#daniel you are NOT tuff...

[nerdolapodre]

aahhhhhhh the orb oh no

[manariee]

GLAD ? ───── a 西村 力 series

AVAIA ───── 8 years. 8 years since you had a proper conversation with nishimura rki. it wasn't like you hated him or something, you both grew up, grew distant. so what happens once one small conversation between the two school crushes is captured and spread onto the school twitter account ?

FEATURING ───── y/n (fem!reader), riki, all of enha, danielle (njz), daniela and lara (katseye), sooin (meovv), ricky (zb1) + more could be added or some could be removed

GENRE ───── childhood friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine (ish), fluff, crack

WARNINGS ───── cursing, kms / kys jokes, skinship, kissing, blood, mention of smoking + more to be added

TAGLIST ───── OPEN ! (comment on this post or send a ask to be added !)

GLAD TAGLIST: @bussolares @luvjjung @lovenha7 @jessxxxfwd @prttygrl-world @rikiimuraaa @vrikisn @lakoya @tasnemluvs @yunkizzz @sumzysworld @amatabelle @jungwonbropls @won1yoiz @ourshin @sojumimi @heartheejake @selenaxnguyen-blog @nikismyprincesses @nocturnebite @lovuegi @wonzzziezzzz @blvengene @jiamini @defnotsanni @starniras @planetmarlowe @hrtkis @snowprincehoon @mrsjjongstby @lonelylandofan @kikixdia

lovliezᡣ𐭩 (PERM TAGLIST): @chrrific @saemisic @heeaara @ltfirecracker @woniefication @lezleeferguson-120 @rikifever @chaeneu @jjennuine @callikari @yuuuraaa @wondoras @bambisnc

PROFILES: hot girls (+ricky) TUFF BOYS🔥

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[ghostbsuter]

Water drips down in the corner, the steady dop drop drop— does wonders for the bat.

Batman has been taken, tied up, and undressed of his utility belt. It takes him a second to figure out who took him, by the large but empty and run down warehouse, the sound of the shore not far away.

The docks. He shuffles, bound and comm off.

Then, the steel enforced door slams open and Joker enters.

"Batsy!" He calls, overjoyed. The man walks to the bound vigilante and crouches to his height.

"It's been so long, hasn't it been?"

The vigilante grunts. "Joker."

"Today will be different." He goes on, "today, we have," the crime Prince drums his fingers on Batman's thigh. "A guest!"

He freezes at that, Joker has a civilian.

(Oracle sends out the message, her voice firm, and the coords are shared to the rest of the clan in seconds as she looks at her monitor. Batman's red dot at the harbour bright.)

"I'm a guest now?" The voice of a child asks, it brings slight confusion that the boy wasn't tied nor harmed in any way.

It's relief that he seems okay, but the danger of standing next to the Joker has Batman wiggling in his restrains.

"Is that a promotion or demotion for son?"

A brief look of annoyance enters Joker before being smoothed out, the boy is dealing with a delicate time bomb. Uncomfortably close to the madman.

(He hurries in the process of breaking free.)

"My son! My blood!" Sings the clown, throwing his hands around the boy's shoulders and prancing around.

Which brings another question.

Son?

Cool lighting hits the boy's head and the tuffs of pink, blue and green become more obvious, hidden beneath black hair previously.

Joker and Harley have a child. A son.

He will visit harley later. The boy comes first.

"Dante! Danyal! Daniel?" Joker croons, shaking the boy. "What was it again?" He stops, turning his son toward him with a grin.

(Robin drops down behind him, hiding, katana ready to be swung.)

"Danny, actually," the child— Danny– shrugs off the hands and steps back. Unflinching from the judging stare, simply waving off the hands creeping to his throat.

"Danny," the name is tested, and the Prince of Crime hums to himself. "We can always replace it as Joker Jr! It fits you better than Danny."

(Red Robin and Spoiler get on position above them, ready to pounce from the construction pillars.)

"Yeah, I don't know about that." He chuckles nervous, catching Batman's eyes and—

His eyes alone scream of fear, scared– scared—!!

"We will get you an acid flower, a new suit as well, the hoodie looks horrible on you." The man notes, humming.

"I prefer hammers." Danny replies with tense shoulders.

Joker clicks his tongue, "You always went after your mother." he hisses, outright glaring at his son now. His hand tightened around the crowbar he'd gathered not long ago.

"I mean," he hesitates, eye trailing off the Joker and over his shoulder. "I did come out of her."

The sound of a loaded gun shatters the silence, and Joker is pulling Danny, switching their positions and pushing him right in front of the gun in Red Hood's hand.

"Always a coward, hiding behind others, aren't you." Danny stops himself from squealing. That's the Red Hood!

(Escrima sticks light up with electricity as Red Hood speaks.)

Joker is ticked off, party ruined and surrounded now that he looks around.

Oh well, he can get his son on his villain path another day.

Cackling, he evades the escrimas, dodging the wonder boy and evading the twin attacks from above.

He pulls out a trigger and presses the bright red Button.

"Have fun bats and birds!"

The warehouse is completely flooded with fear gas, scarecrow wouldn't be mad he sacrificed one of his warehouses, will he?

It's all blurry. In one moment, his view is shrouded, and he's coughing. In another, he gets picked up and brought outside, the Joker gone.

An oxygen mask is placed on him by a paramedic, being handed off to an ambulance that had been called.

Peeking around, he sees Red Hood (!) still lingering around. Danny catches his eye and with a wave, the man is walking towards him.

He simply crosses his arms and tilts his head, waiting.

"Could I get a picture?" Danny blurts out, flushing after and coughing, holding the oxygen mask in his lap.

Red Hood makes a show of his shoulder sagging before crouching down and leaning toward him.

Later, Danny will look at the picture with a boyish grin, crooked and charming.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

A continuation

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

Expanding on the hybrid handler reader (I've always loved thos concept from when @safetycar-restart put it in my head a year ago) so maybe reader starts out as one of the older drivers handlers, like lewis (panther?) And reader ends up also acting as the handler to all of lewis' teammates over the years, so nico, valtteri, and George all start semi-regularly coming to lewis' motor home for you to take care of them (preening for bird hybrids, getting pets, grooming, etc.)(I think valtteri is a bird hybrid)(that man rizzed Tiffany up by doing a mating dance) anyway, Toto gets kinda tired of it, and organizes for you to have your own motor home so all his former drivers aren't barging in all the time, and maybe this happens about early 2022, and it spreads around the Grid like Wildfire. Valtteri is bringing Zhou, George is bringing Lando and Alex, who are then bringing Max and Daniel and on and on, and eventually, you end up with every teams schedules each week so that you can care for everyone whenever you can.

Flash forward to 2025, the Grid is changing a lot this year, there are many new rookies and new reserve drivers that you want to get close with, so your entire preseason is filled with cuddling with all the rookies, with Ollie, Kimi, Jack and Liam vouching for you and joining the cuddle piles on a technicality

At this point your motorhome has also grown to a full on hubrid haven, you have every type of shampoo, but only the ones that the hybrids on the grid like, you have durable, and safe blankets, and toys galore, and some nights instead of going to their own hotels, some drivers just stay with you in your motor home. To make sure you don't get lonely, of course. No other reason.

During the season a lot of the times your focus is probably on drivers who dnf, or just have an unusually bad race (think charles in vegas) so sadly Logan, Zhou, Franco, Checco, and Valtteri in 2024 spent a lot of time in big cuddle piles in your motor home

For Otter!Franco, to prevent him from pulling out tuffs of fur, you have a box of anti-skin picking fidget toys, that can keep him occupied for hours. Get him comfy, and give him one of those and a few cuddle buddies, and you're all good

I think Golden Retreiver!Logan would be the reason your motorhome is always overrun with blankets. His reaction to everything is making a den, so whenever he dnfs, you know there will be a den with you and him in it, facing the TV to cheer everyone else on.

Cat!Zhou would probably try to throw himself into trying to fix the car, and improve for the next race, so it takes a bit of effort to get him to relax, but especially if you have Logan with you, eventually you can herd him into a nice, warm, bed, for him to nap his troubles away

2024 was also the year of drama, so, so much drama, and sadly, some of that would end up leaking into your motorhome. You tried as best as you could to keep it drama free, and the drivers mostly respected that, just opting to not cuddle with certain people, but sometimes, tensions got too high. The best was you'd found to deal with drama was to make the two arguing cuddle. How did Max and Lando forgive eachother post Austria so fast? Well, during interviews they were still so high on adrenaline they barely knew what they were saying. An hour after, they had come down from their highs and were cuddling together, purring. Especially impressive if you don't think Lando is a cat hybrid. Oscar and Lando in Hungary? Simple, you have to get back to Monaco somehow, so mandated McDonald's, Monopaly, and Cuddle pile on the plane. Those two are, at the very least platonically, soulmates, they aren't about to hold a grudge that long. Especially not while you are watching. Charles and Carlos? That one took a bit more time because Charles wanted to party his feelings away with max, but rest assured that the following morning he was dragged to breakfast-in-cuddle-pile-where-you-talk-your-feelings-out with you and carlos. You gotta supervise. Can never be to careful.

Vinnie what have you done to me this is more than I write for some of my own fics.

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i. 🦕 this is amazing i love it???

(notes: this is very long. and also possible more intimate with reader than you intended but it's not sexual intimacy and it's not necessarily romantic either so. read however you like!)

when you first start working as a hybrid handler, you're only assigned to take care of lewis

with him being a panther hybrid, there were a fair few handlers who wouldn't/couldn't work with him

and then comes you. fresh out of training, probably no more than 20 years old when you start with lewis at mercedes

you're not as experienced as some other handlers he's had in the past, but lewis learns very quickly that that isn't much of a hindrance for you

you listen

don't get him wrong, his other handlers had been fine, but they'd all been fairly rigid in terms of how they'd work with a hybrid

you? you asked lewis what worked best for him. how he liked to do things.

when lewis told you that he didn't really know, you told him it was okay and that you could find out what worked together

if he said he didn't trust you immediately after that, he was lying

it takes a while for lewis to show affection but you are undoubtedly his favourite handler

the first person he brings to you is arctic fox!nico

you see him and it's immediately clear that his handler—however well intended—has no idea what they're doing

his fur is dull and uneven, with several patches of tangles

you get lewis set up with his own care routine (including vegan snacks carefully planned by a special dietician you found to make sure lewis was getting all the nutrients he needed as a big cat hybrid)

and then you start with nico

who is shocked at how gentle you are? his handler wasn't rough or abusive or anything, but they tended to just tug at whatever fur got tangled

but you sit him on the floor with lewis and just quietly get to work teasing apart the knots in his tail

you have special hybrid detangler in your emergency kit

you'd never needed it with lewis because of how short his panther fur was, but you had on occasion used human detangler when lewis asked you to help with his hair

anyway

nico feels a little awkward about chatting with lewis while you work on him, but it doesn't take long before they're talking and laughing

he doesn't even notice when you're done because he barely felt a single tug the whole time

you just sit back and wait for a natural break in their conversation to tell nico you'd like to take a look at his ears and claws to make sure they're okay, but you understand they're a sensitive place for a lot of hybrids so it's completely fine if he'd rather not have you touch them

nico just blinks. looks at lewis. looks at you. looks at lewis. and when he sees that a) you're serious and b) lewis is still totally relaxed and even mentions that you check his panther ears and file his claws all the time without issue, nico will shyly agree to let you do it

it's a little harder for him to focus on talking to lewis when you're checking his ears, checking his claws, and his heart is pounding

once you're sure he doesn't have any immediate health issues, you mention that you could give him a few places to look for better care products for hybrids (like brushes, shampoo, conditioner, etc) and nico just. he doesn't know how lewis ended up with such a perfect handler

needless to say, he ends up visiting you pretty frequently too

you're sure you couldn't count the number of times you'd ended up as the center of their cuddle piles

or the number of times you'd broken up little bickers between them

the visits drop off a little in frequency in 2016

when nico does drop by, it's only when he knows lewis isn't there

at first, you're able to get them to talk through their battles on track and reconcile

but that doesn't last for too long

before you know it, they're both playing psychological warfare with each other

the only thing they both know is over the line is you. lewis wouldn't stop nico from visiting you. nico wouldn't try to poach you from lewis. neither of them brought you up at all in their interviews

you took care of them, they would never drag you into the middle of their elaborate break up

ironically this is roughly when you start getting visits from bunny!seb, peacock!jenson, and lynx!kimi

they're much shorter because you definitely have your hands full with brocedes

but 2016 is when they start kinda catching on that you're easily the best handler in the paddock

meanwhile, you're still trying to stop a complete breakdown between lewis and nico. you've given up on trying to get them to stay friend, but you refuse to have them not be able to be civil

after nico retires, he still drops in to see you every now and then

he does go to you for advice if his kids are hybrids too

(they always love whatever you give them)

in 2017, you start working with flamingo!valtteri as well

you kinda love his flare

definitely arguing with mercedes about giving him longer than 1 year contracts

anytime he and lewis are both with you, expect a lot of laughter

from them or from you

they're very goofy together, you will end up laughing at them a few times

you teach val how to not hyper-extend his knees like his flamingo side wants to

he's quite surprised that standing isn't supposed to be uncomfortable

2017 is when you get your own motorhome, separate from mercedes because toto gets tired of nico constantly asking him for keys and directions

at this point, you're still kind of mercedes secret? except that seb, jenson, and kimi are all interested

jenson ends up hanging out with you a lot because mclaren doesn't really need a reserve driver all that often

when you offer to help him preen some of his peacock feathers during a race, jenson finds out just why lewis and valtteri and even nico are just about always with you in the paddock

he blabs to seb and kimi, and ... well, in 2016 you had two hybrids, in 2017 you have six

breaks between races consist of you doing lots of research and shopping to make sure you have everything you could possibly need for each of the six hybrids you accidentally acquired

lewis is fairly low maintenance after you get his routine settled, but he still chooses to hang out with you pretty often

he and nico definitely ended up buying you an apartment in their building in monaco at some point

for the most, you stay out of the public eye in the paddock

sometimes you'll walk around with lewis or valtteri, especially if they don't have media duties

mostly you just hang out either in your special hybrid-friendly motorhome or in the mercedes garage

there's a pretty well-established rule in mercedes that if the door of your motorhome is closed, you do not go in. you don't knock unless it's an emergency. you leave the hybrids alone to have their decompression time

at that point ferrari/mclaren don't think to look with you when they can't find their drivers

so kimi frequently ends up hiding in your motorhome when he's fed up with media duties

the next time you get a new hybrid driver is 2019

seb brings bunny!charles because he's new to ferrari and just so jittery that he knows you can help him settle down

you help charles find a comfortable way to tape down his ears during races

and help him unwrap and massage them again afterwards

he sends bunny!arthur to you to get you to help with his ears too

fast forward to 2022, your collection of hybrids explodes. you're not entirely why the rest of the grid decided that year was the year to join, but they do

you were expecting to have george, and you half-expected him to bring alex with him

but you weren't expecting lance (who brought esteban and mick)

or pierre (and yuki)

or lando or guanyu or max or kmag or ... you could go on

before you know it, you're getting calls from every team on the grid asking you to handle their hybrid drivers

you checked with lewis first of course, and he was fine as long as he still got taken care of

at this point you're pretty used to juggling several drivers and several schedules

kimi, jenson, and nico still drop in whenever they can to "stock up" on hybrid care

anyway, each hybrid driver gets at least an hour allocated to them every race weekend

any free time you have is usually whoever wants to hanging out in your motorhome

it's a nice break from the pressure of the paddock for them

you're the best mediator, too

no matter what spat happens in the car, you'll have the drivers involved both cuddling up to you and talking normally within the hour

it's not a perfect science of course

but you're also pretty good at telling when a driver just needs time and space to work through their emotions before they can reconcile

2024 was ... hectic, to say the least

for starters, your motorhome was pretty much a permanent den because that was golden retriever!logan's instinct whenever he was sad

even after williams dropped him, he'd travel with you just to curl up in his den with you

bonus if he gets to have oscar join in afterwards

after austria, everybody was tense

even george and oscar and charles

they wanted to celebrate their podiums with you

but they knew max and lando needed handling more than they did

it took you several hours to get them sorted out again

and then you could celebrate with the others

and hungary was a shitshow, but at least oscar and lando were pretty happy to accept that it was the team's screw up and not theirs

by the time 2025 rolled around you’ve barely managed to recover from the previous season and you still regularly fall asleep whenever you get a moment to yourself

but with six new rookies on the grid, you couldn’t exactly slack off

getting them comfortable with you was surprisingly easy

for the most part they were basically just overeager puppies

you had no idea what was in store but you were sure there’d be equal parts comforting and congratulating drivers

you met liam, ollie, and jack briefly when they were in the paddock last season, but this was their first year in your official hybrid collection

you still didn’t really know how it had gotten this big

it was supposed to just be lewis

whatever happened to that??

[starrz-n-waffl3-fries]

I haven’t written this scene yet because I’m not at that yet story wise- but can you just imagine with me for a second how fucking insane it must’ve been for Tucker to go through Daniel’s house and find a fucking missing child that not only is blind but also has been gone for weeks or months- AND like everything else that Daniel just has for no reason-😭😭

I feel like if I was Tucker, I would probably have night terrors about that for weeks- grandpa Tucker tuff tho don’t worry guys🙂‍↕️

[unreone]

Art Fight 2024

STARDUST Agent UNR30N3, Reporting for Duty

FIRST WEEK:

Blueprint Preparations — Sketch out the concepts for charas; came up with ideas; choose which wip to commit or scrap for next year

Wait and Prowl — Assess both sea dwellers and friendly lasers that targets the crew of mah ship

Massive Chara Inclusion Selection — Scout for active agents to choose for the mass attack

CAUTION!!!

Some of the arts below the cut contains cartoon gore and elements that might disturb you.

You may proceed with this knowledge.

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Attacks Receivedth:

SNIPPY!!

By OCandada

Remark: Awwww heccc yeeez, first attacc of the yearrrr!!! My scissor rat boii looks so adorb and meek here, almost harmless! (just the way he would like you to believe hue hueee) It's frimkin cute to see him like this, I ain't even threathened by his scissor blade bwuhagagsbs. Thanks a bunch for this mate!!!!

The Happy Hills Killers

By ZillyCat

Remarks: Looks like Amora did not head to the right direction after all hyuackc huyckyc ycuuhxk (ill see myself out-) THIS IS FRIMKIN NEAT!!!! Just gurlzzzz slayinnn like they mean it. Literally. They slayed. Many corpses went unfound. The way that Sparkly is smiling, unfazed and that Mori is so proud of herself really makes this! OML this is a delight, I ain't even mad. Ames definitely snoop to close to get there ahaifhxjkx-

Buzzsaw

By Vilke

Remarks:

BRUV- WHAT-

THIS IS AWESUUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!!!!

Fricking crayon stuffed in breadsticks, this is not just eye candy. It's the whole confectionery!!!! It's soo cool to see Sketchy despite literally being halved. The clutter of sketches around them is fun to zoom into. This cursed oracle is beyond the concept of pain and suffering, look at death straight in the eyes and smiled wide. Sure, the pain not really getting to them is a lie, but it ain't gonna bring their jive down!

This is really well-done, thanks a bunch for making this one!

Run Like Your Existence Depended on It

By @zeddye

Remarks: THE MOST PATHETIC CRITTER KNOWN TO MANNNNNNN RUNNING YET ONCE MOREEEEE. When will this damn badger ever learn that Resustance IS fuccimg futile omlll. I adore the action lines for the bg, there even seems to be a skull formation right behind Dodger. It's soooooo funni he thinks he really can escape outta this one alive bwhshsvs. Great frimkin job as always mate!

BIG ART

By OCandada

Remarks: AYYYYYYYYYY, this is neaaaat!!!! A bunch of coolio quirky misfits altogether. This makes me smile so frimkin damn much!

Cheeky Rodent

By Cosmo

Remarks: Ayyyyy snipper snoppers!!!!!!! In Cosmo's artstyle!!!!!! What a glorious time to be alive!!!! Such attitude, this is definitely the face he makes when you say what kind of cut you wanna have at his barber shop. Is internally passing judgement? What does he mean when he said that is a choice you'd obviously made??? How can one infer from his monotonous tone his true intentions? Ahh all that will never be answered. He got that smayl tho

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snip snip

By @pierrotlunaire08

Remarks: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! This is (onfg MY COMPULSIONS DEMAND i MUST SAY IT-) bloody awesum! The way you render fur and blood here is cuttingly good. I guess, Snippy wants to stay sharp else he'd be on edge. The shading really seams everything together-

Seriously tho, this is fricking great and I'm still put in shear awe whenever I re-realize that I received this bit.

Rufforth Attack

By @shoups32

Remarks: PURE FRICKING DELIGHTFUL- It's really cool how ye made Rufforth here exude gentleness and sweetness, leaning to a friendly air. This tol puppet doggo may be a bit broken but still approachable as everrrr oml!

Dodger the Badger

By Daaniell3

Remarks: YOOOOOO WE GOT DODGER IN DANIEL'S ASSET ARRANGEMENT ARTSTYLE BEFORE GTA V LEZGOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! It tickles my eye sockets to see funky ear tuffs AND tail variant for him here. Adding to that is his silly frightful expressions. Oh to imagine him being put in situations. Def for the sake of plot and character evolution and not my entertainment. WbUha.

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That concludes my report! I'll keep y'all posted for future updates.

[elliot-rambles]

salutations

Soda was tired, it was just after lunch and he was missing Danny. Something about her pretty icy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair tied up into a long gray bow was just sodas type of girl.

it was around two a clock. Soda was running his fingers in his hair tryin to look tuff.

The gas station door rang and soda looked up.

He Blushed

“D-Danny?” he got from out of the counter, walking towards danny. “Hi~” danny said, drunk. “it’s so goo-“ he stopped himself. “How many.?” “One.” Danny said, oddly straight forward. “Uhh huh.” Soda said, not trusting her.

A few minutes later, danny chimed in to keep the conversation going. “Skipping math.” Soda started at her. “Risky move.” He chimed in. “Oh come on, you would to.” Soda sighed, putting stuff away behind the shelf. “Yea. I guess.”

They sat in silence for a while, soda putting this away and danny drinking soda she bought at school.

but something felt off. Danny missing her second to last math class before school ended and soda not having anyone else in the store besides them.

“Sodapop.”

soda turned around and started at her. “Danielle.”

“Wanna kiss?” Soda opened his mouth in confusion, but turned it into a smirk. Danny went behind the counter and grabbed sodas chin. “So?” She said, staring into his eyes. Soda giggled, unknowingly what to do. Danny pinned him against the wall, Sodas hands on her hips. Danny leaned in closer and finally.

Sodapop Curtis and Danielle Winston sharing their first kiss.

PERIOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[stringzzzzzz]

“June 12, 1967”

finished my math homework so now I get to treat myself

Soda was tired, it was just after lunch and he was missing Danny. Something about her pretty icy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair tied up into a long gray bow was just sodas type of girl.

it was around two a clock. Soda was running his fingers in his hair tryin to look tuff.

The gas station door rang and soda looked up.

He Blushed

“D-Danny?” he got from out of the counter, walking towards danny. “Hi~” danny said, drunk. “it’s so goo-“ he stopped himself. “How many.?” “One.” Danny said, oddly straight forward. “Uhh huh.” Soda said, not trusting her.

A few minutes later, danny chimed in to keep the conversation going. “Skipping math.” Soda started at her. “Risky move.” He chimed in. “Oh come on, you would to.” Soda sighed, putting stuff away behind the shelf. “Yea. I guess.”

They sat in silence for a while, soda putting this away and danny drinking soda she bought at school.

but something felt off. Danny missing her second to last math class before school ended and soda not having anyone else in the store besides them.

“Sodapop.”

soda turned around and started at her. “Danielle.”

“Wanna kiss?” Soda opened his mouth in confusion, but turned it into a smirk. Danny went behind the counter and grabbed sodas chin. “So?” She said, staring into his eyes. Soda giggled, unknowingly what to do. Danny pinned him against the wall, Sodas hands on her hips. Danny leaned in closer and finally.

Sodapop Curtis and Danielle Winston sharing their first kiss.

the end :3

[bharatindiansarepsycho]

We’d like to express our deepest disgust against the Australian dept health esp w.a nsw qld, they are liars frauds insulting poisonous evil and do things contrary to humanity, ie exploiting mental health eg after learning what they can do as nurses quacks and security and police , bend it an entrap people indeed just lie to kidnap poison ruin the reputation of regular normal people of the public. It could be anything eg a person who complains about sex abuse of a police man / woman (under pretence of scoring smack or pot off them) to a jealous pig quack shrink of family member of eg of a photographer, to stop them. Doing it , so they can overrun them -even though they are unqualified in most / many ways.

They will call you paranoid - lock you up manipulate all and anything. Lets give these people capital punishment now like fabricant Stella Rihanna mcneil max pam kev ballentine norm Leslie mike oshaughness Danielle brandt marie anne larissa and dad judge italians in australia , straight out aussies , aus abos, spicks, mediterranean peoples like greeks / Libyans etc. 

There end goal is getting you outta the way, stealing your shit/stuff, take it off you! All under pretences like I’m an Aussie youre not - you may have worked 24/7 for 20 yrs but we’re gonna take it off ya , and tuff shit. - like neville Colin gray, australian government esp under John award , rudd,abbott,gillard, morrison, albanese, obama,bush,blair, etc, these people are the police (aus nz usa security and health dept as mentioned like dr nurse mental health exploiters and liars) we must get all monies paid to them back off them over their entire lifetime and put up for capital punishment! Eg David Slater jeniffer Justin simon lawton lins Robert Nina Phillip kovacevic sis of si lawton n mum n dads , pc gavin walshe,edith cowan uni 1997-2006 uwa like prof Ian dadour forensics, pc wallace,adelaide police,airlie police, cairns librarians, wilson security, hospital sec, asians,bungs, nz,maoris,moores,dickersons,mphersons, giles, blacks , honks etc canberrans, Sydneysiders,auklanders, germans cities, crown solicitors shaz victims support, small claims lawyers , work cover chechians brandt, richards price hill cooke clarke George karpathokis katriana Leon alman tafewa tafefnq ndis ndia disabilty centrelink,ces, dhss, pakis,bharat indians, arshad omari,ira,robyn quin, curtin ,murdoch,edith, dadour Ian, jap kor,taiwanes hk,brisbane police,st vincents hospital Sydney, ste doyle psychiatrists,psychologists, silvia ratsch,siobahn stewart sanderson centacarfnq, catholice, h dealers pot heas, boongs,maoris, Laura, dole,dhss,ashraf,london met,ambos, paramedics canberrans, perth police, princess dianas hospital fremantle, freo police,adelaide police sa, nsw police, Sydney hospital a and e , freo a and e, brisbane  rbwh hospital and a and e and all their doctors nurses and workers like cleaners and porters. Kerry davison , Jane phillips of thorpe and edmonton, gw bush, usa cia yabks, can swe den nor, pam, max and wife a nurse - wierdo sex abusing pedders nr phoenix shops perth. Lucas, Dave, christadelphians,spaw, pace, cairns hospital north cairns mental health sheffield nurse bath shrink in cairns goel fabio ballestro etc 

By Joe bloggs annette Buckingham David lester-smith and Paul lester-smith and mum

[hydrangealora]

Earth’s Verdant Dreamers

A thumping in the upper left side of my chest awoke me from whatever dream I was having. Shiva stared down at me, approvingly, like the God she is. Or maybe I’m projecting. Even when she came to me as a kitten, I saw her. I saw who she was. She was so much larger than herself. Grey fluffy fur with white tuffs as a neck scarf and frilly paw socks. When I brought her home, she pounced and scurried around the sparse studio apartment. Her first prey, a giant dust bunny in the kitchen corner.

“Hello, goddess”, I say as she brings her nose close to my face, sniffing me as, she checks my vitals, one of her whiskers wispily grazes my cheek as she turns and departs. She heads back to her nightly cat business in the kitchen. She does this every night. They’ll be a dead bug or two, left out for me in the morning.

I live alone. No I don’t. I live with my medical pet, not with a human being, like so many others. So there is no person to tell, “The coffee pot’s ready!” or to ask, “Can you hand me the earl grey from the cabinet?” I stopped dating when the bone contortions had gotten too bad.

None of them were connections worth keeping anyway. If they could be called that. “Connections?” As I reach for my own tea box from the cabinet above the stove, I’m remembering a first date at a coffee shop. His name was Daniel. He had dark curly hair and light eyes, and for any given reason I did not think to inquire, his pupils were perpetually dilated. He

was nice, a high school principal. We talked about our jobs and the weather a bit and that was that. As he explained the intricacies of being a school principle versus any other public school administrator, I stirred cream into my tea, and let my mind wonder. What was his height? How easily would he have reached my box of earl grey? How resilient were his mitochondrial vitamin D receptors? How susceptive are his biotin and calcium intake? How much is left of his family line’s national vitamin and oxygen allotments? My mind continues to trail away into my favorite Haiku by an unknown author.

Sunlight's golden brush. Caresses blades, awakens

Earth's verdant dreamers

I’m sure if I had let things advance to a second date, he’d have questions for me as well. He’d be curious about my genetic DNA as well. I feel the same prick in my belly now as I did then. He’d deem me incompatible, just as I had already deemed him. So I just stopped wasting everyone’s time. Was it even connection we were both looking for anyway? Is genetic reparative coupling a form of connection? A way of connecting? I plop the box down on the counter and yank a mug off the dish rack, shaking my head and my thoughts away. I glanced at Shiva napping in her favorite sunlit spot, beside the ficus plant. Shade and sun swathed over her. I’m immediately recomposed.

Our national scientists tell us that the collective weakening of human DNA is directly related to the decreasing amount of oxygen our plant life produces. So we have our national allotments of houseplants and vitamins. The year 2054, marked the beginning of The Great Compression. Atmospheric oxygen levels had been notably decreasing since the 1970s, however 2054 marked the first time in history where the percentage of breath afflicted in the U.S. outnumbered the percentage of non breath afflicted. Our nation was unprepared for the implications this statistic detailed. However, the president and other important figureheads were becoming afllicted despite already having been regularly provided and treated with the purest oxygen, due senior age status. Bipartisan legislation was enacted speedily and seamlessly. Lumber harvesting was immediately halted and outlawed. The cattle farming industry was curbed indefinitely. That all occurred the year I was born, 50 years ago.

Although, I am a professor of Renaissance History, most of my lectures of late tend to take a turn into science class somehow. For instance, today. I was expounding upon the theory of Environmental Determinism and its effect on the European population at the end of the Black Death and thereafter.

“Environmental Determinism makes the claim that geological and ecological factors contribute and have contributed to a civilization’s government, traditions, and other institutions. If stretched a bit further, this same theory can be applied to the plague. The Black Death created a particular biological environment that caused changes in society such as the reduction in urban population, by way of those who could afford to relocate to the countryside, the implementation of a public sewage system, and ….”

One of the students raised her hand. She wore a blue sweater, and her hair in a high chignon, a nation pin securing its twists of locks. The metal glinted under the ceiling lights as she spoke,

“Professor Kieran, if I may interrupt!”

She didn’t wait for my permission.

“Don’t you agree that…” She continued after taking a quick, yet deep gasp of air, “Darwin’s Theory of Evolution would be more fitting towards the points you are making regarding the Black Death’s effect on European society as a whole?” She asked the question as if she was more so making a declarative statement.

I cocked my head, struggling with my shoulders a little, “That would be a valid point Ms. Jones, But the Theory of Evolution is a scientific one, not a historical theory. This is a history class after all.”

She looked a bit confused for a moment, while the rest of the class seemed as if they were becoming restless. She held her stylus up to her lips for a second, shot a glance at me, jotted something down onto her note taking device, and let out the faintest, “Hmmmm”, being careful not to expend more breath than necessary.

I, understanding that the exchange was over, walked back, albeit laboriously so, towards the smart board in order to input today’s end of class notes.

“But Professor, Kieran.” I recognized the voice. It was Ms. Jones again, but she sounded like someone else. Something else. More feeble and yet all at once, stronger, more secure, as if her courage was coming out on the tail end of her words. I hadn’t intended to cut her short, to dismiss her. Although I have to admit, that I knew that that’s what I had done. And I was just glad and relieved to have been over and done with it. I’m tired. So very tired. I am exhausted. We

all are. Or shouldn’t we all be? Somehow, she wasn’t. I could hear every time she quickly and sharply grasped for air, with every statement she saw fit to make. Does she not understand the concept of futility? I almost pitied her. However, I found myself respecting her instead.

Respect? What was that, again? A recognition of something I once valued, but had nearly completely forgotten about.

I finished inputting my notes, and sank backwards into my chair, letting it receive all the weight of me, and my disheveled bones, and heavy breathing. I looked up ahead at Ms. Jones, and nodded my head for her to continue.

“Professor, Kieran. It is my opinion that history and science are not separate, but often intertwine.”

I was intrigued. Or at least, I think I did the best I could to be. I gave Ms. Jones a weak smile, waved my hand in the air, and replied, “Go on”.

[apoptoses]

Have you ever been reading Devil’s Minion and thinking to yourself, “damn, I just can’t nail down a face for Daniel”? Have you watched Interview with the Vampire and felt like neither Christian Slater nor River Phoenix hit the mark for you?

Allow me to introduce you to James fucking Spader.

Look at him! Is that not the face of Daniel, completely fed up with Armand feeding his cigarettes down the garbage disposal?

He’s got the naive and beautiful face but ALSO the defiant yet beseeching thing down! Also he was like 22 here, which is right around the age Daniel met Armand so he’s at peak Healthy, Pretty Molloy here. No wonder Louis decided to take him home!!

“Do you know what a zip code is, or a tax bracket? I’m the one who buys all the goddamned airline tickets. Millions. How are we going to get millions! Steal another Maserati and be done with it, for God’s sakes!”

Spader is the original 80′s pretty boy you’d assume starred as the leading man in some schmoopy romances or schlocky teen dramas and he did that for a minute. Like check him out in Pretty in Pink-

 Is this not peak Night Island Daniel, in his Miami Vice looking bespoke suit ready to head out with Armand for the night?

Look at him snuggled into his blanket in Tuff Turf, like Daniel hungover and forcibly woken up to honky tonk piano tunes!

But the deliciousness doesn’t end at his looks. Because in true Molloy fashion that man said ‘you know what? I wanna make movies for freaks and weirdos only’

In Sex, Lies and Videotape he plays the sweetest pervert who loves interviewing women about their sex lives, video taping it, and then watching them back naked but not actually getting off! He’s impotent, he’s a gentle and lovely weirdo, there’s vampire!Daniel fodder for days in this one.

Crash is a horny flick that defies all explanation and really you need to go in blind if you’re gonna watch this one, but let me just say this: If Spader and his Wife in this film aren’t the most Daniel and Armand coded couple in cinema history I will eat my shoes. Also there’s tons of beautiful footage of him driving around at night with his blond hair ruffling in the breeze.

Your prefer your Daniel with glasses? Oh, perfect, because in Bad Influence he plays a sweet guy who gets into a fucked up situation with a toxic friend and a sex tape!

In Storyville he lets himself be thrown on the floor and lays there submissively before getting involved in yet another sex tape scandal!

Don’t even get me started on Dream Lover, another smut filled romp (with some filthy deleted scenes if you google the uncut version) which has the most Devil’s Minion promo photos of all time-

Like! Get the fuck out!

I could just go all day about his body of work but some of it you’ve just gotta see for yourself. In pretty much every film you’re guaranteed smut with him being deliciously submissive, extremely gentle with his hands, and down for all kinds of kink. And in most of his movies he gets bloody at least once, like-

this is a shitty picture i took of my laptop but look at the blood at the corner of his mouth! Vampire activities!

In summary, let me hit you with a photo dump:

Daniel laying in a cheap motel room during the chase years!

Daniel with delightful 70s hair!

More glasses!Daniel!

Daniel with a half-buttoned 80′s shirt looking so beautiful it’s no wonder Armand couldn’t NOT turn him!

It’s dark, he’s wet, he looks exhausted!

He’s the ideal beautiful Molloy Weirdo and I will not be accepting any other arguments, goodbye!!

[rndyounghowze]

Young Howze Theatre Awards 2023 Nominees

Our Award Show is March 26 at 5PM EST. If you see your name here please email us at rndyounghowze@gmail.com You can support our work by donating on Venmo @rndyounghowze. We are still looking for ASL interpreters! If you know of any service that could help please let us know!

Solo Awards

"All By Myself Award" For Solo Performer Of The Year

Megan Quick in “And Toto Too”

Anabell Ramirez in “Book of Sirens” 

Timothy Mooney in “Man Cave” 

“Flying Solo” For Solo Show Of The Year

“And Toto Too” by Megan Quick 

“Book of Sirens” by Pro English Theatre

“Man Cave” by Timothy Mooney 

 “Good Adoptee” by Suzanne Bachner

"Campfire Award" For Storyteller of The Year

Daniel Kinch in “Story of the Falling Don”

Erika Eileen Wade in “Da Rhythm Da Blues”

Mina Liccione in “Growing Up Ringside”

Mind-Blowing Awards

"Mind-Blowing Stage" For Stage Writing Of The Year

“Monsters of American Cinema” by Christian St. Croix

“La Race” by Bleu Beckford-Burell 

“Sherlock Holmes Valley Of Fear” by Nick Lane

“Lavender Men” by Roger Q Mason

“Whickams Christmas at Pemberley” by Lauren Gunderson and Margot Melcon

"Mind-Blowing Shortie" For Short Form Writing Of The Year 

“Wookiee in The Wilderness” by Marcus Scott

“By The Way” by Lisa Rosetta Strum

“Faulty Lock” by AJ Maryn 

“Waterlillies” by Christine Hillary Lee

"Mind-Blowing Devising" For Devised Production Of The Year 

“From Number to Name”

“Posthumous”

“Afterlife Job Fair”

“Artemisias Intent”

Artists Of The Year

"Extensions" For Movement Artist Of The Year

Mita Ghosal for “Selected Fabrics”

Alicia Diaz for “Puerto Rico y Richmond”

Lena Adele Wolf and Clemence Debaig for “Discordance”

"Action" Award For Film Director Of The Year

Thomas Cote in “Memories of Over Development”

Yannis Sainte-Rose in “Tuff Guy”

Olivier Sagne in “Lovena”

Iida Valme in “Mirage”

"Dress Up" Award For Costume Designer Of The Year

Wendell Carmichael in  “Lavender Men”

X Hill in “Cymbeline Project”

Gail Russell “Wickhams: Christmas At Pemberley” 

"Mix It Up" Award For Sound Designer Of The Year

Adrian Bridges in “Artemesia’s Intent”

Stepy Kamei in “One Bad Day”

Leonie Bell in “Arrow Of Time”

"Maestro Award" For Outstanding Musical Composition

Diana Oh for “The Cymbeline Project” 

Nathan Leigh for “POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

Maurice Soque Jr. for “Non Player Character” 

Director Of The Year

Taylor Reynolds in “La Race”

Lisa Scheps and Brian Cheslik in “Last Five Years”

Alex Borovenskiy in “Book Of Sirens” 

Nick Lane “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide”

Short Form Director Of The Year

Destiny Whitaker in “All Out Of Spoons”

Zhailon Levingston and Tracy Conyer Lee in “Fire This Time Festival 22”

Cayle Komara in “Waterlillies”

Creative Of The Year 

Christian St. Croix

Scarlett Kim

Roger Q. Mason

BIPOC Hero Award

TBA

“Magician” Award For Press Contact Of The Year

TBA

Shows/Festivals Of The Year

Festival Of The Year

“Fire This Time Festival”

“Frigid Fest”

“Talking It Out Fest”

"You Oughta Be In Pictures" For Film Of The Year

“Memories of Over Development” 

“Undine”

“Lovena”

"Billy Bard" For Digital Shakespeare Production Of The Year

“Rome-Oh No They Didn’t” 

“Romeo and Juliet” by Sister Shakes

“Breakneck Romeo and Juliet”

Show Of The Year

“Lavender Men”

“The Cymbeline Project”

“La Race”

“POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

"360" Award For VR Show of The Year

“Queerskins” Ark”

“Anakwad”

“Non Player Character”

“Discordance”

"Free Fall” Award For Immersive Production Of The Year

“Section 230”

“Posthumous”

“POV: You Are An AI Achieving Consciousness”

“Afterlife Job Fair”

"Grace Notes Award" For Musical Production Of The Year

“Non Player Character”

“Lizard Boy”

“The Last Five Years”

"Can You Hear Me Now" For Audio Production Of The Year

“You’ve Reached Justin” By Christian St. Croix

“One Bad Day” By Stepy Kamei 

“Arrow Of Time” By Allyson Dwyer

Performers Of The Year

"More Than Merely Players" Award For Outstanding Dramatic Performer Of The Year

Krissy Lemon in "The Last Five Years"   

Mariah Freda in "Artemesia's Intent" 

Susannah Perkins in "Arrow Of Time"

Ben Holbrook in "Arrow Of Time" 

Blake Kubena in "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" 

"Fools These Mortals Be" Award For Outstanding Comedic Performer

Imani Waweru in “Wickhams: Christmas at Pemberley”

Monique "Momo" Holt in “The Cymbeline Project”

Cristofer Jean in “The Cymbeline Project”

Stacey Sargeant in “La Race”

Melanie Leon in “Afterlife Job Fair”

"Capture" Award For VR Performer Of The Year

Debbie Deer in “VR Christmas Carol” 

Brendan Bradley in “Non-Player Character”

Lena Adele Wolf in “Discordance” 

[jrueships]

Seeing as there’s FIVE wizards fans on this app/the whole WORLD 😭 please talk about the wizards players even tho we know nothing about any of them 😭 I just need to make sure that I’m not the only person who knows and cares about this team 🥴

THE WHOLE WORLD HELP WJDBS but YES I will be the one to feed us. Since our broke ass team DOESNT WANT TO 😭😭 but let's get right to it!!! PT 1.... I CANT FIT ANYMORE IMAGES

Robin Lopez, # 15

- if he sees a mascot, it's on sight

- insane

- is actually a softie BUT DONT TELL ANYONE!!!

- likes snow <3

- fights his own shadow

- 7 feet.

- the wizards' personal adopted deranged hobo that russ is still struggling to teach manners to

Thomas Bryant, # 13

- a giant teddy bear (he is the one dancing above ^)

- will take any opportunity to ✨ d a n c e ✨

- rui's bestie!! And OG anunoby's college bestie!

- a very positive person. Happy practically 24/7. Says dumb motivational quotes randomly. A literal motivational cat poster as a human

- interacts with his community a lot!!! Loves his college

- a little stupid but doing his best!!! Likes to make people laugh!

Isaac Bonga, #17

- from Germany. originally signed to lakers as discount Giannis but lakers too impatient to wait for him to turn into discount giannis so he is a wizard now <3

- is a lot like giannis but 6'8 and more cringe

- looks like he is 100. Acts like he is ten

- learned English by watching memes. Could only reply to things via memes for a while. Cheesy humor fits in perfect with the wizards!!

- bought a really expensive modern house. Regrets it. Calls his teammates a lot because he is lonely and his house is big and scary

- wants to be a fuckboy so bad

- unironically quotes dead memes 24/7. Wizards unironically find it funny

Ishmael (Ish) Smith, #14

- milf

- his first Twitter post is about getting hacked (is not good with technology)

- the sweetest man. Will laugh at all your jokes. Takes rookies under his wings

- gives off youth pastor trying to be hip vibes

- a nerdier, dorkier version of lou will but the unstoppable hobo he has to control is Robin Lopez instead of pat bev

- will carry all the cool rocks you found at the beach for you even tho they are smelly and sandy

- just a pleasant man overall

Daniel Gafford, #21

- was/wanted to be in marching band but was so tall that he stuck out too much and ruined the lineup aesthetic so he couldn't be in marching band LMAO

- used to be on the bulls. Bulls regret trading him (king)

- blocked zion two times!!!!

- John collins but if he was a band kid instead of a military kid

- family man! Posts pics of his dogs and his kids and his wife more than pics of himself

- a little dumb. Listens to loud people

- from Arkansas. Sounds like he is from Arkansas

Chandler Hutchison, #1 (THE 1ST IMAGE ISNT HIM. THATS CALEB. I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED THE WRONG IMAGE IN MY GALLERY. BELOW IS HIM)

- very chill

- sees russ as a fashion model

- wants to be as fashionable as russ

- quietly wants to be cool

- a very routined kinda guy

- a big kinda texture guy with food!! Likes hot spicy puffy cheetos! Bradley gets them for him whenever he sees them because they're kinda rare

Rui Hachimura, 8

- bradley beal has made it his personal assignment to annoy this man 24/7 but rui is still unphased. Just very chill and cool

- anime lover. Reacts to all his fan art from Japan!

- afroasian, grew up as a mixed kid in Japan which was TUFF. People looked at him like he was an animal.

- but he still reps his hom! Very proud of his split heritage!!!

- loves his mom!!!!!

- one of the few actually cool people on the wizards LMAO

- brad embarrasses him everyday but rui supports him nonetheless

Deni avdija, #9

- from israel

- has a ton of supporters in israel

- they make up half the wizards comment section! It's really cute! They love him sm

- kinda quiet but actually funny

- shy

- went around to all the vets asking for advice

[iwannaholdyoutight-]

SUNLIGHT

Summary: Welcome to Mattina ed Estasi, an art gallery dedicated to show the art of seduction. This story is dedicated to the discover of true sex.

A/n: each day has a painting, please click on the link, likes and reblogged are love and if you come talk to me about it: I’ll love you forever. Please read end notes, it’s important

Find my masterlist HERE

Find the Pinterest page for this fic HERE

Somewhere in Italy, 1978…..

Day 1: Mattina ed Estasi https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Extasy/300907/4211239/view

Lavignia was going to have a syncope. She was sure of it. It was hot, hotter than any other summer she has ever lived in her 25 years of life upon this earth. Her pink loose dress was sticking like glue because of the heat and she was late for her first day at the new job.

Fucking amazing, right?

The bus was late and then she got lost because she should have turned right but she took a left and her Italian isn’t amazing enough to understand what the old lady was trying to explain her, she was speaking too fast and Lav was far too nervous to concentrate. 

But finally she saw the brick walls built in an elegant way. She saw the big stained glass with the mermaid. She had finally found Mattina ed Estasi, or “morning and ecstasy” in English. This is going to be her new job - new home- for at least the next 18 months (that was what the contract said, at least). 

Having graduated just a year ago from the University of Coimbrã with a major in arts and communication, Lavignia found herself without a job and without the possibility of asking for her folks to help since they didn’t want her to go to college at all (she had one job and that was to marry well…. and that’s clearly not what she did). 

But a friend of a friend told her one night about this gallery in Italy that needed someone to work there. This person had to speak English, to communicate with all of the tourist and had to know a lot about art. 

Thank god she knew both. 

Packing her bags, she dished her job at the bar and went to Italy on the morning train all the way from France. With all of her articles about art and the hope of a brand new start. 

Taking a deep breath she walked through the doors, coming face to face with a tall red head: “you must be Vanessa! Mrs. Lovelace told me you would be here. 

She was nervous, feeling short when standing side by side with this gorgeous woman. Her hair all messy from the wind and heat. But Vanessa, with a freckled face and very blue eyes, opened a smile and refused her hand shake, going for a hug. 

“Hello, Lavignia. Yes, Mrs. Lovelace has told me all about you, she seemed excited, she loved your article about the art movements as protest  against the military coups in Latin-America.” 

“I’m glad. And please, call me Lav” 

“Of course. Ready to begin our training?”

They started to walk around the gallery. An intimate space with golden artificial lights, a crew of men was working with all of the artwork for the new exposition: “Love and Sex”. 

“What do you know about our new work? I just need to know everything you were told so I can help you with the rest” 

“Well, I received a lot of books to study the theme on the last few days. Love and Sex is all about the the raw emotions of the human body, showing how much they are alike but also not so different. One complements the other but at the same time you can have sex without feeling in  love, and you can fall in love and not have sex.” She could feel the embarrassment from talking so much about this subject with someone she barely knows but since it was about art becomes more acceptable. 

“Yes. You are very correct. We are getting pieces from the renaissance era till the new paining by erotic artist Joan Semmel, our biggest conquest of this is actually her painting “Sunlight”, but Harry still has to bring that one”

“Nice. But who is Harry?” 

“Oh, didn’t Mrs. Lovelace told you about the owners of the shop?” 

Lavignia shook her head in a negative but said “only that she was one of them.”

“We have three owners. The first one is Jeannie Lovelace”  the one who interviewed Lavignia just 5 days before. She was around her late sixties, beautiful long silver hair and blue eyes. Very elegant lady always using nice bell pants and white shirts. “Well, first, never call her Mrs. Lovelace to her face, she doesn’t like being treated like she is elite, even if she is. Some people say that on her younger days she had an affair with Duke Elligton, can you imagine?” 

They laughed together, this beautiful old lady must have so much to tell if given the opportunity . 

“Anyway, she was the founding mother of this beautiful gallery. She never got married so her true love is art. She founded this gallery back in 1961 with the money she inherited from her father company back in the U.S”. 

“Nice. There is two others right?” She said while pointing to a board with the story of the gallery “This Harry you just told me about and Jesse right?” 

“Yes. Let me start with the worse: Jesse Fire. Firstly, I’m pretty sure that’s not his real name. He’s this elite lawyer and a jackass with everyone he doesn’t find worthy of his time. He only puts money on this gallery because it’s a good investment and makes him have a “intelectual image” for the tabloids. Don’t worry too much about him but if he ever appears just try to not talk to him, and you’ll be fine. He is on holiday and won’t return for another three months. And he lives in Rome, so even when he’s in the country he comes here only for big openings and our parties. We are all safe.” 

She opened a huge smile 

“Now, let’s talk about the last one: Harry. Do you happen to know H.E Styles?” 

“You mean the erotic poet and composer? The one people are always talking about his sexual escapades and charming ways” 

“That one. Well… that’s Harry. I mean, we all know Harry made his money with art and he likes to spend his money with more art. Shocking, right? He has the biggest collection of sensual masterpieces. From paintings to sculptures and even vintage sex toys: he has it all. Actually this exhibition was his idea. The main pieces will have a poem by him attached to it.” 

“And how many pieces are we hoping for?”

“Around 10. He’s going to write new poems for the main events, inspired by a few of the art pieces and will release a book at the end of everything. And that’s the reason why we still don’t have the painting by Semmel. He is struggling with that one and took home last Friday and promised to bring here today. 

“And it’s not here today” said a raspy slow voice from the back door. He was using a blue chiffon shirt almost completely  unbuttoned with a pair of high waisted white jeans and a glittery boot, with heels that gave him at least 3 inches more. “I am so glad to see my favorite red hair today. It was a tuff weekend” 

He got closer and she could finally see his face: green eyes, beautiful wavy brown hair and a nice crooked smile with dimples just to make it more adorable. And he had a mustache. Lav absolutely hates mustaches, but if it’s this handsome fellow that has one…. she wouldn’t complain. 

“What happened? Couldn’t find inspiration again?” Vanessa said while touching his arm. Of course a guy that hot would go for a girl like Nessa. They looked like a power couple together. 

“First I thought I could get inspiration if I could just stare at the painting. But it didn’t work so I called Daniel and Melissa, maybe with a fun three way party I could feel inspired, wrong. Then yesterday, I thought “maybe I need to see the world with different eyes” so I popped a few acid tablets… didn’t work. So now I’m here, on a Monday morning, asking you PLEASE let me have the painting for a few more days” 

It was too much information for Lav to take, in three days he had done more than she has done her whole life. That made her feel quite uneasy. 

“That depends, Styles… will you borrow your beach house for the summer so I can have my honeymoon with Cathy there?” 

Oh, she has a fiancée, thought Lavignia, how silly could she be, thinking they were a couple. 

“I was already going to offer you this and you know it. But of course, my Calihouse is yours for the time you want it for your honeymoon” he finally locked eyes with the brunette who was feeling like an outsider listening to private conversation: “and who is this Dove? Is she the new curator you and Lovelace were talking about?” 

“Yes, Lavignia this is Harry. Harry this is Lavignia” 

 She gave him an awkward smile. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles”

She raised her hand to shook his that was already reaching out for her. But, instead of a shake, he took her hand and before giving a kiss he whispered to her hand “please, call me Harry.” He kissed her hand and let her hand go, using the tips of his fingers to caress her arm on the way down from its previous position. 

“She is actually going to create the sequence for the pieces and the artistic and historical explanation of the pieces from the the exhibition”. 

“I thought I was going to write this” 

“Yeah but she has the technical knowledge. So you are going to look at the art, find a meaning behind and she is going to write the explanation for the techniques and whatsoever and to the presentationwould be interesting if you guys worked together” 

That’s when it hit Lavignia: they had 6 days till the opening and absolutely zero idea of what they were going to produce. 

“Wait….. we have six days to plan this whole thing?”  

Harry laughed. 

“Yes, we have done a lot but still, we have a lot do. Right now the focus is to create a storyline to exhibit everything and it has to go well with the main theme. Welcome to our gallery” he said with a smile. “But I’m sure it’s going to be an easy job. Because love and sex are so inherent to the human being” 

That wasn’t going to be an easy job. She didn’t know much about love or sex. 

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After their conversation, the day was just a blurry memory: checking the pieces, looking for articles and references about each one. Harry would once in a while come and check on Lav, ask her if she wanted anything and sometimes he would just look at her, like he was trying to memorize her face. 

It was already 7 pm and Lav and Nessa were getting their stuff to leave when Harry came up to talk to them: 

“Girls, Lovelace just called the office and asked if we want to have dinner at her place. I’m going, care to join?” 

“I can’t, have to meet Cathy. We have a dinner date to try and finally find a date that is good to get married” said Nessa “but I think it would be good for Lav so she can get a feel about how we work” 

“I can give you a ride if you want” Harry offered with a sweet smile, putting both of his hands on the reception table and getting closer to her face. 

“Uh, sure. Let me just get the rest of my stuff” 

“Sure, I’m waiting outside” 

Vanessa was looking down at her with cheeky eyes and knowing smile: “you are going to have the best fuck of your life” Lav eyes grew wide “oh me and my fiancée once had a threesome with Harry. A one time thing but didn’t he gave us the ride of our lives” 

“There will be no fu… mingling with the boss for me. Thank you very much” Lavignia said while getting the rest of her stuff and walking away with heavy steps and wide angry eyes. She was already out of the door but she could still listen to Vanessa’s laughter. 

She started looking for a nice and extravagant car but what she found was Harry leaning on a very red Harley Davidson. Picking at his nails, tearing off the nail polish in the process. 

“Hey. Ready?” She was shaking she had never walked on a motorcycle. 

“Kinda. Never been on a motorcycle before” 

“What a pleasure to be the your first ride then” Harry said giving her a blinking eye and a mischievous smile. “First let’s  put this thing on you” he got closer to her with a blue helmet with silver stars in hand. 

First he caressed her messy curls and then slided the helmet on her head, never taking his green eyes off of her: “you look perfect with this on, like you belonged on a fast ride, just like this ride I’m going to give you” 

She didn’t know how to answer that, she could just blush. 

“Let’s go?”  Nodding with her hand and getting onto the bike with Harry, Lavignia had this nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach: it burned. Every single time he turned a left she would end up brushing her front against his back that was covered by the thin blue shirt. She never felt this spark before, almost like something in her body was screaming for the feel of him. Maybe was the fact they spent the day in the middle of sensual pieces of arts, maybe was the fact that the smell of vanilla on his neck made her think of sex.

And she never thought of sex, never understanding what was the appeal to showcase something it was supposed to be so intimate, and he didn’t have any filter when it comes to it. Maybe the almost 4 years without someone between her legs have finally got her and she was going crazy.

After it felt like an eternity in a war with her own thoughts, they came to a stop on a small circle park with 5 houses surrounding the area . All of them were big and out of a art decor movie. They came to a stop in front of one of the houses: this one was yellow with high walls and a lot of plants all over the entrance. 

“This is Jeannie Lovelace house. My house is the other one on the other side of the park” Harry finally said, without taking his helmet off, pointing towards a house with a bright orange tone to it with rounded windows and a balcony that was exposed for the street, full red roses. “She is already expecting us, you can go inside, I’m just gonna drop my bike at my house. Do you live close?”

“No, I live close to the beach, close to that souvenir shop, you know? It’s about 30 bus stops from the gallery.”

“You can stay at my place, if you want” he said in a normal tone but a sparkle was found inside his eyes, maybe she wasn’t the only one that was left shook from their little trip standing so close together.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” she could admire him, but she couldn't touch. She only knew him for a few hours but she knew it was trouble. And maybe her tone was quite condescending because Harry changed his posture and stopped smiling and just pronounced a small and guilty “okay” before driving towards his house, acting almost like he was feeling shameful. Before Knocking on the door there was only one thing in her mind: this was going to be an extressfull dinner. 

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Day 2: Woman with the black stockings 

(Painting they talk about: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Schiele_-_Frau_mit_schwarzen_Strümpfen_-_1913.jpg )

“Darling, wake up” she could feel Jeannie elegant voice talking quietly “it’s almost 9, if you want to be on time to your meeting with Harry, you have to wake up now”

Meeting? When did she and Harry settled a meeting hour? Lav’s last memory was from getting another glass of the green drink because she was quite overwhelmed with the conversation topics. She didn’t even knew there was so much it could be talked about sex.

“Sorry” she said getting up “my head is killing me. Thank you for letting me crash here, I don’t even remember how I made it to this bed” she looked around, being in a big room with with walls and drawing of flowers all over it, Lovelace was standing right next to her holding a plate full of food. 

“Oh, darling there is nothing to be sorry for. You should thank Harry, he was the one who carried you over here” she said while settling the plate on her lap “but a little piece of advice? When it comes to absint you don’t drink more than 3 shots, now eat. Do you remember what we talked about last night?”

Oh God, she didn’t want to hear all of that AGAIN but she had to be honest: “after my third glass my mind is just a blackout. I’m so embarrassed”she said while getting the beautiful croissant and taking a bite of it and it was so good “You only know me for two days, you are my BOSS and I made a complete fool of myself”

“Again: nothing to be sorry for, everybody in the gallery is like family to me. Not counting Jesse, he is just someone that gives us money…. think of him like the awful uncle that everybody has to deal with” laughing at her own joke  “We just talked about the opening then me and Harry stared to exchange stories… that was when you started to drink a little too much.”

“I just… I hope this doesn’t get me fired but, you all just treat sex like it isn’t an act it should be kept in your bed and I got nervous yesterday with the topics of the conversation once we stopped talking business and especially Harry I mean…. I met him when he was talking about a menage he had in search for inspiration to write about an art piece” She said with open eyes and exasperated sigh

“Lavignia, sweetie, you know that this gallery is about sex right? We showcase pieces with a sensual and sexual background. Also we hold parties, books reading, music. Look at the name we gave it: MORNING AND EXTASE”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry Mrs. Lovelace, when we talked you only told me about this exposee we are doing and I thought that was it. I know that sensuality and art are two themes that often come together but ….”

“There is no problem, Lavignia” she said in a more serious tone, yeah, Lav was out of a job only on her second day, she was sure of it. “Look, I was so ecstatic to have someone with your resume that I only talked about what we are working on right now. Can I ask you something? Give us a chance, please? Especially Harry, he is a sweet guy who lives and feels everything, he gives himself whole in everything: art, friendship, love, sex. I wish I could have met someone like him when I was younger, I would be married, maybe.” She said with a sweet smile “When we are over with the planning of this, if you wish, you can let us go. But try and immerse yourself with us, there is more to the world than ‘waking up, growing old and dying’. If at the end of this you don’t wanna stay, I will find you a job at the most traditional art gallery. But, give us a chance, there is something behind your eyes that longs for something, I can see it, let us show you there is no shame in living.”

Looking at her hands, Laviginia thought about how she was never satisfied, leaving her parents home when they wanted her to get married to their neighbor, going to college in another country, then going to Paris to find a job and failing and now having this big opportunity in her hands: she couldn’t say no; so she nodded and got a big hug from the elegant old lady.

“Now, I asked Harry to get you a few clothes ‘cause I figured you wouldn’t want to be another entire day with the same ones.  He is already here with the clothes I’m going to get it for you. Take a shower. We’ll be waiting for you in the living room” Jeannie said getting up from her sitting down position in bed but before she could reached the door she turned to Lav and said “and another thing: don’t ever call me Mrs again, either Jeannie or Lovelace. Okay?” and with that she left the room and Lav went to shower, knowing she had a chance in her hands and the only person who could mess this chance up. 

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After taking her shower Lavignia came back to the room to find not only clothes but shoes and underwear and even a perfume, on top there was a note: 

Lovelace would not forgive me if I got you clothes and didn’t bought you a perfume. According to her a woman is naked without a scent. I hope I got the sizing right. 

H.

PS: I would love to see you wearing the lingerie, this one was all Jeannie. 

Of course he would said something like that. The clothes consisted of a black mini dress with red little hearts and a high turtleneck, together with black boots and a thigh high black stockings. The lingerie was pretty, a set with a bright cherry color made of  lace and satin. She loved looking at the mirror using such a beautiful piece, there was something about her she didn’t knew it could be achievable: she looked quite sensual. She felt like she was Twiggy herself (even if she didn’t look at all like Twiggy).

Last but not least: the perfume. It was Paris by YSL and it smelled like richness and sex. Of course he wouldn’t give any less than something like this. But she couldn’t lie, she was grateful for him, Lav knew she was quite harsh to him just the night before with her judgmental looks and words, but even then he got out of this way to help someone he only knew for 24 hours. 

Getting down the stairs she could ear the light tone of their conversation, something about “opening yourself for love”, it seems like Lav was not the only one that was getting a preach from the one and only Jeannie Lovelace. 

With the sound of her footsteps getting closer, Harry turned around and smiled: “glad I got the sizing right. You look nice.” He was getting up and so was Jeannie

“I’m going to give you guys a ride and then I’m picking Nessa up, we are going to the train station”

“I thought we all were working together today” Harry said while walking side by side with both women toward the backdoor that lead to the garage. Jeannie gave them both a big smile:

“Early this morning I got the news: We got the Corregio” in that moment Harry lifted Jeannie up and started to kiss her cheeks while saying “I knew you could do it”.

Antonio da Corregio was an painter from the italian renaissance, being able to get one of his pieces to put on display outside from its home museum in Viena was almost impossible . Lav was looking at the interaction and saw it for the first time: Lovelace saw Harry like a son. They were a little happy family. What she didn’t expect was Harry to put Jeannie down and take her into his arms, giving a big hug and involving her in his smell all over again. 

“Now, let’s go kids. You two have to analyse the Schiele piece and me and Vanessa have a date with Corregio”. And so they left in a very lilac mercedes. 

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Laviginia couldn’t stop sweating, she was standing side by side with Harry in front of a big painting of a woman sitting down, pushing her skirt up so she could show all of her private parts. With very red lips and nipples and black stockings, very similar to the ones Harry got her, and from his face, she was sure it was not a mere coincidence.

“What do you think we should do with this one?” Harry asked

“I think every piece of art tells a story and we have to discuss about this piece, what story does it tells us” Lav said getting away from the painting and closer to the books she had spread all over the table, looking for her bookmarks about Egon Shiele  and any piece of information about his painting The woman with black stockings.  She looked over at Harry and he looked relaxed with his with long sleeve shirt full of drawings on the sleeves and blue jeans. He was calm while waiting for her to tell him about whatever piece of information she found on the books. Her mind was going crazy, she was sweating through all of her pores, there was the same unfamiliar warmth in the pit of her stomach and there was Harry, changing his attention between her and the naked woman like they were talking about the weather. Finally she found the information she was looking for in one of the many bookmarks she made “This dates back to 1913, he got arrested countless time because of his art…”

“It’s ridiculous being arrested for making his art, especially one so intimate but I understand the time but so be it, I hate it when people make sex such a taboo. But please, continue with what you were telling me”

Cleaning her throat, she continued “according to this the reason behinds his arrests were his nude and semi-nude portrayals of his lovers. It also says those portrayls are so beguiling is quite simple: they have a filth quality to it. He likes to portrait his adoration towards woman and sex”

“Wow, that’s probably the most of dirty talk you have ever made in your life, I’m proud you got to reading all of this only blushing a bit” he looked at her with kind eyes and a smirk gracing his beautiful rosé lips “Okay, he wants to show devotion and rawness to it, right? There is this gorgeous woman spread open for him, longing for him as I hope he was longing to get between her legs and get so deep they don’t know when one ends and the other begins. I think that the theme of this is want, is the disinhibition, not being ashamed of wanting something that is so good” Lav felt like he was talking about her and not the painting “He has a dirty mind freakness, doesn’t only show people what he is seeing, he shows us his desire and let us get into his intimate for one reason: he painted his lovers, people he knew from inside out, people who must have some meaning to him. The fact that he can put together adoration and the most primal act of the human race, takes his art from merely beautiful to widely erotic”

“What does it feel like?” she asked him “being able to see and feel and talk about this without feeling like it’s wrong? Being able to let yourself go”

Harry looked at her and she had no idea what his face was telling her. He was sitting on the floor and pated the place in front of him in a silence request for her to join him. She sat in front of him, folding her legs and looking him in the eye

“I always felt like there was more to life than the one I was leading on, you know? My family came from money, but everything just felt the same, so one day, as soon as I turned 18, I went to Los Angeles, that was 10 years ago, ending of the 60s and beginning of the 70s, David Bowie was still becoming what he is now, Beatles had just broken up Fleetwood Mac didn’t have Stevie Nicks. There I met people who showed me more and more of living and then I started writing, becoming myself. It was with my art that made my own money and got kind of famous but I never actually showed my face to magazines till  I came to Italy when I heard that the gallery wasn’t doing very well, offered to help and I gained a second mother in Lovelace, she was there for me all the time and she was the first one to tell me that I didn’t have to be ashamed of who I was, if I like a bit of everything or if I dress quite flamboyant or anything.” Harry smiled “ That’s what she wants for everybody: have a fulfilling life like hers, without any fears. It’s all a learning you know, one day at the time, you get there.” Harry took her hand and gave it a kiss “tomorrow we’ll all be together to look at the Corregio, you can talk about whatever you are feeling, I promise you: no one is going to judge you.”

“You know it would be nice to just be able to talk about this without feeling like I’m going to hell and I don’t even believe there is a hell.”

“If hell is full of people who don’t care about labels and know how to have fun… I don’t wanna go to heaven “ Harry smiled “but you know, I’m a GREAT teacher, I would love to teach you how to be less awkward when it comes to the theme, after all you are working for a gallery about sex”

“I’m not having sex with you”

“God, Lav, don’t be such a pervert, I was talking about being less shy when it comes to talking about it. Come on repeat with me ‘fuck me’ without blushing”

“Fuck me”

“No, fuck me” 

“Fuck me” 

“No”

“Fuck me”

“Finally! That’s my girl.” Harry said giving a peck to her nose. “Now, how about we go eat a nice gelato, my treat. Then we can come back to talk about the painting”

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Day 3: Jupiter and Aphrodite

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fb/Correggio_028c.jpg

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fb/Correggio_028c.jpg

“I crave your mouth, you voice, your hair/ Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets/ Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day/ I hunt for the the liquid measure of your steps” the words from the poem left Harry’s mouth like honey. When they both arrived early to the gallery, Harry sat on the floor with a poetry book and asked if she wanted him to read for him. “I hunger for you sleek laugh/ your hands the color of savage harvest/ hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails/ I want to eat your skin like a whole almond”

When Harry said that sentence he stopped briefly and looked at Lavignia, wanting to see her reaction. He didn’t choose that poem with no intend, he wanted her to see how sexuality and love could be show on poem, with such a easy passion, no shame. She was looking right at the pearls he was wearing around his neck, thinking he didn’t noticed the way she was staring at his chest and necklace, he licked his lips and continued: “I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body/ the sovereign of your arrogant face/ I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes.

The more Harry read, the more Lavignia was imagining he was doing all the the things quoted, adoring her body with such hunger, she was thanking God that he was close to finish his reading: “And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight/ Haunting for you, for your hot heart/ Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue” He closed the book and looked at her:” so, that was the Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda, what do you think of it?”

“It’s beautiful”

“Only beautiful? What do you feel when you listen to those words. Erotism can also come in form of beautiful words, to show those feelings and to have them returned are a bliss, if is a one night or a lifetime.”

She wanted to be like him, like everybody she met during those 3 days, so she trying to raise her voice and finally say something:

“I feel hunger. Hunger for life. I don’t want to feel like it’s wrong to desire someone”

Harry got closer to her, almost touching their knees together. The moment he walked through the door last monday he was captivated by the girl wearing the cherry tree print dress. He couldn't stop watching her every movement, how she would stare at each art piece with a passion observation yet timid eyes, how she would like at him like he was from mars, she had so much inside of her screaming to break out of the coffins of her mind and heart, and Lovelace made him promise he would help her, she saw so much of her in Lavignia. 

“Would you like to try and  live the life you always longed for?” he asked her.”You will never be judged here, that is a promise I make you, in the name of everybody”

She was hypnotized by his eyes and the thought of finally exploring whatever she felt since she was younger and everybody always told her how wrong it was: this hunger. Ever since she read the Betty Friedan book “The feminine mystique” and was shocked to find out that women also could find pleasure in sex just like men. Never having the courage but each day inside the gallery she could feel the same insistent pit in her stomach always asking for more” So she just nodded and Harry got even closer, so close she could see the blue and golden inside his eyes and could hear his breathing and smell the mint in his breath.

This guy that just this weekend was having threesomes was going to kiss her shamelessly inside  their workplace. And she was going to let him. 

“Good Morning darlings” said the elegant voice of Jeannie coming from the front door “I’m a little bit late but I got fresh macarons from the french bakery close to Nessa’s place. She is just parking the … oh” Finally looking at the young couple on the floor so close that it was unmistakable that they were about to kiss when the owner of the gallery busted through the door “well…. young passion, always a good feeling when you just can’t wait till you can get home and enjoy each other but please do whatever you were going to do away from the art pieces, we wouldn’t want another incident like the party we threw back in 75”

Harry gave Jeannie a cheeky smile while the only thing Lavignia could feel was shame, absolut and complete shame. Opening her mouth to defend the situation she found herself in: 

“But we weren’t going to…”

“Lavignia you know I’m the biggest and most precious work of art from our little gallery” Harry said at the same time she was trying to come up with any excuse, looking at her while getting up and offering his hand.

“Oh Harry if I was 30 years younger you wouldn’t scape me” Jeannie answered. Today she was using a elegant bright red dress and a scarf around her head and by the smile on her face, Lav understood what they were trying to do: they wanted her to feel comfortable so they were joking to show her there was no problem in whatever they were doing.

“Now, enough talking we have two pieces to figure it out today and Harry where the fuck is the Semmel?” Lovelace said taking her heels off and started to walk around, checking everything they had already done. There was still 3 pieces for them to figure out how they would showcase. 

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They were all sitting on the bench Harry dragged to the middle of the room, with watchful eyes resting on Lavignia that was right in the middle of two art pieces. They all were waiting for her to begin her explanation: 

“So, if you look at my right, we have the famous Correggio painting: Jupiter and Io, dated back 1530. So, we all know the Romans saw Jupiter as the equivalent of the Greek god Zeus. According to the tale, he was attracted to everything that was beautiful, especially Io, she was one of Hera’s priestess. Jupiter was always tempted by others beauty and would disguise himself to be closer to them. In the case of the Correggio” she said posting towards the bluish god that was encasing the woman in a sensual way “he took the form of a velvet fog to reach for Io” pointing through naked woman encased by the fog, she took a break, waiting to see if they wanted to add something but Jeannie just gave her a small smile, telling her to continue: “it’s from the Italian renaissance, as we all know and the technique is oil on canvas, it’s height is around 5’4 and is has been in the Austria museum since the XVI century” 

Harry raised his hand not wanting to disrupt her talking, he was quite fond of the way she lost all of her shyness and insecurities when it comes to art. When she was done she looked at Harry when he raised from his sitting position to get closer to the painting: 

“If we look next to her face, we can see a face form itself on the fog, that’s Jupiter, right? He is there taking her pleasure as his own and giving his pleasure to her as her own. It’s a mutual feeling, she isn’t dreaming about the fog, he is there. This is such an erotic turn, showing us this woman being involved with this fog, her face looks like she was being pleasured. It’s about the feeling of letting go, she was letting herself being encased by this fog, encased by desire” turning his face to the redhead sitting close to Lovelace he asked “what do you think, Nessa?” 

Crossing her long legs that were covered by a letter flared jumpsuit she stayed quiet, taking the pairing calmly. 

“I think I wanna hear about the Aphrodite before making a decision” 

Harry pinched Lavignia cheeks lightly as if saying: come on, we are waiting. 

Lavignia was looking at the piece. The three naked woman with no shame, laying together on top of the blue satin sheets: one was laying down with her hands above her head, the other was on her fours atop of the laying girl and the third was encasing the the same girl that has her eyes closed in delight. It was clear that she was the one they were intending to adore, she was Aphrodite. 

“Aphrodite is one of the famous goodness, she is the goodness of love and beauty, she was responsible for the perpetuation of life, pleasure and joy…” Lav lost her train of thoughts the moment she looked at Harry. 

He looked calm, standing so next to her, listening so attentive, as if every word that came from her mouth was precious to the subject. His eyes were extremely green thanks to the green and blue crochet vest he was wearing together with a high waisted jeans but everytime he raised his arms she could see a bit of his soft belly and what it seemed to be a butterfly tattoo. 

“Earth to Lavignia?” said the fant voice of Jeannie. Shaking her head a muttering a small ‘sorry’, she continued:

“Anyway, this illustration on paper was made for the Pierre Louys’s book, the artist is Maurice Ray, we don’t know the date but it’s from the 19th century, so it’s nearly not as old as the Correggio, so if we want to sort by date: we can’t. They are too far apart. We have to find the common ground beside both being created after myth. But we don’t have much on the creator of the illustration to help us built the story. It could be helpful” 

“You know” Harry started “it’s good when people don’t know the life of an artist. I mean, I don’t want people to read my poetry and think what inspired me. Like my “cherry” poem, and think “it’s about his last girlfriend who left his heart broken’, I want people to look at my art and take it as their own. The moment I give it to the world, it’s not mine anymore. Each person has their own claim for the piece, their own meaning, their own story. I look at those pieces and I don’t wanna know if the woman in Correggio was the one that got away, I wanna look and see what this makes me feel, how this tells me a story” 

Harry had a girlfriend who broke his heart? Does he always write from his own perspective? Where can she find one of his poems? She wants to know more about the boy who seemed to never look anything but a full rainbow with his colours and happiness. 

“So, we only have now to work with Sunlight to finish the preparations for the grant opening. Nessa is everything okay with the catering?” 

“Yes, I spoke to the cantina owner, you know, Angelo. He invited us to have dinner there today, so we can try everything he wants to bring” then opening her purse and getting a red notebook “I think we have everything covered: food, drinks, journalist to come, photographers, invitations has been send. I  think the only thing lacking is the Sunlight… Harry, where the fuck is the Sunlight?”

His eyes opened and he looked a little bit frightened at Vanessa: “shit, Nessa, don’t pull those eyes on me, I always get scared. I promise: it will be here, okay?” nervously he looked at both Jeannie and Vanessa, and then at Lavignia, in a suplic for a little help. 

“What time should we be at the cantina?” she changed the subject

“In a few hours, it’s only 2 pm now, maybe at 6, the music is going to start at 6 but we know nothing actually works on time here”

“Okay, so maybe let’s just revise everything? And maybe finally find the order we want to exhibit everything? Lav, do you have any idea?”

“I can only think the cliche: year and technique” 

“We have been here for the last four hours searching, reading, talking about those paintings. Can we do it tomorrow” Asked Nessa, raising her arms to stretch.

“Sure, how about you two go and write all that has been discussed today while me and Harry talk business in the office upstairs?” Lovelace said, taking Harry by the hand and leading him to the stairs that stood almost in a hidden part of the gallery.

When they were long gone, Vanessa questioned if she knew that they weren’t going talk business and when she didn’t respond, she continued:

“Harry ex-girlfriend cheated on him and then left with some french preppy guy saying he wasn’t the one because she could never deal with his ways. This was almost a year ago, he was pretty depressed, to be honest, cried a lot, never wanted to sleep alone” 

“Does he ever want to sleep alone?”

“You know, you are fast to judge people, when I think you are opening up to us... “ she stopped to get one of the posters for the gallery and pointed towards the front exit, needing help to put the poster in its place.

When Lavignia thought she wasn’t going to hear anymore of that, she finally continued the talk: “he hates being alone. He practically moved to Lovelace’s house for the first month, was always listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Landslide, crying. Actually, I think during those first three months he only took one person to bed and he cried during it. He started to get better when he wrote his book, travelled all around Asia, he vanished for maybe 45 days. When he got back, he was him again. Maybe a better version of himself”

“Why are you telling me all of this, you don’t even know if I’m going to stay at the gallery or I’m gonna take the other job”

“You know… I can see in your eyes, the sparkle when you talk about those pieces, when you let yourself go. But then, it's like something turns it on in your brain, almost like it’s short circuiting, and then… you stop, you blush and you give us judgmental stares”

“You know, I can’t help it”

“I know” Nessa said with a faint smile “but we can help you”

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They were all laughing over bottles of chardonnay and pasta, Lovelace was in the middle of telling one of her many stories about the roaring 30 and all that she done back in New York. They got there half an hour ago, the music crew were beginning to put all the instruments over the small stage. The cantina was only two blocs from the gallery. They were sitting outside, in a round table with red and white tablecloth, with fairy lights to illuminate the place, trees that gave the place a certain fairy look.

When they arrived, there was a petite black woman with a sundress and braids on her hair, she recognized to be Nessa’s fiance, but she couldn’t bring herself to remember her name, no matter how much she tried.

When they sat, she was in the middle of Jeannie and Harry. She could feel his arms brushing her back every time he talked. 

“Guarda se non sei la donna più bella di tutto il nord italia” said a tall man, he must be around his sixties. Very blue eyes, gray hair and charming smile. He had honeyd voice, and man, she really needs to improve her Italian if she wants to stay.

“Quindi mi ci abituo, Angelo. E come sempre: il cibo è delizioso.”

They continued to talk for a bit, Lavignia ended up losing the conversation, looking at the small stage, that now had a singer, maybe she was finally going to be introduced to some good italian song besides Volare.

“Perdona la mia mancanza di istruzione” he looked at Lav “sei nueva qui, guisto?  La tua nuova ragazza, Harry? Che bella”

“Nei miel più grandi sogni, forse” God, Harry’s voice sounded even more charming in italian “Lavignia è il nuovo impiegato della galleria. Ma penso she dovremmo parlare in inglese”

“I am so sorry, my dearest” he said with a very strong accent “ I didn’t knew you didn’t speak Italian. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Angelino and welcome to my humble restaurant”

“Thank you so much. I know a bit of Italian, but it’s the language I speak the least and with all the noise and people talking at the same time, it gets hard to understand”

In that moment, the song beguin to play “Our music guess is starting now, if you excuse me… Jeannie, mi concede questo ballo?” taking her hand he lead her to the dancefloor, followed by Nessa and Cathy, who she finally remembered the name.

“And then they were two” Harry whispered turning to her 

She took another bite of the pasta containing a moan while Harry finished his glass, getting another bottle and pouring  for both of them”

“It was my bad Italian or Jeannie and Mr. Charming over there were flirting?” Harry smirked with her statement:

“You are absolutely, right. They flirt all the fucking time. It’s cute but sometimes I just want to push them towards a bedroom with a very big bed and say they can only leave after they fucked their brains out”

The more they talked, the more Harry got closer. He asked about her life before Italy and she asked about his book. She told about how she was trapped with her parents even after she graduated, so she left. He told her about his traveling through Asia, the people he met, how he went to a David Bowie show in Japan, that each city he visited brought him back to himself. 

“You know, maybe...can I buy one of your books?” she asked, with a timid glint all over her eyes “I just want to know what type of art you write”

“Oh, my poetry is all about having sex and feeling sad”

“Well, I still want to. I might blush a lot and maybe won’t be able to look you in the eyes on the first few days, but then I’ll get over it”

“How about this, you dance with me and tomorrow I give you my book to read. Deal” 

“Deal” shaking hands then getting up towards the dancefloor. 

Putting both of his hands on her hips, Harry got closer. They could listen to the calming voice of the singer. Softly singin the chorus of the song, with his mouth close to her ear. 

Lavignia could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body, almost like he was encasing her in a protection spell from the wind. 

“You seem to know the words to the song. Who is this guy?”

“Oh, he is Pino Daniele, right now he only performs at small bars, weddings. But all of his songs are so good, give him a few years and I’m sure he’ll be big, at least here in Italy. That’s for sure” 

After that they were quiet for a moment, she was trying to catch the words to the song. Feeling distracted by the environment they had: fairy lights, the jazz with a popish sound to it, people dancing without a care, everything so colorful. The heat of the summer night was disguised because of the slightly cold wind that came from being close to the beach. Harry cleaned his throat to get her attention:

“I need your help. The Joan Semmel painting is so hard for me to decipher and I think I know why, she painted from such a tender female point of view. And I know I could ask anyone to help me, but I love how in love with art you are. How you lose yourself describing and talking about the pieces” 

“Okay, I can help. But are you sure Jeannie and Nessa won’t be mad?” 

“I already talked to Jeannie and Nessa a little bit before we had to leave the gallery, actually” the slower song came to an end but they couldn’t let each other go. There was comfort in this embrace and light conversation. Almost like they had done this a thousand times before. 

“You could come by my place tomorrow. We can fix this, maybe I can read some of my poems, since you’re so curious” 

“Sure, what time?” 

“Around lunch? There is no hurry since it’s close to eight and I don’t think we’ll be going home anytime soon” 

She had a night full of dancing and wine ahead of her. She could only wonder what would happen tomorrow when the sun came out. 

Day 4: Office Love https://www.phillips.com/detail/A/NY040210/233

The sky was cloudy when Lavignia knocked on the mahogany door. The house from the outside was already beautiful, with vines all over the place, the orange color of the wall and big door. 

“Hey” Harry said while opening the door, dressed in just a satin robe “I was drawing, I lost track of time. Would you like to come in?” 

The door lead her to his living room, there was a big hello round couch, with red walls and a Indian tapestry. The red walls were full of art pieces - all of them pretty much leaning on the sensual side - the  three ceiling to floor windows gave a beautiful view of the street and grey sky. 

“Feel like you’re at your own home, okay? Please put your shoes over there” he said pointing towards a small cabinet “I’m just going to put on some clothes and I’m be back” 

With Harry upstairs, she was left alone to wander through the living room. There were magazines and vinyls all over the place as well as books about a few of the artists they were going to exhibit. He was doing his homework, apparently. 

But then something got hold of her attention: it was a black and white photograph. It seemed like it was an office, a typical American one. With two big windows and a rectangular desk but there, laying at the same desk, there was a barely dressed woman with her breast out and a man -completely dressed- devouring the woman’s chest. 

“Do you like the work of Helmut Newton?” She heard Harry’s voice just behind her, when she turned around there he was with a graphic white t shirt full of little watermelons drawings and jeans shorts. 

“You scared me, you walked down the stairs really quiet” 

“I wasn’t quiet, you were just really paying attention to the photograph. So do you like Helmuts job?” 

“I never heard of him ‘till today” 

“Well… he is a German photographer and is known for his studies of the female body. He worked a lot with Yves Saint Laurent and that was actually how I met him, I loved his fashions editorials of the brand. Then when I was at the fine arts museum in Boston last year, I saw this photograph. He was touring with his new exhibition when I bought this one. But it only arrived last month, when the tour was done” 

He was side by side with her, looking at the piece for a few seconds before continuing his explanation: “the name of this photograph is Office Love. When I had the chance to talk to him he said he wanted his photographs to arouse. And they do, because he so boldly explores his longings. But, in my personal opinion, what makes his art so sexy is his obvious belief that sex in the most important thing in the world” he looked at Lavignia “so, what do you think?” 

She looked at him with wide eyes and open mouth. 

“You don’t have to say anything to me, okay? But think about this painting when you’re alone. I lost the count of how many times I sat on this same couch looking at her and imaging it was me on the picture. Especially this week” did he said what she thinks he said? “Anyway, would you like to eat something before we start? I brought my book with me, thought we could eat a peanut butter sandwich and I’ll read something”. When she nodded, Harry took her hand and lead her towards the kitchen. 

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His kitchen was all black and white: black and white tiled floor, black electrical appliance with white walls. Black table with white chairs. 

He made the sandwiches and got them a glass full of water. When they were halfway done, he got one his book and asked what type of poem she would like to hear. 

“Anything. Just want to get to know your art” 

“I’ll just open randomly then…” and when he did, his smile flared a little bit, maybe this poem represents a sad moment in his life. When she was close to telling him that there was no need for him to read if it hurted him, he cleared his throat and said: “this is The cherry sonet” 

Along with the cherry trees came hopeless sorrow

The cherry color reminds me that I’ll still hurt tomorrow

Dreams of you erupted in my waking 

My broken heart is still yours for the taking 

When you met him, did he called you ‘cherriè’?

When you kissed him, did you remembered me? 

And when you left me

Did you feel like you were finally free? 

But don’t you call him baby 

Don’t you dare 

To call him what you used to call me 

But don’t you call him baby 

Don’t you dare

To call him what you used to call him 

She felt tears in her eyes, that was the first time he was avoiding looking at her. Closing the book he gave her and whispered “it’s yours. Take care of it” 

“Harry, I’m so sorry. No one deserves to feel this heartbreak” 

“It was a long time ago. I don’t miss her, I don’t even love her anymore. But every time I remember what she done to me and how much pain I went through my hearts remembers the heartbreak.” 

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it, but, who was she?” 

“Her name doesn’t matter. She lived here for a while, I fell in love so deeply, I don’t think I was ever in love before her. It was like the world gained color and I didn’t have to be so lonely, anymore. I was still trying to figure it out where I stood in the world, and for that to work out, I tried to be the perfect match for her. I think i lost a bit of me when I lost her. But that was never truly me, you know” he paused to drink some water “ She didn’t like how I treated matters of privacy. She didn’t like the theme of the gallery and she didn’t like Lovelace either. Said she was a bad influence. So to prove her I could work with other themes, I made this work with a French gallery owner. She cheated on me with him.” 

“Harry… I don’t know what to say to you. I never fell in love and don’t even remember liking someone that liked me back, you know? I don’t know much about you, but I can see that you’re good and you don’t deserve any of that” 

He got her hand that was over the table and took in his. Not saying anything but it was like their conversation was happening without needing any words. 

“I think we need to work on the Semmel. Do you want me to bring here or would you mind if we go to my music room. I left it there” 

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The music room consists of a place full of music instruments, more vinyls and more books. With pillows and tapestry all over the floor, there was no couch or chair. If you wanted to sit, you had to sit on the floor. On the far left of the room there was a painting with a purple bed sheet covering everything. 

“Ready?” He pulled the sheet and she was left marvelous. 

Joan Semmel is a New Yorker painter and writer. Most of her works are about the female point of view. But, even with the knowledge about the artist’s life, nothing could prepare Lav for the pairing ahead of her: it was a woman sitting down on her bed, relaxed and completely naked. She was touching her body and her body was golden from the sunlight. You couldn’t see her face, she was painting from her point of view. 

“You know I can write about any perspective but I’m having trouble with this one because it shows such a intimate view of the woman’s body. I called Lovelace to help me as soon as we got the thing but she said “darling I’m too old to remember the feeling of looking down at a younger version of my body” 

Lavignia couldn’t mutter a word, she was too much hypnotized by the work. And also jealous: she doesn’t know what it is to be naked on her own bed just taking in her own body. She didn’t knew that could be so much freedom when you’re “normal”. Because one thing is too see Bowie and Jagger preaching sexual freedom. She thought it was made for the ones that had an unusual life. But here she was meeting people that had no problem with showing themselves to her. 

“So, what do you think?” Harry asked her. 

“She has a classic technique of color mixing and…”

“Darling I know all of that part. I need your take about the painting, what’s the feeling behind that and what it compares to true life, and then, together, we can figure it out how to fit inside the theme, how to display it and finally decide the story we are going to tell with Love and Sex because, I’m sorry, my dove, but we have such an unique gallery and exhibit that I don’t want to waste it with cliche display options, I know we only have two days but if we think something NOW, we have tomorrow and the entire morning of saturday to fix it.”

It was too much. It was too much. It was too much. 

This isn’t right. This isn’t right. This isn’t right. 

So Lavignia almost screamed without having second thoughts: 

“That’s not right, I can’t go on and talk about that! She had her thoughts while doing this piece, but there must exist this lack of control when people make such works. Life HAS to have control, Harry. YES it’s a wonderful piece but I don’t feel anything while looking at it” 

“You’re lying. I can tell when you’re looking at me like that” Harry said with a sad yet  angry look upon his eyes “your problem is that you never let yourself lose control. You don’t think I notice... but I do. You give everyone the same staring eyes, judgmental eyes when you remember about your ‘lack of control’. When Jeannie asked us to give you a chance, I went with an open heart. I just undressed my soul to you while reading that poem, I thought you were different from her, she judged me and left me. And here you are judging me. How many days till you walk away from the gallery? When we are on the day of the opening and you leave us with all of the work it should be also yours? We are a family down at the gallery and you have no right to fuck that up with your precious control” his voice started to raise “but let me tell you one thing: one day you are going to have a cock so deep in you that you’ll feel it on your tummy, fingers messing with your button and a tongue down your throat and you’re going to find down there is more to life than your precious control” 

He turned his back and finally said: “Get out of my house, I’ll call Lovelace and ask her to fix the Semmel for me.  I don’t think I will go to the gallery until the opening, I can’t look at you when you’re looking at me like I’m sick. If you want to stay, we all are going to welcome you with open arms. If you still  want to learn how to let go of your prejudice like you said it to me yourself: I’m here. But as long as you are judging us and messing with people's hard work: I can’t look at you.” He gave her one final look and opened his mouth one last time: “do me a favor and only go Saturday if you are willing to try. If that’s not what you want it’s not fair to you to continue to suffer what our daily works entails. And it’s not fair to us to be kept on the fence if you’ll stay or not. And it’s not fair to me to be lead on and think I have a chance of  you being mine” 

And with that he left the room. Letting Lavinia alone with her own thoughts. She had to get of his house. She need to talk with someone. 

She needed Jeannie Lovelace. 

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She knocked one time. 

Nothing.

Another.

Nothing.

One more time and Lavignia would go home and pack.

The door was opened. 

“Darling, are you alright?” Said Jeannie Lovelace. She was with a beautiful black silk skirt, barefoot and a simple white shirt: “I thought you and Harry were going to spend the day together. Come in, come in” 

She went inside still paralyzed. Jeannie lead her towards the nearest couch (the heart shaped one) and said: “Laviginia, do you want a hug?”

She hugged the old lady that smelled like lavender. She felt at home. She cried.

“What happened? Do I need to go and kill Harry?”

“I think I’m the one that needs the killing” and so she begging the story. From the time they met, to all the flirst, how Harry tried to help her to feel at home and more comfortable with her own skin and nature. Told about the flirting and the night before. And then… told her about what happened just a few minutes ago. When she was done, Jeannie looked at her and finally started to talk: 

“Lav, I don’t think he was right to say those things, but I don’t think you were right to judge so harshly. You know, we are what life made us” she paused “I can’t talk about you, I just met you. I hired you not only because of your knowledge and because we needed someone with your background, I could easily get somenome from Rome for that. But it was because I trust my instincts and it felt like there was a little fairy whispering to me ‘she’s the one you need’. I don’t know how much do you want to open up, but I’m here” 

Lavignia opened her mouth without even thinking “do you know why I was in Paris? Because after I graduated my father told me that now that I could say I was educated and fulfilled my ‘feminist dream’ I should go back to real life and marry. He wanted me to marry the neighbor, by the way. When I said no, he just told me to leave. I still had a bit of money and one of my classmates was French, so that’s where I went.” 

“You know, for someone that is so afraid of life, you are quite brave” 

“So I’ve been told” she paused “but… how will this fix the shit Ihave done to him?” 

“My darling, he is no stranger to heartbreak. He is a free spirit, yes, but he longs to have someone to be free with him. There was something about you that made him feel enchanted, the same way he was some time ago with that girl… but she wasn’t the one for him”

“But I have done the same thing: I was quick to me judgmental with him” 

“There is a huge quote by the one and only Anaïs Nin that goes like this: ‘You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken’. Do you understand that, darling?”

“I do. How do you remember so much of this big quote?”

“Because it was thanks to this book that I woke up. You see, my family had same expectations for me. But imagine that 40 years ago… women barely could go to university. It was - still is, sadly - a man’s world. But, day by day, we can get our space. And that’s in everything, including sex. Don’t be ashamed to own your power. Own your body. Give your life everything what it deserves. Think of you first. And… when you find out who you are and if that person wants people like us as your friends, will be here. If you want Harry to be with you, he will be. And he will take you on your craziest adventures because come on… he’s an aquarius” 

“I’m a Libra” 

“It’s a good match” Lovelace laughed “would you like some wine? I was about to drink some rosé?” 

One hour later they had bruschetta and one bottle of wine almost finished. She was listening to Lovelace talk about her adventures and, unlike last Monday, she was lovin’ it. That woman had such good stories. 

Maybe was the wine but Lavignia finally had the courage to ask: “Do you think Harry will forgive me?” 

“Darling, the moment you said yes to the wine, I know he will forgive you” 

“Why?”

“Because you stayed”

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Day 5: sunlight 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Semmel#/media/File%3AThe_Jewish_Museum's_Wikipedia_Edit-a-Thon_20.jpg

Lavignia woke up with the rays of the sun hitting her face. She looked at the window and it was completely opened. Didn’t she close it last night? 

After all the drinking and talking with Jeannie, she called her a taxi so she didn’t have to ride the bus alone and slightly intoxicated. 

Looking at the clock she had beside the mattress on the floor - she really didn’t have time to make her complete move just yet so her small loft was quite simple: off white walls, a dresser, a kitchen, her mattress and a little door to the bathroom with a a bathtub. There were boxes all over the floor, the Sunday after the opening she would fix everything, maybe paint the walls and get a few posters: one of Stevie Nicks, one of Frida Khalo and one of Bridget Bardot: her most divine life examples. 

Looking at her door, she saw her blue knee high boots and her purse and inside her purse she could see just a little bit of the light pink and blue book cover. 

Maybe … she could? 

She really didn’t want to get up so she crawled towards her purse and got the book. She could imagine his reaction to her crawling for something of his. 

Back to her bed, Lavignia was lost looking at the book cover, trying to catch all of the details. One side was blue and the other pink. The front cover he had the name “Fine Line” and there was a drawing of him laying down, naked. But you couldn’t see nothing, just the contour lines. Nothing else. At the back of the book there was a simple quote: 

This is a story about my journey. 

The one where I found and lost love. 

But I found myself. 

Do you know who you are? 

As soon as the book was opened, Lavignia found the dedication, it was for his mother and Jeannie - who he calls his American mother. Then, there was a list of 15 poems and prose with the number of pages next to it: the cherry tree sonet, I saw an angel; from the hallway I write you this poem; don’t call me baby, again; the fruits of your body; the lights; golden as the sun; adoration; sex is medicine; summertime and butterflies; from Tokyo, with love; the little gallery. 

What was better? Reading the book from the beginning or do just like Harry did not even 24 hour ago and choose randomly. Lavignia went with the later. This time it was a little prose:

Adoration 

I like the love language our eyes share. When we are so together laying in bed with the sounds of the city having a conversation behind the windows. We are so close that I can feel our lashes touch. Do you know I adore you? 

There are words you can’t say yet. And I understand, darling. You don’t have to say you love me. But I have to tell you: I adore you. 

Please, let me adore you

I adore you 

I love you 

Reading this made her understand more about him. Lovelace wasn’t lying when she said Harry feels everything to its maximum. He was so pure when it comes to the matter of the heart. She felt so guilty for how she treated him. But she knows that at the time she was a different person than she is now, just a day later. All thanks to Jeannie and her Anaïs Nin quote. Wanting to read another, she opened the book in a random page, this time it was a poem: 

The fruits of your body 

From the tangerine smell of your body 

To the dreams I have of your lipstick 

It’s strawberry lick, isn’t?

From the way you hold my body 

To the way you make me love it

It’s sultriness, isn’t? 

From taste of watermelon 

That slips all the way down your legs 

I suck it all up. Don’t I? 

From the way you make me grow

To the way you make me shiver 

I’m at your feet

Yours. 

Yours while you’ll have me. 

Yours. 

As long as the fruit season lasts. 

I hope it lasts forever

The more she read, hotter she felt. It was never like this. She ripped her dress off. She ripped her underwear off. She wanted to get off. For the first time. 

But how? 

And then she remembered something a certain curly haired man with a mustache told her: “think about it when you’re alone”. 

That painting. That damn painting. All of the art pieces she looked this week. The smell of him. The way his body moved. The way he looked at her. She was on fire. The sunlight coming from the window ignited the fire on her body. She was finally on fire. 

Looking down at her body, knowing she was treasure map, ready to be discovered. So her journey begins:

A light touch to her neck, with the tip of her finger. The heat grows inside. Her breast so full of desire: she grabbed them. Massages them. Pinching each one of her nipples. Changed the pressure. Moaned and arched her body. She needed more but she didn’t want to stop her exploring, so she raised to her knees, getting one of her pillows. 

Right between her legs. With her hands getting acquainted with herself she rolled her hip and thought of green eyes watching her. Would he have a smile on his face? She hopes so. Because she is so fucking proud of herself. She was a queen in search of the pleasure she never had the right before. 

Her body. Her pleasure. Her orgasm. 

When she got tired from riding the pillow she laid down again. Her hands went to her heat. And she touched and touched and touched. 

And then… sunlight. She was covered in light. She was the sunlight. Her body reactions is like a morning light: beautiful and so unique. 

When she had finally calmed herself she looked around. And something just clicked. 

Getting up and taking a shower was the first thing she needed to do. Then… Lavignia would run as fast as she could to the gallery: she knew what to do about the opening. 

Day 6: perfume  https://fineartamerica.com/featured/perfume-1910-luigi-russolo.html

Lavignia was going to have a syncope. She was sure of it. The sun was finally setting but it was still hot. Hotter than ever. And if she didn’t hurry she was going to be late for the opening. 

The silk white dress Lovelace gave her was from her own wardrobe. “From my peach days” she called. The dress had thin straps and it reached mid thigh with a fringe assuming the rest of the outfit till it reached her ankle. It was a true fastidious dress from the 30s. And she felt in character. 

Just the day before Laviginia stayed back at the gallery till almost 3am together with Jeannie and Vanessa (and Cathy, she got there with dinner for them and stayed to help). 

It was hard but the moment she told her idea, Jeannie and Vanessa fell in love with it. It was original and so in touch with everything the gallery stood for. 

Sitting on the bus she looked at the the street. It was almost night time and people were starting to begin their Saturdays festivities. Lavignia felt her stomach turn and turn, the closer she got to the bus stop the more her nerves were making her crazy. 

She was going to do the presentation. Yes, that was Jeannie and/or Harry’s job. But well… it would be a miracle if he showed up today and Lovelace said it was all Lavignia, so she is the one that making all the talking. 

Getting out of the bus was easy. Finding her around the streets that lead to Mattina ed Estasi was easy. There was music and people talking loudly. From the window of an old building she could see the shadow of a couple making love. 

But the moment she saw the red Harley, nothing was easy. Her heart was beating fast. Harry was already there. He probably saw the way they fixed everything. Just the paintings with a small description to it. The order didn’t offer any technical logic. Maybe he was mad. Maybe he was curious. Maybe he was just as anxious as she. 

But Lavignia knew she wouldn’t get her answer if she just stood there. She had to walk through those doors and face everything. 

She was ready. 

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The moment she was inside the gallery she felt so proud of herself. Looking at all the pieces circling the space. Forming a cycle. A love and sex cycle. And four of those pieces where on the center stage: first is Sunlight, followed by Correggio and the Aphrodite, the gods and goodness deserved to be together. And, finally, the one she was so afraid on her second day of work but became one of Lav’s favorite art pieces to ever exist: the women with the black stockings. 

When she dressed today, she was inspired by the painting. But, instead of black, it was white. White lace and see through lingerie her friend from France gave her but she never had the courage to wear - till today - with white stocking. A little innocent gif, if Harry was willing to open when the night is over. 

And by the way… where is Harry? The opening was only for another hour and she knows she was the last one here. 

“Oh, you’re finally here. Good” she heard Nessa’s low voice. Dressed in a black glittery jumpsuit with wide legs and a heart shaped cut in the chest area. Looking like the disco goodness she was “Lovelace was getting worried. You look beautiful, by the way” giving her a small kiss on the cheek she continued “I have to go and see if all of the catering is ready but Lovelace and Harry are upstarts. Any second now… okay?” 

And she was alone again. But not for long. 

She could smell him before she could actually see him. The same vanilla and tobacco. But if Lavignia thought she was feeling a little bit woozy with his smell. Nothing could prepare her for the outfit he choose: white trousers and tank top with a white blazer. Something John Travolta would wear. He had a bit of scruff but his mustache was still the first thing she noticed in his face, together with the pink sunglasses. 

Harry was looking at her, frozen at the top of the copper stairs.  

“We match” she said about the all white assembly they both were wearing. 

“You came” 

And he gave her a small smile. Maybe not everything was lost. 

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Even with their little exchange, Harry hasn’t talked to her. The opening was keeping everybody busy. There was photographers and journalist to entertain. A lot of people from the villa, too. 

From the corner of her eye, she could see Jeannie in her bright pink spaghetti dress talking to Angelino. He was wearing a blue velvet suit. They fitted together. 

The clock read 8:47 pm, more 13 minutes and she would go to the little stage and do the presentation. She was nervous. Lavignia was in need of a drink. 

As if he heard her thoughts, Harry got closer to her for the first time in the evening with a champagne glass:

“You look nervous. Everything is perfect, you can relax” he said, with a faint smile. Up close she could see the birds tattooed in his chest “and don’t you look quite dazzling tonight” 

“Thanks. You look quite handsome yourself” accepting the glass and taking a big gulp, her shoulders finally relaxing a bit “I’m nervous about the presentation” 

“Don’t be. Lovelace always dazzles everyone. And I’m quite curious to find out why she chose this order to present the works” 

He didn’t know. 

“She didn’t. I did. And I’m doing the presentation. I’m so nervous” Harry looked at her with shocked eyes. Then he looked around. Then back at her, finally taking his glasses off and looking right inside her eyes: 

“Then can you help me make sense of everything?”

“I think I’ll let you find out with the rest of the people here” 

“Why are you teasing me so much? I wouldn’t do that” 

“No, you would do worse” she looked at him with a glint inside the honey color of her eyes “actually, I think you will do worse to me, one way or another” 

“Depends, if you’re a good girl then it won’t exist any teasing. So come on… enlighten me. Tell me why everything is organized like this” 

“It’s a story. And that’s everything I’m gonna tell you right now” even with their light conversation, Lavignia felt like there was an elephant in the room, so she finally decided to talk about it “can we talk? You know… about what happened?” 

“After this, maybe?” 

“Why aren’t you upset with me? I thought I would have to get on my knees and beg for you to talk to me today” 

“You stayed. The moment you decided to stay, I decided to give you a little bit of my heart. But after the presentation, we can steal a bottle of champagne and go to the office upstairs” he took the bit of her hair that was loose and fixed behind her ear “about getting on your knees: you still can, darling” smiling he gave her his own glass “and there is my favorite embarrassed little girl. Now drink, Jeannie is going to the stage right now,  your presentation will start soon. 

The anticipation she felt about the promise of an “later” with Harry was only bigger than the wheels that were turning inside her stomach. Lovelace was getting up on the stage, god she was going to die. 

“Ladies, gentlemen and everything that is in between, good night and welcome to our new exhibition: Love and Sex” people were clapping and shouting “Before telling the story behind those pieces, I wanna thank Angelino, from Villaggio dell’amore, for making such a delicious dinner for us. Also I would like to thank Vanessa, she works for the gallery since 1975 and since she got here, we only got better the same goes to Harry “she said posting her glass towards Nessa then Harry “you not only came here and invested in our little gallery but you gave us so much more, most of the pieces from today wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You had this idea and with our little help, we created this magic. So thank you” he raised his glass and say something in Italian that she couldn’t quite pinpoint with all the clapping. 

“Now, not long ago our family got a new member. She came here with her doubts but the moment she allowed the pleasure behind the art envolve her completely, she changed this exhibit for the better and today she’s going to be the one to talk to you. Graduated in Arts in Communication and my new adoptive daughter: Lavignia” 

Harry gave her a small pat on the but like saying “you’re up”. 

When Lavignia climbed the three steps to the little stage, she could feel like she was shaking. When she hugged Lovelace, she was shaking. The moment she saw all of those people faces, she was shaking. But when she saw his smile, she wasn’t shaking. He gave her peace of mind. 

“Thank you, Jeannie, for the lovely introduction” he gave her a not “Welcome to Love and Sex, today, we are going to tell you a little story” 

“From the start of the day, we have this huge Sunlight, a piece from Joan Semmel. Sunlight here isn’t only the signal of a new day that begins. When we talk about Love and Sex, we also talk about the discover of yourself. Know your pleasure, own your pleasure. Make love to your own body. You will never get the meaning of true love or sex, unless you become acquainted with yourself. Inside out. That’s what Sunlight is about: is the vision of the artist upon her own body. When she loves what she see and knows each part of her; what makes her quiver and long. When she makes her own body shake with love and sex is when she is ready to discover the world. Because the moment you understand yourself, you can understand others without any prejudice or pride. The moment you allow yourself is when you can finally deliver yourself to the fogs of pleasure, so well represented by Correggio’s Jupiter. Because here Jupiter is desire, is temptation, it’s the deliver. It’s when you embrace the feeling of bliss. That’s actually why we put gods and goodness together, because when you look at Aphrodite, you want to be inside the piece, you want to be this woman that not only represents beauty but also love. It’s when the pleasure you search it’s at its peak. Orgasm. High. Whatever word you might want to call it” 

Harry was looking at her with attentive eyes. A proud smile. A promise of an later. Everything about the way he looked at her made her feel anything but ashamed for the things she was saying. She had a speech prepared. But she remembers nothing of it because the moment she was on stage nothing else mattered beside her feelings towards the pieces, at the end everything is about feelings. 

“And then, we finally have The woman with the black stockings; because sometimes you have the chance to find people whose intensity matches yours and you just want that person. You dream and you desire, because now, sex is not only sex but is also love. You fuck at 10 am but have slow sex in the evening. Whatever this person wants, is theirs. You are opening yourself. Not only literally but metaphorically, as well. And you can only hope this person doesn’t get scared only because you’re so open” 

The whole moment she was talking, people were walking around the artworks. But now, they were all looking at her. Now was the time to close her explanation and kiss her man, the same man that was so attentively looking at her and helping her since the first day. 

“If love is a prose, sex is poetry. From all the artworks I just told you all about it, they all share the same theme but are shown in a different way. From the fog that encapsulates the young woman in Jupiter to the woman with her open legs showing to her lover that everything that is hers is also his. Giving him the privilege to see her in such a tender yet sensual way. Because love and sex are privileges. You can have one without the other, but together they are powerful. Is a privilege because you can’t find that in others so easily. The ones that can see what pleasure is all about, that there is no shame in longing, in wanting, in quivering for someone but also recognize than when you do it all of this with love: Is irreplaceable”

Looking around she saw people with tears in their eyes. Lavignia was so proud of herself. 

“Is a privilege because not everybody can find that. A few people spend all of their lives without knowing the true pleasures of the flesh and others spend their lives wanting to be loved, waiting for someone to fit inside of them just like a puzzle. But, sometimes, all you need is you. The world is quite boring but some people know how to make it colorful, just like those artist that shows us the most inherent sentiment of the human race with the most primal desire of the human race. 

This, is love and sex. Enjoy your night. Thank you.” 

Lavignia could hear the applause. Lovelace went to give her a kiss on the cheek, Nessa and Cathy were hugging her, welcoming her to the family. Journalist wanted to talk to to her. She could see cameras flashing and unknown faces congratulating her. But her focus was in looking for him, and she found him: at the top of the stairs, with a bottle on his hand, he gave her a nod, pointing toward the office door. Lovelace, that was standing right beside her told her to go. 

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The office had baby blue and white walls. That was the first thing she noticed. There was a bathroom and a big window showing the hot Italian summer night. In the middle of the room was a desk and sitting on that same desk, there was a man picking at his nails with a champagne bottle next to him. When he heard the door, he gave her a smile and stood up. 

“I thought you were going to ditch me” 

“No. Just had a lot of people wanting to talk. Sorry” 

“Nothing to be sorry for” he took a step closer to her “can I just start by saying how I’m so fucking proud of you? You gave such a nice speech and you made the theme so much better than what we initially thought. Cheers to that” he gave her a small smile and the bottle. Taking from his hands and drinking a big gulp, the sweet taste of the champagne that had notes of cherry filled her tastes buds. She gave him the bottle back so he could drink and asked him: 

“What was the message you took from everything?” 

“That love and sex is to let yourself go. As you said, it’s a privilege… and what a nice privilege” they were standing in the middle of the room, the sound of the party downstairs was nothing compared to the silent conversation that was happening behind every word they exchanged. 

Harry thought Lavignia looked beautiful with the lights from the night sky illuminating her beautiful face. It was only then and the moon. Their only witness was the moon. He wanted to get a paper and write everything he was thinking. Maybe he would named Her and the moon and would say something among the lines: even the moon takes chances in betting that our love begins tonight. Strong or weak. Happy or sad. 

But they still had so much to talk. So Harry decided to begin: “why were you so harsh to judge? Not only me but everybody here, actually” 

“I think I was intimidated by you. You came telling about your weekend and I could only think ‘he has done more in three days that I have done my entire life. And I don’t know I think when you mix that with the unknown, I ended up misjudging you. More than once. Even when you were always so open to me” she got the champagne, drinking some more “I’m so ashamed for how I treated everybody here. You and Nessa and even Lovelace that first night, drinking everything and passing out.”

“You don’t have to be ashamed, we are family here. And family forgives, right?” he pinched her nose “And yeah, I understand what you mean, we tend to fear the unknown. Were you really discussed by me? And the fact I like a little bit of everything?”

“I think I was jealous,actually.  And I hated myself for the feeling you gave me since last Monday when I saw you walk through the door. But I don’t think I was actually discussed, you know? Not at you, at least. Maybe at myself. It was hard to understand all the feelings I was having  and also understand that feeling all of this is okay” 

“I thought you were beautiful, you know? I was captivated by you since the first day. And we were always on and off during the week. There were days I thought you were finally understanding us and days I was sad because you looked at us as if we were monsters... exept when you start talking about art. That’s beautiful. You lose yourself in it.” 

She was so closer to him now, playing with his rings. Harry noticed little lines on her forehead, like she was thinking about something. 

“You seem like you want to ask me something”

“Do you still want to get to know me? Or have I missed my chance?” He laughed at that. 

“Of course I wanna get to know you.”

In that moment, both of them let go a relieved breath. It was crazy to think about how much could change in one week. Lavignia always thought you could only feel like she was feeling was you know someone for years, but sometimes you have the privilege. 

It was a brand new start, the Sunlight was a reborn for her. And now they were on the same page. They were both open. They both wanted a real chance. 

“Will you be patient with me?” She asked him 

“Always.”

“When are you going to kiss me?”

“When I’m finally inside of you”

“And when is that?”

“In a few hours from now, when the party has died down a little bit”

“I was thinking you were going to kiss me now.”

“Well... we can do other stuff, you know?”

“Like the painting at your house? It’s quite sensual” 

“Look at you. How do you managed to be able to talk like this in just two days”

“You can’t  see it because of the lack of light but I’m blushing right now but... you are right. I had to discover myself. Actually one of your poems helped me, and all of those paintings, they created a good picture in my head.”

“Are you saying you got off to one of my poems?”

She nodded her head. Affirmative. 

“Which one?”

“The one about the fruits”

“Fuck... you are making real hard for me not to kiss you right now”

“Why don’t you?”

“I’m going to. Just not now. If I’m going to kiss you I’m going to do it right. Laying on my bed, with me inside of you. But it doesn’t mean I can’t do something to help you. I can see you’re squishing your thighs.” getting closer to her, he looked right inside her eyes, making her feel dizzy. 

“Tell me, darling. Ever heard about voyeurism?” Harry asked with his deep voice just above a whisper.

She was feeling dizzy. His perfume was increasing all of her nerves. The smell of vanilla marking her melt while the notes of  tobacco was igniting a fire within herself she never felt before”

He got closer again and grabbed her hips “I’m not going to ask again... ever hear of voyeurism?” 

She nodded her head. A negative. 

“Well...it’s when you have satisfaction of watching people engage in sexual situations” he said in a low whisper close to her ear, she was shaking. Harry was walking her backwards till her back was against the desk “I would love to see you hump this pretty table till you get lost in the feeling of a delicious high. And then I’ll take your wet panties from you and put it on my front pocket, close to the part that is aching the most to get to know you” he raised her to sit on the desk, opening her legs in a position her clit was resting on the cold and hard surface “then we are going to mingle. People are going to come to you and talk about how good your speech was. Cathy and Nessa are going to want to take photographs. Poor them, little they know my little girl is without any underwear, wet and waiting for us to get home” he started to help her move her hips on the desk. The first few waves of pleasure passing through her body like little flicks of energy “and then I’ll take you home and fuck you properly for the first time in your life, would you like that, darling?” She nodded her head and he gave her a peck in one of her eyelids “good. But, for all of that to happen I need you to do me a favor and come” 

“Won’t people hear me?” 

“And what’s the matter of that. We are not working anymore. We are enjoying a very sensual party, just like everyone else. And I can promise what we are doing here... everybody down there had done at least two times worse” she was hypnotized by him and his damn perfume “fuck it, right?” 

Fuck it 

Lavignia felt her hips moving more and more. Her toes were turning inside her boots. Harry was whispering dirty nothings close to her ear, leaving light kisses across all of her neck and chest. Holding her tights open, helping her move, sometimes moving his hips closer to her just so she could feel the promise of later. 

Harry let go her trembling body so he could watch her. Taking two steps back he admired her, her body was moving like an erotic dance, one of the straps of her dress was falling of her shoulder, showing him a little bit of the left breast that was covered by the thin fabric of the bra. And then… that was when he saw it: the white stockings. 

“Aren’t you a work of art.. I wish I could paint you right now, make Shiele quiver with jealousy that he didn’t get to capture you” 

She could feel her orgasm approaching, the little flicks of pleasure growing stronger the harder she rolled her hips on the hardwood table. 

“When we get home, I’m going to spread you open, I’m going to kiss and lick every single part of you. I might have to sell my soul just to not come to soon because my body it’s so hot for you. So so hot. Come on, little darling. Come for me” 

And she came.

 Like an avalanche starting from between her legs and making her whole body treble, forming incoherent words and losing its strength. But before she could fall off the desk, his body was back, holding her close and telling her to breath. Taking care of her. 

When she came down completely of her high he took her panties off. She was wide eyes when he smelled and said to himself something among the lines of “delicious”. 

This was only the start of tonight.

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The wind was hitting Lavignia in the face, getting closer to his neck. His Harley was running around the Italian streets. She no longer felt ashamed for the thoughts going round her head in comparison to their first ride together. 

After their little encounter at the office they went downstairs holding hands. Getting funny looks and a thumbs up from Nessa and Cathy and a smile from Lovelace. 

They danced with people, looked at all of the artwork together for the billionth time, Harry introduced her to a designer that was at the opening and a few other people. When they noticed it was close to 2 am and people were leaving. 

They stayed to help to dismount the stage and be sure nothing happened to the pieces but Lovelace told them to go home. 

So now it was 3 am and Lavignia was taking advantages of her position behind Harry to stuck her nose in his hair and take in his smell. Maybe she needed to see a doctor. She was addicted to his perfume. 

When they finally reached his place, Harry gave her his key to open a little gate so he could park the motorcycle. She noticed that he had a very yellow BMW. 

“Not that I don’t like the Harley but how come you never drive this beauty?” 

“The gallery is so close from my place that I don’t see a reason why. But, I’ll take you for a ride anyday. How ‘bout that?”

She nodded her head while still looking at the car but the moment Harry touched her back, indicating to go in through the backdoor, she stopped everything to follow him. 

They were back to the black and white kitchen. Harry took of his white blazer, now only with the white tank top and the trousers. She could finally see his tattoos now. The naked mermaid, the ship. Lavignia was so hypnotized by him that she didn’t move from the door. 

“See something that you like, darling?” He asked putting the pink glasses on the table together with his blazer. Lavignia didn’t answer anything, closing the door, she walked towards him. Taking off her shoes and putting her purse on the table as well. 

“Can I get you anything?” He asked “some wine” she hugged his middle and nodded her head in a negative “or maybe water? Something to eat?” She noticed his smirk, he was living to tease her, but it was a week long teasing “little darling, if you don’t say anything I’m just going to keep asking. Put those pretty red lips up to good use and tell me what you want” 

“You made me a promise early tonight…” 

“Hey, come on… to be shy on me now” he was so close, the heat of his body could be felt in her back, he was closer and closer till… oh, he was already hard? 

“You said you were going to kiss me…” 

“I was going to kiss when…” 

“You…” she could do it, she could say it “when you are finally inside of me” 

“That’s my girl, come up”

He lead her towards the stairs. Lavignia wanted to see every artwork he had around the house but she was too focused on him (and his damn perfume). Soon enough they were in front of a dark wood door. 

His room had light pink walls, tall floor to ceiling windows and in the middle of the room a huge bed with a canopy. He told her to feel comfortable and she went to sit on the bed with her feet barely touching the ground. 

“Don’t you look pristine sitting all straight and proper. You can get more comfortable darling, I swear the bed isn’t going to bite you” 

He was kneeling in front of her, with both arms at each side of her body. 

“Why are you on your knees?” 

“Because I’m going to pray”

“I didn’t know people prayed before having sex” she joked

“Darling you can’t be serious”  she laughed and he was stuck admiring her but then she stopped at looked at the painting he had on the wall 

“Is that the 1910 painting by Luigi Russollo?” 

“Yeah, I like the way he uses his synesthesia to make the most sensual paintings” he kissed her cheekbones and started making his way down her neck, using his hands to fiddle with her dress. But he wasn’t done yet, we wanted to make her blush a little more “so… can I begging my prayer?” 

When she nodded her head he attacked her left breast over the dress, she was lightly moaning and he was getting dizzy. She was the best type of drug, every little thing seemed to me a new feeling for her and he wanted to watch her while she discovered more and more of the pleasures of the flash. 

“It’s too hot” she said is a whisper 

“Can I take of your dress?” Giving him a small yes, she helped him take of her dress, now, only in her bras and white stocking. She looked like a goodness, deserving its place with next with the Aphrodite back in the gallery. 

Harry used his hands to make her lay and opened her legs. He they started to kiss her legs, going up to the inside of her thigh, when she could feel his breath, he went to her other leg and made the same path. 

When he felt like both of her legs were full of loving,  he kissed just above her little point of pleasure, just to see how she would react. She whispered a little “stay” and he couldn’t wait anymore, he has to pray, he couldn’t delay it anymore so he just gave a full lick from her opening to her mound. Playing with her labia but never touching her clit, he wanted her swollen for him. Anxious for his lips, longing for his cock. 

Using the tip of his fingers, he was playing with her opening, but never actually penetrating her. When he thought she was getting loud enough, he started to suck at her clit the same moment his middle finger entered her. Using a come here motion, he found the button inside of her. 

Lavignia felt like she was in heaven, she was being adored by this man’s mouth and hands. She wanted more, she needed more. Trying to move her hips towards his mouth to get an even better feeling. 

Normally, Harry would hold the person down, but Lavignia looked like an angel and she had such a sweet taste. He just couldn’t so he gave her everything he could and let her take anything she wanted from his mouth and fingers. 

It didn’t take long till she was a trembling mess. Her release was sweet like honey and the most enjoyable thing to watch. 

While she was calming down from her high, Harry got up and took of his shirt, he was sweating too much. Then he help her up the bed and started to kiss her eyelids and comp his finger through her hair. 

“Hi” she said 

“Hey” he gave her a peck on the tip of her nose “do you want anything? Maybe water?” 

“No” she used her leg to press the tent that was appearing in his crotch area “I want what you promised me”

“Are you sure? We can do it tomorrow, I don’t mind if you’re tired. You came pretty hard” 

“Please, I want to feel you” 

“Okay” 

He was hers. Anything she wanted, he would give to her. So, her wish was his command. He stood on his knees and opened his pants never taking his eyes off of her. 

Lavignia was feeling her body burn so much. She was close to the point of hyperventilating, the moment she saw his member spread free. 

“No underwear?” 

“It gets in the way” 

When they were both fully naked (with the exception of her white stocking, “this one stays” he told her) and he was on top of her, he took one of her hands and asked if she has done that before. 

“A few times, almost five years ago” 

“I’ll go slow. Please, hold my hand and tell me if it hurts too badly” 

When she nodded, Harry got hold of himself and started to massage her with it, her clit, her labia, trying to get himself wet with her moisture. That’s when he remembered “on that nightstand I have a lube, it’s water based and smells like orange. Would you mind if I used a bit on both of us? It might help to ease myself into you” 

“Sure” she said with har breath starting to pick up again. So Harry for the bottle and warned her it might be a bit cold. 

Using the gel with both of his fingers, he got in easy, making the same come here movements and sliding his finger out with a “pop” sound. 

When he went to pass on his own dick, she stopped him and with a shy voice asked if she could do it for him. And he said yes. 

So she used both of her hands to be able to get his entire shaft and massaged him, up and down, squeezing when she got to the base and using the top of her finger when it was the head, all following his instructions. 

“Stop” he told her “if you continue I’ll come before we even start and I don’t think I can’t handle anymore” 

So, they were back to the same position as before, he on top of her, both of her legs were intertwined with his, his left hand on her right hand and they mouths finally close to each other.

When he started to enter her, she felt a small burn. It wasnt bad, but she isn’t didn’t knew if it was good. He was slowly easing himself and after a while she decided that it was a good type of burn. 

When Harry was all the way in he finally said: “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” 

It was a weird first kiss, but it was perfect. He was inside of her in more ways than he could explain. People say that when you have sex, even if it’s a one night stand, your essence connects with person, and they were connecting in a way that it was rare in any galaxy. 

Then he started to move, painfully slow, they didn’t have anywhere to go, that was no reason to rush. 

“You know, it’s not going to be good for my ego if I come too soon” he told her 

“After a week of reading I was hope for you to blow my mind not to blow your shot too soon” 

“Heeeet, that’s mean” 

He was loving it, he was having sex with the most amazing girl and they were still able to have that banter he loved so much. God, he was going to fall in love with her. He could feel it. 

After that, they let their bodies to the talking. She was moaning and so was he. It was sweet. It was hot. It was everything love and sex is all about. 

When they were done, Harry got them water from the kitchen and a banana. Then she wanted to do it again, so they did it, this time against the bedpost. When they were done, they talked for hours, finally getting to know each other. They feel asleep the sun was already high in the sky and there wasn’t any worry  or shame for her neither any pain for him. They were cured and were ready to begin another journey, this time with one another, another day, another sunlight. 

Day 7: a balcony in Italy https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Paintings-Bedroom-Balcony-In-Italy/1131921/4490457/view

She woke up alone inside the bed, completely naked with the exception of the satin sheets. There was a single sunflower resting on top of the tiny desk next to the bed with a simple paper that read: 

Good morning, bunny 

Get out of the room and take a left. You will find a round wooden stairs that will lead you to the balcony. I’m waiting you for breakfast. 

Getting a purple robe that smelled just like Harry she went upstairs, finding a suspended garden with all types of flowers she could think. There was an old table  that looked from 1930, on top of the same table there was fruits and pancakes. The sunlight was shining from the big balcony, letting the Italian summer fill their lungs and eyes. 

She found Harry sitting  on one of the chairs, wearing a green and white striped shirt with washed blue jeans. She could see he had shaven because there was no scruff but his mustache was still there.  Just from looking at it she feels a chill running down from her back till it reaches her most private parts at the memory of the same mustache passing across all of her body in his always there teasing manner. 

Harry didn’t see Lav at first, but he did listened to her footsteps. Writing something in his journal, not touching his food. Waiting for her. 

“You know... how long are you planning on staring at me? Should I get naked to make it better for you?” He said with a smile on his face, finally looking at her with a shine inside his eyes. One that hasn’t left since they made up yesterday. 

“Sorry I didn’t...”

“Bunny you can stare at me all you want. But I bet you’re hungry, so why don’t you come here and eat with me?”

Lavignia started to walk towards Harry but he stopped her: 

“Naked” that made her pause all of her movements. “Take of your robe love, and come and sit on my lap. Let’s eat together, shall we? I wanna be close to you” Messing with her tangled curls she looked around and at the balcony: what if someone sees me? 

But it only took one look at Harry to know that there is no problem because even if someone sees them: fuck it, right? Isn’t that what she learned from this crazy week?

So she took off her robe, trying to look Harry in the eyes, no matter how much she wanted to look at the ground. Walking towards him, she won a beautiful smile as a present for her courage. 

Now, on his lap, with her back against his front, she relaxed. Maybe was his smell - the fant reminder of the perfume and sex - or the way he kissed the back of her neck and passed his hands through her hair. 

“So what do you want?  We have coffee,orange juice. Bread and eggs. Pancakes and fruits.” 

“Isn’t a bit late to be eating breakfast? It’s almost 3 pm” 

“I mean... we did go to bed almost 8 am. And I see there is nothing bad with having breakfast for lunch” 

With that Harry served her first (she wanted strawberries and pancakes) and then choose a slide of watermelon to start his meal - god knows how much they needed to eat after the night rolling around the bed. 

“How did you have the time to make such a big breakfast?” 

“Oh, I only made the pancakes” he said using his free hand to caress her right thigh “was planning on getting you breakfast in bed, and all of that. You know how smitten I am with you, bunny” he gave her a pitch on the cheek but continued talking: “But Lovelace sent this big breakfast as a thank you for the success that was the opening night yesterday. So I thought: change of plans. Organized everything here and left the note for you. But it didn’t take long because I don’t think I waited more than 20 minutes till you showed up using the robe even if I was very clear that you should come naked” he said giving her a funny look, pretending to be disappointed. 

“Well... I don’t see you being naked” 

“That can be arranged in 30 seconds, if you want” 

She laughed and they continued to eat, the only sounds they could listen was the birds and the faint radio from someone outside, playing a romantic yet cheesy Italian song none of them ever heard. 

Harry was using his free hand to tease her. Pressing his leg upon her mound. She was getting wet, feeling the heat of June so much hotter than actually way,  like she was inside a stove. 

“So, is here that you and your...” Lavignia was curious about his miscellany in bed, but she didn’t want him to feel mad or think she was jealous, she was just curious “guests “yeah, she choose the right word “here to refresh?” 

Harry laughed: “my guests never actually even been here or my bedroom” 

“Oh, so I’m different from all of them?” 

Harry turned her around on his lap,  with both of her legs each side of his waist. He took her head in both hands with a serious look: 

“From the moment I saw you I was captivated. When I noticed how different you were I was so afraid you wouldn’t give me a chance because I have had my fair share of broken heart: from being cheated on to people who just said I can’t imagine the father of my children dressing the way you do all of that hurts, you know? I always give everything of me to the world but I never see the return of something that could be meaningful. And I think you mean something. I know you for only a week but there is a piece of me that wants to get to know you, fuck, even if you didn’t wanted to try and open up for life I would still find a way to be in your life either way. There is something inside those honey colored eyes that made me get so lost inside of them that I started to talk so much nonsense the day we met” he shook his head in a sign of denial “ I know I am a bit out of the usual guy but the first thing you heard from me was about a three way I had just the weekend before, that is no way to met someone you would wanna take out on a date, right” 

“No. I was intimidated. I still am. There is so much I don’t know about the world and I only found out when I walked through that gallery door.” 

“I think we balance each other and I can’t wait to figure it out more of us. If you want” 

“I would like that” 

“So, can I take you out on a date?” 

“Isn’t this a date?” 

“No, I wanna proper wine and dine you. Maybe take you to the movies. Fleetwood Mac is coming to Rome next month, we can have a little weekend getaway together” 

“Okay. You can take me on a date” 

He kissed her with fire in his soul after this. He was so used to being used just for his body or people with the dream of being one of his muses. And now he finally had a chance to start something amazing with this shy girl who is thrust so much in him. 

“Good. Now that is settled, I wanna try something.” 

He raised her up to her feet, opening his pants just enough to free his semi erect cock: “come and sit on me” 

She looked at him with questioning in his eyes: “what about breakfast?” 

“We are going to eat breakfast, come on” and with that she carefully sat on him. Both of them growling. 

He took her plate and gave her a bite of the pancake. Everything seemed surreal for her: he was growing bigger inside of her and she was getting wetter. Every time she tried to move to get a bit of friction he would stop her. So there was only one thing for her to do: accept the food in her mouth and watch when he took bites of his watermelon looking at her. There was just something so erotic about everything. 

“You know” Lavignia said when they were done and Harry rested their plate on the table “you are stuffing me full both ways right now” with that joke they started to laugh together 

“One week ago you wouldn’t say this” Harry noted “I’m proud of you bunny. So proud that I’m going to give you a reward. 

She looked at him, questioning. But he just took his hand and tapped her lips saying: 

“Open up” she opened her mouth “tongue out” 

And he did what she wasn’t expecting but it wasn’t a surprise at all: he sucked her to the inside of his mouth. Using his right hand to pull her hair while the other was getting down her body. 

“Tastes just like strawberries, so fitting for this summer evening” He said before going in for more. 

They started to kiss and his fingers were playing lightly with her clit. Never giving the pleasure necessary but always there... remembering her of the feeling of him inside and outside of her. 

The more they kissed faster he would move his hand in her intimate parts while the other was manhandling her, with a strong grip on her hair, she couldn’t move. She was completely at his mercy. 

When they both couldn’t take it anymore, Harry got hold of her hips, lifting her up and slamming her down his body, sending sparks through both of their bodies. 

In that moment, she was stuck with the feeling of him he was the only thing that mattered. If someone could see them from the balcony: so be it. Even being on top, he was the one making her move. She couldn’t wait till the day she’d have the courage to be the one in charge. 

“I’m not gonna last long” said Harry “sorry” 

“It’s okay...” she said moaning. She was close to coming but from the sounds and the beating of Harry’s heart against her own: he was closer. Following her instinct she started to roll her hips every time he slammed her down, biting his neck and moaning in his ear: just for him. 

It didn’t take long till Harry’s movements got a bit out rhythm so she said: “fill me up, come on. I need to feel you, to see you” 

Harry was a goner. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth. He looked like an angel, if angels could be naughty as him. 

When he opened his eyes, there was this adoration inside the way he looked at her. It was so loving that Lavignia said a little “oh” when he simply got up with her on his lap,used his hand to get whatever was on his way and her threw her on the desk, in the middle of the food, books, flowers. 

He got down on his knees, looked at her through hooded eyes, mouth close to where she needed him the most and said: “second breakfast”

And third. 

And forth. 

The end

Oh, God, this was almost one moth of work and I’m so glad it all turned out just like I wanted, but first, i need to thank someone.

This fic exists thanks to the book “Woman, myth and godness”, it’s a book about the represetation of the woman inside arts, literature. It was how I found out about Sunlight, and fell in love with the concept.

And last but not least: I decided to use an OC because she had such a strong personality I needed to give her a name. If anyone is curious the faceclaim is a south american singer from the 70s called Gal Costa, so yaaay for poc charecter.

Anyway, I hope you guys like it!

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Texas playlist

If you’re gonna play in Texas, ya gotta have a fiddler in the band!

I love Texas! I always have a blast whenever I drop by that state and the music from there is like nowhere else in the world. What is it about Texas that just...something in the air perhaps. I was there last Xmas (2019) and wish I was again this Xmas time. I had my Texas playlist on in the car the whole time and it felt terrific. Hope you enjoy this Texas playlist. Any bands or songs I forgot to put in there? Let me know.

001 The Sword - Hawks and Serpents 002 Walker: Texas Ranger theme song 003 ZZ Top - tube snake boogie 004 Roky Erickson & The Aliens - I Think of Demons 005 Ministry - No W 006 Necrophagia - Return to Texas 007 Townes Van Zandt -  To Live Is To Fly 008 Alan Jackson - Dallas 009 Mel Tillis/Willie Nelson - Texas On A Saturday Night 010 Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble -  Cold Shot 011 Nashville Pussy - From Hell To Texas 012 Dallas TV show theme song 013 Waylon Jennings - People In Dallas Got Hair 014 Saxon - Dallas 1 PM 015 Pantera - Becoming 016 JOHNNY WINTER  - Dallas 017 Rigor Mortis -   Poltergeist 018 Galactic Cowboys - I want you (kiss) 019 Charlie Daniels Band - Trudy 020 Absu -  Amy 021 Moon Martin - hot nite in Dallas 022 Steven Seagal & Thunderbox - She Dat Pretty 023 13th Floor Elevators - Youre Gonna Miss Me 024 Alabama - if you’re gonna play in Texas 025 WASP - Blind In Texas 026 Reverend Horton Heat - Let Me Teach You How To Eat 027 Chris LeDoux - Dallas Days and Fort Worth Nights 028 Lone Ranger theme song 029 Sir Mix a Lot - Jump On It 030 ZZ Top - Tush 031 Mark Chesnutt - Blame It on Texas 032 Johnny Winters - Redneck Anthem 033 Today Is the Day - Outlaw 034 The Rolling Stones - Rip This Joint   035 Mark Chesnutt - Goin Through The Big D   036 Exhorder -  Desecrator 037 King of the Hill theme song 038 Johnny Cash - Rockabilly Blues   039 Ministry -  Fear (Is Big Business) 040 Faith No More -  Ugly in the Morning 041 Graves At Sea -  The Waco 177 042 In This Moment -  The Last Cowboy 043 Antero Sleeps - whispers and stardust 044 The Charlie Daniels Band - Waco 045 Rigor Mortis -  Flesh For Flies 046 Clutch -  Texan Book Of The Dead 047 Concrete Blonde - Ghost Of A Texas Ladies` Man 048 Cavalera Conspiracy -  Burn Waco 049 Absu -  Night Fire Canonization 050 Pantera - Cowboys from hell 051 Waylon Jennings - T is for Texas 052 Frank Black and the Catholics -  San Antonio 053 Comanche Riding Song - American Indian Flute Music 054 Luis Bacalov -  Django 055 Tony Christie - IS THIS THE WAY TO AMARILLO 056 Raveonettes - Somewhere In Texas 057 Willie Nelson - San Antonio 058 Butthole Surfers   - Who Was In My Room Last Night? 059 Roky Erickson & The Aliens -  If You Have Ghosts 060 Bubba Ho-Tep theme song 061 Primus - Wynona's Big Brown Beaver 062 Garry Lee - The Rodeo Song (Album Version) 063 Heavy as Texas - Blind   064 Dax Riggs - I Hear Satan 065 Lee Womak & Willie Nelson - San Antonio Rose 066 Clutch -  Book, Saddle, And Go 067 Janis Joplin - Me And Bobby McGee   068 Johnny Cash - Remember the Alamo 069 Mark Lanegan -  Two Horses 070 ZZ Top - La Grange 071 Pairie League - San Antonio 072 Exulcerate  -  Forklift Abortion 073 Ministry - Jesus Built My Hotrod 074 David Allan Coe - Long Haired Redneck 075 Explosions In The Sky - Last Known Surroundings 076 Buddy Ace - Houston 077 Kenny Rogers - Planet Texas 078 MAMMOTH GRINDER - Servant of the Most High   079 LARD - Peeling Back The Foreskin Of Liberty 080 Eddy Raven - San Antonio Nights 081 Rolling Stones - Luxury 082 At the Drive - A Devil Among the Tailors   083 Big Bopper - Big Boppers Wedding 084 Thin Lizzy - Cowboy Song   085 Kruger -  The cowboy song 086 Jerry Lee Lewis - Lincoln Limousine   087 Ray Wylie Hubbard   - Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother 088 Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris & Linda Ronstadt - He Rode All The Way To Texas 089 Dean Martin - Houston 090 Bobby Willis - Remember The Alamo 091 Butthole Surfers -  Birds 092 Johnny Cash - Bonanza 093 Hank Williams Jr - Dixie on my mind 094 ZZ Top  - Heaven Hell Or Houston 095 Tanya Tucker - San Antonio Stroll 096 Ministry -  Rio Grande Blood 097 Roy Orbison - Only The Lonely 098 Motorhead -  Outlaw 099 The Monkees - What Am I Doing Hangin Round   100 Clutch - A Quick Death in Texas 101 R.E.M - Houston 102 Ennio Morricone -  The Good, the Bad and the Ugly 103 JOE TEX - SHOW ME 104 Melvins - Grave Yard 105 Lou Reed - The Day John Kennedy Died 106 Stevie Knicks - Too Far From Texas 107 Pure Prairie League - Amie   108 The Cult - Outlaw 109 Blake Shelton -  Austin 110 Reverend Horton Heat - Baby I'm Drunk 111 ZZ Top - Sharp Dressed Man   112 The Beach Boys - Long Tall Texan   113 Johnny Cash - Austin prison 114 Steve Earle  - Telephone Road 115 Misfits - Bullet 116 Steve Earl and the Del McCoury Band - Texas Eagle 117 The Jesus Lizard - One Evening 118 Duel - Witchbanger 119 The Sword -  Tres Brujas 120 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Austin Night 121 The Fabulous Thunderbirds -  Tuff Enuff 122 Buddy Holly - Rave on! 123 Britny Fox - Fun in Texas 124 The Byrds - He was a friend of mine   125 Izzy Stradlin - Texas 126 Power Trip - Firing Squad 127 Mystery Jets - Lost In Austin 128 A.C  - Walker Texas Corpse 129 Johnny Paycheck - 11 Months And 29 Days   130 Gary Moore - Texas Strut 131 Bubbha Thomas & The Lightmen - Sweet Ray 132 Johnny Cash  - Texas-1947 133 Bryan Ferry the Dags - Prairie Rose   134 Ministry -  Senor Peligro 135 Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention - Inca Roads   136 The Bobby Fuller Four - I Fought The Law 137 Roky Erickson - The Damn Thing 138 Little Texas - Amys Back In Austin 139 Shearwater - Breaking the Yearlings   140 Dennis Linde - Strange Groove 141 D.R.I. - Tear It Down 142 The Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil 143 DLR Band - Little Texas 144 Clutch -  Day Of The Jackalope 145 Charlie Daniels - Uneasy Rider 88 146  Ray Wylie Hubbard   - Redneck Mother 147 Pantera -  Burnnn! 148 Barbara Anne Lynn - You'll Lose A Good Thing 149 Tanya Tucker   - Texas When I Die   150 King Diamond -  Black Hill Sanitarium 151 Terry Allen - Amarillo Highway (For Dave Hickey) 152 Johnny Cash - All Around Cowyboy   153 Faith No More - Midnight Cowboy 154 The Charlie Daniels Band  - Sweetwater Texas 155 Wo Fat - lost on the highway 156 Thor & Friends - Medieval 157 Street Sects - 269 Soulmates 158 Fair to Midland - Amarillo Sleeps on My Pillow 159 Meat Loaf - Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul 160 Jerry Cantrell - Bargain Basement Howard Hughes 161 IGGY POP - Houston Is Hot Tonight 162 Sabbath Assembly  - Shadows_Revenge 163 King Diamond -  Give Me Your Soul 164 Flat Worms  - Goodbye Texas 165 Solitude Aeturnus - Waiting for the light 166 Lynda Kay - Town Without Pity 167 King Curtis - Instant Groove 168 Ishemic Necrosis - Acute Myocarditis 169 Ministry -  The Last Sucker 170 Jon Wayne - Texas Funeral 171 Faith No More - Midnight Cowboy 172 Mark Putney - Todays Man 173 OCEANS OF SLUMBER - Pray for Fire 174 Samaritan Quell - Growth Of The Black Snake 175 Texas - I Don't Want A Lover 176 Uncle Lucius - Keep the wolves away 177 Whiskey Myers - Die rockin 178 SWANS - Screen shot 179 Jon Wayne - Texas funeral 180 ZZ Top - Legs 666 Pantera - Mouth for War

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might b a tuff one but series: alien/predator franchise

Oh you know this is one of the toughest questions ...sorry I'm stuck on Mobile too

For Alien

Favourite Character: Dr. Elizabeth Shaw, this is a no brainer

Second Favourite: Bishop, like any smart person you have to love Bishop

Least Favourite: David8, also a no brainer

The character I'm most like: Probably Lambert! I liked Lambert and I too stress cry when I'm overwhelmed and/or being chased by an alien organism

Favourite Pairing: Shaw and Daniels, I know they're together in the universe where Alien Covenant was good

Least Favourite: Shaw and David should count as a crime. Shaw and her mean-ass fiancee should count to

Favourite Moment: Alien Resurrection WHEN PURVIS USED THE CHESTBURSTER AS A WEAPON. ONE OF THE GREATEST SCENES IN CINEMA

Rating out of 10: 9 for sure, 10 would be if Alien Covenant was good

Predator

Favourite Character: LOVE Shafer from the comics, he's so funny

Second Favourite: Scarface from the Concrete Jungle game, he had a LOOK

Least Favourite: Everyone in that weird ass prison riot story, that story SUCKED

Character I'm most like: I'm not butch enough for the Predator Universe ...cannot kin ...

Favourite Pairing: The Pirate and Predator from that one-shot

Least Favourite: IDK, Predator series don't really have pairings

Favourite Moment: The end of the Concrete Jungle comic where it starts raining and the Predator starts laughing, it was SUCH a good spooky bit. That or the scene in the Concrete Jungle comic where Shafer is watching cartoons

Rating out of 10: 7 because the comics got weird and racist at times

Aliens vs Predator

Favourite Character: Alexa Woods or Caryn Delacroix, it's a toss-up

Second Favourite: Ahab or Celtic!

Least Favourite: Anytime Michael Weyland shows up, games or movies. That or the fucked up AI from Deadliest of the Species

Character I'm most like: The Scottish dude from AvP

Favourite Pairing: Lex and Scar is always the true favourite of any AvP fan, but Caryn and Big Mama is a very close second

Least Favourite: I hate Caryn with men, she's gay, dude

Favourite Moment: That fucking jump and twist move Scar does to stab the Queen in the movie

Rating out of 10: 9 because I like the cross over universe the most ...