#featuring my favourite international cock block: james watson

[chartreuseian]

Hey, for the WIP game, I would love it if you could post a bit about James arriving. I'm loving mr and Mrs and I've been wondering about his reaction to them being so in love.

Hi hi!!

You're too kind 🥰🥰🥰

So! James come to hang out with them in the summer, thinking that he'll help give them some time apart (because in his head they'll still be suffering under the whole force marriage thing). It was suggested by phoebemaybe in a comment and I sort of fell in love with the whole idea.

Below is the not quite the opening to the chapter in which James becomes an actual, physical pain in their butts (Nikola and Helen, in all their very turned on glory rush into the room and don't notice until it is Much Too Late)

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Nikola let his head fall back against the wall as one hand moved to tangle in her hair. The feeling of her nimble fingers plucking at the buttons of his trousers was the most enticing aphrodisiac he could imagine, and he felt himself smile at the promise of pleasure the image of her kneeling before him offered.

Unwilling to miss the sight of Helen’s dancing blue eyes, he straightened up a little, casting his gaze down until…

He stopped, his blood running cold.

“Helen,” he croaked, the hand in her hair tugging her back a touch more harshly than he intended.

“Nikola!” she cried in alarm, following his name with a cry of pain. In an instant he let go of her, but he didn’t look to see if she was OK. There were more pressing issues.

“Helen,” he started again, swallowing and eyes wide.

“What on earth is the matter?” she grumbled sitting back. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her rubbing at her hair where he’d pulled.

“James,” he breathed, half in acknowledgement of the other man, half as a warning.

Helen turned quickly then and Nikola felt his cheeks burning as he watched James. He was lounging in one of the chairs by the window, legs crossed and wearing a smile that made Nikola feel like a naughty school boy caught with his hand in the sweets tin.

“Well, well,” James said, cocking his head. He looked between them before his gaze settled on Helen. “I guess I owe Griffin a drink.”

“James,” Helen breathed, and while Nikola could hear her excitement, the fact that she still hadn’t moved from where she knelt made it clear that this visit was as much of a surprise to her as it was to him.

“H-how?” Nikola breathed, not moving. 

The other man smirked and held up a small leather satchel.

“Picked the lock.”