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Traffic lights made it a lot easier than having to learn and memorize new words. For one night stands, it was the best kind of arrangement. In his opinion, at least. So he work swiftly, as often positioning could be an awkward stage of it all. Yet watching her struggle, thighs quivering had often made the process worthwhile. “More?” he questioned, pulling the dildo from inside her entirely, only to then plunge the toy as deeply as she could take it. A hum was produced, his large hand colliding with her ass until his hand print was engraved in red there. “I don’t possibly know what more you could want, Xenia,” he teased, picking up a different pace, moving much faster, but ensuring each thrust was as deep and hard as the one before. “Maybe next time we try a sex machine, yeah?” he questioned, her arousal gliding from the toy towards his hand. “You’re making a    m e s s,” he told her with a quiet tsk, his drenched thumb caressing her tight ring of muscles. “I could be coerced into allowing you another orgasm,” he reasoned. “But it will take a lot more than you pouting at me.” Nails grazed roughly along her spine, only for another smack to be given to her other cheek.

“So what could you possibly do to deserve such a treat?“ Nani twirled the dildo once it was fully buried within her, allowing her some friction. His free hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest to the mattress and allowing her ass to lift further into the air. A new angle was permitted, the toy now driving mercilessly into her weeping sex, hitting that sweet spot every chance he got. The hand between her shoulders moved slightly, so he could squeeze the back of her neck slightly. "You wanna cum for me, Xenia? Then you can cum. Let me do all the work this time. Be a good girl and show me you can do that.”

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A scream erupted from her mouth, back arched and she jumped slightly forward at the next deep thrust of the toy. It hit her deep, almost painful, but right now, there was no pain. Pain was going to be a problem for tomorrow. Today she just felt full and had a tough time breathing at the increased pace and movements. Teeth dug into the inside of her cheeks to suppress any more loud noises coming from her, all while taking all the penetration she received from behind. Xenia could hear him talk but she didn’t really listen to anything he said, all too deep in her own pleasure increasing, slowly rising to the top. “Mhmm,” she muffled as she felt the sting on her ass, nothing in comparison to what was happening to her pussy.

Now her upper body being pressed down, her face being buried in cushions, she struggled a bit until she was able to breathe again. Breathing was already hard enough with the way her body responded to the toy, she could feel her orgasm build up and starting to reach it’s peak. A little whine, muffled into the pillows as she came, her core throbbing and swelling around the dildo, it started to get uncomfortable now that she reached her orgasm.

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Alec’s mother had been the one to extend the invitation towards the girl. The woman had been carrying balloons and liquor, needed help bringing everything in and, had of course, made a comment about how she should join them, as everyone knew how much she adored Alec. The comment had not sat well with her, yet there she was, attending a party to prove a point. What an idiot. Having Alec call her out on her shit only made her feel more like a sitting duck waiting to be hit. The young girl was not sure how she wanted things to play out, had no idea what to say or which approach to take. For several moments, the silence stretched between them until, eventually, she sighed. “It’s stupid. My attitude. You’re right, it shouldn’t be like this. I’m just being silly.” Reluctantly, Emma reached for his shoulder, pad of her thumb caressing the curve. “I am glad you’re back. You’ve been missed.” Not just by her, she felt tempted to add but she let that one slide. “I just have a lot on my mind at the moment. But we should hang out while you’re in town.” She’d probably find her way out of that one, but one step at a time. @sarcastrophics​

To Alec, her behavior was not understandable. He couldn’t recall what happened back then that left her acting like this towards him. So yes, asking about it was not all that wrong, it would probably clear it up. Whatever it was, maybe she would consider talking about it --- or at least give him a chance to apologize, for whatever he did wrong. The silence remained for a while, until she finally spoke up. The strange behavior was gone and what remained was… nice? Well, on first sight, but actually he worried it was a facade. “Okay…” he said a little suspiciously, nodding her head at the offer. “Cool, let’s do that. We can start out by you telling me what is on your mind?” He wondered, his lips curling into a grin. “Don’t leave me here alone, please? It’s the least you could do for me.”

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Years passed and, despite his luxurious lifestyle and frequent attendance at parties, Ekon had yet to drain his inheritance. Instead, he seemed to - unwillingly - accumulate wealth. He’d invested in the same fashion he did all things in life:    r e c k l e s s l y. Somehow, it had paid off, with heavy gain in shares which often translated to more money than he could spend. He travelled, he drank, he bought properties, but it only added to his social media now delivering a few thousand dollars each time he posted a pic and, those properties, were yet another source of income. While he should have been happy by then, all he was was…. BORED.   

Until tonight. Liana was a familiar face, a reminder of a different time, when everything felt more alive and colorful. “I believe that word was one of your favorites, not mine, love,” he teased quietly, trying to remember if it was always this good. Or if it only felt as though it had been due to nostalgia. Ekon tried not to hiss whe she reached for the most sensitive part of his cock, fingers now denting her flesh as he squeezed her ass to the point where it had to be a little painful. “A lot is at stake here. I know you love being bent over and taken advantage of,” he groaned as she slid completely onto his shaft. “Forgot how big my cock was?” he teased further, pinching one of her nipples. 

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Back then in the day, Liana could not imagine starting anything serious with Ekon. He was just… so different from what she was looking for in a partner. But the sex was good so she repeated that mistake once or twice too much. “Ever so fucking cocky, good to see nothing has changed,” she hissed through clenched teeth, a gasp escaping her as he was fully inside her. She wasted no time, starting to ride him slowly, leaning back against the wheel so he could see her at full display. In fact, she had no idea if anything in his life changed. They kind of skipped the part of catching up and talking, it was quickly decided that they would leave the club after a few drinks and fuck in the car. Talking didn’t seem all too necessary anyway, it was never their strong suit.

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Gustave allowed his calloused fingers to tap against the solid surface of his desk. A hum was produced even if there was no one but himself present to hear it. Their first face to face meeting would answer more questions than a internet chatroom ever could, but before then, there was plenty of boring - yet necessary - topics to cover. He had not contemplated on monogamy, but it was easily something he could add to the offer     

DM: I believe companionship, as well as exclusivity is something I can offer. I do expect you to feel comfortable; with me, with the activities we would be engaging in. If I propose something that makes you uncomfortable, I expect you to tell me and we’ll either discuss it or move onto something else. Though it is essential, I think, that I disclose some facts I feel are important from the get got. a) I am mostly interested in BDSM but, as most people, I can fuck without prompts every time. I do not expect the submissive/dominant factor to play into our relationship beyond the bedroom. b) I cannot be a gentle lover. Even without the toys, furniture, props, I don’t do slow lovemaking.. c) Moving forward I will need an estimate of your expenses. @sarcastrophics​

It was not like she had to do this now with her professor. She was still unsure how everything would be handled afterwards…. in class, in university...  It confused her, but that was yet something to figure out. And if they would not come to agreeable terms, then it would be difficult to just forget this encounter as well. But it was what it was now. Apparently, he was interested in her, so, she was curious to see what would happen. Reading the message, she wasted no time to respond.

DM: Alright. No exclusiveness is a big deal breaker for me, so I’m glad this is settled. In case you change your mind, let me know. I am alright with a and b, but c? Why?

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It served both their purposes that no one, other than themselves, knew the two young people were fucking each other’s brains out. For one, Emma would prefer no one knew how little - or how much - experience she possessed. Diego was a safe option, someone she knew and someone who had no interest for virginities. It had been simple enough - and it had been fun, above all things. But it seemed reluctant and, maybe, even a little counter productive to keep doing the same thing every night, expecting a different result in the morning. Before the brunette could continue to pick on minor details, her front had been pressed to his, her mouth claimed brutally. A groan was muffled between them, her hands cupping his face before she found herself wrapped around his body, legs snaking around his waist. “I do like it when you manhandle me,” Emma whispered into his neck before biting the tender flesh.

Well, he had made the promise to himself to make this last time -- according to her, at least, unforgettable. Her voice and words prove that his instincts to just go for it and the way he did it was just right. Hissing at the little bite, his fingers dug into her soft skin, moving her until he found a surface to place her on, so he could free his hands to undress her entirely. Not caring about any damage, something crashed off the table where he had sat her and he heard a rip of fabric as he pulled on her shirt and wasted no time to get it off, mouth pressing against her breasts and biting into the warm flesh.

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Most of his potential sexual encounters played out in a similar fashion. Other than the fact that, generally speaking, Kenny had to establish contact first - which, evidently, had not been the case tonight, the game plan was quite simple. He met a girl, chatted her up and, at some point of the evening, did exactly what he had done to Jessica: found an opening, and took advantage. It was hardly a surprise that her pupils had blow up the moment she registered the pressure he applied to her neck, but it at least reassured him they would have some interests in common, yet she had the cheek to challenge him. Poor thing. He found himself chuckling into his beverage. “Why? Did that little gesture make you wet?” he pressed lightly. “I’m afraid I’ll need evidence,” the artist admitted, fingers cool from holding his beer bottle caressing her legs and then shifting to do the same to her thigh. Between the mass of people, loud music and lack of lighting, Kenny knew the foreplay would go unnoticed to anyone other than themselves. “Do you know how to be quiet? Or should I find a gag ball?” @sarcastrophics​

Oh yeah, he saw right through her, but she wouldn’t admit it. His ego must be bigger than she believed, Jess thought she would have to seduce him with sweet words and nice gestures, but instead he was here making a mess out of her without even much work. Not how this was supposed to go, but it made her even more so excited about doing the dare. No one would ever believe her what was happening here, so she already made the decision to keep it to herself. She rolled her eyes at his little remark about having made her wet, for a lack of better reaction. And there he went again, his hand trailing over her thighs and closer to her warm core, Jessica tried to keep her cool and hardly made any moves, just her own eyes remained locked on his. Were her friends watching what was happening? She might just get the thing done here and now, it seemed. To his question, she shrugged. “That depends on you,” she told him, taking his bottle of beer and bringing it to her lips to take a sip. “I’m afraid it’s getting a little hot in here,” she grinned, not wanting to give up the lead of this situation entirely just yet.

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He was far too good looking for this encounter to be safe to either party involved. “And why would you be concerned regarding my safety?” Her sisters had not been. If anything, it had been a delight, to see the sister they envied sent to marry a beast. And they were bound by blood ties. Yet, this stranger, claimed to worry. Psyche knew it was best to proceed with caution, but it was quite difficult to refuse a handsome man and choose a deformed animal in his place, was it not? While her beauty had captivated many, the opposite never quite seemed to occur. Until this very moment. “What I would accomplish from this union is to have my every whim catered? How generous.” She knew there were warning bells ringing against her ears, but it was hard to determined which fears were her owns and which were that of her parents, projected onto her. “I will marry you,” she promised, head tilting slightly. “So long as you kiss me first.” @sarcastrophics​

“I wish I knew,” he told her, honestly. He was just so struck by her beauty to let someone else have her. But how would he explain that to her? An honest route, the only option. “Your beauty… it would have been a shame if you were to marry the beast,” he told her, his gaze on her. Her skeptical reaction to all of this was not unusual, but with time, she would understand. Hopefully. His eyes widened slightly at her promise and following request, and he slowly dared to step closer. “If that is what you want,” he nodded, moving against her until he could feel her breath on his skin. Head dipping to her height, his hand on her neck giving her head a tilt to meet his lips easier before he shut the little distance remaining between her and gave her the kiss she asked for.

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Even if Demeter was to find a way into his territory, there was a slight chance Persephone’s reputation was already tarnished beyond repair. Even Gods could not prevent rumours from spreading. Yet it seemed unwise to bring this up, even in an attempt to rush the ceremony. Hades found himself once more torn between his morality and his patience. Best allow the second to take the reigns. For now. The girl, on the other hand, seemed uninterested in his gifts, and he might feel offended if her abduction were not so fresh. “I am, actually. I do not murder my residents. In fact, you’ll quickly learn I’ve never caused bloodshed.” Unlike some Gods. His world was darker, gloomier, but the souls he guarded had not been brought here at his hand. Most died of old age, others… well, not his stories to tell, were they?    

He couldn’t fight the urge to smirk. So naive. She was younger than he would have liked, of course, but had he waited much longer… “I want what most men want of women: a wife, companionship, loyalty.” The last was a pressing point. “I’m not very insistent on heirs, but if children is something you desire, I’ll gladly oblige, of course.” Hades simply didn’t think this was the kind of kingdom most heirs longed for. “I despise your mother far more than I do your father.” Zeus… yes, they had some bad blood, but as Zeus had granted his blessing upon their union, Hades thought he might be capable of overlooking the Almighty’s flaws for a few decades. “You’re here because I desire you. I’d gladly postpone the abduction if I were not under the impression your mother had her eye on a few matches. By then I would be doing a disservice.” To her. To her fiance. Hades was already the villain in so many stories; he’d rather not be known as the destroyer of engagements. He did, after all, respect all kinds of contracts; written, verbal, etc.     @sarcastrophics​

She didn’t know much about Hades. All she knew was from her stories her father and mother told her, actual nightmares, in an attempt to scare her as a child when she misbehaved. But, everyone knew that those childhood stories were mostly false, if not a complete lie. Recently, she did not care to inform herself as much about it. Whenever she asked about the deal her father made with him she was shushed, not supposed to speak. A different way of approach than how she was being met now. He did not silence her. Not yet. Her curious nature would lead her this way, she already knew. But until then, she would ask as much as she could.

Him never having caused bloodshed did catch her attention. Well, there was one wrong about all the stories, if he was not lying to her. She was trying to catch a glimpse, as if, the more her eyes were focused on him, the less he was likely to lie. But it never worked this way, and yet she was observing him while he spoke. So. This was final for him. She was not here just to spite her parents. He really wanted the whole thing; marriage and everything. She took a deep breath upon realizing that this was the final decision that had been made. Right until now she had believed that there was something she --- or her father could do to get her out again, but no. Now she knew for sure. “I…---” Persephone didn’t know how to continue what she wanted to say, there were too many things on her mind, and yet none of them would form in words. “And… What do you think your wife has to do? To be a good wife?”

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Axel had a hectic lifestyle. Too much to do, too little time. More often than not, he had flocks of people in and out of the door. Meetings were held in the conference room, several times a week. Mondays he was not to be disturbed, which was why he selected their first face-to-face on said day of the week. He had barely had enough time to slip on a t-shirt when the brunette arrived, all doe eyes and tanned skin. Fuck, he needed to get laid. With his resources, it shouldn’t have been an issue, but he had no desire for amateurs; girls trying to steal his material or possessions. “I usually have them sign a non-disclosure contract, but I stopped fucking groupies years ago.” All it had taken was one bad experience and Axel began seeking professionals. At least then he knew what was available and what was not. Ever since, no more one night stands with randoms; there had simply been too much at stake.

 "I won’t have time to fuck anyone else,“ he assured her, keeping a safe distance because, round about now, he’d have her clothes torn and her legs spread. The last girl he hired had been excused six months ago. He had then scored a serious business deal and had to deliver a significant amount of material in a short amount of time. Distractions had not been welcomed. Axel had been successful, earned a shitload of money but his sex life had suffered tremendously. The young man poured himself a scotch on rocks. "I’d offer, but I’d rather you only drink after we work out the details,” he confessed, already taking a generous sip. “I haven’t fucked a soul in five months, so I doubt you’ll have to worry about infidelity. I like sexting a lot more than I enjoy cheating. Most of my games are sex games, not mind ones. I don’t travel a lot, but I do have a lot on my plate, so schedules would help. Even if only at the beginning, while we work on a routine.” That was important. “I think maybe it’s important we discuss hard limits.”

Well, there was no easy way to seduce him and wrap him around her finger. He was not like her other clients, way more focused on the business and probably still in the progress of building his empire. The other men were all… older, and just in need of feeling young again, perhaps. This guy didn’t need it. He wanted something else, and she would be able to meet him with his wishes and desires. “Okay,” she sat down, observing him as he poured himself a glass and failed to offer her one. Not a problem, business first was a preference, and she would deal with it. 

“Alright then, do you care to know more about me then? If I am to meet your busy schedule, I think you should know about me. Especially since --- like you mentioned, this would be an exclusive deal,” she told him, not waiting for an answer but starting to talk right away. “I don’t do this because I need the money so bad… for any student loans to pay off. Simply put: I love sex. And I love doing what I love and getting paid for it. Not everyone can say that about themselves.” She stopped for a moment, just to observe a reaction, “I am not good in that emotional aspect of a relationship but I am good at exclusiveness. So, there is no need to wonder about me having a boyfriend secretly. And if that ever was the case, I would be honest about it. And I will give honesty in all aspects, but I do expect the same. Is that alright with you or do you want me to leave?” Well, if he was not interested anymore after Chiara had opened her mouth, then there was no more need to talk more. Sure, the sex was important. But this bond would be more than sex. It would be about trust too, despite all the signed contracts.

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Kara watched with an impressed look as Bianca also took a drink, laughing at the comment that came from her soon to be sister-in-law. She feigned innocence and shrugged her shoulders, the alcohol already coursing through her veins and leaving her very open when it came to talking.

“Oh yeah, I may give off the innocent look, but trust me. Definitely not.” she replied, smirking playfully at the other woman. “I’ve given a blow job in a bar bathroom - not the most sanitary of places mind you - and an ex-girlfriend thought it’d be fun to see if I could keep a straight face at dinner with her hand somewhere rather inappropriate.” She couldn’t lie, she was somewhat easily swayed to that kind of thing, taking risks, and she licked her lips as she wondered what Bianca must have thought of her in that moment. “What about you? What fun things have you been up to?”

The next one, however, she did not take a drink, shaking her head. “I almost sent one to the wrong number, once. But nope. Not that one.” Kara chuckled. “Ok, never have I ever… had a crush on someone I really shouldn’t have.” It was open to interpretation - a teacher, a family friend, or maybe someone else’s partner… Slowly, Kara lifted her glass to her lips and took a drink. 

She listened to the other’s words, head nodding, impressed. “That’s quite… interesting,” she commented, giggling. Are they going to tell each other all their dirty stories now? That was a new level of that friendship and Bianca, despite being open minded and not really having anything to hide wondered if it was a good idea to tell her more. Especially details. Kara was her sister in law, and maybe she could use it against her in some way. But whatever, she shook the thought off quickly again and decided to not overthink it and just be herself at all times. Consequences? Fuck them.

“Quite a few, actually. I once had sex in the back of a car with a guy while someone else was driving. That was definitely interesting.” She told the other girl. That next round of game proved to be mutual for the both of them, neither had a drink. But then, Kara continued, and Bianca couldn’t drink fast enough about that statement. Once done, she put her glass down, curiously moving closer. “Do tell me all the dirty deets about that forbidden love.”

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Eva wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the situation. Two young people, two families and two kingdoms, being brought together for the sake of marriage. She knew that it was her duty to her kingdom to provide a safe and prosperous future, to ensure that their people (she refused to call them subjects, as though they were lesser) would be looked after, and she also understood that by marrying Prince Leon and joining their two wonderful lands, that would be the best way. But she still wasn’t keen on the idea of marrying someone who she did not know. 

At the same time, however, as she took in the sight of the prince she was betrothed to, Eva wondered if it might not be such a bad idea. Obviously, she knew that she could not judge him simply based on looks (no matter how handsome said looks were), but if she just only had to look at him and nothing more, then she would at least be able to deal with that. 

As he approached her and asked the question, the princess smiled kindly at him and nodded her head. “I think that sounds like a lovely idea.” she replied, lifting her dress so that it did not trail too much on the floor. “So tell me a little about yourself, Your Highness.” She didn’t want to assume that she could also use his first name just yet. 

He had extended his hand for her to take so he could assist her like his good manners taught him when escorting her outside and for a walk in the beautiful gardens the kingdom was so proud of. “Please, call me Leon,” he told her, “after all, we’re supposed to get to know each other more than our titles.” A deep sigh, a moment of thought before he replied. “I don’t know what to tell you about me. What would you like to know? I’m an open book,” for the most part, at least. It was all up to her and how they would get along to figure out if this plan of marriage was in both their personal --- and not only political interests.

“What about you? What interests do you have? How can I entertain you?” He wondered, not wanting to bore her. Actually, upon seeing her he decided this might just be worth a shot. Sure, looks were not everything in a marriage but he could imagine easier falling in love with the princess now than when she had been someone else. There was no indication of her beauty by all the stories he had already heard about her family before. Not that it was relevant, a few weeks ago he had not even known about the plan to marry the princess.

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She woke up with a headache that felt like she got a huge hammer on her head last night, but she knew that this was only dehydration, all the tears she had cried last night took a toll on her. Finally drinking something would help, so she stumbled and found her way into the nearby bathroom. Right off the pipe seemed a good idea, and once she was done, she decided to strip off completely and take a shower, dreading what was going to happen today. Or the day after. The next day, and the one after that. Ophelia sighed, close to tears again. But she was too exhausted, hoping it was all just going to be a bad dream she would wake up from soon. The whole day yesterday. A huge disaster. Being done with it, she dared to take a step out of that area of the huge house that she still felt completely lost in. Now seeing it in daylight, it was different. Still scary, but different. “Oh,” she said a bit out too loud as she walked right into the living room, seeing the man who kidnapped her. Not really what she wanted, so she just turned on her heel and decided to walk back where she came from. Her bedroom. Seeing as there was no way to escape this place for now.

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Raymond hadn’t planned to take her back to his place. Sure, of course he did plan on figuring more out of who she was, a way to get close. Maybe figure out what her favorite wine was, surprise her in the bar with it. He’d been planning and planning, talking with his trusted right hand man, but then things changed. Her stumbling in the street, seeming like something was going real wrong, and Michael, the right hand man, had refused to let him let her take her chance. So into the car she’d gone, and now she was waiting for her to wake up in the morning. Sitting out in the living room, enjoying his coffee, and reading emails on the ipad. Hopefully she would soon wake up though, otherwise he’d have to go check up on her. 

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The first deed was done, and now, there was a whole year to think about it all. For her, at least. Adrian knew what he wanted, he got her here and now, the rest was yet to happen. At least she had calmed down now and given him a chance for a dinner. One of many yet to come. It would get pretty boring sulking and pouting in her room for a longer time, he could imagine. Now sitting across of him, he was busy staring at her while she was… well, being herself.  A little smirk on his face as he finished the plate and waited for the next course to get served, answering her question. “I didn’t know you wanted to hear my voice just yet. But sure, let’s talk. Do you have any questions?”

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365 days. She had 365 days to fall in love with him. Well, more like 362 now, considering Josephine had spent the first three days refusing to come out of the bedroom, and joining him for a meal. Which was what she’d finally agreed to do. Sitting across from him, sipping her wine, listening to the awkward sound of metal meeting plate from cutting through the food. Just a little vacation to get out of the lab, out of the constant meetings. On her own.Only to be taken by this damn bastard sitting across from her. “So, since I’m supposed to fall in love with you…” Josephine started, reaching for her glass once more. “Are you going to give me a reason? Or just awkward silence from each our side of the table and wine?”

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This whole witness program deal was rather disturbing and annoying. But it had to be done to spare her life, and she was starting to get used to it. She was worried about her friends, her family --- oh, her mom. She would be so worried. But Mariana convinced her that everything would be just fine and her mother would not be worried. That helped a little. She did miss her, but that helped. She sighed, taking a place at the booth that was pretty much private and secure. Listening to her ideas about the covers, in the end she was quick to find a solution. “You’re my girlfriend. Or my wife. Whichever works for you.” A shrug, “And yeah, jobs are fine. I could maybe work in an office or something. That way I am not out in public all the time and it would take a lot of stress off this whole situation,” she commented, really trying her best to be a good player in this. There was nothing to be changed anymore, so she would try to make the best of it.

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Mariana strolled inside the diner behind Roxy, glancing around at the customers in the diner. She eyed a few of them as walks past a few of them toward a booth  in the back. “Is this okay?” She ask Roxy but before getting her answer, she sits down at the booth. As of right now, the pair are in a small town in Maine. A place that the mob would have no business looking at. Her duty was to protect the young women and keep her alive. To keep her alive enough to testify in court.  Usually it would take a few months to a year until they were able to go to trial. Mostly because often, the witness has to keep moving places to stay safe.

She picks up the menu across from her, looking over it for a few seconds. “Okay, while we have a few moments, we need to go over our cover story.” She looks across the booth at Roxy before continuing. “It’s easier if we have a family connection, like foster sisters or adopted siblings because most people won’t ask questions. But they will be wondering why two sisters are living together.” She chewed on her bottom lip shaking her head. “Also, for us to seem like good citizens in this town, we are going to have to get a jobs or our neighbors will be suspicious.” She told the young women glancing back down at the menu.

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His career was going pretty well, along with a few other things. All together, Isiah had to admit that everything seemed to be going great, and tonight was yet again a night to celebrate. And he was more than in the mood for it. After shaking hands and having important sponsors congratulate him, he was taking some time to just relax and enjoy the festivities, chatting up a little with some people. Ava’s face didn’t look all too happy when she approached him, he started to get concerned about it. He truly thought they were over the whole thing in which they were both too focussed about who would get all the attention from the sponsors and what not. But she hugged him, albeit a bit stiff and he returned the hug, “Thank you,” Her words didn’t match the expression on her face, especially not what she whispered in his ear. “Okay, see you in ten? Outside?” Sure, he did want to enjoy the party, but most importantly he was curious and concerned.

closed starter ft. ava + isiah    

tagging: @sarcastrophics / @ivanabaqero                    

catching feelings for the enemy. sounds like some dumb movie. yet ava is the main star while isiah is the irresistible co-star. did she mention that she use to hate his guys and want to kick his ass? sometimes, she still do but seems like her heart had other plans. now, she is all dolled up celebrating isiah’s big win. the after parties are always a night to remember. and since derek, their trainer is throwing it, she promise to be on her best behavior. yet, the urge to kiss isiah is ruining it. holding her glass of champagne in hand, she notice derek speaking to isiah. after waiting a few moments, she takes a few steps toward him. part of her wanted to turn around and send him a congratulated text. but that would be real petty of her, wouldn’t it? a wide grin forms on face, as she stands in front of him. “hmm i was almost thinking the other guy had the upper hand. yet once again, you proved me wrong and was a rock star in the ring.” she lifts her arms to pull him into a hug. with her arms around him, she leans up whispering in his ear, “can we go somewhere to talk…in a few?” she pulls back, shifting her eyes from him to the ground. she knew she had something to discuss with him and wasn’t sure how it would play out. but she knew they had to wait for the right moment. or at least when a few people are too drunk to notice their missing presence.

[sarcastrophics]

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Mikey hugged her back, glad that she didn’t seem annoyed that he’d showed up here.  He didn’t know how she would be with him -  not that they hadn’t gotten along, but he imagined some strippers weren’t too keen to spend their time with people they knew in real life while they were on the job.  He laughed and nodded.  “Twenty-one, finally,” he boasted as he situated himself in the chair again.  “And because I’ve fucking had a crush on you forever and I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to have your tits in my face,” he answered bluntly, not even trying to beat around the bush because as far as he was concerned, she deserved the truth and nothing but it.  “Is that gonna be too weird for you?” he asked a moment later, because even if he was drunk and horny as fuck, he respected her as a person and didn’t want to piss her off.

This was definitely a weird moment, but right now, Xenia was overwhelmed by the joy of seeing an old friend again. There were not many people that remained in her memory fondly, and they would have the same feeling about her, but it was not like that with Mikey. She was genuinely happy to see him. “Congrats then, you’re an adult now.” She smirked, “what are you going to do with all that responsibility now?” She asked before being able to catch the next part of his speech. Her eyes got wide, and she needed a second to clear her throat and collect her thoughts on that. Yeah, sure. That was her job. But she didn’t expect him to say that. Despite being aware of his crush --- she just didn’t think that this would happen now. “Okay,” she gave a quick answer, nodding her head. “No, no… Uh… It’s okay.” She told him, “Do you have a song wish or so?” She would need to get out of that funk she was currently trapped in. Was it going to be weird? Maybe, weirder things have happened. But honestly, why would she deny him that wish?

[sarcastrophics]

I’m so sorry, I had to go away unexpectedly for a month. I will do my replies as soon as I am back home.