#SHE DIDNMT EVEN ASKED MR FIRST

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A Time When You Needed Roman

Summary: you get one piece of bad news after another, Roman comforts you in his own way.

Warning: Dommy!Roman, teasing, beginnings of fingering.

Arthur’s Note: Tonight, I was actually working on Jerome’s new chapter but I got very frustrating and bad news. It has left me with worry. So I stopped writing Jerome and seeked out the comfort Roman could give. Enjoy!

Takes place within months of Creative Fervor’s final chapter!

Usually, Roman was the one who was moody or even down right temperamental. You or Victor would be there to bring him down from the brink of an angry outburst. Many a people still had their faces or even lives because you talked him back. Of course, there was the rare occasion, when you fully encouraged him.

You were far from perfect, you were very well aware of who you had fallen hard for, Roman Sionis.

He was a force of his own. People feared and loved him. People desired and were disgusted by him. To you, he was your world. Together, you continued to grow into the relationship you shared.

Today, was not your day. You had woken up feeling fine. But then, it went down hill from there. You were ready to face the blank canvas in your studio. After sitting down, your personal number rang.

Sighing, you got up. “Hello?”

“Is this Y/N who was hired to design..”Things grew muffled.

“Hello?”

“Sorry about that,” The voice was clear once again. “Were you hired to design an infinity chair?”

“Yes, for Mr. Edward Enigma.”

“Hello, I am his lawyer. We lost the case, so for the next six to twelve months he will be away in Arkham. If he gets out for good behavior, we will be in touch.”

“Oh, he really thought this was open and shut.”

“We both did.” You heard the lawyer sigh. “Well, not to hold you up any further, we’ll be in touch.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You out the phone back on its cradle.

Stretching, you rolled your eyes. You knew he was bad news, far too many riddles.

Sitting, back down grabbing one of your pencils, now you could start your day.

But then, the shrill ringtone you reserved for Harley filled your studio.

Closing your eyes, you shook her head.

“Yes, Harley?”

“Hi Dolly.”

You rolled your eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, you see Puddin wants to go a different route with our um place.”

You gritted your teeth before speaking. “Does be want to reschedule?”

“He actually doesn’t he said we only redecorated a year ago and he still likes it.”

“Ahh. Well, that’s ok.”

“Will you be with Romy tonight.”

“Yes.”

“Great, I will buy a drink tonight. Maybe we can discuss my room in our place.” You heard some muffled sounds.

“Alright, see you tonight.” Getting up, you pushed your stool away.

You were seething. You were supposed to help them from top to bottom. Now, the prince of crime was having second thoughts. Fuck him.

You stormed over to Roman’s off. He was hanging over some maps. Your steps, creaked as you walked in. He looked your way, his hair not styled back with his pomade, fell softly into his face.

“Do not offer Harley or that asshole Joker any free drinks tonight.”

“Alright, good. They are two black holes.”

Turning, on a heal you walked out. You were such a horrible mixture of emotions. You could cry, you could scream but instead you shook. You walked back to your studio. Right now you needed your music. You would blare it and then see how you felt. Such, this was the fickle lifestyle of an artist.

You were grateful for Roman at these moments yet there was still that part of you that was incredibly independent and you hated having lean against him during these times.

You stepped a a few steps into your studio and you shook with annoyance and feeling so helpless.

Two arms came around you, instinctively you put up a small fight. “Baby.” His voice was soft and even. “Don’t fight. Let me hold you.” You took a breath, the timber of his voice chipped away at the walls, that you had just built around to feel better.

His hands wrapped around your wrists and unwound your arms that you had not even realized you had wrapped tightly around yourself. “There you go.” He encouraged as you continued to breathe.

Simply, he just held you.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked sometime later.

You nodded, you could feel as his hold on you then loosened up. Turning, you met his eyes, then nestled in his throat.

“First, Enigma canceled on me.” You finally told Roman. “He’s going away for a bit. So that job got canceled.”

“Harley called shortly afterward. That big job, they gave me? Poof all gone.”

“Bastard.” Roman’s mouth took a sharp line, then his eyes met yours and they burned with an idea. You were sure of it. “Baby, do remember that originally, I was supposed to hire you and woo you?” He raised his eyebrows, in a way he knew you found irresistible.

“I remember.”

“Well, I am hiring you Ms. Y/N will you please accompany me to my office? I would like to share with you, my vision.”

“Roman...”

“I’m serious. It’s about time I have one of your pieces.” He ushered you into his office. “May, I grab you a drink? Perhaps a piece of chocolate or perhaps me?” He smirked.

You chuckled, and a smile replaced the smirk that was splashed across his face. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Hs went and leaned against his desk.

“But Mr. Sionis, if I am to work for you it would be so unethical for you to offer yourself to me.”

“Baby, do I ever follow the rules?”

“No.”

“Exactly.

*****

Sometime, later you back in your studio, you were drawing away. You would design Roman the absolute best chair. Your mood had significantly improved.

Distantly, sometime later you heard something but couldn’t place it. You ignored it and kept on working. Then the sweet and savory scent of food tickled your nose.

Looking, over you smiled. “Roman, really?”

He shrugged holding onto a tray filled with some of your favorite things to enjoy for brunch.

“I need you to be well fed.” He put the tray down on a small table near the two of you. Putting down your pencil, you went over and grabbed a croissant. Giving, him a softly demure look. Before, pure relish filled you as you took a bite. It was perfect, crusty outside and soft warm center.

You paused mid bite, “Oh, Roman, did Anton, make these fresh?”

He smiled. “Consider, this me wooing you.”

“Well, then you can consider me won over.” You went over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

You whispered.

He smirked. “So wouldn’t be nice to scandalize Joker and Harley by not even permitting them into my club?”

“I’d love that but are you sure?” You finished you croissant and slipped your arms under his suit jacket.

He looked down at you, his blue eyes were filled with mischief. “They broke a contract with you.” He shrugged, “Plus, I’ve been thinking of a reason worthy to say, my club, my rules to them.”

“Can I hang off you while you say it to them?”

“Will you wear the purple little number for me as well?”

You smiled up at him, “Anything, for you.” You ran your finger through his black hair. “Would you like it, if I wore my stockings with the garter belts.”

His eyes lit up as his lips curled into a smile. “I might have to reach under the dress and snap them.”

The idea immediately made your stomach churn with excitement. Going, on your tip toes, you grazed your lips on his throat. “I certainly hope you do.”

*****

Sitting at your vanity, you slipped on one silky thigh high and then the other. Standing and making sure everything was even and laid just the right way, you carefully then affixed them with the garter. You turned, you inspected yourself they were a bit of work but they looked good. Wiggling, just so you slipped your bee purple dress on.

This time, you could not resist twirling. When you stopped, you met Roman’s reflection in the mirror. He whistled. “Look at you,” he beckoned you to him. Happily, you did reaching under the short hem of the dress, his gloved hands grabbed onto your ass and he held you to him. “Fuck, you look beautiful.”

You looked at him, as demurely as you could. “So yes?”

“Yes.” He growled.

******

His gloved hand rested on your thigh since the two of you came down from the penthouse. He gave you a squeeze. Which was already a little over an hour.

“Roman, Y/N” Victor grimaced, scratching the back of his head. “Joe, needs you. Joker and Harley are demanding a word.”

Roman, slid you a look. “Ready?”

You smiled. “Yes.”

Getting up, he smoothed himself then held out a hand. You took it. He moved easily with you through the Saturday, night crowd. Most knew to move out of the way and those that didnmt simply did since it was the polite thing to do.

He had made sure to tell Joe and the others to keep them outside. Once, outside he smiled ready seeing a rather annoyed Joker and flustered Harley. He wrapped a tight around your middle.

He looked them up and down, before turning to Joe. “Is there a problem?”

Joe, sighed. “They would like to come in.”

“Oh! I see.”

Joker, gestured at Joe and then him. “What is going on here, Roman?”

“Nothing actually, was there something you needed?” Roman, ran his fingers through his hair. “I do have some guests to attend to.”

Harley, looked at you. “Are we not having a drink tonight?”

You tightened your arm around Roman. “Guess not.”

She looked at him. “Romy?”

“Yeah?”

Joker laughed. “Roman, cut it out. Let us in.”

Roman, looked down at you. He enjoyed the radiant smile you gave him back. “It’s my club and I really don’t care to have you two in there tonight.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Good night.”

“Roman Sionis,” Joker practically growled. “You’ll regret this.”

Roman, didn’t even bother to look back.

“Oh, that was so much fun.” Delight gave your voice a sweet ring to it.

“It was.” Roman glanced around, the he placed a hand on either knee. “Baby, make me happy. Draw your the skirt of your dress back just enough, that I can see your garters.”

“Roman, I was half joking.” You practically whimpered and rubbed your thighs together.

“I wasn’t.” His tone, took a firmness he had yet to hear you bot obey.

Now, you were the one whose eyes glanced around. He smiled and squeezed your knees as you rose the skirt of your dress.

The softest of your thighs was exposed to him, he drew his hands up. Though gloved, he could still feel the softness.

He dipped his fingers under the first garter. He once again heard as you inhaled. Pulling back just enough he heard as it snapped back along with the most delicious sound from you. Happily, he did for a second time and once again, he was rewarded with the sound you made.

This was far from the last time he enjoyed playing with your garters that evening.

Much, much later when the club was shadowy and the entertainment had long since left for the day. The people who came and partied had left, even Victor had retired to his quarters up stairs; only you and him remained.

“Baby, come here and sit in my lap but keep your back to me.”

“Alright.”

He said a little straighter and the he enjoyed the pleasure of your weight in his lap. He longer played coy. He pulled your dress up, so only just enough of cover your sweet soft center.

He caressed your thighs opening. “Imagine if I did this while people were not so far dancing, drinking...” Pressing a kiss just behind your ear. He could feel that your pulse was quick.

When he snapped the garters the sharp sound echoed and bounced off the empty club’s wallls.

“Mm, baby.” He purred. “What do I do to you?”

He caressed your inner thighs. Drifting upward, he stopped and heard you whimper at sudden absence of his touch.

Inhaling, he kissed then sank his teeth into your bare shoulder while his hand now free of its glove teased at your wetness. As you felt his teeth, you moved just enough that his fingers could feel the wetness that had been growing.

“Shall I touch your deeper?”

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