Just A Fling: Distraction
Because @wildfaewhump has amazing (hot!) characters and Dany just can't keep her hands to herself, here's another spicy AU. In which my Dany and Vic's Peyton have had nothing bad happen to them and are successful rich kids working in their parent's companies. They also happen to have insane chemistry.
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(Don't worry though, there's plenty whump on the horizon. Peyton isn't exactly a nice guy.)
(This is technically aligned with the "Everything and Nothing" AU of Vic, focusing on Valerian as Peyton's spouse)
Content: (Very) Spicy flirting. A lot of innuendo.
Night has long fallen, and Dany leans back in the leather chair of the hotel bar, staring at the city lights far below. Young Leaders in Management, the conference is called, and it's an honor to be there; chances are a bunch of them will be in next year's "30 under 30" list of top managers. It's hard to truly believe in it, when most of them work for companies that have their parents' name.
People like Peyton Montgomery, 29, CFO of Montgomery Capital. Charlene Lennox, 26, CFO of Baxter, Lennox and partners. Orville Roscoe, 25, whose grandmother put the R in WRU. And herself, Danielle Hammond, 29, COO of the Hammond Group.
Charlene had invited her to dinner over their joint venture building up a freight airline; and as always she'd been a strenuous and utterly un-fun conversation partner, leaving Dany in desperate need of a drink after their meeting had finally ended.
A drink, and a distraction.
She pulls out her phone with a sigh, scrolling down to find the respective apps.
"What are you doing?", Kate asks, suddenly alert. Shes been half asleep before, and Dany almost feels the pang of a bad conscience. Kate is second shift of her security detail, but that still means she's been working all night.
"Bumble." Dany turns her screen for Kate to see. "I need a fuck."
"Dany," Kate groans. "Please, give me a break. You know how hard it is to vet random strangers on the internet? For all I know, any of the men in that app could be a serial killer."
"Well, what else do you suggest?"
"Look at what's right in front of you. How about..." She makes a vague gesture. "Peyton Montgomery? He's sitting at the bar and he checked your ass out twice in the last five minutes alone."
Dany glances over her shoulder through the dim light of the half empty bar, easily spotting Peyton's dark curls. He's sitting at the bar. Alone, it seems - a state that seems entirely wrong for him. At home during any social events, he's the heart of the party; him, his spouse and their elitist circle of old-money friends. She'd never felt any need to belong.
"Pretty sure your line of arguments is flawed," she notes. "Rich boys can be serial killers, too, you know."
"At least I can be sure that he isn't in it for your money." Kate shrugged and pushed her glass of water from one side of the table to the other. "Plus, he lives in the same hotel. Neither of us has to get out in the cold."
Dany sighs and looks at him again. She's attended a panel with him, earlier today, 'Cost cutting by Process Automation'. Arrogant, spoilt, pumped with the casual confidence of those who always got whatever they wanted. He's also got a pretty smile, dry humour, and a way with numbers. And she really likes the way his shirt emphasises his shoulders.
Maybe it's worth a shot.
His head goes up to the mirror over the bar and he smirks, acknowledging her stare. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he raises his glass to his lips and takes a small sip.
Fuck.
Just for that smirk, she'd swipe him right in any app.
She breaks their eye contact and looks back at Kate, half defeated. "I'll talk to him."
Kate grins and raps her knuckles on the table. "Good luck."
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"Dany Hammond." Peyton smiles as she steps up next to him. "Really enjoyed that debate with you today. You're up late."
"Thanks. Right back at you. Still not over your cost efficiency argumentation, though. These numbers are obviously -" She bites her lip and shakes her head. Focus. She's here to find something else entirely. "Well you're right with one thing. It's too late to talk business."
"It is." He tilts his head at the empty bar stool next to him. "Let me buy you a drink?"
Dany raises an eyebrow, stepping back to look him down slowly. His shoulders and arms under that expensive shirt look even better up close. He really is her type. "Depends on what your intentions are with that."
He chuckles and returns the favour, taking her in head to toe. "Well... I could certainly come up with some ideas for my... intentions." Peyton glances over her shoulder and raises his glass towards Kate. "I guess it all depends on what your bodyguard back there will let me do to you."
"Ah." Dany clicks her tongue in fake disappointment. "Wrong answer, rich boy."
"Oh?" He narrows his eyes, a hint of a challenge sparking in them. "Depends on what... you'll let me do to you?"
She takes a sip of her drink and tilts her head. "Better."
He's not moving for a moment, simply assessing her, and she wonders if Kate's been wrong.
"Let's say..." He begins, and something to his tone makes a warm shiver run down her spine already. His eyes are firmly on hers now, very carefully observing any reaction. "Let's assume my intentions were to fuck you over every horizontal surface of my suite?"
Dany's heart is racing with anticipation. "Hmmm." Her lip twitches into a smirk. "Then I guess you should order these drinks to go."
Peyton snaps his fingers and signals the bartender without taking his gaze off of her. "You should just know, Dany," He gives her an almost boyish grin, as the bartender scurries back to pick up a bottle. "I was prepared to properly seduce you. I'd have given you the whole nine yards. The words, the smiles, the body language, the touches. People tend to admire my effortless charm."
Dany slides from her chair, their bodies almost touching, but just not, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. "Oh I don't have a doubt you're a good actor", she admits, and reaches out, fingertips resting on his chest. "But haven't we found on in that debate that we both rather share a passion for..." She leans in, acutely aware of how her hair falls over his shoulder, how her breath must feel on the skin of his neck. "... efficacy."
He moves faster than she expected, his hand on her hip spinning her around, and then she's pinned between his body and the bar, and it's his mouth that is on her neck, his teeth grazing over her skin.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Kate jump to her feet.
Peyton chuckles, holds out his hand, and a cold bottle of champagne is handed to him.
"Make sure your bodyguard knows not to disturb us," he murmurs into her hair. "We're going to be making a lot of noise."
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Ward
this post is also about ward
i decided to read the kenzie has a breakdown chapter so that I can be an even more annoying Kenzie apologist and
jesus christ
she'd get along so well with Pr0_d1gy. and by 'so well' I mean like an explosives factory on fire
screaming. "if not mine then whose". if you told me this line was said by Pr0 after Seb* got kidnapped I'd believe you.
*Pr0's teammate in the podcast Reboot.exe
sobbing sobbing SOBBING this is e.xactly how pr0 acted except his breakdown was quieter externally. this is it this is him. kenzie would handle the reboot s1 finale even worse because there it's not denial, seb IS alive, and he DOES need hacking and/or surveillance tech to be found.
pr0-core pr0-core pr0-core.
though pr0 would not be self-aware enough to say that. bless his heart.
anyways I remain a kenzie apologist. what she did was bad but not even halfway as bad as I imagined it (this is a pattern with her). I will be chalking it up to insanity defense and possibly (will have to cross-check with her former characterisation) She Would Not Fucking Say That syndrome. fooled by the projection
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