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The Mentorship, Part 3

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , eventual Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 3 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 5021

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

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Training intensified over the last week. Brinkley wondered if Curt was getting back at her for her stunt in the kitchen. She knew she’d earned it, each night her tired and sore muscles reminded her that she had brought it on herself. Curt had been pushing her more though she was the one reaping the benefits. She’d told Curt she didn’t want to be super muscular, but she wanted to be strong. She could feel her strength improve drastically, but the only obvious increase in size was her ass. She wondered if he’d done that on purpose. Either way, she was happy with curves and strength.

She’d packed all of her things, preparing to go out on the road for the next 70 day stretch. She was excited to get back into the swing of things and to show off her new wrestling skills. She was relieved when her new ring outfit was delivered that morning; couldn’t have been much closer to zero hour.

The set came with four pieces; long tights, short shorts, a matching corset top, and a long sleeved zippered top. She could mix and match them as she pleased. They were smaller than her last set, but as she put them on, she was relieved that they fit. She paired the shorts and the long sleeve top, zipping it only halfway. She went to the gym, using the full length mirror to check all the angles.

Curt walked in with his duffel bag, his gear in the storage room off of the gym.

“Is that new?” Curt looked over the outfit, seeing that his heavy squat schedule had done its job.

“Yes, JUST got delivered. I didn’t think I’d have it for this trip.” She kept making micro adjustments, happy with the fit, but feeling a tug of self-consciousness. Curt set his bag down and walked over slowly, continuing to look her over.

“Looks good, did you get boots?” He looked down at her bare feet, “Or are you going to run around barefoot?”

“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, “They are in my bag, didn’t feel like lacing them up just to take them back off again.” She watched in the mirror as Curt approached her, standing right behind her as she faced their reflections.

She smirked as he adjusted the outfit. He moved the zipper on her top down slightly.

“There, that’s better,” He smirked.

“Don’t think the FCC will be happy if they just come flying out of there,” she zipped it back up, she stifled a grin.

“I dunno, might help with ratings,” He pulled it back down, even lower this time, smacking her hand away as she tried to correct it again, “Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. I’ll show you how to lock that in place if we can find some paper clips somewhere. He winked at her via the reflection.

“Fine…I guess you know best,” She posed with her hands on her hips as Curt’s hands trailed along the bottom hem of the top. Grazing her skin, Brinkley tried not to visibly shudder. A small voice in her head was hoping that his hands wouldn’t stop wandering.

“I do.” He said succinctly, “And this is really good on you. It's hot, own it,” He advised her as he stepped away.

She was fairly sure that Curt wasn’t going to cross that line again; it was hard to not be disappointed when his hands didn’t touch more. She bit her tongue to keep from saying ‘thank you, daddy”.

“By the way, we’re picking up a guy on the way,” Curt said, stepping away from her and grabbing his bag.

“Oh? Is he gonna be with us the whole tour? Or just bumming a ride?” She fixed her hair up into a ponytail, still watching Curt. Even in a polo and jeans, he looked toned and muscular. She wondered if he had shaved his chest or not. She hoped not, something about that smattering of blonde hair over his broad, tanned chest was sexy to her. She snapped out of her trance only to turn her head away from him, having been caught staring.

“Probably ride with us through the first few cities, few weeks or so,” He liked catching her staring, it boosted his confidence.

When he still didn’t mention who, Brinkley couldn’t subdue her curiosity.

“Well who is it then?”

“Oh, Scott,” Curt said, disappearing into the storage room. Brinkley’s face fell, surely she misheard him.

“Scott? Norton?” She asked cautiously, following him.

“No, Scott Hall,” He answered cooly, knowing he was riling her up. He knew how she felt about him. She had admitted she thought he was attractive, but Curt knew she had a pretty heavy crush on him at the moment. He probably shouldn’t have used that knowledge against her, but this had been set in motion when she’d caught him off guard. Known as one of the biggest pranksters of all time, Curt couldn’t allow himself to be one-upped. He’d make sure she’d learn that lesson.

“Are you serious?” She knew she’d told Curt that she thought Scott was the best looking guy early on as they were getting to know each other, she didn’t think he’d use that against her.

“Oh c’mon, you still don’t have a thing for him, do you?” Curt teased, laughing at her aghast face.

“I mean…I….he’s….” She stammered, feeling her cheeks burn.

“Well I guess you do,” he was amused at her state, “Thought maybe I’d ruined the thought of other guys for ya,”

Now Brinkley really blushed, and she opened her mouth several times to snap back at him, but nothing came to her mind.

“No comeback?” He was satisfied to see that she was still smitten with the idea of Scott. His revenge would be that much sweeter. He needed to calm her down though or she’d never let her guard down enough, “Chill out, he’s just a guy. He doesn’t know you’re hot for him. It's just a free ride for him,” He finished packing his bag.

“God, I’m not hot for him, I just think he’s a good looking guy,” She sneered at him.

“Oh, and I’m not,” Curt mocked offense.

“I put your dick in my mouth, didn’t I,” She snapped back, the surprise now on his face. Curt had to chuckle at her smug response. He straightened his face quickly.

“You know better…radio silence, remember?” he playfully nudged her toward the door.

“You started it,” She mumbled.

“Get your ass dressed, we need to leave before we’re late,” resisting smacking it, he kicked her gently in the ass to spur her forward instead.

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Curt was glad they'd picked up the rental car the night before. Leaving the house, they were immediately on the road. Brinkley chattered away mindlessly as she always did on road trips. He had threatened on other tours to duct tape her mouth shut. He always showed her the tape in his bag.

She never knew if he was legitimately threatening her or not, but she knew enough legends of his ribs not to test him too much. Patience wore thinner on the road than it did at home.

He knew today she was nervous because of their traveling companion. The closer they got to the airport, the more fidgety she became. He wondered if she'd be rolled up in a ball by the time they pulled up to the arrivals gate at the airport and waited in the line of cars.

“Couple of things before we're officially on the clock,” Curt drummed his hand on the steering wheel, “One ...I wouldn't mention anything but the training to anyone…even if you think they're your friends. Not just for my reputation, but your's. I only know of one or two people I would even think of telling and I've been in this for 20+ years now,” he looked over at her. She was focusing on him intently, nodding as he finished, “Two…this goes against my better judgment, but I know what life is like on the road and I will give you one…ONE…free pass to use,” he held up a single digit as he spoke firmly again.

“Free pass?” She questioned for clarity, her focus sometimes stolen as she looked for Scott ahead.

“Yeah…free pass,” he declined to elaborate. His vagueness gained her attention again, “only one, though.” He reiterated.

Brinkley licked her lip quickly before biting it once she realized what he meant.

“But you said…” She started.

“If you don’t want it, I can take it back,” he shrugged, the car inching forward.

“NO!” She blurted out, her hand on his arm, “I mean...don't take it back,” she mumbled, feeling again like curling into herself.

Curt felt smug now. He shouldn't need the carnal attention from her, but it definitely stroked his ego.

“Hell, who knows, you might spend this whole tour climbing up this guy's pole,” he teased as he put the car in park.

“CURT!” She gasped, jumping a little when her car door opened. She nearly dug her nails into the seat of the car.

Scott Hall stuck his head in the car, staring at her mere inches away. He was silent at first as if waiting for her to speak.

“Guess you got the rookie with no manners,” he spoke finally. Brinkley looked between them, before realizing she was the rookie.

“But…I was in the car first?” She said, not having been hazed the first time around. Curt laughed heartily and Scott scoffed.

“Wrong answer rook…” he stood up and held the door open.

Brinkley looked at Curt one more time, who shrugged.

“I would probably do what he says.” He suggested.

Brinkley huffed, but got out of the car, realizing how much more she had to look up at Scott. He was a very impressive and imposing man. He had several inches on Curt and had a darker aura about him.

“Make sure you get both bags in the trunk. Don't wanna be walking to the ring stark ass naked.”

Brinkley turned away from him quickly, grabbing the heavy bags. She struggled to the trunk with them as Scott slid into her seat.

“Did you train that girl at all?” Scott joked after fist bumping his long time friend, “pretty ballsy response,”

“She’s mouthy, and she's a little out of it today,” Curt made an excuse after popping the trunk.

“What did you already fuck her? Damn, I thought you said a couple weeks, ” Scott joked.

“Not today,” Curt smirked, “and yeah, that's still on,”

“She have any clue?” Scott jutted his thumb backwards, towards her.

“I don't think so, she was nervous enough just being in the same car with you.”

“What, am I that intimidating,” Scott felt smug now.

“I think she's just got the hots for ya,” Curt lowered his voice as she came around the car.

“Is that so,” Scott's tone was mischievous as she slid in the backseat, “Thanks, doll. Here's a tip” he drawled towards her, giving her a $20 bill and winked, “Plenty more where that came from.”

Curt covered his smile with his hand as he saw her shrink down into the seat a little.

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The first city was only a few hours away in Wisconsin, and the next week was smattered around that state and then, Illinois, and Iowa. After that they would ditch the rental car for a few flights as they crisscrossed the country a bit.

Brinkley wondered if being in the car for this many hours with these two might actually cure her lustful thoughts. Surely, she'd tire of their company, wouldn't she? Or they would be annoyed by her if she couldn't stifle her talking. She knew that duct tape was in the glovebox.

“So was Hennig hard on ya?” Scott asked a short time after leaving the city.

“What??” Brinkley immediately realized she took his question the wrong way and tried to recover, “Oh, I mean Curt's a good teacher. Everything he did just made me better. I learned a ton.” She recovered quickly.

“You should see the cakes on her after squatting 250” Curt interjected.

She wanted to kick the back of his seat at first, but realized that this subject was likely fair game and common in the business, though it still made her feel a bit objectified.

“If I recall, they were pretty nice before,” Scott feigned thoughtfulness before looking over his shoulder at her, “When we stop you're gonna have to get out and do a little turn for me,”

Brinkley's laugh was airy and soft, she could barely resist wanting to hide. Curt knew the banter was killing her.

“Maybe just wait till we get to the arena. You can see it when everyone else does,” she countered.

“She got new ring wear,” Curt winked at her in the rearview mirror, “I think she got it just to show off her ass,”

Brinkley grinned out of embarrassment, shifting her focus to the quickly passing landscape outside of her window.

“...Maybe,” she replied, shrugging.

“Give me a preview beforehand and I'll tell you what I think,” Scott said.

Brinkley looked back at him, meeting his gaze.

“.....Maybe,” she repeated.

A couple of hours in, she succumbed to the sleepiness brought on by the hum of the road. She wasn’t sure if she was safe to do so. She didn't want to wake up missing an eyebrow like so many had, but she couldn’t fight it any longer. Her headphones blocked any other sound.

“So,” Scott spoke low, though he was pretty confident she couldn't hear them, “she said she's got a thing for me?” He glanced back at her.

“Yeah, she told me a while back. I think she just wanted to tell someone to get it off her chest. When I told her you were coming she nearly screamed.” Curt kept an eye on her in his visor mirror just in case.

“So…she really has no idea what you, “ Scott glanced back again and lowered his voice even more, “what you have planned?”

“Nope. And she's not gonna. She got me good at the house a couple of weeks ago. So this is payback.” Curt tried not to think too much of how good she looked on her knees in front of him.

“Classic Curt, can't be outdone,” Scott laughed.

“You wanna mess with her beforehand? If she starts jabbering on, there's duct tape in the glovebox.” Curt pointed towards it, “I always threaten to tape her mouth shut. You should get it and climb back there with her, she'll flip,”

“Just her mouth?” Scott joked, thinking of what he could do in the backseat with her restrained.

“Ha, yeah…this time at least,” Curt saw her stir a little as she rubbed her eyes. He made a subtle slashing motion across his throat that Scott picked up quickly.

“Where are we?” she mumbled, pulling her headphones from her ears and rubbing her eyes, “Are we there yet?” She yawned, looking out to see only countryside.

“Nah, couple more hours,” Curt checked his watch, “Should be rolling into Green Bay around 4. Gotta be at the arena by 6:30,”

“Uuuuugh, I thought we'd be closer,” she pouted with no specific complaint. She just wanted some space to herself for a few minutes. While she was awake she was darting between trying not to stare at Scott and avoiding catching Curt's gaze in the rearview mirror.

“How about a little cheese with that whine,” Scott snickered, lounged back in his seat.

“How about a little shut the fuck up?” she countered back, sticking her tongue out at him slightly.

Both men were silent at first, both looking over their shoulder at her and then at one another. Brinkley realized her impulsive response might have been out of turn. She wondered if she should apologize or just let it go. But she did notice Scott leaning forward and opening the glovebox.

“I'm sorry!” She said quickly as she saw the silver roll of tape in Scott's hand. But her apology did not seem to alter his plan as Curt pulled over the car, “No! No no no, I said I was sorry!” She skittered as far into the corner of the backseat as she could, her legs folded up in front of her. She felt it hard to breathe as Scott opened the door and his large frame climbed into the back seat and reached for her. She had nowhere to escape to and nowhere to hide.

“You're gonna be sorry,” Scott chuckled with a wicked disposition, “Rookie needs to learn to watch that smart mouth,”

He kneeled next to her, holding the tape roll firmly as she tried to kick it out of his hand. As her leg extended, he moved closer, blocking her leg from retracting. She clamped a hand over her mouth, still protesting. She squirmed trying to avoid his reach, but soon she found herself nearly straddled by him and his one free hand was large enough to grasp and pin both of her wrists above her head.

He easily overpowered her. He wondered if he should maybe give her mouth something else to keep it quiet. He could tell she was mortified, embarrassed, but most importantly she was flushed with want. The way she protested, Scott knew Curt was telling the truth about her attraction to him.

Using his teeth, he peeled a strip of tape and ripped it from the roll, tossing it to the floor.

“She's feisty,” Scott laughed, finding her harder to control than he'd initially thought.

“Don’t, I promise! I promise I'll be quiet,” she pleaded with him. Her breath was shallow and her entire body was tingling. She felt a shiver as she saw Scott's eyes fall from her face as he looked her over.

“What do you think, Hennig?” Scott asked, keeping her pinned.

“I don't know man, she's got a pretty smart mouth on her,” Curt shrugged, “How else is she gonna learn?”

Brinkley wanted to kick Curt, it wasn’t like she hadn't said things 10 times worse to him.

Scott leaned down and Brinkley was both excited and scared with how close he was.

“This is your one warning, doll,” his low tone was gruff, “Pull that again and it'll be more than just your mouth that's in trouble,”

Her eyes were wide and she could barely form a noise, but she nodded and managed to squeak out a meager, “I swear,”

He held her for a moment longer before retreating, taking his place in the front seat again. Curt pulled back on to the highway. In his rearview he didn't think he'd ever seen her as flustered as she was right now. She was in a haze, trying to comprehend what had just happened and if that was really her underneath Scott Hall in the back of the car. Her cheeks flushed a deep red when she pictured Scott doing more than pinning her and Curt watching them in the rear view mirror.

“Hot back there?” Curt asked, spurring her out of her stupor, noticing the red in her face. He smirked when she shook her head quickly.

“No, I’m fine,” she changed her view to the approaching city skyline in her window.

Curt and Scott again exchanged knowing glances.

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Immediately at the arena, all three were randomly selected for drug testing. So Brinkley was quickly relieved of their company and for the first time in hours she felt as if she could breathe freely. She hadn’t realized how imposing being around both men had really been. For some reason, the women’s line was taking twice as long and by the time she had arrived at her assigned room she would share with Curt among many others, it was full and raucous laughter spilled from the doorway. She was getting used to it, but she felt awkward walking into a room of 40+ year old seasoned men as the new, green girl.

She felt like she might have been the topic of discussion as the voices hushed and eyes turned towards her as she tried to slink into the room unnoticed.

“So we’ve finally got the secret on how to keep you in line, Fresh Meat,” Kevin pointed at her. She found herself flustered again, but tried to remember Curt’s advice about taking the newbie taunting. She’d have to take it in stride.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” She quipped back, ignoring the stone in her gut.

“Nah, Scott gave us the skinny, we just gotta keep a roll of duct tape around and you’ll be our obedient little pet,” Kevin loved hazing the new girls. It might have been because of how much he liked seeing them squirm.

“As if you could,” She replied, “Kinda hard to tape my mouth shut when you’ve got one hand always in your hair and the other always…occupied,” She held her breath for a moment, before she was met with mocking “ooohs” directed at Kevin.

“Rook’s got a mouth,” Rick Steiner interjected, “I like the ones that know how to use that,”

“Don’t worry, you’ll figure out that part one day,” Brinkley said instinctively, she was relieved when it was met with a laughing response.

“If she gets out of line, just come find me,” Scott drawled next, “she knows I can pin her in a corner,” He slapped the roll of duct tape loudly on the table and Brinkley’s eyes went wide for a moment and she fumbled for a response.

“Well…if you’ll notice, it doesn't look like I have any duct tape on now, does it?” She popped a hand on one hip as her face wore the same level of snark as her tone.

Scott’s eyebrows popped up as he grabbed the tape and stood, his chair scraping back roughly against the concrete.

Her natural reflex was to scurry to safety as she darted towards the door. She knew testing Scott, he might just follow through. She did not want to spend the evening as a subdued captive of these men. Scott took a few steps, but she slipped just ahead of him.

Brinkley did not stop until she was out of sight of the door, realizing she was shaking.

“Get it together…” She admonished herself, trying to rid herself of that dark, playful look that crossed Scott’s face.

She walked to the ring with Curt tonight, holding his towel and pulling the straps of his singlet up and onto his shoulders in the ring.

“Every guy in here is hard as a rock looking at you in those shorts,” Curt mumbled as she fixed his gear in the middle of the ring.

Brinkley wore the same configuration of the outfit that she had shown Curt before. She smirked as he looked down at the zipper she’d left a little higher than his liking. She looked downward for a split second and back up.

“Well… not every guy, apparently” She murmured back.

“I got gear helping me out…trust me, you’re in every one of these fuckers fantasies right now,”

She rolled her eyes and left the ring, waiting by the apron until she was called in by Curt late in the match, distracting his opponent before laying a perfectly placed, but safe sidekick to the head as he came off the ropes. She slid out while Curt went for the pin, winning the match.

Even though it was minor, Brinkley was proud of the work, she would get more and more as the tour went on. But just a couple of months ago, she was nothing but eye candy, so she had at least improved herself a little.

“Did it look ok?” She asked Curt, comfortable enough to be insecure with him.

Curt stifled the urge to haze her more, he was still her mentor after all. It was his job to make her confident and she needed to be so around these guys. They’d smell her weakness and pounce.

“It looked perfect,” He assessed her, “Exactly as we practiced. The crowd seemed to pop a little for ya, might end up turning you face if you’ve not careful.” Curt laughed as she wrinkled her nose. He knew she wanted to be a heel, she wanted to be devious and snarky and mouthy.

“No thanks,” She responded predictably.

“Let’s get our stuff together, as soon as Scott’s done, we’re on the road.” Curt told her as they entered the now empty locker room.

She’d almost forgotten that she would indeed be stuck in the car with Scott for several days. If today was any indication, it would not be uneventful.

“We’ll drop you at the motel before we head out,” Curt followed up, chuckling when she pouted.

“What?! I have to stay in the room while you guys go out and party??” She hated being left out, even if it would be awkward for her to be the only girl in a room full of inebriated, lonely men.

“You really wanna hang out with a bunch of dudes getting hammered, talking about who shit in who’s bag?” He did not paint a pretty picture.

“Well…no…but it seems like you guys have fun sometimes,” She countered, less enthused.

“It’s not glamorous. This is just a dive bar we all know of. Its right next to the motel, so if you get scared, I can come check on you,” He winked at her as he buttoned his shirt.

“I’m not going to be scared…” She narrowed her eyes at home, “I just…kind of thought,” SHe hated stumbling over her words, but she struggled to spit them out, “First night on the road…end of my training period, might be fun to…celebrate?”

Curt could hardly believe his ears. He’d given her one pass and after only a few hours, she was chomping at the bit to cash it in. It turned him on and he wished he still had the concealment of his gear.

“The first night? You sure you don’t wanna wait until you're all worked up and desperate?” He left the top couple of buttons undone and rolled up his sleeves now, “Might wanna save it for a rainy day,”

She shrugged, but didn’t retract her request.

“Tonight’s probably not the best time…” he walked across the room to a mirror, smoothing his blonde hair back into a contained ponytail, he noted her disappointment in the reflection, “Well if you’re that worked up, just jump on Scott’s pole in the car,” He teased.

“What about me?” Scott said, coming in the room in only his wrestling trunks, his black hair a bit disheveled and his body glistening still with sweat and oil.

Curt could see that Brinkley was mortified, though her eyes were glued to Scott. She looked at Curt, pleading to not embarrass her more.

“Just wondering if you’d even finally finish up that match, I could use a drink or five,” Curt fibbed, exchanging a forgiving look with Brinkley. She sighed with relief, “Just gotta drop off the kid at the sitters.” He didn’t have to look at her to know she was staring daggers at him.

Maybe she was pouting for not getting her way, maybe she was miffed about his last dig, but Brinkley didn’t talk much on the ride to the next town. It was late, she might have been tired, but it was far more likely the former or perhaps Scott’s threat was taken to heart. She did smile when Scott complimented her on her performance.

Brinkley took the initiative to unload everyone’s bags from their trunks. Four other cars full of wrestlers showed at this motor inn. While they went in to pay for the night's rate, she moved the bags to the sidewalk. She caught her breath after heaving the last one, Kevin’s impossibly full bag. She wouldn’t complain, this was not an uncommon expectation for the new kid of the bunch.

She was met with appreciative reception as gaggle of men filed out of the office, along with confusing remarks.

“Tough break, rook, “ Rick Steiner and Eddie Guerrero said as they collected their bags and headed to a room. Kevin and Scott also looked at her with some degree of teasing sympathy.

“Your boy sucks and rock, paper, scissor,” Scott laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “I’d offer you a spot, but neither of us are sharing,” He winked at her and headed on, leaving Brinkley confused behind him. Curt finally emerged, looking irritated.

“Did I miss something?” she questioned, picking up her bag. After a moment, she groaned, picking up his bag as well after an admonishing look.

“Yeah, you missed us getting the short end of the stick,” He walked down the breezeway to the last room in the building as she followed. It made sense as she followed him into the room, the lone bed in the middle of the room was obvious, “You were one paper throw away from having to share this with Scott,” Brinkley didn’t blush too much, mostly out of relief that she wouldn’t have to share a queen bed with a possibly drunk Scott Hall.

“Oh…just the one?” She set the bags down, her shoulder begging for relief.

“Mmm hmm,” He answered, tossing the spare physical key attached to a plastic keychain on the dresser, “Don’t forget, best behavior,” he reminded her of his earlier denial. He smirked as she tried to huff subtly. It was surprising that she didn’t stomp her foot.

“I remember,” She said, picking her bag back up, she set it on the table, rifling through it for something to sleep in.

“Good girl,” Curt nearly crooned, heading towards the door, “We’ll probably be there till last call. Get some shut eye,” He winked before leaving.

Brinkley wanted to throw her clothes at the door, if she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought he was purposefully using his offer against her. She resisted the tantrum, instead taking the opportunity to shower thoroughly and take as much time as she wanted.

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amourlyns · 1 year

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⠀ 「 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ Cole and Faustine reflect on the time they spent together over the years, especially the seasons. Late spring and early fall is one of the very many seasons Cass enjoys the most.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Cole Cassidy + Faustine. OC

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀Dedicated to @i1yso . Faustine is their own original oc! This is set in a modern au, winter is in their cabin up north, fall is in Greece, spring is Paris and summer is Italy ! 🦦 Heavily inspired by this song ➜ masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None!

⠀ ⠀ ★ ⠀ | IT’S WINTER TIME, AND COLE IS outside on the porch with a cigar in between his lips and hot cocoa in his grasp. Winter always seems to coat the world in a silence he wouldn’t get anywhere else.

Faustine isn’t far behind, she’s somewhere in their cozy little cabin searching for the perfect blanket for this chilly night. She emerges from their shared home, the creak of the door signals it. She’s wrapped around in familiar quilt Ana gifted them a few years back.

It was still in perfect condition, Faustine swore to keep the item pristine till she died. Needless to say she adored the gift, in fact… Faustine appreciated every single gift anyone gave to them. She cherished them, although her appreciation may be hard to see time to time.

Faustine sits besides Cole, draping the quilt on their bodies. She doesn’t say a single word to him, choosing to focus on the comfort silence between them. She takes a sip of the sweet thick liquid with a hum, the warmth seeped from the hand made mug Gabriel gave them last month.

It was a sweet sentiment, he always did have a knack for arts n’ crafts. The mug resembled Route 44, tumbleweeds and all. It was really a piece of art. ❛ Reyes did a good job on this mug. ‘S real nice. ❜ Cole praises softly, amber hues study Faustine’s expression for a few moments before glancing away.

She doesn’t say much, the only audible thing that leaves her is the faint sound of her humming in agreement.

There was one thing Cole knew about Faustine. He knew that woman hated waking up on early mornings, she would rather sleep in and get her desired amount of rest. She’s been trying to shake the habit though, it’s obvious by her actions today and the last few weeks of her waking up early just to be with Cole.

It was a sweet gesture though, the bed head and the quiet demeanor in the morning was always a delight. The mere thought caused his lips to curl up into a smile, Faustine watched him with a weariness like no other.

A smile creeps up to her expression as well. ❛ What are you smiling at creep? You look weird ❜ despite her blunt statement, she only cuddles into Cole’s side. Watching him with an admiration he’s never really felt before, he’s had something similar sure. But never this. ❛ ‘S nothing too serious now, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it. ❜

There’s an unmistakeable quirk in her brow. She was obviously not convinced but, she’d get over it eventually. Maybe after a few hours of pestering him, but he’ll be fine.

After a few more hours of dozing off in the morning sun, the couple moves back inside for the remainder of the day. The limbs would intertwine together like fine threads of silk entangling together due to the strength of northern winds.

Something inevitable and habitual. It’s the way they touch each other, these gentle little gestures of love for on another. It sparks something in Cole, something he hasn’t thought about since last year.

And that was marrying Faustine.

The thought of marriage used to startle him, a commit that lasted a life time… with one individual? It used to frighten him to death, he could only dream about being held down in such a manner. He was sure Faustine felt the same way about attachment.

Cole questions a few things in the moment. What was it about Faustine that made him change the way he viewed love? He’s had other lovers in the past, sure. But he just couldn’t shake Faustine. Was it her mere charms that had him like a love sick puppy? Or was it her lovers coo that melted his core?

Whatever it was, it was magical.

IT’S SPRING NOW, AFTER SOME DISCUSSION about spent some time in sweet, sweet Paris. The couple has enjoyed the city so far.

Faustine was a bit annoyed due to the pollen and her allergies. But it was nothing some Benadryl can’t help with.

It seems like the atmosphere gave Cass some courage too, as well as a few talks with Reyes about marriage. Why did he marry Martina? When did it feel right? And kids…

Cole Cassidy has never had any thoughts about kids with Faustine, marriage? Sure. But kids?… It must’ve felt right at the moment. Or maybe it was something he’s always thought about in his heart…

There was one thing he knew for sure, and that was his love for Faustine. Cole loved Faustine with every bone and fiber in his body, there were no ifs or buts about it. That was the main reason he wanted to go to Paris, his love for Faustine. He would propose to her in the city she considers home.

Cole wanted to be her home one day too.

THE SUNSETS, AND THE LOVERS RETIRE TO THEIR hotel room. It was their last day in Paris and it’s was Cole’s final day to ask the question. His hands are clammy and his throat runs dry. All he needed to do was charm the lady, how hard was that?

They were already situated in each others arms, dancing to Micheal Bublé’s 〞 The Way You Look Tonight. 〞Hips would sway to the soft rhythm throughout the shared space. A smile beams across Faustine’s expression, cheeks would glow in a rosy tint at the close proximity.

Cole was the man who could still make Faustine melt into a puddle, the man she loved since she was just a teenager. There’s nothing else for her but to love him, and the way he looks tonight. Eyes would meet and lips would collide, a soft laughter escapes Faustine… and Cole is lost in the moment.

His foolish heart squeeze and constricts at the sight of her nose crinkling up in joy. Words stumble out from her lips, he’s not paying attention of course, but there was an obvious tenderness to it. ❛ Cole, mon coeur. You keep spacing out on me, should we call it a night and head to bed? We’ve got a long trip tomorrow. ❜

He snaps out of his daze, focusing on his lover once more. A dopey smile keeps onto his expression. ❛ ‘S nothin’, promise! You just look lovely tonight. That breathless charm always gets to me hon. ❜ Instead of replying, she places a few kisses against Cassidy’s jawline. Murmuring a few sweet nothings into his ear. It was now or never for Cole.

The hand against her waist gives a slight squeeze. The action causes Faustine to gaze at him with confusion. She nods, waiting for him to continue whatever he had to say. He gets on one knee, removing the ring from his back pocket. Moonlight illuminates the pair.

❛ Hyeon—ju, Faustine. I’ve loved you since we were eighteen, and I’ve done nothing else but adore and cherish you for all those years. This is me, taking a chance with you. God, I might seem like a damn fool right now but I’ve never wanted anything more than this honey.❜

What could she even say to this? She’s too shocked to utter a word, and the tears in her eyes make it impossible to see anything. How long was he planning this? Marrying… her? She must’ve been going insane. After a few more minutes of shock, more tears and uncontrollable smiling. She says yes.

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