#Yes. been playing apex to give myself sanity

[sapphic-woes]

Sobbing crying screaming on the floor can I lick ur boots ma'am.

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

Lace Panties

((A/N: Yet another one that was a request I completed and the whole post in its entirety got deleted. I can’t believe how many requests I actually got at the beginning when I started writing for Seventeen. I need everyone to keep in mind that these requests ARE old and were written before I made the decision to make this a Plus-Size Reader Friendly blog. Don’t worry, though. We’ll get to those soon!))

Pairing: JunxReader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2,178

Summary: As much as Jun wishes he never had to leave your side, especially after the time you were allowed to spend together was so short, his responsibilities as an idol calls and he must heed it. You throw the smallest of tantrums in the form of teasing caresses and a firm, suggestive grip somewhere only you can touch and it’s then that Jun decides...he can be a little late.

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It was unclear what it was he had done to deserve this torture, but Jun felt so attacked right now with little time to do much about it. Seventeen had schedules that day and while S.Coups had let him spend the night with you, a luxury he hasn’t been allowed in far too long, the leader had been very firm about the one condition: he had to be on time for the schedules.

Jun thought that would be a piece of cake. There was no way he could mess that up. But oh…how wrong he had been. How he forgot the huge tease you tended to be when pouting.

Again, he didn’t know what he did to deserve this torture…but he felt so very attacked right now.

“Getting ready to leave me already?” you sighed from your place on the bed, lazing over the covers like a mischievous cat with a dirty trick hidden up her sleeve, “And here I thought I still had you all to myself for another hour and a half.”

“No, baby. I have to meet with the guys in an hour and a half,” he reminded you, fresh from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, “And it’s smart for me to start getting ready now to be on time. If I’m late, Coups will never let me stay over again.”

Another sigh escaped your lips and you turned on your back, facing the bedroom window as the morning sun spilled into the room. Jun glanced at you, withholding a groan of appreciation as the sun danced over your skin, outlining every exposed curve and dip of your body. You were wearing nothing more than his t-shirt from last night-which you pulled on after he removed it to get ready for bed- and a pair of your lace panties. You knew how much he loved seeing that combination, a piece of him mingling with a piece of you. You had to know- he told you on a near daily basis with any outfit that you put together. Anything of his that you paired with anything of yours made him swell with pride and sometimes, such as in this case, swell lower with lust.

His eyes drifted over your curves, lingering on the hardened peaks of your nipples poking through the cotton of his shirt before sliding down to rest on the apex between your thighs, the flimsy lace hiding you from him, giving him only the slightest peak of what he desired. It was as if you felt his burning gaze on you, prompting you to turn your head back towards him just as Jun licked his lips hungrily.

He started and then turned around quickly, moving towards the dresser to rifle through the drawers and to give him a moment to collect himself as his erection rose to half-mast; he couldn’t afford to become distracted by you, not now…not when he was being so good. You smiled wickedly and stifled a giggle at his plight.

Jun tried to continue the conversation like normal; “Please don’t pout at me like that, Y/N. I’ll feel guilty all day and won’t be able to concentrate on the schedules,” he whined, searching through his drawers for underwear.

You groaned in disappointment yourself, rising from the bed and trekking quietly up behind him, your eyes flashing hot and dangerous. He had no idea what was about to hit him, your fingers itching to play. Once close enough, you allowed your fingers to slide onto his lower back, creeping forward and around, gliding up his stomach where they eventually settled.

Jun had gone stock still, shoulders tensing and manhood twitching to life. You wanted to chuckle, but that would ruin the game.

“And why shouldn’t I pout?” you whined back, scratching oh so lightly at his stomach, hands dipping low to the edge of the towel, “After weeks of waiting patiently, I only get to spend one night with you and the next morning you’re practically bolting back to the boys earlier than you need to. I almost feel jealous- as if you prefer them over me.”

You traced the edge of the towel with a sly little finger, caressing his stomach and causing goosebumps to race over all of Jun’s body. He was practically shivering, biting his lips to keep from moaning as you kissed his naked shoulder. Your teeth nibbled tenderly, giving him a taste of what he was going to miss as your hand then slid further down, curving over his rigidness through the towel and giving it just the slightest squeeze.

You were being so unfair.

“We didn’t even get to have sex last night.” Your voice purred in his ear, biting the shell while continuing to stroke his bulge painfully slow, “I was completely drenched for you, but you were passed out asleep before I even got a chance to mention anything.”

Jun was trembling under your teasing ministrations, hips bucking involuntarily into your hand. He tried to hold on to his sanity, to remember that he had a promise to keep so he wouldn’t lose his visiting privileges. He could hear Seungcheol in the back of his head now, see that stern look on his face, but it was all fading into nothingness and rapidly, too. The pleasure, the need, the temptation that was you was all too much to resist.

“I was hoping to have an opportunity this morning to do something, in the hour and a half that we had left…” you trailed off, grinning wickedly. You had him right where you wanted him. All you had to do to deliver the kill blow was slide your fingers into the overlap of the towel…and gently…grip…

Jun exhaled sharply.

You swiftly pulled away.

“But! Since you’re so adamant about getting back, I guess we’ll have to wait until next time!”

Jun was short-circuiting, whipping around to see you sauntering back to the bed with a smile hidden behind your hand. All the gears in his head jammed up, all the blood in his body rushed to his boner, and Seungcheol’s voice making him promise to be back in time for the schedules silenced immediately. All that mattered at that moment was you, that gorgeous ass of yours wiggling as you slid back onto the bed, and his molten desire to be buried deep inside of you.

You barely had a chance to congratulate yourself for your own trickery- he deserved to get teased for trying to leave you so early- when Jun was pouncing on you, making you giggle at the haste with which he handled you. He pinned you face down, his hand gripping the back of your neck and the other giving your raised ass a sharp smack. You gasped at the sting, hips instinctively jolting forward in an attempt to avoid another assault, but they came right back when Jun pressed his painfully hard erection against your pantie-clad core.

Excitement flared through you, a wave of arousal drenching your panties within seconds. This was about to get very rough very fast and you were going to enjoy every moment of it.

“Did you really think you could tease me like that and get away with it, you little minx?” he growled above you, “You better consider yourself lucky that we don’t have much time, otherwise I would be punishing you all day for this.”

“Oh, how unfortunate,” you giggled back, shrieking when he smacked your ass again and then yanked on your panties so hard, they tore right off.

“Such a smart mouth. I would love to see it filled with my cock, but that will have to wait for another time. Right now, I’ll just leave you with this…”

You wondered what he was getting at when he trailed off, but soon received your answer, a shuddering moan spilling past your lips. Jun’s tongue licked a long line from your clit to your entrance, slithering between the folds of your sex to catch your essence leaking forth. You wiggled and squirmed, pushing back against his face, crying for more. He kept you stationary with his hands on your ass, burying his face between your cheeks and eating you out hungrily. You felt him roll his tongue around your clit, sucking the little nub before going back to his slithering motion.

Considering how you had technically been aroused since the night before, it didn’t long at all for you to reach your first orgasm, the pleasuring rolling through you like the waves of a stormy sea. Jun drank down what he cared to catch, leaving the rest to dribble down your thighs, leaving a gleam on your sex that made him want you all the more.

“You taste divine, baby,” he whispered huskily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving to hover over you once more, lining himself up, “But nothing beats how you feel.”

With a sharp snap of his hips, he was buried deep inside your core, the pulsating walls clenching around him. He groaned at the heat that engulfed him, smirking at your surprised cry that quickly dulled into a needy whine, “Oh yes! Finally!”

He pulled back until only the tip remained and then snapped forward, your moans bouncing through the room. He quickly set a fast and deliciously rough pace, pushing your shirt up and palm pressing into the middle of your back while his other hand tangled itself in your hair. His strokes were powerful and unrelenting, your legs spread wide as his hips smacked against your ass again and again. Your breasts bounced in the confines of his shirt ,the bed creaked, your skin as well as his gleamed from the force of your combined exertions.

Jun released nothing more than the occasional grunt and groan, wanting his senses to be completely filled by you- your sounds, your smell, your completely submissive appearance and the way his hand slipped over your sweat-slick back. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate, his impending orgasm approaching with the twitching of his cock inside you.

“Y/N…I’m close,” he warned you over your cries, “Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes, god! Please! I want it!” you confirmed.

Those words drove him wild, Jun releasing your hair and gripping your hips tightly as his pace quickened impossibly fast. With a little maneuvering on your part, he was stroking right against your g-spot, stars blinding your vision until the very end when your own orgasm hit like a freight train. You screamed his name, voice cracking and throat raw from all the high-pitched keening you did. Your body shook from over stimulation, Jun riding you through your orgasm until he finally reached his. He poured himself into you, sticky ropes of his release filling you up and making you shudder.

He slumped forward, but caught himself before he crushed you underneath him, his cock still twitching inside your core. You both were spent and breathless, Jun’s hot breath fanning the back of your neck as he panted for air. The tension he didn’t even know had been wound up inside of him had completely melted away, a smile touching his lips as they pressed tender kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Was that good for you, Y/N?” he asked, stroking your stomach and thighs affectionately.

“Mmmm…perfect,” you sighed, squeaking some when he pulled himself out, his release leaking down your thighs.

He turned you onto your back and fit himself between your legs, the both of you sharing the sweetest of kisses. He cradled the back of your neck, stroking it carefully as if apologizing for gripping you so roughly there. You caressed his shoulders and back, absently thinking how nice it would be next time to dig your nails into his bronze skin.

“…I think I’m going to be a little late after all,” he murmured against your lips, amused when you actually looked a little guilty.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, smiling still when his lips rolled a kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t be, baby. I needed you, too. Seungcheol will understand.” He sat up a little, feeling the stickiness starting to dry between his legs, “I need another shower. Join me?”

You nodded happily and lifted your arms when Jun pulled your shirt up, tossing it aside as his eyes trained on your breasts.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to give these attention, too,” he said, cupping your breasts gently and kissing the valley between them, “Next time, I’ll make sure that we have longer than an hour and a half so I can pay attention to all of you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, giggling girlishly when he then scooped you up in his arms and started for the bathroom.

He chuckled along with you as the two of you disappeared inside the bathroom to get cleaned up, the discarded shirt of his you were wearing now laying forgotten next to your torn, lace panties.

A piece of him with a piece of you.

[hybrid-lion]

Lion Daydreams Journal

2-3-21 / 2-5-21

OR

Succulent witch jokes and DnD cheatcodes

Musing on perpetual journey and points of processing certain themes..

Four days prior exiting Hedgewitch Hollow (more on that later) from my abusor(s), at @ the hospital and other musings

 Curbside outside familiar building, looking something like a cross between between the rite aid/CVS in West Emoryville I saw in 2011 this one time and and outside heron pond plaza from tripjoy advantage in New Hampshire.

 Present was a Sedan with big extra Star Wars wrap all over it- specifically Rebel Alliance logo on hood.

 Don't fall for the nurse; they're always immensely humane and kind and working; not to be your fixation (I've gathered this for a while too, though as the derivative term goes, "What a Catch.."

  Anyway Fallout girl/nursing tech (With the magnificent taste in communication skills and tattooage whom was without a doubt better at putting up with my roundabout chittering than I even am (which states a bountiful amount of patience in her own rights and also that I need to work on alloying others more time to have the proverbial talking stick in dialogues), whom I had chatted with the day prior for a while regarding the matter of the vibrational level on this conscious and graceful hostess; (That's the planet we are graced with being able to provide for in turn), with with the rose and sun moon tatts, was present in this dream sequence, as short lived as the scene was. 

 Clearly taking a journey. Capable technical reasoner boi was there as well who cannot even understand where that's at at all definetly was also present in this one.

Clearly journey symbolism, as I was approaching the vehicle in question. 

2-5-21

 "WHY IS THERE BRINE IN THE ORANGE JUICE"

Walking around downtown burning time between returning from securing a temporary order/petition to court and grabbing dinner, I was between looking at the lines in leaves and patterns in the puddles near an underpass when it occured to me regarding my subjectiviteas this far:

   Almost anybody would be able to tell you that there's more than one way to skin a cat as well as probably one of the worst things you can do is box with an apex creature, specifically one that most dungeon Masters wod probably have on the back burner as a sort of endgame accomplishment that would either make or break the parties resolve to complete that leg of their long arduous campaign; or correctly enough the kind of boss fight that one would face in an old RPG that then unlocks a potential ally to the party whom would essentially have the capacity to either RUIN EVERYTHING, knock something off a really high shelf at the appropriate time, or just absolutely love you to death in the dirt merely depending on the way you decided to associate prior and subsequently accounted for).

   This I would assume so boldly is primarily due to the nature of such back burner endgame beings, as well as with all things considered that it is most likely cognitive of it's own journey as well to some extent and that it has retained all the EXP of both that, along with some of the experiences said party would have had by that point, again considering stuff and things.

--

I digress from the point- but we're getting there.

--

So 'boxing'; i.e. showboating or perhaps just putting up and making the most of the situation pertaining to that proverbial beastie the DMs sent around the way-- 

Noting that at that point to some fair extent isn't quite OP persay, but had maintained a good enough vantage for some time that it had or has more than enough capacity for adapting, recanting it's own skills based in experience as it do/what have you, as well as subsequently recognizing that somewhere along the way said party or perhaps their questgivers or guild leads decided to not entirely tell said prior and then the party at hand- what have you- 

  they would then be either in the same raid/map/party/team as it already, but still decided it would mostly likely do well to or behoove them to, and said prior backburner beastie to just go proverbially or metaphorically corner it; and subsequently snare or root or web or whatever their skillset would do; then dragged it off to have a dialogue with it about or pertaining to..

..something sort of akin to poking it awake with a slow burning brand, 

 But only after years of putting it on display without its consent or knowledge.

   This is probably one of the worst things you can do for either yourself or anybody else, regardless of the lens of which it exists in, without having prior and then post poking explaining it.

  Especially considering the nature of some endgame beasties and the capacity for critical analysis.

  If you had a support tank, that didn't know it was a support tank, and you left it out in the rain for like, ever, do you think a little K, Y Jelly and some WD40z to Freedom would constitute a thoroughly squeezed explanation of this scenario to that support tank?

 Depends on the tank and some stuff and things probably.

~~~

  All things considered…

I take it back the brine is fine but the synaptic firings of my brain giving me a first class ticket to Stockholm's I could do with more of for sure, but I'd rather just hang in the Catskillz and make art about 

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This lens of comprehension on dealing with what to not allow to occur to a raid party would have been monumentally helpful for me subsequently years ago years ago.

   This would been subsequently helpful for me in decision-making, free will, yes, and choice-based processes of course as humans go.

   And if in when the case arose that I had to tell my younger self, "Hey don't put yourself on display or get worked up, but hang in and also read this book in full before walking out to the tarmac or at least in between flights to and from, don't act the fool for the sake of a fool, unless you need to act to fool forreal forreal. Just leave that shit in the sand, dig a foxhole for it if you have to, or bring it sooner maybe?

 

 

  Don't let other people harsh thine proverbial mellow and as it would only fuel their trashcan fire of excusable accounts as to why they allotted a random roaming low level beastie to accumulate that much of an exp grind crunching on bones and jellies and some mimics that don't even, without alluding thoroughly so that they wouldn't act a fool at the loss or sacrifice of someone else's journey as well as their own. 

 At that point, you should have just pulled the support tank aside and been like-

*Mumbles*  

 listen, "you are our favorite dumb dumb juice supersoaker palindrone cat, just saiyan"...

we just want/wanted to sap and then sac your last floating stackable 💕 for the raid that pulled it along on a chain that long for display and experience just to see how it would go like, IDK it'll work out either way but like we could probably use a dumpster fire and we hear you're full of shit, but also the ship is intact and just needs a happy tree friend sometimes so like, knowing the support tank is going to anyway because of its back story… 

~^•=•^

Uhm.

 *TAKES DEEP BREATH*

~=^•Î||I•^=~. •°•°{"UNACCEPTABLE CONDITIONS" 

*TAKES DEEP BREATH*

~^•=•^~

 "we deserve better and also some stuff you left in my backpack over here oh wait what's that accounted for oh okay here a random distracting smoke grenade quick make your escape.*

 🍊  🍃

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In retrospect-- this would have been monumentally helpful years ago, as would have keeping the deck of playing cards I received years ago with me, my towel, journal and probably better time management skills and also understanding the concepts of the journey of oneself as both the lessons of our priors on the road and with us as we continue.

  I will continue to explain why this could have to explain this to myself in dreaded prose. 

Preferably after I come to terms with the huntresses and chieftainesses and the shield maidens who keep attempting to bait and no scope my ass when they can't even decide if they want to be a volva a shield maiden again or a valkyrie or a witch of the wild blue yonder or all like 20 at the same time; but are getting fond of kiting me around with salt rounds and rubber bullets and genuine uncondition positive regard despite both of our sanity and interests even though it ain't nobody's goddamn business how baby treat me.

 Anyway if you see a random roving ** monster on the map assume it has your best interest at heart or if it's in your teahouse just do yew fam, most likely it's just stopping in for coffee or orange juice or the finest proverbial trashcan fires to warm up aside this side of the milky way.

 Also try not to forget to set a reminder to wake up at an appropriate time, and don't forget to to carry on and through and keep up with your affirmations and random google searches for sigils you have no understanding of and show love to all your complex houseplants and rock's needs balanced with your own.

 Also don't worry about eating carbs late at night before bed. We can burn them off when we're running through each other's minds. 

More in all that later though in detail.

 

*Switches to sleepytime mode, proceeds to cleans whiskers and thanks you for coming to it's shed talk.* 

[caroline18mars]

Into the night - Chapter 103

After Jared's orgasm, Jordan surfaced again and nestled herself in his welcoming arm for a second “that was phenomenal if I do say so myself” she grinned as she pushed her lips against his warm chest and let her fingers play with the hardly visible dots of chesthair. “You won't get any argument from me there, phenomenal wouldn't do what you just did justice” he kissed the top of her head and pulled her even closer “you are phenomenal and I love you so much” he didn't want this to end but she was getting restless again “hey..hey, were are you going? What is it?” he physically felt an emptiness when she pushed herself up and sat up on the edge of the bed. “Nothing, I promise, I forgot to take my pills so I'm just gonna get myself some water, do you want anything?” she looked over her shoulder and gave him a loving smile to put his mind at ease, “no, I'm good, just hurry back, ok?” he shook his head, running his hand over her bare back before she put on her silk robe and walked out of the bedroom. Ten minutes later, she still hadn't come back and he was getting restless himself so he got up as well and went searching for her, only to find her at the kitchen table scrolling through the messages on her phone, “should I be getting worried? I really hope that's not some secret lover sending you messages in the middle of the night? “ Jared came strolling up to her. “What?” her head shot up “no, no of course not! I hate to burst your bubble but I'll never be that LA or Hollywood, besides  how the hell do you expect me to have another man on the side, when I've more than already got my hands full with you” she pulled him between her legs so she could rest her cheek against his stomach “I love you too”. Jared smiled looking down and slowly caressed her hair “I know you do, and I'm glad you're not Hollywood or LA”, Jordan sighed a little and closed her eyes “that was Per, by the way, he keeps asking if he can come back tomorrow..”. Jared rolled his eyes hearing that name again “oh babe, I don't know..” he grumbled, he couldn't stand the sight of that man anymore, but it was her decision, not his. “He seems really sorry..I dunno..but doesn't everybody deserve a second chance?” her cheek disconnected from his stomach to look at her phone again, “you're too good for this world, you know that?” he suddenly leaned forward and she squealed as he scooped her up in his arms “anyway, I don't want to talk about him right now, especially when we could be doing far more interesting things”. Jordan put her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the kitchen and pushed her lips against his throat, softly biting his flesh while he carried her up the stairs and back into his bedroom. “I finally got you where I want you” he put her on the mattress and crawled over her, grinning against her lips after a series of hungry kisses, “Oh my Mr. Leto, you do seem to be ready for round two” she giggled in his ear as she felt him lower himself between her parting legs and his still covered hardness slowly grinded against her warm entrance. “Uh-uh” he murmured between her breasts, kissing and licking every piece of skin that got uncovered as he slowly untied her robe until she lay completely naked underneath him.

His mouth latched onto one of her nipples and she arched her back to meet the bliss he was giving her while his hand was squeezing and kneading its' way down her body until it stilled and covered the triangle at the apex of her thighs. A little sharp sigh of anticipation escaped her lips as a finger lazily ran over her folds and she could actually feel herself pushing her hips down to meet the finger and urge him for a little more friction, “hmm, that eager huh?” he looked up at her while his mouth switched focus and grazed against the other painfully hard nipple. “Uhhh” she closed her eyes in bliss when his finger dug between her folds, sliding smoothly inside of her only to pull it back a few seconds later, her big eyes filled with hugely dissapointed question marks which he completely ignored and continued playing with her breasts until she was squirming underneath him. This was the moment he loved, he knew he was slowly driving her crazy, soon she would start to beg him but soon came just a little quicker than he had expected when she put her hands against his cheeks and pulled him down for a blistering kiss “Jared..” she breathed but before she could continue, he positioned himself between her legs and entered her without hesitation, burying himself completely inside of her. It felt like she didn't remember how to breathe when he slowly started moving in and out of her, his warm naked body grinding against hers stimulated every nerve in her body and all she could do was fold her arms around him and hold on to him tightly. “Breathe” he whispered as he pushed deep again and his teeth tugged at her bottom lip to urge her on to snap out of the blissful spell she seemed to be under, he knew how careful they both needed to be with her heart and finally she exhaled when he pulled out of her, “Look at me, just look at me” he whispered as he claimed her mouth with a soft, short kiss and she immediately obeyed. “Don't tease me, Jared..I can't handle that right now” she whispered and just when a pang of fear that he had hurt her made the nerves in his neck squeeze together ever so painfully, she continued “I just want you to love me like only you can”. She felt him freeze up on top of her, his eyes blazing with worry so she lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips, her heels digging into his buttcheeks so the only thing he could do was slide inside of her again, filling every inch of her. He closed his eyes in ecstacy and let his forehead gently connect with hers and kissed the tip of her nose “I do love you” there was a tenderness to his voice that verged on the edge of tears, “I know..” she breathed, pushing her heels down again to urge him to move again. Their eyes locked again as he started thrusting and soon their bodies started moving as one, meeting every move the other one made and the room started to fill with grunts and extatic moans. Jared's mind was racing, he had never been a 'missionary position' kind of man, not without switching to some other positions anyway, but what was happening right now, was probably in his top 3 of best sex he ever had, it constantly switched between slow and tender to passionate and the right amount of rough. How long they had been at it, he didn't know but what he did know was that they were both a heaving mess when the familiar heat started to spread in his abdomen, but there was no way he was letting it happen without taking her along.

Jordan was so lost iin her sensual bubble that she didn't feel the loud thumping of her heart or how sore she was, right now she was  a mess with only one thing on her mind and that was to find release “Jay..” she breathed his name with urgency. His body had heard hers loud and clear “I know..” he stretched out high above her while his hips picked up an almost unbearable pace and she felt like the last bit of sanity she had left was being fucked out of her. With the last bit of energy that was left in her, she arched her back again, groaning and moaning her fingers dug into the crumpled sheets, trying to look for some kind of support against her earthshattering orgasm. Seeing her shatter into a million pieces underneath him, Jared let his head fall back while his hips finally stilled and shot his release deep inside of her, he had rarely felt closer to anyone than right now, not even with Ch.., his mind froze, he forbid himself to even go there, this was their moment of glory, the past had nothing to do with this. He stayed inside her while their initial ragged breathing was silenced by a long, slow kiss, their tongues dancing real slow and close together, but it was Jordan who reluctantly broke the kiss, making him frown “what is it?” he tried to follow her stare as she avoided his. “Nothing..it's nothing, I..” she whispered, was she crying? He cupped her chin “what is it? Tell me? Is it your heart?” he breathed, getting more worried by the second, “No..yes..I dunno why I'm crying..” a smile started to hiccup through her tears “that was just perfect..”. Jared's heart squeezed together in joy “Ah ok, I get it, orgasm tears! The best kind of tears” he kissed the skin right under her eye, tasting the salt on his lips “it was more than perfect, Jordan, more than fucking perfect”.  Jordan groaned a little when he slowly slid out of her, for a second she almost felt bereaved, like he had left a void deep down there but he quickly compensated by cradling her in the nook of his arm while her head rested on his chest. Silence surrounded their exhausted bodies, a hand caressed an arm, a soft kiss landed on the skin of a hard chest and their breathing turned into slow, deep breaths while slumber started to throw its' dark veil over them.

The morning sun threw her yellow, diffuse rays into the room and Jared stirred when his eyes fluttered open as he lay on his stomach, feeling a soft hand run up and down his spine, she was here and the rosy memories of what they had done hours earlier started floating through his mind, a smile forming on his lips “you didn't leave this time” he breathed, referring to her flight out of the house a couple of days ago. “I live here now remember?” her warm breath danced against his shoulder, making him roll on his side “so you do..” his voice hoarse and croaky as he blinked the sleep from his eyes and let his mouth connect with hers but when their lips disconnected he turned all serious and looked at her “I don't ever want to hurt you again”. The sincerity she saw, felt and heard overwhelmed her and all she could say was “I know” before she shuffled against him, burying herself in that little cocoon of closeness like only they could make, their mouths hungering for each other again. “Aunt Jordan!!!” Jared heard the boy's faint footsteps on the corridor running for their room already “I think we've got company” he reluctantly let go of her, he had to suppress a sigh of frustration as Jordan frowned and quickly rolled away from him to grab the robe that had landed next to the bed. She had barely just tied it up when the door of the bedroom swung open and Noah stormed in, jumping on top of the mattress, “Noah, come here! I told you to leave your aunt and Jared alone” Nahla who followed suit, had a big blush on her cheeks shuffling over to the bed. “It's alright, Nahla..” Jordan shook her head as she grabbed Noah's hand and pulled him down on the bed “Noah, will you just stop?” she snapped at the boy, this was a too harsh awakening from the rosy cloud she had been on. Noah frowned at her for being so stroppy with him while Nahla turned back to the door “I'll go start on breakfast” and left the room “why are you mad at me?” the boy flapped his eyelashes innocently at her, he really didn't have a clue, did he? “I'm not mad, Noah..I'm just..”. 

Jared interrupted her, he could clearly see how the boy was just winding her around  his little finger “Noah, remember when we were in Paris?” Noah turned to face Jared and nodded slowly, “ok and do you remember when I told you there that your aunt Jordan and I want to be alone from time to time?” Jared raised his eyebrows at him. “Yeah, you called it a funny word..pwiva..stree?” Noah tried to find the right word, “privacy! Exactly, pri-va-cy..well your aunt and I wanted to have some of that privacy when you walked in. Noah's lip turned into a pout “Oh”, it dawned on him what Jared was trying to say even though he didn't really understand, “yes oh, so can you please knock first next time?” Jared turned to look at the clock, what time was it anyway? “were you making babies with aunt Jordan? You said that a boy and girl make babies when they sleep together” Noah blurted out, making both Jordan and Jared's cheeks go bright red like they had been caught in the act. “That” he grabbed Noah and lifted him out of bed “is none of your business, young man! Anyway, your aunt has had a..rough night, so why don't you go over to Nahla and help her with breakfast? We'll be right down ok?”. He playfully patted the boy's behind to send him on his way and it worked because Noah frowned and then shrugged before he skipped out of the room again. Jordan sat up in bed and turned her head “Making babies? Really? The silly things you put in that boy's head sometimes”, Jared pulled her down with him and pinned her hands to the matress so he could abundantly kiss her throat . “Well, maybe we did last night..make a baby I mean” he hummed inbetween kisses and suddenly it made her restless again “Jared, come on, you know we didn't make a baby..” she put her hands against his shoulders, this was the second time in a few days that he brought up the subject of kids, he knew she was on the pill, so what the hell was going on?. Jared stopped the sensual attack on her throat and raised his head to look into her eyes “I really want us to have kids” the seriousness he said it with took her breath away and broke her heart at the same time. “Jay..I..told you, we can't ever have kids..” she sputtered but he instantly cut in “ok, maybe not with the heart you have now, but when you get a new heart..”. Jordan closed her eyes in frustration, he was ruining a perfectly romantic moment with all this talking about her heart and kids while all she wanted was to try and live in the moment, “Alright, alright, I'll shut up about it, but will you please promise me you'll think about it?”. He plucked a kiss from her lips and her frustration ebbed away so she nodded “ok, I'll think about it, I promise”,  which earned her a sexy smile and his mouth continued its' quest from her throat to the swell of her breasts “Good, until then we can start..you know..practicing” he licked the spot between her breasts which tickled “Oh really? Is that what this is?” she  giggled. “No, I lied, ok? I meant a LOT of practicing” he grinned against her skin when his hand snuck between her legs and soon she didn't even try to fight him off anymore.