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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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Want to be Yours

this might be the longest fic I’ve ever written yall 😵‍💫 this thing has everything and that includes 🌶️ smut🌶️ so precede with caution if that’s not what you’re looking for. i hope you all really like this fic and enjoy!

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It felt weird to walk the halls of the office again. She felt like a stranger in the place she once knew like the back of her hand. Everyone was cordial and excited to have her back: Jan hugged the life out of her, Kameron genuinely smiled as she held the door open for her, even Vanjie toned down the usual loudness to listen to her stories about her trip away. It was good to be back but then there was a cold chill that ran down her spine as she walked to her office.

Brooke.

There was no way to avoid her narrow eyes and motionless face but she held her head up high and faked a smile, hoping to god that no one knew how afraid she was of the tall woman and how she prayed to god they could just exist in separate worlds.

Nicky had all of her folders in her arms as she waited for the elevator to open. Just another day of meetings that would make her want to stab her eyes out. She sighed as the door dinged open and walked in. She only moved down for a moment before the door opened again. She lifted her head and felt her heart drop.

Fuck.

Brooke Lynn Hytes walked into the elevator in all her glory, typing away at some email or meeting note Nicky assumed. She settled across from Nicky, not noticing her as the door closed, the elevator moving down.

Of course she was stuck in an elevator with the only woman who hated her with a passion and the woman she just so happened to have hooked up with before leaving for nearly two months without a single word.

To be fair, it wasn’t necessarily her fault she left without any notice, is what she told herself as she tried desperately to quell the pit of anxiety in her stomach. It was an emergency with the headquarters of her own company that she couldn’t have foreseen coming up and it just so happened that when she left was right after whatever that was at the party.

God that stupid party, why did she even go? She knew it was a bad idea that would worsen everything which was only made even more worse with that. She shook her head and scolded herself. Sex. That’s what it was, not some taboo sin or crime, it was just sex that happened.

Just sex. Sex that was with a woman she thought she hated everything about her and her guts. Sex that was quite possibly the best she’s ever had in the entire history of her life. Sex that happened literally the night before she left for France for two damn months that she didn’t tell Brooke about.

She finished whatever she was looking at on her phone, looking forward and not glancing to the side so Nicky spared a look. She looked good, of course she did, she was Brooke Lynn Hytes. When does she not look good? Her hair looked like blonde silk as it draped over one shoulder, exposing the pale skin of her neck. She knew how to dress but it always made Nicky feel as though she wasn’t qualified to run a fashion company. Her dress framed her body perfectly, bringing in her waist and flaring out at her hips, showing just the right amount of leg and bust to be deemed professional and flattering. The taller woman looked over for a moment, perhaps in the hopes for some quick conversation but any notion she had before had faded the second her eyes landed on Nicky.

Double fuck.

She tried to bring her gaze forward but they locked eyes. Her stomach twisted into some sick knot and goosebumps raised on the back of her neck. Brooke kept a neutral stare, not showing any emotion besides the slight twitch of her lips, speaking volumes that made Nicky want to sink into the floor in shame. She thanked whoever that it was Brooke who broke the stare, facing forward with an inhale and deep exhale that seemed pointed towards her. Silence settled and Nicky tried to focus on the number of tiles on the floor or her breathing, anything that wasn’t the one person that didn;t want anything to do with her.

“Welcome back, Miss Doll.” She kept her eyes trained forward, not looking to her side at all. Nicky blinked out of her trance and looked over at her.

“Thank you. It’s been a while.” She nodded, swallowing the worry that threatened to choke her. “But I’m glad to be back.” The other woman didn’t react at all besides a quiet hum in acknowledgement at her response. She looked at her for a moment longer before looking away, loosening the grip she had on the file in her arms as the silence came again and lessened the tightening of the knot in her stomach.

They seemed to stop moving and both looked, seeing that it wasn’t either of the floors they had picked. The doors didn’t open and both waited a moment before Brooke leaned forward, hitting a button but nothing happened. “Strange.” She muttered, opening her phone. This couldn’t be happening, there’s now way it could be, Nicky thought as she started to tap her foot against the tile. Surely she wouldn’t end up stuck here. There was a long sigh and quiet curses that made her stomach sink.

“Elevators stuck.” Brooke said simply, “maintenance is looking into it. Kameron said it could take an hour.”

Mother fucker.

She nodded and looked over at her. “Alright. Guess we’ll just have to keep each other company.” She heard a noise come from Brooke, she couldn’t tell if it was displeasure or professional agreement. They stayed quiet, Brooke leaning against the back wall of the elevator as she looked through her schedule, mixing and matching where meetings would go now with the delay. Nicky focused on her nails, picking at her cuticles and trying not to look at her.

“It’s good to have you back, Miss Doll. We missed having you here for consultation.” The voice pulled Nicky out of her nervous spiral, turning to look at Brooke's steadfast expression. She swallowed a moment, trying to figure out what she was saying, what she wanted to get out of her.

“I’m happy to be back. I dislike taking such long trips away-“

“I’m sure you do, considering how quick you were to leave without an announcement of any sorts.”

There it was. She knew it was coming and Brooke wasn’t going to mince her feelings or dull her tongue. Nicky let out a deep breath as she felt Brooke look at her, daring her to explain herself. She summoned courage from somewhere within her to look and face those icy cold blue eyes, not preparing herself for how they softened when they locked eyes on her. The taller woman’s expression was neutral but her eyes spoke volumes on her emotional turmoil, filled with anger and hatred and sorrow in some fucked up cocktail that made Nicky want to run and never show her face again. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off as Brooke stepped closer.

“To think I was beginning to think you were above that of a child and then you up and leave for months on end, jeopardizing my businesses stability and the wellbeing of my employees.” That was a fair point, Nicky said internally as she watched, pressing her lips right as Brooke continued.

“And then, to top it all off, the icing on the cake,” she chuckled humorlessly, letting out all her pent up anger in her calculated steps closer and closer towards the French woman. “You leave with absolutely no word. Nothing. Not an email, not a phone call, not even a word from your assistant. It was fucking stupid of me to think that there was something there, God I,” she exhales and brings a hand up to her head, smoothing over her blonde hair.

Nicky gnawed her bottom lip as she listened to everything she let spill from her dark red lips. The pit in her stomach returned and grew ten times its size, making Nicky nearly tremble as she watched her. She felt awful knowing she caused this much trouble, this much pain and hurt towards Brooke. There was so much she wanted to say but nothing she could say could ever make up for what she did and she knew that. All she wanted was Brooke to be there and to go back to the morning after the party, where Brooke had her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin resting on her shoulder. She wished nothing more than to turn back time and smack some sense into her old self to stay in bed, to wake up to Brookes sleepy smile that she imagined would be there after the night they shared.

“I’m sorry.” The words left her lips before she could even register what she said and how much she regretted them ever going into existence. Brooke looked over at her and scoffed, looking like she was just slapped in the face.

“Sorry? You think that can make up for anything you’ve done with sorry?” She had long abandoned her belongings but if they were still in her arms, they would have fallen to the floor in a slam. She had crossed over to her in two strides and with her eyes set in Nicky before stopping, maybe a breath or two away from where she was, anger radiating from her body in this swallowing aura that Nicky could feel fill the small space.

“God, I am this close to either hitting you or kissing you right now.” She whispered with such venom that coated and seeped into her body.

From the look on Brooke's face, she wasn’t supposed to say the last part out loud. Her brows raised and her eyes widened but she quickly received, of course she did, putting on a cod front that could shake even the most stoic of soldiers.

Nicky felt her heart stutter at the notion that she still wanted to kiss her, even if it was a sick twisted rage induced kiss. She hadn’t stopped thinking about their kiss either, and everything else that happened that night. She looked up at her and locked eyes, not backing down from the fury. It was a test of wills, seeing who would back down first but neither made a move. Then in a split second, Brooke lunged forward. Nicky stood still, waiting for the blow and all the anger coming for her but instead felt those pillow soft lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

Her instincts kicked in as she kissed back, dropping her papers to the floor as her arms looped around Brookes neck, hands desperate to feel her and make sure this was really happening. Warm hands gripped her hips as she was backed against the wall firmly, gasping as the cool metal touched her scorching hot body. They pull away barely before connecting their lips again, desperation and hunger overflowing between them.

“All I’ve been thinking about is you. Fuck you’re everywhere.” Brooke whispered in her ear, getting the shorter woman to gasp and shudder. “I feel crazy whenever I’m with you.”

“You’re not the only one.” Nicky managed between stuttered breaths as Brooke's hands roamed over her body, gripping and cupping whatever flesh she could hold in her hands with a frantic energy, as if she would disappear in a matter of moments. “I wanted you so bad I nearly came back the second I landed.”

“Do you still want me now?” She whispered, her hands untucking Nicky’s shirt and snaking underneath the silky fabric, cupping her breasts over her bra. She gasped and arched slightly into her touch. Fuck, she was really desperate.

She looked right at Brooke, lust clouding her vision. “Yes.” There was a nagging voice in her saying she shouldn’t give in to her so easily but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her mind was more occupied with her warm hands on her breasts, lighting her up with desire. “I want you, Brooke Lynn.”

She cracked a small smile, stopping her advances in undressing the French woman. She stared for a moment before she leaned down and kissed her slowly. Nicky responded to the kiss, so different from the rushed ones before. More meaningful, taking a moment to savor what was happening. “I do too. I want you, Nicky.”

“Then take me.” She whispered, eyes turning black with arousal and lust, even a subtle growl punctuating her words. The blonde smirked and kissed her again, biting at her bottom lips. She moaned against her lips, easily distracted from her thigh sliding between Nicky’s, one hand holding her hip and the other came down between them, rubbing over the lacy fabric of her panties.

She whined at the teasing, pushing her hips further on Brooke's thigh. “Brooke please” she begged, struggling against the rush of sensation going through her. “I need you.”

“Show me.” Her words dripped from her lips like a sickly sweet syrupy and Nicky moaned, hips moving with a mind of their own against Brooked thigh. The taller woman grinned and brought her lips down to her neck, finding her pulse and sucking hard at it, running her tongue over the bite to soothe the bruised skin. Cool hands cupped her breasts, making her hot skin burn even hotter before taking one of her nipples into her mouth.

“Fuck.” She whined, pushing her chest closer which only spurred on the teasing, making her lose her breath and come even more undone. Her hands went to Brooke's hair, fingers masterfully undoing the hard work she knew the woman took in the morning for her professional appearance. She wove through the soft strands and gripped tight, hips rocking harder as the thigh flexed underneath her core.

As much as she loved what was happening, Nicky needed more. She wanted that burning from Brooke fucking her senseless and she wanted, no needed right then and there or else she would scream.

As if reading her mind, Brooke's fingers dipped underneath her panties, making their way down to where she knew she needed her most. She gasped and bit her lip, keeping from screaming in that damn elevator as her fingers circled her clit. They slid further down, right at her entrance and opening, drawing out a gasp and moan from the shorter woman.

Nicky pulled Brooke in for a strong kiss, their tongues roaming through each other's mouths. They pulled away with swollen lips and panting as they locked eyes. Brooke could feel a strong tug at her heart, from the look on Nicky’s face she felt it too. This was more than just a fuck in the elevator, it was vulnerable and nervewracking. She was pulled out of her worried tumbling of thoughts with a soft hand to her cheek. Nicky looked at her and something clicked inside Brooke. All of those pent up feelings of anger and betrayal and hurt melted away and she smiled softly, at ease. They shared another sweet and tender kiss as Brooke’s fingers pushed in, the French woman moaning into her mouth.

Nicky clawed at Brooked back as she moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure as the twin stimulation of her fingers pumping in and out and her palm pressing down on her clit nearly sent her over the edge in that second. She screwed her eyes shut as her back arched off the wall, knuckles gripping white. “Brooke!” She whimpered, tears of pure pleasure starting to collect in her eyes.

“I know.” She kissed at her cheek, feeling her twitch and clench around her fingers in that sickeningly addictive way Brooke hadn’t stopped thinking about. “Do it, ma belle.” She whispered into her ear. All the shorter woman could do was nod as the tight coil within her snapped. She screamed silently as her entire head went empty and her body limp as her world crumbled around her.

Brooke slowed her fingers gradually before slowly pulling them out, cautious at how Nicky twitched. Wiping her fingers off, she looked over and saw just how much that took out of her and chuckled internally. She brushed away some of her stray hairs and tilted her chin to look at her. “You okay?”

Nicky blinked, still coming out of her post sex haze before she could really understand what Brooke was asking her. “I’m okay.” She nodded, breathing heavily and staring up at her. She smiled as her graceful fingers tuck her sweaty hair back away from her face, able to see her more clearly now.

They locked eyes again and she swallowed nervously. She couldn’t read how Brooke was looking at her and her heart came into her throat. She went to open her mouth but she couldn’t get anything out before Brooke’s lips were on hers in a magical kiss. It was unlike any they had before and it felt oh-so-right. Brooke pulled away gently and looked back down at Nicky as her eyes fluttered open, her hand holding her cheek and her thumb gently brushing over her soft skin.

“I want this, Nicky.” She said, just a soft smile on her face. “I want to be with you.” The shorter woman just stared and Brooke felt her own nerves set in but she continued. “I know you shouldn’t even give me the chance for everything I’ve said to you but I can’t stop thinking about you. You deserve someone heads and shoulders above me and my behavior but I know what I feel now and I can’t hide it. I can’t keep pretending I don’t think about you. And you can scream or hit me all you want-“

She was cut off by the French woman surging forward, silencing her with another kiss. Brooke blinked but quickly leaned into the kiss, cradling Nicky’s jaw in hand before they pulled away. “I want you too, Brooke Lynn. I’m sorry for everything I’ve said too and I can’t deny my feelings either.” She grinned up at her, her two front teeth poking out in a way that made Brooke melt.

“Okay.” She smiled back, pecking her forehead. She pulled the woman into her arms and off the wall, helping her to her feet as she redressed herself. They both looked like a mess but they didn’t care. “This feels like a dream.”

“I know.” She chuckled as she fixed the buttons on her shirt, not bothering to fix her hair. “Didn’t think this is what would happen in an elevator on my way to a meeting.” Her hand reached for Brooked and they held onto each other, squeezing to see if they weren’t dreaming either.

“Definitely not.” She laughed with a smile and squeezed gently once more, looking up to see the glowing numbers of the elevator staring back at her. “Oh.”

“What?”

“The elevator’s working.”

Nicky looked at the same numbers, blinking in surprise. “Oh. It is.” They looked at their piles of work on the floor and back to each other. The thought they had to go back to whatever tasks they had before they got in wasn’t anywhere near their focus.

“What do you say after we get out of this you come over to my place?” Brooke said with a small smile, slightly nervous still thinking that Nicky would take her back and walk out but she gave her a wide smile and an eager nod.

“I’d love to.” The French woman squeezed her hand back. The taller woman smiled back and leaned forwards pressing the first floor button, ready to leave with Nicky by her side.

#rpdr s11 #rpdr s12 #brooke lynn hytes #nicky doll #hytesdoll #office au

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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mini fic!

so I’m almost done with the hytesdoll fic but i don’t wanna reveal anything else but here’s a little bonus scene that’s happening simultaneously 🥰

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“Nicky’s back?” Jaida beamed from ear to ear. “I missed her so much! Where is she?” She whipped her head side to side and was ready to dart down the halls of the office building before Vanessa stood in front of her, blocking the doorway.

“Oh hell naw, Ms Hall. We have a plan, remember?” She looked at her expectantly. The younger woman had a puzzled expression on her face, shaking her head at her.

“Plan? What plan?”

“The plan to get those two idiots to admit their feelings to each other! You know, the one the whole damn office has been planning for months?”

“Ohhh, that plan!” Jaida nodded, now remembering what they were supposed to do.

“Got it, now what do we gotta do?”

“Jackie already scheduled them to have meetings at the same times so they’d need to take the elevator. Kameron did some mechanic thingy to have the elevator stop and then we just gotta wait for the magic to happen.” Vanjie listed, for once in her life being organized and ready with a plan and a wide grin on her face.

Jaida nodded and looked down at her phone, her Lock Screen flashing a picture of her and Nicky smiling at one of their old photo shoots from way back when. “You really think this is gonna work? Brookes been so pissed off because of her and putting them alone in a small space… that sounds like a death sentence for them both.”

The Latina rolled her eyes with laugh. “Baby you don’t know Brooke like I do. This is exactly what she needs. She been dancing around that damn Frenchie since she got here day one. She’s gotta face the music and dance already.”

They quieted in an instant as Brooke walked past the conference room, looking down at her phone. They watched her, Vanjie peeking her head out and watching her head down the hall towards the elevator and walking inside.

“Nicky was in that one.” Jaida whisper screams excitedly, a text from Jan coming in on her phone. They cheered and high fived each other.

“Did it work?” Asia and Jackie came in, hearing the excitement.

“Hell yeah it did!” Jaida hugged Jackie close. “We’re matchmaking geniuses!”

“Now we gotta wait. I got the text from Brooke saying they’re stuck.” Kameron said, coming with a wide grin. “Is it bad that we’re enjoying locking our bosses together in an elevator?”

“No.” Everyone said unanimously.

“We’re helping them. They’ll thank us later.” Jan grinned, sitting next to Jackie on a sofa.

“Or skin is alive.” Yvie muttered. Asia nudged her shoulder. “What? It’s a really possibility.”

Vanjie rolled her eyes. “We know those two like each other so we’re just giving them a helpful push. All we gotta do now is wait.” Everyone agreed, smiling and chatting to each other about what could happen.

“Yeah and see who kills who first.”

“Yvie!”

“What?!”

#hytesdoll #office au #jaida essence hall #vanessa vanjie mateo #jackie cox #asia o'hara #kameron michaels #jan sport #yvie oddly

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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wip wednesday

the writer juices be flowing today so how about a little bit of hytesdoll on this fine day?

Fuck.

Of course she was stuck in an elevator with the only woman who hated her guts with a passion and the person she hooked up with before leaving for nearly four months without a single word.

To be fair, it wasn’t necessarily her fault she left without any notice, is what she told herself as she tried desperately to quell the pit of anxiety in her stomach. It was planned ahead of time that she had to return to France for business reasons, it just so happened it was right after whatever that was at the holiday party. God that stupid party, why did she even go? She knew it was a bad idea that only made everything worse with that. She shook her head and scolded herself. Sex. That’s what it was, not some taboo sin or crime, it was just sex. Sex that was with a woman she thought she hated everything about and sex that was quite possibly the best she’s ever had in the history of her life.

Double fuck.

“Welcome back, Miss Doll.” She kept her eyes trained forward, not looking to her side at all. Nicky blinked out of her trance and looked over at her.

“Elevators stuck.” Brooke said simply, “maintenance is looking into it. Kameron said it could take an hour or two.”

Mother fucker.

#wip wednesday #brooke lynn hytes #nicky doll #hytesdoll #office au #ooooo the tension~~

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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Ready, Set, Fight!

it’s done! it’s finally done. first of all, i’d like to thank @sweetestberryofthebunch and @thecollectionsof for helping me through this, you guys are amazing so so helpful everything because this was a BEAST to figure out and they have been such amazing friends so, send some kudos their way!! enough of that now, let’s get into some intense hytesdoll!!

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Everyone was chatting up a storm, dressed in a rainbow of colors only emphasized by the beige and bland walls of work, separating and creating a lively party scene. The work week was done, snow was coming down in festive flurries, all good omens for a great night. Laughter bubbled in the room, filling it high and rising to the ceiling before popping and showering everyone in a warm hazy glow of joy.

Jan was giggling at some sort of joke, cheeks rosy from the chill at the open window or maybe her first sips of wine ever. Jackie was chuckling too, Jan swaying slightly and bumping into Jackie as she gave a warm smile that seemed to trickle over to Jackie. Kameron was quietly chatting in the corner with Asia, getting the brunette to roll her eyes at whatever old story from Tennessee the redhead swore was true on her grandmother’s grave.

“Would it like, kill you or something to smile for once?” Vanjie teased, champagne flute in hand as she nudged Brooke’s shoulder abruptly. “Come on B, it’s an office holiday party! What more is there to love?” Brooke rolled her eyes and stepped away from her, taking a glass of champagne from the table.

“Sorry, V. Just been thinking,” she said, nails tapping against the glass as her eyes glanced over to the empty hallway and vacant entrance, no heels clacking against the floor or obnoxiously loud chattering echoing down the halls.

Vanjie hummed. “Yeah, I'm sure. Thinking my ass,” she mumbled, drinking from her glass, “she still has time to get here, B. She’ll show up.”

“And how do you know that, Miss Mateo?” She arched a brow at her friend.

“Oh I have my ways. Don’t you worry a little hair on your pretty blonde head, Brookie Cookie.”

Brooke groaned. “I thought that nickname died after we broke up.”

“You know that name won’t ever die as long as I’m still here walkin’ this earth.”

“So I’m being haunted before I’m dead? Great. Just what I needed.”

They laughed, sipping the now room temperature champagne together.

The night continued on and everyone loosened, drunk on happiness and joy and the magical something that always came around in the winter. Brooke was laughing with her friends, cheeks aching from how much she was smiling at some old story Vanjie was telling. Kameron finally cracked a smile and Brooke actually believes that Jan and Heidi’s minds melted at the sight of the stern woman finally showing something other than pure and undeterred focus.

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“Are you sure we aren’t arriving too late for this party? It started nearly an hour ago.” Dame asked, her nails tapping against the black silk covering her thigh. Nicky scoffed and adjusted the thin strap of her dress.

“Mon ami, we are French. It is our natural birthright to be late; fashionably so, might I add.” The blonde was touching up her makeup as they stood in the elevator, fingertips barely gracing her lips as she wiped the edges.

“But this is a social event. We cannot afford to lose what little footing we have, especially after what you said happened with Miss Hytes.” Nicky made a face in her small mirror and Dame mumbled an apology at the mention, focusing on the ground to avoid the blondes light glare.

“Tonight is a night to have fun. Don’t think about the company for even a minute. Let loose, have fun, get drunk off cheap American wine and when the mood is right, I will give that woman a piece of my mind, understand?” She looked over at her friend, watching her nod in agreement. “Good.”

She pursed her lips gently at her reflection and smiled, satisfied with her work as she dropped her compact into her small hand bag.

“Now let the fun begin.”

“Nicky! I thought you weren’t going to show up!” Jan said, perking up at the sight of her friend. She smiled widely and got off the couch excitedly, arms pulling her friend into a tight hug.

“You know I like to make an entrance, Janice.” The French woman chuckled, hugging the young woman back just as tightly. Dame had drifted off to the side, drink in hand as she talked with some girl Nicky couldn’t remember the name of. She smiled, seeing the tall girl smile and even chuckle it seemed before she slipped into conversation with Jan and Jackie easily. Of course her eyes periodically glanced around the room as she looked for a certain someone, not noticing how close Jan seemed to be leaning in when Jackie started telling some story from when she and Nicky were in college.

“And then we keyed that professor's car, right Nicky?” Nicky broke away from her gaze into the crowd with a hum, turning to Jackie and nodding with a small quirk of a smile.

“Well that’s what he gets for making fun of an immigrant.” She grinned as Jan cackled, leaning back into the couch. She excused herself and went to get a drink, stepping out of the lounge and into the small kitchenette they had in the office. She exhaled deeply and grabbed herself a glass from a shelf. There was a bottle of wine on the counter and she wasn’t going to let it go to waste. She poured a generous amount of wine, her grip loose and haphazard on the bottle but she somehow managed not to get a single stain on her dress. Lord knows she was going to need some sort of crutch tonight if she saw her which she knew she was going to. Really, all she was doing was delaying the inevitable.

“Hey! There’s my girl.” Jaida said, coming up right next to Nicky’s face.

“Putain de dieu! Jaida! Are you trying to kill me?” She cursed, looking at her friend. “You nearly made me spill my wine.”

“God forbid a French woman loses her liquor.” The brunette chuckled, hopping onto the counter and taking the glass from her, sipping gently as her friend huffed. Nicky watched her and crossed her arms, her unbothered image seeming to melt in an instant as she started tapping her foot.

“So, is she here?” Her voice was quiet, checking over her shoulder for anyone coming in or out and possibly catching them.

“Yeah she is. Might not be her considering how much I’ve seen her smiling.”

“Really? So the ‘Queen of the North’ really can show more than just an unbothered bitch face. I will believe it when I see it.” She chuckled, relaxing slightly. “Are you sure your ‘oh so amazing, foolproof plan’ will work? I haven’t seen her once.”

“Relax, Nicky. I know it will. You should’ve seen the way Brooke was looking all around that little conference room. Looked like, at least to me, that she was looking for a certain someone.” She nudged her shoulder, drinking again from the glass. Nicky felt warmth grow in her chest and she smiled a little more. Even after the stand still they had been at, she still looked for her and cared, or at least some small part of her did and that was all she needed to know. All she needed was an inch, a single centimeter, anything that Brooke could give her and she’d make it count. She nodded and smiled to herself a little.

“You actually think this will work?”

“Girl, has any one of my plans failed before?” Jaida asked. “Brooke likes you. Like likes you a lot. All you need is a little moment for something to happen.” She dangled the wine glass between her fingers loosely and Nicky reached for it before Jaida yanked her hand back.

“Uh uh. You don’t need this. You need to go and find that blonde devil and talk to her. Don’t need any alcohol messing up what you have to say.” She put the glass down, reaching her hand over and squeezed Nicky’s shoulder gently. “Go check near the balcony. You know how she likes one of them death sticks every now and again.”

Nicky smiled and rubbed her friend's hand before stepping away. “Jaida, I owe you big time.”

“Damn straight you do. I should get best best friend of the year for this matchmaker shit I’m pulling.” She scoffed with a proud smile, down the wine in one go and pouring herself more. “Now go find you lady!”

Brooke was leaning against the railing, metal cool against her forearms as she watched the bustling city. The little lights looked like tiny bugs crawling around the sidewalks and roads from up here. She had wandered off from the party after the 3rd embarrassing story Vanjie found so important to tell everyone at the party. She couldn’t remember how long she’d been out there, but the chill had set in a little while ago and she could feel her cheeks now rosy and not her normal light dusting of pink.

“Of course the Queen of the North escapes to her frozen hide away.”

She turned around at the door and looked at the voice she already recognized. She bit the inside of her lip as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Little Miss CEO finally decided to show up.” She snarked back. “Glad to be graced with your presence. Beautiful as always, like a true doll.” She drawled out, glass between her fingertips as she watched Nicky’s hands clench into a tight fist and her lips press into a thin line.

“Thank you, Madame Hytes. I’d say the same to you but I wouldn’t want to inflate your ego more than it’s already enormous size.” She said after regaining her composure, giving the taller woman a polite smile, standing ramrod straight to take up as much room as possible. The silence settled around them in a strangely comforting way as they looked at each other, taking in the bits and pieces that seemed to have appeared. She had a different shade of lipstick, a new necklace, even the shape of her nails seemed to have changed, pointed but with a touch of gentleness in the curve. Brooke turned away from her and brought the cigarette to her lips, the smoke leaving them in wisps Nicky could barely see from her own visible breaths in the cold.

“That’s it? Nothing else to say to this inexperienced child?” Nicky egged on, her nails drumming against her forearms. She stayed inside and watched Brooke's back, fully on display with the dress she had chosen that night; satin hugging her thin waist and flaring out over her long legs like liquid luxury.

“Oh I have plenty to say. Depends on if someone’s willing to listen.” Nicky grit her teeth for a moment and felt her body heat up. All she could hear for the past few weeks every time she made a mistake was Brooke’s low voice taunting her, teasing her and she could feel her restraint snap when she looked over at her with her piercing blue eyes.

“Now I will be heading back inside to people who value what I have to say. Good ni-”

“I have something I want to say first.” Nicky cut her off, finally stepping onto the concrete floor of the balcony and into the chilly night. Brooke stopped and looked at her, taking in her small frame and how it filled the balcony, radiating with something fiery that beckoned Brooke to listen and stay put. Nicky breathed in and out before looking back at Brooke.

“You see me as nothing more than a child playing dress up, but I can assure you that I don’t take matters with my company lightly.” Her eyes set on Brooke’s in narrow slits, a stone cold stare returning to her face. Brooke squared her shoulders and stared hard at her as if entering an arena to battle for blood.

“I am young, yes. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how hard work builds a name. I’ve worked for everything I’ve had: opportunities, bookings, every little chance to get our name out there was my work. I got us there so don’t you dare think that I am some spoiled little girl with no concept of character and ethics.” Her voice was harsh and her cheeks grew red and Brooke knew that it wasn’t from the cold. Nicky’s small frame came closer to her as she grew more and more impassioned, her head tilted up to look at her.

Silence settled around them as Brooke absorbed everything Nicky threw at her, not so much as a hair falling out of place of her stone cold character. Nicky could only pinpoint the surge of anger coming through her, her body hot and pulsing like a wave of electricity running through a live wire. Sparking and ready to burn.

“Honestly, I think you should be grateful you received some of those pictures. They were quite beautiful, if I am allowed to say so.”

Silence again.

“And frankly, I think you need to loosen up a bit and have some sort of fun and not be such a stone faced bitch.” She huffed, having finally gotten everything off of her chest. Pure euphoria dripped into her stance as her breaths filled the silence, little puffs coming in on some sort of rhythm. Brooke was still just standing there, her stance unchanging and eyes neutral in her concentrated stare. Nicky blinked and felt another wave of anger. Still even after spilling everything she had, that cold hearted ice queen could barely give her the time of day and it drove her manicured nails into her palms.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say for yourself? Nothing?” Nicky scoffed and watched how steady Brooke's breaths were. Even uniform puffs of white in the cool air.

“I’m not going to feed into a child’s tantrum.” She finally snapped back, her natural cold tone cutting more than the crisp air making Nicky’s nose red. She hid her satisfied grin with her own fiery glare that had a suspicious twinkle, as if she was craving this battle of wit. Now it was her time to strike.

“Like I need advice from a CEO who had to partner with this child to save her latest release.”

“Excuse me? How dare you-“

“Haven’t you read anything online? ‘Hytes modeling: brink of crumbling’. It’s everywhere! If anything, you should be thanking me instead of treating me like such a nuisance because I’m the one that’s giving your name any value.” Before she knew it, Nicky was pushed back inside and off the balcony and against the pale ivory wall. It all happened so fast and the next thing she knew her hands were pinned to the wall and gasped, seeing Brookes face mere inches from her.

“You think you have any right to speak to me like I didn’t pave my way through the mud for this company?” Her voice was low and rumbled in her chest with a deep seeded rage that Nicky had never seen before. She’d seen Brooke annoyed and most certainly pissed off but she always managed to keep a pageant fake smile on her face but now it was like the dam had broken and every bit of anger was rushing to the surface out towards her. She was completely still, barely taking in breaths so as to not make the situation any worse. Her demeanor changed, that playfully snark gone from her eyes now replaced with a still hesitation as she watched for Brookes next move. She hated the party of herself that subtly, just barely pressed her thighs closer together as Brooke came even closer towards her face, feeling her hot breaths as she watched her nostrils flare.

“You have some nerve to treat the coordinator for your next runway photoshoot like dirt beneath your feet.” Her grip didn’t loosen her grip and her stare stayed trained on her, her jaw clenched as she embodied a starving predator before their prey. But Nicky managed to smirk and use what little bit of French cockiness she had left, tilting her chin up to stare down at Brooke, noses nearly touching.

“So she likes to be on the bottom now? How interesting. Maybe I can help you with that later.”

The distance shrank down to zero as her head was pushed back with a dull thud into the wall as she felt pillow soft lips against her own. The sensation was all consuming as every thought went out the window, all she could think about was Brooke Lynn Hytes kissing her like she was the last woman on earth. It felt like a dream but oh-so-real as Brooke dwarfed her with her strength, pushing hard against Nicky’s lips and her teeth pulling her bottom lip between them. Every part of her was sparking and alight with energy, her wrists pushing against the strong hands gripping her like a vice in some futile attempt to gain back the straws of control. Nicky whined, hoping and praying to god that the noise was muffled somehow by their lips but from the slight curve against hers, she knew she heard it.

They broke apart for air and Brooke had a smirk drawn on her face as Nicky leaned forward, trying to chase her cherry red lips. Her cheeks were a perfect shade of hot pink that was starting to spread down to her neck, blooming over her chest. Her eyes were glazed over in a lust filled haze, eyelashes fluttering as if she was ready to fly away. Her lips were plump and parted just a bit as she took in little inhales, her impeccable lipstick smeared just enough around the corners to ruin her professional persona.

They stayed separated, just staring at each other as the dust settled around them. Nicky could feel Brooke’s hot breath against her lips as her hand came up to her cheek, gently stroking over the pink flesh with her thumb in a way that made her head spin.

“You think you can help me, pretty girl?” Her voice was low and syrupy, dripping into Nicky’s ear with a sickening sweetness that made her clench around nothing and she knew with the small quirk of those deep red lips, Brooke noticed. Sharp eyes dragged down Nicky’s body and she swore she could burst into flames as she watched a hunger set into those bright blues.

She somehow managed to say without stuttering, “I know I can,” her voice barely above a whisper. A low chuckle came from Brooke as her thumbs caressed the tender flesh on the inside of Nicky’s wrist. It was an innocent touch in nature, but the way her nail periodically would catch the skin ever so slightly sent sparks down her body straight between her thighs.

“You never fail to amuse me, pretty girl.” This couldn’t possibly be real. This can’t be real. Not even ten minutes ago Brooke was ready to rip her throat out and now she’s dousing her in compliments and pet names. It was wrong, it shouldn’t be happening but it was so fucking hot. She squirmed and tried to work against her hands on her wrists but couldn’t. Her body felt like a flame and it needed something, someone to make the burning stop and save her from the depths of her desire.

Her eyes ran over Nicky’s body like a vulture, drinking in the state she was in up against the white wall. Writhing under hold, thighs rubbing together, barely suppressing down those sweet sounds Brooke so desperately wanted to hear her make. She wanted to make her squirm, make her beg, make her scream her name and have everyone know that this was who she really was. A desperate, pretty girl all in her control.

“Why don’t we take this elsewhere, Doll?” Her breath up against her ear and nearly making Nicky’s eyes roll back.

“Yes.” She whispered quickly, barely letting a beat of silence come between her words. That same smug smile met her gaze and white hot need ran through her, begging for some sort of relief.

“Good.” She kissed her again and drew out a moan from the depths of Nicky’s chest. She let go of her hands and they wrapped around her neck, pushing herself into her arms. Soft skin against expensive fabric filled their senses as Brooke gripped Nicky’s hips, pulling her as she walked backwards to an empty spare room.

“Let’s see what you got, Doll.”

Nicky barely remembered anything before she was pulled into the darkness and into Brooke’s arms but the one thing she did recall was how wholly and easily she slipped. She fell right into her trap and the worst part that turned her stomach inside out was the fact she didn’t want to leave. She was stuck and she didn’t want to leave.

#rpdr s11 #brooke lynn hytes #rpdr s12 #nicky doll #hytesdoll #office au

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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Things got complicated

ha ha! i got this done earlier than i thought so, point for nattie! but anyways, here is the next update of the hytesdoll office au for you all!

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Three weeks. It’s been three weeks of this back and forth and Brooke could feel her mind start to go insane. Weeks of little comments in meetings, gentle brushes when they pass each other in the hall, small smiles that she wants only her to see. It was driving her crazy. How could she do this? With a collaborator, no less. Brooke sighed and rubbed her temple, laptop open with a mountain of emails waiting to be answered.

“Brooke Lynn!” A loud voice says, barging into her office. Brooke sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“Go away, Vanessa.”

“First of all, rude. Second, I have those prints you need to submit by tonight. You’re welcome.” The brunette said, hand on her hip as she dropped the file onto Brooke's desk with a loud smack. Brooke sat up, at attention and reaching forward for the manila folder but a hand slams down on it before her fingertips can make contact.

“Vanje.”

“Oh hell no. You are gonna spill what the hell’s been goin on with you before you get your grubby hands on these.” She picked up the folder and held it in her hand, sitting in the seat across from the desk and crossing one leg over the other. “Now start talkin.”

Brooke groaned and leaned back into her chair. “It’s nothing, V. Can I please just have the prints?”

“Nope.” She said, relaxing back into the chair with a satisfied grin.

“Vanessa, I don’t have time for this.”

“You don’t got a meeting till 2 with them Frenchies or whateva. You got plenty of time to explain why the hell you’ve been actin like someone shoved a fucking tree up your-”

“Okay!” Brooke held her hand up. “I get the idea. I’ve been an ass.”

“Yeah, a fat one.” Vanessa scoffed. Her eyes softened as she looked at the blonde, her nails drumming against the wooden desk. “Brooke, come on. You can tell me what’s goin on with you.” She sighed and looked at the ground for a moment.

“It’s the company we’re working with.”

“They causing problems?” She asked, suddenly intrigued. She leaned in more with a curious glint in her eyes. “Cause you know we can get Kameron on it real quick.”

“It’s not the actual company.” Brooke tried to explain, exhaling through her nose and grabbing a red pen off her desk, twirling it between her fingers. “It’s the company's head that’s causing some… tension.”

Vanessa furrowed her brows. “What, that Doll girl?” Brooke nodded, her grip tightening slightly at the mention of her name as tension ran through her body. “I think she’s pretty cool.”

“She’s a child trying to be a CEO.” Brooke said sharply, her fist wrapped around the pen. Vanessa made a face, tilting her head and her eyes glancing between the fist and Brooke’s set jaw.

“So? You were like that when we first started this agency.”

“I wasn’t entitled. She walks into any room and thinks everyone should bow at her damn feet. Who does she think she is?” Brooke was out of her chair now, pacing as she spoke and lost in the sea of thoughts she’s kept inside for the past weeks. Vanessa just nods along and lets Brooke rant, absentmindedly looking through the photos in the folder.

“Did you hear her at the last meeting? She completely uprooted the shoot we had planned for months just because it interfered with a lunch she had. Can you believe that?”

“Mhm yeah, how rude.” Her fingers pull out one photo and she whistled at the picture. “Damn she knows how to model.” She said under her breath and looked up at the blonde. If there could be steam coming out of her ears, there would be considering how deep her scowl was and how cold her stare was, freezing the carpet if she was able to. “Ya know, if you dislike her so much then why did you order an entire photo shoot of her?”

That’s what gets her to stop weathering her heels into the carpet. “What?” Surprise evident in her voice as she stared at Vanessa.

“Girl, look at these. They’re all of her.” She held up the folder to Brooke. She snatched up the folder, thumbing through the pictures with her eyes scanning over the photos. All of the pictures, every single one was a photo of Nicky in a variety of garments revealing more and more of her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled hard, her anger boiling inside her.

“From that response, I have a feeling this isn’t what you needed?”

“No. Not at all.” She grit out, closing the folder shut and putting it on her desk. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of her nose. She exhaled and opened her eyes, a hard stare in her eyes as she mumbled something and grabbed the file again, heading for the door.

“B! Where the hell you goin?” Vanessa asked, sitting up in her chair and watching her friend.

“To go talk with Miss Doll.” She said before storming down the hall, a fire in her eyes that Vanessa knew wasn’t any good.

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Nicky was at her desk, humming to herself as she crossed items off of her list when her door was pulled open harshly. She looked over with an annoyed expression on her face. “Excuse me, have you never heard of knocking?”

“What is this?” Brooke asked, dropping the folder on Nicky’s desk. Pictures spilled out, all of Nicky in what probably was the finest garments Brooke has seen in months with sultry smirks and smiles on her lips as she stared into the camera. The French woman looked down at her desk and chuckled at the photos, evening pressing her lips together to keep from smiling. Brooke could feel her blood pressure rise. She had the audacity to laugh at this? She looked up at Brooke with that same smile she would give her whenever they caught each other's eye during meetings.

“So you got my little gift I see.” Her voice was playful and Brooke set her jaw hard, teeth grinding against one another.

“I have been waiting for your submissions for four days for this edition and you think it’s appropriate to send this in?” She has to contain her rage and let the annoyance take over her voice. Nicky’s lightness shifted in her eyes, staring at Brooke the same way she did when processing information. Silence filled the room as they stayed where they were, both not saying anything. “Well?” She expected, no, demanded an answer for this behavior. Nicky smirked and chuckled to herself and Brooke had to restrain herself from lashing out. “You think this is funny?”

“I must say, I’m surprised it took you so long to come down here, mon ami.” She smiled, getting up from her seat and stepping in front of her desk gracefully and methodically, as if wanting Brooke’s eyes to travel up her toned legs and up to her short pencil skirt. Brooke swallowed and kept her stance steady, tall and proud like an unmovable pillar from the ancient Greeks. “And if I remember correctly, you also sent me some interesting materials, Madame Hytes.” Brooke hated the way her name rolled off her tongue so easily, her accent adding something that made her stomach twist and her chest burn with a fire that she couldn’t explain. The smirk in her voice tainted her just as much as the one across her red lips.

“Those were specific to the necessary editorial cover, something you would have known if someone didn’t need to hold your damn hand every five minutes.”

“No but that one of you half naked was absolutely necessary for the campaign and just had to be on my desk.” Nicky arched a perfect brow upwards, now sitting on the front of her desk, ankles crossed and her hands holding onto the edge of the artisan carved desk. She was so calm, eyes glinting and taking in every bit of Brooke's tense stance and anger barely holding back. She wanted to cut that smug grin off her face, she wanted to bring this entitled woman down to her station, to show her what a true leader is like. The carpet between them was more of an ocean, dividing their stances clearly and making it nearly impossible to see the others side. Her steps were confident as she crossed the distance, her back straight and her head high as her eyes looked down at the blonde.

The silence was thick in the room; palpable and ever present as they stared into each other. The clock ticked ever so slowly as their breaths filled the space between the robotic clicks. Brookes hand came down onto the desk, gripping it tightly and barely a millimeter away from touching Nicky’s skin. She could see a shift in the younger girl, her confidence wavering for a second as her lips twitched. Something flashed in her gray blue eyes Brooke didn’t care to pinpoint, her own blue eyes storming and ready to strike, too focused like a predator. Her heart was pounding in her ears, setting her pace for how hot and visceral this feeling was inside her. Her eyes stayed trained on Nicky with ice-like precision as Nicky’s eyes seemed to wander and drift around Brooke’s face, searching for something as her brows slowly relaxed and shifted into something more gently, vulnerable almost.

“My apologies, Madame Hytes.” She said, her voice thick before finding its usual steady tone. “I did not intend to cause such a disturbance to you.”

Brooke retracted her hand from the desk, brushing off her suit before nodding. “You have a lot of growing up to do if you want to survive in this world, Miss Doll.” She looked at Nicky one final time before walking out of her office, a satisfied smile on her face.

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Vanessa listened to Brooke's rant when she came back to her office. “So now you finally feeling better?”

“Much.” Brooke sighed in relief, leaning back into her chair. “It was a long time coming if you ask me. But hopefully now it’s in the past and we can continue into our next projects

Vanessa made a humming noise and raised a brow and Brooke looked over at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know but I think she wasn’t trying to get you off your game with all those pictures and whatever.”

She looked at her confused. “What other reason would she send me those pictures?”

“Brooke.”

“Vanjie.”

“Are you being for real right now?”

“Yes, why would she send me those?”

Vanessa sighed and snickered to herself, hand over her mouth. She started to giggle harder at the sight of Brooke's confused pout.

“V, just tell me already.”

“Brooke, use your damn head. Why would a girl send pictures to someone else, especially those ones.”

Brooke thought for a moment as Vanessa had to force herself not to laugh, pressing her lips together tightly to keep from any sound coming out. She ran through the list of possible reasons in her head but still found nothing. What could it be? She wasn’t looking for comments or help, she certainly didn’t need any with how captivated she was after she opened every folder to a photo of her in dresses, pantsuits, bodysuits and even lingerie. Her eyes widened as it finally hit her.

“Oh my god.”

“Mhm, now you finally seeing it?” Vanessa said, a smug smile on her face as she watched what looked like a full system shut down of Brooke's brain.

“There’s no way.”

“I think there is, Brookie B.” She got up from her chair and walked over to her desk, her voice light and singsong. “Little miss Frenchie likes you. But the real question is, do you like her?” She leaned against the blonde, nudging her shoulder.

She was speechless, utterly speechless. Her mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that Nicky Doll, her collaborator and colleague liked her.

“Well,” Vanessa clapped her shoulder. “I’ll leave you. Seems like you got some things to figure out.” She walked out of the room, still chuckling to herself and her voice echoing in the office and in Brooke’s mind.

There’s absolutely no way she could ever like Nicky. No way in hell that would happen. She brought a hand to her head and looked down at her desk. Could she? No, absolutely not… but maybe there could be. She shook her head and sighed. As she stared she noticed a sticky note in the folder from hours ago. How she didn’t notice the hot pink paper was another thing but her hands went for it, holding it between her thumb and forefinger as she read the message.

Hope you enjoy these, Ma belle.

There was a little heart at the end and Brooke couldn’t fight the small smile gracing her lips. She put down the sticky note and the smile lingered before Brooke blinked and groaned again, running her hand through her hair. She sighed and looked at her calendar.

“Fuck.” She had completely forgotten the holiday party at the office, the holiday party that was tomorrow with everyone invited to attend, everyone including Nicky Doll. Nicky Doll, her collaborator, her colleague and the girl she just happened to like.

“Fuck things just got complicated.”

#rpdr s11 #brooke lynn hytes #rpdr s12 #nicky doll #hytesdoll #office au #that's the official name now

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fuckyeah-dragrace · 1 year

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Let the games begin

Soooo I have berry to thank for absolutely hijacking my brain with thoughts of hytesdoll so, because of that… I wrote something for it so enjoy

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Brooke Lynn was sitting in her office when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” her head never lifted from her papers. The faint clicking of heels echoed against the carpeted floor as she felt the person stand strangely close to her desk. She still didn’t lift her head when they cleared their throat after a long beat of silence.

“Do you need an invitation to introduce yourself or must I ask you?” She drawled, finally finding the prints she needed and placing them on top of her calendar on her desk.

“My apologies, Madame Hytes. I would think you care about the CEO’s you plan on collaborating with enough to know when you scheduled their meeting for.” They said, voice coated in a heavy french accent but still maintaining a feminine and light tone, almost enough for Brooke to imagine the slight smile as they spoke. That’s what got Brooke to finally lift her head and turn to them, being met face to face with a blonde woman. She took in her dress, rather formal for a simple meeting but she appreciated the attire.

“Miss Doll, how lovely to finally put a face to the name.” She said, almost robotically with how polite she was, standing from her seat and having a good few inches above the french woman, not including the heel difference. She smiled in return, her lips slightly curling to one side over the other.

“The sentiment is returned.” She extended a precisely manicured hand out to Brooke, who took her hand and shook warmly.

“Now I believe it is my turn to apologize, I meant not to ignore your presence. My secretary just submitted prints for an upcoming showcase that needed my attention or it would get lost in the shuffle.”

“Of course. I understand greatly how pressing some matters can be.” The french woman smiled. Brooke nodded, slightly uneasy at the pinpoint precise emphasis on certain words and her tone being almost accusatory but not enough for anyone to notice beside herself.

“Well, why don’t we sit and discuss this upcoming shoot then. Certainly don’t want to take up anymore of your time, Miss Doll.”

“Nicky.” She added, taking the seat in front of Brooke. “No need for last names when we will be seeing each other much more frequently now.”

“Of course.” She said in return, sitting back down and pulling out her schedule. Nicky did the same, one leg crossing over the other as her form fitting skirt found a higher purchase on her thigh.

“So, this Thursday is when we have the first shoot planned. You will bring your girls and stylists, we will have the garments ready from Haus of Couture for you and should start around 11 o’clock.” Nicky made a noise of distaste, furrowing her brow as Brooke looked at her. “Does that not sound like our agreement, Miss Doll?”

“Are we not having a day for fittings to make sure everything runs smoothly on Thursday?” It was a genuine question but there was an undercut of judgment that Brooke easily picked up on. The way her brow arched at the information, the twitch of her lips downwards, the stare that lasted just a millisecond longer than would’ve been acceptable.

“I don’t see the need for one, considering how you stated in your reports the fittings all went well for your girls.” She stared at the blonde, focusing on how the light in the woman's eyes glinted instead of shone like their first meeting.

“Of course it all went well, but this is a big event no? Why not take the extra precautions to have absolutely everything perfect on the day?” Nicky reclined in her seat, hand twirling her pen lazily, eyes almost playfully gleaming at Brooke, taunting her for having such a lack of care when that was the farthest thing from the truth. She inhaled deeply before relaxing and looking back at Nicky.

“Adding an extra day removes my studios to house your models and stylists that are needed for other shoots planned that day.”

“So then move it all by one day forward. Have the preparations and practice run of everything on Thursday and then Friday run the shoot, seems like a simple fix, no?” Brooke bit the inside of her lip and smiled slightly, the obviousness of her tone making her knuckles white for a moment as she collected herself.

“It is possible bu-”

“Then I think we have our solution, Madame Hytes.”

Silence echoed in the office as both women stared at each other. Nicky with her eyes expectantly waiting for any form of agreement, a head nod or a hum in response. Brooke stayed silent, partially stunned at the interruption and the other at the audacity of the woman for her lack of concern or care it seemed for her company. She remained stoic, swallowing her tongue and nodding, smiling politely.

“Of course. That can be arranged, Miss Doll. I’ll let my staff know once we are finished here.”

“Wonderful.” Nicky smiled. “Other than that, I believe this photo shoot will be quite successful.” She got up slowly and smiled sweetly at Brooke. “I will be seeing you Thursday then?”

Brooke followed suit, nodding along. “Yes of course. Wouldn’t miss this after such meticulous planning.” Nicky pursed her lips and nodded, sensing Brooke’s underhanded jest.

“It was a pleasure seeing you, Madame Hytes. Until then, au revoir.” She had turned her back to Brooke and was out the door, only her red nails in sight as she waved, her heels clicking as she walked out of her office. Brooke inhaled and sat back down at her desk, sighing and running a hand over the hair on her nape.

“Ladies! Cheers to an amazing shoot today!” Vanessa shouted, drink in hand. A group of girls whooped and cheered around her, raising their drinks and glasses. Brooke was off to the side, watching and observing the comradery with a slight smile. After the events of the day, the photoshoot went well with absolutely no problems whatsoever (courtesy of herself, of course). She could feel her chest swell with a slight pride as she glanced now and again at Nicky throughout the process, enjoying the slight amazement in her eyes.

She swirled her glass as the girls dispersed now, chatting amongst themselves with the music filling the bar, the lights dim as she was by herself at the bar. She could see Nicky with other girls as she was with a few of her models and some of Brooke’s photographers. Her effortless smile, teeth glinting in the low light, her laugh echoing and somehow snaking its way through the music and into Brooke’s ear.

“You tryin to glare some holes into that girl's head?”

She snapped out of her daze, turning to find Vanessa right by her face. She jumped slightly. “Jesus, Vanessa. Do you have to be right by my face?”

“I’m just tryna make sure you don’t kill the frenchie.” She sipped her cocktail, sitting down next to her. Brooke traced her finger over the edge of the glass.

“Well that certainly wouldn’t be good for us.” She said diplomatically. “Especially with the shoots next week.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “What is this? Miss itty bitty doll got your panties in a twist?”

“Do you have to be so vulgar? We’re in public and around other colleagues, Vanessa.”

“I’m just callin it like I see it, Miss Hytes.”

“Well then you must be overdue at the optometrist. Nothing is going on between me and Miss Doll.”

“Yeah nothing yet.” Vanessa makes a face and sips her cocktail again as Brooke swats at her shoulder.

“I am serious! Nothing is going on besides that little croissant eating mongrel.” Her hand gripped her glass again, hearing Nicky’s voice again over the club music. Vanessa noticed and rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath.

“The fuck she do to you for her to already be on your burn list? She’s barely been in the damn country for a week.”

“Basically call me unprofessional seven ways to Sunday. She had me move the entire shoot to another day. Can you believe that?”

“Oh no, she had the audacity to say something against the damn Ice Queen.”

Brooke groaned and swatted again as Vanessa laughed loudly. “Again with this nickname.”

“Bitch, don’t act like it ain’t true.”

“I am not the Ice Queen. I’m approachable.”

“Bitch if you was an animal, you’d be a damn porcupine with how prickly you are.” The ice was melting in Brooke’s cocktail and Vanessa flagged down the bartender, getting two shots right in front of them. Brooke looked over her shoulder and she caught Nicky’s eyes for just one moment, seeing how tauntingly she smiles, how her eyes always seem to fucking glint or glimmer or shine in someway whenever she looks at her. The french girl delivers the final blow, winking at her before returning to conversation.

Brooke grips the bar top, her knuckles bone white as closes her eyes, trying to just feel the breaths coming in and out of her nose over the obnoxiously loud music, the heavy scent of liquor and still seeing that fucking wink replay over and over and over in her mind.

“I know what you need.” Vanessa’s voice rang out, pulling Brooke out of her little spiral. The brunette handed the blonde a shot glass. “They about to play one of your songs. You gonna take that shot right now then get up on that dance floor and be that sexy mama I know you are and make the fucking baguette eating blondie watch.” Her words left very little room for debate as Brooke took the glass, downing the shot as the tequila burned her throat and made her eyes water slightly before getting up as the music started to play, a familiar song she danced to many, many times with her girlfriends in the club.

Nicky was still chatting with the girls when she heard an uproar and people flooded the dance floor. “Get it Hytes!” She heard one girl shout above the music as Nicky watched a tall blonde woman take the dance floor. She observed as Brooke absolutely embodied the pure sex and heat from the lyrics as girls around them wold whistled and cheered her on.

She swallowed and set her stare at the nearly hypnotic movements of her waist, how tight it was brought in so naturally. Was she wearing a damn corset, she thought to herself as a loud brunette shouted at Brooke, handing her a dollar. She can hear Brookes laugh echo as her composure breaks for a split second, accepting the bill before resuming her impromptu performance. Nicky doesn’t realize how hard she is gripping her thigh until her assistant, Dame, pulls her hand away saying something that doesn’t register to Nicky as she locks eyes with Brooke.

Their stare holds strong as the girls instinctively part way for Brooke, giving Nicky the perfect view. She watches with laser focus as Brooke’s hands trail up her body, starting at her waist and then slowly dragging up, perfectly outlining how synched her waist was so naturally while she mouthed along to some of the lyrics and placing emphasis as her eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint in the low bar lighting.

She keeps her breathing steady, watching Brooke grin, her perfect teeth poking through her iron gate of lips that make Nicky’s heart trip. Blood is pounding in her ear as she repeats her mantra of “stay calm, stay calm” over and over again in her head as her nails again find purchase in her thighs again. The final straw is seeing Brooke's tongue poke out of her mouth, lick over lips before winking at the French woman, her lips curling into a delighted smirk.

Your move, frenchie, the display taunted her as she inhaled sharply, her nails nearly breaking skin as she faintly heard Dame behind the heady rush running through her. Brooke breaks their painfully long gaze as the song ends, the brunette practically screaming over the music and calling for another round of shots. Nicky mumbled something coherent enough for Dame to get the message of leaving. Brooke was too distracted by Vanessa shouting for an encore to catch Nicky darting out of the bar, head bowed down almost in defeat.

Monday came and Brooke was back in her office, waiting for the results from the photo shoot from Friday when she heard a knock on her door. She’s running through her email when she waves them in. “Doors open.”

Heels click against the carpet again as Nicky comes in front of her desk. Brooke pulls her head away from the screen and stares in slight surprise to see her. “Miss Doll, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?”

Nicky smiled politely, holding a folder in her arms. “I just wanted to drop off the photos personally since you were so kind as to host all of this for us, Madame Hytes.” She smiled, lips plastered meticulously to seem honest and sincere as she shifted her feet, her tight pencil skirt a bit shorter than the ones Brooke typically saw her in. The blonde tilted her head in surprise and smiled back.

“Thank you, how kind.” She extended her hands out for the folder and Nicky placed them there, drawing her hands back. Brooke felt a shiver run through her as a red nail dragged against her skin with feather light delicacy, almost a phantom of a touch.

“I will see you tomorrow for our meeting for the next shoot, Madame Hytes. Au revoir.” Brooke could sense a slight something in the accented voice, something that she couldn’t place but nodded as she watched Nicky walk out of her office. She walked a little slower than her normal pace, her hips swaying just a centimeter more than usual as she waved, a smile on her face as she disappeared down the hall.

Brooke blinked before looking down at the folder and opening it up to see a yellow sticky note and blue ink lettering written on top of it.

Two can play that game, Madame. The script was beautiful and clean, large looping letters connected together so effortless as Brooke peeled the note away. The prints were there as promised but a little Polaroid was paper clipped to the top picture. Her heart stuttered for a moment as her eyes widened. The Polaroid was one of Nicky, her smiling face so gentle and effortless as Brooke held it between her fingertips. She chuckled and placed the picture on her desk.

“Let the game begin, Doll.”

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