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Let Me Whisper In Your Ear, Darling (Cherik)

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Basically, Erik is an angry, horny college student who discovers audio porn made by one ProfessorXXX and becomes his #1 fan.

Erik was sitting in the library glaring at the screen of his old and beaten laptop, absent-mindedly twisting a paper clip hovering over the palm of his open hand. He had read and re-read his assignment ten times already, and he was still wondering why Professor Shaw had marked him down by eight marks.

Erik knew that his paper on mutant disadvantage in the female workforce had been good - good enough that he was sure that he shouldn’t have been docked eight marks. His asshole of a professor hadn’t even told him why he had been marked down, merely giving him a 42/50 and calling it a day.

“Sugar, glaring at your computer isn’t going to get Shaw to change your grade,” Emma said as she chewed on her spearmint gum behind her cool smile. Erik didn’t stop staring at his paper, flipping his friend off as he mouthed out the concluding sentences of his paper, still no closer to finding out ‘why the hell Shaw marked me down eight marks’.

“He’s a misogynistic piece of shit, Emma,” Erik gritted out, his friend letting out an amused huff, manicured nails clacking on her own computer.

“Not really. He gave me a pretty decent mark on my essay on the female mutant experience,” Emma said, flicking her immaculately curled blonde hair behind her shoulder, Erik finally peeling his eyes from his laptop to give her a seething look.

“That’s because he’s a misogynistic pervert who’s trying to pull sexual favours out of you by meddling with your grades,” Erik countered, Emma laughing.

“Oh, Sugar. You know he’d never try, not when I could just…” Emma vaguely gestured towards her head, corner of her mouth curled upwards. “And your grade isn’t even that bad by Shaw’s standards, so why are you so riled up?” Erik glared at Emma, who had plucked out his mark from inside his head. Emma looked thoughtful again, and Erik could feel her rifling through his brain with her ice-cold touch, making him growl and slap his mental shields over the things he really didn’t want her to see.

“Your boss is an asshole, Erik. Why don’t you just quit already?” Emma sighed, having seen how Erik’s boss at the coffee shop hadn’t paid him for the last week because he ‘forgot’ - for the second week in a row.

“Unlike you, I don’t have my daddy’s money to support me,” Erik snapped, Emma just raising an eyebrow, not fazed by Erik’s temper in the slightest; Emma was, perhaps, the only person who could deal with Erik’s moods.

Everyone knew that Erik Lehnsherr was an antagonistic, combative and downright scary person. On the first day of college, he had alienated the entire class by getting into it with a mutantphobic prick, pinning him to the wall by using all of the metal on his body. After that, no one tried to talk to him, ever. Only Emma, who was equally as intimidating (though for an entirely different reason), had been able to talk to him without shitting herself.

“Snappy. And it’s not just the fact that you’ve been eating cup ramen for two weeks and Shaw’s marking that’s pissing you off either, is it? Erik, you’re frustrated. If you’re so horny, come to the bar with the rest of us after class on Friday and just find someone and get laid,” Emma said casually, Erik flipping her off again. “Hey, I’m not judging, Sugar. Just concerned about a friend.”

“Well, you can go and shove your concern up your-”

Erik’s words cut off the moment he felt his phone buzz on the table in that particular tone. Erik knew that tone. He had set that singular bzz-bzz…bzz-bzz-bzz rhythm for one thing, and one thing only, different to the vibration pattern of text messages (that he really only got from Emma and his mother) or college email notifications (about how his requests for remarks have been denied for the fiftieth time).

Erik didn’t say anything else to Emma as he hastily slammed his ratty laptop screen down, stuffing it into his bag alongside his notes and phone, before quickly leaving the library. Emma was just looking at him with amusement as he left, and Erik knew that she would have sensed his mood suddenly change from angry/frustrated/tired to excited/horny/joyful.

It was only just past midday on a regular Wednesday, but Erik was done with classes and had only planned to study with Emma in the library until she went out on a dinner date with Scott, and he went to work his shift at the late-night coffee shop.

But then he had felt that particular bzz-bzz…bzz-bzz-bzz, and threw his plans straight out the window.

By the time he had unlocked the door to his apartment with his powers and hightailed it into his room, locking the door behind him with another flick of his wrist, Erik was already thrumming with anticipation, his cock stirring. This far into the game, just hearing the particular bzz-bzz…bzz-bzz-bzz rhythm gave Erik’s cock some sort of Pavlovian response, and Erik knew he was fucked.

Erik tugged his fraying earphones out from his bag that he had thrown haphazardly on the floor, arranging himself comfortably on his bed before jamming the buds into his ears and connecting them to his phone. Erik’s fingers tapped impatiently, opening the app hidden away in his guilty pleasures folder.

(1)New post from creator ProfessorXXX

The newly uploaded audio clip was titled “[M4M] I’ve had a hard day and need your big cock to fuck the stress out of me”. Erik almost groaned just reading the title, thinking ‘fuck, yes, okay, I need this too, I can do that for you’. He quickly skimmed the tags (which included BFE, massage and begging), his cock twitching in his jeans which were becoming a little tighter already.

Erik’s fingers tapped on a few things quickly, before jerking up the media volume and licking his lips.

There was a little crackling as the audio started, Erik slowly flattening his hands atop his thighs, closing his eyes. There was a sound of a door opening and closing, quiet and muffled, like it had been recorded from a distance. Erik’s breath hitched when heard the sound of clothes rustling, footsteps, and then another click of a door, but closer this time.

Before now, Erik never would have thought that hearing the sound of a door opening and closing could be considered foreplay, but the suspense was doing things to him, and he cursed silently, fighting back the urge to skip through the audio to get to the stuff that was beyond foreplay.

He didn’t have to wait long, though, when the reason he ditched Emma in the library without a second thought began to speak. The ridiculously hot voice curled with the lilt of a posh English accent, filtering through his ears and straight to his dick.

“Mm, darling, I’ve just had the worst day at work,” the voice groaned, taking on the role of a tired, overworked boyfriend. Erik would have been embarrassed at the fact that his heart was rabbiting in his chest over a boyfriend roleplay, because Gott, he was not that desperate for a boyfriend. No way. Nope. Erik definitely wasn’t desperate enough, even though he enabled push notifications on his phone to tell him the exact moment ProfessorXXX uploaded a new audio.

Definitely not desperate.

Erik pushed the errant thoughts from his head and focused on ProfessorXXX’s voice, slowly stroking his hands up and down his thighs. He wasn’t going near his twitching member just yet, though he could feel it begin to swell in his pants, uncomfortable.

“Mm, yes. You know my boss, his head is stuffed all the way up his arse. Oh, you know, the usual. He made me rewrite the entire presentation just a few hours before we had to present it so I missed my lunch break. Ugh, yes, a massage would be lovely, darling. Mmhmm, let me lie down on the bed first, and take off my jacket. It’s bloody hot in here, darling, let me take off my shirt too,” ProfessorXXX said, followed by the sound of more fabric rustling.

Erik could picture it in his mind; a soft and pliable body shrugging off a black suit jacket, dropping it onto the floor. He imagined phantom hands unbuttoning a crisp shirt, revealing perky pink nipples and soft skin. He could imagine watching the faceless man with the addictive voice and posh accent crawling onto his bed on all fours, moaning when Erik hovered above him, straddling the backs of his thighs and squeezing out the knots in the man’s strong muscles.

Erik licked his lips again, flicking his fingers and undoing his pants with practised finesse by tugging on the metal button and zipper. Erik moaned quietly as he lifted his hips slightly to pull down his jeans, leaving his briefs on which were sporting a little patch of dampness where his leaking head poked at the stretchy fabric.

“Mmm, darling. Your hands feel so good,” ProfessorXXX purred, and Erik swallowed, fisting his hands where they sat on his thighs, not touching his cock yet. He wouldn’t, not until ProfessorXXX mentioned it.

“Mm, yes, touch my lower back too. Nngh, God, yes. Feels so good.”

Erik imagined sliding his hands down the mystery back, one that he has never seen but imagined in great detail. As Erik’s imagined hands slid down and began to slip beneath the waistband of the imaginary man’s slacks, so did ProfessorXXX’s hopefully fake boyfriend, which coaxed a bubbling laugh from ProfessorXXX, one that was so endearing that Erik’s heart clenched.

Verdammt.

“No need to be so smug, darling. Of course I’m going to get hard if you’re touching me like that,” ProfessorXXX said, voice light but with a slight edge of arousal. Erik heard him breathe a little more heavily, and the sound of bed sheets rustling made Erik imagine the man turning onto his back, bulge evident in his work slacks.

“Mm, yeah, I was actually already getting hard on the train ride home,” ProfessorXXX panted, and Erik’s mouth went dry when he heard the sound of a zip being pulled down in his ears, and he wished that he would be there to pull it down with his powers, feel the slide of the zipper straining to contain the bulge of ProfessorXXX’s cock. He didn’t know what that cock looked like, but considering ProfessorXXX had a pretty voice, Erik knew that he would have a very, very pretty cock.

“You won’t let me touch it? Nngh, okay. Okay. You can tie my arms up with my tie, yes, I’ll do anything. Please, please just touch me.”

“Oh, Gott,” Erik breathed out through his flared nostrils, now beginning to palm his own cock through his briefs, moaning at the friction and the sharp inhaled breath ProfessorXXX took, as if Erik had just touched his cock.

Alongside the Englishman’s breathy moans and occasional long mewl, Erik could hear the overlying noise of some slick, wet stroking. For a moment, Erik wondered how ProfessorXXX made those noises; was he actually jerking himself off while he made this audio (which was hot as fuck), or did he use something else, like a mayonnaise-coated banana (slightly less hot). Erik didn’t ruminate much longer on that, though, not when ProfessorXXX began begging again.

“Darling, I need your big, hot cock inside me. Please, I’ve been thinking about it all day. When my boss was yelling at me, all I could think about was how I wanted to get home and let you bury your cock inside me and fuck me hard and fast,” ProfessorXXX whimpered, words punctuated by a squelching sound that, really, should not have been sexy. But when the Englishman suddenly said “God, your fingers feel so good inside me,” Erik didn’t mind the wet noises that really did begin to sound like a lubed-up asshole taking in Erik’s fingers greedily, sucking them in and begging for more.

Erik couldn’t wait any longer, tugging out his leaking member from inside his briefs, wrapping a big hand around his length and beginning to stroke. He matched his pumps with ProfessorXXX’s moans and cries as he verbally described how his (fake, please be fake) boyfriend’s cock felt as he thrust deep inside him.

Erik stripped his cock to the sound of a faceless, posh-sounding audio porn star whose potentially-real-but-hopefully-not boyfriend was burying his cock inside him. Erik only let himself orgasm when ProfessorXXX did. Erik knew when the voice would come, he had listened to so many of his audios before that he could identify the change in the man’s breathing, the way his words would begin to slur, and how he would begin to cry out ‘Oh, God, yes, God, yes’ as he came.

Erik spilled himself over his hand with a choked cry, mind searing with white as he shook, the orgasm ripping through him.

When Erik came down from his high, some cum dribbling onto his T-shirt, he heard ProfessorXXX laugh softly with a low, throaty moan.

“Mm, thank you, darling. I really needed that.”

‘I really did too,’ Erik mused, the audio clip ending, leaving Erik in silence with his heart beating rapidly and cum pooling in his hand. He tried to ignore the way his heart ached a little when the clip ended, as if he’d just found out that his faceless and English boyfriend had to go home after a long session of hot, tender love-making.

But deep down, Erik knew that he was fucked.

***

Charles listened to his latest audio recording, making sure that everything was fine; the volume was even, his Foley-esque squelching noises popped in at the right times and the slapping sounds perfectly matched his sharp gasps.

Satisfied, Charles set the upload time for Wednesday 12:00pm like always, adding a short comment:

Hope you enjoyed this week’s audio, darlings, because I definitely enjoyed making it ;) Next week’s audio is something that many of you have been requesting – you’re all a little freaky, aren’t you?

Charles checked over everything one last time before submitting it, groaning as he stretched his arms and back, neck cracking after sitting at his computer editing the audio for so long. Just as he shut down his computer, Raven walked in wearing her favoured blonde hair and blue-eyed appearance, opting to wear a slouchy T-shirt and cotton shorts. In her hands was a plate with a disassembled sandwich on it.

“Finished making fingering noises with the mayo?” Raven teased her brother, who rolled his eyes and wheeled to the end of his desk to grab the bottle of mayo. He threw it to Raven who caught it deftly, squirting some onto her sandwich before assembling it and taking a bite, moaning loudly just to make her brother roll his eyes at her.

“Oh, stop it, Raven,” Charles huffed, not embarrassed about his side job, but tired of Raven taking the piss out of it every moment she could. He had been making (excellent quality) audio porn for almost a year-and-a-half, and if he was still embarrassed about it by now, then he clearly chose the wrong job.

“Did you just finish editing the punishment audio?” Raven asked while chewing, looking so casual she might as well have been talking about how cup noodles were on sale at the supermarket today.

“Yes, I have just set it up to be posted at 12,” Charles replied, wheeling out of his cramped bedroom, which was only just big enough to fit his bed, wardrobe and desk. It only just managed to allow his wheelchair to manoeuvre through.

“Sweet. You always get lots of hits on the ones where you’re getting thrown around,” Raven said, smirking around a mouthful of chicken, bread and mayo. “Your fans want to spank the shit out of you, Charles.”

“I don’t need my sister keeping tabs on how many hits my porn clips get, thank you very much,” Charles said, holding his hand out to stop Raven, who just snickered at his expense. “But yes, if this audio does well, then we might have enough money to get someone to come and fix the blasted heater.”

“Yes!” Raven cheered, fist pumping the air while still holding her sandwich. Charles laughed at that, wheeling past his sister and into the lounge room to make himself some lunch as well.

Charles hadn’t started making audio porn because he wanted to – it had been a moment of desperation when he and Raven needed cash. Things had never been easy after they were cut off from the Xavier fortune, and though they never regretted it, they did struggle at first. Raven’s part-time job as a waitress only paid so much, and Charles found it difficult to find jobs suitable for him because of his chair.

One day, Charles had stumbled on an online article about a new surge in the popularity of audio porn, and it had piqued his interest. Charles knew that people made a lot of cash by making standard porn, but he had never wanted to become known as ‘That Paraplegic Pornstar’ (of ‘The Paraplegic Penis’, as Raven unhelpfully quipped, once), or fulfil the unsettling disability kink some people had.

Audio porn, on the other hand, bypassed that. Charles could be whoever he wanted to be, acting out whatever scenarios he wanted without having to show his body. It was a bonus, really, that he had a natural English accent, which was very, very popular online.

Charles’s first audio had been a very basic, very vanilla JOI clip, which had done moderately well, enough to encourage Charles to keep going. His next one had incorporated some more roleplay, and his role as an office employee who got caught masturbating in his office (and subsequently getting bent over a desk and thoroughly fucked) had immediately made his new career take off.

Even though he had fallen into it somewhat accidentally, Charles did not mind it. It was creatively liberating, brought in more cash than he and Raven were making through conventional means, and was sometimes extremely convenient. Even as a paraplegic, Charles had needs. Charles, unfortunately, hadn’t been in a relationship for a long, long time, so he had to make do with pleasuring himself whenever he was feeling frisky. This was hard to achieve, considering the sensation in his cock was iffy even on a good day, but he had worked out with practise how to bring himself over the edge. It was easy money to just record himself getting off, considering he was going to do it anyway.

That didn’t mean Charles that was 100% satisfied. Sure, his toys were fun, but he missed being with someone. It was a shame that he hadn’t met anyone who was truly fine with him being a paraplegic that couldn’t have a reliable erection, even if they pretended they were okay with it.

Downside of being a telepath.

“You’re pulling your lonely face again, Charles,” Raven suddenly said, snapping her brother out of his momentary daze. Charles was suddenly very aware of his face, frowning at Raven.

“I’m not making a ‘lonely face’,” Charles said, Raven snorting.

“Don’t lie to me, Charles.”

‘You’re obviously wishing that you’re actually getting some real dick instead of pretending to get it by slapping two pieces of steak together,’ Raven added mentally when Charles ignored her, pulling out some bread to make himself a sandwich. Raven didn’t want to drop the conversation though, and sidled up beside Charles, leaning on the edge of the low kitchen counter.

“Chaaaarles,” Raven dragged out, her brother ignoring her as he squelched mayo onto the bread. “Charles, what if I set you up with someone?”

Charles glanced at his sister at that, eyes narrowed.

“No,” Charles responded flatly. “The last time you tried to set me up with someone, he ended up ditching me half way through dinner by pretending to pick up a phone call. I knew he was going to, of course, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less.”

“Okay, that was my bad. But I can properly vouch for the guy this time. He’s Emma’s friend, and Charles, he’s the definition of your type.”

“I don’t have a ‘type’,” Charles said, tearing up some chicken and throwing it onto his mayo covered bread.

‘Where’s that photo of Erik I have, no, no, no, hot, but no, no – ah! There he is,’ Charles caught Raven thinking, and soon her phone was thrust in front of his face, revealing the most ridiculously handsome man Charles had ever seen.

Brown-ish hair, light ginger scruff, angular face, pale blue-grey eyes, lean body, broad shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and – Christ – Charles could see the outline of his cock against his thigh and the man was packing.

Charles’s mouth was hanging open, and he was sure he would have started drooling if Raven hadn’t started cackling.

“He’s totally your type,” Raven said smugly, Charles unable to deny her because that man was definitely Charles’s type, at least physically. Good God. “And, to sweeten the deal, he’s a metallokinetic, can dirty talk to you in German and is passionate – maybe overly so – about mutant rights. Uh, he’s a separatist, but you did say that some of the best sex you’ve had is with people you wanted to punch, so I’d say that’s a positive. Oh, and he’s single.”

That was a very sweet deal indeed.

But Charles was hesitant – a man like that, he could have any one he wanted. Why would he want someone like Charles?

***

Erik never came harder than he did when he jerked off to ProfessorXXX’s voice, and he didn’t want to think about what that meant. Erik had never been that guy who had a thing for porn with storylines, usually skipping the terribly cheesy opening scenes and going straight to the parts where someone was getting their cock sucked down by red lips, getting himself off quickly and efficiently.

For Erik, jerking off was just a thing he did when he was feeling horny. It was honestly so impersonal that was almost clinical. It had been a long time since he had time to go out and actually find someone to help him relieve his sexual frustration, but he was deep into an assessment heavy part of the year and had no time to go out, so for the past few weeks it’s just been him and his hand.

He had come across ProfessorXXX’s audios by accident; he had been trying to click on another video of some pretty basic porn, but his laptop had slid off his lap slightly and he had clicked on something else instead, leading him to ProfessorXXX’s PornHub page.

Erik had never been interested in audio porn, even though it had come up every now and then when he was ten pages deep in the #mutant porn tag. Erik would have just clicked back straight away, but his eye caught a few comments on ProfessorXXX’s page gushing about how his voice gave them the most soul-shattering orgasm they had ever had in their life. Erik had just snorted, wondering what desperate soul could get off with just the sound of someone’s voice, and curiosity had gotten the better of him.

He had clicked one of the latest audios that had been posted, skipping a pretty basic-sounding title for one labelled “[M4A] I get horny making pancakes and jerk myself off in the kitchen”, not expecting to be turned on in the slightest, but at least hoping that it would be a mildly entertaining clip.

But the moment Erik heard ProfessorXXX’s voice, with his stupid accent and slight rasp when he became aroused, Erik was gone. He had jerked off at 3am after finishing his mutant studies essay to the sound of a man talking about how his cock was sticky with syrup and how filling his hole with his fingers was worth burning his pancakes for.

Erik had been mortified at himself in the privacy of his room, throwing his phone across the room but growing a mind and catching it with his powers before it smashed against the wall.

Erik hadn’t jerked off for a week after that, almost embarrassed that something like that had given him what was, arguably, the best masturbatory orgasm of his life. But, he was a young and healthy man, and it was late on a Friday night that Erik had accepted the fact that he hadn’t stopped thinking about ProfessorXXX’s voice during the entirety of his week of abstinence.

Erik just figured that he would jerk off to a few more of ProfessorXXX’s audios, get it out of his system and move back to safer, greener pastures.

He did not.

Erik knew he had a problem when he had downloaded a whole app dedicated to audio porn, ignoring all other creators and simply worked his way down every single one of ProfessorXXX’s audios. Erik had his rock bottom the moment he attempted to scroll down further after coming for the second time to the sound nothing more than ProfessorXXX jerking himself off – no roleplaying, no context, just a file aptly titled “Edging myself for forty minutes straight and cumming so hard I pass out”.

After exhausting every single one of ProfessorXXX’s audio clips, Erik ended up paying to access VIP audios on the man’s Patreon page (ones that the creator had clearly spent more time on, since the quality of the paid audios were even better than the free ones). When he exhausted even those, Erik had to settle on revisiting his favourites to get himself off while waiting for new uploads. ProfessorXXX was, at least, a man that adhered to a schedule, something Erik liked.

Every Wednesday, at 12:00pm GMT-4 sharp, ProfessorXXX uploaded a new audio. And, every Wednesday at 12:00pm GMT-4, Erik’s cock would know that it was time to start getting interested.

Erik decided that he needed to compartmentalise things. ProfessorXXX’s roleplaying scenarios maybe confused Erik’s mind a bit, the Englishman’s acting somehow too believable. That was one of the things that set ProfessorXXX apart from regular porn – porn plots were always terrible, but ProfessorXXX really sold whatever he was trying to pass off as. Actual professor in a student/teacher scenario? Yes. An employee performing sexual favours for his hot boss? Perfection. Needy brat in need of a spanking? Fuck yes.

ProfessorXXX was so versatile in his repertoire that Erik was beginning to get confused. He needed to just push ProfessorXXX and all of his personas into a box labelled WANK MATERIAL, and keep it far away from the other, dismally empty box labelled FEELINGS.

Erik did not need to start feeling things for a man who makes (really good quality) audio porn.

One thing that helped was that when Erik’s heart began to itch, he would just think to himself ‘ProfessorXXX is probably a middle-aged lecher with a beer gut and receding hairline who makes these audios wearing a ratty wife beater and adult diaper’. That would work for a bit, but then Erik would hear his voice, and someone that sounded that posh, that gentle (unless he was begging to be choked) and that lovely (because his flirtatious laugh was beyond lovely), Erik couldn’t picture him as someone that visually abhorrent.

Erik had no idea what ProfessorXXX looked like, but for some reason he thinks that if he ever met him, he’d think he was gorgeous no matter what he looked like.

‘Gott, Erik, stop,’ Erik growled to himself, pushing away the traitorous thoughts by focusing on feeling the metal around him, tugging on the barista’s coffee machine, the tacky hipster light fixtures, the legs of the glossy chairs.

It was just past 11:30 on the Wednesday after Erik had wanked to ProfessorXXX getting pounded by his boyfriend after a bad day at work. Instead of being at the library, Erik had been dragged to a café around the corner from campus by Emma and her friend, Raven.

Erik didn’t know Raven well since she wasn’t undertaking the same degree as him, but Emma had apparently known her and her brother for ages, their old-money families running in the same circles. Erik had really only spoken to Raven a handful of times, but from what he’d seen, he didn’t mind the girl; she was straightforward and borderline brash, but she wore her blue skin, yellow eyes and shock red hair with such confidence that even Erik was impressed. Erik had always been biased towards mutants with visible mutations.

Erik hadn’t felt particularly hungry, and just ordered a coffee and guarded their table from being snagged by a haughty-looking woman, spreading his long limbs across the plush wall seating. The woman glared at him, and he smiled with all his teeth, sending her scuttling off to try and find a table at the back of the café.

Erik’s coffee came as Emma and Raven sauntered back to their squeezy table in the corner, and he sipped on it while they waited for their food, continuing to chat about whatever they had been talking about at the counter.

“I wasn’t aware that it pays so well,” Emma said to Raven, leaning forward, genuinely interested in whatever they were talking about. Erik was only half listening, his finger tapping on the rim of his coffee cup, letting his powers linger on the hands of a wall clock above the café counter.

11:43am.

“Yeah, it’s because he’s surprisingly really popular on the forum. Which is great, because it means he gets paid more, but I mean… it’s gross,” Raven said, shivering, Emma letting out an amused laugh.

“Only because he’s your brother,” Emma said as a waiter came by with their food, eyeing Raven in her natural blue form warily. Erik sent him a cold look, tripping him up by the metal eyelets on his boots.

“Come on, Emma. If your brother was popular like that, you’d be grossed out too,” Raven said, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, he’s thinking about branching out. He’s not gonna stop that part of his job because it pays well, but he’s thinking of creating other things. You know, like podcasts.”

“Is he going to stop once he starts his TA job? This is only a temporary thing, right?”

“I don’t know. I asked him, and he said that he’ll definitely cut back since he’ll have less time, but I honestly think he kind of likes it. Which, I mean, good for him, because you know… but as his sister, it’s still gross,” Raven said, before they started taking hefty bites into the food while Erik sipped on his coffee.

11:50am.

Erik’s leg began to bob up and down, Raven turning to him mid-way through taking a large bite from her large pulled pork sub.

“What’s got you so antsy?” Raven asked, Erik huffing and rolling his eyes. Emma smirked, eyeing Erik with amusement.

“He’s probably waiting for his regular midday text from his boyfriend,” Emma said, Erik whirling to look at her, face a comical picture of genuine shock. Emma and Raven both burst out laughing at his reaction, the man schooling his expression back to its usual one of blatant disgust, cursing at both Raven and Emma and making sure that his mental shields were solid. Emma picked up on his immediate padding of his shields, only smiling wider.

“Boyfriend? Erik? A boyfriend? That’s hilarious,” Raven snickered, Erik glaring at her while Emma just grinned.

“Oh, but is it? Erik has been acting awfully suspicious lately,” Emma said easily, waving her hand around as if she were talking about the weather.

“Shut it, Emma,” Erik growled, Emma ignoring him and turning to Raven conspiratorially.

“He always turns down invitations to go out, and I’ve caught him looking at his phone with a gooey expression on his face. And sometimes, he’ll be looking at his phone and get all aroused,” Emma said, and Erik contemplated ripping the white pearl and silver barrette out of her blonde hair and slapping her in the face with it. Emma seemed to catch that thought since it was directed at her, and she just laughed lightly. “Oh, Sugar. You think you’ve been so discreet. Look at you, blocking me out. Trying to hide the identity of your mystery boy?”

11:57am.

“Verpiss dich, I don’t have a boyfriend,” Erik churned out, cheeks heating a little despite himself. He definitely did not have a boyfriend. Nope, not at all. Instead, he had a complicated relationship with the voice of a man who could wring out an orgasm from him like no other person ever before. Verdammt.

“Wait, you actually have a boyfriend?” Raven asked, ignoring everything Erik said and scrunching her nose up. “Damn, I was going to try and set you up with my brother. You’re exactly his type.”

“Charles likes the moody, unapproachable type?” Emma asked, Raven snorting.

“He likes the tall, European, huge dick and ‘groovy mutation’ type,” Raven replied, Emma snickering as Erik glared at the both of them.

“Thanks for the concern, Raven, but I don’t want you to set me up with your brother,” Erik said, pretending that the voice in his head did not just say that was because he was interested in someone else. Someone with an English accent and a filthy mouth that was sometimes ridiculously sweet.

“Because you have a boyfriend,” Emma replied, Erik wanting to rip his own hair out at the circular conversation that was going nowhere.

“I already told you that I don’t ha-”

12:00pm.

Bzz-bzz…bzz-bzz-bzz.

Erik’s cock twitched right on cue.

Emma laughed, Raven raised a brow, and Erik just flipped them both off and drained the rest of his coffee, briskly walking home to lock himself in his room and jerk off to ProfessorXXX’s new audio.

***

Even though Charles’s audios were very successful and he had cultivated quite a dedicated fanbase, that didn’t mean he wasn’t free from the occasional negative comment. Most of them were ridiculous and speculative, saying that Charles was probably a balding, overweight 50-year-old man with a pedo stache and BO that would be a natural mosquito repellent. Charles found these kind of hate comments hilarious, and often replied to them jokingly, saying that was why he was making audio porn and not visual porn.

His fans said that only someone who wasn’t completely butt ugly would be able to joke about that.

Charles wasn’t ugly – in fact, he would consider himself quite handsome, even if he had developed a bit of a paunch because of his paraplegia, and his legs were atrophied and frail. Even with that, Charles’s upper body had become broad and leanly muscled, though he usually covered himself up with the frumpy sweaters that he loved, but Raven hated.

Charles was reading through the comments on one of his latest audios, which he made for people with visible mutations. It involved a lot of body worship (though he had to make it vague because visible mutations came in all shapes, colours and forms) and mutant positivity, and Charles had actually thought that it was one of his better audios, but apparently it brought a lot of mutantphobic bigots out of the woodwork.

cumbot2000 : ProfXXX is a mutant fucker? go to hell

diiickya188 : i came here to cum, not get turned off by this fucking mutie shit

mayhem2928 : well my dick is soft now

dl8191398 : profxxx is probs a fkn mutie himself fking disgusting

Charles sighed, quickly working his way to report the comments, but stopping when he saw that lots of the earlier mutantphobic comments on the audio had replies to them. One of them even looked like it had turned into a full-blown argument lasting 20+ responses, all of them from the same person – magneto22.

jayybee : profxxx is a mutie fucker im never listening to his shit again

magneto22 : Good riddance. This was a very well thought-out and executed audio that respected mutants with visible mutations while still being sexy and fun. You evidently can’t understand the quality of ProfessorXXX’s craft, and are a mutantphobic piece of shit, so go right ahead and fuck off and leave ProfessorXXX alone.

Charles read through a few more of magneto22’s replies, some ranging from polite and measured, and others devolving into utter swear-fests. All of them, though, defended Charles with a surprising amount of passion.

It probably wasn’t a great idea for Charles to feel so touched by someone who pays money to listen to Charles orgasm (because magneto22 did pay for Charles’s exclusive Patreon audios, he checked), but he was. There was something about the honesty in magneto22’s words, and even if Charles couldn’t hear his voice or see his face, everything the man (he assumed he was a man, considering Charles’s audios were aimed at men) said seemed genuine.

Charles ended up sending a private message to magneto22 through the audio porn app, even though that was probably a very, very stupid thing to do. This was a man paying for Charles’s porn, and Charles was what, sliding into his DMs?

‘God, I need to get laid, properly. Now I’m even catching feeling for people paying for my porn, good Lord.’

Still, Charles had sent magneto22 a message, keeping it light and somewhat formal.

ProfessorXXX : Hello. I know this might seem very strange, but I saw your very supportive and very kind comments on one of my audios ([M4M] You’re beautiful, darling [mutantandproud] [bodyworship] [visiblemutations]), and I just wanted to say thank you for your help with addressing the mutantphobic bigots. It really means a lot to me, as a mutant myself. Your words were also very flattering, and I am glad that you found the audio to be respectful – I tried to take great care in ensuring that I wasn’t playing into a mutant fetish like some people tend to do. Thank you, once again, my friend. Yours, ProfessorXXX

Charles pushed his mind off magneto22 after sending the message, focusing on editing a new audio. He was in the middle of syncing the squelching mayo noises when his email pinged, signifying that his message to magneto22 had been replied to. Charles’s stomach flipped and his heart thumped, suddenly far too giddy to be healthy.

Charles quickly clicked onto the new message, not even caring that he may seem desperate.

magneto22 : Hello ProfessorXXX. Receiving a message from you was surprising, but not strange at all. In fact, I am very glad to hear that my comments were well-received. I am very pleased to find out that you are also a mutant (I am as well). It is very refreshing to find such tastefully made adult content for mutants, especially those with visible mutations. I enjoyed your other audios, but this one made me a great fan of your work. I hope that you create more audios targeted towards those with visible mutations, but I will look forward to all of your future work nonetheless. Regards, magneto22

Charles was smiling widely at the message, endeared by the slightly awkward and stiff tone throughout it. Even though it was awkward, magneto22 sounded genuine, like he was speaking from the heart. Charles was glad that magneto22, who was a mutant (likely with a visible mutation considering he seemed very hung up on support for such mutants in particular), had enjoyed the audio.

Charles replied again swiftly, saying that he would definitely be making more mutant-centric works, adding that he would dedicate the next one to magneto22. Charles had already sent the message when he realised he had just dedicated his porn to a random man on the internet.

Charles groaned and chastised himself, closing down the app and putting his phone on do not disturb, focusing on editing the audio so he could move on to some of his college assignments.

But Charles itched to see if magneto22 had responded, and the distraction made him take much longer than usual to edit his audio clip.

***

If Emma and Raven had thought that Erik had a boyfriend because he had been hung up on notifications that ProfessorXXX had released a new audio, the fact that he was now messaging the man was icing on the cake.

When Erik had received the private message from ProfessorXXX, he had nearly dropped his phone mid-wank; the man was moaning in his ear and whispering about how he wanted to choke on Erik’s cock, but the message he had sent to Erik was well-written and friendly, and the juxtaposition of the two made Erik’s head implode.

It had taken him a while to reply, having to quickly get himself off before he could think straight. Erik had responded awkwardly, and had berated himself for sounding like a fucking tool, but ProfessorXXX had replied swiftly, sounding as jovial as he had in the first message. Erik naturally replied again, and he was waiting for ProfessorXXX to just… stop replying. But he hadn’t.

Their conversation, which had started off formal, had progressed into a mixture of heated debates about mutant rights (and Gott, now that Erik knew ProfessorXXX was a mutant made him orgasm twice as hard) and about more mundane things, like terrible college professors and trying to make a living while juggling three assignments and exam preparation.

Erik had originally thought that ProfessorXXX lived in England because of his thick accent, but when Erik had slyly asked him where the accent was from, the other man had said that the accent was from Oxford, but he was actually born and raised in New York. Erik’s brain had short-circuited again with the knowledge that ProfessorXXX lived in the same city as him.

Erik began to imagine scenarios where he would spontaneously ‘bump’ into ProfessorXXX. On the train, at a café, or just on the street. Erik thought that he would be able to recognise ProfessorXXX’s voice anywhere.

Somewhere along the way, Erik had stopped thinking of ProfessorXXX as ‘that guy I sometimes masturbate to’ to ‘the guy that is an infuriating pacifist but actually argues his case really well and is also a broke-as-fuck college student like me and Gott he’s funny and nice and-’

Erik could go on forever about ProfessorXXX, and that was the problem. Even though his compartmentalisation had been pretty shoddy to begin with, now it was just non-existent. Erik, to his mortification, liked ProfessorXXX. Really liked him. He didn’t just like how his voice could draw out the most delicious orgasms from Erik’s dick, but he liked him as a person.

Erik couldn’t even pretend that ProfessorXXX was just jerk-off material any more. No, he was too far gone for the person behind the sexy voice and dirty fantasies to pretend he wasn’t something more.

Erik and ProfessorXXX had been messaging for almost three weeks now, and Erik wanted to meet the man terribly. But he doubted ProfessorXXX would want that; in the end, Erik was his fan, and the fact that ProfessorXXX never said anything personal about himself, not even about his appearance, in his description or audios, Erik figured that he wanted to remain anonymous.

It came as a shock to Erik one day during his exams to receive a message from ProfessorXXX asking if Erik would like to meet. In person.

“Oh, fuck!” Erik yelled, the metal in his room rattling as he nearly dropped his phone on his face from where he was lying in bed. Erik was still freaking out when his roommate banged on his door, yelling at him to fix the bloody shower head, his powers running so amok that he had been twisting the metal in the bathroom into misshapen lumps. Erik apologised quickly and straightened all of the pipes out, before turning back to the message.

magneto22 : Yes, I would love to meet in person. Were you thinking sometime after exams? I finish on Wednesday this week.

ProfessorXXX : Oh, excellent! I finish this week as well – Thursday, to be exact. We could maybe grab coffee some time? Is there a time and day that would work best for you? I’m flexible.

“I’m sure you are flexible,” Erik mumbled to himself, cursing at the way his cock twitched at the unintentionally suggestive words.

magneto22 : Friday around midday?

ProfessorXXX : Oh, I’m sorry, my friend. Unfortunately I have a prior engagement at that time. I am free all of Saturday, though.

If he’s free all of Saturday, that means he’s free at night and maybe- Erik, Gott, stop.

magneto22 : Saturday works for me as well. Should we say 11am? We can choose a coffee shop somewhere between the both of us.

ProfessorXXX : Excellent! I live near Columbia. I recall you mentioning that you go to NYU? I know of a fantastic coffee shop right between them. I can send you the details.

magneto22 : Looking forward to it.

ProfessorXXX : As am I, my friend.

Erik stared at his phone with giddy anticipation, his grin almost splitting his face in two.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

***

It was 11am on Friday, the day after Charles had his last exam. The telepath watched Raven try on outfits for Emma’s birthday brunch in the mirror, waiting a little impatiently since he had been ready for 45 minutes already, while Raven had only just decided how she wanted to style her natural red hair. Emma’s brunch started in 30 minutes, and on the subway it took at least 20 minutes to get to the ritzy brunch house, and Charles hated being late. He also wasn’t looking forward to having to squeeze onto the subway to get to the restaurant, but what could he do. He and Raven couldn’t afford a cab, let alone a car.

“You’re telling me you’re not interested in Erik anymore? Mr ‘Exactly My Type’?” Raven asked incredulously as her blue skin rippled into a tight red dress that matched her hair. Clicking her tongue as she spun in the mirror, she changed it to a sleek white jumpsuit, nodding thoughtfully.

“I am sure that he’s lovely, but no, I am no longer interested,” Charles said, fighting the smile on his face as he remembered magneto22’s messages to him. Charles had thought that asking the man on a date – because this was a date, right? – would have ended in immediate failure, but he had seemed excited. Almost as excited as Charles, but Charles was beyond the realm of excited and was bordering on manic.

“Oh my God, did you meet someone?!” Raven exclaimed, eyeing her brother’s expression with shock. Charles just shrugged, Raven squealing. “You so did! When the hell did this happen? How did this happen? You’ve been so busy with your TA job and the audios, not to mention exams. Just when? What? How? Spill, now.”

“Okay, don’t… freak out,” Charles said, trying to figure out how to explain things. Even though Charles felt like he knew magneto22, they hadn’t revealed their true names to each other, or their faces. Charles thought there was this tiny barrier hanging over their heads, a barrier that stemmed from the fact that they only began talking to each other because Charles made porn, and magneto22 was a fan of said porn. Things started off in an odd place, and even though Charles liked magneto22 – really liked him – it was still this thing hanging over his head like a storm cloud.

Charles hoped that meeting magneto22 in person would get rid of that last little barrier between them.

“Don’t freak out? I’m already freaking out,” Raven said, turning away from her figure in the mirror after changing into a floral sundress. “Spill, Charles.”

Charles quickly told her what had happened, and by the end of it, Raven was staring at her brother with a blank expression.

“You’re meeting up with a guy who’s a fan of your porn?” Raven paraphrased, blinking rapidly like she was still trying to process everything.

“That’s the short of it, yes.”

“Charles, I get that you’re desperate, but… That’s desperate,” Raven said, Charles giving her a look. “Oh, come on! You’re meeting up with a guy who pays you to help get him off! What if he’s a creep?!”

“People who watch porn aren’t all creeps, Raven. I watch porn, you watch porn – heck, even Hank watches porn,” Charles said, throwing up his hands. “And it’s not like I haven’t spoken to him. We’ve messaged. A lot.” Charles grew a little quiet then, nervously knotting his hands together.

“I… I really like him, Raven,” Charles whispered, peeking up at his sister, whose expression softened.

“Oh, Charles,” Raven sighed, walking over to him and wrapping him in a tight hug. “Fine, I’ll accept this for now, and only because I know you can use your mind voodoo to make him start dancing the macarena if he turns out to be a creep.”

“Oh, I can make him do more than just that,” Charles said, smirking a little, Raven laughing.

“Damn it, now I’m more worried about the other guy, Charles!”

***

Erik glared at Emma from where he stood on the sidelines after being forced to attend her birthday brunch. Erik hadn’t wanted to come at all, which is why he had asked to meet ProfessorXXX on the day of the event. He hadn’t asked to meet up on Friday just because he wanted an excuse to miss Emma’s obnoxious brunch though – he asked because he also because he didn’t know if he could wait any longer, knowing that he was going to meet ProfessorXXX.

Erik was already head over heels for the man, even though he didn’t know anything about him other than the things the porn creator told him through their messages, and the sound of his voice. He also knew how ProfessorXXX sounded when he had a real orgasm, one that wasn’t put on for the sake of an audio (ProfessorXXX had told him, a little shyly, which audios were authentic and now Erik believed he could tell the difference between the man’s real and fake orgasms).

Erik refused to let his good mood from securing a date with ProfessorXXX be dampened by Emma and her stupid brunch, but it was becoming hard to not rip up the metal pipes to flood out the whole restaurant and force the party to end.

Erik never liked events with lots of people, and this was one such event. Emma had a wide social circle. The Summers brothers were chatting with Armando and Sean while waiting for drinks from the open bar Emma hired, and Angel was busy helping the birthday girl arrange a balloon arch set up at the photo area. Emma had even invited Hank McCoy, whom she had only met once through Raven and her brother, but had decided to invite him anyway.

Speaking of Raven, she was still not here yet. The party was scheduled to start at 11:30, and it was already 11:40. Erik had never met Raven’s brother before, but Raven and Emma had mentioned him in front of Erik enough times to know enough about the man. Charles was apparently ridiculously intelligent, and though he was born into privilege he had a solid work ethic and never complained about having to work two jobs to support him and Raven. Raven said that he was a TA, but never mentioned what his second job was. Erik wasn’t the type to be curious anyway, so he never found out.

Erik also knew that Raven’s brother was involved in a horrific car accident when he was nineteen, leaving him wheelchair-bound. Erik wondered if that was why they were late – public transport could be hell for most people, but even more so than people who used wheelchairs. Erik sometimes used his powers to shove people out of the way when they were being assholes and inconsiderate to people trying desperately to get through on their wheelchairs, even giving the chairs themselves a helpful nudge if they got snagged.

Just as Erik was thinking about the siblings, the door to the restaurant opened, revealing Raven in a tight white dress. She had decided to make her red hair long and wavy, but retained her yellow eyes and blue scale-like skin. She looked fantastic, and Erik always preferred her when she was wearing her natural appearance.

‘ProfessorXXX’s visible mutation audios would make more people feel comfortable in their own skin like Raven,’ Erik thought to himself, heart-warming at the thought of the man.

Erik admired Raven’s appearance for one second longer, before turning his gaze to her brother.

And, mein Gott, when Raven and Emma talked about him, they seemed to forget to mention that he was fucking beautiful. Fluffy brown hair that was a little too long to be fashionable but worked for him, eyes that were so blue they looked supernatural and lips that were so red that he perpetually looked like someone who had been snogged within an inch of his life just seconds prior. His shoulders were strong, biceps flexing as he wheeled himself into the room, visible through the crisp white shirt he was wearing.

Raven’s brother – Charles – wheeled towards Emma with a wide smile on his face, corner of his eyes crinkling.

Then, Erik remembered that he was a telepath – and a powerful one, too – and quickly clamped down on his errant thoughts. He also remembered that he was going on a date with ProfessorXXX tomorrow. Even though Charles was extremely attractive – anyone with eyes could see that – he didn’t make Erik’s heart go mushy like ProfessorXXX did when he talked about wanting to create an audio specifically for mutants with tails.

ProfessorXXX could look nothing like Charles, and Erik would still be ridiculously attracted to him.

Emma’s eyes turned from Charles to meet Erik’s, and she smiled a little, flashing her white teeth.

‘Don’t be such a party-pooper, Erik. Come and mingle,’ Emma sent him telepathically, Erik projecting an emphatic ‘No, thank you,’ back at her.

‘Oh, please, Sugar. I could hear you undressing Charles with your eyes before. It’s lucky that he has a stronger moral code than me and actively blocks out your thoughts, otherwise he’d know exactly how his biceps make you feel,’ Emma continued, Erik gritting his teeth.

‘I am not interested, Emma,’ Erik shot back, the woman laughing inside his head.

‘Yes, because of your secret boyfriend. Very well, Sugar. I’ll let you off the hook – but only if you come and talk to people, they’re thinking that you’re dampening the mood by being all doom and gloom over there.’

Erik glared at Emma, but trudged over to the group of people, heading directly over to Raven. She was the person he could stand the most out of the lot of them, even if her ridiculously attractive brother was hanging around by her side.

Raven spotted him as he stalked over, waving him over with an excited “Erik! Come and meet my brother”. Erik sighed, figuring that it was about time he met the brother his friend always gushed about.

“Charles, this is Erik. Erik, Charles,” Raven said as the men shook hands, Charles doing so with a wide and friendly smile, Erik just grunting.

Just before they moved to drop their clasped hands, Charles spoke.

“Hello, Erik. It’s lovely to meet you. Raven’s told me a lot about you.”

What.

“Oh my fucking God,” Erik choked out, body freezing as his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Raven stared at Erik like he had grown two heads while Charles’s brow furrowed in concern at Erik’s strange reaction. But how else could Erik react, when he had instantly recognised Charles’s voice, clear as day.

It was a voice that has been whispering obscenities into Erik’s ears for months, the voice belonging to the man Erik has been crushing on for just less that.

‘CHARLES IS PROFESSORXXX HOLY SHIT,’ Erik’s mind screamed, and Charles’s eyes widened then, no doubt hearing the screaming words despite his shields, especially since their hands were still clasped tightly together.

Erik felt an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation tickle at the edge of his mind, a spreading warmth that almost felt like a gentle knock on the door. It was Charles, it had to be – he was the only other telepath here apart from Emma, and Erik knew what Emma’s telepathy felt like. He also knew that she would never ‘knock’ and just barge on in without hesitation.

‘Erik, you wouldn’t happen to be magneto22, would you?’ Erik heard in his mind, ProfessorXXX’s voice – Charles’s voice – a little hesitant and nervous. Erik did not have to respond, Charles feeling the flood of embarrassment/attraction/affection pouring from Erik. Charles’s face then flashed with shock, happiness and something much more.

“So this is what you meant when you said you had a prior engagement,” Erik suddenly blurted out, Raven looking even more confused while Charles just laughed, the sound so beautiful and familiar that Erik fell for him even further, right then and there.

“And you said you were free,” Charles replied teasingly, red lips curving upwards. ‘Would you happen to still be free, ah, after brunch?’ Charles asked in Erik’s mind, the metallokinetic nodding furiously.

‘I’m free all day. I could even free myself up right now, if that works for you?’ Erik pushed into the telepath’s head, the man’s blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

“That definitely works for me, my friend.”

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #magneto #professor x #professorxxx #modern au #xmen #xmen fic #audioporn #marvel #emma frost #raven darkholme #mystique #james mcavoy #michael fassbender

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Picking Up Worms

Genre: Growing up

words: 2k

Summary: a story about a young girl and her hobby of picking up worms after it rains.

Content warning: suicide

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She leaned down, squared her shoulders, and picked up a worm. It’s fat body was slick and cool to the touch and it squirmed between her pinched fingertips. It was a big one - as if it had eaten extra dirt or had extra children or was some sort of worm royalty that filled up the same space as three other worms.

Kiki held her breath as she transported the king worm painstakingly across the sun drenched sidewalk and over to the Henderson’s overgrown yard.

It wiggled uselessly from side to side the second she put it down and she murmured a few words to its sightless body. “Sorry for touching you,” Kiki whispered, “you can go back home now.”

Her friend sneered and wrinkled her nose. “Don’t you know it’s just going to be eaten by a bird later?”

Kiki just shrugged and straightened up, “Now he won’t get stepped on.” She didn’t really care what Samantha from next door thought. Not after the many times she had seen her pick her nose and eat it. Samantha rolled her eyes and they stomped into a puddle together until their shins were muddy with brown water and their socks were soaked through.

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Kiki’s parents were yelling. A baritone and a shrill shriek chasing each other in a tornado of words that she was sure would leave bee-stings and bruises on their hearts. Kiki put her fists over her ears in the hallway and hunched over like a dog about to puke.

The rain drummed heavy against the apartment roof and a baby cried somewhere on the third floor in a wane voice. Kiki ducked her head down and tried to sink into the floor.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to come home at eight every night if you would put any effort into looking for a job.” That was her dad. Big, tired, weighed down with hard patches of skin and a big smile if he would smile.

“Do you not think I’m fucking looking, Doug? And don’t you dare say raising a kid ain’t work too,” she stomped her foot like she was breaking a wine glass at a wedding, “How am I even supposed to have my own life when you barely help with that child? God knows she needs it. And I don’t want to-” Kiki crawled toward the front door, jiggled the lock open and bolted down the apartment stairs into the courtyard at full speed. Rain dripped down her cheeks and splashed down the back of her neck in cold streams and she scoured the ground for worms freeing themselves from the drowning earth and beaching themselves on the sidewalk.

She scanned and scanned the square until the patter of rain slowed and her hair was soaked through all the way to the scalp.

She finally trailed back upstairs and thought about failed arctic explorers who died huddled together on big metal ships with Victorian curse words on their lips. Her dad patted her hair dry when she snuck in and assured her that worms didn’t come out at night anyway. They only came out for the sun.

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“They breathe through their skin.”

“What?” Kiki didn’t look up from her phone where she was scrolling. “Worms. They breathe through their skin.”

Andrew propped himself up where he lay diagonally across her lavender comforter. “Are you even trying to do the pre-algebra homework?” He said with his own homework open to page 12 or 15 or whichever one it had been. Kiki just grunted back. “No. I stopped an hour ago.” He let out a crickety laugh and sank toward her. “You’re wild. You know that? I can tell you don’t even care about Mrs. Shaw's class.” He said and glanced down at her lips.

She knew he was thinking about kissing again, because Kiki had a feeling that he was always thinking about kissing. She didn’t remember why she said yes when he asked her out on the bus that morning in August on the first day of eighth grade, but she said yes.

He held her hand and bought her packs of gum and only sometimes smelled like old sandwich meats and sour deodorant. Cindy in Homeroom said he was a perv with pictures of naked anime girls on his phone, but Kiki hadn’t bothered to actually check.

It was his phone, and she didn’t care.

He kissed her while she was still glancing down at the Wikipedia article and thinking about how worms breathe through their skin and were basically one long digestive system. She imagined what it would be like to have your home and food source flooded and live your life struggling up and up and up into a cruel, bright world above every time it rained.

And he kept kissing her until her mom knocked on the door and they jumped apart with red-faced hysteria and Kiki tried to mimic his easy smile a second later.

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Kiki stared at the sidewalk and her stomach turned over like it wanted to empty out its contents. She sighed heavily and dropped down. There must have been a bicycle. It’s little body was severed in half and red guts spilled onto the hard concrete like squeezed jelly.

Every muscle in her body tensed and she crouched lower to try and cradle the little flailing head. “You’ll regrow,” she whispered and couldn’t quite see right. “You’ll regrow, right?” She scooped up what she could of it’s broken body and placed it gently in the grass, but it had stopped moving.

The sun beat high on her brow and no one called to her when she walked into the schoolyard - they never did anymore after Kiki became Kiki in a way they didn’t like. She slipped inside on her ghost feet with her expressionless ghost face. She went to the bathroom where none of the other girl’s congregated and washed her hands five times in a row.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered to her reflection. “I’m so so sorry.” The tears didn’t come, they rarely did, but she tugged on her fingers cruelly until each one of them popped and ached and her joints flushed an angry red.

A grey like wet paint covered her insides and she cracked her fingers again and again even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore.

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“Hey, Kiki!” Mr. Nathan, her 11th grade English teacher addressed her that morning. He was in his thirties, well-spoken and well-shaven. She turned to him as class was dismissed. “Can you stay after class for a sec?” He said “sec” in the same way you say “tic-tac”, or like he typed out “lol” in official school emails. Kiki took her time creeping toward him and kept her mouth shut in a firm line. “I’ll get the paper to you soon, promise.” She was lying. The paper was two weeks late and she hadn’t even started it or thought about starting it.

“That’s not it,” he waved a hand through the air carelessly. He winked. “When you turn it in, I know it’ll be stellar.” She didn’t return his wide blinding smile and instead looked down at the Star Trek figurines he kept on his desk in a little troupe. Uhura was facing the wall. “But uh, Kiki?” She snapped back to attention and remembered what her mom had said before she left for work the other day: “Make an effort Kiki.” Sighing, she had turned and left without looking back.

Kiki made an effort and tried to meet his eyes, “Yes?” “How are you doing?” He asked, slowly.

Oh. Kiki thought to herself. Someone had noticed.

“You haven’t really been… speaking up in class.” His expression tightened.

She shrugged. “I haven’t got anything to say.”

“Are the other kids...” he looked her over. “Are they being nice?” That almost made Kiki smile. Almost. “They’re fine.” She said honestly, flatly. “I’m just… tired.” She felt the tiredness in the same way soldiers felt for their guns in enemy territory: you carried it close to you and checked it often.

“Well,” he sighed. “Get some sleep. You’re a sharp kid.” That was much closer to making her smile than anything else. “Thanks Mr. Nathan.” She turned to leave, going to sit alone at lunch and skim through her phone without really looking at it.

“Of course,” he called after her and Kiki wished things were different. “I’m always here for you.”

Kiki slipped out the door and thought about a different Kiki: a Kiki who knew what to say to that and had already started her paper and didn’t make her own hands hurt. Instead, the second the door closed it felt like all of her weight fell into her shoes and The Tiredness pulled out the final Jenga block and sank her battleships and took her queen and shouted “uno!” at the top of it’s lungs. Maybe he cared, but he didn’t know her.

She imagined staring up Mr. Nathan in the way the worms looked up at her. She swept them up from the sidewalk knowing they’d be back there again next week. Didn’t he know? It didn’t matter.

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“What’s the point?” Kiki murmured as she leaned against the door of her family's apartment.

Her mom and dad sat across from each other but the entire tundra spread out between their arms and feet. Maybe things would be different if they weren’t so stubborn or so similar and then their wedding rings wouldn’t gleam like badges of resentment and endurance. A challenge to the other to take it off.

“Kiki,” her dad said slowly, and they both knew he would take the lead. “You have to go to school.” She stared down at her feet and noticed how long her toe nails had gotten and how much crud had worked its way under the corners and she didn’t say anything.

“Look at your father Kiki,” her mother snapped and unfolded her arms. “Look at him, we’re trying to talk to you about something important.”

Kiki didn’t look up and she didn’t breath and the grayness spread like a spill on the floor that rotted the wood and wrecked the foundations of a house. The type where you walked in one morning and the boiler had crashed through into the basement and the wallpaper had peeled back to reveal sheets of mold that had always been there.

And all the floorboards had water damage.

“Kiki…” Soft.

“Kiki!” Hard.

Kiki turned toward the door and her mother flew to her feet and stomped over to her like she was breaking wine glasses at weddings all over again. “Look at me, you can’t keep doing this!” She grabbed Kiki’s wrist, hard.

“I’m looking at you!” Kiki screeched. Her throat throbbed and she spat, but she wasn’t looking at her. And then she was turning and fiercely brushing her mom off and the tiredness broke through to the grayness which broke through to an ugly ocean that swallowed and gushed and broke across her spine into pieces.

She shoved her feet into her shoes by the door. How did it end up like this? She wondered as she watched her gnarled toes disappear into her loafers.

She streaked out the door with her parents wailing like alley cats after her. But she was faster, and it was too late. It had been for awhile.

She streaked out onto the wet pavement outside where the world of Chicago was drying and streaming and billowing onward. She walked and walked and walked. It ached but not in a way that mattered.

She was on a bridge when she stopped; it was a high and concrete pedestrian passageway where bikers streaked by and homeless people sometimes collapsed. She was still wearing dirty pajama pants and a sports bra that rubbed at the place under her armpits wrong.

Underneath, cars drove by with their brights on and rainbows and halos and spotted disco lights in their headlights that reflected off puddles and blinded oncoming traffic. The humming sound of wheels on pavement filled her head.

Kiki stared down and clenched her teeth so tight it felt like she had too many. She breathed like there weren’t enough breaths in the world for her to suck down. Narrowing her eyes, she honed in on something down below.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She hissed at a thin tendril of a worm on the ground in the middle of the bridge. “There’s not even any grass around here!” She wasn’t sure how loud she was being, but a woman walking her fluffy white dog gave her a wide berth as she passed.

“What are you doing?!” Her throat hurt. She was tired and she knelt down to the ground. “I can’t help you. There’s no grass here.” She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she realized she was yelling at a lost hairband and there was no worm. And she still couldn’t help it.

Kiki was tired of being tired and slipping through the cracks that everyone else simply crossed with ease.

She stood up, turned toward the edge of the bridge, and stiffly walked over. She imagined leaves in the wind being carried away by the ends of their stems, being flung left and right in the breeze in ways birds would never know.

She thought and thought about those leaves as she climbed over the barrier between the bridge and the road down below.

Kiki closed her eyes and clung to the edge of the railing with her fingertips as the cars zoomed by with people inside living their lives, carrying on. Maybe they were thinking about how the radio announcer had a squeaky voice or how their mom’s never called on Valentine's Day anymore or how the earth was heating up and the little nubs of the world were drowning in the oncoming ocean tides.

Maybe they were speeding and thinking about sex with their boss or the stain on their suit jacket.

Maybe they could look people in the eye when they talked and their English teacher didn’t stop them in the hall and the kids at school didn’t ask why they never talked. Or laughed. Or smiled.

And maybe their parents loved each other and they didn’t breathe through their skin like worms on the sidewalk that would never make it to grass again.

“What are you doing?”

Kiki let go of the edge. And she flew away like an autumn leaf caught in the harvest moon wind and sailed through the sky with her stem steering her left and right and flailing in boundless circles. And maybe she didn’t.

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Kiki was crying and it felt like she had been crying for days now. Her body ached and the hospital smelled like chemicals and human taint: the guts and bad breath and bloody dark coppery bits.

They let her walk outside sometimes and sometimes she even wanted to after doctor Reyes told her that she was brave. And good. And going to make it (somehow, somehow).

The woman with the white dog had dragged Kiki back from the edge that day and forced her to the nearest emergency room where they asked her The Questions. Did she want to die? No, not really. Did she have a plan to hurt herself? No, not exactly. How long had she had these thoughts? Awhile.

She asked them a question of her own: I’m tired. Does it ever end? When does it end.

It doesn’t. At least, not the way she thought it would.

It was Sunday now. She turned toward the patches of grass in the hospital courtyard and stared at the criss-crossing sidewalks until she saw it: a worm. Round and fat and pink as you please. Lying on the rough concrete so it could breath again - and get stepped on or dried-out or eaten like a useless, ugly thing.

She sighed. “What’s the point?” She murmured because she was still trying to speak more and express more. “You’ll just do this again. And again.” She thought about what the doctor said and about how much her parents cried when she told them about the grayness on her insides. And she thought about the get-well cards from her classmates that would just end up in the trash or under her bed somewhere, but they sent anyway and maybe she cried about that too.

She made her way toward the worm on the sidewalk. She picked up it’s wiggling, slick body between her pinched fingertips and she put it on the grass and gave the faintest of smiles.

And it wiggled and squirmed on the long curls of grass among the shiny droplets of water and Kiki stood up to go find another one. And another. And another. Giving them the chance to do this all over again the next time it rained.

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years

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Who Killed Jason Shaw? Chapter 5: Mona (RoD, Colt x MC)

Summary: Ellie visits Mona and makes an eventful stop at Shaw’s wake.

Rating: R (discussions of death, almost violence)

Pairing: Colt x MC, RoD

Length: ~2300 words

“You gonna let me in?”

Mona rolled her eyes, opening the door wider to let her slide past. “I suppose I can fit you in my busy schedule.”

Ellie smirked and pulled the car keys from her pocket, tossing them over with a flick of the wrist. “You chariot, your highness.”

“Thanks. Kaneko probably liked riding shotgun in my car over your dad’s old cruiser.”

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“It’s not like I can drive it anywhere anyways.”

“How’s house arrest?”

“Still awful.” Mona flopped onto her couch. “I am caught up on all the daytime TV I never wanted to watch, the only person who visits me is my lawyer, and I just want to be out.”

“I’m sorry.” Ellie flopped beside her. “You want some good news?”

“Shaw’s dead.”

Ellie sat up suspiciously. “How did you-?”

“My lawyer.” Mona ran hand through her hair. “He called the day after it happened, chewed me out a little, and then wanted to talk strategy.”

“What strategy?”

“Well, he was supposed to testify against me. He’s dead, Hester and Wallace are on the run so...”

Ellie furrowed her brows. “Sooo....”

“So he thinks there’s not much of a case, really.”

“He thinks he’s gonna get you off all charges?”

Mona shrugged. “Colt hired the best.”

“And they know you couldn’t do it anyways...”

“Do what? What do you mean?”

Ellie looked at her hands. “My dad thinks it wasn’t an accident. He thinks someone from the crew offed him.”

“Wait. What do you mean I couldn’t do it?” Mona looked almost offended. “I could do it. I would, with my own bare hands.”

“Ummm...your ankle bracelet?” Ellie looked pointedly at the large black contraption tied to her ankle. “They would know if you left the house, if you got within ten blocks of him.”

“Psh.” Mona derisive scoff made Ellie pause. “I can get this thing off, not problem.”

Ellie froze, heart dropping. “What?”

“It’s not hard. You just need the right screwdriver to get the side piece off and the paneling inside had a joint that you can undo. Wanna see?”

“Wait, no-”

“Too bad.” Mona leapt from the couch to fish around in a kitchen cabinet, returning with a small Phillips. “See? You just need to...” It took thirty seconds, three separate screws and then Mona slid her fingers over her dainty foot and suddenly, the tracking bracelet was dangling from her finger. “Tada! Easy.”

Ellie’s jaw dropped.

“I don’t do it that often, you know.” Mona fiddled with the black plastic in her hands. “Just when I desperately need to get out of the house.”

“Mona...” Ellie nervously rubbed her fingers together. “Did you desperately need to get out of the house Sunday night?”

“I don’t know...maybe? I might have snuck out, just to get some fresh air and hit the bar down the block. Why?” Ellie avoided her gaze to look out the window. “Oh my God, you’re investigating.” Ellie kept looking out the window; she could only see sky, blue stretching out as far as she could see, but she just kept staring, mind racing. “Are you investigating me?”

“Well, I wasn’t! I thought you were stuck here all the time!” Ellie sighed, looking at her hands. “My dad’s investigating. He thinks it wasn’t as accidental as it appears and he suspects someone from the crew.”

Mona blinked and then threw her head back, laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

Mona wiped a stray tear from her eye. “I feel like you could throw a rock in LA and have a good chance of hitting someone who had it out for Shaw. Yeah, we are sketchy, but so is half the county. You know he’s after us because your dad thinks we corrupted his little girl.”

“Probably true...”

“Do you think he did it?”

“Huh? Who?”

“Your mastermind boyfriend, there.”

Ellie looked out the window again. “He said no. He wouldn’t lie to me.”

“He’d only make you unknowingly transport someone he kidnapped.”

“He didn’t kill him.”

“Then who did?”

“I don’t know!” Ellie threw up her hands. “Maybe it really just was an accident!”

“Ha. Or maybe you’re still the shy valedictorian who has a ten o’clock curfew.”

Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Why don’t you check out the wake?” Mona continued.

Ellie froze. “What?”

“My lawyer told me the wake’s today and tomorrow, they put that bastard in the ground.”

“Why would I go to the wake?”

“Doesn’t the murderer always do that? Gloat over their victim? You could investigate who shows up.” Mona grinned, all teeth.

“And how would you know this?”

“I’ve watched hours of TV sitting in this freaking apartment; there is a Law & Order on every goddamn hour!” Mona cast an assessing eye over her clothes. “You’re in all black anyways, perfect outfit. Why don’t you check it out?”

“I just did laundry, ok?” Ellie rolled her eyes. “I didn’t bring that many clothes, jeez. Chill out.”

“Ok. But I’m just saying you should check it out. It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had.”

Ellie looked at her assessingly. “Not the worst...”

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Ellie was bored. So bored. She had been there for an hour and no one, not a soul, had come or gone from the funeral home. She expected someone, anyone, hell, she prayed for someone to come but it was dead. Apparently, the cops wanted nothing to do with Shaw and Meaghan started a new life for herself. It just meant that there was absolutely nothing to see or do on this silent, still street. She had already searched her dad’s car for snacks (and found nothing) and dug through her purse for something to do (she counted her change, watched the flame of a lighter dance, and played Solitaire until her battery was down to 15%).

She was bored.

As a result, any confusion she felt when she heard the familiar roar of a motorcycle was immediately supplanted by relief as Colt slid into her passenger seat.

“What are you doing here?” Didn’t Mona say that the guilty party always showed up? Criminal tendencies aside, she was rarely wrong.

“Came to see you.”

“How’d you know I was here?”

“Talked to Mona.” He settled in next to her. “I didn’t know you borrowed her car.”

“Yeah, the brakes on my dad’s old cruiser were acting up. I fixed them, though.”

“Look at my little mechanic.”

She rolled her eyes. “Did you come here to make fun of me? Or to run surveillance on the funeral home, too? Because let me tell you, it’s boring as hell.”

“I can imagine.” He cast a skeptical look across the street, at the bored employees in dark suits milling around. “Have you been looking at these phone records?”

Ellie’s heart dropped. She had been, before shoving them under her bed when her dad came up the stairs, but something in the gleam of Colt's eyes made he think she should have been looking closer. “Uhh...”

“There’s a bunch of weird stuff here.” Colt pulled out the papers, neatly folded in the pocket of his jacket. She could see blue ink, phone numbers and dates circles, careful notes in the margins.

“When did you become a detective?”

“Ha ha. Know the law to beat the law.” He handed her a page. “He sure called Chicago a lot.”

She looked down at the paper. “You think it’s Hester or Wallace?”

“Could be.” He thumbed through the pages. “Some weird payphone calls, the one Toby found, a long one the day before he died outside Mile High Stadium.” He flipped through some more pages. “But look, look.”

Ellie’s heart dropped and her mouth went dry.

“Ellie, he called Logan!” If Colt could find it that easily, the cops could too. “Ellie, him and Logan talked. Multiple times. There’s one here, over a week ago. Then another...” The sound of pages turning pulled Ellie from her reverie. “And here. Three times, Ellie. He and Logan talked three times.”

She rubbed her forehead.

“Did you visit him yet?”

“No.” The space behind her eyes was starting to throb. “Not yet.”

Colt looked at her curiously, studying her. Finally, he dropped the papers. “Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Yeah, fine. Fine.” Even she could tell her voice was hollow and unconvincing.

His careful fingers curled around the back of her neck and her breath caught. She had seen those hands punch and scrabble and commit acts of violence that made her head spin but, sometimes, when those fingers ghosted over her skin, sometimes she forgot the hard edges, the crime, willing to forget all of it for just one more gentle touch. Besides, wasn’t everyone a mix of good and evil, an internal a battle between the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other? Just because the devil won once didn’t mean a person was irredeemable. Right?

“Hey.” His soft voice broke through her thoughts. “I love you.”

She blinked, brow furrowing. “I know. I love you, too.” She sighed, low in her throat, as those gentle fingers tugged, lifting her across the center console, gently placing her in his lap.

“I love you, Ellie.” His mutter was low, lips against the skin behind her ear. “No matter what, I love you.”

She pulled back to look at him. “What do you-AAAH!” Her query was interrupted by the car door flying open, a strong hand on her arm pulling her from the car, catching her before she tumbled to the pavement. “What the-?”

She looked up at her assailant and her voice died in her throat at the fury in her dad’s eyes. “Dad?”

“Get your hands off of her!” Cot was out of the car in an instant, leaping to the ground behind her.

“This is between me and my daughter, not some degenerate two-bit thief.”

“Excuse me?” Colt strode forward and Ellie’s breath caught; he looked every bit the criminal her dad claimed, tough, aggressive, hands balled into fists as his eyes zeroed in on her dad. She tried to shrink away but her dad’s hand held firm. “I said let go of her!”

Finally, her dad let his arm fall, glaring at Colt. “Ellie, get in the car and go home. Now!”

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Colt slid in front of her, stepping in front of her dad; she could just see the ice in her dad’s eyes over the leather jacket and the rigid set of shoulders underneath.

“Colt, no-” This is not how she envisioned Colt meeting her dad. Crap.

“And you? Leave my daughter alone.”

“I think she can decide who she talks to.”

“And I think it’s not gonna be idiot hooligans with more muscles than brains. You need to stay the hell away from her.”

“You watch how you talk to me.”

“Or what? Stay. Away. From. Her. Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“You think I have any qualms about taking you out of here in cuffs?”

“What’s the charge, exactly, Detective? Keeping her bed warm? I mean, that’s not illegal, but maybe some of the things we do should be, right?”

“COLT!” Jesus Christ, she was gonna kill him.

“How about murder, smart ass?”

“You think I killed him?”

Her dad took another step forward, hate in his eyes, jaw set.

“Fucking cuff me then.” Colt’s voice held a challenge that she was terrified her dad would accept.

Her dad took yet another step closer as the two squared off. “Don’t think I won’t hesitate to take you in.”

“Colt, come on.” She was clinging to his arm, trying to pull him back, her eyes brimming with tears; she could feel his tension in his muscles, coiled and ready to strike. If the clench of his fist was a precursor to a punch, this would get ugly. Fast.

“You better have some proof before you start throwing baseless accusations around.” The ushers from the funeral home had noticed the altercation, turning to watch, gesturing and whispering.

“Baby, please.” Ellie pulled harder but Colt wasn’t moving, feet planted, less than a foot between him and her dad.

“I’ve taken down tougher men than you, Kaneko.” Her dad wasn’t backing down either, hand on his service pistol, another step forward so he was in Colt’s face.

The tears had started to fall, clinging to her cheeks, dropping into her hair. “Dad, stop!”

They were eye-to-eye now; her dad had an inch over Colt but Colt was broader, the tight lines under the cut of leather imposing enough without the rage in his eyes. “If you think you can pin this on me, then you’re as fucking corrupt as he was.”

“Colt!” It took the hysteria creeping into her voice and one huge tug on his forearm but, finally, he turned, looking at her as if he just remembered she was there. “Please, stop. Please.” She watched him look at her dad, again, then her, taking in the tears on her face, the trembling of the arm that still clutched at him, desperately.

With one last look at her dad, jaw clenching, he shook his head and turned heel, storming back to his bike.

“What the hell, dad?”

“I cannot believe you’re...you’re cavorting with him!”

She blinked, watching Colt throw his leg over the bike and, before she could think better of it, darted after him. “Wait, wait!” He looked confused, helmet in his hands, as she dashed over. Before she could think twice, acting on instinct without regard for consequence, she clutched his cheeks in her palms, pulling his lips to hers in a desperate apology, an unmistakable message to them both. He kissed her back, fiercely, before she pulled away. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His eyes trailed down her face, softness in his eyes such a contrast to the enraged look her dad got. Finally, with one last glance behind her, he put his helmet on and was off with a roar. After his taillights faded into the night, she crossed her arms over her chest, shooting one last withering look at her dad before getting in the car and driving away.

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rpausandwhatifs · 5 years

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Sleepover|| AU Drabble; Shawna, Danny, Arina

Shawna had been rather solitary and busy with her midterms, and just happened to finally find time on one of her late nights were she was supposed to be studying or working on a project and thought about the invitation that Arina had extended to her about hanging out over the weekend to finally hang out and sleepover. The girl had basically thrown a tantrum because she had come back and wanted to see the other girl, to which she was surprised to be wanted so badly and it’s exactly what she could handle.

Danny and Arina had spent countless hours together since he had picked her up from the airport. The couplet had decided to waste no time with their rare opportunity to see if their usual fun and antics still could be enjoyed even as a girl. It was better than they could have imagined, but Danny’s mind did wonder when the moments were still. Arina was everything he wanted and he still saw the man in flipflops. He could express what he felt and it seemed easier than the games and teasing they’d do to hide their affections under, probably because the male version held onto the fear that didn’t exist in Arina, it made this way more comfortable- almost too comfortable.

“Danny?” Arina asked while drying her hair with a towel, wrapping it around her and crawled over Danny’s bed to hear him, her body and face glistening with droplets of water and painted pink with blushing rosey skin. The man was not expecting her to crawl up because he was lost in his headphones, rolling tray in his lap while he rolled. The only thing that indicated her presence was the soft pressure of his arm getting lodged between her breasts.

He quickly straightened up and pushed off one of his headphones, “A-A-Arina, back up sweetie, I almost dropped this-” he said, looking over slowly before exclaiming from noticing her lack of clothes, “Ah! My arm was caught in your..fun bags!” he erupts into giggling, “Put some clothes on, please.”

Arina gasped and looked down, throwing herself back on her knees, clutching herself as he explained, gasping and getting frustrated herself. “Danny~! I-I was trying to ask you something!” she lightly throws her fist down and as her hair materializes into a messy ponytail, “I’m still not used to having boobs, forgive me, my depth perception is off!” she argued, her chest undulating lightly, “Now that I have your attention, how about we have a sleepover!” she perked up.

“You’re here all the time, you live here! How does that not count as something other than a constant sleepover,” he teased.

“You’re right,” Arina mused staring quizzically at her bra, but threw it away for an oversized t-shirt on Danny’s floor, which immediately changed to a tighter crop top, her underboob on display, and a very cheeky pair of bikini-cut tidey whiteys that were pink with Danny’s favourite dinosaur littered about the fabric as 8-Bit figures. She turned to him after, still making a hard-thinking expression complete with her thumb and finger craddling her chin. Then the idea strikes her, rising a pointed finger and an exclamation point appearing above her, “We should tell Shaw to come! Oh I missed her so much! I slept over with her the last time and I had soo much fun!” She shakes her fists and her eyes closed as she bounced up and down. Danny had still been frozen at his favourite things appearing on Arina, worry about it only briefly since it would go back after she took it off. He was more enamored by her overall look and her voice. Once he heard Shawna’s name, and that she knows about Arina, he figured it would be good for all of them. He quickly searched the bed for her phone and handed it to her. While Arina called Shawna over with promises of a sleepover, Danny couldn’t get his mind off Arina and how his visual stimulation was normal, but his chest felt so tight while his body felt like adrenaline was pumping- even a small sweat starting to form. It was becoming more apparent he couldn’t deny how he felt. He just tried to focus on finishing his blunt and grabbing his container full of roaches and breaking them down for the last one. “She said yes!” Arina piped up and ran out of his room to the kitchen.

Danny was worried about someone seeing her, but their whole house knew of his...girlfriend? So, he finished his task before joining her popping popcorn in the kitchen. “I’m gonna Go Puff some more stuff, and I’ll get...what did you want to eat?” he asked, walking up to her while she sat on the counter, scrolling through his phone.

Arina initially got nervous when he came up because she was hyperfixated on waiting for the popcorn.The girl welcomed the warmth of his body and stared at him up and down, also seeing what food he was scrolling through to give herself a better idea. “Uhhm, I’ll eat whatever Shaw eats! She’ll be here soon anyway!” Arina shrugged speaking lower since Danny was so close. She couldn’t hide her blush and stress mark on her forehead. She could practically hear her heartbeat as she scooted closer to the edge and caught a whiff of Danny’s sweat and light cologne and was caught up on its must and sweetness, “Oh my god, Danny~...You smell amazing..” her body leas into his as she tries to inhale more.

“Wo-oo-woooaaahh! Arina!” Danny exclaims as his best friend was extremely close and throwing her body off the counter to smell him. He acted fast, getting his hands under thighs and her cheeks, grabbing on and pushing her up a little higher so she was perched. She pinned his hands down when she sat and it felt like her grip on his neck might make him woozy, but there he was: face buried Arina’s neck, but quickly retreated with the sweet smell of spring and fruit lingering on his nose.

Arina was so intoxicated that she barely noticed that she was sitting on Danny’s hands, making her push her knees in to trap his waist. “Leigh Daniel Avidan...you dog!” she bit her lip, no longer hiding her blush. Her breath heavier in her voice she decided to test the waters, “Aren’t you supposed to handle delicate packages with care?”

“You wouldn’t really want me to grab you anywhere else,” he responded, stuck but also not running from the lingering scent or soft flesh and voice.

“Oh? I think you’re supposed to avoid going straight for grabbing my ass, just shows where your eyes have been,” Arina retorted.

“You keep..throwing your..fucking bouncy ass tiddies on me and you’re mad I grabbed your ass?!” he says exasperated, sliding his hands from under her, “And from my experience, girls don’t react well to big guys grabbing their waist.”

“You caling me a whimp?” Arina challenged.

“I’m saying that we shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen-”

“Do it, do it, Dan! Fucking coward,” she cut him off and reached to hold his face, giggling with her elevated energy.

Danny didn’t back down, pressing his lips into hers, sliding his hands up her thighs until he met her hips and then waist, being sure to hold off on his heavy pressure as his thumbs pushed into her sides, fingers pushing into her lower back. He knew he had passed the tipping point and got into it, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, knowing from the muffled moan from her end and her relaxing into his touch and throwing her arms around his neck. They quickly separated when they they heard the door being wrapped on, but not enough, “That’s...It’s Shawna. I gotta get the door dude...”

“Awh..” Arina said, making a pout, then thinking quickly, “Send her the code to get in.” She mentioned it, getting more lost in Danny’s hands and his scent.

“Arina...Come on-” he said, trying to fight her off.

“Do it or carry me with you...How’d you think I’ve been getting in Theta Mu, baby?”

“Just because you do it doesn’t make it right,” he argued with a scoff, simply grabbing her cheeks again and picking her up, walking over to the door and opened it for her.

“Oh my god,” Shawna giggled, taking a long look at Arina wrapped around Danny, coming in and closing the door. “Is that what we’re doing over here?” She asked as she took off her coat, following the two.

“You’re just in time actually,” Danny said over Arina’s shoulder as he returned to the kitchen, giving one cheek a playful slap, causing Arina to yelp, “We were popping popcorn and deciding what else else we’re ordering out.”

Shawna smiled at Arina’s noise, grabbing the popcorn bag and dumping it into the bowl on the counter, “OOOooo, I want some Asian food. Like I wanna fill up my palette with it!”

“That does sound amazing~” Arina joined turning her head.

“I know this cheap ramen and sushi place we can order from,” Shawna said getting close to Arina, “Hey Arina, are my hands cold?!”

Danny laughed as Arina screamed from cold hands on her back, “Staaahhhp! Put me down!~” she exclaimed, making Danny put her down with a huff, only to get her waist grabbed by Shawna, the electricity of pleasure shooting through the girl, moaning softly as she was pulled into her, “Aaah~ So c-cold!~ Shaw!” she fought her off weakly before being let go and still recieveing a slap on the ass from her.

“Go and put some clothes on, babe,” Shawna said, laughing.

“This is as good as it gets, you know that!” Arina snapped back with a stomp.

“What’d she put on?” she asked.

“That’s my The Who t-shirt. The really big one, and it just-”

“Oh yeah, I know, I’m jealous because it’s made some of my clothes cuter,” Shawna replied to Danny, who takes the popcorn bowl and starts taking their party back to his dorm.

Danny, Shawna and Arina were strewn across his bed, their highs settling in as they watched TV. Shawna gave Arina a glance to see her intently playing on Danny's Switch with a blanket over her legs and headphones on. "Hey Danny," Shawna asks from the edge of the bed while she sat up. He looks over at her and raises an eyebrow.

"Heyy, Shawna, what's up?" he asked with a lazy smile, "Is the food coming?"

"No..not yet...but like..do you like like Arina too?" she questioned.

"Yeah, of course I do. I love her, but shush! I never said that..." Danny replied, then sitting up more too, getting the tray off his bed and allowing Shawna to crawl up onto him, "I love you, too," he cooed, kissing the girl's forehead and causing her to smile.

"Awh, Danny, that's sweet. I love you a lot...but like, would you fuck her?" she asked with a giggle growing in her throat, rolling onto her back off of him, looking up anticipating a response.

"Uhh, well yeah duh, I'd fuck her right outta those..sick dino panties," he said a little slurred, "But like, it's still my best friend."

"So..you're saying that if if was Arin in dino panties, you still wouldn't?" she asked after the giggle escaped.

"No! It's that it's Arin!" he says, which triggered the both of them into a harsh laughing fit, then finding his breath, "There's still a whole blunt left by the way," he notes as he sits up and glances at the tray.

"Well let her and I earn it first, cus fuck I'm like trying not to be a damned vegetable," Shawna whined a little as she pushed her hair back.

"How would you wanna earn it?" he asks, turning his body in a complete 180 to be criss-cross applesauce next to Shawna, seemingly upside down to her, "You wanna play for it, babygirl?" He smiled while he playfully pinched her cheek and she slunk to the middle of the bed before sitting up and crawling to his shoulder, causing him to give her another peck on her forehead. She kissed his neck, then pushed a finger on his jaw and pulled him in for a slow and electric kiss that caused her heart to beat out of her chest with excitement that sent a wave of pleasure through her body, "You're right, I forgot my manners, hey honey bunch, how've you been?" he asks, realizing how late he was with catching up on Shawna's life. She shrugged and began trailing kisses down his neck, settling on a spot and taking a curious hand to his lap, which made him catch on to what she was saying, but let his awkwardness get the better of him and he huffed nervously as he began to squirm from her touch making his bulge harder to hide, "Hm?" he turned to her and gave her a few more kisses when he gently grabbed her head, "Mmh-Mmh, tell me, baby," he shook his head and touched their noses together and she caressed his face with her thumb and booped his nose.

"Ok, but seriously, it's been hectic...Like I've been reading and putting together sources for the general topics of my thesis, and shit like that..." she explained, never stopping her hand and trailing off and she studied his expression changes from her working at his flesh. Both of them pushing their hair out of their faces as they found a little break from what they had started, "So was the sleepover your idea or hers?"

"Arina's, she really wanted to hang out with us. And I'm not sure she knows about...us..." he replied, hesitantly, struggling to think due to his high and the fact that his cock and began to throb from Shawna's touch uncontrollably. The both of them had looked over at Arina, who was still completely immersed in her game. Shawna turns back to Danny with a warm smile, "She really is adorable," he said to the air, mindlessly rubbing little shapes into her side.

"Adorable enough for a little romp?" Shawna asks, making her voice cuter and slower, turning her head towards him again, feigning a pout as she continued aimlessly massaging him.

"Sh-Shawna~ c-come on!" Danny said as he was overwhelmed, taking her hand into his and stopping it, "You're such a horndog..I-It's Arina we're talking about here, and..I.uh-"

"I already did that...why do you think she called me here? At some point tonight, your dick is gonna give her the aheago face. And it's pretty fun. She's hella into stuff and clearly if she sought me out then nothing has changed between us, if that's what you're worried about," Shawna jumped up with her frank enthusiasm, hoping to make him more comfortable, "ALSO! Now. Stay with me here. You get to have live lesbian porn in front of you. You can touch, you can play..if you say, I'm always yours!" the girl half-joked, erupting in a laughing fit with Danny and fell back to the end of the bed, staying there.

"How are you gonna fuck her and you're stoned?" Danny argued, "You would laugh more than you would cum."

"Then sober me up and make me cum, baby," she challenged him, sitting up on her elbows and raising an eyebrow while she shook her knee.

"Well I don't believe you swapped bodily fluids with her, so maybe...show me?" Danny, trying not to hesitate while thinking of how to engage but also indulge Shawna. His member started to pulse from the sheer though of the two having sex in front of him.

"You dare me?" Shawna asked.

"You know what? I triple-dog dare you to get under that blanket and..I dunno, work your magic I guess!" he said, not meaning to sound more enthusiastic, but couldn't laugh off his nervousness because the girl had disappeared, crawling to his blindside and pulling him in for another slow kiss before he bounced back by deepening the action, caressing her cheek and almost falling into her so that he could find his relief before she pulls away, putting up a finger to his lips.

"Your wish...is my command, just watch and learn, baby," she said, moving back and positioning herself under the blanket where Arina couldn't see her sneaking underneath and using her fingers to feel her out and tease her folds, kissing up her thighs.

"Sh-Shaw..hah~..what're yahhh~" Arina said when she noticed the girl digging under the blanket, gasping and trying not to moan, pulling her headphones off, blush escaping her cheeks, "F-f-f-f-ffuck, Shawna, slow d-do-down~" Although being caught off guard, Arina felt the electricity of Shawna's movements, her hips lifting a little, not realizing that she had forfeited her underwear, feeling the warmth that shot her pleasure higher, exclaiming to the ceiling and slinking down a little more. She almost forgot about Danny until she opened her eyes again panting and covered her mouth. Her moans became rougher while Shawna continued, her back arching as she saw the girl push the blanket off of her, locking eyes as she looked down, "Oh my gosh~s-s-so good~" she breathed, hearing Shawna's moans against her bud, her hand sliding off her face and push her hair back, the other holding Shawna's crown section of hair.

Danny was in a state close to euphoria and peak arousal as he watched the girls, trying to let his nervousness flow as his legs shuffled over to get a closer look at Shawna and Arina. It was stunning and beautiful to just observe how pleasure flows through them. The control and aggression Shawna exhibited was so unlike what he'd seen her to be, even as a co-head of her house. Arina looked nothing like Arin while she rolled her hips and squirmed in Shawna's hands and began to really envision himself in her mouth, just to start, he wanted to keep her mouth busy if it was going to be open wide like that. He just wanted to savor his view before finding a place to start in on. Arina's playful noises had been superseded by her moans and rushed words in response to Shawna, and Danny was engulfed by it as his hardened cock being touched without his knowledge caused him to shift, then gasped. Instead of jumping, he melted into Arina's hand, a gruff groan as she stroked him through his pajama pants. He was still very hesitant although his hips were moving with her and let her have control. Arina's gasp at his rigid organ trapped in cloth was deep and curious, her lip curling in as Shawna's fingers found her sweet spot pushing a long moan in her throat. Danny finally caves as he yanks down his pants and boxers, allowing his member to flex free, and taking Arina's hand and enclosing it on him, groaning into the ceiling.

Arina tried her best to keep a rhythm since Shawna had raised her head slowly to pump her fingers to keep Arina's pleasure, biting her lip as she watched Danny finally joining and an idea brewing in her head, She looked at him and Arina while she continued to play with Arina's bud and curl into her g-spot, wearing her down into an eruption of cries, moans, and rambling. Upon her pleas that she was close to an orgasm, Shawna double down, making her let go of Danny and throwing her hand down onto the discarded blanket as she gripped it and arched her back. Danny was surprised but almost relieved as he had been extremely close to his first orgasm just when Arina let herself go and released him. He let out a stuttered moan as he watched Arina's back arch while Shawna watched on with a devious smirk.

Once she finished, Shawna rose and looked at the pinked skin on the girl. 'Aw, don't worry Danny you're gonna cum," she said, rising and getting off the bed, stripping quickly while she grabbed her bag and taking out long pink toy encased in a plastic bag sticking one end in her mouth as she came back to the bed.

"W-what are you gonna do w-with that?" Danny asked as he removed his bottoms and kept his shirt on for the time being, his brain fogging as Arina went to curiously pump his erection and thought deeply about putting it in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmh, probably see if she can do two things at once, or squirt, because I think that would be really cute," she said casually, tapping the girl and motioned for her to move so that she was positioned under the both of them and propped up just enough to take Danny dick into her mouth if she chose. "Where'd you wanna cum, Danny baby?" she asked before she finished lubricating the dildo and prepping Arina.

"Uhh..who wants it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked down and carefully took a hold of Arina's head and opening her mouth so that he slid in, "Fuck~ Shawna you're the guest babe..how about you?...E-Easy on the teeth, Arina," he mentioned quickly as his breath hitched, realizing he had to teach her how to suck dick as he went along. He stopped her when Shawna finally inserted the toy as far as it'll go feeling the vibrations of her moans on his cock and hummed happily, pushing her hair away as she looked at him. "You like being used like this? You're gonna suck my cock good, right babgirl?" he asked, slowly moving her head back and forth on his shaft while she hummed a yes and locked eyes with him. Arina was beyond excited and could barely contain herself when she had seen that Shawna was prepared and had a goal in mind that she never considered, let alone if she could do it. She was absolutely struck by how gentle Danny was being and how turned on by how sexy it looked and sounded. She watched Shawna take her leg up and mount herself to the other end of the toy and felt the push on her end. It sunk in at that moment that she was trapped between the two of them, her focus being switch once she felt Danny's warm hand on her breast, exposing it and playing with her nipple, which made her cry from the pleasure it sent through her body.

"She looks like a real slut..I can't wait for her to make me cum," Shawna smiled as she slowly began to move, biting her lip and letting a soft moan escape, "Well, Danny..you have to pick which one you wanna see~ You wanna watch her squirt all over this bed or see if she can swallow your cum while I fuck her?" she asked, taking his free hand and placing it on her own breast.

"Uhhmmmhh mmhh~ make her make a mess first. I wanna turn you into my cum dumpster," he said after thinking it over, interrupted by a moan before he said anything, "I want her to watch you and understand how I'm gonna fuck her for teasing me so much."

"Oooo~ I can't wait, baby," Shawna replied excitedly, picking up speed a little as she heard Arina's whines, "You heard that Arina? You're gonna fucking cum for me, baby~" She played with her now swollen bud as she thrust and rolled her hips on the girl, causing Arina to be quiet at times and then her noises ramp up as edging her. She tries to be mindful of her movements so that the blowjob Arina gives is somewhat enjoyable.

Danny was trying extremely hard not to fuck her face, “U-use your tongue..there you go..g-g-good girl..” He was moving her moderately and careful not to push too hard, but he was in a state of euphoria that was only because it was her. Arina giving him eye contact as she watched the man fall under her spell and she couldn’t control her moans, even through her orgasm as she backed off and took a breath before shuddering through the orgasm that crept on her via Shawna’s thrusting, which made her smile when she heard the girl’s familiar moans and cries.

Danny moves away from Arina so he can give attention to Shawna, giving her a a long kiss while they heard Arina enjoy herself with Shawna’s hips. He held her head and touched their foreheads while he watched the girl get lost in her pleasure. "Such a good girl...Feels good?..Look at me. Does my good girl wanna cum for me?" he asked, pleasantly surprised at the assertion in his tone, and the dominance flowing through him as she nodded her head frantically, sounding very desperate as she agreed when she felt Arina's hands on her body.

Arina was absolutely taken by the sight of Shawna being under Danny's control while she heard the girl's whines and soft gasps from Danny's soft words. Her pleasure spiking at his dominance and Shawna simply melting from it, she didn't blame her, it was so unlike him that she would too. The girl studied her body a little longer and then shifted a little to sit up, taking her hip with one hand that rested on her back, the other snaking between Shawna's legs to give her extra attention, "Mm..Her turn first~" she smirked as she worked her front and took control of the thrusts, effectively drawing her closer to orgasm and watched as it wracked her body, merciless to Danny's mouth on her neck. Arina bit her lip while she watched, realizing her own arousal was becoming way too potent to ignore, but just wanted to edge it a little further as she looked at her hands and kept them there while she let Shawna ride out her last waves. Not long after, Arina was at it again, hearing the familiar feminine gasp and her hurried whines and begging to Danny was he simply soaked it all in. It was so powerful that Arina barely noticed her own soft hums as her hips slowed down again since tipping Shawna over the edge was easier this time.

Shawna couldn't have asked for anything better as she came down from her euphoric chamber to see Arina underneath her, but shot her an evil smirk as she looked back towards Danny and took his head in her hands, "I think it's her turn now...I got something that'll definitely turn her into a busted pipe!" Danny nodding into their slow kiss as her hands freed both of them of the pink toy between them and then leaning over her bed to grab the assembled piece: blue, slightly larger and only one sided. Shawna took the time to get herself ready while Danny watched until Arina rose and stood on her knees in front of Danny, which he smiled before taking her hand and making her stroke him lightly.

"I-I've never done it before..W-w-what if I can't..~" Arina asked, gasping when Danny surprised her with his gesture, picking up where he left off.

"If I can get it out of Shawna, then I have no doubt you can...you just gotta relax and remember to breathe..It's like cumming really hard, and you'll probably barely notice with my dick down your throat," Danny explained, landing plush kisses on her bare skin, whispering in her ear and causing her to gasp, throwing her hand over her mouth. She was still blown away at his change up that although it was very arousing to hear, it didn't even seem like Danny of all people would utter such words. He pulls her closer briefly to kiss her shoulder before tapping it and letting her know to lay down "And might I say you have the cutest little pink lips..."

"Danny, spit roast or side winder?" Shawna asks, sizing Arina up and coming over to place her hands on her waist as she moves forward when Danny moves back, lining herself up to tease her a little and running curious fingers across her lips while she's on her knees.

"Spit roast. It'll go straight down, just get a towel- actually.." he grabs his large towel from the end of his bed and throwing it underneath Arina, "There," he mentions before lining himself to her mouth, "Remember..don't go too hard. I'm saving my nuts for you."

"I won't~ not like it'll take much," she mentioned, spreading her lips and teasing her finger by pushing against her spot and hearing the gasps and cries starting already, "You're so fucking wet, baby.." She used her extension to tease her hole and lubricate it before pushing in lightly and pulling her back to keep her from leaning forward too much, hearing more sounds. Once she got a few pumps and found a comfortable way to focus her spot, she started with moderate long strokes first, hearing Arina groan from the intensity.

Danny smiled and welcomed Arina servicing him, especially when the pace was set by Shawna's hips. He sat back a little with a deep growl as he tried to keep his own promise to Shawna, pushing his hair back again as he dropped his gaze to the girl, "Look at me, baby..Let me see those pretty eyes, you're doing great~" he held her head a little, caressing her cheek and pushing her hair back. It really was a beautiful sight, especially since she was making so many little noises because of the other girl. He thought about how he could last without blowing it too early and simply moved back a little more, not allowing his full shaft in, and looked at Shawna, "Shawna, sweetheart, start giving it to her, I'm ready."

Shawna’s hips got quicker, the girl concentrating on her for a brief while before slowing down, teasing the other girl and hearing needy noises as she rose to meet Danny’s eyes again. She smirked as she made deep and slow strokes, holding the girl’s waist tight as she started to pump again, eating up all of her noises. Arina, in a whirlwind of confusion and pleasure, was enjoying Danny's gentle touch versus Shawna's roughness. She made sure to keep things even by swirling her tongue for Danny's head, hearing him falter at the motions. She felt the girl slow up once more and attempted to catch her breath while she dug into her spot, sliding Danny away from her to simply lay on the bed as she succumb to the waves crashing over her, panting and tongue lolling out. "I think I'm wearing her down," Shawna giggled, slowing for a brief pause, making sure that the girl was okay, "You alright, baby?~"

Danny looked at her with his lip pulled in to keep from biting it, but smirked when Shawna pointed out Arina's expression, "Yeah, let her take a breather..she's such a trooper." He reached down, caressing her cheek and pushing her hair off of her forehead adhered by sweat, while stroking himself with his free hand, "Fuck..~" he muttered, feeling himself get close again and it being unbearable from how many times he had been built up by Arina's mouth.

Shawna looked at her choices in front of her and really wanted Danny to follow-through. "How bad you wanna cum now, Danny?" she asked, pulling from the girl and clutching her own breast, "You look like you're ready to blow.."

"I really am~" he mentioned, scoffing lightly as she asked him getting off of the bed as the idea flooded into his head. "C'mere," he said, taking her by the waist gently, guiding her to bend over his bed, touching her dampened folds to tease her a little before lining himself up to push in, cursing quietly at her tightness. Shawna was through the roof as he pushed in, crying out as she felt him began to stretch her and work her walls knowing he could burst at any minute. She looked at Arina while Danny worked at her, locking eyes with her as she covered her mouth from an orgasm creeping up on her at the almost sudden deluge of pleasure, feeling fingers play with her sensitive bud, the girl turning as she screamed into his mattress, tensing around Danny and pushing him over the edge as well, giving her a few aggressive pumps while he unloaded before stopping, holding the hips close for a little longer while he came down and pulled away from her.

Shawna could feel the liquid pour from her as he pulled away, shuddering a little as he grabbed the towel to help her clean up, looking over at Arina as she had begun to touch herself again, and probably before Danny had even began to finish the job with Shawna. Her tongue stayed out as she chased her own orgasm with her own fingers, desperate to get lost in intense pleasure again. "I wanna eat the next one," Shawna said as she lined herself back up to the needy girl and pushed back in, hearing an excited moan, her hips giving her almost just what she was looking for. Shawna gave her several brief moments of slower build up before racing at it again, causing her to moan uncontrollably from the thrusts, but also hearing the music of her getting closer to the end. Danny smirked while Arina looked up at him with such surprise at the level of intensity she felt, sinking her head down while she groaned into the mattress like Shawna did. He took a hand, placing it on her head and picking it up as he locked eyes with the girl, giving her hushed nothings while she begged that she could barely handle it anymore. He calmed her down and kissed her lips while Shawna's hips began to speed up one more time, keeping Arina occupied while Shawna pushed her over and she could hear faint wet noises coming from between them, which caused her to pull away and scream a moan out when she felt her body release. "She did it! I told you she could do it," Shawna cheered, pulling out and finally taking off the harness, going to the blissed out girl and giving her the ponytail out of her own head for her, taking her sweaty hair and pushing it up for her, "There ya go, baby...How you feel?" she asked, picking her up from her position and allowing her to lay on her back.

"I-I can't feel anything~" she said laughing weakly, staring at the ceiling while shook her head, "I feel so...so messy.."

"It's okay, it feels like that the first time," she replied, catching Danny's eye as he began to finally stroke himself some more.

"It felt really good for a second..wh-what were you doing?" Arina asked, attempting to get her bearings, finally sitting up on her own.

“It’s what happens when you tease a cat for a bit too long, it’s gonna jump. So that one area is meant to cause a lot of pleasure gets worked at a lot before finally reacting,” Shawna explained, packing her items away, “It’s just having the right size and motion will make a difference...I-I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“Mm-mm! Like I said I could barely feel anything, so I guess I let go-”

“My bed says otherwise! You went through the towel!” Danny complains while he tried to clean up his room and dressed, then checking his phone, “I’m gonna get the food from the front, just sit tight you two.”

"Ah whatever, you should have been more prepared," Shawna joked back and waved Danny off before turning back to Arina, "You were saying?"

"Uhh I feel a little embarrassed..like all I did was pee on Danny's bed. Shaw is that all it is?!" Arina asked, darting her eyes to her with worry.

"I mean yeah, but kisses are just us pressing our gross faces against each other and we do it anyway. You mess with your spit glands to gleek even though it's not meant for that..You touch your uvula to throw up even though we stick shit down our throats all of the time..Par for the course really," she said, laying on her stomach looking at the girl.

"Eww~ well..when you put it that way.." Arina grimaced, shaking her head, " I guess it's subjective..it was an interesting thing, though."

"Yeah. This falls in the category above anal for me. Like I can see why it's hot, but I'm not always in the mood for it unless it's a special occasion and I'm like, gearing to go..Also, it's super time consuming," Shawna said, reaching over and grabbing the already rolled blunt, taking her lighter off the tray and lighting it as Danny comes back in the room. "Did you wanna get dressed, babe?" she asked with her lips full.

Arina watched Shawna lazily, her tiredness fading in as she settles, "Oh yeah, I should.." she crawls to the front of her bed and grabs one of Danny's hoodies and scans the room for her underwear. She puts on a bra and a tank top with her panties, the hoodie becoming much baggier yet shorter and changing design. She was fine with this transformation because it was the least revealing and warmer than the others, bringing a comforting sigh out of her. She clutched the ends of the sleeves an stretched in the room, the hoodie riding up to reveal her hips. "How can you think of smoking at a time like this? We're about to eat!" she mentioned as she plopped on the bed.

"At least you waited until I got back. I was just gonna eat and smoke since Shawna wants to play some games for a bit. She earned the blunt," Danny said while he began opening the bag and revealing that their plan was incentivized. He kneeled onto his bed and grabbed Shawna, planting a kiss on the top of her head, which she buried her head in his stomach. Arina watched with a puzzled look and felt like there something she was missing here. He was crazy about her this whole time until Shawna came over. Or anytime Shawna comes over. It doesn't matter that he went to her first, but she was standing in front of her and gave it to her first. There was a skipping in her chest as her eyebrows furrowed at the simple gesture. She was trying to tell herself that he didn't mean anything by it. It wasn't working.

"Danny~ what about me?" she finally said, coming out as a whine, lightly stomping. He chuckled lightly and went over to hug Arina, clutching her to him, and a kiss to the top of the head. He kissed her lips earlier. What fucking gives? She looked up immediately with her eyebrows furrowed, "You kissed me earlier.. what changed?"

Danny was confused, not sure if Arina was joking or not, "Yeah I did, so what?" he replied as Shawna came over and handed him the blunt, pulling him away to shotgun into his mouth, which he took in, allowing himself to get into kissing Shawna for a little longer. It was really hard to hold down what she felt about what was going on. He pulls away, giving her another soft peck on her lips, "Thanks, babe..Sorry, Arina. What's wrong?"

"Are you and Shaw a thing? I mean, that's really rude going around me like that first of all!" she finally blurted, trying to jump back from them, "Second..how come you never told me? Shaw, what the fuck?" Her eyes shook while they welled up with tears as she closed them and turned away.

"It's..not exactly black and white, Arina," Danny chuckles nervously, "And I really..really didn't mean to make you feel less than anybody.. You're still my number one!" He was trying but Arina looked so frustrated and he didn't know what to do. Shawna saw him getting lost and a little anxious, tapping him to sit down while she approached her.

"Arina..come here..." Shawna came up and hugged the girl, who didn't feel like reciprocating the embrace, almost fidgeting, "Are you okay?"

"No~! I feel so fucking stupid!" Arina whined, jerking a little, "Why...Why do I care?! I'm so fucking mad at you right now~!"

Shawna chuckled softly, rubbing the girl's back to comfort her, "Aww..is someone jealous?..Or are you being needy? You want some love too?" she said, then pulling back and lifting the tear stained girl's face up, wiping her cheeks and placing a few soft kisses on her lips, "It's okay, Rina Beana...you can be jealous of watching Danny kiss me. Some girls feel like that sometimes, but we both love you..And all you had to do was ask."

Arina simply nodded as a shy smile crept up on her face. "Well, I want more~ I should get twice as much," she beamed, causing Shawna to laugh and into another embrace that she responded to this time.

"I think you'd actually die if we gave you two shotguns!" Danny joked as he began to dig into his chicken dish, handing off the blunt to Arina.

"Teach me how to give one then, asshole," she smiled back as Shawna guided her to sit back down between her legs loving the embrace she felt as she fed the girl behind her sushi, "Like what's the trick?"

"You can't breathe out of your mouth. Blow soft," Shawna said into Arina's shoulder, wrapped around her and kissing the back of her neck, "You wanna carry the smoke but not blow in their mouth."

"I like making Shawna open wide because she's a stoner like me," Danny said, watching Arina take her hits, taking it from her when she's done, "It's also helpful if you make them breathe in if they don't do it first already."

"Why?" she asks, curiously biting her lip after she blows when Shawna's hands wrap around her stomach.

"The hitter just moisturized the smoke and took a lot of the heat out of it, so if you breath it in, you'd just be choking on basically micro-ash that makes up the burning weed and paper, and not damage your throat or your lungs or anything," Danny says, "Allow me to demonstrate," he mentions while he leans over and ashes it into his ashtray and bringing it with him, setting down the blunt after taking a hit. Shawna gets the cue to let her go a little as he gets closer and moves in, swooping his head a little to remind her to open her mouth and delivers a deep kiss while trying to gently blow into her mouth. Arina was not expecting his approach, which caused her to gasp quickly, making her choke and she backed off, coughing for a few seconds, and Danny laughing lightly, "See? You're not a stoner yet, so you coughed...It's ok though, you're getting there."

"You've got time, we're gonna be here all night, so I can't wait to get my turn," Shawna mentioned, shaking her lightly and patting her back, handing her the cup from the nightstand so she can clear her throat.

"This is probably gonna be the best sleepover I've ever had~!" Arina beamed, biting her lip while Danny kissed her forehead.

"The best sleepover you've had so far.." Danny joked.

#arina #danny #fucking #finally #and it's cute #aint that some shit #shawna

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“Nye Ver’, Nye Boysia, Nye Prosi” Wednesday sits at the bar of a fancy hotel, sipping a martini. She nervously eyes the front door. One of Silas’s advisors, Victor enters. Wednesday smiles and stands up. Victor comes over and kisses her on the cheek, “You look lovely this evening.” Wednesday: “Thank you. I was just finishing my drink, would you like one?” Victor: “No. Let’s just go up to the room.” Wednesday and Victor enter a luxe hotel room. Wednesday, “I know you want to get busy, but you’re going to have to give me a minute to get ready, all right?” Victor sighs, “You tease.” Wednesday laughs, casts a glance behind her, and says, “Just a minute.” She goes into the bathroom. Victor takes his jacket off, loosens his tie, and lays down on the bed, “You wouldn’t believe the week I’ve had! You paid any attention to the news?” Wednesday, in the bathroom, shimmies out of her dress, revealing fancy lingerie underneath, “Uh, yeah, I’ve heard about the bombings.” Victor: “Everyone who works for Silas now has to keep their car under 24-hour surveillance. It’s an enormous pain in the ass. Silas is screaming at everyone who enters his office. I’m in the ministry of communication, and somehow, Silas has it in his head that it’s our fault that people are supporting David Shepherd and the AFG. I’ve actually had to explain it to him, it’s not my fault that Shepherd is good-looking. He has kind eyes! How the fuck am I supposed to convince people that this good-looking kid with kind eyes is really some evil would-be tyrant?” In the bathroom, Wednesday adjusts her hair, making sure something is well-covered. Victor, “Claudia?” Wednesday turns around and exits the bathroom, “Baby, you’re a big, important man, I know, and your job is hard.” Victor: “Lookin’ at you, my job’s not the only thing that’s hard.” Wednesday saunters over to the bed. She leans over the advisor and touches his face, “You just let me make your life a little bit easier, all right?” Victor, “You always do.” Wednesday smiles, and crawls onto the bed. She straddles Victor, bends over, and kisses him. She reaches into her hair, and slips a razor blade in between her fingers. With a swift single movement, she cuts the blood vessels on one side of Victor’s throat. Victor clutches at his neck, and sees the blood on his hands, “What the fuck?!” Wednesday slashes the other side of his neck, even more blood gushing out. She hops off the bed and hurries into the bathroom. Frantically, she washes the blood off of her hands. She puts her dress back on, and grabs her purse. She pulls a can of spray paint out, and goes back over to the bed, where Victor lays dead. Wednesday sprays three golden stars over his body. She puts the can back into her purse, and leaves. Outside the hotel, she gets into a car. Driver: “You get him?” Wednesday: “Oh, christ, that felt good.” The driver hands her a stack of papers, “False ID, get you to Gath.” He starts the car. Wednesday, “I’m joining the Queens of Gilboa!” Driver, “Yeah, before you go, we have to stop somewhere.” Wednesday: “Where?” Cut to: outside a run-down warehouse, the driver and another guy shove a blindfolded, gagged, and bound spy who poisoned David into the trunk of the car, and slam the door shut. Driver gets back in the car. Wednesday: “Who the fuck is that? Are we doing kidnappings now?” Driver starts the car, “Kidnappings for ransom aren’t our thing. This bitch, she’s special. She’s a spy, went to Gath, tried to poison David.” Wednesday: “You’re kidding me.” Driver: “Yup. Gath spy network identified her, we’re just picking her up and bringing her where she needs to be.” They drive off.

Morning, Reinhardt walks through a parking garage, talking on his phone, “Victor Lyons is dead because he was a moron who loves hookers. I warned him months ago that the AFG would be recruiting prostitutes, but he didn’t listen to me.” He listens and reaches his car. He unlocks it and gets in, “Sir, I assure you, Lyons was an easy target. All we need is some basic security measures, and everything will be fine.” A bomb hidden in the car next to him goes off, and Reinhardt ducks below his window, protected by the bomb-proof steel of his car door. He sits back up, his arm injured, blood pouring from a gash on his forehead, “I’ll have to call you back, sir.”

David climbs up the front steps of the National Cathedral of Gath. At the top, Shaw and his family wait, “David! So glad you came to join us this morning!” David shakes his hand, “I’m glad to be here, sir.” Shaw, “I’d like you to meet my family. My wife, Lena.” David shakes her hand, “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Shaw, “And my sons, Michael, Fredrick, and Leon.” David shakes their hands, “Pleased to meet you.” Michael: “You’re the one who freed our hostages and blew up a Goliath.” David, “Among other things, yeah.” Shaw, “You’ll have to forgive Michael, he’s spent quite a bit of time leading his unit in battle against the Gilboan army. When he heard the news of your… escapade, he was very angry.” David laughs nervously, “Yeah, well, Gath did kind of kill my father and my brother, so I guess I can understand what it’s like to be angry.” Lena, “King Silas murdered my father!” David, “And Silas tried to kill me, so, hey, we can all agree that we don’t like Silas, right?” Shaw, “Why don’t I show you the cathedral?” Inside, David looks up at the bright stained glass windows, depicting various saints and the instruments of their martyrdom. Shaw, “Modern Gath was founded on the principals of socialism. Our great leader, Nicholas Achison, was quite wise, and he saw what happened to the legacies of Stalin and Mao, and knew that he wouldn’t have his revolution undone, so he decided that leadership of Gath would be kept within the men of the Achison family." David, "So, a monarchy.” Shaw, “No, no, no, we’re not a monarchy, leadership doesn’t automatically go to the oldest son. It just so happened that Premiere Achison only had a son and a daughter, and I married his daughter. One day, my premiership will be handed down to whichever son I believe is the most capable leader.” David, “So… who’s that gonna be?” Shaw, “I prefer not to show favoritism.” David shrugs, “Okay.” Shaw goes on, “One other way we differ from other socialist countries is that here, we embrace God, we worship Him and ask Him for guidance. Gath doesn’t have the same moral corrosion as Gilboa. I am the head of this state, but I lead for the people. I’m not swayed by the whims of the bourgeoisie the way that Silas is.” David, “You wouldn’t believe the kinds of things William Cross was able to get away with in Gilboa.” Shaw, “Do you want to be king, David?” David sighs, “That’s a really good question, sir.” Shaw, “What do you believe it is that a king should do?” David, “Not kill his own citizens, for a start.” Shaw laughs, “Being a leader isn’t easy, but it’s very rewarding, in its own way. We should join Lena and the boys. Mass is about to begin.” Cut to: David sits beside Shaw, praying along to “Our Father.” “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.” David leans over to Shaw and whispers, “Deliver us from evil. That’s what a king does.”

Before the front door of HQ can even shut on him, Jack runs up to David, “We got her!” David: “Who?” Jack: “The bitch that poisoned you!”

Silas and Abner sit in Silas’s office, staring at Reinhardt, arm in a sling, forehead bandaged, with a nasty black eye and small cuts all over his face. Abner barely conceals a smirk. Reinhardt, “I’ve had combat wounds before. This is nothing. It looks much worse than it is.” Abner, “And here I thought Shepherd was much too fond of you to order an attack on you.” Silas, “Shepherd doesn’t give a fuck.” Reinhardt, “I don’t know if he gave the order to attack me specifically. It pains me to say this, but I believe all the attacks so far have been attacks of opportunity. We should be taking some more advanced security measures.” Silas, “What other news do you have?” Reinhardt, “The spy who poisoned Shepherd was reported missing this morning. She was supposed to report to the MSS building, but didn’t show up, and her apartment is empty. She isn’t responding to any messages.” Silas sighs deeply, “Is this AFG or Gath?” Reinhardt, “It could be both.” Abner, “Is there the chance it’s the work of an angry ex-boyfriend?” Reinhardt, dismissively, “Pft. No. This girl could defend herself.” Silas, “We don’t need to worry. Can either of you imagine Shepherd doing an interrogation? He’s too damn polite. He’s like a fat lazy cat that catches a mouse and then doesn’t know what to do with it.”

Gath version of the Lubyanka. David, Jack, Shay, Joel, Abby, and Asher stand on the hidden side of a one-way mirror while the spy sits handcuffed to a table on the other side. David: “So… now what do we do?” Jack: “We interrogate her.” David: “Do any of us know anything about how to interrogate a spy?” Jack: “I know a few techniques.” Shay: “I know how to cause immense amounts of pain, that’s all you need.” Abby: “She’s fucking trained, if you try torturing her, she’ll only give us false information!” Shay: “Having your head held under water is not torture.” Abby: “I have reports, study after study, all of which show that harsh interrogation techniques do not fucking work!” Shay: (childish mocking voice) “I have reports, I have studies!” Abby: “Just see how fucked we’ll be when we make a mistake because we acted on a spy telling us what we want to hear!” David rubs his eyes: “Oh my God. Asher, what do you say?” Asher: “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you that torture is wrong, but I spent an afternoon cleaning up your barf because of her, so fuck that bitch.” Spy: “Are you in there blowing each other, or are you going to fucking interrogate me?” Shay: “The longer we take, the more she’s gonna know we have no idea what we’re doing.” David: “Fine. Jack, Shay, you two go ask some questions, okay?” Jack: “Give me a minute. I think I have a plan, I just… I just need to think it out.” Shay rolls her eyes and goes into the interrogation room. Joel: “David, can I talk to you in the hallway?” David follows him out into a hallway. Joel: “Do you know the history of this building?” David: “Um… it’s a police building?” Joel: “In 1965, my grandfather came to Gath from the Soviet Union on a cultural exchange. They found him carrying human rights reports on the Soviets and brought him here. The tortured him for days, and then sent him to a prison camp. He managed to escape from there and defect to Gilboa.” David: “Oh. That’s… cool, I guess?” Joel unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt and shows David the “Не Верь Не Бойся Не Проси” tattoo on his collarbone, “Do you know what this means?” David: “No.” Joel: “Nye ver’, nye boysia, nye prosi. Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t beg. It’s how you survive in a gulag. We can’t trust, fear, or beg from Gath or Shaw. You can trick yourself into thinking that just because we seem to be safe here, it means we really are safe. You can come to think that maybe things are better in Gath than they are in Gilboa, but trust me, things here are just as fucked up.” David: “Are… you familiar with Bilal?” Joel: “Bilal? He’s a fucking religious nutjob who wants to replace one brutal regime with another. But he’s not wrong about Shaw, okay?” David, exasperated, “We can’t really be an army without Gath’s help. We’d be pretty fucked without a safe place to stay.” Joel: “Yeah, I know, it’s why I didn’t say anything to you earlier. But you need to know. Shaw’s help comes with a price, and some day soon, he’s going to come asking. What are you willing to sacrifice for what we’re fighting for?” David: “I’m not even entirely sure what it is we’re fighting for. I’ve got to figure some shit out.”

In his office, Shaw speaks to his computer, “What do you want?” On his screen, William appears, “Good afternoon, Premiere Shaw. I know you aren’t terribly fond of bourgeoise scum such as myself, but since you buy plenty of my weapons, I thought I should speak with you.” Shaw, “Yes?” William: “I’m not gonna fuck around. You hate Silas. I hate Silas. I tried to overthrow Silas. Someone else who’s trying to overthrow Silas is currently a guest in your country. I believe there’s an agreement to be made here.” Shaw: “Shepherd has said he is going to be king. I know you want the crown all for yourself.” William, “It should have been mine in the first place!” Shaw: “Are you going to try to overthrow me, too?” William, “No. Why would I want to rule Gath?” Shaw: “What do you want, Mr. Cross?” William grows cold and serious, “Shepherd is going to turn on you.” Shaw grows more serious, “Why do you say that?” William: “Because he has fucking morals, and he’s going to learn about your prison camps sooner or later. I don’t give a fuck, and because of that, you can trust me.” Shaw: “What are you trying to do?” William: “Overthrow Silas and get my crown! I believe that David can help me do that, but I need your help to help me help Shepherd.” Shaw: “So what do you want?” William: “The deets on Shepherd. What he does, where he goes, the people he’s with.” Shaw: “Right now, I believe he’s at our police headquarters. Something about the person who poisoned him.” William: “He was poisoned?!” Shaw: “Prince Jack recognized it right away and acted quickly.” William: “I need to know this!” Shaw: “Very well, I’ll stay in touch with you, then.” William: “You need to keep Shepherd loyal to you.” Shaw: “And how am I going to do that?” William: “Offer autonomy to the borderlands. That’s his home, he’s not going to say no.” Shaw: “I can’t undermine my own authority.” William: “How badly do you want to see Silas gone? Because if Shepherd remains loyal to you, you can use him to fight Silas.” Shaw: “I just ended a war. I vowed that I would protect the peace, and I will continue to do that!” William, smarmy and sarcastic, “Oh, will you? Because I promise you, Silas is gearing up for another war. It would be a shame if he should declare one and Gath should suddenly not have any weapons with which to defend itself. There’s gonna be another war, and with Shepherd on your side, you can fuckin’ win.” Shaw sighs heavily, “I’ll think about it.” William: “Also, if you’ve got one Gilboan spy in Gath, there’s more. If I were you, I’d get that spy to talk.” Shaw, “Thank you, Mr. Cross.”

David goes back into the room beside the interrogation room. On the other side of the mirror, Shay holds they spy’s head down in a bucket of water. David: “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He leans into the microphone, “Knock it off, will you?!” Shay lets go of the spy, who comes up sputtering, but laughing. Spy: “Whoo! That was fun! Just like going to the waterpark when I was a kid!” David: “Shay, would you come here, please?” Spy: “Shepherd’s here?! Yeah, I recognize your voice! How’d you enjoy the shake?!” Shay leaves the interrogation room and joins David and the others. Shay: “Does anyone else have a fucking plan?!” Jack: “I do.” Jack goes into the interrogation room. Spy: “Ooooh! I get the prince! Nice!” Jack: “You shoulda tried something other than aconite, I’ve seen it a million times and recognized it right away. I personally would have gone with ricin. Slower acting, starts out like the flu, probably woulda just thought David was sick and wouldn’t have pinned it on the diner.” Spy: “I don’t have that kind of patience. I’m a kill-em-quick kinda girl.” Jack: “Too bad. Because your fuckup landed you here.” Jack sits down: “Look, I get it, you’re a professional. I’ve seen our spy training program up close, so I know what it’s like, and I know the old head in a bucket trick isn’t going to work on you.” Spy: “And now you’re onto the good cop part of the interrogation, right?” Jack: “Do you believe in God?” Spy: “What?” Jack: “My dad says God is on his side, King Shaw says God is on his side, a lot of people say God is on David’s side. Seems like a good place to start when getting to know you.” Spy: “I believe in God. I accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior.” Jack: “Okay,” He tries to say more but Spy cuts him off, “And I hold that there is no God but Allah and Mohammed is his messenger! I’ll believe whatever the fuck you want me to believe, buddy! I know you’re trying to be my friend. And I know exactly what you want from me. Who am I? How did I get to Gath? Are there others like me? What are they planning? So don’t expect me to tell you any of that.” Jack smirks, “Do you want some coffee?” Spy makes a curious face, but smiles, “Sure. Anything that’ll make this go faster. Four sugars, no cream.” Jack turns around, “David, go get our guest some coffee.” David looks on, surprised. Jack: “Seriously, go get her some!” David goes and fetches a cup. He goes into the interrogation room. Spy, sarcastic: “Oh my god, it’s David Shepherd! I can’t believe I get to meet him!” She drinks her coffee, “You were so fucking easy to find. You go to the same diner and eat the same shit almost every day. Seriously my job shouldn’t be this easy!” Jack: “How’s the coffee?” Spy: “The coffee in this country tastes like shit.” Jack: “It’s not the coffee that tastes like shit, it’s the ten milligrams of ricin that David put in there.” The spy sits coffee all over the table. Jack laughs: “Just kidding. You’ll be fine. Maybe. You should be more careful when making your assumptions about us.” He gets up and leaves, and David follows. In the observation room, Shaw is waiting for them. David, “Uh, hello, sir, we’re just trying to talk to this spy.” Shaw: “Have you gotten anything?” Jack: “No. In Gilboa, the spies have these fucked up loyalty tests, it basically makes sure they won’t say shit under sudden duress. I think I can get her to talk to us, but it’s gonna take time.” Shaw: “That won’t do. If Silas has a spy network in Gath, I need to know as soon as possible.” Jack: “I think I can get some real answers from her, but I’m gonna need more than an afternoon. It could take weeks, months even.” Shaw: “If you can’t get get me answers right now, I’m sending my professionals in.” Jack: “No, you don’t have to!” Shaw leaves. David: “Shit!” David rushes into the interrogation room, panicked, and speaks to the spy, “Look, Shaw is bringing his men in, and if you want us to be the ones dealing with you, you need to give us some answers, now!” Spy: “Fuck you, Shepherd! I know psychological pressure when I see it!” Two uniformed Gath officers enter behind David, one carrying an ominous-looking case that he sets on the desk. David: “Just tell us one thing!” Spy: “FUCK YOU!” One of the officers says, “Would you please leave the room, Captain Shepherd?” Spy: “Yeah, Captain Shepherd, we don’t need you any more!” David, with a defeated sigh: “Please, just tell them what you know.” David leaves. As the door closes, one of the officers open the case, and takes out a power drill. The two officers both look at the spy, and fear comes into the spy’s eyes. In the observation room, David and the others look on in wordless horror. David has to look away, “Do we have to stay here?” Abby, shaking: “This is in violation of so many international laws!” Joel: “International laws don’t mean shit in Gath.” David: “Seriously, if we don’t have to be here, I’m leaving.” He stands up, and the others follow him. Out in the hallway, Shaw stops David, “Can I speak with you privately once more?” David looks at the others, “I’ll catch up with you.” The others leave, and David turns to Shaw, “What do you want?” Shaw: “I’ve come to appreciate how valuable your allyship has been to Gath. I don’t want to let it go unpaid. If you continue to help us, David, I’m willing to offer autonomy to the borderlands.”

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She finds it just two weeks after he’s been in prison.

Amy has just been to visit him for the second time that week (they’d decided on two to three visits a week), and she flops down, exhausted, on their bed. She shuts her eyes and sighs, and she can feel the tiredness seeping into her bones. The past two weeks have been filled with work to free Jake and Rosa, with work to distracted from missing Jake, with missing Jake, missing Jake a lot. It’s somehow worse than when he was in Florida, even though she gets to see him. It’s worse knowing he’s in that place for all the wrong reasons, knowing that Lieutenant Hawkins is out there, smugly going about her life. It won’t be long, Amy keeps telling herself and Jake, before Hawkins decides to break the law again, and they’ll catch her in the act, use it as evidence in court, along with proof that the money didn’t come from Jake and Rosa, but rather someone connected to Hawkins.

“They can’t look past that,” she’d told Jake into the phone, on her first visit, “it would prove everything we’ve been saying.”

Jake smiled weakly at her, and she longed to reach out and squeeze his hands reassuringly, to caress his face. She hated that pane of glass that separated them. “We’ll have you out of here before you know it, I’ll get you out of here.” she whispered emphatically.

Jake smiled again. “I wouldn’t bet against you,” and Amy laughed; then she looked at Jake and the laughter abated. The laughter in his eyes was glazed with sadness, and his smile fell. He gulped, and a wave of pure sorrow passed between them.

“I’ll get you out of here,” Amy repeated, her voice cracking, “I promise.”

“I know you will,”

“Peralta,” the guard called right at that moment. “Time’s up,”

He walked over as Amy hastily wiped her eyes. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” she murmured.

“Yeah,” Jake replied. “I love you,” he added softly.

“I love you, too,”

She sits up and rests her head in her hands; through her fingers she can see his leather jacket hanging on the cupboard handle, exactly where he left it. She reaches out and takes it off the handle. She runs her fingers over it, and feels tears spark in her eyes. Crying, that’s another thing she’s been doing a lot of. Her fingers bump into something, and she frowns, looking down at a small bulge in one of the pockets that she hadn’t noticed before. She unzips it (also odd, he never zips up his pockets), and her heart almost stops as she pulls out a small navy velvet box. With trembling fingers, she opens the box, though she can hardly see the ring inside due to the tears in her eyes. She wipes her eyes, tears falling onto his leather jacket. It’s a simple ring, a silver band with three small diamonds, and she smiles as she slides it onto her finger. It fits perfectly. She laughs and then she cries, imagining what would’ve happened if they’d won the court case, how happy they’d be.

She takes the ring off and puts it back, zipping up the pocket and hanging up the jacket. She stares at the small bulge, a whole different version of her life sits in there, a happier version.

She shuts her eyes and breathes in deeply, allowing the tears to disappear.

She opens her eyes and walks out to the kitchen to work on the case file lying on the table.

She might have hated that pane of glass between them before, but that is nothing compared to now. She wants so much to rush up and hug him as she watches the guard bring him, her heart is bursting with love.

“Jake,” she says breathlessly as he picks up the phone on the other side of the glass, “oh, I love you so much,”

There’s a pained expression on his face. “I love you so much, too,”

They sit in silence for a few moments. “So, um,” Amy says, twisting the phone cord absentmindedly, “Charles made something in the slow cooker at work, again,”

Jake grins. “I’m guessing that ended terribly,”

“For him!” she laughs. “It exploded all over Gina. She was chasing him around the precinct for nearly an hour, and he kept screaming how it wasn’t fair because she was pregnant,”

Jake laughs, and Amy feels her heart soften.

The small bulge in his leather jacket is a visual motivator over those next few, slow moving months. She sees it when she sits up in bed in the mornings, and it urges her to get up, to work, to find a way of freeing Jake and Rosa, to get their lives back on track. She sees it when she changes into a pair of pyjama pants and one of Jake’s hoodies at night, feeling overcome with hopelessness, and it reminds her why she has to keep trying, no matter how bleak the outcome looks over those months. The ring stays in the box, Amy continues to work and visit Jake and Rosa, and finally, finally, five months later they have her.

Amy gets the call while she’s at work. Melanie Hawkins has been found aiding cocaine smugglers by the P.I they hired to tail her. The local police are on the scene in seconds, and suddenly, everything they’ve been working for over the past five months begins to happen. There’s the trial to set and witnesses to prepare, but with the new charges and evidence, along with the proof of where the money came from, facing Hawkins they have an actual chance on charging her with the bank robberies and freeing Jake and Rosa. She practically explodes from happiness when she, Charles, and Gina visit Jake and Rosa to tell them (though she’s not showing it nearly as much as Charles).

“We’re finally gonna get you out. It’s actually gonna happen,” she says to him just before they leave, beaming. “I can’t wait for you to come home,”

He grins right back at her. “Neither, Ames,”

“I love you,”

“I love you, too,”

It takes three months for the whole thing to happen (during which The Enigma Linetti is born, a day that shall be celebrated for centuries to come, according to Gina). The trial, the verdict, the clearing of Jake and Rosa’s names. Amy’s on the edge of her seat during it all, so hopeful, yet so anxious that it could all be ripped away from her at any moment. Her visits with Jake are filled with joyful conversations of everything they’ll do when he gets home (binge watch the entire new season of Stranger Things, have a Die Hard marathon); whilst the other things they’ll do when he gets home are implied solely with a smirk and a raise of the eyebrows.

And then it finally happens: they’re cleared of all charges, and Amy lets out a sob of joy as she rushes around the barrier in the courtroom, and runs into Jake’s arms. He hugs her tightly and cries into her shoulder, and neither ever want to let go, because for the first time in eight months they’re in each other’s arms, they’re happy with no doubt lurking in their backs of their minds. They bury themselves in each other, breathing the other in, relishing in the warmth and love surging throughout them, and when they finally let go, Amy takes his face in her hands and kisses him.

“You’re free!” she beams delightedly.

“I’m free!” he cries, the widest, dopiest grin on his face she’s ever seen.

It’s all a blur of happiness, and everyone is hugging everyone else, they’re all ecstatic that the nightmare is over.

Naturally the whole squad go to Shaw’s afterwards to celebrate, and it’s so wonderful to be doing something so normal again, yet it doesn’t seem real at the same time. They spend hours talking and laughing; Jake and Amy never straying far from each other, as if there is a rubber band connecting them that would snap if they got too far.

Then they’re walking through the front door of their apartment, finally home. Amy’s chucking the keys in the key bowl, and Jake is standing in the living room, looking around in awe. She watches him, her eyes shining.

“I can’t believe I’m back,” he murmurs, as she wanders over to him.

“Neither,” Amy breathes when she reaches him. They’re standing so close, and the air around them is tantamount with tension and electricity.

He reaches out for her hands, interlocking their fingers. “Ames,”

“Jake,”

He kisses her tenderly, and it’s a kiss of months of sadness and longing, and they can feel every inch of the others’ pain in that kiss. Amy’s breathing is heavy, and their foreheads’ rest against each other, hands still entwined.

“I missed you so much, Jake,” she whispers breathlessly.

“I know, I missed you too,”

She lets go of his hands, and slides them up around his neck, kissing him again. This time the sadness is gone, replaced with a mutual need and passion, and, god, it feels so good . He takes off his jacket and picks her up enthusiastically. She stops kissing him to laugh, throwing her head back in delight, and wrapping her legs around his waist, during which she takes the opportunity to take off his tie and throw it away. The laughter dissolves into another kiss, and then into a moan as Jake’s lips move away from her mouth and down her neck. He carries her into the bedroom and, drops her gently onto the bed, hastily pulling off his shirt. It lies forgotten on the floor as Amy beckons him, soon to be joined by the rest of their clothes.

When he wakes up the next morning the first thing he notices are Amy’s arms still wrapped tightly around him, as if she’d been scared he’d run away in the middle of the night. He can feel her breath lightly in between his shoulder blades as well. He loosens her grip on him gently, careful not to wake her, and rolls over, smiling at the sight before him. Amy Santiago, beautiful and asleep, the soft morning light giving her a golden glow. He reaches out and pushes her hair back gently, and the whole sight is enough to make his heart burst. He carefully removes her arms from around him, and sits up, spotting straight away what he’d about to look for — his leather jacket. It’s sitting on the cupboard handle, right where he’d left it eight months ago. Part of him is surprised, part of him is not. Whilst Amy usually put away some things he left out, when he’d gotten back from Florida he’d been shocked to find everything in both his and her apartment exactly how he’d left it — as if she’d been scared to put away his things, as if that meant he was gone forever — he’d predicted a similar situation for when he got home from jail.

He looks back at Amy, and smiles, before getting out of bed and unzipping his jacket pocket. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling out the box, and looks at the ring — it’s been a whole year since he bought it.

He bought it on a whim about two months before everything with Hawkins had started. He’d seen it in a shop window, and had stopped dead to stare at it. Marriage and kids had been something they’d started to talk about more seriously since babysitting Cagney and Lacey, rather than just as an obscure concept. Okay, he’d definitely been thinking about it. He’d never really envisioned himself marrying anyone before. All he knew about marriage was that it ended in a lot of paperwork and kids getting hurt, neither were things he particularly liked. But when he thought about being married to Amy? It was none of that. It was happiness and laughter; it was going to the park on a cold day because the kids wanted to; it was Jake panicking that he’d lost his ring and Amy laughing, telling him he’d left on the shampoo shelf in the shower; it was snoozy mornings and growing old together. And okay, you didn’t have to be married to actually do all those things but the idea of calling Amy his wife? And her calling him her husband? And him being able to one day say, “This is my wife, the youngest ever Captain of the NYPD,”? That would be the coolest thing ever.

So he bought the ring, and he’d kept it zipped up in his jacket pocket waiting for inspiration to strike. He’d only truly begun forming solid proposal plans when the whole ‘framed for robbing a bank thing’ happened, and decided to postpone them till after the trial, but he still kept it zipped up in his pocket, partly out of habit, and partly in case they happened across something ridiculously romantic, like a flock of doves.

He smiles to himself, putting the box back in his pocket, and hangs the jacket up in the cupboard.

He wanders into the bathroom, his deodorant is still sitting out by the sink like he left it there yesterday morning, and his toothbrush is lying next to the toothbrush mug, rather than in it. Smiling, he puts the deoderant back in the cupboard, and the toothbrush in the mug.

Amy stirs in the bed, murmuring inaudibly; she reaches out to the spot where Jake was, and sits bolt upright when she doesn’t feel anything, her eyes snapping open. Irrational panic immediately fills her.

Where is he? He was here. He was right here. He’s gone. He’s gone again.

“Jake!” she cries out instinctively. “Jake!”

“Ames! Amy, I’m in here!” comes Jake’s voice, and relief floods her at the sound of it, and he hurries into the bedroom. “Hey, I’m here,” he says gently, climbing back onto the bed.

“Sorry... I, uh… I just—” she looks around, frazzled and disorientated, and he can see it in her eyes, something he knows only too well: the fear of being left. And he hates that he put it there.

He shuffles closer, and cups her cheek in his hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you— you weren’t here, I woke up and— ” she gulps and shakes her head, like she’s trying to shake a thought from her mind “— I don’t know, I just… panicked.”

He caresses her cheek gently, and she places her own hand on top of his. “Yeah I get that,”

She gulps again, and then it all comes pouring out. She cries and cries and cries, and Jake pulls her into him, rubbing her back, tears in his own eyes. She lets out everything she’s felt in the last eight months, she finally lets him see how much it hurt in a way she didn’t dare during their visits. He knew, of course he knew, but it was a need to be strong for him, and now she longer has to be, and it’s all pouring out.

“There was… there were times I thought that… that we’d never get you out, Jake,” she says between sobs, “that you’d be in there for fifteen years,”

“I know, Ames, I know,” he replies, his voice breaking, “but you did it,” and he smiles as a tear rolls down his cheek; Amy looks at him. “You got me out, I’m here.” She smiles and the tears subside. “Yeah,” she breathes, “yeah, you are,”

That morning they eat waffles with syrup in bed, sunshine pouring in through the window. They watch ‘The Office’, and dance around the kitchen while making lunch in the afternoon. They laugh and they talk and they hug and they kiss, and they’re together.

It’s later that afternoon, and they’re stretched across the couch, Amy’s head on chest, their legs all tangled, watching Die Hard.

“God I missed that film,” Jake says as it finishes, and Amy laughs.

He plants a kiss on her forehead. “I think I’m gonna go visit my mom, I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to her yesterday.

Amy nods and sits up, turning to face him. “Do you want me to come?”

“Nah, it’s okay, I’ll be like an hour, tops,”

She smiles and kisses him. “Okay,”

She grabs her book off the coffee table, and watches Jake leave, a small smile on her face, before beginning to read.

It’s not technically a lie, he thinks as he drives. He is going to see his mom, but he has something else to do after that, something very important. He stops at the traffic lights, and takes the ring out of his pocket, smiling. He swears and almost drops it as the car behind honks him — the light’s gone green.

“Chill!” Jake yells, turning the corner, “I just got outta jail!”

He’s lucky his windows are up.

Amy’s phone buzzes.

She processes this vaguely, but is too absorbed in her book to do anything about it.

Five minutes go by and it buzzes again, then two more times.

She puts her book down and reaches over. There are four texts from Jake.

Five minutes ago: come to The Roof

Ten seconds ago: !!!

Now: ames!

Now: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She frowns, but hurries up to the roof.

“Jake?” she calls out, stepping out onto the roof. It’s seemingly deserted.

She walks around, confused. “Jake?”

She takes out her phone and calls him. “What on earth is going on,” she mutters to herself as the phone rings.

“Ames!” Jake picks up. “Are you almost here?”

“What? Jake? Where are you? I’m on the roof,”

Jake, for good measure, does a quick scan of the roof. “What? No, you’re not,”

“Yes, I am… why do you even want me to come up here?”

“You can’t be here! I only texted you five minutes ago! And it’s not like there’s anyway to hide up here,” he walks quickly around the perimeter as he says this, just to check.

“What? It doesn’t take more than five minutes to walk up the stairs? What are you — ”

That’s when he realises. She’s on their apartment building roof. In hindsight he really should’ve specified. “Ames! Babe, you’re on the wrong roof, I didn’t mean our apartment roof, I meant Our Roof.”

“Our roof? What do—” but then it hits her, and she stops talking mid-sentence.

He didn’t mean their apartment roof, he meant Their Roof, hence the capitals in his text.

And then another thing hits her, for the first time in eight months, Jake’s leather jacket isn’t hanging on their cupboard handle. It's out, out in the world with him.

“Oh!” she says, her heart racing, and a smile working its onto her face. “Oh,” she repeats, she’s smiling so wide that she can’t speak.

“Yeah,” Jake mumbles on the other end of the phone.

“I’ll, um… I’ll be there in, in, in... soon,” she manages to get out.

Jake laughs. “I’ll see you in soon,”

“Yeah,” she breathes, “see you,” she hangs up, and stands frozen for a moment, before she lets out a squeal and does a little skip in the air, racing down downstairs to her car.

It takes a lot of self control for her to drive at an appropriate speed over to the roof. It almost doesn’t feel real. Just two days ago he’d still been in jail, and now?

She takes a deep breath, and parks the car, looking up at the building. There’s a faint glow emanating from the roof. She squints her eyes.

Wait, are those… fairy lights?

The sun is just beginning to set, and the clouds are painted pink as Amy Santiago steps out onto a roof Jake Peralta decorated just for her.

Fairy lights and police tape are wrapped around the perimeter of roof, ‘AMY’ is spelt out in red rose petals in the middle, and sitting where they sat all those years ago is Jake in a tux with a four buttoned jacket.

She stares around in awe, “Jake,” she whispers, as she walks over to him, “this is perfect… I especially love the jacket,”

He grins. “Four buttons,”

“Four buttons,” she nods, smiling.

Jake laughs nervously, and she watches him, eyes sparkling.

“How long did it take you to do that?” Amy asks, motioning at the rose petals.

“It took me like an hour alone just to pick all the petals off all the roses,”

Amy stares at him, dumbfounded. “You picked all the petals off the roses yourself?”

Jake looks at her, confused. “Yeah, what else would I do?”

“Just buy rose petals,” she prompts.

Jake’s eyes widen. “You can do that?!”

Amy laughs, and it’s Jake’s turn for his eyes to sparkle.

He takes a deep breath and pulls the ring box out of his pocket, as he lowers down onto one knee; Amy’s laughter dissipates at once, and she stares at him with wonder, her breath caught in her throat, her heart caught in a beat.

“Amy Santiago,” he says softly.

“Jake Peralta,” she responds, her heart full.

“I thought a lot about you in jail, well, I’ve always thought about you, since I met you. At first it was just stuff like ‘Why does she have to be so annoying but so damn attractive at the same time?’”

Amy laughs.

“But in jail I made a list on the first day. A list of things we would do when I finally got out.” he holds up three fingers. “Number One: Have mind blowing sex. Check,” he puts one finger down, and Amy laughs again.

“Definitely check,”

Grinning, he continues. “Number Two: Watch Die Hard.” he puts the second finger down. “Check. Number Three:...” he pauses, almost nervous, “Finally ask you to marry me,”

He bites his lip, and Amy’s heart skips a beat.

“I love you,” he tells her, and she’s never heard him sound so vulnerable, so genuine before, “I love you, and I know I always will, Ames,” there are tears in both their eyes by this point, and Amy wants to tell him she’ll always love him too, but she’s compelled to let him finish first.

“You’re my favourite person in the world, you have been since our first date here, and I choose here because of that, but I also choose here because you choose here, because it’s where we started, where we properly started.”

Amy nods, her breath is gone, her heart, too, is gone. He’s taken it. It’s sitting in his hands.

“We’ve been separated too many times, you and me, and I just want to be with you . That’s all I want.” he takes a deep breath, and opens the box, and the ring is reflected in Amy’s eyes. “Amy Santiago, will you marry me?”

Those words. She’s dreamt about them so much over the past eight months, and here he is, finally asking them. Finally.

She finds her breath and her voice, and he might be holding her heart, but she is definitely holding his. “Yes.”

He smiles wider than ever before, tears sparkling in his eyes. “Yes?”

“Yes,” she says again, louder, her voice breaking and a tear falling.

He stands up, and slides the ring onto Amy’s finger, his hand trembling.

Jake looks at her, mischief and happiness in his eyes; a split second letter confetti blasts into the air, and ‘Celebration’ begins to play.

Amy laughs, confetti falling into her hair. “How did you do that?” she asks, looking around in awe, as colour falls from the sky.

Jake shows her his phone, grinning. “The magic of bluetooth.”

And beaming, she kisses him with everything, because he is everything .

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