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𝙎𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝗈𝖿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | eight

Parings: CEO!Chris Hemsworth x Stripper!OC // Words: 7K // Type: Series // Taglist: Yes/No (Inbox me to be tagged or removed) Warnings: Some Smut.

The lack of heat and weight on top of him was the first thing that Chris noticed when his eyes fluttered open, welcoming him to the state of consciousness. The heat and weight, however, were the only things that bothered him because of what they meant.

Kaya.

That night was the first they’d slept together in a non sexual manner. She had her room at the house, and he had his, they’d only shared a bed for their sexual escapades. Last night, however, was a first.

Kaya, without prompt, peeled back the blankets of the California king and climbed under the fitted sheet. Typically, Chris’s mind raced with thoughts and mental planning for what the next day would bring, but this time, sleep preceded forethought. As soon as Kaya pushed her body against his, her thigh swinging over his lower body, he knew he’d be unable to focus on anything other than the woman under him.

When exactly he fell asleep, he hadn’t a clue. He did, however, wake up at some point in the middle of the night and chuckle when he realized Kaya had shifted positions. She was no longer tucked into his side but rather sprawled across him, her left cheek pressed against his chest.

True to her word, she’d kicked the blankets down to her ankles, his calves, leaving them both susceptible to the chill of the room. He attempted to at least pull the flat sheet over them only to stop when she groaned in her sleep and shifted her body upward, head closer to his neck than anything.

If he had the opportunity, he would have snapped a photo to savor the image. He would definitely, however, tease her with it when morning came.

And it had finally arrived.

Sighing and stretching, he sat up in the bed and closed his eyes. Chris was an early morning riser. Early mornings and late nights. They made up his way of living. This morning, however, he felt a bit exhausted. He chalked it up to the stressful day prior and climbed out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.

He overheard the faint sound of Kaya’s humming from the room over which was why he bypassed searching for her. She was still in the suite, and that was all he needed to know.

Twenty minutes later, he exited, freshly showered and clean, ready to start his busy day. One of many. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand, unaffected by the litany of notifications that overtook his lock screen. It was the norm for him.

He unlocked it and proceeded to wade through the many unread messages. He would start with the missed calls, follow up with the emails, and end with the text messages, the order of which would include starting with most important to least.

He’d seen only two calls that he needed to return when he walked into the dining area, clearly catching Kaya off guard.

She jumped up from the sofa, knocking her phone into the beige carpet. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows slightly lifted, but a small, tentative smile graced her soft features. He took in her appearance. She was dressed only in a black tank top that stopped just above her belly button and a pair of flannel pajama shorts that were dark blue with white lining. Her hair was down but pulled back, allowing an unobscured view of her face.

He always thought she looked most beautiful like this, off guard, in her natural state.

“Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I mean, uhh, morning.”

He eyed her skeptically. “Good morning.”

“Did I wake you?” She asked, almost fearful that his answer would be a yes. “I tried to be quiet.”

His eyes narrowed. “Would you care if you did?”

“Of course.” Now, he was alarmed. This wasn’t like Kaya. At all. “I ordered us breakfast,” she chimed, motioning to the table. “Belgian waffles with blueberries on the side and strawberry syrup.” As she spoke, he walked up to her, tossing his phone on the sofa on the way. Chris brought his hands to her face, peering down at her. “I’ve noticed you—”

“What are you doing, Kaya?” He could tell she was about to deflect, so he clarified. “Why are you acting like this?”

“What are you talking about?”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re many things. Dumb isn’t one of them.”

He saw it, the flash of anger that appeared in her gaze, but she pushed it away. “Don’t bait me.”

“Don’t put on an act with me,” he calmly challenged.

“You’re trying to pick a fight.”

“And you’re deflecting.”

She pulled away from him, only to realize that he had no intentions of releasing her. Chris held onto her arm. Kaya looked back at him and scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Kaya,” he spoke softer. Chris had an idea what she was doing, but he needed her to be honest. If not with him, at least with herself. “Talk to me.”

At his words, she looked away. “I did. Last night.”

“That’s what this is about.” Again, he knew what it was. He just wanted her to admit as much.

Chris could tell that she was searching for the right words. “L—last night was a lot.”

He nodded slowly. “It was.”

“And you’ve had a chance to sleep on it.”

“Sleep on what?”

She hesitated, angling her body toward him as she hugged herself, Chris finally releasing his grip on her forearm. “Us.”

He stepped closer to her. “Do you honestly believe that my feelings for you could change just like that?”

“A good night’s rest does the mind wonders, so I’ve heard.” Chris rolled his eyes. “So, you’re not, like, going to abandon me in this foreign country and force me to prostitute my way back home?”

“Why would you even—No, Kaya, I admit that I can be—”

“A dick?”

He chuckled. That was the Kaya he was used to. It was the one he liked .

“Difficult,” he spoke carefully. “But, I’m not heartless.”

She chewed on the corner of her lip. “So we’re still good?” He saw how she redirected her gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable. “You and me, I mean?” He nodded slowly, an action she reciprocated.

“Okay.”

“Alright?” He cupped her face again, searching for any sign of deception. He found none.

Kaya then released a heavy breath. “I never get nervous like that. I hate it. It makes me feel nice.”

“What’s wrong with being nice for once?”

She looked at him with a blank face. “Have you met me?”

He laughed and pulled her into his body. “I have.”

Aware that he couldn’t see her, she smiled and bit on her bottom lip before looking up. “Also, I actually ordered breakfast for myself and then remembered that you needed to eat, so your food should be coming in like ten minutes.”

He snorted. “That’s more like the Kaya I know.”

“Hey, at least I ordered something you like,” she reminded, clearly proud of herself for that. “Even though my waffles mine are way better.” She pulled away, taking his hand in hers as she led him to the sofa. “Coffee?”

He shook his head. “I’ll get it later.” Kaya waited for him to sit before she plopped down next to him and picked up her phone, her legs draped over his lap. “There’s something else I need to ask you about.”

He noticed the way she looked up from her phone but nodded. “Okay.”

“You fainted—” Her eyes shut as she groaned. “Why?”

“It’s stupid and embarrassing,” she sighed, sitting up and tossing her phone to the side. “Sometimes when I get really anxious or, nervous, I faint. It’s extremely annoying and absolutely ruins my devil may care image.”

“You’re like 4’5”. Devil may care image was never even an option for you.”

Mouth ajar, she grabbed a pillow and slapped it against him. “Fuck you!”

He laughed and caressed her leg. “So, you’re okay?” He stared at her.“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

She scoffed quietly, lips together. “You’d care?”

His answer was instant. “Of course.”

Kaya nodded, hesitantly. “Yes, I’d tell you.”

For a second, she thought she had to throw up. She felt sick to her stomach. Last night was honesty hour, so how had she ended up on Lying Lane?

“Good.” Chris gently squeezed her calf. “Now for the next thing.”

“What is this, an interrogation?”

“What did he say to you?”

Kaya couldn’t show it, but she was eternally grateful for the change in subject, even if she didn’t want to talk about that either. “Who?”

Chris closed his eyes. “The man from last night, Kaya.”

She groaned and sulked into the sofa again. “Not this again.”

“Now, Kaya.”

Kaya realized that she was lucky to have gotten away with the lie about why she fainted, so she decided to at least be honest about this much.

“He—said that I was beautiful and wanted to know how much you were paying me. Wanted to buy me for a night, maybe a week,” she scoffed and shook her head. “It took me a minute to realize what he thought I was and what he wanted. It wasn’t until he said I looked exotic and wondered how I tasted that I caught on.”

“Son of a bitch,” Chris cursed, adeptly managing his anger as he motioned for her to continue. “What else?”

“Well, after I told him to go fuck himself cause I certainly wasn’t going to, he got a little upset.” She pushed her lips together and wiggled her brows. “Told me that the toilet he had just pissed in was worth more than me, called me cheap, illegal, a whore, and a bitch. That’s when I punched him. Cue the panic, me running into you, couple of emotional breakdowns later, and here we are.”

“He touched you, though,” Chris added. “You lied when I asked you about it last night.”

Kaya pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m becoming too predictable.”

If Chris wasn’t juggling between flipping over the coffee table, he would have broken into a small smile. If only. “Kaya.”

She released a second loud groan and relented. “He wouldn’t let go of my arm—that was definitely annoying—then he moved it to my thigh and tried to take a grab at dulce—”

“What?”

“You know.” She gestured to her crotch. “Dulce.”

“You—named it?”

“Her,” she corrected. “And of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

He almost wished that he wasn’t too upset to enjoy the absolute humor that accompanied her statement. She spoke with an absolute straight face.

“I’ll handle it,” he announced.

Kaya sat up again. Her abs starting to contract from the constant up and down movement. “What do you mean?” He eyes widened. “Are you—are you going to kill him?” She moved to sit on her knees. “Holy shit, are you in the mafia?”

That finally broke out a small smile. “What?”

“It makes sense, you’re rich.”

“This is true.”

“And handsome. Like, very very handsome.”

“Also true.”

“And you’re a dick.”

“Debatable.”

Kaya climbed onto his lap and smiled craftily. “That would actually be kinda hot.”

“Would it?”

She nodded as her hands moved up his chest. “So, are you going to tell me what you plan on doing?”

He laughed humorlessly. “Of course not.”

She glared. “You are a dick.” Kaya attempted to climb off his lap only for him to restrict her. “Let me go. The seduction didn’t work. I’m gonna go eat.”

His gaze darkened. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” She watched him sit up and felt his hands palm her ass. “For someone so smart, you do take an awfully long time to catch on.”

“I resent that.”

“I don’t care.”

Kaya went to protest more when he laid her down on the sofa, hands going to tug down her shorts. “You think you can distract me with sex.”

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed against her neck, mouth traveling to the valley between her breast.

Kaya’s eyes fluttered as she squeezed the side of the sofa. “Well, it won’t w—work.”

He chuckled, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You sure about that?”

“Don’t play with me,” she forced out as his long fingers pushed her panties to the side.

Chris blew on her vagina and gave a slow, long kiss to her clitoris, prompting Kaya’s back to promptly arch off of the sofa. His dick twitched. He loved how receptive and sensitive she was to his touch.

“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

——

“Why don’t you like backshots?”

Chris looked down at Kaya. She laid at the end of the bed, flat sheet pulled up to her chest as she propped her head up with her elbow that was anchored into the bed.

“What?”

“You know.” She proceeded to move to her hands and knees, the sheets accentuating her ass perfectly. He had to contain himself.

“I know what they are, Kaya.”

“So why don’t you like them?” She asked again, returning to her previous position. “I thought all men did.”

“Why do you assume I don’t?”

“Chris, I can count on two hands how many times you’ve bent me over, and we’ve certainly fucked many more times than what I can count on those two hands.”

He chuckled, closing his eyes, purposely not answering.

“Hello?” Still nothing. Annoyed, she tried to kick him in his side. “Don’t ignore me.”

“I want to see your face every time I make you cum.”

Kaya stilled, her thighs immediately clenching. It wasn’t when he made her cum. It was every time, and there certainly were plenty.

“Damn you,” she groaned quietly, laying her head down on the bed. It made sense, so much sense. When he did have her face down ass up, his hand swiftly moved to her throat or fisted her hair, yanking her head back so that he could see her face. Kaya moaned quietly, suddenly eager for another demonstration, fully aware that she was unable. Even if Kaya wanted them to go another round, her body couldn’t withstand it. It always amazed just how much he could milk from her.

Quite literally.

“You asked.”

Again, she kicked him. This time, he caught her leg, his hand gently moving up and down her calf.

“Hey.”

“Hmmm.”

“Can we—” She saw that his eyes were still closed. “Can we stay in today?”

He opened his eyes and peered down at her. “What?”

She blew out a breath and sat up on her knees, sheet falling, exposing her nude body. “Hear me out.”

Chris’s fingers danced up her thigh. “I’m listening. Somewhat.”

Kaya rolled her eyes and placed her hand over his. He interlaced their fingers. “You know so much about me now.”

“Yes.”

“But, I feel like there’s so much I don’t know about you, and I don’t like that.”

“What do you want to know?”

Satisfied, she laid her body so that she was on her side, pulling the flat sheet up to her hip, but laying right-side up so that she could see him. “So we can stay in? Like, just….chill?”

“If that’s what you want.” She smiled. “But tomorrow, we go out.”

Suspicious, she asked, “is it for that surprise you keep talking about but won’t tell me about?”

“I’m sure you would love to know.”

“You truly are the worst.”

“Your question limit is nearing.”

Rolling her eyes, Kaya decided to table that topic. For now. “Why were you at the club that night? You looked miserable.”

“I was.”

“So why go?” She pressed. “And what man gets miserable at a strip club?”

Somewhat invested in the conversation, Chris turned on his side as well to face her. “Men go to the club, strip and beyond, to seek out women.”

“Pussy.”

“Precisely,” he agreed. “Does it look like I need to actively look for that?”

Eyes taking in his frame, even Kaya couldn’t deny he had a point there. Chris was many things, but ugly could never be one. The man was inhumanely handsome, insanely wealthy, built like a god, and knew the difference between harder and faster. It didn’t get much better than that.

“Touché,” she relented.

“But to answer your question, it was Evans birthday.”

“So, you were being a good friend,” she realized and admitted. “I can see that.”

“See what?”

“That you’re a good friend. You’re—you’re loyal.”

“When I deem someone’s worth it, yes.”

“I’ve never cheated,” Kaya shared. As per the course as of late, she continued to open up, sharing more and more of herself with him. “Been cheated on, of course, but never the one to do it. I just don’t get it, ya know? If you don’t want to be with someone, cut em off. Don’t hurt em.”

His eyes took in the way her voice dropped at the end, the softness of her tone. “Like you’ve been hurt.”

Kaya looked up over her long lashes and offered a crooked smile. “That’s one thing about me. I don’t give out second chances. You only get to fool me once, after that,” she said something in Spanish. His brow quipped. “What?”

“I’m not used to hearing you speak in Spanish.”

“I—I don’t do it a lot anymore. It—it reminds me of my family.”

“You think about them a lot.”

“Every day,” she whispered.

Chris thought about the question before he asked, wondering if it was too soon, not for him, but for her. Yet, he needed to know. “Do you think you’ll speak with them again?”

Likewise, Kaya considered her answer, replying truthfully. “I’d give anything to talk with them again. To be able to feel one of mami’s hugs or to hear papi complain about the neighborhood kids and their music.” She cleared her throat. “But, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I—I haven’t spoken with them in years, Chris. When I left, they still loved me, but now—after everything, I don’t know.” She swallowed. “And I don’t think I could handle them not wanting me as a daughter anymore.”

“But if you knew they wanted to see you, that their love hadn’t changed….you’d meet with them?” He pressed. He needed to know. He would never do anything he thought could hurt her.

Kaya surprised herself when she answered instantly. “Yes.”

Chris made a mental note of that.

Kaya decided to flip the switch. She could only handle vulnerability in small doses. “So back to the club, mister?”

Chris beat her to it with the questions that time around.“How’d you start working there?”

“Umm, it’s my turn to ask a question.”

“I don’t care.”

Normally, Kaya would object. This time, however, she simply smiled. “Well, during my spiraling, I discovered that the only thing I really liked about partying was the music and dancing. As soon as I learned to throw my ass in a circle, it was a wrap. Then I met Nia a few years back, learned she was a dancer, heard how much money she was bringing in, and that was all she wrote.”

“You made it seemed like you hated it.”

“Not at first,” she answered truthfully. “It was kinda fun, you know? I know I’m pretty, and I know I have a nice body, so I liked the attention. Initially. But, then it became less self serving, I started to feel less like a person and more like a product.”

“You felt objectified.”

“Exactly,” she scoffed. “Did you know I had to move from my old place because this guy started stalking me? Somehow, he found out where I lived. He followed me home a couple of times. Now that was scary.”

Chris’s jaw clenched. He felt a mixture of anger and guilt. Anger at whatever bastard had been able to render even Kaya frightened, and guilt at himself for how he had swindled his way into her life. He’d asked about her, of course, but showing up at her school, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the best course of action.

Kaya could practically see his mind reeling. “It was different with you,” she assured with a sly smile. “I’ll never complain about a handsome billionaire propositioning me. Well, as long as they look like you.”

“I still could have gone about it different.”

“You live and you learn.” She shrugged and studied him. “Besides, I’m glad you did. Even I have to admit, my life has become a lot more eventful since you decided to Pretty Woman me.”

“What?”

Kaya’s jaw dropped. “No.”

“What?” He repeated.

“You’ve never seen Pretty Woman?”

“How has it you’ve seen such a wide array of films?”

“It’s called being cultured.”

“It’s called needing a life.”

She ignored him and grabbed onto his forearm. “So, we now have our movie selected for this evening.”

“You do know I have a job, right?”

“And I have school,” she countered easily. “Ever heard of procrastination?”

“When do you graduate, anyway?”

“Next month,” she answered casually. His brow lifted. “What?”

“When did you plan on telling me that?”

“Well, up until like last night, I was still under the impression that this was all fake and you didn’t give two shits, sooo—”

“I care,” he said simply. Kaya quieted and watched the way he stared at her.

“I know.” A beat. “So do I.” She cleared her throat and kicked the blanket off. “Now, if you excuse me, that mammoth of a bathtub is calling my name. I live for a good bubble bath.” Kaya swung her legs over the side of the bed when he reached for her wrist. She looked over her shoulder. “Yes?”

Chris eyes drank her in. Kaya sat completely unaffected by her nudity. Her confidence was one of the many things he liked about her. She was so sure of herself.

“Have you tried the shower?”

“Not yet.” Kaya caught his drift and smiled, leaning over. She’d probably have to end up taking a pain pill anyway before the night was over. “Wanna join me?”

——

Kaya’s left hand was planted against the glass door, with the other against the marble wall. Her hair was soaked, curls dripping down her back. If this was any other situation, she would have been fuming. She hated doing her hair, one, because she didn’t know how and two, because not knowing how made it take even longer.

But this was different.

She didn’t give a fuck about her hair.

The only fuck she cared about was the way Chris was fucking her.

Long and deep, his strong arms held her up effortlessly, controlling the depth and speed of his strokes. He swallowed her moans, suppressing the cries of pleasure that edged off the tip of her tongue. He was so deep in her, Kaya couldn’t get enough of him. Sex was always a fun activity for her. But, this was beyond fun. This was inhuman rapture. She couldn’t get enough of him, and him, her.

Chris growled, his grip on her ass tightening, clutching her against his body. He was infatuated, the way her body reacted to his, she fit him like a glove, gripping him firmly.

Kaya moved her hands to his broad shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin. A moan escaped her mouth as she pried her mouth away, lips parting as she caught her breath, as best she could. His stamina was relentless, and she was starting to wonder if his goal was in fact to immobilize her.

If so, he was well on his way.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” He breathed heavily, gaze darkening, hips slamming into her harder. “How lost in I get in you.”

Kaya was beyond the point of words. All she could manage was a whimper, her head back against the shower wall.

“How many times I think about being inside you, think of the faces you make as I make you cum over and over again.”

In truth, Kaya was only hearing about 40% of what he was saying. It was nearly impossible to focus on both words and the insane pleasure he was causing her body while the showered rained down on them both, bodies dripping from both internal and external sources.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, voice laced with want. Need. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Kaya realized that the water pooling near her eyes wasn’t entirely because of the shower. She was crying. Kaya felt so many things beyond lust. When she first propositioned that sex could be a benefit of their arrangement, she thought nothing of it. She thought it would be something that could fulfill her physical needs.

But, it’d become so much more than that. He’d become so much more than that.

Never had Kaya been treated the way Chris treated her, and she’d been in plenty relationships. Many, and none even came close to respecting and spoiling her the way he did. And it was beyond the monetary gifts, he was attentive, he respected her, but he also pushed her. He met her verbal spar for verbal spar. He understood her humor, he understood what she did and didn’t like. He just got her.

He made her feel….good.

He made her happy.

Panting, she brought her hands to his face, mouth parted, staring. So many words, unspoken but understood, were conveyed in the moments they matched gazes. Her mouth contracted before she smiled softly, fingers running down his face, against his beard before she captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

It was both a truth and a lie. The truth was that she didn’t want to go anywhere. The lie was that what she wanted was no longer in her control.

Kaya just wondered just how long it was going to take for her to garner the strength to tell him that.

If time didn’t beat her to it.

——

An hour later, Kaya was in her bathroom having just finished blowdrying her hair. She had taken picture and sent it to her group chat with Beth and Dana, knowing the latter of the two would be furious that she used heat.

Dana was attempting to help Kaya learn how to style her natural hair. However, Dana was nowhere around, and Kaya didn’t have the patience nor the skill to replicate the wash n’ go Dana preached about, so she used her blow dryer and slicked it back into a low bun.

When she stepped out the bathroom, she found that he was sitting at the office area (she’d never even known a hotel could provide such a thing), glasses on, shirtless.

Smiling, she sauntered over and stood in front him.

“Hi.”

Chris looked up and over his screen. “What is it?”

“I can’t say hi to you?”

“You can’t be nice to me.”

Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her phone to scroll down to Nia’s thread, wondering if she’d missed a text.

She hadn’t.

“You’re rude,” she sassed. He ignored her, typing away. “Are you working?”

“No, I’m typing just because.”

She shrugged. “I’ve heard of rich people doing weirder things.” Kaya’s smile widened when she saw that the corners of his mouth lifted for the faintest hint of a smile. She loved their banter. “Anyway, it was freezing last night.”

He pulled his glasses off and looked at her with incredulity. “Kaya, you pushed all of the blankets off.”

“And?”

“And, that’s fucking why you were cold.”

“Everyone pushes the blankets off,” she argued, hands on her hips. “You kick them all off, pull some of the blanket over one leg, and then put he other leg on top of the blankets.”

“Kaya, literally no one does that.”

“Chris, literally everyone does that.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Because you’re a selfish bastard.”

“Because I don’t agree with your strange sleeping habits?”

“Yes,” she answered indignantly. “And, I’ll prove it to you.”

“Prove what?”

Kaya ignored him and proceeded to close up all the apps she had opened until she was returned to her regular home screen. Opening Tik Tok, she hit the plus sign located at the bottom middle of the screen. Looking around the room, she realized that the best place to stand it up was against his laptop.

Chris watched as she situated the phone, messed with her hair, pressed something on her screen, and straightened.

“Okay, so I’m currently having a sorta argument with my boyfriend about something that I know everyone does, but he’s convinced that I’m crazy.”

Chris chuckled quietly. That was the first time he’d heard her refer to him as such.

“Psychotic,” he interjected.

“Shut up,” she shouted, her volume contrasting with the smile on her face. “You’re such an asshole.” Kaya shook her head and continued. “So, when you guys are sleeping, don’t you like get hot and kick all of the blankets off, but then you get cold so you like pull one blanket on one leg and keep your other on top of the blankets?” She used hand gestures as she spoke to help illustrate what she was trying to explain. “Let me know in the comments.”

“Let her know she’s wrong.”

“Shut up, Chris!” Laughing, she stopped the video. Kaya reviewed it once and added a filter before typing out a brief caption and adding the hashtags. She hesitated before posting it for one reason.

Nia.

Kaya was once of the small group of people who refused to give into the Tik Tok craze. She saw it as nothing more than a poor man’s version of Vine. It’d been Nia who encouraged her to give it a chance, making Tik Toks with Kaya that quickly gathered hundreds and then thousands of views. Kaya also realized that this would be the first video she posted that didn’t have Nia in it. It felt strange.

She hit post.

It also felt good.

Last Kaya checked, she had a little over ten thousand followers. Not nearly as many as a lot of creators, but more than the average person. She expected at least a couple of people to reply but wasn’t holding her breath. In the meantime, she thought about something she wanted to ask Chris about.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Not now,” he answered distractedly.

She rolled her eyes. Kaya realized he thought she was pestering him again. “No, not that. I just—”

He heard the hesitation in her voice and lifted his gaze to her. “Yes?”

“I noticed you never talk about your family.”

She studied him, watching as he tensed before scoffing bitterly. “That’s because they’re nothing worth discussing.”

“It’s a sensitive subject,” she guessed.

“No,” he easily dismissed. “That would mean I actually care, and I don’t.”

“Everyone cares,” she carefully disagreed. “We just don’t always like to admit it.” He looked up. She smiled softly. “I would know.”

Chris thought about what she said. As much as he thought he was able to help her, sometimes he wondered just how much she realized she was helping him.

“I—I only remember seeing my parents a few weeks out the year growing up. When they weren't shipping me off to boarding school, they were hiring live in nannies to take care of me.”

Kaya frowned and pressed. “Why?”

Chris sat forward and clasped his hands together, having pushed the laptop away so he could rest his elbows on the table. “Work was always their number one priority. Not me.”

“So why have a kid?” Kaya spoke, as always, without thinking. “Especially if you don’t want to be a parent.”

“They needed an heir,” he answered simply before explaining. “Both of my parents came from money, generational wealth, if you will.”

“Old money.” He nodded. “So, they wanted to keep the tradition going.”

“Precisely,” he replied. “They just weren’t expecting me to forge my own path and certainly not to cut all ties with them.”

“You don’t talk at all?”

“I have my office send them a card for the major holidays, but personally, no, not in years.”

Kaya quieted. She was actually saddened by his story. She knew that no two people had the same upbringing, but she also knew the happiness and love she felt from her parents during her upbringing. They would have done anything for her. Their kids were their world, but from what Chris was saying, his didn’t even want to be bothered with him.

“That was probably hard for you,” she finally spoke again. “Growing up with shit parents.”

He shrugged. “It helped me to become independent.”

“Is that why you’ve never been in a longterm relationship?” She asked. He looked at her with surprise. Kaya shrugged. “Beth, Dana, and I talk.”

“About me?”

“Stop trying to change the subject,” she lectured. “I don’t know, I just imagine it’s hard to commit to a whole stranger when your own parents couldn’t even commit to you.”

His eyes softened on her. “It was.”

Kaya’s smile was inevitable around him, she was starting to realize. She also thought of something else. “Have you ever, ya know, talked to anyone about your relationship with your parents?”

“One, there is no relationship. Two, like a therapist? No.”

“Not interested?”

“No time.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me.”

“I’m sorry, are you studying business or psychology?”

She laughed softly. “I—uh, I went to therapy for a little while to help me deal with what happened to my brother but also—” Kaya hesitated but eventually decided to be honest about this much. “I wanted to have a total hysterectomy.” She looked down, fingers scraping against her thighs. “To make sure that I could never get pregnant.”

Chris had a feeling he already knew what her explanation would be, but he still had to ask. “Why?”

She lifted and dropped one shoulder. “I felt—I felt like I didn’t deserve to be a mom and the right thing to do was to make sure I never was.” Kaya looked off, starring at the artwork on the adjacent wall. “Thankfully, the GYN I went to at the time convinced me to talk to someone before I made such a drastic decision at a young age, and clearly it worked.” She motioned to her upper left arm. “I settled for the implant.”

He thought about what she was sharing, what he was sharing. Never had he been so open about his family situation with anyone, let alone someone he was seeing. Though Chris knew he had to admit, to himself and aloud, that his relationship with Kaya was more than anything he’d ever been in.

And she meant way more to him than anyone before her.

“And now?” He urged. Chris always imagined himself being a father someday, not necessarily anytime soon. In the latter side of the future. He wasn’t so sure anymore, however. “How do you feel about kids?”

Kaya had similar sentiments. Growing up, she loved pretending to be a mom, her baby dolls representing the kids she would certainly have one day. But then it happened, and everything changed. Therapy, however, was a great help. It helped her think not so much about current feelings but more how much they could change. How much they did change.

“I would love to be a mom someday,” she whispered and smiled softly. “Can you imagine it? A mini me.”

Chris chuckled. “God forbid she takes after your personality.”

“Well, she certainly wouldn’t be better off taking after yours.” Once again, her words betrayed her. Kaya was getting fed up with the verbal vomit that always seemed to occur whenever she was around Chris.

That didn’t mean she missed the way his eyes momentarily lit up at her unintended admission.

“Oh,” Kaya cleared her throat. Once again, the conversation was going down a lane she hadn’t meant to turn on. “I forgot to check.” Kaya grabbed her phone and quickly maneuvered to Tik Tok, mouth dropping.

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

Not only had she garnered thousands of new followers, but she had just as many comments on her video. Kaya went to her profile and nearly dropped her phone when she realized she was a couple hundred followers away from 100K.

“These people need lives,” she murmured to herself, turning around and walking toward Chris. Without thinking twice about it, she settled herself onto his lap. “What’s so interesting about me?”

“You’d be surprised,” he spoke into her shoulder, arms secured around her body.

Kaya, still shocked, managed to check the comments and cheered in triumph. “Told you!” Chris eyes landed on her phone where he read some of the comments, immediately rolling his eyes.

“Young people.”

“Is your pride so big you can’t even admit you were wrong?”

“You asked a generation of people who think partaking in challenges where they swallow Tide Pods is exhilarating,” he pointed out. “Forgive me if I don’t exactly respect the legitimacy of their veracity.”

Kaya paused. “Maybe you have a point.” She sighed quietly and sat back against his chest, continuing to scroll through the comments. “But, I’m still right.”

He shook his head and danced his fingers against her stomach. Kaya swallowed. She wondered what he was thinking about, though she had a good idea.

Kaya shifted in his lap, pulling down her notifications, when she sat up and gasped again.

“What now?”

Nia had responded. Eager, Kaya quickly swiped to open it only for a frown to form.

Since when do you post Tik Toks without me?

Kaya was immediately upset. She’d been honest with Nia, apologizing for how her behavior may have hurt her best friend, asking to make amends and what she needed to do to make things right.

Only to be rewarded with that sort of reply?

Anger replaced patience as she started to type out a smartass reply only for the three dots to appear. Kaya anxiously awaited for the message to arrive, and a minute later, it did.

Don’t worry about it. Do you. Imma do and finally take care of me.

Nia and Kaya had gotten into arguments before, but never like this and certainly not over a man. Initially, Kaya felt bad, wondering if she had let her relationship with Chris get to her head, but after reading this text, she realized that she had nothing to feel bad about.

Nia was the one who was acting ridiculous, and Kaya hadn’t a clue what she meant by “finally taking care of herself,” but she couldn’t be bothered.

She had so many other things to consume her mind and time with.

As if on cue, another notification chimed, but this one made her stomach curl.

It was a reminder from an unheard voicemail message.

“Are you alright?”

Kaya looked back at him and remembered he’d been patiently waiting to see what was wrong.

Forcing her mask back on, “Nothing, just stupid female drama.” Kaya lifted herself from his lap. “I’ll be back. I forgot to put my satin wrap on.”

“The bonnet?”

“No,” she groaned. “That’s the hat one. This one lays my edges.”

Chris shook his head and placed his glasses back on. “Women.”

Laughing, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.

Kaya hopped up on the corner and nervously bounced her leg up and down. She already knew what he was going to say. It was the same thing he’d been trying to speak with her about for months. Truthfully speaking, she expected him to give up, to move on, to let her go. Clearly, he could not do that. And to his credit, she figured it was because of all the time they’d spent together. He’d grown fond of her, and she hated that.

She hated that he couldn’t just let it go, let her go.

“Fuck,” she muttered. Kaya leaned over to turn on the faucets, hoping to drown out the noise, even if she did plan to listen to it without the aid of speaker.

Sending up a quick prayer, she opened her voicemails and hit play, lifting it to her ear. Her heartbeat was a mile a minute.

“Kaya, it’s me again. I know this is still your number because your voice is still on the message.” She made a mental note to change it to the automatic setting. “I know it’s been a couple months, and I know you said your decision was final, but I beg of you to give it some more thought. There is still time, and if we restart trea—”

Kaya ripped the phone from her ear, the case knocking against the granite counter. Feeling by her eyes, she looked at the wetness on her fingers and scowled. Without hesitation, she deleted the voicemail.

She couldn’t—she would’t do this again. He clearly did not understand nor respect boundaries. The decision was not his to make. It never was. It was hers, and she’d made it. His inability to accept that was his problem, not hers.

Locking her phone, she hopped down and turned around, planting her hands on the granite as she stared at her reflection.

“You’re fine,” she spoke to herself. It was a habit she’d started a while ago, even if it was a lie. It provided her a sense of false comfort. “You’re okay.” Her voice cracked despite her tenacity to remain firm in her choice. “You’re gonna be—”

“Kaya.”

She jumped, staring at the door. Realizing the water was still running, she shut it off. “Yes?”

“Did you order room service again?”

The tone of his question and the irritation in it gave her a much needed smile. She hurriedly wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath. Kaya swung the door open and plastered on a smile.

“Of course.” A beat. “Wanna share?”

Fine.

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A/N: There was definitely foreshadowing for a couple of things that are going to occur in upcoming chapters, one of which happens in the next one. What did you catch?

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babygirlofwakanda · 4 years

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Season’s Greeting

CHARACTERS — Giselle X Chris Hemsworth

CONTENT — Christmas Shenanigans and Surpises!

PLOT — A little somethin’ surrounding Christmas.

NARRATIVE — Christmas has always been an event for Giselle. Dating back to her excitement and starry eyed gaze at the string lights as a child in Texas, the brown beauty’s unconditional love for the holiday hasn’t strayed throughout the decades.

Sharing her passion with her husband, Chris quickly understood the importance to Giselle and has since aided in making this time of year special for her and now for their children.

A long way from the modern style home he once knew, the six-foot four man stood in between the living room and kitchen with his hands on his hips and admired the festive changes. With an array of red, white and gold accented decor spread through the house Chris took everything in. Starting from the train track underneath the eight-foot tree, red throw pillows and holiday figurines on the tables to the mistletoe he stashed above the doorways.

Stifling out a laugh at his wife’s attention to detail the Aussie shuffled over to the mirror in the hallway and flattened his palm over his black long-sleeve shirt before sighing while looking at his TAG Heuer.

“Giselle— sweetheart! The reservation is for eight and its almost six forty-five, we gotta hit the road!”

“—I know Chris, I’m coming! Uh, just gimme like five more minutes.” He heard her promise, making Chris exhale only for him to inhale the scented pine cones dipped in various oils scattered around his house.

Whispering, “What the hell is she doing up there..” under his breath, Chris waltzed into the kitchen.

Reaching down the actor stole a couple of gumdrop from his children’s gingerbread houses, propped up against the countertop before popping a few into his mouth. Grabbing another gumdrop from the rooftop of the gingerbread house, Chris allowed the smooth harmonies of The Temptations Silent Night playing from the speakers to distract him from the time.

Alone in the kitchen with a mouth full of candy Chris tried to hold the classic ‘silent night’ note only for his gruff voice to come out in the wrong pitch. “—damn babe!” He heard Giselle’s squeak out from behind.

Turning around as Giselle’s infectious laugh echoed through the kitchen, the Aussie strolled closer and continued his singing; keeping a smile on her face.

Inching his face closer towards Giselle, he cradled her face and started to lower his face only to pause mid-motion as he admired her undeniable beauty.

Meeting him halfway Giselle lifted her face to kiss him; immediately muffling his singing. Pulling back from the tender kiss Giselle felt Chris nudge his nose against hers in a way to subliminally ask for another kiss before she placed a hand against his black silk shirt and whispered, “Let’s go.” against his lips.

“Uh, okay,” Chris groaned, as he stood straight with a pout, “—but not before you spin around for me!” He hyped, quickly replacing his frown with a sly grin.

Sliding his palm into hers, Chris lifted their hands up and motioned for her to twirl around. Gluing his eyes to her body as Giselle pivoted in a circle, he watched the silk and denim pairing clutch onto every slope of her body. Leaving Chris blinking away the lust from his orbs before she turned to him; exhaling Chris licked over his lips before he ushered them out.

Oh, how date night was Chris’s fucking favorite night. With the children out with their grandparents; Alex and Janice who arrived last night, they were out doing some last minute shopping before taking the kids to see Frozen 2 for the umpteenth time.

The clinging of silverware, small chatter and the sizzling of the food carried on the trays of passing waiters filled Giselle’s ear. Glancing around the deck Giselle admired the string lights wrapped around the balcony and beams while the dark purple hue above painted the sky as the sunsetted above the ocean.

Enthralled in the scene, Giselle felt the wind softly blow through her hair while she breathed in the salty air before shifting around. Taking ahold of her straw, she stirred the strawberry lemonade conation and gripped the glass before bringing it to her lips.

Gulping down her drink in one take she heard her husband clear his throat before his voice followed, “Uh, is everything alright?” He questioned, making Giselle slowly sink in her chair. Did he figure her out?

“No, um— I’m fine. Why, wassup?” She rebutted.

“It’s just that um— everytime we come here you order the wine,” The Australian stuttered out, before he went to nervously rub the back of his neck.

“—and as of late, you’ve been chugging down the lemonade— but it’s not just that; it’s everything.”

“Like how lately you practically start gagging on queue whenever seafood is present— which may I remind you has been your favorite food since we’ve met. Or the constant running off the bathroom and now the lemonade! Baby, you only do that when,”

“—I have your basket of garlic bread right here, your food should be out shortly.” The waiter interrupted.

Directing her gaze from Chris’s anxious face to the smiling waiter, Giselle returned his grin while silently thanking the high heavens for stopping her husband from talking his way into ruining her surprise present.

The rest of the dinner flowed nicely. After forgetting the suggestive topic he was going to discuss, Chris and Giselle ate and giggled as they thought about how their family was going to react to their gifts.

Hitting a quiet mark as her husband sipped on his tequila, Giselle knew this was her opportunity to talk to Chris. Clearing her throat, “Now, I know that we’ve agreed that we weren’t gonna spoil eachother before Christmas but I got somethin’ for you honeybun.”

Reaching into her purse Giselle slipped out a brown flat, but wide box tied with a glittery red bow before she placed it on the table and slid it towards Chris.

With her acrylics still on the box, Giselle watched Chris’s thick digits touch the other end before she flicked her orbs up to look into his. “I couldn’t wait babe, I needed to have this moment with you and only you.” She detailed, before releasing the box.

In the box contained three positive pregnancy tests and underneath was a photoset of their unborn child.

With days of denying the possibility after her sick episode in Texas, Giselle couldn’t shake the feeling but once the symptoms started to slowly arise she abruptly sent her assistant to the store. Making out the two lines with ease Giselle kept her little secret and found out she was coming along nine weeks pregnant until this very moment; this second.

Instantly feeling a wave of vulnerability travel down her spine Giselle also felt the urge of premature tears threatening to unleash as one slipped from her eye while she watched her husband’s instant reaction.

Staring at her husband Giselle saw the corners of Chris’s mouth quickly lift as he picked up one of the tests and widened his smile over the digital two lines before he put it down and caressed his thumb over the developing baby in the ultrasound pictures.

Watching the moment Chris finally looked up, the brown beauty caught the extra gloss over his eyes before he blinked and allowed a tear to fall as well.

“Giselle! Oh my— this is fucking incredible baby!”

Thankful for the secluded area, Giselle beamed as Chris abruptly jumped up; making the chair screech in the process before he jogged over to embrace her.

Standing up, Giselle was immediately wrapped in Chris’s arms as he rocked her side to side. Pressing kisses all over her head he mumbled, “I fucking love you,” gripped her face and exchanged a tearful gaze with his wife before he smashed their lips together.

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The Christmas spirit was unmatched in the Hemsworth household. With everyone clad in a holiday printed onesies and slippers, drinking from their customized mugs of hot chocolate and Giselle’s playlist that included everyone from Destiny’s Child, Wham! to Alexander O’Neal playing through the tv; the family piled into the living with full stomachs from the big breakfast before passing out gifts.

“GiGi! You did not!” Iris gasped, as she slowly pulled the dust bag out of the mustard-colored Fendi box.

Hearing her sister squeal once the neon pink bag from Nicki Minaj’s collab was in her possession, the oldest sister swore she saw Iris leap across the living room just to bring Chris and her into a bear hug while she beamed. Once Iris released them and returned to baby Mia attempting to put a red bow in her mouth, Giselle continued watching her kids unwrap their gifts before she looked over her shoulder to find Chris with a silver glitter box lying in his palms.

Closely watching her husband raise the top Giselle instantly caught Chris’s blue eyes light up while his jaw falter open making the quarter million she spent all worth it for her honeybun’s priceless smile. In the box contained the car keys to a 1965 Chevy Corvair Monza with a custom baby blue paint job, cream seating, silver detailing and a full tank of gas.

After hearing countless fond memories of her husband’s childhood singled around this vehicle, Giselle knew it was only a matter of time before she had to get Chris the car he constantly ranted about.

Heart-racing from excitement the Aussie quickly picked up the keys and pressed a button abruptly making the car ring out. Immediately looking at his wife with childlike joy, Chris struggled to his feet and ran to the front door which instantly made the rest of the family follow behind in peak curiosity. Running to the driveway Chris quickly faltered his steps once his eyes landed on the replica car his father, Craig drove around when Chris was nothing but a young lad.

Picking up his pace while he unlocked the car, Chris slid in the car with door propped opened and gawked over the smooth interior. Hearing the footsteps of his family scurrying down the pavement, the surprised man took his orbs off the vehicle and brought them to Giselle who grinned as she stared back at him.

—and before he knew it, Chris was stumbling out of the car and over to her like a lovesick puppy as the family patted his back and went to admire the car.

Roughly gripping her face the Aussie scooped down and kissed Giselle to transfer his appreciation before he leaned back and pulled her frame into his while he swayed her body with his eyes closed. “Whew, I love you so fucking much girl!” He grunted, before he squeezed her tighter with his last few words.

“I love you too, honeybun. I hope you liked your gift.”

Immediately cocking his head back, Chris quickly scrunched his face up, “Liked? Girl, I love this gift.” He corrected, making Giselle’s infectious laugh ring out. Biting his lips in effort to contain his smile Chris slid his tongue over his lips as he looked down at his wife, “C’mon, I still have gifts for you.” He winked, with a nod to the house before pulling her hand.

Returning back to the living room with the family slowing filing back inside, the brown beauty retook her place back on the floor while Chris searched for a specific gift and within a few moments, the wrapped present was placed infront of her crisscrossed legs.

Grinning up at her husband, Giselle dragged her chocolate orbs away from him and turned towards her gift before she pressed her acrylics through the striped wrapping paper. Uncovering the orange box, Giselle squealed as she ran a finger over the Hermès logo engraved on the lid. After lifting the top, pulling the tissue paper back to grab the dust bag, Giselle felt her smile reach her eyes once her hand made contact with the slick fabric before pulling it out.

“Oh, shit!” She rasped, with her wide-eyes glued to the exclusive Rose Scheherazade Porosus Crocodile Birkin bag. Ghosting a hand over the reptile skin, the overjoyed wife flicked her eyes to her blue eyed beau; who now sat beside her and beamed as he observed her reaction. Throwing her arms around his neck she started placing kissing all over his face, “Thank you! Thank you!” Giselle repeated, as her family awed.

After months of procrastinating to buy this bag only to avoid the store whenever she was on Rodeo Drive, Giselle never expected Chris to catch her off guard.

“Ew!” The couple heard their kids groan whenever their affection lingering for more than thirty seconds.

Pulling away with a laugh, Giselle grabbed her latest addition to her Birkins before squealing once more.

Wrapping paper slowly began to litter the floor and sitting on the floor watching, the Hollywood couple watched on still enamored by their personal gifts.

“—good lookin’ out on the shades guys!” Liam yelled, with a thumbs up as he waved his storage case full of aviators around. Smiling at her brother-in-law, Giselle watched as her children and nieces excitedly played with their new toys while her parents and in-laws gawked over their designer trinkets and bags.

Looking up at her husband who also looked around the living room, it wasn’t long before Chris caught her eyes and the Hollywood couple shared a look.

Knowing that they had an important announcement to share with their family, Giselle sprung to her feet and grabbed a wrapped box hidden behind the tree while Chris got everybody’s attention, “Hey, hey!”

“We have something we would like to share with everyone.” His thick accent ranged out, with a touch of nervousness and excitement inflected in his tone.

“Yes, we do.” Giselle hinted, as she placed the box on the coffee table infront of where her parents and in-laws sat. “—please, everyone gather around.”

Retreating back to where her husband stood, Giselle threw her left arm around his waist while he draped his arm over her shoulder and brought her closer.

“Go on and open it.” The actress gestured, making Mama Janice and Mama Leonie carefully open the box while Papa Alex and Papa Craig looked on.

Anxiously watching her parents and in-laws raise the lid to the box, Giselle nervously leaned into Chris and lifted her hands to her face only to spread them and peak between her fingers as their shrieks echoed.

In the box contained a ultrasound picture tapped to the lid with a black letter-board in the box that read, ‘Baby Hemsworth. Due in June 2020.’ and under the board included a beige teddy bear, a baby rattle and bottle, and a folded white bodysuit and mini socks.

“—ahh! I knew it, I knew it!” Mama Janice exclaimed, as she jumped up and down before walking towards her daughter with her arms out and a bright smile.

Breaking away from her husband, Giselle was instantly immersed in the warmth of her mother’s arms. With tears of joys slipping from her chocolate orbs, the emotional beauty smiled and wiped at her tears before she was embraced by a tearful Leonie.

“Congratulations, sweetheart!” Her mother-in-law whispered, before pressing a chaste kiss to Giselle’s head and pulling away. Gushing from all the love, the actress caught her husband dapping up Quinton and Liam as they also gave their ‘congrats’ before teasing Chris on baby number four. Smiling at their moment Giselle’s eyes were quickly taken off them as small arms wrapped themselves around her abdomen.

Looking down she spotted her twins hugging her growing belly, “I love you mommy!”, “I can’t wait for the baby to come out!” Her girls squealed, before she hugged her twins and kissed their heads. As the girls skipped away to go play with their new iPads. Giselle went to go take a seat when the soft pulling of her onesie immediately caught her attention.

Dragging her eyes down Giselle instantly saw her babyboy’s ever-changing green eyes peering up at her while a frown graced his face. Twisting her own lips around the momma-bear cupped her three year olds chin before she asked what was wrong. “I don’t wanna share you.” He pouted, “C’mon Julian, your sisters had to share their time with me when you came along and now you have to do the same.”

“It doesn’t mean that mommy or daddy loves you any less, you hear me? We love you, and besides,”

Crouching down almost eyelevel to Julian, Giselle spoke to her youngest child, “—this means that you get to be a big brother Jules!” She hyped, as a smile replaced his confusion. Taking him into her arms, she cradled Julian’s body in her lap until her back leaned up against the couch, “When the baby gets older you can show them all your toys, play hide and go seek, read them stories just like your sisters do you and,”

“—and I can share my floaties when w-we go in the big ocean with daddy and my uncles!”, “—and you can share your floaties!” Giselle repeated, with a headnod while gushing at her son’s words.

Once the family calmed down from the news of a new addition, the couple sat on the floor as Chris shared his own excitement with his loved ones.

“Y’know despite all the gifts we’ve received today, my greatest gift is just being able to have y’all here and sharing the good news.” Chris smiled, while he caressed Giselle’s belly as she sat between his bent legs on the floor. “Every year you all either fly these long hours just to come to Australia or drive all the way down here to celebrate Christmas together.”

“—and we truly appreciate that.” Chris admitted, as he interlocked his fingers with Giselle as she turned back to smile at him. “We love everyone of you and we just want to wish y’all a Merry Christmas.”

Hearing the family echo back his words, Giselle gushed and leaned back into her husband’s warm arms as he continued to massage her little pudge.

They couldn’t wait for their bundle of joy arrival.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I hope everyone had a great Christmas! Let’s get this new year poppin’!

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midnxghtsunwrites · 3 years

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WDAMO | too hot to handle

summary: a day out with the kids on one of the hottest days of the year probably wasn't the best idea.

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"Baby, take over." Kiera groans as a wave of heat rushes over her. She releases the stroller holding the twins and allows Chris to grab a hold of it. "Whew, I think this was a bad idea."

Chris guffaws, "I've been telling you, Ki."

"No you didn't," The woman defends, "You said 'it's a beautiful day outside, woifey, why don't we go for a little walk and put the babies to sleep.'"

Chris pauses and looks at his wife, "Do I really sound like that? I don't sound like that."

Rolling her eyes, the mother of two grabs the cold bottle of water from the bag right behind the stroller and presses it against her brown skin. She should've been used to the Australian heat by now, but low and behold — she can't even manage 32°C (90°F). She blames it on the fact that she's been pushing the stroller with her two babies for the last twenty-five minutes.

That was her way of trying to bounce back to her pre-pregnancy body — by pushing a stroller as if that was the correct way to work out.

Well, better than nothing.

"Even the snake doesn't like it." Kiera notices the coiled up animal on the other side of the street. Usually, she'd be back home in T-minus 1 minute at the sight of Australia's many beasts, but with her husband by her side, she feels slightly better about it.

Chris rolls his eyes playfully despite the sweaty tendril of hair that falls into his face, "I've been telling you we should've stayed in and started that new Netflix show."

Kiera sends him a look, "First of all..." She pokes his bulging bicep, "You already started it, with your annoying, impatient self. Second of all, if we stayed in, you know those babies wouldn't be asleep until ten o'clock tonight."

He scrunches his face and glances down at the two girls in the stroller, cuddled up in each other. Ever since they were born, Myah and Kyah had been inseparable. Though they're barely one year old, they've begun defending each other from Chris's playful antics and they do pretty much everything together — including screaming more than they sleep.

And they have their own baby talk that Chris also seems to be in tune with. Not surprisingly.

Chris shrugs in realization, "Point made." He looks to his wife and sees that her eyes are now closed in satisfaction, the water leaving slight red marks on her skin from pressing it against herself so hard. Is he even a good husband if he doesn't make a joke of the distressing moment? "What is that smell?"

Kiera already knows what's coming and rolls her eyes, "Don't you dare."

"Smells like disappointment and an unfit woman."

She scoffs in dramatic offense, "Damn, put your arm down then. Gonna infiltrate the whole of Byron Bay."

Yeah, he was expecting that. Hence why he snatches the bottle of water from her grasp and pries it open, much to her protest.

"No, Chris, use the other bottle. I already know what you're about to do." She argues, poking his sides to no prevail.

He gasps dramatically, and pulls the bottle the rest of the way open, "Too late. Want some?" Without waiting for a response, he pours the ice cold water over his wife's torso, significantly cooling her body but she doesn't want to admit that.

Her matching white shirt sticks to her skin as she scoffs and mumbles, "Bitch."

Chris tries not to burst out laughing but as Kiera grabs the bottle from his grasp and reciprocates to him what he did to her, he stops pushing the stroller and throws his head back in anticipation and satisfaction.

"Damn, that feels good." He shimmies his torso into an odd dance move, his feet hopping from side to side. Kiera laughs as he mocks a strip tease, flipping his hair side to side and pulling his shirt away from his skin, "Give me more, baby mama."

"Shut up." She presses a hand to his taut stomach and pushes him away lightly but he just chuckles deeply and takes a hold of her arm to pull her into him.

With wet clothes practically translucent against the other, the couple finds themselves caught up in each other's stares.

Their lips meet and Kiera bites his bottom lip in the midst of their kiss. It's short, sweet, a refreshing release from the unbearable heat surrounding them.

Kiera chuckles as she pulls away, "Alright, that's enough for now, baby daddy."

#chris hemsworth x black oc #chris hemsworth x kiera hemsworth #chris hemsworth series #chris hemsworth imagine #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x oc #chris hemsworth au #series: what dreams are made of #series: wdamo

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calif0rnia-lovers · 5 years

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sky full of song. part i

aja naomi king as annadelaih

title: midnight awakening.

summary: young and in love, thor finds his world and mind consumed by his childhood friend, annadelaih. his father wants him to prepare to inherit the throne. according to odin, preparation for the throne does not entail focusing on “an evanescent romance.” the only daughter of heimdall, annadelaih finds that she bears a gift different from her father. when the young couple sneaks out for a night alone, thor witnesses the awakening of annadelaih’s most powerful gift. a gift that strikes fear in her father. a gift that forces heimdall to give up his only child as he places her in hiding on midgard. when she is sent away, annadelaih's past life is suppressed in her mind and her powers made dormant.

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Despite the early hour, nearly all of Asgard has risen. The excitement of the evening’s festivities has the entire palace buzzing. Everyone is ensuring they have their gowns perfected, that only the best flowers have been collected to adorn the halls for the queen. With the amount of productive chaos buzzing around him, the young prince can sneak outside unnoticed.

Thor was set to meet his mother, Frigga, for the morning. He and his younger brother, Loki, are to help prepare for the evening’s party. After getting into trouble, during the last party, Thor is mentally preparing for a “talking to.” A "talking to" that probably consists of the reminder that although he is heir to the throne, Thor is still expected to uphold certain responsibilities while in the presence of his father’s people. Responsibilities that don’t involve stealing wine and a “trophy” from his father’s collection room in an attempt to impress the daughter of the gatekeeper.

Thor, however, is not headed in the direction of the dining hall where his mother is patiently anticipating his arrival. Instead, he is headed towards the palace gardens.

Upon his arrival, it appears no one else is around.

Frigga’s garden provides the perfect opportunity for peace when one wants to escape the neverending hustle and bustle of the close-knit community. If you are a young man, who wants to escape the eyes of the palace for a few quality minutes with the young woman whose heart you’re trying to steal, Frigga’s garden is the perfect place.

Thor first brought Annadelaih to his mother’s garden during a game of hide and seek. Only a year older than Loki, Annadelaih naturally grew up among Odin’s two boys. Her father, Heimdall, trusted the two princes to keep an eye on his only child. Thor and Annadelaih would often pick Frigga’s garden as their favorite hiding spot when it was Loki’s turn to count.

As the years passed, and the trio outgrew such childish games, Frigga’s garden turned into something else. Annadelaih used it as a place to collect her thoughts or to bask in them. She could often be found reading amongst the trees and flowers. Thor can often be found disrupting her reading or picking a flower to bring to her upon their next reunion.

This morning is no different.

The deeper he travels into the garden, Thor can spot Annadelaih.

She is seated, her legs crossed, her current book perched on her lap. Her chin rests in her hands.

Thor slows his pace, moving so that he may approach from behind. The grass softens his footsteps, allowing him to creep behind her. Kneeling, Thor stealthily covers Annadelaih’s eyes. Instinctively, her hands reach up to grab his wrists.

Thor attempts to distort his voice, his hand not giving in to the tugs of Annadelaihs.

“What is a beautiful maiden, such as yourself, doing out here all alone?”

Kissing her cheek, Thor smiles as Annadelaih attempts to escape his grip. Giving in to her desire, Thor uncovers her dark brown eyes his arms securing around her waist preventing her from getting up. Nuzzling his face into the warmth of her neck, he leaves a series of soft kisses.

“Thor,” she giggles as he takes a seat behind her.

Tugging her body back, Thor chuckles as he guides her between his legs allowing his chest to rest against her back.

“It’s not fair if you cheat.”

Annadelaih giggles as she closes her book. She bites her lip as the warmth of Thor’s lips move to her shoulder. Her eyes drift shut with a deep breath she releases. Thor’s touch has disrupted her thoughts. She can feel his thoughts creeping, taking over hers. Usually, she can turn them down. Years of practice have allowed Annadelaih to tame her gifts. It’s always harder when Thor is the one touching her. He makes it difficult for her to concentrate.

Sunlight casts a golden haze against the inside of her eyelids as Thor’s fingers drift to her shoulder before lightly passing over the nape of her neck. Thor moves her curls aside, his lips pressing against her recently exposed skin. A shiver trickles down her spine as he guides the strap of her gown aside. Her hand reaches up to stop it from slipping down her arm. Annadelaih shrugs away from his wandering lips pulling a groan of protest from Thor.

“It’s not cheating if I already know that it is you. Believe it or not, I only allow one person to kiss me like that.”

“I would hope so, my love.” Thor chuckles, his arms slipping around her waist. He allows his hands to rest against her stomach. Although his hands are no longer wandering, his presence still forces Annadelaih to take a deep breath. “I would hate to kick someone’s ass this early in the morning.”

“Are you still expecting me to just fall into your arms because you fight off every suitable prospect that approaches my father?” Annadelaih rolls her eyes, a giggle destroying any sense of firmness in her voice as he nuzzles his nose against her skin.

“Yes,” he admits truthfully. “How else am I supposed to win your love if those unworthy prospects keep getting in my way? It’s difficult enough that being Thor, son of Odin-”

“God of Thunder,” she finishes in unison with him, her eyes rolling for good measure.

“Is not convincing enough for you,” he chuckles.

“It’s not,” Annadeliah shrugs. Brushing her hair back over her shoulder, she reopens the book that sits in her lap. “Some ladies are not entranced by the prospect of a crown.”

Thor silently watches as she comfortably rests against his chest, her full attention returning to the words before her. He cannot help but pout. His attempt to distract her has failed. As she read silently to herself Thor released a breath.

The richness of her chocolate skin seemed to capture the light of the sun. A gold cast appeared against her skin. Her curls have been elegantly tamed. The tiny white flowers that have been woven into her hair briefly hold Thor’s attention. His fingers drift into her hair. He admires the softness of her curls, his lips pressing against her cheek.

The gown she wore was beautiful.

Thor’s fingers drift down to toy with the fabric. It was silk against his skin. The shades of blue as clear as the morning sky, the golds as pure as her father’s eyes. His touch seeps through the fabric, his thoughts penetrating her skin.

There are moments when he forgets that she can read his mind through even the smallest of contacts. When they were younger, he would avoid touching her. He knew it was overwhelming at times for her and didn’t want to burden her. Taking on the thoughts and emotions around her when she allowed herself to give in to it would often bring her to her knees in agony when she was younger. But as they got older, and she no longer shied away from his touch, Thor often let his touch linger. It was easier for him to share what was on his mind.

“I’m not interested in other women.” Thor watches the corner of Annadelaih’s lips turn up briefly as his thoughts meld with hers. He lets his touch drift to the fabric on her thigh. “I have only ever wanted you.”

“And I’m trying to read,” Annadelaih speaks softly. Her skin has been overtaken by a warmth that causes her to smile. The sensation of the fabric Thor drags against the sensitive skin of her thigh catches Annadelaih’s breath. “I would truly appreciate it if you let me concentrate.”

“I don’t need your gifts to read your mind, my love,” his voice is low, a smirk forming on his lips as her pulse spikes. “I know that you’d find my plan far more enjoyable than sticking your nose in the pages of some old book.”

Thor let his lips press against her escalating pulse. He releases a groan of protest as Annadelaih’s touch finds his wrists stopping him from guiding the fabric of her gown up her legs.

Taking a deep breath, she tilts her head so that she can meet his gaze.

“You’re impossible.”

Thor’s eyes roll, a grin on his lips. “I wouldn’t say that...I just don’t like to be ignored.”

“Why do I have the feeling you won’t quit?” Annadelaih groans as she shuts the book in her lap.

“Because you know me so well.”

Thor takes the book from Annadelaih’s lap. He sets it aside.

“You no longer need this.” He announces.

“Why?”

Reaching behind him, Thor smiles. “Because I’ve gotten you a better one.”

Thor reveals the book he’d taken from the shelves of his father’s untouched library. It was the spine of the book that had caught his attention. He thought it was beautiful, like her.

The rich plum cover was adorned with gold, the shimmering lettering and ribbons etched into the velvet cover capturing Annadelaih’s attention.

“Thank yo-“

Thor moves it out of her reach, a grin spreading across his lips as she releases a groan of protest.

Scrambling to his feet, Thor moves slightly quicker than Annadelaih who trips over the fabric of her gown. Hastily gathering the fabric, she giggles as Thor turns before taking off through the garden.

“Thor!”

His chuckles fill the air as he disappears out of sight. Following the sound of his voice, Annadelaih soon finds that her uncontrollable giggles are responsible for making it difficult to catch her breath. As she rounds the corner, a squeal escapes her lips when her feet leave the ground.

Thor effortlessly lifts her off the ground, his arm securing around her waist. The sound of her giggles echoes throughout the garden as his lips playfully press against Annadelaih’s neck. Thor lowers her to her feet. He reveals the book she is seeking.

“You know,” he sighs. “I don’t like how I’m always the one showering you with gifts, and all you do is torment me.”

Annadelaih scoffs, her hands finding her hips. “Torment you? I always thought Loki was the brother who loved the dramatics. Not you.”

Thor cannot suppress his smile as he moves the book behind his back. “You hardly let me kiss you-’

“That is not true,” she gasps. A giggle escapes Annadelaih’s lips at the ridiculous accusation. “I-”

“Never let me kiss you whenever I please.” Thor cleverly completes her sentence.

Annadelaih’s eyes roll. “Sorry, I don’t allow my world to revolve around you, your highness.”

“I am a prince, after all.”

Thor chuckles as she tugs against his arm once he lifts the book over his head.

“Thor.”

Ceasing his laughter, Thor allows his gaze to meet hers. His free hand moves to steady her waist as Annadelaih nearly teeters off her tiptoes.

“My lady?” His gaze drops to her lips, his tongue passing over his own as he leans forward.

Annadelaih smiles softly at the action. “You’re going to be late.”

Thor releases a huff, his lips forming a pout once he realizes he cannot argue with her observation. He should already be in the presence of his mother. If he doesn’t leave soon, Frigga will have the entire palace on alert just to embarrass the young man. Annadelaih’s fingers find his jaw. She allows her weight to shift until she can bring her lips to his.

“Thor!”

The sound of his younger brother’s voice causes Thor to shift their bodies to the left. He lifts her off of the ground, effortlessly moving her body from where she stood. He guides her out of sight, suppressing her giggles with needy kisses. Settling her back on the security of the ground, Thor gently guides Annadelaih back until she is resting between him and the oak tree.

“I could always skip this party,” Thor suggests. “Spend the evening with you.”

Shaking her head, Annadelaih giggles as his lips press against her neck.

“It’ll be difficult. You are the prince, which you have so graciously pointed out numerous times, so I am almost certain all of Asgard would notice you not being at the party. Especially your father-”

“Brother,” Loki huffs as he steps into the garden. He lets his eyes scan the garden. Although he gets no response, he knows he’s not alone. The queen’s garden is Annadelaih’s favorite reading spot. And, wherever Annadelaih was Loki knew his brother was close behind. “I am not covering for you this time. You better be prepared for father’s wrath when you turn up late. He can always tell when you’re lying...Especially when it involves Anna...”

Annadelaih’s brows knit together. “I hate to say it, Thor, but Loki is right.”

“First time for everything,” Thor says softly, his thumb light tracing the curve of her jaw. He meets her gaze. “Promise to meet me tonight, and I’ll go...”

A soft smile spreads across his lips as Thor watches Annadelaih’s nose scrunch in thought. Her brown eyes meet his blue ones.

“Without protest?”

Thor nods.

“Fine…”

Taking the book, Annadelaih lets it rest against her chest as Thor’s lips press a kiss against her forehead.

“You could always join me at the party,” he hints, a soft wink the last gift he gives her before turning away.

Stepping around the tree, Thor can only give his brother a boyish grin in response to his rolling eyes.

“You know, one of these days, someone might tip the old man off to how you’ve been spending your time. Or worse, they might tip off Heimdall.”

“Is that jealousy I detect in your voice, brother?” Thor quips as he starts up the steps leading towards the palace. “It doesn’t suit you very well.”

Like every Asgardian party, it was still in full swing by the time the moon was in mid sky. Luckily for Thor, by this time, most of the Asgardians were full of wine and laughter. It was easy for the young prince to slip away unnoticed. Even from the eyes of his father.

Apart of him had hoped Annadelaih would accept his request and attend the party. Her presence would surely make the event more enjoyable. He also wanted to dance with her. To kiss her in front of everyone in the palace. Before the men who wanted so desperately to have the fair maiden’s heart, his mother who loved her almost as much as her sons, and in front of his father who seemed to think Thor was wasting his time with a quickly burning romance. Parties were never Annadelaih’s favorite place. She rarely attended celebrations. Something, her father had no protest of. He wanted to keep his daughter away from the men who so desperately seek her attention.

It takes a while for Thor to leave the security of the palace and to disappear through the forest. The spot in which he often meets Annadelaih rests at the base of the mountains. Secluded by the trees, the rocky shores slowly transform into beautiful blue and gold sand. Sand that disappears into deep waters. When he reaches her, Annadelaih is standing by the shore allowing the soft waves to lap against her toes.

“Thank you for waiting,” he smiles, his lips quickly pressing against hers.

Before she can respond, Thor is already pushing down his pants.

Instinctively, Annadelaih turns away.

“what are you doing?”

Thor smiles to himself knowing that the heat of embarrassment is spreading across her cheeks.

He tilts his head back, as he steps out of his pants, his gaze shifting to the moonlit sky.

“I think it’s a good night for a swim.”

Annadelaih focuses on water. She tries to fill her mind with how beautiful the moon looks against the surface of the water as opposed to how Thor will look once fully undressed.

“And you think it’s best to do that naked?”

Thor shrugs.

Annadelaih can’t ignore the heat burning against her face. She knows it sounds ridiculous. She’s seen a naked body before, but not his. In all the time they have gone swimming, it has always been in their undergarments.

Thor stops alongside her. He lets his gaze rest on her, his eyes causing her to glance up at him.

“Feels natural,” he teases before taking a step forward.

Tugging his shirt over his head, Thor balls it up in his hands.

He remains where he is, the feel of her gaze traveling along his muscles under the moon’s glow erupting a new wave of confidence in him.

“What if someone sees us?” she asks quietly, the inability to control her gaze causing her to bite her lip.

“Come on, Anna,” Thor chuckles as he turns to face her. “There’s no one else around. Besides, I’m not one to shy away from a little attention.”

With a wink, Thor tosses his shirt towards her.

He turns and runs. He takes off across the sand and onto the dock. Annadelaih watches as Thor leaps into the air, a giggle escaping her lips as he crashes into the surface of the water. Thor disappears from her sight. The water comes to a slow ripple before returning to its normal state as he sinks deeper.

She steps forward, watching as Thor resurfaces a distance away.

Catching his breath, Thor shakes the water from his face and hair.

“Where are your manners, my lady?” He calls out. “It’s hardly fair if I’m the only one naked.”

“I’m almost certain that hasn’t stopped you from having fun before.”

Annadelaih’s teeth tug against her bottom lip as Thor concentrates on floating through the water. Her entire body is shivering despite the warm summer air.

Thor concentrates on the moon, a smile forming on his lips. He shifts his body, allowing his gaze to rest on Annadeliah. He notes that she hasn’t moved.

“I’ll close my eyes,” he promises.

Annadelaih watches as Thor lifts his hands to shield his eyes. A moment later, his blue orbs reappear, the playfulness that lay inside his smile causing her heart to flutter.

Thor watches as Annadelaih reaches up to release her curls. He finds himself taking a deep breath, his eyes following them as they fall and spill over her shoulders. He watches her fingers move to the fabric of her dress. The closest he has come to see her undressed was nearly a year ago when he’d accidentally walked in on her. She was with his mother, Frigga convincing her to allow her seamstress to make a dress for Annadelaih’s birthday. He’d quickly sputtered an apology before shutting the chamber doors. Thor is surprised when Annadelaih does not turn to shield herself from his gaze. Instead, she unclips the fabric resting on her shoulder. She allows it to slip from her fingers, Thor’s eyes following the glistening gold and blues until they pool at her feet.

He retraces the path, committing every soft curve of her body to memory. He meets her gaze, a rush of heat spreading throughout his entire body once his mother’s voice pops into his head.

“No matter how beautiful someone is, it’s not polite to stare, my son.”

Holding his breath, Thor disappears beneath the surface of the water allowing Annadelaih the privacy she won’t ask for.

Leaving her clothes, alongside his, Annadelaih makes her way towards the water.

The water is cold against her toes, her body welcoming it against her overheated skin. Her body becomes accustomed to the temperature as she swims further out. She swims out to where she last saw Thor.

“Thor?”

She looks around. Annadelaih’s breath escapes her lungs as she is tugged under the surface of the water.

Thor chuckles as she playfully pushes against his chest. Putting distance between their bodies, Annadelaih smiles as Thor swims forward to replace any distance separating them.

His touch finds her neck, his lips pressing softly against hers. They both allow themselves to get lost in each other’s touch. Annadelaih’s lips may be kissing Thor’s softly, but their teasing nature would convince him to do anything she might ask.

“Are you sure your mother’s not...some sort of temptress...or goddess that has the power to control men?” Thor muses, his voice muffled against her lips. “You seem to possess some type of unbreakable spell over me.”

“Does the Mighty Thor have a weakness?” Annadelaih teases.

“Only one,” Thor chuckles.

Annadelaih allows her eyes to drift shut as Thor’s lips returned to hers.

Her concentration on drowning out her and Thor’s thoughts cause her response to Thor’s lips to fade. She wants to focus solely on him. Not to let their overthinking ruin the moment.

It is not until Thor’s hands find her face that Annadelaih allows her eyes to open.

“I don’t mind, you know,” he breathes. “It doesn’t bother me that you can hear my thoughts. I have nothing to hide from you.”

“I know.” She softly smiles. “I don’t...sometimes, it’s hard to appreciate my gifts.”

Thor softly smiles. He kisses her forehead softly. He knew what she meant. Her father was always telling Annadelaih to embrace her gift. Not suppress it. This is why Thor always reminds himself that his selfishness in touching her sometimes made her feel more than she wanted. His touch on her hips becomes faint as he gently pushes away from her body.

Her touch finds his neck, her arms securing around him to prevent him from moving away. Guiding her legs around his waist, she kisses him softly. She lets her body relaxes. His emotions and thoughts flood her entire body. The feeling always is nearly overbearing. She has spent years mastering and harnessing the powers that have made moments like this difficult.

“Sounds as though the party is going strong,” Annadelaih giggles as her gaze drifts to the brightly lit palace visible in the distance. “Maybe, we can make it back to your chambers unnoticed.”

It takes a moment for her words to register. A heat rushes across his skin, the tips of Thor’s ears turning red as Annadelaih’s delicate touch drifted down his chest towards his waist. She takes him in her hand. Before he can stop it, memories of Thor’s most recent dream floods his mind. The dream that had caused him to wake in a sweat, her name on his lips. The dream that had Loki teasing Thor every chance he had. It was the same dream Thor had, in slightly different variations, over the past few years. A dream he made sure to never allow into his mind while in Annadelaih’s presence. It was one thing to tease and kiss her. It was another to suggest they take their relationship to the next level. His cockiness seemed to seep away quickly as Thor cleared his throat, his eyes gripping shut as he struggled to force the imagined sounds of her out of his mind.

Realizing her effect on the young prince, Annadeliah softly kisses his neck.

“I want to see if I can make you feel as good as that dream of yours.”

Leaving him, Annadelaih doesn’t bother to hide her smile as she swims towards the shore. Thor watches her. He knows that he needs to wait, allow her to get out first as he forces his body to calm down. He is busy steadying his pounding heart as she climbs out of the water.

He watches her gather her damp hair before retrieving her gown. He watches her dress as he attempts to talk himself into joining her.

“Hurry up,” she teases as she watches Thor swim towards her. “Before I change my mind.”

Thor smiles at the lingering of her eyes as he climbs out of the water. He pauses long enough to kiss her temple before moving towards his clothes.

Annadelaih steps away from the shore to leave him to redress.

She walks out across the dock.

Focusing on the moon, she attempts to bite back the grin on her lips. Her entire body is radiating, the dream from her boyfriend’s mind sending an almost overwhelming sensation throughout her from head to toe. Thor glances over his shoulder. He tugs his pants over his hips, watching as Annadelaih reaches the end of the dock.

She stumbles for a brief moment, the pain that fills her head temporarily blinding her. Annadelaih’s reflexes allow her to catch herself as she teeters over the edge. An uneasy feeling causes Thor to abandon the task of detangling his shirt.

“Anna?” He calls out as her hands drift to the sides of her head.

“Thor, something’s wrong.”

Her words come out just above a whisper. The distance prevents Thor from hearing what she says.

Annadelaih doubles over, her eyes gripping shut as her hands clasped over her ears. The piercing sound that echoes in her head pulled a blood-curdling scream from her lips. It rang out across the surface of the water, drifting towards the distant forests. If there wasn’t a party going on in the palace, everyone there might have heard it too. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed Thor couldn’t reach her in time to catch her staggering body.

The dark brown eyes Thor has come to grow accustomed to widen. They illuminate, the dark brown misting and mixing until they are replaced by a bright gold. Her body went limp.

Thor was the only one to hear the splash.

By the time he reaches the end of the dock, the only sign she had fallen over was the tiny ripples dancing across the surface of the water. Taking a breath, Thor dives beneath the surface.

He sees her body drifting deeper towards the bottom of the lake. The fabric of her gown billows around her lifeless body, tangling with her limbs. Her golden eyes remain illuminated casting a golden haze across the darkness, her hair floating like a halo around her head. Linking his arm around her waist, Thor kicks towards the surface of the lake. The weight of her gown seems to pull against his kicks. As they break the surface, he struggles to keep hold of her body and to steady her head.

“Anna-” He sputtered, his lungs struggling to fill with air.

Tilting his head back, Thor yelled as loud as he could. The name he screamed coming out of his lungs until he drew himself hoarse.

“Heimdall!”

#Thor Odinson #thor fanfiction #Aja Naomi King #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfi #thor x oc #thor x black!reader #it's so long

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Forbidden - Chapter 2

Summary- Jess couldn't stop thinking about the guy she'd met in the coffee shop, he was drop dead gorgeous, mature and everything she's always wanted but how would she find him again when she didn't even know his name?

Word count- 3.1K

Pairing- Prof!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, slight smut talk

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 13th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

Chapter 1

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again.

If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates?

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

"Morning, you feeling any better?" Ellie was awake before me as usual, she spent hours getting ready in the morning and was now sat at her desk finishing her make up.

"I suppose, can't beat myself up forever can I?" I was more the get up and go kind of girl, I could never understand why she'd take hours getting ready just to go to class but I suppose you never know who you're going to bump into.

"No you can not. Not when there's literally thousands of guys here to take your pick of."

"Psh!" I finally pull myself out of bed after thinking about the thought of possibly bumping into my hunk again I changed my mind about making myself a little more presentable.

"What d'ya mean psh?" Ellie turns to look at you, her mascara wand in her hand and only one eye made up, she looked ridiculous. How could you take her seriously looking like that?

"I mean I'm not interested in these childish boys anymore El, I want a man."

"Fuck me, you spoke to the guy for two minutes and already you're acting like you've lost the love of your life." Wow, that hurt a little.

"I didn't say I was talking about him although it would be nice. I just meant I'm sick of playing all these childish games and never knowing where I stand. Don't you get sick of being the one who always falls deeper? Getting messed about and then being the one who's left hurt?" I joined her at the desk, putting on a little mascara and eyeliner. "I want a man who knows what he wants and treats me better. Don't you?"

"Well shit, when you put it like that I can't argue with you. It would be nice, hey I wonder if Mr Aussie has a brother?" She waggles her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "I gotta go babe, what class you got?"

"My first Comms class this morning." I did not sound excited at the prospect because I really wasn't. I'd put it off in freshman and sophomore years but thought I better get it over and done with before my senior year.

"Oh really? I didn't know you'd taken that class. I heard a load of seniors talking the other day and apparently the Professor is drop dead gorgeous. I was thinking about taking it up too just to see what all the fuss was about."

"Well that should make the class a lot more interesting, maybe it isn't going to be as bad as I thought."

"See, every cloud and all that. See you tonight, fancy the bar?" She shouts over her shoulder as she walks towards the door.

"Sounds good, see you later."

I looked over my outfit I'd already chosen for the day, just some jeans and a plain t-shirt and realised it wouldn't do. Not when there's the prospect of a hot Professor to impress. My wardrobe desperately needed an update, especially now I was focused on finding myself a man and not one of these easily pleased college boys, that were happy with anything as long as I showed a bit of leg and tits. I settled with some tight black jeans with a black, lace-rimmed, cami body suit and a cute little cream, cropped blazer to finish it off. It made me feel confident when I checked myself out in the mirror and if I do say so myself I looked smoking hot. I checked the time on my phone, realising I was going to be late I quickly ran the curling tongs through the ends of my long blonde hair before grabbing my bag and rushing out of the door.

In the hopes of catching the eye of this new professor I'd completely forgotten about the hottie from the coffee shop, which was probably a good thing, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. I kind of wished I would though, especially when I was looking and feeling this great but hey, on to bigger and better prospects.

I thought that being late would mean I'd be stuck with a lame choice of desk in class but luckily the back row was practically empty and I could hide in the corner of the lecture theatre. I laughed to myself when I realised that practically all the girls were occupying the front desks, obviously they'd heard the rumours too.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and fumbled in my bag for my pen and notepad, when I glanced to the door and caught the eyes of a student I hadn't seen before. I couldn't deny how attractive he was, with his bright blue eyes and floppy hair, oh and that smile. Wow! He smiled brightly at me as he made his way to the back of the class, his eyes glinting, shining like diamonds as he ignored the whispers from the girls at the front. The whole row of desks were free so when he chose the desk right next to me, my stomach fluttered.

I kept my eyes on my notepad, doodling on the front cover so as to avoid that eye contact with him again. I could see a cheeky glint in his eyes and I'd learnt from experience what that meant, trouble. I wasn't ready to get myself back into a situation like that again.

My eyes shot to the front as I heard the room erupt into wolf whistles, the girls at the front giggling and whispering to each other, I rolled my eyes at them, how embarrassing.

Then I realised what all the fuss was about and my heart almost stopped beating, thudding against my chest at an alarming rate. How is this even possible? How the fuck could he be a professor? Surely he's not old enough. Oh fuck.

I sank lower in my chair, willing the ground to just swallow me up or maybe if I got low enough I would escape his notice. No such luck, his eyes scanned the class and when they fell on mine, his face lit up with anger? No not anger. A hunger. His eyes scanned my body, falling over my hair and down to my cleavage. I felt hot under his gaze, was I blushing? Sweating? Oh god, I've never wished for class to be over so much in my life.

My professor was the guy I'd been shamelessly flirting with in the coffee shop. I don't understand how this could be real, I know I wanted to bump into him again but this is such a cruel twist of fate. I'd never even suspected him to be a professor, he was so damn thick and muscly. The clothes he wore were so stylish and he looked way too young to be a professor. He must be so embarrassed that he'd been flirting with a student, I definitely was embarrassed that I'd been flirting with a professor.

I was so panicked, I didn't have a clue what to do in this situation. Squirming in my seat, trying to look anywhere but at the Professor but I could feel his eyes on me as he prepared for the class to start. People were still whispering amongst themselves and I risked a glance in his direction, that made me bite on to my lip to stop myself from screeching. His eyes were still on me, subtly glancing up from the pile of paper he'd just taken out of his bag, his eyebrows furrowed as he studied me. He certainly didn't look embarrassed infact he looked downright feral and the thought of it made my pussy clench, so much so I had to cross my legs under the table.

"I guess you're obsessed with this new Professor too, huh?" The guy next to me leant across his desk to whisper and fuck me if I wasn't imagining it but he was Australian too. Like have we just suddenly had a huge delivery of hot Australian guys arrive at the University? This was just downright unfair, how was I meant to cope?

"No, what makes you say that?" Why did I ask that question? Like it wasn't obvious how much I was sweating and squirming in my seat. Luckily he didn't have time to answer when my eyes were drawn back to the professor as he stood at the front of the class with his hands casually in his pockets and cleared his throat to get our attention.

If I wasn't mistaken, now he looked angry, the muscles in his neck more prominent as he glared between me and the guy next to me.

Was he angry that my attention had been taken away from him and was on another guy? Or because we were talking when we should've been paying attention?

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." That sexy accent makes me sweat even more, nevermind the fact that his eyes keep finding their way back to me. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." His eyes meet mine again, a knowing look in them.

"G'day mate." Some idiot from the back shouted, making everyone laugh and I couldn't help but join in a little. Professor Hemsworth smiled at the joke, his eyes creasing in the corners and his smile growing wider when he looked to me and saw me giggling.

"Yeah, very original. Alright, alight, settle down now." His voice is so commanding and authoritive, it's such a turn on. "So, I haven't been here for very long and I'm still getting used to how different things are here. The weather for one." He earned a couple of laughs from people. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, he was so mesmerizing. The way his face animated as he spoke, his eyebrows raising and lips curling.

"I was going to ask you all to go easy on me but that's not going to happen is it?" He got a couple of head shakes and sympathetic looks from the girls. "No, I thought not. Well now it's my turn to torture you. I'll start alphabetically, stand up and tell everyone something about yourself." I swallowed back my fear, this is the reason I'd put off this class until now and as if it wasn't hard enough talking in front of a whole class I now had to do it in front of Professor Hemsworth too.

"Claire Abbott." Fuck. He'd started, at least my name would be one of the last ones.

"Hi I'm Claire." The tall blonde at the front stood up, twirling her hair around her finger and giggling like a child. I rolled my eyes at her and caught the Professor smirk in my direction. "I erm… I don't know what to say?" She looks up at the Professor questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind." He replied.

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I rolled my eyes again, scoffing quietly and Professor Hemsworth had to hold in a laugh as he looked in my direction.

"Talk about predictable." The guy next to me leaned over to whisper to me again.

"Totally." I laughed back at him and when I looked back at the Professor he was glaring straight at us again, his face set sternly.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" Professor Hemsworth said sternly, everyone turned around to look at us but I barely noticed, I was too focused on the way his stern voice made my cunt flutter when he called me out.

I didn't speak for the rest of the class, although I had the urge to, just to hear the way his voice sounded when he was angry. I couldn't concentrate on what the other students were saying, too focused on watching the way the Professor's face changed everytime he looked my way, which was pretty often, to my suprise.

"Jake Hudson." In my peripheral, I saw the guy next to me stand and when he did, Professor Hemsworth's eyes narrowed.

"Hi I'm Jake." He pushed his hands in to his pockets cooly, glancing at me as he did. "I'm also from Australia." He looked at the professor slyly, a smirk forming on his lips, laughing at the other students shouting G'day mate. "I was forced to move here but I'm glad I did because I've just met the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The class burst into rounds of whistles and cheers as Jake sat down, smiling at me cockily. I could feel my cheeks blushing, I was flattered, he was absolutely gorgeous but hadn't I sworn of boys my own age?

Professor Hemsworth looked even more angry now as he loosened his tie a little, that black tie that draws my view down, like a arrow pointing straight to his cock. I tried to keep my eyes down on my desk, doodling in my notebook so I could avoid that hungry gaze, anxiously waiting for my turn. What the hell was I going to say?

"Jessica Watson." Shit. I stood slowly, trying to give myself more time to think, I couldn't stand everyone's eyes being on me especially the Professors and Jakes.

"Hey, I'm Jessica." I smiled nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." I looked away from the chalk board so I could search Professor Hemsworth's face. "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." I sat down keeping the gaze of the professor, I'd forgotten I was in a room full of people until I heard the ooh's and ahh's and my cheeks turned scarlet. The Professor's eyes glowed with heat as he watched me sit down before shaking his head and turning back to the class. Jake also caught my eye as I sat back at my desk, my cheeks still burning, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that crinkles your eyes. I felt kind of bad that he probably thought I was talking about him when in fact I was talking about our professor.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." He looked at me again. "Some of you, not so much." He raised his eyebrows at a group of guys. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." His eyes scanned me as he turned around to sit at his desk, I watched a couple of girls approach him predictably.

"Are you going to the party at our frat this weekend?" I had to reluctantly pull my eyes away from the Professor while Jake spoke, so he was a Alpha Kappa, not surprising really.

"Yeah, I think so. My roommate mentioned it."

"Oh good, I'll see you there then. Jessica." He smiled, standing from his seat.

"Jess." I corrected him. I hated being called Jessica, it was so formal.

"Well Jess, I'll see you around." He winked at me as he pulled his backpack on to his shoulder.

There were still a couple of girls taking up the Professor's attention and I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted to sneak past or wait to speak to him. I thought about it for a minute my fingertips drumming against my desk when the girls left and he was alone. As soon as the door closed, his gaze was on me and I could hear the silence in the room like a ringing in my ears. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, staring at each other, no one saying a word until her cleared his throat. I blinked a couple of times, realising how stupid I must look before getting up from my seat and packing my things away.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I could hear amusement in his voice as he sat back on his desk casually, his arms folded across his chest.

"I erm…" I walked towards him, my legs feeling like jelly all of sudden and trying not to fall down the stairs. "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I didn't know what to do with myself but I was nervous about getting closer to him. He made the atmosphere feel tense, like if I was to reach out and touch him I would burn my fingers so I stood awkwardly at the bottom of the steps.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" He cocked his eyebrow at me, still looking amused as he watched me squirm. When he said he'd been hoping to bump into me again it made me feel more confident, like I wasn't imagining the way he'd been looking at me for the last hour.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." I smiled at him as I finally closed the distance between us, watching his eyes flare with hunger when I called him Professor.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" His eyes narrowed, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as I got close enough to touch him, I didn't though. I didn't dare break that boundary, not yet.

I smiled at him through my lashes, biting on to my lip. "I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." Wow! I was not expecting that, did I sound like a slut? Shit. I looked back up at him and caught him gulp, that hunger in his eyes shining, his pupils blown with lust, he loosened his tie even more and I caught a glimpse of his smooth chest and chickened out. The tension was way too much and I was about to do something I was going to regret, I could live with being a huge tease instead.

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" I smiled to myself when I noticed the muscles in his jaw tense as he ground his teeth together. Turning to leave I looked back over my shoulder and his eyes were glued to my hips, watching them sway as I walked and I realised I had him exactly where I wanted him but was it worth the risk?

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captainsherlockwinchester110283 · 6 years

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A little Downey

A possible Robert Downey Junior x oc series depending on feedback from this one-shot/part 1

Tags: @theearlymorningmist @erikphantomskellington @maroongoon @loki-laufey-son-blog @markusstraya @inumorph

It was an ordinary day for Robert and Tom, they were in Miami (where Avengers 4 was being filmed) and they were meeting up the cast for lunch at a restaurant called “La Carreta” on eight street, otherwise known as calle ocho to the Miami natives. Robert, taking on dad mode, was driving while Tom was facetiming Hemsworth. "We should be there soon, about ten more minutes." "Tell Robert to hurry up, we are all hungry and waiting for you guys." The Australian voice echoed through the cars Bluetooth system while on the phone, he revealed the majority of the cast sitting in the Cuban restaurant. The British actor was tapping on Roberts' shoulder to get his attention. "Tom, if I look away from the road I'm going to crash. The driving here is absolutely crazy." "One second!" "Nope." The elder man kept his eyes focused on the road, mumbling about reckless drivers. "Please." "FINE!" Robert turned his head and looked at the phone. "That honestly looks ama....." A loud thud followed by a scream of pain filled the air caused Robert to slam on the brakes and throw his arm out to protect Tom from hitting the dashboard. "Shit!" Once the car came to a stop, Robert lept from his seat and out into the road to see who he hit. The sun, shining hard, and the humidity factored in made it seem as if it was a thousand degrees. As he walked to the front of the black Jeep Wrangler, his vision was greeted with a teenage girl unconscious, on the ground, and with scrapes on her body. Her long dark brown hair was a tangled mess on the ground, her arms were scratched, bloodied and bruised. Next to her were a pair of shattered glasses and attached to her body was an Iron Man themed messenger bag, with its contents spilled across her body. "TOM! CALL AN AMBULANCE!" "What happened?" The young actor exited the car and peered at the scene before him. "Oh, God." As Tom called the ambulance, Downey checked for a pulse or any sign of life. Much to his relief, there was a pulse and the mystery teen was breathing. "She's breathing!" He called out to Holland as he held his jacket above her to block out the sun from her face. The goateed man crouched down closer to the girl and started to talk to her. "I'm sorry I hit you with my car, I truly am. Please stay alive, you can do this." Guilt and tears flooded the man's system when he got no response. "They are on the way, the responder said about ten minutes and don't move her since she may have internal injuries." Mentioning internal injuries made anxiety and adrenaline flow through Downey's veins. "Call one of the Chris's preferably Hemsworth, to pick you up. I'm going to stay with her. Tell them what happened and that I won't be joining them for lunch." His deep brown eyes flicked back to the girl. When Tom started to call Chris, Downey whispered to himself. "I'm going to throw away his phone, I swear to god!" It wasn't long before the ambulance arrived and carried the teen to the hospital. Robert was close behind and followed them to the hospital. In the hospital, Robert sat in a chair next to a bed with his phone in hand, texting his wife of the events that had transpired. The mystery girl on the bed was identified as Hannah Rodriguez, an orphan whose mom died when she was twelve and whose father was never in the picture. 'Susan, I want to take care of her hospital bill. I mean, I hit her with a car for Christ sake!' Before he could see her reply, some motion out of the corner of his eye. Hannah was stirring from her sleep and started to move. Slowly she opened her eyes and then quickly shut them due to the brightness of the lights. "Why is it so bright?" Hannah's voice was small, soft and full of pain. "Don't worry, I got it." The actor rose from his seat and reached for one of the light switches. "How are you feeling?" "Like I got hit by a truck." Robert sat back down and told her the events that went down. "So, you're the one who hit me?" "Sorry about that." Hannah just shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Quick question though, by any chance have you seen my glasses?" Once again a pang of guilt flooded Rob, "They were wrecked when I hit you. I promise to buy you a new pair and take care of the hospital bill." "Thank's, another quick question who are you? I can't see well, to begin with, and everything is blurrier than usual." Rober got closer to the girl and revealed his identity. "I'm Robert Downey Junior." "As in Iron man?" He stood up and walked to where the nurses left some bottled water for Hannah."The one and only." "I'll believe it when I see it." Robert let out a small chuckle at the tan girl's comment. "Even if you are the real RDJ, aren't you supposed to be filming in Atlanta?" Opening the bottle, he handed it to her, which she took with shaky hands. "I figured you might want some water and we are filming the majority of the movie in Miami." Sitting back down in his chair, he crossed his left foot over his right. "So miss Hannah, tell me about yourself"

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maealbert · 5 years

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The Liaison S1 Finale // Suspended

NEW!

AU Characters: Team x OC (Lucy De Luca) A/N: The season finale has come! The Liaison Master List

tag list: @literallyreid @idkbutspencer @literallyprentissstwin @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @cynbx @tenaciousarcadeexpert @rawritsmolly @dontshootmespence @princesswagger15 @drspencerreider @illegalcerebral @marvelfanlife @rt8815 @punkpenguin2019 @extremeobsessions101

Lucy groaned loudly as she got off the couch and started heading for her bedroom. “Don’t you walk away from me!” Emily shouts as she follows after her.

“Well too bad! I am!”

“Lucy!”

“It was a mistake, Emily! Would you just drop it!”

“No, I will NOT drop it! You shot your husband!”

“I panicked! What are you going to do? Demote me like you did Luke?”

“Hey!” Emily says pointing her finger at Lucy. “He didn’t panic, you did. There’s a difference.”

Lucy’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out. “I have to go.”

“It’s not eleven o’clock yet.”

“Yeah well, Barnes is requesting my presence,” Lucy says grabbing her raincoat out of her closet. “So start looking for a new liaison, because I think I might be losing my job.” She adds before leaving the house.

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“Lucy, so nice to see you.” Barnes says letting Lucy inside her office. “I’m glad you could make it in on your day off.”

“Uh yeah,” Lucy clears her throat as she sits down. “I’m going to safely assume that this has something to do with the incident in Boston?”

“Yes,” Barnes says as she sits down at her desk. “I haven’t talked to Prentiss yet about this, I wanted to get your side of the story so I had a better understanding on how it all went down.”

“Right,” Lucy says shifting in her chair. “Of course.. Well..”

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“You’ve got to be kidding me..” Lucy says as she looks up at the sign hanging above a corn maze.

“You go left, I’ll go right.” Spencer says as he pulls out his flashlight. “Keep your light on.”

Lucy nods her head and starts walking down the left path of the maze. She pulled up the map on her phone to see Garcia was still tracking Spencer, Lucy and the suspect. Taking the next right in the maze, she could see the suspect heading towards Spencer. Suddenly her phone screen black. “What the hell?” She whispers as she tries her phone on again. The battery icon flashes red on the screen before going black again. “Dammit…” It was just fully charged when they had arrived at the maze. A gunshot echoed in the air. “Spencer?” Lucy speaks through her walkie talkie, but only static noise she received back. “Spencer?” Still no answer.

She started to hear footsteps heading in her direction. Her heart started racing, panic setting in. Her phone wasn’t working, she wasn’t getting a response from Spencer through her walkie, and there’s a gunshot. She didn’t know who fired, she didn’t know who was coming towards her. The gun shook in her hands.

As the footsteps came closer to her, she saw a shadow cross over the cornstalks. She saw the shape of a gun but couldn’t make out what the shape was. Is it Spencer? Is it the unsub? She couldn’t tell. Soon the shadow took a different turn. ‘Oh great..’ She thought. Suddenly she felt arms wrapping around her, a hand covering her mouth. She struggled to free herself from the person. Elbowing the person in their torso, she fell to the ground, her gun skidding away from her. Crawling across the dirt ground, she grabbed hold of her gun and aimed it at the person, her finger pulling back in the trigger. Falling on the ground, the person held onto to their shoulder and groaning in pain. Lucy crawled over to the person when she saw that it was Spencer.

“Oh my god… No.. Spencer! Spencer, no no no stay with me! I’m so sorry!”

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“You didn’t know that it was your husband?”

“Nothing about this person screamed Spencer. He didn’t speak, I couldn’t recognize anything that would’ve told me that it was just Spencer…” Lucy looked down at her lap, her eyes glazing over with tears. “I didn’t realise he wasn’t wearing his typical converse that he wears every day… I thought he was Lionel..”

“You shot your husband…” Barnes said. She paused for a while before leaning forward on her desk. “Is everything okay at home?”

Lucy’s head shot up. “Excuse me?” She questions. “Are you implying that I purposely shot my husband?”

“I’m just making sure that everything is okay at home, with your marriage, the kids.”

“Everything is fine, Barnes. Spencer and I are perfect.”

“Even if things weren’t fine, that doesn’t give me a reason to shoot my husband,” Lucy shakes her head as she leans forward on her knees. “I was panicking. My phone was dead, I wasn’t getting signal through the walkies, and my flashlight was dead. I couldn’t see anything. I panic easily when I can’t see the foreseeable. Can I go home now?”

Barnes nods her head. “But I met with the Director. He sees you as a great agent, however. Just like you, we have to follow protocol. You may keep your badge and gun, but you’re suspended until further notice.”

“What?”

“The Director is requesting that you and Spencer attend marriage counseling.”

“Oh my god..”

“So he is suspended too?”

Barnes shakes her head. “He didn’t shoot his spouse.”

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“You’re awake.” Lucy says as she leans on the threshold of Spencer’s hospital room. Emily says her goodbye before exiting the room. Lucy walked over to the bed and sat in the chair, pulling it closer to the bed. “Did Emily fill you in?”

Spencer nods his head. “Which I find completely bogus… I mean.. Marriage counseling?”

“Barnes idea..” Lucy says. “She thinks I shot you because we were having problems at home.”

“But we were not.” Spencer says. “I deserved it though. I didn’t speak when I should have. You thought it was Lionel.”

“Yes and yes.” Lucy says.

“Do you know when I get out of here?”

“Doctor says in a few hours. He’s just getting your PT sign ups finished and your discharge papers written up… Did Emily tell you anything else beside the marriage counseling?”

Spencer shook his head. “Was there something else?”

Lucy nods her head. “Barnes met with the Director… He’s suspending me until further notice.”

“Wait, what?” Spencer says sitting up in the bed.

“Yeah…. I don’t know why I’m suspended though.. But at least I get to spend time with the kids.”

“And me?”

“No, you’re still working.” Lucy says leaning back in the chair.

A knock comes on the door and Julianne walks in. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Lucy asks as Julianne walks over to the bed.

“Well I was, obviously. It’s four o’clock. Emily picked me up.”

“Oh gosh,” Lucy sighs rubbing her forehead. “I’m so sorry. I meant to message Garcia to pick you up but I caught up in a meeting that it slipped my mind.”

“It’s cool. I, uh, I actually have something to ask you,” Julianne says as she sits at the end of the hospital bed. “I was wondering if I could out to the movies with a boy from my history class.”

“Like, you and him? Alone?”

“No!” Julianne exclaims shaking her head. “I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to go to the movies alone with a boy, so I was able to get a group together to go… Can I?”

Lucy looks at Spencer. “Fine..” He says.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Julianne says as she hugs both of her parents.

“Yes, but..” Spencer says. “Your mother will be dropping you off and picking you up.”

“Wha--why?” Julianne says sitting back down. “We were all going to ride in Milly’s mom’s van. She was going to drop us off and pick us up.”

“Either your mother drops you off and picks you up or you don’t go at all.” Spencer says shrugging shoulders. “Simple as that.”

“Fine..” Julianne huffs.

“What movie are you all seeing?” Lucy asks.

“Do you remember the trailer that was on tv the other night? I sent you the video asking I could go see it? It has Chris Hemsworth in it.”

“Oh right,” Lucy says nodding her head. “His new action movie.”

“What’s the rating?” Spencer questions.

“P-13.” Julianne says. “There’s already been great reviews on it. Milly’s dad saw it with her brother last night and he said there wasn’t anything inappropriate in case that’s what you were going to ask next.”

“So where’s Viv?” Spencer asked.

“With Will and the boys,” Julianne said. “Michael got a new superhero action figure and he wanted to play Heroes and Princesses with Vivien.”

“Sounds about right.” Lucy says nodding her head. “Well I’m going to get this one home and pick up Vivien.”

“Don’t forget to pick me up in a few hours.”

“I won’t, I’ll pick you up after I drop off Julianne at the theater.” Lucy says as she bends down to give Spencer a kiss. “Get some rest while I’m gone.” She wraps her arm around Julianne’s shoulders as they exit the room. “Sorry again for forgetting to pick you up.”

“Is everything okay?” Julianne asks looking up at Lucy.

“Of course, why do you ask that?”

“The atmosphere felt a little tense when I walked in..”

“Let’s just say that I’ll be home a lot more than I used to.” Lucy says as she presses the elevator button.

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“Julianne, let’s go! You don’t want to be late!” Lucy calls upstairs to Julianne.

“Mommy, I can’t find my doll.” Vivien says as she comes running down the stairs.

“I’m not sure where you would’ve put it, honey,” Lucy says as she ruffles Vivien’s hair. “But we can look for it when we get back home from picking up your father.”

“I am ready, let’s go.” Julianne says as she comes walking down the stairs. She was dressed in a mini jean skirt, Lucy’s black thigh high heeled boots, and a cropped white sweater.

“Ohhh no,” Lucy says shaking her head. “Go change.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re thirteen. You’re not going out like that.”

“But Milly dresses like this.”

“Milly isn’t my daughter, you are,” Lucy says. “Now go put on some pants and wear different shoes.”

“But mom-”

“No buts, now go change.” Julianne groaned loudly as she stomped back up the stairs to her bedroom to change her clothes. Lucy looked over at Vivien who was looking back at her, one her eyebrows raised. Lucy shook her head. “Don’t do that or you’ll never leave the house.”

“At least I wear shorts under my skirts.” Vivien says as she skips over to the couch to wait for her sister to come back so they could finally leave.

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“Remember to text me when the movie’s over,” Lucy says as she parks the SUV in front of the theater.

“Okay, I will.”

“And if there’s an emergency, what’s the code word?”

“It’s a number and it’s 8-4-12-16.”

“Good. Now go have fun. I’ll see you tonight,” Lucy says leaning over to kiss Julianne’s forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Julianne responds as she climbs out of the SUV. She watches Julianne as she meets up with Milly at the entrance of the theater before driving away.

“So where’s Matt?” Julianne asks as the girls enter the theater.

“Should be any minute,” Milly says looking down at her watch. “He just texted Brad just before you got here saying he had to wait on his mother to finish getting ready for his date.”

“I’m here! I’m here!” Matt says as he runs through the doors and catching breath once he reached his three friends. “Sorry… My mother couldn’t choose an outfit for her date.”

“I still can’t believe your mother is already going out on dates,” Brad says rolling his eyes. “It’s been what? Six weeks since your parents got divorced?”

“You’re telling me,” Matt scoffs.

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“Dude, Chris was awesome in that movie!” Brad exclaims as the four of them exit the building.

“But he’s gotta stop taking his shirt off,” Matt says rolling his eyes. “Not everyone has a body like that.” Julianne and Milly both look each other, each rolling their eyes before running to catch up with Matt and Brad.

“Hey, did you text your mom?” Matt asks as they sit on the edge of the sidewalk.

“Yeah, she’ll be here in a few.” Julianne responds.

A van pulls up to the sidewalk and the four kids move away from it. The side doors slide open and two men and four men jump out. “Well what do we have here?” One of the men spoke as he approached Julianne.

“I think we picked the right girl.” The other spoke.

“Get away from her.” Brad says standing in front of Julianne.

The first man pushed Brad out of the way while the second one grabbed hold of Julianne. “Let go of me!”

“Get off of her!” Matt shouts before he shoved backwards.

“Milly!” Julianne shouts as she tosses her phone to Milly. “8-4-12-16!” She shouts again before the van door was slammed shut. Brad pulled out his phone and took photos of the van while Matt ran after it.

Coming to a red light, Lucy pulls out her phone after she felt it vibrate on her lap. Julianne: 8-4-12-16. Tossing her phone to the passenger seat, she flips down the visor and turns on the sirens and lights before speeding off to the movie theater. She came to an abrupt halt in front of the theater where the other three teens were standing. Jumping out of the SUV, she runs over to the teens while flashing her badge at the police officers. “What happened?” She asks.

“We were sitting on the sidewalk waiting for you to come get us when this van pulls up,” Milly starts to explain. “And two guys jump out and approach Julianne.”

“I tried to stop them…” Brad says.

“They said they picked the right girl and started taking her to the van,” Matt says. “She tossed her phone to Milly to text you these numbers before the van drove off.”

“She tried fighting back, but they were really big.” Milly says.

“I tried, Mrs. Reid. I really did try.” Brad said. “But I did manage to get photos of the van, if it helps.”

Lucy nods her head as she pulls out her phone. “Emily… It’s Julianne… She’s been abducted….”

I promise I won’t be like the CM writers and start with all of these cliffhangers.

If you liked this one than please be sure to leave it some feedback and some love!

See you all next month for Season 2!

Thank you! I love you! :)

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dramaqueeenamby · 3 years

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𝙎𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝗈𝖿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | Masterpost

Pairings: CEO!Chris Hemsworth x WOC!Stripper!OC

Rating: Mature

Type: Series

Taglist: Open [Send an ask to be added]

Status: Ongoing

Song Inspo: Seasons of Love by Rent Cast

Playlist: Coming Soon

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Billionaire and CEO Chris Hemsworth has always been a notorious ladies man, constantly photographed with different women, known in and out of the industry for being a playboy. However, being spotted with yet another woman while his company is working on a merger with a family owned corporation leaves him in a tight spot. Enter: Kaya Lopez, a twenty something college student by day and stripper by night. After she's photographed during her walk of shame from Chris's mansion, he tracks her down and propositions her. Pretend to be his girlfriend for the next few months with substantial, monetary, daily payment in return. Though Kaya detests Chris's arrogance and overall disposition, she agrees to the arrangement, also allowing sex to be included in the transaction. (She dislikes him, not the sex). It's relatively straightforward. At least, that's what Chris and Kaya expect. They soon realize that some things in life can't be accounted for, especially when feelings are involved. Especially during seasons of love.

Chapters 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

#chris hemsworth x woc!oc #chris hemsworth fandom #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth fanfiction #chris hemsworth x black!oc #chris hemsworth x black!reader

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babygirlofwakanda · 4 years

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A Time To Give Thanks | Chapter 1

CHARACTERS — Giselle X Chris Hemsworth

CONTENT — Pre-Thanksgiving Shenanigans, Family Ties, Soul Food, Tradition and Southern Hospitality

PLOT — The Hollywood couple and their children fly out to Giselle’s hometown for Thanksgiving this year.

NARRATIVE — The unstable rhythm of the sprinter van speeding over the pavement of the highway greeted Giselle on her journey back to her hometown; Austin.

With splotches of autumn’s color palette speeding past her window, Giselle struggled to capture the essence of the South knowing that she couldn’t come down here as much as she would like.

While the actress fought to inhale the raw scent of Texas in the compacted van, Giselle abruptly felt a rough texture brush against her acrylics before it’s rugged surface touched her smooth palm. Already knowing who’s hand it was the brown beauty let a smirk slowly settle into her face before flicking her chocolate orbs over to stare at the baby blue ones.

Watching the Aussie lift her palm up and ghost his damp lips over the pigmented surface, Giselle gazed up at Chris before she felt his lips press into her skin.

“—I love you.” She saw her husband mouth, before lowering his eyes and breaking their hands to adjust the position of their baby boy sleeping in Chris’s lap.

Slowly gushing at the precious scene, the actress brought her gaze back to the window and pressed her forehead to the glass before dozing off to the sight of the rural scenery and slow rocking.

With an hour and a half passing Giselle’s nap was interrupted by a few soft shakes from Chris, “Wake up baby, we’re here!” She heard the Aussie say, with excitement inflected in his voice. Annoyed at his lack of jet-lag Giselle envied his amount of energy while she sat up and stretched her body as she yawned.

Immediately recognizing the familiarity of her parent’s property she stepped down from the van and helped Chris retrieve their bags while their kids ran off to the front door and pressed on the doorbell; which was guaranteed to gain her parent’s attention.

—and within a couple of seconds, Giselle caught the visual of her mama and papa opening the door with wide arms and matching smiles in her peripheral.

“Wassup boy!” She heard her father greet Julian while scooping him into his arms. Grinning at their interaction, the actress turned around and grabbed her purse to tip the Lyft driver before she heard her parents walk down from the house. Smiling at both of her parents, the couple were welcomed inside of the warm embrace by Mama Janice and Papa Alex.

“—ah, welcome back honey.” Mama Janice whispered, into her oldest daughter’s ear while swaying her slowly before trading places with her husband; moving her to Chris. Closing her eyes at her father’s poignant scent of sandalwood, Giselle held onto her dad as they caught up and trailed to the house with the rest of the family following.

After parting from the family for a moment, the couple ascended up the stairs to drop their bags off into Giselle’s room while the kids stayed downstairs and played a notorious game of ‘what’s this and that’ with their grandparents. Flopping on the bed Giselle smothered her face with a pillow before letting out a long groan sending the Aussie into a fit of giggles.

“We’re not doing this, babe. Wake up!” The Aussie chuckled, before whipping his hand in the air to slap his wife’s ass while he walked by; putting his clothes into the dresser. “Nooo! Just come lay with me for a quick second.” Giselle whined, as she twisted to her side and stuck her hand out in a ‘grabby’ motion.

Throwing his head back in laughter Chris strolled over to the edge of the bed; flashing his renowned grin, “Just a sec.” before accepting his wife’s hand and plopping beside her. Grinning as she danced in her spot Giselle waited for Chris to get comfortable before getting closer to throw her leg over his torso.

Snuggling her head underneath his neck attempting to enthrall in her husband’s warmth Giselle kissed his skin, but within seconds she became more persistent and ignited a fire deep within her core. Catching his restricted moans trapped beneath his throat made Giselle upset as she frustratedly grunted before climbing ontop of her stern husband.

“Oh, c’mon Chris. You’re killin’ me.” The brown beauty whined, as Chris quit puckering his thin lips.

Slamming his hands ontop of her ass before gripping it, Chris abruptly flipped them and pinned her hands above her head. “Hey! We’re not playing this game.”

Quickly dimensioning his wife’s antics Chris continued, “Our family is downstairs and you’re trying to work me up— but that isn’t happening.”

“However, if you behave the rest of the day, I’ll see about it.” The Aussie recounted, once he saw a pout tugging on Giselle’s lips. “You better keep your word Christopher.” The actress sighed, making the actor briefly side eye her before releasing his grip to get back up and finish putting away his clothes.

Still trying to suppress her emotions Giselle started to close her eyes only for her mother to start yelling, “—GiGi and Chris!” instantly making the actress slam a pillow back over her face and roll over. Chuckling at her actions once more Chris tried to speak through his laugh but was quickly cut off by a loud engine.

Rumbling through the house from it’s extreme horsepower, Chris peeked through the blinds and spotted the 2019 white Jaguar outside. Smirking at the vehicle the actor looked at his wife dramatically laying face down before he spoke up. “—and look at you trying to start something when your brother just pulled up— come down and say hello GiGi.” Chris teased, using her childhood nickname before he dodged a flying pillow as he exited the room.

Dragging herself out of bed Giselle planted her feet on the plush carpet and walked towards her suitcase before opening it and digging for some fresh panties.

After replacing her underwear and splashing some cold water on her face she slumped downstairs and followed the obnoxiously loud voices. Rounding the corner into the kitchen Giselle immediately noticed the crisp fade and dimples imprinted into her baby brother’s skin as he laughed at their mom’s words.

“Quinton!” She yelled, before picking up her pace to embrace the six-foot man. “Aye! Wassup G.” Giselle heard her brother say before tossing his arm around her shoulders and leaning down to kiss her temple.

“What’s y’all in here talking bout’ huh?” The actress asked, pulling away as Quinton smacked his lips and shook his head. “Mama in here tryna talk to me bout’ grandkids as if you and Chris aren’t creating the bulk of them.” He shrugged, making his older sister pinch his ear while laughing before he smacked her hand.

“Besides, I’m out here tryna to enjoy everything swinging my way. What other way could I have it?”

Scoffing while she rolled her chocolate orbs, Giselle began to rebuttal, but was cut off by her dad entering the kitchen with Chris strolling right behind him.

“—boy, what did I tell your monkey ass bout’ speaking that way?” Papa Alex warned, before slapping Quinton upside his head. “Shoot, don’t worry Janice by the way this boy is talking you’ll be getting more grandkids.” Papa Alex assured, with a firm headnod before rubbing on his wife’s shoulders.

With a collective laugh echoing through the kitchen, the ringing of the doorbell calmed the family before they all walked towards the door with Giselle leading the way. After clicking the locks and stepping back the actress squealed as she saw her baby brother and sister-in-law, baby sister and niece; smiling.

Ushering them in Giselle exclaimed, “Ah! I’ve missed y’all!” while rocking her brother, Niel side to side before embracing her sister-in-law, Elianna.

“—and look at this belly!” The actress gasped, while she rubbed on Elianna’s nine month belly. “You look like you’re bout’ to pop any second. Oo, you need to get in the house and rest those feet!” She directed, with a wave as they walked into the living room.

After getting her sister-in-law settled, Giselle pivoted around to face her baby sister, Iris who was keeping an eye on her daughter, Mia who was trailing drops of drool on the carpet while she struggled to crawl towards her cousins playing with their toys.

“Aw, look at you baby sis! You’re growing up on us.” She cooed, as they both moved forward to embrace.

“Oh, I can’t lie. I’ve missed you, G.” The brown beauty heard her sister mumble before pulling back. Putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, Giselle flashed her a warm smile before moving to pick up her niece.

“—and look at this cutie getting bigger and bigger everytime I see her.” Giselle gushed, as she tickled her niece immediately making her laugh. Caught up playing with her niece while she chatted with her sister, it wasn’t long before Iris got pulled away.

However, while she stood to the side playing with Mia, Giselle felt her husband’s presence before she felt his hand clutch onto her waist before he joined her in entertaining their niece. While they tried their best to keep a gummy smile on Mia’s face, it wasn’t long before a blinding flash captured their attention.

“Alright, alright! Y’all get together real quick and act like you love eachother,” Mama Janice instructed, as she rounded a couch and swatted her hand around.

While Papa Alex crouched down into a stance with his iPhone between both of his hands, Mama Janice stood next to him and wrapped her arms around her husband’s waist. Watching everyone move in unison she beamed brightly as her children lined up from oldest to youngest; Giselle, Niel, Quinton and Iris.

As tears lined her eyes, Mama Janice sniffled and pulled away from her husband before echoing a clap through the living room; breaking up the sentimental moment and gaining everyone’s attention before she spoke, “Alright now, it time for us to get to cooking!”

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The sound of the green beans bubbling from the deep pot over the stove followed by the provoking smell of the glazed ham escaping the oven filled the house. With the women preparing the food, the men cracked opened a couple of beers and bonded over a game of pool while Elliana relaxed in the living room and chaperoned the children who stared wide-eyed at the tv showing the Live-Action Lion King.

Located in the nucleus of it all, stood Giselle over a cutting board as faint sounds echoed around her.

Flexing the knife in her hand, the actress sliced the skin from the sweet potato and placed the vegetable into a bowl before repeating the action. While Giselle worked on the sweet potato pies, Mama Janice tried to focus on crafting the Brown’s special family mac & cheese but was constantly stopped by Iris’s whining.

“—c’mon mama! Just lemme help out Giselle with the pies or start on the dressing.” Iris complained, instantly making Giselle and Janice both exclaim, “No!” causing Iris drop a fork back into the sink.

Hearing her youngest sister smack her lips and frown, Giselle joined her mother in laughter. “Girl, now you know you can’t cook— shit you can’t even make koolaid for God’s sake!” The actress struggled to say, before she let her laugh interrupt her speech.

“Aye! Stop all that cussin’ in my house.” Mama Janice scolded, with a grin across her face as she walked over and pinched Giselle’s side. “Now, your sister does have a point Iris. Do you remember last year when I let you cook the dressing? Sweetheart..”

“—it had no flavor! Had the dressing tasting like Chris made it.” Giselle cackled, making her hunch over and hold her belly. “Which is why I thought dishes and stirring the pot sufficed this year.”

“Aw, honey. Cooking just isn’t in your favor and that’s okay, but I tell you what— you can always bring the styrofoam plates and drinks like your brothers.”

Caressing Iris’s face while she talked, Mama Janice flashed Iris a comforting look before returning to her dish. Leaving Giselle giggling to herself, she saw Iris mugging her before slowly pivoting back to the sink.

As time elapsed and the majority of the main dishes were either marinating or sizzling in the oven; the three women took the time to chat and unwind.

“—she’s starting say little words here and there and it’s just the cutest thing— here lemme show y’all.” Iris cooed, as she pulled out her phone and gushed over short clips of baby Mia.

After watching a couple of videos of Mia babbling, Giselle slowly dropped her smile and exhaled as she sat back and raised the large glass of wine to her lips.

“Now, what’s the matter with you? Y’know I thought you would be waddling around here just like Elianna.”

Turning her attention towards her mother Giselle lightly shrugged before speaking up, “I don’t know, I’ve been in such a weird space lately— I mean y’all know how I am about wanting to space my kids out, but I guess not being pregnant is effecting me.”

Interrupting her speech with a sip of Chardonnay, Giselle twisted her mouth around before dropping her eyes to the quartz countertop. “I thought I was ready to continue my life and career without having another baby, but I guess not y’know? This is the one time where I have everything lined up— the children are happy and thriving, my film schedule is booked and very much busy until 2022, and Chris is home and understanding of my decision, but I just feel stagnant; almost like I’m missing something.”

“I just ugh— I don’t know if this is really what I want. I thought I wanted to be in control of my life but God sure knows how to laugh at my plans.” The actress weakly joked, before finishing off her white wine.

“Well— um, maybe Mia and I can come visit you soon, I’m sure she’ll cure your baby fever right up.” Giselle heard her baby sister suggest, bringing the lighthearted air back into the conversation making Giselle bring her eyes up and send her a smirk while nodding her head. Watching her daughters discuss plans for Iris’s next trip to Giselle’s, Mama Janice kept her squinted eyes on her oldest daughter.

Taking notice of the fullness of her chin, slight swelling of her nose, but overall newfound radiant complexion made Mama Janice abruptly quirk her eyebrow before laughing to herself at her daughter’s oblivion. Entertaining her kids conversation for a hot minute, she waited until the clock reached ten before she interrupted her daughters. “—well ladies it’s time for mama to go on and get her rest for the morning, make sure y’all turn off the stove and oven before y’all go to bed tonight.” Mama Janice instructed.

Nodding their heads they both said their ‘goodbyes’, “Don’t stay up to late y’all,” Mama Janice advised as rounded the table and kissed their foreheads, “—and I’ll take this.” She said, snatching Giselle’s glass and bottle of wine before waltzing out of the kitchen.

“Mama took my Chardonnay.” Giselle whined, with a pout on her lips leaving Iris giggling and slightly tipsy.

“—well, cheers.” Iris announced, with her glass raised high into the air before chugging the rest of her wine.

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While Giselle and Iris continued to catch up as they supervised the green beans, time elapsed to eleven o’clock which sent Papa Alex to join his wife upstairs; immediately causing the men to disperse throughout the house. With Neil, Quinton and Chris barging into the kitchen it wasn’t long before the Aussie started yawning and headed upstairs after relieving a tired Elliana; leaving the kids following behind him and Neil and Quinton at the table with their sisters.

“—we’ll your the one who almost gave daddy a heart attack when you brought Chris home, remember?”

Smacking Iris’s arm the brown beauty scoffed, “GiGi had mama hoopin’ and dad hollerin’.” She heard Niel added, making Quinton topple over in laughter.

“—and now they can’t get enough of eachother,” Giselle included, “plus my babies helped ease their relationship. Now, dad talks to Chris more than me!”

“Oo, don’t even talk about babies around me!” Niel rasped, before throwing back his shot of tequila and slamming down the glass. “Elliana has had me on my toes for the last three weeks and I can’t take this shit anymore; can she hurry and have the baby already?!”

Twisting their lips around, Giselle and Iris flashed their brother a look a sympathy while Quinton licked his fingers and smacked on the leftover buffalo wings from dinner. Cutting her eyes at Quinton, Giselle tried to help ease Niel’s mind. “Trust me I know all too well what Elianna is going through, but all you gotta do is continue to support her. There’s are drastic changes happening to her body and mind as the due date approaches, you just gotta keep being patient.”

“—Elianna needs your support as much as possible right now and despite her protests just knowing that your around will do more than any of your words will; you’re going to be fine.” Giselle reassured, while she leaned over and pulled her brother into a side hug.

“Now, did you ask daddy or Chris for advice?”, “Yea, and you already know dad said what he could from twenty-something years ago— from Iris’s age.” He snapped out, as he remembered his little sister’s name quickly making her drop her grin and mug.

“—but Chris actually told me something similar from what’chu said.” He admitted, as he bumped into her making Giselle beam before dropping her eyes.

“Aw, y’all look at GiGi tryna blush. Now y’know we too black for allat!” Quinton taunted, “Look, don’t start with me, Q. You needa find somebody to make your dumbass smile.” Giselle rebutted. “Right! What happened to what’s-her-face from last year? Ion’ see her running behind you no more.” Iris asked, with a smile pulling her lips as she poorly hid her urge to laugh. “Man, ain’t nobody studyin’ Mya ol’ ass.”

Switching the conversation from Quinton’s love life to his bubbling career in Hollywood, he excitedly told his family the amount scripts emailed to his manager as the series finale of How To Get Away With Murder approached. With congratulations following his news the celebration continued as Iris admitted to starting the process to her second hair salon and boutique in Houston after the relaunching of her online website.

While congratulatory shots and food were shared amongst the siblings, sleep began to call Giselle’s name after she turned off the stove and oven.

After departing from her brothers and sisters with a ‘goodbye’ Giselle went upstairs and turned to go into her bedroom before pivoting around as the faint, but familiar New Orleans styled theme music resounded from the children’s room. Approaching the bedroom Giselle paused at the adorable sight of her husband slumped in a chair cradling Mia as they both slept.

Noticing her three little ones knocked out in the bunk beds as she walked deeper into the bedroom, Giselle grabbed the remote and turned off The Princess and the Frog before she went to grab Mia only for Chris to wake up and clutch tightly onto her small frame.

Laughing at his reflexes, “—hey, relax Chris. I’m taking baby Mia back to her mama. Now go to the bedroom and get in the bed; you’re tired babe.” She advised, while sliding her niece out of his arms and into her own before she returned Mia back to Iris.

Stopping back at the kid’s room Giselle climbed up the bunk beds to adjust their wild positions and give them their goodnight kiss before she returned to her bedroom. Instantly hearing the rush of water coming from the bathroom caused an immediate grin to play on the lips of the brown beauty as she stripped out of her clothing and sauntered to the shower. Seeing the silhouette of her husband’s body behind the frosted glass, Giselle licked her lips and cursed, “Damn.” before she pulled on the handle to step inside.

With an abrupt thrust of cool air filling the shower, Giselle’s arrival quickly caught the attention of her husband. Watching Chris turn around, the actress held a flustered expression as she timidly dragged her gaze from her husband’s dangling manhood.

“—y’know something told me that you’d be joining me.” The Aussie smirked, while strolling away from the shower head and towards his wife; backing her into the wall. With his eyelids lowered from lust and organ spasming upward in need, Chris rushed up on Giselle and cradled the side of her face before his lips met hers. Refusing to gain access to her tongue, the actor started to lower his wet kisses. While he licked his way across her clavicle, Chris began to hear his wife’s moans increase before she rasped, “Fuck!”

Leaning down until he was eyelevel to her breasts, Chris caressed her solid tits and sucked on her dark brown nipples before he dropped down to his knees.

Kissing past her belly button, the Aussie nipped his way down until he reached the bottom of her pelvis.

Clutching onto her hip with his left hand, Chris rested his other around her left ankle before he slowly draped it over his shoulder. Witnessing the intimate spread of her sticky folds caused the actor to lick his lips and flick his eyes up to meet his wife’s lowered ones before he gave her a smile and dived in.

Instantly sending her head back with a soft thump, the Aussie continued to bring his wife to the brim of the sweetest joy until the wee hours of the morning.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Giselle and Chris are back, again! I just wanted to show Giselle’s family dynamic and do a little somethin’ somethin’ for Thanksgiving 😌 anyways, part two is coming in a couple of days!

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