#I GOT MORE LAW MAN CONTENT AND I MELTED INTO A FLOOR PUDDLE

[imaginedilestrade]

An English Blizzard- Part 1

Warnings: Swearing (what's new) Shameless flirting. A/N: Okay so this is the first part of my 'Thank you Fic' 😁 the reader (you) in this is 25 years old anywhooo I hope you all enjoy and I'll post the second part in a few hours then the third part after that. I'll post the other chapters tomorrow! Enjoy! —————————— Chapter 1 —————— "Will someone get the fucking door already?!" You screamed out from the couch. You let out a sigh hearing no movement in the apartment. You assumed everyone was out. You let out a huff of air and tugged down on the hem of your nightdress that your dad had gotten you last Christmas as a joke. It was surprisingly comfortable, even if it had the joke 'Come to the math side...we have pi' on it with little mathematical symbols floating around as if they were stars. Your feet hit against the cold surface of the wooden flooring making slight thudding noises "I swear to god if this is Sherlock forgetting his keys again!" You muttered to yourself. All you wanted was a nice relaxing day on the couch but the person on the other side of the door clearly had other ideas for you. "What?" You snapped slightly but were surprised "Uh can I help you?" You saw an unfamiliar silver haired man at the other side of your threshold. "Erm hello! Sorry to disturb you but," he held out a notebook "Mary left this in class today and I was told she lived here." He handed it over to you "Oh thank you for bringing it, I'll see she gets it." "Not a problem..." he trailed off, a silent indication he was asking for your name. "Y/N," you held out your hand with a smile. "Greg or more commonly known as Professor Lestrade." He sent you a small wink and you suddenly felt yourself using your hand to pull down on your nightdress more, as if that would help stop the blush that was beginning to creep up in your face. "Oh!" A sudden wave of realisation hit you "You teach law don't you?" Greg bashfully nodded with a smile. "That's handy to know," you leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms "If I'm ever in trouble I'll go to either you or Mary to get me off the hook!" You giggled. Greg playfully narrowed his eyes and stepped forward ever so slightly "You're not a bad girl...are you?" You forgot oxygen existed for a moment as your lungs failed from the slight purr in his playful tone. "I should be off," he announced, dragging you back into the real world "Nice to meet you Y/N." "Y-you too Greg," you managed to stutter out your words "I'm sure I'll see you again, Mary would forget her head if it wasn't screwed on!" You laughed to ease your nerves. "Well, I'm hoping she forgets something very soon." He left you by your doorframe. You were on the verge of melting into a puddle. You shut the door over slowly and pressed your back to the door, letting out the air that had been trapped in your lungs. You weren't entirely sure how long you had been holding it in. The door knocked again and you jumped feeling the vibrations on your back. You couldn't help but smile as you opened the door assuming it would be Greg...it wasn't. "I forgot my keys again." "I swear to god Sherlock! I'm going to tie those things to you!" You tossed him his keys "See you later." You returned to the couch and let out a sigh, you couldn't focus on your film. It was background noise as feelings whirled around inside you. New feelings. Feelings you hadn't felt before, well not as strong as this. Your mind had turned into mush in a matter of minutes over Greg. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this, he was a professor at your university for crying out loud! You shook your head in attempts to shake away the feelings. You turned up your TV "Okay Tom Hiddleston, distract me from that gorgeous man who just came to my door...and I'm not talking about Sherlock!" --- "She's out for the count." "I wonder how long she's been sleeping." "She ate that entire tub of ice cream! Y/N ate a whole pint of ice cream!" "Bet it only took her ten minutes." "I'm saying twenty." "Fancy making a bet then, John?" "You're on, Sherlock." "You win then Sherlock." Everyone screamed hearing your voice. You opened your eyes to your four roommates "Ten whole minutes and just because my eyes are shut doesn't mean I can't hear you." You sat up and Molly sat down next to you "I take it you had a very relaxing day then?" She asked eyeing up the table laced with empty packets and tubs of junk food. "Ohh I really did," you contently sighed "Except I was disturbed when your professor popped round Mary. You forgot your notebook." You stood up and grabbed the book, handing it to a relieved looking Mary. "Thank god! I was looking for this everywhere! It's got all my research notes in it for my dissertation. Thanks Y/N." The blonde woman smiled. You held your hands up "Don't thank me thank Greg." "Ohh first name basis now are we?" Sherlock murmured as he texted. You rolled your eyes at his remark "I literally only met him today, had no idea who he was until he told me." "I'll make sure to thank him on Monday then!" Mary skipped off to the she shared bedroom with John, the trainee doctor hot on her heels. --- "I hate your dad!" Sherlock grumbled into a maths textbook "And I'm sure he hates me." "No he doesn't, if he really hated you he wouldn't let you stay here." You smiled and ruffled Sherlock's hair which he quickly fixed. You were fortunate enough to have a father that was high up in the university. He got the flat you're staying in near the campus at a discounted rate, one big enough for you and your friends to live in. Your dad was an incredible and a highly renowned mathematician, he taught it at the university. "Whatever you say Miss Moriarty but I don't quite believe you." "Believe what you want Mr Holmes..." you drawled out his name. "Speak of the devil," you sighed and saw a text from your dad "Ughhhh he wants me over for dinner next week." "Well it's not that difficult to get to his is it? He lives down the road and you see him almost every day on campus." Sherlock spoke while continuing on with his coursework. You rolled your eyes and accepted his invite. Your dad did live a few streets down with his now husband, Sebastian. You loved Sebastian as a step-father and you loved how happy he made your father. Your mother had separated from Jim a few years after you were born and soon after your dad found Sebastian. Your mother had moved on with someone new too but as long as they were both happy was the main thing for you. A knock at the door disturbed you from your thoughts and you went to answer it. "G-Greg! Hi!" You smiled and glanced behind your shoulder, Sherlock was narrowing his eyes in curiosity "Did Mary forget something?" "Uh no," he gulped. You furrowed your brow and walked out of the flat, shutting the door behind you for a little more privacy in the cove between the main hallway of the apartment building and your flat "I actually forgot something." You raised a brow in confusion "You did?" Greg reached for something in his pocket "Erm yeah, I f-forgot to give you this," he handed over a card with his name and work number on it "My mobile number is on the back, incase yanno you want to grab a coffee or something sometime?" He suggested. You took the card off him, biting your lip as you did and curtly nodding "T-thanks." He left with a shy smile on his face. You eventually got your legs to move and they took you back into the apartment and then your room. Sherlock didn't even notice you come in, his head was buried in a book. You tossed yourself on the bed and pulled out the card and your phone, staring at both items. They were taunting you. You put his number in and placed your phone down again, only to pick it up seconds later. 'Its Y/N, are you free tomorrow for a coffee? X' you mentally debated wether to put the kiss or not but decided to put it at the end of your text anyway. He text you back fairly quickly. Quicker than you would have expected 'I'll meet you at Lion coffee at 11. See you then. X' ——————— Tags: (Let me know if you'd like to be tagged/Untagged) @adorablebadger @damnitman-jamlocked-inthetardis @daynaan @rikkachloechan @holmes-maev @cutie1365 @wcsteland @theyre-my-divsion @gotham-s-lover @littlepostitnotes @chrissydarlingwrites @laterthantherabbit @annkli

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[lethe-distillery-blog]

The Philanthropist (4)

I met Rosa the next day, I was still surprised that Gage had gone to his meeting in nothing more than jeans and a tee given that he dealt in multimillion-dollar deals as commonplace as a cashier would handle five dollar purchases but I had to admit to myself, the man looked good in his relaxed attire. He looked, content. I'm sure he was content with the life he had back at home too but here, in the middle of nowhere Mexico, he looked it; I'm not sure how I thought it, maybe a glint in his eye, or the relaxed way he leaned over me to show me different sights and scenes. The local school he had helped rebuild last year after a fire ripped apart the old one, the library, the chapel, the small gathering point that constituted as town hall, senior meeting hall, and center for all festivals. It was really a quaint town, dusty roads that baked dry and cracked, a small convenience store that doubled as a gas station and a small restaurant that he swore he'd have to take me to because it sold tacos that were the best in the universe and he would prove it to me. It had been a nice trip, no mind games, no stress, just a content moment where of us being together as Charles drove us.

 Rosa, was a loud, beautifully round woman who I liked immediately though I could only understand about every third word of her English, her skin was a deep caramel though she laughed as we compared shades of skin and I, as usual, looked nearly black. Still though, she was very kind and encouraged me to drink mojitos after I had made the mention I liked them. She was positively magic as she worked at my back. I felt like I was Rice Crispies. My back snapped, crackled, and popped as she worked masterfully with thick fingers on my oiled skin. I couldn't help but groan out in pleasure as she worked, grateful Gage wasn't here, if he felt one-tenth of the pleasure I did, I think I wouldn't have been able to resist the sounds of his own. "Senior Gage brought you?" Rosa had taken to using short sentences and had smiled understandingly as I apologized profusely for not knowing Spanish. I liked the woman and felt horrible for not knowing how to communicate with her properly so she didn't feel like a small child. Still though, there was a gleam in her eye as she spoke, and I had a feeling she liked that she could speak English, a showing off perhaps.

 "Yes." I too tried to speak more simply, and perhaps put a little more emphasis on each word, clearly defining it as it's own standalone feature. "Gage brought me here, I have always wanted to visit."

 "Much strange," I heard her mumble before she cracked my back and made me hiss out in a pleasured pain as I relaxed.

 Oh gosh, that had been aching since I had helped Hannah pull her bike out of our small shed last summer. I practically melted into a puddle, I could see why Gage liked the woman, she was funny, kind, and had a talent like no other when it came to massages. Still though, what she said piqued at my curiosity. "Why," I moaned as she worked out a knot, oh gosh, could I kidnap this woman? "is that strange exactly?"

 Rosa mumbled something in Spanish clearly troubled, arguing with herself over something. "Senior Gage said he come to be alone." Really? I felt odd about that, like I was somehow invading Gage's privacy even though he had invited me to come with him. Rosa shut down after that and wouldn't answer me as I pressed for details. After a few long minutes of fruitless attempts, I changed the topic, but still, I was only half there. Still trying to figure out the strange creature that was my brother-in-law.

 Charles came and picked me up at around one, he smiled knowingly as I limped towards the car and he helped me in. He was rather spry for how old he was. "Don't worry, you'll feel better in an hour or two." I mumbled something that could vaguely be construed as a thank you before he set me in the chair. I felt drunk, and granted, I had drunk a half dozen mojitos but I knew that most of it was from Rosa, My muscles felt like loose rubber bands, barely able to support my own weight. It felt so damn good. Charles graciously helped me onto the sofa and handed me the remote, brought me a glass of water, and left. I assumed he had helped Gage with this many a time. I had asked to lie there with the intent of surfing the channels but before I could stop myself, and before I knew it, the world faded into blissful black oblivion.

 I came awake slowly to the sight of Gage sitting and reading a book at the kitchen table. The domestic feeling was not lost on me and I moved quickly before that thought could take root any further than a brushing of consciousness. Gage set his book down immediately as I stirred and came over with a wry smile. "Rosa get her hands on you?" I groaned as I tried moving, everything felt heavy and impossible. He laughed at my misery. "Yeah, Charles told me he had to help you inside," of course he did, "she does the same thing to me, reduces you to a puddle. Honestly, I just sleep there for a couple hours, it beats trying to move afterward." I couldn't agree more, yet I couldn't even summon the energy to open my mouth. He lifted me gingerly to a sitting position and looked me over, "do you think you can move?" I moved, it took a great deal of effort but he nodded in satisfaction. "Alright."

 Before I even knew what he was doing he picked me up with a startling amount of ease, and with the greatest care, to tuck me against his chest. I melted there, I could lie to myself and say that it was because I couldn't have refused even if I wanted to, that I was too tired, that there was no point in trying. But if I wanted to be honest with my feelings, to examine them closer than I actually wanted to, it was because I didn't want to move, I breathed in the scent of man and spice, a succulent combination of clean masculine power. He must have taken a shower when he got home, the clock read three as we passed it, good. I had only been out a couple hours.

 I was honestly surprised when he set me down on my bed and a trickle of fear flashed down my spine, I looked up at him, mouth open but no words coming out. Gage smiled, the greens of his hazel eyes flashing like emeralds in firelight. "Later." He made it sound like a promise as he kissed my forehead with a tenderness that floored me. So instead, he sat me on the edge of the bed and went over to my suitcase. No, no no no. He opened it up and rooted around. My heart was in my throat, he couldn't find the lingerie, he couldn't. I made a sound to try and stop him but he completely ignored me. Instead, he came back and I was instantly relieved at the sight of the black fabric. Instead of my lingerie in his hand, he had my bathing suit, thank the gods I had considered using the mineral bath tomorrow so I had left it near the top of the bag. "Put this on, and don't worry, I won't watch this time." He winked, and set the scraps of material into my hand before he exited the room. No idea why it mattered to me so much that he hadn't seen the lingerie when he was likely going to get just as much of an eyeful with my bathing suit. Permission and societal ideologies I supposed.

 It took a long few minutes for me to get myself undressed and I was exhausted by that alone, pulling on my bathing suit afterward was a brand new level of hell. I could even get the tie on the back, my arms were so weak they felt like jello, and it was starting to hurt. Tears pricked my eyes, my muscles feeling like they were on fire. I looked up at a soft knock and Gage pushing it open. "Are you decent."

 "Yes." Holy hell, even talking was hard, and my words came out slurred. "I just can't tie the strap at the back."

 "I've got it." He moved in slowly, the fabric was modest enough, not quite a one piece but not as revealing as a bikini. I didn't exactly have to tan and worry about lines. My eyes widened as Gage walked in, wearing his own swim trunks, and nothing else. Granted, I had gotten an eyeful when he had stepped out of the shower but in this moment I got an unobtrusive view of a body that had my wicked fantasies written all over it. Holy, good gracious of Mary and baby Jesus. He was an exquisite specimen of male creation. He was lean muscle, not quite a six pack set of abs but it was exquisite and toned features that drew the eye and captivated the imagination. His dark hair dusted his frame, a perfect softness to the hard muscle beneath. I positively licked him head to toe with my gaze, lost to this, to him. Nothing else mattered as he entered the room. The hormonal surges that drew me to him won out over my common sense and I watched the symphonic flow of movement with every step that brought him closer to me. His skin was a light tan, a rich creamy color that had me salivating for a taste of it beneath my teeth. What made it worse was the feral look he gave me, the tenting in his shorts that soothed a part of me that thought I was alone in this madness. With a long, shaking breath and a strength that awed me; Gage, as the perfect gentleman, came and tied the string behind my back. "Comfortable or do I need to adjust it?"

  His thoughtfulness touched me. Somehow being, sweet. Behind the public image he presented to the world, I had a feeling that Gage Harrison was a very different creature. "It's good." He smiled knowingly as I paused, "Thanks."

 He again lifted me, gentle and tender up against his chest in a bridal carry. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a heroic amount of effort to at least try and be useful, that, and if anyone saw us I didn't want them to think I had passed out or something, that would likely raise a few eyebrows. Gage carried me carefully through the house, resting me on the counter for a heartbeat as he opened the door to the backyard and carried me through into a warm afternoon. Honestly, I felt like a plant, as soon as the sun hit my skin, I felt, human almost. It seeped into my muscles, warming me, strengthening me. But as Gage kept on walking I realized he was heading to the water. I tightened subconsciously. "Sh," he soothed, a hand lightly stroking my back, "It'll help." He sounded so sure of himself that I wanted to trust him, wanted to believe that he knew what he was talking about.

 And he did. I moaned out as he walked us into the water, the buoyancy of the water taking the unbelievable strain off my muscles and making me feel like I could finally take a full breath. Being surrounded by Gage there, it made me feel like I was lost in some fantasy. I felt valued here, cherished, that Gage would take care of me, listen to me, and I was wanting to be selfish and hold onto that, experience this man that gave so very much of himself to me and asked for nothing in return. “Gage?” He looked down at me, his eyes so vivid and bright in the sunlight that they practically glowed like a terrarium within the sockets. “Kiss me,” I knew I was wrong, this, was wrong, but I needed him, I needed this.

 I saw the tortured look flicker across his features, the pain filling his eyes. “Don’t ask me that, when you know you’ll regret it later.” His denial was ice water on my nerves, quelling everything into sodden steaming embers. “When you want it, and you know that it is in fact what you want. What it is you desire, and not what you are craving.” His words came out raspy, like his voice was being dragged over sandpaper as it exited his mouth. “You’ll know where I am.” I looked up at him startled by his words; I did want him, desperately. But I also knew he was right, in this moment, I was caught up in a fantasy, a fairy tale of what could be and not thinking about the reality that was outside of here, in Mexico, part of me screamed that it didn’t matter, that I wanted to feel like a princess just once, the other part, the saner part, knew that Gage was right, that I could grow to hate myself for even taking that much from him in a moment of passion, or worse. I could grow to hate him.

 “Thank you.” It came out as a mumbled whisper.

 “Don’t thank me.” I looked up at him and frowned. His eyes flickered, “I want to kiss you Tessiah, I feel it too, but I don’t want you to regret this, me;” he looked down at me, his arms subconsciously pulling me a little closer. “I don’t want you to hate me too.” That simple plea, touched me, deeply.

 “I couldn’t hate you Gage,” I reached up, feeling more invigorated but still, I didn’t want to move from his arms. It felt too good to be here, Carson had never really doted on me, in the darker moments of my married life, after we had yelled at each other and gone to bed, I had spent many an hour lying awake with silent tears trickling down my cheeks wondering if he even loved me or if he had stayed because of Hannah, and now Jeremy. The guilt was crushing, and I felt tears trying to form but I blinked them back, hoping that Gage didn’t see them. “I don’t think I could.”

 He snorted at me, “You already do. You’ve made that rather clear don’t you think?” Ouch. Warranted, but, ouch. And though I wanted to be angry, to come back swinging with self indignation I realized something, this was hurting him too. His eyes were glassy as I looked into them. “You hate me for my money, for my success. You hate me for what I think of your husband and his family,” again, he didn’t refer to them as his family, his parents. “You hate everything about me, it isn’t hard to see that any time you look at me.”

 “Gage.” I cut him off and pressed my fingers to his lips, his words slicing us both to the core, because it was true. Or rather, it had been; but, I was learning a lot about Gage. “I don’t hate you.” His eyes called me a liar but I pushed on. “Not anymore. I don’t think I ever hated you personally if I’m honest. I hated everything you stood for. Yes, I hated you for your money;” the truth was bitter on my tongue as I admitted that I was nothing better than the rest of his family, whether he claimed them or not. “I felt vindicated because you and I aren’t any different, we had the same choices, the same chances. I’m not saying you got lucky because I know you worked hard to get where you did, and I made choices that got me here. Some good, others not so much. See, I hated you because in my mind, I made you out to be perfect. You are hot, you are an asshole when you need to be, you cut off your family and I’m too soft.” I took a long breath, letting out my thoughts in a rush, feeling like if I didn’t get them out now I was going to shut down and not even look at them because I was afraid of what they could mean. “I judged you on my own predetermined facts about you, I saw what I wanted to see, what Carson, Sarah and Parker wanted me to see. But I don’t know you well enough to judge you Gage, I don’t know what your favorite kind of ice cream is, I don’t know if you snore, I don’t even know your favorite color. So who am I to judge you? And what scared me, what frightens me more than anything. Is I want to know you Gage, you fascinate me, intrigue me in ways that Carson didn’t. He was a bounce-back relationship that ended up becoming permanent.” Gods, it felt so fucking good to finally let that out to someone, anyone. “I convinced myself I loved him, and I don’t regret Hannah and Jeremy. I just,” I sighed defeated, “I guess I wanted more in my life that an ex-football star that can’t move on with his life.” I let out the harsh truth that nearly killed me to admit. The thing I didn’t want to see, and spent years ignoring, but as I was with Gage, and having a normal interaction that didn’t involve talking about bygone glory days, it was crushing me.

 Gage simply pulled me closer to him, pressing me against his warm skin and holding me there for comfort, and like a true gentleman, not saying a word as I sobbed against him. My tears but drops of saltwater returning to the ocean. I felt broken, and yet I felt whole, feeling warm arms around me instead of cold blankets, I felt the surge of the ocean, a gentle to and fro that rocked me like a parent. And I felt the heartbeat, a strong reassuring thud against my cheek. A silent promise, a silent strength.

 I don’t know how long we were there, my letting out six years of pain, shattered dreams, and silent fury out in sobs that felt like they were coming out of my very soul. I wanted to hate Gage for making me feel this pain, for knowing that everything I was doing was wrong. That I likely would be further ahead had I just become a single mother and raised Hannah by myself rather than trying to support Carson and his parents, and two children. I wanted to hate Gage for being so perfectly normal that he showed me what utter shit the people I had chose to surround myself with really were. I wanted to hate him, only because I was terrified that if I couldn’t bring myself to hate him, I would end up loving him.

 After a long while, the tears stopped, but Gage didn’t let go of me, he didn’t abandon me to my heartache and lonely isolation. He stayed there and reached out a proverbial hand and said, ‘it’ll be okay, I’m here now.’ He rocked me with the waves, his lips to my forehead, his hand lightly stroking my back. I huddled into him closer, my weakness making me want to crawl inside him, to feel his strength surround me like the ocean water was now. To feel his power around me, and for once, knowing that I could be weak, and that was alright. I was breathing raggedly, my eyes feeling swollen and puffy but my heart, it had shrugged off the weights of responsibility, it had shattered the shackles of guilt, and now. I felt like I could fly. Gage’s soft words were but a murmur in my ear. “Chocolate, yes, and turquoise.”