notacarrotcruncher

[notacarrotcruncher]

He couldn't help the laugh that tumbled from his lips at the messy, sweet kisses she began pressing to his face.

"I know, darlin'. I love you, too."

A back of his fingers brushed her cheek before he leant in for a long, slow kiss. As he drew away, though, he asked, "Are you alright? Please tell me I didn't hurt you. You're already in a state. It doesn't need to be any worse."

Close to her, soft but still inside of her, he felt the intimacy of the moment. It was pure and sweet, and he let himself enjoy it. He kissed her again, hoping for the reassurance that she was okay before they eventually separated.

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A soft laugh was her only response at first as she let him hold her, together. She was absolutely useless for the moment, unable to hold herself up in his lap and she loved it.

"I know," she murmured after a moment, pressing a messy kiss to his throat, then another to his chin and his jaw.

"You always have me, Vic."

She drew back a little so she could see his face, kissing his cheek, then his nose.

"I love you, Victor Lundy."

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It didn't take very much for him. It was the feeling of her shattering atop him, the way her muscles squeezed him. He was lost. He came apart at the seams for her, moaning softly into her throat as waves of pleasure washed over him and he filled her with heat.

For a few long moments, neither of them spoke. Vic was too busy trying to gasp for ragged breaths. As his pulse slowed and he allowed himself to relax beneath her, he wound his arms around her back, still careful of her arm, and held her close.

"Mm, that's it," he murmured softly. "I've got you, love."

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"Good. You can enjoy the jealousy you can hear when they tease you about it, because you get laid and it's so incredibly sexy."

A huff of laughter escaped her at his confession and she dipped her head to press her forehead to his hair while he bit at her neck, knowing how crazy it made her.

"Yes," she panted in agreement as his magic fingers began to help take her apart. "Yes Vic, yes."

Everything combined together had her so ramped up, all of the emotions of the last day, the tension of the night before and the feel of him now, here with her, beneath her and inside of her, it all twisted together. And she was biting back a moan, legs trembling as she fell apart for him.

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He was fighting to keep in every moan, a soft gasp eventually escaping against her lips as they kissed.

"You wanted to make me feel better? It's working."

A hoarse laugh tumbled from his lips and he turned, shifting slightly and continuing to roll his hips beneath her. Every thrust left him breathless, left him closer and closer to the edge of bliss, the edge of ecstasy. It wouldn't be long. Neither of them were going to last.

"I'm never gonna hear the end of this," he whispered. "Just so you know."

He was mindful of her arm, making sure not to touch or cause her to strain much. His lips wandered along her throat, biting gently but not leaving any marks behind. What a fucking marvel it was, just how good all of this was. Just when he thought he couldn't handle any more, he let a hand wander down between them to caress her, wanting to help her along.

"I'm so close."

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She'd lost her breath even before he pressed himself into her, he was such a tease, every brush of his fingers, his mouth and his cock designed to make her lose her mind. And she did. Every single time.

She'd pressed her face into the side of his neck to keep in the moan that had threatened to escape when he pushed into her and then she laughed, a choked little sound against his skin which trailed off into a moan.

"I think they're definitely jealous," she murmured against his mouth with a grin, going in for another kiss.

Her head tipped back as he began to move and she bit her lip as his mouth found her neck, as he spoke, the words stroking her skin.

"Not exactly," she replied, her breath catching on a gasp making her pause before she continued, her voice a little rougher. "I wanted to make you feel better... Oh fuck, Vic."

The hand she had pressed against the side of his throat flexed lightly and she dipped forward for another kiss, her forehead finding his after as she painted, grinning.

"So I suppose in a way, yes. I did."

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"I never can help myself when it comes to you, can I? We're always..." He paused, desperately kissing her again. "Fuck, that's good. Your hand is so warm. We're always shagging each other's brains out."

A hand slipped lower, dipping down between their bodies to help guide himself. He brushed his cock along her warm skin and the sensitive nerves there, tantalizing and needy. He slipped into her so easily, a hiss tumbling from his lips. He moaned softly into another kiss, teeth nipping at her lower lip, and shifted his lips slightly.

"If they do know what we're doing in here, and I'm sure they do, they're probably just jealous..."

Ever so gently, with a hand around her waist for support, he began to roll his hips. It was so hard to keep quiet, but he somehow managed. It almost felt like an impossible feat. It never failed to hit him just how fucking well they fit together as well. It was a marvel.

With his lips on her throat, he whispered for her.

"Did you come to visit me with this in mind? Just curious. Jesus Christ... You feel so good."

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She squirmed to help him as best she could as he stripped her. And when he had some skin bared or her she reached out to touch it. Her palm slipped beneath the open wings of his shirt, fingers splaying over the warm plain of his chest, feeling the strong, fast beat of his heart.

She made a low sound of need into the kiss, tangled up with a little laugh at his words, she nipped his lower lip lightly before she responded.

"'Course they know. And I don't know about you, but I don't care. I like that they know we can't keep our hands off of each other. I like that they know the sex must be so incredibly, mind-blowingly good that we can't stop."

She shifted his lap, dragging her hips against him teasingly before she pushed up onto her knees, giving him room to line himself up. Her free hand slid up the side of his neck as she tipped his head back so she could kiss him again, nipping at his lip teasingly before giving in and kissing him properly like that both needed.

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Love’s an honest mistake, /

and my heart’s yours to break.

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Things between them would never grow stale. It was always sexy, ridiculously fun, and new. Despite everything, in spite of the time they been together, been married, it was always exciting. The sex was always mind-blowing. They had no issues in that area. He was helpless to it, just as he was to the way she whispered a soft, "Help."

He helped her out of her top, shimmied her bottoms and knickers lower, and got to work on his own clothing. He left his dress shirt on, having rid himself of the tie, and quickly worked the buttons free.

His lips were on hers, his kisses hot and needy, and he murmured to her. "We're ridiculous, you know. They know what we're doing in here. Everyone probably fucking knows." He laughed as he said it. "Somehow, even if I should be mildly embarrassed about it, it only makes it hotter."

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Her lips pulled up at the corners at the softness of his words despite the urgency with which he moved to undress himself and the eager way his mouth moved against her own. He was the hottest and sweetest man ever.

"I'll speak with the doctor then," she felt a flutter of excitement in her belly, even though it was still just an idea. But this was more real than they'd ever been before about it and she couldn't wait.

Her body arched into the touch of his hands as he smoothed them down the length of her ribs to cradle her hips and she caught her lower lip between her teeth, gazing down at him with hooded eyes.

"Yes," she agreed, her voice husky and breathy with need for him. For the hot, sexy, life affirming sex they were no doubt about to have. "Help."

She shifted slightly on his lap, siting up straighter to give him a little room as she carefully moved her arm. Luckily she'd worn reasonably simple, baggy clothes today -though she wore them well and looked good- having had no desire to jostle her arm too much after she'd woken.

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love elizabeth s.

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- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

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"Yeah, I'm game," he murmured, the words raspy and husky in his throat. He wanted a son or a daughter with her. There was no denying it.

Vic moaned softly into her kiss, fingers squeezing her thighs as he settled beneath her. His fingers eventually rose to begin unknotting his tie, wanting her free hand running across his warm skin.

"Just be careful," he warned, eyes meeting hers for a brief moment. "I'd rather not hurt you again, you know. Let's not make things any worse."

Somehow, despite the odds and the distance between them, he managed to slip out of his jacket without knocking against her injured arm. He laid it over the back of the sofa, on the opposite end, before returning for another kiss. Once his tie was gone, his hands traveled along her ribs to her hips.

"Need you out of these clothes—right fucking now... Let me help."

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She arched a brow at his words, the barest hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth as he pulled her into his lap. Her free hand, the one not tangled up by the sling she was, annoyingly, strapped into she rested against his chest. She leant forward and teasingly drew her mouth and the tip of her nose over his own, ghosting against his mouth.

"You think we should?" She murmured, the words stroking against his skin. "Because I'm game if you are..."

Then she kissed him, properly. Her mouth finally finding his as she settled more comfortably into his lap, enjoying the way his large hands and long fingers cradled her thighs.

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Intimate was the right word to describe it all. Vic came to sit by her, a hand reaching out to run his fingers through her brunette hair. This certainly wasn't the first time they had shagged in his office, nor would it be the last, and he huffed in amusement at her words.

"Maybe you should see your doctor," he offered, lips brushing her jaw and drawing her closer with all the tenderness that he could muster. "See if it's safe to stop taking your birth-control... We've wanted to be parents for a long time now. Perhaps now's the time. Maybe it's meant to be."

Everyone knew what they were up to in his office. He knew that. He didn't particularly care, though. They would leave him be for a while, steering clear of his office. The thought alone had a ripple of excitement rolling down his spine.

Shifting slightly, he sat back and drew her into his lap. Any other position would probably cause more harm than good. She was sore and he didn't care to make it any worse. It was his fault. After all, he was the one who shot her.

"C'mere," he murmured sweetly, hands brushing her toned thighs as she settled down in his lap. "Kiss me."

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The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as he met her gaze, as the gentle click of the lock sliding into place sounded through the room and as the blinds dimmed the light slightly. The whole thing was so incredibly intimate and telling. There was no doubt that the rest of his office suspected what was going on within. And it was somewhat thrilling, really.

"Mm," she hummed softly, a sultry little sound in the back of her throat as she tipped her head, watching as he stalked back toward her, all wonderful long limbs and beautiful sharp edges.

"Whatever shall we do about that?"

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He drew in a shuddering breath at the heady combination of her words, her wandering fingers, and the feeling of her lips against his warm skin.

"I... It certainly does, doesn't it? We practice enough."

Rising from his seat on the sofa, he went to his door and popped his head out. He let a nearby PA know that he was taking an early lunch and asked not to be bothered for the next half hour. His eyes met hers as he turned the lock, brows furrowing. He closed the blinds on his door, a laugh spilling from his lips.

"I'm sure the rumor has already been heard by everyone around," he said, making his way back over to her. "You're probably right."

For now, the cream cheese bagel was forgotten. Soon enough, his mouth would be far too busy, anyhow.

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Vic’s brows rose at the nursery comment. How was he ever going to live that one down with the lads? His eyes went wide.

“I’m good, thank you. I’ve got a cup of coffee to finish first.”

He waited until then were alone again before asking, “Nursery accident? Bloody hell… They’ll all think you’re pregnant, and you’re not. Not yet, anyway.”

He ran a hand over his face, a laugh tumbling from his lips. They were completely and utterly ridiculous, the pair of them. She was useless when it came to little lies as well. Given the time, she might have come up with a far better cover story. He groaned.

“You’ll need to be expecting soon,” he teased. “Just so we can smooth things over. Not that we’ve ever had any trouble when it comes to trying.” He was teasing. In any case, they actually wanted a child someday. it wouldn’t be so bad now, would it?

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Vic's brows rose at the nursery comment. How was he ever going to live that one down with the lads? His eyes went wide.

"I'm good, thank you. I've got a cup of coffee to finish first."

He waited until then were alone again before asking, "Nursery accident? Bloody hell... They'll all think you're pregnant, and you're not. Not yet, anyway."

He ran a hand over his face, a laugh tumbling from his lips. They were completely and utterly ridiculous, the pair of them. She was useless when it came to little lies as well. Given the time, she might have come up with a far better cover story. He groaned.

"You'll need to be expecting soon," he teased. "Just so we can smooth things over. Not that we've ever had any trouble when it comes to trying." He was teasing. In any case, they actually wanted a child someday. it wouldn't be so bad now, would it?

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“Well, I appreciate it… I really do. The wonderful company is more than welcome.”

He smiled at her for a moment before retrieving his cup of coffee to set on the nearby table. He went digging in the bakery bag after, pulling out two bagels, a tiny container of butter, one for cream cheese as well, and a butter knife. He set hers down on a napkin and began spreading the room-temperature cream cheese across his bagel.

“Thank you for this. How are you feeling now, though?”

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"Well, I appreciate it... I really do. The wonderful company is more than welcome."

He smiled at her for a moment before retrieving his cup of coffee to set on the nearby table. He went digging in the bakery bag after, pulling out two bagels, a tiny container of butter, one for cream cheese as well, and a butter knife. He set hers down on a napkin and began spreading the room-temperature cream cheese across his bagel.

"Thank you for this. How are you feeling now, though?"

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He was absolutely fucking floored when she came through that door. His jaw fell open, hanging for a moment as she slipped into his office and closed the door behind herself with a polite, contrite expression.

“What are you doing here, love? You should be home resting. Sleeping, recovering, all of that. You need it.”

She had just been shot, for god’s sake!

“Sit, please. Come over to the sofa with me.”

He was immediately rising from his office chair and rushing over, expression one of fret and concern.

“Do I smell bagels? Have I mentioned lately just how ridiculous you are?”

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He was absolutely fucking floored when she came through that door. His jaw fell open, hanging for a moment as she slipped into his office and closed the door behind herself with a polite, contrite expression.

"What are you doing here, love? You should be home resting. Sleeping, recovering, all of that. You need it."

She had just been shot, for god's sake!

"Sit, please. Come over to the sofa with me."

He was immediately rising from his office chair and rushing over, expression one of fret and concern.

"Do I smell bagels? Have I mentioned lately just how ridiculous you are?"

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He was busy in the office. There had been a lot of fallout from the day before. Everyone had congratulated Vic on having at least shot the mob boss. He, however, wasn’t so pleased. He felt sour and sick to his very stomach. When said boss had texted him, he was quick to respond. 

No, I’m not. I want to come home.

Everyone’s fucking ecstatic that I shot you. I’m not. 

V xx 

@notjustajellyfish​

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She was just settling at the table with some tea and toast when the response came through. She considered the message for a moment, her hands curled around her mug, soaking up the warmth.

It won’t be too long.

Hang in there.

A x

She finished her breakfast and paused for a moment before she made a decision. She dressed and then headed over to the station to see him. She picked up some bagels on the way. It was incredibly risky, yes, but she wanted to do something nice for him. Not half an hour later she was slipping into the building, greeting people with a smile as she made her way up to his office.

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notjustajellyfish​:

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She felt groggy and terrible when she woke some time later, a response to the pain meds she’d taken the night before and the fresh pain that was starting to bloom now that those same meds had worn off. For a few moments she laid there in the middle of the empty bed before she slowly pushed herself up to head into the bathroom.

As she was making herself tea and tipping out a few more of those awful pain pills she found his note. As she waited for the toaster to pop with her toast she hunted down her phone and tapped out a quick text for him. It was late morning by now, closing in on lunch time.

Hope you’re having a good morning.

A x

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He was busy in the office. There had been a lot of fallout from the day before. Everyone had congratulated Vic on having at least shot the mob boss. He, however, wasn’t so pleased. He felt sour and sick to his very stomach. When said boss had texted him, he was quick to respond. 

No, I’m not. I want to come home.

Everyone’s fucking ecstatic that I shot you. I’m not. 

V xx 

@notjustajellyfish