#everyone looks at her best friend's cleavage like that and licks her lips afterwards. just a girl thing right

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Maude Season 4 episode 14: The Christmas Party

That time in Maude when Bea and Rue made some Acting Choices™

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Stages - Part 2

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,780

Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.

A/N: Well, well, well. I obviously lost control and wrote a long-ass part lmfao

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TWO: DENIAL

On the day you landed your first job, Nat decided that a night out must take place in order to celebrate. All your college friends were there: Bucky, Nat, Steve and Sam. All of you hopped from one bar to another, took body shots, played beer pong— basically, it was a crazy, wild night.

Knowing that you didn’t have the best tolerance for alcohol, Bucky kept his eye on you the entire night. He always made sure that you were safe whenever you all went clubbing and that night was no exception. Although he was extra protective of you and this didn’t go unnoticed.

“Someone do a body shot on me!” You screamed and hopped on top of the bar counter, earning cheers from everyone in the club.

“Quick, take a video of this!” Sam nudged Nat who immediately fished her phone out of her pocket.

Bucky restlessly stayed close to you to make sure that you weren’t going to do something stupid. You didn’t need to have alcohol in running in your system to do crazy shit, what more if you were actually shit-faced drunk.

“Put the salt on her tits!” Nat yelled.

Bucky glared at her and then turned to Steve with a shocked expression on his face, “What the actual fuck?”

Steve chuckled and shook his head, “Well, what’s new?”

More cheers erupted from the crowd when you sat on the bar counter and let the bartender dust some salt into your cleavage.

“Any volunteers?” He asked.

“I’ll take the shot.”

Bucky’s ears perked at the voice of a guy, probably around your age. He was tall and lean, he was good-looking to be honest. But Bucky didn’t like his aura. At all. He didn’t like how the guy eyed you from head to toe, how he licked his lips as he squeezed through the crowd to get to you like a predator stalking its prey.

The guy was up to no good, Bucky could tell.

“You ready?” The bartender asked you.

“I was born ready!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, eyes lidded as the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed began to take over your senses.

Bucky could feel his blood boil with how the guy was too touchy as he waited for the bartender to give him his shot. The way his hands squeezed your waist, how they slid lower so he could get a feel of your ass. Or how he kept on whispering to your ear, his lips brushing against your cheek as you merely chuckled in your drunken stupor.

The bartender handed the shot glass to the guy and it was at that moment that Bucky knew that he wasn’t going to let the guy have his way with you.

“Hell fucking no.” Bucky said and rushed over to you, snatching the shot glass from the guy and gulping it down in one go.

“No body shots tonight, everybody. Have a great night!” Bucky said as he ushered you away from the perv.

The crowd booed Bucky as he glared at the guy who looked ready to deck him. Thank god for Steve who placed a heavy hand on the guy’s shoulder, squeezing it as a warning.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve pointed out.

Bucky pushed you away from the crowd despite your protests, “The fuck is wrong with you?” You slurred.

Bucky deadpanned, “That sleazy fucker was about to swallow your tits.” He said, sitting you down on one of the couches in the club.

You pouted, “I have salt all over my boobs.” You said, looking down at your cleavage before looking up at Bucky through your lashes as he stood in front of you.

Bucky blushed at how fucking innocent you looked, something he never really noticed about you until now. The way your eyes fluttered in an attempt to keep them open, how your cheeks were flushed from the tequila running through your body.

“Well, if you didn’t volunteer to do a fucking body shot then you wouldn’t have that problem.” Bucky scolded you, turning to Steve and grabbing the glass of water he had brought for you to drink.

“Here, drink.” Bucky instructed you, pushing the glass of water into your face.

You shook your head, “Clean it up first.” you told him.

“Clean what?” Bucky asked.

“The salt on my boobs. Clean it.” you said with a pout, finally drinking the glass of water and burping out loud afterwards, making Bucky cringe.

“Fuck no, wipe it off with a tissue. I’m not licking salt off of your chest.” He said.

“You’re no fun, Barnes.” You huffed out. “Imma go...fuck...I wanna throw up.” You hiccupped and stood up, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.

Bucky approached Nat and nagged her to follow you into the bathroom to make sure you were fine.

“You know, you’re acting strange.” Nat observed with a sly grin. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.” She teased.

“First of all, that’s gross. And second, everyone knows how much of a pain in my ass she is when drunk. I’m preventing said pain in my ass, that’s all.” Bucky defended. “Now go and follow her, make sure she throws up in the toilet and not on the ground.” Bucky said and pushed Nat towards the direction of the bathroom.

“Fuck no, I’m not cleaning up her mess. Why don’t you go instead?” Nat complained before walking away.

Bucky? In love with you?

“Me? In love with her? Gross.” Bucky uttered under his breath, unable to notice that Nat was smirking as she walked away and disappeared into the dance floor.

Bucky snapped out of his trance when he heard Sam’s voice calling for him. He grunted when he looked around and saw that Nat had disappeared. Looking over at Sam who was watching drunken girls squeal as they rushed out of the bathroom, he figured out that you failed to reach the toilet before actually puking.

Running a hand through his hair, Bucky quickly ran to the bathroom and sighed when he saw you kneeling by the entrance, your vomit pooling around your knees.

“Good god.” he huffed and bent over to pick you up, “I fucking knew you wouldn’t make it. C’mere.” he said and brought you over to the sink.

Bucky made sure to hold your hair, keeping it away from your face as you continued to throw up for the next minute.

“You’re disgusting, Christ.” Bucky said as he watched you heave out a couple more times before whining.

“My throat is burning and the world is spinning.” you sang, gripping onto the edge of the sink to steady yourself.

Seeing how fucking drunk you were, Bucky turned on the faucet and began cleaning you up almost drowning you when he continuously splashed water onto your face. He then took out his handkerchief, soaked it in water and began wiping your arms and legs which had remnants of your vomit.

“Bucky.” you slurred as you leaned against the sink while Bucky was bent down, cleaning up your legs.

He hummed in response but didn’t say anything.

“Buckyyy, bonky boo...booboo...” you giggled.

Bucky looked up at you with a confused look on his face, “The fuck are you saying?”

“Are you my boyfriend?” you suddenly asked.

“How many fucking shots did you take?” Bucky asked as he stood up, unable to bite back his amusement at your antics.

“What’s your shirt made of, huh? Boyfriend material? ‘Cause you look like a boyfriend...my boyfriend.” you said and laughed, throwing your head back.

Bucky felt his heart flutter as he gazed at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You looked so carefree with your head thrown back as you laughed. Even with your face all wet from the water and your hair sticking on your forehead, you looked really pretty. Hell, you smelled like vomit and yet Bucky found himself adoring you as you kept giggling and slurring your words.

Nat’s words rang in his head like an alarm, sending his senses into overdrive and panic.

If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re in love with your best friend.

As if it was all the wake up call that he needed, Bucky’s eyes went wide as he shook his head.

“Fuck no.” he said as he stared at you, neck and ears red at all the weird thoughts crowding his brain.

He began slapping your cheek gently, “You look ugly and you smell like vomit. Definitely not girlfriend material.” he said and it was most likely directed at himself rather than at you.

As if he was reminding himself that you were still the same girl in college who had the ugliest haircut he had ever seen.

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“God, I fucking hate these heels.” You complained as you bent down to fix the strap while you gripped Bucky’s arm for support.

“Maybe if you actually listened to me and bought the other pair I showed you, you wouldn’t be whining like a fucking bitch.” Bucky complained as he watched you fiddle with the straps every now and then.

“That pair was hideous!” You told Bucky as you straightened up, your hand still wrapped around his arm.

“Hideous but comfortable. Don’t make me fucking carry you when you finally decide to give up on those damn shoes.” He said, waving over at the waiter passing by to grab some champagne.

Bucky frowned when he saw someone arrive at the reception of your cousin’s wedding. He quickly handed you the glass of champagne, “You’re gonna need this.” He whispered, tipping his head towards your father who just showed up.

You knew that your father will be attending your cousin’s wedding, it was the reason why your mom who was supposedly your plus one, decided not to go. So automatically, you had asked Bucky to accompany you knowing that you’ll be seeing your father again after the divorce, ten years ago.

If only you didn’t love your cousin, you would’ve ditched her wedding for sure.

Your breath hitched when you followed the direction of Bucky’s eyes. True enough, your father was there and he wasn’t alone; someone younger was clutching his arm, smiling sheepishly at your aunts and uncles that your father had approached. You downed the champagne in one go and wished it was enough to loosen up your nerves.

“Can you stop squeezing my arm?” Bucky asked, feeling your fingers clench around his elbow tightly.

Your grip on Bucky tightened even more when your father’s gaze landed on you. The closer he got to where you and Bucky stood, the tighter you held onto Bucky.

“Breathe.” Bucky bent down to whisper to you as he gently removed your hand from his arm so he could place it on the small of your back for support.

“Wow. Hi.” Your father greeted you with a smile. He glanced over at Bucky and tipped his head in acknowledgment.

Bucky offered a tight-lipped smile before focusing his attention on you. You looked pale, not even your make-up managed to give color to your face at that moment.

“How have you been? It’s been...so long.” Your father asked and Bucky could tell that the question was genuine.

But he also knew that you hated your father with a passion and that no matter how sincere he would be, it wouldn’t be enough for you to forgive him. It was as if you spaced out and if Bucky hadn’t gently tapped your back, you wouldn’t have responded.

“I’m good.” You stated, voice small and shaky.

Bucky noticed that your father too didn’t know what to do or say. The both of you just remained still with unspoken questions hanging in the air. The woman beside your father must’ve felt that awkward atmosphere and cleared her throat.

“Hi, I’m Diana. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She chirped and extended a hand.

Bucky watched as your eyes slowly went from Diana’s face down to her hand where two rings sat on her finger, one with a princess-cut diamond and the other, a simple silver band but with tiny diamonds studded around it.

“You’re married?” You asked your father, leaving Diana’s hand hanging in the air awkwardly.

“You actually remarried.” You bitterly chuckled. “For how long?” You asked.

Bucky’s hand on your back was now wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady on your feet.

Your father opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was then that Bucky understood the gravity of the situation. You’d told him about your parents’ divorce, how they slowly started to lose interest in each other and how they ended up fighting daily. All these years you thought that it was a simple falling out, that one day they both woke up knowing that they no longer loved each other.

Diana straightened her posture, “Ten years.” She responded.

All hell broke loose.

A string of hushed curses escaped from your mouth as you angrily addressed your father’s betrayal. You’d been angry at him for giving up on your mom that easily, for not fighting for your custody...for simply disappearing from your life after the divorce.

All this time you’d been angry at him for all the wrong reasons.

He’d been cheating on your mom. It was the reason why he had signed the papers immediately and without any hesitation. You couldn’t understand why your mom hid this from you, why she never told you the real reason why she filed for a divorce.

“I will never ever fucking forgive you.” It was the last thing you said before running out of the venue, your painful heels long forgotten.

Bucky ran after you and grabbed your arm, stopping you in the middle of the hotel lobby. You thought he was going to reprimand you for being rude to your father or that he was going to ask you to go back to the reception and finish the program out of respect. But instead, Bucky bent down and started to unbuckle the straps of your heels.

“If you’re going to dramatically walk out, make sure you won’t fall flat on your fucking face. That shit’s embarrassing as fuck.” Bucky said and carefully removed your heels.

He knew you were holding back your tears and he honestly thought that the dam was going to break. But remained stubborn and managed to suppress your emotions. For some reason, Bucky wanted to pull you into his embrace and tell you that it was okay to cry.

“Go forth and walk out.” Bucky dramatically told you, motioning towards the grand double doors of the hotel.

A smile. Bucky felt proud for making you smile despite the tension a few minutes ago. He watched you chuckle at his gesture and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh along.

“C’mon, let’s go buy some burgers. Food here is shit anyway.” He told you as he began to walk towards the exit.

However, you remained standing behind him with a frown as you stooped down to your feet. Bucky grunted, “Please don’t tell me—“

“My feet hurt.” You told him.

Bucky rolled his eyes but walked back towards you, groaning as he turned on his back and bent down, “Hop on, bitch.”

You quickly jumped on his back and wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing your heels from Bucky’s hand so he could carry you properly, “And I thought you said you wouldn’t carry me.” You teased.

“Knowing how much of a whiny bitch you are, I’d rather carry your heavy ass than deal with your complaints.”

Bucky bit back the smile that had been tugging at his lips. He could smell your shampoo at how close your face was to him, could feel the smoothness of your legs as he held onto them; how you held onto him.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You told him ever so softly, voice barely above a whisper.

He knew that you weren’t just thanking him for carrying you. You were also grateful for him simply being there when things went to shit with your father. If he wasn’t there, you probably wouldn’t know how to deal with the situation. And you appreciated how he didn’t stop you from your outburst, how he didn’t force you to go back in and apologize for the scene you had caused.

Bucky supported you in all the ways you needed him to support you.

“Anything for you.” Bucky replied, but only in his mind because he wasn’t quite ready to face the truth.

The truth that his heart was beginning to flutter whenever you were around.

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Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: Alfie comes over for dinner with the purpose of gaining the infamous uncle’s trust but he has other ideas in mind and they all concern the pretty niece. 

Warnings: Age gap.

The italic text is in a foreign language.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"You taste like chocolate."

The jew.

That’s all that can be heard  for the next couple of days. 

What does he eat? What would he like to drink? Will he come on time? Who’s he bringing? What does he look like?

The weather is chilly, a thin layer of snow graces the trees around. The horses are in their place, warm and content after a day’s ride. There’s not much that can be heard on the outside of the mansion, just the sound of lively chatter from the inside as the maids hurry to get the cake ready.

The air in the balcony is cold, given it’s the dead of december. The weather has been nice enough for too long, you gather as you watch a set of birds fly around each other and they soon disappear behind the large tree trunks. The sun sets slowly on the horizon, the orange hue soon disappearing as you realise your hands are red.

He’s coming today.

There’s a group of middle aged men in the house, most of whom are business associates from the past. They’re too old to work now, retired and an empire left behind of the crumbs they used to work off of. They’re all dressed in a similar manner, a simple lines suit and a fitting hat made of similar fabric. Their shoes shine as they walk around the grand gallery.

The gallery decorated with your work.

It’s a dangerous game, the most thrilling one you’ve played so far. The ends of your silk dress dance with the cold wind and you hug your cardigan tighter, the inside noise is too much to bear so you find yourself in the balcony of your study. 

Six days.

The motions of it are a bit delayed but the so called London gangster is dancing on the red ropes you’ve provided him. He plays the game exceptionally well, leaving no trace behind and the flour on his shoe soles are always cleaned. His rings burn when they meet your skin but it hasn’t been that many times, you gather.

You hadn’t slept with him still.

Keeping him on his toes was the little bit of thrill you had needed. He didn’t tire, unlike the many lads you’d been out with before. He came back for more but he knew the borders you’d set for the time being. There was no questioning from his end, just the frantic nod of his head before he attacked your lips.

And then, your uncle had invited him over for dinner.

That meant trust, that Alfie was now a part of an important bond your uncle was keen on forming. He didn’t just have dinner with anyone, not in his own house. He had done it with another partner before and now, you got christmas gifts and jewels as gifts from him every now and then. It meant that Alfie was now trusted.

Although you had your doubts.

The maid called your name, her steel like voice cutting through the long corridors. You hadn’t seen a car pull up but it was only a portion of the front area that could be seen from the balcony you were standing on. You hugged the cardigan tighter before exiting the glass decorated space.

The dress you had on had a small cleavage, buttons all the way down to the bottom of the dress. The lilac color fit the golden decoration around, or so you thought as you made your way down the stairs in a cheery manner. You were only allowed to be respectful to the guests but a little fun would hurt no one.

Shooting smiles to the familiar faces of the maids, you eyed the chocolate cake on one of the trays and reached for the icing, it was the best part of it all. Before you could reach for it, though, Magda, the older woman slapped your hand away with a low smile.

“No! No tasting the icing this time.” she scolded in a motherly manner and you made a disappointed face which soon disappeared, you knew she’d give you the biggest slice when the time came for it.

You didn’t realise Alfie had arrived, standing on the large entry hall you were stood in.

Facing the handsome lad, you pulled your bottom lip inside. His eyes were glistening, beard illuminated with the last specks of sun seeping through the front doors. The breeze hadn’t made it inside but his coat would protect him from anything, you reckoned.

He was wearing a suit, a similar one to the one you’d seen him wear the first time he came around. Hair slicked back, the scruff on his face in a neater cut as he looked at you with his hat on his hands. There was no cane this time, he had been feeling better.

Your uncle was somewhere inside the mansion, you didn’t even know where but it didn’t matter. Not now, anyway. You offered him a gentle smile but he was busy, too busy to even greet you at first as his eyes took in the sight of you, hair messy and a few buttons from your top undone which gave him a generous look at the valley of your breasts.

Quickly gathering yourself and covering the undone buttons with the sweep of your hand, you fluttered your eyelashes and spoke.

“’Ello, luv.” he spoke with a low voice, the one that made shivers run up your spine but you didn’t show them to him.

A sweet nod was all he got from you before your uncle showed up, greeting the gangster and inviting him to the dinner table. It was going to be challenge, you gathered that much. 

Everyone slowly gathered around the table: Alfie, you, your uncle and a friend of his. They all seemed to know each other, you observed soon enough and you sat down in front of Alfie in the large dining room, his eyes throwing stolen glances at you as your uncle spoke about business and all that.

As much as he tried to keep you away from it, you already knew a good amount.

The appetiser was served shortly after and Alfie watched you behave like a good girl would. He knew from that one time you ate in his office, in a rush, that you didn’t like to observe any of the manners your uncle had taught you. It was easier to eat the way you felt comfortable but he found his eyes to be fixated on the way your hands worked effortlessly around the dishes.

He soon realised that he, one way or another, had to stop staring at you and join the conversation. You saw the way he gulped before cracking a joke about the Sabini to your uncle, everyone seemingly enjoying the joke. You kept your eyes on your table, afraid your uncle would catch onto something, although he was clueless. 

A gasp left your lips when the cake was served, a small one that didn’t even make it into your uncle’s side of the table as he conversed with the friend he brought. Alfie caught the small sound and smirked, a low sound of rumblings heard soon after.

“Fuckin’ heard that one before.” he spoke, talking about the countless times you’d made out in the span of a week and the sounds you’d made each time he’d shift his body under yours. 

You eyed your uncle first, clueless. Your eyes landed on Alfie’s smirk afterwards, a wink followed before he started eating the cake. The heat rose on your cheeks but you stopped yourself from making any noise, giggles stifled as he looked at your delicate features. 

You ate the cake in silence, a few stifled moans here and there and it was soon enough when Alfie commented.

“Why the fuck is yours the biggest slice ‘ere, pet?” he said, low enough that the last part was not so audible.

You chuckled, watching his eyes hungrily look at your lips as you licked the chocolate off of them with your tongue. His ears were going red, slowly but surely and you wondered if he’d excuse himself or just have you somewhere in this mansion.

“I get special treatment.” you spoke after his stares returned to your eyes from your lips.

“That, you fuckin’ do.” he spoke, nodding before eating the last part of the cake he had left. You still had a large portion of yours on the plate since it was impossibly big. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t eat the cake, it would just take you a bit longer to finish it. 

He eyed the cake first and then you, his gaze shifting every few seconds but it landed on you at last.

You smiled at him, the plan of enticing the man was clearly working. You cleared your throat and cleaned around your mouth before standing up and getting all the attention all of a sudden.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back shortly.” you offered your sweetest smile and two older men kept on talking after nodding at your small form. Alfie had been watching, planning on getting you alone somewhere.

You had been torturing the man the whole time. Small moans only he could hear while eating the cake, the few buttons on your top hanging loose and the way you’d lick your lips afterwards. He cursed at himself before standing up, asking about the whereabouts of the bathroom to wash his hands.

He had no plans to visit the bathroom. 

You felt his hands before you could see him. 

The corridor you’d made your way into was a small one, right after the large entry and it led to your study. You needed a breath of fresh air without anyone disturbing, his eyes had made your rationality disappear in the blink of an eye and you hated him for it but this was to time to dwell on things like that, not when your uncle was close.

A small giggle left your lips when his hands grabbed your waist and made you turn around in a swift motion, right when you were in front of the door of your study. You met a pair of amused orbs as he looked down at your small form, chest heaving with anticipation.

“What excuse did you have for leaving uncle?” you spoke, lips almost touching his and you were whispering into his face. You saw his eyelashes flutter as he held you tight, your feet were no longer touching the floor.

“He ain’t even listenin’, luv, too busy fuckin’ discussin’ shit with the other bloke.” he spoke against your lips and before you could muster up an answer, his lips were on yours.

His plump lips melted into yours, fighting for dominance but you were the loser in this case, Alfie had always been the dominant one. You felt his hand grab you even tighter before he lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his middle, he turned the door’s handle in the process and entered your study.

A small moan left your lips and he hungrily swallowed the sound, your chest vibrating against his as your hands desperately tugged at his hair. This wouldn’t be the day you’d sleep with the gangster, but you figured you’d get close.

Alfie’s kisses were more desperate than usual, a sense of urgency was evident when his tongue clashed with yours and all you could do was to moan into his mouth. His hands rested on your waist and bum, caressing and squeezing as his small groans filled the air.

You broke the kiss, you had to. Breathing in slowly, you couldn’t help but marvel at how deep this man kissed. He was still staring at your lips as you tried to regain your breath, back against the wall of your study.

“Will you put me down?” you spoke, his eyes still on your lips as you tasted him on the flesh, your tongue glossing over it. 

He slowly let you down, your feet finally touching the floor and no longer wrapped up around his broad body. You didn’t look disheveled but something in your eyes had changed, anyone could see that. Hunger now resided in them but you wouldn’t give in so easily, you wanted him to wait.

Your eyes met his across the room while you lowered yourself on the sofa. His hair was messy, breath uneven and the sleeves of shirt rolled. He was a sight for sore eyes but you wouldn’t tell him that. A smile appeared on your lips as you spoke.

“They’ll come looking for us, you know.” you said, chest still rising unevenly after the relentless kiss he’d given you.

“We’ll just make somethin’ up then, aye?” he asked but it wasn’t much of a question. He knew you were used to making up excuses at the spot due to the nature of your uncle’s business and your night life.

You nodded and he approached you like a hunter would approach its prey. You felt your insides tingle but you couldn’t do anything, your uncle was three doors away and he would come looking for you if you didn’t return soon enough.

“No.” you said, knowing why he was approaching you the way he was but before you could push his broad shoulders away from you, he pulled you flush against him on the sofa until you were straddling him and he was planting kisses on your collarbones.

You let him do this thing for a while, his kisses slowly became sloppy as you kept on letting small moans go free. His lips found yours soon enough, he tasted all power and musk, and the chocolate care from earlier.

A giggle left your lips at the thought and he stopped kissing you, confused eyes locking into yours.

“What?” he asked, voice a little hushed even though you knew your uncle would be in the room soon, he didn’t like it when you would disappear.

“You taste like chocolate.” you spoke against his lips before pecking them. It was something you could get used to.

“That why you keep fuckin’ kissin’ me?” he spoke against your lips as you nodded slowly. You needed to get off of him and out of the room.

And so you did.

It took all your willpower but you lifted yourself off of him and smoothed your dress down as he watched you, hair disheveled and breath uneven and he thought this was the most beautiful he’d seen you look. You gulped before speaking, his blue orbs bored into yours.

“We need to go back.” you spoke, huffing and clearly annoyed.

“I don’t see a problem, luv, yeah if anythin’, I much-”

You cut him off, you would be the one who’d have to pay for this when he was gone and your uncle was shouting at you for keeping your company away from the guest, he wouldn’t know you were about to fuck the guest. “Alfie, he asked you to come to dinner because he trusts you, not so that you could fuck his only niece.”

He nodded once, got up and nodded again and tugged at his beard. You looked at him through annoyed eyes, eyes that would soon soften because he wasn’t a prick, unlike what many thought.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and nodded once more. You shot him a grateful smile but it all came down crumbling when you heard your uncle’s footsteps behind the door to your study. He was mumbling and grumbling.

But you had the perfect lie.

“Suit yourself.” Alfie spoke, hearing him right outside the door.

“You owe me one.” you spoke through your teeth to Alfie before the door was open in a fast motion, your angry uncle outside the door.

Alfie shoots your uncle a knowing smirk and he doesn’t say anything for a while, just stands there and tries to put two and two together. You’d fixed your own appearance and then Alfie’s before he’d come barging in so he doesn’t see any lipstick stains around his beard or your heaving chest as you stand far away from the jewish gangster.

“Hello, uncle.” you speak, Alfie’s eyes glisten as you speak in a language he doesn’t quite understand. He thinks it fits you, the real you.

“What’re you doing here? And with hi-” your uncle starts speaking but you’re fast, years of living under his roof has taught you a trick or two.

“I was showing Mr. Solomons some of the pieces I was working on..” you speak in English this time and Alfie nods, looking at the unfinished canvases on the corner. Before your uncle can protest further, you start speaking again.

“He had seen some of the finished ones during the party when he first came around so I figured he’d have some comments.” you trail off and Alfie marvels at your ability to make such things up, it also stings him in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

“I see.” your uncle speaks at last, eyes landing on you and then Alfie. You shoot him a sweet smile, and he’s convinced.

Poor man, you think.

Your uncle isn’t stupid, you know that. He wouldn’t be where he was if he was as daft as he seemed right now. The man just trusts you, blindly and completely. You feel a sense of security knowing the fact but also something along the lines of pity knowing just how many times you’d told him you were visiting a friend and ended up piss drunk in a bar with a lad.

It’s a thin line you walk on most times but it’s fun with Alfie, you admit.

Your uncle hurriedly makes his way towards the tea room then, his other guest waiting with a smile. No one was upset much to your luck and you noted the way Alfie’s hand touched the small of your back whenever your uncle wasn’t really looking. He wanted trouble but you couldn’t give him that, not in where you were.

But you’d make him pay for it.

You behaved for the rest of the time the guests were near. You drank your tea quietly and ignored the way Alfie’s eyes searched for yours. You laughed at the other guest’s jokes even though they weren’t funny and fixed your dress whenever the fabric tried to cling onto your upper thighs.

Alfie watched all along.

Then the time came for you to bid farewell, which you did with a sweet smile and ignored the way Alfie’s lips twitched at the end. He wanted to kiss you goodbye like he had the last time he had seen you but your uncle was near and the risk was higher than you both were willing to take.

You closed the door after the farewell, not bothering to say anything to your uncle but there was a knock on the front door right after you’d closed it. Everyone else was gone now, your uncle to his office and the maids to the kitchen and the dining room to clean up. It was just you.

You opened it slowly and saw Alfie. A scoff left your lips and you pushed the door back to its place, trying to close it but he was quicker when he put the head of his shoe in between the door and the wall and you could no longer close it.

You could never be too safe. Not in this house.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Solomons?” you spoke in a low voice, you couldn’t risk being overheard by one of the maids and even if you were, you had to keep it in line.

“Let me fuckin’ have you for one, pet.” he spoke, tired of the game of waiting for the time you’d open your legs for him. He would wait regardless but you’d pushed his buttons and it was time for him to push yours.

“Damn it, Alfi-” you spoke but he was tired, he just wanted you to himself. He was amused, too, at the way you were trying to act composed when no one was near.

“I’m fuckin’ serious, pet, I’m beggin’, yeah.” he spoke, he was clearly amused at the whole exchange but you kept your smile to yourself. “You can’t just kiss the me, yeah, the way you fuckin’ did and expect me to not be all hot and bothered, right.”

You rolled your eyes at the man before speaking. “You were the one who kissed me.” your breath was soft as you spoke.

“Yeah and for the fuckin’ record, yeah, I’m the one kissing you now.”

You didn’t have time to protest when he leaned down and his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. It wasn’t rushed and needy like the one from earlier but like he was trying to tell you something. 

That he needed more but he was willing to wait as long as you would want him to. That he would come back for more, not because he only had you but because he desperately needed you and you only.

But he wouldn’t tell you that, not just yet.

You were a gangster’s niece, the one and only family he had. You did know luxury and comfort but you knew the opposite as well. He knew you were a beauty the first time he’d seen you but you were trouble as well. It wasn’t easy to jut sweep you off your feet and make you a good wife, you wouldn’t want that anyway.

He watched the way your cheeks flushed after the tender kiss and your eyes fluttered open, only to met his blue ones. Your gaze dropped to his lips, then his beard before eyeing him again, a smile on your lips he knew well.

“Goodnight, Mr. Solomons.” you sweetly whispered against his face. 

And he knew.

He knew you’d be coming around his place that very night, he didn’t know when but he knew you’d be dropping by. So he did the next best thing.

“Goodnight, you sweet minx.”

Just like that, he was off and you were on your way to your uncle’s office to tell him that your friend needed help with some emergency and that you’d be gone for the rest of the night to stay over at her place.

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Thanks to everyone who has read this (especially the nonnie who thinks my version of Klaus is so hot), I didn't mean to start anything new but this will only be short and I thought it best to separate the chapters rather than put all in my Crossroads collection. Hope you like it. All songs from the soundtrack. Part 1 you can click on above.

The Spy Who Loved Me

Part 3: Feel Good Time

Monte Carlo Casino

Caroline

"What is with you tonight?" Kat hissed as they entered the bright lights and loud noises of the famed casino and took the impressive set of marble stairs one at a time. "Not only were you running late, you've been in the absolute worst mood ever since, bitchy."

Caroline couldn't argue with her best friend's assessment given she was right, an annoying, observant habit she possessed. She'd been late because Klaus bloody Mikaelson decided to distract her best laid plans and have his way with her. Caroline wanted to blame him for being the man whore she knew, but she'd been the one to seek him out and in the shower of all places. Faced with that 'impressive' erection as he'd boastfully called it had been confronting for all the wrong reasons.

Instead of laying out the working boundaries as she'd fully intended, he'd messed with her willpower but it wasn't entirely unexpected given their past trysts. Caroline wanted to hate him but the way he'd held her in his arms under the steady stream of hot water had brought back so many memories, not to mention a mind blowing orgasm which had somewhat dazed her senses afterwards. Caroline was glad she could still partially function to make a quick escape. She'd left before he could come, a fact she was proud of given his ambush, after all it was the least he deserved. Smug bastard.

"I didn't know what to wear," she protested, albeit weakly.

"You're the worst liar, Forbes. You iron and lay each outfit on the bed beforehand like the ridiculously, anal friend we know and mostly love, " Bonnie added, her voice unwavering. Caroline gulped knowing just how sharp her interrogation skills actually were.

Although they all possessed multiple skills, Bonnie's true forte was psychology and mind control. She knew what people were thinking pretty much before they did and used that skilfully against their enemies. She relished in the fact that her skills rendered their enemies powerless without the need for physical violence. Kat on the other hand relished in physical violence given her arm to arm combat talents and those impeccable sniper skills.

Caroline's skills were varied and equally invaluable to the whole operation. Multilingual with eight languages under her belt including; Russian, Arabic, Mandarin and Polish to name a few. Her mathematical, problem solving was impeccable in conjunction with her safe breaking skills that were second to none.

"Probably best we stop bickering given the multiple cameras," she returned, albeit through gritted teeth.

"Deflection," Bonnie murmured. "This should be good later." Kat laughed and Caroline immediately dreaded their interrogation more than the bad guy. To be honest it was a recurring theme with them.

The sea of people in the casino seemed to part as they made their way through the crowd, most of the them watching upon admiringly. Kat was in a signature red gown, fitted, deep V-neck and pooling around her ankles. Bonnie in a vibrant, halter neck, indigo creation and Caroline in a white, strapless dress that hugged each and every curve.

Damon Salvatore's private poker room was impressive, each girl using every tool in their arsenal to grab the attention of the busy crowd. There weren't many, only four tables of eight but given the data they'd memorised, every drug kingpin was present. They gave each other a brief parting smile before making their way to separate tables. Divide and conquer was their motto after all.

"Powering your nose take a little longer, love?" Klaus asked, pulling her closer so she was rubbing against his budding erection. Bastard.

"I was actually studying up on my blackjack skills, James, I'm a sore loser so if anyone's leaving here as winner it's yours truly." She made a mental note to tell him his lines were far to chauvinistic for her liking. His expression was unwavering but she knew Klaus was trying to steady his composure while devouring her appearance at the same time.

"Sounds like my kind of girl," Damon interrupted, taking his seat at the table. She felt his fingernails dig into her skin softly, his jealousy evident. Caroline hoped he wouldn't blow their cover but he was unpredictable at best. "Any chance you'd be my lucky charm?"

"It's Lara and not this time, seems I'm taken," she purred, placing a lingering kiss on those crimson lips she'd tried to forget but one touch had reminded her of just why she'd stayed away.

"Should we deal then, gorgeous?" Damon smiled deviously.

"Bring it on."

Katherine

"I've never seen you so generous, Hayes," Stefan Salvatore chuckled, throwing in his chips confidently. Katherine noticed the tension in his shoulders as he prepared to respond to the drug king's younger brother. As far as she could tell both Salvatore brothers were as bad as each other.

She'd barely had time to acquaint herself with Elijah Mikaelson since they'd arrived. Caroline had made the initial move earlier in the day but tonight was her chance to infiltrate their operation through the stuffy and eldest Mikaelson. She'd heard stories about his unwavering concentration, commitment to the cause and his ability to wear a suit like no one else. Apparently those pictures didn't do him justice given the way his toned body filled out that grey suit.

"Blame it on my girlfriend," he murmured, pulling her closer, his aftershave messing with her slightly. "She's always had expensive taste."

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure," Stefan offered, holding out his hand. "Stefan Salvatore."

"Natalia," she purred, avoiding his gesture. "Obviously the pleasure is all yours."

"Ouch, is your girlfriend always so icy, William?"

"I am here you know," she growled. "Blame my Russian roots, I hate to waste my time with pleasantries." His eyebrows raised curiously, usually this kind of connection would be a red flag but given the brother's desire to crack the Russian market it was too good to be true.

"Take a seat here," Stefan patted the seat. "Turns out I'm just as competitive, if not more." She felt Elijah bristle, no doubt part of the act, choosing to take the seat next to him instead. If Stefan was offended, he didn't show it.

Bonnie

"And you are?" The Salvatore cousin Tyler asked, his question not interrupting his shuffling.

"Hello to you too."

"I don't remember that being the question." Before she could reprimand him for his rude question, Kol pulled her towards him possessively. Bonnie would have kicked him but knowing his martial arts expertise knew it wasn't altogether wise.

"Is that any way to talk to my girlfriend, Lockwood?" Kol growled.

"I was just trying to be polite, Benjamin," he lied, his brown eyes trained on Bonnie. "To…"

"Violet," he murmured, begrudgingly.

"Wow. If I wanted to be surrounded by so much testosterone," she drawled, "I would have stayed in and watched Fight Club on cable."

"She has a mouth on her," Tyler sniggered. Bonnie was fast losing patience, then she felt a comforting hand on her lower back. She couldn't explain it but this guy had a strange and mellowing effect on her senses. She made a mental note to tell him where to go in private.

Caroline

"You never told me Lara was such a shark," Damon laughed, throwing his hand onto the table while she pulled the chips towards her greedily.

"She's competitive," Klaus murmured. "If there's anything she hates, it's losing."

"I can speak for myself, James," she scoffed not bothering to make eye contact. "Just because your poker skills are average doesn't mean you need to take it out on me."

"Do I detect some trouble in paradise?" Damon chuckled, looking between the pair. They didn't say anything just refused to make eye contact. Klaus took his cue and made his way towards the bar for another whiskey.

"What are you planning to do with your winnings?" Damon murmured, making his way by her side. Caroline had to resist punching him in the gut.

"Thinking a holiday, far from here," she huffed, hoping her acting skills were as good as she remembered.

"How about a cruise on my yacht tomorrow?" He murmured, his lips finding their way to her ear. "I promise I'll be the perfect gentleman."

"Promises, promises," she tutted. "I need proof."

"I'm liking you more and more," he chuckled, producing a string of pearls and holding them against her skin. "I happen to think these would look gorgeous on that neck." The fact his eyes dipped below there and lingered on her cleavage wasn't a surprise.

"I can't be bought," she hissed, licking her lips for extra effect.

"And that's what I like about you," he grinned, placing the pearls in her palm discreetly. "Meet me at my yacht in the harbor at 10am." He was gone before she could respond. She felt her breath finally begin to even out, not because of Damon but because of the guy she knew was watching every word behind them.

Katherine

"Any chance you can teach your uptight boyfriend to let loose, Natalia," Stefan joked, scooping away his winnings. Katherine knew just as well as Elijah that this was a well thought out act.

"He's more of a saver than a spender," she argued, sending him a kiss across the blackjack table. "Given my exorbitant spending it's probably for the best."

"So, he's a kept man," Stefan chuckled. "Hardly surprising." What she wasn't expecting was for Elijah's glass to shatter in his hand, the red wine splattering every available surface, including his silk tie.

"He's far from that," she boasted. "I'd watch what you say in future." Instead of being upset, the gleam in Stefan Salvatore's eye was telling Katherine his attention was piqued. "Now, let's get out of here, baby."

"Feel free to come back anytime, Natalia,"

They were in the stairwell, Katherine holding onto the knot in his tie before his hands found hers. "What do you think you're doing, Ms Pierce?"

"Taking off this sullied tie," she explained, her hands not moving. "I know just how much you hate being unpresentable." He didn't speak but lowered his hands, allowing her to remove his tie. The silence between them was overwhelming, Katherine experiencing something completely foreign and by the looks in his chocolate eyes, Elijah was feeling the same way.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Looks like part one of the mission is complete." He was gone before she could respond. She looked at his tie, wondering just what had happened and why she was so confused by his unexpected exit.

Bonnie

"Looks like it's not your night, Hayes," Tyler joked, taking his winnings. "Blackjack can be difficult for newbies."

"It's all a game of chance," he growled, throwing down a glass of whiskey.

"On the contrary, it's all about strategy," he teased. "If you need any pointers, I'd be willing to help you out. We could make an agreement, my tutelage for some time with the lovely Violet."

"Excuse me?" Bonnie muttered. "I am here you realise?"

"Looking absolutely breathtaking too," he exhaled. "Just take it into consideration, sweetheart." She grabbed his hand, ignoring the warmth she felt as they made their way from the table and into the public area of the casino.

"What an..."

"Ass," Kol finished. "And you thought I was bad."

"Remind me how angering them is going to win this mission?"

"Oh please, darling," he chuckled. "You can read everyone and every scenario without fail, playing dumb isn't your strong suit."

"I'd so whip your ass right now but..." she threatened.

"Looks like someone has been reading my file," he chuckled knowingly. "I think this is going to be a fun ride, Violet."

Caroline

The night had been eventful, not completely unexpected, but Caroline couldn't quite shake Klaus or his effect on her. She'd rushed back to her room, excited their plan had fallen into place but confused as to their act. Yes, it was a scene but Caroline couldn't miss just how much he was effecting her as she was him. She'd paced the room for hours before finally falling into bed, knowing that she had a yachting date with Damon Salvatore the next morning.

She woke with a start. He was massaging her blonde locks and as good as it felt, Caroline broke free staring down her intruder. Of course she knew who it was given his intimate touch and the way he smelled. "I don't recall inviting you inside, Mikaelson."

"I'll admit I took a few liberties," he conceded.

"A few?" She hissed, sitting up and hoping that her brief, cream nightie had managed to hold her assets intact. "This is so unprofessional."

"Oh, says the girl who walked on me in the shower?" She couldn't argue with that but at least he was conscious.

"To remind you of the boundaries, which obviously you have ignored," she huffed, feeling her right nipple attempting to escape given the way he licked those familiar, crimson lips.

"I don't recall any boundaries being discussed," he offered. "In fact boundaries were the last thing on your mind last night, Caroline." She used her full energy to push him off the bed by surprise. It was the least he deserved after all. "Now, that was uncalled for, love."

"Funnily enough, I don't agree," she huffed stepping on his stomach purposefully and making her way towards the door.

"Get out."

"Now, that's not very nice love," he muttered.

"Says the guy who's breaking and entering."

"I'm a spy, it's part of the job."

"Thought you were smarter than playing the spy card, Mikaelson," she scoffed. "Get out."

"Damon Salvatore isn't a nice guy," he pleaded, making his way towards the door.

"Tell me something I don't know," she hissed. "Maybe it's news to you but I'm not the innocent, naive girl you met all those years ago and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me get on with the job I have to do."

"But," he protested. "I care about.."

She slammed the door in his face before letting him finish that particular sentence, ignoring the anger, the lingering and unwanted heat between her legs and determined to get some sleep. Unfortunately she knew from experience it would be difficult.

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