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This slowburn is killing me in the absolute right way!

Anything You Need

Part 13: 2 of 2

Previous part here

A special thank you to @cillianmurphyvevo for her help in selecting this chapter’s co-stars.

*** Trigger warning: Sexual harassment ***

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As the elevator doors parted upon reaching the underground parking garage of the hotel, Y/N’s heart was pounding. Despite the fact that their group of four was going to the event together, this somehow still felt like something more intimate between herself and Cillian, and it was obvious that Gareth and Jayma (although they hadn’t said so) had the viewpoint that Y/N was really Cillian’s main guest, and that they themselves were just along for the ride. And while Y/N absolutely wanted to attend this event with Cillian, that silent yet obvious consensus that her attendance was the main focus had her feeling overwhelmingly nervous and in the spotlight. Not to mention the added fact that it all felt like a date.

Y/N had arranged with the hotel staff for the garage to be temporarily closed to any other guests while their group met there and then got into their waiting car. When she and Jayma stopped near the garage attendants’ station, Y/N’s stomach was full of butterflies as she texted Gareth that the garage was indeed empty of any other guests, telling him that the coast was clear for him and Cillian to head down to meet them. She then quickly replied to a couple of other texts, one of which was from Kat, who wasn’t going to be at the event, but who would be at the hotel for Cillian’s party later.

After responding to the texts, Y/N was then speaking with one of the garage attendants about what time they planned to be back (she planned on telling Cillian that she wasn’t feeling well around 9 p.m.) and making sure that the garage would once again be empty of any guests when they arrived.

She was still talking to the guy when the elevators dinged and the doors parted again, Cillian and Gareth behind them. As soon as Cillian stepped off the elevator, he immediately spotted Y/N, and when he saw her, he was momentarily in total awe.

A couple yards away by the attendants’ station, she was unmissable as she stood and spoke with the garage employee, wearing an elegantly beautiful, floor-length red dress. There was a slit on one side of her skirt that offered an incredibly tempting view of her thigh whenever she moved, and the sleeveless bodice had a subtle sparkle and a deep dip down the center that accentuated her breasts in a way that was insanely sexy but still tasteful. To top it off, her long hair was in a pretty updo, and her makeup had been done in a way that highlighted her lovely features. It all just enhanced her already natural beauty, emphasizing it even more. She was a vision, gorgeous and glowing, and Cillian was certain that she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Of course, he always thought so, but tonight, he could barely comprehend it, coming in an incredibly close second place only to the reaction he’d had when he’d received the lingerie photos of her.

As he looked at Y/N, Cillian was thinking how incredibly glad he was that she’d agreed to come with him tonight. As fond of Gareth and Jayma as he was, and despite the amazing friends and help to him that they were, Cillian couldn’t have cared less in that moment about anyone but Y/N’s presence, and he was hopeful that she wouldn’t be too nervous or shy and would be relaxed enough to enjoy herself tonight. He was also hopeful that this evening together would further cement their connection, reignite what had been on the verge of boiling between them in New York, and that it would all be enough encouragement for Y/N to finally let go of any lingering, shyness-induced apprehension and allow things to happen between them.

After Y/N finished speaking to the employee, he then stepped away, and she turned around when he did, typing something on her phone. When she looked up, her and Cillian’s eyes immediately locked across the way, and upon seeing him, she was already on the verge of fainting, just as she’d warned Jayma she’d be.

In a sharp, tailored black suit and a crisp, white, stand collar dress shirt, Cillian immediately caused Y/N’s heart to uncontrollably skip. He was suave and devastatingly handsome, his entire look polished yet so ungodly sexy. Along with the outfit, Cillian’s hair was calling to her, those tug-worthy locks falling just perfectly, and Y/N was immediately imagining reaching up and repeatedly carding her fingers through it and caressing his scalp. Of course, on any given day, he could make her heart skip enough to make her feel lightheaded, but tonight, he was a whole new level of debilitating, and when their eyes met, he gave her that easy and slightly mischievous smile. That signature, effortless charm and appeal of his was even more obvious than usual, and as he approached her after their eyes met, Y/N was frozen in her spot.

“You’re supposed to be off the clock now,” Cillian said as he stopped in front of her, and his eyes briefly darted down to her phone in indication, which she was still holding.

Blinking a few times, Y/N then nodded.

“I know,” she replied, her own eyes lowering to her hand at Cillian’s gesture. “Just checking on a few last things.”

“Checking or worrying?” he lightly teased her, to which she gave him an amused little smile.

“Crisis aversion, remember?” Y/N answered.

Chuckling with a smile, Cillian shook his head.

“I think we’re in the clear now,” he said. Then his expression became more serious as he spoke again, holding her eyes. “You look absolutely stunning.”

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, and with the special circumstances of the evening, Cillian had decided to seize the opportunity, and he voiced the compliment.

It was obvious that Y/N was surprised by his statement, but also incredibly pleased and flattered, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she cutely pursed her lips while a shy but obvious smile then spread across her face. With pleased bashfulness, her eyes darted downward for a moment before she smiled again as she clutched her bag.

“Thank you,” she replied softly as she looked back up at Cillian through her lashes. Her heart was racing, and she once again could hardly believe she was in this situation right now. They looked at each other for a moment longer, but then the sound of the garage door opening drew their attention back towards the garage entrance.

“Y/N, is this us?” Gareth asked as he looked over from where he and Jayma were standing. The two of them had seen that she and Cillian were clearly having a little moment, and they’d purposely remained where they were.

“Yep, it should be,” Y/N confirmed as she looked at Gareth over Cillian’s shoulder and nodded her head.

As the car then fully pulled into the garage, she and Cillian were heading towards them, and after confirming it was their car, Y/N briefly spoke to the driver before piling into the back of the large Escalade with everyone else. As soon as they were all seated and the car began to move, Jayma was suddenly giggling.

“This feels like we’re going to prom,” she said, and everyone was laughing. Y/N laughed, too, but it was a nervous laugh. The event venue wasn’t more than two miles away, and once again, the reality of this entire situation had her questioning what the hell she was doing here. Yes, she was used to being around celebrities, but never so many at a time, and definitely never socializing with them to this degree, particularly at a spotlight event like this.

Watching Y/N from his seat, Cillian could see that she was nervous, and he caught her eyes as she turned from the window.

“You alright?” he asked her.

Y/N swallowed nervously.

“I don’t know,” she replied honestly, her expression apprehensive. “I’ve never been on this side of it before.”

Cillian gave her a reassuring smile.

“Just relax,” he said to her, hoping to calm her nerves. “You’re just going to be yourself.”

Nodding her head slowly, Y/N looked back at him for another moment before her eyes darted to the window once more, and she nervously fiddled with her clutch in her lap.

Within the next several minutes, they were in a line of similar vehicles, all of which were rolling to a gradual stop alongside the curb of the entrance to the venue. The cars were briefly stopping to allow their celebrity passengers to unload before pulling away to allow the passengers of the car behind them to do the same, and with each advancement in the line, Y/N was getting more and more nervous.

Finally, their car reached the drop-off spot, which was sectioned off with a line of velvet ropes that then eventually expanded to the official red carpet. Despite the fact that this event was supposed to be more under the radar, Y/N could already see several photographers up ahead at the site that they’d clearly designated for attendees to stop and pose for pictures. As soon as she registered the photographers, the realization that she would probably inevitably end up in some photos with Cillian dawned on her, and she had absolutely no idea how to process that fact. That, along with being generally overwhelmed by this whole thing, had her suddenly feeling like she was paralyzed.

Their driver exited the car to come around and open the door for them, and as everyone else got out, Y/N remained in her seat, still feeling suddenly immobile as she looked out beyond to the photographers up ahead.

“Y/N?” she suddenly heard Cillian say, having been so distracted that she hadn’t realized that she was the only one still in the car, everyone else waiting for her out on the pavement. Looking at Cillian, then over his shoulder at the venue, then back to him again, she was giving him another look of uncertainty.

“Are you sure I should be here?” she asked him.

Looking at her and giving her an understanding yet reassuring look, Cillian then stepped back towards her and leaned into the vehicle, reaching for one of Y/N’s hands and grasping it in his.

“Come on,” he said to her, and he took a step back, still holding Y/N’s hand and gently tugging her arm, encouraging her to come with him.

Upon the look Cillian gave her and the comforting feeling of his hand wrapping around hers, Y/N felt the slightest ease of her nerves. Looking over his shoulder and then into his eyes one more time, she silently gripped his hand in return, sliding out of her seat as she allowed Cillian to gently tug her towards him and out of the car. As her feet hit the pavement, Cillian allowed her to get her footing before he looked at her once more and gently squeezed her hand.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he said to her.

Nodding, Y/N swallowed nervously as the driver closed the car door behind her and she and Cillian took the steps to re-join Gareth and Jayma where they were still waiting at the edge of the carpet. Within moments, an event staff member approached and was speaking to them, advising them on where to go. There was quite a bit of commotion around them, even despite the fact that there were no public attendees, and Y/N stayed tucked close to Cillian as several other groups of people moved past them while he spoke to the event staff member. After pointing up ahead and exchanging a few more words, Cillian was softly guiding Y/N along with him again as he began walking towards where they’d been instructed to go, Gareth and Jayma moving along with them.

Her hand still linked with Cillian’s, Y/N’s eyes were darting everywhere as they walked towards the spot on the carpet up ahead where Cillian would stop for several posed photos for the allowed photographers. However, on their way there, several camera bulbs from other photographers flashed from random directions around them, and Y/N swallowed nervously again as she once more realized that she was inevitably going to end up in some photos. That thought, along with the commotion all around them, had Y/N’s heart rate speeding up, especially as they paused near the photo spot and waited for Cillian’s turn, Y/N having the surreal recognition of the other celebrities in front of them just a few feet away. Instinctively, she moved closer to Cillian again, silently seeking him as they stood off to the side, Gareth and Jayma standing behind them.

As they stood near the photo spot, Cillian felt Y/N shift, and although they were already close, he now felt her tucking herself even closer to him, their arms brushing and her tightening the grip of their joined hands. Cillian smiled to himself as he felt her seeking him, and his smile only grew when he turned slightly to look at Y/N and he saw her adorably nervous expression, her eyes darting around everywhere as she took in the surroundings. After a moment, her eyes met his, and Cillian spoke.

“Just your typical Sunday night,” he said jokingly, and despite her nerves, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Right,” she replied in mock agreement.

A moment later, an usher from up ahead on the carpet suddenly went hurriedly jogging past them, clearly on some sort of mission, and he nearly ran into them as he went by. Letting out a small noise of surprise, Y/N quickly stepped backward with Cillian, and when she did, she nearly tripped, but he was immediately releasing her hand and quickly slipping his arm around her waist instead to steady her, Y/N gripping him back as she regained her balance. When she looked up, he was smiling at her again, clearly amused.

“You better wipe that look off your face,” she said to him, she herself somewhere between amused and panicked.

“Are you alright?” Cillian asked in response, still smiling.

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” she replied, somewhat serious again as she quickly darted her eyes around once more. “This is way outside the box of what I’m used to.”

“I know,” Cillian said with a nod, his arm still around her as they remained close. “But I’m really glad you agreed to come.”

As she looked back at him, Y/N’s nerves temporarily faded again.

“Me too,” she replied, and they each smiled at each other, both of them enjoying their proximity and the unspoken intimacy, which was a near déjà vu moment from when they’d held hands and been so close in New York.

“I told you we were just seat fillers,” Gareth could be heard saying then, speaking jokingly to Jayma behind them, intending for Cillian to hear him. At that, both Y/N and Cillian looked towards Gareth and Jayma and smiled, all of them shifting and taking a few steps as they moved along the carpet.

“Not true,” Cillian responded to Gareth with a smile, his arm now having dropped from Y/N’s waist as they walked again. “We also need you in case someone has a hair emergency.”

“Gee, I’m so honored,” Gareth said, all in good fun, and they laughed again. But as they now reached just before the photo spot, Y/N was feeling nervous again as the cameras flashed even more obviously.

So much for being a limited access event, she thought to herself. There seemed to be countless bulbs flashing from every direction, and she swallowed nervously. As the usher who was directing the celebrities for the photos eyed her and Cillian, she already knew what he was thinking — many of the attendees were posing with their dates or significant others — but she wanted to stay out of any photos as much as possible; she wasn’t a celebrity, and she and Cillian weren’t a couple.

Why did that feel disappointing to acknowledge?

As they moved again, Y/N gave an ever so subtle shake of her head to the usher, and she stepped off to the side with Jayma and Gareth as Cillian stopped to pose for his obligatory photos. Of course, he noticed the obvious desire Y/N had to stay out of the pictures, but he completely understood that it came from her not wanting to be in the spotlight, and he had no problem with that. He himself would have skipped it if he could, but he knew he had to oblige, and after Y/N, Jayma, and Gareth had moved aside, he was pausing for several moments as the photographers got their fill, some of them calling his name and the bulbs once again going off in a frenzy of flashes.

Watching Cillian from the sidelines, Y/N literally felt weak in the knees as she watched him pose for the photos with that cool, confident, sexy as all hell aura he always seemed to have. But it was nothing compared to the way her heart short-circuited when he finished posing and turned to begin walking over to them, immediately meeting her eyes and smiling at her with an adorable yet simultaneously debilitatingly sexy bite of his lip. Without thinking, she was immediately smiling back, and when he reached them, she had forgotten her nerves and was teasing him as he briefly stopped in front of her.

“Donatella would be so proud of you,” she said, and Cillian laughed.

“You think so?” he replied. Then, before he could stop himself, he continued. “Maybe I should have worn that jacket she gave me instead.” And as soon as he saw Y/N’s reaction to his statement, he knew that she was recalling the bit of information about that jacket that she thought Cillian had no knowledge of.

At the mention of that particular jacket, Y/N’s cheeks were immediately flushing, recalling her photoshoot and how she’d been bare chested beneath that jacket just hours after Cillian had worn it, and that it was now hanging in his closet. Little did she know, though, that that entire situation wasn’t as much of a secret from him as she thought it was.

“Let’s go inside, huh?” Jayma said beside them then, catching their attention. “If the only reason I’m here is to be a seat filler,” she said jokingly, “then I’m at least gonna take advantage of the top-shelf booze at this thing.”

Laughing again, they all moved to enter along with the other attendees who were moving inside after having their photos taken. As they gradually made their way, Y/N again noticed all the familiar faces of other celebrities she recognized but had never bumped shoulders with before, and she once again felt like an impostor.

Upon entering the venue, she was awed by the huge, beautiful room that was the definition of “Hollywood elite.” Large, extravagantly set round tables were adorned with pristine table linens and beautiful, lush floral centerpieces. Between the chandeliers and the light reflecting off every single champagne flute and wine glass at each table, the entire room seemed to sparkle, and the hum of activity and voices remained steady as all the attendees made their way to their tables and mingled with others.

To Y/N’s relief, Cillian simply gave a friendly jerk of his head or a quick “hello” to anyone they passed on the way to their table who greeted him. She had no idea how she would have functioned if he’d stopped to speak with someone and she’d gotten starstruck. Again, she was used to being around celebrities in certain situations, but not to this extent, not under such extravagant circumstances, and definitely not for any occasion where she’d be socializing with them and not just making sure things were running smoothly behind the scenes.

In the bustling room, they wove through the crowd, squeezing past people as Cillian led the way to their table. As they finally reached their seats for the night, Y/N realized that that starstruck feeling she was having wasn’t going to vanish just yet once they came to a stop and she saw who they’d be sharing a table with.

“Oh, Christ, if I’d known I’d be stuck sitting with you, I’d have stayed home tonight,” Daniel said jokingly to Cillian, a feigned look of disgust on his face before he then grinned.

“Cillian!” exclaimed Rachel with an excited smile as she turned around and saw him.

Y/N froze.

Daniel Craig. And Rachel Weisz.

Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz.

They were sitting with Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz.

A month ago, when the information on tonight’s event had first reached her email inbox, Y/N had briefly glanced at the names of the other attendees who were to be seated at Cillian’s table. But upon seeing that it was Daniel and Rachel, she’d not had any concerns (although never having met them, Y/N was aware that Cillian considered them friends), and since she also had no clue at that time that she’d be attending the event, she hadn’t given it anymore thought, and she’d all but forgotten about it.

But now, she was standing a foot away from them.

“So, you’re still taking this bastard out in public, yeah?” Cillian replied to Rachel as he accepted her hug, reciprocating her embrace and smiling as Daniel laughed at his comment. The two men then gave each other a friendly handshake.

“He promised me he’d behave tonight, so if you egg him on, I’ll have your head,” Rachel said to Cillian with a smile.

After Cillian stepped back, he was placing an encouraging hand in the small of Y/N’s back, coaxing her to step up to her chair at the table beside him. As he did so, Rachel’s gaze shifted from Cillian to Y/N, and as their eyes met, she spoke.

“And who’s this?” she said, her tone curiously friendly and a warm smile spreading across her face.

“Dan, Rachel, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N, the woman who expertly runs my life now,” Cillian said fondly, Y/N taking the step he was encouraging her to take as his hand grazed her back. “Y/N, this is Dan and Rachel.”

Dan and Rachel? He said it so casually, as if he was introducing her to his next-door neighbors. Y/N was sure her eyes were as big as saucers.

“Uhhh...” was all Y/N could manage.

“My goodness, sweetheart, you look positively terrified,” Rachel then said, looking at Y/N with amused sympathy. “I promise, we don’t bite. Now give me a hug.”

Before Y/N knew what was happening, she was being pulled into a friendly embrace by Rachel as she saw Daniel smile at her over her shoulder. Mindlessly, Y/N was lifting her arms to hug her back, and when they parted, Rachel kept her close for a moment longer.

“Cillian told us you’d be coming,” she said to Y/N quietly. “No need to be so nervous; I promise you, we’re totally normal,” then she smiled again as she released Y/N a bit further. “Well, relatively normal, anyway.”

Uncertain what to process first — the fact that she was being hugged and chatted up by Rachel Weisz, or the fact that Cillian had spoken to them about her ahead of time — Y/N was speechless for a moment longer. But then, something in her jolted her out of it, and she was shaking her head apologetically and somehow finding her words.

“I-I’m sorry,” she finally said, apologizing for her lapse in manners. “It’s lovely to meet you. I...I just have no idea what I’m doing here.”

Rachel smiled again.

“Keeping this one on his best behavior, I hope,” she said, indicating towards Cillian, who smiled as he watched them interact. “I can’t say I’ll be able to do the same for this one,” she then gestured over her shoulder to Daniel, who smiled again and then leaned forward to shake Y/N’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said.

“You, as well,” Y/N replied, and when they dropped hands, Y/N was still in disbelief of her current situation.

After that, they all moved to take their seats, and Y/N assessed the rest of the table. She and Cillian sat next to Daniel and Rachel, and the rest of the chairs around the large table were occupied by Gareth, Jayma, Cillian’s manager and his wife, and two each of Daniel and Rachel’s team. With the table being as large as it was, everyone fell into their own conversations, and as the serving staff began making their way to each person to fill champagne and water glasses, Rachel was chatting Y/N up once more, the two women sitting next to each other and Cillian and Daniel on their opposite sides. Briefly glancing around the room, Y/N’s eyes were widening again, and Rachel chuckled as she saw her expression.

“Is it what you were expecting?” she asked.

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N replied.

“No, considering I wasn’t expecting any of this, honestly.”

“So, this is a bit out of the ordinary for you, then?” Rachel asked as she shifted slightly in her chair.

Shifting as well to face her more, Y/N replied, still feeling out of place. What was she doing sitting beside and casually chatting with Rachel Weisz as if they were old friends?

“Uh...yes, more than a bit,” she said. “I never participated in anything like this when I worked for someone else.”

“You used to work for Krista Hendrickson?” Rachel asked for confirmation then.

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “For three years.”

Smiling wickedly then, Rachel leaned in closer, her voice conspiratorially low.

“Is she as much of an insufferable witch as I’ve heard she is?”

At that, Y/N’s brows raised, and before she could help herself, she was letting out a surprisedly amused laugh, which she quickly tried to cover by lifting a hand to her mouth.

“She’s...uh, well...” Y/N tried to find a tactful way of confirming Krista’s less than desirable personality.

“Don’t bother asking her, Rachel,” Cillian cut in then, leaning forward in his chair beside Y/N. “Y/N’s not capable of saying a single bad word about anyone.”

Rachel laughed, and at that, Y/N turned her head to look at Cillian, and he was grinning when she did. Upon seeing his expression, Y/N forgot her nerves for a moment.

“Well, there’s always a first time, so don’t push your luck,” she said playfully, giving him a flirtatious smile and a raise of her brow.

At Y/N’s response, Cillian was grinning wider and chuckling, and he was feeling something dangerous when she leaned slightly closer to him and gave him that sexy little smile.

Prior to the event, Cillian had contacted Daniel and Rachel and informed them that Y/N would be joining him, and that she would likely be pretty nervous. He knew Rachel would absolutely try and make Y/N feel more comfortable, and while it was still obvious that Y/N was very nervous, he could see that she’d already relaxed considerably since they’d been out on the carpet.

“Ohhh, I like her, Cillian,” Rachel said then as she heard Y/N and watched the two of them smiling at each other.

When he’d told them about Y/N, Cillian had refused to say more than necessary about their exact dynamic and relationship beyond her role as his assistant, but of course, Rachel could sense that there was something more to it, even though Cillian had resisted her prying. And seeing them together now was all the confirmation she needed.

At Rachel’s comment, Y/N could feel herself blushing, unable to ignore how her words only seemed to emphasize the way that this evening with Cillian somehow felt like a date. However, Y/N couldn’t deny that she very much enjoyed that idea, and when she and Cillian’s eyes met again, she blushed but didn’t avoid holding his gaze.

At first, at Rachel’s comment, Cillian was worried Y/N would become shyly flustered and nervously clam up again at the mild, unspoken insinuation her statement made, because despite what was between the two of them, he knew there was a good possibility that Y/N would suddenly check herself as she often did. But he was smiling back at her with pleased relief when she blushed but affectionately looked at him again, their eyes meeting when she turned to him once more.

After that, the evening continued with enjoyable conversation and plenty of laughs, and Y/N becoming more and more comfortable as time passed. Granted, she still felt very starstruck and in awe of this entire situation she was currently in — especially as the event went into full swing and awards were given out every 15 minutes or so throughout the meal — but she gradually forgot about that to a degree as they all enjoyed each other’s company. In fact, the entire thing began to feel like she and Cillian were on some sort of (out of the ordinary) double date with Daniel and Rachel, as while they also interacted with the others at the table here and there, the conversation kept coming back to being between the four of them.

“So, you going to agree to fill my shoes?” Daniel said to Cillian with a joking grin when the conversation had resumed again after another award was distributed.

Cillian just gave him a dismissive but amused look, rolling his eyes and scoffing a laugh. For weeks, there’d been talk floating around that Cillian had been suggested to take over the role as the new James Bond, an idea he’d quickly rejected. And while they all knew Cillian wasn’t planning to even entertain the idea, Daniel still had to rib him.

“Nah, I think your portrayal already caused enough damage,” Cillian jokingly replied to Daniel with a smirk. “Throw me into the mix and it’ll be the end of the entire franchise as we know it.”

“I’ll agree with the latter half of that statement,” Daniel said.

They all laughed, and Y/N was reaching for her water glass when Rachel spoke.

“What do you think, Y/N?” she asked. “Could he do it?”

A small smile began to spread across Y/N’s face, which she tried to contain as she set her glass down and turned her head towards Cillian, pretending to assess him with seriousness. He was looking back at her with expectant amusement as he waited for her reply.

“He could pull it off, I suppose,” she said with a shrug of her shoulder, her smile barely contained. “As long as they eliminate any high-tech gadgets and apps James might use, and also replace his 3-in-1 smartwatch with a fourth generation iPhone.”

At that, Cillian’s grin was as wide as his face, and he laughed and shook his head as he looked at Y/N, Daniel and Rachel also laughing.

“What exactly are you implying?” he then said to Y/N, in fact knowing exactly what she was teasing him about.

“Nothing,” Y/N replied with an innocent shake of her head. “Just that you’re a bit...technologically out of touch.”

“All because I didn’t know what Wordle was?” he said, fondly recalling when she’d shown it to him and tried to get him to play during their flight to New York.

“You didn’t know what Wordle was?!” Rachel exclaimed then.

Cillian shook his head and rolled his eyes with dismissive amusement.

“I feel absolutely no shame for not having the latest phone or not being aware of some pointless game or social media app or whatever the hell all that shit is,” he said.

Smiling again, Y/N responded to him.

“You’re just mad that you were awful at it,” she said, and she playfully nudged him with her shoulder, which was easy for her to do, as they’d kept their chairs very close all night. Upon her doing so, Cillian leaned in even closer, placing his arm on the back of her chair and lowering his voice slightly.

“You better start being nice to me, or you’re gonna be walking home,” he said to her, a teasingly threatening look on his face. As he got close, he inhaled her divine scent and felt her inviting warmth as she looked back at him.

Breathing Cillian in and feeling the tempting, intimate near-embrace of his arm behind her, Y/N’s heart pounded, his lowered voice and his dangerously sexy expression making her feel weak. But she held her own, shaking her head then and also leaning in, giving him an adorably defiant look as she did.

“You forget that, as an assistant, I have connections,” she said. “I don’t need you for a lift.”

At that, Cillian chuckled, and they both were smiling. But then, for a moment, it shifted to something else as the heat between them immediately grew, each of them darting their eyes to the other’s lips and back again as they remained close.

“Hey, Cillian!” someone could then be heard saying.

Suddenly, they were distracted as Cillian’s manager called to him from across the table about something, and Y/N straightened herself as Cillian shifted and looked over to him. Internally, her heart was still pounding, and she tried to shake herself out of it, the feeling of loss very strong as the moment between her and Cillian was disappointedly broken. Looking down at the table, her eyes wandered to his hand as he rested it near hers, and she was reminded of how they’d yet again held hands while on the carpet this evening. Yes, it had been him trying to put her at ease when they’d first arrived, but it had felt as special yet natural as when it had happened in New York. And just as unspokenly intimate.

It was physically painful for Cillian to force himself to pull back from Y/N after his manager had called to him, and he was only half listening as they shared a brief exchange about something, his mind still on Y/N and the moment prior. But despite the nearly irresistible pull between them, Cillian (regretfully) acknowledged that it was likely for the best — he didn’t want the first time he finally kissed her to be in a room full of other people with eyes on them, least of all when they were also surrounded by photographers. But all night, just as they always did, they’d shared little moments and exchanges, enjoying each other while talking and laughing both between the two of them and with the others. Y/N had let her guard down in a similar way that she had when they’d gone to the bar that night in New York, and that connection between them was yet again silently obvious.

A short while later, when they were all chatting again, the dessert plates were brought out and more champagne was poured as the event began to reach the end. Cillian and Y/N knew that his moment to be acknowledged was coming up soon, and eventually, when the lighting in the large room suddenly changed, the conversation lowered to a murmur and then ceased as someone took the stage. After a moment of realization, Y/N and Cillian both saw that it was in fact Daniel who’d stopped at the microphone, and they both turned to look at where he’d been sitting, his chair now unoccupied. Y/N’s eyes widening, she looked at Rachel, who gave her a smile and a wink. Y/N then looked to Cillian, a bewildered smile of her own on her face as she lifted her hands palms-up and shook her head in indication that she’d had no idea Daniel was going to be the one presenting Cillian’s award.

She’d truly had no clue. At the time the event was first made known to her in her inbox, she’d seen that he and Rachel were Cillian’s tablemates, but the details on presenters hadn’t been decided yet. But the fact that it was happening this way was actually perfect, Y/N thought.

Upon realizing the situation, Cillian shot Rachel a look that said, “I should have known”, but it was a fond reluctance in his expression as he resigned to what was coming, and when he then looked at Y/N again, she giggled excitedly.

“The final person whom we’re here to recognize tonight truly needs no introduction,” Daniel began as he spoke into the microphone, “and the fact that he’s receiving this prestigious award of career achievement is testament to that. Personally, I’ve known this individual for over twenty years, and I have no surprise at the degree of success he’s achieved and the absolutely superb actor he’s proven himself to be. An immeasurable talent, I’m honored to call him a friend, and I think I speak for all of us here tonight when I say that this recognition is far more than deserved. Ladies and gentlemen, Cillian Murphy.”

At the conclusion of Daniel’s intro, the entire room became nearly deafening with the applause that began after Cillian’s name was said. The entire time Daniel had been talking, Y/N had had goosebumps, feeling so thrilled for Cillian. And when his name was announced, she was clapping with excited enthusiasm and the biggest smile on her face as Cillian’s more modest grin was appearing as soon as he had been recognized. Others in the room began to rise from their chairs, and Y/N and their entire table was doing the same, standing up and continuing to clap as Cillian’s expression remained one of humble appreciation. Following suit, Cillian then stood from his own chair and continued to smile, thanking their tablemates and returning their handshakes or sideways hugs as the applause around them continued. He’d saved Y/N for last, and as he met her eyes and he saw the look of excited pride on her face, his own smile became a full-blown one as they looked at each other.

Unable to contain her excitement for him, Y/N continued to enthusiastically clap as she stood up from her chair and proudly watched Cillian while he thanked the others at their table by reciprocating their handshakes or one-armed hugs. When he then lastly turned to her and their eyes met, the smile they shared was soon turning into something more as, without allowing herself to overthink it, Y/N acted on want and natural impulse and took the half-step of distance between them, gently laying her hand on Cillian’s forearm, then leaning forward and pressing her lips to his cheek in a soft congratulatory kiss that was full of affection and pride.

Immediately upon Y/N leaning into him, Cillian’s hands found her waist, and as he felt her lips on his cheek and he had her so close, his grip on her tightened. Her kiss was soft, yet affectionate and lingering, and Cillian found it incredibly difficult to allow her to pull away as she began to do so. When she did, her face was rosy with excitement for him as she once again met his eyes.

“Congratulations,” she said to him, the applause that continued in the room allowing only Cillian to hear it. Returning her smile again, Cillian kept her close for a moment longer before forcing himself to release her, his hands slipping from her waist as he stepped back and then turned to walk through the room and towards the stage.

Her lips still tingling from the kiss she’d been unable to stop herself from giving him, Y/N continued to clap along with the rest of the room as Cillian made his way to the stage and then stopped before the microphone. After accepting the award and giving Daniel and brotherly hug, Cillian turned to face the crowd and was smiling big, waiting for the noise to die down. Once the applause had finally ceased and people had resumed their seats, Cillian then began speaking.

“Wow,” he began with a self-deprecating smile, raising his eyebrows as he looked at the award. A soft ripple of laughter went through the room as he looked up and then continued.

“Uh, well, to say I’m honored, flattered, taken aback, insanely grateful, or any other synonym would not only be inadequate, but also a huge understatement,” he said. “This kind of recognition is something that I never would have expected to receive when I’m already fortunate enough just to be doing something that I love. It’s been an incredibly amazing ride so far, and there are many people here in this room tonight who’ve not only been an inspiration to me, but also mentors and friends. I’ve been blessed with amazing opportunities, relationships, and experiences that have allowed me to get to where I am, and I consider myself an extremely lucky man.”

After that, Cillian continued on for a minute about his gratefulness for the ability to do what he loved, and for the colleagues and connections he had that allowed them to create work that they were proud of. Finally, he reiterated that he felt he was extremely lucky, and then he used that to segue into his conclusion.

“A lot of my luck comes in the form of the people I consistently have around me,” he continued then. “Now, we’re all a bit similar in that we don’t relish in having attention called to us, and so all I’ll say is that there’s a table full of people in this room who I owe a hell of a lot to, and who each deserve an award of their own for what they do for me. You guys know who you are, and I can only offer my sincerest gratitude for having you not only as team members, but as my friends.”

As he spoke, Cillian extended his arm out in gesture towards their table, and when he then paused, the room filled with a brief applause again. Once it had died down, he continued.

“There is one individual, however, who, on a daily basis, is the reason I’ve been able to keep my head above water. Someone who makes everything a hell of a lot more interesting and enjoyable, and who’s been a rock as I navigate through this latest chapter of my career. When it comes to this person, I couldn’t be luckier or more thankful.” He smiled then. “Oh, and neither could Scout.”

Cillian then made it a point to once again look out towards their table, only this time, he did it with even more intention, and despite the bright lights and the other people all around, his and Y/N’s eyes were able to meet across the large room.

“Again,” he said as he looked at her, “you know who you are. And all I can say is that you’re simply amazing.”

The entire time Cillian had been speaking, Y/N had been watching him with a huge smile and her hands clasped together in excitedness for him. She’d thought his first acknowledgement of his team at their table was meant to include her, and so when she heard him saying that there was someone on a daily basis whom he was grateful for (and also how he made the inside reference to Scout), her heart was pounding, and when he then looked at her through the crowd and held her eyes as he spoke, she was almost in disbelief, her cheeks flushing and her heart skipping as it became clear that he was talking about her. And when he said she was amazing as he looked directly at her, she barely registered anything or anyone else around her.

Now, lifting the award slightly in the air and giving a final smile, Cillian finished with a parting thanks.

“Thank you, everyone; I’m truly honored.”

Then he turned and headed off the stage, Daniel walking next to him as the room once again filled with deafening applause.

•.•.•.•.•

As far as after-parties went, it was what they’d all expected: endless mingling and small-talk while moving around the room and being offered countless glasses of champagne and other refreshments. After he’d left the stage and then was finally released into the party, Cillian had been pulled into numerous obligatory conversations, and he was gradually making his way through the room in search of Y/N and everyone else.

He was glad he’d made the decision to keep names out of his acceptance speech (except for Scout’s) as he’d thanked his team. Not only did he know that they all preferred it that way, but especially when it came to Y/N, not specifying exactly who she was or saying any names now allowed him to remain pretty vague if anyone asked him who this special person was whom he had referred to in his speech.

“Just a great member of my team,” he’d reply and then quickly move on through the room or change the subject. Of course, Cillian had decided right off the bat that he absolutely would be acknowledging Y/N in some way, and as he’d met her eyes across the room from the stage, he wasn’t going to refrain from telling her how amazing she was, even if it was only the two of them who’d know exactly who he was talking about. Fortunately, it wasn’t something anyone was focusing on too much, especially since he and Y/N were separated right now and he was working the room solo. Mostly, people were just focused on giving him a general congratulations.

As the after-party had started, Rachel had taken Y/N under her wing and had introduced her to a few people as they enjoyed a glass of champagne. In order to help in keeping Y/N from getting overwhelmed, Rachel had only introduced her to others whom she knew were more low-key, and also who she knew would be satisfied with the basic explanation that Y/N was Cillian’s assistant and wouldn’t pry for more detail than that. Rachel knew that some people who may have caught the kiss Y/N had given Cillian may get a bit too pushy for more info, particularly after his speech, and so she helped her avoid those individuals.

While she was enjoying herself and was immersed in the party, part of Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about what Cillian had said during his speech. Despite how modest she could be, even Y/N acknowledged that he’d been talking about her as their eyes had locked, and although they hadn’t re-connected yet, she felt like something was now going to be different between them. Not to mention that the kiss she’d given him and the way he’d held her in response had also caused something to immediately change. She could just feel it. And her heart kept skipping in nervous giddiness.

Eventually, Y/N had rendezvoused with Gareth and Jayma, and they were discussing the need to soon find Cillian and return to the hotel for his party. After Gareth and Jayma had left to head back to the hotel, Y/N was pulling out her phone and texting Cillian, asking him where he was so that she could go and find him. As she navigated her way through the room based on where he said he was, she was suddenly stopped when a hand reached out and grasped her arm. Upon turning to look at who it was who’d stopped her, Y/N was internally wincing.

Bradley Cooper.

Or “Brad”, as he’d told her to call him.

“Hey there,” he said as his hand still firmly held her arm. “Long time, no see, stranger.”

Ugh. Why did she have to bump into him?

It was two years ago that she’d first met him at some random Hollywood event Krista had attended. After being introduced, Y/N had immediately gotten a less than pleasant vibe from him, Brad repeatedly being anything but discreet about checking her out while bragging about himself nonstop and finding ways to touch or brush against her. And although Y/N had eventually been able to slip away with some fake excuse, that unfortunately hadn’t been their only encounter. They’d crossed paths multiple times since then, and he’d always find a way to approach her and make her uncomfortable, trying to get her to agree to leave with him before Y/N would insist she had to go. She’d even tried to use his ego as a way to deter him one time, insisting that there was no reason a star like him should be interested in her when there were so many other women who were more at his level, but that hadn’t worked. And now, even though it’d been a while since the last time they’d crossed paths, Y/N could immediately sense that nothing about this encounter would be different than any of the others.

“Oh, hi,” she replied, forcing a polite smile onto her face. She knew she shouldn’t be too bluntly rude or burn any bridges by just completely ignoring him, especially when they were standing right next to others.

“I didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he said then as he took a step closer to her. “If I had, I would have had them seat you and Krista at my table.”

“Oh, yeah,” Y/N said, trying to sound breezy. “Well, I don’t actually work for Krista anymore, so that would have been tricky.” She shrugged her shoulder.

“You don’t?” Brad asked, raising his eyebrows. He then gave a smile that had her internally cringing again. “So, you’re up for grabs, then? I guess it’s my lucky day.” He took an even closer step to her as he spoke.

“Oh, well, not exactly,” Y/N said, shaking her head as she tried to back up from him without being obvious, successful at getting him to release her arm. “I, uh, I’ve been with someone else for quite a while now.”

Y/N didn’t miss the way Brad kept glancing down at her chest, and after she spoke, he was quick to respond as he made eye contact with her again.

“Oh yeah? Who?” he asked.

Y/N didn’t want to tell him anything he didn’t need to know.

“Just somebody,” she shrugged again, once more trying to appear breezy as she quickly scanned the room.

“Hmmm. Well, would this mystery person be willing to let you off the hook for the evening?” Brad asked her then and took a step closer to her. “How about we get outta here and continue to catch up?”

As he moved through the room, Cillian was in search of Y/N, her text message telling him that she’d come find him. However, he’d been wanting to slip out of the conversation he’d been in when she’d texted, anyway, and so he decided to excuse himself and meet her halfway. After moving around people in the crowded room, he saw her, the vibrant red of her dress making her fairly easy to spot. But Cillian’s smile upon seeing her was quickly changing to a frown when he stopped in his tracks and registered who she had apparently stopped to talk to.

Bradley Cooper.

Immediately, Cillian felt an intense wave of possessive jealousy run through him as he saw the two of them talking. They were standing much too close to each other for Cillian’s liking, and it was obvious that their encounter was more than two acquaintances saying a quick hello or introduction. Clearly, they knew each other, the way Bradley was looking at Y/N reading something obviously more than just friendly. Cillian had the urge to walk up to them and pull Y/N away, especially when he saw Bradley was grasping her arm to keep her close. When he then noticed the way Bradley’s eyes dropped to Y/N’s chest, Cillian’s blood went from hot to boiling.

Obviously, the fact that she was talking to Bradley at all was enough to make Cillian insanely jealous, but especially because the guy was such a tool.

Upon initially meeting him a few years ago, Cillian hadn’t had a very high opinion of “Brad” (as he told people to call him), getting the impression that he was highly egotistical and, frankly, kinda full of shit. He loved to be the center of attention and would route any conversation to be about him or his work in some way or another, even to the point where he’d sometimes completely change the subject just to be about something he had plenty to say about.

After crossing paths with him a couple more times, Cillian had also soon noticed that Brad was a sleazy womanizer, his eyes roaming without shame on whichever woman (or women) had caught his eye and getting close to them, taking the liberty to touch them, and obviously thinking that his status as a celebrity meant he could behave that way. And unfortunately, most women ate it up.

Brad was also someone who was threatened by anyone who took the spotlight off him, and although he and Cillian had never previously had any bad blood between them or even knew each other very well, Brad had made it a point to aim some subtle, not-so-subtle remarks at or about Cillian when they’d both been in nominated competition for multiple awards. Simply put, Brad was threatened and jealous. And although Cillian never acknowledged any of that or retaliated in any way, he still privately thought the guy was a jackass.

Still looking at him and Y/N now, that dislike immediately increased exponentially. But before he resumed walking, Cillian watched them for a moment longer, and as he did, his jealousy began to mix with protective concern as soon as he looked closer and saw how Y/N was actually reacting to Brad.

Although Brad’s stance and expression was that of someone comfortable and pleased, Y/N’s body language was anything but. She seemed nervous and uneasy, and Cillian could see that she kept darting her eyes around as if looking for an escape as Brad kept a grasp on her arm. While he couldn’t hear what they were saying, it was obvious Y/N was giving Brad short, clipped responses, and when Brad moved even closer to her and took another glance down at her chest, Cillian saw Y/N try to discreetly take a step back and shift to get him to release her arm. Brad obviously wasn’t taking the hint, however, and when Cillian saw him step closer to Y/N once again to close the space she’d just tried to put between them, he was walking towards them again.

“How about we get outta here and continue to catch up?” Cillian heard Brad saying just before he reached them.

“Oh, no, I don’t think—”

“There you are,” Cillian interjected then, cutting off Y/N’s response to Brad as he stopped beside her and she then looked at him. “I thought I’d lost you to the crowd.”

“Uh, no, I just—”

But Cillian interjected again, intentionally cutting Y/N off because he wasn’t really looking for her to reply. He was just looking for a way to interrupt their encounter.

“Brad,” Cillian said as he and Brad then looked at each other and Cillian leaned forward with an outstretched hand, but his demeanor was somewhat cold. “How are you?”

“Cillian. Hey, man!” Brad replied as he shook his hand, a bit thrown and surprised by Cillian’s sudden appearance and interruption. It was also obvious his mental gears were turning as he registered that Y/N and Cillian clearly knew each other. “How’s it going?”

“Grand, thanks,” Cillian replied, his presence suddenly intimidating and his tone still chilly. “I didn’t realize you know my assistant.”

He tilted his head in Y/N’s direction as he said that last part, and after he did, Brad’s eyebrows raised after the second and a half it took him to process what Cillian had said. He then looked from Cillian to Y/N.

“You’re his assistant?” Brad asked her, unable to disguise his surprise.

“Yes,” Y/N nodded, saying nothing more but remaining close to Cillian. She was both glad he’d interrupted her and Brad, and also nervous. The air among them was now tense as the two men conversed.

“Oh,” Brad said then, his eyes now going back and forth between Y/N and Cillian again. “Well, I, uh, I didn’t—"

But Cillian cut in yet again, his chin slightly lifted and his gaze steady as he looked at Brad.

“Where’s your mother tonight?” he asked him, then adding more before Brad could reply. “She’s usually your plus one. Did she already have plans?”

Upon hearing Cillian’s comment, Y/N’s eyes slightly widened, and a short laugh of disbelief nearly escaped her. She could tell by Cillian’s tone that he was mocking Brad, something she didn’t expect to see since he was always so non-confrontational with everyone. But the insinuation was there as Cillian continued to stare at him with intimidating confidence.

“She...uh...she couldn’t make it,” was all Brad could think to say, as he was clearly still so caught off guard.

Cillian made a noise of (fake) disappointment for him.

“Shame,” he said. “Well, maybe next time, yeah?”

Then he turned to Y/N.

“Rachel was looking to say goodbye to you before they head out,” he said to her, and Y/N could see in his eyes that he was offering her a way out of this interaction with Brad. But she wasn’t sure whether he was also upset with her or not. His demeanor was still very stoic.

“Oh, ok,” Y/N replied, nodding. “I better join you, then. I want to thank her.”

Without saying anything more to Brad, Y/N fully turned towards Cillian and made to follow him. Lifting his hand to the small of Y/N’s back, Cillian guided her forward, speaking back over his shoulder as they walked away.

“Have a good night, Brad,” he said with phony consideration.

As they stepped away, Y/N was nervous again. She could still feel the slight tension coming off Cillian as they walked, and she was uneasy from the fact that he’d seen her talking with Brad, because she didn’t want him thinking there was anything going on there. As they moved, she felt the need to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” she said once they were out of earshot. “He stopped me while I was on my way to find you.” She looked at Cillian with a sideways glance.

“You looked uncomfortable,” was all he said back.

“Yeah, he...umm...he always tries to...well, I mean, he’s never really taken a hint well,” she said. “But in this industry, I try to be careful not to burn any bridges.”

Cillian scoffed, unable to stop himself.

“A bridge worth burning, if you ask me,” he replied, the dislike in his voice obvious.

Again, Y/N felt guilty, as if she’d betrayed him or something, and the vibe between them was now tense. But before she could give it anymore thought, they had reached Daniel and Rachel, and Y/N was being pulled into a couple of warm goodbye hugs and being given some friendly parting words from the two of them before they then also said goodbye to Cillian, congratulating him a final time before they left. When she and Cillian were eventually alone again, she could still feel some tension, but she had to move along with the plan of getting him back to the hotel.

“I haven’t seen Gareth or Jayma since being at the table,” Cillian said as he looked at Y/N.

He could see that she seemed somewhat tense, and he worried it was because of how he’d acted when he’d interrupted her with Brad, but, admittedly, it had come from jealousy. Even though it became clear quite quickly that Y/N wasn’t interested in Brad’s attention, it still made Cillian green. But he didn’t want to make her feel even more awkward by bringing it up again. More than anything, he was regretful that the entire situation had now caused a dark cloud over what had been simmering between them all night.

“Oh, Gareth just texted me,” Y/N replied, quickly answering him to avoid an awkward silence. “He completely forgot that he has a client first thing in the morning, so he had to head out, and Jayma apparently rendezvoused with an ex-boyfriend she ran into back by the bathrooms.”

Despite the slight tension, upon hearing that, Cillian laughed, and both of them were smiling.

“Well, do you want another drink?” Cillian then said as he nodded towards one of the bar stations that had been arranged among the large room.

“Oh, no, thanks,” Y/N replied, softly shaking her head and looking a bit regretful. “Actually...” she winced for effect, “I’m not feeling too well.”

Immediately, Cillian’s face changed to one of concern, and he took a step closer to her.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Y/N replied. “I feel kinda dizzy and nauseous. I don’t know if I’m just dehydrated or something, or if I’m getting sick. I just feel kind of off.”

“When did this start?” Cillian asked, still looking very concerned. He felt bad that she’d agreed to come with him if she hadn’t been feeling well.

“Maybe, like, an hour ago?” Y/N guessed, and Cillian felt relieved that at least she hadn’t been suffering all night.

“You should sit down,” he said, and then he guided her towards a chair at one of the nearby tables. After Y/N had sat down, he then took a seat himself and asked her about the car.

“When was the driver planning on being back here?”

“He’ll come whenever I ask him to,” Y/N answered him.

Cillian nodded towards her clutch that she’d set on the table, indicating her phone, which he knew she had inside it.

“Let him know we’re ready to go,” he said without even thinking about it.

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. Although that was what she wanted him to say, she had to at least offer a bit of resistance to seem convincing. “We don’t have to leave. Or, I mean, you don’t have to leave. I can just catch a cab back to the hotel.”

Cillian made a face that said, “don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not gonna send you back on your own,” he said then, shaking his head and still looking concerned. “If you don’t feel well, we’ll leave.”

“But this is your night,” Y/N replied. “Are you sure?”

Cillian just looked at her with a serious expression and then nudged her clutch towards her.

“Call the driver,” was all he said.

Ten minutes later, they were walking out of the venue and back down the red carpet they’d followed inside earlier that evening, except the previous chaos had now given way to the area being mostly deserted. When they reached the curb, the car was already there, the driver standing beside the back passenger door and opening it for them as they stopped and greeted him. Cillian’s hand was on the small of Y/N’s back again as he urged her to get in the car first, and her heart skipped a beat when she felt him so close behind her, his behavior so protective. As soon as they were in the car, he was checking on her again, Y/N having rested her head back on the headrest in an effort to continue to seem convincing.

“Here, drink this,” Cillian said as he grabbed an unopened bottle of water from the cup holder and handed it to her. After she’d sat up straighter and taken a few sips, Y/N gave him a weak smile.

“Are you ok?” he asked her again.

“I think so,” she replied, nodding slowly. “Or, at least, I will be. I’m just sorry I made you leave. You’re supposed to be having a good time tonight.”

“I already did, thanks to you,” Cillian replied without missing a beat, “so don’t apologize again. And don’t throw up in the car,” he added with a smile, and Y/N was smiling back, but she kept it looking slightly weak to remain convincing.

They sat in comfortable silence for the remainder of the brief drive back to the hotel. As they did, Cillian thought about how, if things had unfolded a bit differently, he would be using this quiet moment to reiterate to Y/N what he’d said about her in his speech earlier that night up on the stage. He’d been hoping they’d have a chance for that moment, but he wasn’t going to do it now that she was in the state she was in.

When they reached the hotel garage, the staff had once again made sure the area was temporarily clear of anyone else, and Cillian and Y/N got out of the car and walked over to the elevators, Cillian keeping a protective closeness to her once more. Just as they were about to get on the elevator, Y/N suddenly spoke.

“Oh, shoot!” she said, “I just realized I left my laptop in your room earlier. I set it down when one of the bellhops came in.”

She hadn’t really left it there, of course, but she needed an excuse to go back to Cillian’s room with him.

Nodding, Cillian punched the button for his floor.

“We can grab it,” he said.

After reaching Cillian’s floor and getting off the elevator, Y/N’s heart was beating in excitement as they neared Cillian’s room. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when they opened the door.

“You better not be planning on doing any work tonight, though,” he said to her in regards to retrieving her laptop. “You should just get some rest.”

Y/N nodded her head as they stopped at Cillian’s door and he pulled out his key card.

“Don’t worry; I will,” she said, trying to contain her smile.

With the beep of the key card at the lock, Cillian was turning the door handle, and as soon as he’d pushed the door open far enough to step into the large room, the silence was broken as dozens of voices were suddenly calling out and whooping, and hands were clapping in celebration for him.

Completely shocked, it took Cillian a moment to process what was happening as he took a step into the suite. As he looked around and saw all the familiar faces of friends, everyone still cheering for him and clearly ready to celebrate, he slowly realized what had been done, and when he didn’t move, he felt Y/N grab his arms from behind and give him an encouraging little push forward. When she then followed behind him and he felt her squeeze his arms, he was slowly turning around to look at her, and the expression on her face was one of pure, pleased excitement.

“Surprise,” she said to him with the most adorable smile, releasing his arms and clasping her hands in front of her chest in giddiness as he looked at her. Still in disbelief, Cillian’s expression of shock slowly turned to a wide grin as he realized her little illness had been an act, and as they continued to look at each other and Y/N saw his smile, she giggled.

“You sneaky little...” Cillian said as he smiled, only Y/N being able to hear him as everyone else was still making noise. She giggled again, and she then raised her palms and shrugged as she looked at him.

“I had nothing to do with this,” she lied unconvincingly, knowing he’d know she was behind the whole thing. “I’m as shocked as you.”

“You are in so much trouble,” he said to her, still smiling, at which she just giggled again and nodded towards everyone.

“It’ll have to wait until later,” she said. “It’s rude to ignore your party guests.”

Shaking his head and smiling once more, Cillian turned towards everyone, and with another nudge from Y/N, he was then moving further into the room and greeting people as they reached out and shook his hand, hugged him, or a combination of the two as he made his way through the room. The entire party had clearly been planned, with food, drink, and music, and Cillian shook his head to himself in disbelief once more that Y/N had plotted all this.

After encouraging Cillian to be absorbed into the party, Y/N made her own way through the room to rendezvous with Gareth and Jayma and relishing the success of their plan. They spent a few minutes chatting before Y/N was pulled into other conversations with people, and the suite seemed to be nearly bursting at the seams as the party got into full swing.

All throughout the night, Cillian and Y/N’s eyes repeatedly would meet across the room, and they’d look at each other for a moment with a smile and that silent something between them. Each time it happened, each of them was thinking how badly they wanted to go to the other, and when Y/N had given Cillian another smile and a little bite of her lip when he winked at her, Kat, who’d been talking with Y/N and caught that particular moment, was smiling knowingly.

“So, from what Gareth and Jayma told me, you and Cillian were certainly enjoying each other’s company tonight,” she said as Y/N turned back to her. “How was it?”

Too pleased and in the moment to deny anything, Y/N was replying to Kat, but instead of brushing off everything or downplaying it as she usually would, Y/N was confiding in her about the evening.

“It was amazing,” she said quietly with a smile. “Just being there with him felt so good, and we just had the best time. I was so nervous at first and everything, but then it was just so easy and we were just...ourselves. And...” Y/N paused for a moment and blushed before she continued. “The way it was between us was just...” She looked at Kat. “We got so close. The way he was looking at me, Kat...”

“Like he’s been looking at you all night?”

Y/N blushed and pursed her lips, but her smile was still breaking through, and when she and Cillian’s eyes met again, Kat saw exactly what Y/N was talking about (not that she hadn’t seen it all along). But her next words caused Y/N’s stomach to suddenly drop.

“It’s so obvious, even in the photos,” Kat said. “You two are so smitten with each other.”

“Photos?” Y/N asked, furrowing her brow. “What photos?”

Kat looked at her in slight surprise that she didn’t know.

“The photos of you two as you arrived at the event tonight,” she elaborated.

“What?!” Y/N said then. “There’re photos out already?!”

“Yeah,” Kat nodded in confirmation. “I mean, your photos aren’t the only ones, but you two definitely were the main event.”

“Oh my God,” Y/N said, her heart beginning to pound in panic. “Where did you see this?”

“Online,” Kat shrugged. “I just opened my browser app on my phone and tonight’s event is a main highlight on the search engine’s homepage.”

Her heart racing even more, Y/N waved her hand in indication for Kat to show her, at which Kat was pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Let me see,” Y/N said, her expression one of urgent panic.

Opening the browser app and leaning in to show her, Kat scrolled with her thumb through numerous photos of the event arrivals that night, and a good portion of them were shots of Y/N and Cillian at various points on the red carpet. The photos showed them standing close, holding hands, smiling affectionately at each other, and they each had a caption underneath with speculations as to exactly what the relationship was between she and Cillian.

“Oh my God,” Y/N said again as she shook her head upon looking through the photos.

“Well, what did you expect?” Kat asked her, not unkindly, but a bit surprised that it hadn’t dawned on Y/N that this would happen. “I mean, what did you think was going to happen? You were with the man who was the guest of honor tonight.”

“I didn’t think it would call this much attention,” Y/N said, slightly panicky. “In fact, I tried to avoid being in any photos as much as possible. And it was supposed to be ‘limited publicity.’”

“Not that limited, apparently,” Kat replied. “Especially with you two being so affectionate. You know the photographers eat that stuff up.”

“Oh, God,” Y/N said again, her heart still pounding.

“Is it really so awful?” Kat asked.

“Yes, because do you realize the field day this is going to cause in the media?” Y/N could already imagine the countless emails, calls, and requests she was going to get asking for more information about the status between herself and Cillian, and all the romantic speculation that was going to unfold. This was exactly the kind of publicity bombardment that she’d hoped to avoid, and she could feel herself still spiraling into a panic of how to address this.

“Is that really so bad?” Kat asked again. “I mean, you were just telling me how you and him were finally on the verge of getting to that point, anyway.”

“I can’t deal with the kind of questions and attention this is gonna produce. I didn’t think this was gonna happen.”

“Whether you two finally got together now or later, this would eventually be something that would happen either way,” Kat replied. “You know that.”

But Y/N shook her head, ignoring that rationale and feeling completely overwhelmed. She didn’t think tonight was going to be as publicized as it apparently already was, and she didn’t know how she was going to deal with it in the morning. She and Cillian hadn’t even gotten to that point yet, and they were already being examined. She wasn’t ready for this.

But as she looked around the room and saw Cillian, she decided she was certainly ready for alcohol.

“I need a drink,” she said, not even to Kat, but just to the air.

Y/N then turned and walked to the makeshift bar that had been set up at one end of the room, and she grabbed the closest bottle of booze and poured a hefty serving into the random glass that she’d grabbed. Without thinking, she quickly tossed it back in one gulp, and after she’d done so, she was gripping the edge of the bar and wincing as the disgusting liquid burned down her throat.

“Whoa! Easy!” Kat said as she came up beside her and grabbed the bottle out of her hand. “Would you relax? It’s really not that big a deal.”

“Yes, it is!” Y/N said as she tried to take the bottle back from Kat. “He and I aren’t even at that point.”

“Yet,” Kat countered.

“This is so awkward. How are we supposed to address this publicly when he and I haven’t even addressed it with each other? And who’s to say that was ever even going to happen?”

“Oh, come on!” said Kat. “Thirty seconds ago, you were saying just how close you guys were getting to that point. Now you’re gonna start denying it all again?”

“How am I supposed to handle this?” Y/N repeated, not acknowledging Kate’s words. She then reached to the bar and grabbed a glass of pre-poured champagne from a tray that was sitting off to the side, once again quickly downing it.

“You’re not going to be able to handle it at all if you’ve got a killer hangover,” Kat said, and she tried to stop Y/N from reaching for another drink. “Just calm down.”

“I shouldn’t have gone tonight,” Y/N said, but she felt so torn, seeing as it had been so wonderful being with Cillian.

“You’re overreacting,” Kat replied.

But just as she said that, the music in the room suddenly changed from whatever had been playing in the background to the song Killer Queen, and as she realized it, Y/N looked around the room only to see Gareth standing at the side table with the wireless speaker and his phone. He’d intentionally changed the music to Queen as a mischievous reminder of the night in New York and Cillian and Y/N at the bar, but rather than find the humor in what Gareth was trying to cook up, Y/N felt her pulse rise again, and when she then looked over to Cillian and met his eyes once more, she felt nerves instead of thrill when he gave her a private smile.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Kat said, knowing that Gareth had unknowingly chosen the worst moment to tease Y/N. When she turned back around, Y/N had already downed another shot of something.

“Ok, listen, you need to stop,” Kat said, taking the shot glass out of Y/N’s hand and grabbing her arms, pulling her a few steps away from the bar. “You’re overreacting and freaking out when there’s no need.”

But seeing as Y/N was such a lightweight, the generous amount of alcohol she’d already consumed during the party prior to now was already being amplified by her sudden random panic cocktail of everything she’d just downed, doing a job of relaxing her and making her woozy.

“I’m not overreacting,” she replied to Kat, the words coming out but almost feeling funny on her tongue. “I’m the opposite of overreacting. I’m...acting. Or reacting. Or underreacting.” Then she gave a tipsy little giggle. “Underreacting. Is that even a word?”

Kat was about to respond, but her phone then dinged and she paused to pull it out of her pocket, one of her hands still holding Y/N’s arm.

“Dammit, Melanie needs me for something,” Kat said as she was looking down at her phone, then she continued. “I’ve gotta step out and call her.”

“It’s cool. Go.” Y/N said, again suddenly very calm.

Kat pulled her over to a nearby chair and made her sit down, handing her a glass of water she’d grabbed from the bar.

“Drink this and just stay here; I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Kat then eyed the bar quickly before looking at Y/N again. “Don’t have any more to drink,” she said sternly.

“Ok, Mom,” Y/N replied, and Kat was reluctant to leave her, but she stepped away after a final warning to Y/N not to drink anything else but the water she’d given her.

For a few minutes, Y/N remained in the chair, her mind slightly fuzzy and her emotions now dancing back and forth between worry and not giving a shit as the alcohol worked her system.

This could be so awkward.

Why? We both want this, right?

But we’ll be under the microscope.

So what?

People will say I’ve been sleeping with him all along.

No, they won’t.

They’ll say I’m just looking for my 15 minutes of fame.

Nuh-uh.

They’re going to judge me at every turn.

So what?

Each thought ran through Y/N’s mind, each countering the one prior, and she felt at war with herself. But upon lifting her head and looking across the room once more at Cillian, who was engaged in conversation with a few friends, her heart fluttered, and she suddenly decided that everyone else could go to hell. If they wanted to be together, they should be. Who cared what people would say? They shouldn’t have to ignore what was happening between them just because it might bring some negative attention.

And it was with that thought that Y/N was rising out of the chair and stepping to the bar again, taking another shot out of spite for all the hypothetical grief she imagined people were going to give her, for the overwhelming hounding and invasion of privacy for her and Cillian that she knew would come with this territory, and for every single way in which she knew she was going to be judged and criticized.

When she downed the shot, she didn’t even feel the burning in her throat anymore, and she was preparing to take yet another one when Darcy, the spouse of one of Cillian’s friends, who herself was known for always getting a little too overserved, approached Y/N and encouraged her to pour one for her as well.

Soon caught up in a slightly drunken and rambling conversation with Darcy, Y/N had now forgotten why she had even originally been upset, and she and Darcy were soon making their way over to Darcy’s husband and Cillian, who was sitting in one of the tall chairs that had been set up along with the high-top tables throughout the room. The party had cleared out significantly by now, and as they made their way across the room, Y/N’s eyes locked with Cillian’s again, and she was suddenly bolstered with confidence, especially as she realized that the song that was currently playing was one of her absolute favorites.

Cillian was in the middle of a conversation with his friend Nick and another friend at one of the high-top tables when he caught movement in his peripheral. When he looked over, he saw Y/N heading towards him with Darcy, and he immediately smiled. The two of them hadn’t yet had a chance to re-connect since the party had begun, and he was happy to see she was coming over to him. But as they got closer, Cillian could tell something was off, and he quickly realized that Y/N wasn’t her usual self. She clearly had had one too many drinks, and she and Darcy were now dramatically singing along to the song that was playing as they walked up to them.

“It’s been so alone without you here. Like a bird without a song.”

Just as she had when they’d been at the bar in New York, Y/N was making little gestures and getting animatedly into the music as the song played, except this time, she’d clearly lost even more of her filter due to the alcohol. But despite being slightly concerned about how much she’d had to drink, Cillian couldn’t help but also be amused by her adorable drunkenness, and he smiled and exhaled a laugh as she looked at him and kept singing.

“Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling. Tell me, baby, where did I go wrong?”

As she walked up to Cillian, Y/N turned her palms upward in question, mimicking the song’s lyrics as she sang along dramatically. But when she reached him, she didn’t stop until she was right in front of him, standing between his spread legs, his feet resting on the rung of the chair in which he was sitting. As she stood there and her hips brushed against his thighs, she continued.

“I could put my arms around every boy I see, but they’d only remind me of you.”

Y/N lifted her arms and wrapped them around Cillian’s neck, then moved even closer to him. Staying close with her forearms resting on his shoulders, she held Cillian’s eyes with a dramatic gaze and tilt of her head as she sang the words to him. As she did, she moved her hands up, slipping them to the back of his head and sensually flexing her fingers against his scalp as she carded through his hair and pressed herself into him.

Of course, he was pretty surprised, but as soon as Y/N was close in front of him, Cillian was responding, and when she then reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, Cillian’s hands immediately lifted to her hips as he looked back at her. When he then soon felt her stroking her fingers through his hair with sensual affection, he was wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close, Y/N pressing herself into him even more. In that moment, Cillian didn’t care if she was only behaving this uninhibitedly because she was a bit drunk; he was going to seize it. Of course, he'd never take advantage of her, but he was going to welcome anything affectionate like this that she was offering him. And it felt so good.

They were still looking at each other and pressed close together when the next line of the song began.

“I went to the doctor and guess what he told me?”

But in true inebriated fashion, Y/N was quickly shifting gears again as she dropped her arms from Cillian and spun around in his embrace, turning to face Darcy as they animatedly sang the next line to each other, each of the women wagging their fingers to mimic giving orders.

“He said, ‘Girl you better try to have fun no matter what you do! But he’s a fool.”

They then had a brief giggle fit before Y/N, with Cillian’s arms still around her waist, remained facing forward but leaned back into him again, going quiet as she rested her back against his chest and lifted an arm up behind her to affectionately wrap around his neck again. Briefly, she laid her head back on his shoulder as she continued to sway along to the music, and Cillian was then moving his mouth to her temple, speaking softly to her as she was against him.

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked her, but he continued to hold her. Again, despite that this affection was likely only coming from Y/N so forthcomingly because she’d been drinking, Cillian wasn’t going to pass it up.

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed as she softly nodded and lightly swayed in his arms to the music. Her arm was still lifted with her hand around the back of Cillian’s neck, and she turned her face into his as she continued and stroked his nape. “I just wanted to be by you.”

Cillian couldn’t deny the pleasure he got in hearing her say that, or the arousal it made him feel as she hummed softly and kept herself pressed against him.

If only this was happening without the aid of alcohol. With how the night had gone, he’d planned to linger with Y/N after the party wrapped up, just the two of them, and finally address what was between them, hopefully being able to move their relationship beyond what it currently was by the end of that conversation. But now, obviously, that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” he asked her then.

“I dunno,” Y/N replied, dropping her hand from his neck but staying close as she shrugged her shoulder. “Who cares? I just wanted to be with you.” Then she turned her face into him again and spoke softly, her lips grazing against his neck. “I always wanna be with you. Don’t you know that?”

At that, Cillian had to stifle a groan. God, this woman wasn’t only the sweetest, most amazing thing ever, but she also drove him wild, even when she was drunk.

“I do now,” he said back to her, and Y/N nuzzled his neck again before turning forward and swaying to the music once more, laying her hands atop Cillian’s arms as they remained wrapped around her waist. For several minutes, they stayed like that in contented silence as they watched the others at the table conversing. With the party now down to just the last handful of guests, Cillian wasn’t concerned about what anyone might think about this sudden display of affection between himself and Y/N. Everyone else was either as equally tipsy as she was, or was already tuned in enough to the vibe between the two of them that they paid no mind to it, and Cillian knew none of them would say anything.

After the song had ended, Cillian and Y/N were still close when someone brought over a tray of shots that they’d poured in an effort to clean out the bar area before the party ended. Eagerly, Y/N leaned forward, and she’d grabbed a shot and downed it before Cillian could stop her.

“Hey,” he said as he tried to keep her from taking another one, and he gently but firmly grabbed her wrist. “I don’t think you should have any more.”

But instead of stopping, Y/N just reached out with her other hand and took another glass. She hastily drank it and then looked at Cillian with a triumphant little smile.

“Don’t be such a party pooper,” she replied.

And then that was the last semi-sober thing she said.

After that, rather than being soft and docile, Y/N became a wild, giggly drunk. She was soon extracting herself from Cillian’s arms as she moved over to the table with the speaker and tried to change the music again, and when she then turned around too fast and carelessly, she bumped into another table and knocked several glasses over and onto the floor. Looking down at what she’d just done, Y/N simply stared for a moment before giggling and then clumsily kneeling down on the floor to try and clean up the broken glass.

“Y/N!” Cillian was up out of his chair as he saw what she was doing, and he quickly moved over to her and bent down to grasp her arm. “Hey, stop that. Just leave it, yeah? You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Oh, shush!” she said to him as she tried to shake off his arm. “I’m fine. Fine, fine, fiiiiine.” She was using a sing-songy voice as she kept insisting and shaking her head.

“No, you’re not. Come on.” And Cillian pulled her to her feet, upon which she leaned forward into him, which he wasn’t expecting. Holding her, Cillian stepped back a few paces until he’d steadied himself.

“I wanna go to bed,” Y/N said suddenly as Cillian held her, and then she was lifting her arms to wrap around his neck once again. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yep, as soon as we find your room key, we’re putting you to bed,” Cillian replied.

“No!” Y/N shot back, hugging herself tighter against him as she shook her head. “I mean me and you. I wanna go to bed with you, Cill.”

At any other time, he would have loved to hear that from her, but in this state, Cillian was just trying to get her away from any more trouble she might get into. He pulled her arms down from his neck and held her around her waist instead as he spoke again.

“Where’s your purse, hm? Where’s your room key?”

“No, I’m not going back to my room. I wanna stay here!” she sounded like a kid demanding a candy bar, and despite that she was causing this trouble, Cillian couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he heard her.

“Are you laughing at me?” Y/N then said in pouty defensiveness.

“Yes, I am. Now where’s your purse?” Cillian asked again.

“I’m not telling you,” she replied.

“Y/N...”

“Why don’t you wanna go to bed with me?”

“Y/N...” Cillian said again. He’d managed to move her over to a chair, but instead of letting him gently push her down into it, she kept insisting.

“Why? Tell me,” she demanded again as she was still standing.

Finally, in this odd situation of needing to appease her to get her to cooperate, but also deciding it was the chance to be able to say something back, Cillian replied.

“I do want to,” he said. “But not tonight.”

“Whyyyy?” Y/N whined.

“Because you’re drunk, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she shook her head.

“Yes, you are, and you’re not even gonna remember any of this in the morning.”

“Ugh, whatever,” she said, and she tried to get Cillian to release her, but she stumbled backwards and awkwardly plopped down into the chair behind her. Cillian was just about to try to get her to move again when Kat suddenly reappeared and was coming up beside him, groaning in frustration as soon as she saw that Y/N had gotten herself this drunk.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said to Cillian. “I had to step out and handle something for Melanie. I told her not to drink anymore. I think this is only the second time in her life she’s ever been drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” Y/N interjected then.

“It’s alright, really,” Cillian replied to Kat. “I’m just trying to figure out where she left her purse so we can get her room key.”

“I’m not going back to my room,” Y/N said then. “I’m staying here.”

“Y/N...” Kat then said.

“I’m not leaving, and you can’t make me!”

Cillian and Kat looked at each other.

“I don’t think this is gonna go well,” said Kat under her breath.

“You can just stay here with her,” Cillian replied then with his voice also lowered. “I’ll spend the night in her room. We just have to find her purse so we can get the key card.”

“Are you sure?” Kat asked him.

“Yeah,” Cillian nodded. “Really, it’s ok.”

Kat turned back to Y/N then.

“Y/N, where’s your purse?”

“I’m not telling you, because I’m not leaving,” Y/N replied. Then she rose on wobbly feet and pressed herself into Cillian once more. “We’re going to bed.”

“Yep, that’s right,” Cillian nodded as he held her, agreeing in order to appease her. “We’re going to bed now.”

He then turned to Kat and quickly spoke under his breath once more.

“Just go and find her purse,” he said, then he jerked his head towards the bedroom. “I’ll get her in bed.”

Nodding, Kat turned to search the large room for Y/N’s bag as Cillian moved Y/N towards the bedroom. Once he’d gotten her in there, he momentarily released her in order to turn back around and close the door. When he faced her again, he saw she’d seated herself on the edge of the bed and was looking at him expectantly.

“I’m not drunk, you know,” she said to him.

“I know,” Cillian said, once again just to appease her. “But it’s time for you to get some sleep.”

“I wanna sleep with you,” Y/N said in response.

“Not tonight,” Cillian said with a shake of his head.

“Why not?” Y/N asked him again, at which Cillian huffed out a breath.

“Would you just come here for a second?” Y/N asked him then, and she motioned for him to come closer to her.

“Why?” Cillian asked.

“Because I have to tell you a secret,” she replied.

At that, Cillian was trying not to smile again.

“What secret?” he asked.

“You have to come here, and then I’ll tell you.”

Hesitating for a moment, Cillian remained where he was. But then when Y/N gave him an adorably pouty face and stuck out her lower lip, he was amusedly rolling his eyes and shaking his head before he moved across the room and stopped in front of her at the edge of the bed.

“What?” he asked her.

For just a moment, Y/N continued to look up at him, but then she suddenly reached out and grabbed his arms, pulling him forward and down on top of herself, Cillian quickly bracing his arms on the bed on either side of Y/N’s head as he nearly fell on top of her. She then wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him there.

“Y/N...” he started.

“Shh, just listen to me,” she said, and Cillian stopped moving as he hovered over her, looking into her eyes, which were suddenly very serious. Y/N then released one of her arms from his waist and lifted her hand up, resting it on his shoulder instead.

“I like you,” she said, and she then lifted a finger to his face and traced it over his cheek. “I like you a lot.”

Staying close over her as he looked down into her eyes, Cillian replied.

“You do, huh?”

Y/N nodded fervently.

“Yes,” she answered, now lowering her finger from Cillian’s face and softly running it over his neck along his collar. “You are so nice, and funny, and sweet, and cool, and sexy, and I like you a lot. Like...a lot.”

Unable to stop himself from smiling, Cillian replied.

“Is that your secret?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded, looking up at him. “Do you like me?”

Again, knowing that Y/N wasn’t going to remember any of this in the morning, Cillian decided to answer her honestly.

“Of course I do,” he said. “How can you not know that by now?”

“Why do you like me?” she asked him then, her glassy eyes searching his.

Looking back at her, it was now Cillian who lifted his arm as he moved one of his hands from resting on the bed to bring it to Y/N’s forehead, gently brushing aside a piece of her hair that was almost falling in her eyes.

“Because,” Cillian replied softly, “you are the sweetest, cleverest, humblest, wittiest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and I love being around you.”

“Really?” Y/N asked then, and Cillian nodded.

For a moment, Y/N just looked at him, and then she bit her lip and traced her finger down Cillian’s chest, slowly running it down the buttons of his shirt.

“You wanna know another secret?” she said then, and Cillian couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“What?” he said.

“I think about us. You and me. Kissing. Having sex. I want you to touch me everywhere, and I want you to spank me. And I wanna touch you, too. All over.”

At her drunkenly blunt confessions, Cillian was groaning in strained arousal.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, and he could feel his cock stiffening as he hovered between her legs.

“Will you kiss me right now?” she asked him then.

But despite the insane desire Cillian felt to ignore everything else in that moment, he knew he couldn’t. Not when she was drunk. Not when she had absolutely no idea what she was even admitting to him right now, and not when she’d have no memory of it in the morning.

“I think you should get some sleep,” he forced himself to reply, and he began to push himself off the bed, pulling away from her. As he stood up, Y/N looked after him before sitting up herself and tilting her head.

“But...” she began.

But just then, Kat knocked on the other side of the door before then immediately entering the room, not waiting for a reply to enter. As she looked at Cillian, she lifted Y/N’s clutch up in the air in a show that she’d found it.

“She left it in the front bathroom,” she said as Cillian raised his eyebrows, and he then casually nodded back to her.

“Just stay with her here,” he repeated from before. “I’ll stay in her room and then we’ll sort everything else out in the morning.”

Kat nodded.

As Cillian began to move then, Y/N lifted her head.

“Where are you going?” she asked him.

“I’ll be right back,” Cillian lied, knowing she wouldn’t cooperate if he was honest. “I have to talk to Gareth about something.”

“Tell him this hairspray he used on me stinks,” Y/N said then, apparently now completely forgetting the things she’d been saying just moments before.

Unable to keep from laughing, Cillian then turned and stepped over to his suitcase that was on the luggage rack next to the wall. Reaching inside it, he pulled out a brown sweater of his and then handed it to Kat.

“Here,” he said as he extended his arm. “In case she wants to change.”

Nodding once again, Kat thanked him, then moved to help Y/N, who was now struggling to get the headband she’d been wearing untangled from her hair.

Quietly, Cillian slipped out of the room, but not before he heard Y/N speak a final time.

“That sweater is so ugly.”

Chuckling, Cillian smiled to himself and shook his head, quietly closing the door behind him and then heading out to spend the rest of the night in the wrong room.

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Hi Lauren! I’m here with a gif (the first of many if it’s allowed 👀):

Let’s pretend it’s not Tatiana….who’s Tommy chasing around the house?? And why??? 👀👀

K, thank you for this request. Rather than a drabble, this somehow turned into a one shot. Regardless, I hope you enjoy! 🫶

P.S. Yes, more requests are welcome. 🤗

It Can Wait

One shot: Tommy Shelby x Female Reader

Warnings: No actual smut, but sexually suggestive material. 18+ readers only.

•.•.•.•.•.•

You’d been in the middle of undressing each other, preparing for bed when he’d gotten the phone call.

Beyond irritated not only that the call had come so late, but that he’d taken it, you were now tempted to throw your pillow across the room at Tommy as he sat at the bedroom desk and was writing something down, the call now having gone on for nearly an hour.

The two of you had been like ships passing in the night over the last week and a half, work and business and other commitments keeping you apart. To your pleasant surprise, upon arriving home that evening and the two of you finally connecting, Tommy had promised a night of no interruptions, and for a while, it looked like his promise was going to be kept.

As the bedroom door closed behind the two of you, his hands were eagerly on your hips as he’d guided you towards the bed. Busying your own hands, you’d grasped his shirt and lifted it over his head, but before anything could continue, the phone had rang, and even Tommy’s growing erection hadn’t been enough to distract him when he heard it.

He was waiting on some information he’d assigned one of his connections to obtain, and as the phone rang again, he’d uttered a pathetic excuse for an apology to you as he’d quickly explained it was information he needed as soon as possible. Despite your counterpoint that there was nothing that he’d immediately be doing with any information at nearly midnight, he’d still taken the call, talking with his connection about likely visits from some less than desirable “friends” over the next few days.

Now, finally, his tone and words indicated he was wrapping things up, and as he did so, you rose from the bed and walked over to him at the desk. Watching as he scribbled the last of what appeared to be names, locations, and dates on a list, you then gave him a look of pointed irritation as he finally met your eyes while speaking into the phone, noticing as you tilted your head and placed a hand on your hip. After a last parting word, he finally ended the call, and after looking down briefly to hang up the phone, he met your eyes once more.

“It couldn’t wait,” he said simply, in reference to the call.

“At midnight? I think it could have,” you replied.

“I need to make another call,” Tommy said, ignoring your irritated response and picking up the phone again as he looked down at the paper he’d been writing on.

“What?! Tommy, it’s nearly 1 a.m.! It can wait until tomorrow,” you said in exasperation, but he didn’t acknowledge you, too distracted as he continued to look down.

Narrowing your eyes and releasing a short scoff, you then decided he was done, and you lowered your hand to the desk and quickly snatched the piece of paper away.

“You’re done, Thomas. It can wait until tomorrow.”

Shaken out of the distraction as you snatched the small piece of paper, Tommy looked up at you, his expression serious.

“Gimme that paper, love; it’s important.”

“More important than your wife?” you asked.

“Yes, actually, because the information on that paper is what’s going to keep my wife safe,” he replied as he looked at you and pointed to the paper. “Or did you not get the gist of that phone call just now?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I highly doubt I’m in any danger between now and sunrise, so you can have it back then,” you replied.

“No, love, I need it now. Give it to me.”

Tommy reached out, but you denied his attempt with a step backwards, the paper still in your hand.

“No more calls,” you said.

“Gimme the paper, Y/N.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Rising from his chair, Tommy stepped out from behind the desk.

“Yes,” he said again, keeping his eyes on you as he took a step towards you.

“No,” you repeated, backing away as he stepped forward, keeping the paper well out of his reach.

“I’m not joking, love. Give it to me.”

The two of you were still moving, and he followed your path as he countered each one of your steps backwards with a forward step of his own. You’d made it halfway across the bedroom as you two had gone back and forth.

“I’m not joking, either, Tommy,” you replied, taking another step backward. “It can wait. I’m not in any danger that’s going to occur before breakfast.”

At that, Tommy gave you a look that was a combination of irritation and amusement, mixed with something else.

“If you don’t give me that paper, you will be,” he said.

Trying not to smile at that, you looked at the paper in your hand and pretended to be weighing your options, then you looked back at Tommy, your eyes suddenly sparkling.

“Oh, is that so?” you said, your voice playfully taunting.

“Yes,” replied Tommy, his gaze slowly changing as the mood between the two of you suddenly shifted. You were just provoking him now.

“Well, now perhaps that’s a warning I should take seriously,” you said, pretending to weigh your options again. “Forget any of the names on this list; I’ve heard rumors that you’re the most dangerous man in England,” you teased with a seductive smile, knowing full well that your husband’s reputation was more than warranted.

An amused yet predatory look was in Tommy’s eyes now, and as you reached the entrance to your bedroom and your back hit the closed door, he gave you a devilish smirk as he closed the remaining space between you, thinking that the simple wooden panel would be enough to stop you at this point.

“Oh, I am, love,” he replied, his voice even deeper than usual. “I am.”

Reaching behind you for the door handle, you discreetly grabbed the knob and quietly turned it as you lifted your other hand in the air, still holding the piece of paper and now dangling it tormentingly above your head. Then looking from the paper to Tommy’s eyes, you waved the list once with a flick of your wrist, mischievously holding his gaze as you did so.

“Prove it,” you said.

And then you were off.

Wrenching open the door, you bolted from your bedroom, turning and darting down the hallway, the paper still clutched in your hand.

Along with sensing Tommy behind you, you could feel the warmth from the fireplace in your bedroom quickly fade as you made it further down the hall, your thin silk nightgown the only barrier between your skin and the chilly air of the rest of the darkened house. The other fires throughout the rooms now barely even glowed with embers, and you felt the fabric of your nightgown float across your skin as you picked up your pace. As you looked over your shoulder and saw Tommy running hot on your tail as you ran past room after room, you made a split second decision to suddenly make a hard right turn, and rather than continue straight, you bounded down the wide staircase.

It was enough of a sudden change in direction to slow Tommy down for the briefest moment, and you gained the slightest bit more lead on him as you hurriedly descended the steps. But when you looked over your shoulder again to see how far behind you he was, you stumbled slightly, and you let out a short shriek in both surprise at your misstep and the giddy concern of Tommy possibly catching you.

You recovered just in time, however, Tommy narrowly missing a grasp on your wrist as you regained your footing and darted away again. You shrieked once more and giggled loudly as you felt his fingertips graze your skin from behind you as he ran down the stairs after you.

Jumping to skip the last two steps, you recovered from your landing quickly and were now on the main floor. With no more stairs to navigate, you took off quickly again down the long main hallway, hearing Tommy’s heavier landing on the floor after he also skipped the final few steps to try and catch up to you. You could then hear the pounding of his bare feet against the wooden floor as he chased you, and as your own feet now met carpet as you rounded the corner and passed through the large front room, the sounds of running footsteps were soon replaced with only the sound of your heavy breathing as you ran across the carpet.

Not looking back, and seizing the benefit of quieter steps, you slid between the front room’s large bookcase and the wall after turning the sharp corner in which it was nestled. Expecting Tommy to assume you had run right through the room and into the parlor, you quietly remained in your place, trying to stifle your panting as you waited for him to run into and then through the room, searching for you in the parlor beyond. But when several moments passed and he hadn’t rushed by, you began to wonder where he’d gone, and you cautiously stepped out from alongside the bookcase.

Stepping quietly on the balls of your feet, you looked around the room before then quickly looking back over your shoulder, but Tommy was nowhere to be seen. Tiptoeing across the carpet and into the parlor, you carefully scooted past the coffee table, hoping to hear an accidental noise from Tommy that would give away where he was. But as you paused to listen and then heard nothing, you were turning around to look behind you once more, and that’s when you felt the abrupt squeeze of his arms around your waist and the sudden warmth of his bare chest against your back.

“Aaaah!” you screamed in a high pitch of surprise as Tommy grabbed you and yanked you back against him. As you were pulled tighter against his chest, you could feel the rumble of his laugh at your reaction, and as you wriggled around in his arms, you realized somewhere in the back of your mind that he must have cut through the kitchen when you’d gotten ahead of him at the entrance to the front room, then was waiting to cut you off once you’d reached him at his shortcut to the parlor.

Still wriggling in his arms as you two stumbled across the carpet, you could feel and hear Tommy laugh again as you violently shook yourself against him but couldn’t escape his grasp. When rather than releasing you, he just squeezed you tighter and then roughly tickled your ribs, you were giggling loudly and shrieking again as you grabbed his hands and tried to pry them from your body.

“To— Tommy…” you could barely get his name out as he tickled you again and was then jostling you in his arms. “Aaah! Tommy… no!” You shrieked once more. “Stop!”

Intentionally loosening his grip on you slightly, Tommy allowed you to put enough distance between the two of you for him to roughly smack your ass. When he did, you shrieked and giggled yet again, the thin fabric of your nightgown providing next to no protection from his palm. But when you then attempted to dart away again, Tommy grabbed you once more, successful this time at capturing your wrist and pulling you fully back into his arms, holding your back tightly against his front and hovering his mouth near your temple as he spoke lowly in your ear.

“Ah, ah, I’m afraid the chase is over, love,” he said as he squeezed you even more tightly against him. “And that means that now it’s time for your punishment.”

He then raised his hands to your chest and cupped your breasts through your nightgown, stroking over your peaked nipples through the thin fabric. Simultaneously, he rocked his hips forward and pressed his firm bulge to your ass.

“I hope that piece of paper was worth it,” Tommy finished.

Smiling then, you lifted your hands from Tommy’s forearms to his hands, grasping them and pulling them down from your breasts. You then wriggled once more and created enough space to turn around in his arms, facing him and giving him that sexy, mischievous smile again as you lifted your hand that still clutched the paper you’d snatched from him.

“You mean this paper?” you said tauntingly to him as you held it in his line of vision.

“That’d be the one,” Tommy said with a nod, keeping you close. “Now, you can either hand it over willingly, or I can take it from you by way of…other measures.”

“Hmm,” you hummed as you shifted your gaze from Tommy to the paper, then back again. “And what other measures might you be referring to, exactly?”

“Oh, you don’t want to know, love,” Tommy growled, and he roughly gripped your ass cheeks and pulled your lower half against his, rubbing his bulge against you once more.

Briefly shifting your eyes to the paper one final time, you then looked at Tommy, and then as you held his gaze, you lightly crumpled the paper in your hand and threw it across the room, both of you hearing it land someplace where you’d find it later, Tommy’s eyes briefly following it before looking back to you.

“Oh, I think I do,” you said.

At that, Tommy paused for just a breath and arched his eyebrow, and then you were shrieking yet again as he gripped you tightly around the waist once more and pushed you down onto the nearby sofa, following after you as you plopped down on your back with a giggle and he then hovered over you.

“You quite sure about that, love?” Tommy said as he knelt between your legs and hooked his fingers in the thin straps of your nightgown. But instead of answering him, you just giggled again as he pulled them down your shoulders and then tugged the top half of the garment down to reveal your bare breasts.

“Any last words?” he finished with a smirk, meeting your eyes as he lowered himself further onto the couch and pressed his body into yours. “After all, you’re about to be at the mercy of the most dangerous man in England, and let’s just say, I’m not feeling very sympathetic.”

Lifting your arms to wrap around Tommy’s neck, you held his eyes as you allowed your knees to part further and you opened yourself up to him more. You then lifted a foot and hooked your leg around his waist, a smirk of your own spreading across your lips as you spoke.

“Well, go on then, Mr. Shelby,” you said, rocking your hips up into his once more and sensually stroking the nape of his neck. You then lifted your head up and placed a soft kiss just below his earlobe, your lips lingering close as you finished on a whisper.

“Do your worst.”

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Anything You Need

Part 11: 2 of 3

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Before they’d reached Cillian’s hotel room, Gareth had been able to badger a bit more out of Y/N, getting her to admit that, yes, she felt something for Cillian, and yes, she’d thoroughly enjoyed every minute of last night with him, but she remained firm on her plan not to acknowledge any of it to Cillian at all.

Her resolve held pretty strong as she and Gareth had reached Cillian’s room and they all rendezvoused on the way to The Morning Show. Despite Y/N’s inner thrill at seeing Cillian, her nerves were even stronger, and she blushed as their eyes met and he greeted them and smiled at her. To occupy herself and to cover her face, Y/N took a sip of her drink after giving him a nervous smile and greeting back, and rather than chit-chat and engage in the flirty back and forth they usually did, she kept her responses to anything Cillian said pretty brief, faking some extra yawns and using the excuse that she was just really tired after their prior late night.

Fortunately, Gareth stepped in and led the conversation as they all made their way to the car outside. And despite the fact that he’d promised Y/N not to say anything to Cillian, Gareth was soon breaking that promise (sort of) by quickly speaking a few sentences to Cillian under his breath when Y/N was distracted with talking to their driver towards the front of the car. He had to, because as he’d told Y/N, this little game of avoiding the obvious was becoming insufferable for all bystanders to watch. And although Cillian hadn’t yet brought up to him anything from last night, Gareth still felt the need to make sure Cillian understood what was really going on, rather than possibly misinterpreting Y/N’s current demeanor.

“She’s too shy for her own good,” Gareth said lowly when Cillian had looked at him after he’d briefly looked over toward Y/N first.

“What?” Cillian said.

“She’s too shy for her own good,” Gareth repeated. “She definitely enjoyed last night, but...” Gareth quickly looked at Y/N and then back to Cillian, repeating himself a final time. “She’s too shy for her own good.”

Saying nothing in response, Cillian just looked briefly at Y/N once more. He’d sensed her shift in demeanor immediately upon seeing her that morning, and while disappointed, he actually wasn’t surprised. Although Gareth’s little comment confirmed Cillian’s suspicions, he already was fairly certain that this response from Y/N was due to her bashfulness.

Their connection had been obvious to everyone, and there was no mistaking the vibe she’d given off the previous night. She’d enjoyed herself and had obviously felt that spark just as much as Cillian had. The flirting, the lingering looks she’d given him, the way she’d remained pressed close against him in the booth even when there had been room to put a little space between them. She had indulged in letting her guard down and being close to him, and when Cillian had taken her hand, she’d immediately responded, holding his hand just as much as he was holding hers, and silently yet eagerly pressing herself into him as they’d walked. The flash of disappointment on her face had also been unmistakable when they’d parted ways in the lobby.

But just like any other time that she had come out of her shell a bit more and momentarily forgotten to be timid, she’d then obviously overthink it and soon return to her more reserved self. She’d still engage in some mild flirting and banter, but she’d clam up again as soon as anything had the hintings of going beyond that.

Of course, Cillian had hoped that wouldn’t be the case this time around. He’d spent the entire few hours after they’d parted thinking about it, about her, and he’d hope that upon seeing each other again, she wouldn’t have reverted back to being so bashful. But now, it looked like it was going to be a waiting game of being patient for another occurrence where she’d let her guard down enough again for something to possibly happen between them.

Fortunately, by the time they got to The Morning Show, Y/N’s behavior had already returned to somewhat normal. She was in “assistant” mode, confirming things with several of the show’s staff and then checking on Cillian, then responding to a few emails and voicemails on her phone while they waited for the show to begin. She already seemed to have forgotten her previous plan of behaving strictly “professional”, as she and Cillian were soon going back and forth as they usually did while Gareth was fixing his hair.

“How many different products have you put in my hair this morning, man? I lost count,” Cillian said as he tilted his head and tried to avoid Gareth reaching for his hair again.

“Prior to knowing me, you bought shampoo and conditioner that came in the same bottle,” Gareth replied with a smirk. "So..."

“What’s your point?” Cillian asked.

Looking over his shoulder at Y/N, Gareth smiled and then pretended to be pained.

“He doesn’t even realize he’s killing me,” he said to her.

“It’s not fair, really,” Y/N replied back with a smile of her own.

“What isn’t?” Cillian asked her, looking at her over Gareth’s shoulder.

“The fact that you have thicker, more gorgeous hair than most women do,” she said with another smile as she looked at him, and Gareth was agreeing as he put a bottle of product back in his bag.

“I’ve had female clients who would kill for hair like his,” he said.

“Go and put all that shit in their hair, then,” Cillian replied, and Y/N was laughing as she and Cillian’s eyes met, and he grinned at her.

Soon, they were ready for Cillian on the set, and the show once again went off without a hitch, Cillian charming everyone without even trying and answering questions very similar to the ones Seth had asked him the day prior.

But rather than sit in the audience this time and watch Cillian, Y/N remained backstage in the green room, busy answering more calls and replying to emails left and right. Just since Cillian’s appearance on Seth Meyers had aired the night before, her phone was now blowing up with a fresh influx of requests from other TV shows, podcasts, magazines, and all sorts of other stuff. There were still plenty of requests from prior to last night as well, but now, a fresh wave of additional requests were coming in for Cillian, and Y/N was deep in action, screening some calls while answering others, then using her additional phone to map out Cillian’s schedule while she typed up and sent off multiple emails on her laptop, using the green room’s coffee table as an impromptu desk.

When Cillian’s interview eventually concluded and he’d stepped backstage once more, he made his way back to the green room and was met by Gareth as he walked through the door. Over Gareth’s shoulder, Cillian saw Y/N at the coffee table across the room, busily chatting on her phone while she simultaneously was furiously typing away on her laptop and nodding her head as she spoke. Briefly, at the front of the room, Gareth and Cillian conversed with one of the show’s hosts who’d stopped by the door to have a quick parting conversation with them, and when the host then left them, Cillian turned around as he heard Y/N wrapping up her phone call behind them.

“Alright...yes,” she was saying into the phone. “I’ll speak with him and then I’ll get back to you as soon as possible... Yes...yet today, yes... Ok, sounds good, thank you.”

Finally lowering the phone from her ear and ending the call, Y/N was already smiling as she then set the phone down on the coffee table and looked up. When her eyes met Cillian’s across the room, they were twinkling, and her smile widened into a full-blown grin as she held his gaze and spoke to him with excited amusement.

“Wanna be a supermodel?” she said.

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Amazing!🔥

Just Relax

One Shot

•• Cillian Murphy x Female Reader ••

Dedicated to my dear friend @meister95 who helped inspire this piece. 💗

***Warning: Mature sexual content, 18+ readers only, minors DNI***

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After hearing the running water from the shower shut off, Y/N was quickly smiling to herself as she heard the sound of him calling her name in that tone that only meant one thing.

He’d forgotten a towel.

Again.

It happened more often than not whenever he’d been working out. Cillian would enter the house and go straight to the bathroom, earbuds still in as he’d shed his clothes and turn on the shower, then still continue to sing to himself as Y/N could hear him from the bedroom, picking up the trail of sweaty clothes that he’d discarded along the way. He’d only remember a towel when it was too late, and that’s when he’d abruptly call for her, his tone a mix of apologetic for her and annoyance with himself that he’d forgotten yet again and she’d have to bring one to him.

But she never minded. And today, in particular, after a long day for them both and finally being able to relish in some alone time, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Did you forget something?” she called back to him from the bedroom, the knowing smile still on her lips.

“Maybe…” came his response, causing Y/N’s smile to widen.

Grabbing a bath towel off of the neatly folded pile on a shelf in the wardrobe, Y/N then made her way to the bathroom, the door open a crack, as Cillian had left it. Before gently pushing it open, she lightly rapped her nails on the panel, then pushed it open further and stepped inside as Cillian spoke.

“Thanks, baby. One of these days, maybe I’ll fuckin’ remember,” he said over his shoulder, his hair still wet and drops of water running down his naked body. As he turned back to shut the shower door, he then lifted his hands to rake through his wet hair, and Y/N took the opportunity to let her eyes admire the defined, firm perfection of his ass while he was still turned away from her.

The drops of water ran down his skin in such a tempting way, and when Cillian reached an arm out to grab for the towel, Y/N was walking up behind him instead, opening the towel and laying it over his back before then pressing herself against him with just the towel between them.

“That’d be nice, because you’re dripping all over my floor, Mr. Murphy,” she said to him in a sensually teasing voice, pressing her cheek to the center of his back as she remained behind him.

“The towel would help with that, you know, but you have to let me use it,” he replied, the smile in his voice evident as he tried to look at her over his shoulder again.

“Right, silly me,” Y/N said then, pulling herself away from him slightly as she fisted the towel once more. “But since I’m already here, I may as well help you.”

With that, Y/N haphazardly dragged the towel down his back, not really paying attention to whether or not she was actually getting him dry as she then lowered the towel to his butt. She heard Cillian exhale a laugh as she squeezed him through the towel, her hands pinching and massaging his cheeks as she worked the towel over him. But as she did, more droplets of water kept running down his back, his hair still wet and dripping.

“I think you’re more of a hindrance than a help,” Cillian joked, at which Y/N finally pushed the towel back up his back and to his neck, gently toweling his nape before Cillian reached behind himself and gently grasped the towel from her. Lifting it to his head, he quickly scrubbed it over his hair, which was currently still cut in the Tommy Shelby style he’d had it cut for for the Peaky movie shoot, which had wrapped a week ago.

As he ruffled the towel over his hair once more, Y/N took the opportunity of his butt being exposed again to give him a playful slap to his right cheek, and she giggled as he exclaimed.

“Ay!” Cillian said with a smile.

He then brought the towel back down and wrapped it around his waist before turning and stepping to the sink. Turning it on and cupping his hand beneath it to take a quick swig of water, he then turned the faucet off and looked quickly in the mirror. As he did so, Y/N stepped up behind him and gently wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head to the side to look at him, their eyes meeting in the mirror as she spoke.

“You can stop the intense workouts now that filming has wrapped, you know,” she said as she danced her fingers idly along the skin of Cillian’s abdomen. “You don’t have to push it so hard now.”

Cillian held her eyes in the mirror as he replied.

“I thought you liked the Tommy bod,” he smirked, and he laid his hands atop Y/N’s as she moved her fingers up his torso and stroked them along his toned chest.

“Oh, I do,” she answered with a smirk of her own, then emphasized her point with several sensual strokes and squeezes to Cillian’s pecs. “But I also want you to be sure and take a break. You were killing yourself at the gym before and during filming. You can take it a little easier now.”

Cillian nodded.

“I know,” he said, “but I can’t just switch from heavy daily workouts to nothing at all. It’s too drastic of a switch. I’ve gotta ease back on it gradually or I feel fucked up.”

Y/N nodded as she replied, hugging him around the waist.

“Yeah, I understand that. I just want you to take advantage of the downtime, too.”

“I know,” Cillian replied as he leaned back against her slightly. “Really, I wanna relax, but I’m still just ‘go, go, go’ from filming, ya’ know?”

Smiling, Y/N squeezed him around the waist. She knew he still hadn’t fully decompressed from the film. It always took him a couple weeks to “come down” after a project.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry; I can tell you’re still a little tense,” she said.

She then pulled back from him slightly and lifted her hands to his shoulders to briefly rub them, and Cillian instantly responded. She could feel him lean back into her the slightest bit more as she worked his tense muscles, and as she continued to massage him, she soon heard him release a deep, slow breath as she saw his eyes briefly close in the mirror. She continued for a few moments more before speaking again.

“How’s that?” she asked him, rubbing out a knot in his shoulders.

“Mmmm,” Cillian gave an appreciative groan, his eyes still closed as Y/N kneaded his muscles. “You’re too good at that,” he said lowly.

Giggling, Y/N slipped her hands from Cillian’s shoulders to his chest again, kissing his neck seductively.

“Well, you know I can barely resist you to begin with,” she teased him as she smiled against his skin before then turning her head and meeting his eyes in the mirror once more. “But especially when you look like this,” she wiggled her fingers against his pecs in indication of his toned form, “it’s extra hard for me to keep my hands to myself.”

Smiling with a chuckle, Cillian turned his head over his shoulder to give her a kiss.

“I better go and put some clothes on, then,” he teased her, then gave her another kiss, Y/N smiling against his lips as he did so.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Y/N replied.

Slowly, sensually, she slid her hands to his arms, softly grasping his biceps, squeezing them as she then placed another kiss on Cillian’s neck. Then she released his arms and glided over his firm stomach instead before adoringly and sensually tracing and stroking his pecs, her palms skimming across his nipples and then her fingertips running up and down the patch of chest hair between them.

Cillian’s eyes had closed again as Y/N stroked along his chest a final time and then ran her palms over his pecs, her touch so soothing and arousing. Whenever he was especially tense or tired, he allowed himself to indulge in Y/N’s “taking care” of him. Usually, their positions would be reversed, with Cillian taking the lead and Y/N being the “vulnerable” one, but he relished her taking the lead whenever he was especially tense. As she traced her fingers along him again, he released another deep breath.

“Sounds like you’re already feeling better,” Y/N teased him softly, and Cillian opened his eyes once again and looked at her in the mirror. Her expression was so sexy, and her breath and lips against his neck were slowly unwinding the remaining tension in his body. But when she spoke again, his pulse was quickening.

“But I think you need a little more help to really relax,” she said seductively.

With that, Y/N lowered her hands from Cillian’s chest and slowly, tauntingly ran them down his torso, going lower and lower until she used her fingers to trace his treasure trail and then follow it beneath the edge of the towel still around his waist. She ran her fingers up and down his trail again for a moment as she placed another kiss on his neck, Cillian watching her in the mirror as she seductively whispered in his ear.

“Let me help you relax, baby,” she said.

Grasping the towel, Y/N loosened it from around Cillian’s waist, then dropped it to the floor as it sagged from his hips, leaving him naked in front of her. Looking in the mirror, she could not stop admiring his taut body and the gorgeous sight of his cock, which had already stiffened slightly at her previous touches. Behind him, she then lifted her eyes from the reflection of his cock and saw that he was already watching her in the mirror, his expression now tense not with stress, but with aroused anticipation. With another sexy little glance, she then reached around his waist again and down to his cock, then slowly, gently grasped him, tauntingly wrapping her fingers around his length one by one.

Cillian’s hips immediately gave a slight jerk in response.

“Just relax,” Y/N said softly, and Cillian’s eyes were closing and a moan escaped him as he leaned back into her once more and she began stroking his length up and down.

Going slowly at first, Y/N ran her hand up and down Cillian’s cock, thoroughly enjoying both the feel of his thick, stiffening warmth in her hand as well as the sight of him clearly already surrendering to her touch. Only very occasionally did he get this way, where he was stressed and tired enough to seek and welcome her taking the lead and him being the one in the more vulnerable position. And although she loved their typical dynamic, Y/N also relished the occasional times when Cillian silently sought for her to take the lead like this, because she loved soothing him and giving him what he needed when he was struggling to relax. While she was the one to typically come “undone”, it was so enjoyable having him be vulnerable on occasion.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Y/N whispered in Cillian’s ear again as she continued to stroke him, increasing her pace. And when she could feel him stiffening fully in her hand and heard him release a guttural groan, she was smiling to herself as she lifted her eyes and watched Cillian in the mirror again, his eyes still closed.

“Open your eyes, Cill. Watch me touch you,” she whispered.

At her insanely sexy instruction, Cillian opened his eyes and looked at Y/N through their reflection. When he did, he groaned again as he watched and felt Y/N grasp him more tightly and stroke him again. She alternated between squeezing him and tickling her fingers along his length in the most pleasuring way, and when she squeezed and pumped him again, she whispered once more.

“God, you feel so good,” she said in his ear. “You have the most amazing cock, do you know that? This big…thick…gorgeous cock.” After each word, Y/N stroked him in emphasis, and finally, after her next statement, she swiped her thumb over his leaking tip.

“And you fuck me so damn good with it. Every time. You fill me up so full, Cill. And I love it.”

Y/N’s touch and her insanely sexy words had Cillian’s heart pumping and his cock painfully hard in her hand as he watched her touch him. The feel of her lips near his ear as she spoke those arousing, seductive, naughty whisperings of appreciation for him had him groaning again as he wordlessly encouraged her to keep going with another thrust of his hips into her hand. But when Y/N then stroked up his length a final time before then swiping her thumb over his tip, he was quickly much more vocal.

“Ah! Fuck, baby!” he said with pleasureful strain, his eyes suddenly squeezing closed and his hands moving to the counter and gripping the edge for support. When Y/N then swirled her thumb over his tip repeatedly, Cillian’s knees were buckling slightly and he leaned forward towards the counter more as he continued to grip it for support.

“Yeah? How’s that feel?” Y/N said as she watched him while she touched him, her own arousal growing and dampening her panties as she touched him again. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Uggghh, fuck, baby!” Cillian groaned once more, his eyes still squeezed closed as Y/N rubbed his tip again before then pumping him in her hand once more. She kept her pace quick and consistent, stroking every inch of him perfectly, knowing the exact touches and pressure he liked that made him practically explode in her hand every time before he’d then flip Y/N on her back and slam inside her to finish what she’d started and show her who was running the show. But when she had him like this, Cillian had no ability to turn the tables, neither could he think straight enough to do so. When Y/N was working him to help him decompress, she used a whole other kind of magic that he didn’t stand a chance against.

“Yeah?” Y/N urged him on, her own breath getting heavy as she watched and felt Cillian respond to her touches.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He leaned more heavily against the counter as she kept working him. “God damn, baby.”

Cillian’s head dropped as he groaned out the words, his breathing ragged. He could feel himself getting close to release as Y/N kissed his neck again and pressed her breasts into his bare back. When she then reached around him with her free hand and cupped his balls, he released another ragged exhale. But when Y/N then fondled him with her fingertips before then squeezing his balls and massaging them in her palm, Cillian was dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so fucking perfect,” he gritted out through his teeth.

Still watching him, Y/N smiled to herself as she heard the labored pleasure in Cillian’s voice and saw that trademark jawline of his become all too apparent as he clenched his teeth. Massaging his balls again in her palm, Y/N was egging him on a final time, her lips against his neck.

“You sound like you’re almost ready to really relax now, baby,” she said with seductive torment. “Let’s get you there, hmm?”

Releasing another jagged breath and thrusting into her hand again, Cillian was holding the edge of the counter in a death grip as Y/N worked to finish him, speaking once more in that voice that had him fast approaching the finish line.

“Come on, Cill, let go, baby. I want every last drop from this big, thick cock.” Then she swiped her thumb over him a final time as she whispered in his ear the last words that had Cillian exploding in her hand.

“Give it to me, Cill.”

The force with which Cillian thrusted his hips had Y/N almost losing her grip on him as he violently came in her hand. She caught much of his release in her palm, but Cillian had no control over the last ropes of cum that painted the basin of the sink as Y/N stroked him to a full finish.

As Cillian came with a release that had Y/N’s hand nearly slipping from his cock, she could feel his groans vibrating through his body as she pressed herself into his back. And when he had thoroughly coated her hand, she was then working the remains of his finish into the sink as she continued to stroke him until she could feel his body relax with the relief of his release.

As Cillian’s heart rate gradually began to slow, he became aware of the sensation of Y/N pressing loving kisses to his neck as she remained behind him. He eventually transitioned from panting breaths to controlled inhales as Y/N then moved her hands to rinse in the sink before she then wrapped her arms around his waist once more, hugging him from behind and pressing her cheek against his back.

“How was that?” she asked him softly, pressing a kiss to his spine.

“Fucking amazing,” Cillian replied, his voice still heavy with arousal.

“Feeling a little more relaxed now?” she continued.

“You could say that,” he smirked.

Turning around then, Cillian wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulled her against him as he lowered his face to hers and gave her a slow, sensual kiss. Y/N lifted a hand to his cheek, and when they eventually parted, she was smiling at him.

“I’m glad I could help,” she said as she lifted her hand to his chest. But Cillian was quickly gripping her tighter and pushing her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom as he replied.

“Well, there’s actually one more thing you can do for me,” he said as he guided her to the bed.

“Oh?” Y/N replied with a smile as she allowed Cillian to begin tugging down her leggings. “And what’s that?”

With a wicked smile and a quick yank of her panties, Cillian had Y/N bare and on her back as he then climbed over her on the bed and parted her thighs, positioning himself between them, his mouth hovering over her core.

“Allow me to return the favor,” he said.

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A well-needed sleep

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Summary: Tommy has a terrible nightmare and there is only one way to calm him down.

A/N: this is probably the only thing i will write canon-wise regarding the last season of peaky blinders. It’s just me being delusional and in denial, thank you my darling @peakyswift for talking me through it, this one is dedicated to us and all the other blind people here haha! It’s a bit rushed and probably not that good but this is just a small way to cope with…it. Anyway I hope you enjoy and I hope it heals a bit the heartbreak from the last episode 🤧💗

Warnings: SEASON 6 SPOILERS (read at your own risk), mentions of death and illness, nightmares and FLUFF

Word Count: 1,545 Words

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Anything You Need

Part 10: 3 of 3

Previous part here

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“Were you asleep for two hours, or ten?”

As soon as Cillian opened the door to his hotel room, Y/N was smiling at him with amused affection as their eyes met and Cillian then stepped aside to let her into the room.

It was now their second day in New York, and after a busy afternoon the day prior of traveling, meeting with his stylist, having a late dinner, and adjusting to the time difference, Cillian hadn’t slept well the night before. Now, after his radio interview that morning, Y/N had left him for a couple hours to rest prior to returning to prepare for the taping of his appearance on the late night show that afternoon.

He’d slept hard, and when Y/N had called Cillian twenty minutes ago to make sure he was awake and let him know she was on her way back to his room, she’d smiled to herself when he’d answered the phone with an adorably sleepy voice, his accent thicker than usual as they spoke.

Now, seeing Cillian slightly disheveled and still a bit sleepy-eyed, Y/N just kept smiling as she entered his room and set a large toiletries bag down on the dresser beneath the TV. Then she turned around and faced him again.

“How do you feel? Do you want a coffee or anything to help you wake up?”

“No, thanks, I’m good,” Cillian replied as he scrubbed a hand over his jaw and then scratched his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t think Gareth will say the same when he sees you,” Y/N smiled again, and Cillian chuckled. “Luckily, he brought the hard stuff,” she finished, gesturing to the toiletries bag she’d just set down.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door and Y/N answered it, stepping back to let Gareth in, his hands full with two other bags. As soon as he saw Cillian, his hair mussed and his clothes slightly wrinkled, he grinned.

“Whoa, looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me,” he joked, at which Y/N giggled.

“Told you,” she said to Cillian as she looked at him, at which Cillian rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry my appearance is so offensive to both of you. How about I go roll around in some rubbish to top it off?”

“Oh, stop it,” Y/N said as she then turned to help Gareth by taking one of the bags he was still holding out of his hand. She then addressed Gareth instead.

“Don’t mind him, Gareth,” she said. “He just woke up from a nap, so he’s a little cranky.”

“Say no more,” Gareth grinned as Y/N then moved to the door again when another knock sounded from it.

“I should have found a way to keep you two from ever actually meeting,” Cillian said then jokingly, at which Y/N gave him the cutest little face over her shoulder as she held the door open for the bellhop who was wheeling a garment cart into the room.

As Y/N turned back around to help the bellhop move the cart further inside after closing the door, Gareth made his way over to the dresser to set the rest of the stuff down that he’d brought with him. Stopping next to Cillian, he made an obvious point of looking at the bed’s now messy pillows and blankets before speaking lowly, so as Y/N wouldn’t hear him.

“Any chance that was a two-person nap?” he said with a suggestive smirk as he looked at Cillian. “That bed almost looks like she might have joined you.”

His eyes quickly darting to Y/N, Cillian made sure she was still occupied with the bellhop before he answered.

“If she had joined me, trust me, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

Gareth chuckled.

“Well, if a little alone time is what it’ll take for both of you to finally act on things, then I’m more than happy to go back downstairs and wait in the lobby until you two are done.”

Smirking and huffing out a quick laugh, Cillian shook his head. Gareth knew how timid and bashful Y/N could be.

He also knew, however, that there was no denying the pull between her and Cillian. Immediately upon meeting Y/N for the first time and seeing the two of them interacting, Gareth had picked up on their insane chemistry, and he’d seen it only continue to develop over the last few months. And with the friendship Gareth had developed with Cillian over the last two years, he’d started speaking freely about it with him pretty soon after Y/N had come into the picture.

“Ok, Jayma sent up the clothes, so you should be all set,” Y/N announced to Cillian over her shoulder, referring to his stylist as she hung a black garment bag on the edge of the bathroom door. “This is what she wants you to wear this afternoon for Seth Meyers; the stuff in the closet is for tomorrow.”

“Right,” Cillian replied, nodding as Y/N then turned and walked over to him and Gareth. She checked the time on her phone before speaking again.

“Have him ready by 2 o’clock,” she said to Gareth, “and then make sure he doesn’t lay down again and mess himself up.”

Gareth grinned. Besides styling Cillian’s hair, he typically helped him with any finishing touches as well to make sure he looked polished before any given appearance, and although Late Night had a hair and makeup crew, Gareth always insisted that only he could get Cillian's hair to cooperate.

“If we’ve only got until 2, he won’t have a chance to lay down again,” Gareth replied.

“Don’t underestimate him,” Y/N said, smiling as she side-eyed Cillian, who was still standing next to them. “You know how much he loves to sleep.”

“Would you two stop fucking talking about me like I’m not here?” Cillian interjected then, but he was smirking.

“Don’t get mad at me; she’s in charge,” Gareth said, lifting his hands to claim innocence as he looked at Cillian.

“Not anymore; I’ve gotta go get ready myself, so I’m leaving him in your hands,” Y/N said. Then she grabbed her bag.

“2 o’clock,” she re-confirmed to Gareth as she prepared to walk out. “I’ll meet you down at the car at the back entrance I showed you earlier.”

“Right,” Gareth nodded.

Y/N headed towards the door then, and as she opened it, she looked over her shoulder at Cillian with a smile.

“Do what he says,” she ordered him teasingly, and then she was gone.

•.•.•.•.•

The nice thing about filming for a late night show is that it was actually shot during the day, and as Y/N stood outside and leaned against the large SUV that was taking them all to the taping, she enjoyed the warmth of the sun as it shone down while she was sending an email on her phone.

After she’d finished her email, she slipped her phone back in her purse and adjusted her sunglasses, and as she did, she heard the door at the steps of the hotel’s back entrance open, and as it did, she looked up.

Gareth appeared first, descending the steps as he smiled at her and nodded to their driver. Closely behind him followed Cillian, and as Y/N’s gaze landed on him, she was suddenly very glad her sunglasses were hiding the way she knew she was outright staring at him.

He looked unbelievably sexy and criminally handsome, dressed in an all black outfit that consisted of a fitted solid shirt beneath a pinstripe suit. The entire outfit complemented him perfectly and gave off such a vibe, and as Cillian descended the steps, he only looked even sexier as he put on his sunglasses, and Y/N found herself thinking that, whatever Jayma was paid as a stylist, it surely wasn’t enough. As Cillian reached her, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from running her eyes over him once more, but she then shook herself out of it as the driver moved towards them to open the car’s backseat door.

Once they were in the car, Gareth looked at Y/N and smiled as he spoke.

“Did I keep him presentable enough for you?”

Removing her sunglasses, Y/N looked at Cillian, trying to keep a straight face as she pretended to critique him and then looked back to Gareth.

“It’ll do,” she replied, speaking once again as if Cillian wasn’t there. “Acceptable, anyway.”

Both Gareth and Cillian laughing, Cillian then spoke as he looked at Y/N.

“At least she approves,” he said with a grin, and as Cillian sat there across from her, casually reclined in his seat and looking so sexy and inviting, Y/N was imagining dropping her phone and instead moving across to him and climbing into his lap.

As Y/N looked back down at her phone, Cillian smiled to himself. He had seen the obvious appreciation in her eyes as she’d looked at him, the way she’d bit her bottom lip slightly as her gaze trailed over him. She was always even more adorable when she was flustered, and when Cillian had caught her eyes after she’d trailed them up his form, Y/N had blushed and quickly looked back down at her phone. She then busied herself with smoothing the fabric of her outfit — a pretty, fluttery, pale blue jumpsuit that was a perfect complement to her hair and eyes.

Upon pulling up to the studio lot, Y/N briefly got out of the car first and ensured everything was good to go before then walking back to the car with a studio employee, who greeted Cillian and explained to him exactly where they were going to head into the building. Several feet behind Cillian and the employee, Gareth spoke to Y/N as he and she trailed behind.

"Why didn't you just bunk with him at the hotel rather than booking yourself in a separate room?" he asked her teasingly.

Turning and glaring at him from behind her sunglasses, Y/N replied under her breath.

"Don't start," she said.

Gareth always teased Y/N about Cillian when the two of them were alone, just as he'd tease Cillian about Y/N. But despite the light grief he gave them both about each other, he never revealed anything that one of them had said about the other; he knew that wasn't his place.

"I'm just saying, you could have provided him with some very personal room service if you'd booked yourself with him, not to mention saving on the bill."

"Gareth, I swear to God..."

But at that point, they'd reached the door into the building and their conversation was cut short as the studio employee ushered them inside and then led them to the green room. Once there, they were soon greeted by Seth, who, of course, Cillian had met before from a past Late Night appearance, but whom Y/N was meeting for the first time. Krista had never been on his show, and prior to that, Y/N hadn’t worked for anyone who’d been on his show, either.

After their brief yet friendly conversation, Gareth was giving Cillian a final once over before preparing to leave him, and once he was ready, he and Y/N were ready to head out to the set to watch the taping from the audience. But just as she was about to go through the door, she remembered something.

“Oh, Cill, wait! Gimme your phone,” she said, and she walked back up to Cillian with her hand outstretched. She always took it from him before appearances. The last thing they needed was for it to ring or buzz while he was mid-interview.

As he reached into his pocket for his phone, Cillian smiled. More frequently over the last month or so, Y/N had begun calling him “Cill” occasionally instead of “Cillian”, and he loved it. Of course, that’s what everyone close to him called him, and he was very pleased that Y/N was now feeling comfortable enough to do so. Not to mention that he loved the way it sounded coming from her.

After exiting the green room, Y/N and Gareth made their way out to the seating area and took their seats among the rest of the audience. They could have just remained in the green room, but the studios always reserved several seats for the staff and/or family and friends of guests, and Y/N was happy to take them up on it today. Krista had always insisted that she remain nearby in case of any “emergency”, but with Cillian, that wasn’t an issue, and Y/N was excited to watch the taping from straight on as opposed to the sidelines of the stage.

The appearance and taping went off without a hitch, and Y/N and Gareth were laughing and smiling along with the audience as Cillian shared a back and forth with Seth with his trademark subtle charm. As she sat there, Y/N couldn’t help thinking how she could listen to Cillian talk all day, his voice and accent as sexy and captivating as always. She giggled to herself as she thought back to a few hours earlier when he’d answered the phone after his nap, and he��d sounded so adorably out of sorts.

“So, things have changed for you a bit, haven’t they?” Seth then asked as he and Cillian continued on. “The last time you were here, you were on your own, but tonight, you’ve got a small entourage with you whom I met backstage.”

Cillian smiled.

“Yeah, well, turns out I’m no longer capable of looking after myself, so I have a few people who are keeping me in line.”

Seth and the audience laughed at Cillian’s response.

“But seriously, things are much more hectic for you now, I’d imagine, so what’s that like for you? Going from being kind of under the radar to so in demand?” Seth asked.

“It’s got its pros and cons, ya’know?” Cillian answered then with a half-smile. “The work has been amazing and the relationships and experiences I’ve built, but I’ve only ever been in this for the satisfaction from the work, ya’know? I don’t consider myself a celebrity.”

“Wait a minute,” Seth said then, “you don’t consider yourself a celebrity? Even at this point?”

“Nah, man, I’m just a guy who happens to have an incredible job with incredible people. But I still just want to run to the corner shop or pick up a coffee like anyone else.”

“But you have an assistant to do that stuff for you now,” Seth then said.

“Eh, that person’s a bit busy impeccably organizing various other aspects of my life, and fetching me a coffee or picking up from the dry cleaner’s isn’t part of that,” Cillian said. He then turned his head from Seth to the audience as he spoke again. “Frankly, they run the show so well that I feel safe saying I’d be lost without them.”

As soon as Cillian said that, Y/N felt Gareth nudge her from the seat beside her. She herself couldn’t stop smiling or blushing, and although Cillian didn’t know exactly where they were seated, his gaze and smile out into the audience was obviously directed at her. Of course, being as private as he was, and also to protect Y/N, he’d made it a point to refrain from using the terms “she” and “her” when talking about her, which Y/N was completely understanding of, knowing that any hint of female companionship could lead to probing, nosy questions.

For the rest of the taping, Y/N and Gareth remained in the audience, and once it was completed and the crowd was dispersing after Cillian and the other guests had left the stage, they discreetly made their way backstage again. After an additional friendly conversation and goodbye with Seth, they were all making their way outside and back to the car, Cillian stopping to sign autographs and take photos with audience members who had lingered outside the studio.

“Well, you survived,” Y/N said as she smiled at Cillian once the car was out in traffic.

“Barely,” he smiled at her in return. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

Laughing, Y/N looked at her phone, checking the time.

“You’ve got an hour and half before dinner, but I think you better try and stay awake so that you don’t throw yourself off for tomorrow. We have to be on our way to The Morning Show at 5 a.m.”

Groaning, Cillian rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but he knew what was on the agenda. And at least he’d be able to enjoy this evening.

Knowing that he’d be in New York, several friends of Cillian’s who lived there had reached out and asked if he’d like to get together, and so Y/N had arranged a dinner reservation in a private dining room at one of the restaurants near the hotel for all of them. It had begun as a group of seven people but had grown when Cillian insisted that Y/N and Gareth join them. When Y/N had mentioned in passing that Kat and Melanie were also in town for similar commitments as Cillian, he’d invited them to join them as well, and then, soon, after a small domino effect, they had a group of eighteen people for dinner.

Once they were back at the hotel, Y/N, Cillian, and Gareth parted ways with the agreement that Gareth would meet them at the restaurant with everyone else after Y/N and Cillian had rendezvoused and walked over from the hotel. But after she’d stepped away, Y/N was looking down at her phone as she received a text message from Gareth while heading towards her room.

An hour and a half is a long time. Maybe you better go with him to his room and help keep him awake until dinner.

Blushing as she read Gareth’s message, there was only one response that Y/N was going to acknowledge him with.

Shut up.

•.•.•.•.•

Ready to head out the door of her hotel room, Y/N gratefully slipped her feet into her sliders and relished the comfort as she did. The shoes she’d worn with her jumpsuit earlier were definitely cute, but never failed to cause her to need to give her feet a break after wearing them. Fortunately, the restaurant they were going to that night was upscale and trendy, but not overly fancy, and she was grateful for that.

Slipping her arms through her jacket and then exiting her room, Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she made her way through the halls of the floor on the way to Cillian’s room. She was looking forward to dinner and also glad that they’d be in a more relaxing atmosphere where Cillian could just be.

Once she reached Cillian’s room, she knocked gently on the door, and after a moment, she was met with him before her as he opened it and gave her a smile.

“All set?” she asked him.

As Cillian smiled at her, he was mentally cursing to himself at how good she looked. She was dressed in a fitted black midi-dress with an olive bomber jacket and black sliders, a couple necklaces shining under her pieces of hair that had fallen over her chest. Once again, she was so effortlessly sexy, and Cillian was yet again baffled at the fact that she never even seemed to be aware of how beautiful she was.

“Yep,” he replied as he stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind him. When he was turned momentarily, Y/N took the quick opportunity to eye him up.

This man could make anything look sexy, and tonight was no exception. Cillian was collected yet causal in a pair of dark khaki utility pants, a gray T-shirt, and a navy, worn-in jacket. As he ran a hand through his hair after closing the door, Y/N wondered to herself how it was always possible for him to look so handsome with apparently no effort whatsoever.

“Here you go,” Y/N said as she handed him a face mask, then put on her own before they headed down the hallway and descended to the lobby in the elevator. The restaurant was close enough to walk, and the masks were yet again useful in the goal of going unnoticed.

As they walked side by side down the sidewalk, they were paid no mind by anyone who passed them, and once they’d made it into the restaurant and then to the room where their dinner was being held, they each removed their masks as they greeted Cillian’s friends.

Having met a couple of these people before, Y/N was pulled into a few quick hugs and chats, and then finally introduced to a few of them who she’d only met via email until now. Then, she was yanked into a tight hug by Kat, who’d already arrived and who she’d not seen in a few weeks due to their schedules. After greeting Melanie as well, Y/N was then quickly engrossed in conversation with Kat as they made their way to the table after Cillian had also greeted Kat and Melanie. It wasn’t any brand-new introduction, as he was familiar with both of them, and although Cillian and Melanie had never worked together, they’d met a few times at previous Hollywood events. As people continued talking as they chose their seats, Y/N and Cillian ended up at opposite ends of the table, and all throughout dinner, they repeatedly met eyes and smiled at each other.

Eventually, after the meal was dying down, Kat and Y/N were considering going out for a few more drinks, and as they searched on their phones to decide on a place to go, Kat came across a random bar several streets over that was advertising a show for a Queen cover band. As they stood by the door of the room, Kat showed her phone to Y/N, at which Y/N was immediately laughing.

“Oh my God,” she said as she saw the picture of the band member who was impersonating Freddie Mercury, “we have to go! You know it’s going to be terrible in the best way!”

“What is?” Cillian asked as he overheard Y/N.

“This Queen cover band at a bar a few streets over,” she replied as she looked at him with a smile. “They’re performing in about twenty minutes. Do you mind if I go for a while? I promise I’ll be ready for the show tomorrow morning.”

Smiling, Cillian looked down at his watch and then back up at Y/N.

“How far away is this place? We better start walking,” he said.

Her brows suddenly lifting and her mouth spreading in a smile of excited disbelief, Y/N held Cillian’s eyes as she replied.

“What? Are you serious? You wanna come?”

“You’re not the only one who appreciates cheap beer and terrible cover songs,” Cillian replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, but it’s not exactly like we’ll be alone; people could recognize you,” Y/N replied.

“I’ve got the mask,” he countered, pulling it from his pocket, “and if this place is as much of a hole-in-the-wall as it looks, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Are you serious?” Y/N asked again, still smiling.

“Yeah, unless you’re trying to tell me you don’t want me to come?” Cillian said with another smirk.

“What? No! Of course not!” Then she grinned again. “Ok, awesome!”

Along with them, Gareth and several of Cillian’s other friends decided to join them, and the group of them were soon heading outside and making their way to the bar. The walk was a pretty quick one, and upon making it to the bar and heading inside, it was confirmed that the term “hole-in-the-wall” was definitely fitting for this place.

It was pretty small and definitely past its prime, the walls plastered in old posters and framed pictures, and the bar was about as worn down as one could get. But it was clean, the beer was cheap, and the tiny stage at the far end of the place was set up for the night’s show. It was also already packed inside, people brushing shoulders everywhere, but the thick crowd meant even less likely of a chance for Cillian to get noticed.

Somehow, miraculously, they nabbed an empty booth at the very back of the room, and once they’d gotten settled, Y/N and Kat were taking drink orders and then returning from the bar shortly after with hands full of beer pitchers and glasses. As Y/N set a glass in front of Cillian, she smiled as he removed his mask, Cillian feeling fine doing so with the seclusion that their spot offered. After briefly scanning the room and assuring they weren’t attracting any attention, Y/N then looked at Cillian once more.

“How’s it feel to be out amongst us commoners again?” she teased him as she met his eyes, and Cillian laughed before taking a drink of his beer, shaking his head.

For a bit longer, their group continued to chat, and they were finishing off their first round of drinks when the room suddenly darkened and the intro notes to Bohemian Rhapsody sounded from the stage. And while Cillian knew that Y/N had a tendency to be pretty reserved, he quickly learned that that immediately vanished from her as soon as the music was loud enough and she was one beer in.

Immediately getting excited, Y/N turned to Kat, who’d been talking to Gareth, and as the two women met eyes, they were immediately shrieking and then jumping up and out of the booth as the song began. Many people in the crowd reacted similarly, and when the lights on the stage brightened to reveal the cover band, the volume in the place was momentarily deafening. But as Y/N and Kat then proceeded to sing along with the song, Cillian was immediately grinning as he saw how adorably excited Y/N was and how into the music she got.

He watched her as she and Kat were now several feet out in front of them on the floor. She knew every word and had a little move for every line, acting out the song as she and Kat sang and making little gestures and expressions as they did. Cillian could not stop smiling as he watched her, and when Y/N turned to briefly pause and head back to the booth to take another sip from her beer, she met Cillian’s eyes over the rim of her glass. After she’d set it down, she continued to look at him with a smile as she placed a hand to her chest and continued to dramatically sing along to the song. Laughing, Cillian shook his head as they looked at each other, before Y/N then turned back around and resumed singing with Kat.

The drinks continued to flow, and the band, for how ridiculous they were, was also pretty damn good, and Y/N was letting loose more than Cillian had ever expected. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely the least self-conscious around him that he’d ever seen her, and the smile hadn’t left his face all night. Any time she’d come back for a break and take a seat, they were pressed close together in the little booth, unintentionally being shoved even closer when someone in their group got up and moved to go to the bar or stand out on the floor, and they also had to practically shout to hear each other during the songs, each of them leaning in close and talking in the other’s ear to be heard over the music. They laughed about the over-the-top outfits of the band members, commented how much they loved a song, and just talked and joked with each other and everyone else in their group throughout the night, and the necessary proximity was secretly something that neither Y/N or Cillian were upset about.

At one point, after Y/N had been watching the group from the floor with Gareth for a bit, she moved back over to Cillian at the booth and leaned into him, the music loud as she noticed his empty glass and the emptied pitcher on the table.

“You want another beer?” she said, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she did so, at which Cillian was internally groaning.

“Yeah, but let me get it,” he said back, his breath warm on Y/N’s neck. As she felt it, a shiver of thrill ran up her spine, but she was then distracted as he slipped his wallet out of his pocket and began retrieving his debit card.

“That’s not gonna work,” Y/N leaned into him again, her chest pressed to his shoulder as she placed a hand on his wrist. “I’m not gonna use a card with your name on it. We’re trying to keep you unnoticed, remember?” She smiled at him.

With the way the night had been going, Cillian had momentarily forgotten the situation, but then at Y/N’s reality check, he was frowning.

“I don’t want you paying for everything,” he said to her.

“The beer here isn’t exactly pricey, Cill,” she said, then she gave him that sexy little smile of hers before she turned and walked to the bar, returning several minutes later with another pitcher of beer.

“What do I owe you?” Cillian joked as he watched her fill his glass.

Y/N smiled again.

“After this pitcher? Two and a half bucks,” she said jokingly, and Cillian chuckled.

After refilling her own glass, Y/N then shifted to remove her jacket, looking down and draping it over the edge of the booth as Cillian watched her. The flattering way her dress clung to her was even more obvious without the jacket in the way, and Cillian could see that she’d worked up the slightest little sweat from all her singing and dancing, her forehead along her hairline and her chest above the neckline of her dress displaying the littlest sheen.

“What do you think?” Cillian said to Y/N as she turned back towards him and reached for her glass again. “Are they as good as the real Queen?”

“If it’s possible, I think they might be better,” she replied jokingly with a grin.

“You could give Freddie up there a run for his money,” Cillian said then as he jerked his head towards the stage.

“Except I can’t grow the moustache,” she replied, at which Cillian laughed.

Just then, the intro beats to Another One Bites The Dust began to play, and Y/N looked at Cillian with widened eyes and a smile before she quickly stepped away to find Kat, who was eagerly also searching for her as she heard the song begin.

Once again, Cillian was smiling to himself as he watched how into the music Y/N got, but soon, he was distracted by her lower half as she began rocking her hips to every pulse of the beat, his eyes admiring her ass as she swayed back and forth with the tempo of the song. Eventually, when she turned towards him again, she grinned as she continued to sing along while meeting his eyes and emphatically pointing her fingers at him as she enacted the lyrics.

Y/N’s smile only grew bigger as soon as she saw Cillian’s. The night had definitely turned into something other than what she’d ever expected when they’d first headed to dinner, but as she held his eyes, she was very happy Cillian had joined them here. She was happy to see him having fun, and being in this type of setting and scenario highlighted his relaxed, chill personality. Casually reclined in the booth with a hand on his beer, he looked so good, and was every bit the definition of sexy and laid back, talking and laughing with the others and enjoying the music, drumming his fingers on the tabletop and occasionally singing along, his lips moving the slightest bit with the words. The unspoken vibe between them was somehow even more obvious here, and admittedly, Y/N was currently the least reserved around him that she’d ever been before. She was allowing herself to have fun and be a little silly, and also indulging in the opportunities to get close to him, but she couldn’t help it. The flirting between them on this trip had gone to another level, and her heart skipped a beat when she caught how Cillian was looking at her when she turned around again. Once more, she felt that sense of intimacy that hovered around them, highlighted by an unspoken, simmering sexual tension.

Soon, yet again due to Y/N, Cillian was distracted from his conversation with his friend after the next short break in the music. Watching her, Cillian was legitimately concerned he would lose his restraint as Killer Queen and then Fat Bottomed Girls was performed. Y/N embodied the insane sexiness of Killer Queen as she and Kat sang and gestured along to it, and when she then followed that up with repeatedly slapping her own ass and then bumping hips with Kat during Fat Bottomed Girls, Cillian was appreciative that the noise in the bar drowned out the aroused groans and curses he released as he watched Y/N slap her own ass again. Of course, she had no idea what she was doing to him, but that didn’t change anything.

Finally, the band performed the last song, which, befittingly, was We Are The Champions. As it began, Y/N turned and made her way back over to Cillian.

While he’d sang along and clearly enjoyed himself a lot, he hadn’t been out on the floor, for obvious reasons. However, Y/N seemed set on making him indulge for the final song, and as she reached him, she extended her hands and grabbed his forearms, encouraging him to stand up from the booth and sway along with everyone else in the bar as they sang along.

“You can’t call yourself a true Queen fan if you don’t at least stand up for this one,” she shouted to him, at which Cillian smiled and allowed her to pull him forward slightly before she released him.

Finally, after the song ended, many of the people in the bar began to shuffle around and make their way towards the exit. Slipping their masks back on, their small group reconvened and then headed out as well, and Y/N and Kat were laughing and chatting happily as they walked a few feet ahead of Cillian and the others.

As they made it to the end of the sidewalk and were awaiting the cross signal, Y/N and Kat were laughing distractedly and then belted out a song lyric while standing on the corner. As she was singing, Y/N suddenly took a step without looking and was nearly hit by a car that speedily turned the corner. As she realized what happened, she was shrieking and then laughing as Kat attempted to pull her out of the street, but, seeing what happened, Cillian was quickly stepping up as well, cursing under his breath as he firmly grabbed her hand, pulling her back towards him and keeping a protective grip around her fingers as he spoke.

“Ok, Freddie, encore’s over,” he said as he looked at her, and Y/N met his eyes over his mask.

Giggling, she tried to ignore the thrill she felt as Cillian closed his hand around hers and pulled her close.

“I have to give the people what they want,” she replied, smiling.

“Yeah, well, you’re not gonna be able to do that if you’re caught between a tire and the pavement,” he countered.

Giggling again, Y/N shook her head but didn’t move away from him, and when Cillian made no moves to let her go, she soon found herself crossing the street with him, Cillian subtly leading her and keeping his gaze forward as they then continued down the sidewalk.

As they made their way back to the hotel, Kat walked alongside them, she and Y/N still laughing and all of them chatting as Cillian and Y/N continued to hold hands. It was subtle, but Cillian’s fingers remained securely wrapped around Y/N’s, and Y/N didn’t know how to react. Of course, feeling her hand in his was so thrilling and enjoyable, but now, away from the bar, she was suddenly very shy again and was way too timid and surprised to respond in any way other than to just keep holding his hand but not acknowledge it out loud. That unspoken something between them was suddenly glaringly obvious to Y/N again, but she had no idea what to do other than try and act normal, despite how drawn to Cillian she was and the arousal she felt at the action. She blushed at the thought of those hands of his busying themselves on other parts of her.

As they entered the hotel, they had to drop hands in order to go through the revolving door, and then Y/N pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket and checked the time as they paused with Kat near the front desk.

“Is your alarm gonna be enough to get you up in a few hours, or do you want me to have them give you a wake-up call, too?” she asked him, referring to the front desk staff. “The car will be here to take us to The Morning Show at 5 a.m.”

Fuck. He’d momentarily forgotten about that. As soon as he’d taken her hand, Cillian could sense Y/N’s silent draw to him and her arousal, and had felt as she’d tucked in closer to him as she held his hand. But he could also see that her shyness had returned, and upon registering that, as well as the obvious blush still on her cheeks, his only thought had been taking Y/N back to his room and slowly but surely wearing down that shyness.

But now wasn’t the time.

“I’ll be fine with just the alarm,” Cillian answered her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Ok, well, since we’re right here, I’m gonna ask them to arrange a wake-up call for me, and then I want to go outside with Kat and make sure she catches her Uber ok.”

In response, Cillian just nodded.

They then quickly confirmed when Y/N would be at Cillian’s room with Gareth in the morning, and then Y/N was poised to turn and head over to Kat before she asked Cillian the trademark question.

“Is there anything you need?” she asked him, but Cillian shook his head.

“No,” he replied. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

But of course, that was a lie.

He needed plenty.

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Part 10: 2 of 3

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Enrique

Cillian could not stop grinning as he stood in the kitchen and looked at the to-go coffee cup in his hand.

He’d come downstairs from taking a quick shower after a very early morning run with Scout, knowing that Y/N would be by any minute to take the dog to the kennel before they left for New York.

But as he’d entered the kitchen, Cillian had found Scout already gone, and a to-go coffee cup on the counter of the island, along with a note from Y/N saying she’d be back in twenty minutes.

She’d picked up the dog even earlier than expected, and she’d obviously gotten Cillian the drink on her way over. Cillian hadn’t asked her to get him anything, and he knew she’d only done it so that she could tease him with another fake name.

As he looked at the cup again and then saw Y/N’s car pulling up to the house, Cillian still had a big grin on his face, and as he saw Y/N step out of her car and head towards the door, he realized that this was the first time he was actually looking forward to a trip like this, and it was because she was going to be with him. As a matter of fact, that was how he’d felt every day since the day she began working for him.

After letting herself into the house, Cillian heard Y/N heading towards the kitchen, and when she came through the doorway and saw him holding the coffee cup, she immediately smiled.

She could not have looked sexier or more effortlessly beautiful if she tried, Cillian thought. She was wearing those to-be-the-death-of-him black leggings and a plain white T-shirt under a jean jacket, her long hair down and the brightness in her eyes evident even beneath the sunglasses that she was still wearing. As she held her own to-go cup of coffee in one hand and removed her sunglasses with the other, she stepped further into the kitchen as she met Cillian’s eyes and smiled, stopping near him at the island and then greeting him with obvious amusement.

“Morning,” she said, and she felt the same giddiness she’d been feeling since she’d awoken early that morning.

Admittedly, Y/N was very excited for this trip. It was the first one she’d be joining Cillian overnight for, and she’d worked especially hard to make sure everything about the travel and his commitments would go completely smoothly and would hopefully be somewhat enjoyable for him. But the reason itself why she was so giddy was because she’d be with Cillian.

There was no doubt that she had grown even more comfortable with him over the last few months, and she had slowly but surely lost a good deal of her prior timidness and bashfulness around him. There was still a fair amount, but she had definitely become the most relaxed and “herself” that she’d been since she began working for him, and when she was around Cillian, she felt happy. They had a connection that seemed to be developing more every day, and although she was sure it was just her imagination, Y/N felt like there was an unspoken intimacy forming there.

There was so much enjoyment in being around each other, so much in common, and so much flirting and playfulness. A lot of times, it nearly felt as if they were in a relationship, the only missing piece being the actual physical intimacy, but she continued to force herself to try and ignore that, no matter how many times she secretly fantasized about kissing Cillian or doing...other things. She knew she had to remain professional, but, of course, that was easier said than done.

“Morning,” Cillian replied, matching her grin. Then he lifted the coffee cup and spoke again. “This wouldn’t be for me by any chance, would it?”

Y/N smiled.

“You didn’t want to be ‘Gene’ anymore,” she said, “and since that was too, how did you put it? ‘Lame and geriatric’ for you, I thought I’d go with something a little more exotic.”

Chuckling, Cillian shook his head.

“No? Still no good?” Y/N replied, trying to hold back her smile. “I guess I’ll just have to keep trying.”

Cillian chuckled again.

“How was Scout when you dropped him off?” he asked.

Y/N made a face of dramatic heartbreak.

“He was fine,” she replied with a pained voice. “Me? Not so much. I miss him already.”

“Hopefully, I’ll be good enough company for you on my own,” Cillian replied, to which Y/N averted her eyes sideways and made a face of pretend displeased doubt.

“Yeah, hopefully,” she said with playful sarcasm, and at that, Cillian stepped closer and met her eyes as she looked at him again.

“Maybe you should have just stayed at the kennel with the dog, then,” he said.

“I could get on board with that,” Y/N smiled as she replied. “Curled up on a big fluffy bed, my food brought to me, and surrounded by adorable dogs? Sounds pretty good to me.”

Cillian shook his head.

“First Class will have to do, instead,” he said with a smile. As he spoke, he retrieved his phone from his back pocket and quickly sent Y/N a text, at which her phone immediately dinged.

“What? What are you talking about?” Y/N said as she watched in confusion as Cillian tapped his phone.

When her own phone dinged seconds later, she pulled it from her jacket pocket and saw he’d just texted her a link to her boarding pass for their flight that morning. Tapping the link, her eyes soon widened as she looked closely at the details and saw that Cillian had upgraded her seat, moving her up from Coach, to First Class with him.

“Wha—… Cillian,” she said as she realized what he’d done and looked up at him. “Why did you do this?”

"I was planning on asking you why you didn't do it yourself? Why would you put yourself back in Coach?" he asked her.

"Because, I'm just...an assistant. I don't need any special treatment. And I would never take the liberty of booking myself for First Class with your money. I don't need to be up there."

Looking at her, Cillian replied.

"There's so much wrong about everything you just said that I don't even know where to correct you first," he said as he shook his head. "But if you call yourself 'just an assistant' one more time, I'm gonna change your seat again and have them put you down underneath with the luggage."

Giving him a sheepish little smile, Y/N answered.

"You didn't have to do this; I'm perfectly fine in Coach."

"You belong in First Class, and so that's where you'll be," he said decisively. "Even if I was still flying Coach like I used to, I'd still have put you up in First Class. That's where you belong."

Smiling and blushing, Y/N didn't know what to say. Prior to the huge influx of hype around him, Y/N knew that Cillian himself used to fly Coach. After all, the last thing he was was high maintenance. But now, with his increased popularity, he booked in First Class, which offered a bit more seclusion and privacy.

But, as the assistant, Y/N had immediately placed herself in Coach, which is what Krista had always expected she do. She hadn't given it another thought, and she'd never expected Cillian to do something like this. But it was clear he wouldn't allow her to argue with him any further, and so she didn’t try.

"This is very sweet of you," Y/N said as she looked between Cillian and her phone one more time. "Thank you so much."

"Well, don't thank me just yet," Cillian then replied as Y/N looked at him again, and he smiled. "After all, despite it being First Class, you still have to sit next to me, so I don't know if you can actually consider it an upgrade."

Giggling and grinning big at his joke, Y/N then replied with a tilt of her head and a click of her tongue in feigned disappointment.

"In that case, do you think that spot down by the luggage is still available instead?" she teased.

Chuckling, Cillian was fighting the incredibly strong urge to punish her with a kiss for her smart little remark, and Y/N herself was thinking just how natural it would feel to lean forward and give him a kiss right now. Instead, she forced herself to look down, and then she lifted her coffee cup to her mouth to try and feed the desire for contact that her lips were currently experiencing. As she was swallowing her sip, her phone dinged again.

"Our ride will be here any minute," she said after she'd read the new message. "I should get my bags out of my car."

Grabbing his own bags, which he'd wheeled into the kitchen with him, Cillian then followed Y/N outside, insisting on getting her bags out of her car for her and not allowing her to get them herself. As Y/N then stepped away to go and lock the door to the house, a black SUV came into sight as it slowly pulled up the driveway, and when the driver parked and got out to greet them, Cillian was already opening the trunk and lifting Y/N's bags in first.

"Please, Mr. Murphy, allow me," the driver said as he tried to intercept Cillian's actions, but Cillian was still insistent.

"I appreciate it, man, but I really should handle these," Cillian replied as he briefly looked over the driver's shoulder to Y/N, who met his eyes before he looked back to the driver and continued. "These are hers, and she's the important one around here, you know." Cillian nodded towards Y/N then, who smiled again as she rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement.

After the luggage was loaded, the driver invited Cillian and Y/N to get in the car, and as soon as they were making their way down the driveway, Y/N was reaching into her carry-on bag for her phone and the notepad she'd written several things down on, cross-checking their itinerary for the remainder of the day, and then the other three days they'd be in New York. As she placed a few quick phone calls, Cillian smiled to himself as he listened to her, Y/N knowing all the right things to say and it being clearly evident that her sweet, charming personality was advantageous to her work. Despite that being who she truly was, it definitely didn't hurt in the aspect of her job as well. Her personality was clearly how she got so many people to do what she asked without a lot of pushback when arranging things. Once again, Cillian wondered how Krista (or anyone) could ever be so cold to someone so warm.

Upon arriving at the airport, Y/N reached into her bag again as the car slowed to a stop at the curb. Pulling out two disposable face masks, she handed one to Cillian as she then looped her own over her ears. Despite the fact that COVID had passed and the related precautions were no longer mandatory, it was still a good excuse, and after putting on his own mask, Cillian then lifted the hood of his hoodie over his head before meeting Y/N's eyes as she slipped her mask over her mouth.

"Ready?" she asked him, to which he gave her a confirmation, and then she opened the car door.

There were tons of people milling about, with plenty of them sprinkled in who were also donning masks. The fact that he and Y/N would be able to make their way through the airport with minimal attention due to the masks was ideal, and Cillian smiled to himself again as he watched Y/N quickly speak to the aging airport attendant at the curb, clearly charming him. When they were done, she then came back up to Cillian and grabbed her carry-on out of his hand, which he'd been holding for her.

"When we start walking, pretend you have a bad limp," she said to him quietly, out of earshot of the attendant.

"What?" Cillian said, his smile changing to a look of confusion, which was obvious to Y/N even beneath his mask.

"When we start walking inside, pretend you have a bad limp," she said again. "Once we get inside, go and sit over by the windows and wait for me. That attendant is old enough that he doesn't know who you are, and so I gave him your ID and ticket already and asked him to start checking you in, and then I'm gonna go meet him at the counter to check-in myself. I told him you can't walk very well or stand for long because you recently injured your leg, and so after he checks us in, he's having one of those trolley cart guys pick us up and take us to security and then the gate. This way, we'll avoid you getting attention at the counter and we’ll be able to get to the gate without much chance for interruption."

After he processed everything Y/N had said, Cillian looked at her with an expression of entertained surprise.

"You're just a little evil genius, aren't you?" he said.

Y/N's smile beneath her mask reached her eyes.

"Are you going to aid in the plot, or destroy my plan?" she joked back.

"I don't know if I can limp under pressure," Cillian replied, still smiling.

"I thought you were a professional actor," Y/N teased, and then they smiled at each other again before turning and beginning to head inside.

Doing as Y/N said, Cillian faked a limp on his way over to the benches near the windows just inside, then took a seat and kept his head down, looking at his phone as Y/N checked herself in. After she'd made her way back over and stopped in front of him, her smile was once again clearly evident even beneath her mask.

"How'd I do?" Cillian asked as he met her eyes.

"Believable enough that they're still offering the trolley cart," she replied.

As Cillian laughed, an airport employee pulled up alongside them in the promised trolley cart, and after loading their bags onto it, he waited patiently as Cillian pretended to struggle to get on, and then after Y/N had sat down beside him, they were off.

"Not bad," she teased him under her breath, and Cillian could only laugh again.

After making it to security, both Y/N and Cillian were briefly forced to remove their masks as the TSA attendant verified them against their IDs. It was obvious this individual did know who Cillian was, but he was fortunately too caught off guard to say anything, just staring at Cillian as he speechlessly watched him put his mask back on and take his ID back from him. After making it through the security checks without any issues, they were soon back on the trolley cart and heading for the gate, Cillian winking at Y/N above his mask as their eyes met when she shifted to adjust her carry-on bag. Y/N tried to ignore the skip of her heart as Cillian winked at her, and instead re-adjusted her bag again in an attempt to cover up her reaction.

Besides the ride they were provided with, another advantage of Cillian's fake injury was that they were permitted to board the plane first, along with the other passengers who had any handicaps. After making it to their seats, they kept their masks on as the other passengers boarded, and once the stewardesses were closing the divider curtain to Coach and going through the safety demonstration, Y/N then removed her mask and leaned forward, opening her carry-on bag. As she retrieved a small blanket from inside and then laid it over her lap, Cillian was immediately giving her an amused look of curiosity.

"I always get cold on flights," Y/N said quietly to him, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the stewardess' demonstration but seeing the question in Cillian's expression. Although he still hadn't removed his mask, she knew nearly every look he had by now.

"We haven't even taken off yet," he replied.

"True, but it's already chilly in here," Y/N countered in defense, and when Cillian smiled in amusement again, Y/N pretended to be mad.

"Alright, which of these other passengers do you think would be willing to switch seats with me?" she asked in playful annoyance, but when she shifted, Cillian reached out and grabbed her blanket, covering an area of her leg that was still exposed and then tucking it along the armrest of her seat.

"Sorry, you have to stay here," he said. "I may need you for something."

"Like what?" Y/N asked with a smile. "You already have your socks on, so you should be all set," she teased. Simultaneously, a shiver ran through her, but it wasn't due to the chill of the cabin, but the thrill of Cillian's palm skimming over her thigh as he adjusted her blanket for her.

Just then, Y/N's phone dinged, and since they hadn't left the gate yet, the service was still connected. Leaning forward and pulling her phone out of her bag, Y/N opened the message and was instantly smiling.

"Aww, look at him," she said as she held her phone.

Shifting his gaze, Cillian's eyes landed on Y/N's phone screen, and as he saw that the message was a photo of Scout that the kennel owner had sent, he was chuckling in disbelief as he read the accompanying text.

"You asked her to send you photos of him?" Cillian said.

"Maybe," Y/N replied.

"You haven't even been apart from him for three hours."

Turning to look at Cillian, Y/N smiled, and as she realized that he'd removed his mask when she'd been retrieving her phone, her eyes were quickly glancing over his handsome features as their faces were close.

"You clearly just don't love him like I do," she replied quietly with a soft smile.

"I used to," Cillian responded, keeping his face close to Y/N's. "But ever since he chose you as his new favorite, I've been feeling a little rebuffed."

Y/N giggled.

"If you want, I can talk to him when we get back home," she joked.

Cillian shook his head.

"No, I don't want pity affection from him. It was fun while it lasted, but he's clearly your dog now."

Giggling again, Y/N gave Cillian a look of sympathy.

"I'm sorry," she said, and they continued to smile at each other. “If it’s any consolation, I still like you.”

At that, Cillian’s pulse quickened, but then Y/N blushed as she realized what she’d said, and she hurriedly continued.

“Besides, the minute we were pulling away from the house this morning and he realized you weren’t with us, he was looking back out the window and whining, so I don’t think you’re quite as much of an afterthought as you think.”

Chuckling then, Cillian had noted the blush that spread over Y/N’s face as she’d tried to recover from saying she liked him. It was obvious she had momentarily let herself slip, and the fact that she meant it, but hadn’t intended to say it so freely, was adorable, and Cillian smiled to himself once more.

At that point, the stewardesses had concluded the safety demonstration, and Y/N switched her phone to airplane mode for takeoff. But once they were at cruising altitude and the stewardesses were beginning to make their way through the cabin to offer refreshments, she switched it back on, and a new notification immediately buzzed onto the screen.

“What the fuck is that Wordle thing anyway?” Cillian asked, having looked down at Y/N’s phone and seeing the notification she’d received to take her try at the day’s entry. Upon hearing him and also looking at her phone, Y/N then lifted her head to look at him in feigned disgust.

“You are so out of touch, it’s not even funny,” she teased him. Then she immediately picked up her phone and leaned closer to show him, tapping the notification and opening the screen.

“It’s a daily game where you have six chances to guess a chosen five-letter word. It shows you if any of the letters you’ve chosen are correct, and if they’re in the right place, and then you have get it right before you run out of chances. The fewer tries it takes you, the better you are.”

The entire time she’d been explaining the game, Cillian had been looking at her with an expression that said, “Really?” And when Y/N looked back up at him, he spoke.

“And this is stimulating entertainment for people?” he said sarcastically, to which Y/N gave him a look of her own.

“Have you ever even tried it?”

“What do you think?” Cillian replied with another smirk.

“Then you can’t criticize,” Y/N said. “It’s fun, and you use your head. It’s a good little game.”

“Or you could just read a book,” Cillian countered, to which Y/N gave him a playful glare.

“Ok, well, here,” she then shoved her phone in his hand and gestured to the screen. “Give it your best shot, Mr. Smarty Pants.”

Grinning, Cillian took Y/N’s phone, and they were soon huddled together as she watched him try to figure out the day’s word, laughing as she kept having to correct him.

“No, no, you have that letter in the wrong spot. That’s why it’s yellow. So, it’s in the word somewhere, but not there. Stop guessing words that have it there.”

When Cillian typed another guess but it was still wrong, Y/N yanked her phone out of his hand.

“No, no! Gimme that, you dummy!”

Cillian laughed.

“Wow, you’re mean,” he said.

“You’re ruining my average,” Y/N replied defensively.

“Geez, introduce a little competition, and she’s suddenly a completely different woman,” he teased.

“There!” Y/N replied triumphantly as she guessed the correct answer on the last chance. “Solved, no thanks to you.” Then she turned her head and looked at Cillian. “Fun, huh?”

Cillian shook his head.

“Dumb,” he said, but then he gestured to her phone again. “Let me try another one.”

Grinning widely, Y/N passed him her phone again.

“See? It’s addictive.”

She then opened a version of the game on her phone that you could continue playing, rather than the daily version that only had one entry per day. The two of them continued to play the game together, Y/N inserting plenty of “No, no’s!” and “Gimme that’s!” and wrestling her phone out of Cillian’s hands repeatedly each time he made a mistake. By a certain point, he had gotten the hang of it, but was still intentionally screwing it up just to tease her, and he laughed at every one of her adorable utterances of harmless frustration with him.

“I know that you’re just mocking me now,” Y/N said when Cillian guessed a word that didn’t have a single letter containing the previously guessed correct ones. “Just for that, you’re all done!” And she yanked her phone back a final time and slipped it back into her bag. When she turned back to him again, he smiled.

“Remind me to never play any games with you again. I’m certain I have a bruise from how many times you just elbowed me in the ribs.”

Holding back a smile, Y/N rolled her eyes, but they were then interrupted as one of the stewardesses timidly approached them.

“Mr. Murphy?” she said, and both Cillian and Y/N looked up. “I’m so sorry to bother you, and I apologize if this seems unprofessional, but is there a chance I could have your autograph? I’m a huge fan of yours.”

And then it began. After politely and kindly acknowledging the stewardess and giving her his autograph and a quick picture (which Y/N took), the entire First Class cabin was soon quietly humming with whispers as everyone else soon realized Cillian’s presence. For the next forty minutes, Cillian was kindly obliging to passengers’ requests for autographs and photos, and, as usual, he remained very humble and friendly as he did so. The entire time, Y/N was smiling at his demeanor, and every time their eyes met as he was being approached, she giggled as she could tell that, while he was being genuine with these people, he also wished it would stop.

When the small hype of excitement at his presence had finally died down and Y/N had taken the last photo with a passenger, Cillian was finally able to settle back into his seat next to her.

“Very nice, Mr. Murphy,” she gently teased him in a quiet whisper, then handed him the cup of tea she’d requested for him from the stewardess while he’d been occupied. “As always, you’re a hit.”

Gratefully taking the cup from her, Cillian smiled and met her eyes.

“Are we there yet?” he jokingly asked.

Y/N smiled.

“A few more hours yet, so here, you may as well keep practicing.” She then handed him his phone, on which he saw she’d downloaded the word game app for him. Cillian laughed as he looked down and saw what she’d done.

Pulling her blanket around herself some more, Y/N scooted lower in her seat and rested back as she watched Cillian play a few rounds on his phone next to her, smiling in silent amusement.

After taking a drink of his tea, Cillian then took a try at a few more rounds of the game. When he finally got one on the second try, he turned to look at Y/N with boastful triumph, but his expression quickly changed when he saw her eyes had closed and she’d clearly fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily as she was tucked into the seat.

After admiring her for a moment, Cillian was then slipping his phone back into his pocket and getting more comfortable in his own seat. After looking at Y/N one more time, he had no doubt in his mind.

This was already the best work trip he’d ever been on.

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Lovely View- Tommy x Grace

Tommy wakes up Grace for a surprise* Fluff (request from A03)

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Lovely View

Grace groaned as she felt a foreign touch on the thigh. She knew the hands, just not the texture.

She stretched and yawned. One green eye cracked open as if to assure her sleep filled eyes and brain that it was in fact the object of her desires.

“Tommy, what time is it?” Her voice cracked and heavy with sleep. She blinked a few times, the clock read 6 a.m. She didn’t have work today and he’d promised to take the day off and spend time with her. Instead he was already up, shaved and dressed for a day out.

Had something happened?

“Time to get up, lazy posh girl. I have a surprise planned.” His deep voice rumbled, seemingly bored but she’d caught the lilt of amusement in it. He was playing with her.

She wasn’t awake enough for this.

“The suns not even up yet, why are you awake? You promise to spend the day with me.”

“And I am trying to. I told you, "I have a surprise planned, comme on, up with you.” Drags blankets and sheets off causing her to chill. She scowled in response, earning a chuckle from him.

She knew he wasn’t going to give up but she wasn’t willing to give in without a playful fight.

“Tommy, don't you ever enjoy sleep? Some of us need it, call it beauty sleep.” she replied grumpily as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She scrounged the headboard for her robe.

“Haven't slept since France. Besides, if you get any more beautiful Grace I’ll have to take you so far out in the country that no one will know we exist out there. Let's go.” His impatience was enduring. She’d also seen enough of his personality to be aware that he’d haul her outside soon in just her nightgown and robe if she didn’t comply.

It had taken her ten minutes, he’d even helped by brushing her hair and putting her coat on her.

She wanted to question why this event was timed but knew he wouldn’t tell.

“Skipping breakfast?” She walked past the entrance of the house, two horses were saddled and waiting for them outside. He had his hand on the small of her back as she gently ushered her out.

He handed her a lantern, her guess was to guide the horse in the dark, she was surprised when they started toward the trees and countryside proper.

“Tommy, where are we going?” She sounded hesitant, she knew nothing bad was going to happen but usually activities in the dark meant illegal things.

“I told you, it's a surprise Grace. There will be breakfast, come on.” He clicked his tongue which was a command to the horse's throat and picked up the pace.

As they crested a hill the valley beneath them exploded in vivid golds, oranges and yellows. The sunrise was coming up over the hill.

The sky was set in soft pastels of yellows, pinks and blues like an easter egg. Tommy grabbed her horse and they sat just watching the day come alive.

“Look over there Grace.” He pointed to a little table now fully illuminated near a wagon. She grinned. Johnny Doggs had been camped here all night to presumably set up the surprise for her.

She smiled at him and reached out to hold his hand.

“Thought I’d get you out of that house, I know since we got back you’ve had a lot of adjustments.” He turned their horses and led them slowly down the hill.

A gentle breeze picked up and flooded Graces of the nostril with the smell of eggs and bacon. Her stomach gave a rumble or approval. She sheepishly grinned as he laughed. Little did she know, he was hungry too.

“It was worth waking up early for Tommy. Thank you.” She sat down on a chair near a little table they had set up the night before.

“So, are there any more surprises I should prepare for today?” A cheeky twinkle and a wink was sent his way. He shook his head no.

“Thought we could spend the day together quietly. See where it leads.” He added as he eagerly devoured his food. He’d been up for an extra two hours this morning to pull this off. He was done planning for the day.

“It's too cold to have sex here Thomas, there is still dew on the grass.” She grinned as she bit into her bread and jam. He raised an eyebrow as if to scold her for her dirty thoughts. She knew better, he loved it when her mind and mouth were on him.

“Is that all you think about Grace?” He rolled his eyes but she could see the board smile from his mug.

“Shut up.”

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meister95 · 6 months ago

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Celebrating my 30th birthday today by posting this legendary pic😍

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meister95 · 6 months ago

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Oh.my.god🔥

All I Want For Christmas Is You

One Shot: Robert and Y/N from After Hours

*This one shot has slight foreshadowing of things we haven't gotten to in the main series yet, but no big spoilers.*

***!!!Warning: Mature sexual content. Minors, DNI. 18+ readers only!!!***

“Right, thanks,” Robert said to his friend and colleague, Mitch, as he took the papers from him and the two of them walked with the other board members to the door of his office. “It can wait until after the holidays. This proposal draft'll do for now, and then I’ll have Y/N reach out to the team in the new year if she has any notes to add before submitting it.”

“Alright, sounds good,” Mitch responded, and the two of them then said goodbye and happy holidays to the rest of the departing board members before Mitch spoke again.

“You and Y/N have any special plans for Christmas?” he asked Robert as he looked down at his phone.

“Apparently, she’s got a few little surprises in store,” Robert answered as he smiled. “But she refuses to fill me in, so I’ll have to wait and see. But I don’t think it’s where we’re leaving town or anything. That’s not happening until New Year’s.”

Slipping his phone in his pocket and looking up, Mitch smiled then.

“Still planning on taking her to Paris?” he asked.

Smiling back, Robert nodded in confirmation.

“Flights are arranged and everything else is booked,” he said. “We leave on the 28th. But I’m keeping it a surprise, so make sure Lucy doesn’t slip any hints to Y/N.”

Mitch smiled again at the mention of his wife. Lucy and Y/N had become fast friends after meeting several months ago during a dinner party they’d all attended.

“I made it a point not to tell her,” Mitch replied with a shake of his head. “That woman can’t keep a secret to save her life. Y/N can tell her all about it after you guys get back.”

Robert nodded again.

“I just have to keep it under wraps for another week,” he said.

“So you’re not gonna tell her until the day you’re leaving?” Mitch raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not gonna tell her until we get to the airport,” Robert smirked, picturing how surprised and excited Y/N would be as soon as he got her on the plane. She’d always wanted to go to Paris; he’d known that about her even before he and Y/N had finally gotten together.

“That might be a mistake,” Mitch gave him an amused grin.

“Why?” Robert asked.

“Because she won’t have a chance to pack. Don’t you know how much time women need to prepare for a trip? I mean, Lucy needs at least a week’s notice for a single overnight somewhere.”

Laughing, Robert shook his head.

“We’re not bringing any luggage,” he said. “I’ve got it arranged for there to be plenty of clothes for her there to choose from, and also all the toiletries and stuff she uses will be there, too. I’m having the staff at the hotel get it all laid out for her ahead of time so that it’s already in the room when we get there.”

“Wow,” Mitch responded, clearly impressed. “Pulling out all the stops, huh?”

“She’s always wanted to go,” Robert said, shrugging his shoulders in gesture of him viewing the preparations he’d made as only logical. “And I think she’ll enjoy it even more if it’s a total surprise.”

Mitch smirked again as he replied.

“When I surprised Lucy with a ski trip to Aspen when we were still dating, she spent the first two days of the trip pretending to not feel well because, unbeknownst to me, she’d lied when we first met and she said she knew how to ski. Then when she finally came clean, we got in a huge argument about whose fault it was that the trip was a bust: her for lying about knowing how to ski, or me for not telling her ahead of time where we were going.”

Laughing, Robert shook his head again.

“I think we’ll be fine,” he said. “I haven’t planned anything that I don’t have a pretty strong sense that she’ll love.”

Just as he’d finished speaking, Robert’s phone began ringing, and as he pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was Y/N calling, he smiled.

“Someone’s ears were burning,” he said as he looked at Mitch again, at which Mitch chuckled.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said to Robert, turning for the door. “You guys have a great time. Merry Christmas and happy New Year’s.”

“Thanks; same to you and Lucy. Let’s plan to regroup after the holidays, yeah?” Robert replied, and Mitch nodded in agreement and then headed out of Robert’s office.

His eyes lowering to his phone again, Robert answered the call as he walked back to his desk, seeing the winter sky outside the floor to ceiling windows already darkening with the early evening sunset.

“Hey, angel,” he said, his tone loving as he greeted Y/N with his phone in one hand while he began powering down his computer with his other hand. “I was gonna call you in a few minutes.”

“Hi,” Y/N replied, sounding apologetic. “Shoot, I’m sorry! Did I interrupt? I guessed the meeting had ended by now, but are you guys running over? You can call me back when you’re done.”

“No, not at all,” Robert replied, shaking his head. “We just finished up, so I’ll be home soon. Just shutting things down here and then I’m on my way.”

“Oh, ok, that’s why I was calling. I just wanted to check and see if you’d still be home when you expected, or if things were going to run a little late. I just got home myself and I’m just trying to time dinner.”

“I’m leaving in five minutes,” Robert confirmed.

“Ok, good,” Y/N replied warmly. “I missed you today.”

Robert smiled.

“Just today?” he teased her. “You’re supposed to miss me every day.”

Y/N giggled.

“You know I do,” she answered.

“I missed you, too,” Robert continued then, his tone more serious once more. “I’m sorry this last week and a half has had us hardly seeing each other, but everything’s wrapped up now, so now we can just relax for the holidays.”

“Don’t apologize; it comes with the territory,” Y/N replied then. “I’m just happy we’ll have the rest of the year to ourselves.”

Robert grinned.

“Me too,” he said. “Because I’m ready for plans that only involve you, me, and a blanket.”

Of course, he’d continue to keep the Paris trip a secret until they were pulling up to the plane.

Y/N giggled again.

“Are you sure? You’re not up for anything else that might come along?”

Robert grinned once more.

“Are you ever going to actually hit me with one of these surprises that you keep alluding to, or are you just going to keep tormenting me?” he said with clear amusement in his voice.

“The sooner you come home, the sooner you can find out,” Y/N answered with a smile.

Turning out the lights and closing his office door behind him, Robert himself was still smiling as he headed for the elevators.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” he said. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Smiling to herself, Y/N placed the final things she’d need throughout the living room, trying to make them as inconspicuous as possible, which wasn’t too difficult due to the other Christmas decorations scattered throughout the room. Then, checking the time on her phone, she quickly went to the kitchen to set the oven to “Warm” to keep dinner kept for her and Robert until later on.

She had just finished placing a dining chair in the center of the living room and dimming the lights when she heard Robert’s key in the front door and then it opening and closing behind him as he entered the condo. Quickly, she grabbed her long bathrobe off the back of the sofa where she’d temporarily left it and then slipped inside the half-bath before Robert made it into the kitchen.

After taking off his coat and dropping his keys on the entryway table, Robert headed for the kitchen, the aroma of dinner and the warmth of knowing Y/N was there immediately making him feel more relaxed. Ever since she had moved in with him, he’d felt a sense of happiness in his place that he never had before. Y/N’s presence and the little touches she put into everything made it feel like home, and knowing that their relationship was steadily moving forward and that he was coming home to her every night made Robert so, so happy.

But when he entered the kitchen, Y/N wasn’t there as he expected, and after looking beyond the dining area to the living room, Robert still didn’t see her, but he noticed that one of the dining table chairs was sitting in the middle of the room near the Christmas tree. His brows furrowed in confusion as he headed into the living room, and Robert took another few steps before looking around once more and then calling out for her.

“Y/N?”

He heard her answer him, her voice coming from the bathroom.

“Hey, baby, I’ll be right out.”

“What’s with the chair in here?” he asked, but he heard the faucet in the bathroom suddenly turn on then, and Y/N didn’t answer him. Waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, Robert wandered further into the living room and stopped to leaf through the day's mail that Y/N had left on the coffee table.

Smiling to herself once more as she heard him, Y/N couldn’t help thinking again how unbelievably happy she was. It was hard to believe that it had already been just under a year ago that she and Robert had been on their first date, and now they were here. It was three months ago that he had asked her to move in with him, and while ordinarily, that might have seemed fast, in their case, it was the natural thing to do. And living with Robert and having “home” now meaning being here with him and always having each other made Y/N feel so incredibly happy.

Switching off the bathroom light and opening the door, Y/N stepped out into the hallway and then stopped at the threshold of the living room, but she didn’t see Robert as she’d expected to.

“Robbie?” she said, but then when she stepped further into the room, she saw him leaning over the coffee table, examining the mail. He straightened up and turned to look at her when she said his name, and they each smiled as their eyes met.

"Hey," Robert said to Y/N as he looked at her. He noticed she had her bathrobe on already, which seemed a little odd, but he didn't think any more of it as she approached him and greeted him back.

"Hey," Y/N repeated as she crossed the floor and stopped in front of Robert. As she lifted her arms and wound them around his neck, he simultaneously slipped his arms around her waist as they pressed against each other and met for a sweet kiss.

"I'm glad you're home," Y/N said quietly when they parted. "I missed you."

Robert smiled as he heard her repeat herself from earlier.

"I missed you, too," he also repeated. "But now we've got two weeks with no interruptions."

Y/N stroked the nape of his neck as she felt him squeeze her tighter, and she spoke again.

"Perfect," she said, and she leaned forward again and gave him another peck on the lips.

"Planning on going to bed early?" Robert asked her when she'd pulled back, softly tugging on the edge of her robe in indication of her attire.

"No," Y/N said as she smiled. "Just trying to get comfortable and relax, which is something I think you should be doing, too."

As she said that, she slid her hands from Robert's neck down to his front, stopping at the buttons of his suit jacket and beginning to open them. When she had them all undone, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders and tossed it over the arm of the couch, Robert replacing his hands on her waist after he'd momentarily let her go to allow her to remove his jacket.

"That's better," Y/N said as she then reached up again and slightly loosened his tie. "Now, you need to sit down and relax."

Robert squeezed her again, but at the mention of sitting down, he was once more questioning her.

"Speaking of sitting down, what's with the chair in here?" he asked again as he jerked his head to the dining chair in indication.

"Well," Y/N began with a smile, "you know those surprises I've been hinting at? You can find out what one or two of them are right now if you go and sit down in that chair."

Not knowing what Y/N had in store but very intrigued nonetheless, Robert raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a good idea?" he asked with amusement. "I'm not sure whether to be nervous or excited."

Humming a little laugh and giving him another quick kiss, Y/N spoke softly against his lips.

"Oh, I think it's a very good idea," she said, her tone seductive.

She released him then and encouraged him to go sit down, and although Y/N already had him slightly riled up with how playful and sexy she was being, Robert did as she indicated and crossed the floor to the chair. After sitting down, he looked up at her and gave her an amused, expectant look.

"So," Y/N began as she stood close in front of him, "there's one thing I've been wanting you to have for a long time, but it took me a while to find it. But I felt that it was really important that you have it, and so once I finally found it, I thought it was only appropriate to give it to you for Christmas."

Seeing as she wasn't holding a gift or package in her hands, Robert furrowed his brow in confusion as he slightly shook his head.

"What's 'it'?" he asked her.

Reaching out and grabbing Robert's hands, Y/N brought them to the belt of her robe and held them there against her waist.

"Open this up and you'll find out," she said with a smile.

Now uncertain whether he was more confused or aroused, Robert hesitated for a moment as he gave Y/N another quizzical look. But then, when she released his hands and softly jostled her hips in encouragement, Robert dropped his eyes to her waist and began to undo the belt of her robe.

Once he had the belt untied, Robert allowed it to fall before then gripping the edges of the robe and slowly parting them. But once he had the two sides of the garment far enough apart to see what she was wearing underneath, his expression changed from slight confusion to a huge smile, and he couldn't help it as he let out a big laugh, Y/N then reaching up and pulling the robe the rest of the way off herself as she also let out a giggle.

She was wearing a light blue sweater with a huge panda bear face centered in the middle. It was an adult size, but she'd clearly selected the size for him and not herself, as, on her, the sleeves were a bit too long and the hem came down to her upper thighs, her legs bare underneath. Still laughing, Robert reached out and grabbed the hem in his hand as Y/N continued to smile at his reaction.

"I never should have told you about that," Robert said, repeating himself from when he'd told her the whole story during the night of their first date. He tightened his grip on the hem and pulled her closer as she giggled again.

"Of course you should have," Y/N replied as she stepped between Robert's legs and laid her hands on his forearms as he held her. "Otherwise, if you hadn't, how would I ever have known that you needed a new one?"

Robert was still smiling as he replied.

"Where did you even find this?"

"I have my sources," she replied. "And when it comes to Christmas, I had to get you something special that I knew you'd want to wear every day," she teased him.

Laughing again with another shake of his head, Robert released the hem of the sweater and met Y/N's eyes once more.

"So, if it's for me," he said, "then why are you wearing it?"

At that, Y/N raised her eyebrows and smiled seductively, and she lifted one of her knees and carefully placed it on the seat of the chair between Robert's legs, kneeling and leaning forward into him slightly. As she did, Robert instinctively lifted his hands and grabbed her waist.

"Because I wanted to give you two surprises tonight, and the next one just happens to be under this sweater," Y/N said sensually.

Robert was immediately aroused once again at Y/N's words, tone, and closeness, but he turned to watch as she then shifted.

After her last sentence, Y/N glanced away from Robert for a moment and stretched her arm out to the nearby table to reach for something, which Robert saw was a Santa Claus hat as she drew back to him. What he didn't realize was that she'd also hit the "Play" button on the remote for the sound system, and as Y/N returned to her previous position between his legs, the familiar notes of "All I Want For Christmas Is You" began to sound in the room.

As the intro to the song started, Y/N silently placed the Santa hat on Robert's head, and then she leaned down and forward against him, placing a seductive kiss on his neck before pulling back again. As badly as Robert didn't want to let her pull away, Y/N wiggled her way out of his hands before then removing her knee from the chair and taking a step back but remaining in front of him. She then reached down to her thighs and lifted the sweater, pulling it over her head and off of herself and then dropping it to the floor, each one of her movements intentionally seductive and timed to the song's intro strikes of the bells and piano. As Y/N dropped the sweater on the floor and Robert saw what she was wearing underneath, the only reason he couldn't hear in his ears how quickly his heartbeat was suddenly rising with the sight of her was because the music was louder than his pulse.

She had on a rich red lace teddy with a tiny little flowy skirt, and the teddy was accented with little bows and large cutouts that displayed generous amounts of her beautiful skin. Her breasts were perfectly accentuated in the molded cups, and with her hair so voluminous, her eyes sparkling with seductive mischief, and her lips stained a deep red that matched the color of the teddy, she looked irresistibly sexy and so beautiful, and Robert could feel his cock already stiffening in his pants.

As the intro to the song was winding down, Y/N stepped forward to Robert once more, and on the beat, she plucked the Santa hat off him and placed it on her own head instead before leaning forward a final time. Dragging her palms slowly down his chest over his shirt, she then gave him another sensual kiss on his neck before then moving her face to his and hovering just over Robert's mouth, ghosting seductively close over his lips but not kissing him as the last beats and lyrics of the intro played.

...Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Already desperate to kiss her, Robert tried chasing Y/N's lips as she teased over him, but she pulled away before he could, then quickly moved backwards, sliding on the balls of her feet as the beat of the song picked up and smiling at him as she held his eyes and began to move, placing her hands on her waist and then swaying her hips to the beat.

I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need

She then turned around quickly and moved to the tree.

I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

Bending down, she picked up an empty box she'd wrapped earlier and held it up, shaking it and pretending to wonder what was inside before she gave a displeased expression and tossed the box back to the floor.

I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace

Y/N danced over to the mantle and grabbed an empty stocking she'd laid flat on top of it earlier, lifting it but then shaking her head and dropping it to the floor.

Santa Claus won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day

She then grabbed a fluffy brown teddy bear she'd also placed on the mantle and held it against her cheek, giving it a quick squeeze before then once again shaking her head and tossing it aside.

Then, she quickly danced back over to Robert and stopped in front of him, lifting her hands to his cheeks and gently pulling his face close.

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

She rubbed his nose with hers in an eskimo kiss, then ghosted over his lips again but still didn't kiss him before giving him another sexy look and then backing away again.

As soon as Robert had realized what Y/N was up to, he'd felt an incredibly debilitating arousal run through him. Admittedly, he'd always wanted her to do this for him, and, in fact, if he had it his way, it'd be a pretty regular thing. But ever since they'd been together, she hadn't done anything like this for him, and, as badly as he wanted to, he'd never asked her. Although everything about her job at Plume and him previously seeing her perform without her knowledge was now in the past, Robert wasn't sure if it was still a touchy subject. They'd briefly discussed the whole situation when they'd first gotten together, but he wasn't sure if she was still secretly shy or embarrassed about it all, and he didn't ever want her to think that he expected this from her or that she needed to do this to make him happy. Truthfully, their sex life was pretty fucking amazing even without anything like this, but Robert had still secretly always wanted her to feel comfortable enough to do this for him as well, and now that she apparently was, he could not be happier.

Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas

I won't even wish for snow

As Robert continued to watch her, Y/N was still smiling at him as she continued to shake her her hips to the beat and wiggle her fingers while lowering her hands to imitate falling snow.

I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe

Y/N plucked a bunch of mistletoe from within the branches of the Christmas tree and briefly held it over her head while she looked at Robert and puckered her lips. She then tossed it aside and quickly glided over to the nearby table.

I won't make a list and send it to the North Pole for Saint Nick

She picked up a pen and pad of paper she'd placed there earlier and then just as quickly, gently tossed them away.

I won't even stay awake to hear those magic reindeer click

She playfully lifted her eyes to the ceiling and pointed her finger upwards in indication of the roof. She then moved back in front of Robert.

'Cause I just want you here tonight

Holding onto me so tight

After reaching Robert, Y/N turned around away from him and then backed into him, briefly resting on his lap and picking up his hands, wrapping his arms around her waist. She was lightly, sensually grinding her bottom against Robert's lap as she perched there, and Robert groaned and tightened his grip on her hips as she did so. Y/N smiled to herself again as she felt the stiffness of Robert's cock beneath her, and when she turned her head over her shoulder and gave him the sexiest little look, Robert was unable to stop himself from rocking his hips up into her and squirming in the chair.

What more can I do?

Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you

You, baby

Very aroused herself at this point, Y/N had a hard time pulling away from Robert again. Since they'd gotten together, she had never done this for him, even though she'd always secretly wanted to, very much. But she'd had lingering embarrassment about the whole past situation for so long that she hadn't had the nerve to do it.

It wasn't because Robert had said or done anything since then that made her feel like she should be embarrassed or self-conscious about it — he had only ever been so incredibly sweet and loving with her. But like she'd felt after first finding out that he'd seen her this way, there was a difference between doing this on a stage in a room full of strangers and doing it for one person in an actual intimate way. But she had definitely always wanted to do this for him, and she'd decided that there wouldn't be a better time or reason to finally take the plunge. And as she saw (and felt) how much Robert was clearly enjoying it, as well as how it made her feel so sexy for him, she was very glad she'd finally let go of the hesitation.

Reluctantly pushing Robert's hands off her hips and forcing herself out of his lap, Y/N stood up and moved away from him once more, again gliding on her feet and doing all her little movements as the song continued.

Oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere

And the sound of children's laughter fills the air

And everyone is singing

I hear those sleigh bells ringing

Lifting her hands behind her waist, Y/N quickly unfastened the removable skirt of her teddy, and she teasingly held it up in the air for a second before releasing it and letting it flutter to the floor. She had to bite her lip to stop from smiling even wider as she saw Robert's eyebrows rise and him squirming in the chair again, trying to maintain some semblance of composure while sitting there with an obvious erection. But Robert's current aroused unease in the chair was nothing compared to what it became when Y/N then turned around and allowed him to see what was beneath the tiny skirt.

He had never before experienced such difficulty with sitting still, but when he watched Y/N back away from him again and then lift her hands to the back of her waist, he was unprepared for the level of desirous discomfort he felt as soon as she removed her little skirt and turned around.

He was presented with the visual of her gorgeous, bare, rounded bottom, the backside of her teddy tapering into a thong and beautifully showing off her perfect ass. Robert's reaction was once again drowned out by the music, but he couldn't help but mutter a deep curse under his breath in wanting awe, his eyes glued to Y/N as she showed herself to him. His chest was now rising and falling rapidly, and his pants were now painfully tight, but when he tilted his head and looked more closely as Y/N turned around to face him again, he felt a level of need he'd never felt before when he realized that the lace of her teddy had a very convenient, very naughty opening in the crotch.

When she turned around again and saw Robert's head tilted and his eyes glued to her with his mouth literally hanging open, Y/N was smiling to herself once more, and she almost laughed, turned on even more by Robert's reaction and also finding it incredibly adorable. And when she saw him rake his eyes over her again and lick his lips, her heart skipped a beat, but she had to keep going.

Santa won't you bring me the one I really need?

Won't you please bring my baby to me?

She locked her hands together in imitation of begging and looked up briefly before then moving once more.

Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas

This is all I'm asking for

I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door

Y/N turned sideways and leaned her back against the framing of the room's doorway, then lifted one leg and one arm up, planting her foot on the frame and resting her arm against it above her head in a sexy pose, then swayed her hips again. Then after a moment, she pulled herself away and moved across the floor to Robert once more, ready to plant herself in his lap for the remainder of the song.

Oh, I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas...

As Y/N reached Robert, she stopped between his legs but then turned around, again facing away from him and then bending forward to give him an up-close view of her ass.

...is...you

At the final high note of the lyric, Y/N swiftly straightened herself back up and flipped her head up quickly to make her hair fling back dramatically and fall over her shoulders. Then, she looked over her shoulder at Robert before finally fully turning around and dropping herself into his lap as the song finished, once again immediately feeling his generous firmness beneath her.

As Y/N made it back to him and then bent over, Robert's hands were twitching and he was just about ready to combust when his eyes landed on that gorgeous ass of hers once again. But just when he thought he couldn't handle any more, Y/N finally turned and came down to straddle him in the chair and rest in his lap again. When she did, Robert's hands immediately flew to her hips and he rocked himself up into her as she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. After locking eyes with him for just a moment, Y/N finally joined their lips and kissed him deeply as she gently yet enthusiastically ground her lower half against his over and over again as the song faded out.

To say he was eager was an epic understatement, and as soon as he felt Y/N's lips meet his, one of Robert's hands was lifting to the middle of Y/N's back to press her closer against him while his other hand was gripping the back of her neck to hold her where he wanted her and deepen the kiss. Their lips locked over and over again as Y/N once more rocked in Robert's lap, and she stroked the nape of his neck and knotted her fingers in his hair as they each pressed into each other. Neither of them even noticed that the song had ended and the room was now quiet once more, and it wasn’t until Robert eventually loosened his grip on Y/N’s neck and lowered his hand to run his palm over her breast that they parted and locked eyes again.

Their lips still together, Y/N’s heart was pounding with her own desire as well as with the thrill of the obvious arousal and hunger coming from Robert. She clung to him as they kissed for a long time, but when she eventually felt him loosen his grip on the back of her neck and then skim his hand down to cup her breast, she couldn’t help but hum out a breath of a laugh that was both in amusement and giddiness.

As he heard Y/N’s muffled little giggle and felt her smile against his lips, Robert finally pulled away from her mouth and looked at her, immediately smiling back.

“What?” he asked her as he held her eyes.

Her smile sweet yet mischievous, Y/N gave Robert another quick peck on the lips before lifting each of her hands to where Robert’s hands currently were — one still stroking her breast and one still gripping her hip — and laying her hands over his. She then looked to where he was touching her, and her voice was sexy and teasing as she spoke.

“Just like last time,” she said as she rocked her hips into his once more, “you seem to have forgotten about the rule of ‘no touching’, Mr. Fischer.”

Y/N then leaned forward and tucked her head into the crook of his neck, releasing Robert’s hands and placing her palms on his chest instead. As she smoothed her hands over his pecs, she darted her tongue out and lightly licked Robert’s skin before placing several slow, sensual kisses on his neck.

Robert released a deep, guttural groan as he felt Y/N’s tongue and lips on his neck. Never before had she been quite this forthcoming, and it was an insane turn on. But Robert himself had plenty to respond with, and he once more squeezed her tighter as he felt her lick his neck again.

“Yeah, well, also just like last time, you seem to have forgotten about it, too,” he said, his voice low.

“Mm-mm,” Y/N hummed out in disagreement and then lifted her head and pulled back from his neck to look at him. “Don’t you remember? I’m allowed to do whatever I want.”

She then lifted her hands and smoothed them up his chest again before undoing his tie all the way and tugging it from his collar. She dropped the tie on the floor and then began to open the buttons of his shirt.

“That’s not really fair,” Robert replied, his hips involuntarily rocking up into Y/N again as he felt her hands on his chest. “I should be allowed special privileges.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” said Y/N.

She then quickly glanced over to the table next to them along the back of the sofa and grabbed an unwrapped cany cane she’d set there earlier. Lifting it to her mouth and sensually sucking it between her lips, she kept it there for a moment and kept her eyes locked with Robert’s before then pulling it out of her mouth. Holding it, she darted her tongue out and slowly licked it up and down in a visual so naughtily suggestive and hot that Robert was groaning and squirming beneath her again.

“And what would you do with those special privileges, Mr. Fischer?” she finished as she finally set the candy cane back down on the table.

As she said that and turned her head back to his once more, Robert roughly grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her mouth to his again, the Santa hat she was still wearing falling off her head as he grabbed her. Y/N moaned as their lips met and they kissed, and then she was moaning again as Robert released her face and dropped his hands to her bottom instead, hungrily gripping her bare cheeks and pulling her even closer to him before then skimming his hands over her skin and eagerly kneading her ass. After a few moments, Robert parted from her mouth, and his voice was low as he kept their faces close and answered her question.

“I was thinking along the lines of this...” he said, and then he lifted his hands to the straps of her teddy and pulled them down her shoulders.

Immediately, Y/N complied and slipped her arms through the straps, after which, Robert tugged them lower and slowly pulled the entire bodice of her teddy down, gradually revealing her breasts as he pushed the red lace to gather at her waist. As soon as he had the material out of the way, Robert's hands were on Y/N’s breasts, cupping them in his palms and repeatedly stroking his thumbs over her peaked nipples.

As soon as she heard his deepened voice and felt Robert’s hands on her bare breasts, Y/N was moaning again, and she couldn’t help but immediately lean into him for another kiss. As Robert continued to massage her and stroke her nipples, Y/N could feel herself getting wet, a steadily intensifying throbbing beginning between her legs. And when Robert then parted from her lips and placed a kiss on her neck, she wasn’t prepared for what he did next.

“Or maybe this...” Robert continued, his voice now the same teasing tone that Y/N had been using on him all night. And when he lowered one of his hands from her breast to her pelvis, he savored the warm wetness he found and the desperate sound that escaped Y/N as he slipped his fingers through the opening of her teddy’s crotch and stroked them over her exposed folds before then dipping two fingers inside of her.

“Robbie!” Y/N exhaled breathlessly after the sexiest, neediest little gasp had escaped when she suddenly felt Robert’s fingers enter her. And she was unable to stop herself from moaning or her head from slightly falling back as Robert flexed his fingers inside her and then brushed over her clit as he dragged his fingers out of her slightly and then went back in, and then repeated it all again.

Their roles suddenly reversed, Robert smiled to himself and felt his cock throbbing as he heard Y/N gasp out his name and watched as her entire body reacted to his touch. With his occupied hand, he kept his fingers inside her, while with his free hand, he cradled the back of Y/N’s head and pulled her closer again as he then hovered his mouth near her temple and spoke.

“What happened to ‘Mr. Fischer’?" he asked her, his voice still low and his tone again teasing as he felt Y/N shakily exhale and arch her pelvis into his touch. He then elicited another moan from her as he once again brushed over her clit.

“Robbie...” Y/N whined again, the sexy way he was now handling her making her melt but unable to correct herself even after he’d teased her about how she’d addressed him.

“So, I guess we’re forgoing the formalities now?” Robert said with another smile.

Opening her eyes, Y/N looked at Robert once more and regained enough of her composure to reach down and grab his wrist. After grinding against him one more time, she gently pulled his fingers out of her (even though she didn’t want to) — she’d let him finish that work very soon. But right now, it was time to reverse the roles a final time.

Robert looked down as Y/N grasped his wrist and slowly pulled his fingers out of her, and he could feel his pulse rising once more as their eyes met and it was obvious she had decided that she wasn’t done with him yet.

Leaning forward, Y/N seductively pressed her breasts into Robert’s chest as she placed one last kiss on his lips, and then they were both looking down after she pulled away and lowered her hands to his waistband, beginning to open his pants. After she’d popped the button and slowly lowered the zipper, Y/N then slipped her hand inside Robert’s boxers and grasped his stiff, warm shaft, gently squeezing him and then smiling as she heard him groan and watched his eyes momentarily close in bliss.

“I think we can definitely forgo them at this point,” she said in that sultry voice as she squeezed his cock again and then drew him out of his boxers. And then Robert’s eyes were opening and then widening and his heart was pounding as he watched Y/N move herself backwards on his thighs and then slowly slide herself off his lap and down to the floor.

Resting on her knees between his spread legs, Y/N gave Robert another sexy look before she reached for his cock again and poised her mouth over it as she locked her eyes with his and spoke.

“Besides,” she said as they looked at each other, “in my experience, formalities just get in the way of what we really want.”

And then her mouth was too full to tease him any more.

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meister95 · 7 months ago

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Thanks for the tag @lau219 , i can now finally get a new profile picture🤩

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meister95 · 7 months ago

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Let it Snow

*alt timeline. Tommy walks Grace home in a snowstorm.

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It was coming down in thick powdered sugar like lumps coating the dark and gloomy city with a blanket of thick white softness.

Grace hadn’t been surprised when they closed down the betting shop and pub early. The whole city had announcements going out that businesses were to be closed and people to stay home.

That’s why she’d been pleasantly surprised when her fiance had offered to take her home.

By the time they’d reached her door, they both knew without a shadow of a doubt that Tommy was staying. They had held onto each other the whole way tightly, him leading trying to block the thick fierce snow from pelting her in the face.

“I can understand why they are shutting down towns. Don’t think I’ve ever seen it come down that thickly before. You?” Grace asked softly as she rid herself of boots, scarves and smitten. She took his as well and hung them by the fire.

“No, I never had. I heard once in France they stopped the fighting due to the snow, but I was underground so it didn’t affect us.” His raspy voice, deeper from the cold wafted through the room.

“Would you like tea? It’s hot. I bought Whiskey from the last time you were here.” She smiled as he chuckled deep in his chest. She loved when the light inside him reached his eyes.

“I appreciate you thinking about me Grace, yes, I’ll have a whiskey.” He sat down on her couch and waited for her to come with the glasses and sit down. She snuggled into his side as his arm wrapped around to hold her tightly to him.

“We’d be warmer in the bed, cuddled under the covers.” Tommy raised an eyebrow at his woman’s suggestion. He took a long deep sip of Whiskey trying to hide his smile.

“Lots of layers between us Grace.” Tommy smirked and looked down at her. He was trying so hard to look calm and collected. In truth he wanted to pick her up and carry her unceremoniously onto her bed.

“Not necessarily, you see, if my boss promises me a christmas bonus I could afford more coal for later. No clothes necessary”She gave him a sly smile. He sighed and sat up gently pushing her to the side. She sat up, feet now planted on the floor puzzled. He reached into his trousers and pulled out some cash. She gasped at the amount when he handed it to her.

“We’ll your boss is cruel man grace, the devil I hear.” He winked at her.

“Then the devil will keep me warm, yes?” They both laughed as he stood and scooped her up, carrying her to bed ignoring the coal. It could wait.

“How could even the devil himself turn down such a generous offer.” He replied and kissed her fiercely.

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Grace scrambled to the head of the bed letting Tommy straddle her lengthwise. She didn’t want him cramped in her small bed. When she had rented the flat, she hadn’t thought of being there long enough to entertain company. Now she wished she'd gotten a better flat with a proper bedroom.

They gently stripped each other of multiple garments. The floor now littered with their sins.

Tommy sat her up and leaned back letting her take the lead. He loved it when she rode him. The only women he could fully relinquish control too. He never minded that she controlled the speed or even if she got off first, in fact he prided himself in the fact that she did.

Her hips got sloppy and he smiled into her neck.

“My turn eh, you rest Grace.” He gently laid her down on her back and peppered her with wet sloppy kisses from her warm lips to her belly button. She gasped when he kissed, sucked and gently nipped the inside of her thighs.

“Tommy, I need you.” Grace begged him. A moan slipped out from his throat and vibrated into his chest.

God, he loved when she said things like that.

He entered her gently and pushed her legs up mindful of her face. If at any time she was uncomfortable he changed positions.

She met his thrusts, both of them quickly hitting a second orgasm. He groaned into her neck as her nails racked across his buttocks. He sharply thrust into her causing her to sigh.

“ I think you're going to stay warm tonight Grace if you keep digging your nails into me.”

“I can stop if it's bothering you.” She giggled into his shoulders. She knew it egged him on.

“Don’t you dare Grace.”

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meister95 · 7 months ago

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🎅🏼🎄 Christmas One Shot 🎄🎅🏼

On The Naughty List

Emmett x Y/N from Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

“Ok, guys, go and get your sleds out of the garage. Dad’s gonna take you sledding with your cousins and Uncle Greg after hockey practice.”

Y/N was checking the progress of the final sheet of Christmas cookies in the oven as she spoke to Henry and Max over her shoulder. As she turned around, she noticed the large smattering of flour on Max’s forehead, and her smile only widened more when she locked eyes with Henry right as he was licking the last of the frosting off the spatula. She couldn’t help but laugh as his cheeks turned red at being caught.

“You better hope there’s still enough of that left in the other bowl, mister,” Y/N said, pretending to be stern.

“There is; I checked!” he replied, still looking guilty.

Smiling again, Y/N walked around the island after setting the oven mitts down, stopping in front of the boys. As she looked down at Henry and lifted a corner of her apron to his face to wipe some stray frosting off the corner of his lip, he spoke again.

“Can we go over to Aunt Stacy’s after sledding?” he asked as he looked up at Y/N. “Connor got the newest Minecraft game for St. Nick’s Day and he said we can play it with him and Nate.”

“You’ll have to ask Uncle Greg when you see him,” Y/N replied, releasing her gentle grasp on Henry’s chin after wiping his lip clean. “Aunt Stacy and I are taking Sadie and Morgan with us to the mall, and you guys will probably get back before we do."

"Ok," Henry replied.

After cleaning up Henry, Y/N moved over to wipe the flour off Max's forehead, and then she began brushing the stray sprinkles on the counter into her hand, shaking them out into the sink. As she did, she heard the garage door opening, signaling Emmett's return from work. Despite it being Saturday, he'd had to run over to the shop and switch out a car battery for a customer.

"Dad's back, so you better hurry," Y/N said to the boys as she turned around from the sink. Then, just as she finished, Sadie could be heard babbling loudly from upstairs, having awoken from her nap.

"Max, how about you go and get the sleds?" Y/N continued. "Henry, honey, can you go up and get Sadie? I've gotta take these cookies out of the oven."

The boys agreed to their respective tasks, and Y/N turned to the oven as the back door opened. Nearly colliding with Max on his way to the garage, Emmett then took off his coat and headed into the kitchen to find Y/N slipping her hands into a couple of oven mitts, the smell of the cookies wafting through the house.

"Hey," she said to him in greeting as she quickly met his eyes before turning to the oven. "That took longer than usual. Everything go ok?"

"Yeah," Emmett replied as he stopped at the island and leaned against the counter. "Their battery was totally fried. Had to wait a while for it to cool off before I could replace it."

"Oh, wow, well, good thing it wasn't anything worse," said Y/N. But as she saw Emmett prepare to sit down at the kitchen table, she spoke once more.

"Don't get too comfortable," she warned him as she turned to place the hot cookie sheet on top of a trivet. "The boys are just getting ready to go and then you're meeting up with Greg and the kids at hockey practice, then sledding."

Groaning, Emmett sat down at the table anyways and leaned back in the chair.

"Can't we just skip all of that? Or send them by themselves?" he said, but not really meaning it, and Y/N giggled.

"I warned you that signing them up for hockey was gonna be a pain in the butt," she said, smiling at him. "Weekend practices are always more inconvenient than weeknights."

"Rubbing it in my face isn't helping," Emmett replied jokingly, and Y/N smiled. Removing the oven mitts, she grabbed a cooled cookie from earlier off a platter and walked over to Emmett, stopping between his spread legs and handing him the cookie.

"I'm sorry," she said to him with a smile as she handed him the cookie. "I know it's not easy to deal with when your wife is always right."

Raising an eyebrow and giving her a look, Emmett then reached out and took the cookie from her hand, but instead of eating it, he set it down on the table and then reached out and grabbed Y/N's hips instead, pulling her closer in front of him and holding her there. She squealed in surprise as she reached out and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

"Don't push it, princess," he said as he looked up at her.

Giggling again, Y/N lifted a hand to Emmett's head and smoothed back a lock of his hair.

"You should ask Ted to take some of the weekend calls," she said to him, referring to his employee at the shop. "He keeps saying he wouldn't mind, and it doesn't happen that often."

In response, Emmett nodded his head.

"I know. I'm thinking I'm gonna have to. I didn't want to make him do that, but on the days where we already have a lot going on, it'd be helpful. You still meeting up with Stacy at the mall?"

"Yeah, unless you wanna finish up the Christmas shopping and I can take the boys to hockey," Y/N said with a smile, knowing that would be a hard "no" for Emmett. He hated going to the mall, especially when it was crowded during the holiday season.

"That's a hard pass," Emmett said with a shake of his head, and Y/N smiled. "But the next time I wanna sign the boys up for something, change my mind, will you?"

Humming out a laugh, Y/N picked up the cookie Emmett had set down on the table and placed it in front of his mouth, and he took a bite of it before slipping his hands to the back of her waist and pulling her closer. But as he did so, his hands slipped under her shirt slightly, touching her skin, and when he did, she yelped and jumped back.

"God, your hands are freezing!" she said, pulling the hem of her shirt down further and adjusting the apron strings.

"I didn't bother turning the heat on at the shop," Emmett replied.

"You have got to be cold-blooded, I swear," Y/N said as she moved back to the island to start taking the cookies off the baking sheet. "It could be ten below and you'd still say you were too hot."

Smiling as he watched her, Emmett then noted the apron she was wearing — a red one decorated with white lace-edged accents and a fabric belt made to look like a little Mrs. Claus dress. As he watched her for a moment, he couldn't help thinking how sexy she'd look in that and nothing else.

Standing up from the chair, he walked over to the island and stopped behind her, leaning forward and lightly pressing himself into her back as she continued to handle the cookies.

"I'm getting pretty hot right now," Emmett said, the volume of his voice lower as he grabbed Y/N's waist and tugged at the edges of her apron. "This little number's got me thinking certain things. The only problem is you're wearing something underneath it."

Feeling Emmett behind her and hearing the volume and tone of his voice, Y/N smiled to herself as she slowed her movements. Then, setting the spatula down, she turned to face Emmett when he pressed a kiss to her neck.

"Really? A Mrs. Claus apron is what gets you going?" she said to him with an amused smile as she grabbed his upper arms, his hands still on her waist.

"What can I say? It puts me in the holiday spirit," Emmett replied, and he pressed his crotch against hers as he pushed her back against the island.

Giggling, Y/N replied, although she admittedly was getting hot herself.

"Well, you better tell your 'spirit' to cool off, because Max is waiting in the garage and Henry's on his way down with Sadie right now," she said.

Groaning again, Emmett pressed another kiss to Y/N's neck before reluctantly letting her go and backing up, Henry being heard on his way down the stairs with Sadie, who was still babbling happily.

"Don't tuck that away just yet," Emmett said quickly before Henry entered the room, his voice still low and a mischievous look in his eyes as he gestured to her apron.

Smiling and shaking her head with a roll of her eyes, Y/N then turned to move around the island and take Sadie from Henry, preparing to feed her before they left for the mall.

After placing a kiss on Sadie's head, Emmett got ready to leave with the boys, and Y/N gave them each a parting hug as they headed out the door. She and Emmett confirmed that they'd communicate later on about when they'd all get back home, and then they shared a quick kiss before she confirmed with him that they'd decide what to do about dinner once they knew whether or not the boys would be going over to Stacy's.

After strapping Sadie into her carseat and getting behind the wheel, Y/N smiled and shook her head to herself again as she thought of what Emmett had said about the Mrs. Claus apron. But, she had to concede...it actually could be pretty sexy with nothing underneath...

The afternoon had ended up stretching on much longer than either Y/N or Emmett had anticipated. Henry had gotten hurt during practice when his glove had come off when he'd fell and slid across some jagged ice, and he got a pretty gnarly cut on his hand. But he'd still insisted that he wanted to go sledding, and so after being checked out at the first aid station at the ice rink and being bandaged up, Emmett had still taken the boys to meet up with Greg and his boys at the park. By then, it had gotten late enough that they all went to get a bite to eat afterwards, and then he'd followed Greg home to drop Henry and Max off to spend the night with Connor and Nate.

Respectively, Y/N and Stacy had been delayed at the mall with the girls due to it being even busier than they'd anticipated, every store they visited having extremely long lines. They'd also just ended up grabbing a bite while they were out, and with a text from Emmett confirming that the boys were staying at Stacy's for the night, Y/N had proceeded to just immediately begin to put Sadie down for the night upon arriving home.

She heard the garage door opening with Emmett's own arrival home just as she was closing Sadie's bedroom door behind her, and after heading back downstairs, Y/N stepped into the bathroom just as she heard Emmett walk in through the back door.

Entering the house, Emmett removed his coat and boots, and then walked into the kitchen, the smell of cookies still lingering in the air. After quietly calling out for Y/N, she replied to him from the bathroom, saying she'd be right out, and Emmett headed into the living room and exhaustedly dropped himself onto the sofa.

Resting his head back against the cushion, Emmett closed his eyes and relished the peace and quiet as he sat with the room softly illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree. But after a few moments, he was brought out of it when Y/N quietly called for him from the kitchen.

"Em? Can you come here for a sec? I need your help with something."

Opening his eyes, Emmett stared up at the ceiling and inhaled deeply before lifting his head and standing up. He'd never refuse to do anything for Y/N, but at this point in the evening, he hoped she wasn't going to ask him to start wrapping presents, signing Christmas cards, or anything like that. He was ready to check out for the night.

Upon entering the kitchen, Emmett looked and could see just Y/N's hand gripping the edge of the refrigerator door as she stood behind it, clearly retrieving something from the fridge. As he stopped at the island, Emmett waited for her to tell him whatever it was she needed his help with.

"Can you just help me get all those cookies in the Tupperware?" she asked him from behind the refrigerator door. She outstretched her hand to point to the Tupperware sitting on top of the island, and Emmett replied with a "Sure" before beginning to box up the cookies.

Once she knew he was occupied, Y/N finally stepped out from behind the refrigerator door and closed it, then stepped across the floor in her bare feet to stop across from Emmett at the island. While his head was still down, she spoke again.

"Thanks, babe, I've gotta get those all packaged up to drop off to everyone on Monday." She kept her eyes on Emmett as she spoke, and she waited until he looked up to continue. When he did, she finished. "I'll get you some more parchment paper to line the containers."

As Emmett looked up, it took him a minute to register what was off about what he saw. Y/N was standing across from him at the island in the apron she'd had on earlier, but something was different. After a moment, he realized that her arms were bare beneath it, and when he looked more closely, it almost seemed like she didn't have a shirt on underneath. But he was absolutely not prepared for what he saw after she'd spoken again.

"I'll get you some more parchment paper to line the containers," she said, and as she did, she turned around and lifted her arms up for the cabinet above the stove.

Upon her turning around, Emmett was met with the site of her gorgeous, naked backside beneath the apron, the strings around her neck and waist the only pieces of fabric obstructing his view. As he realized she was completely naked beneath the apron, his heart rate increased and his eyes raked over her, his gaze lowering down her back and landing on the flawless skin and the beautiful, luscious rounds of her gorgeous ass. As she rose on her tiptoes to reach into the cabinet, he caught sight of more of her bare thighs as they came into view from across the island. Once she'd lowered back down with the box of parchment paper in hand, she slowly turned around, and as she did, Emmett could also see the profile of her perfect, plump breasts through the sides of the apron, the front of it barely wide enough to cover her nipples as she turned to fully face him once more. With each second, Emmett registered more and more exactly what was going on, and he could quickly feel his blood rushing south to his cock.

As she stood across the island from Emmett and turned her back to him, Y/N smiled to herself, but maintained a neutral tone as she spoke and took the box out of the cabinet. Upon turning around, which she did with intentional slowness to allow Emmett to take in the sight of her, she continued to behave as if nothing was out of the ordinary, lowering back down to the balls of her feet and setting the parchment paper down on the counter.

"Sorry we're doing this now, but the mall was just so crazy busy that I couldn't get home any earlier," Y/N said, moving to place a few cookies in an empty Tupperware and feeling Emmett's eyes on her, knowing that by now, he'd realized what she was up to. Still, she continued her game. "Luckily, tomorrow, we can just relax."

Emmett still had said nothing, but when she looked up at him and their eyes met, Y/N could see the fire in his gaze.

"Once you finish up that one, can you do one more?" she asked him innocently, and then she looked down again to resume moving some cookies into her own Tupperware. After a moment, she turned around again to give Emmett another view of her ass as she pretended to be reaching for something near the sink.

While her back was still to him, Y/N heard Emmett shift and then begin to slowly walk around his side of the island to hers, all the while remaining silent. After turning back from the sink, she reached for the lid of her Tupperware, still acting completely innocent, when she felt the heat of Emmett's body as he came to a stop directly behind her. Standing there, he still said nothing, but Y/N smiled to herself again as she heard him breathing heavily through his nose, something he always did when he was aroused but trying to maintain his composure.

Unbelievably turned on by the sight of Y/N's naked body beneath that sexy little apron, Emmett's cock was painfully stiff as he made his way over to her. Knowing she was playing this little game and intentionally riling him up, he took his time, moving slowly and remaining silent in order to get Y/N just as worked up as he was. He knew she was expecting a reaction, and he'd give her one, but not without causing a few anticipatory shivers to run through her first. She loved this back and forth between them as much as he did, yet she never learned her lesson, much to both their enjoyment.

Still standing behind her, trying to control his breathing, Emmett continued to hungrily admire Y/N's bare ass for another moment before he finally stepped forward and pressed himself against her, his hardened bulge pressing into her naked ass through his pants. Still, she kept moving as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, and it wasn't until Emmett reached out from behind her and grabbed her forearms that she finally stilled.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" he asked her lowly, his voice deep with arousal.

"I'm just finishing off these cookies," she replied, her voice sweetly innocent as she answered him over her shoulder. "Is that a problem?"

Releasing her forearms, Emmett then backed up a step and lowered his hands, bringing them to Y/N's backside and smoothing his palms over her soft, taut skin and relishing the feel of her curves. Squeezing each of her cheeks in his hands, he then leaned forward once more, speaking lowly in her ear as he continued to squeeze and caress her bottom.

"The only problem I see is that you just got bumped off Santa's nice list," Emmett growled, raising his hands upwards and around to Y/N's front, sliding his palms up her torso beneath the apron and coming to a stop at her breasts, cupping each of them in his hands and then pinching her nipples as he finished. "Because what you're up to right now is extremely, extremely naughty."

After he spoke, Emmett massaged Y/N's breasts and thrusted his hips forward into her ass several times, allowing her to feel exactly what she was doing to him. Biting her lip and then smiling to herself, Y/N responded by wiggling back against Emmett's cock, feeling the rough texture of his jeans on her bare bottom. As Emmett then pinched her nipples again, she additionally felt the slickness of her arousal building between her thighs.

"I thought you liked a naughty girl?" Y/N said to him, her tone sensually teasing. And when she felt Emmett lower his hands from her breasts to the strings of the apron tied at the small of her back, her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, I do," Emmett replied, his voice still dangerously low as he spoke and untied the apron from behind her. "But you see, being put on the naughty list means you don't get any presents. Is that what you want, princess?"

The apron now untied at her back, Emmett raised his hands to her neck and lifted the apron off her, dropping it on the floor and leaving Y/N completely naked before him. When he planted his hands on her waist, she lifted her own hands and laid them atop his, speaking over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass against his cock once more.

"How about just one present?" she said to him, and then she lifted Emmett's hands and placed them on her breasts again. "Even though I'm naughty, there's one present that I really...", she ground against him again, "....really...", she wiggled once more, "...want."

At that, Emmett squeezed her breasts roughly before then dropping his hands and grabbing her hips once more, turning her around to face him, her back pressed against the island.

"You're pushing your luck, princess," Emmett said then, his mouth hovering dangerously close to hers as he spoke. "You're just moving your name higher and higher up on that naughty list."

Y/N smiled seductively and then leaned forward the tiniest bit, bringing her lips in contact with Emmett's as she skimmed them over his mouth teasingly but didn't quite kiss him.

"Well, since I'm already on the list, I may as well make the most of it," she said. Then she lowered her hands to Emmett's waistband and slowly began opening his jeans. "But you didn't answer my question: don't I deserve even one present?"

Lifting his shirt up and over his head, Emmett dropped it blindly to the floor before then helping Y/N push his jeans down his waist and stepping out of them. She then tugged his boxers down and he stepped out of those as well, and Y/N's palm immediately wrapped around Emmett's stiff, warm cock. As she began slowly pumping him in her hand, he answered her.

"I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve, princess, but trust me when I say that by the time we're done, your name will never be able to get off that list."

Running her thumb over Emmett's tip, she leaned forward and placed a sensual kiss on his neck as he hissed out a breath at her touch.

"Fine by me," Y/N said against his neck, "so long as I get this one present." She stroked him again in emphasis as she spoke, and after she did, Emmett turned her around once more and bent her forward over the island, her ass arched up towards him as he moved her.

Just before he slipped his cock between her wet folds, Emmett leaned forward himself and swept Y/N's hair over her shoulder as he spoke in her ear.

"Lucky for you, my hands are warmer this time."

Being on the naughty list definitely had its advantages.

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After Hours

Part 16

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***!!!Mature sexual content, 18+ readers ONLY, minors DNI!!!***

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Their eyes met immediately upon the parting of the elevator doors, and neither of them could stop their respective smiles from spreading across their faces.

Her cheeks flushing, Y/N stepped out of the elevator and began to walk towards Robert, who began walking as well, the two of them meeting in the middle of the lobby. As they stopped close in front of each other, they were both still smiling as Y/N spoke.

“Hi,” she said shyly, her heart pounding.

Robert’s smile widened.

“Hi,” he said, looking at her adoringly, feeling her sweetness already radiating off her in waves. And as Y/N felt the same warmth from Robert, they both looked at each other for another second before leaning forward, their eyes closing and their lips meeting for a brief, sweet kiss.

When they parted after a moment, they remained close as they looked at each other and Robert spoke.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly as he held her eyes, and Y/N immediately blushed again, her cheeks heating.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Her eyes then lowered to Robert’s neck and she smiled as she saw which tie he was wearing. “I like your tie,” she then said with a little sparkle in her eyes.

Robert smiled at her, knowing she recognized the tie.

“It’s my favorite one,” he replied. “It reminds me of a certain someone I’ve been waiting all day to see.”

Smiling up at him, his words reminded Y/N of the roses he’d sent her earlier.

“Thank you so much for the flowers,” she said quietly. “They’re gorgeous.”

“I wanted to make sure you remembered our plans tonight,” Robert responded with another smile. “I know you promised, but I was still worried you’d change your mind.”

They were still standing together, and, shaking her head, Y/N leaned in the slightest bit closer to Robert as she replied.

“Never,” she said softly.

Smiling again, Robert reached down and gently grabbed her hand and began to move, the two of them walking hand in hand through the lobby. As they made their way to the door, Robert could hardly believe that he was here with her right now. He’d imagined being with Y/N for so long, and a part of him was afraid that if he let go of her hand, they’d somehow be separated again.

As they walked through the lobby and out the door, Y/N asked Robert where they were going, but he once again insisted that she’d have to wait and see when they got there. When she made an adorably pouty face of feigned upset, Robert just chuckled and happily smiled as he realized that he would be even more powerless to her than he’d always thought. He already planned and knew that he’d always give Y/N anything she’d want, but when he saw her make that face, he then knew that there was no longer even the slightest chance that he could ever say no to her. All she’d ever have to do would be to give him that little pout, and he’d fold like a lawn chair.

As they made it to Robert’s car, he softly released Y/N’s hand and reached out to open the door for her, making sure she was tucked in her seat before closing the door and walking to the driver’s side. As she was momentarily alone, Y/N looked around the car’s interior and was immediately shocked at the luxury of it. She briefly smiled to herself as she recalled how Jason had said that Robert had been ready to call the Porsche salesman for him, and as Robert got in the car, Y/N smiled at him as their eyes met after he’d started the engine. Then she reached for her seatbelt and fastened it as Robert pulled out into traffic. As soon as they were on their way, Robert drove with one hand on the steering wheel as he reached over and gently grasped Y/N’s hand again with his free one.

Her arm resting softly on the console between them, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she felt Robert reach for her hand again and wrap his palm around hers. Immediately, she responded, softly adjusting her grip to lace her fingers through his, and as she looked down at their joined hands, Y/N once again could hardly believe that she and Robert were finally together like this.

It felt somewhat foreign, but despite that, she also noticed how wonderfully natural it felt, and she kept her fingers lovingly threaded through his as they effortlessly talked with each other while they drove through the streets. Anytime Robert had to pull his hand away to steer the car, he’d replace it as soon as he could and securely intertwine their fingers once more, and as he felt Y/N welcome his hand every time with gentle eagerness, the elation he felt was indescribable.

When they were making their way down the final block, Y/N still didn’t recognize where they were. But as they pulled up to the curb and she saw the elegant sign of the establishment, her eyes widened.

It was the new 3-star Michelin restaurant downtown that had a waiting list for a reservation of two years. Out of curiosity, she’d checked once several months back when the place had first opened, and her jaw had nearly hit the floor when the host told her the wait time. Needless to say, she never thought she’d be here. Now, turning to Robert, her eyes were still wide as she looked at him.

“Robert, this is…how did you…” she couldn’t even finish, and Robert just smiled at her as he allowed the valet who’d approached the car to open his door. As he got out, he told the valet that he’d get Y/N’s door himself, handing the guy his keys and then rounding the car to the passenger side.

Y/N’s expression was still one of disbelief as Robert looked down at her upon opening her door. Extending his hand to her, he helped Y/N out of the car, her expression making him smile again as she stepped up and he closed her door.

“How did you get a reservation?” she whispered to him as she remained close, tucking into him as she felt like they were somewhere dangerously exclusive and could be told at any second that they had to leave.

“Reservation?” Robert softly joked and made an expression of feigned confusion as he looked at her, loving her closeness and her adorable apprehension.

Smiling at him, Y/N shook her head at his little joke, still too stunned to say anything else.

“Come on,” Robert said as he squeezed her hand, and they walked together towards the entrance and then through the doors, entering a beautifully luxurious and elegant host area, the soft music and romantic lighting immediately enveloping them. With every sight she took in, Y/N’s eyes just widened more and more, and when she saw through the host area into the main dining area, she whispered again.

“Robert, this is too much,” she said, shaking her head. “You didn’t have to bring me here.” She quickly looked around again. “This is…it’s too much.”

“When it comes to you?” Robert said softly. He gently placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer, finishing with the respective answer as he shook his head. “There’s no such thing as too much.”

Y/N’s face immediately flushed and her heart skipped a beat at his words, but she was distracted once again as the host entered the area from the main room and approached them. After the host greeted them, Robert gave him his name and he verified the reservation, and then the two of them were following the host to their table before Y/N could believe it.

Walking through the main area, the host guided them past all the tables and booths that were in the open and then through an archway that led to a more private dining area. In this room, the booths were smaller and more intimate, clearly designed just for couples, each surrounded by thick velvet privacy curtains and lit even more romantically than the previous area.

Still holding Robert’s hand, Y/N was speechless as the host finally stopped at the booth reserved for them, stepping aside after gesturing their table to them. With a gentle nudge, Robert encouraged Y/N to sit down as he thanked the host who then stepped back, telling them their server would be with them momentarily and leaving the front curtain of the booth open just enough to allow the server to walk through. As Robert then slid into the booth next to her, Y/N just looked at him again in mild shock.

“Robert,” she shook her head again as he met her eyes. “This is…I mean, you…you didn’t have to do this. I mean, this is so lovely, but it’s so beyond…” She trailed off for a moment before speaking again to reiterate her previous statement. “You didn’t have to bring me here.”

Smiling at Y/N, Robert was in disbelief himself. Yes, he knew that she’d never been materialistic or vain, but it still never ceased to amaze him that she only ever cared about his money when she was trying to give it away to people in need. She’d never seen only money when she looked at him, never tried to benefit herself from it in any way. She’d always seen Robert for who he was beyond the money, and even now that they were on a date, she expected nothing this luxurious or extravagant. Despite the fact that Y/N very well knew that Robert’s money was essentially endless, she didn’t just expect him to spend it on her. But now, he thought, she better start getting used to it, because he had every intention of spoiling her forever.

Reaching for her hand again, Robert looked in her eyes as he spoke.

“I wanted to bring you here; I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I want you to stop thinking about anything but enjoying yourself, because that’s all I care about.”

The look Y/N gave him as she held his hand could have melted butter.

“Robert…” she said softly, her face an expression of adoring disbelief. Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on his cheek and then spoke again as she pulled away.

“I would have enjoyed myself just as much if we’d gone to McDonald’s,” she said.

Robert grinned.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied, and Y/N giggled.

Soon, their server had appeared, and Robert had told Y/N to order anything and as much as she wanted, having asked the restaurant beforehand to print them off menus that didn’t have any prices listed on them. When Y/N noticed as much and hesitated, Robert simply told her that he’d order her everything on the menu if she didn’t choose something.

All through dinner, they remained close, each of them relaxing more and more as they ate and their bodies brushing as they were tucked in the booth. Just as they’d both always pictured, the ease of being together was so natural. Yes, it was still somewhat foreign and hard to believe that they were now at this new place with each other, but it was what they had both wanted for so long. They already knew each other so well, but this was now the opportunity to finally get more personal and intimate without the barrier of telling themselves they shouldn’t, and with each little new story and moment between them, neither of them could stop smiling.

"How did I know you were going to pick that?" Robert said to her with a smile after they'd ordered dessert.

"Anything that comes a la mode, and I'm sold," Y/N said with a little smile.

"I know," he said, grinning.

"You say that as if you yourself don't have a sweet tooth," Y/N said, gently nudging him. "You think I've never noticed how your eyes immediately land on the plate of cookies on the refreshment table of any meeting we've ever had? In fact, if I recall, it was a melty chocolate chip that caused the stain on that tie." Her eyes darted down to his tie and then back up to him, and they both smiled.

"The problem goes back to childhood," he said with a chuckle. "I remember, it drove my mother crazy because I could never eat without getting food on my clothes. And then one day, when I was five, I dropped chocolate ice cream all down the front of my favorite sweater, and I was so nervous to show her that I hid the sweater under my bed for a week. By the time she found it, the stain had set in and she couldn't get it out no matter how many times she washed it. So my favorite sweater was gone, and I was inconsolable for days."

Laughing, Y/N had to ask.

"Why was it your favorite sweater? What was on it?"

Pretending to not hear her, Robert looked over his shoulder.

"We should get the check," he said, knowing she was going to keep after him.

"Robert," Y/N smiled, knowing he heard her.

"Did you want anything else?" he said, still not meeting her eyes.

"What was on the sweater, Robert?"

"What sweater?" he finally looked at her again. When she nudged him once more and gave him a look that said she wasn't going to let it go, Robert sighed and then gave her a reluctant smirk.

"It was a panda bear. The sweater had a big panda bear face on it."

Her eyebrows raising, Y/N looked at him with so much affection as she giggled at the thought, and as he watched her, Robert smiled wider.

"I was expecting sympathy from you, not mockery," he said as he pretended to be hurt. "It was my favorite sweater, after all."

Still giggling, Y/N shifted even closer to him and grabbed his hand, gently squeezing it as she replied.

"I'm sorry," she said as she rested back against the booth, her hand still around Robert's as she looked at him. "You poor baby. Maybe we can find you a new one."

Shifting to face her even more, Robert smiled as he shook his head.

"Can't, I've already looked. They don't make them in adult sizes," he joked.

Giggling again, their hands were still together as Y/N offered her own story.

"When I was little, I had this white fairy costume that I insisted on wearing all the time, and my mother had to bribe me to take it off so that she could wash it. One time, when I asked her why we had to wash it, she said that it was because white fairies had to stay extra clean, and she joked that maybe if it was a different color, the dirt wouldn’t be so obvious. So that afternoon, I went into the refrigerator and grabbed the ketchup bottle, and I proceeded to spread ketchup all over the costume to try and make it red, thinking that would mean we wouldn’t have to wash it as much. Needless to say, the costume met the trash can soon afterwards.”

Laughing with a huge grin, Robert replied.

"At least you were trying to be a problem-solver; I was just clumsy."

Smiling, Y/N's eyes darted down to Robert's tie again before she then reached out and grabbed her napkin from the table. Lifting it to Robert's chest, she gently grasped his tie with her free hand and blotted at it with the napkin, the tiniest bit of salad dressing evident on the end of it. Their faces close, Y/N spoke as she continued to wipe the fabric.

"Was?" she said softly, her lips upturned in an adoring smile.

Looking down for a moment at her movement and then back up, Robert met her eyes and gave her the same adoring look.

"I guess some things never change," he said quietly.

Their eyes remained locked for just another moment, and then the final inches between them were closed as they each leaned forward and their lips met for a soft kiss, Robert's hand moving to Y/N's waist as she dropped the napkin and lifted her hand to his cheek.

The kiss started off gentle but neither of them could resist leaning into each other a bit more, but both of them were also still aware of where they were, despite the privacy of their seats, and they forced themselves to part, their faces staying close and their eyes meeting as Robert spoke again.

"Now I'm glad I'm so clumsy," he said, and Y/N giggled as she removed her hand from his cheek and replied.

"Me too," she said.

Still looking at her, his hand still on her waist, Robert shook his head softly and smiled.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Part of me still can’t believe we’re actually here right now,” he said.

“I know; me too,” Y/N replied quietly. "I never thought..." She shook her head then, too, pausing briefly before continuing. “Why didn’t…I mean…” Averting her eyes, she looked down to Robert’s chest and absentmindedly smoothed the lapel of his jacket. “Why didn’t you ever say anything sooner?” she whispered. After speaking, she cautiously lifted her eyes and shyly met his again.

“What could I have said?” Robert asked her in response, still keeping her close. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to. I wanted to tell you every day how I felt about you. But I didn’t think you felt the same way, and I was your boss. I worried if I said anything, it’d seem inappropriate, and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable and quit. But then when I finally got the sense that there was a chance you might possibly have been interested, I had to ask you out. And when you said yes, I wanted to firm something up as soon as possible. But then…well, everything else happened.”

Blushing furiously at his vague mention of everything that had followed after her finding out he’d seen her at Plume, Y/N looked down again. But then Robert gently squeezed her and gave her a smile.

“Maybe if you'd dropped a few hints here and there that you didn't find me completely unbearable,” he said to her teasingly.

At that, Y/N exhaled a small chortle of disbelief at their entire situation. She knew he was just kidding, but she replied nonetheless.

"Of course,” she said with gentle sarcasm, “because having feelings for your boss is something you’re supposed to advertise, especially when you didn’t think he could ever feel the same way.” She shook her head. “Every day I had to try and ignore how I felt about you.”

Smiling again, Robert replied.

“So we’re both just a couple of idiots,” he said affectionately, and Y/N giggled.

“I guess so,” she said.

“And if it weren’t for overhearing you with Beth that one day, and then Jason’s eventual intervention, we’d likely still be acting like idiots,” he continued.

Y/N smiled even bigger.

“You know he was just joking about the whole Porsche thing, right?”

Robert grinned.

“Good,” he said with a nod of his head, “because that wouldn’t be enough, anyways. I’m writing that man a blank check.”

A big smile spread over Y/N’s face then as she laughed, but then after a moment, Robert’s expression became serious as he held her eyes.

"Thank you," he said to her intently, and Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion at his statement.

"For what?" she asked.

"For giving me this second chance that I know I still don't deserve."

At that, Y/N's expression softened.

"Robert..." she said, and she shook her head.

"And I need to apologize again," he continued.

"You don't have to.” Y/N's face was flushed with embarrassment as she thought about all he’d seen and everything that had happened, and she shook her head as she looked down then.

Reaching out and grabbing her hand, Robert stopped her.

"Y/N…” he said, and when she forced herself to look at him, he continued.

“I need to tell you once more how sorry I am, and that I never wanted to hurt or embarrass you. It was my own stupid jealousy, and I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

Her hand still in his, Y/N stroked Robert's hand with her thumb as she answered him.

“I’m sorry, too,” she said quietly, her cheeks still sporting a deep blush. “I'm sorry that you found out about all of…that the way you did. I would have told you eventually, but then everything happened and I just...I was nervous and embarrassed and I..." She trailed off then as she softly shook her head.

Squeezing her hand to encourage her to look at him, Robert shook his own head as he finished.

"You don't ever have to apologize for any of it," he said. "Ever. I do. But I promise you, Y/N, that I'll never hurt you again. I just hope you'll keep giving me the chance to prove that to you."

Looking into Robert’s eyes, Y/N then leaned forward and placed a small, soft kiss on his lips in reassurance, and when she pulled away, he smiled.

"If only you’d just done that one day at work and put me out of my misery,” he said to her, referring to the kiss, and Y/N giggled again.

"Sorry, I was under the impression that kissing the boss was frowned upon," she replied jokingly.

Robert smiled again, but then his face was a bit serious once more as he spoke.

"About that," he began, "I don't want to push my luck, but there's something else I want to talk to you about. But it depends on whether or not you'd be willing to work with me again."

A slightly confused look crossed Y/N's face.

"What do you mean? You want me to come back to work?"

"Not if you don't want to. I want you to do whatever you want," Robert said. "But there's a new opportunity that I wanted to share with you, one that you should know about."

Tilting her head, Y/N replied with slight apprehension, still unclear where Robert was going with this.

"Ok..."

"It's a new project that I'd like to show you, but it'd require you to come to my place. And before you say anything, I realize how that sounds, but it's not like that. We can sit in the lobby for all I care, but it's something I want you to see. But if you're not comfortable with that, we don't have to go, and I can find another time and place to show it to you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Looking at Robert, Y/N sat up straight. She knew she could trust him completely — he'd always made her feel safe and protected. As she softly grasped her clutch beside her, she nodded her head and spoke as she squeezed his hand with her free one, trying to convey her trust in him.

"We can go," she said softly.

After rising out of the booth and walking hand in hand out of the restaurant, Robert helped Y/N into the car before getting behind the wheel and driving them towards his condo, their hands once again joined the entire drive. When they arrived at the building and Y/N took in her surroundings, it was obvious from the expression on her face that she was taken aback by the sheer luxuriousness of the place. But it was nothing compared to her disbelief at the penthouse Robert called home when they stepped off the elevator and he led her inside.

The place was the definition of wealth. Not in a gaudy or over-the-top way, but it was hard to ignore the obvious role that money had to play in Robert's life, as so much of what she saw, the average person would never be able to afford. Huge and beautifully decorated, plush furniture filled the sitting and living rooms while lovely artwork adorned the walls and smart technology was everywhere, from the door locks to the thermostat to the light switches. The kitchen was set up with luxury smart appliances, and the living area boasted an enormous TV and state of the art entertainment system. She was certain that even one of Robert's doormats would have cost the same as her monthly rent, but she took comfort in knowing that he was still the Robert she knew.

Her eyes still wide in awe, Robert encouraged Y/N to have a seat on the huge sectional couch in the living room as he stepped away briefly and returned moments later carrying something Y/N couldn't immediately identify. As he came closer and then set it down on the coffee table in front of her, she realized it was an architectural cardboard mock-up of a building. As Robert set it down, he also set down a file folder, and once he'd then rounded the coffee table and sat down next to Y/N on the couch, she continued to look at the mock-up for a moment before then turning to Robert.

"What's that?" she said to him when their eyes met.

"It's a mock-up of a building I currently have in the works for a location just outside of downtown," Robert replied. "The second floor will be offices and meeting spaces, and the ground floor will have a resource center with a computer lab, classrooms, and recreational spaces on one side, while the other side will have a thirty semi-private bedroom setup."

Her expression a mixture of surprise and confusion, Y/N looked from Robert to the mock-up, then back to Robert again.

"But what's if for, exactly?" she asked.

Robert silently reached for the folder he'd set down on the coffee table, retrieving it and then handing it to Y/N. As he extended his arm towards her, he gestured for her to take the file from him.

"Take a look in there," he said with an encouraging smile.

Her eyes lowering to the folder, Y/N gently took it from Robert's hand and laid it on her lap before lifting the cover and looking inside. Robert watched her as she looked over the pages in the folder, and when she finally looked back up at him, his heart was pounding as he saw the shocked expression on her face.

"You're building a new homeless shelter?" she asked, her voice quiet in disbelief. "This is going to be a shelter and learning space for the homeless?"

"Yes," Robert nodded as he looked at her. "And we'll be able to house thirty people a night on one side while, on the other side, we'll offer basic education and job training classes, as well as the ability to connect with job coaches and other resources. And the classes and resources will be open to anyone throughout the day, not just those who are staying at the shelter. The second floor will be for staff and operations.”

Looking down at the folder again, Y/N then looked at the mock-up once more before then turning back to Robert.

"Robert...this sounds amazing." She shook her head in awe.

"I want you to run it," he said to her then.

Her eyes widening in shock, Y/N was speechless for a moment.

"Me? You want me to run the shelter?"

"This is as much your project as it is mine, Y/N," Robert replied. "Ever since you started working at the company, you've done more good than anyone else ever could. You inspired me every day to want to give back, because you were able to show everyone what a difference it could make. And when you had such passion for the homeless shelter grant, I knew we could accomplish even more if we had a place like this and you were in charge of it."

Y/N's face was still one of shock as she processed what Robert was saying and replied.

"How long have you been working on this?" she asked him quietly.

"About four months," he replied. “I was waiting to offer you the job until the plans were final. We're still in the process of getting all the permits and things like that, but construction is slotted to begin in the spring."

"Who's 'we'?" Y/N asked then. "Your father?"

Robert made a face and shook his head.

"No," he said firmly. "Several colleagues and board members who I approached with the idea and who agreed they'd like to be part of it in some way. But I'm funding it all separately, outside of Fischer Morrow, and my father won't have any say or involvement in any of it."

Y/N didn't think her eyes could get any wider.

"You're funding all of this on your own?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes," Robert replied. "But that's the easy part. The hard part will be figuring out what to do if you turn me down." He gave her a hesitant smile, still unsure of her collective impression of what he was suggesting.

"Robert..." Y/N shook her head again. She couldn’t believe that he had paid such intent attention to what she was passionate about, or that he had had this in the works and was planning to offer the job to her even before they’d gotten to this point. He’d done this with the intention of having her on board.

"I just want to be with you, Y/N," he said then. "And I don't want you to feel pressured or do anything you don't want to do. But you were my inspiration behind this, and you're the only one I can imagine doing this. This is as much your project as it is mine."

"Robert..." she said yet again, and when she looked down at the file again and just stared at it, Robert reached out and gently grabbed her hand.

"But I want you to do whatever you want to do," he said again as he looked in her eyes. "I just want you to be happy."

Looking down at the papers briefly once more, Y/N then silently pulled her hand out of Robert's to close the folder and pick it up, reaching out and setting it on the coffee table. She then turned back to Robert and shifted, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him in an adoring hug as she felt all her love for him coursing through her.

As Y/N shifted to place the folder on the table without saying a word, Robert was momentarily worried that she was somehow upset. But as soon as she moved closer and he felt her arms wrap around him, he felt an overwhelming rush of relief as he wrapped his own arms around her and held her close, his love for her making him feel happier than he ever had. And when Y/N turned her head over his shoulder to speak, he squeezed her tighter.

"When do I start?" she said softly, the smile evident in her voice.

Smiling himself, Robert slid his hands to her back and encouraged her to look at him. As Y/N pulled back enough to meet his eyes, she was still smiling.

"You know, you give me all this credit," she said as their eyes met, "but you're without a doubt the sweetest, most decent man I've ever known."

Robert smiled.

"I'm pretty sure that's only because you rubbed off on me," he said.

"Mm-mm," Y/N insisted with a strong shake of her head and a frown of disagreement. "This is who you are, and I could tell that from the moment I met you. You are such a good man, and you’ve always stayed that way regardless of your status or your money, or how your father wanted you to be. Not to mention you always defended me and made me feel safe, no matter how many times I’d try to bend the rules, or how much I'd pester you."

Grinning, Robert reached up and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Your pestering was my favorite part of every day," he said to her.

Her arms now holding his shoulders, Y/N smiled as she responded.

"Still, I should make it up to you. Maybe I can find you a new panda sweater. I'm pretty sure you just weren't looking for one hard enough."

At that, Robert laughed.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you about that," he said.

Y/N smiled.

"Yes, you should have," she replied, lifting a hand from his shoulder and laying her palm along the nape of his neck. "And you better tell me more, because I want to hear every single story like that about you."

His chest tightening at her statement, Robert pulled her closer, and when he did, he then reached up and grabbed her hand that was still on his shoulder, lowering it and lacing their fingers together.

Watching his motions, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as Robert met her eyes once more, and in response, she suddenly felt shy again, blushing and looking down as she exhaled a chortle of disbelief.

“What?” Robert said as he noticed her blush.

Y/N shook her head, and then quietly spoke.

“I just…I can hardly believe we’re here right now,” she said, mirroring the same statement he’d said earlier at dinner. Then she looked up and their eyes met.

“I know,” Robert replied. “It killed me thinking we never could be.”

“Me too,” Y/N said bashfully. “But I’m so happy we are now.”

Slowly, Robert released Y/N’s hand and lowered his to join his other hand on her waist. As she gripped his shoulders once more, Robert gently pulled Y/N closer, her nearly in his lap as he looked in her eyes.

“I love you,” he said to her.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back.

It felt so good to finally be able to say it out loud, and although they’d first said it last night, it was going to take a lot of catching up before either of them felt like they’d made up for lost time. And when Robert lifted his hands to her back and pulled her even closer, Y/N’s hands rose to the nape of his neck as their lips met for an adoring kiss.

Each of them was craving so much more, and as their lips moved together, Robert couldn't help but deepen the kiss as he felt Y/N stroke the nape of his neck and softly, sensually flex her fingers up his scalp, running one of her hands through his hair. In response, he slowly glided his hands up her back as he pulled her even closer, into his lap. Their lips still connected, Y/N willingly went where Robert guided her, the skirt of her dress riding up her legs slightly as she kneeled over his lap, her legs bent alongside each of his thighs as she straddled him, and Robert continuing to glide and dip his hands over her back as he pulled her close enough for their chests to meet. As he shifted slightly, Y/N dropped her hands to his shoulders once more, and she released a small whimper when Robert lifted a hand to the back of her head and further deepened the kiss, feeling the first hint of his erection beneath her, which Robert knew he couldn’t hide as Y/N rested in his lap.

As much as he didn't want to, Robert pulled away from Y/N's mouth at her sound, but still holding her as she opened her eyes and they looked at each other. His heart was pounding, and despite how badly he wanted her, he wouldn't push her to take anything further physically than what she was ready for. Granted, it would be torturous, but they'd waited this long, and if he had to, he'd wait longer. As they parted and their eyes met, Robert spoke.

"If you want to stop, just tell me," he said to her softly, trying to convey that there was absolutely no pressure, were no expectations. "I just want you to be comfortable."

Looking back at Robert, Y/N's heart was pounding, feeling so touched at his care and concern. As she held his eyes, she spoke softly as she replied.

"I am comfortable, because it's you. You've always protected me," she said. And when Robert responded at that with a soft squeeze of her hips, Y/N warmly leaned back into him as she finished on a whisper, her tone pleading.

"Make love to me, Robert. Please."

Upon hearing her words, Robert's heart pounded, and he looked back at her for only a moment before he threaded his fingers through her hair and urgently pulled her face to his once more.

Falling against him, Y/N met Robert's eagerness with her own, their lips once again connecting in a rush of emotion. As her chest pressed into his, Y/N lifted her hands to the back of his head again, cradling it lovingly as the heat between them rose, her heart skipping beats as she felt Robert's arousal beneath her. When she then felt his hands glide up her back in search of the zipper of her dress, she moved her hands to his face, holding his cheeks as he lowered her zipper and parted the fabric.

Every touch Y/N gave him was even more blissful than Robert always imagined it would be, and as she'd looked at him so lovingly and said he made her feel protected, that was all Robert ever wanted to keep doing. And now, having her permission, there was no stopping him.

As Y/N felt Robert open her dress, she lowered her hands from his face to his chest, their lips still together as she slowly slipped her hands beneath the shoulders of his suit jacket, pushing it down his arms as he leaned forward. Upon shrugging it off the rest of the way, Robert's hands returned to Y/N's back, peeling the dress down her torso and letting it gather at her waist as he then immediately replaced his hands on her bare skin, feeling her goosebumps rise under his palms as he touched her. Turning them, he then began to lean forward, encouraging Y/N to recline as he helped her off his lap and onto the deep cushions of the couch instead. As she lowered to the cushions, Y/N pulled Robert with her, their lips connecting once again as he shifted and hovered over her, kneeling between her legs. The thud of her shoes slipping off and hitting the floor sounded in the room, but it wasn't anything either of them even registered as Y/N lifted her hand to Robert's cheek and he reached for her dress, completely lost in each other as Robert blindly kicked off his own shoes and then peeled the dress the rest of the way off her.

Hastily loosening Robert's tie, Y/N paused for only a second to lift her hips off the couch enough for Robert to pull her dress away. She then grasped his tie again and lifted it over his head before blindly dropping it to the floor. Soon, the rest of his clothing had met her dress on the floor, too, and when Y/N felt Robert's erection press into her bare thigh through his boxers, her heart skipped a beat.

As their lips parted once again and she looked up at him, she couldn't stop herself from admiring his body. While it was always obvious he was fit, his suits sure hid a lot, because she'd never known about the gorgeous, firm muscles of his arms or the appealingly toned span of his chest. It wasn't too much, just enough to make her absolutely swoon, and before she could stop herself, her palms were gliding up the sexy curves of his biceps, squeezing them before then trailing her fingers along his chest and then smoothing her palms over his pecs. What she didn't realize was that Robert was watching her every move with a huge grin on his face, and when she bit her lip hungrily and then met his eyes, he smiled even bigger.

As he felt Y/N’s hands on his body, Robert’s erection grew even stiffer, tenting his boxers even more than they’d already been just seconds earlier. And as he looked down at Y/N and caught the adorably arousing image of her clearly enjoying what she saw, Robert couldn’t stop smiling. When her hands stilled on his arms, she looked up and met his eyes, and then Robert spoke.

"Like I said before, if you'd just done that one day at work, we'd have gotten here a lot sooner," he teased her.

"Well, if you'd taken your shirt off in the office, I absolutely would have," Y/N replied, pretending to be serious. "But you didn't, so it's all your fault."

Grinning again, Robert chuckled before lowering his face to hers again and hovering over her lips.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, softly bumping her nose with his affectionately.

Smiling against his lips, Y/N wrapped her arms around Robert's neck and kissed him.

"You're forgiven," she whispered back.

As they then kissed again, Y/N roamed her hands over Robert's back, relishing in finally feeling him like this. The only thing she wanted just as much was his hands on her, and quickly, her wish was granted as she felt Robert's palms slip under her, gliding between her skin and the couch cushion, searching for her bra clasp and gently, momentarily lifting her upwards in order to open it, and then helping her recline once more.

As Robert gently laid her back down, Y/N’s heart was racing as she saw the look in his eyes as he reached for her bra. Her chest was thumping, and she could feel her nipples already peaked in anticipation and her core steadily throbbing with arousal. She could feel the firmness of Robert’s erection against her as they were pressed close, but she was momentarily distracted from it as Robert silently pulled her bra away from her chest and mindlessly dropped it over the edge of the couch. His eyes immediately landed on her breasts, and Y/N blushed, her skin turning a soft pink as she felt the bashful desire and arousal coursing through her as Robert gazed at her body.

Robert momentarily paused as he just admired the beautiful perfection of her, having wanted her like this for so long and finally having her. Her full, pert mounds of flawless flesh and pink, peaked nipples seemed to be begging for his hands, and when he lifted his gaze and briefly met Y/N’s eyes, he could see how much her wanting matched his own, even beneath her shy blush.

Leaning back down to her, Robert kissed Y/N again with gentle tenderness, conveying his love for her and reassuring her once more before taking the liberty she was offering him to have her. As their lips were still together, Robert gently slipped one of his hands to her chest, cupping her breast and immediately relishing the feel of her in his hand, massaging her softly as he traced his thumb over her nipple.

Immediately, Y/N moaned into Robert’s mouth, the arousing, soft touch of his hand so divine as she felt him gently knead her and stroke her nipple. As his thumb ran over her peak again, she involuntarily arched into his touch, and when she felt Robert shift between her knees and then pull away from her mouth, she was then instead immediately receiving double the pleasure as he now cupped her other breast as well, using both his hands to touch her.

As Robert pulled back and shifted on his knees, he could feel Y/N’s eyes on him as he moved to use both his hands on her. But her eyes were almost instantly fluttering closed again in pleasure as he lifted both of his hands to her gorgeous breasts and cupped her once more, savoring the feeling of her soft skin and the aroused reaction of her arching into his touch. But when he leaned down again and hovered his mouth over her chest, the needy whimper she released when he briefly paused had Robert replacing his hands with his mouth in seconds, trailing adoring kisses all across her chest and over her breasts. As he kissed her, Robert felt Y/N’s hands carding through his hair and her fingers flexing against his scalp. Her touch, along with every sexy little gasp and whine she released, had his cock painfully throbbing and his chest pounding as Robert closed his lips around one of her nipples and eagerly sucked her, swirling his tongue over her bud and filling his mouth with her plump flesh.

As soon as Robert’s mouth was on her chest, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from lifting both her hands to his head, alternating between cradling him close to her and running her fingers over and over again though his thick, tug-worthy hair. She’d dreamt of being beneath him, feeling him touch her and being allowed to touch him like this for so long, and she was helpless to all the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her as she continued to desperately tug at Robert’s hair. And when he closed his mouth around her breast and sucked her nipple with eager tenderness, she thought she might faint.

With every flex of Y/N’s fingers through his hair and every glide of her palms over his upper back, Robert was encouraged to continue, eventually pulling away from her breasts long enough to trail kisses and touches down her torso, worshipping every inch of her as he lovingly held her steady with one hand on her hip beneath him. In response, Y/N continued to touch Robert everywhere she could, gliding her palms up and down his arms and over the muscled planes of his upper back, squeezing his arms, and still tugging through his hair every chance she could. As Robert reached her stomach, she was all too aware of the wetness in her panties, her core throbbing and her hips subtly yet uncontrollably rocking upward in need.

Feeling Y/N’s hips rocking, Robert finally lifted his head from her torso and moved back up to her, meeting her eyes as he lifted a hand to her face and lovingly stroked her cheek. As she looked up at him, Y/N mirrored the action, laying her palm along the side of Robert’s face and lovingly stroking his sideburn with her thumb as his chest pressed into hers and their lips met again.

When they parted, Y/N kept him close, pressing her forehead to Robert’s as she released a shaky exhale.

“Robert…” she breathed out.

His name coming from her with that tone of needy desperation was a sound he thought he’d only ever hear in his fantasies, and he couldn’t help but rock his own hips and press his stiff cock against Y/N’s thigh as he answered her.

“What is it?” he asked softly, ready to give her anything she needed as he stroked her cheek again.

Softly, she shook her head, then looked up and met his eyes, slipping her arms around his neck and keeping him close, wanting to feel wrapped up in him.

“I just...I’m so happy. I love you so much.”

At her words, Robert’s heart felt so incredibly full, and the fact that they were finally together was almost overwhelming as he heard her once more say what he’d wanted to hear from her for so long. She was the one person who’d always seen him for who he was, and he knew he was the luckiest man on Earth as he slipped an arm under her shoulders and held her against him.

“You make me so unbelievably happy,” he said to her, his eyes full of sincerity. “You always have.”

Robert kissed her then, feeling her wrap herself around him as he did, and when he pulled away, Y/N saw the emotion in his beautiful eyes.

“I love you so much,” he said back to her, and as Y/N cradled his head again, there was only a moment’s pause before their lips were joined once more.

After that, the need was too strong, and when their lips parted again, Y/N moved her mouth to the curve of Robert’s shoulder, trailing kisses up his neck, over his throat, and along his jaw as he held her to him and glided his hand down her side, skimming her breast as he then gripped her thigh and rocked his hips into hers. As Y/N eagerly matched Robert's movement, he squeezed her hip and held her lower half to his as his cock pressed between her legs and Y/N's fingers trailed along his chest. Moving his own fingers to the hem of her sexy little lace panties, Robert rocked into her once more before he pulled his hips away to be able to tug her panties down her legs, Y/N more than willing as she lifted her bottom to allow Robert to remove them from her. Her body now fully bared to him, Robert's fingers immediately returned to her inner thigh, gliding his way to her center and gently finding their place within her warm, slick center.

As soon as Robert's fingers skimmed her folds, Y/N immediately released a high moan, the soft strokes he began to touch her with feeling like a pleasureful torture. Thrusting her hips, she uncontrollably sought more, arching into Robert's touch as he ever so gently traced her again before slipping his thumb to her crown, her arousal slicking the pad of his thumb as he pressed it to her clit and circled her. Robert was drunk on her when Y/N responded with a gasp so sexy and needy that he circled her again and again with more pressure, dying to elicit the same sound from her once more. When he did, Robert felt his cock throbbing in his boxers.

Tracing lower over her folds once more, Robert then gently slipped one finger and then another inside her, and the effect of his touch on her was arousingly obvious as Y/N mewled again and again and her face scrunched up in beautiful pleasure as he worked his fingers inside her. Robert just wanted to keep giving her more, and he alternated between her core and her clit as Y/N responded to each touch with a thrust of her hips or a desperate tug on Robert’s hair. Y/N’s reactions to him were everything Robert had always envisioned and more, and as Y/N suddenly opened her eyes and they looked at each other, Robert was dying for Y/N to simultaneously touch him while she also continued to melt under his touch.

There was absolutely no consistent rhythm to her pulse anymore, Y/N's heart skipping so many beats in thrill and pleasure that she thought she might have a heart attack. And she couldn't even be embarrassed at the near shameful moans that escaped her when she felt Robert touch her in the most intimate ways, the emotion between them and the pleasure it brought her much too blissful to hold back her reactions. She was in heaven, and when Y/N felt Robert withdraw his fingers and briefly relent as he shifted her and kissed her chest again, she was reaching for the waistband of his boxers and needily pushing them down his hips.

He’d shifted her to allow the two of them to be even closer, but when he withdrew his fingers from Y/N, Robert felt her grasp his waistband and begin to tug his boxers down, peppering kisses over his neck and throat as she did. His heart pounding, Robert placed one more kiss between Y/N's breasts before hastily helping her push his boxers down his hips, then kicking them off as he brought himself close to her once more. As he hovered over her, Y/N grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him as she parted her legs wider and felt Robert settle himself back between her legs, his stiff cock brushing against her folds as he did.

Robert threaded his fingers through Y/N’s hair as she connected their lips again and he felt the slick warmth of her core rubbing against his cock. As she lovingly held his face, he ground his hips into hers again, and then, he felt Y/N lower a palm from his cheek and move her hand, slipping it between their bodies. In an instant, a deep groan came from Robert as he felt Y/N gently wrap her fingers around his cock, her hand moving down between them and enclosing him within her palm.

As Y/N gently began to stroke Robert's shaft, she could feel the groan emanating from deep within his chest, and she relished in giving him this intimate pleasure. Hearing him panting with his head in the crook of her neck, Y/N continued to place loving kisses along his skin as she then softly swiped her thumb over his tip, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the stiff heat and the beads of arousal from him in her hand. Her free hand at the nape of his neck, she continued to stroke him up and down, and Robert was groaning into Y/N's mouth as he kissed her and needily lifted his hand to her breasts again, squeezing her and thumbing her nipples as her hand beautifully worked his cock, making him mindless to anything else as he could only focus on what the two of them were giving each other.

As Y/N felt Robert’s hands on her breasts again, she moaned, bending her knees again and her hips rocking. Feeling her knees bump his hips, Robert hastily grabbed Y/N’s thighs one at a time and pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist. Squeezing her thighs around him tightly, Y/N’s hand released him as she felt Robert shift once more. His cock now throbbing against her folds, Robert met Y/N’s eyes a final time, and when she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders in a silent go-ahead, he needed no further encouragement.

Quickly moving his hand between their bodies, Robert reached down and guided himself to Y/N’s entrance. After a split second of a shared look between them, Robert then thrusted his hips forward and slid inside her in one swift motion, and when he did, he didn’t know what was more blissful — the feeling of slipping inside her, or the sound of what came from her when he did.

“Ahhhh, Robbie!” Y/N gasped breathlessly in his ear, her arms tightening around his shoulders as he entered her. Helplessly, her back arched off the cushions as she felt all of Robert enter her, and her eyes were squeezed closed in pleasure as she gasped and her heart skipped again.

It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and as Y/N gasped and his name escaped her like it did, Robert knew he never had and never would hear anything more beautiful or erotic as her calling him that in that desperate voice of pleasure. He was unable to hold back, and as Y/N arched beneath him and gasped again, Robert was thumbing her clit once more in a needy attempt to hear it from her again.

Just when she thought the feeling of him couldn’t get any better, Y/N was sinking her nails into Robert’s back as he ran his thumb once again over her pulsing bud. The combined feeling of his cock inside her and his fingers stimulating her had Y/N’s mouth falling open and her back yet again arching, and she couldn’t help or stop the way she cried his name when she was so completely consumed by it all, and she didn’t even realize the version of his name that slipped from her lips.

“Mmmmm, Robbie,” she moaned again desperately.

It was nearly too much, the erotic bliss of eliciting it from her again, and as Robert looked down and saw the same pleasure he felt also consuming Y/N, he began to move in and out of her, relishing the feeling of her nails sinking into his back as she clung to him and her legs tightened around his waist.

She felt like pure heaven, her plush, tight walls fluttering open and then clamping around him with every thrust. That, combined with the skimming of her hands over his body and the press of her lips against his skin had Robert certain that if he died right then, he would die the happiest person on Earth, and the exact same thought was running through Y/N’s head as she felt Robert’s sizeable heat inside her. Not only had his suits hidden the gorgeous lean muscle of his frame, but she now knew what else he’d been hiding as she felt so satisfyingly full with him inside her.

Robert was mesmerized as he looked down and watched the pleasured expressions cross Y/N’s face and saw her beautiful body beneath his. He ran his hands over her flawless skin as her full breasts bounced with every thrust of his hips, and when he lowered his face to kiss her again, he felt her eagerness for his mouth as she lifted one of her hands from his shoulders to sink into his hair while the other lowered to run her palm over his chest. As Robert thrusted into her again, she whimpered against his lips and her grip on his hair tightened, and he deepened the kiss as Y/N met his thrusts with a jutting of her own hips.

They moved with each other so seamlessly, it was as if it wasn’t their first time together. With every kiss, touch, and whisper that one of them gave, the other gave it back just as perfectly, and it was all highlighted by the sheer joy and relishing of finally being together. They were appreciating each other in a way they only could with their previous need to hold back now finally no longer stopping them.

Eventually, with another soft press of Y/N’s lips to his neck, Robert was groaning her name back to her as he could feel himself nearing the edge. But he’d be damned if he didn’t elicit the same pleasure for her, and Robert slipped his hand between their bodies again to find her with his fingers. He was quickly rewarded with Y/N’s beautiful cries again as he softly worked her clit between his fingers and under his thumb, and her mouth was falling open again as she panted into his neck.

“Robbie…” she breathed as he stroked her once more, and when Y/N began to feel the pleasure inching closer and closer, she was desperately clinging to him. As Robert could feel her pulsing against his touch, he worked her more, his heart once again pounding as his name left her lips. When she clamped around him and he could feel her thighs tensing around his hips, Robert made the final push to bring her over the edge, and when her climax came, he moved her though it with another thrust of his hips as she released a high whine into his neck, and Robert pulled back just in time to see the pleasure wash over her face.

Y/N could feel the pleasure so close, and her thighs were quivering around Robert as his fingers built her up to the brink. And when he followed up the roll of her clit between his fingers with another forceful thrust of his hips, she was seeing stars behind her eyelids as her release washed over her with a final outcry as she buried her face in his neck, but she felt Robert quickly pull away to look at her, and she had no ability or desire to hide her reaction.

As Y/N cried out and clamped around him, that was the final piece to make Robert completely surrender to his own release. Y/N’s soft, tight warmth pulsing around him, Robert thrusted in and out of her again as he chased the peak of the high she was giving him. And as her walls tugged him so perfectly and she rocked her hips with him to take him so deep, it was just seconds after Y/N cried out that Robert was deeply groaning her name back to her as she ran her hands up his arms once more.

“Y/N…” he groaned from low in his chest, and he came inside her on a final deep thrust with more pleasure than he’d ever felt before.

Looking up, Y/N lifted one of her hands and gently stroked her fingers through Robert’s hair once more in comforting affection as he came down from the rush. As Robert felt her fingers against his scalp, he opened his eyes to see Y/N lovingly watching him, and his lips were on hers in an instant as they both still breathed heavily, parting between kisses for air. Lifting a hand and laying it along her face, Robert softly stroked Y/N’s cheek as they kissed once more, and as each breath further grounded them both again, she curled her arms around his neck and hummed out a small, contented sigh as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck.

Eventually, after several moments of blissful quiet, Robert lifted his head and looked down at Y/N, brushing a strand of her hair off her forehead as he smiled at her. Looking up at him, Y/N smiled back with a blush as she stroked her fingers along the nape of Robert’s neck, and he pressed his chest closer into hers in response. After he did, they kissed once more, and as they did, Y/N suddenly giggled.

“What?” Robert asked her with a curious smile as he pulled away from her mouth.

“Nothing,” Y/N replied, but then she slipped her arms under Robert’s before bending her elbows and locking her arms over his shoulders, pulling him even closer. “I was just thinking that you’re the best blanket I’ve ever had.”

Smiling big, Robert pressed them deeper into the couch cushions, but then his expression became slightly concerned as he felt Y/N shiver beneath him and he saw goosebumps rising on her skin.

“Are you cold?” he asked her, but he didn’t wait for her to respond before he turned his head and was reaching for the throw blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. Lifting away from her, he began to lay it over her, but Y/N stopped him and encouraged him to cover both of them with it instead. Shifting them, Robert slipped behind her and pulled the blanket over them, both of them scooting deeper into the couch as they spooned and Robert’s arm wrapped snugly around Y/N’s waist. When they were settled, Y/N exhaled a little laugh.

“It’s a good thing this couch is so big,” she said with a smile.

Chuckling, Robert replied.

“I swear to you, this kind of thing was not my intention when I bought this couch,” he said.

Giggling, Y/N traced her fingers over Robert’s arm.

They laid there in contented silence for several moments, and when Robert spoke again, it was softly in Y/N’s ear.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve always wanted to hold you like this,” he said to her.

At hearing that, Y/N carefully turned beneath the blanket, facing Robert and looking at him as his arm found her waist again and she lovingly laid her hand on his chest as she responded.

“And you have no idea how badly I’ve always wanted to be in your arms.”

Pulling her as close against him as possible, Robert kept her gaze as he replied.

“Then I’m not going to let go,” he said, and their lips were just inches apart as Y/N moved her head closer to his, responding just before their lips met again in another soft kiss.

“Good,” she whispered.

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