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Part nine: Italian night. Part one.

Book: The royal romance

Pairing: Drake Walker X F!MC (Riley Herreld)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 5700

Series Summary: Fate interferes when Riley’s supposed to be working on that big Bachelor night. She gets drawn to Cordonia in another way. But what happens when a Workaholic, meets a Walker come together? Will they provide a Christmas miracle and get over their own love skepticism?

One way to find out!

Chapter nine; Italian Night. Part one. Summary: Drake agrees to stay over for some Italian food, but only under one condition.

A/N: I’m sorry that it took me this long to get it out! My life is kind of one hell of a rollercoaster right now, so my head space to write wasn’t there. But I found it back and hopefully it stays with me this time 😉 So once again I’m sorry, and I’m hoping that you’ll enjoy it even though it is a while ago.

A/N: Just a little fresher upper: Drake always wrinkles his nose when he’s joking or being sarcastic.

A/N: For everyone who takes the time to read it, thank you!!

Please let me know if you want to be tagged for this series

Category: Over the top a bit predictable Christmas fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, Please do not read if you’re under 18.

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

A Walker knows, when a Walker knows.

Italian night. Part one.

Still Sunday, five days before Christmas.

“So,” Riley narrows her eyes in suspicion at his smug smile, “why does it feel like this is backfiring?" Drake gently ushers her inside with her hands lingering on her hips, and he kicks the door shut behind them, "Because it kind of is..."

"Really? So what condition are we talking about, Walker?" She lifts her hands to take his jacket off her shoulders, but he stops her at the wrists, “Not so fast, Sparkles.”

She raises a brow in question when he starts unbuttoning her coat, "Uhh, Drake…What are you doing?"

"I took you home early to relax, Herreld," he finishes the last button, turns her around, and slides both their coats from her shoulder, "So, you're relaxing. Meaning..."

"Meaning..." She softly repeats, ignoring the sensations running through her body when his fingers brush her collarbones.

Drake draws in a sharp breath at the revealed sight of her, and there is no way to stop his eyes from unabashedly drifting up and down. Her tight white shirt reveals a curvy hourglass figure, her skinny jeans showing handfuls in the right places, and he has to stop himself from finding out how well her ass will fill up his hands. His fingers find their familiar spot on her hips, and gently usher her into the cozy open kitchen, leaning in to whisper, "Meaning that you're gonna do nothing but watch me cook."

She closes her eyes at the sensations running through her body when his lips gently brush her ear, at the feeling of his hands on her. He has been touching her all day, but it feels so much more intimate with only a thin piece of fabric between his hands and her skin instead of the thick coat she was wearing earlier. She turns to face him, "But what if I don't agree with this condition, Walker?"

"Ohh, I'm very sorry, Sparkles!" Drake lifts her with ease, slides her onto the countertop between the stove and the fridge, and lingers between her legs. “But this is not up for discussion. I promised Mable to take care of you! So, if you want to be a stubborn ass and force me into staying for food, I'm going to be a stubborn ass and take care of that stubborn ass of," he boops her nose, "yours."

Riley surrenders, snuggling eagerly into his neck when he wraps his arms around her, "You know what, fine." He gently rubs her back, and she wiggles her body in approval, "Do you think you can keep doing this while cooking, though?"

"I'm afraid that I have to disappoint you, Herreld." She murmurs something inaudible, and he looks down at her with a warm laugh, "Oh sleepyhead. Are you falling asleep again?"

"Mmh," she nestles even further into Drake��s neck, drawing a soft ‘nngh’ from him when her lips brush his skin, "I'm sorry, Drake. I'm feeling weirdly relaxed around you."

"Riiight..." Drake whispers in her ear, "You sure this isn't just your subtle way of telling me that I'm deadly boring? "

Riley chuckles softly, "It appears that you see right through me, Walker! You're extremely boring!” She slowly loses herself in his musky scent mixed with the smell of a campfire and sighs contently. “So boring that I think that you can help people who are struggling with sleeplessness if you ever consider a career change. Two seconds with you, and they're happily sleeping."

He snorts at her teasing, "Well, and if you ever consider a career change, stand-up is definitely not the way to go."

"Hey!" Her head snaps up, feinting to be highly offended, "you're actually looking at the -two years in a row- funniest teacher of the school, mister Walker. My 'why is the math book so unhappy? Because it's full of problems,' joke is a complete sensation, and there is absolutely more where that came from, thank you very much!"

"Oh my God," He drapes his hand over his face in utter horror, "So, that means I can expect a whole lot more of these abominations this week? It isn't just a symptom of your sleep delusion?"

"I'm sorry, but there is no way to sugarcoat this, Walker!" Riley adds some drama to her words by laying a hand on his shoulder combined with an expression on her face that matches one every doctor has, who has to bring bad news to loved ones in a drama series. “People around me suffer from my serious case of incurable, and most of all insufferable horrible sense of humor."

Drake drops his head dramatically onto her shoulder, "Oh God, why?? WHY??"

“I know…” She chuckles softly, scraping her nails gently over his back, "I know, it’s not fair. What a cruel world you live in, that you have to put up with me this week! There, there."

He snuggles into her hair with a snort, relaxing under her touch, "Mmh, you know what. I'll survive if you just keep doing this, this week!"

"Okay. Fine by me, but can't deny that it's a bit odd request coming from the man who’s already worried about me handling dangerous tools with two hands, and while focusing on one thing at the time..."

Drake murmurs something inaudible.

"Drake," Riley whispers, and she peeks at the relaxed man on her shoulder. His eyes are closed, a content smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Are you falling asleep?"

"Mmh..." He snuggles into her neck, and wraps his arms around her, "Just resting my eyes for a little bit."

"Do you want to take a nap while I cook?"

"Nice try, Herreld. I cook," he mumbles contently, "and you will sit, relax and watch."

She gently runs her fingers through his hair, "Mmh… Very convincing, Walker."

"Just five minutes, Sparkles... " Drake groans in approval when she softly massages his temples, "Okay, maybe ten."

Riley chuckles softly, moving her fingertips over the contours of his face before running them back through his hair, "Ten minutes it is..."

Drake suddenly feels his phone buzz, instantly recognizing it as Liam calling. "For fucks sake," he murmurs, followed by some inaudible swear words. He takes his phone out of his pocket, puts it on speaker, and throws it onto the kitchen counter without lifting his head from her shoulder. "You better be looking at a gunpoint, asshole. I was on the brink of taking the best nap of my life."

"Drake!” Liam’s voice sounds through the speaker, “Lovely to talk to you too bud! I do have a question about you napping at Riley's apartment... The last time you literally slept near a woman was... Let me think…"

Drake's head snaps up, lunging at his phone, almost throwing it into the air as he tries to take it off speakerphone, but fails miserably in his panic.

Liam laughs, "Mmh...was it, never? Yeah, I believe it is."

Riley teasingly raises her brows, giving Drake, who’s pinching the bridge of his nose and once again inaudibly swearing, a cheeky grin. "My, My Mister Walker, should I have been the one to ask if I’m boring?"

Liam draws in a sharp breath at her calling him Mister Walker, since he always hates it when people do that, but Drake just brushes over it to his surprise.

"Oh, no, no, I your absolutely the opposite of boring, Herreld. I can imagine life with you around being anything but dull due to all of your tumbling, twirling, and joking."

Riley smiles, “Drake Walker, is that a compliment?"

Drake snorts, “It's mostly very complicated. But you know what, I'll make you a hamburger feedback card once I figured it out, yeah?"

"Ohh," her eyes sparkle with excitement, "Including small sparkly glitter drawings?"

He scowls, "Now why the hell would I do that?"

She opens her mouth, but he stops her by placing a finger on her lips, "Don't you dare say," he puts up a Riley voice, "Because it's super cute." She pouts and he immediately drapes his hand over her face, "Stop it! I'm asking for practical, logical reasoning here. Not getting swayed over by the most annoyingly cutest pout ever."

They're so occupied with one another that they've completely forgotten about Liam, who tries to process what just came to his ear. His best friend has never, ever, ever called pouting cute. Or anything to begin with.

"Not everything has to be practical or logical, Drake. It would simply put a smile on my face, something like this..." Riley gives him a beautiful bright smile.

Drake stares at her, that drop-dead gorgeous smile instantly weakening his knees, and he knows that there is no way that the word ‘no’ is leaving his mouth after witnessing it. He huffs with folded arms, averting his eyes in annoyance, "Fine whatever. I'll make you those drawings, whatever. No biggie. Just doodling."

Liam blinks. Did Drake just agree to make cute little glitter drawings? Didn't he ask me to banish glitter a few years ago? What's going on there?

Once again, a flawless smile has been thrown recklessly at Drake's head, and he puts his hand on her mouth to cover her smile, "I already said yes. Jeez. Enough of that."

Riley bashes her eyelashes innocently at him.

"Yeah, you know what... I'm turning around." He turns, leaning casually with folded arms between her legs against the kitchen counter. "That's better."

"Uhm, guys, I'm still here!" Liam carefully says, and both Drake and Riley startle at Liam's voice with a shared 'Whoa!'

"Oh, for fuck's sake Liam, I completely forgot you were there," Drake places his hand onto his thundering heart, and Riley takes a few deep breaths to compose herself.

Liam laughs, "That was clear, bud. But generous as I am, I do accept a small little glitter drawing as a token of an apology."

Drake pinches the bridge of his nose at his best friend's teasing, and he groans in a clear warning, "I swear to God, Li."

Liam falls silent, and Riley’s not sure why. Drake, however, knows exactly what’s going on and an even lower annoyed groan escapes him, "You're pouting, aren't you, fucking asshole?"

“Oh absolutely,” Liam laughs, "but I doubt that it looked as annoyingly cute as Riley just did it! Oh, Riles, maybe you can give me a private pout lesson sometimes?"

Drake rolls his eyes. Here we go. Riley, however, doesn't seem the least impressed. She lays her chin on Drake's shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, "Sorry, Liam. But my schedule is filled with being a pain in Drake's ass this week... No time for private lessons."

He glances in surprise at Riley as he's used to women eagerly taking every opportunity to spend time with his best friend, and he wasn't the only one who didn't expect the answer, as Liam also sounds a little bit startled, "Oh alright. Uhm, I’m calling to tell you that I’m running a little bit late, but I’m almost on my way. I couldn't get a hold of you."

She sighs deeply and drops her head against Drake's shoulder blade, "Aaand there goes my surprise."

"One moment, Li," Drake puts his phone on mute, and glares over his shoulder back at Riley, "Do I want to know what you're up to, Herreld?"

"Ahhh, well... " Riley rubs her wrinkled forehead, "Liam told me this afternoon that I just have to text if I needed something, and I couldn't let you walk home...So…"

"So, you ask the fucking King of Cordonia to come to pick me up?"

She snorts, "It does sound kind of ridiculous if you put it like that... But yeah, that’s pretty much what I did."

"You could've called me a cab," he turns to face her again with a grin, "So what's the alternate motive here, Sparkles?"

"Whaaat? Riley squeaks, placing a hand on her chest feinting to be highly insulted, "Me? Alternate motives? I would never."

Drake stares at her with folded arms, and a look that says 'why don’t we cut the fucking bullshit.'

"Fiiiiine," she rolls her eyes, before innocently looking up from under her eyelashes, fiddling with his drawcords, "I just wanted to give you the opportunity to tell Liam what you told me tonight. About the whole workaholic situation... You know, since you had a practice run on me."

He tries his best to avoid looking into those big beautiful eyes, and keeps his focus on her fine fingers playing with the drawcords, "And what in the world makes you think I didn't already do that?"

She withdraws her fingers, and his eyes snap up to find her returning the 'cut the fucking bullshit' look he threw her just a few seconds ago.

“Okay, okay,” he gladly returns her a roll of the eye in response, "but this is slightly different Sparkles. This is the King of Cordonia we're talking about. His workload is bizarre."

"Look," she gently takes his cheeks in her hands, drawing his eyes to hers, "I'm not forcing you to do anything! I just wanted you to have some time with your best friend, okay? And if you do decide to share it with him, it doesn't necessarily mean that it will lead to direct changes, but sometimes it helps to get it off your chest. Just think about it, okay?"

He sighs, averting his eyes in thought before meeting hers again, "Fine. I'll think about it."

She entwines her fingers behind his neck with a smile, "That's all I ask!"

"Oh, Herreld, Herreld, Herreld," He shakes his head with a grin, wrapping his arms around her waist. Drake's phone's forgotten on the counter beside them. "Only you could use your one favor from a King for someone else's benefit."

She snorts, "Don't be overly dramatic now, Walker. I'm pretty sure that I can use my cookies as a trading offer if I need something in the future!"

"Yeah, I guess you’re right," Drake pulls her closer, "Did you know he actually called to ask me, to ask you for cookies?" He narrows his eyes, "What kind of addictive stuff do you use in those pieces of heaven, Sparkles?"

Riley bites her bottom lip with a cheeky grin and pushes her body flush up against his chest until there's no space left between them, "Just a little bit of my addicting Sparkly love, Drake. Nothing more, nothing less."

He brushes his nose briefly against hers, before lowering his lips to merely a breath away from hers, "Sounds dangerously delicious."

Their eyes close, breath enhancing.

She purrs, nails hungrily piercing his sensitive skin, "Really? So, why don't you have a..."

"Guys?"

Drake almost jumps through the ceiling, and Riley smacks her hands in front of her mouth to muffle a loud squeak as they both once again have totally forgotten about Liam.

"Are you two still there?" Liam's voice sounds through the phone, “Guys?”

Drake pants hard, leaning with both hands onto the counter, "For fucking Christ's sake."

Riley hides her face in her hands, snorting the adrenaline out of her system. "Oh my God."

"Oh, that bastard! Oh..." Drake's eyes start to glimmer when an idea comes to mind, "First the nap, and now this..." He takes his phone from the counter, and grins, "Miss Herreld, how would you like to mess a little with our beloved King?"

“Mister Walker!” Riley gasps overdramatically with one hand in front of her mouth, and the other decadently on her chest, “What a scandalous proposal! I’m a decent, innocent school teacher. I would never agree to tease our very own King.”

"You? Innocent? For Christ's sake, Herreld," Drake gives her a dimple-forming smirk, “You do realize that it actually takes waaaay less time to just say 'yes' instead of being a drama queen, ha?"

"Now where's the fun in that, Walker?" Riley grins cheekily and pulls him closer towards her at his sweater-vest, before wrapping her legs around him, "Let's turn those tables. You do realize that it takes waaaay less time to just accept my drama queen act, instead of starting a war your destined to lose."

"Ohh," Drake folds his arms, "Don't get cocky now, Herreld. It's a freaking huge mistake to underestimate my stubbornness, and hell no I'm backing down from a good challenge, so..."

He stops midsentence, breath hatching in his throat when Riley gazes up at him with those big beautiful blues from under her long bashing eyelashes. She wraps his drawcords cheekily around her finger, and his eyes snap instantly down when she bites her bottom lip. "I'm sorry," she purrs in her most sultry voice, "You were saying?"

He murmurs some inaudible swearwords, turning his back towards her between her legs, but makes sure that her legs stay wrapped around him. "Un-be-fucking-lievable. How the hell is this fair? For fucks sake."

Riley drapes herself over his broad shoulders with a victorious grin, and Drake wipes his hand over her face, "Stop that! It's already absurd enough that your kryptonite-filled blues wield this 'overthrow Walker' power, Herreld. No need to rub it in."

"Seriously? Drake? Riley?" Liam's voice squeaks through the speakers.

"You better get that, Captain," she rests her chin on his shoulder with a chuckle, "would be such a shame if we would lose the chance to tease the King, ha?"

Drake groans, but brushes his nose affectionally against her cheek anyway, "You’re excruciating."

"I know, and something tells me that you wouldn't want it any other way!" He sticks out his tongue, and she teasingly places a quick peck on top of his nose.

He wrinkles his nose and unmutes his phone. "Li! We’re still here. Sorry, Herreld here is kind of a distracting pain in the ass. But on another note, it just came to my ear that you're on your way over to pick me up."

"Yes! That's what friends are for, right?"

"And I truly appreciate it! But…" Drake coughs, and the tone of his voice is suddenly sterner than Riley has witnessed the hours before.

Liam gulps, “But?”

"You do realize that I won’t hesitate to kill you if you show up at Herreld's doorstep without my replacer, right?"

They can hear Liam freeze, turn, and his footsteps quicken on the gravel, "Of course! Who do you take me for, Walker? You know that I would never be so stupid to leave the palace alone!"

He manages to keep up his stern voice, even when a smile escapes him, “Sooo, you didn’t sneak out by falling from your balcony into the rosebushes as you always did when we were two young idiots trying to get out without permission?"

Riley glances sideways at Drake, her heart fluttering at the sight of his sparkling hazels at teasing his best friend and recalling the clearly treasured memories. Her hand slides affectionately around his shoulders, snuggling her nose against his cheek, and he naturally leans into her touch.

"Nope, nope, nope," they can hear Liam get out of breath, "that would be utterly stupid, right?"

"Oh, yes! That would be royally fucking stupid, Liam Rys." Drake and Riley stifle a laugh as Liam gulps. "But that means there's no problem to hand the telephone to my idiot replacer, right Li?"

Another gulp. "Uhm, no, no, no, of course not! Just let me..." They can hear a door open, "Just a second, I think he..."

"Liam Rys!"

Riley draws in a sharp breath at Olivia's sudden ice-cold voice, and Drake puts his phone back on mute with a grin.

"There you are! WHAT are you doing? I found this idiot wandering the hallways alone!"

They hear a low men's voice say, "Sir."

"Josh, Hi... I uhh..." Liam stumbles.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Were you outside just now? And why are you dressed so..." A silence falls. "Have you been snooping around in Drake's old room?"

"Uhh..." Liam's clearly lost for words, and Olivia keeps rambling, "Are those leaves from the rosebushes? Wait... is that an actual rose on your sleeve?"

Riley hides her face into the crook of Drake's neck, snorting loudly, "Hahaha, there is no way to talk himself out of this, right?"

Drake grins sideways at the sight of Riley completely losing it, "Just wait for it, Sparkles. This is mister smooth we're talking about."

"Uh, yes... Yes, my love!" They hear Liam compose himself with a cough. "I was taking a stroll in our beautiful gardens when I tripped and fell head over heels before..." They hear him rip off the rose with a small 'Auch', "this beautiful rose! It reminded me of how hard I fell for you once upon a time, my heart, my love, my rose."

Silence falls on the other side of the line, and Riley snorts even louder, "Oh my God... Is he serious?"

Drake raises his brows in surprise at Riley's unexpected 'I’m far from impressed' expression, where expected excessive swooning and at least an 'oh my God, he's so dreamy' response.

"Okay, okay," she wipes some tears from her cheeks, "I'm stating here and now that I will apply for vice-principal Tuesday if she buys this because that means wonders still exist, and I might have a chance."

"Wait, what?" Drake’s brows knit in confusion, "What do you mean, applying for vice-principal?"

Riley realizes what she just said and smiles innocently, hoping for Drake to let it go since she's in no mood to go over that subject tonight, "Nothing?"

"Riiight," he looks at her with narrowed eyes in suspicion, but her reaction states clearly her not wanting to talk about it.

She blinks once more, and he rolls his eyes, deciding to let it go for now. "You know what, fine. But of course, he's going to get away with this. It's Liam saying Liam things! How could it not?"

She shrugs, thankful for Drake letting it go, "That can be, but I'm not feeling those 'Liam words', sorry..."

They can hear excessive kissing, followed by a heavy sigh from Olivia, "Josh, take my place in the conference room..."

"Oh, I don't think I'm qualified, nor hired for that..."

"Well, you're also not doing where you are hired for... So, let's switch. I'll watch Liam, and you go to my meeting. Any complaints, or shall I fire you on the spot?"

"Understood, my queen."

"Good. Never thought I would say this, but I'm missing that Walker idiot! AND let me be clear, if one of you ever speak of it, I will personally kill you, and very, very slow that is."

Drake and Riley share a chuckle at the sound of two very loud gulps.

"Now. I suggest you follow me, my King. I'm going to need that silver tongue of you else were."

"Ohh," Riley chuckles, "but she's definitely feeling it."

"Soooo," they hear Liam whisper as he's being pulled away, "I'm not on my way anymore, and I'm running even later than expected."

Riley laughs, and Drake unmutes his phone to scream, "That's fine! Taaakeeee aaaalllll the time you need, bud!"

"Not so lou..."

"Liam, are you on the phone with Drake? I swear to God if he heard about me missing him..."

They hear Liam gulp for one last time, and the line goes dead.

Riley lets out a low whistle, lifting her head from his shoulder, "Oof. I might have to call you another ride, Drake. Not sure if we ever see him again..." Drake puts his phone away and turns to face her again with a wonderous look.

"What?"

"I just," Drake scratches his head, not sure if he should be scared of or impressed by her apparent Liam immunity, "you felt nothing? It wasn't doing anything for you?"

"Nope," she shrugs, "nothing."

"Oh! I got it!" He throws her his most prince charming smirk and wiggles his brows, "you must have that you missed his signature, prince charming smoldering look."

"Drake," her eyes flash over his face, her hand on his forehead, "Are you okay? Do you have a fever? Oh my God, do you have a stroke? Should I call an ambulance?"

"Very funny, Herreld," he playfully smacks her hand away from his forehead.

"Thank you, thank you! I will be here all night!" Riley performs a small, but dramatic bow before coming back up with a self-assured grin on her face, "Still convinced that stand-up isn't the way to go?"

Drake wraps his arms around her shoulders, "The only thing I'm more sure of is that you once upon a time must have fallen on your head, Herreld."

She wraps her arms around his waist with a snort, "Is it really, really, really, that hard to believe that not everyone has a soft spot for a charismatic, handsome prince charming?"

"Yes. Yes, it is." He pulls her closer with a sigh, and her head naturally tips up to meet his warm hazels. “I’ve been standing at his side for years, Herreld. First as his best friend, then as his first protector. Everything revolves around him, it always has, it always will, and if he wasn't so damn likable, I might even resent him for all of it. For God's sake! I’ve seen men and women drop to their knees at so much as his charming smile. How is it not hard to believe?"

"Mmh, okay. Fair. But there's something you seem to be forgotten, Walker!" She gently brushes a few strains of hair out of his face, and he closes his eyes at her gentle touch. "Mmh, and what's that, Sparkles?" She smiles softly and whispers, "That I'm simply not like others, Drake."

He opens his eyes with a teasing snort, "Understatement of the year, ladies and gentlemen."

"Yeah, yeah! Verry funny, Walker," Riley pushes him playfully backward with a roll of the eyes. "Why don't we stop teasing the innocent and extremely hungry teacher and get that..." She taps his butt with her foot to push him in the right direction, "sexy butt of yours behind the stove before I turn you into a pre-course."

Drake grins, "First. You can't say that you're an innocent teacher and tell me that I have a sexy butt and that you want to turn me into a pre-course in the same fucking sentence, miss Herreld." She opens her mouth in protest, but he places a finger on her lips before she can say anything.

"Which brings me to the second point, that I'm now extremely conflicted about still wanting to cook or not."

She gives his finger a firm bite, and he pulls his hand back with a grin. He raises a cheeky brow at her unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome move and tries to wave off the pain in his finger. "Just for your information, Herreld. This is not the motivation technique to get me behind the stove. Au contraire."

She gasps dramatically before playfully smacking him with one of the oven mitts within her reach, “Get your head out of the gutter and that butt behind the stove, Walker.”

"Okay, smacking, biting… the same category,” he grins, and she rolls her eyes in a miserable attempt to suppress a smile.

"And last but not least.” Drake continued, “I never said that being different is a bad thing, Herreld.” Riley averts her eyes with a shy smile, but he draws those gorgeous blues back to meet his hazels with a gentle finger under the chin, “Once again. Au contraire.” Silence falls as they stare into each other’s eyes, and he gently drifts his thumb over her lips.

“But,” and the sudden playful smile on Drake’s face indicates a clear warning sign for ‘incoming teasing!’ “I guess you will have to wait for a definitive verdict until you receive that feedback burger at the end of this week."

"Oh," Riley playfully smacks Drake’s hand away, tapping him once again against the butt towards the stove with her feet. "If you manage to reach the end of the week, Walker! Because you will meet hangry Riley if you keep going like this and let me tell you... she’s not a 'nice' version of me!"

He smirks over his shoulder, making his way through her kitchen as if he never cooked anywhere else in his life. He collects the needed pots, pans, and other needed cooking stuff on basic instincts, without once asking where to find them.

“Oh, God! And I'm once again conflicted. If this so-called 'nice' version of you is obsessed with smacking, biting, and kicking my butt… What will this not so 'nice' version of you do to me?”

She raises one brow, looking pretty smug with herself. There’s something about him that sparks something inside her. He makes her feel sexy and confident, something she didn't know she was capable of. She crosses her legs casually, checking her nails for chips, “You would ever be so lucky to find out, Walker.”

Drake gives her a cheeky glance over. "Innocent my freaking ass.”

Riley shrugs and takes two beers out of the refrigerator beside her. She opens them, and hands one to Drake with an innocent smirk, “I have no idea where you’re talking about, Captain Walker. I’m innocent as hell.” She taps his beer with hers, and her eyes never leave his as she takes a big swig.

Drake notices the sudden goddamn sexy, confident sparkle in her eye and can't help but grin. He finds himself in a situation that he’s never been in. She's been a whirlwind to deal with from the first moment they met, but it doesn't bother him. At all. On the contrary. He never felt more comfortable with someone so fast. He never found himself fully clothed in a woman's kitchen for anything else than compromising, meaningless activities after just meeting them, and yet he never felt more naked as those piercing blues peel him off layer by layer with ease.

She's exposing him, as no one ever did, as no one ever managed to do. Because women tried. They tried hard to break through his gruff shell. To see the man underneath, even though he told them that he doesn't commit. Women tried but always failed. His thick shield always withstood, until this one came along with those kryptonite blues. Hell. He never experienced something so fun, sexy, exciting, and arousing as being here with her tonight, then all the meaningless nights in the past combined.

He has found his match in this stubborn, God damn annoyingly gorgeous pain in the ass. And once again. It doesn't even bother him. At all.

Or at least, for now, that is.

Until he understands what it actually means.

Until he realizes what he already knows.

“You know,” Drake places his beer on the small kitchen counter behind him, “I almost believe that I will not make it to the end of this week at the sight of that dangerous sparkle in your eyes, Sparkles. Almost.”

Riley folds her arms with a raised brow, "Mmh, and why’s that, Walker?" He pre-heats the oven, lights the stove under the saucepan with leftover sauce, and fills the kettle to boil some water for the pasta.

"Because..."He's beside her again in less than a second. His hand drifts up over her leg until he reaches her thigh and whispers in a dangerous, low husky voice, "you miss Herreld, are dying to see my very tough, extremely manly glitter drawings that come with that feedback burger at the end of this week."

"Ohh," she lets out a shaky breath as his hand on her thigh sends electrifying shivers through her whole body. "You don't play fair, Walker."

He steps back with a grin, and she whimpers lightly at his strong hand leaving her thigh. "That's rich coming from you, miss Bambi blues!" He dives into to refrigerator with a wink and comes up with a case of fresh spaghetti.

"I can't help genetics, Walker!" Riley smiles, pointing her beer bottle in hand at the box filled with fresh spaghetti in his hand, "Oh, and we need two more cases of those, Walker!"

"Two more?" Drake narrows his eyes in suspicion since he's sure that one is already too much food for the both of them but takes two extra out of the refrigerator, nevertheless. He also grabs a freshly frozen pizza out of the small but expertly stuffed freezer and slides it into the preheated oven. He looks at her while adding the pasta to the boiling water, "So, Sparkles... Just so I know where I'm getting myself into. Are you inviting the whole hallway to join us for dinner?"

"Ha! Oh, no, no, no, Walker!" Riley snorts, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you want to spend the next two hours answering questions about when you're planning to propose, our wedding is set, and when you're going to knock me up? I absolutely love these people to the death, but they get way too excited if there's even a whiff of what might be a change in my non-existent love life." She takes a swig of beer, "No, thank you!"

Drake throws her a sly grin while giving the leftover sauce a good stir. "Well, excuse me, Herreld, but I do have to correct you here. We know each other for," he glances down at his watch, "five fucking hours. It's about goddamn time that we have a talk about you when you're going to make an honest man out of me." He laughs at his own joke, but Riley, almost chokes on the sip of beer she just took, and her coughing makes him snap out of it. He looks up to find the horror practically dripping off her face.

"Jeez, Herreld!" He leaves the sauce, gently pats her back and her coughing slowly fades. "It was just a fucking joke. Easy."

"Oh, thank God, a joke," Riley places in relief a hand on her heart before taking a few deep breaths, "Are you trying to kill me, Walker? Sarcastically joking, and deliberately not wrinkling your nose..." She takes a big sip of her beer to smear her throat and ease her nerves.

Drake's annoyance caused by her reaction instantly turns into confusion. I didn't wrinkle my nose?

Thank you so much for reading!

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Awesome Sites and Links for Writers

Just about every writer out there has several go-to websites that they use when it comes to their writing. Be it for creativity, writer’s block, to put you in the mood or general writing help. These are mine and I listed them in hopes that you’ll find something that you’ll like or find something useful. I’ve also included some websites that sounded interesting, but I haven’t tried out yet.

Spelling & Grammar

Grammar Girl – Grammar Girl’s famous Quick and Dirty Tips (delivered via blog or podcast) will help you keep your creative writing error free.

The Owl – is Purdue University’s Online Writing Lab (OWL), an academic source from Purdue University (which is in West Lafayette, Indiana, U.S.). It’s contains plenty of grammar guides, style tips and other information that can help with your writing, it’s especially great for academics.

Tip of My Tongue — have you ever had trouble of thinking of a specific word that you can’t remember what it is? Well, this site will help you narrow down your thoughts and find that word you’ve been looking for. It can be extremely frustrating when you have to stop writing because you get a stuck on a word, so this should help cut that down.

Free Rice – is a great way to test your vocabulary knowledge. What’s even better about this site is that with every correct answer, they donate 10 grains of rice to the United Nations World Food Program. So, please disable your adblock since they use the ads on the site to generate the money to buy the rice.

HyperGrammar – is from the University of Ottawa (a bilingual public research university in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada) that offers up a one-stop guide for proper spelling, structure, and punctuation. Being that this comes from a Canadian university, that means that they use standard Oxford English Dictionary spelling. Basically that means you’ll get British English, which differs slightly from formal American English.

AutoCrit – the AutoCrit Editing Wizard analyzes your manuscript to identify areas for improvement, including pacing and momentum, dialogue, strong writing, word choice and repetition. It also provides a number of other writing resources as well. It’s not free, but they do offer 200 characters for analysis at no charge. It’s $29.97 per month or $359.64 for an annual membership.

Virtual Writing Tutor – is a free online grammar check website that helps writers count words, check spelling, check grammar and punctuation, check paraphrasing, and improve word choice. This website is free to use, and membership is also completely free. Non-members are only able to check 500 words though.

ProWritingAid – is another automatic editing tool that analyzes your writing and produces reports on areas such as overused words, writing style, sentence length, grammar and repeated words and phrases. They offer a free sample, but you have to make an account to try it out. It’s $3.33 per month ($40 annually, or less if you purchase a longer license).

Scribens – is a free English spelling and grammar checker. It also detects stylistic elements such as repetitions, run-on sentences, redundancies, and more. And it even suggests synonyms for every word.

Writer’s Digest – learn how to improve your writing, find an agent, and even get published with the help of the varied blogs on this site.

Paper Rater – uses Artificial Intelligence to improve your writing. It includes grammar, plagiarism, and spelling check, along with word choice analysis. The basic version is completely free, but they do offer premium subscription for people seeking more advanced features. If you’re interested it’s $14.95 per month or $95.40 per year if you decide to get it.

Syntaxis – it allows you to test your knowledge of grammar with a ten-question quiz. The questions change every time you take the quiz so users are sure to be challenged each time around. It definitely helps writers know if there’s something that they need to brush up on.

Word Frequency Counter – this counter allows you to count the frequency usage of each word in your text. This is especially good when you have a bad habit of using certain words like ‘really’, ‘very’ or ‘a lot’ in your writing.

GrammarCheck – is a free, easy, and secure online tool to proofread any English text.

EditMinion – is a free robotic copy editor that helps you to refine your writing by finding common mistakes.

Proofreading for Common Errors – this is a simple tutorial on proofreading your writing by Indiana University.

BBC – has a section for helping you with your skills, especially in writing, from grammar to spelling, to reading, to listening and to speaking.

Tools

Copyscape – is a free service that you can use to learn if anyone has plagiarized your work. It’s pretty useful for those that want to check for fanfiction plagiarism.

Plagium – is another a copy detection system, that provides a very similar service to Copyscape and uses Yahoo! rather than Google to perform its searches. Just keep in mind that searches for simple text up to 25,000 characters remains free of charge, but any larger requires credits to be purchase.

Plagiarism Detector – is a free software that can be used to check for plagiarism in documents and URL links. It offers only a limit of 800 words for free. This also supports 12 languages, including English, Malay, Arabic, Indonesian and more.

DupliChecker – is a free and accurate online tool to check plagiarism. Just Copy & Paste to detect copied content. However, it offers 1000 words limit per search for free, if you want to check more than that, then you have to create a PRO account which costs $10/monthly for the basic plan.

Write or Die – is an web application for Windows, Mac and Linux which aims to eliminate writer’s block by providing consequences for procrastination. It lets you try it for free, but the desktop version is available for $10. The Write or Die iPad app is $9.99 in the app store. If you’re really old school, the original web app can still be launched with its modest settings.

Written? Kitten! – is similar to Write or Die, but it’s a kinder version and it’s completely free. They use positive reinforcement, so every time you reach a goal they reward you with an adorable picture of a kitten.

Fast Fingers – offers you an easy way to improve your typing skills. It’s puts you through a quick typing game that tests your typing speed and improves it at the same time. It’s also a great way for writers to warm up.

Information & Data

RefDesk – it has an enormous collection of reference materials, searchable databases and other great resources that can’t be found anywhere else. It’s great to use when you need to find something and/or check your facts.

Bib Me – it makes it easy to create citations, build bibliographies and acknowledge other people’s work. This is definitely something that academics will love. It’s basically a bibliography generator that automatically fills in a works cited page in MLA, APA, Chicago or Turbian formats.

Internet Public Library – is a non-profit, largely student-run website managed by a consortium, headed by Drexel University. Currently this online library is inactive, but it’s still full of resources that are free for anyone to use, from newspaper and magazine articles to special collections. Just keep in mind that it’s not up to date, since they stopped maintaining it on June 30, 2015.

The Library of Congress – if you’re looking for primary documents and information, the Library of Congress is a great place to start. It has millions of items in its archives, many of which are accessible right from the website.

Social Security Administration: Popular Baby Names – is the most accurate list of popular names from 1879 to the present. If your character is from America and you need a name for them, this gives you a accurate list of names, just pick the state or decade that your character is from.

WebMD – is a handy medical database loaded with information. It’s not a substitute for a doctor, but can give you a lot of good information on diseases, symptoms, treatments, etc.

MedlinePlus – is the National Institutes of Health’s web site that contains information about diseases, conditions, and wellness issues in language you can understand. It also offers reliable, up-to-date health information, anytime, anywhere, for free. You can use the site to learn about the latest treatments, look up information on a drug or supplement, find out the meanings of words, or view medical videos or illustrations. You can also get links to the latest medical research on your topic or find out about clinical trials on a disease or condition.

Mayo Clinic – is a nonprofit medical practice and medical research group.

World Health Organization (WHO) – is a specialized agency of the United Nations that is concerned with international public health. Its current priorities include communicable diseases, in particular HIV/AIDS, Ebola, malaria and tuberculosis; the mitigation of the effects of non-communicable diseases; sexual and reproductive health, development, and ageing; nutrition, food security and healthy eating; occupational health; substance abuse; and driving the development of reporting, publications, and networking.

Google Scholar – is an online, freely accessible search engine that lets users look for both physical and digital copies of articles. It searches a wide variety of sources, including academic publishers, universities, and preprint depositories and so on. While Google Scholar does search for print and online scholarly information, it is important to understand that the resource is not a database.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac – this classic almanac offers yearly information on astronomical events, weather conditions and forecasts, recipes, and gardening tips.

State Health Facts – Kaiser Family Foundation provides this database, full of health facts on a state-by-state basis that address everything from medicare to women’s health.

U.S. Census Bureau – you can learn more about the trends and demographics of America with information drawn from the Census Bureau’s online site.

Wikipedia – this shouldn’t be used as your sole source, but it can be a great way to get basic information and find out where to look for additional references, which is at the bottom in the citations section.

Finding Data on the Internet – a great website that list links that can tell you where you can find the inflation rate, crime statistics, and other data.

Word References

RhymeZone – whether you’re writing poetry, songs, or something else entirely, you can get help rhyming words with this site.

Acronym Finder – with more than 565,000 human-edited entries, Acronym Finder is the world’s largest and most comprehensive dictionary of acronyms, abbreviations, and initials.

Symbols.com – is a unique online encyclopedia that contains everything about symbols, signs, flags and glyphs arranged by categories such as culture, country, religion, and more.

OneLook Reverse Dictionary – is a dictionary that lets you describe a concept and get back a list of words and phrases related to that concept. Your description can be a few words, a sentence, a question, or even just a single word.

The Alternative Dictionaries – is a PDF, that contains a list of slang words in all types of languages, such as Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Norwegian and many, many others. There use to be a website, but it’s not there anymore and this is the next best thing I could find.

Online Etymology Dictionary – it gives you the history and derivation of any word. Etymologies are not definitions; they’re explanations of what our words meant and how they sounded 600 or 2,000 years ago.

MediLexicon – is a comprehensive dictionary of medical, pharmaceutical, biomedical, and health care abbreviations and acronyms.

Merriam Webster Online – the online version of the classic dictionary also provides a thesaurus and a medical dictionary.

Multilingual Dictionary – it translate whatever you need from 30 different languages with this easy-to-use site.

Collins Online Dictionary – is a free online dictionary and reference resource draw on the wealth of reliable and authoritative information about language, thanks to the extensive use of their vast databases of language; both in English and in other languages.

Writing Software

Open Office – why pay for Microsoft products when you can create free documents with Open Office? This open source software provides similar tools to the Microsoft Office Suite, including spreadsheets, a word processor, the ability to create multimedia presentations, and more.

LibreOffice – is a free and open source office suite. It was forked from OpenOffice.org in 2010, which was an open-sourced version of the earlier StarOffice. The LibreOffice suite comprises programs to do word processing, spreadsheets, slideshows, diagrams and drawings, maintain databases, and compose math formula.

Scrivener – is not a free program, but it’s certainly a very popular one. It's great for organizing research, planning drafts, and writing novels, articles, short stories, and even screenplays.

OmmWriter – is for Mac OS X, a free simple text processor that gives you a distraction free environment. So you can focus only on your writing without being tempted or distracted by other programs on your computer. They are currently working on a Windows version of their software as well, so keep an eye out for that if you’re interested.

FocusWriter – is a completely free full-screen writing application designed to immerse you in your writing. It keeps your writing space simple and clean without sacrificing functionality. It includes a daily goal tracker, work count and time spent writing. There’s also spell checking, real-time feedback on variables like word and page count, and tabbed document browsing. It's available for Windows, Mac and Linux.

Q10 – is a free portable distraction-free writing tool for Windows. The interface includes nothing but a tiny bar at the bottom that displays the character, word, and page count—you can toggle the bar off for a totally distraction free workspace.

Evernote – is a free app for your smartphone and computer that stores everything you could possibly imagine losing track of, like a boarding pass, receipt, article you want to read, to do list, or even a simple typed note. The app works brilliantly, keeping everything in sync between your computer, smartphone, or tablet. It’s definitely a useful app for writers when you have ideas on the go.

ScriptBuddy – is a full-fledged screenplay software program. It handles the proper screenplay format automatically, so you can concentrate on your story. It is easy to use and the basic version is free.

TheSage – is a free application, which is a comprehensive English dictionary and thesaurus that provides a number of useful and in some cases unusual search tools.

Sigil – is ideal for e-book authors because it's a free EPUB editor with a stack of essential features.

WriterDuet – is a collaborative screenwriting app for working with writing partners in real-time. It also lets you copy text written in Fountain, or other screenwriting programs (Final Draft, Celtx, etc.) and paste it directly into WriterDuet with the correct formatting most of the time. They offer the basic version for free, WriterDuet Pro ($9.00 monthly, $79 yearly and $199 lifetime) and WriterDuet Premium ($299 yearly). WriterDuet works on Mac, Windows, Linux, Chromebooks, iOS, and Android. It gives identical page counts on all devices, and PDFs.

ZenWriter – is a program that gives you an open, peaceful place for composing your thoughts without any distractions. It’s a fullscreen text editor that offers customizable backgrounds, music, and a nifty word count at the bottom of the window. It’s not free, but it does offer a free trial for 15 days. It is available for Windows, and after the 15-day trial period you can choose to purchase it for $17.50 if you want.

WriteMonkey – is a Windows writing application with an extremely stripped down user interface, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your words. It is light, fast and free. It’s also an portable app, so you can stick it on a USB drive and use in on whatever computer you happen to find yourself at.

YWriter5 – is a free word processor and is designed for Windows XP, Vista and beyond. It's a small but very comprehensive tool which helps you to plan your story. It breaks your novel into chapters and scenes, helping you to keep track of your work while leaving your mind free to create. You can set up deadlines, for instance, and the program’s Work Schedule report will let you know how much you’ll have to do, each day, to finish on time. You can even enter your characters, locations and items and freely organize them into scenes. This definitely sounds like it’ll be useful for NaNoWriMo writers.

Kingsoft Office (WPS Office) – is an office suite for Microsoft Windows, Linux, iOS and Android OS. The basic version is free to use, but a fully featured professional-grade version is also available. This software allows users to view, create and share office documents that are fully compatible with dozens of document formats, including Microsoft PowerPoint, Word and Excel. In other words, the format is similar to a Microsoft Word document (.DOC or .DOCX file) and supports formatted text, images, and advanced page formatting. Kingsoft Writer documents can be converted to Microsoft Word *.doc files in the software.

Creativity, Fun & Miscellaneous

National Novel Writing Month – is one of the most well-known writing challenges in the writing community. National Novel Writing Month pushes you to write 50,000 words in 30 days (for the whole month of November).

WritingFix – a fun site that creates writing prompts on the spot. The site currently has several options—prompts for right-brained people, for left-brained people, for kids—and is working to add prompts on classic literature, music and more.

Creative Writing Prompts – the site is exactly what it says. They have 100+ and more, of prompts that you can choose from.

My Fonts – is the world’s largest collection of fonts. You can even upload an image containing a font that you like, and this tells you what it is. Just keep in mind that not all of the fonts are free.

DaFont – has lot of fonts as well, most of them are completely free to download. However, some are demo versions or are only free if you used it for personal use and not commercial use.

Story Starters – this website offers over one trillion randomly generated story starters for creative writers.

The Gutenberg Project – this site is perfect for those who like to read and/or have an e-reader. There’s over 33,000 ebooks you can download for free.

The Imagination Prompt Generator – click through the prompts to generate different ideas in response to questions like “Is there a God?” and “If your tears could speak to you, what would they say?”

The Phrase Finder – this handy site helps you hunt down famous phrases, along with their origins. It also offers a phrase thesaurus that can help you create headlines, lyrics, and much more.

Storybird – this site allows you to write a picture book. They provided the gorgeous artwork and you create the story for it, or just read the stories that others have created.

Language Is a Virus – the automatic prompt generator on this site can provide writers with an endless number of creative writing prompts. Other resources include writing exercises and information on dozens of different authors.

Background Noise/Music

SimplyNoise – a free white noise sounds that you can use to drown out everything around you and help you focus on your writing.

Rainy Mood – from the same founders of Simply Noise, this website offers the pleasant sound of rain and thunderstorms. There's a slide volume control, which you can increase the intensity of the noise (gentle shower to heavy storm), thunder mode (often, few, rare), oscillation button, and a sleep timer.

Coffitivity – a site that provides three background noises: Morning Murmur (a gentle hum), Lunchtime Lounge (bustling chatter), and University Undertones (campus cafe). A pause button is provided whenever you need a bladder break, and a sliding volume control to give you the freedom to find the perfect level for your needs and moods. It’s also available as an android app, iOS app, and for Mac desktop. If you go Premium it’s $9 and you’ll get 1 year of unlimited listening to their audio tracks and access to three more sounds: Paris Paradise, Brazil Bistro and Texas Teahouse.

Rainy Cafe – it provides background chatter in coffee shops (similar to Coffitivity) AND the sound of rain (similar to Simply Rain). There’s also individual volume and on/off control for each sound category.

Forest Mood – is background noise of the forest.

MyNoise – is a website with multi-purpose noise generator that is completely free. It helps you to focus while working in a noisy environment or to help settle your anxiety and it’s also useful in cases of insomnia or tinnitus. It has so many sounds to choose from: Fish Tank, Clockwork, Gregorian Voices, Traffic Noise, Train and Railroad, Japanese Garden, and so on.

MyNoise: Online Fire Noise Generator – is also from NyNoise, but it’s a short-cut link for those that only want to hear the sound of fire crackling in a fireplace.

Snowy Mood – is a noise generator that plays sounds of boots walking through snow on an endless loop. It’s simple and straightforward, and perfect for those days when you feel like being snowed in.

Noisli – is a background noise generator that helps you to drown out annoying noises in order to create your perfect environment for working and relaxing. You can mix different sounds together, such as rain and a train or fire and the night sound of crickets or with the waves at a beach.

Purrli – is a white noise generator that recreates the sound and the presence of a cat purring next to you.

Ambient Mixer – is a free online audio mixing tool in which you can create and edit your own ambient music or background sounds. You can even listen to other people’s mixes such as Gryffindor Common Room, Riding with the Winchesters, Mr. Tumnus’ House, A Day in Camp Half-Blood, and so on.

8tracks – is an internet radio website and everyone can listen for free, well it use to be completely free. Unlike other music oriented social network such as Pandora or Spotify, 8tracks doesn’t have commercial interruption (that’s if you get 8tracks Plus). Users can create free accounts and can either browse the site and listen to other user-created mixes for as long as they like, and/or they can create their own mixes. It’s a perfect place to listen to other writer’s playlist, share yours or find music for specific characters or moods. Note: Joining is still free, however you’re now limited to 1 hour of free listening for each week (or more depending on how much people like your mixes, but I’ve been told the limitation is for those in the US only). If you want unlimited access it’s $30 per year or $5.00 a month.

Playmoss – with 8tracks no longer having free unlimited listening and no commercial interruptions many people looked for an alternative and Playmoss is what 8tracks use to be. Playmoss is free to join and it has all the same basic features that 8tracks has, only with extra goodies like unlimited skips, able to see the entire tracklist before playing, start at any point in the playlist, see how many playlists contain a certain song and even collaborate playlists with other people.

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Sending out some (much needed) love...

Hey, y'all... let's remember why we're here... our love of silly pixelated idiots that we love. There is so much negative shit going on in this world today - I don't know about you - but I barely know how I survived the past couple of years and, right now, it really isn't feeling much better.

This is my little slice of happiness, of escape... and I am going to control that narrative because NO ONE is stealing that from me.

Anons are off. If you want to send me hate, put your face to it. If you don't have that much courage, then keep quiet. And, please, examine why you need to be that way.

If you want to talk or ask a question, you can do that. If you're afraid to do that publicly, DM's are always open and always confidential.

My goal in being here was to write, read, meet like-minded people and have fun. I've done that, and I will continue to do so.

But I'm done with the negativity... and I'm taking back my little slice of peace that I found here.

I'm tagging my list - I'm sending you all so much love and gratitude, I hope you know how much I appreciate each and every one of you. I hope this continues to be a place where you can find some love, some light, some joy... and I hope I can help provide some of that for you. PLEASE take a moment today to send something positive to just one other person in the fandom, ok? I think it's needed

I'm going to do my part to keep our little, shrinking fandom going; I'm not going to help tear it apart.

Perm: @a-crepusculo @animesuck3r @annoyingmillenialnewbie @anonymousrookie @bex-la-get @binny1985 @bluebelle08 @bluerosesbloom @coffeeheartaddict2 @crazy-loca-blog @danijimenezv @darkswagamerpiratecowboyclown @differenttyphoonwerewolf @dorisz @genevievemd @jamespotterthefirst @jennieausten @kingliam2019 @lady-calypso @liaromancewriter @lucy-268 @mainstreetreader @parisa-kh @peonierose @potionsprefect @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @rosebudde @schnitzelbutterfingers @secretaryunpaid @sillydg @spookycolorpeanut @socalwriterbee @thegreentwin @trappedinfanfiction @txemrn @writer-ish @youlookappropriate @zahrachoices @kachrisberry @fayeswiftie @choiceskatie

OH: @aishwarya26 @onikalover @peonyblossom @toadfrog26 @jerzwriter2

Ethan: @cryomyst @custaroonie @gryffindordaughterofathena @mysticaurathings @queencarb @sincerelyscarring @wanderingamongthewildflowers

Tobias: @icecoffee90

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A Drake Walker mood, with music:

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@axwalker @mskaneko @burnsoslow @petiteboheme @kat-tia801 @katedrakeohd @quixoticdreamer16 @karahalloway @tessa-liam @sillydg

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My mom is always bugging me to give her grandchildren and its so annoying. She'll even complain to her friends if I'm with her and we bump into them, getting them to put the pressure on in turn.

Miss Vivian should be happy that the message was received well!

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry about that. Look, the truth is Vivian, Tobias & Casey are fictional characters. Tobias is comfortable enough with himself to humor his mom, then tell her to be gone. Casey learns to manage it all quite easily too...

BUT...

In real life, I do NOT approve of this at all.

I think more people should NOT have kids if we're being honest. It is the most rewarding, and most difficult, thing anyone could ever do. There are far too many people who have kids that should not. I commend everyone who says "This isn't for me," and sticks to it... society be damned.

I only had one child, and never wanted more. I took major shit for it and did not care. My one child doesn't want any and people assume I must be upset... not even a little. I think this is the BIGGEST life choice that someone should make without interference from others.

Vivian is comic relief... she doesn't mean any harm... and it is well received by Tobias & Casey... but I don't advocate this in real life... at all.

Hmmm... maybe I should write a story down the line about her doing this to Tobias's brother Jordan who has decided he is definitely not interested in being a father. Now you have me thinking.....

STAY STRONG and print this out and leave it somewhere for your Mom!

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Prompt Time!!

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Shut up and kiss me already”

“You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break”

@munstysmind I immediately thought of Sam & Dahlia for these! I love these! They remind me of Mr. He used to love it when I wore his shirts but teased me like he didn't... Truth is, I just wanted to lay in his scent until he made me take it off, lol... You know... Put on his favorite TAPOUT tee-shirt knowing he'd want or take me out of it, lol... Such the little devil I used to be...

Okay, enough with the TMI... Let's get down to this fic!!!

Loving Me on You...

Rating: Mature/Explicit, not intended for minors

Warning(s): Sexual lingo/lyrics, sex act

Word Count: 1,210 approximately

(Love to help ... I prefer my skin on yours!)

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“Babe, have you been in my wardrobe because-?”

Thoughts left lingering in the air, Sam almost salivates over the scene before him… “Are you wearing my shirt?”

The naughty grin on her face dares him to come take it if he wants it… the shirt, I mean. “Don’t get cum on that, but definitely keep going… Slide it up so that I can get a better view… And I mean it, that’s my lucky shirt… I have a meeting today, and I need THAT shirt.”

“Shut up and kiss me already”, said just before she shivers over hitting her g-spot. “I warned you that I would make you not want to leave me here… all by my lones-…”

“Mhmm,” she moans through his deep-throating kiss. “I’d rather have something else in your throat, but I can’t be late for this meeting, babe.”

“Then use your hand, I’ll be quick… Pleeeeease!!!”, she pleads, taking his hand and placing it where she needs it. “You don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break.”

The momentary stare says he is contemplating brushing off this meeting, but he knows that it cannot be postponed. She had schmoozed Miles Houston into meeting with him, he was going to seal this partnership. “Oh, I know just how well you handle me, pretty, how flexible you are, and as always just how you need it.”

“Then get rough with it Dalton, the clock is t-” As his finger thrusts increase, Dahlia loses her words… Bucking into his rhythm, she starts to clench and quiver. Her head lulls back, eyes tightly pressed together, breaths becoming deeper as she feels his tongue circle her clit, she moans his name.

He doesn’t want to hear moans, he wants her screaming his name… Lowering further, he flicks his tongue against her opening as his finger strokes quicken. “Ahhhh! Yes, baby! Faster!” He intensifies his finger strokes, tongue teasing her insides. Noting the moment her breaths deepen further and her pelvic floor muscles pulse, he grips her thighs to still her movement… lapping wildly at her walls, sucking at her clit, until she trembles involuntarily…

Releasing his hold of her thighs to allow her to ride out her orgasm, he hums in pleasure to let her know just how much she has him turned on… loving that she isn’t afraid to let him know just how much she loves what he does to her.

“Oooooh,“ groaned out through a tightly pressed but open pucker.

“SAM!!!!!,” screamed out as she rips the sheets up in her grip.

Her orgasm breaks with such force that her entire body jerks upon her release, causing Sam to gently press her abdomen until he has licked every drop her body offers. “That’s a good girl,” he praises… “You know that I hate to stop at one, but I need that shirt… I promise to top you off as soon as the meeting is done.”

She arches to slide the shirt free, her hardened nipples catching Sam’s focus in the process. “Oh, baby. I wrinkled your shirt!” He smirks, nodding towards his crotch, “That’s okay, look at what you unwrinkled, though.” A very satisfied giggle escapes her, as she moves quickly to him, giving him a long-handed stroke of his erection as he buttons the shirt barely on before this much-preferred distraction.

“Hurry, Sam. The quicker you get to this meeting, the quicker it ends!” He shakes his head, laughing at her statement, “Now you rush me out!” With a quick kiss, he heads towards the door. Just as he exits, she has a thought, “Babe, brush your teeth!” To which she hears a distant reply, “Listerine strips, I’m good! I want to savor this taste all the way there! I love you!”

“Love you, too!”

As she hears the doors to the elevator close, she comes up with a plan, remembering the dress she’s purchased to wear to dinner over the weekend. “I got him the meeting, let’s see if I can’t hurry this deal along. It’s been a while since I’ve been to Dalton Enterprises…” With an impish grin, she rushes to the shower.

She calculates the time of his arrival and when she should enter the meeting as she dresses, running through the rehearsed proposal the two had brainstormed together, prior to him dressing for the meeting… Well, before stealing his shirt, that is… all a part of her plan to get his adrenaline going, knowing that he would stay riled up until he had the opportunity to finish their foreplay session.

Sam hears a knock on the office door, apologizing for the interruption just before answering. “This had better be important!” Before he could think further, he swung the door open expecting to chastise his executive assistant, only to see Dahlia standing before him with that same look from before.

With his and Miles’ jaws dropped open, both men stunned and gaping, she saunters past Sam with a wink to address Miles. Sam hurriedly closes the door, hearing the aroused tone of Miles’ voice, turning to see him gentlemanly kissing the back of Dahlia’s hand. “I do hope that I am not interrupting too much, but I just had to join the meeting when I learned that it would be with you.”

Still holding her hand while gently tapping it, “No! It is a pleasure. I was hoping to gain your company once again.” Sam quickly offers Dahlia his seat, explaining that he would take the seat next to Miles. “It seems that I have calculated correctly then, Miss Schuyler. If Sam is offering you the CMO seat, you must be a great asset to the company in your liaison position.”

With a secret look passing between them, she thanks Miles for the flattering compliment, asking Sam to continue from where he left off, she is a quick study and will chime in as requested. Once the meeting concludes, with a commitment to Dalton Enterprises, of course, Miles exits with a promise to have dinner with them soon.

“Sam… I know this private little corner bench up on the High Line that we should have our ‘lunch’...” Knowing exactly what this lunch will entail, he takes her hand, hurrying from the office as he briefly explains that he will be on an extended lunch. As soon as the elevator doors close, her teasing begins… “I don’t have on underwear and this dress is wrinkle-free…” Stroking his crotch she asks, “Are you?” The twitching growth against her palm provides all the answers she needs.

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Chapter Nine, part two: Out in the open

Book: The Royal Romance

Rating: 18+ NSFW!

Pairing: Drake Walker X F!MC (Riley Herreld)

Word count: 7.000

Series Summary “What if”: Riley and Drake spent a passionate one night stand together on the last night before the social season. The next day they find out the harsh truth of her being the new suitor in town and him being the handsome best friend of prince charming Liam… Are they going to write a fairytale of their own or will everything crash and burn?

Masterlist

In this ninth episode, Part 2: Liam confronts Drake after learning about the passionate night he and Riley shared before the social season, and he ends the conversation with an unexpected proposition.

Riley tells Drake the truth about being blackmailed at the hands of her biological dad, her mom, and her stepdad, who have the ultimate goal to overthrow the throne. They surprise themselves and each other... And come closer in an intimate moment after, in more than one way. A/N: First of all, a very special thanks to @kachrisberry for sharing her thoughts with me and editing and most of all inspiring! Thank you! You’re amazing! A/N: Thank you for reading and staying with me during this series! Please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist! A/N: Disclaimer: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pixelberry.

Episode Warnings: Referring to physical and emotional abuse. Language (Swearing also unholy- and sexual terms), Dirty talk. Please do not read if you’re triggered by any of this. There is smut in there! Explicit sexual adults situations.

Out in the open, Part 2.

Drake and Maxwell sit next to each other on a big tree trunk at the small secluded beach they've been visiting since they were kids. He glances at his watch. Thirty minutes after Liam's request to gather here and he starts nervously shifting in his seat. What the hell is taking them so long?

"Seriously dude, you've been running around like crazy this past," and Maxwell looks at his watch, "Twenty-nine minutes. You already built us a campfire and collected enough wood for two whole days. And still, you are more restless than usual. What is up with you, bud?"

Drake stares into the fire. Ever since he received Liam’s text he found himself more nervous than ever. What if those two are involved in some sweaty activities? What if she told him about their night together and Liam is dropping her off at the airport at this very moment?

"Maxwell, Drake..." The two men startled at Liam's stern voice normally reserved for his prince duties, making them both jump up. He nods towards the fire, "I see that Drake had a hard time sitting still."

Maxwell grins, "He went full caveman mode, I think that the lack of burgers and booze are affecting his brain and making him shift into his primal state."

Drake does not even bother to give Maxwell a death glare and his eyes drift off in search of Riley. He’s all alone. Is she gone? Am I ever going to see her again?

Liam eyes his best friend, knowing who he is looking for, "Then let's make this quick for our own safety." He grins, "We all know how grumpy he can get at the lack of food and alcohol. Maxwell, do me a favor. Riley is waiting at the top of the cliff, can you please get her for us?"

Drake lets out a relieved sigh, but is still not entirely reassured because of his best friend's ongoing static posture. He has seen him use it many times towards others but never directed at him. And well, i t could only mean one thing... he knows. Riley told him everything. He sighs as he very well knows what’s coming now that Liam knows, and he is everything but ready to face it.

Maxwell nods, and after a quick questioning glance between the two men, he walks at a calm pace to meet Riley at the top.

For a second Liam and Drake stand face to face in silence, both not sure how to initiate the conversation.

Drake breaks the silence with a heavy heart, "So she told you about us having sex together the night before the social season, didn't she?"

Liam clears his throat, hands behind his back. "Yes, she told me."

Silence.

Drake averts his eyes and rubs his neck, "Li, I know that I should've been honest with you, and I am sorry for keeping this from you, but...” and with a sigh he falls silent, not sure how to finish the sentence he started.

“Let me help you with that…” Liam’s face stays static, “But you’re not sorry for the night you’ve spent together, right Drake?"

He nods slowly as guilt rises in his chest.

Silence.

"Seriously?" Liam raises his voice while keeping his eyes locked on Drake, "This is what I'm getting from you? I suggest that you start talking and give me a whole lot more than just a simple nod, bud. Because I’m trying to understand why the hell you withheld sleeping with her from me. Why you, of all people, decide to lie to my fucking face about leaving a stupid vest in your favorite bar, while you gave it to her? And since I’ve known you for all my life, I know that you would never lie to me without a fucking good reason. So please do enlighten me."

Drake takes a deep breath, knowing that Liam is absolutely right. He deserves to know why, but... he is not even able to come clean to himself let alone say it out loud to Liam. So he tells him what he has been telling himself this one and a half day, while he very well knows that there is no chance in hell that he is actually going to buy it. Just like he’s really not buying it himself. And sighing he says, “Hell Li, she might as well be your one chance to marry for love instead of politics. How could I risk sabotaging your relationship before it even began by telling you?”

Liam rubs his hand over his forehead, "Oh Drake, you know me better than that. I would never hold this against either of you or let it cloud my judgment. The two of you had no fucking idea!

So. Do you know what I think? Drake. I think that if it meant nothing at all, that you would've come to talk to me before the masquerade and things would've been fine.

But it actually does mean something, doesn’t it? And you knew that I wasn’t going to let you get away with it. That I would push and push until you would actually admit OUT LOUD what’s going on. And that part scares the living shit out of you, doesn't it? Because actually admitting it OUT LOUD would mean that you actually have to face what’s going on, that you have to deal with it. And we all know how good you are at facing feelings. Or am I wrong Drake?”

He scoffs, “Nothing is going on here, Liam.”

“Suuure. Nothing is going on. It’s not like you’ve been laughing all day when she’s around, right? It’s not like you’ve been joking, looking out for her all day and I sure as hell didn’t catch you staring at her all the freakin time.”

Drake averts his eyes in irritation, knowing that his best friend is so, so, so right.

Liam throws in a mockingly snort, “And we are not even talking about you already knowing her so well because of the obvious connection. It shines through in the way you described her in our conversation earlier, the list with perfect dates, and those fucking perfect chocolates.

Surprise! She absolutely loved them! Just like she absolutely loved how you gave her your vest. God, you should’ve seen those eyes sparkle with excitement at the moment she found out that it was your all-time favorite.

So… one last attempt, Drake. It was exactly like Max and I have been stating, right? This was not just a one-night stand… This was unintentionally way more.”

"Fucking hell!" Drake narrows his eyes in desperation and raises his voice, “What does it matter anyway? Who the fuck cares. Because I'm actually very aware of the fact that she is here as your suitor. Not mine. So tell me, Liam, what the hell does it matter that I absolutely...” He stops short and takes a deep breath as he realizes that Liam got him right where he wants. Fuck.

Liam grins, “Well, well, well we are making some progress. No, I don’t know. Please do enlighten me, Drake.”

He groans pinching the bridge of his nose, “For the love of God, can you please stop with this bullshit! There's no fucking use in me finishing that sentence since she's here for you.” Drake now lowers his hand, directly meeting Liam's eyes, “ I… fucking… get it. You don't have to rub it into my fucking face. So I suggest that you just punch me like a normal best friend would do, and move on because we both know that I'm no match for you when it comes to women."

“And that is your fucking problem, Drake, because you keep underestimating yourself. Doubt your self-worth. Don't let the experiences with all the foolish power-driven woman in your past cloud your judgment in this."

Drake lets out a humorless laugh, "Ha! That's fucking easy to say for the guy who has always been on the other side of the line. Women keep dropping at your feet Li, no matter who they are with."

A silence falls as Liam realizes where Drake's reaction is coming from. "Drake, why don't we move to the present instead of the past."

He mutters not meeting his eye, "Fucking great, sure… why not? I believe you were having fun playing with your food, so please go ahead and continue."

Liam swallows, "Okay, I deserved that."

"And I deserve a fucking punch, so get at it already."

"I'm not going to punch you, Drake, we both know you like it rough."

Drake looks up to a grinning Liam and he gives him a small smile, "we're both fucking idiots, aren’t we?"

"Absolutely, and apparently both complete fools for the same women.” Liam takes a deep breath and manages to compose himself, “Look, Drake, I know that it's hard for you to talk about your feelings, but we need to be open and honest to each other to prevent creating an even bigger mess in the future."

"For fucks sake, I thought we were past this part of the conversation Li."

"I'm sorry, but feelings are not just things you can ignore, Drake. They don't go away on their own just because you choose to deny their existence. So, you’ve got to finish that sentence bud. You really do…"

He growls in irritation, “Fine. Whatever. What does it matter that I absolutely...…” and he rolls his eyes, “Want to get to know her a lot better. There. Happy now?"

Drake's words hit Liam harder than anticipated, "It's a bit of a mixed feeling, but happiness is certainly in there somewhere.” He sighs, “Or at least I think it is."

Drake nods and although he feels a lot lighter now the words actually left his mouth, he realizes that it's not by a long shot close to what he is actually feeling. He sighs, "So where do we go from now?"

"Well, I suggest that we wait until we know if Riley is allowed to stay and participate in the social season. That's when we can determine our further course."

“Wait what? If Riley is allowed to stay in the social season? What's that supposed to mean? You told me that you would never hold her accountable for our night together.”

Liam sighs, “I need to talk to Bastien about Riley’s presence at court and her participation in the social season. But it’s not because she slept with you, bud. It's unfortunately way more complicated! There is so much more at stake here than just Riley, you and me, and well I need to consult Bastien since he is the one who is able to make a risk assessment in this case.”

“Wait," pure confusion dripping off his face, "A risk assessment? For Riley?” He starts to laugh, “Oh God. Are you serious? I mean, I know that she’s a serious risk to herself with those two clumsy feet, but to others?” And he blurts out without thinking, “Okay, she might be a risk to me, since my back might not agree with a lifetime of picking her up off the floor, but that’s going to be totally worth it.” He blinks as realization dawns on him. Did I just say... For a lifetime? Noooooooooo. Nope. Nope. Lalalalalala.

Liam's heart sinks at his best friend's words. His mind saying that Drake deserves all the happiness in the world, but his heart… His heart is absolutely not ready to let her go. And even with this situation hanging above her head, he still has hope that Bastien says it is fine to let her stay, and that she is in fact able to accept his ring at the end of the season.

It's only day one and he has never been so sure that he will find himself at the end of the season on one knee, in front of this amazing, selfless, strong, and determined woman. Offering her his heart and all that comes with it. Because she is his chance to be a better King and finally a warm heart for the people of Cordonia.

And he's willing to do everything in his power for that. Even if it meant proposing an arrangement with Drake. Because he has to give the two of them to discover what’s going on. Denying them that opportunity means question marks and that never ends well. For all three involved.

Drake frowns at the suddenly tensed posture of Liam, “You were actually serious about, Bastien, weren’t you? Li, What the hell is going on? Is there a serious chance she has to leave? And what about Max, does he know? Is she telling him right now?”

"Drake… Bud. Calm down. Let’s not panic about things that are not yet certain. Riley will tell you in a few minutes what’s going on, and I will be also be taking up Max knowing with Bastien later tonight. But for now, need to keep this information from him! His connection with Bertrand can be in the way of knowing.”

Drake sighs, “Right. Which means that we also need to keep up appearances during the ‘double date’ right?”

Liam averts his eyes at the visible disappointment on Drake’s face and he feels his heart clench. He is not sure how to deal with this head vs heart situation. And he decides that he can’t tell him about him wanting to propose, not when things aren’t sure yet. Even though it might be a bit hypocritical.

Drake notices that something is going on, “You just told me that we need to be open and honest, Liam, so spill it. Something is bothering you.” And all of a sudden they hear Maxwell's and Riley’s voices coming closer and closer.

“Look,” says Liam now hastier, “We might be in a bit complicated situation here. But for now, I’m glad that you’re aware of the fact that she indeed entered court as MY suitor and until we know more, that will be the status and appearance we need to keep up in public."

"Again I am very aware of that."

"Let me finish, Drake," and he coughs, clearly having a hard time getting the words out of his mouth again. "What I was trying to say was that IF the two of you decide to get involved in some,” and he swallows, “Getting to know each other better’ activities, just make sure that the two of you do it behind closed doors.”

Drake's eyes grow wide, “What the hell are you saying?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. What kind of friend would I be if I would keep you from her? If I don’t give you the chance to explore the first woman I truly saw you excited for in your life?

She’s not only good for me. I think we already established that earlier in this conversation.”

“And you told her this too?”

“I did.” Liam sighs, “She was… shocked, to say the least, and I honestly don’t think I gave her enough time to react or ask questions. But it’s up to the two of you what you are going to do with it.”

Drake averts his eyes, “So what about you and her?”

“Well, I was hoping that you will be returning the favor. Because I want to get to know every inch of her if she lets me, that is. So if she ever tries to get close, I will not be stopping it. Ergo my suggestion is that if we keep this up, we have to be open and honest about it.”

“Does this mean that you guys didn’t, you know, in her room …”

He shakes his head and grins, “No, we didn’t. But you really need to work on those full sentences Drake.

“I’m not sure if I’m able to do this Li, I know that it’s not uncommon at court, but… I need to think about it.”

Liam nods, “Of course, take your time bud. I know that this might be all of the sudden. So I’m going to give you a free pass until we have more information. It will probably be easier for each of us to determine paths. Just promise to be careful ok?”

Drake nods slowly. Of course, he has seen enough by just standing at the sideline to know that these kinds of arrangements were noble's bread and butter, but he wasn’t like that. So is it really bad for me to hope that Bastien is not letting her in again? Maybe she could stay with me to figure out if there actually is something going on… But how do I know that I won't be just a consolation prize because she never had the chance? I would never know, but if she stays in, then I lose her without a doubt to Liam. Who in her right mind says no to a prince charming and his kingdom? Who? So… Where does that leave me exactly?

All of a sudden a broad smiling Riley appears from behind Liam. Drakes ’ eyes meet hers, and his panicked thoughts are gone, his questions about her situation drained from his head as his smile naturally matches hers. And all he can think of is taking her in his arms without having to feel guilty about it.

Liam's stomach turns at the sudden sheepish look on his best friend's face, which meant that there was no doubt about Riley standing behind him. He turns to find the same effortless smile on Riley's face. But can I blame him though? Look at her. Especially now she looks lighter than she did all day.

"Well Maxwell, let's take a walk!” States Liam politically. “Let these kids enjoy a campfire because we've got the Beaumont’s bash to talk about." He tries to meet Riley's eye before he walks off, but hers are glued to Drake’s. And with a sigh, he slings an arm around Maxwell to walk up the cliff again.

She slowly walks towards him and the moment she steps into the flickering light of the flames he notices that her smile doesn’t reach her eyes by a longshot. A worried look appears on his face as he whispers, "Ohh Herreld, have you been crying?"

She grins and nods, "Does it still surprise you though after the amount I've been crying today?" He wraps her up in his strong arms and Riley snuggles happily against his chest while her arms find his waist. He grins teasingly at her, "Well, you have to run out of water sometimes, right?"

She snorts and both close their eyes, "One would think, but do not underestimate my tear stash, Drake. You wouldn't be the first one to make that mistake."

He snuggles his nose into her hair and smiles as her flowery perfume fills his nostrils. And for the next few minutes, they find themselves contently wrapped up in each other’s arms with nothing but the sound of the swaying sea and the crackling of the fire.

Riley groans as she breaks the spell, knowing that they don’t have a lot of time on their hands before Liam and Maxwell return. She leans back to meet his eye and whispers, "I'm sorry that I've told Liam without talking to you first. I know that it’s no excuse but I was not able to hold it in any longer. Especially given the circumstances I’m in and with Liam offering his help. He needed the whole picture.” And she hesitates for a second, not sure if it it's her business or not, "So…"

Drake meets her eye with a small smile as he knows exactly what she’s asking, "Liam and I will be okay, Herreld.” He cups her cheeks in his hands, softly stroking them with his thumbs, “ I actually think I should be thanking you for coming clean."

Her eyes flutter as she leans into his touch and whispers, "Truth can be the most liberating and the scariest thing at the same time, right?"

Drake averts his eyes in thought. He opens his mouth but is not able to find the words to describe how right she is, and it makes him stumble, "I..."

"Drake, it's fine.” And with a soft smile, she manages to draw his gaze to meet her eyes again, “Sometimes silence says enough."

He gently boops her nose, "Okay Herreld, you need to stop with that whole being cute and understanding thing."

A shy smile appears at the loving gesture and she nervously plays with the hem of his shirt. "Well… I can start by ruining the mood and tell you about those circumstances?" He slowly moves his arms around her shoulders, "So Bastien is really not only making a risk assessment for your two left feet?"

"Ha! I wish. I mean the fact that I'm still alive despite these feet is one thing," but as soon as those words leave her mouth, she realizes that if it wouldn't have given such a mess she very well could have been dead. Her face falls as she finds herself not able to finish the joke.

“Alright,” he says while pulling her close again and he murmurs against her forehead, "The moment you are not even able to finish a joke, means shit really hit the fan. Come on, let's sit down and talk!"

She nods with a deep sigh and he leads her in a side hug towards the campfire. He motions her to sit down onto one of the big logs while he throws some more wood onto the fire.

Her gaze moves between the fire and the enormous pile of wood next to it, the moment she sits down. She grins, “So what brought out the sexy caveman in you that you decided to build a fire?”

Drake sits down beside her, “I think what you meant to say is,” and he puts up a teasingly high-pitched voice, “Thank you, Drake! I’m so grateful for not letting me freeze to death since I’m dressed way too lightly for the cold nights here in Europe.”

She chuckles as he takes off his jeans shirt and gently drapes it over her shoulders. He rubs her arms, “Just taking care of the pack, Herreld, no sweat.”

“But what about you? You’re bare-armed now!” And she subconsciously bites her lip as her eyes drift over his arms and broad chest which are both accentuated by his tight white shirt.

He smirks enjoying the fact that she appreciates the view, "Is the lady sure that I need to put on my shirt again?"

She shakes her head and snuggles happily into the way to a big shirt, “But only if you promise me that you will say it when you’re cold.”

“I will, now…”

“You are just saying that to get me off your back, don’t you?”

He groans, “I’ll be fine, Herreld,” and he starts buttoning it up, “Besides, covering all of this up should help me with concentrating on what you are actually saying instead of getting distracted.”

Riley smiles, looking down at his hands, “Yeah, you like it? I thought that you would be devastated about me exchanging the dress and big white hat, for a leather jacket, some obvious cleavage, and skinny jeans.”

“Truly heartbroken, really. Almost on the brink of ugly crying and waving hands, smeared mascara, incomprehensible screaming. The whole fucking shebang! As a matter of fact,” and he stands up, “I’m going home right now to lay under a snuggly and fluffy blanket, chocolate ice cream out of the jar, chick flicks, cocktails, and brownies.”

“Okay drama queen,” and grinning she takes his hand and pulls him back down onto the log, “At least we know that I didn’t knock you up since your clearly PMS-ing all the way.”

He snorts and looks down as her hand still holds his, resting comfortably on his knee. She averts her eyes nervously towards the fire, “Is this okay?”

“Actually…” He lets go of her hand to wrap a gentle arm around her waist, “Come here beautiful.” The gentle nickname puts an instant smile on her face while he guides her sideways onto his lap. The hand lingering on her waist sneaks in under the different layers of clothing until his fingertips touch her bare skin, sending electric shivers down her spine.

She relaxes under his touch and she slips her right arm around his waist. His free hand finds hers, entwining their fingers once again and she happily snuggles closer and closer into his neck until she’s completely comfortable. He whispers, “How about this?”

“Mmh,” she murmurs, “Perfection!” And after she let out another deep sigh he feels how she completely relaxes against him. He closes his eyes and gives her a small peck on the top of her head. She smiles and a comfortable silence falls as the two of them simply enjoy being so close to one another.

But after a small ten minutes Drake whispers, “I’m going to hit myself on the head later… But we might have to move towards those circumstances, Herreld.

“Do we really have to though?” And she pouts against his neck, “It’s so nice here in your arms sitting by the campfire, under the stars, looking out over the sea. Can’t we just stay a little bit longer in our little world?”

He smiles softly as an unfamiliar, but pleasant warmth rises in his chest the moment she said our little world, “How much I want to stay in our little world too,” And there was it again, “We do need to talk. Please,” and he sets a gentle finger under her chin to meet her eye, “What is going on?”

She takes a deep breath and he lays his cheek on top of her hair, "Well, it all started three years ago..." And she starts by telling him all about the past three years during the blackmail, followed by the search for a solution and finishes with the conversation she and Liam overheard over the phone.

And unlike her conversation with Liam earlier, there was not even a doubt in her mind that she wanted and needed him close. And to her surprise, no tears were flowing as she relives the raw emotions of the past three years, and what she learned a few hours ago. She even manages to relax as it feels safe and comforting in his arms.

And the more she tells, the more he tightens his arm protectively around her waist and he clenches his hand in hers. It surprises him that even though one after the other horrible thing leaves her mouth, his urge to protect her doesn’t snap into rage. Because when it comes to exceptions to rules, his anger was the only one he shared with the outer world and absolutely not shy about doing it.

But he manages to stay calm and avoid himself even from closing up. Because it was clear that she needed him from the moment he pulled her close at the start of the evening, only to be confirmed the moment he pulled her onto his lap.

The way she snuggled and relaxed against him, up to a point where she might as well drift off to sleep. And there was no denying that it felt so good to keep her this close in his arms. To see her this relaxed and safe while being in this situation, with these words coming out of her mouth. So there is no problem in storing his anger for the first time he would be meeting these fucking assholes. Hell. I even consider asking Maxwell to make a scrapbook about how to die slowly and with as much pain possible to choose from. Glitter allowed. Because one thing is sure, no one is ever going to hurt her again. Whatever it takes.

And with a soft smile she wraps up her story, “And now I’m sitting here, under a perfect starry sky, in the arms of this handsome man who once again proved to be an exquisite listener. Hell Drake, you are the whole grumpy package are you?”

And even though he clearly hears the sweet words coming out of her beautiful mouth, his insecurities and past experiences with women make it hard for him to actually believe them. So he does what he always does when someone is crazy enough to sweet-talk him, “Nah. It’s just been a long day and your sleep delusionality clearly lowers your bar by miles, Herreld.”

Her head snaps up and she smacks him against the shoulder, “Drake Walker! Do you want me to get mad? Because that’s how you get me mad. Stop talking about yourself that way!”

He grins cheekily as he swiftly brushes his nose against hers. “I might keep it up if you are going to smack me every time I talk this way.” And he wiggles his brows.

“Thank you for the heads up, handsome.” and she lets her finger teasingly drift over his shirt-covered chest, “Change of plans! Whenever I hear you talking yourself down or if you’re not giving yourself enough credits, I’ll shower you in compliments up to the moment where it gets reaaaally awkward. But if you manage to be positive about yourself, I reward you with a smack, Mister!”

He narrows his eyes in interest, “A smack where?”

She shrugs innocently, “Dealer's choice!”

He shakes his head and throws her the most charming smirk she has ever seen. “Okay Herreld, all jokes aside…”

“To bad, but I’m so not joking Drake!” And with a broad smile rests her head against his shoulder.

He snuggles her even closer and with his cheek against hers he grins, “Yeah, I was afraid you were going to say that.”

And once again a comfortable silence falls as Drake takes the time to run everything through his mind once more, before breaking the silence with a shaky soft voice, “For God’s sake, Herreld. I can’t even imagine the hell you must have been through your whole life.” She feels his heart rate slightly go up against her shoulder, but it steadies quickly after he sighs, “I don’t even know where to begin with asking questions.”

She groans, “I know it’s really selfish to say but… It has been a long day and I think I’m a bit tired of talking. And I know that it might be a bit hard to believe after today... but I actually do not consider it as one of my favorite hobbies.” He kisses the top of her head in understanding, “I just wish that I’ve could have been there for you sooner.”

She softly brushes her nose against his neck, murmuring “I know… But you’re here now and I can’t be more grateful for and comfortable with that for that matter.” Her breath tickles pleasantly against his sensitive skin as she whispers, sending a pleasant shiver through his body.

And with everything out in the open, she lets herself get lost in Drake’s arms and suddenly her thoughts are all over the place. This whole situation remained a weird one, and she still couldn’t actually believe that Liam told her that it is alright for her to get close with Drake as long as the two of them were careful. Because hell! She’s been wanting to get closer to him all day, but does he feel the same? She allows herself to breathe him in and savor his scent for the first time today without feeling remotely guilty about it. “Mmh,” she groans without thinking not sure how much longer she can restrain herself from tasting him, “Do you know you smell illegally good Drake?”

“And here I was thinking that you were only allowed to compliment me when I talk shit about myself.”

“Nice try Walker, but I never said that I would restrain myself from telling if I see, smell, or…” and a mischief smile appears on her lips, “feel something I like…”

“You can’t blame a man for try…” But he freezes as soon as her hand disappears under his shirt to explore the rock-hard abbs under his shirt with her fingertips. He groans as her fingers sent an electric bolt through his whole body and he gets an instant semi at her forwardness. “Fuck Herreld…” He groans.

She startles at him freezing and jumps up from his lap to create some immediate distance, “I’m sorry Drake…I didn’t mean to…I just got carried away and…Sorry, I’ve should’ve asked.”

“Wow, wow, wow,” and he matches her movements by standing up from the log, “You just got me by surprise, Herreld.” He carefully sets a step in her direction and she feels her heart pound in her chest as he moves closer and closer towards her.

“So does that mean that you…”

He grins, “I’m sorry. But are you ever rejected in your life Herreld? Because I find it hard to believe that someone in their right mind would.” Carefully he strokes a lock of hair out of her face, “I just never dared to think that you would be interested in me like that again. Especially not with Liam in the picture, I mean look at me, I’m nothing compared to…” But he stops short as a mischief smile appears on her lips. He swallows because that can’t be good, “Herreld, whyyyyyy are you smiling like that?”

“My my, mister Walker. Did you just talk yourself down? Did you just not give yourself enough credit?” God, I wish I had a ruler right now.

“Oh, Oh…”

“Oh, Oh indeed. Now behold the compliment wrath of Rileeeey!” And she clears her throat with a devilish smirk, “Because hell! I’m definitely looking at you, Mister Walker!” and she lets her eyes unabashedly drift over his body while seductively biting her finger, “And even though I was very drunk, I still remember every good feature off you and on you. But it doesn’t stop there, because all of this,” and she motions for his whole body, "Is combined with this raw passionate, secretly cari …”

But before she can finish her sentence, Drake interrupts her. He mumbles under his breath, “For God’s sake,” takes her cheeks in hand, and crashes his lips into hers. He pulls back after only a few seconds and she just sheepishly blinks at him as a confident smirk appears on his face. “For someone who doesn’t like to talk, you talk an awful lot. But it’s good to know that there are actually effective ways to shut you up...”

“Oh is that right, Walker?” And she starts playing with her hair, teasingly averting her eyes, “Well if you are going to shut me up like that every time, I might have to keep up the talking. Actually. I don’t think I was done with my rain of compliments. Because I find you to be…”

His hands find her lower back as he now gently lowers his lips against hers to interrupt her once again, drawing her in for a long and slow kiss. His lips feel warm and soft against hers as he intends to savor every moment of this by taking his sweet time with her. But she murmurs, “strong, sexy grumpy…”

He growls against her lips, “Shut up, Herreld,” And he moves his attention towards her neck to tease her with a firm love bite in her neck, not even remotely thinking about her ending up with a mark.

“Nnng,” she moans, “You’ve got to try harder this time handsome,” and he sucks once again at her sensitive skin, “Nnng, this time the element of surprise is not on your side.”

“Don’t be so goddamn stubborn Herreld.” He groans as a confusing mixture of arousal and irritation runs through his body at her challenging him. She gets on her tiptoes and moves her lips to his ear, “What was that, mister?” She bites his earlobe, drawing a deep growl out of him, and while setting her nails into his neck, she purrs “Now, I was under the impression that you would be one who is always up for a long and hard challenge,” and she runs a cheeky hand over the forming budge in his pants. “Especially since it matches your personality... Or am I wrong about that… Walker?” Their eyes spit fire, as she decides to take it up one more nudge. She lets her finger drift along his jawline, “Because If you think that you can’t handle this, now it’s the time to walk away.”

Drake’s eyes turn dark as he gets a clear reminder from two nights ago of how good her forwardness and her telling that she wants him actually felt. His breathing enhances and he closes his eyes for a second in a desperate last attempt to think this through. But she fogged his mind. With her smell, warmth, body, words, and those incredible lips of hers. Fuck. This girl is going to be the death of me.

He opens his eyes and possessively pulls her close at her hips to make sure that she feels what the hell she does with his body. He lowers his mouth to her ear and whispers in a low husky voice, “Very careful now, Sexy, because you might actually be the one who is not able to handle it when my wrath comes down. So I suggest considering toning down a bit.” She meets his eyes with no intention of backing down and grabs his arousal through his pants, “Fucking make me, Walker.”

A deep moan escapes his mouth as soon as she starts caressing him through his pants, “Fuuuck,” And while his lips find her again in a hungry wet kiss, he rips his own shirt off her, making the buttons fly around, “Yeah, we don’t need this fucking distraction blocker anymore…” And he throws it away without thinking twice. She smirks against his lips as also her leather jacket goes flying over the beach, a second later followed by her tank top. She shivers with a smile at the cold breeze against her bare skin, “So your tactic shifted to actual freezing me to death, Walker?”

He growls low and dangerously as he drifts his finger over the goosebumps on her skin, “Ohhh, I wouldn’t worry about that Herreld! Because after I’m done with you,” and his eyes snap up to meet hers with such an animalistic intensity that it almost knocks her off her feet, “You will actually be begging for some ice…” And he licks her lips, “And for round two!”

And that’s it. She can’t breathe as that raw cocky attitude from two days ago makes his entry again. Because what a treat this man in his primal state is! She swallows as he smirks knowing that he got her where he wants. At his very mercy. And in one tug he takes off his own shirt and lets his body crash into hers. He picks her up at her thighs, her legs closing around his hips as he moves over the beach into the dark while nipping and sucking at her neck. He raises her a bit and his mouth moves down to kiss her now exposed chest.

Riley has no clue why he’s walking, or what the hell is happening for that matter. She finds herself intoxicated and completely overwhelmed. After a long day of tension, worrying, uncertainty… it feels good to just be in his arms. To enjoy his hands and mouth on her and the taste of him. To enjoy this delicious man and it drains her head with such ease it’s almost scary.

And all of a sudden she gasps as the cold stone of the cliff touches her skin, activating every sense in her body. He locks her between the cold wet stones and a deep moan escapes her throat as he grinds his hard arousal against her. “Fuck, Drake…”

“Now, that’s what I like to hear come out of your mouth. Good girl. More!” And he tugs her head to the right as he crashes his lips onto her neck. He bites hard before, sucking and nibbling like there is no tomorrow. She sets her nails into his broad shoulders and she’s pretty sure that’s she’s drawing blood right now. Still safely locked between the cold stone and his hard body, he slips his hand under her bra to squeeze her nipple, making her mind completely blank. And once again, without him even touching her at the place she wants him the most, she finds herself almost exploding. This man is going to be the death of me. Holy Fuck.

“Yeeeeshhh, Oh God. Drake! More, please.” A cocky smirk appears on his face at her now ongoing moaning and his name rolling over her lips like that.

She starts with tugging on his belt, “Ahhh, I can't wait to unwrap this treat,” but before she even manages to unbuckle him they hear voices coming from the top of the cliff and it draws them both back to reality.

Drake groans in frustration as both of them try to get their breathing under control, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” and his lips find hers in a brief heated kiss, “I was not done with you," And Riley can only groan in understanding since she’s absolutely not able to find words in her clouded head. He takes her in his arms once again, placing small kisses all over her neckline and bare shoulder as she clenches against him not ready to let go. Not ready to face reality. And after stepping into the warmth of the fire he sets her carefully back on her feet. With her eyes still closed she rests her forehead and hands onto his chest, and she feels how his heart goes full-on crazy. He stares down at her, amazed by how she manages to trigger that confidence in him. And he takes her cheeks into his hands and leads her attention up, "Herreld,” He whispers, “Open your eyes!"

She leans into his touch, lays her own hands on his, and opens her eyes. Her heart skips a beat at the determination and passion flaming in his.

"Listen to me," he whispers fiercely, "I can't promise to fix this. But I can promise to do everything in my power and more to help you and to be there for you. If that means keeping my fists to myself, fine. If it means the opposite, also fine.”

“But believe me when I say, princess,” His eyes darken even more and his voice turns into a dangerous growl, “Believe me that no one, absolutely fucking no one is ever laying a hand on you again, without ending up at least on the brink of death. And that's only because I'll not be able to protect you from prison.”

He lowers his lips on hers and whispers against them, “No one is ever going to hurt you anymore. I will die before I will let that happen… " and their eyes meet again with an intensity that makes her knees so, so weak, “Riley."

Completely stunned she stares at the man in front of her. The way he speaks her name for the first time hits her like a brick. And hell, he means it! She feels it in every fiber of her body. But why? And how? Because she already has a hard time believing that Liam is willing to help her after knowing her for 24-hours, but this promise goes way beyond that. Her mind runs in circles in search of the right words to express herself, and she stumbles, “I… You, but…”

"Herreld, it's fine.” Drake grins with a mischief twinkle in his eyes, “Sometimes silence says enough." And his lips meet hers again for a passionate kiss before she can even think about booping him. Because let's be honest. She was going to do that.

He breaks away softly and she smiles, “Thank you, Drake. For looking out for me. And I hope that I will be able to get the chance to show you my gratitude soon since those words are absolutely doing far from justice for what I exactly meant. But for now," and a deep dissapointed sigh escapes mouth, "I think we really should be getting dressed. I don't want to end up with Maxwell in a dance battle for your heart, because that's what's going to happen if he sees us like this. And let’s be honest. There is no way in hell for me to win that one."

He groans, "Leave it to you to ruin a perfect start of a sentence into a nightmare," and he picks up his shirt from the beach.

She puts on tanktop before picking up her leather jacket, "Talking about nightmares," and she pouts the moment he puts his shirt back on. She takes his jeans shirt from the ground and hands it over to him. He holds it up to see that there are barely buttons left and throws it in the fire. “There is no way to explain that to Maxwell so destroying the evidence it is.”

“If that means staring at you in your white and tight shirt all night. No complaints here.”

He snorts and silence falls between them as they realize that reality comes closer and closer. This also means facing Liam and keeping up appearances against Maxwell.

Drake sets a step closer and holds her at the hips, “We haven’t really talked about it yet, but I do have to tell Liam something about what just happened here.”

She nods, “I figured. And thank God for that right. No more secrets! But you want me to join you? Or…?”

“Nah. It’s my best friend's duty. It's going to be fine, ok? Let's just enjoy tonight and hope for the best with Bastien."

"Yeah," she averts her eyes, "Just know, even though I might be captain obvious right now, that I would rather switch it up..."

Drake smiles gently. "Aren’t you jumping to conclusions, Drake? For all, you know..."

And he shuts her up with a kiss, "Still talking way too much Herreld."

"Only so that you can shut me up!" She smiles sadly as both of them take a big step back. Their gazes hold until the very last moment as Maxwell's voice makes them both turn towards the path down.

"Believe me, Liam, you can trust us Beaumont’s to end the social season with a bang!”

Liam chuckles, “Well as long as that bang is metaphorical and no one gets hurt, do your worst Maxwell!” He moves his gaze between the two red faces and sighs. He knew that the sight of them was going to hurt, but this much?

Maxwell turns to Drake with a broad smile, "Well, ready for our double date? Honey?" And he winks.

Riley smiles and slings her arm over his shoulder as she whispers, "Actually Maxwell, I have a question about what I just heard. Does it really have to be metaphorical?”

"Well actually..." and he giggles excitedly, "I was thinking..." And before walking up, Riley meets Drake's eye over her shoulder and she smiles softly, and he matches hers with ease.

"I will give Bastien a heads up about possible recreational explosives during the season."Liam sighs deeply, "But I've taken you made optimal use of your free pass tonight?" He glances over Drake as he finds a sort of confidence he has never seen in his eyes. And where his best friend usually would have reacted in an apologetic rampage, he now just nods confidently and says, “We've talked and after it just happened. The kissing, dirty talk and a few firm steps beyond it.”

“Right. Thank you for sharing.” Liam has a hard time staying static because he very well realizes that those things do not ‘just happen.’ Especially since she rejected him a few times already, but chooses to kiss Drake immediately when she has the chance. It hurts, but he knew what he was getting himself into when he gave them the free pass.

“So the good thing is that I might have an idea to help her. I have two old buds in America who I can give..."

Liam’s face suddenly turns deadly serious, "Do not finish that sentence, Drake. Even though I trust Bastien, we still have to make sure that some things do not reach my ears. So I suggest that you just do whatever you need to do without consulting me because we do not know how deep it runs and if I know I need to report it. Understood?"

Drake nods, "Understood."

Liam slings an arm around Drake, "Bastien will meet us in The wiggling Tail in about an hour and a half, so we better get moving."

And Drake groans, "I'm soooooo ready for FINALLY some burgers and whiskey."

And they follow Maxwell and Riley until they fucking FINALLY arrive at the Wiggling tail for their 'Burger double date'.

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sillydg · 3 years ago

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Helloooooo everyone!!

Just reblogging this series to let you guys know I'm still working on this!! Work has been crazy!! I'm soooo sorry!!

Masterlist. A walker knows, when a Walker knows

A Walker knows, when a Walker knows! (Drake X FMC Riley)

Series summary 'A Walker knows, when a Walker knows’: Drake meets Riley. But not in the usual kind of way. Fate interferes when Riley’s supposed to be working on that big Bachelor night. She gets drawn to Cordonia in another way. But what happens when a Workaholic, and a Walker come together? Will they provide a Christmas miracle and get over their own love skepticism? Or can we turn on ‘Love actually’ after this series to make us feel good again?

Only one way to find out.

Just a fluffy Christmas series. (Last updated 03-19-2022)

Part one. Faith happens.

Part two. Bartie’s choice.

Part three. When Riley finally met Drake.

Part four. Pushing buttons.

Part five. Spilled secrets in the snow.

Part six. Captain Walker.

Part seven. Let me take you home.

Part eight. Car trouble.

Part nine. Italian night. Part one. (Coming soon)

Part nine. Italian night. Part two.

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Episode four: Fairytales are for kids.

Series Silent Waters (Liam X FMC (Amy) )

Book: Rewrite of the Royal Romance book 1 POV Liam

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Liam X FMC (Amy)

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A/N: Absolutely loving co-writing this with you @kachrisberry. A/N: Most characters and a few lines belong to Pixelberry. A/N: Chapters will be released irregular! A/N: Thank you for your interest :D! A/N: Please let us know if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

Series: Silent waters: Find out how deep Liam’s mind runs in this first person rewrite of book 1.

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Episode four: All fairy tales come to an end… Some sooner than expected. Warnings: Swearing, light smut.

Fairytales are for kids.

We stumble into the elevator with our lips locked passionately. I slide my hands under her thighs, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I press her against the wall, while she teasingly rubs against me.

"Which floor?" I murmur quickly as I feel my last sense of responsibility fade with every grind of her hips against mine. I leave her lips to place a trail of hot kisses on her neck. She chuckles, her nails scraping the back of my neck, and it's clear that she enjoys every small moan she draws out of me with every smooth movement of her hips. "I'm pretty sure you already got the right floor..."

"Mmh?" I murmur distracted, enjoying her smell and taste.

She takes my chin in hand and tips my head up to demand full attention, "You, my sexy prince, are pressing my ass against the button board."

I smirk as my hands slide over her body, squeezing her bottom in approval. "And what a fine ass it is! But just to be sure, M'lady..." I press myself harder against her, locking her completely between my body and the wall, before moving against her.

She gasps and our mouths meet in an open kiss. I keep shifting my hips until her small whimpers turn into moans. What a heavenly sound.

The doors of the elevator finally close, and she wastes no time. Her nails scrape the sensitive skin above my pants before lifting my shirt above my head, leaving me completely bare-chested.

"Fuck," she murmurs. Her fingertips eagerly explore my bare chest, causing sensations throughout my whole body, causing things to get painfully hard into my pants. She completely clouds my mind, and all that matters is our little world.

My hands slide up under her shirt, finding my way into her bra, cupping her breast gently. She whimpers, and I can feel her hand slide down to tug on the button of my pants. It caves quickly, and her hand finds its way eagerly into my underwear. I buck my hips forward at first contact, my breath turning heavy as she keeps caressing me. "Nngh. Amy... First, I want to take care of you a few times." I underline my words with a tease of her nipple between my two fingers.

She hides her face in my neck, her hand leaving my pants. "A few times ha... Then we better check the floor we are on, nnngh Liam!"

I glance up, "Two... We're on... two."

"One more," she whispers while setting her fingers on the hem of her shirt, but I stop her from pulling it over her head. I wouldn't care if someone would see me half-naked, but I can't let her be exposed like that in public, not knowing if there are cameras in the elevator, or if someone might snap a picture. "Wait," I breathe, "I want to enjoy every second of that inside." Her smile meets my lips, murmuring in between kisses, "Whatever pleases you, your majesty."

I groan, her words setting fire to my core, "Fuck Amy..." I can feel her smile, and now her hand rubs over the thin fabric of my underwear, "Better check the floor, my prince."

"Nnhg..." I open my eyes with a lot of effort, glancing up once more, "We're here..." Thank God. I turn around with her still wrapped around me, heading for the exit while I pick up my shirt.

We stumble out of the elevator. "Thank God," she mumbles against my lips, her hands drifting over my chest, "I can't wait to feel all of you." She presses herself against me to strengthen her words.

"Fuck," and my lips find my way down her neck, "I can't wait to savor every part of you. What," I pant, "number?"

"Thirty-four," she breaths, "here are the keys."

I accept them, but I notice the door already being open when I want to press her against it. "Eh, Amy?" The fog in my head is all of a sudden cleared and I find myself in the highest state of alert. "Is your door supposed to be open?"

Her brows furrow, glancing over her shoulder and she shakes her head, "No, my roommate is out tonight."

I immediately set her back onto her feet, motioning her to stay behind me. I glance between the small crack of the door, spotting some soft light shining. I slowly open the door open, tentatively taking a step inside. I can feel her hands on my back as she slowly follows me in. I rather wouldn't have her following me, but if she stays behind alone in the hallway and someone comes back, it might be better to just keep her close where I can protect her.

I take another step, glancing briefly over my shoulder to check up on her, before looking around. The soft light spread by a lamp in the corner gives a little bit of sight, when suddenly a figure appears from the kitchen. I lunge at him without hesitation, and within the minute I have him locked onto the ground with his arm at a dangerous angle on his back. Amy quickly turns on all the lightning in the room.

"Well, I'm proud to see that all our defense training is paying off, sir."

I look down, and crash back into reality, "Bastien?"

Amy lets out a relieved breath, "Thank God! You know this man?"

I nod, quickly getting back on my feet, offer Bastien my hand, and pull him up, "Yes, Amy, this is Bastien. He's the head of the royal guard, " I frown at him, "who's supposed to be back in Cordonia."

Bastien straightens his suit, "We both know, that you know better than that Liam. I gave you as much privacy and freedom as I could, but I have direct orders to take you back to Cordonia."

"Why? Is there something wrong? Are the King and Queen in good health?" I can feel my heart instantly racing, thankful for Amy who seems to notice as she slides an arm around my waste. I instinctively wrap my arm around her, pulling her close against my still bare chest.

"Yes, they are. Nothing is wrong, there only has been a shift in tomorrow's schedule due to some last-minute additions to the social season, one our Queen decided on a long time ago, but did not share with me.

Dinner with your parents becomes breakfast, breakfast with the ladies becomes brunch, and...” He takes a deep breath, pinching his nose, “You’ll be expected for a private dinner with a last-minute surprise addition to the social season.”

“Oh, no,” I mumble, hoping that my gut feeling is wrong for the first time in my life, “and I suppose that the Queen has ordered to keep it a secret until that particular dinner?”

“You are correct,” Bastien laughs, which is a rare sight, “I think she might be scared that you decide to stay here in New York if you know.” He seems to realize what he’s doing, composing himself with a cough, “I think that says enough.”

“It does,” and I feel my heart sink as I look to Amy who’s taking it all in, giving us every space we need. God, she’s amazing. I joke in an attempt to lighten the mood, “Do you have by any chance a room for a stray prince?”

She gently smiles at me, “We have a very strict, ‘no royalty allowed’ clausula in our lease, unfortunately.”

“Mmh,” I nod, “unfortunate indeed.” We share a smile, trying to savor every second of her in my arms, of her warm soft hands on my skin while I’m still able to. I turn back to Bastien, “But I got to ask, how did you find us? Because I’m sure that you haven’t been tailing us tonight.”

"No, I haven’t. But I had to keep my eye on your brother once sir, remember? Oh, before I forget!” He takes a pair of shoes from behind a chair, "I believe these are yours miss Amy?" She looks at them in uttermost surprise, "You found my shoes?"

"Just stumbled upon them. Your friend was so kind to give me your address." He turns back to me, "Now, I'm truly sorry that I had to break your evening Liam, but these are the King's orders."

My heart drops, the look on Bastien's face tells me that he already has stalled much more than he should. "I will be downstairs, the limo with Tariq is already waiting, and our plane leaves in thirty minutes. Drake and Maxwell had to excuse themselves since they have some unfinished business and will travel back tomorrow. I'll leave you two to it." He politely nods, "Miss Amy. It was nice to meet you."

She gives Bastien a cheeky wink, "I wish I could say likewise, but since you're taking this gorgeous man out of my hand way too soon..."

"I understand, and I'm sorry for that," and with that Bastien disappears into the hallway.

I pull her close to my chest, my nose disappearing in her hair to memorize how amazing she smells and feels as reality hits hard. A little voice in the back of my head says that it might be for the best that I didn't have the chance to get a real taste of this woman. She already gave me a sample of what freedom tastes like, of how it feels to be just Liam. Just Liam. The one free of obligations, free of constantly having to be calculating, and free of expectations. She has made me feel like no one ever has done before. I got lost in her, something that I never let happen before.

"Hey," she whispers, and her hands on my neck draw me away from my thoughts, "You know it's fine right?"

I gaze into her captivating eyes, taken aback at the sincerity I can see in them. I'm unable to find the right words to describe how it feels to have to let go of her, of how she makes me feel. So, I lean forward, pressing my lips softly against hers, and pull her in for a slow, passionate kiss, radiating everything I want to say in it.

I gently stroke her cheek as the other finds its place under her shirt at the small of her back. The taste of her, the feeling of her tongue slowly playing with mine, how she smells, all of her is so intoxicating. I don't want to let her go. Her arms clenched around my waist tell me that she doesn't want to let go either. I pull back with a heavy heart, my forehead leaning against hers, and when I see she still has her eyes closed as I carefully glance at her.

"Liam..." she whispers, and the way she whispers my name instantly sets my heart aflame, but also shatters it into a million pieces at the same time. I gently wipe a tear from the corner of her eye, and I can feel them burn behind mine as well. She slowly opens her eyes, and I find myself drifting off again.

"You should go," she whispers with a noticeable crackle in her voice, "we both knew it was just for one night, right?"

"I know, I know," I whisper, brushing my nose gently against hers, "But I like our little reality here and now so much better than the reality outside of this door."”

"Mmh, believe me,” she drifts her finger down over my chest, leaving goosebumps wherever it goes. "I would love a good taste of this reality. But unfortunately," she gently sets a finger under my chin, guiding my eyes to meet hers, "fairytales are only for kids, Liam."

I can feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, only confirming her painful words. I take a second to breathe, but the whole situation triggers something inside of me. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with anger, powerlessness, and grief of the life I wished for, for so long, but never could have.

All the emotions I felt after my brother abducted the throne come back to me, all of what I thought was far behind me and I find myself reluctantly taking a step back, shifting back into what I've learned. I turn as cold as ice, as I manage to suppress everything. Everything, meaning, also everything good. I turn away from her, take my shirt off the ground, put it on, and close my pants again, "You're right, Amy. You're absolutely right."

I turn back at her to find her looking in worry at me, and I can feel her eyes see through my facade with ease. "Liam," she asks while eyeing me carefully. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I politely nod, trying to ignore the look in her eyes that tells me that she knows it's utter bullshit, "and I'm truly sorry about tonight. I should never let it come this far."

"As I said, it's fine, we both knew where we were getting ourselves into," she steps towards me as I step backward, "What are you doing, Liam?"

I push the words over my lips, "The right thing. Thank you, Amy. I wish you the very best, you deserve it." I swallow back tears, Amy nods in understanding with the most beautiful smile on her face, even though I'm a complete asshole right now.

"I hope you manage to find everything that your heart desires, Liam..."

That's you.

It's hard to keep a stern attitude, the thought running freely through my head and there is no way of suppressing it. "Thank you," but where I try to be clear and unaffected, the words leave my mouth as a sad whisper.

Silence falls and I know that the time has come to say goodbye. I walk over to the door, lingering there as Amy joins me. She gets on her tiptoes, kissing me on the cheek, "Good night, Liam."

"Good night," my beautiful Angel. I swallow as those words should never leave my mouth, “Amy." She gives me a gentle smile that makes my heart skip a beat and slowly closes the door until it's shut completely.

My heart drops as I walk to the elevator.

What are you doing?

My feet stop.

Is this how you want to say goodbye?

I take a deep breath.

It’s how I should say goodbye.

A tear escapes, running down my cheek. I wipe it away, staring at my wet finger. It’s the very first tear I let escape since my brother adducted the throne, since my heart stopped beating, feelings turned numbed, and hope shattered.

I can’t… I need… Just one more second.

I stride back to her door, and right at the moment I want to knock on the door, it flies open. "Oh, thank God," she breaths, and I pull her close, my lips crashing on hers for a deep passionate kiss. I slowly pull back after a few breathless minutes, whispering against her lips, "Thank you for everything, Amy. This has been by far the best night I've had in my life."

"You deserve to put yourself first sometimes, Liam. You deserve someone watching your back... Take care of yourself, when you forget. I hope you find happiness, true love like you deserve instead of marriage by duty.”

And once again she manages to fulfill my heart with hope. With the need of sweeping her off her feet and carrying her back to Cordonia myself but breaking it at the same time knowing that fairy tales indeed are for kids. I kiss her once more, leaving us both panting when I gently pull back. I slowly step back, our entwined fingers clenching, desperately holding onto each other for as long as still possible, knowing that this will be a true goodbye.

“Goodbye Liam," She whispers with a hopeful, beautiful smile, and it sets me at ease, even during this devastating situation.

"Goodbye Amy," I whisper back. Her fingers slip out of mine, slowly walking backward until her door closes once more.

I stop, stare at it for not sure how long, trying to savor every second I have left of being the Liam she allowed me to be. The one with hopes, dreams, the one who ever dared to think there was a chance to find through love. My phone starts buzzing once again, and I slam back to reality.

I turn, and I feel the numbness return with every step. I set foot into the elevator, press the button, and take a deep breath. I straighten my back, snap out of it, and the moment the door closes in front of me, I’m back to being prince Liam, on my way to the cold harsh reality of duty, expectations, and self-sacrifice.

Thank you so much for ending up here!

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