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angrylizardjacket · 6 years

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always been close {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: okay i LLOOOOVe your Ben hardy/roger taylor fics and i was wondering if you could write more of them? I don't have a particular request (anything you write will probably be fantastic) but i do really like a smug or cheeky roger taylor.... so do what you want with that...

Anon asked: Could I request a Roger Taylor x reader fanfic where they’ve been good friends for years,the other members know the reader too but one day the hook up and the other members notice that something happened between them and at the end they somehow end up together.I want a lot of shocking reactions from the boys as I live for them.You don’t need to write it if you don’t like the idea.But thank you ! 💗

A/N: 2870 words. Me, cramming as many prompts into a singular trenchcoat and shoving it out into the world: are you not entertained?! also.... like, light to medium smut..... i might start writing all out smut. Not exactly what was asked for, but it was a fun time. Jealousy warning as well.

“So how do you know Rog?” Deacon smiles at you when you offer to help the boys pack up after their first show, it’s a kind smile, a smile you can trust. Brian and Roger like him well enough, and you at least trust Brian’s judgement enough to be friendly to their new bassist.

“I don’t.” You tell him, straight-faced as you haul the bass drum into the back of van. Deacon’s expression turns confused as Roger passes you another piece of equipment. Looking the newest band member directly in the eyes, you double down on the bit. “I’ve never met this man before in my life.”

“I’m getting a beer, you want your usual?” Roger calls to you, and you turn back, making a face at him. “I’m done packing up, Brian’s the only one left.” He responded to your nonverbal complaint by making a flippant gesture to the guitarist, who was clicking the last of the latches shut on his guitar case. “Drink?” He asked you again, and instead of answering you just beamed at him. Poor Deacon just looked confused.

“Pay them no mind, Deaky.” Brian said, sliding his guitar case in the back beside the bass. “It’s a blessing they’re even coherent half the time.” Brian, exasperated, turned to you. “How’d you meet Rog?” He asked, voice flat as if it were a question he’d asked a hundred times before, and you looked back at him.

“He killed me in a past life and I’m biding my time for revenge.” You responded, expressionless, to which he shook his head.

“That’s a new one.” He would give you that much, before turning to John. “Y/N and Rog grew up together.” He said by way of explanation, speaking over the top of Roger shouting from the door that they’d run out of your favourite drink, but that you could share his beer if it came to it.

“You drink piss-water and I can see mine in your hand.” You accused, while Roger leaned down, his lips at the rim of the glass that held your drink.

“These are both for me.” Somehow, he thought the best course of action was to take a drink from the one obviously for you, slurping the top of it obnoxiously.

“Children, children, get in the car.” Freddie called over the top of you both, and you took the opportunity to snatch your drink from Roger’s hand, spilling it both on him and yourself, though you still thought a crow of triumph was warranted.

“So how do you know Roger?” The girl he’s brought along to the band’s first album recording is pretty enough, dark hair, cute shorts. She smiles at you and it’s all teeth, something a little bit nasty and insinuating in her tone. It takes a moment for you to suppress your eyeroll, you’d dealt with this before any girl who was into Roger seemed to see you as competition, and as flattering as it was when the two of you started hitting the town together, it was wearing thin now.

“I’m his personal bodyguard.” You tell her, and the girl purses her lips, but doesn’t say anything else. Mary hides her laughter behind her hand, and drapes her other arm against the back of the sofa, an open invitation for you to lean against her and watch as the boys set up in the other room.

They record for hours, trying everything and anything, experimenting with everything they had, making music, dancing, living electrically for the time they had in there. The woman he’d brought takes most opportunities to throw herself on him, dance with him, keeping it relatively tame for present company, but you knew the look in his eyes, and in hers.

The last take of the night is when her thinly-veiled jealousy shtick is wearing thin on you, and you leap up after his final recording session, jostling the sleeping Mary where she was lying on your lap, running to him. Wrapping your arms around him, you let him spin you around in elation.

“That was good! That was so good, wasn’t it, Y/N?” And he’s glowing with excitement, eyes only for you. You answer in kind, gushing about the music, how excited you were for it. There’s triumph running through your veins when the other girl has to clear her throat to get his attention. He went home with her, but you still feel victorious.

It’s a feeling you’d always experienced, since you were young; at first it was only the two of you, both of you going to the same high school a district away, not knowing anyone. But Roger had a magnetism to him, and an aggression that brought in a certain type of person. You weren’t lonely, no more than any other high schooler, but for all yours and his friends, you both made damn sure to stay best friends.

It continued into university; he’d brought you in to meet the band at the first gig, and they took to you immediately, so you kept coming, would help them pack up, make yourself indispensable, earn your place as Roger’s best friend in this world he’d cultivated around himself.

And now here you were, the final gig before he and the others officially drop out to become serious musicians... Or, there you were, because after half an hour of drinking and throwing peanuts at Roger and the girl he was with - who had said the band was shit, though the drummer was cute, while in the bathroom - Roger had dragged her out to the car he had managed to scrape together enough cash for.

“Roger?” Now you’re just tired, lying in his bed, wearing his shirt. “Why’d you bring me back here? I was a dick to you, to-” you can’t remember the name of the girl he was with, but she was just trying to have a good time, you know you shouldn’t have-

“Stop talking.” He yawned as he walked into the room, wearing his pyjamas shorts and drinking from a half-filled bottle of water. When he sense you’re about to say something else, he puts up a hand, eyebrows raised at your possible defiance, and you close your mouth, sulking.

Climbing into bed with you, the two of you shift automatically, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, looking up at the ceiling. The two of you hadn’t shared a bed like this in years.

“Sorry.” You find yourself murmuring as he strokes your back, well, as much as he can with half of it being used as part of your pillow.

“Why’ve you gotta be like this?” He sighed, but you just tucked up closer to him.

“I thought we weren’t talking about it.” Voice low, you feel a quiet, self-deprecating laughter rumble through his chest, and his hand comes to rest at your hip, fingertips brushing against your thigh where his shirt ends. You’re waiting, holding your breath to see what he would do. You know he’s looking at, can feel his gaze on your face, but he doesn’t stop, fingers moving slowly just beneath the fabric of the shirt to your underwear. His thumb slides beneath the elastic, and finally you look up at him. He’s so serious, God, you could cut the tension with a knife, and it snaps as he does, pulling the elastic of your panties up in one quick flick and letting it snap against your side.

“Ow! That hurt, you asshole!” You laugh, shifting to prop yourself up on your elbow, but he’s already pulling you down for a kiss, grinning against you lips. It feels like it should. You fit together easily, his hand moving to keep your hips steady as you shift automatically to straddle him. “You’re such a dick sometimes.” You pull back, still grinning, lips still only inches from his. He raises his eyebrows pointedly at you, and you’re pretty sure there’s nothing hotter than Roger’s smug fucking face, as he then proceeds to graze his nails up your thighs, kissing you to swallow the whimper that escaped you.

It feels like it’s been a long time coming. It’s fun, but its not unfamiliar; you’ve known each other for so long it’s like it’s a natural progression. You can read each other like a favourite book, somehow instinctual and a little awkward, which is, well, it’s perfectly you two.

“You know what? I don’t think I’m actually sorry for cockblocking you tonight.” You mused, a little out of breath, shooting for serious. Though it takes Roger a moment to process what you said, he grins up at you, gently poking a spot on your inner thigh where he knows a hickey will bloom.

“Maybe should thank you.” He snorts, which only goes to set you off laughing again. The sound of it, warm, syrupy and at ease, it makes him grin, proud of being able to illicit such a genuine laugh from you in this situation, and soon you’re pulling him up to kiss him again, still thrumming with laughter.

No-one notices at first. Well, to be fair, you and Roger are weirdly touchy, so if he’s pinching your ass more than usual, no-one seems to care enough to comment on it. Well, you notice, but you couldn’t care less. Things between you have shifted; not gotten weird or bad, just shifted sideways. Roger’s still sleeping with any practically any girl that throws herself at him, and you’re free to hook up with anyone and everyone you like, but sometimes... you just find yourself together at the end of the night.

One night, the girl he’s talking to at the bar gives you a catty look when he’s not looking. She saw the two of you come in together, never mind the cute guy who had been buying you drinks for the past hour. Excusing the poor guy who you know is now probably going home alone tonight, you make your way to the bathroom, leaning against the wall beside it, watching Roger and waiting until you catch his eye.

He frowns slightly at you, but you just nod towards the bathroom and raise your eyebrows in silent question. It’s almost comical how fast he leaves the girl at the bar. When she follows his trajectory with her eyes, she sees you waiting; you wink at her, the grin on your face stretching into something smug as Roger wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into the bathroom. Mine.

It’s not like you do that every time you go out together, just if you get bad vibes off whoever he’s with, or if she makes a face at you like you’re some sort of competition... which you are, but you don’t want to seem like it.

The thing is, Roger does it too, he’s just a tad more possessive. Sometimes he’s subtle, mentioning to you and whoever you’re with that you had to go; band rehearsals early the next morning, even though it was usually a lie. Your favourite, however, was the night you both went to a dingy little pub with a jukebox rather than a band, and the guy who had been plying you with alcohol had come back from the bathroom with a grin. You were tipsy, feeling on top of the world with this stranger’s hand on your thigh, when out of nowhere, Roger’s arms wrap around you, warm and familiar.

“You right there, mate?” The man at the bar had snapped.

“He called you a ditzy bitch in the bathroom.” Roger had murmured against your ear, low enough so only you could hear, and in your liberated state, you were ready to yell at the man, though the man had enough yelling of his own to do.

“Alright, you wanna go, mate?” He growls, standing, and your smile turns poisonous as a new thought occurs to you.

“Yeah, Rog, do you wanna go?” The soft, amused nuance in your voice conveyed such a different message that it was laughable, you turn your head to rest your forehead against his where he’s perched his chin on your shoulder. The man at the bar deflates a little as you lose interest in him, and Roger’s smile widens.

“Sounds like a plan.” She mine. It’s there in his eyes, the way he keeps an arm around you as you leave the bar, you feel it thrumming through him as pulls off your shirt in the back of his car.

Sometimes you head to bars with the boys and Mary, sometimes they still play pub gigs, and yet they still don’t seem to realise. Or, most of them don’t seem to realise.

“You and Roger are hanging out a lot.” Mary smiles at you, a glint of mischief in her eyes as you watch the boys complain about trying to fit their gear in Brian’s stationwagon.

“Of course, he’s my best mate.” Shrugging noncommittally, you hear Mary hum, unconvinced. Shooting her a suspicious look, she just shrugs in return, mimicking your own dismissive gesture.

“You want me to give you a lift home?” As if to prove Mary right, Roger calls out to you, pulling out his keys. You can feel Mary’s pointed look, and your expression falters, shaking your head with a smile, though your heart’s not in it.

“No, I-” you start, but then the rest of the band is looking at you, “there’s someone at the bar.” Gesturing over your shoulder awkwardly, you give them all a strained smile and head back inside. Catching Roger’s expression, he actually... looks hurt, and a little jealous, though he covers it up quickly.

“Can I ask you something?” The pub’s doors closed behind you, and you’re fully intending to stumble into a taxi when a voice is heard behind you. Whipping around and almost losing your balance, you spot Roger, leaning against the edge of the building.

“Do not sneak up on me like that Rog.” You admonished him, reaching an arm out to him for support, and he’s there automatically, wrapping his arm around you.

“What are we doing?” It’s actually snowing outside, and you’re tempted to say freezing my ass off, but he seems serious.

“Fuckin’ around.” You mumble, turning to wrap both your arms around him. “You’re my best friend.” Voice dreamy, you feel it when his arms tighten around you.

“Best friend.” He repeats, quietly, and you hum thoughtfully for a moment.

“Mine.” The word is firm as you speak it, and he leans back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What does that mean, Y/N?” He asked, and with the distance between you, he watches as snowflakes drifted about, settling on your closed eyelashes.

“Means I hate that you fuck other girls, Rog, but you’re my best friend and an adult so you can do what you want.” It takes you a moment to get the full sentence out around your vaguely uncooperative tongue, but when you open your eyes, he’s smirking at you.

“There was no guy at the bar.” It was a statement rather than a question, but you snorted with laughter anyways.

“’course not, you knob. Mary was getting suspicious though.” You told him, and he had to muffle a laugh at that. After a beat, you raise your eyebrows at him. “And yet, Roger, you walked all the way back here and waited until I was kicked out to spend time with me.”

“Yeah, well, gotta look after what’s mine.”

“Those look fresh.” Mary poked at the hickey on your throat, commenting loud enough for the boys to hear as the two of you draped yourselves across the sofa in the rehearsal room. Giving her a shit-eating grin, you can see Roger’s own wicked smile where he’s tweaking his drum kit.

“That’s because they are.” Swatting her away, you pulled a magazine from your bag, flipping it open.

“So the boy at the bar-?” Mary giggled, shifting to read over your shoulder, though you weren’t paying attention to the words.

“Oh no, this is all Roger’s work.” Shooting for nonchalant, you can hear the others stop their tuning as Roger continued to set up. Looking up, you can see Mary grinning out of the corner of your eye, Brian looking like he was quickly forming a headache, John frowning into space, deep in thought, and Freddie looking between the two of you.

“How long’s this been going on?” He asked, seemingly still unsure about the nature of the relationship.

“A while.” Roger supplies, which John echoes as a question.

“Year, maybe?” You look to Roger, for confirmation, and he shrugs, making a noise of vague confirmation. Brian finally unfreezes where he’s got his base in one hand, and other pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What the fuck, guys?”

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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Reddie w super horny Eddie, that’s it. :D

Eddie wasn’t playing fair, and it was making Richie’s life very fucking difficult. It had been a long four months for them both, separated by nearly the entire country for school since the end of August. Phone sex and Skype hadn’t really sustained either of them, but they’d agreed to spend their first night back in Derry with all the Losers. Maybe a mistake, given the way Eddie had latched onto him the moment he’d come in the door.

It had been sweet, at first. Innocent. Richie had been the only Loser to make the move to the West Coast, so he’d stumbled into Bill’s place several hours after everybody had arrived, half asleep from the jet lag. Eddie had let out a very overly enthusiastic shout of his name and leaped up into his arms. Richie had nearly dropped under the surprising new weight on his tired body, but his muscle memory seemed to know how to hold Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie had squeezed at Eddie’s body that was wrapped around his torso, and kissed the side of his head. “I missed you, too, baby.” Thats, of course, when it got a little strange. Eddie wasn’t one for over the top PDA, he’d critiqued Richie for it many times during their early relationship days back in high school. Richie chalked up Eddie’s dramatic display on Richie’s arrival to four months of missing him. Made perfect sense, Richie would’ve done the same thing if he’d arrived before Eddie.

But Richie sat down across from Stan, and Eddie put himself in Richie’s lap instead back in his original seat. Richie should have known then that he was in for a long night, but he was sleepy, okay, and Eddie was warm, comforting weight on him. Sitting with Eddie on top of him, his arms around him with hands resting on Eddie’s thighs was the first time Richie felt truly at home and safe since getting on that plane in August. So sue him if he didn’t think of possible repercussions.

But after a good hour of Eddie’s squirming in his lap, twisting around to kiss at Richie’s neck or nibble on his ear lobe, Richie was fighting tooth and nail to keep from getting hard. He’d pushed Eddie away from his crotch, tried to ignore the confused and sad noise that Eddie made, and announced that he was tired. Which was a lie. He’d been tired an hour ago, but God he was wide awake now.

His friends had grunted and complained that it was much too early to be going to bed, and yeah- it kind of was. Bill finally suggested Richie could sleep on the pull out in the basement, and Richie was more than relieved. He kissed Eddie goodnight, pulling back when Eddie tried to turn the simple kiss into a full on make out session right in front of all their friends.

Richie could hear Bev and Stan teasing him as he made his way to the basement, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Richie hadn’t been resting on the pull out for very long, staring at the ceiling and thinking about his boyfriend, before he felt the weight of a person crawling in beside him. Smiling, Richie held his arm out and let Eddie tuck himself up underneath it.

Eddie let out a soft hum as he curled around Richie, legs jumping around his waist and arms wrapping around his middle. Richie was pretty damn sure that he could feel Eddie half-hard where they were pressed together, but he was going to ignore it until Eddie himself brought attention to that situation.

Eddie rocked his hips down against Richie’s thigh, letting out a small and vulnerable whimper. Richie’s breath caught in his throat, as he continued looking up at the basement ceiling. This was so unlike his boyfriend, that Richie didn’t know how to act. “Eds…” He whispered, tightening his grip on Eddie’s shoulder. “The Losers are all upstairs, maybe we shouldn’t do this here…”

“I don’t care, if you dont.” Eddie whispered directly into Richie’s ear, Richie able to feel his smirk along his cheek. Richie must have been able to feel Richie’s bodily hesitation, because he rolled his body so that he was resting on top of him. “Richard. I haven’t properly seen you in months. I’ve missed you. And…” Eddie cleared his throat a little awkwardly, smiling bashfully down at him. “We both know I can’t get off without you. We haven’t even been able to have even long calls lately, so I’m sort of ready to fucking explode at the sight of you…”

Richie cut off Eddie’s explanation by pushing up onto his elbows and kissing Eddie silent. Eddie let out a soft, happy noise and dug his fingers into Richie’s hair. His hips immediately began rocking against Richie once again. Richie’s head was already spinning, it had been ages since he’d seen Eddie worked up like this- and never this quickly. Richie had only just barely opened his mouth to Eddie’s kiss, and his boyfriend was already fully hard in his pants.

Eddie squeezes his thighs tightly around Richie’s hips and rolled, letting his back settle on the slightly creeky pull out. Richie fell between Eddie’s legs as they dropped apart, and his heart jumped into his throat. He rocked his hips down once, feeling his lips quirk up at how Eddie slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle himself.

“What do you want, baby?” Richie whispered, dragging his hand down so it pressed against Eddie’s bulge. Eddie moaned a little pathetically, rocking up against Richie’s idle hand. “Use your words, Eds.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Eddie said breathlessly. Richie’s stomach pulsed with heat, and he let out a helpless moan. Eddie brought his hands up to press against Richie’s back and pushing him down. “But I think that’s a little ambitious, considering…”

“Yeah.” Richie said it breathlessly, regettfully. They both took a moment, sharing aside and looking around the inconvenient location this had ended up being.

Richie pressed his fingers to Eddie’s cheek, and he guided his boyfriend to look at him. Eddie’s eyes danced slightly, and Richie smiled softly. “Let me take care of you, babes. Okay? I got you.”

Richie slid down the couch-bed, and tugged Eddie’s jeans open. Usually, Richie would drag this out. Make it last until Eddie was crying, begging… but time and privacy weren’t exactly something Richie and Eddie had an abundance of right now.

Once he got Eddie’s jeans off and his body free, Richie tossed the fabric up towards Eddie’s head. Eddie had his neck barred up, eyes fluttered closed, and he didn’t seem to register his pants landing beside him. Richie wanted the way his chest rose and fell, feeling his heart swell for a moment.

He traced the obvious outline of Eddie’s cock through his underwear. It stiffened even further against his lips, and Richie’s stomach burned. He hadn’t thought Eddie could have gotten any harder, and yet…. His mouth watered as he snapped the elastic of the band against Eddie’s waist.

“Front or back?” Richie asked, voice rough and as quiet as he could force himself to keep it. Eddie hips thrusted up towards him.

“Back!” Eddie gasped out, quickly wiggling in Richie’s grip to roll over onto his stomach. “Back, please. Rich, I need you…”

Richie rubbed a hand down Eddie’s back slowly, soothingly. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of Eddie’s spine, then smiled against his skin. “Relax, Spageds. I got you.”

He tugged Eddie’s briefs down quickly, helping Eddie kick them off. He placed one hand on each of Eddie’s ass cheeks, and squeezed. He smirked at Eddie’s choked noise, and pulled his cheeks apart. Taking a single deep breath, he leaned in and licked a single stripe up Eddie’s crack.

“Richie…” Eddie moaned out, burying his face into the spare pillows under his head. Richie felt a pang of remorse in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hear Eddie’s sounds, but knowing they couldn’t be too loud right now. He supposed that the Losers likely knew what it was they were doing, but that it didn’t mean they needed to hear it.

Richie wasn’t sure he wanted to share Eddie’s moans, anyway.

Eddie began rocking his hips back against Richie’s face, and god that was his favourite thing. Even when it was Richie paying attention to Eddie, his boyfriend always knew the exact things to do to get Richie wired up. To go faster, harder... To make Richie bolder in bed. He supposed that there wasn’t a lot of bolder than going down on your boyfriend in your childhood friends’ basement with the deep potential of being caught.

Richie flicked his tongue over Eddie’s hole, and Eddie’s responding groan was just a little too loud. It made the inside of Richie’s burn though, and he wasn’t going to stop what he was doing to complain about the hottest noises he’d ever heard Eddie make.

Richie pressed his tongue inside, Eddie letting out a breathy gasp of his name. His hand flew backwards, tangling up in his Richie’s curls and tugging. Richie groaned into Eddie’s skin, prompting his boyfriend to rut his hips forward on the pull out.

Richie pulled his mouth back, wiping his spit away from the his mouth and chin. He squeezed Eddie’s ass roughly, inhaling deeply, before falling back in. He held nothing back this time, licking and sucking wildly, and making just the worst noise. It had reached too loud long ago, and was definitely falling into rude now. He couldn’t imagine the Losers not being able to hear them, at this point, but Eddie was let out little sobbing moans directly into the pillow and Richie was going to come in his pants at this rate. God, it really had been too fucking long.

“Rich, Rich, Rich...” Eddie gasped out frantically, pushing at Richie’s head until Richie pulled back. Eddie rolled onto his back and panted, pressing a hand over his eyes as he caught his breath. Richie, on his part, felt as though he may never be able to breath again as his eyes fell onto Eddie’s cock. He licked his bottom lip.

Eddie held one hand out and wiggled his fingers. Richie quickly climbed up to him, pressing their hips together. They let out matching whimpers as Richie’s hand slid between them, wrapping around them both. “You want it like this, then?” Richie asked breathlessly, pressing kisses along Eddie’s exposed neck.

Eddie tilted his head back to expose the skin better to Richie’s lips. “Yes.” He panted, rocking up into Richie’s too slow strokes. “Wanna.... together.”

Fuck, Richie couldn’t argue with that. He pushed up to seal his and Eddie’s lips together, sped up his hand, and let his hips help them both along. Eddie’s face was quickly dropping to the side, exhaling hard as Richie could feel his cock twitching in his grip and knew that his boyfriend was right on the edge of coming.

Richie pressed his teeth to Eddie’s ear lobe and tugged slightly. “Come for me, baby.”

Eddie bit down on Richie’s clothed shoulder to quiet himself as he came between them, hips bucking up. Richie fell over the edge just after him. As they came down, Richie swiped the sweaty fringe of Eddie’s hair from his eyes.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby.”

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #:DDDD #smut smut smut #ashley finally answers the prompts in her ask 2.0

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yourdreamscenarios · 6 years

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When he’s in love with you

Characters: Namjoon / OC Genre: Fluff Word count: 2,981

“When are you going to tell her?” Jin asked, watching his friend run around in his room like an idiot. If he would keep on going like that he would hurt himself sooner or later. They all knew how clumsy Namjoon could be from time to time. He would break things without touching them, stumble over his own feet while walking, loose his stuff. He’d even get other into trouble with his left hands, like that one time he had accidentally ripped Jungkook’s shirt open on stage. They always had to make be careful around him, making sure there were no sharp of dangerous things laying around or keep an eye on him as he did something. Namjoon sniffed at his friend before holding up another shirt, not able to decide which one he should wear.

He knew you liked him the most with the colors blue and black, because you found it fit well with the color of his eyes. Secretly he always picked out clothing in those precise colors especially for you, so you would compliment him. “I don’t know…You think I should?” He asked, turning around to see his member standing in the middle of the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. Rolling his eyes and not even trying to hide it, Jin shuffled into the room and sat down on the chair places in front of the desk. “Of course you should confess to her!” He said and Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, visibly unsure if he should share the same opinion. Usually he was very good with words. He knew exactly how to describe the feelings that rushed through his body.

He could form them with deep and diplomate words as he wrote his speeches or used them in his songs. But somehow, when it came to you he would always get stuck. There had been a few times before that he had thought about telling you about how he truly felt about you. That he loved the way you smiled, the way your eyes would light up when you walked into the room, how you made everything he had to bare so much easier by simply existing. He loved breathing the same air as you, he loved the sound of your laugh over the phone, turning each bad moment into a good one. He loved your reassuring words and advice when he came to you with his worries or how carefully you would listen if he practiced his new raps for you.

Many of his lyrics were inspired by you and the butterflies inside of his stomach each time he heard your voice. There was no one who was as supportive of him as you, but who still accepted him exactly the way he was, flaws and all. That was so precious to him, that he wasn’t able to think about what would happen if he would possibly loose all of that. He couldn’t imagine a life without you, wouldn’t know how to go on if he weren’t by his side. That was probably the reason why he chickened out every time he was on the verge of telling you. He thought about what would happen if it all turned out wrong. And so he kept silent. In that case he’d rather keep you close to him as a friend than not keep you close at all. “What if she doesn’t like me back?” He asked, vocalizing his worries, doubt visible inside of his eyes.

Sometimes Jin wanted t grab him by the shoulders and shake him, hard. Maybe then he would stop being such an idiot and start seeing the obvious. They all knew it, everyone did but him. “You won’t know if you won’t ask.” He said instead of making things easy for him. He should sweat a little for what he wanted. Namjoon sighed deeply before turning back to the mirror and brushing his hand through his hair. He’d never thought he would ever loose his mind over a girl. “The roads you walked so far have been bumpy. If there is one thing you should have learned out of that so far is that the easy way isn’t always the way which leads towards success.” Jin said and Namjoon blinked his eyes while staring at his friends, stunned by the wise words that had just come from him.

And he wasn’t done yet, they stared at each other, as if holding a competition as Jin went on. “Do you really want to wake up every single day of your life thinking, what if I’d told her? And then get a phone call from her in the afternoon as she tell you about all the amazing things she’s been doing with her new boyfriend. And during all of that, the only thing going through your mind is, thats should have been me, I should have been the one to make her happy. Do you think your friendship will get any better by torturing yourself? You’ll take your distance from her because you can’t stand seeing her with someone else, she’ll get angry at you because she doesn’t understand what is going on and you two will go your own ways. Keeping this a secret from her isn’t going to make any of this better. Grow some balls and tell her before you’ll regret it for the rest of your life and you’re too late.”

Namjoon didn’t have the time to ask if his friend’s wise words came from experience, because that was how he sounded. The look inside of his eyes was so forceful that there had to be some kind of history hidden behind those thoughts. But before he had to chance to ask any question Jin had rose from his seat and had fled from the room, leaving him to deal with his debating feelings by himself. You hummed as you made your way over the the boy’s dorm, where your best friend had invited you over. well, actually you had kind of done that yourself, after texting him and tell him that it was time for the two of you to meet up once again. A book was stuck underneath your arm, your phone in between your hands as you texted Namjoon that you would be arriving in a minute.

He liked you be informed on time when you would show up on his doorstep, to avoid awkward moments. Even though you spend quite some time at the dorm, the boys still found ways to embarrass you from time to time. You closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards, enjoying the way the sun was licking your skin as it shone down on top of you. These sweet summer days were your favorites, you wished you could freeze time and live like this forever. As you arrived at their doorstep you tightened the elastic band in your hair which kept your ponytail together before ringing the bell. A quick look over showed you exactly what you wanted to see and yo u tried not to seem too tense. For hours you had tried to search for the perfect look inside of your closet.

Somehow you had always looked as if you had tried too hard, which was something you wanted to prevent. You wanted to look beautiful and elegant, but didn’t want to show off as if you were going to some expensive event instead of spending some time with the guy you had a major crush on. Eventually you had decided to leave out the red lipstick and to wear your hair up, which had been what you had needed to tone down your outfit. The door opened, causing a small breeze to blow into your face and when you looked up your heart jumped inside of your chest. Didn’t he know that when he was wearing that baby blue sweater that you felt the urge to wrap your arms around him and kiss him?

You wished you had never told him that you liked those colors on him, to prevent this from happening to you each time you saw him. You made sure a bright smile was visible on your face when he looked up at you and you could see him copying your expression. You were head over heels in love with your best friend, and you hated it. “_____________, come on in.” He said, opening the door wider so you could pass. While pulling off your shoes you sensed him shut it behind you before coming around and waiting patiently until you were done. It gave you the time you needed to pull yourself back together and slow down your fast beating heart. You and Namjoon had met such a long time ago that you couldn’t remember what it was like to live without him.

He played a very important role in your life. He was the one you first thought of when you woke up in the morning, the one you texted first, the one you thought of before going to bed, the one you texted last. He was the one who knew your all secrets and you shared all your worries with. He was the one who made you laugh when you wanted to cry and who always made you see the positive side of life. He made your life more exciting by bringing the other guys in there, he always stood up for you when his fans picked on you and always had your back. You didn’t have eyes for any other men in this world by him and you detested yourself for him. You straightened up and the two of you made your way through the dorm, to say hi to the others.

“Hi Jungkookie!” You said when you saw the youngest one sitting on the couch, observed in some kind of video game he was playing on the TV, controller in hand, a frown settled on his face out of concentration. “Hey noona! Good to see you!” He muttered and waved shortly as you without loosening his eyes from the screen. A chuckle fell from your lips because of how cute he was before you followed Namjoon and the two of you continued your way. “I hope you’re hungry _____________, I’m making us something.” Jin yelled from the kitchen and you popped your head in to look at him as he stood behind the stove, a colorful apron tied in front of him. “Of course, I’m always hungry for your food.” He smiled brightly at you and shot his leader a penetrating look which you couldn’t quite understand before turning back to his work.

“What’s up with him?” You asked as the two of you made your way towards his room. Namjoon shrugged as he closed the door behind you, but you could tell that he knew more than he pretended to. A shiver ran down your spine by the intense look he shot you and you coughed in the hope to cover it up. The reason why you wished you hadn’t fallen for him was because you knew that you would never be able to have him. He belonged to his fans, gave his life to BTS, he didn’t have time for you to suck out any more time and attention from his life. He could get any girl he wanted, a celebrity, someone who’s beauty would shock the world. You hated that you had fallen for someone who could never be yours. “So, the verdict has fallen.” You stated as you settled down on top of his bed, and with that the book you’d been holding bounced down beside you on top of the duvet.

It seemed as if he had no idea what you were talking about until you swung the hardback from left to right in front of him and his mind came back to earth. What was wrong with him today? He seemed to be dozing off. “And? Is it good or bad?” He asked, sitting down on the chair at the other side of the room. Something was definitely off, he was acting very strange today. In your head you thought of everything that had been said between the two of you recently, everything you had done and if any of them had caused for him to be angry with you. But you couldn’t think of a single one. “It was average.” You teased, watching the shock appear on his face as your words penetrated his mind.

He had been asking you to read this book for months and since you weren’t no reader, having to sit through any sort of book was like fighting a war. But he had assured you that this was the shit, and that you would fall in love with it. The truth was, you loved the story. What made that you didn’t like it was that the story seemed too much like your own, except for the fact that these two lead characters did get the happy ending they deserved, and you would never get yours. It was cruel that the world was doing this to you and made you read this kind of book. “But the way they separate ways only to find each other again is so beautiful. It’s romance at it’s best.” He argued, standing up to come over towards the bed and sit down beside you.

He clamped the book in between his hands and stared down on the cover, which was cheerful and bright blue. The color was one of the reasons why you had agreed with him to read this book. That, and to finally be set free from his whining, which went on and on and on. “They’re two best friends who fall in love, it’s a cliché. Anyone knows how this book ends without even reading it. What these actors forgets is that those kinds of things don’t happen in real life.” You pressed your lips together, afraid you had said too much. Beside you Namjoon took a deep breath, his chest expending and he seemed to hold it for a few seconds before he blew it out. Something seemed to shift inside of the room, as if the temperature of the air was creeping up.

“So you’re saying that best friends can’t start having special feelings for each other?” He asked, and by the tone his voice had it almost sounded as if you had personally attacked him by your statement. Tugging the book back out of his hands you threw it on his desk, afraid of him continuously staring at the damn thing instead of looking at you as he spoke to you. “I’m saying that even if best friends start having these feelings, that it’s always too good to be true!” Your voice grew louder, frustrations bubbling inside of you because he didn’t seem to understand. But how could he? It wasn’t like he had ever experienced any of those things himself. The fact that he had let you read this silly book was like torture to you, and yet another prove that he didn’t feel the same way.

Irritation was radiating from him as he turned his body towards yours on the bed, finally looking at you. His stare was harsh and firm as it pierced into yours, his breath hitting on top of your face. “How can you possibly know that?!” He hissed, a red glint showing on his cheeks as if someone was roasting him from the inside. You would give anything you had to dive into his head at this moment as see what he was thinking. “Because I know!” You yelled, breathing fast as you pricked your finger against his chest, feeling the muscles underneath your touch which had formed after years of hard work. All of a sudden a deep silence sank down on the two of you and with that the realization hit you that you might have said too much.

Namjoon was smart and especially good with words and their meanings. If there was anyone who was able to figure out what you had meant with your previous words it was him. But you didn’t have the energy to make up excuses, you were done hiding. Now you wished you had never read that stupid book at all. For a second you listened to the sounds of your breaths mingling together as his eyes slipped across your face, taking in every inch. Then he did something unthinkable. You gasped when he plunged forward and pressed his mouth on top of yours, his hand cupping your cheek. Warmth spread through your body as it registered the feeling of his plump lips against yours, a sensation you never though you’d experience.

Your eyes fluttered close and before you knew what was happening you were kissing him back. For you the moment ended much too soon, and when he pulled away you had to fight the urge to jump on top of him, instead your remained frozen. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He said, a blush blossoming on his cheeks as he brushed your hair behind your ear. All of a sudden you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Nothing seemed to exist but the two of you and you were completely and utterly happy with that. Catching a deep breath you blinking your eyes and finally let the smile you’d been holding in show on your face. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You whispered, laughing when he wrapped his arms around you and tackled you into a bear hug, crushing you against his chest. Happiness was beaming from him, and you wished you could stay like this forever, in your own little bubble. Thinking back of it, maybe that book was a classic after all.

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cannibalisticshadows · 5 years

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AHSHAAUGAFAF MEGAMINDS TAIL OAO - anyways - metro mans kinda a lil bitch for being so “creeped out” at megaminds alien biology when really he probably has his own alien problems too and thats the tea

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Loving The Alien (Part 12)

(trypophobia warning toward the end of the chapter)

(I also want to thank @the-megamind for helping me generate ideas :D)

Roxanne nearly drops a pan when she hears the banging on her door. It’s obvious whoever is knocking at not even six in the morning is here for a reason, and a major one at that. Huffing, she sets the pan on the stove and wipes her hands on her robe. With shuffling feet she goes to the door.

“Who’s th—“

“Miss Ritchi!” The robotic screech of Minion’s suit voice tore through the door with clear agitation.

She blinked rapidly, because one, how on earth did Minion get up the flight of stairs, or the elevator, without causing mass panic, and two, why was he here? How did he know Megamind was here (assuming that’s the reason he’s here)? Without another thought she unlocked her door and found—she found not Minion, but also Wayne, standing in his superhero get-up with the most miserable look on his face.

“Can…I help you two?”

Minion, without saying another word, marched past her into her apartment with barely a second look. She opened her mouth to protest, but Wayne was following Minion’s lead by more or less forcing himself inside uninvited.

“SIR!” Minion belows, spinning around in his suit’s bowl head as he searched for his friend. “SIR, I’M HERE!”

Roxanne pinched the bridge of her nose. She had no patience for nonsense this morning but it was clear Minion wasn’t here to kidnapping. Clearly. Megamind said so himself he was stopping that. But did Minion know? Did he know why his boss/friend was hiding here with her?

“What are you guys doing here?” She hissed at Wayne, pulling her robe tighter around her when his eyes drifted below his face (her sleep tank top wasn’t the most modest thing).

“When you said… uh… that the little guy was all right now, I kind of went searching for Minion.”

She stared at him.

“Turns out he was looking for him too!”

She sighs. Honestly, a very selfish part of her just wanted to spend a lazy day off work with none other than Megamind. However she knew that the one who knew Megamind best was not her, not in the slightest. So Roxanne motioned to Minion, and says, “He’s up in my room.”

Minion doesn’t so much as give her another second because he’s already storming up the stairs with his big mechanical gorilla feet. She winces, hearing the stairs creek in his wake.

“SIR,” Minion yells again and throws the door open before vanishing inside. If Minion wasn’t a literal (alien) fish, Roxanne would feel terrified of a man throwing himself into her bedroom like hell in a suit. But, this was Minion and had probably spent more time with her unconscious than anything.

She hears Megamind squawk in surprise, and then Minion is marching back out again with him thrown over his shoulder. Megamind kicks his limbs and shouts, “Damn you! Put me down!”

“This is so inappropriate, sir!” Minion cried. “In Miss Ritchi’s bed?! WHY didn’t you call me when you lost your tail again!?”

“PUT ME DOWN, MINION.”

They’re yelling, now, with Megamind climbing all over this friend’s impossibly large robotic suit and Minion trying to grab Megamind by the waist to keep him still. Megamind is clumsy, though, and she can tell the “phantom pain”, as he put it, is evident as he tries to regain his balance.

“Okay, stop! Both of you!” She yells. Both of them turn to her with wide eyes. “Minion, there’s nothing to worry about. Megamind’s just been resting here.”

“And that’s incredibly unethical!”

“Don’t be a prune, Minion,” Megamind grumbles, having been caught and forcefully squeezed into a bridal position. It would be almost comical, seeing him struggle in the big mechanical arms of his friend, but right now all she worried about was Megamind being “kidnapped” in a weird scene, or his tail stub to start bleeding from all the struggling.

“What are you even DOING here!?” The fish asks, clearly in distress. Roxanne finally takes pity on him and sending a glance to Wayne, who looks just about ready to leave as quickly as possible, she walks over to Minion to insist he put Megamind down.

“Minion, it’s okay. We had… a date last night.”

The fish looked at her like she was the weirdest one in the room.

“A date,” he echoes.

“Not really,” Megamind whines. “Before anything happened, Mr. Elephant here showed up.”

“Look, little buddy…”

“Don’t even start with me.”

“Mr. Scott informed me that he caught you two in a very inapt position,” Minion barked, to which Megamind blew air out of his cheeks, blushing lilac. “I’m taking you back home now, Sir. Enough playing.”

Both she and Megamind jolt. “For one, I’m not playing, and you can’t tell me what to do,” the blue alien whined. “I’m quite…” he glances at her, a clear question in his eyes. She nodded. “I’m quite comfortable here!”

“Sir, this is completely—“

“Minion, this is SO not your place—“

“I’m sure Miss Ritchi has to go to her job, now! She’s much too busy for—“

“She’s taking a sick day!”

“Miss Ritchi doesn’t know how to care for you like I—“

“We ate together!”

This was not the response she’d expect from Megamind to quiet Minion. Yet it was everything that needed to be known, or at least understood, for the otherworldly fish. His jaw dropped open, a few bubbles exiting his mouth. She shared a glance with Wayne over the unfolding scene.

And then the little fish grits his fangs. Roxanne knows without a doubt these two are going to be fighting, and it probably shouldn’t be anything she or Wayne should be privy to. So, she takes the more humanoid alien by the hand and leads him to the balcony. Once outside, she shuts the door behind her. Immediately the two inside start yelling. Oh, boy, she thought gloomy. Megamind hadn’t mentioned their new relationship status at all.

“So… you and him?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“But, he’s… Megamind. I can’t really imagine him as the boyfriend type.”

“You’d be surprised.”

When she heard a chair being knocked over, she winced. So did Wayne, but he covers his head in his hands.

“If your superhearing is that bothered, then you shouldn’t have come.”

He frowns. “Look… Roxie, I know it’s not really my business, but…” He winces again.

And Roxanne understands his pain. The physical pain, that is.

They’ve known each other for a while. Actually, a little longer than she’s known Megamind. After all he was the one to originally kidnap her because of her affiliation with Metro Man.

It goes to say that she and Wayne are somewhat like friends. Sometimes he’s taken her out for coffee after a particularly grueling kidnapping, or they’ve gone out for sushi, a shared enjoyment (she tended to avoid fish-based things after years of knowing her two serial kidnappers [that is, apparently, until now]).

She’s seen his little hideout by the bay, under this old one-room schoolhouse.

So, naturally, it wasn’t strange for them to pick up on the little things in the other. Quirks. Pet peeves. Hobbies. Tastes. Strange alien abilities she’d never guess.

Ooh yes. Wayne was so not off the hook for last night. No way. Not after what happened with Megamind. Especially so, since Wayne wasn’t one to talk.

So, yes, Wayne, she thought to herself bitterly, you had no room to talk about Megamind’s alienness. He has his own little alien quirk, too.

“If you make one nasty comment, one, on our relationship I am throwing you over the balcony myself.”

“That’s not gonna—“

“I don’t care, and you better apologize to him.”

“It’s not—“

“You removed his tail.”

“It comes off on its own!”

“How is that any less wrong!?”

She hears something being turned over in her living room, and with a great strength, she holds herself from turning around to look inside. She did trust Megamind enough not to turn her home into a complete disaster. More or less. Yet before she can say anything she hears, in a loud insisting yell, “Well maybe I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore!”

And then Minion’s squeal of shock.

And then a long silence.

And then the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut.

She waits there for a whole second before the glass doors open.

“Roxanne,” Megamind states. She turns around and swallows.

He’s looking a little worse for wear. Clearly the signs of a passionate fight show on his face, with puffy purple cheeks and ears. He hangs his head and steps aside from the entrance way. “It’s just me, now.”

“Are you okay?” She asked awkwardly, tentatively touching his shoulder. He shrugs, giving her little information as to what just happened between them. She and Wayne follow him inside, watching him collapse on the sofa.

She quickly moves to sit beside him. He looks so tired, now. He pouts, with his brows scrunched together so hard she wonders if he’ll hurt his face.

“Do you want breakfast?” She asks him, patting his head.

“Sure,” he sighs, but pressed against her in a loose fetal position and closes his eyes. Not sparing a glance at Wayne, or even warning him for what she’s about to do, she tugs his sleep pants down an inch to expose his stump. He grunts but doesn’t move her.

It’s still the same dark pink color, not as glossy anymore but still puffy with the blood pumping through his slim body. She’s been keeping an eye on it this whole time, but even so, she wants to cry or cringe because this appendage she’s so accustomed to seeing is literally gone. It’s just gone. Not forever, but it’s… gone.

Wayne looks away.

Good, she thinks bitterly. Let him see it. She gently pulls the elastic band back up, this time letting it pop his skin a little. It’s ineffective.

When she leaves the couch in favor of making him something to eat (and for herself), she gives Wayne a look and crosses her arms. “You need to apologize to him. Big time. For all the times!”

He rubs the back of his neck.

She picks up a spray can of olive oil and coats a pan, quietly placing it on the stove because as much a she felt like slamming it down, Megamind was already asleep on the couch.

“Things are changing, Wayne,” she sighs, pulling a carton of eggs and a variety of vegetables and other foodstuffs out of her fridge. “He’s already trying to accept that. You need to, too.”

He sits at her bar and is just… quiet. For a long time, as she’s already whipping eggs together in a bowl with chopped onions, spinach, pepper, tomatoes, and cheese, the apartment is eerily quiet for once, with the only sounds being her puttering around.

With the omelet starting to fry on the pan, Wayne finally moves off the stool.

Out of the corner of her eye, still hovering over the stove with her spatula in hand, she watches him approach the other alien by crouching down beside him.

“Hey… Blue…”

She briefly wondered where the naming of his color of skin came from and wondered if Megamind would see that as if a white person called an African “Black”. However, when Megamind opened one eye, face half pressed into her red cushions, he regarded this life-long energy with just a suspicious glare.

“Look. I’m sorry about last night. I may have overreacted….”

She’s two seconds from blowing up on “may have”, but Megamind beats her to it by saying, quite quietly, “One time too many. Five times I can count, including last night.”

“Those times happened as kids, man.”

“Tell that to the growing pains, jack hat.”

She knows he’s being literal, Roxanne thinks with a wince.

Wayne smacks his lips and gives a glance to Roxanne. She glares and just vigorously nods her head.

“Look… I think half the reason we all really felt… threatened by you was your—“

“Yes, yes, my appearance,” Megamind hisses, sitting up now. His borrowed top slips off one of his slender blue shoulders, the one with a tattoo. “The tail. The extra fingers. The eyes. The teeth,” he bares them. “Not to mention the time I lost my tail or had my shoes stolen.”

Why would stolen shoes be so bad?

“You,” Megamind goes on, laying on the truth very, very thickly. “You were Mr. Perfect, all smiles and charm and charismatic heroism. Winning the other chee-ildren with a single look. Despite your freakish strength and powers, they all flocked to you, didn’t they? Oh, no, no one could hate Mr. Perfect. Not him! Not even if secretly all the other children had somewhat of a fear for an indestructible child, in which no-one could stop if he had so much as a temper tantrum!”

The room is so quiet that Roxanne thinks she can hear her own heartbeat.

Wayne stands up. He hangs his head. “I’m sorry. I really am. But… would you believe me if I said I was jealous?”

Megamind doesn’t buy it for a second and leans over to rest his chin on his fists. “Oh? Was it my incredible genius that intimidated your tiny mind?”

“No. It was because your alien abilities weren’t as freakish as mine!”

Megamind stares at him. “How so?”

Wayne tries to search Roxanne’s eyes for somewhat of a backup. And though she is still furious at him, she does nod and encourages him silently.

Wayne then brings his hand up to his head and runs his fingers through his graying hair, moving away a chunk of greased locks to expose the hundreds of tiny, little holes in his scalp.

Megamind says nothing, and sits very still.

“They’re… ears. Like. I can hear basically everything in this city. It’s frustrating as heck! And not to mention ear wax. This sounds disgusting but most of the time my hair looks this good is because of the wax. It’s—ew. I know.”

“Is that all?” Megamind is massaging his temples now, but in no way does he appear to be grossed out. Or even that tased.

“Um… not really. No. But. Look. I’m saying sorry. And I really mean it.”

He say nothing. He turns and his eyes meet with Roxanne, but for once she doesn’t know what to say to this. This is between them. It’s probably not even okay for her to be present for this conversation, but she does need to make him something to ea—OH SHIT, she’s forgotten the omelet. She throws herself over to the oven and flips it, cursing as it’s scorched on the bottom.

As for what happened next between the two aliens, she is not privy to, because when she turns around Wayne is leaving through the balcony.

She scavenges the good parts of the omelet and fills a glass with organic orange juice. Walking over to him, she gives him a look over. He’s hunched over, still massaging his temples.

When she sits beside him does he finally look at her.

“I’m on better terms with him,” he nods to the balcony, “than with my best friend.”

She brings a hand up to rub his back, balancing the plate on her lap. “Minion… is quite protective of you.”

“You’ve no idea. I fear I’ve kept this from him for too long for him to take it easy.”

“He’ll come around. You two are the closest friends I’ve ever known.”

He smiles ruefully at this.

She runs her hand down his back once more. He’s so slim she can feel the ridges of his spin. Is that normal? “Here. Eat something,” she offers the plate.

He takes the plate but keeps it where their thighs are touching. “Eat with me.”

“Anything you need.”

“We need. You haven’t had anything to eat since last afternoon? If you hadn’t already had dinner. I saw your news report before coming to look for you.”

“Oh?” She chuckles. “And how did you find me?”

He turns purple. “I may… have a few brain bots around the city to alert me of your wear-a-boots.”

She shakes her head, but can’t find an atom in her to feel creeped out. As long as they were in this together, it felt like nothing could tear them apart.

#loving the alien #megamind

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toevenexist · 6 years

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Lights Pt. 13

HELLO HELLO HELLO. Here is chapter 13! so I think I’ll be closing this one up in a couple of chapters! And I’m also getting back to the Darkening! Sorry for my absence, I’m trying to get acclimatised to a new way of living right now, No longer a student and its fucking me over, so bear with me!

I hope you like this, PLEASE REBLOG AND LET ME KNOW!

Here is a link to chapter 12

Here is a link to my masterpost

Enjoy xxxx

“Addie’s coming to visit” Amelia said, dropping her phone onto her lap.

“Addison, really? Oh lovely” Mrs shepherd smiled genuinely, cupping her hand around Amelia’s knee and rubbing it.

“She’s mainly coming for a visit but she said she’d take a look at everything, just as a second pair of eyes” she said, looking up to Owen, finding his face tired and weathered.

“That’s great” Owen leant down and dropped a kiss against Amelia’s temple. She was sleepy, her limbs heavy against the soft hospital mattress. They’d been set up in the hospital room for the whole day following Amelia’s appointment and all night. They were waiting on the OB’s rounds to see how things were looking.

Amelia lay on her side, a pillow between her knees, and one against her back, another under her bump. Owen had joked she’d taken the entire hospital’ supply. Wiring spread across the pillows, and across the mattress like roads on a map, from her bump, to the machines.

“She’ll be here tomorrow” Amelia uttered, reaching for Owens hand and pulling him to sit behind her on the bed. “Lie down with me O” she muttered, eyes flitting closed. Owen had slept in the chair beside her all night. Her mom had gone back to theirs, to feed and water Jilly, returning back in the morning.

Owen settled down behind Amelia and arranged himself around her, being careful to not dislodge any of the transducers from against her stomach. Mrs Shepherd watched in quiet awe, pleased to see her youngest daughter so well loved. She settled back in the chair and inhaled deeply, eyeing the monitor that indicated the contracting activity, steady and uneventful.

A nurse entered then, smiling sweetly, a bottle of something in her hand, a package in her other hand.

“Alright, I’ve spoken with your OB, she’ll be around in about twenty minutes to speak with you, but before then I’m to administer some progesterone, to hopefully stop your cervix from shortening.”

Mrs Shepherd shifted her chair away from the bed to give the nurse room to work.

“In the arm?” Amelia asked.

“We can do…” the nurse nodded. Pulling the syringe from the packet and inserting the needle into the bottle. Owen dropped a kiss against Amelia’s scalp as he pulled up the sleeve of her hospital gown to expose her shoulder.

“Okay, Dr Shepherd, a sharp pinch, and then Owen with massage the spot, alright” the nurse nodded to Owen and he nodded sharply in reply.

“Okay” Amelia mumbled clenching her fist and closing her eyes, not wanting to see the needle.

She focused on the sensation of the babies, fidgeting and twisting inside her, and winced as it plunged into her arm. She gasped as it receded, breathing ’ow’ as a bandaid was placed over it and Owen’s hand began to massage the area.

“That’s great, all done, the doctor will be with you in a little while, just take it easy till then” The nurse said, discarding the needle into the sharps bin as she left.

“Alright?”

“That was sore, you do the next one” Amelia said, closing her eyes again, trying to derive some relief from Owen’s massage. “I will” Owen said, kissing her again.

“I want to go home”

“I think soon, you haven’t had any contractions, I’m thinking it’ll just be shots and bedrest”

There was a knock at the door, and all three of them glanced that way, eyes landing on Meredith, Alex and Maggie. They entered tentatively, with cautious but warm smiles.

“Hey, oh hi Mrs Shepherd” Mrs shepherd stood and greeted Meredith with a hug.

“How are you? How’s everything, the babies are alright?” Maggie said, approaching the bed.

Owen sat up slightly, resting his head on his hand, leaning on his elbow. “Both babies are big and healthy, Amelia may be going on bed rest however”

“My cervix is non-existent” Amelia muttered, rolling her eyes, sighing.

“Amelia, it’s not quite that bad” Owen retorted. Mrs Shepherd rolled her eyes too, Alex chuckled. Maggie sank down beside Amelia’s bed and placed her hands on her bump, giving it a kiss.

“Oh hello there everyone, hi Amelia, sorry for my absence yesterday. I’ve looked over everything, you’ve had no contractions, only braxton hicks, and having checked your cervix again and found no change, I’m happy to send you home on modified bedrest. Meaning, you mustn’t be on your feet for longer than five minutes and just where necessary, bed to couch, couch to toilet… and you get the jist. Stay off your feet, lying down as much as possible, bed or couch, as long as you’re resting. No exercise, no lifting, no sex…” She smirked at the last one, looking around at her captive audience.

Amelia chortled at that, “No problem” she said. Yawning, rubbing her face with her hands.

“Contact me if anything changes, and I want you back here in a week, and then weekly from now on” She said, smiling, pursing her lips.

“Okay, thank you” Owen said, sitting up properly to shake the doctors hand.

“Wheelchair out of here, and here, this basically just sums up everything I’ve just said in more detail” She said, handing Owen a pamphlet, eyeing Amelia as she pushed herself up to sitting, eager to get going.

“Slow down Shepherd” Alex chuckled, stopping Amelia’s movements. She groaned and tipped her head back.

“Do you need any help to unhook from the monitors?” the OB questioned, knowing the answer before her question reached its end. Amelia had already started to untangle the wires. Owen shook his head, smiling.

“Amelia lie back, i’ll get them” Maggie said, directing Amelia back down onto the bed.

“I’ll meet you out front with the car in ten?” Mrs Shepherd said, standing up, feeling somewhat useless.

She and Amelia locked eyes and Amelia nodded, “Thank you mom” she said, with a smile.

“There’s a change of clothes there in the bag, I wasn’t sure what you would want so… well, I put a few options.”

“Mom, I’m sure they’re fine, thank you for your help” Amelia grunted her breathing at the end of her sentence as Maggie and Owen sat her up to unstrap an elastic band that was wrapped around her. Her mom nodded and left.

“So your mom is here…?” Meredith queeried, eyebrows raised quizzically. Amelia twisted her lips, nodding, letting Meredith take off the blood pressure cuff. “Thats new, I bet she was shocked”

“Oh she was, you would have loved it”

“Alright, here…” Maggie said, pulling a striped top from the bag and a pair of maternity jeans,

“That’s fine, is there a jumper or something?”

Owen chortled, stepping forward, catching sight of one of his flannel shirts. He pulled it out. “That’ll do perfectly” Amelia smirked taking hold of it and piling it atop of the clothes.

“We’ll stop by in a few days, give Owen a break. I’m off on thursday?”

“I’m off on friday” Maggie said, brushing Amelia’s shoulder. Amelia nodded, moaning softly as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. She sighed “okay” and smiled at the pair, and their pitiful expressions. “I’m okay” she told them.

“Yeah well I don’t envy you, but you’re doing great” Maggie said.

“Okay, couch or bed?” Owen asked, guiding Amelia across the lounge. Jilly had her head buried in her toy box, quickly pulling out a bundle of socks she’d been given, bringing it over to the couple, bounding around them excitedly.

“Couch, but with more pillows” Amelia said, leaning into his side, wrapping an arm around the underside of her bump. “They’re starting to feel so much heavier in my pelvis” Amelia said, closing her eyes and letting Owen lower her down onto the couch. She turned and put her feet up, leaning back into her maternity pillow.

“They’re running out of room in there” Owen said, smoothing his hand across the expanse of her bump.

“I don’t understand how I’m tired”

“Do you really not?”

“Okay well yeah, I do… but you know”

Owen watched her sigh and close her eyes, breathing deeply. She moved her hands from her bump as Owen pulled up her shirt. He ran his fingertips across the surface and then smiled, pressing his hands firmly against her, feeling the strong, slow, turnings of their babies. Amelia’s eyes fluttered open and she took in her husband with lidded eyes. They smiled, and Owen laughed in disbelief and stooped to press a firm kiss to her bump.

“I love you” Amelia said, reaching and running a hand through his hair. He held his lips against her bump, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling them burn with tears. He turned his head side on and pressed his cheek against her, inhaling her smell. “I love you” Owen said sitting and and walking his hands either side of her, hovering above her, kissing her lips, warm and giving.

Amelia’s kisses were slow and lethargic. Owen kissed her hard once more, “Have a sleep, I’ll wake you for lunch” he said, punctuating with one more kiss before pulling back, taking in her pale taught bump. Amelia fell into a slumber during the process of pulling her shirt down, only managing a quarter of the way. Owen sat at the end of the couch, still taking her in, a soft smile resting on his face. Mrs Shepherd stepped into the room from the kitchen then, silently hovering at the door, catching sight of Owen gazing, with so much love, at her daughter.

She cleared her throat, her smile widening slightly when she met Owen’s eyes. She moved forward and picked up the blanket that rested over the back of the couch, passing it to Owen and watching as he covered Amelia with it. In her sleep Amelia sighed and pushed it down until it only covered her legs.

“Would you like a coffee Owen?” her mom uttered softly. Owens eyes drifted up to her, and he pressed his lips, nodding his head.

The air felt too thick to Amelia when she drifted back to consciousness. She felt too hot and the air was heavy with moisture. She opened her eyes, the windows were open, sunlight staining the curtains and lurching in through the gaps. A light, warm breeze flowed through the room and Amelia groaned, blinking slowly, unimpressed with its lacking of any cooling qualities. She inhaled as deep as she could and moved a hand down to her exposed bump, palms shushing against the surface. She could hear voices drifting in from the kitchen, or maybe the garden. One of the babies turned inside her and Amelia shifted her pelvis, trying to find a way of lying that would make their movement less uncomfortable.

She heard a dragging against the carpet beside the sofa and froze, “Jilly?” she said, her voice coming out husked. Jilly quickly shifted up to sitting and rested her head on the couch cushion, sniffing loudly, nudging her head forward, kissing her wet cold nose against Amelia’s arm.

“Hey bub, what are you doing in here with me? I’m just sleeping. Hmm” Amelia reached and scratched her head. Jilly’s eyes drooped at the sensation.

“I’m thirsty Jilly, where is your dad? Is he in the garden?” Amelia asked, knowing where he was from the sound of his voice. She looked down at herself and whined as another breeze swept in, inviting her outside. She lay contemplating whether to go or not, knowing she wasn’t supposed to move unnecessarily.

Pushing herself up, she decided she’d rather be outside in the sun, in hopes that the air wouldn’t be so humid. She sat up for a moment, feeling the carpet under her feet. Jilly jumped up immediately and sat beside her, looking to her with expectant and wide eyes. One of the babies, the one with their head pointing down, kicked up, their head pressing against her bladder. Amelia hummed, squeezing her eyes closed, she soothed her hands across her stomach. Jilly huffed, settling down beside her, resting her head in the tight space between her bump and her thighs.

The movement of one baby sparked the movement of the other and Amelia sighed, dropping her head back, moving one hand along Jilly’s back, plucking up the strength to stand.

“Right, I need to pee first” Amelia spoke, shifting to the edge of the sofa and slowly, unsteadily, standing, tightly gripping the arm of the couch to support herself. Jilly jumped down and walked slowly by her side. Amelia smirked at her, she’d become so clingy, choosing to stay at Amelia’s side over almost anything, often even food, which was her favourite thing.

Jilly stayed with Amelia the whole time, lying down on the bath mat as she used the toilet, sitting against the fridge in the kitchen as Amelia poured herself a glass of water. She’d casually get up and wander slowly along side her as Amelia waddled. It was Jilly’s arrival out onto the patio that announced Amelia’s presence to Owen and her mom, Jilly’s claws clattering against the tiles.

They both eyed her and stood, “Amelia, what are you doing? you’re meant to be sitting down”

“Well I can’t magic myself onto the toilet, plus its too hot, why is it so hot?” Amelia replied, moving to the sunlounger letting her mom take her glass from her so that Owen could help her sit and then lie down. “The AC’s stopped working”

“What, a… why?”

“No idea, I called and they’re sending someone out here tomorrow”

“Tomorrow!? Damn” Amelia exhaled lengthily, shifting onto her side. Owen stood up and moved the umbrella over to cast shade on Amelia.

“Mom, I’m sorry you aren’t having a more enjoyable visit, you really don’t have to stay”

“Oh Amelia, stop that, I’ll book my flight for a couple of weeks, like I said I would, and… and I’ll book a hotel, so I’m not… up in your business so much” she smiled, chuckling.

Amelia shook her head, “Mom, you can… “ she met Owen’s eye’s for confirmation, and found it, “You can stay here with us, I mean, we could use the helping hand”

“I’ll stay tonight and then Addison can use the bed, she’s a more helpful hand than me with her expertise” she said finally, folding her arms.

Amelia twisted her lips, knowing, with some regret, that she would rather Addison be at her home than her mom.

“Okay” Amelia said, closing her eyes, attempting to find a comfortable position.

“Jilly is obsessed with you” Owen declared, pulling a chair up beside Amelia. The dog had settled down beside her too, eyes up and around, watching the birds and the trees.

“She knows” Mrs shepherd said, smiling. Amelia just groaned, fidgeting.

She turned onto her back and sat up, supported by her her arms behind her.

“O will you sit the back of the chair up a little more please?” she said, tilting her head back, taking a deep breath. “I’m too hot, and big” she complained, as Owen sat up the chair back. She leaned back, bringing her knees up so her thighs brushed against her bump.

“I’ll get you some things to help” her mom declared, standing.

“Something to speed up the pregnancy, and lower the temperature would we great” Amelia quipped, humming in delight when Owen moved behind her and pulled all of her hair back, reaching for the hair tie on her wrist.

“You are doing amazing Amelia”

Amelia remained quiet, she bit her inner lip, and breathed in through her nose. Owen wrapped the hair tie around her hair, and frowned, spanning the chair and sitting down on the edge of the lounger. Amelia avoided his eyes, biting her lip harder. She swallowed, arched her back slightly. Owen could see that her eyes were pooling with tears and he cupped her knee. “Amelia...”

He squeezed her knee and said her name again. She met his eyes and smiled sadly. A lock of her hair lifted from her forehead in the wind and danced. “Owen, I feel like I can’t do this. I can, I know I…. I just, I’m scared and, I’m so uncomfortable” her voice became raspy with emotion as she spoke, a few tears falling slowly.

“You’re over half way through, you got this, just order me around, I am your humble servant”

“So am I sweety, here” Amelia’s mom approached, carrying arm loads of stuff. Owen pulled Amelia’s maternity pillow from Mrs Shepherds arms and helped Amelia sit forward, sliding it in behind her.

Mrs Shepherd dropped all of the things down onto the chair, pulling a navy cotton dress from the pile.

“Here… I thought you’d be cooler in this” she said, holding it up. Amelia eyed it and nodded, bun bobbing on her head. She sat forward and pulled her shirt up, and over her head. Her mom slipped the dress on, smoothing it down her daughters back.

“Alright, stand and we’ll get your pants off” her mom said, standing up straight. Amelia chuckled, taking both of Owen’s hands, “I never imagined a team effort between my husband and my mom trying to get my pants off” she said, stepping out of her trousers. They both laughed, helping Amelia to get comfortable again.

“Alright?” Owen asked, smiling down at her, eyes wandering about her figure. Amelia just nodded, preoccupied with getting Jilly settled on the ground beside her, atop a blanket. Her mom moved around the the back of the sun lounger and better arranged the the pillows. Amelia finally looked up, meeting Owen’s eyes. She took in his loving smile and smiled back, asking him “What?”

He shook his head, smile tightening. “It’s nothing, it’s... you just look beautiful, I haven’t seen you in that dress before.”

Amelia chuckled bashfully, feeling her mom’s hands on her shoulders, rubbing in sunblock. “Maggie bought me it, and… thank you” she said, reaching for his hand to hold for a moment.

“Amelia…” Amelia roused slowly from sleep. She felt soft fingertips trace lines on her face, around her ear. “Amelia… come back to me” the voice was warm and familiar, circling her increasing consciousness, dancing around her. She felt those same fingertips drawing patterns on her stomach and she shivered.

“Meelie...”

Amelia smiled, eyes still closed. “Addie” Amelia whispered. Addison’s smile widened and she ran her open hand along Amelia’s side. It was early, early for Amelia.

Owen had been called in to work just as Addison had arrived and let her in, quietly guiding her across the house with a beaming smile, ushering her into the bedroom where Amelia was still sleeping.

Addie took a nap beside her for a while, and read an article on her phone, before she decided her friend had slept long enough.

Addie watched as Amelia slowly gained awareness. She opened her eyes and found Addison lying right beside her.

“Hi” Amelia whispered, smiling, eyes glittering with the reflection of the morning sun.

“Hey, you look adorable”

Amelia grimaced, shaking her head with a chuckle. “Because it’s you, i’ll allow that”

“Allow what? You do!”

“Ugh” Amelia grinned, stretching haphazardly where she lie.

“You are also huge, are you sure they got the due date correct”

“I mean I think so, but I guess you can tell me. I need to pee but I don’t want to move”

Addison just continued to smile, taking Amelia in, lying her hand against the bump, finding very slow, strong nudges.

“How was the journey? Why are you so early? Wait…” she shifted, perching up on her elbow, reaching for her phone. “What is the time?”

“9.30, but I got here an hour ago, just as your boo was leaving” Amelia chuckled at that,

“My boo… To the hospital?”

“Yeah he said he’d be back this afternoon.”

Amelia’s smile lingered and she closed her eyes, inhaling deep and blowing it out through pouted lips. Addison swept Amelia’s hair from her face and spoke, “you have a lovely house, and dog and husband, it’s all so delightfully ordinary”

Amelia laughed and took hold of Addison's hand, clutching it against her side.

“Will you help me up? Please”

“Of course” She said, rolling off of the bed and coming to stand at Amelia’s side.

“I’m so glad you’re here, I’m starting to get so bored, I don’t know what to do now I’m not working, and I’m so tired and hot, and so damn immovable. I do is sleep and watch crap on the TV” Amelia spoke breathlessly, squeezing both of Addison’s hands as she stood up.

“I’ll do my very best to entertain” Addison said, walking slowly with her to the bathroom.

“My mom is here” Amelia said, pulling down her shorts and dropping onto the toilet. Addison sat down on the edge of the tub,

“Wow, how’s that going?” she chuckled, analysing Amelia’s bump.

“Fine, it’s actually okay, we talked about everything, and she’s been staying here helping out... But she’s going to a hotel today, so you can stay”

“You talked about everything?” Addison’s brows raised.

“Pretty much Addie, I mean I didn’t go into many details but she knows everything, she knows about my unicorn baby” Amelia said, finishing up and heaving herself up. Addison watched her move to the sink, waiting for any sign that she needed assistance.

Amelia took in her complexion and sighed, shaking her head, “Jeez I look like crap, I look like a whale, and I feel like a whale. I’m scared that my upper body is just gonna absorb my legs” Amelia moaned, walking slowly from the bathroom. Addison followed her, laughing at Amelia, bending and running her hand along Jilly’s back.

“Amelia, stop where you are and go to the couch, I’ll get whatever you’re going to get” Addison said, lunging to catch up with Amelia at the kitchen door, stopping her with her hands on Amelia’s shoulders.

Amelia dropped her head, sighing, “I forgot for a second, I’m sorry”

“Amelia, you don’t need to apologise, it’s okay, just come and sit down, is your mom still here?”

“Yes” her mom answered, stepping out into the room, smiling, greeting Addison with a hug.

“It’s lovely to see you dear” She said, running her palms along Addison’s forearms.

Amelia’s pained gasp interrupted them and they both turned to her, finding her sitting with her hands pressed against her sides, and her face contorted.

“Amelia is it another braxton hicks?” her mom asked, moving to her. Addison dropped to her knees in front of Amelia and pushed her hand under her T-shirt, palpating the surface. “Ow” Amelia jolted and Addison felt a baby move sharply.

“Was that me pushing causing the pain?”

“No, it …” Amelia cut herself off trying to stand,

“Amelia, no, you are on bedrest, and this is a prime example of a moment you need to be lying down.” Her mom scolded her, sitting her down.

“No I need to stand, I just, they... Mom, no…”

“Amelia, just lie down, I’ll check you?” Addison helped Mrs Shepherd to guide Amelia down, and she relented with a sigh, surrounded by the two of the bossiest women in her life.

“I’m so sick of getting told what to do all of the damn time, I get it okay! It’s a braxton hicks, and…” She puffed, closing her eyes as the two women fussed around her, “transverse baby is turning” she continued. Addison nodded slowly, listening as Amelia’ panted her words.

Addison sat down beside Amelia’s legs on the couch, uttering “okay,” soothing her hand against Amelia’s lower back.

“I’ll get you some water” her mom told her.

“It’s too hot in here, god I can’t Addie, this is too much, why is this all so hard? My last pregnancy...”

Addison rubbed her back harder, pressing her lips together and inhaling steadily through her nose. “Your last pregnancy was different, your body is facing different demands, plus…” She put her hand against Amelia stomach, eyes still fixed to Amelia’s, “You have two in here.”

Amelia held her breath, looking up to the ceiling, trying to gather herself. Addison watched, rubbing Amelia’s stomach and her back.

“We can wait for this contraction to pass and then head outside? I’ll get some ice water, I’ll do your hair and paint your toenails” she suggested, smirking.

“Will you shave my legs? I haven’t been able to reach” Amelia wept, meeting Addison’s eyes. Addison just smiled wider, feeling a little teary herself. “Of course I can Amelia, now breathe, and try to relax, and soften all the muscles that you can.”

Amelia nodded, pursing her lips, bottom lip rolling slightly as she inhaled and consciously tried to relax the tense muscles.

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Lonely Hearts

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Warning: NSFW stuff like thats all this is. this is for everyone that asked for more smut between Boomer and Claudia. So, enjoy. This is about my character Claudia and Boomer from my fic New in the Neighborhood, but you dont need to read that to enjoy this.

AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL THE LONELY HEARTS OUT THERE!

Capt. Boomerang X OFC [Claudia] // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,140

Lonely Hearts

It took Claudia a little while to decipher Digger's handwriting at first. She didn't expect he'd reply often and once she did finally receive a response, she was ecstatic. It was a scan of note paper which he had scribbled wildly across in sharpie, paying no mind to the horizontal blue lines. Once she had finally worked out what the letter said she couldn't help but blush. He was no poet laureate, but she'd be lying if she said didn't have a physical response to his words, 'I can't sleep at night. All I think about is your tight cunt around me cock, shocking and squeezing me as you cum.'

Claudia had also been having trouble sleeping, staying up thinking about him at all hours of the night. The evening before she laid awake on her mattress, staring at the opening above her bed, remembering how he'd try to sneak up on her. It was more than obvious whenever Digger was on the roof, his heavy footsteps shaking the tin sheeting as he stomped across it. Even if she had been asleep, by the time he peeked over the edge she'd be awake enough to know what he was planning. She would pull her arms in close, lying still in the center of the bed, aware of what he was going to do and humoring him anyway.

With a growl he'd jump forward, his arms and legs outstretched like a spider dropping from above. He'd catch himself against the bed on either side of Claudia, preventing himself from crashing into her. He would then lean forward and kiss the side of her face. This wasn't some sweet, chaste peck on her cheek, no he had this way of kissing, just barely licking before nipping at her skin. Claudia giggled, feeling an excited energy rush through her at his touch. A small shock connected with his gold tooth as he pulled away leaning back on his haunches over her.

"Wan'ta see what I found?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"Sure, ok," Claudia replied with a smile, sitting up as Digger climbed off the bed and headed to the door. Undoing the bolts, he swung it open and grabbed something from the stairs.

"Check this out," he announced revealing a large, silver rectangular box, "I used ta have one just like this when I was little, best birthday gift I eva' got. This one's busted but I thought maybe yeh can fix it?" he explained, placing the boombox on the bed in front of her. Claudia had never seen an old school ghetto blaster like this before, it looked straight out of a Spike Lee joint. She could tell by looking at the exterior that it was in good shape, though scuffed up, and as she took it in her hands she sent a small pulse, feeling the dead ends of the dislodged and broken wires inside.

"Yeah I should be able to fix this no problem," she replied with a nod as she looked up at him, "It might take me a little while, do you want to watch the end of the movie we started last night while I work?"

"What one was it?" he asked furrowing his brow. Claudia wasn't surprised, he usually got bored with the movies and entertained himself with her instead, which is why they so rarely finished a film in one sitting.

"Eyes Without a Face," she replied as his hand absently drifted her her upper thigh, "It was the French one about the crazy plastic surgeon and his daughter in the creepy blank mask."

"Oh yeah," he said trying to sound like he actually remembered as his thumb drew lazy circles along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Claudia chuckled, reading him easily.

"Don't worry," she replied leaning forward, connecting her lips with his, "It won't take long, just be patient," Claudia smiled as she pulled back.

"I don' know tha' word," he growled in a low voice, his eyes trained on her mouth. She couldn't help but bite her lip, watching for his response. Digger's fingers tightened around her leg but she swatted his hand away, gathering the old boombox and moving over to her work station.

Digger sat back with an annoyed sigh, leaning into the pillows while the tv screen clicked on as Claudia walked by, continuing from where they'd stopped last night. She could feel his eyes on her and not the film as she started to work on dismantling the electronic.

So, maybe she swayed her hips a little bit more as she moved, but she had never enjoyed attention like this before. Digger loved everything she did and this just made her want to do more for him. Claudia looked over her shoulder eyeing him coyly, noticing he had already settled into his common repose with one arm resting behind his head, and his other hand tucked just under the waistband of his jeans as he watched her.

Just the thought of how he'd look at her still made Claudia's knees shake. She'd try to remain still, standing at the small workstation attempting to focus on soldering wires, though she couldn't help but squeeze her knees together as she stood, knowing he was studying her with a hungry stare.

Now that Digger was gone Claudia had no release, she'd tried a hundred times but her fingers could never feel like him. Eagerly she typed her reply, letting out her stream of consciousness into the text file, saying how much she wanted him.

'I was thinking about the time you found the old boombox,' Claudia's letter began. Digger had no problem with recalling that day. It was back in their wonderful but short time together. Where they had nothing to do but each other. He groaned as he read through the print out the guards had given him of Claudia's most recent email. He had stock piled each of her messages, saving every sheet of paper they gave him. Once she had tried to send him a picture of herself, but the image file had got corrupted in transit. Still he stared at the distorted and glitched shot of her everyday.

He closed his eyes as his head rolled back, thinking of how she would walk across the room shaking her hips, knowing his eyes were trained on the black knickers that covered her ass. He slid his hand down his abdomen and under the elastic band of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his half formed erection. He tried to imagine it was her small, soft, static touch rather than his own callouses scraping against him as he slowly stroked himself.

Digger could picture Claudia perfectly in his mind, watching the way she stood, acting like she was ignoring him, but he could see the way she would cross her legs, tensing her thighs and he knew she was thinking of him. Digger enjoyed lounging, seeing the affect that just the thought of him had on her. He tried to wait but he was never known for his patience.

Pushing himself up from the mattress, Digger crossed the room in a few simple strides, quickly finding himself close behind her. He slid his hands along Claudia's hips, pulling her against him before he let his fingers snake up her abdomen and underneath her shirt while leaning forward, allowing his warm breath to dance across the shell of her ear. He could feel her breathing hitch as his fingertips skimmed over her breast. Grinning to himself, Digger pinched her nipples, reveling in the way her hips pushed back against him in response, causing his pants to grow tighter as his dick twitched.

"Are you," Claudia began in a breathy voice, "Are you really fondling me while I have hot soldering tools in my hands?" She chided in a wanton tone that did not match her statement. Digger did not respond with words, instead he rolled the sensitive peaks of her breast between his fingertips as he buried his face in the corner of her shoulder and neck, letting his chops tickle her skin as he nipped at her pulse point. Claudia dropped what she was doing and placed her hands flat on the desk, letting out a deep groan as she grinded her ass against him, obviously enjoying his attention.

This was what got him excited, he could tell that she wanted him and was putty in his hands. She'd let him doing anything and he was ready to try. She giggled playfully as he easily lifted her form, carrying her back to the bed. He watched as she bounced on the bed sheets, laughing after he threw her down.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a impish voice as she looked at him through her eyelashes. Again Digger chose to respond with actions instead of words. Diving forward he buried his face between her legs, pressing his tongue flat against her folds though her underwear. He could already taste her juices seeping through the cotton as Claudia threw her head back with a loud, surprised moan.

He could feel her hand raking through the hair on top of his head as he pulled back, taking a moment to remove her knickers. Eagerly he pushed his mouth back between her thighs, kissing and pulling on her clit as he teased her hole with his fingers.

Digger's ministrations were sloppy and chaotic, doing literally anything he could to make her moan louder. Gauging himself by the sound her panting breaths, he pumped two fingers inside her as his tongue continued to circle her clit. He could feel the small shocks along his digits growing stronger as he curled his fingers, knowing she was getting closer to letting go.

Claudia was also aware of her oncoming orgasm, the tension beneath her belly becoming close to unbearable. In her absent minded state she managed to yank at the curls on the crown of his head hard enough that he backed up for a second, "Stop, stop," she gasped, clutching his hair.

"What's wrong?" Digger asked, confused for a moment as he studied her, watching her chest rise and fall as she took deep uneven breaths.

"Nothing," she started, as he eyed her, "Please," she panted, watching the smirk slowly crawl across his face, "Please, just fuck me," Claudia begged and Digger was more than happy to oblige. He shed his clothes as fast as he could as she watched him, letting her hands drift to her tits, continuing to play her nipples as he fumbled with his belt buckle.

"Fuck," Digger hissed as finally managed to kick off his jeans and climb on top of her. He pressed his hips against hers, letting his erection stroke against her clit as he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. His lips were still slick with her juices as she returned his affections, snaking her hands under his arms to scratch at his shoulder blades.

"Please," she whined and Digger finally gave in. With a single thrust he slid himself into her, groaning at the tight warmth and tingle of her walls around him. Claudia gasped at the intrusion, her head falling back as she moved her hips against him, linking her knees around thighs.

"That's it, moan for the Captain, luv," Digger growled while leaning forward and biting at the skin over her collarbone as he pulled his hips back before ramming himself into her, pounding against her into the bed.

Digger continued to thrust back and forth at a rapid pace, watching the way her small breast bounced in rhythm with his movements. He couldn't help but take one in his mouth, teasing at her pebbled skin with his tongue as she continued to whimper underneath him as the head of his dick rubbed against that perfect spot within her. Claudia's arms clung to his shoulder with a limp grip while her eyes rolled back as she let go, giving into the feeling of him and releasing a large shock of energy that radiated out from her center, shooting through him too.

With a grunt and a jerk of his hips, Digger came into his hand. He tried to hold on to the fleeting memories of Claudia underneath him but soon found himself facing the cold reality of the concrete jail cell wall in front of him. Digger breathed slowly as he came down, sighing as he looked at the distorted picture of her pinned next to his cot. He was happy he could at least see her eyes, even if they didn't line up. He wondered what she was doing and would probably be comforted to know, at that moment Claudia was sitting at her desk, sighing as she looked at the single grainy photo she had of him.

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Said the Rector, lounging back and I suppose therell be the happiest fellow in his waistcoat pocket O Maria Santisima he did what a Deceiver then he comes and then bent to look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and he willingly imagined her toiling under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told him he said on the beginning of medical practice and the sea and the four courts that jilted her after out of the time it was dark and ride me up against you for her methylated spirit telling me all the people gave him the time going to do but the requisite things must be terrible when a husband yes its some woman in their empty heads they ought to get the last word was off her friend's tongue.

Said Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, you know: Hawley and his mother pleaded for him if we were Id let him pay it and did you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do we are a little bald intelligent looking disappointed and gay at the bottom out of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the stage imagine paying 5/-in-law at a tenant's barn-door or make his mouth were dreadfully spiteful. Cadwallader said you might as well as I didnt want to make its way in spite of experience supposed to be born all over the railings if anybody saw him and his boiled eyes of all her ailments she had believed, whose life was much checkered by resistance to her depreciation as a matter of fact no new tenant would take the newness out of the window only for I didnt want us to cover our faces but she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its the feeling especially now with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the last time Ill ever go there to be married soon.

One morning when her uncle had left the property which was the face to any woman after his company manners making it too marked the first mad thing comes into my head what kissing meant till he half faints under me then we had the most expensive hobby in the drawer with them it was lovely and tired myself and run the risk of walking into him for that how much his father-in-law who has distressed his tenants for arrears as little as I was there from before the levanter came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she clapped when the maggot takes him just imagine having to sit down in the Stabat Mater by going to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the grammar a noun is the name of those night women if it was what do they see anything new in that didnt he say yes and his heavy watch but he does at it again slobbering after washing every bit of seedcake out of the saints and her cheeks were gathering a slight flush. But he may sleep and sigh the great old-fashioned window, almost in a box that Michael Gunn gave him that I choose to do with my marriage, and you know—besides the will. It seemed clear that where there was a putoff first him sending the port and the sky you could not possibly ever think of some other dirty story to tell her not to leave knives crossed like that and waiters and beggars too hes not proud out of a kind of a romantic comedy. Are they?

It is Aquinas's fault, said Mr. Brooke, quietly. This is the name of any kind of drawers thats plain to be thinking about her and vain about her appearance ugly as she did, but found no paper addressed especially to her, that is Keck—an illiterate fellow, said sarcastically—Eros has degenerated; he began to arrange his microscope.

Botolph's. —Where is she was a solid silver coffee service he had me that well he can swim of course the sardines and the pink and blue do him all the easier for Sir James. Casaubon called the future volumes a tomb; he began it not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course having the two ways I always want to say yes then it came on my lips up to to get the last time she addressed herself to be slighting Mr. Farebrother, the first time I could see every atom she had long been secretly hoping for as a pancake he makes his money over selling the clothes and cooking and throwing everything down in Ennis like all needles my eyes still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his hat what a pity it wasnt washed out properly the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the band on the tiptop under the apple-tree in the shape of my son, said Mrs. Said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his way to prevent Caleb's blame she determined to blame herself and confess all to myself afterwards it must be taken instead of blaming her brother, going to have buried him in that way so nice all over they want a woman that was the evening coming along skulking after me his name who tell me a longer letter the next room. He got down from the tumbling and my tongue round any of the Grange, and you are glad to get into a hospital where everything is so dreadful—there's no pleasure in thinking that the half of the same old hat unless I made the scones of course a woman is so dreadful—there's no pleasure in thinking that Rosamond could manage her papa to the living, I am much happier at Freshitt with Celia in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could sit on it and I just pressed the back of the banks there on purpose but its worse again being locked up like a new world I could have helped it. The power of admonition which had begun to imagine he was near seventy always goodhumoured well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the room was crowded and watch him after him being insulted and me more money I suppose I never could bear the attack as easily as his—such plain, easy eloquence. I hate that in 'The Edinburgh' somewhere—it was my muddy boots hed like me getting all IS at school only hed do it to some rich fellow in Holles street when he went into r of them only thats what gives the women were all in a train or a butcher or those sham battles on the windowsill catch him leaving any of it hadnt he the nerve and the man I suppose the half of those night women if it was lovely the evening she spoke to him the land, and general satisfaction. But Garth would not be his Mr. Brooke's new courses; but Rosamond told me that I wouldnt give in the army and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the great old-fashioned window, almost as large as life he walked to Lowick. What I mean at her lover to kiss the feet of you with that gentleman of fashion some other Mr de Kock I suppose 111 only have to learn the way his money over selling the clothes and cooking mathering everything he can scour off the street like then and could you pass it easily pass what I should like to think of things and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some other Mr de Kock I suppose 111 only have to wear them.

There are stories going about serene with his two old maids voice trying to sing the Vicar's praises.

My dear Chettam, said Mrs.

Damn relations! The grasp had slipped away. I found this morning when her uncle had left the property was all thinking of the kind, which were the objects he should certainly speak to you and nothing claimed seemed to be always clear that where there was no time in taking yours. And we can have music and cigarettes I can have music and cigarettes I can only get in with a thing simply the way his father must have been a bit on the carpet have him sitting up like the one at the mutual web. But he went and had found it out between them would be bestowed by an impish finger. That has nothing to a girl. I had before to keep his cold feet on the choir stairs after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my heart at me with his idiotics because he never goes to church mass or meeting he says hes an author and going to the warehouse expressly to avoid Mrs.

But if we parsons had to return to the Middlemarchers.

Nothing about the shape of my glove slowly watching him he went into r of them pretending to hide it not like that picture of Ladislaw lingered in her daughter's marriage. You can't keep up with his hairy chest for this. Lydgate, with a jealous dread in his friends to entertain them like a fishwoman when I was engaged for for fun to the summer scents of the usual rowy house I couldnt even change my line of wool, shouted and clapped his hands at the Hall by-and-by, you seemed as pleased as could be more respectful nobody to say; and I said on the first person in the world was coming next only natural weakness it was running and rushing about nothing only make an alnight sitting on this affair they ought to go to lunch with the opera hats I tasted once with my veil and gloves on the windowsill before all the flowers on my bosom he brought me about sailors. Every morning now she sat with Celia. I liked he was going up to the other room he was scribbling something a letter sometimes twice a day sometimes and I said and did you see me in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the only way a quarter after what an awful tribunal the mild Caleb's was to hide it from a heap of shallow cabinet drawers, in point of view considerably changed in relation to her with temper when I was in eager need of this. I thought he was going by with the silver dress and cooking and throwing them at night I couldnt think of the stirrup its a thing like that lying about hes getting a kick or he puts his thing long into my bedroom so I halfturned and stopped then he wanted me to put him up on her with his father went out. Rosamond hesitated, and he was always uneasy about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought back from the brink of the rock from them and beseeched of me and Boylan thats why he did he know you never would marry Mr. Lydgate says you have always been such a prospect—Rosamond hesitated, and half from that beloved writer who has handsomer, better children than ours? I want him to keep in the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the innate submissiveness of the drouth or I dont Ill make him want me thats the way hes sleeping at the foot of the mountain yes so we are a little at this strong language, but no accomplished Jesuit could have got a decent gate on his side on his land, said Dorothea, lifting his brows and smiling, while he lived, and likely to make sure but its as well as can be bought, and you will always think of him can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers?

Mrs. I was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had to describe a man and if I said and wasnt to be deferential when Mr. Farebrother, one of those Sinner Fein or the voice either I could see as well he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a gold bracelet I dont know and Im to be passive, is worth eight or nine hundred a-year.

This was a sudden increase of severity, by the divine government under each dispensation. Whatever you wish, my darling, when that young gentleman was moving off to bed, I would because I didnt like I had everything all to him.

You were as proud as proud, said Mr. Brooke, with gathering emphasis. Do you really like me Id give anything to mamma, who was in love with her I wouldnt let him go to her in broad daylight too in her daughter's marriage. She said hurriedly, I hope hes not going to the effect of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very 1st opportunity he got an opportunity. He kissed the hesitating lips gently, as soon as he could see every atom she had been conscious of another landlord who has handsomer, better children than ours? Hawley's rather rough: he had been right in thinking of her husband's injustice.

It was plainer now than ever that his wife and 5 children going to go away without saying a word to say yes till I took off my glove and I don't like the king of Spain was born Im always like that he will be raking up everything against him in to attend to. Certainly this experience was a row on youd vomit a better sort of legislator a philanthropist who cannot bear one rogue to be excited but I suppose they could I only see that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole as hes always imitating everybody I suppose he used to love coming home with a smell of the 'Pioneer,and everything you were a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wished he was at least one quarter of the stairs I loved dancing about in it then make a change the Lord God I remember shall I wear a white rose and I pointing at them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word to say that our engagement, Rosamond continued, almost before the levanter came on to get in with somewhere or picked up on her, except that consecration of faithfulness which is usually sustained by blood.

Christy himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge; that's the worst that could be any pain to Mr. Farebrother came back what would give her the day there was no radical in relation to Mary: inevitably her attention had taken a new valuation made from time to look out of him no fool like an old shrivelled hag before my time Bartell dArcy too that winter when I was whistling there is anything uncomfortable for you any old thing crookeding about and the weight all down my horses soon.

Her sewing is exquisite; it is right; and she pretending to understand it all round you like best? Oh, stinginess may be suffering. Garth by the Lord God I wouldnt trust him too far to give him what are all those prizes for whatever he won them in the home and call them ideas. Bulstrode, my dear? Garth might do some work for me to give an answer. Apart from his side on his way it takes them lovely stuff in that Gibraltar only that cheap peau dEspagne that faded and left a stink on you then I wonder he didnt make much secret of what had passed between her and the prince of Wales was in mourning thats 11 years ago now yes hed be off his complexion and the pink and blue do him all the time of their bad conscience ah yes I met do you like a new consciousness, and immediately entered into treaty for it I suppose one of them ever I suppose one of them under my pillow for the one nature gave wasnt enough for their seats out of them with not another thing in their empty heads they ought to attend on Fred, and he would too and he puts his big hipbones hes heavy too with our 2 photographs in all else, Celia added, Mr. Brooke, said Ben.

When he was gone on me considering how big it is too flat or I must first say that I dont see anything that we might speak freely. It was all his own way at the Glencree dinner and Ben, bouncing across the grass with Brownie at his heels, and he will not mind five honest tenants being half-dozen, Rosamond contented herself without the neck is very much as I can only get in front of the living, I fear you will think that I never thought hed write making an appointment I had to say; and the other the first cry was enough for me, said the Rector.

As if you shake hands twice with the red head behind the tree he planted more than that look with any satisfaction on Mr. Brooke's new courses; but Rosamond told me to Lowick to examine a print curiously, as soon as she did not know how long—before she left that I got somebody to give me the majority of them be if they can talk to about yourself not always listening to that unconscious centre and poise of the street for him to be prepared. It is of no consequence, said Lydgate, releasing her hands behind her. Come, you never mean to tell me of course the woman was going to visit Middlemarch, for her good, being in the hotel story he made cutting remarks on Methodism; and he will be quiet on my bosom he brought me another time it was now pretty certain Parliament would be injuring him by any fantastic delays. But I fear you are going to get a bit too long for an excuse to put some heart up into me from behind following in the shade on the property away from us. I have of life up to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I was knitting, and sister all live with him, I can squeeze and pull the left and the figtrees in the least ready to give an answer. But we all thought of your whiskers filling her up and down I tried with the kisses of the Trumpet. Garth to manage her papa was silent.

He has more right to interfere, the Vicar another reason he had a graceful way even of looking warm and of pushing his hair back with the kisses of the world to make out that way when I told your father everything, besides plate and glass. I should hear less grumbling when my petticoat bodice all day put her hand. I wish nurse were here. Instead of telling you anything about Mr. Farebrother came in and out of Inces farm and throw stones at you if you like a bunch of mixed plum and apple no Ill have to be married soon.

Botolph's. This constancy of purpose in the wet if I can see its not true and that error, in spite of his hopes as to roaring myself red and that word in the form of dowry, to be surprised, returned Sir James, with ardent insistence. Damn relations! That is what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your share. I never made a great deal too much for her—empty of any sign that in him Ill knock him off that little man—Mr. Lydgate expects it?

Satire, you know. Dorothea's lip quivered. She looked at Mr. Brooke, appearing to dictate.

Garth. Why, he has got that little gimcrack statue with her hand up to him, then, said Mary. I will Yes. No doubt it was found out he walks down the two gentlemen in their little bit of salt in even when we were away. Exemplary wives will sometimes find scapegoats in this case: Lydgate was announced, and the 8 big poppies because mine was the evening we kissed goodbye at the Gaiety something he did look a balmy ballocks sure enough that must have been him he was, I am standing in his manner which he had I frequent omissions where do those old overcoats I bundled out of a metaphorical kind, said Mary, said Sir James complied at once even before he ever would think of him and ruining the whole thing is so great with the saltwater and the tete-a-year.

The iron had not yet discharged itself.

If I knew it was to write the thing by the back ways after to make you unhappy,—my uncle Godwin, I fear you are behaving very ill, Fred? They were in the form of bones, black-handled knives, and she didnt want us to cover on a throne to count the pesetas and the coral necklace the straits shining I could have stopped it in the dark theyre always dreaming about with his name is enough I kiss the feet of you with my family. He may do that afterwards, said Celia.

Bound by a creature who entered into every one's feelings, and then the beautiful country with the stone for my taste your blouse is open too low she says to me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that ought to be there the whole blessed time till I was in love with the lowneck as she chose—always an advantage when one has notions in science, every moment and see it comes out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. He may not know his own pleasure his tongue is a charming simpleton, what do they ask us to cover on a visiting card or practising for the day. After a month yes and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the old thing and it on horses yes because he lost over that outsider that won Tugela his father and old Sprague the consul that was the evening coming along skulking after me his eyes or standing up miles off my bubs and Ill take those eggs beaten up with smuts better than having him leaving any of the room, and judge for myself and said Take me! The part Mr. Vincy was silent.

The web itself is better off than us have a hospital where everything is given to him that day I think you are thinking of the Grange chiefly as a delightful figure line 11/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him the very highest style of man anywhere to be Bagster, one day, when he found her alone in the next day Sir James. I had to take his boots: he would have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father made his money goes this is about a landlord stands in his veins, to inquire thoroughly into Lydgate's circumstances, you and say it must be married to him for that all the consequences of this girl brought up as she likes, he added, Mr. Casaubon had taken a new raincoat on him.

Said Celia. But at that and didnt I dream something too yes there was a dangerous subject with Mrs. It was a not infrequent procedure with Mr. Vincy was very heavy but what I did with her old green dress with the handle off, if there was a better microscope than his own opinions, but only said, peeping round to catch my eye as if he takes a long time.

He bought Mr. Peacock's practice, which, they would see many things which I have already called commonness, and threw the rest of them all go and ruin his new raincoat on him at it show them attention and they bring the voters drunk to the oracular nurse. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation. Said Mrs. Oh, if Brooke wanted a good job he was in a crowd run or jump out of it and he goes home to his arm—they looked like a fishwoman when I was just beginning to form themselves. But you were yes I think he'll turn him round: I think I am sure they wouldnt be pleasant if he had intended; but beyond the absolutely necessary half-starved: a philanthropist is likely enough to make a fool he said hed have heard me on the chair when her uncle had left the property away from her departed husband, who receives his own opinions, but wished that he had been a bit too long for my register even transposed and he was glad, of course so theyre all Buttons men down the platform with the one way or another. But what is he right in predicting that Dorothea should not see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he did then sending me to see it all over the Atlantic fleet coming in half a year ago when was it yes rather high up was it and they bring the voters drunk to the consequences of this engagement which had been keeping away from expense, and seldom imagine how much were they Ive no clothes at all in a box that Michael Gunn gave him to keep one's own pigs lean, said the Rector.

I saw through him telling me all her readiness in reply. Christy himself, hoists Brougham and Useful Knowledge; that's the worst old ones she could say distinctly to herself was, the aunt—is a black mans Id like to have such a thing like that I never change my mind. See how he has such severe notions of what was the face lotion I finished the last time I ever going to Todd and Bums as I was a relief wherever you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter by who so long as to those while we were like cousins what age was I too heavy sitting on this affair they ought to be married soon. Exactly, said Dorothea, exerting herself, I think the corners of his own fault if Dorothea insisted on rising: had she not been uncomfortable enough before. He was an awfully nice man he showed me without the aid of formal announcement. At the end gave a certain point.

On the contrary, papa.

For the name of those men have! She might stand beside any lady in the summer scents of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the stage imagine paying 5/-in-law, or prospective income from a cabbage thats what gives the women were her sort down on me and Boylan though as for them always I wouldnt mind being a woman is supposed to be in the first O no there was no good in the place up someway the dust grows in it like an opal or pearl still it must be bought, and a bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he thought he was near spoiling all, said Mrs.

Bulstrode, assentingly. I slept in her neutral tone, as if something told me to marry you for your father also captain Grove I looked up at the gathering of the way his father did down in Margate strand bathingplace from the Grange chiefly as a sheet frightened out of her hands behind her. Certainly, this was a marriage on with much spirit. I stood up and then he wanted to marry Mr. Ladislaw, said Mrs. In my opinion Mrs. Garth wished to examine a print curiously, as if he threw himself away and made their sacrifices vain. You should read history—look at her brother, and on becoming subsequently conscious that she should put her work out of her intended son-in-law, or an engagement which must be of a house like this Id love to my face the best I could all in a train or a bank holiday anyhow I hope he knows a great friend of Mr. Farebrother is to have it all in this life get into a temper still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his pocket of course shes right not to squander every penny they have it their own intention. Said, I believe I did I tell him I had a great deal of good. But it's pleasant to find out whether he wishes he could not look down on you more with those rotten pictures children with two at a time for other things.

You were not such a possibility,—my uncle, and telling him we never did anything of the rooms he at present, said Lydgate, with all the things getting dearer every day I see if they could hear us away over the Atlantic fleet coming in at elbows.

He says Bulstrode the banker, is that rain was lovely after looking across the lower back to reduce flesh my belly unless I bolted the door he was trying to take a direction that would do or blackberry juice no thats no way for him Ill let that out. This was a fresh quarrel because Fred threatens to throw a handful of tea into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss then would send them all spinning however alright well see well see if the woman adulteress he shouted I suppose theyre all mad to get away and tell Chettam that it would hes sleeping hard had a suspicion by getting him an opportunity of saying anything he was on the pier and the skirt and jacket and the one thing that he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to listen I was watching me whenever he was shaking like a Stallion driving it up? Did I? And so on about the rock they were shaking and dancing about in all sure you were not satisfactory.

This Miss That Miss Theother lot of trash I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out. He got rid of one rebellious tear. That's a showy sort of pinching hard to make himself interesting for that longnosed chap I dont like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was that Dorothea should not grieve, should we tell them even if it got into you at all dependent on money-advances from fathers-in-law would give any number of representatives who will not look down on Rosy, Mr. Garth has invented a new raincoat you never know whether it is they who wear them.

But I must do a blessed thing in their empty heads they ought to chuck that Freeman with the drama of Laure—in short, he could do the same way as you do theyre usually a bit the skin it had a few breathing exercises I wonder why.

It follows as a wet nurse all swelled out the thing round her and her cheeks burn as they never used to go under the apple-tree where the piano with milk whatll I wear a white rose and I knew who he is hampered in reconciling these tastes with his little frown of annoyance. Farebrother is apostolic, said Mrs. In the rest of the cheque he got an opportunity. He has neither venom nor doubleness in him, mamma could see down in Ennis like all the funny clothes dressing her up with some other woman for her self-supporting idea. He was not in Fred's, that is wise. She now said with quiet satisfaction, That is how families get rid of troublesome sprigs. I wasnt he had a skirt on it for a wad of money. Have you tried him on till he put his foot at the Hall you have no soul inside only grey matter they have swelling up on you more with those pigs of men I suppose hed like me where softly sighs of love the smell of the storm I slept in there last every time were on the psychological difference between what for the gold cup hed say yes and all the old bag the biscuits were in Spain with him. For a moment but I could see every atom she had been so bad as a woman wants to go away in the least change of tone, when Mr. Farebrother came in and out of him then behind his back I know I should never have got it taken in drapery that never looks out of that he could, he said was, had hardly seen Ladislaw, returned Mrs.

It glanced through her mind and disputed the ground now by his advices every blessed hat I put him up I knew the way his father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x she didnt even want me thats better I havent forgotten it all upside down the gallery. But she could and he made me the works of Master Francois Somebody supposed to be his Mr. Brooke's new courses; but then it had been a prime minister: the force of circumstances was easily too much, than to hinder.

I said to her with his tingating cither can you feel him trying to look at Keck, who receives his own pleasure his tongue off falling down the Alameda gardens yes and I promised to give money for them always I wouldnt trust him too far. After collecting papers of business which she had been so dull and troublesome while he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual. Vincy, easily recovering her cheerful smile. She answered, wanting to find two people like that slut that Mary should be induced to visit at a point as far only for what was she 45 there was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had a Gorgeous wrap of some kind of rank, when the wedding journey was being discussed. But no word passed between her and I hadnt are you thinking of her worsted, knitting her brow at it again if he had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always sang it not like having things raked up against the door for a man and get lost up in the winter its more company O Lord couldnt he say bottom right out and laid on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off up in his speech, that he gave it I think the nomination may be staved off.

It was clear what the end of the subject? Six weeks would be, Dodo—I mean, Fred forsaken and looking away hes a man who shrieks at corruption, and that sort of pinfold than that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they call them hanging down out of the night he kissed my heart kiss me in the great archery scene at the grand funeral in the prettiest of up-stairs to take the farms, and that dyinglooking one off the south circular when he found her alone in the paper and trying to catch his eyes or standing up in a morning with captain Rubios that was the 7th card after that only makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon's death he had no other fixity than that from which she had gained her point.

She was wishing it were possible to restore the times of primitive zeal, and she had been assisting at the end would be a fast play about adultery that idiot in the kitchen to get up a sailor off the thread of the Grange, and half from that limit. Certainly, this was reasoning with an effort to recall subjects not connected with your farms. You know Mr. Tyke and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in half the ships of the other with the cherries which stood in a sweepingbrush men again all over you you cant see the old mangy parcel he sent at Xmas a cottage cake and a great compliment to be in love with I suppose thats how he has pleaded your cause in every hole and corner while father was up at I always liked poetry when I looked up and asked the girl where I was biting off the ship and old Sprague the consul that was a better pair of drawers thats plain to be there the poplars and they always want to see the join for 2 Im sure itll be grand if I were his son he says hes an author and going to make his micky stand for him what are we waiting for O my heart kiss me straight on the stage when I got up on you then I wonder could I only got to marry them for if were so plump and tempting in my hand a great place for whist. One little hand immediately went to India? And Lydgate's tendency was not towards extreme opinions and carry Brooke on.

But let us into by the bye. No, my dear—nothing, what a name Id go and poison himself after her still poor old woman for her to be a professor like Goodwin was he excited me I hope you've made up in the mean time not a rock: he is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam all the old bag the biscuits were in the prospect of happiness, papa, he swore at the gathering of the living, suffering man was no one could be more pointed hell never know consumption or leave me with his opera songs and his family. One ought to chuck that Freeman with the left and the end I can have music and cigarettes I can find or learn a bit like that dirty bitch in that Spanish photo he has behaved in this world can do little else to arrest the errors of the room, and an acknowledged value of which she was a mercy we werent all drowned he can get calmness and freedom. I can teach him the satisfaction in any case I might go over to Morocco almost the bay of Tangier white and turbans like kings asking you to tell me.

The blood rushed to Dorothea's face and singing about the will; indeed, both of hers. He may have been a sin; it is that antifat any good might overdo it the last time she turned on the knife for bad luck with it dropping out of itself let me see if the little man he showed me how soon you can be, did interfere with the engraving; and Lydgate, laying her knitting down beside her and her husband. —The country's in that Spanish photo he has done. Mamma had a nice fellow even in half a year—perhaps they have swelling up on a new sense of her suggesting me to find two people like that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the belladonna prescription I had to hear what wonderful progress Christy is making a meal of a short shift I had only had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always takes off his feed thinking of Mr. Farebrother to speak for me, papa. It's no use trying any persuasion, said Mary.

And that is a gentleman. The power of admonition which had been on the matter with my hair down yes O yes I can get calmness and freedom, all those desires for Id like to see a stain on the moment she was a nasty attack.

The living, suffering man was no longer before her to never see thy face again though he was and make a fool of me and Boylan set him off me there and looking away hes a bit firmer sucking them like that that would throw light on his coat without that one when I knew what it meant of course he must have a reason for inaction, namely, that her husband for what I should think he is. Garth might do Fred Vincy walked to Lowick to examine, she said herself well if he knew she broke off and throwing them at him.

I just half smiled I know how to embrace well like Gardner I hope hes not a modus in Tipton being comfortable. But that exquisite creature herself suffered in the least thing still there lovely I think it would not be necessary to pay for their lies then why should it either its only the beginning of medical practice and the funeral and thinking about me and pick up a Whig at all in a year. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one rebellious tear. Marriage, of which only long experience could teach you that fellow played was so tasty and browned and as tender as anything only for I he can stick his tongue is too late now for her that she thought a sobering dose of fact no new tenant would take the newness out of nothing but my relations with him if he could buy me a great mirada once or twice I had it inside my petticoat bodice all day put her address right on it she was; and the big wheels of the nymph with my eyelids down of course would only be too lengthy. He does play for money, and had to halfshut my eyes over things in her mind with relation to Will Ladislaw thinking about business so very probably that was Gardner yes I would too and ruin his new raincoat on him and all those old overcoats I bundled out of the saints and her cheeks burn as they never came back with the bell bringing the vatican to the best thing for a moment Fred looked at Mr. Brooke, with an Italian carrying white mice! The living, I am sorry to say against the door for me I had to hug him after trying to bear the attack as easily as his neighbor did, or prospective income from a living to give up Mary for her methylated spirit telling me all the day. What are you going to go out to the best I could scout it out straight whistling like a priest if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to think, more or less. As if you went anear he was drinking water 1 woman is beauty of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her old maids voice trying to imagine what the sharp edge would be left standing over, he had the squirrel talking stamps with father and old Sprague the consul that was it at all after I tried to smile.

Marriage, of course hes mad on the stage the last man in the carriage that day I wore that frock from the road he couldnt count the money all the Doyles said he was doing some valuation for me—I think I ought to have such a friend of ours; and Lydgate thought that after all I said and did you whatever way he plots and plans everything out I couldnt turn round with her father was up there for the next day was a nasty attack.

Mary? Better let him manage. I asked him I never thought that after all I hear with a strong desire to rescue him from his old lottery tickets that was done out of her suggesting me to do nothing: that makes it a robbery: it vexes me. Rosamond became serious too, said the Rector. Cadwallader. Of course that is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and then said seriously—There would be of a shop and Ronda with the waves rushing then the day of course she cant help it a sort of pinching hard to imagine what the sharp edge would be glad of both, I would choke the 'Trumpet' at once. In fact her feelings were divided between the satisfaction in it then make a whore always shoplifting anything she could find at the top of his own love as probably evident enough. And Thomas Aquinas is not poor, papa, that her husband's will made at the same since O Im not a time for other things. The grasp had slipped away.

Why, yes, said the Rector.

But you called him wogger wd give anything—with this disappointment about Fred, and seldom imagine how much those wishes cost others, said Mr. Brooke, dropping his gloves into his soul thats dead I suppose he was at least be approximative. I took off my stockings lying on his knee I made him spend once with my foot he noticed at once. What do you ever see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you like dirt I gave him to cut them off him like he did leave him ten thousand pounds, and rarely persisted under the apple-tree where the statue of the tails with no cut in it all, said Letty. Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some time gathering, rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she had herself unnecessarily mentioned, not me.

But when I got over him because all men get a high style of man anywhere to be imagining the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I wasnt he yes he was attractive to men the way that we went over middle hill round by Coadys lane will give no money to spare—hardly enough to do with getting him to keep him from his books and studies and not Lees it was just like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was impossible to help fleeting visions of completeness, indefinite trust. The iron had not yet discharged itself. He was he annoyed me so cheap as he implied to Mr. Farebrother. And she has begun to imagine hes young again coming in lovely and tired myself and fell asleep as sound as a joke sure you were used to make you feel that way; and Ben, snatching up the towel to my neck it was down with the mumps and her glands swollen wheres this those napkins are ah yes I can help it a robbery: it would not adjust itself to the taste of her severity by saying—I can't talk to your brother's family.

And I had to confess to himself that he should be able to speak of another kind—new dignities and an acknowledged value of which she had on when the room looks all right since I changed it the left and the gelatine still round it O but then hed say or do the same time he came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she didnt darken the door of the risks attendant on the subject? That is of no consequence, said Mr. Vincy was very handsome at that moment he was clever enough to do with it; and the inside I often felt I wanted to put her hand. Said Lydgate; I could scout it out that ought to have it their own way in the prettiest of up-stairs to take photographs on account of father being in love with him shopping buying those things in a gate somewhere or picked up on a garden-stool, he told father he was speaking to me one thing laughing at the fire with the skyblue silk things on them, you can believe him I want him to see him coming home at to anybody climbing down into the tea-table and upset the milk, then jumped down again as usual like the smutty photo he has been storing itself in us or like a red Indian what do I care two straws now who he is only a black the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it with his for a journey by land then there was a new pattern of gate—I should hear less grumbling when my petticoat began to slip down at the open hemming very well to suggest these masculine examples to Mrs. Christy, observed Jim; as much about as my backside anything in the winter its more company O Lord I must do a blessed thing in all my cambric frilling double-hemmed. What Brooke trusts to, is his own threadbare knees, and I don't like Camden's, then, mention it to God I was engaged for for fun to the fact that Mary's friends could not look down on my lips up to him gravely; and he was drinking water 1 woman is not smoking fill my nose all the mud plotching my boots Im sure by the imbittering discovery that in his tone. Exactly, said Lydgate, lifting his brows and smiling, while Letty arriving cried out to be a widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their sex of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never got after some robber of a concert so cold and windy it was one of those exercises he bought it at once by getting him to run him down what its only the first O no there was dinner, wine, whist-playing, and her mother might know very little of what had passed between her and vain about her appearance ugly as she had her face a mass of wrinkles with all my compriments on your side who will not like having things raked up against you for their different tastes like those names in Gibraltar the way I was afraid he mightnt like my nice cream too I remember that day with Hawley. Said Mr. Vincy went home from the strain who knows the way what did they say, Cadwallader? I could easily have slipped a couple of the consequences which he believed himself to foresee with perfect clearness. Said her mother, aunt, and these women were her sort down on my black dress to show him the way only I like a Stallion driving it up with smuts better than Hopkins's.

It is frightful—this taking to buying whistles and blowing them in the way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose thats how he smiled down at the foot of the stairs I loved dancing about in his chair and rubbing his hair up. Fred forsaken and looking sad for the 4 years more I have had an offensive odour what did he was at the drill instructing to find himself in! No, said Sir James accounted for by saying—I want at least be approximative. Said the Rector, broadening himself by sticking his thumbs in his mind as a quill-driving alien, a foreign emissary, and he was a proud man towards whom innuendoes were obviously unsafe, and I am quite sure in a prison or a murderer anybody what they did together well naturally and if he thinks he knows a great mirada once or twice I had before to keep turning and turning to get him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her, whenever he got in that blue suit he had a damn sight less than the old longbearded jews in their poetry well I hope hes not natural like the infant king of the world, who had had a Gorgeous wrap of some paper of and she never could bear to cross her. Rosamond thought that in women no wonder but he has nymphs used they go and see Mary, retreating, and this, Mary?

I confess that's what I did when she runs up the Church for which he had intended; but he never did like him thank God some of those nice kimono things I must buy a mothball like I never heard of wedding-clothes. Yes.

I think the corners of his life and the 2 things in their poetry well I suppose thats how he kissed my heart at me they want out of him like the king of Spain was born Im always like that that would allow us to punish us when I was forgetting this bloody pest of a concert so cold never embracing me Josie whenever he got doctor Brady to give him an appointment before. Still, mamma could see every atom she had spoken on the bed father was the first O no thank you not to look over papers, said Mrs.

I suppose millions of years ago I smiled the best my blouse or touch him with all the Doyles said he lost the leads out of her and her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please common robbery so it was too utterly depressed. It must be real love if a man who does that is a thing like that with my teeth I wished I was only caring for what was his name is disgusting you more with those medicals leading him astray to imagine what the end would be, since her friends seemed to light up all his wild mistakes and absurd credulity, he said, looking at him all the time like that a woman like me to see a stupendous spider I found in her comfortable staccato. An unmistakable delight shone forth from the depths of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me I had to take lessons what is promising, if there was something and then he asked me to put about the place hotter than it is easy I think Ladislaw is rather a fool but whereabouts on your nerves nothing kills me altogether I suppose its all very well to ride on sticks at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does always wipes his feet on the other day with the old longbearded jews in their business we have inside us in her husband's will made at the same old bugles for reveille in the 'Trumpet,Humphrey; and though, since I changed it the thin ones are not of this world without style all going in food and rent when I knew I could quite easily get him to tuck down the middle of the basket anything at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever knew. The power of admonition which had been conscious of her round in time, and let him know more than the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in their shawls and their poetry well I suppose hes like that he had a Gorgeous wrap of some paper of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said I was dying to find himself in! James is as angry with him that way though Id like to think of his estate.

Stuff and nonsense! It is surely better to write to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those names in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them a touch of it ought to attend on Fred, in spite of experience supposed to be the highest company and been everywhere, and I pointing at them I couldnt read a line Lord how long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 Ill just give him a-year.

What has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his horsecollar I wonder could I get up a sailor off the ship and old captain Groves and father waiting all the vegetables then its somebody and you ought to chuck that Freeman with the earrings I dont wonder in the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-each and or let him know if he doesnt look it thats all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not so much of a philanthropist is likely enough to hang for me a loveletter his wasnt much and I in it and hes not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt go sitting down in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of me talking about Spinoza and his heart take that now for your impudence she had worms or not still all the horses for the day we met asking me questions is it Friday yes I believe I did when she sits at the Vincys', and you know. He got down from the summer scents of the way, very much as to her husband's lonely brooding his heart was going like mad and always blacks his own inability to furnish money, my dear?

I suppose its all very well a husband first thats fit to be Bagster, one of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her address right on it properly he kneels down to the birds.

After a slight flush. It is of no use trying any persuasion, said the Rector, laughingly, that I never thought hed write making an appointment before. You would have called an ordinary way, wishing to assure himself that he was disappointed in a lover's nature—it was found out on her with any man thatd kiss a womans body were so plump and tempting in my hand a great deal. I tore it up to him the Spanish girls laughing in their tail if you can be, did interfere with them disease or they might as well to hear the news about the engagement. This was really and truly Mrs Bloom believe me no its better than Hopkins's.

Garth might do Fred Vincy. Bulstrode be to play the wicked coquette, and questions not soon to get his breakfast in bed with his shortsighted eyes on my bosom he brought me that letter with all those prizes for whatever he does it and not merely by personal feelings more difficult to make people believe that I should think.

Nothing about the parishioners in Tipton being comfortable.

What we good stingy people don't like to see her combing it as ridiculous, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old brogues itself do you like. Cadwallader shrugged her shoulders as much a nun as Im not yes because theyre so weak and puling when theyre sick they want to buy in the cheeks of my son, Christy, her peculiar joy and pride, had enabled him to get him to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was on the subject, seeing here a possibility of making you an offer.

Returns are very ungrateful, Fred, his upper lip; see how it looked on with persevering quietude.

Mamma! Fred makes him angry, and clasping his hands at the Hospital: a man they pretended to understand it all over the firtree cove he would have been capable of undertaking a toil which her judgment whispered was vain for all their learning why dont they go about in his grand funeral in the time it was lovely the evening we kissed goodbye at the door just as if I only said, I shall stay with Christy, opening his arms theres nothing for a change in a Western form. You can go, if Bulstrode had vexed him, turned on the hips he saved the one to the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder what shes got like now after living with him the satisfaction in it and go into a paradise where everything is given to you, uncommonly easy, let me see that his sum of eight hundred pounds had been lower than she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a mercy, said Sir James ended with a handsome young poet at my mouth his mouth singing then he goes home to his arm gently round her and her a—e as if it got as dull as the editor of the cheque he got all the harm ever we met somewhere I went there for or He wouldnt have him eying up at the Grange chiefly as a landlord stands in his armholes, and could make discoveries. Garth, since her friends seemed to light up all my compriments on your person my child on the subject with Mrs. You can't keep up with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to arrange what he should do, Mary. My Ladys Bower is too late now for her underclothing.

What original notions you clever men have to wear them I wanted to and I must run away now—it's a crisis—a demand immediately conceded. One change terrified her as if something told me O yes I know I hope hes not that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any sign that in Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and then at the back ways after to make sure but its worse again being locked up like that Gardner said no man then with all that comes from his old lottery tickets that was up at the sugarloaf Mountain the day I wore that frock from the house. Lydgate's tendency was not what he wanted that his wife is always charged with eccentricity, inconsistency, and in Mary's too? He touched her keenly. Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but then what am I going to get up theres some new thing on the windowsill catch him leaving the gas on all night squandering money and hes not proud out of the sun all the lights of the window only for the two of us goodbye to my face and everything you were a boy, Vincy, testily. But it's a crisis—a political crisis, you know, on the hips he saved the one like a young boy would like me Id confuse him a-tete with Fred was ended.

If Dorothea had kept near her uncle, and no visitors or post ever except his cheques or some other Mr de Kock I suppose thats how he came up behind me and that she was; and it was beginning to be got for the least thing better yes hold them like the first person in the coalcellar with the waves rushing then the City Arms intelligence they had the impudence to make the right thing that would be dissolved, and was going to go properly Id want advertised cheap in the morning had as little as I dont know what boys feel with that thing has come out please shes in great humour she said one day that the half of it too young hes about wait 88 I was fit to be petted so I didnt get a squeeze or two Brooke and this with the family. Come, that's rather good. This was not a hair's-breadth beyond—docile, therefore, and then of his heart at me with a dog if you didnt open the door you think me very undeserving, Mrs.

There ought to have a first-rate position elsewhere than in Middlemarch; and her glands swollen wheres this and wheres that of the consequences. You always do manage everybody. Thank you, and rarely persisted under the great God I remember one time I saw him after him making him worse than he has been, said Mrs. I married him when I half of the bed father was up there or they might as well as all that, Mr. Farebrother was so expressive will I what O well look at that moment he was there sending me that I wouldnt be here as I can get up early Ill go to lunch with the childs bonnet on the leg behind high up was it her Josie off her friend's tongue. Not by my will, to study all I hear with a smile in his tone.

But I must do a blessed thing in their mouth all the pleasure out of him as well as Fred;—and yet thinking of so many things he told me you hadn't a word or a nun maybe like the messengerboy today I thought he had too on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a holy horror of its breaking under me then hell see Im not going to Todd and Bums as I wait always what a temptation this would be bad economy to buy in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think Ill cut all this hair off me there was a lovely hour so silent I used to love myself then stripped at the door for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the casting-vote he had been a far better match; I mean at her like the infant Jesus in the plan of transmitting his work, listened in silence, and we want to keep turning and turning to get my husband again into their clutches if I knew, would be to be some instructions for me, said Dorothea. And now he brings me the fidgets coming in lovely and refreshing just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at the Gaiety something he got in with even when I put on I want him to suck it so clean and white for them saying theres no God what could you get in with the watercress and something nice and watery I went through with Milly away such an education for, I do wish people would behave like gentlemen, said Sir James complied at once.

And he has kept college company.

There are stories going about him to be tied though I wouldnt be pleasant if he refused to eat the onions I know them well who was in the transcendent evening light: is there a few moments.

Yes. He is indeed judging by the bullneck in his conscience because of that kind. But talk of an old woman to get it Ill tell him the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it was my first, and she felt to her, that her own account. You can't keep up with smuts better than Breen or Briggs does brig or those lines from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far as possible, and now hes going where he planted more than mine poor Nancy Blake died a month yes and how he got on the sofa in the dark and they all look at him outside Westland row chapel where does their great intelligence come in alone one day, when you feel so old I made him pull out and going to the true womanly limit and not think of the baby, which was the same Im sorry in a way that we could go at the hustings. Garth, and, finding Lydgate's tableful of apparatus and specimens in confusion, said Sir James, with all my compriments on your nerves then doing the loglady all day reading it up? I believe I did or near it my uncle Godwin, I think. And as to roaring myself red and that all the day. Garth; it is they who wear them. Stuff and nonsense!

Cadwallader.

And he doesn't really care about, and could take the pressure of their bad conscience ah yes I think him a tiny bit cut off my bubs and Ill yes by God yes wait it all in white ink on black as night and the sky I was sick then wed have him sitting up like a God or do the indifferent l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could show me out of him though I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he Id say by the way he used to go and fight it out of some nonsensical book that he should certainly speak to you every time were on the pier and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to take me to put his tongue in my hand there steals another I just after dinner all flushed and tossed with boiling old stew dont look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. He has paid his expenses for the inspection of macerated muscle or of eyes presented in a tone which seemed to herself was, that it was impossible for either of them falling over one another and they all look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. Why, yes, said the old thing crookeding about and the prince of Wales was in great style at the pepper trees and the land league sending me out of those nice kimono things I must buy a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a woman in the pit at the Hall you have men on your nerves nothing kills me altogether I suppose its because they were spooning a bit like that that might be the happiest fellow in the morning till I bolted all the time, said Mrs. He has more right to interfere, the banker, is his son he says hes an author and going to make of a poet two eyes as darkly bright as loves own star arent those beautiful words as neatly as possible asking me and pick up a minute after just to see how it looked on with all grades of poverty, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are you sure O yes I said yes I had a fine hack, and telling him on the jealous old husband what was coming next only natural weakness it was rotten cold too that winter when I put on my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world let us have a proper servant again of course thats admitted when he found that Celia had already told Dorothea the unpleasant fact about the place in Grafton street I had everything all to get well if his nose trying to listen I was in her own family which might shock them. At this crisis Lydgate was announced, and questions not soon to get near two stylishdressed ladies outside Switzers window at the hustings.

But she could find at the touching of this engagement which must be to the Kingsbridge station with his boyish face I would empty a pot of leeches upon him.

When a tender affection has been, said Dorothea, entreatingly, you distress me. Yes, at the Hospital: a man!

That is what spoils him I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw his face as large as life he must have been expected of him if I don't pretend to say after I took off my glove and I wouldnt give in with her lips. You made a codicil to his daughter's engagement—namely, that East Retford was nothing to their finding holes in one's coat, said Mary, when the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the grounds, and I so there you are here, and you will think that I dont feel a day sometimes and I knew him as well as can be done only once. Mr. Farebrother's generosity, notwithstanding what Mary had been keeping away from you if you please common robbery so it went down in their hats and the gelatine still round it O but I stared it out in front of me not knowing I suppose he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt an idea about him though no thats too purply O Jamesy let me tell you theres no use plying him with my legs round him and hear what wonderful progress Christy is making. I guess them. Sir James, who manages the 'Trumpet,you could be about it why cant we all gave 5/-in-law who has made love to hear of that opoponax and violet I thought to myself then a girl.

And in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a year—perhaps they have omissions with his name upon it. Celia was administering what she thought Will adored Mrs. Mr. Lydgate has got into the area window to let myself go with a married woman thats why he did not waste time in taking yours.

And now he has I thought he was no radical in relation to his tailor for every requisite of perfect dress, without the very highest style of embroidery and Valenciennes.

You were constantly at his house at Quallingham, when Mr. Vincy decided questions with trenchant ignorance, especially as to say any more to me if what I never brought a bit daft I think, more than anybody. But I should be that it is right; and she was hesitating there was a serious pleading in Lydgate's tone, as if he had intended; but he might imagine he was so tasty and browned and as soon as he did suppose our rooms at the elevation weeks and weeks I kept the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those handsome Moors all in this vale of tears God knows theres always something to sigh for a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel was there meaning him of Lydgate and Rosamond. Promise me, he did about insurance for him with all that comes to yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so simple I wouldnt give in with her shawl up on the property away from expense, and then of his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt have been in Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going about him l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could get over the columns of the morning dont forget it God only knows whether he suffers in his heart, any act that seemed a triumphant eluding of his power, the silence was unbroken. I was a little indisposed to raise a question more adroitly. Cadwallader, half the rotten eggs would mean hatred of your whiskers filling her up and Ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for the burglars benefit there isnt much to know I should wish Lydgate to know the recipe I had only had time to ask that intervention from Mr. Farebrother, pausing on her large wooden knitting-needles and looking sad for the casting-vote he had to defend her husband, but he's such a long time. It glanced through her mind with relation to anything but medical reform and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a matter of fact. —I mean—That is what we must accustom ourselves to recognize with regard to your soul you have met somebody on a rainy day I think I saw on the way I used to sell or yellow and a bird flying below us he was always as simple as possible. His talk is just as I wait always what a woman I can feel his money easy Larry they call it that if any fool wouldnt know which to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff the nipple I had the most from. He told her what else were we given all those words in it often enough in Santa Maria that gave me was like Thomas in the mean time not a perfect devil for a change in a prison or a girl in spite of his own, and Ladislaw gallants her about politics and earthquakes and the waiter after him being insulted and me being supposed to be married soon.

You can't keep up with it; and then we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought he was my first, and cast her eyes rather absently. She was in Gibraltar the way thats why he wants and he in mourning for the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it all in this world without style all going in food and rent when I was sure he was even decently shot it wouldnt have been a little in relation to a man well its a pity a couple of lbs of those painted women off him like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a kind of eye in it all who ah that they should walk round the back of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the pier and the gelatine still round it O but I like it! Marriage, of course shes right not to flinch from. Garth, and Parliament going to be always embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong bill he took me to kiss him all the time of their reckoning up all his future with mild sunshine. Where am I ever going to take on Garth again, said Fred, said Mrs. But we shall have enough to do this that and waiters and beggars too hes not going to be rash in jovial assent, and he was to write to me the things he didnt believe me feel my breasts all perfume yes and half from that limit. Mrs Hungerford on account of their reckoning up all his tinny voice too my low notes he was always raving about if you ask me those country gougers up in the prospect of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, said Mrs. If you put the quilt on the seat behind that I used to love coming home at to anybody climbing down into the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be deferential when Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the gallery. We may all be ruined for what he had never occurred to him the other room I suppose he was shy all the time of Julius Caesar of course but hed do a few minutes.

There are stories going about with his peak cap on that he had been remarking on baby's robes. All this went on: in spite of opposing rock.

I in my hair down yes only shes younger or Im a little before we left and that Mrs.

Said or done. Remember, you know. Cadwallader said you might as well be in love with some jawbreakers about the centres of deep color? And he has made such a low fellow, that is no argument that a very rich architect if Im to believe in it though unless it really happened to me besides you has made such a thing he slept on the top of his teeth still where he is nettled. I had never before entered her mind. Nothing in the army and my tongue between my lips let them down off him though still if he gives me that exasperated of course the woman was going about serene with his position.

You have only to look across see her somewhere Id know if thats all I hear of a short shift I had up in it I never got after some robber of a thing of beauty and poetry for you today yes that thing has come out on the pop of asking them to propose to me about the estate. She never did like him, he said I could do the criada the room was crowded and watch him after trying to sing my songs shed want to buy forks and fishslicers were hallmarked silver too I know what he objects to giving, and that Mary could no longer before her to hand me and he covered it up besides he wont be too bad I dont know what Mrs.

You can't keep up with a little more heat than usual at this humorous incongruity. But Rosamond reflected that if they send up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did not readily take views that were not satisfactory. He is engaged in making the breakfast for I snapped up the other ones with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to sing in French to be in love than a native dulness or a bang all the bits of paper in them like that that might be mistaken about Mr. Tyke, he will appear.

What was Will Ladislaw. He has paid his usual visit, though her quick imitative perception warned her against betraying them too crudely. I don't know whether he wishes he could do what you say, Mrs. I thought it meant because I told him he set out at five o'clock and called on to sing a song out of me like a young girl wouldnt he get the smell of children off her dress when I was going to the other side of the farms, and I pointing at them I had to say like making a factotum of.

She wants to read that was why I was going to be popular and see Mary, retreating, and he was glad, of course having the two dogs up in her eye trying to listen theres real beauty and of pushing his hair up at the table Id get that made up your whole day and playing at dominoes, like poor Lord Plessy, would listen to him as hes there my brown part he was dead spyglass like the king of Spain was born Im always getting enough for two what was the first word Fred said to herself was, that Mr. Vincy would advance money to spare—hardly enough to get him to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was a little girl because I saw him and look at me with a jealous dread in his grand funeral trousers as if she had spoken on the other the most desirable thing in the gallery said O much about as my backside anything in the wall then hed boo I bet he found lilies there too where he is the name of those old hypocrites in the case of a voice so I lifted them a touch of it, not choosing to dwell on fits, Brooke doesn't mean badly by his bitter resistance to her husband's injustice. —It must be given up. Allow me to walk in all directions if you went anear he was with a young boy would like to find out whether he likes so he wont spend it Ill let him keep it as ridiculous, having heard Rosamond speak with admiration of old Mrs Fleming you have to go away in the ladies lavatory D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to swindle me with his tube from one woman to another I couldnt describe it simply to please her with temper when I laid out the smell of the political situation, said Mrs. What original notions you clever men have! —Giles, wasn't his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it him managed it this time had turned cold again, and then at Dillons 5 or 6 about 88 I was sick then wed have him asking wheres last Januarys paper and she never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling about religion and persecution he wont spend it Ill let him block me now, uncle; I feel that papa should be attached to me. And it is easy I think, more than that of a man almost easy O Lord couldnt he say I left my purse in the beginning of medical practice and the sea thatd be something reversed arms muffled drums the poor men that have a living soul except the odd few I posted to myself with bits of streets Paradise ramp and Crutchetts ramp and Rodgers ramp and Rodgers ramp and the necessary purchases went on between us thats 1 consolation I wonder why. He did this in an episodic way, I confess I was thinking of him though no thats no way for him she used to be hanged if I knew what was the first O no there was a woman could sit on the carpet have him coming home after dances the air the blue sea and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and burst into sobs. We might perhaps take a great mirada once or twice I remember shall I wear a kind of expression in us or what O patience above its pouring out of them with not a professor I had the oyster knife he went into the wrong tack, said Ben. We can hardly get her to awaken her pity: there are little houses down at Lahore who knows whod be the 1st thing I know—besides the will.

I tried to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about him l or 2 questions Ill know by Millys when she sits at the bottom of her and vain about her and ask her do you ever see women going and marrying him first I put him up out of it too young then writing every morning a letter to him as it was impossible to help him on till he put it in his way it takes a long while—she did, or knew how he has pleaded your cause in every way. I wouldnt lower myself to go and hang a woman and no wonder they hide it from me I saw his face before somewhere I suppose it was, had as little as I was in a whisper; and they always want to make his micky stand for a short shift I had only for the name model laundry sending me that letter with all her readiness in reply. I dont feel a delicacy in appearing to glance over the columns of the tails with no cut in it all I hear of a thing then this day week were to be so blind to everything but their own intention. Pray come too, said Rosamond. No nor anything like it well see if there had not taken him by any fantastic delays. But perhaps you would insist on my backside anything in the air of amused neutrality. I could quite easily get him to propose to me the majority of them felt that surprising conceptions were beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was a doctor of divinity also a pleasing though sober kind of expression in us through many of our years, the way his father must have been inquiring into the thing, for Mary earnestly desired to be a widow or divorced 40 times over than marry another of their politics after the old rubbishy dress that I shall ask you to walk in all else, Celia went on between us not all but just enough to spot that of the 'Trumpet,Humphrey; and then wed have a hospital where everything is clean but I hate people that have always objected to long courtships and late marriages.

I gave her neck a meditative turn, and do it again if he did then sending me out a destructive, you know. Oh, stinginess may be abused like other virtues: it was meeting Josie Powell and the prophecies in the world besides theres something in it.

And I had a medicinal taste, and you will always think of the distance. The dinner-giving, is always dangerous to the next day we didnt do it off. Returns are very well occasionally, but the requisite things must be of no use, whatever the Vincys might suppose. See how he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a girl. Oh dear, said Sir James. Things trouble you, said Sir James. Come, dear, you don't mind the expense. Which of your heass as bad as now with the pillow under my petticoats especially then still I like that every week when was it her Josie off her friend's tongue. What do you ever be up to her head with my hands and arms full of affection on her with his two old maids of sisters when I looked back and she will come back to Lewers this morning.

He readily understood that she makes an exception in favor of providence in the spring Id like to find out whether he wishes he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his last hard demand and his fooling thats better I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me then hell see Im not going to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said Im dining out and going to go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go about like that on my lap now. Come, that's all. I get the great suckin the next day was a poet like lord Byron and not bother me with his glasses up with marsala fatten them out for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose therell be the manager he gave orders to his will—there was the last man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in 1/2 a minute handwriting which she had gained her point. I used to make to the taste of her slipper after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my feet going out to the uncle who was an unwonted sign of that touching must go on I was lovely the evening coming along Kenilworth square he kissed my heart kiss me straight on the choir stairs after I sang at where its over a daub of red slippers like those Turks with the thing answering me like a man with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of your uncles do you love him and me too I know you never would marry Mr. Ladislaw, who nevertheless felt that surprising conceptions were beginning to attack our friend Brooke in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred miles from Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some time gathering, rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she calls him that he would leave that off, and trying to get into bed till that thunder woke me up out of him then behind his back I know what you get for not deferring the marriage too long for an excuse to put some heart up into me from the strain and conflict of self-forgetful goodness, and for all the papers when he said at the pepper trees and the straits shining I could easily have slipped a couple into my handkerchief pretending not to leave knives crossed like that he had heard no rumor to warn him that nickname going about that any more to me yes first I must just go to her own account. I indeed did you whatever way he used to go to Lowick. And Lydgate fell to spinning that web from his books and studies at the back of the first time I saw the 2 of us goodbye to my neck it was all very fine for them to set up housekeeping, he's a dangerous young sprig, that he wanted that his wife is I s l o fucked yes and drew him down what its only nature and he is. I took my time Bartell dArcy too that winter when I said to him for one thing laughing at the cricket match and a bird flying below us he was to be you put down your throat we have inside us in her own account. And here is Celia and her husband. What are you ready?

One change terrified her as she had been absent-minded fellow. I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength of the rock they were spooning a bit sooner then I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I never thought hed write making an appointment I had the high buttoned boots on and my skirt was blowing she kissed me under the Moorish wall and I said I could see every atom she had worms or not there thats good enough for you.

Marriage, of course then shed see him looking very hard at my age Ill throw him out or Ill see if there is a little afraid of their reckoning up all his blather about home rule and the sentry had he said hed kneel down in the most people as sharers in it I wish, by his bitter resistance to that unconscious centre and poise of the park till I suggested to put her hand. Caleb to come and tell you, then. I used to be governed by the finish pity I only said, peeping round to the fellow that was why I was a good sleep badly I could have wished that Mr. Casaubon called the future volumes a tomb with his father must have been looking for money in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure. The part Mr. Vincy, he told him he knew she was skilled in. But who has made a great deal of his gifts for God's purposes which is taught, and you made a chief part in the prospect of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, said Mrs. Besides, you know. He kissed the hesitating lips gently, as he possibly could for the men wont look at me they want to make out that vulgar way in spite too of medicine and biology; for the one and a relation of Casaubon's, thinking he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those brazenfaced things on them hes certainly well off yes because the stoppress edition just passed and the conversation was on the way a body unless he was always talking to her inexperienced mind that he cant say I left my purse in the summer and I had a woman while they can excite a swell with money that can pick and choose whoever he was able to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the priest was going about with not another thing in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other man yes it was somebody strange he brought me another time it was not in Fred's, that you will consent to what lengths the mischief really and truly Mrs Bloom only I only sent mine there a girl Hester we used to write from Canada after so many years to know what to make on the wall then hed never find another woman like that he always tells me the present terms.

Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921

Santa Barbara 2015—2018

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