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Coach Sy Ch 6

ITS HERE! This took forever because life is crazy rn! But I LOVE this story and I have so many plans for it! This is NOT the end by far! Here's more of our lovable Coach!! (also this story just hit 100 pages on google docs!)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, cursing, sex p in v, oral, unprotected sex

summary: After the weekend together Alayna decides its time for Logan to meet her friends!

Let me know what you think!!!!

7k (I'm so sorry I couldn't stop!)

Here’s part 5 cause it’s been a while!

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The rest of our weekend was too fast. I was already loving the feeling of waking up next to this man. Sunday morning we went out for breakfast. A local diner in town. It was his idea. I told him we could just cook at home again. He was showing off. At this rate everyone would know before we got back to school tomorrow. 

He had his arm around my waist when we walked in and pulled me closer while we waited to be seated. He sat next to me instead of across from me in the booth. His arm around my shoulder while we looked at the menu. I giggled to myself.

“What is it darlin?” He raised an eyebrow looking at me curiously. I shook my head. 

“You’re something else,” I chuckled. He only looked more confused. “Parading me around like you won first prize, I didn’t realize you were so into PDA,” I smirked. His smile mimicked mine as he kissed my head softly. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.” He chuckled. “Just wanna make sure everyone knows you’re off the market.” He spoke proudly. 

“Yeah because there were so many others you had to worry about.” I rolled my eyes. Sy grabbed my chin making me look at him. His deep blue eyes stared into mine intently. 

“Just because you don’t see ‘em staring doesn’t mean they ain’t looking Darlin’. If I hadn’t put myself in your path you’d never have noticed, baby. Trust me they’re lookin’, and I don’t share,” He let out a soft growl in my ear and I felt my cheeks flush as a rush of heat flooded my body. 

“Sy,” I said softly. He moved his hand so he was cupping cheek, his thumb softly caressing my jaw. I tilted up to kiss him softly but before our lips met the waitress softly cleared her throat approaching our table. 

“You two ready to order?” she asked sweetly, mainly to Logan keeping her eyes on him the whole time. 

He slowly tore his eyes from mine and turned to her, giving her a kind smile.

“I think we are!” He spoke enthusiastically like we weren’t one breath away from defiling this booth. Like he didn’t have me right where he wanted me hanging on every word he said. Like I wasn’t about to let him do whatever filthy thoughts were working the gears in his head, right here where we could get caught. But you could never tell. Not with Sy. He was a deviant disguised as a perfect gentleman.

“And what can I get for you handsome?” she smiled back. I froze, feeling my blood boil. I know she did not. I looked up from the menu trying to convey a cold look in my eyes, glaring at her as she kept hers on my man. Her eyes lit up while he rattled off his order. She was lucky there was a brick wall of a man between us. I slid closer to Sy tucking myself under his arm and resting my hand on his chest. He raised an eyebrow as I scanned the menu still in his hand to give the waitress my order. She seemed slightly more annoyed now but still smiled when she repeated everything back to us. “Is that all for you?” she asked us, again looking at Sy, 

“Yeah, that’s it,” I answered, sending her another look before turning back to Sy and trailing my hand from his chest to the back of his neck pulling him in for a kiss. I heard her huff when she walked away and I smirked to myself as I slowly pulled back, Sy’s lip chasing mine in a chaste little kiss. 

“The hell was that?” He raised an eyebrow smirking as he looked me over. 

“What?” I asked, kissing his cheek softly and turning to scroll through some of the messages I’d missed on my phone. 

“You were jealous,” He chuckled softly. I blushed, turning away from him a bit. 

“What, I can’t kiss my boyfriend without having an ulterior motive?” I pouted. His hands were around my middle as he pulled me close. 

“You’re boyfriend huh?” I could feel his smile against my neck. 

“Mhmm, that’s what I said. Mine,” I grumbled. He chuckled softly, brushing my hair back out of my face and leaning back in the booth so I could rest against him.  We sat quietly through breakfast. Talking about the week, He asked if I would ride with the team to the game on friday. They had another away game this week. Of course I agreed. He and the team were about to break a record for the school's undefeated season. I wouldn’t miss it. Sy was trying not to get his hopes up but I just knew they were gonna make it to state this year. I’ve never seen the boys play like they have this season. After breakfast. I decided I should probably go home. We had work in the morning and as fun as it was staying the weekend with him I did have my own things to keep up with. 

Sy was quiet on the drive home. But at one point about halfway through the drive he looked over and smiled. He grabbed my hand from my lap and intertwined our fingers. 

“You’re so cute,” I giggled softly. 

“I hate letting you go,” Logan sighed. Kissing the back of my hand. 

“You’ll see me tomorrow, Baby,” I chuckled. He pulled into my driveway and put the truck in park. 

“I know, I’m just really enjoying waking up with you in my bed.”

“I like that too,” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “I just think I need to slow down. I’m getting ahead of myself. I’d love to be with you everyday. But we need to let this develop a little,” I spoke nervously, biting my lip. He squeezed my hand trying to ease my mind. 

“I get it darlin’ You don’t wanna jump in head first and crash. I won’t let you fall. But hell, we both need our own space too.” he said. I nodded. And let him kiss me softly one last time before I finally got out of the truck. 

“Thank you for this weekend.” I said leaning against the door and the open window of the truck, “I’ve had more fun with you than I’ve had in a long time.” I admitted shyly

“So did I, I’ll call you this week when I have our next date planned out,” He winked. 

“You don’t have to do that Logan,” I argued. 

“Like hell I don’t. Just cause I got you doesn’t mean I can start slackin, you deserve the best pretty girl and I’m gonna give it to ya” I blushed. 

“Damnit Sy, if you keep saying things like that I’m gonna get right back into this truck and go home with you.” I pouted. He chuckled and I finally backed away from the truck and let out a deep sigh. “I really do need to go,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked turning and walking up to unlock my front door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow baby” He called from the truck. I turned and waved, blowing him a kiss and then went inside. 

I didn’t get nearly as good of sleep Sunday night as I had the nights I spent with Sy. But I didn’t let myself dwell on that. I enjoyed his company so much and he’s such a giving and caring and intense man. I want to be with him. It just feels so overwhelming. I don’t want Logan to feel like I’m pushing him away. But this is all so new to me. No one’s ever wanted to commit to me the way he has. It scares me. 

I was exhausted walking into the guidance office Monday morning. I tossed and turned all night and woke up late. It’s crazy how in a matter of a few weeks he’s made my bed less comfortable just because I’m not next to him. I shake the thought from my mind and give Jess a tired smile.

“Good Morning!” She said with as much cheer as she could muster up on a Monday morning. 

“Morning,” I replied weakly. 

“Busy weekend?” She asked with a knowing smirk. 

“The best weekend,” I said, entering my office and setting my bag down. She watched me for a moment and raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you gonna give me the details or are you going to make me pry?” she chuckled. I smiled softly. 

“The date was so fun!” I said “let me finish my coffee and wake up first and I’ll tell you how it all went!”  She just smiled and we both started our work day.

 About an hour later after I’d caught up from emails from the weekend and the office was slow I filled Jess in about my weekend with Sy. 

“So you two are a couple? Oh I’m so happy for you! I told you!” She said. I nodded quickly. “Why does it seem like you aren’t nearly as excited as I am?” She raised an eyebrow. 

“I am!” I defended quickly, wringing my wrist’s awkwardly. 

“But…” she added for me and paused.

“It’s all happening so fast, what if…”

“Hold on,” she cut me off. I shut my mouth quickly and leaned against the desk letting her speak, “He hasn’t proposed has he?” She asked. I shook my head. “He hasn’t asked you to move in or talked about babies? Maybe ask you to donate one of your kidneys?’ I laughed out loud and shook my head. 

“No he hasn't," I added. 

“Then stop searching for a problem! Stop trying to find a reason to be disappointed,  Alayna. It’s okay to just be with someone.” She argued.  I nodded. 

Mike came into the office then greeted us both before I could answer her. He was a teacher. His class was in the same hallway as Logan's. They chatted between class periods. Mike played football in college and currently coaches our cross country team. They got along well!. Mike was much more soft spoken than Sy. But Sy appreciated that about him. Mike taught Psychology as well as World History. The two of them often had some fun conversations over lunch. At least from what Sy has told me. They’re good friends!

It would also seem that he and Jess have caught themselves in the same situation as Logan and I . Except Mike hasn’t made a move despite the amount of times Logan has encouraged him to do so. And sweet precious Jessica refuses to believe he’s into her no matter how many signs I point out. 

“Morning Mike!” I smiled, “I better get to work, I have a meeting with a student soon!” I paused as I turned to walk into my office. “Jess, you might benefit from taking your own advice sometime.” I smiled. Her eyes went wide before she shot me a quick glare. I just shrugged and turned back to my office. 

I settled at my desk and pulled up my appointment schedule for the day. We didn’t have a student working with us in the office this morning like we normally did, so I wouldn’t have someone to write my hall passes for my students. Instead I’d have to call the teachers for whatever class they’re in and have them excused to my office. 

My first Student was a sophomore, Elsie. I quickly checked her class schedule and smiled to myself. She was in Logan’s first period class. He’d come to me last year because he was concerned about her. Since then she and I have been meeting regularly almost every week. I picked up my office phone and dialed the number for Sy’s classroom. I hate to admit I had it memorized. 

“Coaches class!” one of his students answered. Likely one of the boys on his team. 

“Uh Huh and is Mr. Syverson available?” I asked, holding back a chuckle. 

“Is this Ms. P? Coach is actually busy teaching us about dead people, he doesn’t have time for personal calls. But, I can take a message!” I heard giggles in the background and then a gruff voice. 

“Matt get back in your seat before I send you to the office, you know nobody sits at my desk! ” There was a collective oooohhh in the background.

“Sorry coach, your girlfriend called, figured you wouldn’t wanna miss it!” Matt chuckled. Sy’s voice however was considerably less lighthearted.  

“Donovan you got 5 seconds to hand me the phone and get back to your seat. Or you’ll be visiting the dean… and running the laps you already owe me.” He barked. 

“Sorry sir,” He mumbled. And I heard movement on the other end of the receiver. 

“Syverson,” he answered plainly 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so mundane,” I giggled. 

“What can I do for you Ms. Plummer?” He asked, ignoring my statement clearly trying to remain professional and get a hold on his classroom that was clearly trying to listen in on the conversation. 

“You didn’t have to be so hard on him you know,” I said, I knew he couldn’t respond to that, not with the kids paying attention. Wow maybe they really did know we had a thing between the two of us. “Anyway, have you done your roll call already?” I asked. 

“I have…” He trailed off with a question in his tone. 

“Great! I have a meeting with Ms. Elsie this morning. Is she with you?” I asked. I knew the answer but I was drawing this out just to hear his voice a little longer. I hate to admit I missed him already. 

“Yes, Ma’am she is,” he answered. 

“Can you send her my way?” I smiled. 

“I can do that, “ He said, his voice a bit softer now. A little more at ease. I had one more thing I needed to ask him though. 

“One more question, are you free Thursday evening?” I asked quickly. He paused his breath, sounding steady over the receiver. 

“I might be,” He said skeptically. 

“Well, If you find that you are, Two of my friends and I  meet for dinner on Thursday nights. I thought if you weren’t busy you could join us and meet them?”  he let out a breath and I could almost hear his smile. 

“I can do that too!” he said with a soft chuckle. 

“Alright well, as much as I hate to hang up I suppose we both have jobs to do. I’ll talk to you later, Have a good day… Mr. Syverson.” I teased. 

“Have a good day Ms. Plummer,” He spoke softly before we hung up. 

I looked up from my desk and Jess was still talking to Mike. I smiled to myself. Gosh these two

About 5 minutes later I looked up when I heard Elsie’s voice. She stopped to check in with Jess. She sounded timid. That made sense. Mike was still in the office “Making copies” and standing at the desk. Although he was an extremely gentle and kind person, I’ve noticed the students seem a little intimidated by him as well, I think it’s his height. The man is easily 6’2 at least.  

Regardless, he gives her a warm smile when she approaches the desk. 

“Good Morning Elsie.” He greets her. I watch from my office. She smiles shyly and mumbles back a quiet 

“Hi Mr Gilbert,” She looks at Jess and before she can speak Jess smiles. 

“I’ve got you checked in Hon! Happy to see you this Morning Elsie.”  she adds. Before Jess can tell her to take a seat I stand and call her into my office. 

“Hey girl!” I greet her, “go ahead and take a seat, how was your weekend?” I asked. She sat on the edge of the chair on the other side of my desk. Okay, anxious this morning. 

“It was okay,” she answered. I nod sitting back in my chair. I keep my face soft. 

“Just okay? Is there anything significant that stands out you wanna talk about?” she shakes her head slouching in the seat a bit. I didn’t want to push her. But she’d been doing so well. Lately though, our last few appointments she was closing off to me again. I nodded

“Okay, well last time you told me you’d started keeping a journal, have you kept up with that?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I actually really like it. It…uh…  helps me organize what I'm feeling.” she responds. 

“Good I always liked to journal too. It always helped when I felt like I could tell someone, at least I could write it out. But Elsie, if there is something going on, that’s what I’m here for okay?” she nodded. 

“Ms Plummer, when you were in high school did you ever feel like… your friends just didn’t actually like you?” She asked me. I wasn’t expecting  the question. I thought to myself for a moment. I knew the answer but I wanted to be careful how I responded. 

“I did, I had some friends that I felt really didn’t care. I was the punchline of all of their jokes. There’s this video from when I was in school.  One of my friends had peaches at lunch and she thought it would be funny to throw one at my face.She kept asking if she could do it. I finally just told her she could so she’d stop. And then two of my other friends took videos of it. It ended up online and of course I just laughed it off. But when she actually threw it my crush was walking by. I don’t know if he saw it, I was too embarrassed to look. I never told them how it made me feel, I felt like they should’ve just known not to do that,” I explained. “But on the other hand I had friends that really cared for me. I found out I had anxiety and depression when I was in high school. I may not have if I didn’t have a friend who constantly encouraged me to see our counselor because he was worried about me.” She nodded

“I think I understand what you’re saying. It really  sucks that your friends couldn’t see they were hurting you.” she sighs. “But how do you know if someone actually cares? There’s so many fake people and I feel like I can’t trust anyone.” There it is. 

“Why is that?” I asked her. 

“I just don’t feel like anyone really means it, I don’t know like… my brain keeps telling me they’re just there because they have to be or something,” she sighs, looking down at her hands in her lap. 

“I understand, I’ve felt that way too. I still do sometimes. Anxiety is funny like that.” I explained. 

“Is that what you think is wrong with me? Anxiety?” she asked. The look on her face broke my heart. She worried her lip between her teeth for a moment. Her wide eyes scared, like I thought she was broken. 

“Elsie, I don’t think anything is wrong with you.” I told her, “Everyone has some anxiety. Actors, musicians, athletes, politicians, everyone. Even people in the military, like Mr Syverson. Some have worse anxiety than others but it doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. You just have to learn how to … cope with it.” she nods, taking in all the information I’d just given her. I still don’t think she’s convinced. Unfortunately I think it’s something she’ll have to experience herself. This was one of those moments I wish I had gone further in school. That I was more than just a guidance counselor and I could do more than just empathize with her. But I wasn’t licensed for therapy. This… was the best I could do of her. 

“Like a release? Some way of shutting your brain off?” she asked 

“Sort of, the writing is a good start, a release of that emotion, to help you understand it better, does that make sense?” she nodded again. “Good, well try to keep up with that. You’ve been doing really well. Thank you for coming to meet with me again and if you need anything,” I stressed,  “Before you see me again don’t hesitate to stop in okay?” I said. Again she nods. 

“Thank you Ms. Plummer.” she said and stood to leave. She pauses in the doorway. “Do you… want me to tell Mr. Syverson, you say hello?” She blushed. “Everyone’s talking about it.” she blushed. 

“If you’re comfortable with that, sure” I smiled. 

“Are you two.. really together? Is it okay if I ask?” I nodded 

“I don’t mind you asking hun, Mr. Syverson and I… are… dating. It's new but yes.” I told her, blushing a bit myself. She smiled now. 

“I think you two make a great couple, he really cares about us too. At first I was afraid he was just gonna care about the jocks, like some of the other teachers. But he checks on me sometimes, like he knows I don’t like to be called on in class but he makes a point to tell me to have a good day if I’m one of the last one’s in the room. It’s really nice. I don’t know that I can ever find someone who cares like he does. But I’m glad you did. You deserve it Ms. Plummer.” I felt my eyes start to well up with tears and I had to wipe them away quickly. 

“You deserve that too Elsie, Please don’t forget that.” She nodded and shrugged her shoulders. 

“I’ll… see you next week.” she says before leaving my office. The day went on, whoever’s idea it was to have a department meeting on a Monday afternoon is on my shit list. But I made it through the day, still extremely exhausted but I survived nonetheless. 

I felt a presence while I was packing up at the end of the day. I looked up to see Logan leaning against the doorframe watching me with a grin. 

“What time do I need to pick you up Thursday night?” He asked, walking in and grabbing my bag for me. 

“I can get that, Logan,” I smiled. 

“That’s not what I asked,” He smirked. 

“We usually do dinner around 6 so maybe 5:30? I take it that means you're coming?” I asked anxiously. 

“I’ve always got time for you, sugar,” He said, following me out as I locked up my office for the night. 

“Would you stop making me wanna kiss you in inappropriate settings!” I groaned. He chuckled. And pulled me close by my waist as we walked out of the guidance office. Logan leaned in kissing my cheek and let his lips linger against my ear. 

“Nope, I like doing inappropriate things with you. Maybe I’ll take you in my office. Bend you over my desk.  Or maybe lay you down on your desk after school gets out. Since you love to tease me so much.” He smirked against my skin. He quickly kissed the side of my head and stood up straight as if he hadn’t just whispered the most filthy things in my ear. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stuttered. We walked out the back toward the faculty parking lot and he chuckled. 

“That phone call this morning was real cute, Darlin. Putting me on the spot in front of the kids like that.” He said. 

“You mean asking you to come to dinner with my friends?” I laughed. 

“Listen to you, sounding all innocent, like you didn’t ask me on a date in the middle of class. You had me flustered all morning.” He pouted. When we reached my car he set my bag down and backed me up against it. It reminded me of the night we first kissed in this parking lot. I smiled softly and grabbed his face in my hands. 

“I’m sorry Sy, I didn’t think it would throw you off. It was just on my mind.” I softly scratched the hair at the back of his neck and watched his eyes almost roll back. 

“Mmm,” He hummed. “I shoulda came down there and reminded you what happens to bratty little girls.” He teased . My thighs clenched at his words. God he could be so filthy. I couldn’t believe he was talking like that out here. But we were alone. And he did say I drove him crazy. I guess he meant it. 

I dragged my hand down from his neck to his chest looking up at him innocently. I couldn’t help myself. 

“Why don’t you  come over tonight and help me remember?” I bit my lip. I wasn’t feeling as bold as I thought. Logan let out a hard chuckle and shook his head. He cupped my cheek and kissed me softly. I chased his lips as he pulled away but he stopped me. 

“Easy baby, I’d love to, but we both agreed it’d be smart to slow this down. You just left my place yesterday.” He laughed again. I sighed and pouted. 

“I know,” I said. “ I just like being close to you, and today was hard.” He gave me a gentle smile and leaned in kissing my forehead. 

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked. I shook my head. 

“No, just worried about one of our students, it's … I’ll be okay.. I should let you get ready for practice.” I said. 

“Okay baby, well how about I come stay with you after dinner Thursday night?” He asked, still holding my waist, not quite ready to let go. 

“I’d love that! You could bring Aika! My backyard is fenced in!” I said excitedly. He smiled

“Alright it’s settled then. I’ll call you when I get out of practice, baby, and I’ll see you at 5:30 on Thursday.” He said. And kissed me passionately one more time. I bit my lip and nodded. He picked up my bag and put it in the car for me. 

“I’ll see you then,” I said before he stepped back and let me go to get in the car. 

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It was 5:20 Thursday evening. I was so nervous. Not about seeing Sy. But about him actually meeting my friends. I know he’s a great guy! And they know he’s been good to me but I have this knot of fear in my stomach so twisted, worried this won’t go well. I’d put my hair up and taken it back down for the 3rd time and was finally putting on my shoes. There's a knock on my door.  

I ran over and opened it, Logan was standing there with flowers in one hand and Aika on her lead in the other. 

“Hey you!” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him quickly. “Those for me?” I nodded to the flowers and he grinned handing them over. 

“Of course they are. Couldn’t show up empty handed.” He said as I moved to the side to let him and the dog in. 

“Sometimes I swear you’re like…. Written by a romance author or something. They don’t make ‘em like you anymore.” He laughs out loud and pulls me in again, kissing me more passionately this time while we let Aika roam around the house. 

“Written just for you baby,” He teased. I blushed and turned to pet Aika. 

“You’re sure she’ll be okay while we’re gone?” I asked. He nodded.

“She’s a good dog. She’s used to traveling with me. She’ll be alright,” He said. I nodded but pouted a little. 

“I still feel bad leaving her.” I sigh.

“We’ll only be gone a little over an hour baby, she’ll probably just watch out the window for a while and sleep.” he chuckled. 

“Okay,” I conceded. He raised an eyebrow. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes were soft as they scanned mine. His head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. 

“Its noth..” I started, but the look on his face called bullshit before I could finish the sentence. It was incredible to me how his eyes could go from soft, to stern in a matter of a second. He was good at that. 

“Now, don’t lie to me darlin’. That ain’t gonna fix anything.” He said. I let out another breath. 

“I’m just anxious, about tonight, nervous. I don’t have any reason to be. I guess, my anxiety is sneaking up on me again. We should just go. It’ll be fine.” I explained. I pulled the curtains open so Aika could look out the window. I avoided Logan’s eyes as I went to grab my purse. 

“Baby, slow down.” he stopped me. We walked outside and stood on my porch for a moment. “Talk to me. What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked. I sat down on the step suddenly feeling exhausted. 

“This week has been rough, I was so excited on Monday when I invited you out. But as it got closer I just kept feeling more anxious about it. Not that I think they won’t like you, or you won’t like them. I don’t know. I just keep picturing all the ways this could go wrong. It’s just dinner. That’s so stupid!” I groaned, arguing with myself. Logan stepped off the porch crouching in front of me.

“Alright, I’m gonna put a stop to this right now. It’s not stupid, or dumb, or inconvenient that you’re feeling a little nervous. You know that. It’s what you tell the kids all day. If you need someone to remind you of that too, that’s what I’m here for.” He said lifting my chin to meet his gaze Shit I’m a little nervous about tonight too. I told ya I was a little hellion, I wasn’t the kinda guy girls wanted their friends to meet. I’m proud to be someone you wanna show off. But it makes me nervous.” He admitted. I grabbed his face and kissed him again. 

“Thank you Logan, for always… understanding.” He smiled and stood up holding out his hand for me to take. He led me to the truck and opened my door. 

“Come on, we’ll do this together,” he said.

At the restaurant the girls had just gotten a table when we walked in. I think Logan was just trying to show off but he pulled out my chair for me when we sat down. I didn’t miss the look Skyler gave me from across the table when we were all seated. She was impressed. I introduced everyone and we ordered drinks. The girls and I all got a glass of wine and Sy got a beer on tap. This place was honestly a little fancier than our normal Thursday night spot. I think that added to my nerves. But once the conversation started flowing I realized it really was all in my head. 

“So you teach as well as coaching?” Skyler asked. “Do you like teaching?’ I knew this was important to her. She loved kids. Well the little ones anyway. Still this was her way of judging his character. Did he care about all of his students or just his athletes? Of course I knew the answer but I let him take this one

“I love it. I thought coaching was going to be my big passion after the military but I really enjoy working in the schools. And I like teaching history. Especially getting the chance to teach about what I did in the military. I guess that’s a plus.” He smiled and took a long sip of his beer.  

“That’s great, I know for Alayna it’s always been about the students. But I’m glad you both have that in common.” She responded. I nodded. 

“I told you he’s great!” I smiled. Hayley scoffed playfully. 

“He hasn’t proved himself yet buddy,” she laughed. “But he gets bonus points for having a dog.” We all laughed. 

“Do you always have to be so cynical?” I asked her

“It’s only because they love you darlin’” He chuckled. 

“See he gets it!” Hayley added. Skyler nodded. 

“You know it’s out of love, I mean we’ve been rooting for you for so long and you finally found a good man who’s like your first REAL boyfriend you know and we’re happy for you!” She explained. I felt my palms get sweaty. I hadn’t had the chance to explain all of that to Logan yet. I had been avoiding it honestly.

“You deserve the best dude we just wanna make sure you actually used good judgement for once,” Hayley added. She was right, but ow! Maybe I was bad at picking them in the past. I was hoping to hide my baggage long enough that it would just disappear. But apparently my friends were going to make sure that was not the case. We were going to have to have the exes conversation… or rather the lack there of conversation. 

“You’re right!” I laughed it off, Logan smiled pulling me closer to his side. 

“Hell we all make mistakes right? I’m just glad she gave me a chance.” He kissed my cheek. 

The rest of the evening was great. We chatted the girls got to know Sy. They really liked him. And he got a long well with them too. Before we left Logan caught our waitress and told her to put it all on one check, surprising all of us by paying for the bill. The girls thanked him again, and we talked about plans for next week before we officially parted ways. Sy and I got back in his truck and were quiet for a minute before he broke the silence. 

“You feeling better now, honey?” He asked resting his hand on my thigh. I looked over at him and smiled. 

“I am, I feel really good about tonight.” I said. Logan squeezed my thigh softly and took his eyes off the road just a second to smile at me. 

“I’m glad,” He said. Another beat of silence. And then, “So, before me, you never?....” He trailed off. Fuck. Fine I guess we’ll do this now. Sometimes being in a healthy relationship is a real pain in the ass. 

“I mean, I wasn’t… a virgin neccessarily. I honestly wish I had been. None of the boys I did anything with gave two shits about me. But to answer your question… No, before you, I’ve never been with anyone… long term. I wanted to be. But it just never happened.” I explained almost rambling. “What about…you?” I asked hesitantly. He puffed out a long breath 

“Uh, I… hate this…we don’t have to talk about this darlin,” he groaned. 

“You can tell me if it’s a lot, I know I’m kinda lame but surely you got around,”  I bit my lip awkardly.

“It… it’s more than I’d like to admit, then I  had a couple girlfriends in high school. But really nothing serious after I retired from the military. I’ve been ready to finally settle down. Get my head screwed on straight. I don’t think your lame baby, I kinda feel like an ass right now.” He sighed. I put my hand over his squeezing softly. 

“You’re not an ass Logan. I guess we probably should’ve had this conversation already, I always thought it was something wrong with me. Maybe it was my body, I was good enough to have sex with but they didn’t want to be seen with me.  They always just wanted to fuck and leave. No one ever wanted anything serious. Some had tricked me into believing otherwise so I’d give them what they wanted but… yeah… so I just never dated anyone before you.” I looked over and saw Logan’s jaw clenched 

“There ain’t nothing wrong with you baby. You understand me?” He said through gruffly “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”  I watched him for a moment as he puffed his chest and let out and irritated sigh. I slipped my hand under his tangling our fingers together. 

“I know,” I said softly, “you know why? You’ve shown me how a man should treat a lady. For a long time I was really jaded by the way I was treated in the past. I let it close me off. I didn’t believe anyone could ….actually care about me. But you have. You’ve shown me more real affection in a few weeks than anyone ever has.”  I blushed. We were home then. He parked the truck and tore my seatbelt off pulling me into him. He crashed his lips to mine sucking all the air out of my lungs. His fingers tangled in my hair holding me to him. I whimpered as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. He let out a feral groan at the taste of me on his tongue. 

I was breathless when he pulled away. Both of us gasping for air. 

“Look at me,” his voice was low and demanding. He never had to demand my attention. He always had it. Still something shook in me at the sound of his voice and my eyes were glue to his. “If I could go back, keep you from the hurt those little boys caused you, I’d do anything. I can’t fix the past, but I can promise you won’t go another day wondering your worth baby, not with me. There’s not an ounce of you I’d want to change darlin.”  I felt like I could melt under his intense gaze. Where the hell did this man come from and how did I end up with him. I bit my lip pondering what to say. But all I wanted was to feel his touch again. And it was getting way too hot in this truck. 

“Show me,” I said finally. He smiled and turned to get out of the truck. I jumped out and hurried to the door I could feel the heat of his body behind me as I unlocked the door. We walked in and Sy shut the door behind us. I had expected the dog to greet us but she’d put herself to bed in her kennel peacefully taking a nap. I threw my purse down on the counter and before I could think to turn around Logan’s hands were on me. He spun me to face him. Our lips met again instantly. I whined against his lips so needy to feel his skin. I pulled at his shirt and he chuckled pulling away to throw it on the ground I pulled off my sweater following suit. He pulled me back in kissing me roughly and pulling away to nip at my neck. I moaned softly gripping his shoulders as he lifted me up onto the counter. He slotted himself between my legs and ground his hard cock against me, letting out a low growl in my ear. 

“You want me to show you how bad I need you baby, you feel what you do to me?” he groaned. 

“Sy please,” I begged. I couldn’t take his teasing. I just needed to be close to him. To feel him inside me. I felt his hands slide down to the waist of my leggings and I lifted my hips so he could pull them off with my panties. He pulled me to the edge of the counter kissing my my chest and down my stomach. I whimpered softly, 

“Just gotta taste you, baby,” He moaned. Then he dipped his head between my thighs licking up my slit and sucking my clit into his mouth. I let out a loud moan arching my back and trying to get closer. He was relentless. Like a man starved licking my pussy and pushing his tongue inside me. Too quickly the pleasure started to build. And when he brushed his thumb over my clit in little circles I tumbled over the edge. 

“Fuck you always taste so good,” He groaned standing back up and shedding his jeans and boxers. He grabbed my hip and pushed into me slowly. My eyes met his again, as he watched my face. I couldn’t contain my moans when he was fully sheathed inside me. My head fell back my teeth sinking into my bottom lip trying to gain some semblance of control. “So pretty when I fuck you.” He moaned as I started to thrust. He attached his lips back to my neck and bit down on my shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned meeting his thrusts as he sped up. 

“I want this, I want you, all of you baby,” He growled in my ear. “So fucking perfect, I love the way you take me.” he encouraged bringing his thumb back to my clit. I gripped his shoulders feeling the pressure build again. 

“Logan,” I breathed.

“That’s it, I love it when cum for me baby, let me feel it.” he moaned. That’s all it took for me to cum again. His name on my lips like a prayer. Logan followed right behind me thrusting hard one last time and emptying himself inside me. 

We stayed there connected for a moment. Breathing heavy, holding each other. 

When Logan pulled away he helped me off the counter, he cupped my face kissing me softly. 

We got cleaned up, showering together before settling down for the night. I was in his T-shirt, head laying on his chest finally cozy in bed.

“Sy,” I said softly. 

“Hmmm,” He hummed, he was slowly brushing his fingers up and down my back. I raised my head to look at him. 

“I…I think I…” I paused trying to form the words. 

“I know,” he said. “I think I do too.” I smiled laying my head back down I laid awake for a while until I noticed soft snores coming from him. I giggled to myself, and closed my eyes. Yeah, I thought… I really think I do. 

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The Lost Princess

CHAPTER 2

pairing Knight!Henry Cavill x maid!Reader

summary Sometimes the life as a simple maid isnt so simple. Duty, love and treachery demand everything from her and Sir Henry Cavill.

words 3.3k

warnings fluff, angst, daggers and injury

an Finally chapter 2 is finished. Thanks go out to @henry-cavs-tudor for beta and keeping me motivated <3 Had to add some things to chapter one, please read again✨

SERIES MASTERLIST MASTERLIST

The morning sun crept restraining over the hills and casted a warm glow over the castle tower. The soft song of the early birds accompanied her on her way to the stables, she didn’t meet a soul. A deep slumber seemed to lay over the castle. As she entered, she found Henry, already preparing his horse for the day. She carefully placed the apples that the king gave her in the pockets of the saddle.

"Good morning, Henry," she greeted with a smile, her eyes bright with enthusiasm.

"Morning, YN." Henry replied, returning the smile.

“Sir Carnell send me to help around here for the next weeks. I’ll do whatever needs to be done.” She wondered if she would be seeing Henry more often. What a delight that would be.

A lump grew in his throat. He did not dream what happened the evening before. Carnell admitted to him that she was the lost princess and he had to protect her at every cost. "Very well. You’ll stay by my side. I’ll show you everything that you need to know, my lady. Ready for the day ahead?" his smirk at her send a warm shiver down her spine.

"Absolutely," she said, eager to contribute. "What should I start with?"

"Let's begin with the basics," Henry suggested, leading her to a horse that needed grooming “This is Pippa. He’s gentle with inexperienced riders, but he likes to nibble and pinch when someone’s too slow. So, keep your eyes on his snout and maybe tie up your hair.”

“Be quick and duck if I see his teeth, got it.” She said with a smirk before Henry showed her the equipment and how to use it. She saddled the horse and brought it out of the stable to tie it next to Kal, where Henry already waited for her.

But he wasn’t alone anymore. Two women stood at each side of him, wrapped in velvety dresses, little diamonds were woven in their hair; they must be the daughters of the queens guests. They wore bright and unwavering smiles that wouldn’t leave the knight. Actually, it seemed to her as if they smiled at him like hungry wolves at their prey. Her stomach knotted as she took in the scene. She knew that she would never be able to keep up with them and win his heart before they would. They were of formidable heritage and more suitable for him than a simple maid like her.

As he saw YN came out of the stable, he bid the ladies goodbye with a shy and uncomfortable demeanor. Uneasy. That was what those women made him. He did not like their attention. Often times he caught himself trying to escape their looks or their boring and shallow conversations.

As YN drew closer, he pushed away the uneasiness and his focus was pulled in by her presence. She didn't show her disappointment in his company of women and asked easily “You haven’t told me what we’re going to do today.” She tilted her head.

“You’ll accompany me checking on the inner gates of the castle grounds and the royal woods inside it.” He looked her up and down “But, you’ll need to change…” and pointed to her dress “those are some of my vestures. Its more practical to wear trousers.” He handed her the fabrics and send her inside the stables to change.

Her eyes shied away from his gaze as she came back outside. His focus was glued on her and a flush of pink hopped across his cheeks. Never before has he seen a woman in men’s clothing, especially a girl he adored - in his clothes. She almost looked lost in them, they were far too big. The trousers hang loosely around her legs and the linen shirt allowed him a look of her delicate collarbones. He sucked in air as he had to steady himself. She wore her working corsage above his shirt. It seemed to enhance her features. Her waist was snatched, and it took everything in him to not let his thoughts wander to inappropriate ideas, without success.

“Am I wearing this right? It feels unusual on the legs.” she knelt down to tie her shoes, but the feeling of not having to deal with her wide skirt that constantly got in the way was kind of liberating.

“You, look great. But uhm, I recommend you secure the strings on the shirt. “

A rush of embarrassment flooded her cheeks as she realized the unintentional display of her cleavage. The fabric of her bodice had slipped slightly, revealing more than was proper for a maid in the presence of a knight like Sir Henry Cavill. Her heart raced with mortification, and she cursed herself for the careless oversight. Her hands flew to the loose stings and tied a bow, securing her femineity.

Images of the consequences raced through her mind, each more humiliating than the last. Would Sir Henry think less of her, seeing her as some common harlot rather than the respectable maid she strove to be? The thought twisted her guts, and she couldn't bear the idea of him viewing her in such a light. Ladies of nobility wouldn't dare to expose themselves in such a manner, let alone a maid like herself.

Her cheeks burned with shame as she hastily adjusted the strings of the shirt, hoping to conceal the indiscretion. But it was all too late. Fear lingered, gnawing at her confidence, and leaving her feeling exposed in more ways than one. She longed to disappear, to erase the moment from existence and start anew.

As she rose to her feet, her movements stiff with self-consciousness, she couldn't shake the lingering sense of humiliation.

With a small, understanding smile, he said to her "Don't worry, YN. We all have moments where our attire gets the better of us." His words carried a hint of levity. He reminded her in a gentle way that mistakes were a part of being human and nothing to be ashamed of. ‘A honorable knight through and through’ she thought to herself.

“Now we’re ready to go.” He placed “Ever sat on a horse before?”

She shook her head fearing to embarrass herself another time in front of Henry.

“No worries, darling. Riding is easier as you think. May I-?” He gestured for allowance to touch her before she nodded. His hands found the sides of her arms and he placed her facing the side of the horse. He told her where to hold on to the saddle “Your hands go here, and you’ll place your feet in the stirrups when you’re in the saddle. Now I’ll help you up. You trust me?” a reassuring smile formed on her lips and she placed one shin on his folded hands so he could give her a leg up. He threw her up like she weighed nothing and in a swift motion and she landed on top of the horse, a proud smile reached her eyes.

“Keep the reins loose in your hands, Pippa will walk alongside Kal.”

Mounted atop their horses, YN and Henry ventured through the gated archway that led into the sprawling gardens and woodlands surrounding the castle. Beyond laid a mixture of well-groomed gardens and pathways through wild woods. They rode along the castle wall which wore a scarf of ivy, the top nearly hidden beneath it. The squat trees to their sides were overgrown by a thin layer of moss and the humid air breezed lightly around them. A young stream made its way in the shadow of the leaves while the song of birds replaced the castle noises and she wished she could sing along them. Robins, Blackbirds and Coal tits created a dome of symphony in the crowns of the trees.

Henry guided her gaze, pointing out areas where the old gates needed attention. If they couldn’t fix the gates instantly, he would report that to the royal smiths and gardeners, who would take care of it. From time to time, the gardeners found people trespassing. Mostly kids that squeezed themselves through the rusty grids to undergo adventures or risk a glimpse at the queen on her daily walk. But other days, there were cloaked figures that vanished back into the safety of the greenery, perhaps spies.

As they traversed the winding paths and lush greenery, Henry couldn't shake the gnawing unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. This was no place for her, he thought, not with the lurking shadows of potential danger around every corner. The thought of spies or assassins lurking in the depths of the woods sent a shiver down his spine, and he resolved to remain ever vigilant, his senses on high alert.

But despite his mounting apprehension, Henry had to maintain an air of normalcy, for YN's sake and for the sake of the castle's security. He couldn't afford to let his concerns show, not when other guards and bystanders were watching. So, he pushed aside his fears, masking them behind a facade of stoicism.

She brought her horse to a halt, momentarily captivated by the intoxicating scent of gorse flowers that enveloped her.

“What is it?” Henry asked concerned.

“That smell…King Eldred’s room is always full of it. I’ve never seen there the smell originally came from.” She turned her head until she made out where it came from. She dismounted and strode over to the bright yellow flowers that crowned the thorny bushes besides. A pull drew her closer to the sweet fragrance and she let her nose sink towards the flowers. He noticed her taking a deep breath.

He also got down from his horse and closed the distance between them suspecting someone to jump out of the bushes. She didn’t notice, as he scouted the area, he glanced over at her, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he noticed her reaction to the scent. "Quite a smell, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. He watched her carefully and adorning. She looked so calm and at peace. The sweet smell crept into his nose as well and his furrow fell from his face.

Her chuckle was accompanied by a face that said ‘I told you so.’ And earned a grin from him.

She dared to turn around and was captured by the enchanting view. The pathway seemed to be swallowed by the greenery of soft floodplains. The still water of a small lake mirrored the tower of the castle and it’s golden hue contrasted the blue sky. Clouds fanned around the tower of the castle and made it seem as if it touched the sky easily. “Its beautiful out here, I wish I could stay forever.”

"I’m afraid we should continue on," Henry said, breaking the tranquil silence that had settled between them "There's still much ground to cover, and we mustn't tarry too long." He didn’t dare to say ‘it’s not safe out here.’

 “Just one moment longer, please. I’ve never been so far away from my home.” She mumbled almost inaudible for Henry. As she wasn’t looking, he picked a few branches of the gorse and hid them in his pocket.

As they turned to head towards the horses, YN's foot caught on something, sending her stumbling forward. In a stroke of luck, she found herself caught in Henry's strong arms, her hands instinctively grasping onto his massive biceps as she looked up at him sheepishly.

"You okay?" Henry's voice was gentle, concern etched into his features as he steadied her.

"Yes, thank you," she replied, attempting to pull herself up, only to realize the sole of her shoe was coated in a strange gooey substance. "Eww!" Her disgust was evident as she examined the mess.

Curious, Henry reached down to inspect the goo, but her panicked warning stopped him in his tracks "Don't touch it." she cautioned, her tone urgent.

Already, though, Henry's fingers had brushed against the slimy material, and he felt a tingling sensation spreading through his fingertips. "I've never seen mushrooms like this before," she continued, her voice trembling slightly "They're not like anything I've seen on the market ever before."

A light stain of yellow appeared on Henry's hands, and he watched in dismay as his fingertips tingled and grew slightly numb. With a grimace, he brushed the slime off onto his bulky thighs, hoping to rid himself of the strange sensation.

“Seems like you have a thing with mushrooms.” He grinned at her and held her hand guiding her from the slippery area over to their horses.

They took the reins of their horses and walked along the path until they found one of the overgrown gated archways of the castle walls, hidden beneath a blanket of ivy and wisteria. Henry took out his sword and cut the way free. They found an old gate, but it was rusty and lacked a bar, they suspect that the kids use this to get into the castle.

“I’ll report that to the other ground keepers. They shall close it.”

As they continued their tour of the castle grounds, hiss keen senses picked up a faint, discordant sound that made him freeze in his spot. It was similar to the whistling of a bird, but there was something off about it, a subtle discordance that set his nerves on edge. Immediately, his mind raced to the possibility of assassins communicating with each other, a chilling thought that filled him with dread.

Fearing the worst, Henry's fight instinct kicked into high gear as he scanned the surrounding woods, his every sense alert for signs of danger. Without a moment's hesitation, he positioned his horse in front of her, using his own body to shield her from any potential harm. His movements were swift and decisive, betraying the urgency of his actions.

She couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor, the stiffness in his posture and the intensity in his gaze "You alright, what is it?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Henry forced a reassuring smile "Yeah, I’m fine," he replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins "Just thought I heard something, but it's probably nothing."

She nodded, her trust in him unwavering "I know I'm safe with you, Sir Henry," she said, her words comforting him by calling him by his rank. He liked to think that she remained right. The rest of the walk was calm as they rode back.

As they returned to the stables, the weight of their ride lingered in the air. They set to work removing the saddles from their tired mounts. He couldn't help but steal glances at her as they worked, his gaze lingering on her neck where loose strands of hair tickled her fair skin, the gentle curve of her backside outlined by the snug fit of her trousers. It was a sight he found himself unaccustomed to, having only ever seen women adorned in dresses and skirts within the confines of the castle walls.

Their pace was leisurely as they made their way back to the horse boxes as she offered thanks for the day's ride as they walked. But their unhurried stroll proved to be too sluggish for her impatient steed, who delivered a playful nip to YN's rear end as if urging them to pick up the pace.

With a yelp of surprise, she leaped forward, rubbing at the spot where the horse's teeth had made contact. A wry chuckle escaped Henry's lips as he watched her reaction, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He couldn’t hold back a playful grin "I told you so. The horse doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Towards the end of the day, he escorted her to her chamber in order to keep an eye on her like he promised "I hope you had a good day," he offered, his tone warm and genuine as he observed her wide smile paired with a hastily nod.

 "I've got something for you," he said as they stood in front of her door, reaching into his bag and pulling out the branches he had carefully hidden earlier.

The surprise in her eyes was unmistakable as he presented her the sweet-smelling flowers "For me?" she breathed, her expression a mixture of delight and gratitude.

Henry nodded, a small smile gracing his lips as he handed over the branches "A small token to brighten your room. I thought you would like it."

As her fingers delicately traced the delicate blooms, her face lit up with genuine appreciation "Thank you, Henry. It's beautiful."

"It's my pleasure, Lady YN," Henry replied, his gaze lingering for a fleeting moment. It was like time stopped for them and the surroundings vanished. He was drawn to her but didn’t move an inch before he bid her goodnight. His footsteps echoing softly down the corridor as he made his departure.

As she entered her room, the scent of the gorse flowers filled the space. She hummed a melody and danced over to a small cabinet to pull out a vessel to place the branches in.

Henry was halfway down the corridor as he heard a scream that could only belong to her.

He instantly jumped back, running towards her chamber and heard a yell that was clearly a man’s voice “You little bitch!”

As he ripped the door open, he met YN who was scrunched in the corner of her room, the kinked branches in her trembling hands and a dark figure standing in the middle of the room pressing a hand to his eyes. Henry's gaze flickered to the weapon in the man's hand – a short blade with a red liquid dripping from the tip, his blood running cold at the sight.

Without a moment's hesitation, he sprang into action, his movements swift and decisive as he grabbed the assailant by the collar and pressed him roughly against the wall. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

The intruder's response was little more than a garbled string of unintelligible words, but the gleam of madness in his eyes spoke volumes. His face was scratched with bright red lines all over his cheeks and brows.

“Who send you?” Henry hissed through gritted teeth.

The man had a mad grin on his lips, but he didn’t answer. Henry slammed him against the wall again “Don’t make me ask again!”

“You’ll never believe it.”

As the tension in the room reached a fever pitch, the assailant uttered a cryptic revelation before plunging the blade into his own chest. Henry's shout of protest fell on deaf ears as the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Shaken from his rage-induced haze, he turned his attention to YN, his heart pounding in his chest as he fell on his kneed and gathered her into his arms. "YN, are you hurt?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. His eyes fell on her chest. A small cut in the linen right above her heart revealed a little wound. A dot of red appeared on the shirt.

With a trembling breath, she shook her head, her hands stained with blood from the thorns of the gorse branches. "I-I'm fine, he missed me. It’s just a small cut." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up at him with watery eyes “As I turned around, he tried to stab me, but I dodged. I think I hit him with the flowers. Then he let go of me.” She paused and looked down at the scattered and broken bouquet “Oh Henry, the beautiful flowers you gave me…” she said heartbroken.

“Forget about the flowers darling,” he said consolable “I’m happy that you are alright. That’s all that matters.”

“W-who was this? Why did he want to do this?” she let the branches slip though her hands and she buried her head on his chest again. Little whimpers escaped from her lips. He tightened his grip around her and placed his cheek on the crown of her head.

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 18

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: FLUFFY LOVE!!! MAJOR SMUT, Sex outdoors, public sex, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, innuendos, language, romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

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This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 17

As usual, I wake up well before any alarm I’ve set has the opportunity to start ringing but today I lay in bed. I’m keyed up, feeling similar to how I did in the army before a big mission. I hate that her side of the bed is empty, but Emma’s mother insisted that we sleep separately the night before our wedding. All of the women were at the hotel together, so I couldn’t even sneak in as she was sharing a room with her best friend.

Our wedding. It’s finally here.

Emma didn’t want to wait too long, and between Nana and Diana, the wedding planning became a full event that those two spent every waking hour on. Emma had input and veto rights, but with her busy job she couldn’t devote a ton of time to small details so she let my grandmother and her mother do the heavy lifting.

“All that matters at the end of the day is that I become Mrs. Austin Syverson. Everything else is just details. I’ll definitely have to reign them in at some point though.” Emma told me the next day in bed in Jamaica after we got engaged. We were discussing what she wanted and she said she was happy to have Nana and Diana help plan. She just wanted something classic and outdoors. She of course wanted to choose her dress and she wanted the dogs to be involved somehow. We laid there that night in bed talking about our future and Emma’s smile was just radiant. I lie in bed knowing I won’t get back to sleep before my mind jumps to my second favorite memory of the Jamaica trip, the first being her accepting my proposal.

**Flashback**

The morning after our engagement, I wake up and see Emma still naked and wrapped in the luxurious sheets. Her hair a mess and her lips slightly parted as she sleeps soundly. Her left hand draped delicately over her sheet covered breast catches the light peeking behind the curtains and illuminates the diamonds on her ring. I smile to myself before tossing on some boxers and making myself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker that they provided in the suite. I quietly kiss Emma’s ring, then her forehead before making my way to the balcony to drink my coffee. I sit outside for a while enjoying the view and replaying Emma’s reaction to my proposal in my head when I hear the French doors to the balcony crack open. I turn to see Emma wrapped in nothing but the white bed sheet, her hair still curled from last night but now slightly mussed from sleep as she squints into the brightness of the sun. She gives me the sexiest, sleepy smile and walks further on the balcony closing the doors behind her. Instead of sitting on one of the many chairs available, Emma makes her way directly to my lap and climbs up.

“Morning, Sugar. Sleep good?”

“Mmm.. very good. How about you?”

“I always sleep best with your naked body wrapped up against me, Darlin’.”

She leans in and presses a gentle kiss against my lips. 

“We’re getting married, Sy.”

“We sure are, Sugar. You excited?”

“The most excited. I can’t wait to be your wife.” She smiles and I feel the blood rush to my cock.

“Mm! I like the sound of that. My little wife.” I smirk at her and waggle my eyebrows.

“There’s something wrong though.”

“What’s that, Darlin?” 

“We haven’t completed our mission.” She whispers sultrily and drops the sheet from under her arms to expose her perfect breasts which immediately causes me to groan and reach for them.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? As mission leader and your captain, we need to rectify this problem immediately.” I grunt and thrust my erection against her still covered core before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. 

“Now, you gotta stay quiet unless you want us to get caught, ya understand?” I grunt in her ear and she nods.

“Words.”

“Yes, Captain. I understand.” She breathes and I rip the sheet as tactically as I can from her, exposing her naked body to the outdoors. I lift her gently to remove my boxers and kick them off of my ankles before setting her back down in my lap and grinding against her. Emma’s nipples are hard and she grabs my jaw and kisses me heatedly as she grinds herself against me. My hands reach down and grab each ass cheek harshly as I slide my cock through her folds, collecting her arousal which is readily available.

“You’re fucking soaked, Sugar. You like the thought of being caught out here naked?” 

“Ah! Yes.” She all but moans when my tip bumps against her clit. 

“Naughty girl. Anyone could look up and see your perfect body riding against mine right now.”

“Mmmmhmm.” She mewls as her juices actually drip down onto my lap. I like this new kink I’ve discovered about my bride.

With one hand grasping her tit, I take the other and shove a finger inside her core, quickly followed by a second causing her to moan louder than I had expected. 

“Quiet now, Darlin’. I don’t need everyone watching my girl’s perfect body fall apart.” I smirk as I swat her ass and watch her back arch as she starts fucking herself on my fingers. Fuck, she’s so wet and warm. The sun behind her illuminates her tanned skin as she rides my fingers and I’m hard as a rock.

“Aus…I’m” is all she’s able to say before she’s squirting her climax down on to me. Her eyes are clamped shut with her hands gripping my shoulders as she arches her back and moans so sexily while I continue pumping my fingers into her to help her ride it out. I bite my lip and even have to force myself to keep my eyes open as this view is something I want to replay over and over in my mind, while also trying to keep from blowing my load without ever being touched. I pride myself on my stamina, but this ethereal woman makes me feel like a teen going through puberty. Precum is leaking steadily out of my erection and I’m taking deep breaths to keep myself from coming just from the sight in front of me. Fuck porn, this image is spank bank material for the rest of my life. Emma’s eyes reopen and she leans forward planting a dirty, wet kiss on me before lifting up, positioning herself, and sliding down on my cock. We groan together because she is so wet that even though she’s extremely tight I slide in easily. Emma doesn’t even take time to adjust before she lifts up and starts riding me. I plant my hands on her hips to help her and start sucking her nipples in my mouth as she tugs at the short strands of hair that have grown out on my head. 

“After that show, I’m not going to last as long, sweetness.” I tell her and she leans down to kiss me again.

“You’re so fucking hot, Austin. I can’t wait for you to fill me with your babies and make me a mama.” She says with the most seductive smirk as she flips her hair to the side and I growl at her dirty talk. Fuck, she’s giving me a breeding kink that I never used to have.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You want me to fill you up again?” I grunt and she nods. Without a word, I lift her off of me and bend her towards the balcony railing. Thank God we are on the 4th floor and it’s still early so lots of people are still at breakfast and not out yet. 

“Hands on the railing.” I grunt in her ear and she pushes her perfect ass out. I spread her cheeks and grope her before spearing her back on my cock and fucking her, hard. I reach under her and grab onto her breasts that are bouncing from my arduous thrusting and pick up my speed. The thrill of being caught is exhilarating and I swear, Emma’s arousal is dripping down her thighs.

“My sweet, naughty girl.” I growl as I grab onto her shoulder and wrap her hair around my wrist to continue pounding into her. Emma’s sweet breathless mewls show me that she’s close but trying to remain quiet for me. I reach down and thumb her clit and feel her pussy flutter around me helplessly.

“Cum on my cock, Sugar. Let me feel you.” I grunt and moments later she shatters apart, gripping the railing to keep herself from collapsing as I also find my release and spurt my hot cum inside her walls. I grunt probably too loudly but, in my euphoria, I don’t care anymore as I fantasize about getting her pregnant right now. We rest for a moment before I pick up the discarded sheet, wrapping Emma up and pulling her back down into my lap. I do a quick glance and don’t see anyone gawking and staring so I think our tryst was successfully completed.

*RING! *RING! *RING!

The alarm suddenly lets out a shrill ring, startling me from my pornographic flashback and once again I am alone in our bed, but now with an erection that I want nothing more to take care of but I force myself to wait until tonight. I shut the offending alarm off before wiping my hand down my face, stretching and heading toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decide to send Emma a picture of myself smiling with the dogs and a text.

Sy: <attachment>

Happy wedding day, Sugar. I sure can’t wait to see you today. I love you.

Emma quickly returns the text with a picture of her in silk button up pajamas and messy hair and I wish I could touch her.

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Happy Wedding Day, Baby!! I can’t wait to see you and become your wife. I love you so so much! Check in your dress shoes for a present from me! ❤️

I head back upstairs to my closet and take my shoes from the shoe rack to see a small gift box tucked into my left shoe. I open it to reveal a really nice Bulova watch with a note. 

I find myself smiling at her words as I slide my new watch on my wrist. I have to admit, it looks really good. I quickly send her a text back.

Sy: Sugar, you got me the nicest gift I could have gotten. Thank you, Darlin’, I love it. Nana should be there with your gift shortly. Hope you like it. I love you.

I knew Nana would be on her way within the hour and had promised to deliver the earrings that my mom had left to me before she passed away. They were pretty little diamond drop earrings that had a pearl at the base. She wore them on her wedding day as a gift from Nana and PawPaw and she said even though her marriage didn’t work, they represented the love of her family. I sent them along with a note for Emma.

After a cup of coffee, Walter shows up and we head over to a diner for a late breakfast. He’s my only groomsmen, as Emma only wanted one bridesmaid, choosing her best friend Cassie from Alabama who I’d met several times when they video called each other. She was an extremely nice girl, redheaded and somewhat shy compared to Emma but I was happy that she came down yesterday and they got to spend the day together doing girly things in preparation for the wedding today. 

“So, how you feelin’ today man? Nervous?”

“Nah, I’m excited. I would have taken her to the courthouse months ago but I wanted her to have the wedding she’s always dreamed of.” 

“I’m glad you found her. She’s a really great girl and God knows how she puts up with your stubborn ass.” Walt jokes but I have to agree. 

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.” 

“I thought you’d have the wedding at Nana and PawPaw’s ranch.”

“That was initially the idea but her mother and Nana convinced her there wasn’t enough room. Emma found the big field near first Baptist down there on main, and loved the idea of getting married in front of that massive oak tree so that was what it changed too.”

“Anything we need to do to help set up?”

“Nah, I already tried that. Nana hired the ranch hands to help out for the day. She said, and I quote, ‘Your only job is to arrive clean, in your suit, and on time. I don’t need you messing up our vision.’”

Walt laughed so loud he startled other customers as I shook my head at my Nana’s antics.

“Well, want to head back to the house and watch a game with a beer before we need to get ready? 

“Absolutely.”

We head out to my truck and head back to my house.

“Emma tells me I’ll like her friend, Cassie a lot.” Walter says subtly.

Oh Emma, trying to set up her best friend and Walt because she wants everyone happy and in love. Matchmaking even on her wedding day.

“I’m sure you will.” I smirk at Walt who tries to act uninterested.

“All I know is that she’s a pretty redhead, who seems a bit shy. She is a graphic designer but I can’t remember where she works. Her and Em have been friends since preteens.”

“Good to know.” Walt nods continuing with his indifferent bluff.

About two hours later, I got a call from Nana saying that Emma loved the earrings and couldn’t stop crying while reading my letter. She already had the earrings on and was excited to wear them with her wedding gown. I felt proud that she appreciated the gift and it made me feel like mama was here with us in spirit. I’m confident that she and Emma would get on like peas in a pod.

My brother, Mark and his family came from Tennessee and would be staying at Nana and PawPaw’s house. I was happy when they came to visit and I got to meet the newest addition to our family, my 3-month-old nephew, Liam. Lucy their daughter would be our flower girl today and was an absolute ball of energy chasing Mills throughout the house. It was really enjoyable getting to catch up with them since we hadn’t been around each other in a while.

Several hours pass and I’m in my dress uniform headed over to the Baptist church with Walt. The girls were getting ready there, thanks to Nana’s membership, so that they could remain unseen before the ceremony. Everything looked incredible, and I had to hand it to the ladies that Emma would love it. Rows and rows of white chairs lined perfectly facing a flowered archway in front of the massive oak tree that had twinkling lights hanging from it. I had to take a deep breath as I saw Emma had framed my favorite portrait of my mom, and had the frame sitting in the front seat of rows of chairs. Effectively ensuring that I knew my mother’s presence was there with me. Seeing the set up made me more excited than ever to see my girl walking down the aisle towards me.

Finally, it was time. I stood at the end of the makeshift aisle with the officiant and Walter as many family and friends that I knew, and several from Emma’s hometown that I didn’t know sat in the chairs facing me. Walt had Aika on the leash with him as Cassie had Mills on the leash with her. Emma had been adamant about training him to behave for him to be at the ceremony. We all chuckled as Lucy threw flowers on the ground, and dumped the remaining flowers from her basket directly in front of the officiant before scuttling over to sit with Mark. The music switched to a romantic piano tune as the officiant called for the audience to rise and I watched as Emma emerged on her father’s arm. She was absolutely stunning in a tight-fitting white gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair in delicate curls with white roses tucked in it, while holding a large bouquet of matching flowers. My favorite shy smile was across her face as she walked closer towards me down the aisle. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I slightly shake my head as I can’t believe this beautiful, perfect woman was going to be mine forever.

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As we joined hands and repeated our vows after the officiant, I never took my eyes off of Emma. She is easily the most radiant and incredible person, I’ve ever known. After exchanging our rings, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife. As the crowd clapped and cheered, I wrapped my arms around Emma and dipped her backwards in a passionate but appropriate kiss. Emma smiled ecstatically at me as I stood her back up before grabbing her bouquet. We gave a quick hug to her parents and my grandparents before heading down the aisle as husband and wife. As we walked back down the aisle together, our loved ones cheered for us as the photographer snapped hundreds of photos. I was more than grateful for a moment to ourselves inside the church as I scooped Emma up bridal style and carried her to a room together for a moment alone. 

“Holy shit, Sugar.” I said as I stared at her body in this gown.

“Baby! We’re in a church! No cursing!” She scolded me playfully.

“Well, you’re sinful in that dress, Darlin’. Let me have a good look at you.” I motion for her to spin for me and she does so. I grunt at her before pulling her back into my arms and letting my hands roam her perfect form.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life, baby girl.” I tell her honestly and smile when her cheeks tint with blush.

“We need to go take pictures.” She says against my mouth as I pull her in for a kiss.

“Mm.. They can wait a minute. I just need a minute with my wife.” I tell her as I press another kiss to her lips.

“Anything you want, husband.” She smirks.

“You’re going to regret saying that, Sugar.” I tell her while arching my brow, not caring that we are in a church as I imply what I’m after.

“Save it for tonight, big boy. We have a wedding to get back too. I’ll make it worth your while tonight, baby.” She promises and I grunt before I adjust myself in my pants. Don’t need that showing up in all of the pictures. I pull her in for another kiss before there is a knock at the door from the photographer ready to do her job. I pout but Emma just smirks and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the room where Walt and Cassie are already waiting on us with knowing smirks.

After what feels like an hour worth of pictures of us and with our families, we head to the field which has been completely converted into a wedding reception. There is a DJ set up and tables with people already eating food. I’m starved so when Nana calls us to a table with food, Emma and I dig in. 

Throughout the night, I’m surprised to see several acquaintances from the army in attendance. Turns out, Nana put Walt’s detective skills to work on tracking down any remaining army buddies and sure enough, they showed. I was proud to show Emma off to them and she loved getting to meet people from my past who couldn’t believe I settled down. Before I knew it, they were telling jokes about some of the nonsense that we all did out in the desert when we were bored between missions and Emma was absolutely captivated with each story. Before the night ended, I was dancing, yes, dancing with Emma before we left for our hotel. This woman could convince me to do just about anything with those doe eyes. I smirk at Walt who has been dancing with Cassie for several songs. Emma, as usual, was right and they seem to be hitting things off. Nana and PawPaw had just left and took the dogs with them as we were going to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. I look at Emma who has her head resting against my chest and smile.

“Have you had a good time, Sugar?”

“Mmm, the best wedding ever. I’m so excited to be your wife. What about you?”

“It’s been perfect darlin’. I can’t believe so many of my army buddies showed.”

“I can. It’s obvious how much they all admire and respect you, baby. We should make a point to reach out more.” I just grunt in response. Everyone is so spread out now, it would be difficult to see them often. Emma cuts my train of thought with her next sentence.

“I have a little surprise for you.” Emma says while biting her lip.

“What’s that, Sugar?” Emma stretches up on her tip toes to reach the bottom of my ear.

“I stopped taking my birth control a week ago.” She whispers before looking up at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes and a smirk that runs straight to my manhood.

“Oh yeah? Ready for me to make you a mama?” I ask her quietly.

“Yes, honey. Let’s try for a baby.” She smiles and before I can even think I’m smashing my lips to hers.

“Can we go to the honeymoon suite yet?” I ask when she pulls away from the heated kiss to take a breath, reminding me that we have an audience.

“After the bouquet and garter toss, we can leave. Shall we?”

“Fuck yes!” I murmur before she tells Diana that we are ready to go. Diana gathers all of the single women together and Emma tosses her bouquet into the crowd that is easily caught by Cassie and I smirk at Walt who just smacks my shoulder with a grunt.

Emma sits in a chair and I get down on my good knee and slide myself under her dress to go after her garter. Fuck, she’s wearing the sexiest white bridal lingerie and it makes me even more eager to get her out of here. I pull the garter off with my teeth to the cheers of the crowd before purposefully flinging it directly into Walt’s head with a chuckle. I’ve always had perfect aim and he rewards me with his signature scowl. 

Thankfully, not too much later Emma and I are headed through the crowd of people showering us with flower petals as we get in the vintage car we rented to take us to the hotel. Emma wanted us to enjoy ourselves without having to worry about driving so I was happy to get to kiss on her the entire ride to the hotel.

Emma squealed as I scooped her up bridal style and carried her through the lobby to the elevators and up to our suite for the night. We’d be leaving tomorrow afternoon to catch our flight for our honeymoon but I was determined to make every minute of this night count. I could finally make love to my wife, and so that’s what we did… All. Night. Long.

Part 19

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Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 19

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,206

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assault.

Chapter 19

~~~I was in the hospital for the last 6 days. I had hoped I'd have loads of time to write but in reality I spent that time being a human pin cushion, being sick from meds or having tests. Thanks for being patient with me!~~~

Sy paced impatiently back and forth in the small observation room as he watched Mike through the two way mirror. He'd argued Mike's plea to Walt and the attorneys and they finally relented, though of course there was a cost. Mike wouldn't be allowed to testify at trial after this but they all understood why he needed to do this. He also wanted to do this without Sy or Walt in the room so the compromise was using an interrogation room so they could be close by and see them at all times. He just hoped Mike got the answers he was looking for.

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Mike looked up when the door opened. A deputy led Mitch Holmes into the room and cuffed him to the metal ring in the center of the table then left again. Another man, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase entered. “As agreed on, there will be no recordings, nothing said will be admissible under any circumstances, for anything.  I want it to be known that my client is doing this as an act of kindness and can stop at any time he chooses.” He looked at Mike then at the two way mirror where he knew Walt and Sy were before closing the door and leaving father and son alone while he joined the others behind the glass. 

“Are you OK? I was worried when I heard what happened to you.” Mitch was laying it on thick acting like father of the year. “I can't believe the court let you get involved with that damn man and woman who got you hurt!” He had no idea how much Mike had been told about his involvement in what happened but since he wanted to visit him he doubted that he knew much. Now was time to try and throw Sy and Deb under the bus. If he could get Mike to hate them then he might have a chance with the court. 

“Y..you were worried about me?”

“Of course I was! I should never have agreed to let them take you.”

“The court agreed, not you,” Mike reminded him.

“I've always told you that the court don't give a shit about us and that nosey assed cop neither!” Mitch complained. 

“So, do you have anything you want to ask me?’ when Mitch looked at him like he'd grown a third head he continued. “You've spent your time talking about and blaming everyone but not a single word about you or even me. Why is that?”

“I was talking about how they let you get kidnapped and hurt, Mike. You.. you're not still mad at me over boxin’ your ears when you drank my whiskey are ya? Cause you deserved that,” Mitch shook his finger at him.

Mike shook his head to clear it wondering if he'd somehow ventured into some alternate dimension of crazy. After a few minutes something dawned on him. Walt and Sy had told Mike that Mitch had been held in isolation since being arrested and the only thing he'd been told about Mike was that he'd been rescued and was alive. Mitch had no idea that Mike knew it was him that sold his son to the gang. Sitting up straight Mike leaned closer to the table. “You're a worthless junkie who couldn't pay off his debts so instead of dealing with it like a man, which you aren't, you SOLD me to them! You sold me for the cost of your own fucking habits KNOWING  what they were going to use me for.” 

“You don't talk to me like that!” Mitch snapped.

“Or what? You gonna hit me some more,  Mitch?” He let the sound of the last two letters in his name draw out. “That will never happen again.” Mike stood up and paced around the small room successfully making Mitch antsy and uncomfortable before coming to a stop facing the mirror in front of where Sy was standing on the other side. “When I started trying to arrange this meeting wanted to talk to you about a lot of stuff because I was going to demand answers. The moment I saw you though I realized you would never tell me the truth about anything. You would try to manipulate me to get what you want but nothing more.” He turned to face Mitch. “That being said, what I do want to say,” he sat down and leaned on the table. “I just wanted to say that I hope your prison stay is everything you deserve it to be and I have some friends now that will help me make sure that your cell mates know that you're available to work off your own debts now. Granted I'm sure you won't bring the same price I would have but they will just have to whore you out twice as much.”

“You little fuck!” Mitch growled and tried to lunge for him. Mike was much too fast and moved out of reach.

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Geralt watched intently as the doctor force bent Debbie's knee, ready to jump in if he felt he needed to but the woman was tough. There were tears in her eyes and she had his hand squeezed so tight he could hear the bones creak but she did exactly what she had to do.

“I'm impressed with how well you're doing. Incision is healing nicely and I'm going to start your physical therapy this week. Once they get your leg strength built back up…”

“You're going to do another surgery and then I start all over?” She interjected. 

“Not all over but re-healing, yes. Remember it is going to be a long road but we will get there!” 

“I'll get there…” She mocked as the door shut behind him, throwing a roll of tape in frustration. 

Geralt arched his brow at her and tisked but had to bite his lip when she blushed at his mild scolding. The nurse came in and fit a new brace on her leg. It was shorter and had locks so that she could start to bend the knee slowly and not cause damage. Finally, after setting up physio, the next doctor appointment and getting blood work done they made it out to the truck to head home. “Hungry little one?”

“Starving,” She nodded. 

“Pizza, burgers, Mexican, Chinese?” He listed off nearby options. 

“Chinese,” her stomach growled loudly.

When they were seated and placed their orders Deb sipped on a soda then twirled the straw in the bubbly liquid. “You and Sy are really close. He always talked about you but now that we've met on person I can tell the feelings are mutual.” Geralt took a drink of his water waiting to see where this was going. “None of you have girlfriends. Why?”

“A few of us have had in the past. Napoleon often has a female companion but not for long periods. Will has a girl back where he calls home.” 

“You don't agree with attachments though? You think they are an exploitable weakness.” She looked  down at her plate. 

He pondered carefully before answering.  “I think anything that we love or care about has the potential to be used against us. If the person is evil enough or ruthless enough they will exploit anything.”

“I don't want to be a weakness,” She sighed softly.  “I already have been though, for all of you. He called you to help him but if not for me he wouldn't have needed to.” 

“Don't do anything stupid,” he leveled his eyes at her.

“I'm not, i.. I just don't want to be a reason he gets hurt. I want to be an asset not a burden.” She munched a spring roll. 

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Sy stretched his back as he walked through the barn with Mike. It had been a crazy day that started with them and their attorney arguing with Mitch's attorney on whether or not Mike could even see him. Once they met most of Mitch's demands, around four in the afternoon, then it was finally 

tiime for the meeting. “Did you get what you wanted out of the meeting?” He asked Mike.

Mike scratched Rose's snout and neck. “I wanted him to explain why he would do all this to me? Why does he hate me so much that he would sell me to someone who was going to pimp me out? Why?” His voice rose as he turned to face Sy. “What about me is so fucking broken that….” He choked up and spun to the left punching a wall in frustration. 

Sy went to him and pulled him into a hug but quickly let go when Mike fought against it. “Kid you're not the one who's broken, he is. Your old man has an addiction but it's more than that. Mitch is,” he struggled to find the right words. “He's a monster. He is the one who disappointed you, who let you down.”

“No one else ever saw that.” Mike demanded.

“Because it's true,” Sy stood firm. 

“And what about Debbie and everything that happened to her because of me?” He yelled. “She nearly died because you both tried to help me!”

“What? Mike, no, that wasn't your fault. You and Deb both got caught up in something that you had no control over. You didn't do this to her anymore than she did it to you.”

“They took us because Mitch sold me!”

“Walter pulled Deb and I in on the gang case. We got involved knowing the risks, kid. You two happened to be together so they took you both. Your old man set it up, sure but they took her hoping to get information about our investigation.”

“He's right,” Deb said as she limped over to them on her crutches. When they pulled up they saw Sy's truck by the barn and stopped. “Truth be told, we all try to protect each other from bad stuff and sometimes end up making it worse. Sy was working with Walt and shut me out of the investigation trying to protect me. On my end all I saw was him secretly texting and calling some random woman, sneaking off to meet her in secret. Instead of talking to him about it I threw myself into my work which got me involved with the corrupt detective. I convinced myself that what Lindy said about me not being enough for Sy was true and was trying to distance myself so it wouldn't be such a shock when he left me.” It was the first time she'd said some of that out loud. Sy was looking at her like she was from Mars and Mike looked like he wanted it to be true. “I don't even pretend that I have all the answers any more because the truth is that I'm more worried now than ever but the few things I do know, I'm sure of. Love gets you hurt whether it's unintentionally or not. Loving someone makes you a point of weakness for them and leaves them open to getting hurt. What is the alternative? We've all found each other and formed bonds which I think we are weaker without. If we run away from each other then we're vulnerable and will do anything to find each other.” She scrubbed her hands over her face in frustration.  “I can't make you believe the truth any more than I can force you to stay here if you're determined to leave. None of this was your fault and I hope you believe that, Mike.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, “and we want you here.”

Everything broke through Mike's walls at once and they crumbled. He wrapped his arms around Deb and buried his face against her shoulder and neck as the dam broke and he sobbed. He sobbed for his past, his childhood, his asshole father, his mom that left him and all the shit that happened recently. He cried until he had no tears left. He felt Sy's arms around him as well, helping comfort him. When the tears finally stopped and his heart rate came back down he felt completely drained. They must have been standing there for quite awhile because his legs were aching and going numb. 

The three of them headed back to the house. Mike was so drained he went to lay down for a nap before dinner. Debbie headed to the kitchen and grabbed her pain pills tossing a couple in her mouth then going to the fridge to get some water to rinse them down before bending down to try and grab an ice pack from the freezer. Sy's big hand reached in front of her and got the pack.

“What did the doctor say?”

She told him everything as they went to set on the sofa. It didn't take long between the exhaustion and the meds that she fell into a fitful sleep.

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Chapter 11

Geralt looked out the window at the still falling snow in the presunrise hours. The colors seemed more beautiful today than he ever remembered. He heard Naurel start to move and went to her. Sitting beside her on the bed he leaned in for a soft kiss. “How do you feel?” The new lovers had spent the rest of the day and the entire night in his room exploring each other.

She stretched and smiled up at him, eyes still sleepy. “Wonderful.”

“Not sore? I didn’t hurt you did I?” His strength always concerned him when touching humans but especially with her because he’d lost himself in the pleasure a few times.

“Sore in some places but nothing bad.” Running her hand over his arm, “Stop worrying love. You didn’t hurt me, I promise.” He relaxed a bit and she sat up pressing another kiss to his mouth. “Are you ok? You’re up early.”

“Aye, perfect,” he smiled. “As much as I would love to stay up here for a month you need food and water to replenish and we should give your body some time to rest.”

She pouted at him but the grumbling in her stomach made her realize he was right, as usual. “Fine, if we have to.” She got up and started getting dressed still blushing softly as he watched her.

Down in the dining hall, a few of the witchers were already having their breakfast when they arrived. Geralt got their food and led her to a table where Ciri, Coen, Jaskier, and Lambert set. Once they were seated she suddenly became nervous. They, well she, hadn’t been very quiet last night. What If they heard her? Geralt placed his hand on her thigh having picked up on her increased heart rate and she wrapped her own arm around his bigger one almost hugging it to her. She picked at her porridge, thankful when a conversation started.

“What’s the training agenda for today?” Geralt asked Ciri.

“Lambert said something about a training platform for witchers,” she answered proudly.

Lambert had the good sense to sort of cringe knowing that Geralt would likely not approve. “I just thought it would be a good way to learn some defense. If you think it’s a bad idea we can do something else.”

Ciri’s huff didn’t go unnoticed but Geralt acted like he didn’t hear her. “She’s chosen you and Coen to do her training. I won’t get in the way of that. Naurel and I will be practicing today.” He looked down the table at Ciri, “Please be careful. The course is made for a witcher who’s more advanced in their training. When they fall and break a limb or split their skull we can put them in the laboratory and give them elixirs to heal them. You do not have that ability.”

“Gonna practice with the straw people again?” Lambert teased Naurel.

“Probably,” she nodded. “I’m sure it’s sort of like practicing with you though, the straw just doesn't talk back and crack stupid jokes.”

Coen spits his water across the table laughing. “Good one!”

Naurel reached over and shook his hand with a huge grin on her face. “Thank you.” Having started to relax a bit more she loosened the death grip she had no Geralt’s arm some and started eating. “What are you doing up so early Jaskier? You usually sleep till midday.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he eyed her.

“Oh no, are you still hurting?” she asked, concerned for her friend.

“A bit but that’s not why I couldn’t sleep.”

“The cold?” Geralt asked as he took a bite of bread.

“My room is next to yours and you,” he looked at Naurel, “Are not quiet my dear. And you,” he pointed at Geralt, “How do you go so long?!” Ciri started giggling and the other witchers joined in teasing them and moaning mockingly.

Naurel’s face flamed red as she buried her face against Geralt’s shoulder. Geralt however just laughed good-naturedly at their friends. He’d intended for them to all know that she belonged to him. Last night left no doubt. After a few minutes of teasing Vesemir and Eskel came in. He’d heard them teasing the pair and was laughing too. “Enough,” he rumbled. “You’re just jealous because your brother is making those noises with his girl and not by himself.”

Geralt gave a grateful look to the old witcher before lifting Naurel’s head off his shoulder and kissing her softly. It wasn’t lost on him the Eskel went to an empty table and didn’t join them. She finally spoke again to ask Vesemir a question. “What is the cooking schedule here?”

“Each person takes a day cooking all three meals,” he told her.

“I would like a turn if that’s agreeable. I feel like I need to be contributing in some way.”

“Yes! Of course! Please! It has to be better than Lambert’s” Came several replies from all the witchers. She laughed.

“You don’t have to but If you want to, it would be most welcome,” Vesemir told her.

“I’d love to,” she beamed. “Someone let me know when it’s my turn.”

“Tomorrow,” they all said in unison. She laughed and continued talking before heading out to work on her sword training.

 

It was getting late in the afternoon when Geralt saw Lambert and Coen approaching with a bloody, frustrated Ciri in tow. They all sat near him watching Naurel hit the straw dummy. He looked over at Ciri, “Going to survive?”

“I’ll get it tomorrow,” she frowned as she rolled her shoulder. Stupid human body and its human limitations.

“You beat the strawman yet?” Lambert teased Naurel.

“Why don’t you spar with her and find out?” Geralt suggested.

Naurel and Lambert said “Huh?” at the same time.

“Spar with her, not you?” Lambert verified.

“Yes, I will coach her, nothing more,” Geralt nodded.

“Come on little girl,” Lambert said excitedly, grabbing his sword.

Naurel was looking at Geralt like he had grown another head as he approached her. “He’s going to kill me!” she whispered.

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you have to ask?”

“Start out with the blocking moves I showed you. When I want you to switch to offensive strikes I will call them out.” He kissed her head, “You can do this.”

“Yea,” she shook her head no at the same time causing him to chuckle. “Just remember if he kills me we can not do a repeat of last night witcher.” All of them laughed, damn witcher hearing.

Naurel did everything exactly how Geralt had shown her and made her practice on the dummy a thousand times and to her surprise, she managed to block all of his attacks. He’d been easy at first but by the end, there was some force behind his blows. “Strikes,” Geralt called out. “Keep your form, your arms are dropping.”

“Fuck you,” Eskel roared and launched an attack.

Geralt shoved Naurel to the ground away from them so that she wasn’t hit. Both men landed punches and kicks hard enough to draw blood instantly. Witchers fighting was scary to watch especially when you were in love with one of them. She felt the tears spilling down her face as Ciri ran to her and helped her to her feet.

The other witchers finally got the two separated after several attempts. Coen noticed that Eskel’s eyes were black indicating he’d taken an elixer before coming outside. He’d planned this attack. Distracted by his thoughts Eskel was able to shake free and storm Geralt again whose arms were still being restrained. No one had time to react as Eskel kicked Geralt as hard as he could between the legs with his elixir enhanced strength. Everyone let Geralt go and tackled Eskel to the ground. Geralt fell forward, curled over unable to catch his breath, and finally threw up in the snow.

Naurel and Ciri ran to him trying to help him however they could. Naurel grabbed a handful of clean snow and wiped his face and neck until he was able to catch his breath. She had to balance herself when he leaned all his weight on her pressing her face against her neck. “Shhh, love try to breathe,” she encouraged rubbing his back.

At this point, Vesemir had come out and ordered them to take Eskel to the dining hall before kneeling beside Geralt. “Wolf,” he placed his hand on his back feeling how hard he was still trembling. “We need to get you inside so I can tend to you. It’s going to hurt when we stand you up but it has to be done.

Geralt nodded because he couldn’t speak and felt strong arms around him lifting him up. He was sure his balls had ruptured, it felt like they had been hit was an anvil. Unable to hide the grimace as he was moved he griped Vesemir and Coen’s shoulders in a bruising grip. He was grateful that they went no farther than the dining hall because he didn’t think he could have stood much more even letting out a whimper when he was lowered down on some furs that had been placed near the fire.

Jaskier moved Ciri out of the line of sight to give Geralt some privacy as they laid his head in Naurel’s lap and stripped him. He had to be restrained while he was examined for damage but thankful after a few potions and elixirs he was no longer fighting them. Naurel dipped a cloth in a bowl of water and wiped his sweaty brow and face unable to do anything else to help while Vesemir and Coen worked. Once Geralt was treated and covered with a blanket Vesemir said something to him that was too soft for Naurel to hear before standing. Geralt turned with a pained grunt and wrapped his arms around Naurel’s waist hugging her as he rested his head on her.

Vesemir was livid when he stormed across the room to Eskel. The yelling echoed through the room like screams off a mountainside but Naurel didn’t think Eskel looked repentant at all. She smiled as Ciri came and curled against her side close to Geralt and ran her fingers through his hair offering comfort the only way she knew how as well. The yelling went on for over an hour before Eskel was sent to his room for the night because Vesemir was too angry not to hurt him during punishment at the moment. Eventually, everyone scattered about talking softly or going to their rooms. Thankfully Geralt had calmed enough to meditate and help his healing.

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Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 19

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,206

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assault.

Chapter 19

~~~I was in the hospital for the last 6 days. I had hoped I'd have loads of time to write but in reality I spent that time being a human pin cushion, being sick from meds or having tests. Thanks for being patient with me!~~~

Sy paced impatiently back and forth in the small observation room as he watched Mike through the two way mirror. He'd argued Mike's plea to Walt and the attorneys and they finally relented, though of course there was a cost. Mike wouldn't be allowed to testify at trial after this but they all understood why he needed to do this. He also wanted to do this without Sy or Walt in the room so the compromise was using an interrogation room so they could be close by and see them at all times. He just hoped Mike got the answers he was looking for.

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Mike looked up when the door opened. A deputy led Mitch Holmes into the room and cuffed him to the metal ring in the center of the table then left again. Another man, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase entered. “As agreed on, there will be no recordings, nothing said will be admissible under any circumstances, for anything.  I want it to be known that my client is doing this as an act of kindness and can stop at any time he chooses.” He looked at Mike then at the two way mirror where he knew Walt and Sy were before closing the door and leaving father and son alone while he joined the others behind the glass. 

“Are you OK? I was worried when I heard what happened to you.” Mitch was laying it on thick acting like father of the year. “I can't believe the court let you get involved with that damn man and woman who got you hurt!” He had no idea how much Mike had been told about his involvement in what happened but since he wanted to visit him he doubted that he knew much. Now was time to try and throw Sy and Deb under the bus. If he could get Mike to hate them then he might have a chance with the court. 

“Y..you were worried about me?”

“Of course I was! I should never have agreed to let them take you.”

“The court agreed, not you,” Mike reminded him.

“I've always told you that the court don't give a shit about us and that nosey assed cop neither!” Mitch complained. 

“So, do you have anything you want to ask me?’ when Mitch looked at him like he'd grown a third head he continued. “You've spent your time talking about and blaming everyone but not a single word about you or even me. Why is that?”

“I was talking about how they let you get kidnapped and hurt, Mike. You.. you're not still mad at me over boxin’ your ears when you drank my whiskey are ya? Cause you deserved that,” Mitch shook his finger at him.

Mike shook his head to clear it wondering if he'd somehow ventured into some alternate dimension of crazy. After a few minutes something dawned on him. Walt and Sy had told Mike that Mitch had been held in isolation since being arrested and the only thing he'd been told about Mike was that he'd been rescued and was alive. Mitch had no idea that Mike knew it was him that sold his son to the gang. Sitting up straight Mike leaned closer to the table. “You're a worthless junkie who couldn't pay off his debts so instead of dealing with it like a man, which you aren't, you SOLD me to them! You sold me for the cost of your own fucking habits KNOWING  what they were going to use me for.” 

“You don't talk to me like that!” Mitch snapped.

“Or what? You gonna hit me some more,  Mitch?” He let the sound of the last two letters in his name draw out. “That will never happen again.” Mike stood up and paced around the small room successfully making Mitch antsy and uncomfortable before coming to a stop facing the mirror in front of where Sy was standing on the other side. “When I started trying to arrange this meeting wanted to talk to you about a lot of stuff because I was going to demand answers. The moment I saw you though I realized you would never tell me the truth about anything. You would try to manipulate me to get what you want but nothing more.” He turned to face Mitch. “That being said, what I do want to say,” he sat down and leaned on the table. “I just wanted to say that I hope your prison stay is everything you deserve it to be and I have some friends now that will help me make sure that your cell mates know that you're available to work off your own debts now. Granted I'm sure you won't bring the same price I would have but they will just have to whore you out twice as much.”

“You little fuck!” Mitch growled and tried to lunge for him. Mike was much too fast and moved out of reach.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Geralt watched intently as the doctor force bent Debbie's knee, ready to jump in if he felt he needed to but the woman was tough. There were tears in her eyes and she had his hand squeezed so tight he could hear the bones creak but she did exactly what she had to do.

“I'm impressed with how well you're doing. Incision is healing nicely and I'm going to start your physical therapy this week. Once they get your leg strength built back up…”

“You're going to do another surgery and then I start all over?” She interjected. 

“Not all over but re-healing, yes. Remember it is going to be a long road but we will get there!” 

“I'll get there…” She mocked as the door shut behind him, throwing a roll of tape in frustration. 

Geralt arched his brow at her and tisked but had to bite his lip when she blushed at his mild scolding. The nurse came in and fit a new brace on her leg. It was shorter and had locks so that she could start to bend the knee slowly and not cause damage. Finally, after setting up physio, the next doctor appointment and getting blood work done they made it out to the truck to head home. “Hungry little one?”

“Starving,” She nodded. 

“Pizza, burgers, Mexican, Chinese?” He listed off nearby options. 

“Chinese,” her stomach growled loudly.

When they were seated and placed their orders Deb sipped on a soda then twirled the straw in the bubbly liquid. “You and Sy are really close. He always talked about you but now that we've met on person I can tell the feelings are mutual.” Geralt took a drink of his water waiting to see where this was going. “None of you have girlfriends. Why?”

“A few of us have had in the past. Napoleon often has a female companion but not for long periods. Will has a girl back where he calls home.” 

“You don't agree with attachments though? You think they are an exploitable weakness.” She looked  down at her plate. 

He pondered carefully before answering.  “I think anything that we love or care about has the potential to be used against us. If the person is evil enough or ruthless enough they will exploit anything.”

“I don't want to be a weakness,” She sighed softly.  “I already have been though, for all of you. He called you to help him but if not for me he wouldn't have needed to.” 

“Don't do anything stupid,” he leveled his eyes at her.

“I'm not, i.. I just don't want to be a reason he gets hurt. I want to be an asset not a burden.” She munched a spring roll. 

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Sy stretched his back as he walked through the barn with Mike. It had been a crazy day that started with them and their attorney arguing with Mitch's attorney on whether or not Mike could even see him. Once they met most of Mitch's demands, around four in the afternoon, then it was finally 

tiime for the meeting. “Did you get what you wanted out of the meeting?” He asked Mike.

Mike scratched Rose's snout and neck. “I wanted him to explain why he would do all this to me? Why does he hate me so much that he would sell me to someone who was going to pimp me out? Why?” His voice rose as he turned to face Sy. “What about me is so fucking broken that….” He choked up and spun to the left punching a wall in frustration. 

Sy went to him and pulled him into a hug but quickly let go when Mike fought against it. “Kid you're not the one who's broken, he is. Your old man has an addiction but it's more than that. Mitch is,” he struggled to find the right words. “He's a monster. He is the one who disappointed you, who let you down.”

“No one else ever saw that.” Mike demanded.

“Because it's true,” Sy stood firm. 

“And what about Debbie and everything that happened to her because of me?” He yelled. “She nearly died because you both tried to help me!”

“What? Mike, no, that wasn't your fault. You and Deb both got caught up in something that you had no control over. You didn't do this to her anymore than she did it to you.”

“They took us because Mitch sold me!”

“Walter pulled Deb and I in on the gang case. We got involved knowing the risks, kid. You two happened to be together so they took you both. Your old man set it up, sure but they took her hoping to get information about our investigation.”

“He's right,” Deb said as she limped over to them on her crutches. When they pulled up they saw Sy's truck by the barn and stopped. “Truth be told, we all try to protect each other from bad stuff and sometimes end up making it worse. Sy was working with Walt and shut me out of the investigation trying to protect me. On my end all I saw was him secretly texting and calling some random woman, sneaking off to meet her in secret. Instead of talking to him about it I threw myself into my work which got me involved with the corrupt detective. I convinced myself that what Lindy said about me not being enough for Sy was true and was trying to distance myself so it wouldn't be such a shock when he left me.” It was the first time she'd said some of that out loud. Sy was looking at her like she was from Mars and Mike looked like he wanted it to be true. “I don't even pretend that I have all the answers any more because the truth is that I'm more worried now than ever but the few things I do know, I'm sure of. Love gets you hurt whether it's unintentionally or not. Loving someone makes you a point of weakness for them and leaves them open to getting hurt. What is the alternative? We've all found each other and formed bonds which I think we are weaker without. If we run away from each other then we're vulnerable and will do anything to find each other.” She scrubbed her hands over her face in frustration.  “I can't make you believe the truth any more than I can force you to stay here if you're determined to leave. None of this was your fault and I hope you believe that, Mike.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, “and we want you here.”

Everything broke through Mike's walls at once and they crumbled. He wrapped his arms around Deb and buried his face against her shoulder and neck as the dam broke and he sobbed. He sobbed for his past, his childhood, his asshole father, his mom that left him and all the shit that happened recently. He cried until he had no tears left. He felt Sy's arms around him as well, helping comfort him. When the tears finally stopped and his heart rate came back down he felt completely drained. They must have been standing there for quite awhile because his legs were aching and going numb. 

The three of them headed back to the house. Mike was so drained he went to lay down for a nap before dinner. Debbie headed to the kitchen and grabbed her pain pills tossing a couple in her mouth then going to the fridge to get some water to rinse them down before bending down to try and grab an ice pack from the freezer. Sy's big hand reached in front of her and got the pack.

“What did the doctor say?”

She told him everything as they went to set on the sofa. It didn't take long between the exhaustion and the meds that she fell into a fitful sleep.

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Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 19

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,206

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assault.

Chapter 19

~~~I was in the hospital for the last 6 days. I had hoped I'd have loads of time to write but in reality I spent that time being a human pin cushion, being sick from meds or having tests. Thanks for being patient with me!~~~

Sy paced impatiently back and forth in the small observation room as he watched Mike through the two way mirror. He'd argued Mike's plea to Walt and the attorneys and they finally relented, though of course there was a cost. Mike wouldn't be allowed to testify at trial after this but they all understood why he needed to do this. He also wanted to do this without Sy or Walt in the room so the compromise was using an interrogation room so they could be close by and see them at all times. He just hoped Mike got the answers he was looking for.

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Mike looked up when the door opened. A deputy led Mitch Holmes into the room and cuffed him to the metal ring in the center of the table then left again. Another man, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase entered. “As agreed on, there will be no recordings, nothing said will be admissible under any circumstances, for anything.  I want it to be known that my client is doing this as an act of kindness and can stop at any time he chooses.” He looked at Mike then at the two way mirror where he knew Walt and Sy were before closing the door and leaving father and son alone while he joined the others behind the glass. 

“Are you OK? I was worried when I heard what happened to you.” Mitch was laying it on thick acting like father of the year. “I can't believe the court let you get involved with that damn man and woman who got you hurt!��� He had no idea how much Mike had been told about his involvement in what happened but since he wanted to visit him he doubted that he knew much. Now was time to try and throw Sy and Deb under the bus. If he could get Mike to hate them then he might have a chance with the court. 

“Y..you were worried about me?”

“Of course I was! I should never have agreed to let them take you.”

“The court agreed, not you,” Mike reminded him.

“I've always told you that the court don't give a shit about us and that nosey assed cop neither!” Mitch complained. 

“So, do you have anything you want to ask me?’ when Mitch looked at him like he'd grown a third head he continued. “You've spent your time talking about and blaming everyone but not a single word about you or even me. Why is that?”

“I was talking about how they let you get kidnapped and hurt, Mike. You.. you're not still mad at me over boxin’ your ears when you drank my whiskey are ya? Cause you deserved that,” Mitch shook his finger at him.

Mike shook his head to clear it wondering if he'd somehow ventured into some alternate dimension of crazy. After a few minutes something dawned on him. Walt and Sy had told Mike that Mitch had been held in isolation since being arrested and the only thing he'd been told about Mike was that he'd been rescued and was alive. Mitch had no idea that Mike knew it was him that sold his son to the gang. Sitting up straight Mike leaned closer to the table. “You're a worthless junkie who couldn't pay off his debts so instead of dealing with it like a man, which you aren't, you SOLD me to them! You sold me for the cost of your own fucking habits KNOWING  what they were going to use me for.” 

“You don't talk to me like that!” Mitch snapped.

“Or what? You gonna hit me some more,  Mitch?” He let the sound of the last two letters in his name draw out. “That will never happen again.” Mike stood up and paced around the small room successfully making Mitch antsy and uncomfortable before coming to a stop facing the mirror in front of where Sy was standing on the other side. “When I started trying to arrange this meeting wanted to talk to you about a lot of stuff because I was going to demand answers. The moment I saw you though I realized you would never tell me the truth about anything. You would try to manipulate me to get what you want but nothing more.” He turned to face Mitch. “That being said, what I do want to say,” he sat down and leaned on the table. “I just wanted to say that I hope your prison stay is everything you deserve it to be and I have some friends now that will help me make sure that your cell mates know that you're available to work off your own debts now. Granted I'm sure you won't bring the same price I would have but they will just have to whore you out twice as much.”

“You little fuck!” Mitch growled and tried to lunge for him. Mike was much too fast and moved out of reach.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Geralt watched intently as the doctor force bent Debbie's knee, ready to jump in if he felt he needed to but the woman was tough. There were tears in her eyes and she had his hand squeezed so tight he could hear the bones creak but she did exactly what she had to do.

“I'm impressed with how well you're doing. Incision is healing nicely and I'm going to start your physical therapy this week. Once they get your leg strength built back up…”

“You're going to do another surgery and then I start all over?” She interjected. 

“Not all over but re-healing, yes. Remember it is going to be a long road but we will get there!” 

“I'll get there…” She mocked as the door shut behind him, throwing a roll of tape in frustration. 

Geralt arched his brow at her and tisked but had to bite his lip when she blushed at his mild scolding. The nurse came in and fit a new brace on her leg. It was shorter and had locks so that she could start to bend the knee slowly and not cause damage. Finally, after setting up physio, the next doctor appointment and getting blood work done they made it out to the truck to head home. “Hungry little one?”

“Starving,” She nodded. 

“Pizza, burgers, Mexican, Chinese?” He listed off nearby options. 

“Chinese,” her stomach growled loudly.

When they were seated and placed their orders Deb sipped on a soda then twirled the straw in the bubbly liquid. “You and Sy are really close. He always talked about you but now that we've met on person I can tell the feelings are mutual.” Geralt took a drink of his water waiting to see where this was going. “None of you have girlfriends. Why?”

“A few of us have had in the past. Napoleon often has a female companion but not for long periods. Will has a girl back where he calls home.” 

“You don't agree with attachments though? You think they are an exploitable weakness.” She looked  down at her plate. 

He pondered carefully before answering.  “I think anything that we love or care about has the potential to be used against us. If the person is evil enough or ruthless enough they will exploit anything.”

“I don't want to be a weakness,” She sighed softly.  “I already have been though, for all of you. He called you to help him but if not for me he wouldn't have needed to.” 

“Don't do anything stupid,” he leveled his eyes at her.

“I'm not, i.. I just don't want to be a reason he gets hurt. I want to be an asset not a burden.” She munched a spring roll. 

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Sy stretched his back as he walked through the barn with Mike. It had been a crazy day that started with them and their attorney arguing with Mitch's attorney on whether or not Mike could even see him. Once they met most of Mitch's demands, around four in the afternoon, then it was finally 

tiime for the meeting. “Did you get what you wanted out of the meeting?” He asked Mike.

Mike scratched Rose's snout and neck. “I wanted him to explain why he would do all this to me? Why does he hate me so much that he would sell me to someone who was going to pimp me out? Why?” His voice rose as he turned to face Sy. “What about me is so fucking broken that….” He choked up and spun to the left punching a wall in frustration. 

Sy went to him and pulled him into a hug but quickly let go when Mike fought against it. “Kid you're not the one who's broken, he is. Your old man has an addiction but it's more than that. Mitch is,” he struggled to find the right words. “He's a monster. He is the one who disappointed you, who let you down.”

“No one else ever saw that.” Mike demanded.

“Because it's true,” Sy stood firm. 

“And what about Debbie and everything that happened to her because of me?” He yelled. “She nearly died because you both tried to help me!”

“What? Mike, no, that wasn't your fault. You and Deb both got caught up in something that you had no control over. You didn't do this to her anymore than she did it to you.”

“They took us because Mitch sold me!”

“Walter pulled Deb and I in on the gang case. We got involved knowing the risks, kid. You two happened to be together so they took you both. Your old man set it up, sure but they took her hoping to get information about our investigation.”

“He's right,” Deb said as she limped over to them on her crutches. When they pulled up they saw Sy's truck by the barn and stopped. “Truth be told, we all try to protect each other from bad stuff and sometimes end up making it worse. Sy was working with Walt and shut me out of the investigation trying to protect me. On my end all I saw was him secretly texting and calling some random woman, sneaking off to meet her in secret. Instead of talking to him about it I threw myself into my work which got me involved with the corrupt detective. I convinced myself that what Lindy said about me not being enough for Sy was true and was trying to distance myself so it wouldn't be such a shock when he left me.” It was the first time she'd said some of that out loud. Sy was looking at her like she was from Mars and Mike looked like he wanted it to be true. “I don't even pretend that I have all the answers any more because the truth is that I'm more worried now than ever but the few things I do know, I'm sure of. Love gets you hurt whether it's unintentionally or not. Loving someone makes you a point of weakness for them and leaves them open to getting hurt. What is the alternative? We've all found each other and formed bonds which I think we are weaker without. If we run away from each other then we're vulnerable and will do anything to find each other.” She scrubbed her hands over her face in frustration.  “I can't make you believe the truth any more than I can force you to stay here if you're determined to leave. None of this was your fault and I hope you believe that, Mike.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, “and we want you here.”

Everything broke through Mike's walls at once and they crumbled. He wrapped his arms around Deb and buried his face against her shoulder and neck as the dam broke and he sobbed. He sobbed for his past, his childhood, his asshole father, his mom that left him and all the shit that happened recently. He cried until he had no tears left. He felt Sy's arms around him as well, helping comfort him. When the tears finally stopped and his heart rate came back down he felt completely drained. They must have been standing there for quite awhile because his legs were aching and going numb. 

The three of them headed back to the house. Mike was so drained he went to lay down for a nap before dinner. Debbie headed to the kitchen and grabbed her pain pills tossing a couple in her mouth then going to the fridge to get some water to rinse them down before bending down to try and grab an ice pack from the freezer. Sy's big hand reached in front of her and got the pack.

“What did the doctor say?”

She told him everything as they went to set on the sofa. It didn't take long between the exhaustion and the meds that she fell into a fitful sleep.

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Chapter 11

Geralt looked out the window at the still falling snow in the presunrise hours. The colors seemed more beautiful today than he ever remembered. He heard Naurel start to move and went to her. Sitting beside her on the bed he leaned in for a soft kiss. “How do you feel?” The new lovers had spent the rest of the day and the entire night in his room exploring each other.

She stretched and smiled up at him, eyes still sleepy. “Wonderful.”

“Not sore? I didn’t hurt you did I?” His strength always concerned him when touching humans but especially with her because he’d lost himself in the pleasure a few times.

“Sore in some places but nothing bad.” Running her hand over his arm, “Stop worrying love. You didn’t hurt me, I promise.” He relaxed a bit and she sat up pressing another kiss to his mouth. “Are you ok? You’re up early.”

“Aye, perfect,” he smiled. “As much as I would love to stay up here for a month you need food and water to replenish and we should give your body some time to rest.”

She pouted at him but the grumbling in her stomach made her realize he was right, as usual. “Fine, if we have to.” She got up and started getting dressed still blushing softly as he watched her.

Down in the dining hall, a few of the witchers were already having their breakfast when they arrived. Geralt got their food and led her to a table where Ciri, Coen, Jaskier, and Lambert set. Once they were seated she suddenly became nervous. They, well she, hadn’t been very quiet last night. What If they heard her? Geralt placed his hand on her thigh having picked up on her increased heart rate and she wrapped her own arm around his bigger one almost hugging it to her. She picked at her porridge, thankful when a conversation started.

“What’s the training agenda for today?” Geralt asked Ciri.

“Lambert said something about a training platform for witchers,” she answered proudly.

Lambert had the good sense to sort of cringe knowing that Geralt would likely not approve. “I just thought it would be a good way to learn some defense. If you think it’s a bad idea we can do something else.”

Ciri’s huff didn’t go unnoticed but Geralt acted like he didn’t hear her. “She’s chosen you and Coen to do her training. I won’t get in the way of that. Naurel and I will be practicing today.” He looked down the table at Ciri, “Please be careful. The course is made for a witcher who’s more advanced in their training. When they fall and break a limb or split their skull we can put them in the laboratory and give them elixirs to heal them. You do not have that ability.”

“Gonna practice with the straw people again?” Lambert teased Naurel.

“Probably,” she nodded. “I’m sure it’s sort of like practicing with you though, the straw just doesn't talk back and crack stupid jokes.”

Coen spits his water across the table laughing. “Good one!”

Naurel reached over and shook his hand with a huge grin on her face. “Thank you.” Having started to relax a bit more she loosened the death grip she had no Geralt’s arm some and started eating. “What are you doing up so early Jaskier? You usually sleep till midday.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he eyed her.

“Oh no, are you still hurting?” she asked, concerned for her friend.

“A bit but that’s not why I couldn’t sleep.”

“The cold?” Geralt asked as he took a bite of bread.

“My room is next to yours and you,” he looked at Naurel, “Are not quiet my dear. And you,” he pointed at Geralt, “How do you go so long?!” Ciri started giggling and the other witchers joined in teasing them and moaning mockingly.

Naurel’s face flamed red as she buried her face against Geralt’s shoulder. Geralt however just laughed good-naturedly at their friends. He’d intended for them to all know that she belonged to him. Last night left no doubt. After a few minutes of teasing Vesemir and Eskel came in. He’d heard them teasing the pair and was laughing too. “Enough,” he rumbled. “You’re just jealous because your brother is making those noises with his girl and not by himself.”

Geralt gave a grateful look to the old witcher before lifting Naurel’s head off his shoulder and kissing her softly. It wasn’t lost on him the Eskel went to an empty table and didn’t join them. She finally spoke again to ask Vesemir a question. “What is the cooking schedule here?”

“Each person takes a day cooking all three meals,” he told her.

“I would like a turn if that’s agreeable. I feel like I need to be contributing in some way.”

“Yes! Of course! Please! It has to be better than Lambert’s” Came several replies from all the witchers. She laughed.

“You don’t have to but If you want to, it would be most welcome,” Vesemir told her.

“I’d love to,” she beamed. “Someone let me know when it’s my turn.”

“Tomorrow,” they all said in unison. She laughed and continued talking before heading out to work on her sword training.

 

It was getting late in the afternoon when Geralt saw Lambert and Coen approaching with a bloody, frustrated Ciri in tow. They all sat near him watching Naurel hit the straw dummy. He looked over at Ciri, “Going to survive?”

“I’ll get it tomorrow,” she frowned as she rolled her shoulder. Stupid human body and its human limitations.

“You beat the strawman yet?” Lambert teased Naurel.

“Why don’t you spar with her and find out?” Geralt suggested.

Naurel and Lambert said “Huh?” at the same time.

“Spar with her, not you?” Lambert verified.

“Yes, I will coach her, nothing more,” Geralt nodded.

“Come on little girl,” Lambert said excitedly, grabbing his sword.

Naurel was looking at Geralt like he had grown another head as he approached her. “He’s going to kill me!” she whispered.

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you have to ask?”

“Start out with the blocking moves I showed you. When I want you to switch to offensive strikes I will call them out.” He kissed her head, “You can do this.”

“Yea,” she shook her head no at the same time causing him to chuckle. “Just remember if he kills me we can not do a repeat of last night witcher.” All of them laughed, damn witcher hearing.

Naurel did everything exactly how Geralt had shown her and made her practice on the dummy a thousand times and to her surprise, she managed to block all of his attacks. He’d been easy at first but by the end, there was some force behind his blows. “Strikes,” Geralt called out. “Keep your form, your arms are dropping.”

“Fuck you,” Eskel roared and launched an attack.

Geralt shoved Naurel to the ground away from them so that she wasn’t hit. Both men landed punches and kicks hard enough to draw blood instantly. Witchers fighting was scary to watch especially when you were in love with one of them. She felt the tears spilling down her face as Ciri ran to her and helped her to her feet.

The other witchers finally got the two separated after several attempts. Coen noticed that Eskel’s eyes were black indicating he’d taken an elixer before coming outside. He’d planned this attack. Distracted by his thoughts Eskel was able to shake free and storm Geralt again whose arms were still being restrained. No one had time to react as Eskel kicked Geralt as hard as he could between the legs with his elixir enhanced strength. Everyone let Geralt go and tackled Eskel to the ground. Geralt fell forward, curled over unable to catch his breath, and finally threw up in the snow.

Naurel and Ciri ran to him trying to help him however they could. Naurel grabbed a handful of clean snow and wiped his face and neck until he was able to catch his breath. She had to balance herself when he leaned all his weight on her pressing her face against her neck. “Shhh, love try to breathe,” she encouraged rubbing his back.

At this point, Vesemir had come out and ordered them to take Eskel to the dining hall before kneeling beside Geralt. “Wolf,” he placed his hand on his back feeling how hard he was still trembling. “We need to get you inside so I can tend to you. It’s going to hurt when we stand you up but it has to be done.

Geralt nodded because he couldn’t speak and felt strong arms around him lifting him up. He was sure his balls had ruptured, it felt like they had been hit was an anvil. Unable to hide the grimace as he was moved he griped Vesemir and Coen’s shoulders in a bruising grip. He was grateful that they went no farther than the dining hall because he didn’t think he could have stood much more even letting out a whimper when he was lowered down on some furs that had been placed near the fire.

Jaskier moved Ciri out of the line of sight to give Geralt some privacy as they laid his head in Naurel’s lap and stripped him. He had to be restrained while he was examined for damage but thankful after a few potions and elixirs he was no longer fighting them. Naurel dipped a cloth in a bowl of water and wiped his sweaty brow and face unable to do anything else to help while Vesemir and Coen worked. Once Geralt was treated and covered with a blanket Vesemir said something to him that was too soft for Naurel to hear before standing. Geralt turned with a pained grunt and wrapped his arms around Naurel’s waist hugging her as he rested his head on her.

Vesemir was livid when he stormed across the room to Eskel. The yelling echoed through the room like screams off a mountainside but Naurel didn’t think Eskel looked repentant at all. She smiled as Ciri came and curled against her side close to Geralt and ran her fingers through his hair offering comfort the only way she knew how as well. The yelling went on for over an hour before Eskel was sent to his room for the night because Vesemir was too angry not to hurt him during punishment at the moment. Eventually, everyone scattered about talking softly or going to their rooms. Thankfully Geralt had calmed enough to meditate and help his healing.

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Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 19

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,206

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death, talk of trafficking, forced prostitution and assault.

Chapter 19

~~~I was in the hospital for the last 6 days. I had hoped I'd have loads of time to write but in reality I spent that time being a human pin cushion, being sick from meds or having tests. Thanks for being patient with me!~~~

Sy paced impatiently back and forth in the small observation room as he watched Mike through the two way mirror. He'd argued Mike's plea to Walt and the attorneys and they finally relented, though of course there was a cost. Mike wouldn't be allowed to testify at trial after this but they all understood why he needed to do this. He also wanted to do this without Sy or Walt in the room so the compromise was using an interrogation room so they could be close by and see them at all times. He just hoped Mike got the answers he was looking for.

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Mike looked up when the door opened. A deputy led Mitch Holmes into the room and cuffed him to the metal ring in the center of the table then left again. Another man, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase entered. “As agreed on, there will be no recordings, nothing said will be admissible under any circumstances, for anything.  I want it to be known that my client is doing this as an act of kindness and can stop at any time he chooses.” He looked at Mike then at the two way mirror where he knew Walt and Sy were before closing the door and leaving father and son alone while he joined the others behind the glass. 

“Are you OK? I was worried when I heard what happened to you.” Mitch was laying it on thick acting like father of the year. “I can't believe the court let you get involved with that damn man and woman who got you hurt!” He had no idea how much Mike had been told about his involvement in what happened but since he wanted to visit him he doubted that he knew much. Now was time to try and throw Sy and Deb under the bus. If he could get Mike to hate them then he might have a chance with the court. 

“Y..you were worried about me?”

“Of course I was! I should never have agreed to let them take you.”

“The court agreed, not you,” Mike reminded him.

“I've always told you that the court don't give a shit about us and that nosey assed cop neither!” Mitch complained. 

“So, do you have anything you want to ask me?’ when Mitch looked at him like he'd grown a third head he continued. “You've spent your time talking about and blaming everyone but not a single word about you or even me. Why is that?”

“I was talking about how they let you get kidnapped and hurt, Mike. You.. you're not still mad at me over boxin’ your ears when you drank my whiskey are ya? Cause you deserved that,” Mitch shook his finger at him.

Mike shook his head to clear it wondering if he'd somehow ventured into some alternate dimension of crazy. After a few minutes something dawned on him. Walt and Sy had told Mike that Mitch had been held in isolation since being arrested and the only thing he'd been told about Mike was that he'd been rescued and was alive. Mitch had no idea that Mike knew it was him that sold his son to the gang. Sitting up straight Mike leaned closer to the table. “You're a worthless junkie who couldn't pay off his debts so instead of dealing with it like a man, which you aren't, you SOLD me to them! You sold me for the cost of your own fucking habits KNOWING  what they were going to use me for.” 

“You don't talk to me like that!” Mitch snapped.

“Or what? You gonna hit me some more,  Mitch?” He let the sound of the last two letters in his name draw out. “That will never happen again.” Mike stood up and paced around the small room successfully making Mitch antsy and uncomfortable before coming to a stop facing the mirror in front of where Sy was standing on the other side. “When I started trying to arrange this meeting wanted to talk to you about a lot of stuff because I was going to demand answers. The moment I saw you though I realized you would never tell me the truth about anything. You would try to manipulate me to get what you want but nothing more.” He turned to face Mitch. “That being said, what I do want to say,” he sat down and leaned on the table. “I just wanted to say that I hope your prison stay is everything you deserve it to be and I have some friends now that will help me make sure that your cell mates know that you're available to work off your own debts now. Granted I'm sure you won't bring the same price I would have but they will just have to whore you out twice as much.”

“You little fuck!” Mitch growled and tried to lunge for him. Mike was much too fast and moved out of reach.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Geralt watched intently as the doctor force bent Debbie's knee, ready to jump in if he felt he needed to but the woman was tough. There were tears in her eyes and she had his hand squeezed so tight he could hear the bones creak but she did exactly what she had to do.

“I'm impressed with how well you're doing. Incision is healing nicely and I'm going to start your physical therapy this week. Once they get your leg strength built back up…”

“You're going to do another surgery and then I start all over?” She interjected. 

“Not all over but re-healing, yes. Remember it is going to be a long road but we will get there!” 

“I'll get there…” She mocked as the door shut behind him, throwing a roll of tape in frustration. 

Geralt arched his brow at her and tisked but had to bite his lip when she blushed at his mild scolding. The nurse came in and fit a new brace on her leg. It was shorter and had locks so that she could start to bend the knee slowly and not cause damage. Finally, after setting up physio, the next doctor appointment and getting blood work done they made it out to the truck to head home. “Hungry little one?”

“Starving,” She nodded. 

“Pizza, burgers, Mexican, Chinese?” He listed off nearby options. 

“Chinese,” her stomach growled loudly.

When they were seated and placed their orders Deb sipped on a soda then twirled the straw in the bubbly liquid. “You and Sy are really close. He always talked about you but now that we've met on person I can tell the feelings are mutual.” Geralt took a drink of his water waiting to see where this was going. “None of you have girlfriends. Why?”

“A few of us have had in the past. Napoleon often has a female companion but not for long periods. Will has a girl back where he calls home.” 

“You don't agree with attachments though? You think they are an exploitable weakness.” She looked  down at her plate. 

He pondered carefully before answering.  “I think anything that we love or care about has the potential to be used against us. If the person is evil enough or ruthless enough they will exploit anything.”

“I don't want to be a weakness,” She sighed softly.  “I already have been though, for all of you. He called you to help him but if not for me he wouldn't have needed to.” 

“Don't do anything stupid,” he leveled his eyes at her.

“I'm not, i.. I just don't want to be a reason he gets hurt. I want to be an asset not a burden.” She munched a spring roll. 

~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

Sy stretched his back as he walked through the barn with Mike. It had been a crazy day that started with them and their attorney arguing with Mitch's attorney on whether or not Mike could even see him. Once they met most of Mitch's demands, around four in the afternoon, then it was finally 

tiime for the meeting. “Did you get what you wanted out of the meeting?” He asked Mike.

Mike scratched Rose's snout and neck. “I wanted him to explain why he would do all this to me? Why does he hate me so much that he would sell me to someone who was going to pimp me out? Why?” His voice rose as he turned to face Sy. “What about me is so fucking broken that….” He choked up and spun to the left punching a wall in frustration. 

Sy went to him and pulled him into a hug but quickly let go when Mike fought against it. “Kid you're not the one who's broken, he is. Your old man has an addiction but it's more than that. Mitch is,” he struggled to find the right words. “He's a monster. He is the one who disappointed you, who let you down.”

“No one else ever saw that.” Mike demanded.

“Because it's true,” Sy stood firm. 

“And what about Debbie and everything that happened to her because of me?” He yelled. “She nearly died because you both tried to help me!”

“What? Mike, no, that wasn't your fault. You and Deb both got caught up in something that you had no control over. You didn't do this to her anymore than she did it to you.”

“They took us because Mitch sold me!”

“Walter pulled Deb and I in on the gang case. We got involved knowing the risks, kid. You two happened to be together so they took you both. Your old man set it up, sure but they took her hoping to get information about our investigation.”

“He's right,” Deb said as she limped over to them on her crutches. When they pulled up they saw Sy's truck by the barn and stopped. “Truth be told, we all try to protect each other from bad stuff and sometimes end up making it worse. Sy was working with Walt and shut me out of the investigation trying to protect me. On my end all I saw was him secretly texting and calling some random woman, sneaking off to meet her in secret. Instead of talking to him about it I threw myself into my work which got me involved with the corrupt detective. I convinced myself that what Lindy said about me not being enough for Sy was true and was trying to distance myself so it wouldn't be such a shock when he left me.” It was the first time she'd said some of that out loud. Sy was looking at her like she was from Mars and Mike looked like he wanted it to be true. “I don't even pretend that I have all the answers any more because the truth is that I'm more worried now than ever but the few things I do know, I'm sure of. Love gets you hurt whether it's unintentionally or not. Loving someone makes you a point of weakness for them and leaves them open to getting hurt. What is the alternative? We've all found each other and formed bonds which I think we are weaker without. If we run away from each other then we're vulnerable and will do anything to find each other.” She scrubbed her hands over her face in frustration.  “I can't make you believe the truth any more than I can force you to stay here if you're determined to leave. None of this was your fault and I hope you believe that, Mike.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, “and we want you here.”

Everything broke through Mike's walls at once and they crumbled. He wrapped his arms around Deb and buried his face against her shoulder and neck as the dam broke and he sobbed. He sobbed for his past, his childhood, his asshole father, his mom that left him and all the shit that happened recently. He cried until he had no tears left. He felt Sy's arms around him as well, helping comfort him. When the tears finally stopped and his heart rate came back down he felt completely drained. They must have been standing there for quite awhile because his legs were aching and going numb. 

The three of them headed back to the house. Mike was so drained he went to lay down for a nap before dinner. Debbie headed to the kitchen and grabbed her pain pills tossing a couple in her mouth then going to the fridge to get some water to rinse them down before bending down to try and grab an ice pack from the freezer. Sy's big hand reached in front of her and got the pack.

“What did the doctor say?”

She told him everything as they went to set on the sofa. It didn't take long between the exhaustion and the meds that she fell into a fitful sleep.

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 17

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Oral (F receiving), fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, innuendos, language, romantic love making.

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A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 16

After spending the day on the beach and in the ocean, I was getting mentally prepared for the big proposal tonight. I had no idea what I’m going to say to Emma, as verbal confessions of love were a bit of a struggle for me. I know without a doubt how I feel about her, but I just suck at putting all of the words together. I tend to show her how I feel, rather than say it which hasn’t steered me wrong yet but I wanted to make this perfect for her.

I told Emma that I had booked us a dinner tonight at sunset so to get all gussied up and be ready for a fancy meal. Emma showered first saying she wanted to do all sorts of shaving and exfoliating and needed some room. I trimmed up my beard before she was wrapped in the hotel’s bathrobe as she began drying her hair. I went to shower next and spent most of my shower trying to come up with the right combinations of words in my head but being distracted as Emma bent over and flipped her hair from side to side as she dried it. My cock twitched every time she did it because I could only think about how she does something similar when I’m taking her from behind. I willed my dick to calm down, hoping that we’d have an engagement to celebrate later tonight that I needed him to wait for. I tried my best to refocus on my upcoming declaration of love and said a prayer everything would go smoothly. We still had an hour until dinner so I laid down on the bed in my underwear and decided to check in with my grandparents and let them know that we had arrived safely and make sure Mills and Aika were behaving. Nana was so excited about having the dogs spend the week with them, that I swear she might try and keep them. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Nana. How’s it going?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you called! I was wondering if y’all made it safely. How is it there?”

“It’s really nice. Very fancy and we’re having a great time so far. How are y’all doing?”

“We are just fine. These dogs are just a delight, Son. I don’t want to give them back.”

“Maybe I’ll let them come over more often if you don’t spoil them rotten.”

“Well, that’s my job until you give me some human babies to spoil. Maybe you should start working on that. Have you proposed yet?”

“Not yet. I’ve got a dinner booked tonight but I don’t want to say much else. Em’s in the bathroom getting ready.”

“Okay, but you better let me know what she says. Are you nervous?”

“Nah.” I said, but I don’t know why I even bother putting up a front with her. She can read my voice like a book from across the world.

“Don’t be nervous. Just say how you feel, from your heart. You knew right away that she was different and you need to tell her how much you care for her.”

“I’m going try. You know I’ve never been the best with words.”

“You’re better than you think you are, honey.” 

“Thanks. I’m gonna let you go, but I just wanted to check in. Don’t feed my dogs too many treats.”

“Too late! They love Nana’s house the best!” She chuckles.

“Love you.”

“Love you too! Good luck even though you don’t need it.” 

I hang up with Nana and listen to Emma softly singing some pop song while getting ready and decide I better get myself dressed as well. I put on my “church clothes” as my mama always called it and discreetly pocket the ring in my pants pocket. I’ve organized for a photographer to hang back out of sight and photograph the proposal which was the only stipulation that Emma’s mom had when I asked for her hand. I wanted to make the trip to Alabama to ask in person but there was no way I could do that without Emma finding out or getting suspicious. I think back to that nervous phone call.

*Flashback*

I had arranged to speak with Emma’s parents via facetime while she was at work one day and I was nervous as hell to make the call. 

“Hi Austin!” Diana and James greeted when they accepted the call.

“Hey there. How are y’all doing today?”

“Good, probably not nearly as nervous as you.” James said and Diana smacked his arm with a shake of her head and I couldn’t help but chuckle because they were right.

“You wanted to talk to us about Emma?” Diana prompts.

“Well, I know we haven’t been together terribly long, but we are so good together and I have never been so sure about someone before. I have fallen deeply in love with her and I would love nothing more to ask her to marry me, with your blessing of course.” I ramble out probably too quickly. 

Diana and James look at each other with a smile before responding.

“We had a feeling this is what you wanted to ask us because we saw the way you both looked at each other and gravitated around each other when we came to visit. Emma has really opened up since we met you and I have never seen her so, herself. It’s like she finally stopped worrying about every step she took and allowed herself to just be happy.” Diana said and I couldn’t help but smile.

“The answer to your question is yes, you have our blessing as long as you promise to love her and take care of her and treat her with the utmost respect. She may be grown and not need us, but she’s always been my little princess.” James said with an almost sad smile.

“I swear to you both, that Emma is the love of my life and I will do anything and everything to provide for her and give her everything she could ever want.” 

“I’ve seen how you both are together that weekend we came to stay and knew it was the real deal. I’ve never seen her so happy or so in love before and we would be proud to have you as a son-in-law. You’re a good man.”

“Thank you, sir. You don’t realize how much that means to me. Becoming a part of your family would be a blessing. I’m just hoping she’ll say yes. Do y’all want to see the ring?”

“Of course, sweetheart!” Diana responded while clapping her hands as I carefully opened the box and tilted it towards the camera.

“Oh, it’s beautiful, Austin!” Diana coos and I feel proud that her mom is so sure she will like it.

“I’m relieved you think so. I was a little out of my depth but I just felt like it was something I could see her wearing every day. It’s a 2 carat round diamond, with something called baguette diamonds on each side on a platinum band. I plan to ask her when we go to Jamaica in two weeks. I still haven’t figured out exactly where, but I think she’d like it if I proposed near the beach.”

“It’s perfect. I just know she’ll say yes! Could you do us a favor? Could you have a photographer take pictures for us to see? I know she would cherish them as well.” 

“Yes ma’am.” I make a mental note to call the resort and see if I can hire someone to take pictures. I hadn’t thought of anything like that, so I’m glad her mom mentioned it.

“Well, we’re proud to have you join the family son. I appreciate you asking us and letting us in on it. I know she’ll be blown away.” James says.

“Thank you both so much.” 

I swear, I almost cried after we got off of the phone call. The only man that I ever looked up to was my PawPaw since my dad split and started a new family. I felt lucky to have PawPaw but always wondered why I wasn’t good enough for my dad to stay. Having Emma’s family accept me into their own so willingly, really caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect those old feelings to come back up, especially at my age. I guess you never grow out of wanting a father that actually wants you.

*Present*

I think I’ve got an idea of what I’m going to say to her but when she enters the bedroom all thoughts leave my brain. Emma is stunning in a full length royal blue dress and heels with her long hair in soft curls over her shoulders. The dress is simple with thin straps on her shoulders that cross in the back and a cut up to her knee which gives me a peek of her perfect legs when she walks. I’m literally stunned speechless.

“I’m ready. Don’t you look handsome.” She says with a smile as she makes her way to me.

“God damn, Sugar. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” I tell her honestly and her cheeks blush as she gives me her shy smile. I wrap my arms around her, angling the ring box away from her body and inhale her perfume. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

“I’m tempted to keep you here all to myself but you look so stunning it would be a shame not to show you off.” I whisper in her ear and she giggles.

“Let’s take a picture since we are all dressed up?” She asks and holds her phone out for a selfie. She giggles in the first picture as I kiss her cheek before she makes me smile for a real photo of us together. 

“Perfect.” She says as she reviews the photos on her phone.

“Hungry?” I ask and her tummy responds with a little growl which makes me chuckle.

“Let’s go get that fancy shmancy dinner. If their portions suck, just know I’m going to come back here and order a burger from room service.” I joke as Emma wraps her arm through mine and intertwines our fingers. She seems a bit surprised when I lead her towards the ocean rather than one of the big restaurants on the property until she spots the gazebo covered in twinkle lights at the end of the pier. There’s a man there holding a bottle of red wine near a table covered in flowers and candles atop a white tablecloth and I hear Emma whisper “holy shit” to herself as I lead her towards our dinner location. The water gently crashes against the shore around us and the sunset has cast an array of different colors into the sky, mostly orange and pink which even I can admit is gorgeous. I take a peek at my watch and see that we have about 40 minutes until the sun is officially set. Damn, I did better than I thought with setting this up. I can only hope the photographer I hired has set up somewhere and will be able to get pictures. 

“Oh my god, Austin.” Emma says with large eyes filled with surprise at our dinner location.

“Wanted to spoil my girl.” Is the only excuse I offer, hoping it will be enough for now.

“This is beyond stunning! Thank you, baby.” She says as she looks around and begins eating her meal. I had to order for us in advance since we aren’t in an actual restaurant, and I chose filet mignon, seasoned vegetables, small potatoes and bread. I planned to propose after she ate so we talked about how amazing the vacation has been so far, and if there were any excursions she would like to go on. She decided she would like to stay around the resort and get a couple’s massage tomorrow. I’ve never had a professional massage, but am not opposed to the idea especially if Emma is with me.

Before I knew it, the waiter had left to retrieve our dessert and we were both finished eating the main meal. It was time for me to propose. I was nervous as hell but after a large gulp of wine and a deep breath, I began. I reached across the table and took her hand in mine.

“Em, I couldn’t be happier that we took this trip together and even more so that we officially get to go back home together since I somehow sweet-talked you into moving in with me. I know I’m not the best with words, tending to rely more on my actions to show you how I feel but I’m trying to get better about that. You deserve every single day to be told how incredible you are. I want…I wanted to tell you how deeply I love you. I’ve never felt like this before and I truly didn’t think this type of love and connection would exist in my universe. You are an incredible veterinarian and the best mama to Aika and Mills. I know that you will be the most amazing mother to our future kids one day and it makes me so excited about the future. You are the most beautiful, loving, generous, stubborn and funny woman wrapped all into one and I consider myself the luckiest man in the world to have you as mine. That being said, I would love to have you become mine in every way. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Sugar?” While I was speaking, I moved around the table and got down on my good knee while holding her left hand. I pull the ring box from my pocket and open it up to reveal the ring that I got her.

“Holy crap! Really?” Emma says with wide but tear filled eyes and jumps from her seat.

“Really, Darlin’” I answer with a nervous chuckle.

“Austin, oh my god! YES!” She squeals with a little excited jump as tears pour down her cheeks. I pull the ring from the box but before I can even slide it on her finger, Emma is suddenly on her knees nearly choking me in a tight hug before her lips find mine. She kisses me passionately and I feel the wetness from her tears against my cheek as she kisses me deeply. 

“I love you so much and I can’t wait to marry you.” She says against my lips.

“I love you too, Sugar. Can’t wait for you to be my wife.” I say and I pull back and slide the ring on her finger before wiping her eyes.

Emma holds out her hand to admire the ring. “We can get something else if that isn’t what you had in mind.” I tell her, hoping she’ll be honest with me.

“Oh, Austin, this is more beautiful than I could have imagined! I love it baby.” She says with another kiss before I help her up off of the pier. I smile when the photographer that I hired, Joseph, walks down the pier and introduces himself before congratulating us and asking to take a few more photos before the sun sets. We take several photos before sitting down to eat the dessert brought by our waiter that’s covered in chocolate and drink the champagne that he brought along with it.

All I can think about is the fact that she said yes and was going to become my wife. Emma is smiling from ear to ear and she’s absolutely radiant as she looks down at the ring weighing on her finger.

“How did you know my size?” She asks.

“I took the ring your grandma gave you while you were at work. I know you don’t wear it there since it’s hard to put on with gloves, so I had them measure it at the jeweler.” 

“Brilliant. Thank you for having someone take photos. I can’t wait to see them!”

“Ah, that was a request from your mama and I’m glad she made it because I didn’t think anything about it.”

“You talked to my mom?”

“Of course, and your dad. Had to get their permission and show them the ring.” I tell her and she giggles with a beaming smile.

She wanted to facetime her parents so while we were there, she called them and proudly announced that she said yes and we were getting married. They spoke for only a few minutes with endless congratulations and excitement before she wanted to call my Nana and PawPaw and tell them as well. After that call where we had to practically hang up on my Nana who I imagined was flitting around the room with her excitement, we took a stroll along the moonlit beach hand in hand.

“You’re going to be the most beautiful bride, Sugar.”

“I can’t believe we are getting married! This is everything that I ever wanted and more. You are everything I could have wanted, Austin Daniel Syverson.” She says and kisses me.

“Mmm…” I grunt and she licks into my mouth and presses her body against mine. 

“Fuck, Mrs. Emma Syverson sounds so good.” I tell her and she moans as I kiss near her ear.

“Take me to bed, future husband.”

“My pleasure.” I grunt as I reluctantly peel my body from hers so that we can go back to our room. 

Once we arrived, I’m pleased to see that the staff went above and beyond for us. Filling the large tub with bubble and flowers, champagne chilling on ice, and rose petals carefully arranged across the perfectly made bed to spell out, CONGRATS. Candles have been lit and are placed throughout the room giving it such a romantic feel.

I walk up behind Emma who was admiring the romantic setup and pressed my body against her back.

She quickly turned around and kissed me hungrily.

“I love you so much, Darlin’.” I whisper in her ear as she starts unbuttoning my shirt.

“I love you more, baby.” She says as she pushes the dress shirt from my shoulders.

“Not possible.” I turn her around and find the zipper to her dress and push the straps off of her shoulders to reveal that she was wearing a lacy black bra and matching thong set under that dress. I bite my lip and push away my desire to be rough with her. Tonight, I’m going to make this as romantic as I can. Slow and sensual.

I pick her up and place her gently on her back on the rose covered bed before stripping myself down to my navy boxers. 

“Austin, I need you.” She moans as her hands roam up and down her body in an attempt to ease her need.

“I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, Sugar. Want to show you how much I love you. Gonna make love to you, angel.” I tell her before kissing her deeply. I kiss all over her, removing the strapless bra first on my journey down her body, before removing her panties and spreading her legs to fit my wide shoulders. I kiss along her hip bones before finding my place at the apex of her thighs. Gently sliding my finger across her sensitive skin, I spread her wetness before gently guiding one finger, and then another inside of her before licking, sucking and kissing her folds. Focusing on her clit, I glance up to see the reflection of her engagement ring shining in the candlelight as she reaches up to grasp her breast and I instinctively rut against the mattress. Fuck, this is my fiancé. I’m going to marry this woman falling apart underneath me. I groan against her pussy. Emma moans and gasps soft, ‘oh fuck’ or ‘yes baby, right there!’ as I work to pleasure her. I focus even harder to get her to her climax and before I realize it, Emma is squirting her release across my fingers and chin. I lick and slurp her arousal before gently removing my fingers and caressing her thighs. Emma is positively wrecked above me as she tries to come down from reaching her peak. I use this opportunity to dry my fingers on my boxers which are wet with precum before I slide them off and lean back over Emma to kiss her. 

“You’re so beautiful.” I tell her and she gives me her shy smile.

“Never seen anything more gorgeous than you coming apart for me, Sugar.” I continue before she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Make love to me, Sy.” She tells me as she reaches down between us and guides my cock into her tight wet channel. I groan as I fill her up inch by inch with me. God, she feels so good. Will this ever stop being so amazing? I really don’t think it will.

“Baby, you feel so good.” Emma says as I start to thrust into her. She starts kissing on my neck and moaning in my ear and I swear I’m biting my lip to keep from coming before her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I intertwine our hands above her head and rut into her.

I continue to thrust into her as we share heated kisses, our tongues dancing against each other and gentle nips at each other’s lips. I gently tug on her nipples and grope her breasts as we find our highs together and I release my seed into her warmth.

I roll over beside her as we are coming down from our orgasms. Every muscle in my body is now fully relaxed since she said yes to my proposal. I was more nervous than I even admitted to myself and now, my body felt almost jello-like as I felt the relief surge through me. I reached down and brought Emma’s hand to my lips as I kissed her engagement ring and she rolled over on top of me.

“Thank you for making all of my dreams come true.” She whispers.

“Thank you for doing the same, Sugar.” I smile at her and kiss her forehead. A few moments later, I can feel us getting sleepy so I pick her up bridal style and place her in the bathtub that was set up for us before following her in. We relax against each other as she sleepily but excitedly recounts her thoughts of the dinner and my proposal and I smile the entire time she talks. Emma is so happy and I feel a surge of pride as though I had successfully made this as romantic as I possibly could have for her.

Emma is asleep against my chest roughly forty-five minutes later and I gently rouse her so that I can dry her off and get her ready for bed. She wants her makeup off so I help her wipe her face with her makeup wipes before we brush our teeth and climb into the pristine bed still covered in rose petals now in disarray.

Emma is wrapped around me like usual with her head against my chest as I gently stroke through the soft curls of her hair.

Thinking she’s already asleep, I admire the ring on her little hand and smile knowing that she’s agreed to forever with me.

“Goodnight, fiancé. I love you.” She whispers and I smile before kissing the top of her head.

“Goodnight, my bride. I love you too.” 

Part 18

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A/N:

This is how I felt while writing the proposal! Sorry y'all will have to wait a little bit on the balcony smut, but I wanted to keep this one romantic 🥰❤️ Hope y'all liked it!

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Omg I love them together!! And lanie getting defensive over daddy already!

The Love You Want: Part Six

Attn: So here’s a new chapter! It’ll probably be the only thing I post this week. I’ve got things to do tomorrow, and overall I’ve just been feeling a bit uninspired lately soooo maybe next week will go more smoothly. I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 3,323

Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander

Summary: Sy takes Cordelia on a date.

Warnings: 18+, oral sex (female receiving), sex (p in v), smidge of angst/emotional-ness

Previous Part:

Part Five

Cordelia woke the Sunday morning after the wedding with a warm feeling washing over her. She got up to go to the bathroom and all she could think about was Eric holding her close, his lips on hers, the feeling of her heart beating faster when he told her he loved her. “Mama!,” Lainey called. “I’m in here,” she replied. Delia had just finished up brushing her teeth when Lainey found her. “I was wonderin’ if I could call my daddy?,” Lainey asked. “Sure. Phone’s still on the bedside table,” Delai replied.

She left the bathroom, sat down at the table and drank some water when she heard Lainey running towards the kitchen. “Daddy wants to take us to breakfast. He wants to talk to you,” Lainey told her as she handed her mom the phone. “Hello,” she said softly. “Good mornin’ darlin’. You feel like going to breakfast? Thought we’d go to Jasper’s,” he said. “Sure,” she replied. “Alright then. Take your time baby. I’ll be there in a bit,” he told her. Delia was exceedingly tired after the wedding festivities so she opted for a comfy outfit. Her crocs, some biker shorts, and a T-shirt. She couldn’t be bothered with makeup or contacts either.

When she was brushing through her hair she heard Eric come in the door. He and Lainey had their uproarious greeting before Delia made her way to the living room. “Lainey Beth why ain’t you dressed?,” Delia asked with a laugh. “Sorry Mama I got distracted. I pulled out that new book and was reading. I’ll go get ready now,” she replied before running off. “Just like her mama,” Eric chuckled before taking Delia in his arms. She wraps her arms around his waist before he leans down and kisses her thoroughly. “Been thinkin’ about doin’ that again since last night,” he murmured. Delia shyly tucks herself into his chest and he kisses the top of her head.

The two of them stand there in an embrace, Eric gently rubbing her back before she leans back and looks up at him. Her brain is screaming at her that she’s taking things too fast with him, but her heart is saying this is fine, this is good. At the moment her heart is winning. “How are you this morning Dilly?,” he asks as he cups her face in his hand. “Tired, but good. You?,” she replies. “I’m perfect,” he says before leaning down and kissing here once more. “You’re blushin’,” he chuckles. “Don’t tease me Eric,” she says softly. “I ain’t baby. It’s cute,” he tells her as he runs the back of his fingers over her cheek. “I’m ready!,” Lainey shouts as she comes into the room.

Jasper’s really isn’t busy when they get there so they snag a round corner booth like Lainey wanted so her dad could be in the middle. He wraps an arm around each of them and has the biggest smile on his face. “My girls,” he hums as he gives them a squeeze. “Eric,” Lizzy says in that stupid voice of hers. “Liz,” he replies. “Who’s this little cutie?,” she asks referring to Lainey. “I’m his daughter, and that’s my mom,” Lainey replies in an annoyed tone. Lizzy’s eyes roam over the three of you. “Oh.. that’s nice,” she says before getting to your order.

“What’s wrong baby girl?,” Sy asks Lainey. “I didn’t like how she was lookin’ at you and ignorin’ my mama,” she huffed. “Don’t worry little darlin’ I’m not interested in her,” he tells Lainey. “Because you love my mama,” Lainey says. “That’s right,” he tells her. After the three of them finish, they head back to Delia’s. “Mind if I stick around? We can all ride to Sunday dinner together later,” Eric says when they pull up. “Not at all,” Delia replies. “Mama can we play in the sprinkler and do the water balloons?,” Lainey asks as they go inside. “Y’all got water balloons?,” Sy asks excitedly. “Yeah!,” Lainey replied with just as much enthusiasm. “You’re gonna get all wet,” Delia says to Sy. “Little water never hurt nobody,” he shrugged.

Eric insisted on going and setting everything up while Delia and Lainey got their baiting suits. Delia nearly cursed herself for owning nothing but bikinis. “Nothing he hasn’t seen before,” she mumbled to herself before grabbing a teal suit and putting it on. When she goes out back Lainey and Eric are already running around the yard with water balloons. He’s taken his shirt off, and she can’t help but stare. She sees her assumption that he’s gotten bigger was correct, and hairier. So much fuzzy hair on his chest and stomach. “Come on Mama!,” Lainey yells, snapping her out of her trance, and putting Eric into one of his own.

He’s trying hard not to stare but damn does she look good. His breathing hitches as she comes forward and he has to focus on not getting a raging hard on at such an inappropriate time. “Me and Mama against Daddy!,” she then squeals while handing Delia some water balloons. They’re all laughing and having a great time for about an hour or two before Lainey concedes she’s tired. “Alright baby. We’ll clean this up you go on and get a shower,” Delia tells her.

After Delia shuts off the water hose, she’s surprised to find Eric right behind her when she turns around. “Eric,” she squeaks as he presses her up against the house. “You look so damn good,” he rasps before pressing his body against hers. She could feel he was hard and bit back a moan. He began kissing her lips, devouring her while pulling her closer. “Eric,” she says again as she takes his face in her hands. “What’s wrong baby? I saw you starin’ too,” he says before kissing across her cheek and down the side of her throat. He then slowly ran his hand to her backside and gave it a squeeze before moving it up to her waist. “I love you,” he murmurs against her lips before kissing her again. She smiles softly and her entire body is humming with arousal. “Let’s get this put up before Lainey busts us, yeah?,” he then asks. “Okay,” she breathes, making him smile sheepishly.

Sunday dinner came and before it was over Lainey was going to stay the following Thursday through Sunday with her grandparents. The way she just fell right into her new family really warmed Delia’s heart. It was now Tuesday and Eric and Delia were having lunch and he sat there seeming nervous. “Eric is somethin’ wrong?,” Delia asked while gently touching his hand. “I’m tryin’ to build the nerve up to ask you out on a date,” he chuckled. “A date?,” she asked. “Yeah baby. Thursday evenin’ the rodeo’s gonna be a town over and I thought maybe I could take you to eat at that steakhouse over there beforehand if you wanna,” he replied as he laced his fingers into hers. “Yeah, I’d like that,” Delia replied, making him smile. “Alright. I’ll pick you up around four then? We can go eat then the rodeo starts at six thirty,” he says. “Sounds great,” she replied.

Thursday Delia managed to get off at lunch, and went home and anxiously got ready for her date with Eric. After agonizing on an outfit, styling her hair, and doing her makeup there’s a knock at the door. When she opens the door he’s standing there, roses in hand. He wordlessly hands them to her before following her in. The jeans she has on damn near look painted on, and the way her ass just looks like a perfect round little bubble is making him swell in his pants. She’s also got a black tank top on and some boots. When she places the roses on the counter he’s still staring. His outfit isn’t much different than hers. Boots, jeans, and a black button down short sleeve. “You look nice,” she tells him. “Baby,” he rasps before moving to put his arms around her.

“You look…. fuckin’ gorgeous and those jeans,” he says. “Yeah, you like them?,” she giggles as she moves closer, feeling his erection. “Dilly,” he breathes, before she surprises him with a kiss. “Mmm,” he hums as he grabs two handfuls of her ass. When she pulls away he’s still pawing at her. This is reckless, and Delia knows it. She should be more careful with him, but damn it if he’s not winning her over more and more each day. “You ready baby?,” he asks. “Yeah,” she replies.

On the way there, they talk about their day. “Breaks were wore slap off the car. When’s the last time you had your car maintenanced?,” he then asked. “I dunno. Whenever I last needed an oil change,” Delia replied. “I’ll look over it soon. Make sure everything’s in proper working order,” he told her. When they pulled up luckily it was still early enough the place wasn’t completely full. When they got inside Delia sat down before Eric slid in beside her before pulling her close and kissing her cheek. “I’m so glad you agreed to come on a date with me Dilly,” he says against her skin. “I’m glad to be here,” she replies before turning her head and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

After their meal they head to the arena for the rodeo. The events carry on and the last is the bull riders. “This still your favorite part?,” Eric asks. “Maybe. Been a long time since I’ve been to one of these. We should bring Lainey sometime,” Delia replies. “Next time they’re in town we’ll all go,” he tells her. The riders all come out and do their thing and it surprisingly goes smoothly until the last guy gets thrown off, and barely makes it away unscathed. “I dunno if that’s my favorite anymore or not. That was too intense,” Delia said as they crossed the parking lot to leave, Eric’s big hand engulfing hers. “Yeah honestly those guys are crazy,” he chuckled. “So you wouldn’t ride a bull?,” she asks him. “Years ago? Maybe. Now? Hell no,” he tells her. “Why not?,” she questioned. “Got too much to live for now baby,” he says as he helps her into his truck. He gives her a quick kiss before rounding the truck and driving Delia home.

“I had a good time tonight,” she said as they stood at her front door. “Me too baby,” he replied before pulling her into him. Then he kissed her. It started soft, languid, but steadily built to something more heated. He had one hand tangled into the back of her hair while the other gripped her ass. Delia let out a whimper when Eric rutted his hips into hers. She could feel his tongue swipe across her bottom lip and she eagerly opened her mouth and let him press his tongue into hers. Her entire body felt aflame as her fists curled into the front of his shirt. She nearly pouted when he pulled back enough to speak.

“Are you gonna invite me in darlin’ or are you gonna let me make love to you out here on the porch?,” he said huskily. She would’ve been offended at his audacity if his words not turned her on so badly. “Come on,” she murmured against his lips. She managed to unlock the door and kick off her boots before her feet left the floor, Eric picking her up and pressing her against the wall. He kissed her fervently before kissing across her face and down to the spot on her neck her still remembered. She gasped and involuntarily rolled her hips against his, making him moan into her skin. “You sure about this baby?,” he asked as he pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I’m sure. I want you,” she told him before kissing him again. “‘Mmm. Protection?,” he mumbled between kisses. “I have an IUD now. As long as you’re clean, it’s up to you,” she tells him as he carries her towards the bedroom.

While doing so it’s Delia’s turn to kiss his neck. She suckles on a spot of skin just behind his ear, making him groan. “Fuck baby,” he breathes before sitting her on her feet. He takes his time undressing her before laying her back on the bed and looking his fill. “You’re perfect,” he says softly. “Come here,” she says as she sits up on her knees. She kisses him while working on undressing him. Once he’s bare before her she’s trying to pull him up on the bed with her. “I said come here,” she huffs impatiently, although he is coming to her. He chuckles lightly. “What is it Dilly?,” he asks as he lays beside her. “I just wanna feel your skin on mine,” she tells him, washing away any of his previous amusement.

His lips find her again as he easily scoots her up on the bed until her head rests against the pillows. He settles himself between her legs and lets her pull him flush to her for a moment before he rises up and begins to let his hands roam over her body. His hands are rougher than she remembered and she’s loving the feeling in contrast to her smooth skin. He can feel the goosebumps that have risen on her skin, and how hard her nipples are just from his touch. “Been dreamin’ of this for years now sweetheart,” he utters before kissing her again.

He lets his mouth wander. Down her throat, over her collar bones, then to her chest. He cups her pert breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth and notices how she inhales sharply. He lets his tongue swipe over the sensitive bud again and again before giving the other the same treatment. She’s arching into him as he laves the nipple while his thumb swirls around the other. “Eric,” she whines, and the sound makes his cock throb. He kisses over her stomach and works his way lower to where he wants to be, right at her pretty shaved pussy.

Delia can feel his breath fanning over her clit and with the first contact of his tongue she jolts. “Easy baby. Let me take care of you,” he says soothingly. They’d done this a few times when they were together but back then they were learning, now he definitely knew what he was doing. He knew it’d been a long time for her so he planned on taking his time, making it good for her. His tongue circled her clit continuously for a while before he started flicking his tongue against it. His hands laid splayed over her hips, holding her in place as she tried to squirm against his face. When her small hands clasped over his wrists he looked up and had to stop himself from rutting into the mattress like a horny teenager.

Soft cries and gasps fell from her parted lips as she threw her head back into the pillow, exposing the smooth column of her throat. Her breasts rising and falling rapidly. The sight of her had him so wound up he knew he should look away but he couldn’t. Precum oozed from the tip of his painfully hard cock and he found himself moaning into her pussy. “Eric. I— oh my God,” she keened as she came. She held tightly to him as he worked her through it. Once she eased her grip on him he placed a soft kiss to her clit and worked his way back up her body.

When he kissed her she could taste herself on his tongue but all she could focus on was the feeling of his heavy cock against her pussy. “You ready baby?,” he asked as he lined himself up to her wet, puffy entrance. “Yes, make love to me,” she replied just before he started easing in. The stretch didn’t hurt as much as it had the very first time, but still it was intense for the both of them. “Cordelia,” fell from Eric’s lips like a plea once he was fully seated. “I’m right here,” she said softly as she caressed his face. “Right where you belong,” he replied before kissing her softly.

“Eric please,” she said. “I’ll give you anything you want baby,” he said as his hips began to move gently. “Oooh,” she moaned as she clung to his shoulders. “Look at me darlin’,” he whispered. She opened her eyes to find his baby blues staring back into her green eyes, and from that moment it was as if they were both entranced, unable to take their eyes off one another. Sensual kisses, soft moans, and the sound of their connection filled the room as Eric made tender love to her. It didn’t take long before he could feel her gripping him tighter. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as the feeling built. “I’ve got you,” he murmured as he cupped the back of her head, and with that she met her peak.

He watched her as she fell apart for him. He tried to hold himself back, let it last just a little longer, but the sight of her had him meeting his end as well. She could feel him throbbing inside her, and it only served to prolong her orgasm. He let himself bend down onto his forearms and cup her face before kissing all over it. He kissed her lovingly before letting his gaze roam over her. “You alright Dilly?,” he asked, feeling emotional himself. “Yeah. That was—,” she said trying to search for the words. “It sure was baby,” he agreed. She smiled softly before pulling him down for a kiss.

“You wanna get a shower?,” he then asked. “Would you wanna stay with me?,” she asked right after. “Nowhere else in this world I’d rather be,” he smiled before wrapping his arms around her and carrying her to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up a bit before joining him in the shower. He washed her gently from head to toe, kissing every bit of skin he could as the soap washed away before she returned the favor. When they finished up Delia threw on a fresh pair of panties and another tank top before letting Eric pull her into the bed with him.

She laid there quietly running her fingers through his chest hair. “Please don’t tell me you’re having regrets Dilly,” Eric said, a tinge of desperation in his voice. “I’m not,” she replied. “What is it baby?,” he said as he gently titled her head to meet her eye. “Just thinkin’ about how I never stopped either,” she said barely above a whisper. “Never stopped what?,” he asked. “Lovin’ you,” she replied as a tear fell down her face. “Don’t cry darlin’. I’d do anything to keep a single tear from even comin’ to your eyes,” he told her as he wiped it away. “I know. I— I’ve just spent so much time being hurt, being sad, or just outright blocking out my feelings. I forgot what it felt like to just feel, and it’s a lot,” she sobbed.

“I know it is baby. I know I caused the hurt but I swear to you I’m here. I’m all in, and I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You’ve always been in my heart Dilly, and now that I’ve got you back there’s not a thing on this earth that could take me away from you again,” he professed. “Okay,” she replied. “You believe me?,” he asked. “I do,” she nodded. “I love you, with all my heart,” he breathes. “I love you too, Eric,” she replies. He kisses her for the hundredth time that night before holding her tight until he hears her breathing even out as she falls asleep in his arms.

[starfirewildheart]

Lord forgive me for I have zoomed

Henry Cavill

[starfirewildheart]

Kinktober day 4: Spanking

This one's mine

Summary: Sy shows you who you belong to. (pretty simple lol)

Content Warning: Smut, fingering, mean Sy, slight degrading, tiny bit of angst, grumpy man with fluff-filled heart.

A/N: I had way too much fun with this teehee. Also, thank you to the very lovely @fictional-hooman for beta reading <3

Word Count: 1100+

"Sy, I said I was sorry!"

You closed the front door behind you and watched Sy pace around the living room.

The both of you had just gotten back from Sy's reunion with the boys from his last tour. It was all fun and games until one of the guys grabbed your ass and you didn't *immediately* pull away.

In all fairness, you'd had one too many glasses of wine and you didn't realize it wasn't Sy's hand until he punched the guy square in the jaw.

"Baby, I promise I thought it was you! I was a bit tipsy and I'm tired and-"

"And you can't recognize your own man's touch from someone else's?!" Sy shot back. You could tell how hurt he was. He took pride in how affected you always were by just one simple touch of him, and now that just seemed like a big fat lie.

"That's not true! I just-"

"Just what? Enjoyed his filthy paw groping your ass?"

"Sy, stop! That's not true and you know it" you were getting sick of his sulking, you loved him with all your heart and he damn well knew it!

"Whatever, woman. I'm going to bed," he said with a tired voice, running his palm down his face.

He looked kinda defeated, like a kid who just found out he wasn't actually the teacher's favorite. You groaned in annoyance as you followed him upstairs. As much as he got on your nerves with his jealousy, he was your man, and you hated it when he felt insecure.

And that's what it was. Insecurity.

You knew him, inside and out, and other people might see him as the big, strong leader who feared nothing, dripping with confidence, but you saw right through that. He often said he didn't deserve you. He saw a psychiatrist for his PTSD and he was in physiotherapy for his leg. He saw himself as half a man and you knew he often told himself you'd eventually leave him.

When you entered the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his feet.

"Baby?" you softly spoke, yet he didn't look up.

You walked over to him and stood between his legs, gently grabbing his face and making him meet your gaze.

"I'm yours. Forever and always, utterly and completely. Okay?"

He blinked up at you and you pressed a sweet kiss against his lips. His hands immediately flew to your waist and pulled you closer.

"Mine." He growled, tracing kisses down your neck.

"Yours," you promised, letting him pull off your dress and press kissing down the valley of your breasts.

Sy pulled you on his lap and suckled on your nipples while you threw your head back in absolute ecstasy. It was never a lie, his touch was unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

You started grinding on his growing bulge, getting all sorts of riled up and incredibly impatient.

"Fuck me, Sy...please!"

"Ah ah, not so fast, baby."

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Sy flipped you over and pulled your hips back, manhandling you in doggy.

"I think I should remind you who this belongs to."

And with that, his palm flew past your buttcheek, grazing it with a loud smack, leaving a stinging feeling in its wake.

"AH!" you moaned out, both from shock and pleasure.

"Who makes you scream like this, huh sugar?" He asked, delivering another firm smack to your ass.

"You!"

"That's right, hun."

You tried pushing back against his bulge, trying to get some friction against your needy, swollen lips.

Sy pulled you against him, letting you grind against his jeans. He leaned forward and left a few messy kisses on your bare shoulder before pulling back again.

He could see the wet spot forming on the crotch of your panties and it made him growl.

"Fuck, sugar, so wet for me, huh?"

"UHuuhhMmmAHH!" your reply morphed into a scream as another stinging slap fell on your already inflamed ass.

Sy's other hand ran over your spine. When he reached your neck he pushed you down, your weak arms immediately giving in so you fell face-first into the pillow. His thumb ran over your covered slit, making you shiver.

"Oh sy..." you hummed as he circled your clit.

"Yeah baby, remember that. It's me who's making you feel this good."

"It's you Sy, always been you, always will." more moans fell from your lips as he sped up

"You wanna cum, baby?"

"Yes, Sy, please! Please make me cum!!!"

"And do you think you deserve it? Huh? After being such a little slut at the bar? Letting other men touch what's mine?" He growled, still not slowing down his pace.

"Please, please, pleaseeee..." You babbled

"Look at you drooling over your pillow like the little cockdrunk whore you are. Who do you belong to, baby?"

"You!! I belong to you, Sy!"

"Don't you forget it!" He growled, delivering another merciless spank to your ass.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck! Gonna cum! M'gonna cum!!!"

"No, you're not!" *smack* "hold it you little brat!"

"PLEASE!"

"Who makes you feel this good???"

*smack*

"YOU!"

"Who do you come home to???"

*smack*

"YOU! SY!!"

"Who do you love?"

*smack*

"YOU! I LOVE YOU, SY!!!"

"Cum! Cum for me!"

You didn't have to be told twice. Your ass felt like it was on fire but you didn't care. Pleasure coursed through your body and you trembled as your vision went white.

Sy bent over you to press kisses on your shoulder like he knew you loved but to his surprise, you pulled away.

"Baby?" he asked gently, concern very evident in his tone.

"Hmm, don't worry it's just my butt, you were rubbing against my butt. Lay next to me." You mumbled

A relieved smile appeared on his face as he carefully moved to lay beside you, and pulled you against him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said.

"I hurt you first." you replied, "Besides, you hurt me consensually!"

That made him chuckle. He pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Sy."

"Good. Now I'm gonna go get some lotion to take care of those red cheeks and afterward I expect you to show me exactly how much you love me, ma'am"

"Aye aye, captain!" You happily agreed, quickly smacking his butt as he walked away to the bathroom.

A couple weeks later the boys decided to meet up again, only this time Sy had made sure there wouldn't be a repeat of last time. Because this time there was a big, shiny diamond on your finger with a clear message; this one's mine.

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I'm such a big fan of your work ❤ mind if i ask for some steamy backseat smut with Walter or Sy with a hint of desperation and "need you now" thank you!

Thank you for sending me this delightful request - I hope I did it justice for you! 👍

Handprints on the Glass

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (nickname: Peaches)

Warnings: Semi-public car sex, dry humping, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, some dirty talk, implied squirting.

A beautiful sunset? Check. A field to frolic in? Check. A handsome man to chase you? Double check. This was shaping up to be a perfect date.

You glanced behind you and giggled, speeding up into the long grass before the handsome man could catch you. However, Sy caught up to you quickly, his military training giving him an unfair advantage. Not that you minded when he looked like that. He lifted you in his arms to spin you around for a moment, his soft chuckle joining yours. The laughter faded as your eyes connected. You slid gently down the front of his body, his arms slowing your descent. Your feet had barely touched the floor when his hands moved to your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. At first he was gentle, his lips soft against yours under the orange sky. But you could feel the simmering tension he held in his shoulders and feeling brave, you nipped at his lower lip. In an instant he was changed, scooping you up into his arms. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and started to pepper kisses along his cheek and his neck, fingers running through his beard.

“You keep that up darlin’ and we won’t make it back to the truck.” He replied hoarsely, setting off at a brisk pace through the field with you in his arms.

Unable to see, you jumped when your back collided with the side of his truck moments later. You felt the cool glass of the window seep through your thin summer dress as Sy shifted you back to standing, simultaneously sliding his knee between your thighs. You whimpered as his jean clad thigh connected with your sensitive bud, your legs now barely able to hold you up. Your cheeks already felt warmer than the summer evening and even the crickets were drowned out by the blood pounding in your ears.

“Sy…” you panted against his ear, his lips busy against the soft skin of your neck.

He pulled away from the indelible stains of passion he was intent on decorating your neck with. Sy’s pupils were blown, the midnight black almost eclipsing the summer blue.

“Fuck, well ain’t that a daisy…” He murmured, his lips parted in a slight grin as he took in your dishevelled state.

You looked down in surprise, giggling as you noticed the top three buttons of your dress were already undone and your bra very much on display.

Sy seized the opportunity to yank open the truck door and back you into the vehicle with urgency, following quickly behind you. But not quick enough for your liking. Frustrated, you pushed Sy back into the seat and straddled his lap, pulling his face to meet yours in a ferocious kiss. He fumbled to shut the door before his hands landed on your rear with a gentle slap. You ground against the coarse material of jeans in response and felt Sy’s hands tighten against you, pushing you harder against his growing erection. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sought out a quick release but Sy was having none of it. He broke the kiss first, his large hands rising to try to undo the remaining tiny buttons on your dress.

“Here, let me.” You replied breathlessly, hips still rocking against Sy’s. He raised his hands in surrender, content to watch for a moment.

You swiftly undid the buttons all the way down the front and dropped the garment somewhere behind you in the darkness. You went to undo your bra but Sy captured your hands in one of his and smirked.

“My turn.”

With one flick of his wrist your bra fell off your shoulders and seconds later joined your dress on the floor. Your breasts weren’t exposed for long though, as Sy covered first one, then the other with his hot mouth. His tongue followed desperate patterns across the skin of your breasts, drawing moans from you in rapid succession. Eager to feel his skin against yours, you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, relishing each inch of the thick downy chest hair revealed to you until finally you could trace the hair all the way down to where it disappeared below his belt. As you ran a finger against the edge of his jeans, you felt him stiffen and once more his arms wrapped around you, demanding you lay back along the seats.

The atmosphere felt like electricity as Sy stared down at you. His hand slid on along your thigh, until he reached your apex. He toyed with the edge of your lacy underwear before pulling the thin garment down your thighs with impatience.

He watched your face with searing heat as his thick digit breached your walls. You tried to keep eye contact but then he started to press against that spot against your front wall that he knew better than the back of his hand. You arched your back in response, no longer seeing the beautiful expanse of sky that brought you all the way out here in the first place, only fogged up windows.

“Fuuuuck, Sy!” You cried when another digit joined the first, the thickness almost too much.

“You look beautiful, my gorgeous perfect Peach.” Sy mumbled in between kisses, once more pressing his lips against your lips and working his way down your body until he was perched between your thighs. It felt like you were in another world, glancing down at the beautiful man bewitched by your ecstasy. Those thoughts were quickly pushed out of your brain at a rapid speed as Sy got to work.

He pushed his fingers in deeply, his tongue now joining the fray. Your hands scrambled for purchase, in the onslaught you barely noticed the handprint you left in the condensation on the window.

“That’s it darlin’, I got you.” Sy spoke urgently, his voice thick with lust. “Come for me, I need to hear it.”

You found his arm, wrapped around your thigh, nails digging into the thick muscle as you came undone swiftly. Sy kept up the pace, his mouth following your thrashing body until eventually your body descended into mild shudders.

Sy knelt up then, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and grinned. He gripped your hips and flipped you over suddenly, lifting you easily as you stumbled over the uneven seats. His deft fingers continued to tease your entrance as you settled into position. You couldn’t help but rock back into his touch, even after the orgasm from moments ago. Getting quickly more impatient to finally feel him, you reached back, grasping his hot length in your fist and tugging him closer.

“Alright, you’d best grab a hold of somethin’ quickly sweetheart ” Sy growled, lightly redirecting one hand to your clit with practised ease. “ Cuz, I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll be able to hear your screams a town over.”

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as Sy suddenly slid home. In moments he was deep in your gut, only holding for a moment to allow you to adjust. Then all sense was lost as he started to thrust. You had no hope of coherent thoughts as Sy’s animal behaviour took over, his thrusts were direct and intense. Each one hit exactly where you needed it, taking only moments to bring you right to the edge of another intense orgasm.

Sy then pulled you almost upright, your hands desperately trying to brace onto the roof of the now rocking truck as he rearranged your guts with military efficiency. His hand slammed into the roof over yours moments later, his angle changing slightly, enough to send white hot pleasure searing through your veins.

“Fuck Sy!” You screamed, feeling wetness cover your thighs as you came hard. Sy’s grip tightened, his thrusts losing rhythm as he felt you grip his cock. His lips found your neck, teeth worrying the sensitive skin while he pushed in impossibly deeper and coated your insides with his seed moments later.

For a beat, there was nothing but heavy panting to be heard until Sy collapsed back onto the seat, pulling you into his lap. You turned in Sy’s arms, pressing a kiss against his lips and promptly burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny Peaches?”

Unable to stop your giggles, you pointed to the passenger door window behind Sy and hid your face in his neck. His deep laugh boomed through the cabin of the truck as he too noticed what had you so tickled.

You could now clearly see the moonlight sky over the field, right through a large buttprint in the condensation on the car window.

“Well that’s gonna take some explainin’ to the fellas on Monday!” Sy exclaimed, tears of laughter running down his face.

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The Love You Want: Part Five

Attn: Like I said… obsessed lol. Hopefully yall are enjoying my obsession nonetheless!

Word Count: 2,364

Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander

Summary: Lainey has her first sleepover with Sy, and Patrice’s vow renewal takes place.

Warnings: none that I can think of this time

Previous Part:

Part Four

After meeting the first Sunday dinner, they were becoming a weekly thing. Lainey was having so much fun learning about her grandparents and playing with Faye. They were currently sat up in Lou and Paul’s living room painting each other’s nails. Delia sat there watching them fondly when Sy joined her on the couch. He causally draped his arm over her shoulders and gave her a light squeeze. She looked over at him and smiled softly.

“Mama,” Lainey says tentatively. “What is it honey?,” she questions. “Could I stay with Daddy this weekend startin’ Thursday night? I know you and Aunt P have to go get your nails done before the wedding on Friday, and I don’t wanna go. I’d rather spend time with him,” Lainey says. “If it’s alright with Eric, I don’t mind,” Delia replies. “Really?,” Lainey smiles. “Of course. I know he’ll take good care of you. Then you two can meet me down at the Magnolia Saturday for the wedding. I have to go early and get my makeup and hair done, and I imagine that’ll be boring for you anyway,” Delia replies. “Sounds good to me,” Sy says. “Thank you,” Lainey says before giving the both of her parents a hug.

“Thank you,” Sy says softly once Lainey is back to playing. “Of course. Anything comes up, you call me anytime day or night, but I’m not worried,” she replies. “I will,” he assures her. The girls are finished up with their nails so they head outside where Walter, Lou, and Paul are. “You ever have a night to yourself before Dilly?,” he asks. “It’s rare,” she replies. “How have you managed to…,” he trails off. “Date? Patrice would babysit but I quickly found it wasn’t worth it,” she shrugged. “Why not?,” he questions. “Because a handful of things happen. Mostly it’s “I don’t want a kid,” followed up by “I just want sex,” then a lot of guys are just flat out assholes. Some are also all too eager to have an instant family and that’s a bit concerning too. What about you? Sure you’ve had plenty of special ladies since me,” she tells him.

“Naw darlin’ you’re my only special lady. I’ve been with a few others I won’t lie, but it hasn’t gone beyond that,” he says. “I haven’t been with anyone physically,” she admits. “What?,” he asks surprisedly. “The one time I was actually going to the guy was too aggressive. I shut it down. This is an odd conversation,” she chuckled. “Sorry. It ain’t fair I know, but the thought of anyone touching you makes me insanely…,” he huffs. “Jealous?,” Delia points out. “Yes,” he agrees. Delia can’t help but let out a giggle. “What?,” he asks. “Should’ve told you I was with like ten guys,” she continues to laugh. “Now that’s just down right mean Dilly Jane,” he says as he shakes his head. She raises an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, yeah. You wanna go out on the porch with everybody?,” he then asks as he gets up and holds his hand out to her. “Sure,” she replies as she takes it. He quickly laces their fingers together.

Thursday is upon them before they realize and Sy shows up first thing that morning to pick up Lainey. “You sure Eric? I know you’re busy now the garage is open,” Delia says. “Yeah baby, I’m sure. I’m gonna take her with me. I promised I’d teach her about cars, and I ain’t a liar,” he smiles. “Daddy,” Lainey says excitedly as she makes her way to him. He crouches down so he can grab her up in his arms. “You ready to go to work baby girl?,” he asks. “I’m so excited,” she said. She looked so cute there with her dad. “Here, let me get a picture of you two before your first day of work, huh?,” Delia said. Lainey put her arms around Sy’s neck and squished his face close to hers. “Perfect,” Delia says after taking the picture.

“Let us see!,” Lainey says excitedly. “You two look so sweet,” Delia says as she brings the phone over. “Please send me that,” Sy tells her. “Can we go now?,” Lainey asks impatiently. “Give your mama a hug,” he says as he sits her down. “Bye Mama. I love you,” she says as she squeezes her. “I love you too. Be good!,” she says while Lainey’s already scrambling to get in Sy’s truck. “I will,” she promises. “You gonna be alright?,” he asks Delia. “Yeah I��ll be fine. It won’t be annoying if I check in occasionally though will it?,” she asks. “Not at all,” he smiles before bringing Delia in for a hug. She lets herself lean into it and hears Eric let out a sigh.

“Feels so good to have you back in my arms Dilly,” he tells her before pulling back so he can look at her. He brushes the back of his hand over her cheek before looking at her lips. “I— I need to get goin’,” she says as she looks away. He puts his hand beneath her chin and tips her head back slightly. “Have a good day sweetheart,” he says before leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek. He can hear her breathing hitch, and it takes everything he has not to kiss her right on the lips. He’s constantly reminding him self to take things easy with her, because all he wants is to hold her, kiss her, have her, but he can’t afford to scare her off when she’s been doing so well. “Have a good day,” she replies when he lets her go.

Works passes and Delia shoots Eric a text before she heads home. She wanted to check in without being overbearing. He texts back quickly though, sending her a picture of him and Lainey covered in grease. She smiles to herself before heading home. The next morning Delia and Patrice head out to get their nails done and eyebrows waxed before having brunch at this little restaurant called The Bumblebee. “So, how’s Lainey first sleepover with Sy going?,” she ask. Delia pulls out her phone. He’s sent more pictures. She starts with the one at the garage before swiping to more. There’s him and Lainey before bedtime, Lainey with bed head at breakfast, one of her playing with Aika, then another of the two of them fishing. “Awww. Looks like a great time,” she coos.

“Yeah they seem to be having a lot of fun,” Delia smiles. “What did you get up to after they left?,” Patrice then asked. “Work, then went home and relaxed to the full extent. You know as well as I do, Lainey is a good kid, but downtime is still rare, so I enjoyed myself. Read, ate junk food, watched a show,” Delia trailed off. “Pulled out the vibrator,” Patrice teased. “Maybe,” Delia chuckled, the mimosa making her feel light. “I dunno why you need it when you’ve got that man wanting you as bad as he does,” she adds.

“You are relentless P, I swear. I haven’t even let him kiss me yet,” Delia told her. “You should,” she insists. “Why are you so far this Patrice? I’m just curious,” Delia asks. “Because I’ve seen you be unhappy for years and I want my best friend to be happy. I know he hurt you, I’m not downplaying that, but he’s doing everything right now. And even more than that, he means it CJ. That’s rare, and you know that,” she says.

“Yeah I know. I’m just… easing into things,” Delia tells her. “Making him work for it,” Patrice adds. “I’m not trying to be intentionally difficult,” Delia says becoming self conscious. “I know honey. It’s gonna take its time. I know. I just want you to be happy,” Patrice says as she reaches across the table and takes Delia’s hand. “Thanks P,” she smiles softly.

Saturday the wedding prepping is in full swing and Delia is doing all she can to help make the day go as smooth as possible for Patrice and Elijah. That evening when everything is nearly together she’s sat in a chair in a robe getting her hair done. “I want it half up, half down. She’s got such pretty, thick hair. Be ashamed to put it all up,” Patrice tells the stylist. “I’ve got you honey,” she replies. After hair and makeup is done she reveals Delia’s dress. “Oh this is gorgeous,” Delia says as she runs her fingers over the lavender satin. When she puts it on, she looks over herself. It’s floor length, formfitting, with tiny straps. It’s dainty and elegant, and Delia loves it. “Girl… Sy’s gonna shit his pants when he sees you later,” Patrice says making her laugh. “Yeah well Elijah is gonna cry when he sees you. You look like a dream,” Delia tells her. “If he doesn’t I’m gonna need you to go across there and stomp his foot, make sure he tears up,” she replies, sending the both of them into a fit of laughter.

Just then there’s a knock at the door. Delia peeks out to see Sy and Lainey standing there. “Sorry this little girl has not stopped askin’ to see you since we got here”, he tells her. Delia comes out of the dressing room and into the hall where both Lainey and Sy appraise her. “Wow Mama, you look like a fairytale,” Lainey breathes as she holds her mom’s hands. “Thank you baby. You look beautiful,” she tells her before Lainey gives her a hug. “What do you think Daddy?,” Lainey asks Sy. “I think you’re right, she looks like a fairytale,” he agrees as he stares into Delia’s eyes. “You should give her a kiss”, Lainey then blurts out. “Lainey Beth you’re gonna get me in trouble, always busting me out like you do,” he chuckles. “One kiss won’t hurt. Can I see Aunt P?,” she says going from one subject to another. “Let me ask,” Delia says.

Patrice tells her of course Lainey can come in, and then Delia and Eric are left alone in the hallway. “She’s right you know?,” he then says. “About?,” Delia questions as he takes her in his arms. He’s got one arm wrapped around her waist while the other is cupping her jaw, fingertips lightly brushing through the back of her hair sending tingles down her spine. “One kiss wouldn’t hurt”, he whispers. He’s so close Delia can feel his breath fanning over her face. He looks into her eyes and moves closer, giving her time to pull away before he brushes his lips over hers. When she doesn’t move he presses his lips to hers gently in a tender kiss. He lets out a deep sigh before pulling back.

Emotion dances behind Delia’s eyes and damn it if he can help himself. He’s kissing her again and again, and she’s letting him. She’s kissing him back and it feels like a dream. Her dainty hands are splayed on his chest while he takes her breath away. He finally pulls back and lets his forehead rest against hers, as she catches her breath. “That was more than one kiss Eric,” she tells him playfully. “I know, but I just—,” he trails off. “Kiss me again,” she tells him, and he does. The surge of emotion she was feeling was totally unexpected, but what was the most surprising is how much she doesn’t want him to stop. When he pulls away again he looks down into her eyes.

“Feels right don’t it?,” he says. “More right than it should,” she tells him. “Naw baby, it’s exactly right. I’m all yours, and I should be the one kissin’ you every single day for the rest of your life,” he says with certainty. He leans down and kisses her softly once more. “You look so beautiful tonight”, he tells her. “You look really nice too,” she replies, making him smile. Just then Lainey squeezes out of the door. “We’ve gotta go Daddy. The wedding is about to start,” she tells Sy as she grabs his hand. “Alright baby girl. Let’s go,” he says. He caresses Delia face before letting Lainey lead him away. “Did you kiss her?,” Delia could hear Lainey ask as they got down the hall.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The entire time Delia could feel Eric’s eyes on her and from time to time she’d catch herself letting her eyes meet his. When the reception started they did the necessary first dances before everyone eating and then cutting the cake. Delia was sat at a table with Lainey, Sy, Walter, and Faye. Elijah was a local lawyer so of course he knew Walter being that he was a detective. “You look nice tonight Cordie”, Walter said with amusement in his eyes. “Lookin’ pretty sharp yourself Detective Marshall,” she replied. Next thing she knew, Eric was rising from his seat and offering her his hand. She takes it gingerly and lets him lead her to the dance floor.

He seems tense. “What’s wrong?,” she asks as she looks up at him. “I know Walt is fuckin’ with me but I still don’t like it,” he huffs, making her giggle. “You think it’s funny?,” he asks. “Maybe just a little,” she says sheepishly. “Y’all are so mean to me,” he chuckles. “You’ll be alright,” she says as she cups his scruffy jaw. Her thumb is gently caressing his beard as their eyes lock. “I wanna kiss you again,” he then says. “Right here in front of everybody?,” she asks him. “Why not?,” he replies before noticing the deep blush on her cheeks. “Gone shy on me now darlin’?,” he asks. “Maybe,” she says quietly before he closes the gap. When he pulls away he smiles down at her before kissing her forehead and the tip of her nose. “I love you Dilly. I know you probably ain’t nowhere near ready to say it back, but I just wanted you to hear it. I love you so much it takes my breath,” he says before kissing her again.

[starfirewildheart]

Omg so sweet! And daddy!!!!! I'm a puddle now!

The Love You Want: Part Four

Attn: Sooo apparently I’m obsessed with this story 👀 I hope y’all enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2,614

Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander

Summary: Lainey meets her grandparents.

Warnings: the usual angst and fluff

Previous Part:

Part Three

After the fair Delia’s head had been reeling. She knew for a fact what he said was true, but the fear of going through it all again was almost too much to bear. It was a Friday, and she had the twins while baby Jordan went for his surgery. It was always a good time when she had them but they were full throttle all day. “CJ!!!!,” Nella squealed. “My goodness Nella. What is it?,” she asked with a chuckle. “I’m hungry,” she then says. Delia looks at the clock and realizes lunch is quickly approaching when there’s a knock at the door. “Let me see who’s here then I’ll make lunch okay?,” Delia says. “Wait!,” Nella says before reaching up so Delia will pick her up.

When she goes to the door she’s surprised to find Eric with two bags full of food. “Hope this is alright Dilly. I knew you were havin’ the twins today and figured it’d be helpful,” he said as he brought the food in. “Thanks,” she replied softly while he put it on the kitchen counter. “So I got Chinese. I didn’t know what everybody liked but I got fried rice and noddles then got the meat put on the side so everybody could choose what they wanted. Got some egg rolls and those little mozzarella sticks they make too,” he said. When he slows down and looks at you he smiles. “This has got to be Patty’s little girl. God she looks just like her,” he says.

Nella tucks herself into Delia shyly. “It’s alright Nella he’s a friend,” Delia says reassuringly. “You want some food sweet pea?,” he then ask. She nods shyly. “Niles! Lainey!,” Delia calls out. “Sy!,” Lainey says excitedly before giving him a hug. “Eric’s brought us some lunch. Let’s see what everybody wants,” Delia says as she opens the food. After getting the kids all settled she returns to the kitchen to find Eric digging into the food. “You still like shrimp fried rice?,” he asks, and she realizes he’s fixing her plate. “Yeah but you don’t have to—,” she begins. “And the egg rolls? You want some mozzarella sticks?,” he asks ignoring her protests. “Yeah, sounds good.

He hands her the plate before turning to make his own. “You go on and sit down darlin’,” he tells her. Delia heads to the living room where the children are sitting at a kid’s table. Before long he’s joining her on the couch. “So, how you doin’?,” he asks. “Good. Tired. The twins stayed overnight and they’re just the sweetest, but they’ve been wound up all morning,” Delia chuckles between bites. “I could stay and help you out awhile,” he tells her. “I can’t ask you to do that Eric,” she says. “You didn’t. Really I don’t mind,” he tells her. “I’ll leave it up to you,” she shrugs lightly. “I’m stayin’ then,” he replies quickly.

Delia nods before turning her attention back to her food, and it gives Sy a chance to take her in, and even in tank top, cotton shorts, messy bun she’s breathtaking. He watches as her glasses slide down her nose a bit and her pushing them back up. His focus is broken when he hears Lainey giggling. When he looks at her, she’s looking right at him and he can tell he’s blushing. She’s definitely too smart for her own good. He puts a finger over his lips as a signal for her to shush, which only makes her giggle more. “I saw that,” Delia then says, and Lainey’s in a full fit of laughter now. “You busted me out baby girl,” Sy chuckles. “Sorry. You just looked so….,” Lainey trailed off struggling to find the word. “I am,” he replied unashamedly.

By the end of the day Sy was ripping and roaring around the house. Truly he had them even more excitable than they were before, but at the end of the day when he and Delia took them home they were well worn out. He carried them both across the yard and into Patrice and Elijah’s sound asleep. “Thanks for watching them. You sure wore them out huh?,” Patrice asked. “That was Eric. Nella was skeptical at first but she warmed up to him eventually,” Delia replied. “Mmhm,” she hummed. “Well they’re out,” Eric said after putting them down. “How’s Jordan doin’?,” you then ask. “He’s alright. Little fussy but he’s been resting most of the day so hopefully he’ll be feeling better tomorrow,” she replies. “Well, we’ll get outta your hair Patty. It was good seein’ you. Awesome kids by the way,” he then says. “Eric…,” she trials off. “Yeah, yeah,” he grins as he takes Lainey by the hand and heads out the door.

“Still just the same,” she says as she shakes her head. Delia head towards the door when Patrice stops you. “CJ, I almost forgot. You know me and Elijah have been wanting to renew our vows, kinda actually have a wedding since we didn’t get to before. Well we’ve booked the Magnolia Venue downtown and are planning on doing the ceremony at the end of the month. I want you to be my maid of honor,” she tells Delia. “Oh my God, yes. I’d love to!,” Delia replies. “Good. I know it’s all last minute but Elijah brought it up the other night and we just kinda went with it. I already have a dress. I found the perfect one awhile back, and don’t worry about your dress. I know your size and style. I’m thinking of a lavender theme and cream color scheme,” Patrice says.

“Sounds perfect. Just let me know if you need anything,” Delia replies. “I do know one thing I want you to do,” she says. “Sure,” Delia answers. “Make sure to invite Sy,” she smirks. “Patrice…,” Delia trails off. “Mama!,” Lainey calls from the door. “Just a minute baby,” she tells her. “Just… invite him okay? He’s good for you. I have full faith everything is going to work out this time,” Patrice insists. “I’ll invite him, but I dunno about all of that,” Delia huffs. “Stop bein’ so hard headed okay?,” Patrice then says. Delia grumbles as she goes out and back over to her house with Lainey and Sy.

“Hey baby girl why don’t you go on in for a minute. I need to talk to your Mama,” Sy tells her. “Alright. Mama can I have some leftovers from earlier?,” she asks. “Of course,” Delia replies. “What’s on your mind?,” he asks as he sits beside Delia on the porch swing. “Patrice and Elijah are renewing their vows,” she tells him. “That’s nice,” he replies. “She told me to invite you,” Delia continues. “Like a date?,” he asks eagerly. “Eric… I dunno. I’m in the wedding and all,” she says hesitantly. “Tell me when and where and I’ll be there,” he replies. Delia tells him what she knows. “I’ll text you more details once I have them,” she adds. “Is this me gettin’ my chance?,” he questions.

“It’s me tryin’, Eric. I’m… I’m still terrified, alright but—,” she stammers when he pulls her up into his lap and holds her tight. “Thank you Dilly,” he says. “Don’t make me regret it,” she replies softly. “I promise I won’t,” he tells her as he brushes a strand of hair back from her face. “You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?,” he breathes. “I’m a wreck,” she chuckles.

“Naw, you’re just as beautiful as you ever were baby,” he said before he pulled her into his chest for a hug. They sat there for a moment, just holding one another before he spoke. “Mama and Daddy are gettin’ eager to meet Lainey. She wanted me to ask if the both of you could come to Sunday dinner,” he told you. “They probably hate me,” Delia murmured as she moved herself out of his lap. “Of course they don’t. Mama was pissed at me. Hell I think she has been from the moment I fucked everything up,” he said honestly. As if on cue Lainey came back out onto the porch.

“How would you feel about meetin’ your grandparents Sunday?,” Delia asks her. “And your cousin Walter and his little girl, Faye,” Sy adds. “I’d love to. How old is Faye?,” she asks. “Twelve. Walter only gets her during the summers and all but I’m sure she’d love someone around her age to hang out with,” Sy says. “Let’s do it!,” Lainey replies excitedly. Sunday rolls around and Sy insists on coming to pick Lainey and Dilly up before dinner. Lainey’s a ball of energy while Delia’s a ball of nerves. “There’s my girls,” he says as he picks them up. Lainey greets him with a hug before he tentatively brings Dilly in as well.

Lainey is already up in the truck when Sy walks around, getting ready to help her mom in. “Hey,” he says softly before opening the door. “Yeah?,” Delia asks as she worries her bottom lip. “It’s all gonna be fine, okay?,” he says as he gently pulls it loose. The ride out is mostly quiet aside from a little chitchat between Sy and Lainey. When they pull up a fluffy German Shepard comes running towards the truck. “Is that your dog?,” Lainey asks. “Sure is. My house is just over there and she roams around everywhere,” Sy tells her. “Can I pet her?,” she nearly squeals. “Sure can,” he smiles. She jumps out of the truck, Sy following closely behind. Delia sits there frozen, watching the two of them, and can’t help but feel like she doesn’t belong here. Surely Eric’s parents have some feelings about her choice, and she’s scared to know what they are.

When the passenger door opens she jumps. “You gonna get out Dilly Jane?,” Eric asks her. “I— I should’ve stayed at home,” she said nervously. “Dilly, look at me,” Eric told her. She shook her head as tears began forming in her eyes. He then took her face in his hands. “I’m tellin’ you, they are dyin’ to see you. If I didn’t bring you with me I swear Mama was gonna kick my ass. Come on baby. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he assured her. “Okay,” she said quietly as she let him pull her out of the truck. “You okay Mama?,” Lainey asked as her as she came across the yard. “Yeah I’m alright,” Delia told her. “This is Aika. Ain’t she pretty?,” Lainey smiled. “She is,” Delia said as she rubbed her ears. Just then she could hear footsteps crunching on the gravel.

Walter is quickly approaching with an unusual grin. “Cordie,” he says before grabbing her up in a bear hug. “Walt,” she mumbles out. “It’s so good to see you,” he says. “Ease up there huh? You’re crushin’ her,” Sy huffed. “You aren’t the only one who’s missed her, you know?,” Walter teases. “You’re my cousin?,” Lainey pipes up. “I sure am, and this is my daughter Faye,” he replies. The girls say hi shyly before Sy’s parents come out of the house. Delia tenses but when Louise Syverson embraces her, all the tension melts away and tears started falling. “We missed you so much, my girl,” Lou said with a watery smile before turning her attention to Lainey. “Oh,” she gasps.

“Come look Paul. She looks just like Eric,” Lou says, letting tears fall. “She does,” he agrees. “Can I call y’all Nana and PopPop?,” Lainey asks then. “Of course sweetheart,” Paul smiles down at her. “Well y’all come on in. I’ve got dinner ready,” Lou then says. When you all sit and eat, you catch up on everything from over the years, and of course Lainey asks her grandparents a million questions. “Can Lainey and I go play?,” Faye asks Walter. “As long as it’s alright with her mom,” he replies. “Of course,” Delia tells her. They run off to play, and Lou turns her attention on Delia. “Cordelia, sweetie, I know this has to be a lot on you. How you doin’?,” she asks.

“I’m fine. I— I figured you two would be mad at me honestly,” she said tentatively. “Not at all. Now him…,” Lou said cutting her eyes at her son. “Mama…,” Eric groaned. “Can’t change the past Lou,” Paul adds. “True. So what are you doin’ now to make it right son?,” she asks. “Everything I can,” he tells her. “Good because that sweet baby needs a dad, and I know you’ve been sulking over this one for years,” she said referring to Delia. Delia sat there, deep blush on her cheeks at the exchange. “Yeah well I was a fuckin’ idiot then, okay?,” he huffed. “Not too smart now either,” Walter added with a smirk. “Shut up,” Sy grumbled, making Walter laugh. “Cordie thinks I’m funny,” he said, noting her smile. The rest of the day was much more relaxed. All of the adults sat back and talked while the girls played. By the time Sy took Delia and Lainey home, she was well tuckered out.

When they pulled up Sy looked back and saw Lainey had fallen asleep. “She had an excitin’ day,” Delia says. “I think we all did. I’ll tote her in,” he says. Delia opens the door and helps Sy with the covers. Sy is tucking Lainey in when she opens her sleepy eyes for a moment. “Love you, Daddy,” she murmurs before she’s right back asleep. His eyes fill with tears automatically. “Love you too baby girl,” he whispers before placing a kiss to her forehead. He leaves the room and makes his way out onto the porch before a few tears fall out. “You okay?,” Delia asks, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Yeah. That just…,” he began. “Touched your heart?,” Delia question. “It really did. I know we haven’t known each other long but that little girl is everything to me,” he admits. “I know the feelin’,” Delia tells him.

He nods and dries off his face. “What you gonna get up to this evenin’,” he asks her. “Thought about taking a shower then gettin’ in the bed with my Kindle and readin’ a bit before I go to sleep. Tomorrow’ll be here before we know it,” she replies. “Yeah. We’ve about got the garage ready, but still a few finishin’ touches before the grand openin’. Thinkin’ maybe next Friday. You and Lainey should come,” he says. “We’d be glad to Eric,” Delia says. “Can I hold you for a minute before I leave?,” he then asks as he looks down at her.

Delia moves around so she’s in front of him before wrapping her arms around his middle and letting her head rest on his chest. Eric’s heart is beating wildly beneath her ear as he wraps his arms around her and holds her tight. He stands there and lets her overtake his sense. Her body still fits just perfectly against his. Soft. She’s so soft. Soft skin, soft hair that smells like watermelon. Every bit of her is just right, and he wants her so badly for himself it hurts. “Dilly,” he whispers. “Hmm?,” she hums. “Thank you,” he tells her. “For what?,” she questions. “Lettin’ me in your lives even when I don’t deserve it,” Sy says. “Eric,” she said lowly. She dared to pull back and look into his eyes. “I don’t darlin’ but damn am I glad to be here,” he then says. He cups her face in one hand and caresses it softly before letting her go. “Goodnight Dilly,” he says as he wills himself to walk away. “Night Eric.”