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Business (Part two) - Din Djarin

Summary: Din Djarin respects wamen okay? You really probably need to read part one to understand what's going on here as for once I do have a bit plot that sets this up - this part contains smut 18+ only please!!

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How was it even possible for your brain to process so much in just a second? The gentle surprise on his face only made his lips appear fuller as you took in the site of them first - naturally drawn, but you wouldn't think about that until later. His hair was dark as you'd already deduced from the earlier peak at his arm, his features were angled and strong; all except for his nose and those eyes.

Maker, those eyes.

As much as you begged to tear your gaze away, stop your memory's instinctual assault on his features - you couldn't for those kriffing eyes. They pulled you in, held you there until you were drowning in guilt, and apology, and - longing.

You head goes to snap away at the thought of that; you couldn't, you couldn't want him - it would be far too complicated. You had a good thing going between you and no boundaries had ever been crossed; which was partly the reason you both felt at so ease around each other. There were no grey areas, no 'If's', no questions - you were just friends, partners.

The movement of your head is stopped quickly by two large digits, before you'd even managed to half avert your gaze. His fingers hold your jaw still, forward, fixed on him; until he moves them to smooth a tendril of loose hair that's hung In front of your ear, to tuck it neatly back into place.

Your heart, that had began to sing involuntarily at the gestures, soon sunk as he spoke.

"Madar's watching us." He explains "Don't look away like that, you'll blow our cover."

His hand falls away from you now, satisfied you understood the predicament you were both in. You can't help but notice the harsh exhales of breath that leave him, the white shirt he sports threatens to burst open at the chest under his heaves.

"I'm sorry." You finally breathe.

"It's okay."

Was it? Din wasn't sure - not now. He'd told himself that by telling you, reassuring, that you could look at him only moments ago that this was happening like it should - on his terms. Not wrong, just new. As he allows himself to think about it he realises it wasn't happening on his terms, not really - this was an accident. You'd said no, and clearly were feeling very guilty about the whole thing judging by the terrified look in your eyes. He hates that. The crispness of that look under his naked gaze, not hidden behind the visor, but right in front of him; it made his stomach lurch. He never wanted you to look at him that way, never.

"It's alright." He tries to soothe again "I promise, it's alright."

His hand reaches for you, wants to comfort you but he isn't sure where to touch, isn't sure where is okay - in spite of the fact that he'd been nonchalantly feeling the contours of your body all night in an effort to appear 'natural' to your target. It was different now, your guards were down, and he was starting to seep out of the character he'd been playing.

One hand finds its way to the seat of your waist, gentle palm resting against its handle. The other echoes his earlier sentiment at the opposite side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

He sees the cogs turning in your head as you watch him, breath bated.

"Is he still watching us?" You ask

"Yes." Din answers, focusing his peripherals to take in the sight of Lon Madar lazing casually against his vehicle in the far background.

"Maker, then just grab my ass or something? Give him something to chirp about, he'll soon lose interest."

"What? I can-" he protests

"Yes you can." You offer, assuming your roll and moving to play with the buttons against his chest "I just gave you permission. Let the jackass have something to chew on in his tiny little pig brain so he'll be on his way - and we can go."

Din glances up as unassumingly as he can. You're right - again, you're always right. Madar is staring at the two of you expectantly, smuggish grin on his lips, like he's waiting for the entertainment to start.

The hand at your waist moves to cup the flesh of one of your cheeks, he barely squeezes, clearly not wanting to take anything too far.

It's a half assed grab - no pun intended.

You lean into him naturally, rolling your eyes at the gentleness of his touch. It's truly the most polite and gentlemanly ass grab you've ever experienced; something in the back of your mind heralds 'Really, Din - is that the best you can do?'

You hear the dirty chuckle of the crook in the distance and hope that this means you'll now be able to make an exit; your eyes stay fixed on the buttons at Din's chest, you wouldn't look at him again - you couldn't.

"Oh, and you can bring your little wife-" Madar shouts across the street "-to our meeting. We'll all need something to look at, after all... Perhaps even work out a deal to lower the price, if you understand me, friend?"

Din understood. Din understood him perfectly, and he didn't like either the notion that you were just his 'little wife' (whether it was an act or not) nor the obvious implication of his indecent proposal.

It makes him wild with protective rage.

Dins hand hurtles you defensively to his chest, palm splayed out against your back. Thankfully the lack of beskar meant that all you came into contact with was the warm flesh of him concealed under a thin shirt, no damaging cold plates of armour.

You only really process what the slug across the street has said to him as your cheek presses flush against his pec, and by then you're already fully enveloped in the warmth and comfort of his hold that it's all too easy to not want to retaliate.

Din, though, has other ideas.

You feel his body stiffen at each joint, his chest blazes, and he leans slightly into you as though he wants to step forward. You push back against him with your hands at his ribcage, and he falls back into a solid state of mind, remembering where he is and why.

He turns his head slightly, guides your temple to his lips and places a soft kiss before removing his hands and beckoning your body to start walking away, silently.

You're almost concerned that if your body is not blocking Din, he might go for the man, ruin the whole game and the entire night you'd both spent toiling through this ridiculous plan. He has the light of anger at the disrespect towards you still blazing in his eyes. So as your body moves you catch his hand in yours to ensure he'll move with you.

-And he does, tightening his grip as he turns to the side to follow your call.

He gives one last nod to Lon Madar, who's still watching from afar.

"I don't share." His voice is low, dripping, commanding.

The crook gurgles another shrill chuckle,

"I can see why." The man's eyes linger on you "Until next time Dirru - we'll talk soon."

Dins hand didn't leave yours for a moment on the walk back to the crest; neither of you questioned it. You thought about saying something, telling him he can let go, but your mouth clamped shut involuntarily everytime the urge struck.

He felt safe; and even though you could handle yourself just fine, could fight, and topple a man of your size to the ground if you tried hard enough - sometimes it was nice not to feel like you had to be the one to do that. Sometimes it was just nice to still feel protected, even when you didn't need protecting.

Your touch finally breaks as he gestures for you to head up the ramp to the ship before him. You had still been avoiding his gaze since the accidental moment of complete and utter intoxication you'd experienced.

You were worried he'd felt it too, seen the way your brows creased in astonishment as your eyes melted against his features. Would he say something? Would you talk about this? This whole night had been, well - a moment. You weren't sure you wanted anything to change, the silent question now hanging in the air causing your stomach to churn and butterfly with nerves.

Permanence was such a funny thing in this world of corruption, thieves and death. Especially for the life of a bounty hunter, and the fact that you and Din had each other platonically and as business partners was one thing that couldn't be said for many in the galaxy. So to suddenly admit a feeling, a feeling that would change the dynamic of your relationship and unlock an entire new plethora of holes for one of you to fall down?

It scared the Bantha shit out of you.

You try to distract yourself, force the mood to lighten.

"That has to be the absolute, worst, ass grab I've ever received by the way."

"Hey-" His voice is defensive 'I was trying to be-"

Respectful? You finish in your mind,

"I know." You say casually "You always are."

A thick silence hangs, the kind you'd been afraid of - the kind invited thought and question. Quickly you move to the fresher to busy yourself by removing your earrings; removing yourself, or so you thought, from any warpath of Din's.

Your mind wanders as you tug at the metal on your earlobes, trying to pinpoint any moment of the night that you can mention that won't allude to the obvious tension. You could have talked about anything; the original plan, what a pig Madar was, how Din had managed to get a meeting in spite of all of it - but what left your mouth was,

"Cyar'ika" you say softly, placing one earring on the rim of the sink as you move to play with the other "Is it Mando'a? What does it mean?"

"It means- It means, Sweetheart." The octave of his voice is light and airy, almost as if a hum, an affectionate rhyme on his tongue. "Or, Darling."

Your breath hitches as you absentmindedly look into the fresher mirror as you pull out the second piece of jewellery - only to see those eyes piercing you from behind in its reflection.

Maker, you were lost again.

No wonder he kept that kriffing helmet on all the time - the line of people he'd end up having follow him where he went after just one look at those brown pools either side of his nose, would surely get in the way of bounties. It was absolutely impossible not to be enthralled by them, like some sort of spell cast by the shadow of his soul, through those orbs.

"If you keep looking at me like that Djarin, I'm gonna lose it." Your voice leaves as only a whisper, shocking even you in its lustful intensity.

He squints at you for a moment - assessing, before he starts to stalk towards you. You can see him clearly in the reflection of the mirror, but even still the broad presence of his body behind you tingles in the darkest corners of your mind.

His eyes don't move from their fixed position on yours, via the reflective glass in front of you both.

He licks his lips to speak,

"Then lose it."

In the startling wake of that confession, nothing else makes sense in your mind but to turn and kiss him, pulling him in with a hook of your fingers into the gap between his shirt buttons.

He moans into your mouth as you connect, a mess of breath and hands, as you find your rhythm with each other.

You tug at his dark mop of curls and his hands hoist you up and onto the rim of the sink, moving in-between your thighs as he grabs at the flesh of your ass. This time firm, purposeful, pulling your hips flush against his as he palms the soft flesh.

You whimper at the friction as the hard length of him strains beneath the thin fabric of his dress pants.

"How was that one - smart mouth?" He asks breaking away from your kiss momentarily.

You laugh at him breathlessly, your hands at either side of his face pull his forehead flush against yours.

"Hmm, I don't know..." You brush your nose against his "You wanna have another go just to make sure?"

Without a word the Mandalorian's hands come to rest at the seat of you, hoisting you quickly off the rim of the sink and over his shoulder. Your ass still rests under the heat of his palm at his shoulder as he carries you out of the fresher, fireman style.

He carefully throws you from his shoulder and onto the mattress of your bunk, your airy giggles sounding out into the hollow space of the cargo bay . He takes in the sight of you still wrapped in your dress, as you nervously look back up at him.

"Not that I don't enjoy the sight of you covered in grease and rags just as much-" kiss "-but" kiss "if you wanted to wear things like this more often, I certainly wouldn't stop you." kiss "It was killing me watching you walk around that room." kiss "not being on your arm-" kiss "to show you off".

"I thought you didn't share?"

"I don't." He growls, moving his lips to your neck.

Your spine arches as his hands work up from your rear, lifting you to access the fastening at the back. He undoes it easily and helps the straps fall from your shoulders.

"Is this okay?"

"If you stop now, I swear to the Maker-"

It was sweet that he'd asked, but you were already past the point of no return - way past it. The line had been crossed the second you'd accidentally looked at his face, allowing yourself to remember his features and markings; allowing yourself to know a part of him that no one else in the galaxy would...Bar Grogu, or some mudscuffer called Mayfield.

Yet the roles seem reversed again as Din watches your face contort under him, writhing from the thrusts of his length in and out of your heat. You're not the one watching him, or trying to breathe him in; too lost in the fullness he creates inside of you. He's entranced, wants to commit every simple twitch of your features to memory, just as it looks without the separating view of his visor.

"Fuck, you feel so good Cyar'ika." He grunts as you lift your head from where it had been thrown back against the mattress. "So fucking good - is this, fuck, is this okay?"

"So fucking good, Din - please, don't stop."

He grunts at that, adjusting his grip on your body to hammer into you mercilessly. His palms are wrapped at the base of your neck; using them as anchors to pull your body deeper against him at each piston of his hips. You grasp helplessly at the swear slickened skin on his chest, feeling his muscles tense as he moves.

You finally find some traction at his shoulders, gripping hard against his shoulder blades. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes burning into you - those eyes - as he continues to fuck you like it's the only night he'll ever have with you.

As you lay there in the aftershocks of his effect on your body, a thought suddenly enters your hazy mind.

What if it is?

What if this is the only night he'll have with you?

Would you have to return to the uncomplicated way things were? Have to force yourselves to be friends in wake of the shameful act of you having seen his face? What if you never saw it again? The thought of it flipped your stomach.

Maker, this new feeling, it was… it was tricky business.

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Oblivius Chapter 5

I have so many feelings about these two, Spills & Francis may be two idiot babies but they're my idiot babies and I LOVE them. Lots of yearning in this chapter, and maybe a different side to Claudia.👀

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, mentions of alcohol / being drunk (Please let me know if I forget anything)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 4 Playlist

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Age 18:

His truck was full.

He was driving, you were shotgun - like always - and there were three more friends in the back. The trunk held boogie boards and towels, sunscreen and a cooler full of food and drinks.

You got there early enough that you found a good spot and within half an hour you were completely set up. There were three big beach blankets spread out with two big umbrellas to hide under when the sun got too hot.

“Spills, can you get my back?” He was handing you the sunscreen as he pulled his shirt up.

You were momentarily taken aback, you’d known him for so long, this wasn’t your first beach trip but he looked… good.

You spent a little longer than you should have making sure every inch of the golden skin of his back and shoulders was covered in sunscreen. Making sure to dip your hands just under the band of his swim trunks. When he turned he had a big smile and you had to ignore the way your stomach flipped.

Get a grip, it’s just Francis.

You couldn’t get a grip though, not with the way butterflies swarmed in your stomach whenever you paid attention to him. His hair was growing out a bit, curling slightly at the edges. You’d never thought about him this way and you had to keep reminding yourself to look away.

Later on in the day when you were in the water you played the same games you’d played since you were kids and when you jumped on his back he didn’t push you away; his skin warm from the sun. Instead he let you wrap your legs around him and everything felt right.

“You okay back there?” He laughed as he held onto the back of your knees.

“Peachy.” You smiled as you held on.

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**Present Day**

“Hola Mijo, you better go in there and calm her down.” His mom greeted him at the door when he walked in, her eyebrows raised at him.

“Hola mami, what happened?” He kissed her on the cheek like he always did before making his way further into the house. She couldn’t say - just that Claudia was upset. He was walking towards her, but his mind was still back with Spills. He could still smell her hair as he made his way into the den.

It’s the same shampoo, she still uses the same shampoo. Focus Francisco.

Claudia was almost shouting into her cellphone.

“Well I need it here sooner than that. My wedding is in three weeks and I need everything to be perfect - so I don’t give a shit what you have to do to get my dress here in time but you better find a way to do it!” She was looking daggers at him and he let her finish the phone call before he spoke.

“What’s going on babe?” He put his hands on her arms and started trying to calm her but she shrugged out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong Francisco, is that I told you this would be difficult.” She wasn’t yelling but her tone was icy. “How am I supposed to get married without a wedding dress. Would have been fine if we were back home.”

Not this again.

“Claudia, I told you when we got engaged that I wanted to get married here and you agreed. I explained to you very clearly that I’ve been away from my home, my life, my family - my friends for years and I wanted to get married here. Now tell me what the problem is.” He wanted his feelings to be clear. He loved Claudia, he really did. She was sweet and beautiful and she treated him well. She could be a little spoiled though and if he didn’t put his foot down now, he’d never have a choice about anything ever again.

He would not live his life that way.

“Yes I know I agreed, and for the most part I’m okay with it. I know your whole life is here, but it would have been so easy to get married there.” She pouted and it didn’t invoke the feeling it should have. It didn’t spur him to try to please her, it annoyed him.

He momentarily thought about when Spills pouted up at him, it never annoyed him. He pushed the thought away.

“Maybe, but we’re not getting married there. We’re getting married here, now what can we do? Let's look for a solution.” He softened up at her a little bit, after all he wanted her to be happy.

She sighed loudly and put her arms around his neck, her voice got a little higher as she tried to appeal to him.

“Frankie, baby- I just want everything to be perfect.”

That doesn’t work on me.

“Let’s just try to have everything go smoothly. It’ll be our day regardless, right?” He put his hands on her waist to bring her close, trying to get her out of her head.

“How long do we have to stay here Francisco?” She leaned back to look up into his face and he sighed.

“We have to talk about that, after the wedding we’re going back to stay with your family for a little while but then we have to talk about where we’re going to live.” He held her, but she pulled away.

“I don’t want to live here after Francisco. I appreciate that you grew up here and everything and we can visit but I do not want to live here.” She crossed her arms petulantly, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. They’d spoken about this before and she had agreed to give it an honest try, but they’d been in town less than a week and already she was telling him she hated it.

“You can’t know that in three days babe.” He sat on the couch.

When they agreed to get married - he’d been scared of this, he’d been scared that she’d do this. He knew she loved him, and he loved her - as much as he could - but the look on her face when he’d put his foot down about spending this time at home should have told him everything.

She didn’t say anything, she sat with him and reluctantly agreed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss home. I’ll give it another shot.” She sounded genuine and he wanted to believe that. “How was your night with Spills? Is she feeling better?” She smiled at him, putting her hand on his thigh and he placed his over hers. A silent truce.

“She’s doing much better, we ate dinner and watched a movie.” He held her hand as he spoke and she smiled at him.

“I’m glad to hear that - hopefully she doesn’t get that drunk at the wedding.” She laughed lightly.

He knew she didn’t mean it in a nasty way, but he bristled at her words.

“She was just nervous about meeting all of you, and even if she did it would be fine. Everyone gets drunk at weddings.” He tried not to sound defensive but she raised her eyebrows at him. “I just don’t want you to think that she’s a mess. She’s like a-” He couldn’t say sister, he’s never thought of her as a sister. She was so much more. “She’s just really important to me.”

“I know babe. I didn’t mean it like that, she seems sweet.” She smiled at him. She was still trying to get back in his good graces, taking his defensiveness as residual anger. Thankfully.

“We should plan something for all of us to do together. It could give us more time to bond.” He thought about it momentarily then agreed, he knew exactly what to plan.

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There was something playing on the TV, you caught vague flashes - people talking but you weren’t taking anything in. Your sweatshirt smelled like Frankie and all you wanted was to cuddle up to him. He had been so sturdy beside you, so strong and comfortable.

What the fuck is a wedding emergency?

The mature - adult part of your brain said she was a nice person and if Frankie was with her it was for a reason. Obviously he was happy with her or he wouldn’t be marrying her. Frankie had never been the kind of person to settle.

The other part of your brain, the jealous possessive part told you she was a bitch. She was ruining the life you’d planned out with Frankie. If he’d never met her you’d be together now, laughing and planning the rest of your lives together. He’d be in your bed, or you’d be in his.

[Francis]: Hey Spills, we’re planning a get together for the wedding party - day after tomorrow - beach day. I’ll be there to pick you up at 7am.

It was like the universe was testing you. How many memories could he taint with Claudia?

[you]: sounds good, Claudia, you, me and who else in rustbucket?

[Francis]: Just you and I, and don’t call her that. Claudia’s family is coming so she’s going to ride to the beach with them. I’ll grab coffee on the way. =)

[you]: Hope you have a new tape in there, if I have to listen to queen I’ll jump out of the car

[Francis]: lol a ride is a ride Spills, see you then

[Francis]: was really nice hanging out with you today btw, goodnight

[you]: I had a great time with you - like always, thanks again for all the food, goodnight Francis!

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It was easy to ignore everything when you were getting work done, you had taken off a few days when you knew Francis would be home and you were taking advantage of it. The day before your beach trip was used to do all those little tasks you tended to put off.

Your laundry was done, the kitchen was clean, even the fridge had gotten a bit of elbow grease. Everything was ready and packed for the trip.

You tried not to think about the ride to the beach with Francis, you tried not to think back to your previous trips to the beach with him. Those memories were so precious and thinking about how your next memory would be with him, and his new in-laws was tearing you up inside.

Please let this go well, please don’t let me make a fool of myself.

You hoped someone was listening.

The anxiety didn’t let you sleep and you watched the clock crawl closer to morning; it seemed pointless to lay there.

Might as well get ready.

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He wasn’t nervous, but he wasn’t excited.

He made his way over to her house, stopping to grab coffee on the way. He thought about his conversation with Claudia, about the possibility of leaving this place. He really didn’t want to. He wanted to be close to his mom, he wanted to be close to his friends and his home.

I want to be close to Spills, I want to see her everyday.

He scolded himself, he was going to marry someone else. He kept trying to remind himself, but when he saw her walking towards his car it all went out the window.

God Spills, you’re killing me.

She put her beach bag and a small cooler in the backseat and got into his truck with a big smile, pushing all other thoughts out of his mind. He handed her the coffee he bought and she took it gratefully, brushing against his fingers, even now - she affected him so much.

Snap out of it Francisco, you aren’t a teenager anymore. This is your friend.

“Hazelnut?” She asked as she smelled the steam floating around her pretty face.

“Of course.” He pulled away from her place, making his way towards the highway. It would be an hour or so until they got to the beach.

“Open up.” The buttery bagel half she put into his mouth as he drove tasted better than he remembered.

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The drive was over much too soon.

If only it had lasted all day - catching him up on all the gossip he’d missed out on while away. Watching his excitement when he talked about flying, you could have listened to him talk forever.

“Finally!” Cheers rang out when the two of you arrived. The boys had set up a bunch of blankets and umbrellas and you suddenly remembered the state you’d been in the last time they saw you and you felt the blush creeping up.

Benny smiled big when he saw you, tapping the place beside him after you’d all said your hellos. You had no reason to deny him so you sat, setting up all your stuff within the space he made for you.

Blessedly, Claudia hadn’t arrived yet and you cherished this time without her, maybe it was mean - maybe it was selfish but you couldn't help it.

“Hey - Thanks for the other night, for getting me home and making sure I was okay.” Pope set up his stuff on the other side of you.

“No problem, glad to see you feeling better.” He was talking to you but you noticed him give Benny a curious look. Benny ignored it. You watched as Will and Frankie set up a volleyball net, you studied both men and there was no denying that Will was gorgeous; but your eyes were drawn to Frankie. You couldn’t help it, your eyes raked over him greedily.

He was so broad, stronger than he had been in his teen years and his belly had gotten a little softer with age but it suited him. He was gorgeous, he had always been gorgeous. He felt your eyes on him then and he smiled at you, walking over to you with the sunscreen in his hands like he always did. His smile faltered slightly when his gaze landed behind your place in the sand.

“Hey babe, how was the drive?” Claudia and her family had arrived and they were setting up just behind you.

Do you have some sort of alarm? How are you always ruining every single goddamn moment?

“It was hectic! Left a little later than I meant to but we survived.” She was breathless as she came to greet him. You busied yourself with something, anything in your bag to avoid watching them kiss. When you looked back she was squeezing sunscreen onto his back, rubbing the lotion much the same way you used to whenever you’d come to the beach together.

He didn’t meet your eyes when she did it, and you were thankful. You didn’t think you could handle seeing him enjoying her touch so much. Instead you focused on the people around you. You focused on Benny and Will and Pope, trying your best to ingratiate yourself to them. Hopefully erase the memory of you as a belligerent mess.

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As the day went on you found that you liked these guys, not just as an extension of Francis - but because they were fun. They made you laugh, they spoke to you like they’d known you your whole life. They almost distracted you enough. You also noticed that Claudia was only here to lounge in the sun. She had absolutely no interest in getting in the water, no matter how many times she was asked by Frankie to join him.

He played it off like it didn’t bother him but you knew it did, and that in turn hurt you but your heart leapt when he turned to you.

“Spills, wanna come in the water with me?” He smiled and held out his hand and you gladly accepted. Following him in like you always had.

“Not much of a swimmer?” You couldn’t help but ask when the two of you were in the water.

“Not really, it’s a shame - the water's perfect today.” He floated, making sure to splash you and you waited until he was perfectly relaxed to splash him back. “God I love it here.” he spoke as he floated closer and closer.

“Me too. I want to live near the ocean one day.” You spoke absentmindedly, trying to feel for little shells or rocks as you walked further and further from the shore. He followed you.

You felt him splashing you from behind and you tackled him. The two of you turned into children in the water and it ended with you wrapped around his back like always. His hands on the back of your knees as you held on. You both watched the shore in silence, everyone too focused on whatever they were doing to notice your closeness and you were thankful for it. It made you hold on tighter, trying to get closer and he wrapped your legs around his tummy.

Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe if Claudia had been watching she would have had some words for him, or you, or both of you - but it didn’t stop you.

“Let’s just stay out here Spills. Let’s stay in the water forever.” He stroked the skin of your shins under the water and it was so hard not to cry right then and there. “Just you and me, living in the water.” He laughed but it came out sad.

“I’m game.” You rested your chin on his shoulder briefly and he bumped your head with his. This one little moment made the whole day worth it, and when he pulled away as you knew he would, your heart broke just a little bit more.

You were both wrong in your assumptions however. The moment you had thought was private, that you thought you’d stolen without anyone knowing had been seen and catalogued by someone on the shore. Pope had seen the whole thing, and he had some words for Francis.

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