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gubler-me-up · 3 years

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Give Me Hallmark

Request: hii can you like do a spencer reid one shot with a fem bau reader and it's christmas, everyone's still working and at the end of the day the reader asks if anyone wants to grab dinner for christmas but almost everyone has plans except for reid so they go out and eat then they walk around with all christmas lights and there's couples everywhere and spencer just confesses his love for her under a mistletoe.

A/N: Thank you for the request, @euphoricdumpsterfire! We love a cute Christmas fic and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post this exactly on Christmas but December 26th works too imo! Hope everyone who celebrated had a Merry Christmas and for those who don’t celebrate I hope you had a fantastic, relaxation day ❤️ Hope you enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: A small mention of alcohol but nothing else

Word count: 3.5k

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Nothing was worse than working during Christmas. For most people that is but you didn’t mind. Your family had decided to go on a cruise for the holiday. They asked you to join but the day you were going to tell them your decision the team had a case in Wyoming. You insisted they go without you and you would visit them as soon they came back.

Christmas’s charm had faded away in your eyes as soon as you reached adulthood. Spending it alone had nearly become a habit of yours. Last year you spent it with a couple of friends and did a cute secret Santa exchange. The Christmas’ before that consisted of just you, a bottle of wine and reruns of your favourite hallmark movies.

As you worked diligently at your desk you couldn’t help notice walk down the steps towards where the four of you were working. You looked up and saw a sight that proved to you Christmas miracles were real. Hotch was smiling and whenever he smiled you knew there was extremely good news to proceed.

“Merry Christmas everyone. You’re off the clock,” he said.

“Off the clock? Hotch, we’ve only been working for five hours,” Spencer said.

“Reid, are you serious right now? A late start and an early finish? Sounds like a deal I’m going to take,” Morgan said as he started to pack up his stuff.

“Have a good rest of your day everyone,” Hotch said before retreating to his office.

You started packing up your stuff as well. You could already hear the opening scene of A Royal Christmas playing in your head. Before you could make your way home, cuddle up on your couch and lose your heart to movies you’ve watched for the past five years, you had to eat.

You looked around at everyone packing up their things to leave as soon as they possibly could. You wanted to eat at your fave Chinese spot instead of ordering takeout this year. You didn’t mind sitting in and dining on your own but you could already anticipate the looks of people dining in and seeing you eating alone. The last time that happened a man in his 70s insisted on joining you to eat and told you how much you reminded him of his wife who had passed away five years earlier.

“Does anyone wanna grab something to eat?” You asked.

“I would love to, Y/N, but I have a ticket to the Bahamas that’s calling my name. I’ll send plenty of pictures,” Emily said as she picked up her purse.

“Make sure you keep them PG-rated,” Morgan joked.

Emily playfully rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t give you a PG-13 picture even if you paid me.”

“Ouch,” he said.

Emily laughed as she told everyone goodbye. As soon as she walked out of the bullpen you knew there was no chance of getting her back. You turned your attention over to Morgan. He saw your gaze and immediately stood up to get out of your sight. You didn’t let him get too far though.

“How about you, Derek? You want to grab some Chinese?” You asked.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. If it was a regular, shmegular day I wouldn’t even think twice about it but since it’s Christmas I have plans I must attend,” he said.

“Oh? And those plans would be?” You inquired.

He shook his head and wiggled his finger at you. “We’re keeping it PG-rated remember? Have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Before you could stop him for another question, he wished everyone a Merry Christmas and bolted out the bullpen. Now there was only you, JJ and Spencer. You saw JJ get up to leave next. She saw you looking at her and gave you a sympathetic smile but you knew her answer already.

“Kids?” You asked.

She nodded. “And husband. Sorry, we’ll go another time for sure.”

You smiled. “Of course. Merry Christmas, J.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

With that she was out of the bullpen. You sighed as you looked over at Spencer. He stood up from his desk and swung his satchel on his shoulder. You were nervous to even ask anyone else let alone him if he was free to go out to eat with you. You knew he would probably be busy with his mother. He had been so stressed out lately about her health you didn’t want to bother him with your loneliness.

You then saw Garcia scurrying out of her office down into the bullpen area. You smiled as you saw her walking your way. You stepped in front of her with a huge smile. You were disappointed to not see the same enthusiasm on her face. Your smile instantly dropped.

“Too busy to get something to eat with me?” You asked.

“Unfortunately I am, my little sugar plum, but I will definitely go with you after the holiday,” she said before embracing you in a big hug.

You sighed and hugged her back. “Merry Christmas, P.”

“Merry Christmas, sweet stuff,” she said before scurrying past you.

You turned around to watch her leave like the rest. You sighed as you were starting to realize you probably were the only one without plans this Christmas. It made you quite sad to think about but you did it to yourself every year. What was one more year of sitting alone at a restaurant and having an old man tell you about his dead wife?

“I can go with you if you’d like, Y/N,” you heard Spencer say.

You looked back around to see him standing just a foot away from you. You were in shock he wasn’t busy as you thought he was going to be. You were even more shocked that he wanted to spend a few hours on Christmas day with you.

“You sure? I thought you’d go to Vegas to spend some time with your mom because of her health,” you said.

“I’m flying out tomorrow morning and I’m already packed, so I have time,” he said.

You stood there still in shock. You didn’t think you would be spending your evening with Spencer especially since it was only the two of you. Your look of shock must have made him weary because he furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind then I’ll just go home,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, no, sorry. We can definitely go together. I’d love to spend my evening having you as my dinner companion.”

He sheepishly smiled. “Great. Should we ask Hotch and Rossi if they want to tag along?”

You chuckled. “Spence, when you reach their age all you want to do with your Christmas is cuddle up with a glass of scotch or whisky.”

He nodded in agreement. “Fair.”

You smiled as you picked up your purse off of your desk. Like the gentleman he was, he offered out his arm for you to hook onto. You didn’t hesitate to grab hold of his bicep and you swore he was flexing for you but that could have been your imagination.

Your favourite Chinese restaurant wasn’t too far from the BAU headquarters. It was only a few blocks down but it took a little longer for you two to get there than it would have been if you were walking by yourself. You enjoyed talking to Spencer and would get lost in every word he would say. From the time you two had left the office, he was talking about some recent discovery in the galaxy and the amount of passion in his voice was admirable.

He was naturally a slower walker compared to your need to fast walk but him talking to you allowed you to bear the brisk winter air for a little longer. The cold didn’t seem to bother him much because he kept looking your way when he was talking to you even though the wind was blowing that way. The way he was smiling at you throughout could have been the reason he was warm because his smile could warm the coldest of nights.

He held the door open to let you in. You blushed and thanked him as you stepped in. Everything he did felt so intimate to you. It felt as if you were at the beginning of your own little Hallmark movie but it could have been your overly active imagination at work again. Maybe it was time for you to retire the Hallmark movies if they were making you think this way.

“For two?” The host asked.

You nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Follow me this way,” she said as she led the way.

She led you both to a booth near the back corner of the restaurant. You both thanked her as she put down your menus. You took off your purse and jacket and tossed them on your seat before scooting in. Spencer followed suit.

As you looked at the menu you couldn’t help but notice Spencer smiling as he looked down at his. You looked up at him with a puzzled look. He looked up from his menu to see your full confused look.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?” You asked.

“Uh, well, I just find it kind of funny,” he said.

“Find what kind of funny?” You asked.

“Out of all the things you could have done on Christmas you wanted to eat at a Chinese restaurant,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Well, if I’m keeping it honest I’ve been craving Chinese for a while and this is one of my favourite spots. I found out a few days ago they have a deal where if you and someone else come in on Christmas Day, you get 50 percent off your meal,” you said.

“Ah, is that why you were asking everyone to tag along?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s probably the lamest way to spend Christmas but I love a good meal and a good price point.”

“I don’t think it’s a lame way to spend Christmas at all. I do this with my mom on most years but instead of Chinese we go eat at Binion’s and indulge in chicken fried lobster.”

You giggled. “I love that. My family went on a cruise I had to miss out on but I’ll see them in a week.”

“Well, if you’re eating on a budget on Christmas Day then you definitely saved yourself some major cash from missing that cruise if that makes you feel better. On average, during a seven-to-eight day cruise passengers spend $212 daily.”

“The way my dad eats he’s probably spending near $300.”

Spencer cracked a wider smile which automatically made you laugh. He broke into a small chuckle once you started it off. You saw the server walking up and automatically calmed down before picking up the menu again. Spencer turned to see the server approach your table. She placed two glasses of water down before taking out her pen and notepad.

“Welcome and Merry Christmas. I would like to start off by mentioning on Christmas we do a special where if two people come in their meal is half off,” she said.

“Oh, I’ve heard,” Spencer said as he looked at you.

You slightly blushed. You didn’t know if it was from the way he looked at you or if it was because you were way too excited about this deal.

“Amazing. Do you two know what you’d like?” She asked.

“Can we get a few more minutes please?” You asked.

“Of course. Would you like any other drink besides water?” She asked.

“No thank you,” you both said in unison.

Your server smiled and nodded before leaving the two of you to look over your menus. It seemed as if he couldn’t keep his eyes on his menu long enough to look over it. His eyes kept wandering up to look at you. Naturally, your eyes wanted to look into his.

“What now?” You giggled.

“How do you feel about looking at Christmas lights?” He asked.

“I love looking at Christmas lights,” you said.

“Awesome. There’s this street in downtown Washington full of them. I think they looked extremely pretty and I thought you’d like them,” he said.

“You thought I’d like them?” You said.

He nodded. “Yeah. I know how much you love Christmas lights, so when I walked by them last night I thought of you.”

“You did?” You asked.

“Yeah. Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I didn’t-”

“No, no, I’m not uncomfortable at all. I’d really love to go with you, Spence,” you assured him.

He smiled and you could see the small fade-in of blush appear on his cheeks. If this was the universe’s way of telling you your Hallmark dreams had come true, it was the best possible way to let you know. You could have never imagined your Christmas would be spent with someone you had a crush on and you loved every second of it. You wanted it to become a Christmas tradition every year.

Once you two were done eating, Spencer paid even after you insisted you would. Before you could even take out your card, he had already paid in cash. You hated how he was always one step ahead of the game but it’s one of many things you adored about him.

It had become pitch dark outside as you two waited outside for a taxi to pass by. When you saw the first one come down the street you waved your arms like a maniac. You being the clumsy person you were nearly lost your balance and fell into the road. Spencer quickly grabbed onto your arm to keep you balanced.

As you two rode in the back of the taxi, you were already admiring the Christmas lights on houses and buildings. Spencer would point out ones on his side and you would look out in amazement. He chuckled every time your face would show any form of excitement or wonder. The drive alone was 45 minutes long but it felt like 10 as Spencer preoccupied your time.

When you reached downtown Washington, Spencer opened your door to let you out. He held out his hand to help you get out. He probably didn’t trust your legs holding you up after your little incident. You closed the door behind you and you two started your journey through the city.

“I think blue Christmas lights are my favourite,” you said.

“How come?” He asked.

“They’re the prettiest colour. It’s bright enough to catch your attention but not too overpowering to hurt your eyes,” you said.

“That’s a good reason to like it,” he said.

You giggled. “No fact to go along with my analysis, doctor?”

He chuckled. “I was trying to hold back but blue is a rare colour in nature but the most preferred colour by choice. Throughout history, it has been a top colour associated with relaxation and lowering blood pressure.”

“Amazing. I was struggling with my blood pressure, you know,” you joked.

He looked at you concerned. “What? Y/N, are you okay? If work is stressing you out, I don’t mind taking some of your workload.”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, Spence, but I might take you up on that offer if I ever do feel stressed out at work. What’s your favourite Christmas light colour?”

He pointed to the Christmas lights to his left. You looked and saw green lights hanging off of a storefront. You widened your eyes at how beautiful they looked. Spencer looked at you and smiled at your expression.

“They’re pretty, huh?” He asked.

“Pretty? They’re gorgeous. I didn’t even realize how beautiful the green lights were until they stood alone,” you said.

“Green’s actually the second most popular colour after blue,” he said.

You smiled. “Seems fitting.”

“Oh and in China green jade symbolizes virtue and beauty,” he said.

“Also very fitting,” you said.

You bit your bottom lip as you realized what you had said. You looked to your right to avoid eye contact with him. You couldn’t bear him asking about what you meant. You pointed to your side at another business that had strung green lights all over their store.

“You were right about green being a second favourite next to blue,” you said.

“George Washington’s favourite colour was green,” he said.

“Maybe there’s an ode to George going on in these streets,” you said.

He chuckled. “Possibly even though he was born in February.”

You laughed at his joke even though he didn’t know it was one. As you two continued walking you couldn’t help but notice all the couples populating the streets. Young couples, old couples, couples with kids. You looked over at Spencer to see his gaze looking from couple to couple as well.

You stared up at him wondering if he too wished they were those couples. Not that you wished you were any couple specifically but just a couple in general. You thought you two would look cute together especially on Christmas.

You soon noticed couples walking past you two smiling. You politely smiled back and so did Spencer. You weren’t sure if they were doing it to be polite or doing it because they thought you two were also a couple. Maybe they also saw the potential you two had together.

You sighed and decided it was best to turn your attention back to the lights. Again you saw green Christmas lights brighten a toy store’s front display. You don’t think you’ve ever seen so many green lights in your life. You started to think he had set this up.

“Spence, everyone has green lights up. I think they surpass blue in popularity now,” you said.

“Where do you see them?” He asked.

“Oh, you poor thing. I forgot you’re not wearing your glasses. They’re kind of small and on the inside showcase,” you said as you dragged him by his hand to the toy store.

As you two walked up to the store you could see his face lighten up when he saw the lights. You smiled at how excited he was to see all these green lights. As you recalled green and purple were his favourite colours so seeing all this green probably made him overly excited.

“Everywhere’s green for you, Spence,” you said.

“You know, many people don’t know this but green is the colour of love since it’s associated with Venus,” he said.

“Someone on this street must love you a lot then if they’re hanging up all these green lights,” you said.

“If you didn’t do it then I don’t want whoever did,” he said.

You looked at him in shock. You gave him a second to correct himself or at least elaborate for you but he didn’t. Once he said what he had to say, he stayed quiet as if he was waiting for you to say the next few words.

“Wait, repeat that and please say it with your chest this time so I know I heard you correctly,” you said in disbelief.

“I like you a lot, Y/N. More than words could ever express. I know you might not feel the same way but I just had to get it off my chest,” he said.

As he said that it felt as if the whole world went silent. You took in every word he said and it still didn’t feel real to you. You looked up at him as he waited anxiously for you to respond. You then looked up to see a stream of mistletoe hanging above you two. You looked back at him.

“You wanna know how I really feel?” You asked.

“Ye-”

Before he could fully respond to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and nearly jumped into him to kiss his soft lips. He grabbed you by your waist to keep you close to him as your tongues exchanged names. You didn’t want to stop but you were curious to see his reaction to what you just did. It was priceless.

He stared at you in a mix of confusion, happiness and love. You uncontrollably giggled at his expression. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone express three different emotions in one go before.

“You know, I did always want to star in my own Hallmark movie,” you joked.

“I’m glad I could give that to you,” he said.

“I think there’s one more thing you could give to me,” you said.

“Anything. What is it?” He asked.

“Another kiss,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’d kiss you forever.”

He leaned in and you didn’t hesitate to latch onto his lips. Even though the cold breeze was shaking you to the core, your happiness kept you going. You couldn’t possibly go back to watching Hallmark movies after getting the real thing. Besides you felt after this moment your next Christmas’ would be spent in Vegas at Binion’s eating chicken fried lobster.

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dreamboatisland · 4 years

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abandoned love | d.d.

Summary: When David gets a new girlfriend, you didn’t expect to be forgotten amongst the midst of it all.

Word Count: 1420

A/N: Hey yall, this was actually the first piece I ever wrote for the vlog squad. It’s kinda hard to believe that the first fic I wrote was about David and now I mainly write for Jeff. So, I hope it’s okay! Also kinda satisfying that my first david fic had the word count include 420.

It was no secret that David was in love with you. Well in love was probably exaggerating it a bit. More appropriate would be that he had a giant crush on you. Most of the time it was evident by the way he would always make sure you were taken care of. Whether that be by making sure you weren’t hungry or thirsty or if you were comfortable in the situation you were in. And needless to say, but it was nice. It was nice to always have someone there who actually cared for you. And unknowing to anyone else, you had a crush on him too. Have ever since he accidentally hit you with his camera when you first met him. But keeping your friendship intact forced any thoughts of a relationship out of your mind.

That was until she came into the picture. Her with the dark brown locks. The radiant smile. The glowing skin. She was absolutely gorgeous and a part of you could admit that you were jealous of her. Not all because of how she looked and behaved, but the more for the fact that she slowly took David away from you. Which ultimately wouldn’t have been a bad thing since you were always there to support David, but it led to you being nothing more than a way to get content from him.

It started slowly. Him forgetting you were there when he was filming, which was a small change, but one many around you noticed. Not returning your calls or texts and not responding to your messages, something that was strange to you and realizing you didn’t like. After some time, you didn’t appear in the vlogs as much as you used to, and this was when the fans noticed. They wondered if you guys were still friends. And even though the whole internet could tell that things were wrong between you two, you didn’t pay much attention to it. Mainly associated it with him getting a girlfriend. All you wanted to be was supportive, especially since his last public relationship was a couple of years ago.

The moment it became evident that you really lost him to her was when they all decided to travel to Las Vegas without you. Everyone sent you a text to see if you were ready. What they didn’t realize was that David never told you about it.

So rather than confuse anyone, you told them you wouldn’t be able to go because of work.

But you were upset by this information. Even considered going to his house to confront him about it, but you didn’t want to cause a scene. If he didn’t want to invite you and be associated with you anymore, then so be it.

It was hard to disassociate yourself with someone you once considered a close friend, probably more accurate, a best friend. The posts on social media didn’t make it any better. All you felt was anger when you noticed how happy they seemed. Which then led to you being upset at the fact that you were angry when all you wanted for him was happiness. And he got that. What you didn’t expect was for it to be at the cost of your friendship.

And when they returned from Las Vegas after spending a few days there, it wasn’t a surprise that the only person to contact you was Erin. Always being closer to her in the vlog squad than most of the others.

After much contemplation on your part, you decided to meet up with her after coming back from her trip. She was the first friend you made before meeting all of the vlog squad. They couldn’t really take her away from you.

Which is why you were here, outside your local coffee shop, getting breakfast and catching up with her.

“So, what have you been up to? I know you said you were picking up a lot of extra shifts, but there aren’t that many shifts where you can’t respond to a simple text.”

All you can do is look down at your plate of food. Not wanting to tell her you’ve been feeling left out for a while and decided to cut all ties silently.

“Nothing, but I am thinking about starting my own youtube channel. Sort of a help guide channel for others. But I really don’t know where to start.”

Always being good at directing the conversation away from topics you didn’t want to talk about, that’s what you did.

“Why don’t you come and help Carly and me with some videos. Maybe it’ll help you see how to go about starting?” You can tell she’s being sincere when you look at her eyes. “Well as much help as Carly and I can give you.”

You quickly take her up on her offer and decide to accompany them on their Starbucks taste testing videos they film. Deciding it would probably be the one video that isn’t filmed near David or the others.

But you should have known that Erin knew you pretty well by now. She’s known something has been wrong with you since before the trip. When you started to become distant. Before, she tied it to problems with your job. Until she realized the reason why. David.

So that’s when she decided she would invite David for the video as well. It was time for you to gain the courage to speak your thoughts and for him to recognize what he was doing was wrong. The two of you needed to talk things out. Knowing this would probably upset you, she decided to take the risk. Better to try and salvage your relationship than to have you both lose each other.

It was no surprise to her when she picked you up and your eyes grew as wide as saucers. She was expecting it when your eyes fell upon David in the drivers’ seat. He seemed to be confused and quite shocked as well. Not knowing Erin was going to direct him to you. But he couldn't exactly leave you, so he waited patiently for you to get in the backseat with Carly with Jason in the very back.

All conversation was tuned out from your mind while you tried to get a grip of yourself. Until Carly asked what you wanted from the menu. Putting yourself back in reality you quickly gave her your usual order.

Remembering that you were here to learn from Carly and Erin, you put your focus back on them and what they were filming. Once you focused on just them and how they communicated to the camera, you began to enjoy yourself. There were a lot of helpful tips that were sure to help you both with a camera and how to go about starting a channel.

That was until they left you alone with David. The silence seemed to make him uncomfortable. And you guessed that’s why he began talking to you. “I don’t know if this matters to you, but I broke up with her.” Which caused your eyes to go wide for the second time that day.

“I’m really sorry I stopped all contact with you. I just couldn’t didn’t want this relationship to end exactly like my last one. Ended because we let ourselves drift apart. But I didn’t mean to cut you out. I didn’t even realize what I had done until I came back from Las Vegas and you weren’t there to keep me company while I edit. To accompany me during our late-night drives. Or to cuddle with me when we’re going to bed. I didn’t end the relationship because of you, but I did because I realized something. All along I was looking for someone where support and being there for each other would come naturally. To have someone to hold and to love. And I was looking in the wrong place. I should have realized this sooner. There was a reason why I never dated anyone else. You were that reason. I already had you, but I didn’t realize. And I’m sorry.”

He’s playing with the strings on his hoodie and you can’t help but to tilt his head towards yours and kiss him. Shocked at first, he doesn’t move. Until he feels your fingers glide across his cheek. Softly, his hands grip your waist and he pulls you into his embrace.

And you both don’t let each other go until Carly, Erin, and Jason come back.

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik one shot #david dobrik x reader #vlog squad #vlog squad imagine

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fanfic-corner · 3 years

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Bed Sharing

I created this list probably about a month or so ago, and I remember being so hopeful for the finale. I never dreamt we would get semi-canon Destiel, but I also never imagined the finale would be that disappointing. I will be posting a list of 15x20 fics, but for now, take this fluff and ignore your problems for a while.

Lock and Key by tricia_16 on AO3. (144,500 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Bookstore Owner Castiel, Musician Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Keeping Secrets, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Smut, Virgin Castiel, Angry Sex, Dubious Content, Recreational Drug Use, Fluff, Dating, Song Lyrics, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: In a world where people get songs stuck in their heads whenever their soulmate is singing out loud, Castiel discovers that being soulmates with an aspiring singer/songwriter can be taxing, to say the least. Finding said soulmate, learning that he's the most attractive human being on the face of the earth, and then not being able to tell him he’s meant for you? It turns out that's even worse. Not having a soulmate is just the icing on the cake on an already crappy life, if you ask Dean. He wants to sell his songs, but he's terrified of singing them himself. He wants to be a mechanic, but he's stuck selling parts, instead. He wants to kiss the ever loving fuck out of Sam's girlfriend's boss, too, but the guy's holding out for his soulmate, which of course means Dean doesn't even have a shot....right?

Notes: The pure terror that struck me at the end of chapter one nearly made me dip out of this, but I stuck through it, and was 100% rewarded with the ending (I screamed. I think everyone is worried about me now).

Stand By Me by whelvenwings on AO3. (31,252 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Slow Dancing, Smut, First Kiss, Canon-Typical Violence, Touch-Starved Dean, Love Confessions.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has been alone for a long, long time. When he and Castiel happen to find each other - a couple of survivors in a world that’s been all but wiped clean - Dean’s looking for his brother; Castiel is looking for something to look for. They stick together, because neither of them much wants to be alone. They hate each other at first, of course. Dean hates Castiel for being weird and quiet and ironic and antagonistic and proud. Castiel hates Dean for being blunt and reckless and coarse, for drinking, for refusing to talk about how he feels and just pretending everything is fine. Most of all, they hate themselves and each other just for being alive. What right do they have to be alive? No one else seems to be. But against his own will, Dean starts to notice things about Castiel that he likes. Starts to hope that Castiel might like him, too. And together, they start to fight for a world where they're both alive - and that's a good thing.

Notes: I know I have recced this multiple times before but it is one of my all time favourite fics so I won’t apologise! It is so cute, and it has everything you could ask for in a fic.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (28,112 words).

Tags: Minor Donna/Jody, Minor Eileen/Sam, Detective Dean Winchester, Lieutenant Castiel, Undercover as Married, Suburbia, Drug Use, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Love Confessions, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Dean Winchester.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant. Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humour, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners. But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Notes: I am screaming, that was so f*cking cute! And the artwork was gorgeous, too. Also, now I ship Jody and Donna. Cas gave off such Holt vibes in this, I was convinced I accidentally started reading a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic (do those exist?)

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering on AO3. (74,198 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fake Marriage, Human Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester, Touch-Starved Castiel, Mutual Pining, Jealous Dean Winchester, Slow Burn, Depressed Castiel, Fake/ Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: 16 months ago, Cas became human. 12 months ago, Cas left the bunker and a broken-hearted Dean behind. Now they must work a case together, where married couples are dying mysterious deaths and the only way to earn the neighbors' trust is by pretending to be married. Slowly, Dean finds that he loves being in a relationship with Cas, fake or not, and Cas finds his loneliness retreating, despite the harsh reality looming right around the corner. As Dean and Cas navigate this fake, but all too real, relationship, can they find the monster that is on a mysteriously motivated killing spree before it’s too late?

Notes: So cute! My favourite trope! And, as an added bonus, the sharing of a bed.

flowers in the backyard by justkeeponwriting on AO3. (34,710 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Homeless Castiel, Domestic Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Minor Character Death, References to Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: After Uncle Bobby’s death, Dean goes to check up on the cabin that he’s inherited. Dean hasn’t been at the cabin for years, but he knows Bobby hasn’t renovated it in ages, so he isn’t very thrilled to be saddled with it. Upon arrival, he notices that unlike he expected, it’s not unoccupied, nor falling apart – instead, a stranger called Castiel has made it into his home.

Notes: This was such a relaxing and gentle read, I nearly fell asleep after I finished it! Cas & Dean’s tentative relationship was written absolutely beautifully, too.

What Happened In Vegas by Ltleflrt on AO3. (18,447 words).

Tags: Sam/Eileen, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Teacher Dean, Photographer Castiel, Las Vegas Wedding, Secret Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Switch Dean, Switch Castiel, Fluff.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Long time friends Dean and Castiel are road tripping from Chicago to San Diego for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, and a pitstop in Las Vegas turns into drunken love confessions and a surprise marriage. Turns out the pining has been mutual this whole time, but now they’re finally together and on cloud-fucking-nine. Until they remember that this trip isn’t supposed to be about them. To avoid undermining Sam and Eileen’s important weekend, they decide to keep their new relationship status a secret. They’ll keep the heart eyes toned down and their hands to themselves, but the struggle is real.

Notes: Oh my lord, this was absolutely hilarious (especially that last piece of art - I totally lost it) and adorable. I can totally imagine Dean and Cas getting a cheesy Vegas wedding, and we can all dig Elvis (sorry).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie on AO3. (4,942 words).

Tags: Human Castiel, Diners, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Case Fic, Domestic, Didn’t Know They Were Dating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Notes: This was so cute and I live for human Cas. I also love the recurring ‘no fucking quipping’ joke in this, although the idea of Cas swearing broke me a bit!

Sharing the Rain Dog by almaasi on AO3. (19,837 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternative Universe - Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, Dogs, Pets, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, Living Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

Notes: Rain Dog was so cute, and so was flustered Dean! The hitting a dog joke is starting to get out of hand, though.

This Game We Play by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (1,195 words).

Tags: High School AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Bed Sharing.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They've always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he's been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

Notes: This was adorable. I am 100% here for Cas and Dean being childhood friends.

Minty Fresh Kisses by almaasi on AO3. (7,905 words).

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Motel Rooms, Teeth, Dean in Love, Human Castiel, First Kiss, Pancakes, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Dean POV, One Shot.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean teaches a newly-human Castiel how to brush his teeth properly. Things don't go according to plan – but for once, the unexpected development actually presents a more promising outcome.

Notes: This was so sweet, and Cas was so cute as a human! Also, I love fics where Sam is just done with the constant sexual tension, it always makes me laugh.

Wee Little Love Child by almaasi on AO3. (10,649 words).

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Kid Fic, Team Free Will, De-Aged Sam Winchester, Cursed Sam Winchester, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Sam Winchester ships Dean/Cas, Matchmaker Rowena, Parent Castiel, Parent Dean, Affectionate Dean, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: After being magically de-aged, little Sammy is under the impression that Dean and Cas are his parents. He wants to know if they're in love, but they can't (or won't) give a consistent answer. The thing is, they have to grant Sam's greatest wish in order to reverse the curse, but they can only do that as a pair. What does Sam want most? For Dean and Cas to express their true feelings. Aloud. To each other.

Notes: Aw, I love Rowena, and I am 100% here for her cursing Sam just to get Dean and Cas to stop being idiots and actually get together.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again: the fans are in control now. We control the Supernatural content we are getting, so please create the ending you would want to see. And, if anyone wants to talk or rant or suggest a fic, I am always here.

#bed sharing #destiel #spnfamily #supernatural #fanfiction #ficrec

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Forbidden: Part 3: Madness

This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Some content in the first part are direct words from TRR Book 3, Chapter 16. The MC, Bragnae Bennett, and story is created and owned by this author.

Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)

Alternate Universe Theme: The Queen of Cordonia as an adulteress

Pairing: King Liam x MC / Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett – *pronounced Brawn-yah)

Warnings for this series: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language, heavy angst, drama of course, very steamy sex scenes in each part -- IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ THIS SERIES. Also, if you do not like reading smut, especially mine, please do not read this series.

Series Description: Forbidden is an extremely steamy story that takes place in Cordonia picking up the night of Bragnae’s bachelorette party in Las Vegas. She accepted King Liam’s proposal, despite also being in love with Drake. But when Liam gives Bragnae permission to have one last fling before they’re hitched, she chooses Drake.

Even though Bragnae tells him their dalliance is for one night only, Drake can’t seem to let it go. Once they return to Cordonia and the King marries his betrothed, Drake convinces Bragnae to embrace the forbidden pleasure of being with him in addition to filling her role as queen – consequences be damned.

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A/N: Ooh, boy! This chapter took me a while to write. I think because it needed to be done right! I hope you enjoy it. As a reminder, if you’re not a fan of adultery, please don’t read this. I’m having fun with this fic, so I hope you’re enjoying it and not taking it too seriously. It is an alternate universe after all.

Warnings for this chapter: NSFW, Adult content, sex, suggestive and strong language

Word Count for this chapter: 10,042

Setting for this chapter: Liam left for Lythikos. How will Bragnae spend her day away from the King?

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Part 3: Madness

Drake took a deep breath staring at the pearls on the doorknob. Walking into that room meant two things for him. Two things that were ripping his conscience apart. Stepping over the threshold would be him deciding to engage in an affair with the Queen of Cordonia, who also happened to be the love of his life. In addition, it meant that he’d be betraying his best friend, the King, and that was something he wasn’t particularly fond of, but prepared for nonetheless.

His desire for Bragnae had most certainly outweighed his better judgment. Lying, cheating, and sneaking around was never his thing. His parents raised him better than that. Aside from tempering his uncontrollable and desperate need to touch her, it was Drake’s hope that this affair, however long it would last, would be enough to convince Bragnae to step down as queen and be with him forever.

As insane as it was to engage in such a deplorable act, the dream of being with her made it all worth it.

Drake took the necklace off the brass doorknob and slipped them into his pocket. With one more glance to each side of him, he opened the door and stepped through to one of the palace’s many guest bedrooms.

Bragnae stood there facing him bracing her hands on the foot of the bed behind her. Her chin tucked in, her chest moved up and down with her frequent breaths. She peered at him with a burning desire through those long lashes of hers. Her determined look taunted him.

Drake closed the door behind him never taking his eyes off of her. Two strides was all it took to reach her before he drew her to him. He wrapped his arms around her legs to hoist her up, Bragnae’s hands holding his face while their lips connected in a fiery, desperate kiss.

Slowly turning around, Drake backed up until he felt the foot of the bed hit the back of his legs. He fell backwards onto the mattress reveling in the feeling of her body on top of his. His hands immediately went to work on the buttons of her blouse as she continued to skillfully occupy his mouth with her tongue.

Bragnae hurriedly shrugged off her top before he pinched the hook of her bra to release its hold on her jaw-dropping breasts. Pressing her chest against his, she eagerly found his lips again. The way she moved against him made his body quiver with anticipation.

It had been nearly two weeks since their dalliance in Las Vegas, two weeks of longing for her touch, the feel of her skin against his. Now, he finally had her in his arms, and he needed more. Drake rolled Bragnae to her back straddling her legs.

He pulled off his t-shirt and threw it to the floor. The tight pencil skirt she was wearing prohibited the movement of her legs, and he needed them wide open and flexible. Drake dipped down to capture her lips again, kneading her breasts at the same time. She moaned in agreement, making him strain against his jeans.

Drake sat up, watching her squirm beneath him as he gradually removed her skirt and panties. His eyes raked hungrily over her toned body. She reached for him unsuccessfully, panting. Seeing her need for him, her pleading eyes locking onto his, was such a turn-on. He craved her just as much, but allowed himself another moment to soak her in.

The corner of his mouth turned up in the smirk he knew she loved to see. He kneeled on the bed, looking down at her, as he unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper of his jeans down. Her eyes dropped below his waist. The anticipation made her fidget and whimper for more.

In that moment, she was his, and the thought of it empowered him. He felt revived from his past hurt of not being able to have her. Now, she laid restlessly naked before him pining for his touch, desperate for him to be inside her. She might be wearing the king’s ring, but Drake would be the one claiming her now, satisfying her every intimate need.

He reached inside his pants to reveal his throbbing erection, watching her face the whole time. It was becoming a thrill to see her impatient and lustful reactions, but he wouldn’t make her wait much longer. Drake shucked off the rest of his clothes, and kneed her legs open so he could settle between them. Her body was warm and welcoming.

Bragnae grasped at his shoulders to keep him close as they kissed again. Her hips thrusted up into his, not so subtly begging him to enter her. He smiled against her lips, feeling villainous as he relished the way she writhed beneath him, wanting him.

Even though she had showed on many occasions in the past that she wanted to be with him, her ultimate decision to spend the rest of her life with Liam was a major blow to his pride and to his heart. Today, even if it was only in secret, she chose to be with him despite the ramifications. It was exactly what he needed to boost his confidence and mend his aching heart.

Ending her torture, Drake reached between them to line himself up with her before slowly pushing in. He watched her eyes flutter and her mouth drop open as she moaned in relief. He groaned feeling her hot walls expand around him as he filled her.

It had been several days since he had released any sexual tension in his body, so feeling her now was almost paralyzing. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment to regain his composure. Bragnae tilted her chin up, tenderly kissing him.

“Drake,” she whispered. “Tell me you love me.” Even though they had made their feelings known in separate instances, they had yet to express it this way. The way it should have been said long ago.

He pulled up to look into her eyes, both of them panting. “I love you, Bragnae.” To the moon and back, he did. He would love her until his dying breath.

She cupped his cheek peering up at him with her enchanting amber eyes. “I love you too.” God, hearing her say that awakened his soul. She was irresistible in every sense of the word. She loved him. She was naked and ready beneath him. She wanted him.

Drake’s abs flexed as he found a steady pace of thrusts, reeling himself closer to paradise with each one. Her warmth and slickness was intoxicating, making him feel like he could lose control at any second. Bragnae tightened her knees on either side of him, her breathing growing even more ragged than before as she let out a satisfying scream.

Already hit her climax. So hot. He loved the pleasured sounds she’d make. He lived for it. Moving faster through her pulsing and beckoning walls, he knew he’d only last a few moments longer. He badly sought the incredible release that only she could give him.

Hissing a breath between his gritted teeth, Drake tensed as the world stopped spinning. Nothing else mattered except Bragnae and the mind-numbing pleasure that spread throughout his entire body. Careful not to lay all of his weight on her, Drake rested his weakened self on top of her.

She kissed him sweetly on his temple, massaging his head slowly with her fingers. “We needed that.”

Drake chuckled lazily. “Yeah. That’s the understatement of the year.” He turned his head to kiss her before moving to lay on the bed.

Bragnae nestled into the nook between his arm and chest. It was where she rested after every time they slept together. Holding her against him where she fit perfectly was quickly becoming a favorite of his. Drake briefly wondered if this was their thing, or if she also cuddled with Liam this way after they had sex.

He shut down that line of thought fast not wanting to ruin the time he had with her. Drake exhaled a contented sigh and got comfortable holding her in his arms. She drew lazy circles over his chest, which was also becoming one of his new favorite things.

“So, how do you feel now that we’ve crossed that line?” Drake asked.

A few seconds passed without a response. “Shameful.”

It worried Drake that he felt more disappointment in her response than he did agreement. “Does that mean you’re having second thoughts about doing this?” He braced himself for the answer he didn’t want to hear.

Bragnae raised her head to look at him, resting her chin on his chest. “No. As much as I hate myself for doing this to Liam, I have to be with you. It feels wrong not to be…as messed up as that is.”

No more holding back. If he wanted her to be with him for good, he’d have to keep being open about what he was thinking and feeling. She needed it, and she deserved it. “I’ve tried to live without you. It wasn’t pretty.” Recalling the past week, Drake was positive he had damaged his liver with the amount of alcohol he consumed trying to get over her.

“I never thought I’d be in a situation like this…in love with a married woman, willing to go behind my best friend’s back to be with her. It’s not ideal, but Bennett,” he covered her hand on his chest, “I can’t go on without you.”

“I’m sorry you were so upset because of me.” A look of regret consumed her face.

Drake squeezed her hand avoiding her gaze. “It wasn’t because of you. It was all me.” He took a deep breath looking her in the eye again. “I didn’t tell you how I felt, and I missed a big opportunity to be with you. Now, I have to live with that. I’m just grateful you agreed to let me have this part of you, even if it has to be all cloak-and-dagger.”

Bragnae inched her way closer to his face. “You’ve had my heart since the beginning, Drake. And now, you have my body. Any way you want it. They’re both yours.”

Drake smiled at her sentiment, but in the back of his mind he fought it. There was still one other man that occupied her heart, and definitely had first rights to her body. He wasn’t sure if she truly meant it, or if there’d ever come a time where she wouldn’t allow Drake to claim her anymore, but he wouldn’t dwell on it. They came together in a tender kiss that quickly became playfully deeper.

He held her tightly to him letting the kiss end by its own volition, rolling to their sides to face each other. “You know, aside from the shitty, immoral feelings we have about doing this, our affair doesn’t have to be full of just drama and secrets. It can actually be very fun.” He added a flirtatious smile to emphasize his point.

“Oh, yeah?” She was definitely intrigued. “Tell me more.”

“Well, other than all the hot, mind-blowing sex we’ll have, it will be exciting to come up with ways to sneak off to be with each other. The pearls were a clever touch, by the way, but that won’t always be an option. Sometimes, we’ll have to be more discreet, especially with Liam around.”

A wicked grin transformed her lips. “You and I have been very good at sneaking away without notice before during Liam’s first engagement. The late night dinner in Italy, the pool hall in France,” she bit her lip as the erotic memories made her cheeks flush.

He felt a delicious warmth spread to his loins as he, too, recalled their stolen moments together. Their shared meal in the hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant was originally intended as a way to spend some time alone with her, getting to know her, and yes, he had been hopeful he’d get to kiss her, but didn’t want to pursue it out of respect for her feelings for Liam. Luckily, she did.

He fell for her even more that night as she listened to him tell her about memories of his father and him growing up, and the tender way she kissed him afterwards let him know she cared about him. He wasn’t just a pretty face she was lusting after – not that he ever considered himself a pretty boy. But knowing she was into him for more than just his looks meant a lot.

Playing pool with her when they had stopped in France was a completely different adventure. They really pushed the envelope with the flirty, torturous game full of temptation that had nothing to do with billiards. She had stripped down to her bra and panties as a way to distract him, and boy, did it work. He had never been so hard in his life – well, up until that point of course.

She had asked – no, demanded a kiss from him as her prize for winning the game, and he reluctantly agreed. Reluctant only out of fear he wouldn’t be able to stop, and thus hurting Liam’s chances at being with her. Had the attendant at the bar not interrupted them before he had a chance to remove her soaked panties, he would have laid her back on that pool table and fucked her hard.

“It was always such a turn-on,” Bragnae continued, “and we weren’t even having sex yet. This time, it’ll be even hotter.”

“It will also be more dangerous.” He said with a more serious tone. “You’re the queen now. You will always have eyes on you, so we have to be careful. But the danger can be part of the excitement too. The possibility of getting caught will always be there, and I guarantee that you will come harder than you ever have before because it’s forbidden.”

Bragnae drew in a sharp breath, and looked at him with heat in her eyes. “Oh my. I just got the chills. Say that again.”

Drake smirked, rolling her to her back again. He placed a warm kiss on her neck, making his way back up to her mouth before catching her bottom lip with his teeth. “What we’re doing is forbidden.” A flirty laugh sounded in her throat as he kissed her heartily. The hot topic made him hard again, and he knew just how to cure it.

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Liam smiled for one last picture with Olivia and a group of children for the opening of Lythikos’ brand new orphanage. Olivia had requested the king be present for this momentous occasion to not only show his support to the orphans and Lythikos, but to also provide him a great public relations opportunity.

Not that he needed to intentionally try to raise his popularity – he was already a well-liked king. His youth and fresh ideas, especially succeeding his father, was a pleasant change in Cordonia.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I know the children really enjoyed having you here today to help dedicate the orphanage.” Olivia stepped closer to him and smiled.

“It was a pleasure. Although, Queen Bragnae would have enjoyed this as well. She was an orphan herself, if you’ll remember.” Only a couple hours after leaving her, he already missed his wife. “If you would have told me ahead of time what we’d be doing, maybe she could have come along.”

Olivia bowed her head slightly. “My apologies, Your Majesty. I should have been more thoughtful. There are a few more matters I’d like to discuss with you before you head back to the palace tomorrow. Would you do me the privilege of joining me in my study in an hour?”

“I’d be happy to, Duchess Olivia. I’ll see you then.” Liam pulled his phone out of his pocket, and walked toward his limousine. He instructed his driver to take him back to his suite at Olivia’s home as he got into the vehicle.

Pulling up Bragnae’s number, he called her. The phone rang a few times with no answer. He smiled when he heard her voice over the recording. He decided to leave a message. “Hey, baby. I just wanted to check in with you. I hope you’re having a good day so far. I miss you and I wish you were here with me.” He sighed thinking about her. “I have a few other things to do today, so I’ll check in with you later. I love you.”

Liam ended the call, laying his head back on the seat. He closed his eyes wishing he was back at the palace instead of on his way back to Olivia’s estate. God only knew what she wanted to discuss with him.

Liam checked his phone again on his way to the study to meet Olivia. Still no response from Bragnae. He frowned. But then, he reminded himself that she was probably busy learning the inner workings of her new role as queen, and they’d talk later.

Liam knocked on the door, and after hearing the Duchess’ welcome, he opened it and walked in. His mouth hung open in surprise when he spotted Olivia laying seductively on a green velvet chaise lounge wearing only a see through black robe, thigh-high stockings and a pair of black heels. She peered up at him mischievously.

“Olivia, what are you doing?” He closed the door, but stayed near it to keep his distance from the Scarlett Duchess that apparently wanted to do more than talk.

“You are many things, King Liam, but stupid isn’t one of them.” She stood gracefully allowing gravity to part her robe to reveal her naked skin beneath it. “You’re a bold man who appreciates bold gestures.”

His attention was drawn to her pale breasts and taut, pink nipples that were begging to be pinched, licked, bitten… Liam’s eyes traveled down to the curly, red landing strip of hair leading to her small lips. He swallowed, feeling his dick jump in his pants. Liam looked away blowing out a breath. She was a beautiful woman – sexy even, but it was wrong to look at her that way.

“I know you enjoy looking at me. I can see it in your eyes. I can see the blush of arousal in your cheeks.”

Liam narrowed her eyes at her. He didn’t like how easily she could read him even though it wasn’t hard to guess his reaction in that situation. It was something she’d been able to do since they were kids, and it still bothered him.

“Ooh. Keep giving me that smoldering look, Liam. You’re making me so wet.” Her tongue rolled over her bottom lip as she stood there confidently with a hand on each hip.

Growing up a prince, he always had girls throwing themselves at him. It was something he thoroughly enjoyed, even now. It was an ego boost, and he loved the attention, but he had to be careful. “You should cover yourself up, Olivia.” Of course he liked looking at her. She wasn’t wrong, but any more of that kind of talk with her body exposed that way could lead somewhere it shouldn’t.

She sashayed over to him letting the robe slip off her shoulders completely. Liam looked away again. Olivia was an audacious woman, and proved it any chance she could. Today was no exception. She stood close to him, her breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel her nipples poking him though his suit jacket, bringing his attention back to them.

“See? I knew you didn’t want me to cover up. I know you, Liam. I can always tell what you’re thinking.” She paused to look him over. “I want you to look at me. I want you to want me. Tell me, Your Majesty, do you still think about the hot sex we had?”

Liam wished she hadn’t brought that up. “It was only the one time.”

“Yes, but it wasn’t that long ago. In fact, it was so recent that I can still remember the way your mouth felt when you covered my body with kisses, when your tongue made me scream so loud, and when your long dick reached far inside me giving me one orgasm after another.”

“Olivia.” Liam clenched his teeth, and looked toward the ceiling hoping to tame the erection that threatened to give him away.

“You’re such a talented and generous lover.” She leaned forward to grab the lapel of his jacket with her teeth, letting a sexy groan rumble in her throat as she pulled back to look at him again. “I also remember making you come so hard you nearly passed out. Bet you haven’t forgotten that. Has the queen ever made you come that hard?”

Liam’s eyes found hers. “Sex with Bragnae is amazing. Always has been. I can’t get enough of it.” Maybe his immediate and confident response would get her to back down.

“Always the diplomat. That wasn’t a definitive ‘yes’, Liam. I’m sure she’s more than satisfying in bed, but how does she compare to a fiery redhead than can provoke a pleasure in you that teeters on the brink of consciousness?”

Liam closed his eyes, unable to escape the memory of the unforgettable orgasm he had with her. He swore he saw stars as soon as he came. He didn’t know if it was the way she rolled her hips, or if it was because she was so incredibly tight, or the fact that he needed that particular release that night, but it was certainly an experience for the books. "I love my wife, Olivia.”

“No one said you didn’t.” Her hands flattened against his chest as she spoke. “I know you didn’t want me to be queen, and that’s fine. I get it. I’m abrasive, fierce, and very independent. Those aren’t exactly the traits you want in a woman ruling by your side. Bragnae was a great choice. She’s kind, smart, and she’s got great tits. She’ll be a remarkable queen, both beautiful and caring.”

“What’s your point?” He wanted her to end the conversation. If she stood any closer, she’d be able to feel how attentive he really was.

“I’m not looking to fill that position. I’ve got enough on my plate running this duchy, and I’m perfectly content with that. But I still want you, and I’m pretty sure you want me too. I’d be very willing to be whatever you wanted me to be. You just have to tell me what you want.”

Olivia ran her hand down his chest, approaching the growing bulge in his pants. Liam’s hand caught hers in a firm grasp, locking his gaze with hers.

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Bragnae was running late to her appointment with her majordomo, Alice, when she rushed out of the bathroom to put a fresh set of clothes on. She had spent the entire morning with Drake in a random bedroom in the palace, and lost track of time.

She was to meet Alice at 11:30 a.m. for a tour of the queen’s spaces and a few other things she needed to be caught up on. It was five minutes past that time, and she still wasn’t dressed. She had needed to shower after working up a glorious sweat with Drake, not to mention clean up the mess between her legs that accumulated from many orgasms between the two of them.

Bragnae threw on a light blue dress that was both conservative and flattering on her. Stepping into matching heels, she grabbed her phone that was left behind in her bedroom to see a missed call from Liam. Shit. She checked the time. He called an hour ago.

Her stomach dropped and guilt spread throughout her body. Putting the phone up to her ear, she listened to his voicemail, and smiled. He’s so sweet. And I’m a terrible, rotten person. While he was calling to say he missed her, she was cheating on him.

Bragnae sank to the bench at the foot of their bed holding her phone to her chest. It was so easy to say she didn’t regret sleeping with Drake when she was with him, but now, alone in the bedroom she shared with her husband, she felt awful. She loved Liam, but she knew she also loved Drake.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, she stood straightening her dress. The road ahead would be risky and possibly messy. Who the hell knew if this would last or if she’d get caught right away? Bragnae was a terrible liar, and she had absolutely no poker face to conceal what she was actually thinking or feeling. How could she be so stupid to engage in this knowing that about herself?

She decided to leave the chastising for later since she was now over ten minutes late for her appointment. Tucking her phone into a small clutch, along with a lip gloss, mints and a small mirror, she headed out the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Alice,” Bragnae said breathlessly as she briskly walked up to her. Alice was a shorter woman with strawberry blonde hair. She was older than Bragnae, but not by much. Her pale, youthful skin and a few perfectly placed freckles over her nose gave an innocent charm to her appearance.

Alice bowed. “Good morning, Your Majesty. Please don’t apologize. A queen is never late; everyone else is simply early.” She offered Bragnae a kind smile, speaking in a proper tone that sounded elegant, not snooty.

Bragnae beamed. “I think you and I are going to get along just fine, Alice. Thank you for understanding. Now, what’s on the docket for today?”

“First, I’ll be taking you on a special tour of the palace – one that you most likely have not explored before you became queen. It’s important that you know the palace inside and out for your safety and convenience.” Alice stood with her hands behind her back. “And His Majesty asked me to show you to your Queen’s Quarters as well. He had it completely refurbished for you while you both were on your honeymoon.”

“Wow.” Bragnae was stunned and full of guilt again. “He’s so thoughtful.” She smiled.

“Yes, Your Majesty. The king is most generous. Shall we start the tour?”

Alice was right. She had led Bragnae to places around the palace that she had yet to discover. As they walked together, Alice caught her up on names of the servants and a bit of their backgrounds, her expected daily schedule, and the duties she’d have as queen.

Bragnae paid attention, but for some reason she couldn’t get Drake and Liam out of her mind. Everywhere Alice took her was a place where she and Liam would make memories as ruling monarchs, but her eyes also scanned the room for potential escape routes to sneak off with Drake. She was ashamed of her thoughts, but they just wouldn’t cease.

“And for our final stop, your Queen’s Quarters, as promised, Your Majesty.” Alice opened a gold plated door with a key, and allowed Bragnae to step in first.

The walls were a beautiful lavender with white trim. There were a few windows to let in the natural light, and a gorgeous chandelier that hung above an oak desk that sat in the center of the room. A fireplace with a marble mantle brought the whole room together.

“This is your office. It’s where you’ll host any meetings with dignitaries of any kind or do whatever work that may require your attention. Here you are, ma’am.” She handed her a brass key with a red jewel on it.

Bragnae looked down at her hand. A locked room all to herself. So many possibilities. “Who else has a key to my quarters?”

“I have a key to allow the other stewards to come in and clean, your head of security has one for safety and protection, and of course, you do, ma’am. The king may also request access at any time.”

“Is it possible to have a duplicate made? I like to have copies on hand in case I misplace them.” Or to give to Drake.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” She reached in her pocket, and pulled out another key with the same red jewel on it, handing it to her. “Now, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to show you the other room to your suite.” Alice walked towards a closed door, and opened it.

Another room? Bragnae sauntered over to her and stepped through the doorway to see a lavish bedroom with a queen-sized bed. There were breathtaking flowers in ornate vases dispersed around the room, and a small lounging area with lighting – perfect for reading. The walls matched her office, purple – her favorite color.

Her mouth gaped open in surprise as she took in the lovely room. “This is exquisite, but why do I need another bedroom?”

“The queen always has these comforts available to her. Other queens of the past had found this beneficial when a quick nap was needed during the day, or any other time where a bed proved useful.”

Was she suggesting that other queens also had lovers on the side? Or was she just speaking in general terms? Perhaps her guilty conscience was perceiving it as the former. Bragnae turned to face Alice. “Where I come from, a married couple shares a bed… a bedroom. I’m sort of new to Cordonia, and I’m still learning its traditions. Are the King and Queen expected to have separate sleeping quarters?”

“I would not presume to know what is expected, just that the option is available. The king wanted you to have a space that was completely yours. You may do with it what you please. If there are things you’d like to change or add, you may. This is a place you could relax in, especially when the king is away. Queens of the past would usually stay in this suite while the king traveled or when the country’s business kept them up late.”

The room was charming, and… convenient. It would be her sanctuary, a place where she could be by herself. Or accompanied by a tall and handsome man with silky chestnut hair and rippling muscles. Bragnae felt tingles run down her spine at the thought of him.

Alice walked throughout the room pointing out different things. “The mattress and bedspread is brand new, and there is a closet full of clothes should you need them. There is also a full bathroom, stocked with your favorite toiletries.”

“This is all so wonderful. Thank you so much, Alice.”

Alice gave her a slight bow. “You’re welcome, ma’am. Is there anything else I can do for you at this time?”

“I just had one question. How often is this room cleaned? Is there a schedule?”

“It’s cleaned once per day, at supper time, as to avoid getting in your way throughout the day.”

Good to know. “Thank you, Alice. That will be all for now.”

She bowed again. “My pleasure, Your Majesty. The rest of your day is free to do as you please.” Alice walked out of the bedroom, and left the suite, closing the door behind her.

Bragnae sat down on her new bed taking in the room. It was luxurious, comfortable, and stunning. She pulled out her phone to call Liam. She wanted to thank him for the beautiful space he made her. The call went straight to voicemail. Damn.

“Hello, dear husband. I’m sorry I missed you earlier. I just finished taking a tour of our home with Alice, and she showed me this incredible suite that you had prepared for me. It’s amazing, Liam. I love it, and I love you. I hope you’re having a good day. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Bragnae pouted her lips missing Liam. She wished he was there in that moment, but in that same thought, Drake came to mind. Asking him to join her in her new quarters alone might be a little risky. She pondered for a moment before coming up with the idea to invite all of her friends to see her new digs.

She sent a group text to Hana, Maxwell and Drake hoping they were all available to swing by. If Drake was the only one, then so be it.

As if they were sitting around waiting for her text, their responses came in immediately telling her they’d be there within minutes. While she waited, she perused the bathroom. It had a large, round Jacuzzi tub and a glass stall shower – both places big enough for two people. She went to the walk-in closet next. Dresses upon dresses, shoes to match or complement, all of which she had never seen before. She was utterly spoiled.

A knock at the door in the other room prompted a kaleidoscope of butterflies to dance anxiously in her stomach. She was excited to show off her new suite to her friends, but even more excited to see him.

Bragnae opened the door to see Maxwell’s beaming face as he rushed into the room. “This is awesome, Bragnae! I don’t think I’ve ever been inside this room before.” He briefly rubbed a hand over her arm as he brushed past her to explore.

“Let’s hope not, Maxwell,” Hana said as she walked in. “I can’t think of a reason why Regina would have let you in here.” She gave Bragnae a quick hug.

“Unless he was screwing the queen behind Constantine’s back,” Drake said as he entered the room. Bragnae’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. She turned to see him standing in the doorway with a sexy smirk on his face. “Hey, Bennett.”

All she could do was smile.

“Ew, Drake,” Hana chided.

“Yeah. No, thanks. I have enough problems fending off older women who want to get in my pants. I don’t need to bark up that hideous tree.” Maxwell made a disgusted face as if he were to vomit. Regina, Bragnae’s predecessor, wasn’t as ugly as Maxwell made her sound, but she wasn’t necessarily a looker either. However, her personality could use a little work. She always held herself well in front of others, but she was a nasty, rude bitch at the end of the day – at least to her.

When Bragnae went to close the door, she felt Drake’s hand slide down her lower back and over her butt, squeezing her cheek. She drew in a sharp breath, and accidentally leaned her weight against the door, slamming it shut. His touch literally made her weak in the knees.

“You okay, Bennett?” Drake’s tone was casual, but she knew better.

Bragnae saw the corner of his mouth lift as his playful eyes met hers. She smoothed her dress, and narrowed her gaze at him. “I must have tripped.” She turned to see if the others had noticed anything, but Hana had her face buried in a vase of flowers, and Maxwell was rifling through every drawer of her desk.

She shook her head and giggled. “Hey, Curious George. What are you doing?”

“I’m looking through all your stuff,” Maxwell responded without looking up. “I wonder if you have any hidden compartments or something that leads to a secret passage. There has be something cool like that in here.”

“Your imagination never stops, does it? There is another room, you know.” Bragnae smiled as Hana and Maxwell’s attention snapped to her. She pointed towards the bedroom. The two rushed over like two little kids seeking presents on Christmas morning.

Bragnae looked over at Drake. “It’s the queen’s bedroom.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that right?” They heard Maxwell scream with joy. “I gotta check this out.” He gestured in front of him. “After you.”

Bragnae took a second longer to look at him before walking over to the entrance of the bedroom. Maxwell was already making angels on the bedspread – giggling, and Hana was rummaging through her closet. Drake sidled up behind her. He leaned his body ever so slightly against hers.

He barely touched her, but it made her heart palpitate all the same. Her breathing increased, and heat burned between her thighs. She swallowed to help regain her composure, but it didn’t help. All she could think about was Drake and his body touching her. She leaned back into him without being too obvious.

“I’m getting hungry, guys. We should go eat,” Maxwell suggested, finally laying still and staring up at the decorative ceiling.

“It’s only four o’clock!” Hana shouted from the closet.

“So?” Maxwell continued to plead his case, but Bragnae didn’t hear a word of it because Drake’s hand was slowly sliding up the back of her dress. Time slowed, and her vision narrowed thinking of only his hand and where it might lead.

“What do you think, Bragnae?” Maxwell asked.

Drake stepped into the bedroom nonchalantly to look around. He left so suddenly that she almost lost her footing. She focused her eyes realizing Hana and Maxwell were both looking at her questioningly. She had no idea what Maxwell had asked her.

“Um,” she muttered.

Drake scoffed a laugh. “It’s not that hard of a decision, Bennett. Should we go to dinner now or later?”

Grateful for his sarcastic save, she offered him a smile before responding. “Let’s go later. I need an hour or so to get a few things done.” She made sure to look at Drake again hoping he’d take the hint to stick around. “Does that work for you all?”

“Works for me!” Maxwell leapt off the bed. “But I will have to find a snack to munch on before then.”

“Is there anything I can help you with, Bragnae?” Hana asked, walking towards her.

She shook her head. “No, thank you. Go ahead and take that time for yourself.”

Drake silently walked with the others towards the exit. Bragnae trailed behind watching him the entire time. She admired his broad shoulders and sculpted back through his thin t-shirt, and the way his perfectly formed ass looked in those jeans. She bit her bottom lip to keep from saying something naughty.

“See you in an hour!” Maxwell called as he left the room. Hana waved and followed after him.

“See ya, Bennett,” Drake said, looking at her over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.

Bragnae’s shoulders fell forward in disappointment. She hoped Drake would find an excuse to stay. She had nothing to do in the hour before supper, except Drake, of course, and he just left. She sighed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door before it opened. Drake stepped halfway in. “Hey, did I leave my phone in here?”

Bragnae glanced around the room awkwardly as Drake made his way over to her. The door clicked shut behind him. Within seconds, his lips were on hers in a passionate kiss they both longed for. Drake’s hands held her face as his tongue invaded her mouth with precision and depth.

She moaned, gripping the sides of his shirt. This was exactly what she needed after the teasing she had endured minutes earlier. Drake slowed his kisses as his lips transformed into a smile against hers.

“You need to get better at hiding your reactions when I touch you in front of other people. Believe me, there will be much more of that.” His hands still sandwiched her face while his eyes flicked from hers back to her lips.

She giggled. “I can’t help it. I lose my mind when you’re around, especially when you put your hands on me.”

“I noticed.” He grinned before kissing her again. “But you better learn to conceal your response, or you may catch the wrong person’s attention.” His eyebrow raised to emphasize his point.

She nodded. “You’re right. How are you so good at this? Have you done this before?”

Drake dropped his hands to her waist. “No, I’ve never had an affair with a married woman before this. I do, however, have years and years of hiding my true feelings from people under my belt. Plus, my dad taught me all kinds of strategies and helpful tips from being in the King’s Guard, so I’m all set.”

Bragnae ran her fingers over his strong jaw. His unshaven stubble prickling her skin. “So, what’s your secret?”

“I learned to just looked pissed off all the time. It works well for two reasons. One, it makes me look unapproachable, so people won’t bother me, which I prefer.”

She twirled a finger around the hair at the back of his neck. “And the other?”

His hands tightened around her waist. “If I constantly have a brooding look, people just assume I’m always mad, bitter or upset when I’m really strategizing and seeing everything around me.”

“To be fair, Drake, mad, bitter and upset usually suit you at any given moment,” she teased.

“Not now they don’t.” He smiled, pulling her closer to him. “I’m pretty happy at the moment. Hard not to be when I have you in my arms.”

Smiling, Bragnae raised to her toes, nuzzling his face. “I missed you today. I know it was only a couple of hours, but—.”

“I missed you too,” he said, kissing her again. “Now, how about we make the most out of our time before dinner, and go break in that new bed of yours?”

She moaned in contentment. “Yes, please.”

Drake dipped down to throw Bragnae over his shoulder. She let out a surprised yelp as he carried her to the bedroom, swatting her backside on the way.

Forty-five minutes later, Drake had already left her suite covertly allowing her to freshen up before heading to dinner. Bragnae straightened the sheets on the bed as best as she could, and removed any evidence of Drake’s presence – not that there was much.

He didn’t use condoms because Bragnae was on the pill, and he put all of his clothes back on before leaving. The man didn’t wear any jewelry, so there was no risk of that being left behind. Still, her eyes swept across the bedroom ensuring everything was in place. The stewards would be coming in to clean as soon as she left.

Getting lost in the all consuming passion that was Drake, she had forgotten to give him a key to her quarters, so she retrieved one from her clutch, and squeezed her hand around it.

Straightening her dress, and looking herself over once more in the mirror, she made her way to the dining hall. Standing in the hallway just before her destination was Drake. He was casually leaning against the wall thumbing through his phone. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye as she approached. He was so sexy. There wasn’t a thing he could do that wasn’t swoon-worthy.

“There you are.” His mouth twitched into a brief smile. “Hungry?”

She walked closer to him so they stood a yard apart. “I’m famished.” Bragnae lightly tossed the key to the red carpet beneath their feet, making an accidental show of it. “Oh, how clumsy of me.”

Drake noticed right away, and bent down to retrieve it. As he knelt down, she spoke in hushed tones. “That’s yours should you ever need it."

He palmed the key, and pretended to tie the lace of his boot before standing up again. “May I have the honor of escorting Her Majesty to dinner?” He stepped forward extending his bent arm for her to take.

“Why, thank you, Mr. Walker.” She curled a hand around the crease of his elbow, letting her fingers discreetly graze over the rock-solid bicep just above it.

Keeping their heads facing forward, Drake lowered his voice, angling his mouth in her direction. “I assume that key unlocks the Queen’s Quarters?”

“It does. I’ll be staying there anytime Liam is away. Or perhaps whenever I need to seek refuge for a little rest and relaxation.” Bragnae nodded to a few servants they passed along the way.

“Relaxation you’ll have, but there’ll be no resting. Not while I’m around.” She reveled in the thought of a total orgasmic experience with Drake. The doors to the dining hall were opened, allowing them to step through. Hana and Maxwell stood as they entered the room. “Look who I found roaming the palace halls looking like a lost puppy.”

Bragnae knew exactly where she was going, but allowed the ruse to continue.

“How do you not know your way around the palace yet?” Maxwell asked mockingly.

“Hey, ease up on her. This is a huge place.” Hana defended.

Bragnae laughed lightly as she detached from Drake’s arm, and walked up to her chair. One of the servants held it out for her. “Thank you, Hana. It seems Drake and Maxwell can’t give a girl a break. I’m still learning, and all the hallways look the same.”

Drake sat down next to her while the others took their seats opposite them. Drinks were immediately served with dinner platters coming out right after.

“How was your first day as queen, Bragnae?” Hana asked, forking a bite of vegetables.

Bragnae smiled at the memory of spending most of it with Drake. “It was very nice actually. I got to see the entire palace today, places I’ve never seen before, and I learned a lot from my majordomo.”

“That’s wonderful. I’m sure you miss Liam, though. It’s unfortunate he wasn’t able to be here with you on your first day. Have you spoken with him?”

Bragnae wasn’t sure how to navigate the conversation. She and Drake had communicated openly about him earlier, but when it came time for her to play the part of Liam’s doting wife in front of Drake and the others, she wasn’t sure how he’d react. Would he take it in stride as he had with everything else thus far, or would he be jealous?

“Actually, no. We’re playing a bit of phone tag today, but that’s okay. I know he’s busy.” She took a bite of her food, and smiled.

“He said he was going to Lythikos? I wonder what Olivia needed,” Maxwell pondered aloud. “She’s always coming up with some kind of excuse to get him to come visit.”

Bragnae looked at Maxwell curiously. Why would he say that? Olivia had made a strong first impression when they first met. She was disrespectful, blunt and made her affections for Liam known to the world during the Social Season. Despite that, however, they had become confidants after joining forces to figure out who had blackmailed Olivia, and who had framed Bragnae just to get them to bow out of the competition for Liam’s hand. Constantine, of course, was at the forefront of it all.

Surely, Olivia wasn’t still trying to vie for his hand. His hand was taken. Bragnae couldn’t help but feel a bit of concern, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure she had a right to. Her decision to be unfaithful to Liam hadn’t come lightly, but she was still cheating on him. But the notion of Liam doing the same to her was… devastating if she was being honest. Another round of guilt surged through her body. Liam would be destroyed if he ever found out about her and Drake.

“Why didn’t you go?” Maxwell asked.

Lost in thought, his question found her again. “What?”

“Why didn’t you go to Lythikos with him?” He restated.

“I don’t know,” she replied, suddenly feeling confused. Before her thoughts could spiral again, she felt Drake’s warm hand touch her leg. Her breath hitched, and she almost jumped from being startled, but quickly remembered where she was, and the answer to his question. “Oh, he said it was best for me to stay here to get to know my new duties as queen.”

“That makes sense,” Hana said in a chipper voice.

Drake’s fingers played with the hem of her dress just above her knee as she continued to eat. She tensed at first feeling worried someone might see, but relaxed immediately enjoying the secretive feel of him. It was as if his hands contained a powerful, sexual energy that could both paralyze and arouse her at the same time. Drake was making good on his promise from earlier, and now was her chance to overcome the forbidden erotic stimulation by playing it cool.

The conversation continued around her. She’d nod and smile while she ate as Drake’s hand slipped under the fabric of her dress, and slowly inched its way up her leg. Her mouth salivated, her breathing was growing out of control – silently, of course, and all she thought about was ripping off his clothes where he sat, and climbing on top of him. Her imagination was going wild with possibilities.

The others would occasionally bring Drake into the conversation, which was no obstacle for him. He responded without hesitation and spoke clearly to whatever the topic was. How does he do it? He truly was a marvel. Then again, he wasn’t on the receiving end of being intimately touched like she was. If she was inches away from stroking his dick under the table, perhaps he might have a little trouble composing himself too. That’d be an experiment for another time.

She parted her legs to give him better access as his hand approached her most inner thigh. She finally looked over at him, which was a mistake. She could see the fire in his eyes even if it wasn’t obvious to the others. It was the truth that only she and Drake shared. No one else in the room was the wiser. And he was right. It was dangerous, but it was also exhilarating.

“So, Bragnae, what are your plans for the rest of the evening? Want to watch a movie or something?” Maxwell asked.

Right now, all she could think about was getting naked with Drake and letting his inquisitive hand hit its mark. “Actually, I think I’ll turn in early tonight. I have a new Jacuzzi tub that is calling my name.” She made a point to look at Maxwell, then Hana, and finally, Drake. He took the hint earlier. Hopefully, he’d come to her suite again to indulge in sensual bath time. “Plus, I’m sure Liam will want the chance to hang out with you all when he returns tomorrow.”

Maxwell scoffed. “Yeah, right. Unless he’s got business to take care of, and hell, even if he does, he’ll probably only want to be with you.”

“Oh, come on, Maxwell. He’s only been away from her for a day.” Hana argued.

Maxwell gave her a knowing look. “I know my friend, and the thirst is real with that one. Drake,” he said, turning to face him, “Back me up.”

Bragnae looked at Drake, seeing a muscle twitch in his jaw. His hesitation as he tossed a forgotten green bean around on his plate revealed his unease with the topic. “Yeah. Knowing him, he won’t have much else on his mind.”

There was pain in his words even if the others didn’t hear it. Bragnae knew her husband too. He was as insatiable as she was. Probably more, if she was being honest, but then again, she was the one sleeping with two separate men, and the hunger for them both only grew more with each passing minute.

The thought of Drake sitting in the palace somewhere stewing over her and Liam having sex made her sad. She knew it would be hard for him. Again, she found herself wondering why they decided to torture themselves this way, even if the sex was unbelievable and they were finally expressing their love for one another. Was it really worth the agony they suffered when they couldn’t be with each other?

A few hours later, Bragnae was back in her suite. She sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi letting her hand dip in the comfortably warm water as it rushed out of the faucet filling the big tub. She had stripped out of her dress, and threw on a plum, kimono-styled robe that fell just above her knee. Aromatic candles were lit, and gentle spa music played in the background. Even if Drake couldn’t make it to her room that night, for whatever reason, she was fully prepared to enjoy a relaxing bath on her own.

The sound of footsteps just outside the bathroom made her tingle with anticipation. She looked to the door way to see Drake stroll up, leaning against the door frame.

“Hey, you.” He smirked as his gaze scoured her body. She loved how he always looked at her with a certain hunger in his rich, brown eyes.

She smiled and stood to greet him as he made his way over to her. He immediately pulled her in for a deep kiss. Being barefoot now meant she had to strain to reach him even more so their lips could meet. Keeping her mouth occupied, Drake’s hands untied her robe and immediately, but gently caressed her breasts. He pressed his hands into them, and let his fingers draw forward towards her nipples pinching them between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned, bracing herself by looping her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans. Drake’s mouth traveled to the sensitive spot where her jaw and neck met. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine. As she began to lose herself in his touch yet again, her phone rang.

Bragnae pulled away from him suddenly. “Oh my God,” she said with urgency. “That’s probably Liam. I have to answer that.” Before he could say anything, she rushed out to the bedroom to retrieve her phone. She was right.

Tying her robe again, she swiped the screen to answer the call. “Hi, Liam!” She sounded enthusiastic because she was excited to hear from him, but tried not to oversell it.

“My queen. Finally. How are you?” She loved the sound of his voice. It was deep, suave and delicious.

“I’m really well. How are you? Did you have a good day?”

“It was nice. I joined Olivia in dedicating an orphanage in the heart of Lythikos today. I wish you could have been there.”

Bragnae’s heart swelled at the thought of orphans having a warm and safe place to live. “That sounds wonderful, Liam. I wish I could have been there too.”

“If I would have known ahead of time what was planned, believe me, you would have been. Anyway, you said you liked your suite?”

“I do! It’s incredible, and it was so thoughtful of you to have it designed to fit my tastes. I love it. Thank you.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re welcome, my love. Anything for you. What are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Actually, I’m about to take a long bath in my new Jacuzzi.” She bit her lip thinking of what and who awaited her in the bathroom, but also couldn’t get her alluring husband out of her mind. It was so fucked up that she wanted him to be there too. She wondered briefly if that would ever be an option.

“Oh God,” Liam sighed. “The things I’d do to you if I was there right now.”

Her heart beat a little faster. “Care to share?”

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Drake tried not to listen to her responses, but he couldn’t help it. She giggled and flirted just as she did with him. He knew this would be part of the deal. She was still married, and Bragnae had made it clear that she loved Liam. Yet, it was still hard for him to witness as she laid on the charm for her husband.

Not willing to let that damper the mood, Drake stripped his clothes, and got into the tub. He turned off the faucet, and sank into the soothing warm water. Bragnae had added a touch of bubble bath making the water a little soapy. With the spa music playing, candles flickering, and bubbles clinging to his skin, he’d never felt less like a man. A hot, naked woman would remedy that in a flash…if only she would hurry the fuck up with her phone call.

Drake closed his eyes for a moment. Despite it being a very girly experience, it was rather relaxing. Damn it.

“Don’t you look cute in all the bubbles?”

He lifted one eyelid open. “You gonna get in here or what? I have an urgent need to see you naked, wet and soapy.”

She shifted to a more seductive stance. “Why? Is that one of your fantasies?”

Drake sat up straight, giving her his full attention. “You betcha. And you’re in every one of them.”

Bragnae smiled as she slowly took off her robe, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes poured over the sensuous curves of her magnificent body. He hardened immediately at the sight of her. He’d had her several times already that day, but it still wasn’t enough, especially since he had no idea when he’d get to be with her again with Liam returning home tomorrow.

She walked gracefully over to the tub, taking care to step in one leg at a time. Her slow entrance parted her southern lips, enticing him with what was to come.

“God, you’re sexy,” he told her as she eased into the water. The soap making her olive skin glossy.

Bragnae glided over to him, straddling his lap and trapping his full blown erection between their hips. “So are you, mister.” When she lifted out of the water, the bubbles ran down her chest. He watched as they collected on her tight nipples. He had one hand massaging her ass, and the other cupping her silky breast.

Feeling his dick throb, he could barely think straight. “Bennett, I need you.” She answered him with a swift kiss, looping her arms around his neck. The water’s buoyancy made it effortless to align her body with his. To his relief, she eased down his cock. She hissed a breath through her teeth, wincing a little. “You alright?”

Her eyes fluttered as she took another breath. “We’ve had a lot of sex today. And you’re so big.” She exhaled slowly, wiggling her hips against his as he filled her completely. “I’m just a little sore.”

He beamed at her. Of course, he didn’t want her to feel pain, but this was something to be proud of.

“You’re not sorry at all, are you?” She returned his smile.

“Am I sorry for having a big dick and fucking you all day? Definitely not.” She giggled and shook her head at him. “Don’t worry,” he said, grabbing her ass with both hands. “I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll forget all about being sore.”

Bragnae shifted her hips up and down his length making them both gasp. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

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The next morning, Bragnae stretched her body in between the sheets of her bed. Her muscles were tight, and the area between her legs was still sore despite the three amazing orgasms Drake had given her last night. Although, in his defense, she did quickly forget about the discomfort she had as the pleasure he gave her overtook every other feeling in her body.

She smiled at the thought of being with him. Drake had stayed with her until one o’clock in the morning. They talked, cuddled, kissed. It was one hell of a day. She was practically dozing off by the time he had crept out of her room.

Today, Liam would return, and she didn’t know what to expect. Would she be able to conceal her deceit, or would she crumble as soon as she saw him? A part of her wanted to confess because she knew it wasn’t right to do this to him. But the other part of her, a bigger part, wanted to see where this path would take her. She thought she knew what she wanted when she married Liam, but three simple words from Drake changed everything.

#the royal romance #the royal romance drake #the royal romance liam #TRR Forbidden Fanfic #drake walker #king liam #drake x bragnae #liam x bragnae #drake x mc #liam x mc #Queen of cordonia #very steamy fanfic

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💘 eli and seb c:

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how iconic meet cute !!!! next door apartment neighbors with seb Nicely asking eli to shut up and eli going “no <3” bc he loves being a menace

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved the back and forth went for a while, maybe a month or two which absolutely kills them once they realize its more than just messing around and playful flirting

who fell for who first ( if applicable ) seb……. I Think… bc he was the one making excuses to be around eli but eli definitely indulged it bc he was also very much interested. but like, i think seb was at least more conscious of it first??

where their first date was and what it was like mm first “sort of” date was seb picking eli up after class and taking him out to eat BUT they were still playing their little game so i dont think they count it gbdjkfg i think once they start Officially dating then they probably spend the day out doing that cute couple shit

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? ) officially ask out, probably seb again but mostly bc eli has already assumed they’re dating by that point so its more of a formality/clarification than anything else gkjgdfg

who proposes first seb!!!!! if this is like the Actual proposal and not that spontaneous vegas shit i think eli’s pretty content with not making it formal and all as long as they stay together

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away eli tells his friends like Right Away bc theyve probably been on his case abt seb for ages and im not sure seb has anyone he’d like want to tell right away?? It takes eli a while for him to figure out how to tell his siblings, but he definitely tells them way before his parents who probably just end up finding out on their own anyway gbdfkg

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? ) honestl y im not sure bgfjkgd i feel like seb would put a Lot of thought into it and have a whole Plan but also i like the idea of it just kinda Happening :(( like has this plan and everything but maybe theyre just together one night and fuc k the plan

if they adopt any pets together im literally dying to give them a cat bgjkdfg partly just bc i know eli really wants one and he’d absolutely just show up one day with one in tow

who’s more dominant eli def has seb wrapped around his finger but we Know seb has big dom energy and is probably one of the few people that can keep eli under control

where their first kiss was and what it was like :((((( i mean they Like hook up before they really start dating some probably around then but like they have that little moment with the confession ™ and that kiss would be a soft lil contrast to how they’ve acted around each other up until then

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? ) probabl y bc they’re gross and cheesy kjdgfdgd but i like the matching sweater/clothes idea :(( eli definitely gets that for them bc he likes dressing seb up so much

how into pda they are very!!!! seb can Lie and say he doesn't like pda all he wants but he likes that eli’s all over him even in public we know how clingy eli is already

who holds the umbrella when it rains probably seb bc taller and eli’s a Brat bgjf

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable ) mmmmm damn i kinda like the idea of them going to that first date-ish spot every so often, but i'm not sure how many actual dates they go on that would be super consistent? partly cause free time and also just bc eli loves spontaneity and surprises

who’s more protective I think seb seems more protective on a sort of surface level but they’d be super protective of each other? like they’d both be pretty quick to defend the other

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ ) i feel like they might’ve fallen asleep together (at least accidentally) during one of those times eli hangs out at seb’s while he’s working but i dont think they really share a bed until they hook up and eli like purposefully stays the night, and that happens a while after their flirting

if they argue about anything oh definitely, especially at first i think. definitely about eli’s recklessness, about the whole parent situation, if eli feels seb’s being too protective, but they work through all of it <3

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. ) not 100% about seb but eli definitely likes marking him up gnjddgd he just likes the idea of seb going to work all cleaned up with hickeys and shit under his collar gkjgfdgf

who steals whose clothes and how often eli definitely steals clothes the most, he likes curling up in seb’s shirts and sweaters :(( i'm not sure that seb steals eli’s clothes so much as eli dresses him up in them gkdfgd just bc their styles are pretty different

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? ) lots of spooning for sure, lots of eli sitting in seb’s lap while he works, also probably eli resting on him if they’re on the couch or in bed

what their favourite nonsexual activity is just hanging out together you know :((( like cuddling and resting together

how long they stay mad at each other I don’t think seb likes staying mad at him for too long, but eli definitely likes to hold grudges and all that, though I think he’d be a little more forgiving?? depends on the situation gkdfng but he’s also the type to just get up and leave when mad so I’m sure that doesn’t really help

what their usual coffee / tea orders are seb…. black coffee man, eli’s likes coffee but he likes it really sweet bgjkdgd

if they ever have any children together :(((( i think……. maybe….. at least one gbfdjkgdf especially after like more people around them start having kids??

if they have any special pet names for each other definitely the standard babe + baby :(( but aside from that…

if they ever split up and / or get back together oo f i’m not sure if the family thing is enough to split them up for a bit, but it wouldn’t stay like that for long they’d definitely get back together pretty quickly, regardless of what it is

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? ) they end up spending more time in seb’s apartment, probably gets a little more put together after eli movies in and he definitely tries to decorate it with anything he finds Neat so it's not the most coordinated gbdfkgd

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like probably just as overboard as their first birthdays are together gkdfg or maybe more lowkey? they might spend the actual day with family but they’d exchange gifts and have a little thing together afterwards i think

what their names are in each other’s phones eli has him in as babe with little heart emojis and i think seb has him in as baby??

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? ) mmmm i feel like they Absolutely would but i’m blanking now gbdfjkgd

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first they’re both late sleepers so it’s just whoever passes out first I think but seb tends to wake up earlier bc Work and eli won’t leave bed unless he really has to

who’s the big spoon / little spoon mmm seb’s probably the big spoon more maybe?? but also wakes up w eli clinging onto him

who hogs the bathroom probably eli?? bc again, Brat, but also i think he’d just take longer getting ready overall

who kills the spiders / takes them outside gbjdkfgd eli feels bad killing spiders so he definitely takes them outside if he comes across them and probably doesn't even mention it to seb

#hc.#&& sebastian.#anyway i would do Anything for these two #fcade

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natasha-cole · 6 years

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What Happens in Vegas Part 30

Rob Benedict x Reader

Chapter Summary: Reader has come to her senses, but Rob is questioning her intentions now. He can pretend that he’s not concerned, and he tries really hard to just accept her back into his life. But in a moment of weakness, as his questions build, everything that they worked so hard to hide from everyone comes crashing down.

Word Count: 4364

Warnings: Fluff and then angst, drinking, swearing maybe

Masterlist

Notes: Why can’t I just let them be happy for a little while?

Rob’s POV

To say that Rob wasn’t still concerned about Y/N’s real intentions, was a complete lie. The two of them had gone through so much back and forth in this relationship; half the time, he couldn’t even think straight. Having her show up at his doorstep like that, following a rather confusing couple of moments initiated by her, Rob couldn’t help but to be weary.

Still, her words were all that he heard. Just hearing her tell him that she loved him was enough for him to let her back in. The thought of her just doing this because she was afraid to be alone didn’t leave him though. They each had a history of lying to each other, why would this be any different?

He could make himself believe her though. He could push aside the nagging questions he had if meant that he got to be with her in the end. That was all he ever really wanted.

He had been surprised by their moment of pondering what could have been. At least Y/N seemed into it as Rob talked them through their hypothetical date. She seemed excited by it. Even more, she seemed content with the way things really were. Rob studied her hard, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that could resemble regret on her face. As they spoke, he only saw her smile. Maybe she really did love him.

He was even more surprised when she asked if she could stay the night with him. He had taken her out to dinner, since their lunch date plans hadn’t happened. Afterwards, as he drove her home, she insisted that he take her to his place, that is, if he wanted to. How could he turn her down?

They spent the night together, talking more and cuddling in bed. The sweetness of the cuddling and the kissing quickly turned a lot more heated when the need for each other took over. He felt no regrets about anything as he made love to her that night. He only hoped that she regretting nothing as well.

By the following morning, things still seemed to be okay. They woke up in each other’s arms, kissing each other the way any couple would. That was also the first time Rob got an idea of what it was really like to have a pregnant wife. He couldn’t believe that she was already 12 weeks pregnant and he was just barely getting to know what it was like to be the father in this situation.

He rushed into the bathroom as she darted out of bed, following her so that he could hold her hair back as she vomited. He hated seeing her like this, but he also knew that it was normal. She was just going through pregnancy, and he was finally getting to be a part of that too.

“I’m sorry about that,” she began as they sat at the dining table, having breakfast together. Rob sipped on his coffee, and Y/N had opted for more ginger tea.

“About what?” He asked.

“The throwing up,” she replied.

“Isn’t that normal?”

“Yeah, but we just had this reconciliation. We spent an amazing night together, and then I ruined it by turning into a hot mess.”

“You’re not a hot mess,” he smiled. “You’re pregnant, and I can't think of anything sexier than the fact that you’re having my baby.”

She gave him a half-smile and he immediately read it as her being unsure about the entire thing.

“Do you really have to go?” She asked, changing the subject.

Rob frowned, recalling how he had told her last night that the band was leaving today to do some shows on the east coast. It was bad timing for their relationship really, and had Y/N come to the conclusion that she loved him a bit sooner, he would have had no problem rescheduling things so that he could spend time with her.

Rob knew that, given the dynamics of their relationship, these few days away could really make or break things for good. Yes, they had each finally come to terms with their feelings, and the aftermath had been great, especially when Y/N finally came to her senses; but he also knew that going away for days right after they began to fix things between them could possibly not go well.

Y/N already had her trust issues with him, that was to be expected, who’s to say she would trust him enough while he was gone after all of this?

“I really have to go,” he replied. “I wish I didn’t. But I can’t back out of this now.”

“I know,” she mumbled in return. “It just sucks that we’re finally at this place together and you’re literally leaving the next day.”

“Timing…”

“We’ve never had good timing.”

“It’s only a few days,” he said, trying to reassure her. “I’ll call you every day.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m not that kind of girlfriend. Or… wife I guess.”

“Well, maybe I’m the kind of husband who wants to call his wife every day,” he smirked. He stood up from his chair, moving toward her to lean down and kiss her.

She hummed happily against his lips, holding his face between her hands as she accepted.

“I’m not going to argue then,” she replied. “I’m just wondering what I’ll do while you’re away. I’ve been so bored since I’ve been pregnant.”

“Well…” Rob began as he started to gather the dishes from the table, “you could work on moving some of your stuff back in.”

He headed toward the kitchen and Y/N darted her head toward him.

“Really?” She asked as she stood up to follow him. “You know I only brought that up in a moment of weakness? I didn’t mean to sound so forward.”

“I made you feel that good that you suddenly just decided you needed to move in?” He asked as he winked at her.

“You make me feel that good, I’ll probably offer up almost anything,” she smiled.

“I think it's a good idea, Y/N,” he added as he turned to prepare dishwater in the sink. “I would’ve brought it up if you hadn’t.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. I know it’s a.. strange situation, but we did live together for a few months. Besides, we’re married and we’re having a baby. Honestly, I’d feel better having you here, especially now.”

“I’d feel better being here,” she said honestly. “It never did feel right after I left.”

“Then move in. We'll figure out the rest later.”

“You know,” she said slowly as she moved up behind him. “You’re a pretty decent husband. Husband of the year actually.”

She slinked in next to him, bumping his hip with hers as he focused on washing their dishes.

“Wow, if I can win husband of the year by allowing my wife to move in with me… maybe we really are pretty fucked up.”

She let out a soft chuckle as she put her hands in the dishwater. Together, the smiled, helping each other with the dishes as a regular married couple would. Occasionally, he’d let his hands graze against hers in the water and her breath would catch each time. It was just like before, back when when he was starting to fall in love with her.

“You’re an okay wife, by the way,” he said softly as stopped what he was doing. He pushed the dish that she was holding beneath the water out of her hand, grasping onto it as he turned to look at her.

Her eyes met his, and there it was. That same feeling all over again. Every time he looked at her it was if she was doing something new to make him fall for her again. Even in this moment; a moment that only brought back a memory of a time that was a lot more difficult than it needed to be, he was still falling for her.

He studied her, noting the soft smile she gave him. He still wondered if this was what she really wanted though.

Despite their amazing night together, and the relief that he felt over having her back; he couldn’t stop thinking about what her reasons could be. He tried to convince himself again that he needed to just believe her, even if deep down he wasn’t so sure.

“What?” She asked with a laugh. Rob realized that he had been staring at her for probably an uncomfortable amount of time now.

“Nothing. I just realized that I can kiss you right now and no one would interrupt us. We were always interrupted.”

“You better take all the chances you get then.”

Knowing that he was extremely lucky to have her here with him again, and that he couldn’t help but feel as if she might be doubting her choice to give him another chance; did just that. He kissed her as if his life depended on it.

Reader’s POV

When Rob rushed out the door with his luggage that afternoon, it all became very real that you were on your own for a few days. Not that you hadn’t been on your own before, but the reconciliation was still so new, the idea of him leaving now worried you.

You couldn’t place what it was exactly that had you nervous, all you knew is that you didn’t want him to go. Not now when things were good again.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land,” Rob promised.

You tried to force a smile, nodding that you understood.

“Hey, just a few days,” he added as he placed his hand to your cheek. He gave you a smile and you melted.

“I know,” you mumbled. You nuzzled against his touch as he leaned in to kiss you. “Have fun. But not too much fun. Think about your pregnant wife who is stuck here having no fun.”

“Right, no fun will be had,” he chuckled.

“I love you,” you reminded him as he headed out the door. If nothing else, you wanted to make sure that he knew. You figured saying it as often as possible would help him to feel better about all of this, especially given the way things had been such a mess.

“I love you too,” he grinned. He gave you another kiss, this time really hurrying out the door. “I’ll see you when I get back, right?”

You gave him a confused look, now catching on to how nervous he seemed.

“Of course,” you said. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Right,” he chuckled. “I know I will, and I expect you to be all set and comfortable in our home.”

“Watch what you say,” you called after him as he hurried toward the car that was waiting for him. “I’m gonna start turning your studio into the nursery!”

“I do have an extra room,” he responded with a laugh.

You smiled and waved to him as he got into the car, taking in the sight of him as he grinned at you and waved back. Before you knew it, he was in the car and heading down the road.

You sighed, feeling an ache in your chest over watching him leave. Part of it was knowing that you would be without him for a few days, the other part was that split second of strange behavior just now.

The two of you really did have bad timing. All you had wanted was to fix things between you and spend some time together; time that you had missed out on while you were busy trying to push him away. Now, the real fixing of your relationship would have to wait.

2 Days Later- Reader’s POV

Rob had done as he had promised. In fact, it was sort of annoying how often he called you. It still made you smile though to see his name pop up each time he called.

By Saturday, the phone calls had died down though. You went about your day, moving things in slowly from your place, always waiting anxiously to hear from him.

By late afternoon, he still hadn’t called and you knew that he would be performing soon given the time difference between you two. So, you decided to call him to wish him luck.

He answered after a few rings and you were caught off guard by all the background noise when he said ‘hi’.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Just getting ready for the show tonight,” Rob answered.

“Where are you getting ready at?” You laughed. “It’s loud wherever you are.”

“Yeah, hold on.”

Rob stopped talking and you only heard shuffling and muffled voices for a while before his voice greeted you again.

“Sorry, the bar is pretty loud. Had to step outside.”

“You’re at a bar?”

“Well, we kinda only play in bars, Y/N.”

“I know that,” you replied. “Are you drinking?”

You don’t know why you even asked. You weren’t stupid, and you could definitely tell that he might be a bit tipsy just by the slight slur in his voice.

“Do you have to ask?” He chuckled.

“No, I just- take it easy, alright?”

Rob stayed quiet for a moment, probably trying to process what you had asked of him and why. You really didn’t have the guts to tell him that you were jealous that he was out having fun with his friends and you were stuck at home, pregnant with his child.

“Take it easy?”

“Yeah, you know- just, don’t get too crazy.”

More silence, followed by the sound of him exhaling deeply.

“I’m just having fun with my band, Y/N.”

“No, I know that. And that’s great.”

“I didn’t realize we were at the point of you being able to tell me what not to do,” he said flatly.

“I’m not trying to boss you around,” you muttered. You were taken aback by how mean his statement sounded.

“Sounds like it.”

“Rob- I… I just-“ you stuttered out, trying to come up with something to say that would alleviate the situation that already sounded like it wouldn’t end well.

“You just what?”

“Look, I just called to say good luck. I didn’t hear from you all day.”

“I don’t have to call you all the time,” he reminded you.

“I know.”

Now, you were uneasy. He was being sharp with you, and it didn’t help that he was obviously already drinking. Maybe it was just your hormones acting up, but you felt genuinely upset that this conversation was not as loving and sweet as the last conversation you had had with him.

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

“I didn’t say that,” you argued. Despite the tenseness between you, though still tried to lighten the mood. “But, we both know that you do stupid things when you drink too much.”

You scolded yourself for saying it out loud. That wasn’t really the reason you wanted him to slow down at all, and it certainly wasn’t funny to even bring it up. This entire conversation was happening because you were jealous. That tiny part of you that maybe didn’t trust him should not be coming out right now, but that was the only voice that decided to speak her concerns.

“Really? Just me?”

“I didn’t mean that,” you said. “Look, I’m just a little bummed that you’re out having fun, and I’m sitting here alone. Especially after we talked and things are so good between us.”

“Are you sure things are good?” He asked. “Because it doesn’t sound like they are. In fact, it sounds like you’re pissed at me and you think I’m going to do a repeat of Vegas with someone else.”

“I don’t think that. I think we’ve both learned our lessons on that topic.”

“Yeah, you sound super thrilled to be married to me still.”

“What are you- what are you talking about?”

Now you were just confused. How this conversation had shifted this much was beyond you, but it almost felt as if Rob was looking for a fight.

“Y/N, I don’t know why you came back. I don’t know why you didn’t file the paperwork. I do know that you’re really good at pretending that you still want to be with me.”

“Rob!” you exclaimed, now hurt by his accusations.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Being away from you has just made me think a lot. When you showed up at my door again, and handed me those papers, I knew there was a reason.”

“Because I love you,” you said, raising your voice. You felt tears well up in your eyes. Again, he was saying things that genuinely hurt you. None of it made sense either. He had left and you had parted on what you thought was a good note. Now, he was suddenly unsure of your intentions.

“Or it’s because you’re scared and you don’t want to be alone,” he replied. “I get it. You’re scared because you’re pregnant, and it’s my responsibility too.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered. You felt tears fall as you listened to him speak. His words slurred and he sounded emotional as well. You only hoped all of this was because of the alcohol. “Rob, I came back to you. After everything you did, I came back.”

“See,” he sighed. “You will never let me live that down.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Just- stop,” he begged. “The last couple of days all I’ve been doing is wondering why you came back. I ignored it because I love you. But, no one comes back to the man that hurt them; that happy and that eager to forgive, unless there’s something else going on.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Just- you can’t come back to me and tell me that you love me just because we’re having a baby.”

“How did this conversation turn into this?” You asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I’ve been thinking too much, and then you called and… I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.”

“These are legitimate concerns of yours?” You asked. “You think I’m still staying in this marriage to save face? You think I came back to hurt you?”

“I don’t know what I think,” he replied. “But I do know that, yes, I’m questioning everything that you’re doing.”

“I can’t believe this,” you said softly. “I’ve been moving my things into your place. Rob, I didn’t file for divorce.”

“I know,” he slurred. “Why?”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” you said sharply. “Maybe it’s best if we just figure this out when you get back.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Please, chill on the drinking. At least for tonight.”

“Only if you chill on telling me what to do.”

“Okay,” you said firmly. “Goodbye. I’m not talking to you when you’re like this.”

You wanted to ask him why he was being so mean. You wanted to know what it was that had dredged all of this up. The two of you had went from a really calm and loving reunion just days earlier, and now it was as if he was bitter about you coming back into his life.

You knew it was a bad idea to even try to get into this right now, so you bit your tongue and decided that you would just let him do his show and be grumpy. It might be better to talk about his behavior in person when he was sober.

“Fine,” he replied. “You sure you’ll still be around when I get home?”

“You know, I’m beginning to wonder if I want to be,” you admitted.

He started to speak again, but you cut him off. This conversation needed to end before either of you said anything else you would regret.

“I’ll be here, okay?” You promised. “But, for now, I don’t want to talk to you.”

“We’ll talk when I get back,” he breathed out. “We need to really talk.”

“Fine. But not like this.”

“I gotta- I gotta go do this show,” he explained.

“Have fun. I love you.”

You heard him hum in reply. You expected an ‘I love you’ in return, but didn’t get one. You got nothing. Just a quiet hum before he hung up.

You spent the next couple of hours trying to not think too much about the strange phone call. But, you couldn’t help but be sick with worry over what it all meant. He had been the one to fight so hard for you. He had been the one to tell you that he loved you over and over again. Why would all of that change so suddenly while he was away on tour? What did you do to make him treat you that way?

You tried to convince yourself that it was just the alcohol talking. Perhaps the man just couldn’t hold his drink. You said it repeatedly in your mind until you almost started to believe it.

You were startled from your thoughts by your phone buzzing suddenly.

You opened your texts, smiling to yourself when you saw a message from Briana. It was a simple message with a link to something attached to it.

‘You might want to watch this.’

You clicked on the attachment and it immediately brought you to a twitter post. You smiled when you realized that it was a video from tonight’s show. Despite you and Rob’s little argument earlier, it still made you happy to see his face, even if it was through the phone.

Someone had live-streamed the entire show. It was something you learned quickly about Rob’s fans, if there was a show somewhere for one of his band's, someone would record it.

You pressed play on the video, still smiling as you got comfortable on the couch. It wasn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night; watching your husband perform even though he was on the other side of the country. You only hoped that his obvious inebriation that you notice earlier wouldn’t hinder his performance.

You could tell right away that Rob had been over-served, and you were sure everyone else could tell. But, maybe that was just the norm for concerts. You knew all too well that everyone drank on SNS nights, and maybe this was no different. Still, he managed to get through the songs without noticeably messing up the music or the lyrics. Luckily, he had Jason taking most of the leads.

You watched as the band finished up a song, taking a break before moving into the next one that Jason was trying to introduce.

“This song is called ‘Just Walk Away’,” Jason began.

“Yes,” Rob added. “This is about my wife.”

You pulled back, sort of surprised by Rob’s words given what the song was actually about. You couldn’t really tell from watching him on the tiny screen, but he seemed irritated.

“No… it’s not about her,” Jason corrected.

You could see Jason’s concern as he watched his friend.

“Yeah, tonight it is.”

Through the video, you saw that Jason was trying to talk to Rob. You couldn’t hear what was being said, but it looked as if Jason was definitely trying to talk his friend down. Rob mostly stared off and tried to steady himself.

“Okay, fine,” Rob finally said into the microphone. “That’s not what this song is about. But, take my word for it; don’t accidentally marry someone in Vegas. It just turns into a really fucked up situation even if you think you have it under control.”

You groaned, resting your face in your hands. You heard the band move into the song quickly, as if even they were trying to stop Rob’s meltdown.

Not wanting to hear any more, you moved to shut the video off, locking your phone afterwards.

There it was. Everything that the two of you had fought so hard to hide was out in the open now. Your mistakes and your lies were fandom fodder by that one simple drunken revelation.

You sat there in shock over the whole thing. Yes, he had a habit of making poor choices while intoxicated, but for someone who was so adamant about making sure the world never found out about that fateful night in Vegas, he sure managed to unravel the entire thing rather quickly.

Since you seemed to be a glutton for punishment, you pulled out your phone and went straight to Twitter. You held your breath as you searched for the video, this time heading to the comments on the post.

You didn’t know what was worse; the things that people were saying about you, or the things they were saying about your current situation. You were unable to stop reading though. Most of what people had to say was true, aside from the stuff about this all being your fault. It was when you came across some comments about your baby that you had to stop reading.

It was one thing to think that even your pregnancy had been an accident, because well, it had been; but given the new information about your marriage, of course it led people to believe that the baby wasn’t even Rob’s. That was the stuff that hurt the most. Yes, you had made mistakes; and no one fully understood the real relationship between you and Rob. No one could understand what these past months had been like for either of you.

You held back the urge to reply on each and every false comment. It wouldn’t be worth it in the end. You could try to defend your marriage all you wanted, but with the way Rob had acted tonight, you knew no one would believe you.

You weren’t sure if you and Rob would be able to fix anything now. Not after that. For now, your only concern was your baby.

Perhaps reconciling in the first place had just been a bad idea. Maybe this whole thing was meant to come crashing down. Maybe you were never meant to be to begin with.

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greenappleeyes · 7 years

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According To You (part 10)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You and Misha talk about your recent engagement.

Warnings: Implied smut, language, RPF

A/N: For once I didn't make y'all wait a year for an update. Go me!! This chapter feels pretty final, but I promise there's more; much more.

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Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect towards Vicki or their family

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"I can explain." You stated nervously. But how could you explain? You just confessed that you loved him and now you had to tell him you were engaged to someone else.

Misha frowned at your sudden nervousness Upon seeing your reaction, it dawned on him that it wasn't just a simple piece of jewelry. "Y/N, what's going on? Are you..?"

He pulled away from you and sat up, trying to process everything that was racing through his mind. You winced at him reacting exactly the way you expected him to.

"Misha, please, I meant to tell you earlier I just…" you trailed off because you couldn't think of a good enough reason. You had been acting selfishly and now you were going to pay the price for it.

He dragged his hand over his face, trying to calm himself. "You've got to be kidding me right now." Anger, betrayal, and hurt were coursing through him; even if he felt like he had no right to feel that way. He was the other man after all. "So, what was this then? Our final hurrah before you run off and marry some dipshit who doesn't even care about you?"

"I… no, Misha. I never meant for this to happen." You pleaded with him, but he wouldn't even look at you. "I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you before; but I didn't think it should be done over the phone."

He finally turned back to face you, eyes glistening with unshed, angry tears. "But waiting until after I told you I loved you makes much more sense." His face froze in shock as a horrific thought crossed his mind. "Did you even mean it; or were you just saying what you thought I wanted to hear?"

"Of course I meant it!" you shouted in frustration. "I still do. I love you and I nev…"

"You sure have a way of showing it." He said bitterly, cutting you off. "Tell me, if you love me so much, why the hell would you agree to marry someone else?"

A list of excuses formed in your mind; any one of them he would probably accept and then move on with his life without you. He deserved better than bullshit excuses; especially after how upset he was. "I was scared. I didn't know what he would do if I said no. He could have just left me in Vegas with no phone and no way home or… worse."

Mishas face dropped at the admission. Of course you were scared, how could he think you wouldn't be. "Shit."

He wrapped his arms around you and spoke soothingly. "I'm sorry, I was being such an asshole. I wasn't thinking."

"I felt so guilty. That whole weekend and even after." Your voice shook with embarrassment and shame. "We had sex. I let him and it felt like I was cheating on you. How messed up is that?"

A small jolt of jealousy hit Misha. He didn't like thinking of Paul being allowed to touch you in such a way. He only hugged you tighter to show that he didn't blame you. "Shh. It's not messed up. It was just your heart reminding you of who you'd rather be with."

You pulled back and wiped the tears from your eyes. "I would rather be with you. I just…"

"You just nothing." Misha said cutting off whatever excuse you were going to give. "Look, I love you, ok? I know I don't have the right to tell you what to do with your life; but if you think I'm going to let you marry that piece of shit, you're crazier than I am."

The part of you that wanted to argue was getting smaller and smaller. What was there to argue about? Whether you felt you deserved it or not, Misha loved you and was ready to free you from the cage you had been living in. You inhaled deeply and let out a shuddered breath as you pulled the gaudy ring from your finger and set it on the bedside table.

Misha smiled warmly at the gesture. "Come on, well stay at my place tonight and figure out the rest tomorrow."

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The next morning seemed to come earlier than you had wanted it to. You and Misha has stayed up most of the night verbally and physically expressing your love to one another until you were both completely sated and content to fall asleep.

"Morning." Mishas voice was low and thick from not being fully awake yet. "Sleep well?"

"Mhmm." You mumbled as you cuddled close to his chest. "Don't wanna get up yet."

Misha grunted in agreement. Thoughts of laying in bed with you all day long drifted through his mind as his blood flow travelled south. He sighed in frustration, knowing there just wasn't time for what he really wanted at the moment. "We have to. We have a lot to figure out today."

"Five more minutes." You groggily whined as you lifted your leg over him; letting your thigh brush against his prominent erection. "Or longer perhaps."

Suddenly much more awake than a second ago you rolled to straddle his hips. Mishas warm hands slid smoothly across your skin; from your outer thighs, over your hips, and up your back. He pulled you down, kissing you hungrily and groaned into your mouth as your slick folds rubbed against his cock.

"Ok." He said with a chuckle. "I guess we don't have to get out of bed just yet."

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When you and Misha finally managed to pull yourselves from his bed, you made your way back to your former home to box up the irreplaceable items you owned and leave a note for Paul. You had agonized for well over an hour over what you were going to write; but ultimately decided a simple "It's over." was sufficient.

Back at Mishas house, you stared at the 3 medium sized boxes that seemed to contain your entire life. It amazed you how little you actually considered yours compared to what was Paul's. "I don't know why I thought there would be more. Everything that wasn't surround with Paul is right here and there's just so little."

Misha pulled you into his arms, knowing that this was a hard step for you. "That just means you're starting fresh. We are starting fresh. We can find a place to put everything and make you feel at home here."

"That's actually something I wanted to talk to you about." Your heart was racing from what you were about to tell him. "I, um, I think I should be on my own for a while."

Loosening his grip around you, his face wore a dejected and heartbroken expression. "That does make sense. It's a lot to expect you to be ready to jump into another relationship right after ending a bad one."

You patted his cheek lightly and smiled up at him. "Mish, no. God no. That's not what I meant at all! Shit. I meant that I should try to, I dunno, learn how to take care of myself for a while. Find an apartment and a job. That little café where we first met is hiring."

"Y/N, I don't know…" Misha said hesitantly. "I want to make sure you're ok. I understand asking you to live with me is a lot; but I have more than enough room in this big house and a top quality security system."

Part of you wanted to accept his offer. Living with him sounded like a dream come true; but you were set on trying this on your own. "I know you're worried; but I really need to do this. I just feel like I need to learn how to be my own person for once. Does that make sense?"

Misha sighed. There was no way he was going to be able to change your mind; especially because he could understand where you were coming from. "I get it. I don't love it; but I get it."

You let Misha pull you into another embrace and your heart swelled at how supportive he was being. It was a feeling you'd never had before and, damn, if it didn't feel good. Your thoughts drifted to heading back to bed to celebrate some more when you were interrupted by the phone ringing.

"It's Paul." Your voice shook slightly. "I should answer it."

He rubbed his hands up and down your arms and nodded. "I'll give you a minute; but I'll just be over here if you need me."

Misha leaned against a doorway as you paced back and forth while on the phone. Seeing you look so nervous and on the verge of upset bothered him greatly; all he wanted to do was grab the phone and tell Paul to fuck off. But he knew this was something you needed to do on your own as well and he was extremely proud to hear you standing up for yourself against the man who had torn you down so many times.

As soon as the call was over, he was ready to accept you back into his arms. Your shoulders shuddered as you let yourself cry against him; too emotional to be embarrassed. Misha simple backed up so you both could sit down and was prepared to comfort and hold you as long as you needed.

As your emotions started to level out again, you looked up at him and smiled. Your runny nose, crimson cheeks, and bloodshot eyes weren't enough to hide the look of relived joy on your face. For the first time in your life, you felt free.

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gaysparklepires · 6 years

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20. Vow

Everything was ready.

I was packed for my two-day visit with “Alice,” and my bag waited for me on the passenger seat of my truck. I’d given the concert tickets to Angela, Ben, and Mike. Jessica’s vacation had gotten delayed, which caused me some panic, but Mike ended up buying a fourth ticket to invite Jess which made me feel relieved. Billy had borrowed Old Quil Ateara’s boat and invited Charlie down for some open sea fishing before the afternoon game started. Collin and Brady, the two youngest werewolves, were staying behind to protect La Push—though they were just children, both of them only thirteen. Still, Charlie would be safer than anyone left in Forks.

I had done all that I could do. I tried to accept that, and put the things that were outside of my control out of my head, for tonight at least. One way or another, this would all be over in forty-eight hours. The thought was almost comforting.

Edward had requested that I relax, and I was going to do my best.

“For this one night, can we try to forget everything besides just you and me?” he’d pleaded, unleashing the full force of his eyes on me. “It seems like I can never get enough time like that. I need to be with you. Just you.”

That was not a hard request to agree to, though I knew that forgetting my fears would be much easier said than done. Because it was more than just my fears for the coming battle.

As I had sat gazing at the moon the night before—resting against a werewolf, no less—I had been thinking about my life and the path it had gone down. I was thinking about humanity. Mine, to be specific. I considered what it meant to be human, especially being human in a world surrounded by non-humans. I was thinking about what I had missed out on and what I still had a chance to experience. Human experiences. Edward was always so quick to push me into human experiences.

I thought about what my life would be like constantly on the run from the Volturi, or if we ran out of places to run and the only option was to change me. What would those new lives look like? What human experiences would I be able to have? What would I miss? Most importantly, which would I be willing to give up?

I had to prioritize.

I thought about Charlie, Renée, and all my friends at school. I thought about all the memories we could make together. Try a fishing trip with Charlie, go on another road trip with my mom. Go see a concert with all my friends. I thought about Jacob and the La Push pack. I thought about my days in Jacob’s garage laughing over warm sodas from brown paper bags. Could I let go of all of that?

I thought about my aspirations, I thought about what I desperately wanted. I thought about staying human and going to college. Part of me wistfully imagined going to culinary school. I did love to cook. I thought about traveling abroad and seeing different sights. I even, briefly, thought about marriage. As frightening of a notion that was to me, part of me wondered if maybe I needed to get over my aversion to the idea. I certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea of being with Edward forever.

All these thoughts had been racing through my head since the night before. All pushing and pulling against each other, vying to be in the forefront of my mind.

What would I give up, and what would I insist on? I wasn’t totally sure.

If I had to let go of things, move on, and create a new life for myself, it needed to be worth it. More than just worth it, it needed to be amazing. I needed to make everything count, and I needed to seize every opportunity when I could, because I was running out of time to do so.

I was confused by how nervous I felt as I drove down the long path to Edward’s house—I didn’t know why I suddenly had such serious jitters. Edward sat in the passenger seat, fighting a smile at my slow pace. I was surprised that he hadn’t insisted on taking the wheel, but tonight he seemed content to go at my speed.

It was after dark when we reached the house. In spite of that, the meadow was bright in the light shining from every window.

As soon as I cut the engine he was at my door, opening it for me. He lifted me from the cab with one arm, slinging my bag out of the truck bed and over his shoulder with the other. His lips found mine as I heard him kick the trucks door shut behind me.

Without breaking the kiss, he swung me up so that I was resting in his arms and carried me into the house.

Was the front door already open? I didn’t know. We were inside, though, and I was dizzy. I had to remind myself to breath.

The kissing did not frighten me. It wasn’t like before when I could feel the fear and panic leaking through his control. His lips were not anxious, but enthusiastic now—he seemed as thrilled as I was that we had tonight to concentrate on being together. He continued to kiss me for several minutes, standing there in the entry; he seemed less careful than usual, his mouth cold and urgent on mine.

I felt a wave of refreshed nervousness and I realized what made it different; it was an excited nervous.

With a low chuckle, he gently pulled me away.

“Welcome home,” he said, his eyes liquid and warm.

“That sounds nice,” I said, breathless.

He set me gently on my feet. I wrapped both my arms around him, not wanting any space between us.

“I have something for you,” he said, his tone conversational.

“Oh?”

“Your hand-me-down, remember? You said that was allowable.”

“Oh, that’s right. I guess I did say that.”

He chuckled at my reluctance.

“It’s up in my room. Shall I go get it?”

His bedroom? “Sure,” I agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach. “Let’s go.”

He must have been eager to give me my non-present, because human velocity was not fast enough for him. He scooped me up again and nearly flew up the stairs to his room. He set me down at the door, and darted into his closet.

He was back before I’d taken a step, scooped me up again, and set me down on the edge of the bed.

“Okay,” I raised an eyebrow. “Let me have it.”

Edward laughed.

He climbed onto the bed, and I felt my heart thump unevenly as a new wave of butterflies fluttered through my stomach.

“A hand-me-down,” he reminded me sternly. His hands went behind my neck, and before I could react I felt something slide down the chain of my necklace.

I examined it cautiously. Next to the little wooden wolf, there now hung a brilliant heart-shaped crystal. It was cut in a million facets, so that even in the subdued light shining from the lamp, it sparkled. I inhaled a low gasp.

“It was my mother’s.” He shrugged deprecatingly. “I inherited quite a few baubles like this. I’ve given some to Esme and Alice both. So, clearly, this is not a big deal in any way.”

I smiled ruefully at his assurance.

“But I thought it was a good representation,” he continued. “It’s hard and cold.” He laughed. “And it throws rainbows in the sunlight.”

“You forgot the other similarity,” I murmured. “It’s beautiful.”

“My heart is just as silent,” he mused. “And it, too, is yours.”

I twisted the chain of the necklace so the heart would glimmer. “Thank you. For both.”

“No, thank you. It’s a relief to have you accept a gift so easily. Good practice for you, too.” He grinned, flashing his teeth.

I leaned into him, ducking my head under his arm and cuddling into his side. It probably felt similar to snuggling with Michaelangelo’s David, except that this beautiful marble creature wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer.

I realized what I wanted tonight.

“So, can we discuss something? Please try to be open-minded and hear me out.”

He hesitated for a moment. “I’ll give it my best effort,” he agreed, cautious now.

“I’m not breaking any rules here,” I promised. “This is strictly about you and me.” I cleared my throat. “So… I was thinking… about human experiences. Specifically, ones that you wanted me to have, and ones that I wanted to have.”

“Go on.” He said, a smile in his voice.

“Well, I think it’s fair to put… marriage on your list of human experiences.”

“I suppose it’s a partial human experience,” he mused. “Given that only one of us is human. But, yes.” He smiled.

“I still have my problems with that one.” I said.

“Actually, if it helps, I did have a compromise for you regarding the marriage.”

“A compromise?” I asked, eagerly.

“Yes,” he stroked my cheek. “I understand you don’t like making a big fuss, you don’t care for parties, and you have your trepidations about everyone knowing you’re married.”

“All correct.” I nodded.

“So, what if it doesn’t have to be a big production? I don’t need any fanfare. You won’t have to tell anyone or make any changes. We’ll go to Vegas—you can wear old jeans and we’ll go to the chapel with the drive-through window. I just want it to be official—that I’m yours, and you are mine.”

“Okay, that’s a fair compromise.” I cleared my throat again, trying to change the subject. “College is on your list, too?”

“It is,” he said, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “And if marriage comes first, then what’s mine would be yours… like tuition money. So there would be no problem with Dartmouth.”

“Well, I think I’d need to actually have the grades to get into Dartmouth, not just the tuition money.”

“Alright, well, how about we discuss the marriage idea further.” He grinned widely.

“Okay, okay,” I was starting to feel flustered. “Here’s the deal.”

“The deal?”

I got to my knees and tried to look him in the eye but my face was red. “Okay, so we’re alone. In your bedroom.”

“Yes…” his eyes were cautious.

“And, yes, we have to be careful.”

“Yes…” he said it slowly, his body was starting to tense.

I leaned in closer to him. I put my arms around his neck.

“Beau…” he breathed.

“So there are a few human experiences that I would really like to have…” I mumbled, “Number one tonight is… Um…”

I took a deep breath, and swung my leg over his so I was straddling him. His hands moved quickly to my hips, and I could feel the tension in them. I leaned in and kissed him. My hands ran through his hair and I felt his grip tighten.

I started feeling dizzy from the lack of air. I pulled away from him for a second, his eyes were still somewhat cautious, I went in again for another kiss.

This time when I broke the kiss, I moved my lips along his jaw to his ear.

“I really want…” I felt my face go red. “I feel stupid saying it.”

“Tell me,” he breathed.

“It sounds so… dumb,” I murmured. “But I just want to have a crazy, intense… make-out session with my boyfriend in his bed...”

My face was burning red. It felt stupid saying it out loud. It felt juvenile. But it’s what I wanted. It was a human experience, one any teenager should have at least once in their life, right? And when you’re on the run there probably isn’t time for stuff like that.

His grip was still tight on my hips. I cautiously leaned back to look at his face. I expected him to look anxious or reproachful. Instead, all I saw was desire.

“Do you think,” I began quietly, “we could try that?”

A wickedly devious grin slowly spread across his handsome face.

“Oh, yes sir.”

Before I realized what was happening, he had spun me over onto the center of the bed. This time he was on top of me.

He began kissing my neck, slowly moving his way up to my jaw. My heart was racing. His lips found mind and the kiss was intense and passionate. One of his hands was still firmly on my hip, but the other slid up my body towards my chest. His hand went under my shirt and the touch of his cold skin against mine caused me to involuntarily arch my back.

My hands shot up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I felt his smile against my lips and my grip on his collar tightened.

I finally broke the kiss, purely for need of oxygen. Our eyes locked, I could only imagine the expression on my face was as intense as his. I tugged, too hard, on his collar, coaxing him to turn over. He understood what I wanted and, in a flash, I was on top of him. Somewhere in the movement, I had accidentally ripped off a few of the buttons of his shirt leaving his stunning chest exposed.

I dove in, kissing my way up his chest to his neck. One of his hands was on my hip, the other was in my hair. While I kissed his neck, I tried to covertly unbutton the rest of his shirt. He realized what I was doing, and I felt his body tense up slightly.

I moved quickly to his lips again, this time I teased the outline of them with my tongue. He exhaled a moan of pleasure.

We were spinning again, and he was on top of me once more.

His mouth was not gentle; there was a brand-new edge of conflict and desperation in the way his lips moved. I locked my arms around his neck, and, to my increasingly overheated skin, his body felt colder than ever. I trembled, but it was not from the chill.

He didn’t stop kissing me. I was the one who had to break away, again gasping for air. Even then his lips did not leave my skin, they just moved to my throat. I couldn’t keep myself from gasping. One of his hands gripped the wrought-iron bar of the bed’s headboard above us, and the other pulled at my shirt. My fingers tangled in his hair.

“Edward,” I moaned his name.

I suddenly heard a keening groan and a sharp snapping sound from above me that made me jump.

Edward froze.

My eyes shot up to his hand above me.

He had pulverized the metal bar of the headboard in his hand. I stared at the twisted metal in his vice-like grip with wide eyes. We both lay perfectly still, panting.

“Are you… okay?” I finally breathed.

“I think,” he said slowly, “we need to stop.”

His eyes met mine, and though he looked anxious now, there was still desire in his eyes.

“Probably,” I said. “But,” I took a deep breath, “you want to go further.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. I could see the look in his eyes and I knew that I wanted to.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath himself.

“You can’t possibly imagine how very much I would like to.”

“So…” I trailed off suggestively.

“I don’t think that’s possible now.” He said it slowly, like he was trying to convince himself. “Later, when you’re less breakable.”

“If I become less breakable.”

“Beau, I don’t—“

“Do you… want to?” I breathed.

His closed eyes tightened. He paused for a long moment.

“Yes.”

“Well, so do I.”

“Beau, I could kill you,” he whispered.

“I don’t think you could.”

Without opening his eyes, he carefully extended his arm out over the side of the bed. He opened his hand and the twisted hunk of metal clattered to the floor.

“Okay, obviously we got a little carried away,” I said quietly. “But you don’t want to hurt me… so much so that I don’t think that you ever could.”

He started shaking his head before I was done.

“It might not work that way, Beau.”

“Might,” I pushed. “You have no more idea what you’re talking about than I do.”

“Exactly.” He opened his eyes and they bored into mine. “Do you imagine I could ever take that kind of risk with you?”

I considered that for a moment.

“Maybe, if we were more careful?” I offered. I moved my hands to his shoulders, and I gently coaxed his open shirt off, sliding it slightly down his arms. “Took it slow?”

“Beau,” he breathed. “You will be the death of me, I swear.”

I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to try and force you into something you don’t want to do.”

He managed to laugh then. “Believe me, Beau. I want to.”

I smirked and tugged at my shirt, trying to lift it over my head. His hand caught mine and his lips were at my ear.

“Beau,” he murmured, his voice warm and velvet. “Would you please stop trying to take your clothes off.”

“Would you like to do that part?” I asked, confused.

He chuckled. His lips kissed gently along my cheek and jaw. “I would…” he trailed off.

“But?”

He sighed, and moved to lay beside me.

“I think it’s my turn to be embarrassed,” he smiled his crooked smile. “Because your vampire boyfriend is rather old fashioned.”

I curled into him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I want nothing in this whole world more than I want you.” He said, stroking my cheek. “But there’s just one rule I would like to leave unbroken.”

“I’m confused.”

“I want you, in this way,” he began, “But I want to be married to you first.”

I shot straight up in the bed, my eyes wide.

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t think that’s asking too much.” He smiled.

“It’s… a little old-fashioned.” I finally said.

“As I said, so am I.”

I stared at him, I felt like I was short on breath. When I didn’t speak, he sat up.

“Beau, you believe I have a soul.” He said quietly.

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t know if I believe that, at least I didn’t before I met you. But now, because of you, I’d believe that maybe I do have a soul. You’ve made me feel like so much more than the monster I am. You’ve made me feel… human again.” He smiled. “And, if I am going to try to be as human as I can be, if I am to believe I have a soul, then I want to do things the right way.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued.

“I’m from a different era, Beau. Things were… much less complicated.” He took my hands in his. “Thankfully, we live in a time where I can even entertain the notion of marrying you. A time where I can hold your hand, declare my love for you in public without fear.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. He laughed.

“But, Beau, if I could have done things the way they were back then, I would have courted you the proper way. I wouldn’t have coveted you so desperately, reached out and selfishly taken you. I would have sent you flowers and gifts every day. I would have gotten down on one knee.”

He slid off the bed then, down onto his knee. My heart started pounding.

He reached into his pocket, “And I would have presented you with a ring.” He pulled out a small black box.

I held my breath as he opened it. Nestled into the black satin inside the box, was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. The face was a rounded square, set with a large sparkling square stone in the center, surrounded by a border of smaller round stones. The band was silver—delicate and narrow, coming into filigree-like points holding the face. The silver made a fragile web around the diamonds. I’d never seen anything like it.

Unthinkingly, I stroked the shimmering gems.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“It was my mother’s. I suppose it’s a little outdated.” His tone was apologetic. “Old-fashioned, just like me.”

“No, it’s beautiful, Edward.”

“Beau?”

I looked up to meet his gaze.

“Beauregard Swan,” He looked at me through his long lashes, his golden eyes soft but, somehow, still scorching. “I promise to love you forever—every single day of forever. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?”

He took the ring from the box, and gently slid it on my finger. My eyes were wide. There were so many things I wanted to say, so many words that were caught in my throat. I felt my emotions bubble up and spill over as tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t find many words, so I said the only one that really mattered, “Yes.”

I could see the absolute elation fill his face as he rose to his feet. He scooped me off the bed and spun me in his arms. Then he kissed me, deeply and passionately.

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