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this parallel has me crying, I'm so proud of u bellie
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Someone please tell me they have listened to throwing muses and have fallen into a rabbit hole
Also listening to belly and cathrine wheel !!
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Hello, could you do yanKing Henry V from The King (2019) and Princess Of Russia, who is his mistress? He is married to Catherine of Valois
Princess was visiting England (You can choose the reason why she were visiting) but she and King Henry V started liking one another and started a secret affair
Soon after, she was forced to go back to Russia after her father, Vasily I of Moscow found out about their affair with each other?
Hello dear. Thank you for this wonderful request. This is how I created their meeting and the reason for coming to England. I hope you like it.
[How sweet of you to think that Henry would allow the reader to return to Russia. But it can't be like that. Henry won't allow it.]
》Scenario《
King Henry's marriage was based entirely on political purposes. In other words, he didn't love his wife Catherine. It would be a lie to say that there was harmony between them. Weeks after the wedding, Henry was going to host Russian ambassadors in England in order to make agreements. The Russian ambassadors were accompanied by the Princess, the precious daughter of Russian King Vasily. When Henry saw this beautiful Princess, he was speechless. It was as if he was in front of someone from a fairy tale. How could he not be impressed?
Henry was a smart man. He wouldn't scare the Princess by revealing his obsession. Everything started out friendly and normal. However, their friendship soon turned into love. Their love was kept a secret between them. Henry visited the Princess's room every night. He spoiled her with the most expensive and luxurious gifts. He had almost stopped going to his wife's room. However, he finally managed to get the real Russian King's ears about their relationship. The King was both angry and disappointed. He immediately sent a letter demanding that his daughter be sent back to her country. Henry read this letter with a sly grin. He looked up from the letter and turned to the Princess in front of him. The Princess was sitting on the couch and was excitedly waiting for what the King would say. The Princess's swollen belly was visible under her dress. Henry prepared an agreement and sent it to the King of Russia with the ambassadors of his country. He wanted the Princess to stay with him and be his mistress. After all, the Princess was six months pregnant and there was no chance of going back. Moreover, the child that would be born would be the heir to the throne of England. King Vasily did not want to accept the offer at first. However, he knew that he had no other choice. The agreement was accepted between the two countries. Months later, a healthy baby boy was born, whom King Henry named after himself.
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the nanny [paige bueckers] part five
[chapter 8]
read part four here!
chapter eight: cat as a cat!
*barely proofread*
the small clicks of her feet against the grey and dirty pavement filled catherine's sense for a moment as her and paige's conversation came to a brief halt. they had mindlessly been holding several casual conversations over the course of the evening. the sounds of excited children paired well with the festive environment—houses decorated in family friendly horror, animated, blow-up ghosts and fog machines probably being sold out in every department store near them. the women both loved how most of the homes in this random neighborhood were super involved in the holiday and their community.
madion's small skipping had been only a few feet in front of the women as she wandered down the sidewalk looking for the next house adorned in gore to visit. the girl had been trick-or-treating for the last couple of hours, seemingly not tired yet. she was in her own little world, even after the constant reminder from the tall women behind her to not go too far or to watch where she was walking.
the women kept up with madison as best as they could, but they were honestly growing bored of the consistent pace of the evening, in turn making them tired. paige tried her best to keep her head up, though, looking forward to the halloween party she had planned on attending later that evening.
their arms brushed and bumped against one another constantly, the closeness not seeming to bother either of the women as they picked back up on their conversation flow.
"oh, i signed maddie up for one of those little league sports programs you were telling me about." paige spoke up, inevitably breaking the silence.
catherine looked up slightly from where her eyes lingered on madison to meet the eyes of the blonde beside her. lightly gasping excitedly, her hands together to make a single clap sound, holding them close to her chest. "really?" she asked, excitedly. she was so happy paige had listened to her advice. paige responded with a nod and a grin, looking down at catherine momentarily. "she's gonna love it." catherine added.
paige sighed with a nod as she swayed slightly down the concrete, eyes finding the back of her daughters head once more, "hope so. she needs friends." she spoke sincerely.
catherine shrugs, ultimately agreeing with the woman but lacking her worry. "don't stress it." she shoves her hands in the back pocket of her dark washed jeans that clung to her body. "i wasn't very social until high school. and i'm pretty cool now."
paige let's out a belly laugh at that one, relishing in the unamused look catherine shot her way, "please. i'm one of your three friends. the other two are your mom and molly."
catherine's arms folded across her chest, the chunky green sweater on her torso falling slightly off her shoulder to reveal her smooth, tan skin. "technically, you're my boss."
"mhm. and your mom is your mom—doesn't count. you have one friend."
scoffing, catherine shakes her head at the blonde, holding a hand up in defense. "shut up. i used to be cool in high school."
"used to be. i been cool since birth."
the brunette playfully shoves the teasing woman beside her, but she mostly ends up pushing herself away from her, paige hardly stumbling due to her strong balance.
shaking her head once again, catherine spoke, "molly would beat your ass if she heard how mean you were being to me."
"gosh, i wanna meet her. she sounds so bad." paige commented unashamed, having heard so many cool stories about the woman and her best friend already. molly sounded like a hell of a time.
the woman nods politely, shoving her hands into the sleeves of her sweater to protect her from the cool, october air. "she is.. but she's so professional now, it's hard to get it out of her." catherine spoke, almost reminiscing on who her best friend once was when they were younger. she had a hard time clinging on to the past.
"still." paige doesn't change her mind. taking a pause, she then asks a question that lingered in her mind. "does she live 'round here?"
the brunette sighs, almost just realizing right now that she really did have no friends. "no, she uh, moved to new york—brooklyn."
paige wanted to wince at the new information. she'd die if she lived that far away from the team of women she called her best friends and sisters. "that's tough.. what about your mom?"
"she's in boston." catherine informed uninterested, almost like she wasn't the biggest fan of this topic.
paige's brows furrowed, now wondering if catherine had anyone near by. any friends, family. "why's she there?"
catherine shrugged, arms still firm across her chest. "she moved there after i graduated high school. for as long as i can remember, she's wanted to move there. never knew why, never asked." she spoke, plain and simple.
paige nodded, now sticking her cold palms in the pockets of her black sweat pants as she decided to share some information of her own. "i've lived away from my mom for most of my life. i only ever visited her during the summer."
"yeah?"
"mhm. but, i'm a dad's girl, so." paige joked, insinuating she was never all that close with her mother.
catherine chuckled with a single head shake, "yeah, that's checks out."
paige's nose scrunched at what she assumed was the woman teasing her, looking over at her with an frown. "whatchu mean?"
"you're so spoiled." the brunette snorted.
paige's jaw dropped momentarily. she would've stopped dead in her tracks if she didn't have a small child to keep up with. "stop playin', i'm not spoiled."
catherine laughed at the teasing she was giving the blonde beside her. they both watched as madison ran up to the next house they passed by, stopping momentarily by their dark blue mailbox as she watched the little girl excitedly yell out, "trick or treat!"
the older couple who opened the door complimented the girls cat costume, madison not hesitating to remind them that she was actually a cheetah. catherine giggled at the interaction, paige continuing her conversation next to her.
"i think i became way more selfless after drew was born." the blonde explained, cheeks a shade of pink from the cold air. catherine has heard of drew many times before, she loved the way paige would talk about him. "and then after mads.."
catherine took her eyes off of madison, looking up at the side of paige's face with a warm smile. "whole view on life changed?"
paige nodded, looking down to catch catherine's expecting brown eyes, noticing how she shifted slightly under her gaze. "completely."
catherine's smile sent vibrations down the blondes spine, causing a warm sensation to errupt in her stomach and her hands to become sweaty. paige hadn't noticed, but she gulped rather obviously, the brunette raising an eyebrow at that with a smile paige couldn't quite place on her plump lips.
the two were soon interrupted from their moment by a tired madison walking down the drive way, whining. "i'm tired, mom."
paige noticed how she was dragging. catherine reached for the bucket filled to the brim with candy, grasping it firmly to carry for the girl. paige picked up her tired daughter, the three of them heading back down the opposite side of the road where their condo apartment would be waiting for them.
˚✧.*
the women managed to get madison down to sleep, trading off on who would bathe her and who would go through her candy for anything that seemed out of the ordinary.
after reasonable suggestions from a stern catherine, paige allowed madison two pieces of candy to have before bed. originally, she was just going to let the girl have at it. the brunette simply shook her head at the thought.
they both managed to get her to bed at a decent time, only a mere thirty minutes later than normal. though, catherine did most of the heavy lifting because paige wasn't reading madison her book the way catherine did. rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she passed the book to catherine. "that's all you."
the women both exited madison's now dark room, closing the door as quietly as possible. paige followed catherine to the kitchen, where her dark brown purse had been lingering since they all left for trick-or-treating that evening.
reading the digital numbers on the stove top that indicated what time it was, the brunette decided that 8:34 would be a good time to head home for the night. before all of the suspicious people and drunk drivers came out. remembering paige had mentioned catherine not needing to stay late since she had hired a babysitter for the night, she gathered her things, throwing her purse over her shoulder. though, she wouldn't even be able to say farewell to the blonde, the jingle of her keys enough to make paige speak up.
"woah, wait, where are you going?" paige asked, confused, as she walked up behind the brunette before her, stopping herself when she's only a couple of feet away from her.
catherine looked back at the woman, confusion too on her face before turning her body completely. "i'm.. going home?"
she was confused as to why paige was confused. they did every night. when paige returned home, catherine would then return to her home. her excuse was always her needing to check up on her cat.
though, this night was different. she technically hadn't been working for most of it, she just wanted to join the bueckers for some family friendly, halloween fun. and, of course, she wanted to do madison's cheetah makeup.
paige simply just shook her head, hands leaving her pockets as she gestured with her words, "no, we're going to that halloween party i told you about yesterday."
the woman blinked at paige, almost as if she had been speaking a foreign language. her brows furrowed, shaking her head profusely as she stumbled on her words. "wait- no- i didn't say i'd go."
"yes, you did." paige spoke matter of factly, catherine instantly recognizing the playful tone in the woman's voice, one she had been aware of since they met.
catherine scoffs, an amused smile playing on her plump lips, "i did not, fuck you." her voice was light and playful, a heavy contrast to her words.
"did too. you said you'd love to join me."
"liar, i said i'd think about it."
the blonde took a pause, eyeing catherine expectantly. "well.. have you thought about it?"
shaking her head, the brunette gathered her belongings once more. "goodnight, paige."
pushing past the determined woman, catherine attempted to make it to the door—her exit, her home free—but was unfortunately stopped by paige, grabbing her hand swiftly. "please, it'll be so much fun. you said it yourself, you have no friends."
catherine didn't have much time to dwell on the fact that her hand was now in paige's, too focused on the slight insult thrown her way. "i never said i didn't have any friends." she spoke with a scoff and an amused chuckle.
paige grimaced, realizing she had thought that all on her own. "my bad." the woman just rolled her eyes in response, paige's once playful act now more serious. "just come. i promise, it'll be fun."
shaking her head, catherine could feel herself being persuaded. "i.. i don't even have a costume." she found an excuse to throw.
however, the sound of madison's small voice interrupted the women once again that night. the small girl stood tired in the frame of the hallway, rubbing her eyes as she spoke innocently. "you can wear mine, cat."
paige let out a small laugh at this, both of them regretting being as loud as they were, disappointed they woke up the small girl.
the blonde turned to face the woman beside her, hands no longer intertwined. "no excuses. you're coming."
˚✧.
pulling into the unfamiliar lot, paige found the nearest spot to park her black car in, urging catherine to hurry up. the women had arrived at catherine's apartment complex. old looking, and a bit run down, paige took in the scenery. after paige had gotten ready at her place, she had managed to, by the grace of God, get catherine on board with her plan.
they made a quick stop at catherine's apartment so the girl could find a last minute costume to throw on.
unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the vehicle, the brunette turned to paige, a wondering look present on her face. "you coming?"
walking up the outdoor concrete steps to the second floor on the complex, they reached the woman's humble abode. paige couldn't help but look past her shoulder every few seconds, the building emitting an eerie aura, one that would scare her endlessly
if she had to walk to her apartment alone at night.
finally, the front door, with the number 42 resting on it, had popped open a bit. the click of the lock turning brought paige a sense of comfort, excited to finally make it inside.
flipping the light on, paige noticed how catherine's apartment resembled nothing of the outside. yeah, the appliances were older, but she could tell the woman took pride in making her place a home.
the most comfortable looking sofa took up a good chunk of the room, large, light grey cushions looked like they had been worn in. the several blankets of the same green color palette decorated the couch nicely. a small, round table was found with four chairs surrounding it, though she could tell only one of them had been used extensively.
catherine walked about the place casually, opposite from paige's hesitant wandering.
"cute place."
catherine recognized her tone as a genuine one, looking past her shoulder momentarily to shoot the woman a just as genuine grin. "thanks." she spoke, her words like honey. she tossed her purse onto her small kitchen counter, "you can get comfy. might be here for a while."
paige hoped they wouldn't be as long as the woman promised. it was one thing to be fashionably late, but they were already pushing it by an hour.
thirty minutes passed, and paige was becoming a bit anxious by how late they would now be. "yo, cat," the woman called, getting a simple 'hmm' in response. standing up from the comfortable cushion, she wanders deeper into the small apartment to find where catherine had been. "we gotta get going."
she turned into a small bathroom, and she had realized how different her and catherine lived. her bathroom was way more decorated than paige's could've ever been. she liked the smell of perfume and vanilla soap that lingered in the air. looking at catherine through the mirror, she noticed the simple cat makeup she had done. she also noticed the stack of folded clothes sitting on her toilet lit, cat ears laying comfortably on top.
"you can't beg me to come to this party with you last minute, and then rush me." the woman spoke simply without missing a beat, somehow staying focused on her costume makeup.
paige went to grab the pile of clothes resting on the toilet lit, holding them firm in her hands. "just finish getting ready in the car, it's like fifteen minutes away."
catherine scoffed, "i can't do my makeup in the car."
"try your best." paige sassed before exiting the bathroom. a few moment passed before catherine heard the sound of her front door closing, indicating paige had indeed left to her car. with catherine's costume in hand.
sighing with an eye roll, catherine muttered some spanish insults to herself before gathering her makeup necessities into the small, black, makeup stained pouch.
though she was irritated with all of the bumps and sharp turns, catherine managed to finish her makeup pretty well. now, she had to figure out how she was supposed to change her clothes in this moving vehicle comfortably and without showing too much to the woman beside her.
"paige, i don't know any of them, though... i haven't been to a party like that in years." the woman pleaded, continuing on with their previous conversation as she slipped her jeans down her legs.
to say paige was using all of her strength to not look over at catherine an unhealthy amount was an understatement. if there wasn't a road that she had to pay attention to, she would've been staring.
shaking her head, disagreeing with the brunettes worries, "you were literally a bartender. for, like, three years." paige responded.
catherine sighed, bending over slightly to find her bottoms in the pile of clothes that sat on the floor of paige's car. "it's different when i'm working. i go on autopilot."
"just relax."
"wish it was that simple." the woman responded without missing a beat, anxiety filling her chest.
her hands soon find the hems of her chunky, dark green sweater, swiftly pulling it over her head.
this time, paige really couldn't help the way her eyes shifted from the dark road to the woman beside her several times. though she couldn't stare for long, she took note of the very plain and simple black bra catherine had been sporting. though there wasn't anything special about the garment itself, the woman just could help but want to look. she took note of her smooth and tan stomach. she has seen it many times when catherine would wear small shirts, but she'd never seen it in such an intimate manner.
clearing her throat, the blonde hoped the saliva would return to her now dry mouth soon. "you're gonna get along with everyone. promise."
deep down, catherine was mainly scared of partying with paige like that. though she had already accepted the fact that paige was more her friend than she would ever be her boss, it was still nerve wrecking to hang with her in such a manner. this was a territory they had yet to enter. and she wasn't sure why it made her so insanely nervous.
˚✧.*
catherine walked mere inches behind paige as they walked up the steps to the location of the halloween party. a small home, but a house nonetheless. she didn't try to walk past or next to paige, her anxiety more prominent than ever. her heels of choice allowed her to be almost the same height as the woman before her, something she wasn't sure she liked or not.
opening the door casually, paige stepped in. catherine was only a few seconds before her, stepping in the place as paige closed the door behind the pair. looking around, she noticed the orange and purple lights emitting from several corners of the room, a few gory decorations here and there. she noticed the small home wasn't terribly crowded, groups of adults scattered around the main areas. however, the sounds of cheering and miscellaneous greetings would've convinced her the house was filled to the brim had she been blindfolded.
the woman recognized that they were all excited because of the blonde woman before her, a few starting to chant, "party p! party p!" a phrase catherine was almost sure she's heard before.
catherine wanted to curse herself from how shy she was being in this moment. this was so out of character from who she once was, who she wanted to be.
not daring to leave paige's side, she awkwardly smiled at the room, her eyes finding paige, awaiting their next step. she prayed to every higher being that she wouldn't lose paige in the crowd tonight. soon, she was filled with regret at the realization of loud, rap music blasting throughout the home. i should've just went home.
"aye, party p!"
a familiar voice interrupted catherine's overthinking, looking over to meet the friendly face of kk arnold. she watched as the women greeted each other excitedly, hands coming together and pulling each other in for a small hug. however, kk's attention was soon taken up by the women they had all been asking to meet properly for almost two months now.
"oh, my gosh!" the woman cheered, excitedly, pulling away from paige. "catherine! hey girl!"
catherine smiled, nodding a bit shyly at kk's overwhelming kind expression, acting way different than the first time she had met the woman. "hi, kk." she spoke softly, but loud enough for the woman to hear her over the loud music, giving her a sweet smile.
kk stepped back from catherine, looking her over momentarily as she took in her costume of choice. "oh, my gosh." she spoke, seriously before returning to her cheery self. "cat as a cat!"
this allowed catherine to let out a genuine laugh at the slightly younger woman's excitement.
kk takes the initiative to wrap an arm around catherine's shoulder, turning the both of them to face the connected living room and kitchen full of young adults. "yo, everybody." she called out, somehow speaking over the loud music successfully to grab the party's attention. "this our girl cat, and she's super chill, so be friendly."
most of the room say a collective hi or hey to catherine, causing the woman to grow a bit embarrassed, small shades of red rising to her cheeks.
paige just leaned down ever so slightly to speak to the girl over the music, her mouth landing only inches from her sensitive ears, a smug tone coating her words. "told you you'd get along with everyone."
catherine just rolled her eyes to the blonde as kk dragged her to the kitchen. she noticed how the island in the kitchen was surrounded by familiar, tall women. she assumed they were paige's teammates, all cheering when they saw the three women walk over.
they were much friendlier than catherine had imagined, all of them instantly to the woman like white on rice. they were desperate to get to know her, and were so excited she had finally made it to a party.
kk interrupted the small talk momentarily, begging catherine for drink of choice to grab her. "umm..." the woman spoke, her voice loud as she attempted to talk over the music. "i'm-i'm not sure, i'm more of a wine drinker."
some of the women couldn't help but snort at that response, teasing the woman playfully as they normally did with their friends. "girl, please. we've got two types of tequila and some juice, that's it." azzi joked through exaggerated laughs, her palms resting on the counter top.
"ain't no way you're a bartender and your drink of choice is nasty ass, plain ass wine." ice furrowed her brows, an amused smile on the face.
"that just aged you by like ten years, babe." azzi agreed.
catherine shrugged with a shy smile, "i like how it tastes!"
paige's nose scrunched at the thought of wine on her tongue, gagging at the thought. "eugh, gross."
"you're all such babies." catherine spoke up for herself, becoming more comfortable around the group of women by the second. "here, i'll make something crazy."
catherine began looking around the random kitchen, peering her head into a few of the white cabinets, grabbing ingredients the women would have never thought to add to their drinks. pouring and mixing the drink the women would have called random, catherine presents her craft in a blue solo cup, handing it to paige.
"try it." the brunette instructs, urging the woman to take a sip. "tell me how it tastes."
paige was a sucker for a challenge, but she did hesitate at this. bringing the blue cup to her lips, she braced herself for the bitter taste of alcohol, not missing how much she saw catherine pour into the mix. however, she was stunned when she tasted the opposite. her face didn't even contort at the singular sip, eyes widening in shock. "it literally tastes like juice."
most of the women gasped, just as shocked as the blonde. "gimme that," kk demanded, taking the plastic cup out of paige's hands, sniffing it for a few seconds before bringing it up to her lips. taking a swig, her expression mimicked the one of her friend beside her. "damn, kitty cat, okay!"
taking the drink out of kk's hands, catherine went to sip on the alcoholic beverage, enjoying the sweet tastes of strawberry and raspberry. all of the women bang to beg the brunette to make them drinks, her just simply shooing everyone off. "nah, nah," she waved them off as she took a sip, "you can't make fun of me and then ask for a favor." she jokes with the group.
as the party continued, catherine fell deeper and deeper into the night. she was feeling more and more loose by the minute. the woman was just barely finishing the drink she had made earlier in the night, and she already felt amazing. she hadn't even realized she was beginning to socialize with random people, having lost paige to the crowd a long time ago.
the woman began mindlessly dancing to the mix of rap and r&b music that floated throughout the home, making friends with some girls she had met only minute prior and some of the women belonging to the uconn women's basketball team.
catherine was enjoying herself way than she had anticipated, and she was becoming quick friends with the girls paige would call her family.
˚✧.*
the tipsy blonde rummaged through the second drawer in her tall, black dresser, looking for something comfortable to wear. she watched as her hand flipped through her choice of sweatpants through her drunk eyes, not sure which pair of grey ones to wear.
"paige, just pick one." a sassy voice interrupted the woman's decision making, paige turning to meet eyes with a just as drunk catherine. the brunette sat still in the doorframe of paige's bedroom, leaning against the white wall trimmings, a tired expression on her face.
paige held a hand up at the woman, almost shooing her off as she decided in deep thought which ones she's wanted. finally, she grabbed two pairs off the top, not hesitating to toss one to the impatient woman eyeing her down just mere feet away.
surprisingly, catherine caught the sweatpants with ease, turning away and making her way down the quiet, dim hallway.
the two woman had just returned home from the halloween party, the time reading 1:47 a.m. on their almost dead phones. though they weren't exactly drunk out of their minds anymore, both chugging great sums of water before their decided to call it a night, they were both definitely still feeling pretty nice.
when they arrived home, paige insisted that catherine stayed the night due to their lack of soberness. she even decided to give up her bed tonight, assuring the woman that it was totally okay.
catherine began the attempt to take her small, black top off, legs still wobbling to the living room down the hallway. yanking it off of her head, she finally found the couch, looking for the shirt paige had also lended her for the night. much different style than she would've worn, but it would suffice for the night.
after pulling the dark pink shirt over her head, she pulled her tight, black bottoms down her smooth, tan legs, desperate to get out of the uncomfortable fabric.
looking up at the low sound of footsteps approaching, catherine caught the dazed eyes of paige. giving her a single nod and a quick grin, she returned to shimmying out of the pants. she would've never thought that changing in front of paige would be weird. she always changed in front of her friends, or just other girls in general. and knowing paige probably normally did the same, being at basketball practice everyday, she didn't even think twice about it. however, finally recognizing the distant look in paige's eyes, one she was unsure if the blonde was purposefully trying to communicate, it made her nervous. the light red heat rose to her cheeks in an instant, taking her lingering gaze away from the intimidating and intimate one paige had been staring her down with.
maybe paige noticed the uncomfortable silence that hung in the room, or the way catherine looked away from their intimate stare, but she cleared her throat, muttering a quick, "sorry."
shuffling her way to the kitchen in an outfit extremely similar to catherine's, she reached into her stainless steel fridge, grabbing two cold water bottles. she knew these would either be the most refreshing thing in the world, or give them immense headaches.
at the sound of a body stumbling onto the grey couch in her living room, paige turned to find catherine sitting on the sofa, legs still bare from where she could see and an exhausted pout on her face.
the brunette let her hands come up to her face, the alcohol remnants in her system doing the opposite effect of what it normally did: make her sensitive. sighing, she began calling out for paige through her hands, her words slightly muffled. "can you help me?"
paige couldn't help but snort to herself as she rounded the small kitchen island to reveal catherine sitting still on the couch, her tight black pants resting just below her knees, bunched up. catherine's hands fell from her face at the sound of paige's laughs, shooting her the most offended glare. "i don't wanna hear it."
paige continued laughing, the more she stared, the funnier it got. dropping the water bottles onto the spot on the couch next to the frustrated woman, the blonde began the fight that was getting these pants off.
it didn't help that paige was as gone as catherine was, and the added weakness from her immense laughter made it that much harder. catherine couldn't help but start laughing as well, having to remind herself mentally to keep it down since madison was just a wall away.
finally pulling the black bottoms off completely, both of the women huff, paige tossing the bunched clothing onto the floor next to the brunette, slumping into the empty spot next to her.
the two women sat on the grey couch, in comforting silence as their laughs died off. the blondes clothed legs were spread as her feet rested comfortably on the floor, shoulder length apart, her arms resting across her stomach.
catherine's exposed legs were pulled onto the soft couch, almost having
forgotten about the grey sweats waiting for her. knees tucked under her as her body faced paige's, eyeing the woman.
paige let a couple more seconds of silence pass over, contemplating if she wanted to pry with the amount of questions lingering in her head. "so.. why didn't you move to boston with your mom?"
the brunette inhaled sharply, paige noticing. "my funky ex—that's why."
paige laughed a bit, looking to the side to meet catherine's eyes momentarily. "you and this ex of yours." she shook her head playfully. "i need to know what happened."
catherine shook her head back, looking down at her smooth legs. "it's really dumb."
"can't be as dumb as mine." paige responded, assurance and comfort in her voice.
catherine's brows furrowed in momentary confusion before realizing what paige had been alluding to. "madison's dad?"
the blonde simply nodded, cringing at just the thought. she hardly talked about the subject. she never really told anyone about him. "alex. he was just so... weird."
"weird?"
"yeah, bro, like.." the woman trailed off, trying to gather her thoughts. "we met my junior year, and he was a senior. met him after our rivalry game against his school—he was on the boys basketball team."
catherine listened intently to the woman, nodding at her words, sort of smiling at the thought of younger paige.
"and, we were just friends for a while. and then one day, like, a few months later, he asked me out. and i wasn't even sure if i, y'know.." paige trailed off, unsure of how to speak her next words. though it wasn't exactly a secret, she rarely ever said it out loud. she was still working on that part. however, catherine's comforting presence and sweet voice would always break through to her.
"what?" the brunettes sweet voice lingered throughout paige's head, causing her to look over and catch her eyes.
"liked guys." the woman confessed, noticing how catherine's expression didn't even change. all the information did was elicit a simple nod from her. "but, uh, i still went out with him. just to see—guys never really asked me out in school, either. i was taller than a lot of them for a while, i think that's why."
catherine laughed genuinely at the small joke paige had slipped into what the woman would assume to be a sad story.
laughing a bit too, paige relished in the way she made catherine's giggle. "and, uh, i went out with him once.. and, y'know, i did like him. i wasn't, like, in love, though." the blonde shook her head, her words a bit more sadder than the tone she was just speaking with. "i'm not sure why i slept with him."
talking about her story would usually bring out old feelings, the stinging feeling in her nose a sign that she was about to cry. however, the woman opted to simply just sniffle with a head shake, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand to dismiss the feeling, not exactly wanting to break down in front of her friend. "it was short lived, though. he got really weird and quiet with me until we just stopped talking altogether."
the woman beside her just simple shook her head, a sour expression on her face, understanding exactly what happened now. "asshole." catherine muttered.
paige just shrugged, "i thought so, too. but, in a way, i'm grateful.. i would've never had maddie."
catherine half nodded, unsure if she would've been as grateful for the situation as paige was. then again, she wasn't a mom. sighing, the woman shrugged, simply responding with, "god's timing."
"that's what i say." the sniffling blonde agreed, "i think if i were to get pregnant later on, it wouldn't be mads."
the brunette nodded understandingly, hesitant to ask her next question. though she did it anyway. "does he know about her?"
paige was quick with her response, "yeah, he does. he's never met her, though." she watched as her friends eyes bulged, almost forgetting this was catherine's first time hearing this story. to be fair, it was paige's first time telling anyone in a while. "last i heard, he was in.. utah? but, he pays what he owes, and we don't talk."
catherine sat there, eyes full of sadness for the woman she has grown extremely fond of. she let a hand come up to her friends arm, a gesture paige had found to be one catherine did to comfort her, unsure if hugging was something they did or not. they never have, and she was sure today wouldn't be the start.
paige noticed, not sure if she liked all of the attention on her in this fashion. clearing her throat to break the tension, she looks at catherine expectantly. "what about you?"
"what about me?"
"shitty exes? deadbeats? thought you were in love?" the blonde explained.
catherine chuckled, her turn to look away from the woman nervously. "all of the above."
paige's thoughts bypassed the rest of her response, only highlighting the most important information to her in that moment. "you thought you were in love?"
"mhm." catherine hummed in response, nodding simply.
paige shrugs, looking away, straight ahead at the dark tv that rested on the light wall. "everyone says that they are."
"i was, though." the brunette retaliated, "i was 'bouta marry him."
the blonde did a double take. that was definitely not what she was expecting catherine to say. "funky ex? you were gonna marry him?"
"swear." catherine answered to paige's disbelief, a small grin playing on her lips at the woman's shock. "i met chris—"
"chris?" paige interrupted, a scoff playing on her words. "he already sounds like a dick."
catherine shook her head, expecting this kind of attitude and reaction from paige as she told her story. "shut up, paige." the woman spoke through laughs, a hand coming up to rub her temple. simple actions and reactions like this truly showed catherine that both paige and madison were related.
"my bad, my bad. continue."
"chris and i, we met right before the end of senior year," the brunette started, shifting in her seat uncomfortably, attempting to stall the story as much as possible. like paige, she hardly ever told anyone about this time of her life. "and things moved so fast. we started dating and moved in together the summer after graduation."
"oh, shit." was all the blonde could respond with.
"mhm. and then, a year in, he proposed.. and everything was great, it really was." catherine spoke, reminiscing. "we were, y'know, broke as shit, but.. i loved being broke with him." the woman looked down at her fiddling hands, taking a decently long pause. this part for the story always sends her emotional out of whack. "then, like a week before the wedding, i found out he was cheating on me." her voice was small but her words held so much.
paige's eyes softened, heart tugging at the thought of catherine hurting so deeply. "cat.." her voice mimicked catherine's, small and sad.
the brunette sniffled, her story bringing her to tears as well. "the shittiest part was," the woman took a pause, eyes looking up to find the ceiling, a trick that would allow her to keep from letting her tears fall. "i was offered a scholarship to stanford—for soccer.. and i stayed here. to be with him." catherine's techniques to avoid crying began to fail, a few tears falling, her voice pitchy and cracking. "for nothing."
"hey," immediately, paige was sitting up in her spot on the couch. she felt horrible for asking catherine to tell her. to relive those old feelings. "fuck, i'm sorry—"
catherine was quick to shake her head, the back of her hand going to wipe the few stray tears as she sniffled. "oh, my gosh, don't be." she assured, looking to find her cheery demeanor one more, "it's so dumb." the woman started chuckling through her tears, "i'm only crying because i'm drunk."
paige couldn't help but let out small laughs at this as well, "so, that's why you didn't go to boston? and stopped playing soccer?"
the teary eyed woman simply just nodded in response, still pawing at her cheeks. the blonde sighed for the woman beside her, her large hand falling to catherine's exposed thigh naturally, her attempt to comfort the woman.
"i know your story ended kinda fucked up, but.." paige trailed off momentarily, waiting to find the woman's eyes. catherine did eventually look up to meet paiges crystal eyes, the feeling of paige's warm hand on her thigh sending shivers all down her body. "i'm happy you stayed."
catherine gave paige a sweet smile, her lips plump and her eyes soft. she shifted in her position slightly, hoping she wouldn't lose paige's touch in the process. scooting a bit closer, she leaned in to rest her head on the blonde's shoulder. catherine allowed her head to rub against the woman's shoulder to find the spot that was most comfortable for her. "yeah, i'm kinda happy too."
all she could feel in response was the feeling of paige's head resting against her own.
part six!!!
authors note!
i have so much to say right now??
this was such a long chapter. i was unsure of when to split up the story, so this will have to do lol. also, party p and now party cat?? love to see it, love to see it. and HELLO LORE DROP?? ate down!!
i genuinely love them so bad, and i love how their relationship is blooming.
as per usual, let me know what you think in the replies or through anons!! i'm so excited to hear all of your thoughts!!
thanks so much for the support!🩷
- mari 🫧
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The King's Queen - chapter 8
Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Unnecessarily sexy use of a mirror, lingerie, size kink, loss of virginity, praise/worship, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex Summary: The night is finally here, and taking the next step with Javi feels even more natural than you dreamed. Notes: Welcome back to the Balearic Islands and welcome to smut time! (Gif is representative of the vibe, not of reader's appearance.)
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7
The first people to rise from the dinner table are you and Javi, which is as it should be. Everyone is finished with their meal when the king is, and you are more than happy to leave present company tonight. You take Javi’s arm with a smile and say your good nights, sparing a sly smile for Maisie and Gabriela as you go.
“That did not seem as painful as I was expecting.” Javi admits with a reassuring pat to your hand. “Your father was more restrained, I think.”
“I don’t think he expected me to ever tell him no,” you admit softly. “I wonder if he was bitching to my stepmother about me in the stables because he knew he couldn’t do it at dinner.”
“If he was, we can find out, if you wish.” He tells you with a smirk. “The stables have cameras.”
“I honestly don’t know if I want that kind of knowledge.” You admit with a shake of your head. “But please. Less talk of my father and more of us? We weren’t parted long this afternoon, but I’d like to hear about your day.”
“Not another word.” He promises, smiling at you. “Julius had me read over more agreements. Sometimes I feel like all I do is sign things. I need a stamp with my signature.”
“If you had that, then anyone could sign your name.” An idea which is alarming for several reasons. “I know it’s tedious, querido, but it is important.”
“I know.” He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyway. What did you and your ladies do this afternoon? Your first official as Princess?”
"We talked about you a little." It makes you smile as he seems so surprised by that fact. "I went over a few things with Flores and Sebastian went over my schedule for tomorrow with me after he came back from the stables. It was...fairly uneventful." All accept the conversation with Maisie and Gabriela in your closet, but of course you don't want to give away the surprise they helped you plan for him.
“That sounds lovely.” Javi tells you with a smile, nerves settling in his belly as you approach your bedroom suite. “Although tomorrow the wedding planning begins, sí?”
"Sí." The planning will begin in earnest, and there will be so much to do that it makes your head spin a bit. Or perhaps that's the nerves of anticipation for tonight. You cannot truly tell at the moment. "Would you still like me to have two dresses, mi amor?" He had said so in your first conversation about the wedding, and if it is something he truly dreams of then you will make sure it happens.
“Only if you wish.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to. “I just know that the traditional wedding dresses of queens are not…” he struggles to find the right words. “Party ready.”
"Maisie has already been showing me examples of designs so voluminous I would take up half the room." It does make you giggle, though, and you hug his arm. "I'll talk to the dressmaker. See what she thinks."
“Whatever you want.” He reminds you, “Catherine’s dress was gorgeous and simple lines.”
"I'm afraid I might have a more...active imagination than the Duchess of Cambridge did." The grin you aim in his direction is only slightly guilty, not mentioning that you also do not have a fussy British granny to satisfy with propriety. There is only him and you, but you won't say it like that.
“Diamond encrusted trains?” He jokes as he stops in front of your suite door. The footmen are absent and he smiles at the way Julius took his wants to heart. He knows everything inside will be perfect.
"I'm not aiming to be Marie Antoinette." Diamond encrusted trains sounds like the latest Kardashian wedding dress, and you smirk. "But I do like a classic, princess-y ballgown."
“Then that’s what you should have designed.” He smiles again, imagining your first dance in a beautiful wedding dress. “If your dress is your dream dress, just wear it all night. I want you to be happy.”
"I have an idea, and hopefully it will be workable." Not thinking of anything but being alone with him, you push open the door to your suite and gasp the moment you step inside. There are stunning bouquets of multi-colored daisies dotted with red roses on every surface. Crisp white candles of all different shapes and sizes are lit in just as many places if not more, and you could swear that an ice bucket and tray of something are sitting across the room on the coffee table in your sitting area. It's a movie-perfect moment of absolute romance if you ever saw one before and you nearly sob at the sight of it. "Javi...you...did you do all of this?"
“The staff set it all up.” He ducks his head in embarrassment, wondering if it didn’t count because he had not placed the items in your room himself. “I know that we talked about tonight and…” He takes your hand and presses it to his mouth. “You deserve romance. For it to be something you remember, hopefully very fondly.”
“It’s beautiful, mi amor.” As nervous as you have been, something about all of it slips from your shoulders in the face of this much love. In the care he has taken and the thoughtfulness of wanting to make the night a complete experience. “And not something I am ever going to forget; I can promise you that.”
"Good." The relief makes his answer whoosh out, shoulders sagging slightly and his grin one of complete pride. Despite being king, being the most powerful man in the islands, he wants your approval. Your happiness. Guiding you into the suite, the door closes behind you and he examines the room with approval. The staff had outdone themselves under Julius's guidance and he will have to thank the man. But for now, he turns towards you. "There is champagne and strawberries." He tells you with a small smirk. "Tonight is just for us, and there is no right or wrong here. Whatever you wish, nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, Margarita." He wants you to know that he's not going to believe that you have to act a certain way or do certain things just because you are a Princess. You are a woman. One who deserves to have her every sexual desire fulfilled by the person you love. Him.
“It is for both of us, isn’t it?” Your arms slip around his waist to keep him close, feeling suddenly as though it is vitally important to be touching him at all times. Feeling as though if you let go, you may burst. “I…have a surprise for you also…though it is slightly less impressive and much less grand than all of this.”
“For me?” He’s surprised that you would do anything for him, his brows arching up. “Amor, you did not have to do anything for me.” He quickly assures you, hoping you are not panicking and making things up.
“It’s…small…” The smirk that forms on your face mostly has to do with how petite the lingerie Maisie gave you actually is. It barely covers anything at all. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Anything from you I will love.” He promises, cupping your cheek gently.
“Then I think we should pour some champagne.” With the thought he put into this, it would be a shame not to sit along at the beautiful flowers and share a drink before moving forward with the night.
Delighted that you seem to like his surprise, Javi guides you over towards the champagne bucket. Pulling the bottle from the ice, he makes quick work of popping the cork and pouring two flutes. “To the beginning of our intimate journey.” He toasts.
“And the rest of our lives.” You tap your glass against his, the distinct tinkling assuring you that you’re drinking from crystal tonight.
Javi takes a sip, smiling at you and then he bends down to pick up a strawberry off the tray so he can hold it up to your lips for a bite. “Try the strawberry with this champagne.” He urges, noticing that Julius had outdone himself. There are plain strawberries and then some that are dipped in chocolate.
For all the decadent combinations you may have tried in your life, this is not one of them. It’s doubtlessly your imagination that makes the strawberry the sweetest you’ve ever tasted and the richest chocolate, too. It’s your imagination that makes the taste of the champagne around them transform, but even so you’re practically giggling with delight at the discovery of how perfect one makes the other — both enhanced tenfold when you have them together. “That’s amazing,” you hum, careful not to drip on yourself in any way whatsoever, and grinning like the lovestruck girl that you absolutely are.
The heated gaze that Javi gives you isn’t the calculated one the playboy prince might have given the object of his interest. It’s the look of a man completely in love with the woman in front of him. He hums, setting his own champagne flute down to cup your cheek. “Let me taste.” He murmurs, right before his lips descend on yours.
And all at once, there might as well not be anything else in the room — no furniture or flowers or paintings or treats — because nothing else in the entire world matters besides him. Javi licks into your mouth and you sigh for him, letting him explore you easily and remapping every inch of his mouth while your tongues dance and tangle together in earnest worship. He doesn’t move from kissing you. Content to spend the rest of his life right here with his lips on yours. Holding you close, he can feel you start to tremble in his arms.
It’s overpowering in the best way possible, and with your knees literally shaking and threatening to come out from under you, you grip his shoulders that much harder. There’s something thick and magical and true in the air between you tonight and it has you moaning softly into his kiss as you pull him closer.
Javi doesn’t want to breathe. Everything and everyone beyond the doors to this suite fade into obscurity and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss slightly.
Without being entirely sure how you got there, you can feel the wall at your back. The blanket over your senses that Javi has pushed everything else out of your awareness and you could not care less in this moment. All that matters is him — is now. The way he tilts his head and the way he grasps at your frame. The way you’ve already forgotten where you left your drinks. The way the candlelight makes both of you glow even though no eyes are open to see it.
“I love you.” He promises again as he manages to pull his mouth away from yours.
“I love you.” It can never be said enough, and his beautifully flushed cheeks and heavy eyelids make you grin unrepentantly. “More than I thought possible.”
“You will let me know if you want to stop.” It’s not a command, it’s not a question. It’s a fact in his mind. If you want to stop, you will say something. “Or if there is something you do not like.”
“And so will you.” Although you highly doubt either of you will stumble on that circumstance tonight, if he should decide his grief is still too strong, you want to make sure he knows you are willing to stop any time.
The thought of tonight had fueled him through the paperwork after your coronation ceremony. He picks up your hand and starts to kiss up your arm. "Never." He drops another kiss higher. "In." Kiss. "A." Kiss. "Million." Kiss. "Years." Kiss. "Amor." Kiss.
"Javi." Gently picking his chin up with two fingers, you press a kiss to his lips when his head is level with yours again. "Take me to bed, amor."
"I can do that." Javi isn't a virgin, but he's aware that your first time should be special. Sighing softly as he takes your hand and guides you towards the large bed that the two of you have been sharing. Now, it will be used for something more than cuddling and sleep. "Turn around, Margarita."
Doing as he asks, you shiver with your back to him. Giving him power over the situation would be scary if it was anyone else but with Javi there is only trust and anticipation. Whatever happens next, it starts with heated kisses and the feeling of his broad hands caressing your skin. "I'm going to untie your dress." Javi hums, his hand sliding over your shoulder and across your chest to where the tie is fastened. "Look across the room." He whispers in your ear. "The mirror."
"Shit Javi..." You would tell him that there is no need to seduce you. That you already want him enough to have no reservations about this. But the second you look up and find his eyes watching you in the mirror, you're mesmerized. Suddenly there are no protests, only a thick swallow of air and a soft nod of your head that tells him you will follow his instructions to the letter tonight.
"My beautiful Princess." He murmurs in your ear, smiling at the fascinated look in your eyes, the darkness in them. "I want you to see how I see you. See how wonderful you are."
"The only thing I see is you." And maybe it's cheesy, but it's true. Despite most of his body being behind you in the mirror, all you care about is watching him. His smile is shy, almost bashful as he starts to pull your dress loose. Untying it and sliding his hand underneath the material to push it off one shoulder.
Even though you went through quite a bit of gleeful planning to make sure he would have something beautiful to see under your dress, you're still nervous. Alright, you're borderline terrified. But despite that, you help his hand slide the dress away from your shoulders and force yourself to watch his reaction in the mirror – hoping that he at least likes what he sees.
“Margarita.” He breathes out your nickname in awe when the delicate, see through, pale pink lace of your lingerie is revealed. “You– you wrapped yourself up for me like a treasured gift.”
“Surprise,” you huff softly, feeling your cheeks burn at the wonder in his expression. The awe in his eyes is impossibly endearing.
“I am constantly surprised by how wonderful you are.” Now he lets the dress fall to the floor, groaning when he sees your full body in the mirror. “Te amo.”
“Te amo.” If he didn’t have you in precisely the position that he wanted in this moment, you would have whirred you around to kiss him instantly. As it is, his hands start to roam, making you gasp when he touches the most sensitive places on your skin and swallow the sighs of longing while you wait for him to touch more. “I’ve thought about this more than you might think.” He groans in your ear. “Since that first night. I had hoped this is where we would end up. Naturally.”
“And here we are.” His fingers glide down your arms to let his hands rest on your hips for a moment. “Just where we were meant to be.”
“Just where we were meant to be.” He drinks in the sight of the lingerie and he twitches in his pants. “Did you wear this on purpose or do you normally wear things like this?” He asks softly. He had always given you time to change before coming over to your room to sleep so he wasn’t aware.
“I’ve never worn anything like this before in my life,” you admit softly, feeling a little embarrassed about it but that’s overridden by how much he seems to like it. “This is just for you, amor.”
“You look beautiful.” He promises breathlessly. “But you look beautiful all the time.” His hands slowly slide over your skin, worshiping you with a gentle touch.
“You’re always so handsome…” Little touches leave you breathless tonight, the anticipation building right down to your bones. “I’ve always thought so. Since…since the first time I saw your photo.”
Javi is proud that you find him appealing. His hands continuously moving as he maps your body. Despite holding you every night, he had kept his hands in respectable places. Now, he can indulge. “You are like a goddess, an angel that tempts me and soothes me.”
Gently, almost afraid to spoil the moment, you turn carefully around in his arms and reach first for his tie. Slow, seductive, and incredibly romantic is a wonderful tempo for this night, but you want to have him on the same page as you.
Javi watches you as you start to pull his tie free. Giving you leave to do whatever you want with him. He’s yours and you are his. That is what the two of you have promised each other. “What do you want tonight, amor?”
"Just you." It's the truest answer to the easiest question he could possibly ask, and when you pull the silk tie from the collar of his shirt, you drape it carefully over your nightstand and turn back to him to take the cufflinks from his shirt before you unbutton it.
There is something poignantly intimate about being undressed. Certainly it has happened before, but this time strikes a chord inside him. The desire and love are equal in the depths of your eyes, and it makes him shudder in pleasure as your fingers graze his body had the buttons slip from their slot.
It is certainly more careful work to undress Javi, his suits always being carefully styled and meticulously tailored, but you don’t mind. It’s almost the opposite, actually. The privilege of being the one to be allowed to undress him practically makes you shiver with anticipation.
He can’t be passive. Now when you are looking like that and gazing at him like he’s Adonis. Reaching up, his hands slowly slide up your stomach, hovering just below your breasts, looking so mouthwatering in their lacy cups.
“You’re allowed to touch,” you remind him with a small laugh, wondering if he is as nervous as you are from the way he’s hovering but not quite crossing the line yet.
“That’s good, Margarita.” He hums softly. “I want to touch you, want to make you feel good.” His hands move up and cup you, groaning slightly.
As gentle as he is, that first little bit of truly intimate contact is divine as you peel his shirt away from his shoulders. He’ll have to take his hands off you to fully take it off, but you don’t want that yet. You want him to explore any way he wants…so you reach for his belt buckle with shaky hands instead.
“You’re so gorgeous.” He rasps out. “I feel lucky, undeserving of your love. Your touch.” He wants to make sure you know how much he is in awe of this moment.
“Undeserving?” No, you can’t agree with that. Instead you lean forward and press your lips to his as you slide his belt open. “Mi amor, you deserve the entire world.”
“I don’t know if that is true.” He huffs, cock hard and aching as your fingers move to the clasp of his suit pants. “You deserve a night you will never forget.”
“Then I already have everything I deserve.” Before you touch his zipper, though, you look up for one last moment of confirmation before completely undressing him. If he changes his mind at any point you will respect it, and that includes right now.
He nods quickly, knowing that he needs you to set the pace. This is your first time and he will let you have anything, do anything you want with him. “Go on, amor.”
It’s not as though you’ve never seen a man naked. And not as though you’ve never done things before. But Javi is different. He is important. He is the rest of your life. And you love him so much more than you thought would ever be possible. When you strip his pants away the pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs underneath leaves very little to the imagination, and your pussy clenches at the first glance of your hand over the front of his briefs when you pull his pants down.
“It helps.” He tells you with a small smirk. “The crown did not wish to have a camera on my pants when I was attending events.” He explains.
“So they have your pants taken out?” The realization that he has to be dressed specifically to hide how big his dick is, is a very interesting one indeed. One that has you sputtering slightly and makes your cheeks even hotter.
“Along with making sure that my penchant for not wearing underwear is kept to the family wing of the palace.” He isn’t joking, but it is amusing, remembering that conversation with his father.
“Javi.” You can’t help but laugh at that, the giggle built out of you with absolute disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, mi amor.”
“As long as you don’t believe I’m boring.” He hums, smirking at you and biting his lip when your fingers slip under the band of his boxers.
“Never.” The deep breath you take before peeling away his boxer briefs is really just for your own fortitude. Apparently, up to this point, you had only been with boys. Javi is…mouthwatering. And all over again you have no trouble believing anything you ever read about him as the playboy prince.
For his own part, Javi is nervous. Wondering what you might think of him. Hoping that he measures up to whatever expectations you have about him. He twitches slightly in the cooler air of the room, released from the confines of his briefs.
“You’re an absolute dream, mi amor,” you assure him, seeing the nerves written all over his face. Instead of going down to your knees, which is the first instinct you have, you stand up straight again and put both your arms around him, drawing him in close to be able to just hold each other for a moment and share a kiss. It’s clear you’re both anxious but eager and you let your hands map his torso and hips for a moment while you pour your reassurances into an increasingly deep kiss.
He had never known he would be so nervous when being with the woman he would marry. It’s almost as if he were a virgin himself, but the nerves melt away into the kiss and he starts slowly becoming bolder in his touch.
While the moans that he drags from your throat may have started out polite, they are definitely not anymore. They’re hungry and needy, coming from deep in your chest or even down around your belly where his cock is currently trapped between your bodies. No matter where the sound originates — it might be your toes for all you know — it shifts slightly when you start to step backward, knowing the side edge of your bed is only a few feet away.
“You wish to lay down?” He is more assertive right now, but he still checks in. Wanting to make sure you are ready to lay down.
“I think we’ll be less nervous,” you admit, even though the thought feels silly out loud. “We’re used to being in bed together.” That’s a good point. Javi guides you back to the bed and follow you as you lay down, kissing you as he kneels and crawls with you, his cock bobbing heavily between you.
Every piece of Javi’s clothing is discarded now, and you feel acutely aware of the lingerie that still hugs your finger. It’s far more than just the pinky ring left touching Javi’s finger, but it seems to be something he likes a whole lot so you’ll let him decide when it comes off.
“If I could paint, I would paint this moment.” Javi wonders, his lips against your throat and up your jaw. “Capturing it forever, mi amor.”
“This is only for you, mi amor.” One of his hands cradles your cheek and the other is slowly tracing your side, and you shift to urge it downward without rushing him. “There should be something that is just for us.”
“Oh, I did not mean that anyone would see it.” He huffs, smirking down at you in almost gentle lust. “It would be locked away where only I could view your beauty. Remember that I have a literal angel as a princess.”
“It wouldn’t be very angelic…” you hum, laying kisses along the hollow of his throat. “To let you paint me naked, mi amor.”
“I should take you to our museums.” He chuckles. “Plenty of nude angels frolicking.”
“Maybe we’ll find it inspiring?” You tease, sighing softly when his hand finds your thigh and his thumb grazes the soft skin so close to the silk and lace covering your core.
“I’m going to taste you, mi amor.” He hums as he rubs soft, enticing circles over your thigh before moving his thumb over a fraction of an inch to press against you through the lace. “I’ve imagined tasting you at least a thousand times since meeting you.”
“Javi.” His name is a bare, plaintive whisper, but that’s mostly because he’s taken your breath away about a dozen times already tonight. His sweet touches are growing bolder every moment and if you melt into the bed never to be heard from again, it will be worth every second. “Whatever you want, mi amor. I’m yours.”
“You are mine.” He groans. “Just like I am yours. And I take care of what is mine.” The little clasps of the lingerie make getting to your covered cunt easy, unhooking them to expose your folds to his hungry gaze. “Beautiful.”
It might have been fussy to get into, but Javi clearly has no problem peeling away the fabric covering those few last places on your body, and you swear that you might spontaneously combust just from the wash of hot breath over your sensitive skin. "Yours," you breathe out, watching every tiny movement. "Te amo."
“Te amo.” The sentiment, the promise, is whispered out right before his mouth descends on your most intimate places. The king gorging on his queen to be.
Instead of a shock or a jolt, you melt even further into the bed, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed for one long moment before you pry them open again to watch everything. Javi’s mouth is bliss. Quick flicks where they feel best and long laps when that is exactly what you need. It has you twisting underneath him in no time, fingers tangling in the sheets and breath coming in needy pants.
You are so soft, so responsive to him. Giving him wordless praise as you move under his touch. Javi's touch stays soft, grip light as he lets you move your hips as you feel like you need to. Not anchoring you down, but allowing you both to drift along the bed.
Your fingers comb through his curls, not pulling or scratching but anchoring you to him in one more place. Since you’re always feeling like you could float away, an anchor seems like a good idea.
Javi has always been a giver, the love 'em and leave 'em playboy image had been crafted by the press, in their attempt to scrounge for whatever tidbits of information they could. All of his previous lovers had been bound by non-disclosure agreements, a necessity so there weren't interviews talking about the future king's prowess as a lover. If interviews had happened, they would have said that Javier was generous, slightly submissive and intimate every time he had touch one of them. Now, with you, he's even more so. Wanting his future queen to luxuriate in his arms, in his bed, to be pleased enough that you would never seek solace somewhere else.
Having had every intention of watching him as he indulges in you, his attention is too sweet. It comes in waves too strong to deny. The overwhelming pleasure has you closing your eyes and moaning softly so that it's just for his ears. It's extraordinarily indulgent and so intensely romantic that if your whole body wasn't on fire from pleasure you might be tearing up over how loving he is.
Javi hums into you, taking your sounds greedily and keeping them for himself. Memorizing how you sound, how you look this first time together.
The vibrations roll through you, every sound from his lips increasing the pleasure and caring you off on an absolute cloud. The coil in your core is starting to tighten too quickly and you know that as much as you want this to last forever, there will be so many more nights like it to come. And for that matter? This night has only begun.
Javi's fingers caress your skin, sliding over the slopes and planes, reveling in the divots and creases. Coming underneath his tongue and circling your entrance lightly.
Pants and whines come with your twisting body, back arching and eyes popping open to not only be as close to him as possible but to watch the exact moment that your body gives in to pleasure. The way his eyes have darkened with desire but never leave you gives you an extra shiver of arousal that rolls all the way through your body even as you cum.
This is moment where you are completely his. This moment. When your eyes burst open even wider than before and your entire body lurches up in pleasure as you start to come apart for him.
“Fuck, Javi!” When you can finally take a deep breath again, you comb your fingers through his hair and whimper into the candlelit night. “You’re incredible.”
He hums, deflecting the praise even as he preens. “You are incredible.” He insists. “So responsive.”
"And you're the one who gave me something to respond to." You won't let him wiggle out of accepting your praise, even if you're feeling too limp at the moment to wag a playful finger at him.
"Do you want more, my love?" He asks, softly, stroking your hip and hoping that the night will continue.
The fingers that were buried in his curls caress his cheek, and you nod eagerly. “I never want to stop,” you confess, already addicted to the way he touches you.
“Then we will never stop.” He promises, smiling indulgently. “All of our state affairs will be conducted right here in this bed.”
“That might be awkward for some of your advisors,” you laugh, loving the way he completely and totally indulges in both you and in this moment.
“Perhaps a screen between us and our visitors.” He teases, kissing up your body and smiling at the way you laugh. It’s gorgeous and completely encompassing him.
“That will solve everything.” A sage nod is bowled over by a moan as he kisses between your breasts and your head falls back on the pillows again.
“Beautiful, my beautiful queen.” He praises, tongue circling your nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.
A part of you wonders if this is how he always is with new lovers, or if he is being especially attentive and romantic because he knows what tonight is for you. The fact that he is the first and only man you'll ever be with in this way seems to make every feeling that much more heightened.
He works your tits until they are sore, aching with the attention he is lavishing on you. The small cry of pleasure you give is almost pained and it's beautiful in its pitch to his ears. Your thighs squeeze his torso and he chuckles as he kisses back up your body to your lips. "Are you ready, my love?" He asks softly, wanting to make sure you are wanting to take the next step now.
"Sí." You've been all but begging for him the entire time he's been between your legs, but at this point your mind is blank to absolutely anything else. "Please, amor. More. Por favor."
“I cannot deny you.” He promises, thankful that you do not want to stop. “Wish to give you the world, amor.” Reaching between you, his fingers wrap around his length and guide him to the position. “Now, I give you myself.”
It is a fitting tribute, considering how your world has narrowed down to only him, but the words to point it out are lost. With the slow, steady push forward, your mind fades to fuzz and your voice sticks in your throat for a moment before a deep moan cuts through the night air. Every small roll of his hips is ecstasy, filling you little by little, and you swear you’ve never felt anything as divine before in your entire life.
Javi takes his time, bracing himself over you. There's no fear of pain, no issue with the archaic bedding and taking of your virginity, but he still slowly rolls his hips forward. Wanting the feeling of taking him for the first time to be nothing but bliss for you as he kisses along your jaw.
You pant his name as he fills you, grateful not to feel any of the pinching or pain that you had heard warnings of from other girls as you grew up. The concept of virginity might be made up but there is still a very real physicality associated with it, and having an experienced partner makes all the difference. For you there is nothing but pleasure and the all-encompassing feeling of being surrounded by the man you want to give everything to.
“Beautiful.” He whispers the words into your skin. Finding the strength to hold back. With you, everything seems so smooth, organic. As if this was always meant to be, and in a way, it has. His hand slides behind your head and cradles it gently as he groans, buried completely in the warmth of your body and hopefully your heart.
"So good." With your face buried in his shoulder, you press kisses to his skin and roll your hips to adjust to the feeling of being so full.
“You are so perfect.” His tone is strained, holding back as he waits for you to be ready for more than just him inside you.
"You can move, mi amor." One more shift of your hips makes both of you moan, and you let your legs hitch up higher on his hips so he can sink that much deeper inside you. "Please move. God you feel amazing."
The kiss he gives you is tender, meant to soothe your restlessness as he draws his hips back. Groaning against your lips at how tight you feel, how right you feel. Javi isn't inexperienced, but he feels like he's never had sex before. At least not had an emotional or physical connection like this before.
There is nothing hurried tonight. No rushing. Nothing but bliss as the two of you start to move together. His hands wrap under you to hold you close, encourage your back to bend and arch into his body. Your arms come around him just as tight. Your breath comes in shallow pants. And it's perfect.
Every moan you give him is music, a note in his ear that makes him move. Worshiping you with his own body, giving you everything he has and it still isn't enough.
If there was a word more than perfect, you wish you knew what it was. You wish you could express just how extraordinary this moment feels. How right it all is. And how grateful you are that this is where life has brought the two of you. Instead, all you can see to conjure for words are gasps of his name and moaned praise with every drive of his hips.
Javi takes his time. There's no pace that he sets other than one to make sure that both of you feel everything. Languidly rocking his hips with murmured praises, and hushed gasps shared between you. Tears building up behind his eyes as he stares down at you in wonder.
“Want to— fuck, so good—try everything with you,” you manage to gasp out between moans, adoring the loving pace but wanting to experience as much as possible. Even during the first time.
"We will, amor." He promises, holding you close and giving a sharp thrust to change the tempo.
The way that has stars bursting behind your eyes is immediate and you cling to his shoulders that much more tightly with your fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his back as you moan.
You like that. Javi twitches inside you and gives you another thrust, hoping for the same reaction. Wanting you to enjoy every second you are in bed with him.
The different angle and sharper thrusts hits something different inside you. Like breath being pushed into you and out all at once. It makes your eyes burst open again before you squeeze them shut tight, trying to hold on to that sharp shot of pure pleasure.
"Is that what you like?" He murmurs in wonder. "You like it a bit faster? Harder?" He loves the way your entire body tightens under him and it's squeezing him tight. "Tell me what you need, amor."
You want to try everything, and you've told him that, but whatever he's doing now feels like a revelation. "How deep can you–" The thought is cut off with a moan. "If I – oh god – hold my legs?"
Javi leans back, pushing your leg up onto his shoulder and leans forward again. Pushing deep.
"Oh, fuck!" All at once your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open. "Oh my god–so fucking good, baby."
He groans, eyes darkening with desire and love. "Want you to feel good. Want you to cum for me, amor."
Under normal circumstances you really would pride yourself on being more articulate, but every time Javi pushes his hips forward you temporarily forget how to even think, let alone speak. All you know for sure is that if he keeps doing what he's doing now, it will not take you long at all to fall apart for him again. "More," you moan out, fingernails biting half-moons in his shoulders. "You feel so good, amor."
“Give you ev-everything.” He moans, nodding as he rocks his hips and dips his head down to kiss you again. Needing the extra contact and it presses him deeper.
You gasp into his kiss, the change of angle and how deep he feels inside you making you feel like a firework about to explode. A shiver runs down your entire body that seems never to end and your core tightens with determination. When you cum for him this time it will hit you like a freight train and leave you wrecked.
His hips knock against the back of your thigh, pulling grunts out of him that he pours into you. Still holding you as tenderly as he can while he thrusts harshly.
“Javi—” The sound of his name is always sweet to your ears but right now it feels like it’s an absolute prayer. “I’m—I’m going to—oh god!”
Javi groans your name, loving that you are coming apart for him. Watching as your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide before they flutter closed.
This is your new definition of bliss. Head tossed back with Javi buried deep inside you while you fall apart at the seams, pussy clenching his cock so tightly that he loses his rhythm right along with you. Existing only with him in such a deeply intimate and personal moment is breathtaking.
His breath stutters, caught in his lung and he’s unable to think of anything but you. The grip you have on him and the way your body begs him to follow you into bliss has him giving in.
Truly you thought the feeling of fullness couldn’t be any more complete, and then he starts to cum. Painting the walls of your throbbing pussy with his seed and making you groan all over again while the two of you pant for breath and cling to each other in the collapsed heap of your bodies tangled in bedclothes. It’s the closest to whatever heaven is that you’ve ever felt in your life and you swear that if there really is such a thing as soulmates, this is what it feels like to be with yours.
Your skin is sweat slick and his own is equally damp. Making it warm and wet when he collapses against you and tucks his face into your neck. Kissing your pulse gently. "I love you." He whispers softly.
"Te amo." You turn your head to kiss him, basking in the glow of his affection and the adrenaline high that comes from sex in general. Sex with Javi is a whole other level.
"Te amo, my queen." He whispers, smiling against your lips and feeling like he is finally whole. This is what it's like. He hums in delight, hoping that this feeling never fades.
“My king.” It’s almost odd to acknowledge, having grown up your whole life in a country without a monarchy, but here he is. He is deeply loving, devoted, king, and he is your king. Loving him is as natural as breathing, especially in this moment of quiet between you.
Javi reluctantly moves, aware that you should not be pressed down by his weight for too long and he groans quietly as he pulls out of you. "Wait here, I will get something to clean you up."
“Don’t be gone long.” There’s nothing you want less than for him to leave you, but clean up is…rather important.
He smiles at you and nods before he hurries into the bathroom so he can get the cloth and slide back into your arms.
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It is worth noting that, while the commissioners of the book are named, the laborer is not. In the image, he is indicated by the curious titulus over the left-hand figure’s head: ILLE, literally HE who made it. His name might not matter, but his activity does: this is the one “who suffered this for your name.” He is identified not by a name but by the pointed finger of a pronoun and the noun scriptor. The associated verb is patior, to suffer. It was not easy to make a book. “Ille” is only a pronoun and an occupation. His brothers and sisters studied in this book are freer with their names. They are the monastic book-makers of tenth-century northern Iberia, and they are generous with information. They tell us where they worked, for whom, and how they felt about it. They name themselves and date their activity. They know they will be read, too, and speak directly to those who will hold and use the books they made. They are insistent in their reminders that reading is not just an encounter with “text,” nor even with a book, but also and essentially a relationship with the work of someone’s hands. This is for you, they say; keep me and my labor in mind. This book wants to remember the labor of “Ille” and of many other book-workers like him. It began in response to an invitation extended from a monastery in what is now north-central Spain. At 6 A.M. on Friday, April 11 of the year 945 CE a monastic named Florentius wrote a colophon into what would be the last gathering of the book he was finishing. “If you want to know,” he wrote, “I will explain to you in detail how heavy is the burden of writing” [si uelis scire singulatim nuntio tibi quam grabe est scribturae pondus]. Without waiting for an answer, Florentius laid it out: writing “mists the eyes. It twists the back. It breaks the ribs and belly. It makes the kidneys ache and fills the whole body with every kind of annoyance” [oculis caliginem facit. dorsum incurbat. Costas et uentrem frangit. Renibus dolorem inmittit et omne corpus fastidium nutrit]. Invitation: come feel what it’s like to make a book by hand.
Catherine Brown. Remember the Hand: Manuscription in Early Medieval Iberia.
Emphasis mine.
#manuscripts#codicology#medieval#catherine brown#remember the hand: manuscription in early medieval iberia#history#emphasis mine
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this time i gotta know, where did my daddy go?
Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong / Catherine Lacey Cut / Agustin Gómez-Arcos (tr. William Rodamor) The Carnivorous Lamb / unknown / Kellin Childhood trauma / Nguyệt Lê Girl Memories Drawing / Reynier Llanes Stay / Nicola Yoon The Sun is Also a Star / Clementine von Radics
i. Ocean Vuong, Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong
[ "Don't worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets" ]
ii. Catherine Lacey, Cut
[ "if you're raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. you will find him even when he is not there." ]
iii. Augustin Gomez-Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb
[ "The word 'Father' rotted in my mouth" ]
iv. unknown
[ "LET YOUR DAD DIE: IT'S FINE / IT'S FINE / IT'S WHAT HE DID TO HIS DAD / IT'S WHAT HE WOULD DO FOR YOU" ]
v. Kellin, Childhood trauma
[ "My father had the kind of anger all fathers do. / Loud and terrible. / It lingers for your whole life." ]
vi. Nguyet Le, Girl Memories Drawing
[ Drawing of a woman with long, straight black hair and a somber expression reaching out into a white void shaped like a man. Her hand pushes straight into his torso. ]
vii. Reynier Llanes, Stay
[ Painting of a brunette woman wearing a pink dress with her back turned towards the viewer. She rests one hand on the balcony and holds another up. Beside her is the transparent form of a person sitting on the balcony looking down at her. ]
viii. Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star
[ "I wish I still felt that way. Growing up and seeing your parents' flaws is like losing your religion. I don't believe in God anymore. I don't believe in my father either." ]
ix. Clementine von Radics
[ "Every time a man yells / you are seven years old again / and he is packing that suitcase / once more. Picking you up by the neck, teaching you obedience. To be soft, / like the belly of a fish / exposed to a knife." ]
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🎃Trick or treat!! >:3c 🍬🍫🍭
I was going to make a snippet, I really was, but the words...they do not want to make themselves known, so have a much shorter piece.
Sneaking a peak at the journal Jason left behind, Tim starts to leaf through it. Because if it was actually something secret, Jason wouldn't have just left it somewhere Tim could easily find it. Ergo, Jason wants Tim to look. On the first page is a list of names. Thomas, Martha, Jonathan, Mary, Catherine, Willis, Jack, Janet— Okay a little weird that Jason listed out all the names of every deceased parent within the bats but there's probably a reason for that. The next page is full of names, this time of the bats themselves. And then their teammates...and then the names of their teammates parents? And then a whole page of every derivative of John. Okay this is starting to get weird. "Oh good, you're reading my do not name book," a smooth tenor says behind him. Tim doesn't jump, he just momentarily jerked upwards. To stretch, yeah, he totally wasn't surprised. Tim turns around to see his boyfriend (his boyfriend, he can't actually get over how bright and bubbly that word makes him feel inside). Handsome as ever, even with dark circles that look more like Tim's than the norm for a Gotham vigilante. The baby has been taking a lot out of him. "Your what book?" Tim said dumbly, a little too busy staring at his boyfriend, in his soft sweater that's been stretched out over his belly. Six months since the news and while Tim has stepped up he's also jelly legged with nerves about everything, especially with how they've only technically started dating less than six weeks ago.
Basically the idea is JayTim pregnancy fic with Jason trying to find a name not tied to any bat legacy at all because he isn't about to subject his kid to being named after someone dead, or worse, someone still alive who will be incredibly smug about it. Too bad they know way too many people. (For the trick or treat ask game. Open through the 31st, it might not always be dc but eh we'll see how it goes)
#Azol's asks#Azol's words#This idea has actually been in my mind for a while#Partially because I don't like it when fic authors just name the kid characters Thomas Martha John Mary or Catherine#Also because I just don't think Jason would LIKE to give his kid some sort of legacy name#he'd have to be talked into it which would happen in some ships but I don't think it would for jaytim at least#jaytim
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Change of Plan - Never Ever Have I - 2024 Post Season Blurb
Just a blurb to ease the pain of the Pens not making the playoffs.
On Exit Interview day, Sidney and Evie find that sometimes plans change.
Warning- contains spoilers of Sidney and Evie's 2024 life; Sidney and Evie smut- semi-public sex, talks of breeding
The chapter that started it all-
Thursday - April 18th - Crosby house - Sewickley, PA
Sidney laid on his belly in the living room and meticulously stacked blocks in a tower while his daughter watched. When he placed the last block on the top of the tower, he would grin and say, “Cat-Cat, do you like my tower? Isn’t it so tall?”
She would clap her hand and nod her head, “Tall Daddy…. Tall”. Then she would proceed to knock the tower down much to Sidney’s feigned shock and sadness. Sidney would put his head down and pretend to cry while looking sideways at the brunette beauty who was the perfect combination of her parents. “Daddy build,” his daughter would instruct, “Daddy build.”
He would grin at her before sighing dramatically, “Okay, but don’t knock it down again.” She would smile and clap as he rebuilt the tower. They were currently in round twelve of the game when the front door opened. Trina and Troy stepped into the house and Catherine abandoned Sidney in his place. She waddled over to her grandmother and held up her arms. Trina scooped her up and swung her around.
Sidney stood up and looked at his parents in confusion. “I wasn’t expecting you two this morning,” he smiled.
Trina began to speak before Evie cut her off.. “Beso, I asked them to come over to stay with Catherine,” she explained as she descended the stairs. Sidney turned to her with a look of confusion. Evie stopped at the bottom of the stairs, hugged her in-laws, and kissed Catherine on the cheek. “I have some errands to run before the party tomorrow night,” she said as she turned to Sidney, “I thought I would drop you off for your exit stuff and then pick you up afterwards so we could have some lunch together.” The Crosbys were hosting a combination party that night. They were celebrating the end of the season, and Jeff Carter’s just announced retirement.
Sidney processed the information quickly. While he couldn’t produce a logical objection to her plan, something seemed amiss. Evie was far too dressed up for simple errands. For errands, she defaulted to yoga pants. Instead she wore a short red dress which she paired with sparkly flats. However, he dismissed the thought and they proceeded to get ready to leave.
THREE HOURS LATER- UPMC Lemieux Sports Complex
“Geno!” Evie yelled at the tall Russian.
He turned to her with a smile. “Evie- you sight for hurt eyes.”
“Sore eyes - sight for sore eyes,” Evie corrected.
Geno rolled his eyes. Evie was the only person who had enough audacity to correct his English. He pretended to be annoyed but he appreciated her concern. “Sore eyes,” he repeated, “Nice to see my friend. It has been too long.”
“It was last week,” she laughed as she hugged him. “How is our boy?” she asked quietly. They shared a look. They both knew the results of the season had the capability to bring out the worst in Sidney.
“He’s good,” Geno spoke, the relief evident in his voice. “He's in the locker room,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. “Nikita is waiting for me. I will see you tomorrow night. He can't wait to see his Evie,” Geno joked as he walked away from her.
“Give him hugs from me!” She called to him before she turned to walk to the locker room.
Sidney sat alone at his locker. His personal effects were packed neatly in his duffle bag along with the additional bag of swag that that equipment team put together for Catherine. The Penguins staff had left the room to allow him time to gather his thoughts. “So another year of missing the playoffs,” he thought to himself. The thought ruminated in his brain as he tried to summon any sort of emotion. In the past, he would have imagined that there would be feelings of disappointment, even anger, but today he felt nothing.”Well, that’s not true,” he corrected himself. He felt a sort of resigned acceptance of the season's outcome. The acceptance was married with a feeling of anticipation and dare he say-happiness?
He looked forward to spending the next few months with Catherine and Evie. His daughter was such a happy toddler and spending time with her filled him with a peace that he didn’t quite understand. His thoughts turned to Evie who also brought him peace. She also lit a fire in his soul and he looked forward to relishing every minute he could. He needed to reconnect with her in a way that was simply impossible to do during the season.
He was so lost in thought that he barely heard Evie’s knock on the door. “Beso?” she said as she poked her head into the locker room, “Is there anyone else in here? I don’t want to intrude.” He shook his head no and she walked in gracefully. She looked around the room then turned to him with a smile on her face.
“You look happy, Mon Etoile,” he remarked, “How did you errands go?”
“Mission accomplished,” she said as she walked towards him, “Everything is set for tomorrow. Deliveries begin at 4 pm.” He nodded in understanding. Then he smiled and held out his hand to her, a silent invitation. She sat down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “You know Beso,” she drawled, “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Do what?” he asked.
“Come into this room and not remember that night almost six years ago,” she laughed, “How do you not picture me bent over this bench when you come to work every day?”
“Ohhh,” he responded as he deftly wrapped his arm around her and lifted her onto his lap, “I do remember it. I remember it every day.” His voice trailed off and he blinked his eyes that suddenly filled with tears.
“On a good day, it is a reminder of how much life can change with a single decision,” he spoke softly. “On a bad day, it is a reminder that I have someone waiting for me at home who loves me unconditionally. That all of this…..” He waved his hand around and continued, “All of this is nothing compared to the life that we made together.” He put his hand on her cheek, “So yes, I think about it every time I enter this room- even after all this time.”
“You do know how to woo a lady,” she leaned forward and kissed him gently, “Speaking of wooing, come with me, Beso.” She hopped up and held out her hand. He looked at her hand and then her face before grabbing onto it.
“Evie, where are we going? Should I be scared?” he joked as they exited the locker room and walked along the hall toward the rink. Sidney noticed that the hall was suspiciously empty. Evie led them to the bench. On the bench, there were two plastic bottles - one yellow and one black with Penguins logos on each.
“Evie…..” he groaned, ”What are we doing?” The lights to the rink were off. Only light from the hallway illuminated the bench.
“Take a seat in your office, Mr. Crosby,” she directed him to sit.
“Technically this isn't my actual official since it's the practice rink,” he corrected her.
“Take a seat, Beso,” she repeated. Once he was on the bench, she handed him the black bottle while taking the yellow one in her hand. Then she hiked her dress slightly and straddled his body, wrapping her legs behind his back. Then she smiled brightly at him as his eyes adjusted to the low light. “Beso, I am challenging you, “ she started to speak before he interjected.
“To what?” He moaned as lifted his hips to press into her.
“Wait, wait, wait…” She shook her head, “I have a whole plan.” His hands went under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass, pulling her into his crotch. “Beso, seriously - I have a plan,” she moaned as he grinned into her.
“Well, now I have a plan,” he kissed her neck. “Did you arrange privacy, Mon Etoile? Was that part of your plan?” The friction between their bodies filled her with pleasure that it was difficult to think.
“Yes,” she moaned, “The rink is ours.”
“Good,” he pushed her off his lap, spun her around and lifted her skirt in one smooth motion. “Oh no panties, Mon Etoile? Such a naughty woman, but i am changing the plan. Want to know the new plan, Evie?”
“I am pretty sure I can figure it out,“ she teased before she swatted his hand away. However she made no other movement. Instead she leaned forward and placed her elbows on the bench railing.
“Evie,” he groaned as he stood and unbuttoned his pants, “You will like my plan. I promise. Want to hear it?” He leaned over her back and pressed his erection against her slick folds. She nodded yes, afraid she might not be able to control the volume of her moans.
He slid into her effortlessly. “My new plan is to put another baby into you,” he moaned as his cock was enveloped into her warmth. Evie smiled. This was her favorite of Sidney’s kinks. He got so turned on imagining impregnating her like he was a prized stallion in need to continue his bloodline. He pulled her up to kiss her neck before he reached around to use his fingers to enhance her pleasure. “We have all summer, Evie,” he whispered into her ear, “All summer for me to fill you every morning and night with my seed. You’ll be pregnant by the time the season starts.”
“Do it, Beso,” she moaned, “Fill me up right now.”
“Yes, I'm going to put a boy in you,” he hissed as his thrusting sped up, “My son.” The idea of his second child being conceived in an ice rink fueled his passion. It wasn’t long before they both collapsed from their mutual orgasms. He had a momentary panic when he noticed the drips slowly going down her thighs. His eyes darted around the bench as he pulled up his pants.
Evie shook her head, adjusted her dress then pulled a small hand towel from her purse. Sidney smiled, “Oh so you planned on me making a mess out of you today.” He took the towel from her hand, bent down and gently cleaned her thighs. He followed with kisses as he guided her back to the bench.
Evie leaned her head back and moaned softly, “Something like that. I knew that it was a distinctly possibility, which is why they shut down the rink for us,” she teased as she pulled out panties from here , “Knowing our past, it seemed like a safe bet.”
“What was your plan?” he as scooped her and placed her on his lap. He nodded his head toward the black and yellow bottles. “We're those involved” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes, before you so rudely interrupted me, I was going to challenge you to a game of “Never Ever Have I - married edition,” she joked.
“We can still play,” he kissed her cheek, “I just got caught up in the moment.” His hand instinctively went to her stomach. “Maybe the ice will bring us luck,” he grinned, “Just like with Catherine.”
“Not so sure about that, Beso,” she grinned.
“You don't think it worked? Why?” he did some mental math, “Shouldn't you be ovulating now?” Evie opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. “What? Am I wrong?”
“I should be surprised that you know when I ovulate, but I am not, “ she softly kissed his lips. “But to answer your question, no- I am not ovulating,” she sighed, “Definitely not. All that work was unproductive.”
“You don’t think we conceived just now?” He whispered. It started a joke- a way to engage in their favorite kinks but the idea took root in his mind. The more he thought about it, the stronger the desire became. “You don't think we conceived or you are not ready for another child?” he asked.
“No, Beso- I don't think we just conceived a baby,” she kissed his nose, “and I hope to God that we are ready.” His eyes searched her face in question. She sighed and reached for her purse. “Close your eyes,” she ordered. His face scrunched up as she put her hands behind her back.
“I am sorry to disappoint you, Beso, but you didn't put a baby inside of me today,” she said with a soft smile. His face dropped and her hand went to his cheek. “See, you can't put a baby inside of me,” she kissed him gently, “because there is already one there.”
Confusion spread across this face. “What do you mean there is a baby inside you?” he asked in a small voice.
“I mean that I am pregnant,” she grinned, “Surprise!”
She watched as the realization sunk into his brain. “I can't put a baby into you because there is already a baby inside of you. There is a baby inside of you,” he spoke to himself. “There is a baby inside of you, which means you’re pregnant, which means that you are going to have a baby,” he uttered. Suddenly all of the dots connected and exclaimed,”WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!!! A BABY!!! EVIE….EVIE….A BABY!!!”
“Are you sure?” he asked. She pulled the sonogram picture from behind her back and handed it to him. He studied it silently. Evie wiped his tears. A million questions flooded his brain. He opened his mouth, and they flew out. She patiently listened.
“I took a test on last week when you were on the road. The OB confirmed it today, “ she explained, “He is due the second week of December.”
“He?” he grinned, “You think the baby is a boy, or do you know yet?”
“Too soon to tell,” she answered, “but this one feels different than Catherine. Maybe it's because we weren't planning on it. Are you sure you're happy? I know you like things planned, and having a baby during the season isn't ideal…..”
“Evie,” he pulled her into a hug and squeezed her tight. “You taught me that the best things are unplanned. You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and you were a complete surprise. I wasn't looking for you, but one game of Never Ever Have I later, here we are.”
He glanced at the bottles, “Sorry for ruining your plans, Evie.”
“It's okay,” she laughed, “it worked out.”
“Wait,” he announced, “I have one.”
“One what?” she asked.
“One Never Ever Have I,” he answered as he hand instinctively went to her belly.
“What is it?” she placed her hand on top of his.
“Never Ever Have I been so happy,” he beamed.
Evie reached for bottles of water and took a drink, “Me too, Beso, me too.”
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I have been seeing many comments about the fake pregnancy, and the truth is that I think it was real (not because I defend her) but it was noticeable, both in her obvious pregnancy belly and in her physical appearance, whatever…
Now, that Rob is the father, no one can know, but what is certain is that pregnancy was definitely not in their plans, at that time she was in the middle of concerts and Rob as always working. But you know what happened, Kristen went to Rob’s birthday and they saw each other and according to Catherine they were happy to have met, all this happened at Rob’s house where obviously S was, then Suki saw everything that happened and I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt on the side and was afraid of losing him.
And this makes a little more sense ’cause just a month later she was pregnant, why? Rob would stay with her and he was going to do it with more reason being a baby in between.
What do u think?
I think...I'm going to agree to disagree.
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Cute picture Dipper and Mabel with Stan. I have a fanfic where he babysits the twins super cute.
May /5/2000
5:00pm Michael and Catherine are dropping the twins at his uncle Stan’s so they can head to their late wedding anniversary.Catherine wanted to let Stan babysit and her mom can’t because she has the flu .Michael is a bit worried about leaving the babies with him. He doesn’t really know him that well,but he’s the only other person that can’t babysit on such short notice.Because he’s parents are on vacation."Are you sure you can take care of them for a night Stan.
Mabel is attached to her brother and Mason is very sensitive to new people are you really sur.." Michael ask him but Stan cuts his off"Mike I'm sure I can,I babysat you before right" "I don't remember that at all please just be careful" Michael pleaded. " I'm pretty sure besides I have my 12 year old employee to help me out"Stan reassures him. "Here my phone number just in case make sure to follow the list" Catherine tells him.Michael hands him the babies Stan holds them he blows on Mabel's belly she giggles and tickles Dipper he laughs.The twins are tiny the size of his hand Michael leaves on a date with his wife Catherine.
"What should we do with them first"he asked Soos "lets let the little dudes play" Soos suggested they play with the babies for a little bit. The twins are 10 months old and their hair is short curly light brown color . Dipper is wearing a green onesie with little trees on it.He picked up a black dog toy and played with it. Mabel is wearing a green onesie with little stars. Her hair was in two little ponytails. Mabel is playing with a cat stuffed animal then Mabel hugs Dipper he looks at Soos. Soos take a picture. Stan try to play with the babies to mixed results. “Raaa I’m going to eat you.. umm that what boys like right” he shows Dipper the plastic dinosaur. Dipper giggles looks up at him and babbles nonsense.As if to say in his own baby language thank for that wonderful reenactment of a great terrifying Tyrannosaurus rexs. He takes the Dino out of his hand and sucks on it. “Ok well I tried” he says.
5:30 pm " Oh no what's that smell" Stan groaned "I think some little dude made a poopy" Soos picks up Dipper he looks confused he wasn't to happy, about being taken away from his sister he screamed .Stan picks up Mabel she cries and reaches out for him "oh it's ok little dude you'll see her after I'm done"and Soos cleans him up and changes his diaper"Yea your ok sweetie" Stan kisses her on the cheek she smiles he puts her down then cleans her up and changes her diaper.And after they put the twins on the blanket and they crawl to Each other he hugs her and they have a happy reunion.
6:00 pm Dinner time They feed the babies mashed Broccoli and cut up spaghetti. The babies eat some of the food and are full but Dipper is more interested in throwing his food from his high chair onto the floor and he is fascinated by the affects of gravity. His bib he was wearing didn't prevent him from getting dirty. It blended into his onesie.He tried to eat his food by putting it through his face.
Mabel is enjoying decorating her high chair and her onesie, and the bib she was wearing did not help her from completing her masterpiece she threw it on the floor.They had a chocolate chip cookie for dessert. Stan spilled the cookie in half and they both excitedly picked it up and ate it. They think this new food thing tastes good and they want more.
"Oh no are you sure you don't need my help look at them"Soos ask see how the babies have food all over their faces and their clothes the babies stare at them. Mabel try to eat her hand Dipper stick his tongue out at them they are thinking were not messy we look great. "No I'm fine all I have to do is give them a bath and put them to bed but can you clean their high chair"Stan picks up the two dirty stinky babies, and carries them upstairs. "Sure you got it dude" after he leaves.
6:30pm bathtime
"Ok their you go sweetie" he puts her in the bath she splashes the water, she sticks out her tongue he laughs Dipper starts crawling away."Hey were you going you Little Goober" he grab him gently and Dipper wines he puts him in the bubbly tub.
He rinses them with warm water, he scrubs shampoo in Mabel's hair softly and gently lather her body. She grabs his nose, he smiles and rubs her little feet and she giggles. " Your turn"he rubs shampoo into Dipper's hair and he squirms and moves and hisses like a kitten. “Hold still kid I'm almost done, you smell like poop and you have spaghetti all over your face stop your crying you stinky need a to be washed” he scrubs his body. He rubs his belly Dipper giggles as the twins play, with the bubbles and toys.Mabel holds a bubble in her hand, Dipper touches it he doesn't understand what it is and pops it she cries.Because her brand new discovery is destroyed. "Oh no umm look at this" hands her a rubber ducky she calms down.
He rinses them off and they splashes water on him a little bit "hey stop it" he laugh.Then dries the babies off,brushed their hair and put their clean diapers and onesies on. Dipper onesie is a lammy it has ears and little a tail,Mabel's is piggy has little ears and a little tail. He picks them up and shows them the attic "see this is going to be your guys room when you come" the attic had some junk in it and plan walls. Mabel giggles and smiles Dipper eat his hand. He walks downstairs and he holds them and feed them their bottles,"I hope you two are happy a quit smoking because you both.It wasn't easy but I've stopped forever" the babies smile at him he looks at those little faces and believes it's worth it the twins are happy that he's healthy.Or maybe something else they look up at him they make weird faces,"don't puke on me again" he unfortunately remembers when they made that face earlier.He try to burps them they burp and he puts the babies in their crib tucked them in.
Bedtime 7:00 pm
He walks over to his chair and the twins look at him. He can only see little noses and their sad puppy dog eyes. They look at each other and think of a plan to get attention and they cry. He walks back over and they stop, he takes a step back and they cry again."Fine you can sleep with me" they all slept in his chair he wrapped and tucked them in with a warm blanket and cuddled them. "I wish you guys could’ve meet my brother. He would have loved you guys"
Dipper started to cry then Mabel started to cry hearing her brother cry "what is it" he said annoyed he cuddled Dipper trying to comfort him. “Shhh you’re ok Dippy I’m sorry for scaring you I just don’t know what’s wrong” he put his hand by Dipper's mouth by accident, Dipper teeths on Stan's finger "great I'm a teething ring now". Mabel stopped crying she is still awake "you up do you realize young lady, what you put me through tonight" she babbles nonsense
"good answer can you give me a kiss" she kisses his chin . "You know something you little pumpkin I love you" he kisses her on the cheek and she goes to sleep. Holding both of them he thinks about how cute they are and he loves them. He can't wait until they can start walking and talking so he can spend more time with them.He thinks about how the twins hate being separated his mom would tell him that him and his brother they hate being separated too as babies.And he and his brother acted just like the them at that age
"Wish you were here right now sixer" he said to himself and fell asleep."Stanford,...uncle Stan...Stan!" Michael wakes him up "I'm awake I'm awake your back". "How was it ?" He asks as Catherine picks up her babies and they sleep in her arms. "Great it was so fun" "nice did you everything on the list" she said.
"yes, change feed,bathe,put them down to sleep". Stan said bye to the twins he pats their heads softly "bye bye I love you" they hear him they smile in their sleep. "Thank you so much I can't wait to do this again bye"Catherine told him "bye see you soon".
September/ 2/ 2001
Stan is visiting the just turned two years olds twins ,The toddlers play hide and seek with him in the living room Stan pick them up.And he sits down on a light purple couch and put them on his knees Mabel was wearing a purple dress, Dipper was wearing red shirt and red teal shorts. The twins are learning to talk.They can say simple words like mommy,daddy,car,hungry.
"Piggy" she said "can you say great uncle Stan"he tried to get her to say "G..G..Gr..Grunkle Stan" she blurted out "close enough"he rubbed her head. "Grunkle Stan" Dipper repeats and giggles "I guess that's my name now hun" he tickles them they laugh and giggles.
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With Respect to Harry and Meghan’s Australia Tour, from an Aussie:
1) A fair few of their engagements were at popular tourist spots, so the spots had a crowd anyway, with or without the duo’s presence.
2) The crowds were average to small. The photos are very carefully engineered to make the people who turned up look like massive crowds. They crammed whoever turned up into very small spots and took close range photos to make it seem like there was a crowd, or they whoever turned up and strung then out along a line one or two people deep to create a crowd for the photos. If you know the areas they visited, the manipulation is obvious.
3) William and Catherine were far more popular. I lived through both tours, and I know which one has genuine popularity and organic coverage (the Waleses) and which one was all hype (the Harkles).
4) The tour was supposed to be a solo visit by Harry in support of the Invictus Games, and he was supposed to spend most of it at the games (not just one event and the closing ceremony). The fact that he barely attended the Games and insisted on on inserting Meghan into the event left a sour taste in many mouths (Meghan was never meant to present medals or make a speech, he tantrumed, threatened, pulled rank and blackmailed to get those events for her).
5) No one who had anything to do with Meghan in a service capacity liked her. Harry spent all his time apologising for her behaviour (he still has some sense of decency then).
6) The split tea rumours are true, both the event and BP paying $$$.
7) The tour was so bad that Prince Andrew was sent on an ‘apology tour’ a few weeks later to mend diplomatic ties, while ostensibly doing something for Pitch for the Palace (this was pre Epstein scandal).
8) I believe the other countries the duo visited (New Zealand, Tonga, and Fiji) had a similarly bad experience, if not worse.
9) The popularity of the tour exists only in the Harkle’s PR. For everyone connected with it, it was a disaster - so much so that the late Queen summoned Harry and Meghan to account for their behaviour when they returned to the UK (apparently Meghan cried bug tears and played the pregnancy card at the meeting).
10). If you want to see big crowds, look at the photos of Princess Diana in Australia. She drew massive crowds. The Harkles were lucky if they had an eighth of that amount of people turn up for the, including the tourists already at their destinations.
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Thank you!
So I do remember it was to be only Harry and it was to be solely focused on the Invictus Games. From what I can remember at the time, Meghan had been pushing really hard for a United States victory tour shortly after the wedding and that was denied so when the AUS tour was being planned, Meghan insisted on going and making it into a free vacation.
The whole tour was a disaster from what I recall. Meghan belly-cupping a seven week old fetus, her failing to curtsy to the King and Queen of Tonga, leaving the market after 10 minutes so she could go to a spa...etc...
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Spy Royale
Summary: River Cartwright finally may have found a way out of Slough House when a minor member of the Royal Family is hit with death threats and needs protection. The posh socialite Lady Alice Highgrove is niece to the King and isn’t keen on having some government lacky tagging along after her all day, crimping her style. However, when it becomes very apparent someone is indeed trying to off her, she and River are left untangling a web of deceit that goes back to a very unsuspecting place. Question is will they be able to figure it out before it’s too late for both of them?
Warnings: Violence similar to the show/books and cursing and bodily functions from Jackson Lamb ;-) River Cartwright x OC. As to spoilers I’m trying to stick to the end of season one as the pick-up point of this story so more people can enjoy it.
Word Count: 2,481
Chapter One
River Cartwright huffed up the creaky staircase of Slough House balancing a case of copy paper that had just been delivered.
“Catherine! Where do you want the paper to go? Copy room or your office?”
River started when she soundlessly appeared in front of him from the opposite end of the hall.
“Oh, River – thank you!” she said smiling, almost shyly. “My office. Last time I left it in the copy room half of it disappeared in less than a week. Some people have no qualms about stealing supplies from MI5.”
River pursed his lips and said, “Yeah, what cheap arseholes we work with.” Including himself as guilt washed over him.
“Cartwright!”
River dropped the case of paper at the sound of Lamb’s voice. He knew he should’ve waited till Lamb popped out for lunch next door to bring this upstairs, but River hated how nervous Catherine would get if he left it near the entrance – heaven forbid someone fell in an emergency she always said.
“River do be careful – it almost landed on my foot.”
“So, sorry Catherine,” he said.
River sighed, his shoulders drooping at the thought of dealing with Lamb. He shuffled across the hall to Lamb’s office – entering a thick cloud of cigarette smoke tinged with the rotting remnants of pad Thai in the rubbish bin from the night before.
“You screamed?”
“Is that a question? You’re so daft you don’t recognize my voice?”
River bit his lower lip, forcing himself to not respond to the jab.
“Just making sure.”
“Yeah, well thankfully we don’t have any other rejects from your gene pool cluttering up the office. Good thing your mum quit while she was ahead and stopped at you.”
What an insufferable twat, River thought.
Lamb descended into a coughing fit that shook his whole body. River wondered how he passed his medical every year sounding like a tuberculosis patient.
“Anyway, Lady Di has a task for you – seems you were chosen especially since you’ll relate well to the environment among other things.”
“Oh?” River was curious, but worried given how the Park liked to screw Slough House at every turn.
“Yeah – protection duty.”
River’s face perked up as he imagined some high ranking government official in need of his services. “I’m grateful for the opportunity.”
Lamb grabbed the file nearest him and waved it towards River. River reached over to grab it. “Yeah, don’t thank me yet.” Lamb released the folder and leaned back in his chair as it groaned under the strain of his grith.
River opened the file and frowned. “Why does she need protection if she’s never had it before?”
“Death threats – the Royal Family has been getting a slew since the coronation.”
“Isn’t this detail usually handled by the Met?”
Propping his sock encased feet up on the desk, he leaned back further, hands now resting on his rotund belly. “Yep, not enough resources to babysit a spoiled rich girl.”
“She’s only the niece of the King – they must feel it’s credible to give her protection, no?”
“Seems so. Personally I hate the lot of them. That pomp shite – huge waste of taxpayer money. Anointed by divine right my ass. You wouldn’t catch me bowing to someone who shits just like everyone else.”
Right on cue Lamb ripped a loud fart. River backed away to avoid the oncoming stench.
River flipped through the file, skimming over the threat assessment report and his assignment’s fact sheet. Lady Alice Highgrove, age 28 went to Cambridge University, job socialite. What? That’s not a job. Sure he’d seen her splashed across the gossip pages pictured at glitzy events Royals attended, but he didn’t realize that was all she did. River had a bad feeling about this duty.
“Umm, maybe Louisa would be better suited for this as she’s a woman.” Not that Louisa would get on with a spoiled Royal socialite, but at least she’d maybe vibe with the girly crap he dreaded.
Lamb belly laughed, his greasy hair shaking on his head. “She’d murder her inside of 24 hours.”
“One of the dogs?”
“Nope. Lady Di said her Royalness wanted someone at least somewhat attractive.”
River quirked a half grin.
“Yeah, don’t let that go to your head. You’re not being chosen for your skills, but for your pretty boy looks. Her father the Duke demanded she get government protection – you know him right – Duke of Windemere?”
“Ah, yes – the sketchy one with ties to Middle Eastern sheiks and princes and whispers about underage girls.”
“Yeah, that’s the one – don’t get mixed up in anything dodgy. Trot off to the Park for your gun and a stipend. They’re expecting you.”
“What?” River lit up – they were entrusting him with a gun? Maybe this was his ticket back into the Park.
“God, you look like an excited golden retriever. Don’t fuck this up Cartwright – or else they’ll stuff you in the Tower of London and throw away the key.”
“River,” Catherine chirped at him as he neared the staircase.
He stopped and smiled at her, “Yeah?”
“I had seen the file – I’m so proud you got the detail. I think you have a chance of finally getting out of here. You’re grandfather will be chuffed – protecting a Royal.”
“God, I hope so. And she’s a minor Royal,” River said attempting to down play the importance of the protection detail. He didn’t want to give his hopes up, especially since he didn’t know what Lady Alice was like when she wasn’t smiling in a fashionable ensemble.
“Nonsense! She attends Christmas at Sandringham and Royal Ascot. This is so exciting.”
River chuckled. “I think maybe you’d like the detail more than I would. I’ll text you if I need any insight – which I might.”
Catherine looked down and then focused upwards again on River. “That’s kind you’d think I’d be able to help you.”
River didn’t want to point out the obvious – namely her stack of Royal Life and Hello, arranged neatly in chronological order coupled with a Golden Jubilee mug she had on her desk as dead give aways that she certainly knew more about the world he was about to enter.
River arrived at Regents Park about 30 minutes later, file clutched in his hand with a spring in his step. Security let him through seamlessly as he was on the visitor list for a change and he didn’t even need an escort this time. Things were looking up.
Pushing his way through the maze of corridors, he spotted Spider up ahead holding a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other. River contemplated jogging to catch-up to him, but stopped himself from gloating about the protection detail. Did he need to brag and tempt the fates? No, absolutely not. He had had so little luck since crashing Stanstead that it wasn’t worth the momentary charge it would give him and risk the wrath of karma.
River knocked at an inconspicuous door that required a card swipe which he did not have – yet. He heard shuffling on the other side and the lock disengage. Duffy appeared in the doorway and eyeballed River with a blank look on his face.
“It’s the prodigal nepobaby. I assume you’re here for your service weapon and stipend?”
“Nice to see you too, Duffy. And yes I am,” River said entering the drab windowless office.
“Better you than me. Hope you enjoy garden parties and horse shows and all that posh crap,” Duffy said while unlocking a large metal cabinet. It was the gun safe. He pulled a simple handgun out, checked the tag, jotted down the number onto a form and continued, “Try not to shoot yourself in the foot or worse her with it. You’ll need to sign the form. Let me grab some bullets.”
River signed the release form. Duffy returned with bullets and a small back holster for the weapon. “Oh, and this,” he added, pulling out a credit card from a drawer in his desk. “Remember any charges will require back-up proof of the work necessity for the purchase.”
“Of course, I’ll keep a log. Thanks, Duffy.”
“You need to report to her flat at Kennington Palace at six this evening. She’s attending a fundraiser at the National Portrait Gallery. Look like you belong there – suit, tie – got it?” Duffy said.
“I know how to dress,” River said suppressing an eye roll. No bad karma. He had to stay charming, polite and lose his frustrated attitude about his work.
River arrived early at the Palace to ensure he wouldn’t upset his charge. An actual real life butler answered the door and let him into a foyer more grand than luxury hotels. To the right was a semi-spiral staircase to the left a checkerboard black and white marble floor that led to an archway where he heard a commotion.
A small ball of fur darted out in a blur of brown and white with flying floppy ears. All energy and shrill barking. River took a step back as it charged at him, excited paws scratching on his trouser leg.
“Whoa! Down boy or girl!” River tried backing up more and more till he bumped a plantstand.
“Sir! Have a care, please!” the butler said as he rushed over to steady a large crystal bowl of fresh flowers.
“So sorry,” River responded, feeling his cheeks warm.
In the chaos River hadn’t seen the young woman who he recognized as Lady Alice Highgrove enter. She wore a smirk as she bent down to pick up the energetic dog. “Naughty, naughty Mr. Darcy, you scared mummy’s new friend.” She nuzzled the dog to her cheek while batting her eyes at River.
“Pleased to meet you ma’am,” River extended his hand which she didn’t take and continued, “I’m River Cartwright.”
Lady Alice gave him the once over. “You’ll do, but you are bit more scruffy than I expected. I thought protection detail had to be clean shaven. Oh, and it’s Lady Alice, not ma’am. God, I’m not that old yet,” she said in a very posh RP accent.
She wandered past the archway into another room while River stood there wondering what he was supposed to do. “Well, aren’t you coming? Are you daft or something?”
“Uh, no, I didn’t want to seem impertinent,” River mumbled.
River took a deep breath. He was so out of his league with this detail. He hadn’t had time to find a protocol sheet on what to call her and all that other nonsense etiquette rubbish. He’d text Catherine later for some pointers.
Following Lady Alice into what he assumed you’d call a sitting room, unless it was a drawing room – he had no idea what the difference was to be honest. He watched her drop down on a very overstuffed toile patterned sofa and put her dog down next to her. The dog wasn’t sitting for more than five seconds before he made a bee-line for River again, barking and anxiously scratching all over his leg again.
“He likes you! That’s a good sign. You can pet him, maybe he’ll stop pestering.”
River supressed a sigh. Bending, he patted the fluffy cavalier spaniel’s head and smiled. “Hi there fella.” The dog snarled, snapped a little and River recoiled.
“Mr. Darcy! Stop that!”
“It’s okay, ma – I mean Lady Alice.”
“Is this your first day on the job?” she asked giving side long glance to her butler.
“No, I’m an experienced agent. I assure you.” Just not used to yipping dogs and Royal protocol he felt like adding. River also noticed she wasn’t dressed appropriately for a fundraiser at a museum more like a night out. He glanced at his watch, it was already quarter past five.
“You have somewhere to be?” Lady Alice asked, brow arched, head cocked, not unlike her dog as she too had brown hair and warm, but cunning hazel eyes.
“No, but don’t you? I was told you’re attending an event at the National Portrait Gallery tonight at six.”
“Oh, that’s what I told my parents. No, we’re actually going to Sketch to meet up with a friend of mine for drinks and then maybe a club afterwards.”
River scowled. There was no place more difficult to keep a potential target safe than a bar or nightclub. The noise, the crush of people, the lights, the alcohol and drug use made it a nightmare. Not to mention he couldn’t shadow her into the ladies toilets.
“Do you always look like that or do you have indigestion?” Lady Alice asked, stroking Mr. Darcy’s head.
Taking a deep breath and trying to make his face as neutral as possible, River said, “No. I’m just concerned about the challenge of keeping you safe in a bar or a club.”
“You said you’re experienced. Plus, I can’t believe someone would want to hurt me. I’m like 18th in line or something. I’ve lost track, too many cousins with babies ahead of me.”
He forced a smile. “Yes, I am. Certain venues are just not ideal, especially since I already mapped all the exits out for the National Portrait Gallery and various routes away from the venue just in case.”
Lady Alice hopped off the sofa and strode towards River and patted his cheek nonchalantly, “Aww, how cute, you like to be prepared. James Bond improvises all the time quite well. I suspect you can, too.”
River felt his cheeks burn and bit his lower lip to stifle himself. “With all do respect this isn’t a film and that’s not what MI-5 is like ma’am.” He called her that on purpose – two could play at this game.
“The Sketch is only on the other side of the park and isn’t far from the National Portrait Gallery, so don’t worry, it’s the same escape route back to this heap. Come on, Cartwright, I’ll even let you drive my car,” she said with a wink as she made her way to the foyer. “Wilson, do you have my coat and bag ready?”
River had no choice but to follow after the spoiled Royal. The butler apparently named Wilson helped her into her coat and then handed her the handbag seemingly out of thin air. She clicked open the purse, dropped her phone in and pulled out a set of keys. Wilson opened the door and she exited, River trotted after her with the dog zooming through his legs, almost tripping River. Regaining his composure, he noticed the butler followed them out and saw his minor mishap – not of his doing. However, that didn’t stop Wilson from giving him glaring side-eye.
“You think maybe the dog needs a leash or some training?” River said to no one in particular as he just couldn’t help himself at the sheer frustration. No one paid his comment any mind and he muttered, “Fuck me – I’m screwed.”
#river cartwright#slow horses#slow horses fanfiction#anna elizabeth writes#river cartwright x oc#first fanfic
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‘How long can a baby sit in a soiled diaper’, Alberich typed into the search bar. The answers were discouraging. He sighed and glanced at the toddler playing with his phone charger.
“Couldn’t have waited an hour longer, eh?”, he asked, digging into Catherine’s backpack for one of the spare diapers he’d seen tucked in there. “You didn’t even finish half your fruits, but sure, that was enough to shit yourself.”
Catherine ignored him, busy stuffing the charger between the couch cushions as far as it’d go.
“Well, we’ve all been there, don’t worry…”, Alberich mumbled as he spread a kitchen towel across a counter and sat her down on top of it. The charger tagged along, and thank god for it because Catherine was so distracted tangling the thing up she didn’t fuss as Alberich gingerly peeled the crap-covered garment off her body. There was some undignified wiping he could have done without, a bit of trial and error how to fasten the new diaper, and then the hardest part: wrestling the little duckie-pants Catherine had been sporting back on. They were yellow and cheery, and currently the worst thing in his entire life.
He’d just looped the first pant leg around her foot when Catherine decided she was fed up with lying on some guy’s kitchen counter and struggled to get back up. She grimaced and tried flipping onto her belly, legs getting tangled up with the pants in the process.
“Could you just stop fucking around”, Alberich begged as she started wailing, finally managing to trap the first leg and drag the pants halfway up. “You’re making this worse for both of us.”
But she was crying, making a whole point of it he was sure.
“It’s just pants; I didn’t hurt you”, he stressed, dragging the rest of the garment in place and putting her down on the floor again. “Now you can play.”
But she was crying.
“Look at the duckies”, Alberich tried, pointing at the fabric.
But she was crying, crying and crying.
He gave up reasoning with someone not to be reasoned with and turned on a kids channel on TV. The media didn’t lie; children really only cared about television these days, for the sight of the bright blaring screen made Catherine stop dead in her tracks and shut up. She settled down next to the coffee table, mostly entranced but occasionally babbling things pertaining to the events on the screen.
Alberich had never watched an episode of SpongeBob, and after half an episode he decided he wouldn’t be watching an episode of SpongeBob. He picked Catherine up and lifted her in front of one of his DVD shelves, the one that held all the old school stuff but also movie adaptations of fairytales.
“Pick one”, he told her, swaying her so she was eye level with the Anderson classics. He wasn’t sure about synchronization, but someone who thought noft was a word probably couldn’t distinguish English and Danish anyway.
Catherine kicked out with her foot instead, knocking into a Best of Hitchcock box set and Pulp Fiction.
“Whgaaahg”, she complained.
“You wanna watch those?”
She kicked out again, this time hitting the lamp standing next to the shelf.
Fearing that she was close to losing it again Alberich clumsily grabbed Pulp Fiction while still balancing the toddler, then moved their party back to the couch – he’d seen the movie a couple months ago, but he didn’t mind. Catherine watched the DVD player swallow the disc with a little zzzzt, then cheered as the TV lit up with the production company logo.
“Now look, there’s some really horrid stuff in that one”, he let Catherine know. “And I know you’re probably not processing anything properly anyway, but we’ll be safe and skip it.”
Catherine didn’t seem to mind. When the prologue started rolling Alberich got up to get Catherine her sippy cup and himself a glass of gin. There were also the leftover fruits; If she hadn’t been a baby he might have considered not handing her back the bowel-movement inducing stuff, but he felt a bit less selfish around beings that couldn’t even do anything. He had the same thing around dogs; they were just there, counting on you to not drop the ball entirely. So he handed her the dinosaur-print Tupperware, briefly left to get some ice for his drink, then dropped back down on the couch.
“Look, that’s Amanda Plummer”, he told Catherine, pointing at the screen. “She’s also in Star Trek Picard. Season 3 aired the year you were born, so you might not remember her. She’s one of the more memorable villains though, the first two seasons were abysmal.”
Amanda Plummer pulled a gun and shouted threatening profanities.
“They’re robbing the restaurant”, he explained. Catherine leaned towards him and tried grabbing the glass out of his hands.
“No. Catherine, no. We can watch Pulp Fiction, but I can’t let you drink.”
He squeezed an apple slice into her grabby fist instead.
“When you’re older, I promise. Though if your mother’s any indicator you’ll be preferring brandy by then.”
The scene cut to John Travolta; Catherine gave off a content squeaking kinda noise. Alberich wasn’t sure he made a fine babysitter, but Catherine sure made a fine baby.
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Part 2 of the fun AU idea @withlovebinnie started! I cannot get my brain to stop producing unhinged babysitting scenarios
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