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“If that’s what you like,” Yulia glanced up at him almost challengingly. “You have no idea what the effect other things I could say aloud would do,” her lips curled up with mirth and instinctively leaned into his touch. Teasing one another was what they did best, and she had already gotten used to it, which only meant she felt free to return the action. Sometimes, more than just free to do it. She felt comfortable. “Not if you keep this up,”   she said lightly, her head moving negatively. A gasping sound emerged from the woman and she planted a hand over her chest. “Just when I was expecting your worst,” she managed to look surprised, even though she was just joking.

Alek smirked a little wider, chuckling softly under his breath as he nodded his head. “Touche,” he told her, licking his lips as he dropped his hand, only to bring it up and use it to push his hair off his forehead and out of his face. “I think that you enjoy my worst,” he teased, turning to head toward her kitchen to grab himself something to drink. If he was really going to be on his best behavior, he was going to need some alcohol if she was going to keep teasing him. He itched to touch her, but he wouldn’t do it unless she was going to beg him. “Want me to pour you a drink?” he asked, turning to her and offering a raised eyebrow. 

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“But that’s always the best way,” Luce quipped, twirling one of the lustrous strands around her fingers. “The tousled bed hair on you is a favorite of mine,” the Englishwoman’s lips curved in a way that was something between an appreciative smile and a smirk. “Uhm,” she pressed her forefinger to her mouth, seemingly thinking about the question. “That looks good, yeah, yeah,” her head fell and rose in a few nods. “But you know what I think would make it perfect?” She queried, and there was an unmistakable flirtatious undertone to her words as she stared into the bottomless depth of Imogen’s eyes, striding in her direction until the Irish had no other choice but to take a few steps backward.

Imogen watched her expectantly, her eyebrows raised slightly as she waited for the other’s answer. She tried to stand her ground, but stepped back when she came too close, backing up until she hit her own bed. Her knees buckled, and she fell back onto the mattress. She leaned back on the mattress with her hands, the bottom of her palms indenting into the bedding. She tilted her head up, her red locks falling over her shoulders and down her back. “What?” she asked, spreading her legs slightly, invitingly, licking her lips as her eyes slowly moved down Luce’s bottom and watched her hungrily. They flicked up to meet her gaze again, an “innocent” expression on her face.

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Luce felt the heat that radiated from Wendy, flustering the alabaster skin. It was clear to her that the Kiwi princess would be a sight to behold when she finally came apart. She could see her gaping mouth, sense the trembling in her body as she struggled to remain centered and her nerves refused to allow her to keep still. Luce knew how to use the friction to her favor. The pad of her middle finger would move all the way up the valley of her sex, pausing where it ended in the little plump bundle of nerves, then her fingernail would sweep the same length back down, picking up moisture and wetting the gusset of her panties.

“Have you any idea what I’m going to do with you?” she taunted, wanting to hear her strangled voice as she tried to respond. Tentatively, she hooked her digit through the elastic, sliding it to the side as Wendy opened up for her more. She caressed that intimate part of her interspersing the rhythm. Sometimes it would be slow as the calm waters on a stream. Other times, it was the flow of a turbulent current, something designed to leave the princess taut with desire before gave her what she really wanted.

Wendy tried to push down against her handing, wanting more friction and craving the feeling of her fingers (which were just as skilled as Wendy assumed Luce’s would be) pressed against her own pussy, against her clit. Her breath came out incredibly shaky, a soft moan escaping her as the pad of the other’s finger pressed into the shocked nerves of her clit. She knew that she couldn’t be loud, couldn’t risk someone finding them in this position, but that didn’t help how she wanted nothing more than to whine and beg for Luce to just go faster.

The blonde laughed breathlessly, and she whined again, her fingers flexing against the other’s shoulders. “Tell me,” she begged, her voice just above a whisper, completely breathless and pleading. Her eyes opened and she watched Luce with hunger, something that she rarely let anyone see in her. She leaned in, pressing her mouth to Luce’s eagerly, only pulling away when her lungs screamed for air. “Tell me,” she said again, this time more demanding. Her eyes met hers and she whimpered again. 

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Luce cupped her face between her hands and gushed. “You are so cute when you blush,” she kissed her cheeks, a smile broad on her lips. The Englishwoman wasn’t used to such affection. She didn’t often greet anyone with a hug, because she felt them slightly odd, but not with Wendy. Luce assumed the Kiwi princess’ softness could break through the coldest people, engulfing them in the warmth of her grins and embraces. “Don’t worry, darling,” she shook her head. “I won’t,” Luce told her with far more confidence than she felt. “Do I need to assuage those terrible thoughts from your mind, darling?” she wondered and got carried away by the intensity Wendy added to their liplock. When she pulled away, Luce idly twirled a strand of the other one’s hair with her forefinger.

The kiss left Wendy breathless and a little dizzy, and completely and totally flustered all the same. The smile on her face was content and she couldn’t help the expression; Luce simply made her happy. “What were you up to?” she asked, looking around them to try and gain her bearings before hr gaze fell to Luce once more. “Did I interrupt something?” she asked. Her hands still rested on the other’s waist and she didn’t even try to move them. Wendy licked her lips slightly and bounced on her toes almost nervously. “Did you want to do something together today?” she offered, looking back at Luce hopefully, the urge to kiss her almost overwhelming, but she fought against it. 

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@blackest-sails (closed starter for Wendy)

Evan was feeling bored that day and decided to see if there was anything in the library he hadn’t read yet. But when he stepped into the library, all thoughts of reading went out of his head when he saw his betrothed. A warm smile came to his face and he sat down next to Wendy, wrapping one arm around her shoulder. “How are you doing?” he asked her. “Are you hanging in there okay?” It wasn’t easy for any of them, being here as prisoners, and he hoped she was keeping her spirits up.

Wendy had decided on a love seat to sit on to read a few hours ago, and had been there the entire time. She was engrossed in her book, and even with her head in between the pages, she didn’t jump when Evan came to sit beside her. His presence was calming. She looked up, smiling at him as she shifting slightly to lean into his body with his arm around her. “I’m okay,” she told him, nodding. “I’m glad that they’re allowing us to use the library, because I think I would be doing worse if not.” She shrugged her shoulders, moving to close the book and placing her hands atop it. “What are you up to? How are you?” she asked, her head tilting and her hair falling over her shoulder as she asked. 

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Lorne glanced up from where he’d been slipping on his own jeans to admire the sight of her in a towel. “I can’t say I have” he said finally, his eyes moving from her body to her face after a moment. “Maybe we should take that as a sign we need to stay in the villa all day” he teased her. “Clothes optional, of course.” He began to help her look for the dress, pulling open the closet to began checking behind the clothes in there.

Kinzie laughed softly. “Perhaps it is,” she teased, waiting until he was turned from him before she dropped the towel and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin against her back. She came up just above his shoulder blades. “I don’t necessarily have anything important to do today,” she told him, smirking as she dropping her hands down to the waistband of the jeans that he’d just put on and popping open the button, sneaking her hands into the briefs he wore underneath. 

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Misty smiled in spite of herself when she saw Mia working out in the gloves Misty had gotten for her. “I take it they fit well?” she said, gesturing to the gloves on Mia’s hands. Then she nodded. “That would be great.” Boxing with a partner was always more interesting that pounding on a punching bag. Setting down her water bottle, she reached into her bag and began to pull on her own gloves. “How are you settling in?” she asked.

Mia nodded her head, a smile on her face still as she lifted her hands and showed her the gloves, revealing that they did, in fact, fit well. “Okay,” she said, nodding her head again, this time only once. She shrugged her shoulders and moved to the side of the mat, grabbing the bottle of water that she’d brought and taking a long sip. “It’s going better than I thought it would,” she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “It’s not so bad. Though I don’t know if I should tell you that, because I don’t know if you’d make it worse for me,” she teased, her nose scrunching in amusement. 

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“Hey, babe?” Kinzie called out, moving through his bedroom (really theirs, but she hadn’t officially moved into his villa despite spending most of her time there and having most of her stuff strewn around), rounding the bed and huffing as she held the towel up to her chest so it didn’t fall. “Have you seen that white sundress I wore a few days ago? I was going to wear it today but I can’t find it,” she told him, turning with the other hand on her hip as she huffed out a breath of air through her nose. // @devilxyouxknow​

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“Hey,” Mia said as she smiled tiredly, turning when she heard the other come into the gym. She had been in the middle of her workout, the gloves that Misty had gotten her on her hands, a ponytail in her hair, and sweat dripping down from every pore. Mia had really gone for it in this workout, needing to blow off some steam that she hadn’t even realized she’d built up. “Did you want to spar?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at her with a welcoming smile on her face. “I could use a partner,” she offered. // @devilxyouxknow​

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Luce smiled the kind of smile that one would deem worthy of a cat in cream. Her salacious behavior was no surprise to anybody, and there had always been something thrilling about being out there in the open. The idea that someone could see them. But this wasn’t the life they were used to anymore. Someone wasn’t just going to show up with a camera and sell their privates to the highest bidder. This was like having all the perks and none of the problems. Now this was the kind of thing could end up enjoying. Or, at least one side of this she could enjoy.

The princess conceded, and looked up from the sweet spot between Wendy’s breasts, but not before she had the chance to pinch the Kiwi princess’ nipple with her teeth. The words were like music to her ears. Luce raised a hand and trailed a finger through the side of her jaw. “Oh, and I will,” she smiled. “And I’m going to take my time with you because it’s something I can do,” her hand traveled back down, moving through her clavicle, the swollen breasts, before it disappeared beneath her skirt. Her hand moved through her thigh, her thumb caressing the smooth skin between her legs. “But first I just have to make sure you’re ready,” she had reached the barrier of her underwear and now her fingernail toyed with the fabric. “And we have to make it worthy, don’t we?” That finger pressed through the crease between her folds just leisurely moving up and down.

Wendy had always liked it slow - with the men in her life, she had taken most of her relationships step by step. She’d hadn’t been pressured into anything, and she was not one to pressure someone into anything as well. But the fact that Luce wanted to go slow, when the only thing that Wendy could think about was moving fast and having her the way that she wanted, well, it drove her absolutely insane, and she was loving every single second of it. 

Her skin broke out in goosebumps as she felt Luce’s soft fingers slid down her body and between her legs, her thighs clenching softly at the very brush of them over the pale, sensitive skin there. She watched Luce with wide eyes as she spoke, her mouth opened slightly as her breathing sped up in anticipation. When she felt the other’s fingers in her folds, she couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped her, and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back. Her hips tilted in anticipation, and she bit down on her lower lip as she moved to grip Luce’s shoulders, her nails digging in as she rolled herself against the others fingers, wanting nothing more than to have them inside her. 

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It might not have been a line, but Luce could roll with that. She could hinder the true meaning of her words behind playful or flirty words. “My, oh, my, Imogen,” the brunette let out a tutting sound. “You wound me,” she splayed a hand across her chest in mock hurt, staring down at the woman in front of her. Luce ran her fingers through the Irish’s rich red hair before tugging on the scrunchie. “I happen to like it better when you let your hair down,” she played with the words this time. “But I’m glad this is working,” she smirked.

“When I let my hair down? As if it’s not always metaphorically down and all over the place?” she teased, laughing softly as she reached up and pulled her hair out of the ponytail she’d just created, using both hands to brush it out so that it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. “How’s this?” she asked, a knowing smirk on her face as she moved, wrapping her hand around the back of Luce’s neck and pulling her closer. “Does it do it better for you?” Her voice lowered and her eyes flicked down to look at the other’s mouth and back up to her eyes. 

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Luce smirked at the display. “Had I known this was what I’d been missing on, I would have definitely come sooner,” she pointed out, brushing a strand of Wendy’s hair away from her face. Her smile was the sort of thing that lit up her whole face, and if circumstances were any different, Luce would have likely called her out by then. “One day, darling, probably after I leave you breathless and blissful, you’ll realize that trouble is what I do best,” she teased, and punctuated her sentence with a kiss to her lips, nipping at her lower one.

Wendy blushed a little, realizing that her greeting might have been a little too affectionate, but it didn’t seem like Luce was complaining, so she decided not to apologize or make a comment about it. Instead, she just smiled at her gently, one that had been saved for Luce herself, a smile she’d curated just for her. “Not that I don’t enjoy the trouble that you create, but I just don’t want you to get into something that you cannot get yourself out of,” she pointed out, her lips brushing over Luce’s with a breathless grin. She leaned in, pressing another, harder kiss to the other’s mouth as a point before she pulled away.

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“I want you to stay,” Yulia nodded in agreement, then swallowed. “Well, yes. Is it that hard to believe that I’d like your company, Alek?” She nearly pouted at the words. She was on the verge of just pushing him back inside, but hsi question caused her to cross her arms over her chest. “And here I thought my company would have been enough,” she said in mock hurt. “I thought you could sleep on the bed instead of the couch, for a change, but I see I was clearly misguided,” she threatened to close the door.

“Not so hard that you enjoy it, I just like it when you admit things like that aloud,” he told her, grinning knowingly as he chuckled softly and moved his hand, brushing his knuckle softly over her cheek. “It is. I was just teasing you.” He moved and came back inside, raising an eyebrow as he passed her and pushed off his shoes once more, despite having just put them back on. “On the bed? Can I be under the sheets too?” he asked teasingly. “I promise to be on my best behavior.” 

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“I will always be there protect you.”

Kinzie smiled at her captain as she turned, two drinks in hand, one for her and the other for herself. She handed the one she’d made for Emerson to her, offering up hers with a smile on her face. “Cheers to that,” she said, a softened smile on her face as she clinked her glass against the other’s and took a sip of her drink. “Who’s Roger with right now since he’s not your shadow today?”// @wcndrlvst​

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“I’d like it if you stayed."

Alek blinked as he paused in the doorway, turning to look at Yulia with a raised eyebrow in her direction. “You want me to stay,” he repeated, watching her with a serious expression on his face. “Like... the night?” Alek knew that she didn’t mean what he wanted it to me, but he smirked at her anyway, licking his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s in it for me?” he asked teasingly. // @carpednoctems-w​

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“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.” 

Wendy grinned when she heard Luce come into the bedroom, turning and practically bouncing when she saw her. “There you are,” she said, skipping up to her and simply going in for a light kiss, her hand resting on the other’s cheek as she did so. She wanted more, but she stopped herself, holding back and leaning back on her heels. “Where have you been?” she asked, wrapping her arms around Luce’s waist and licking her lips as she watched her. “Keeping out of trouble, I hope.” // @carpednoctems-w​

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“I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

Chase chuckled softly under her, his chest shaking and because of this, jostling her slightly. “Unfortunately, if we want to go catch the sunset, we’re going to have to get up,” he told her, reaching out to hold her head as he moved to sit up and set her down against the mattress. He turned and hovered over her, upside down, their heads level with one another. Grinning, he leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Get up,” he told her, pushing himself off the bed and moving to grab a shirt. If anyone had seen them, they would have assumed they’d just fucked. Much to Chase’s regret, it had just been a nap. // @wcndrlvst​