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Damn, Daniel! (NSFW Alphabet)

Like I said before, shittiest bar... but the best service. How’d that wine treat you? We have some fine scotch, imported from only the rarest of countries that you’ve never heard of. Oh, I do hope you’re settled in for the evening. The main course’s just beginning, and my dears, it’ll leave you begging for more, until the very last bite. The night’s just begun... and yes, of course, whiskey, coming up. I promise you that you’ll leave tonight... simply satisfied.

Note: A NSFW Alphabet brought to you on this Thirsty Thursday by @boneandfur and myself. A huge shoutout to her letting me hop on this crack ship train. Please enjoy!

Pairing: Daniel The Waiter x TRR MC, Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 9,474-- get some wine, block some shit on moblie, and sit back.

Warnings: Language, NSFW-- and a very LONG FIC. Please block long post, nsfw, Choices Thirsty Thursday, Damn Daniel if you do not want to scroll on mobile. A Read More is attached after the picture, but Tumblr is shit.

Summary: While Daniel remains MIA, we explore through saucy, funny, and angsty drabbles that there was always a little more to Riley and Daniel’s friendship....

Permatags: @youwontlikewherewewillgo, @mfackenthal, @jadedpixiescribbles, @ashtonmore, @pbchoicesobsessed, @hhiggs

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) ~

“Would you care for an after dinner mint, madam?” Daniel asks in his most pompous voice, and they both break out laughing. They're finishing up their drinks, Riley is leaning against the desk and he can see the pink scalloped edge of her thong peeking out of the back of her work trousers when she rolls her hips, and he remembers pulling them down with his teeth, how he's always dreamed of that, how it was better than his every fantasy—

“Yes, let's go get after dinner mints,” Riley says with a sly grin, and then he's following her dumbly to the bar, not sure where she's going with this, but wherever Riley goes Daniel follows. Riley pops a wintergreen mint in her mouth, and then she's easing down his boxers, and she says, “Let me take care of you, Danny—” and she's the only only who calls him that, the only one he lets call him that, because when Riley says it that way—Danny—breathy, excited— there is something erotic about it— and Daniel doesn't mind at all.

She doesn't say anything else, just swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, and then deep-throats him, sending a minty tingle spiraling around his cock like icy fire. Daniel tries to last, to hold onto the exquisite feeling of Riley taking all of him in her mouth, but in the end takes less than five minutes before he's blowing his load and she's licking every inch of him dry. He never remembers how exactly he made it home that night, all the way back to Queens and that seven story walkup, but he still remembers that blow job every time a customer who smells like gardenia shampoo asks for an after dinner mint.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

“Wow,” Riley says in complete shock she pulls down Daniel's pants. “Wow. Oh my god. No wonder your dates scream all night.”

Daniel rubs a hand on the back of his neck. “Sorry, Riri.”

“Oh god no, don't you dare apologize for this, Danny.” Riley holds up a Trojan from her purse. “I don't think this is gonna be big enough. I think—”

Daniel pulls a Magnum out of his wallet, and Riley licks her lips. “I got us covered.” She grabs the condom packet from him and rips it open, pinching the tip as she rolls it all the way down to the base. “Get in that chair.” Riley pushes Daniel down in the boss' rolling chair, and sinks down on his cock, aching for him to fill her up, feeling herself stretch to accommodate him, and then his mouth is on her collarbone again, and she can't help but start to move against him slowly, each time sinking further and further down until he's balls deep inside of her, and she thinks she could come right now and die a happy woman.

Daniel's favorite part of Riley is that collarbone. He's imagined kissing it and it's like a dream when he does, it tastes of bourbon and cream, everything he's ever imagined, nothing he's ever known. “Riri,” he exhales, worried he sounds too needy, but she's leaning back over the boss's desk, pushing papers out of the way, and she focuses on him again, and makes that noise— that noise she makes, late at night, on the other side of those thin, thin walls that separate their bedrooms— when it was just him and his hand, and her and her fingers, neither one of them daring to cross that line —

“Riri,” Daniel says again, jerky, he could come right now and die a happy man, but he's waited too long for this, and so he undoes another button on her shirt. “I could kiss you here all night if you just keep making those noises,” he chokes out.

Riley is already soaking wet, and she thinks This could really be something— but she pushes that thought away, this is Danny, who knows her better than anyone, why shouldn't he know how much she loves it when he kisses her collarbone, and when he looks at her like that— “Keep going, Danny,” she commands instead, and he does.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

“Give me that, I've got an idea,” Riley says with a naughty wink. She dips her finger into Daniel's cum and he wonders for a minute if she'll lick it off her finger— That's hot— but instead she rubs it along the rim of the boss's favorite coffee mug with a smirk. He can feel his dick stirring again, especially because she wiggles her ass when she does it, like she's freestyle painting, and he thinks about that ass— all the times he's noticed a customer checking it out and spit in their drink— and this is, it's naughty, it's dirty, it rings all his bells and he likes it, dammit.

“Let that asshole enjoy his coffee now.” Riley smirks, and Daniel pulls her to him for a hot open-mouthed kiss, all too brief.

The next day, when the boss asks Why is my coffee so salty, Daniel? and Daniel says, Would you like an after dinner mint sir? Riley winks, and he can't help but think of her licking up every drop of jizz from his dick as she knelt before him at the bar, his hands caught in her hair.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The walls are thin and they both know it, but Daniel doesn't start getting off to the sounds Riley makes until they're six months in and he's fallen for her.

One night he's lying in bed, trying to sleep, when he hears them— Riley stumbling home from the club and the rumble of a man's voice, and then Riley is moaning softly, and Daniel can feel his cock stiffening at the sound she makes. No, he can't do this, this is wrong, this— and then he hears her voice. D, D, D!

Well, that's that then— Daniel can't stop himself, not anymore. All thoughts of right and wrong fly right out the window.

He grips his shaft in his hand, sliding slowly up and down,

And in his mind, he's opening his door, and she's standing there. She takes charge and drags him to the bed, and she lays on his bed and spreads her thighs wide, and says “Show me what you learned, D,” in a husky voice.

On the other side of the wall, he can hear her breathy moans: Give it to me, D!

And Daniel gives it to her: he sucks at her nipples, at her clit, he's writing his name with the tip of his tongue on her clit when she tangles her hands in his hair, clenching her thighs, screaming, “D! D! Harder! Fuck me with your fingers, D!”

The bed creaks a little and he can hear her cries ascending, D, D, D! and he starts stroking his shaft faster, all the way from the base to the tip, imagining her hands are on it: and then Daniel hears it— it's not the sound she makes when she's putting on a show for some guy (he knows that sound), this is a different sound, the sound she makes when she's alone and right on the edge— and he blows his load right as he hears Riley go over the edge, wide-eyed and panting hard in the dark.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He always knows Riley has a man in her room when his cat, Mew, is sleeping in his. It's not that his cat doesn't love him, it just that she loves Riley more, especially because she has her own spot on Riley's bed and Daniel won't even give her her own pillow.

But some nights it's different, some nights they both have someone over, and he's learning just how to make them moan— his booty calls, girls or guys who come over past midnight, after his shift is done—

And in the morning when he leads them to the door, kissing them (Megan? Molly? Mandy? Mark?), he'll turn around to find Riley sitting on the kitchen counter in her black tank top and boxers shorts and she'll wink at him, licking chocolate ice cream off a spoon. “Getting better at that, grasshopper.”

“I don't knowwww what you meannn,” Daniel will rub his hand on the back of his neck, appearing flustered (but secretly pleased), and then he'll run into the shower, and wish he could practice on Riley instead. Those girls are great, but they're a dime a dozen, especially when he only wants one woman in his bed.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

“My fucking chair! It's broken! I don't know why! Get me your fucking manager!” Their boss screams over his phone at some hapless Uskea employee.

Riley sneaks Daniel a Look, and they both split into grins, unable to keep from laughing. He knows he's blushing, hard, but he can't even care.

“What? What's so funny?! Get back to polishing the silver!” The boss screams, spittle flying from his mouth. He storms into his office, and they hear him let out a stream of curses.

“I heard there's royalty in the city, Riri,” Daniel whispers, polishing up the streaked knives. “Think they'll come here?”

“To this cheap ass bar? Psssht, you wild, Danny,” Riley says, hitting his arm. He feels his chest warm at that, and then they hear their boss screaming curses at Uskea again, and they both remember—

Riley, pushing Daniel down in the boss' rolling chair, sinking down on his cock, aching for him to fill her up, feeling herself stretch to accommodate him, and his mouth on her collarbone again, and she starts moving up and down, an electric tingle rising in her belly, and she's gripping the back of the chair and timing her rhythm to the pace of his thrusts when the brake slips on the chair and it's rolling across the uneven floor, faster and faster until it slams into the back wall, driving Daniel so deep into her that for a moment, Riley can't breathe.

They stare and one another and then he's kissing her, and she's riding him hard again, screaming “Yes, Danny, yes!” just like he's always imagined. This time, when the chair starts moving, they push it back against the wall, because they can't stop and they don't care if the whole place falls down around them as long as he makes her come, over and over again.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

They can't stop laughing, they're drunk on top shelf booze, and Daniel holds up a bottle of whiskey, pretending to know everything there is to know about it. “Real men drink whiskey, Riri,” he says in a pompous tone, knocking back a shot.

“Do real men fuck their friends on the bar?” She bends over, presenting that perfect little ass to him, the one that the customers stare at (it makes him so jealous), and he realizes she isn't joking anymore when she grinds that ass right into him. “I fucking want you, Danny,” Riley gasps as Daniel's fingertips press lightly to her hipbones. “Right here, right now.”

She's pretty goofy when she's drunk, but so is he— even if he's “no fun” because he won't do it on the bar, the kitchen counter, or on one of the back booths. It's only when she's splayed on the boss's desk and Daniel's fingers are ghosting lightly over the elastic of her underwear, his mouth on her collarbone, does Riley think Oh shit, Danny. This could really be something. And in the end, she thinks it again— This could really be something— when they've stopped laughing, stopped talking, Danny's nose touching hers, foreheads slick with sweat, only communicating through kisses and moans.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Riley came home once from a spa date with her friend Kai and put an ice pack between her legs. “I got a Brazilian, Danny,” was all she said byway of explanation. And when he's going down on her that night, when he pulls her underwear down, he finds her landing strip, like X marks the fucking spot.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When it finally happens, she wonders where this guy has been all her life besides right in front of her, Danny, her Danny, her roomie and her lover for tonight— kissing down her body, worshipping her. She thought it would be over so fast, that he'd fuck her over the bar, that he'd finish in less than five minutes, but the intimacy of it stuns her. Instead, Daniel lingers: on her collarbone, on her mouth, stroking her through her thong until she's begging him — Danny, Danny, please, oh my god, please!— and he slides two fingers inside of her, teasing her entrance as he continues to kiss her, as though they had all the time in the world.

Let me, Riri, he whispers, coaxing that first orgasm out of her slowly, so slowly that she feels her whole body shudder with the force of her orgasm, her hips lifting right off the table and into his touch, and she's moving her hips faster and begging him, and he slows down, edging her along until she comes apart against his fingers, whimpering, and he whispers, Forget royalty, Riri, tonight you're my queen.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Riley has a dildo, although she doesn't often need it. Usually she's happy to just use her fingers, unless she's going through a particularly long dry spell. As for Danny, she knows when he's getting off— usually in the morning — and the sounds he makes usually arouse her so much that she gets off too, on the other side of those thin, thin walls.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Riley's been sitting and typing for nearly an hour, grinning like a fool. He's watching Battle of Crowns, but he can't exactly concentrate when Riley is giggling over her phone and her cold little toes are up against his thigh. Daniel doesn't have a foot thing, but sometimes he'll rub Riley's arches, just to hear the sound she makes when he hits the sweet spot.

Two of the characters on screen have just started to fuck up against the wall in the garden when Riley pipes up. “My characters just did that.” Then she claps a hand over her mouth, blushing beet red.

“Your characters?” Daniel isn't quite sure how many glasses of wine she's had, but if it's as many as him, then they're both on the road to hell. “Riley... You don't mean... Did you write a Battle of Crowns fanfic?” Like he doesn't know. Like he hasn't “accidentally” read some of it when she left Tumblr open once.

“...Maybe?” Riley twists a strand of hair around her finger. “See, there's this thing? Called ‘Thirsty Thursday’? And I'm writing this NSFW ABC...” She thrusts her phone at him and covers her eyes. “Read K, and tell me what you think?”

Daniel reads it and Riley can't stop giggling. The characters are doing it in public, up against a wall just like in Battle of Crowns, except it's from that comic, Hero, and it's the pretty little superhero and the anarchist anti-hero, and... “So, like...They just start going at it without a condom or anything, huh?” Daniel whistles through his teeth. “You— I mean, they— sure like to live dangerously.” He raises a brow, and Riley snatches the phone back. Maybe his fantasy is BDSM clubs, but he's never told her about it. That's his kink, of course, but he's not going to say it aloud.

“Great idea!” Riley beams. “This is gonna be a hit, I know it!”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

When they're first discussing it, in a joking manner, mind you, Riley hops up on the bar and spreads her legs apart, pulling Daniel in. He can already tell it won't work, the proportions are all wrong. Plus, well, it's the bar. He wrinkles his nose. “Riri, that's so unhygenic. You know he spit shines that thing, do you really want your bare ass on it?” She jumps off so fast that he laughs a little, and then her legs are around his waist, and they're kissing and kissing, and before he knows it he's got her pressed up to the wall in the kitchen, rocking against that sweet spot between her legs, and she says,

“Danny, Danny, do me on the counter,” and he almost gives in, but no—

“I want to spread you out and see all of you,” he whispers, hot against her neck. And he's mad at the boss, he thinks of how he spit in that asshole's coffee this morning (it still wasn't enough, it's never enough) after he checked out Riley's ass and made a lewd comment about he'd like to plow her later if she ever stopped being such a bitch. Daniel had wanted to put his fist through the boss's face right then and there— But this is better, he thinks.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When she’s gone, and he’s trying to get over her—it was just one fucking night, Daniel, just one night— he thinks back to all the times, like a fever dream, when he’d sneak glances at her ass in the bar, or how when the minimal sunlight they got, just striking right past 4 in their apartment, would fall across her when she sat on the couch, reading a book or just browsing her phone, legs often crossed, Mew at her feet, always. Or how she convinces him to take a shot of top shelf booze the night they hook up, how she threw her head back and swallowed the whiskey effortlessly and oh so sexy. Okay, so, maybe it wasn’t just one night… for him.

Aw hell, now he’s thinking of the one night they were wine drunk—as per usual for Danny Boy and Riri—and she held up a banana, eyebrow raised. He’s hopelessly crushing on her, and he swore she knew it—but never said a word. Though the pointed ass wiggles and stares… no, there was no point to think otherwise. He saw her on group dates and how she acted. That’s just Riley, bubbly, and flirty, and otherworldly to anybody and everybody. She could rule or burn a kingdom with one look.

She holds the banana between her hands, inspecting it carefully, then peels it. Daniel glances to her red wine. “That’s a combination even our bar wouldn’t serve.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, then, her eyes glint. Daniel gulps. That little wiggle as she leans on the counter, not breaking eye contact with him. “I’m not… eating it. Yet. I want to… practice and to see if you can give me any pointers.”

A beat. Daniel spits out some of his drink, eyes bulging out of his head at her suggestion. “ Me-me? Su-suggestion?”

Riley laughs, hair falling over her shoulder. So carefree. “Hey, you asked me for tips on how to eat out a woman, I think you can give me tips on how to blow a man better. We’re roomies, Danny.” She emphasizes roomies, as if she didn’t quite believe that’s what they were just, either. But he’s in no place to analyze this, wine drunk with the girl he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t desperately want for his own self.

“That was like, months ago.” He takes a breath, leveling his expression—and controlling his hardening dick, crossing his legs. “ But okay. Let me give you some pointers…” Not that you need them, I bet.

As expected, seeing that didn’t lessen his want, and how everything she did after that was even more sexy. Even when she spilled coffee on herself at work. She could blink and he’d want to let out a low whistle. But, blissfully, a month later—Daniel unable to stop thinking of her sucking his dick after that night—he knows exactly what her tongue feels like… and how she didn’t need any tips.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Daniel’s a neat freak, so he’s into keeping things clean and sanitary as they can be for sex, like always coming in the condom. Riley insisted that he come on her when they were in the middle of it, saying things he didn’t ever think he’d hear from her, but he politely declined—and then moved his hips in a way, combined with circling her clit, that made her forget about her request, because… damn Daniel.

Riley’s up for anything, but she’s 100% NOT into violent sex like erotic asphyxiation, choking or non-con fantasy. Sure, she’ll be rough and like a good hair pull, but she likes care, too. And Daniel’s tender touches in contrast to how hard their hips meet and join, again and again, well, it’s everything she wants in the moment.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Riley would always laugh—not that she meant to—when she heard Daniel on the nights (because it was always the night, never mid-day or anything—he was a predictable roommate) he brought somebody home. She had to give him an A for effort, at the very least. At least he had a grand finale.

Daniel’s always hesitant about giving, mostly because of the sheer mess, but he also has a desire to make somebody happy, to service them, fully. So, he tries and gets ho-hum responses, often jumping to penetration far sooner than he would like. One night, Daniel and Riley are having their weekly roommate movie night, tossing popcorn around, both giggling like schoolkids from the copious amounts of boxed wine shared between them, bag empty after a few attempts at Slap The Bag. She won.

When the giggles die down, they grow serious, watching 50 Shades of Gray. It mean, it’s just for fun to shit on it… but even if they were acting, why couldn’t he get somebody to moan like that until the very end? Daniel cracks his neck, then nudges Riley’s side. He’s pushing aside his weird feelings towards her, not wanting to cross into dangerous territory… but surely he can handle this, right? “Hey Riri…”

“Mmm?”

“Can I er, ask you a question?” Her eyebrow arches and she turns towards him, whiskey in hand now. “Anything, roomie, co-worker, the only reason for what remains of my liminal sanity.”

Daniel coughs, motioning to the TV. “So… er… stop me if this is too weird but… but how can I make—”

“Are you asking me how to please a woman?” Riley laughs, throwing her head back, lips curved into a delicious smile. Daniel blushes, shaking his head.

“N-nevermind, I—”

“Course I’ll give you some pointers, Danny Boy,” she says, setting her hand on his knee, sending sparks throughout him. Daniel locks eyes with her, blocking out the sounds of moaning from behind them. All that matters is her… and er, of course the tips. Her tongue flicks between her wine-stained lips, his eyes travelling between her eyes and lips. “ First thing… the tongue can do more than lick, you know…”

Then, when it’s her turn, she knows he’s been practicing. A lot, too. The sounds coming from his room more than confirmed it time and time again. “ Fuck,” she breaths, gripping his hair, pressing him closer to her, tongue sliding in and out of her, then gently swirling at her clit over and over—how long was it now?—Daniel has a way of edging her, a wicked smile on his lips every time he lifts his head for the briefest of seconds.

“I’ve been practicing,” he says against her, tongue sliding down her slit before diving into the best tasting pussy he’s ever had.

“Oh, I kno—” One hard press against her clit and she’s gone, collapsing back against the desk, papers flying and sticking her sweat slicked body, waves of pleasure rolling through her, Daniel holding her close, getting every last drop as she trembles, his name like a sweet song on her lips.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Daniel’s been pining after Riley for months now. Even if they’re drunk, he knows this isn’t a mistake—and he’s going to take his time with her, to treat her right. He’s comforted her through enough bad dates, hookups, and multi-date men that only left her a beautiful mess.

He’ll show her exactly how she deserves to be treated—loved, even. Does he? No, but maybe he could, one day if…. And her lips are on him again, chair squeaking. He brushes hair off her face and they lock eyes, pupils burning with desire. Gently, Daniel squeezes her side and breaks the kiss, nuzzling her neck as their hips meet.

And she gasps, falling into his embrace, his touch—god, he was treating her like a queen… like nobody had before. “Daniel,” he whispers, rolling her hips nice and slow, feeling every inch of him, pulsing around dick.

“Riley,” he says, fingers trailing, cupping her breast, then tweaking her nipple.

“This… this is…” His heart sinks. Why was it sinking though? Because what she was about say was the truth: this is nothing but a drunken hook up with roommates letting out sexual tension and living as if nothing had happened. He expects that. Not… “This is fucking nice. Just… wow.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Daniel’s honestly, truly, amazed at her skill for quickies. It happens more than once, but Daniel can’t get this one moment, one memory out of his head. It still plagues him, even though she’s been long gone.

He steps out of the shower, wiping steam off the mirror when he hears it between the break in his music. Riley. And the guy she brought back last night. Didn’t he hear him snoring, and see her in the bathroom the second before he jumped in the shower, brushing past her? And—shit—Daniel sucks in a breath. She’s close too, those sounds unmistakable.

Blissfully, the music continues and he finishes up quickly, jumps into his bedroom, and changes, all within five minutes. When he exits, pausing his phone to make sure the coast was clear, she’s leaning on the kitchen counter inspecting a cronut. Her bedroom door is ajar, guy nowhere in sight.

Daniel shakes his wet head and gets behind her, opening the fridge, trying to ignore how her ass brushes against his back. “That was uuhhh… fast.”

Riley giggles and turns, setting the cronut down and hosting herself up, sitting on the counter. “What can I say? I know what I like.” Daniel turns, OJ in hand. Fuck, she’s cute. Hair slightly messy, legs crossed, shorts high, collarbone bruised with a hickey from just another guy who— “Why do you care, anyways?” she asks, breaking him from his intrusive non-polite roommate thoughts. “Are you… jealous?”

They laugh together… but something about how her gaze lingers, capturing his completely, or how she uncrosses her legs and leans forward, the scoop of her shirt revealing a peek of her chest, sticks with him, even as he reads the tabloids about her, trying—and failing—to not be jealous. If he had it his way that morning, and all those mornings, they wouldn’t leave the room until darkness filled the land again.

Would she have stayed, then? Did she get that with the King? Or was she only getting exactly what she wanted in stolen moments? Fuck. He shuts his laptop. He needs to stop thinking about her like that. He’ll never see her again, anyways.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

You know Riley’s game for well, nearly anything. There’s a thrill in the risk. She’s done it in club bathrooms, in the living room of their apartment minutes before Daniel comes back from a shift (solo or not)… she’s up for anything and almost everything.

But, as risky as she is, there’s… one thing she’s always wanted to try, but never could work up the courage for. Something about public outdoor sex drives her wild… but none of the men seemed to think running off into the bushes of a park when they walk home is ever a good idea. Riley knows Daniel won’t be down for that—it was hard enough settling on a location to fuck in the restaurant they hated—but maybe one day she’ll get that, if a man that’s apparently not from New York is up for it. One day, maybe.

In his bedroom, whether he brings home a girl or guy of the month, he plays it safe. Always. That’s what he’s always wanted to do and how he likes sex. Safe and risk-free, comfortable in his bed and what he’s doing. He knows what’ll happen. No surprises. Simple, easy. Not complicated.

But, he thinks, kissing down her naked body, thin fingertips dancing on the skin of her sensitive inner thighs on the boss’s desk, legs opening as if on command, he’ll risk it for Riley. Wasn’t this a risk, enough? After all, he’s drunk, she’s drunk, the boss pissed him off as per usual, and he’s waited so long to see the sight before him, her wet—for him. Just for him. Not the Tom, Dick, or Harry’s she brings home: him. Daniel the Waiter.

She sucks in a little breath, locking eyes with him, hand winding into his brown hair. “Daniel,” she breathes. “You sure?”

His mouth on her clit is the only answer they both need, her gasp filling the office air.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He could have been with her all night in that office, their moans nearly echoing off the walls if the boss didn’t have so much shit hanging up. He’s wanted her for so long, he didn’t want the moment to end. Could they stay just a little longer? Oh, he wished he had. But, they didn’t. They couldn’t. No, this was a fluke. That was all. Yet, her lips linger on his when they stand at the bar front, fully clothed, faces still flush. “That really was fun, Danny. You tired?”

He grins, tucking hair behind her ear. “That was just a warm up for me, Riri.”

Riley smiles, knowingly. Oh, she knows about unassuming Daniel and how long he can go. She hears half the time, usually falling asleep—somehow—but other times, well, she has to put in her headphones and try to pretend that it’s not hot hearing how they sound between those… very… thin walls. Little does she know how he doesn’t wear his headphones for her.

So when they began to kiss, tugging at each others clothes in a desperate sort of drunkenness, Riley knows exactly what’s she’s getting herself into, even if this isn’t Danny’s room. And ooh, she can’t deny that jolt of pure thrill and desire that runs through her when he looks at her, his pupils fully expanded, ready to devour her… for however long her wants to.

And when they’re done, meeting each other in the living room the next morning, sneaking glances at each other, she can’t help but see him in a whole new light… even if, right now, she doesn’t want anything serious. But, it’s something to keep in mind, if she ever wanted to give him the chance. Because well, she’s not ruling that opportunity out. Maybe if she gives it a little bit of time….

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Riley stumbles, tripping over their shoes at the entryway to their apartment. Daniel bumps into her in the darkness and they both groan. Her, because she bumped an elbow into the wall and him because… why the fuck do they always seem to be bumping into each other so much now? It’s driving him crazy. Her skin, her ass, her… not again. “Sorry…” His dick twitches.

“No, no, it’s okay… they’re my shoes anyways—” Her hand, skin pruned from washing dishes because the dishwasher bailed, slides along the wall and finally finds the light switch. And, she flicks it on, taking two steps past the shoes—until she sees Mew, the cat who she swore loved her more than her owner, freezing. “Oh fuck,” she gasps. This can’t be real. “Mew! No!”

“What—oh,” Daniel gulps, eyeing the hefty purple dildo on the floor. Realistic too, aside from the color. Oh, he had a feeling Riley had toys. She’s shut a drawer far too fast when he’d wander in her room, looking for his apron. He’s not… well, can’t say he isn’t into the idea of them, but he doesn’t have anything, at the moment. Maybe he’s a little intimidated, too, honestly. He’s started to warm up to the idea of BDSM… but besides the nervousness of partaking in it, he works a shitty ass job and can’t afford the shit he’s beginning the fantasize about.

Hell, he’d be intimated as heck, looking at the dildo that’s definitely, ah, bigger than him… and he’s got something to brag about. After what feels like hours, the two watching Mew bat the dildo back and forth between their white paws, Riley snatches it from the ground, blushing furiously, and retreats to the bathroom to wash it before putting in it her drawer. Daniel grabs two wine glasses—lord knows they need it—and the cat meows, stretching her front legs at Riley’s feet when she comes out from her bedroom, still red. “I let you sleep in my bed AND I buy you enough toys you hide under the couch. That is NOT yours. I knew I was always a dog person for a reason!”

Like the cat knows as she lectures, but Daniel can’t help but laugh as he pours the wine, both glasses full to the brim. She tosses her apron to the ground and grabs the glass, gulping it wordlessly. After her gulps, eyes crinkled from embarrassment in the corners—he knows those crinkles too well—Daniel speaks, his turn to redden. “So uh… how’d Mew get that, anyways, from under your bed or…?” They both know that’s not where she keeps them. But Riley won’t elaborate on that.

Or why it was out in the first place. No, Daniel would never know about that little secret. “It’s been a dry spell,” she answers instead, swirling the glass, liquid sloshing. Daniel perks an eyebrow high.

“Riri… it’s been like two weeks.”

“Like I said, dry spell, Danny Boy.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

To be fair, Daniel’s crush didn’t start from her teasing him on purpose. Honest to god, she had no idea. You think she’d move in with somebody who was crushing on her? No. And, to be fair on Daniel’s part, it wasn’t his fault that after living and working with her for six months, no space between them, for developing a crush, a want for her.

It just… happened. Daniel doesn’t know if Riley knows about his feelings, but there must be a hint, right? Otherwise, why was she wiggling that ass more, sneaking glances to him—on her own—and touching him more, laughing a dropping a hand to his knee or arm when they had their roomie movie night.

To Riley, she wasn’t teasing. Well. Not at first. Then, once she realizes how he’s looking at her—she can’t help but tease and put on a little bit of a show. It’s Danny, she knows she shouldn’t be doing this to her roommate… but part of her loves the thrill. The what if of taking her time to bend over, picking up a napkin, hearing his gulp and quiet shuffle from behind her. Or catching his eye, smiling at him, and swinging her hips with a little extra vigor.

Why is she doing this? She ponders one time, stuffing pens in her apron. Because, Riley, you want to test the waters and have him to make the first move. The wayward thought startles her… and she drops the pens—again. Daniel coughs from behind her, hand brushing against her ass as he passes, smirks on both of their faces.

Of course, while she nearly tortured him with those light teases… he turns the table the 2nd time, when she’s back visiting during the cursed Engagement Tour.

The things he fucking did with that tie, his hands, his tongue…. Her Danny Boy learned a few new tricks, didn’t he?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It’s always the girl or guy on the other side of the wall making the sounds when Daniel brings somebody home. So, when they start hooking up in that office, she’s soaking with the anticipation of knowing what he sounds like when he’s fucking her. He doesn’t disappoint. On all fronts, but did she really think he would, with how he looks at her when he thinks she isn’t looking?

His breaths, his moans, the grunts when he thrusts up into her, bringing her hips down, the two locking eyes. Fuck, it’s hot hearing him for the first time.

Riley’s… loud. Daniel knew that from their 2nd week living together. He wasn’t going to say anything about how that guy—wasn’t his name Damien? She called him D over and over… all night— made her yell and come again and again. He knew she tried to muffle her sounds, they both knew the walls seemed thin when they moved in.

The morning after, Daniel just getting a glance at the guy as he left, smacking her ass with a wink, he says nothing, just pouring a cup of coffee for himself. He avoids her eyes, and she his. It’s not like they didn’t know each other before… but this was a whole new level of knowledge. The air’s heavy, just filled with the whining from Mew, complaining about the very full food bowl, until Riley breaks the silence, curling hair around her finger.

“Umm… Danny… you didn’t…?”

“The walls are thin, Riley.” She looks downcast and he swallows the bitter coffee. “But… we knew that moving in. It’s… it’s okay. I have headphones.” But he’ll never use them. “So… yeah. Cute guy, by the way.”

A smile breaks along her face, a bashful one, but one all the same. “I… I couldn’t help it. The way he told me to get on my knees… you would’ve sounded the same.”

Daniel laughs, glad the tension is gone. Little did he—they—know what it would soon be replaced with, months later. “You’ll never hear me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yes!” And the office is filled with their sounds, their shouts, their whispers, holding each other close as they fuck, Daniel telling her to come for him again and again as he keeps going. At some point though, when they drive fast against each other, arms around each other, Riley’s lips on his, tugging and urging for his release, they grow quiet—serious—as the pace slows down and she takes her time lifting off of him, and then sliding back down, sweat lining their faces—eyes locked, taking in big breaths.

Her lips ghost across his and they inhale each others scent, the only sounds in the room are their quiet breathing and her dripping pussy being slammed by him. “Mm,” she whispers, nipping his ear. “You’re quiet now.”

Daniel sucks in a breath, nails digging into her thighs he starts to tremble, orgasm close. No, he wants to hold out—just a little longer for her, for this moment—and he nods. “You’re quiet too, Riri. You like to be loud.”

“I’m only quiet when it’s serious,” she confesses—and he comes, her name on his lips, cut off with her kiss.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice).

It’s a normal night, slow, mainly. A few regulars. Nothing wild. A few girls admire his tattoos, and he shrugs, wiping down and waiting tables. Anything to keep his mind off of… her. He’s followed the Cordonian social scene, the Engagement Tour… he knows where she’s at. He really needs to stop thinking of her, seriously.

The door swings open. Daniel nearly drops the order when she walks in with some… hipster looking guy. Not normally her type. Did you really ever know her type? Though, he looks familiar. But when he takes off the sunglasses, he knows. One of the men from the night that stole her away from the city without a second look. Not the king, however. Riley and Daniel lock eyes, she bites her lip, eyes darting over his tattoos. He knew it was a good idea.

Their boss is shocked, still somehow angry to see her, and the guy, oh the guy has an arm around her shoulders and Daniel can do nothing but look her way, hoping he could burn a hole through her, to get her attention. And it works, their gazes soft… and lingering. She shifts under the guy as they sip whiskey and he, finally, approaches as they finish up.

“Riri,” he says, grinning. The guy glances suspiciously between Riley and Daniel, frowning in the slightest. Riley blushes.

“You know more than one person is allowed to have a nickname for me, Drake.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He says, gruff, eyeing Daniel. Riley licks her lips, eyebrows high when the boss leaves—finally. The bar in nearly empty, just the three of them. Daniel’s thankful for the apron over his dick because shit—she looks damn good. Cordonia suits her. This… this life suits her. One without him. But that’s okay.

“Soo… did assface ever replace that chair?” she asks, and Daniel almost loses it. She’s asking about that in front of this guy, who’s clearly head over heels in love with her. How true were the rumors….

But Daniel composes himself, their eyes locked, back into that familiar dance when they were roommates. “Yeah, he did. You should check it out. Seriously, it has to be worth more than this shithole.” It’s a gamble… but oh, she places a hand on Drake’s chest as he stifles a yawn.

“I wanna check out the chair and get caught up with Daniel. You should head back to the hotel and get some sleep. I’ll… see you in the morning?” They kiss, Daniel wiping down another table, lips refusing to leave each other… until Riley pulls away, Drake sighing… but leaving. Daniel flips the sign to closed and shuts off the main lights. Riley leans on the edge of a table, smirking. “Nice tattoos. You’ve changed, Danny Boy.”

He drops the towel, and closes the distance between them, lips on hers—both hungry for each other. They barely make it to the office, Daniel setting her on the desk, before she’s pulling off her dress and his pupils expand. “Wait,” he says, voice low and commanding. She stops, letting the dress fall back down. Slowly, oh so slowly, he takes off his tie… and then motions for her to come to him.

Breathless, Riley listens, a thrill running through her. It’s been a long time since thinking of Daniel gave her that thrill and now…. Tie between his teeth, he turns her and unzips her dress, then slides it off her, relieved to find no bra… or panties. Daniel coughs, taking the tie and brushing it against her body. She shudders. “No underwear… my, my Riri… you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Lady Riley?”

He takes her wrists behind her and ties the tie loosely around them, gently bending her over the desk, grins on both of their faces. Fuck, he can see how goddamn wet she is. For him, again. For Daniel The Waiter. “If you believe the tabloids,” he breathes. Daniel’s hands ghost along the curve of her ass.

“Well… I guess rumors must be true then, if you’re here right now.”

Riley moans when he slips two fingers into her folds, and shit, she’s dripping. Daniel can’t believe it, really. Not only was she here, leaving bruising kisses on his lips, but she was moaning his name—never mind if she had a guy with her but twenty minutes before. “So who’s that hipster guy to you?” He inserts a third finger and she curses, legs shaking.

“Uh… uh… why…”

“I didn’t like the way he was—” And Daniel smacks her ass and she cries out, coming on his fingers. That was easy. “Looking at your—” Another smack as she comes, face flush as she still pumps. “ass like that.”

“Jesus,” is all she can manage when he pulls her up, tugging her hair—still in that braided crown, just like how he left her. She didn’t leave you, you idiot—there was nothing to leave. “You’ve upped your game.”

Daniel smirks. Oh, he wishes she could see his collection now. But, alas, he’d take this night and her tied up, kneeling before him, taking him all in—stopping before he came. In daze, both naked, tasting each other on their lips, Daniel guides her to new chair, untying her wrists only to retie her. She parts her legs, without command, and he swears he’s transported back to that fucking night, one he hasn’t forgotten, even if, really, he’s moved on. He swears.

But she’s here, and he’s going to fuck her till she screams and forgets about that King and… and anybody else they gossip about her with. He knows she’s not any of those things, no it’s Riri, but fuck right now—he’ll call her a bad girl till she screams his name, over and over, entering her—pushing her over the edge, pussy simply pulsing around his dick, over and over and—

With a final grunt, Daniel comes—in the condom, of course—her legs wrapped around him, chair pressed against the wall. “Danny…” she breathes, forehead on his shoulder. “That was…” He chuckles, pulling out. Oh, she’s beautiful and flushed and tied up before him, eyes in a daze, a content, sleepy smile on her lips—pussy glistening, coming…. How many times did she? He wasn’t keeping track. Running a finger along her jaw, Daniel leans in, licking her earlobe. She shudders.

“So… could the King top that?”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Daniel's got the best kept secret in Manhattan... his package. 7 ½ inches (and then some) and thick. There was a lot fucking reason why Riley was surprised when she first saw it—it was her Danny Boy of all people, she didn’t… usually… imagine him with a dick like that. But oh, Daniel’s in damn heaven when she takes all of him in her mouth, that minty tingle setting every inch of it on fire, again.

“Why didn't I ever ride this before?” she says, gripping his hair and shoulder—she’s never been this fucking full before, holy shit.

Daniel smirks, bringing her hips down harder and she gasps. “Because the cat’s in my spot.” God, he loves how her tits bounce, bruised with his lovebites, nipples stiff.

Riley laughs, despite being ready collapse with another orgasm. “That’s very clearly Mew’s spot, Danny B-Boy—shit— Damn, Daniel!” And Riley moans louder than she ever has, but that doesn’t stop their motions, Riley riding him through the orgasm—because she knows he has more time to go—not that she’s complaining.

When she comes down from her high, chair and Daniel’s legs soaked, she speaks again through grunts and gasps. “It’s no wonder why the girls screamed even though your tongue game was weak,” she teases, circling her hips, but slows when Daniel blushes beet red. “Oo,” she whispers, resting her forehead against his, looking into his sweet, kind, lust filled eyes. “Danny—Daniel, I’m just teasing. This… you… you’re the best dick I’ve ever had. Not… not even a King could top this.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Riley’s damn high. She’s in New York City—there’s some of the hottest men around. Why wouldn’t she always be ready to go… oh yeah, work. That’s why. That’s why she has her toys, hidden in that drawer for when she needs a little release. The way Daniel kept looking at her at work one night… just… it didn’t take long to come and for her to stare at the ceiling, blinking, wondering why the idea of Daniel got her off like that. Nope. Never, she thinks. He’s my Danny Boy… nothing more. Just Daniel The Waiter.

So, the next night she goes out with Kai to forget about those feelings. And Damien’s there, whispering that some foreign Prince is supposed to be visiting in a few days. Kai wiggles her eyebrows, nudging Riley. “Think you can bag a Prince, bish?”

“Ha, a Prince?” She rolls her eyes. “ You know he’s some stiff uptight guy who couldn’t handle me for a second in bed.” Damien smirks, looking between the two.

“Oh come on,” says Kai, bumping her hip. “You know those kinds of guys are seriously repressed. Bet he’s kinky as fuck…” But she’s not thinking of this mystery prince. She’s wondering about Daniel behind his bedroom wall. Those kinds of guys, huh?

Daniel’s sex drive isn’t anything, like, mad crazy. Nothing like Riley’s. Average, he’d say. He doesn’t want to give her the wrong impression. Of course, once he realized that he found her sexy as all hell and liked her, you know, like that… well, he had some more itches to scratch, whether in the shower or with another person who decidedly isn’t Riley, but it works.

Until she moves her hips just like that, like she knows he’s watching her from the bar, and it’s back to square one.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So, after that after dinner mint… surprise, they walk home, brushing but not holding hands. Besides… what were they in the end? Roommates. Still, just roommates. They talk, like normal, the light on the subway falling so perfectly on her slightly pink face that Daniel doesn’t know if he should kiss her, hug, or take her right then and there. However, he just lets her get off the stop first.

Then, before he knows it, they’re in their apartment, both kinda just standing there, hands in pockets. Finally, he clears his throat. “ You know… even if we didn’t uh, do it, in a bed… I’d still like to, you know….”

“Oh!” Riley says, eyes wide. Cuddling. He wants to cuddle. Shit. She doesn’t care for cuddling, human cuddles at least, much. And this would… ah, what line would this cross, if fucking already didn’t? “Well, we worked the double today… and we work it tomorrow so like… maybe we should try to get some good sleep, you know?”

Daniel tries to hide his disappointment. Now that they’re sobering up… why did he let himself think it was something more than it was? A hook-up. That’s it. But… why was she looking at him like that, now? “I mean, Danny,” she says, touching his arm. “You know you don’t mess with Mew unless you want a claw in your ass. Remember when he did that to the one guy?”

Daniel chuckles. “You do know that Mew is mine, remember?”

“But she loves me more, which is why she sleeps in my bed! And she’s a great cuddler, like you won’t even believe.”

Daniel’s still just tipsy enough to have a hint of liquid courage pulsing through him. Okay, one last attempt. “But… you can scoot over and then you can get cuddles from both—”

“Nope. Her side.” Riley moves towards her room, Mew following. Daniel’s cock twitches as she pulls off her shirt, tossing it on the floor. “You’ll just make her mad.” Then follows the sound her jeans sliding off and cute pajama shorts and blank tank top on. Daniel gulps.

“She’s my cat though—”

“Her spot.” Daniel sighs, loosening his collar. Well, he tried and—she pops her head out the doorframe, grinning. He freezes, a foot away from her, thinking of how she said his name, head thrown back, coming over and in his mouth.

“How about I take you to a real bar this weekend and get you a drink, to make up for losing your spot out to a cat?”

He perks up, eyes sparkling. They both think it: like a date? But neither will say it, letting the unspoken tension and words float between them in a delicate dance that was bound to end soon.

Of course, they never have that maybe date.

Because, the next night, she comes home late, giggling about something, wearing the green dress he liked on her so much but never told her how good she looked in it. He goes to sleep, just a bit uneasy. He’s a little jealous, he thinks, knowing that she was out with those men. But hey, tomorrow’s Saturday and that’s when she’ll get him a drink and he… he can tell her that the sex wasn’t just a hook-up. It wasn’t nothing. It was everything.

But no. Instead, the next morning, she’s grumbling about going to coffee with Kai, her bangs braided so perfectly on her crown. She’s like a princess, even with bags under her eyes. “So why are you upset about coffee with Kai? Isn’t she like your best friend?”

“You’re my best friend, Danny,” she says, grinning. Daniel returns the smile, heart sinking lower and lower. Oh, no. “But, really, I wanna tell her about the fact that I hung out with a fucking Prince last night after work, and she’s going to grumble all about how Nadia and Damien are acting weird around each other. Ugh.” Daniel arches an eyebrow, sipping his coffee.

“Nadia and Damien…?”

She nods. “It’s like this stupid forbidden romance shit. What a cliché. Just say how you feel, you know?” Daniels’ mouth opens, but she’s out the door. He sighs. Just a few more hours and then… none of that bullshit. Just him and Riley. Open, honest, and—

“You have a cat?!” Minutes later, Riley’s bursting through the door with one of the guys from the bar, who runs for Mew. Mew hisses.

“Uh…”

And Daniel’s heart stops when she starts packing, the man chattering all about Cordonia for ten minutes, Riley packing as fast as she could, laughing and asking excited questions. Fuck. That place. The social season was starting and… “You’re leaving?!” He shouts, then lowers his eyes. “I mean… Riri… the lease…”

“I’ll transfer the money to you, Danny. I…” She steps close to him, bags packed. So fast. So… without care. Like she had nothing holding her back. The man, Maxwell, as Daniel discovers, clears his throat and takes two of her bags, exiting the apartment fifteen minutes after he sauntered in and turned his upside down. Riley exhales, looking into his eyes, touching his soft cheek. He’s not crying, but his vision is blurry.

“Riley…”

“Danny… there’s nothing here for me, you know that. We’ve talked about it, how’d we get out if a chance… a chance like this came up. Something so crazy that we’d have to drop everything and run, right? Remember?”

So, I’m nothing then? He means to say, but instead, he pulls her close, smelling her hair. Riley returns the embrace and then kisses him, soft and sweet, blinking back her own tears. “I’ll miss you, Riri.”

“I’ll see you again, Danny Boy.”

And like that, the door shuts. She’s gone, forever. That much he knows. “Yeah, sure,” he says to the empty apartment, Mew curled up on her bed—her empty bed—asleep.

Disclaimer: Pixelberry Studios owns the rights to these characters. #Where’sDaniel

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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant.

Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.

Cross-posted to FF.net | Soundtrack

-a place you belong-

Riley sat on the bed in her room and pulled up his Instagram first. Mostly pictures of animals, pictures of the ranch, sunsets, she was thankful he didn’t have the swarm of girls all over him that she expected to find.

She went back through the years, hitting his college days, still mostly school pride stuff, no girls other than a young Gigi looking up at her adoring brother.

Then she hit the Vegas trip.

Her stomach tightened as she studied the pictures of him and Zay, touristy stuff, nothing scandalous. She stopped on one, she knew exactly where he and Zay were. It was moments before she saw him again, she held the phone closer wishing she could zoom in, even though she didn’t need to. She could see her and Maya in the background, giggling over Margaritas.

How did he not remember, he couldn’t have been that drunk, she wasn’t that drunk, or was it just a way to ease his guilt?

She would’ve married him in that little chapel, she would’ve moved here to Texas.

She put the phone down and went to the window, Lucas was outside, working on something, she wasn’t sure what. Leaning her forehead against the window she could almost, if she allowed herself for the briefest moment to see a young boy following him around as if Lucas had hung the sun and the moon.

That had been a dream.

It was never meant to be a reality.

If it had been he would’ve shown up.

She pulled herself away from the fantasy, the fantasy of a young girl who had believed the words spoken on a desperate night, in a desperate moment. Maybe in the moment he’d meant it, only in the morning light he didn’t.

She picked his phone back up, bracing herself to go further back, to find the pictures that had broken her heart so many years ago.

Riley was sure she would find some pictures of him partying in college. Nothing.

High school graduation he was posed in his cap and gown in front of the house, with Gigi in his arms trying to get to his tassel.

She scrolled further, not seeing the incriminating photos she remembered. The ones she cried over. They were gone.

The only girls in any photos on his account were Gigi, his mother, Maya, Smackle, and herself from stuff he’d posted in New York.

What did it mean?

She hadn’t imagined those pictures.

She could still see them in her mind if she closed her eyes.

Riley grabbed her own phone and dialed Maya, “Hey, I’m not totally crazy right, Lucas had pictures of girls draped all over him on his Instagram account when we were in high school, right?”

“Hello Riley, yeah I remember not wanting you to see them, why?”

“They’re gone, I didn’t delete them.” Riley looked down at the phone in her hand, “I just spent the last two hours going over his Instagram feed, nothing bad.”

“It’s Lucas, of course there isn’t anything bad. He’s like Captain America.”

“If Captain America got blow jobs from random bitches in clubs.” Riley cringed, “What am I doing here, I don’t think he needs me.”

“I think you are there because he does need you. You just don’t see how because you’re blinded by jealousy which is funny considering you’re engaged to Dave.”

“Who maybe spent ten dollars on my ring,” Riley sighed, “It’s made of Nickle, Maya my finer swelled up yesterday, got itchy, I’m surprised Lucas didn’t have to cut it off me before he put cream on it.”

“Wait he didn’t get the ring at Tiffany’s like he said? Didn’t he give it to you in the blue box?”

“It was, but um, I don’t know Maya. Did he get scammed or did he just not care?” Riley found herself back at the window watching Lucas as he pulled his t-shirt off and wiped the sweat from his brow, “Shit.”

“I’m sure Dave has an explanation. It could be he didn’t want you traveling with the expensive ring, or I don’t know, he knows about your allergy.” Maya waited a moment for a reply, “Riley you there?”

“Yeah, I um, Lucas is shirtless.”

“And you’re engaged to a man that isn’t Lucas.”

“No, he’s not.” Riley couldn’t look away, “Lucas was going to propose to someone. He keeps denying it, but the lady at the jewelry store wanted to know what he did with the ring he bought years ago.”

“Riley don’t torture yourself. Figure out what you need to do and get out of Texas. Nothing good happens in Texas.”

“And nothing good happens after 2am.” Riley pulled herself away from the window, “Besides his little trips to Dallas to hook up with women, I don’t see any problem that he needs me here for.”

“I’ll stop by your apartment and pack up some more casual, Texas like clothes. You’re going to find a reason to stay there until this Election in November.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I think sooner rather than later you’re going to find out why you need to be there.”

“I’ll be back in New York as soon as he files his paperwork.”

Maya was silent for a moment, “Riley, don’t run away. See this through. Do whatever you need to help him. Maybe what you need to do for him isn’t what you think it is.”

Riley rolled her eyes, “I just don’t know Maya, I just don’t know.”

“Maybe this isn’t about what Lucas needs, maybe what you need is closure before you marry Dave. You need to put the cowboy behind you once and for all. No more what-ifs hanging in the air.”

She looked out the window again, “No, I’m over Lucas, I’ve been over him ever since he didn’t show up to the chapel in Las Vegas.”

Gigi stood outside Riley’s door, she’d been about to knock when she realized she was on the phone. Vegas, as far as she knew her big brother had only gone that one time.

“How could I not be over him Maya, I lost my virginity to him, he asked me to marry him and then he didn’t show up at the chapel. Any love I had for Lucas died that day.”

Gigi’s eyes were wide as she backed away from the door, trying to process what she’d just heard. It couldn’t be possible, could it? Was Riley the mystery woman her brother had lost his virginity to? What was this about a wedding chapel?

Pieces of this puzzle were missing and Gigi Friar was going to make sure that they were all in place before she let Riley get on a plane and leave Texas. She just wasn’t sure how that was going to be possible.

Gigi swung Zay’s door open not even bothering to knock.

“What the hell Gigi?” He grabbed his towel to cover his naked body.

“Please like I’ve never seen it before.” Gigi rolled her eyes as she dropped onto his bed after she closed the door.

Zay wasn’t sure what she meant and he didn’t think he was ready to ask, “Why are you busting into my room?”

“Riley’s aggressive attitude towards Lucas, what’s up with that? Why is she so angry at him?” She brought her knees to her chest as she watched Zay pull his boxer briefs from his drawer sliding them on under his towel.

“No idea, never seen Riley like that or heard her use language like that before.” He shrugged not wanting to think about it.

“Well me about the Las Vegas trip.” She continued to watch him as he moved about the room dressing.

Zay stopped, still shirtless as he turned to Gigi, “I don’t know what to tell you Gi, I don’t know what you have in your head. It was college, junior year. We went to Vegas, Lucas drank, I drank, he ran into—oh.”

“He slept with Riley, they lost their virginities to each other, right?” She dropped her knees to sit crisscrossed, “What do you know Zay?”

He grabbed a shirt with the Wild Z logo on it and pulled it on, “I know a lot, about both. I’ve known them a very long time Gigi.”

“So, you know Riley thought they were going to get married and he stood her up at the chapel?”

“What?” Zay stopped, staring at the young woman, that’s what she was, a woman. Damn he didn’t need to be having thoughts like that right now. “Riley was gone before Lucas woke up, he doesn’t remember it was her, and I’ve never had the heart to tell him.”

Gigi looked at her nails, painted red now, “I was going to talk to Riley, but she was on the phone with Maya. I overheard her say they lost their virginities to each other, that he asked her to marry him, but then he didn’t show up at the chapel.”

Zay sat on the bed, “I don’t know about a chapel or anything. But if Riley thought they were going to get married and Lucas didn’t show, no wonder she’s angry at him. She thought they had a chance, she’d already thought they lost that in high school.”

“Because we moved to Texas?”

“No, I think she still had hope they were going to be together. After you guys moved back, she worked every shift she could at her mom’s bakery. She could probably whip up at cake without a box mix with her eyes closed. She had this plan to come surprise him for his eighteenth birthday,” Zay sighed, “And then a couple of weeks before she shut down about it, told us she decided it wasn’t a good idea. Me being the big mouth that I was I had told Lucas she was going to surprise him.”

“But she didn’t” Gigi’s eyes went wide, “After he turned eighteen, that’s when she started going out on dates again. He didn’t date before then.”

“So, Riley didn’t show up to surprise him, I learned to keep my mouth shut and not tell anymore good stories.”

Gigi put a hand on his shoulder before another under his chin making him look at her, “Tell me a good Riley and Lucas story.”

“What I know Gigi is that they need each other, does Lucas really need her help to become mayor, probably not. But he needs Riley, and she needs him. They just don’t know it. And even if they did I’m not sure either would know what to do. They’re idiots.” Zay blinked afraid of the hypnotic power of her green eyes. “Do you know how much work it took to get them together in the first place? They’re a mess on the best days, and these are not their best days.”

Gigi moved away from Zay when she realized just how close she was to him, “Okay, so what do we do. How do we get Riley to stay in Texas, how do we get rid of her fiancé, and get her back together with my idiot brother before they both end up living lonely miserable lives?”

“Lock them in a closet, get them drunk, I don’t know.” Zay shrugged, “I didn’t know she was engaged to Corn Chip Dave of all people. I mean I knew they were dating, but she never sees him, she travels all the time for work.”

“If she travels so much, why should Lucas open himself up for that?”

“Because she would settle down in Texas for him, I know she would.” Zay jumped off the bed “If these two idiots realized they could be together, they would.”

“Let me guess set them up with a recreation of their first date in the backyard, sabotage her engagement, this isn’t The Parent Trap, Zay.”

“No, it’s not, they’re not our parents, but if we can arrange a time or two where they end up alone, together, in a setting that is semi-romantic, maybe they’ll realize what everyone else knows.”

“That they need each other.” Gigi sighed as she laid back on his bed, “I was sure Lucas would see her, she would see him, and they would just kiss and be together.”

“That’s how Vegas started.” Zay pulled out a pair of socks, “Maya and I got them in the same place at the same time, they barely said hello before they were kissing, clinging to each other and disappearing to be alone.”

“Was he really that drunk that he can’t remember?”

Zay sat down on the bed again pulling on his shoes, “Sometimes I think it’s more that he doesn’t want to remember. Especially if he did ask her to marry him and then didn’t show up. That is a lot of guilt to live with.”

“They could’ve been together all this time.” Gigi sighed, “Idiots.”

“Yeah, idiots.”

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London’s Calling

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Chapter Five: The Honeymoon Period

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(Picks right up where the last chapter finished, on the phone to Lucas)

☼ 3:34pm ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 8:34pm ☾

“Now tell me about London...” Lucas insists through the phone.

“Well, it’s not New York..” Riley laughs nervously.

“It isn’t?” Lucas teases with a gasp, “I had no idea.”

Riley giggles in response, “It’s so weird.”

“Weird how?” Lucas continues to press.

“Weird-good I guess,” Riley relaxes into their conversation. “It’s strange having learnt about places like this and knowing of all the things like red telephone boxes and Big Ben it’s just so..”

“Weird seeing it all in real life?” Lucas finishes her sentence.

“Exactly!” Riley exclaims.

“I totally understand,” Lucas nods, “I felt the same way when I came to New York. I’d only ever seen things in pictures but suddenly I’m standing right in front of The Empire State Building. It’s surreal.”

“Exactly,” Riley says excited again, “You understand.”

“Yeah,” Lucas smiles to himself, “So tell me about them, surreal or not,” he chuckles, “Did you take lots of pictures?”

“Yeah I did, I’ll send them through to you,” Riley gets him to wait a moment while she sends him all the photos she’s taken. She would eventually start documenting her escapades via her instagram but for now she just wanted to tell Lucas about it.

“Got em,” Lucas says and he begins to scroll through the various pictures. Chuckling at a few of her goofy tourist shots.

Riley begins to tell him about everything she saw in great detail. Including her ride on the London Eye - which she forgot the name of and described as the big wheel thing by the river- to which Lucas chuckles and reminds her of it’s correct name. She describes her early dinner in Trafalgar Square and they laugh over her failed attempt to climb the lion.

“It wouldn’t be a trip for you unless you actually tripped, would it?” He chuckles and Riley laughs along with him.

“Where’s your mom? Lucas asks.

“I think she’s in the kitchen,” Riley answers.

“Not now,” Lucas laughs, “In the photos, she’s not in any of them.”

“Oh,” Riley laughs nervously but deflates quickly, “She had to go to her new office for paperwork or something..”

“You bummed she missed sightseeing?” Lucas asks delicately after assessing her mood change.

“Kinda,” Riley shrugs knowing Lucas can’t see it, “But we live here now so what’s the rush?”

“Right,” Lucas tries to sound positive but the reminder that this wasn’t a ‘trip’ like he put it earlier dampened his mood as well.

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The following day Riley begins to share her travels with the world. Lucas watches Riley’s trip unfold through her social media accounts but he always got sent the special photos. No nothing dirty, just the extra photos like purposely ‘ugly’ selfies taken in places. The kind you try to look as silly as possible in. The kind that has Lucas in fits of laughter every time she sends one.

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A week passes and Riley continues to document her escapades...

Both Lucas and Maya were right in saying things would get easier for Riley. In the weeks that passed since the American landed on foreign soil, things certainly have gotten easier for her in regards to communication with her friends.

Riley would text constantly with her friends, that, she managed to juggle quite easily with her constant exploring and actual phone calls she managed to swing at least three times a week.

Luckily for Riley, since it’s summer vacation back home her friends have an abundance of time and are more frequently than not, together. So those group calls that Lucas mentioned were easier to come by.

Lucas continues to follow Riley through her social medias and continues to receive the odd extra photos that didn’t make the cut. Through watching the ones that did make the cut though, Lucas notices when Riley removes his name from her bio. He knew such a thing was so juvenile but he couldn’t help but feel sad when he realised. Just another reminder of what distance took away from them.

Although distance did him dirty Lucas still feels close to Riley in an emotional connection sense. Riley feels the same way. Over the days that have passed they find themselves texting one another, even when they know the other is asleep or occupied elsewhere, just a little text to send a thought they had and wanted to share.

☼ 5:23am ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 10:23am ☾

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☼ 12:11pm ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 5:11pm ☾

Riley had been gone for a little over three weeks now and the entire time she’d been in and out of her hotel exploring the new city. Riley was comfortable with her surroundings now, in a way that she didn’t feel so lost trying to get from one place to the next. Having grown up in a big city she found adapting to a new one quite easy.

Riley is sitting on the floral sofa watching her little brother play on his handheld video game. Riley had just ended a lengthy call with Maya and thought now would be a good time to try and FaceTime with Lucas.

Back in New York, Lucas and Zay have been at the batting cages all morning. They’re sitting for a breather when Riley's goofy selfie appears on the screen requesting to FaceTime.

“Hey, Riley,” Lucas answers, holding his phone out to show himself.

“Tell her I’m here,” Zay tugs at Lucas’ arm. “Hi Riley!” He says loudly putting his face close to Lucas’ cheek so he could be seen too.

“Hi Zay!” Riley replies back excitedly. “Two for the price of one. Lucky me!” Riley giggles.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” Zay makes a joking bashful sway in his seat which earns him a shove in the arm from Lucas. The pair chuckle amongst themselves.

“Did I catch you guys at a bad time?” Riley asks laughing along.

“No, we are just taking a break at the batting cages.” Lucas assures her.

“Got to practice if you want to keep up with Zay this year,” Riley teases.

“Man, I like her!” Zay chuckles and pokes Lucas arm repeatedly to agitate him.

Lucas rolls his eyes and shrugs Zay off. “So how was your day, it’s still pretty early in the evening there isn’t it?”

“Almost dinner,” Riley nods, “had a spare few minutes so I thought I’d call.”

“What did you get up to?” Zay asks.

“Auggie and I spent all afternoon at Hyde park whilst mom and dad went to look at apartments.” Riley says facing the camera to Auggie for a moment, he manages a slight wave before returning his focus back to the game. “It was so lovely, even if he looks less than excited!”

“Oh yeah, I saw the photo you posted,” Lucas nods, “Looks very picturesque.”

The door unlocking causes Riley to turn her head back for a moment, “Gotta go, my parents are back with take out I hope!”

“Bye, Riley!!!” Zay says in a goofy tone, “Lurve you.”

Riley giggles at his goofiness, “Lurve you too, Zay.”

“Have a good night, Riley, talk soon,” Lucas says sweetly.

“Tell her you lurve her,” Zay gives Lucas a knowing look and Lucas glares at him, eying him with a ‘shut up look’ and Zay mocks back silently with funny faces.

“You know FaceTime means I can see you right?” Riley laughs nervously.

Both Texans return their gazes back to the screen with looks of embarrassment and end the call.

“Why didn’t you say it?” Zay continues to tease his best friend.

“It would be weird if I said it,” Lucas avoids his gaze.

“Because you mean it?” Zay smirks.

“Shut up,” Lucas huffs and folds his arms.

“You loveeee Riley,” Zay chuckles.

“Riley lives 3459 miles away,” Lucas says bluntly and Zay’s laughter tapers off. All feelings aside there was still that small detail of distance.

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A few days later...

☼ 6:41pm ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 11:41pm ☾

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A week later...

☼ 1:02pm ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 6:02pm ☾

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Three Weeks Later...

☼ 2:33pm ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 7:33pm ☾

Riley sits at the desk in her new apartment and video chats with Lucas from her laptop. They haven't found time to do anything but text in the past week so both teens were really looking forward to this.

“Riley!” Lucas beams when her laggy self comes into view.

“Hi,” Riley smiles sweetly, “How are you?”

“Bored actually,” Lucas lets out a quiet laugh, “Well not anymore now that I’m talking to you.”

“What have you been up to today?” Riley asks.

“I spent the morning with my mom, we went shopping for school supplies,” Lucas lets out a little groan.

“Already?” Riley shrieks.

“School starts in less than two weeks,” Lucas frowns.

“Wow, really?” Riley creases her brows, “I guess I’ve lost track of time..”

“Doesn’t surprise me, your life is so jam packed with adventure!” Lucas remains upbeat, “You’ve been going on day trips, daily!”

Riley giggles at his use of words, “With dad being off work we’ve really been making the most of it.”

“I’ve seen! Brighton, and where’s that place you just got back from?” Lucas asks, “The one from your last Instagram pictures.”

“It’s this place called Castle Comb,” Riley explains, “Some call it ‘The prettiest village in England’ and I’m going to have to agree.”

“The couple of pictures you sent do look pretty,” Lucas nods.

“Oh Lucas, you have no idea,” Riley gushes, “I mean you grew up in an extremely beautiful countryside so I’m sure you probably do have an idea..”

“Texas and English villages would be quite different I imagine,” Lucas chuckles.

“You’re probably right,” Riley laughs too, “But it’s so beautiful and everywhere, not just in the country town, anywhere where there’s grass really there are just patches of daisies and it’s so.. magical.”

“Magical, huh?” Lucas coaxes his head, in awe of how cute she looks gushing about everything.

“Yeah,” Riley softens, looking up from her hands to the screen.

“Tell me more,” Lucas smiles back at her.

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Two Weeks Later...

☼ 3:45pm ☼ NYC || LND ☽ 8:45pm ☾

Riley calls Lucas that evening to find out how his first day as a sophomore was. Riley wasn’t set to start school the following week but still wanted to check in on her friends. Lucas tries to give her a watered down version of his day, he didn’t want to make her upset that she wasn’t apart of it to which she’s thankful for because her heart was aching hearing each of her friends talk about getting back to the life she left behind.

Lucas throws the attention off himself and presses Riley for details on her day.

“So what magnificent day trip did you partake in today?” Lucas asks, “You said your dad was planning a surprise.”

“Right!” Riley bounces in her seat like she almost forgot. “We went to Windsor Castle. I know we’ve seen Buckingham Palace already but Windsor Castle is like a proper castle that you’d imagine princess and dragons and...” Riley was getting lost in her excitement.

“The whole fairytale experience,” Lucas bites down on his lip trying not to laugh.

“Yes,” Riley nods quickly to herself and begins to go into detail about her day. Lucas asks for photos and she takes a moment to send him some through.

Lucas admires them for a moment.

“Maybe I should call you Princess Dancing Sunshine,” Lucas jokes.

“Hey can I steal that?” Riley giggles, “I’ve been trying to think of a caption to post with it on Instagram.”

“I stole it from you, so go ahead,” Lucas says.

Riley is obviously distracted for a moment as she posts her new photo.

Quickly, the pair get back to talking.

“You know Paris is just an hours flight away?” Riley asks.

“Hmm?” Lucas is confused.

“Today we met a family from France and they were saying how it takes just a little over an hour to fly from Paris, they come to England for weekend trips,” Riley explains, “How strange is it that a whole different country is so close but we have states that take hours to get to- days if you’re driving.”

“You're not thinking of going to Paris without me are you?” Lucas shrieks.

“I would never!” Riley giggles, “Even if my family does go I’ll refuse to go until you come and visit so we can go to Paris together.”

“When I come and visit?” Lucas pricks up a brow.

“You will come visit wont you?” Riley asks almost worried that he seemed so surprised, “If I have to live here and come home to visit surely you’ll make the-“

“Of course I’ll come visit,” Lucas gently cuts her off but states firmly.

“Good, because I’ve been holding on to that Paris thing since the seventh grade.”

“Moi aussi,” Lucas says without a single struggle and Riley blanks on the other end of the line. (google translate says that means me too sorry if it doesn’t)

“Bonjour, Lucas,” Riley nervously chuckles like she had all those years ago and Lucas laughs along too at the memory.

The pair return to regular conversation until Riley gasps when she notices the time and how they got carried away.

“Lucas, I’m so sorry I promised I’d call Maya,” Riley realises she’s more then forty minutes late to call her.

“It’s fine, I understand,” Lucas says calmly.

“Talk soon, okay?” Riley says still not hanging up.

“Absolutely,” Lucas nods.

“Okay, enjoy the rest of your night.. Maddog,” With a giggle she hangs up.

End Note: I hope this was easy to follow along with. I think this goes without saying because I tried to make it clear but Lucas and Riley are obviously still text flirty with each other. Those feelings don’t just go away because of distance. This is important to the story.

The title of this chapter is referring to how exciting everything is while it’s all new and Riley’s on vacation. She’s also managed to keep up with regular contact with her friends. Next chapter: The Honeymoon is over. School starts. Things change.

PLEASE MAKE SURE TO REVIEW THE STORY!! Tell me how you’re liking it so far and if you want me! Again, I’m sorry I took so long to post this! Trying to structure the chapter as time passing with visual aids was a lot harder than I thought.

!!!!!!!!!!!! Much love xxx

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