#i can hear it without a microphone bl

[baloneypeep]

I enjoy yaoi a little too mych

if anyone would like a list of my favorites I'd gladly give them 🥰 

[honeynojuka]

Welcome home, master!

[7inaa]

One of my favourite periods in life is getting into manga and manhwa again and catching up on everything again, this is my favourite panel 💀🌟

[randomyaoimoments]

Hello, do you mind if I ask your fav BL based on this categories? But all category must have different BL titles.

Manhua

Manhwa

Manga

Omegaverse

Shounen ai

Younger top

Younger bottom

Seme redflag

Uke redflag

Most greenflag couple

Most redflag couple

Enemies to lovers

Childhood friend to lovers

School life

Thanks if you want to answer.

Hello there! thanks for asking :D to answer your question, Below are my personal favorite BL 😙 Hope you’ll enjoy reading it :D

Manhua :

- Fragile Relationship

Manhwa :

- BJ Alex

- Dangerous Convenience Store

- I Can Hear It Without A Microphone

- Legs Which Cannot Walk

- Perfect Buddy

- Pian Pian

- Rivalry 1

- Semantic Error

- Shutline

- Surge Looking For You

- Sweet Spot

- The Kang’s Yeesu

- The New Recruit

- The Time Between Dog And Wolf

- Walk On Water

Manga :

- Finder Series

- Cherry Magic!

- Dakaretai Otoko Ichii Ni Odosarete Imasu

- Itou-san

- Kiraide Isasete

- Honto Yajuu

- Saezuru Tori Wa Habatakanai

- Sasaki To Miyano

- The Alpha’s Bride

- The Titan’s Bride

Omegaverse :

- Heat And Run

- Kashikomarimashita, Destiny

- Kedamono Arashi series

- Kekkon Shite Kudasai!

- Okusama Wa Alpha

- Ou-sama to Puppy Love

- Remnant : Jujin Omegaverse

- Totsugimasen Kara!

- Usotsuki Na Tsugai

- You Who Wants To Love

Shounen ai :

- Boku-tachi Wa Mada Aoku

- Green Apple Paradise

- Heesu In Class 2

- Kieta Hatsukoi

Younger top

- 17 Seito

- Boku No Mama Chan

- Dou-imo Nara Nai

- Eat Me Up, My Husband

- Honey Bear

- If You Hate Me That Much

- Kore Mo Shigoto Desu

- My Pretty Policeman

- Papa Datte, Shitai

- Seashell Boy

Younger bottom :

- Collar Kiss

- Goodbye Lilac

- Hana Wa Saku Ka

- His Little Amber

- Honey Maple More More Sugar

- Hwanghyeon Text

- Isso Koe Ga Nakattara

- Katekyo!

- Kikoeru?

- Kobi No Kyoujin

- Koi Ga Michitara

- Love Me Doctor!

- Mankai Darling

- My Little Inferno

- On Or Off

- Ou-sama No Koi Asobi

- A Tiger’s Den

- Usagi Otoko Tora Otoko

Seme redflag

- Even If You Don’t Love Me

- Love Jinx

- My Hyung’s Lover

- Roses And Champagne

- Sadistic Beauty BL Sidestory

- Unscented Trajectory

Uke redflag

- Sweet Heart Trigger

Most greenflag couple

- Ouchi E Kaerou : Neko Mimi Omegaverse

- After Staring At The Starry Sky

- First Night With My Beloved

- Mother’s Spirit

- Muri Marriage

- Old-fashioned Cupcake

- Raion Gotoki No Kuni Kara

- Restart Wa Tadaima No Ato De

- Shiba-kun To Shepherd-san

- Tatoeba Konna Koi No Hanashi

- Until I Meet My Husband

Most redflag couple

- Dragless Sex

Enemies to lovers

- Alpha Ga Alpha Wo Daku Houhou

- Anti Alpha

- Fudanshi No Ore Ga Youkya Osananajimi Ni Semarareteru Ken

- I’m Banging My Rival From A Parallel World

- Omae No Koi Wa Ore No Mono

- You Get Me Going

- Megumi And Tsugumi

Childhood friends to lovers :

- Ashita Wa Docchi Da!

- Dekiai Honey Baby

School life :

- Bukiyou Na Silent

- Doushiyou Mo Nai, Boku No Hatsukoi

- Ero Yume Aquarium

- Gosan No Heart

- Hana Tokidoki Kuma

- Hatsukoi Encounter

- Hinekure Chaser

- Houkago No Etude

- I Seriously Can’t Believe You

- Iberiko Buta To Koi To Tsubaki

- Inu Mo Arukeba Koi Ga Hajimaru

- Kawaii Akuma

- Kijima-kun

- Mask Danshi Wa Koishitakunai No Ni

- Nar Kiss

- Yarichin Bitch Club

✌🏻

[pumpkin-memories]

My brain kind of exploded when I discovered that Twitter thread collecting clips from BL audio dramas in which Yoshitsugu Matsuoka (Vash's voice actor) acted out gay sex scenes (because Trigun Stampede's fandom is the horniest fandom in the world), and I could only wonder, as I listened to those breathy moans, "What the hell is the context of Japanese culture that lets this sort of thing even exist?"

Through googling, I found an article on animenewsnetwork.com that addresses this exact question: an "Answerman with Justin Sevakis" column about the art and business of BL audio dramas.

The question: "So this is something that I've always wondered about, most Yaoi manga tend to get adapted into drama cds or BL cds as some would like to call them. The male voice actors in these things (like Kamiya Hiroshi and Daisuke Ono) tend to be quite popular in anime fandom and have voiced many popular anime characters. Any reason why they lend their voices to these things? Is it to boost their popularity or to make extra cash?"

The answer: "Presumably straight voice actors take on gay roles for the same reason other straight actors take on gay roles, and why gay actors take on straight roles: because it's their job to act like someone they are not, and to pretend to do things they are not doing.

On-screen actors regularly have to make out with people they're not attracted to. All a voice actor has to do is say a few steamy lines and breathe heavily into a microphone, well away from human contact. Their character may do a whole host of things that they, themselves, are not into. The character could be evil, and could torture and kill people. Their character could be really weak-willed and stupid and let themselves be taken advantage of. None of that might line up with who the voice actor is, or who they want to be. But that doesn't matter, because they're an actor.

Anybody who has seriously studied acting can tell you that an actor's job is to empathize with their character, not judge them. Their job is to find the things within themselves that can bring that character to life. This can require them to do things -- sometimes physically -- that they might not want to do themselves. It is not real, and it is not them doing it. For them, it is work. Sometimes, it's very rewarding work.

Drama CDs have been around nearly as long as CDs. (I can't find evidence of drama LPs, but perhaps those existed too.) Often a manga publisher will commission a drama CD to see if there's enough of a fanbase to make an anime. Sometimes they're just made to supplement a franchise. They do sell, sometimes quite well, which means money for everybody. Radio dramas still exist in Japan (and indeed, many countries), and so drama CDs are pretty common things. There was even a drama CD for Perfect Blue, which was actually the drama-within-a-drama series the characters were filming, Double Bind! It's pretty cool.

Yaoi manga usually don't sell in the crazy numbers that more mainstream manga does, but drama CDs are very cheap to make compared to an anime. Even if there's no moving artwork, many fans just want to hear the characters be brought to life in SOME way, and drama CDs are a good way of doing that without having to worry about making back a huge investment.

There are good business reasons to be involved in yaoi. Yaoi fans are extremely passionate, and will likely buy CDs involving the series they like, which a voice actor would get royalties from. Some of those fans may even become a fans of the voice actor, and would then buy their solo CDs, show up at events and get autographs, and follow their work in other works. That's the sort of thing that can really boost a voice actor's career.

Hentai voice acting is, in fact, not something that most successful voice actors want to be caught doing. It pays poorly, it can sully their reputation after the fact, if their image doesn't line up with having dirty material in their filmography. Hentai is mostly voiced by junior level voice actors who are just getting started, and many use pseudonyms. However, nobody is really asking them to take off their clothes, and work is work, so many voice actors do it anyway.

But yaoi is usually not all that dirty. It's clean enough to be aired on television (even if some of it needs to be censored). There really isn't much stigma attached to voicing a yaoi show. Many prominent male voice actors do it, and are quite proud of it. They attend promotional events, assist in marketing the show, and sign autographs on DVDs. And I'm sure they get paid quite handsomely for it."

[inkyquince]

I could actually use some hentai manga recs. The only one I’ve found in AGES was ‘my pudgy coworker is a snack’ which was great and all but really quite tame… you got any recs? (Super extra bonus points for drunk, drugged, or unconscious/sleeping sex as long as the one getting fucked is the helpless one. Not like… giving a blowjob to a sleeping partner. I wanna be USED when I’m asleep I mean what)

sadly i just browse myreadingmanga these days but

i like lady k and the sick man, i LOVE i can hear it without a microphone with is a bl ONE THAT SO GOOD, a neighbour has a crush on a cam boy and ITS HIS NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR and like... the sub is a beefy dude and the dom is just... hot as fuck IM WEAK

but like those two are the only ones that stick out ngl, others i just pick up and put down and loose interest pretty quickly, sorry my love

[faithful91]

ᴅᴏᴡᴏɴ sᴀ

ᴍᴀɴʜᴡᴀ: ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ

[boylove-yaoi-comics]

Name: Full volume

[alovelyepiphany]

Awww, it’s almost something like…their first date 🥺

[nomromen]

Screaming!

[cookedcloud]

Bl recommendations ~ you can read these all on the manga owl site for free

- bj Alex

- Royal Servant

- Full Volume/I Can Hear It Without A Microphone

- Ten Count

- Hyperventilation

- Shame Application

- Sign

- Eunsoo's Good Day

- K's Secret

- Black Mirror

[jennrecommends]

Title:: Full Volume (Can You Hear at Full Volume…?) (I Can Hear It Without a Microphone)

Genre:: manhwa, romance, comedy, adult, smut, BL, boy love, yaoi, muscular uke, confident/arrogant seme, streaming, modern

Summary::

Since returning home from writing a travel piece, Dowon has been having an issue of getting his neighbor's packages constantly and whenever he confronts his neighbor, his neighbor has been really rude! And it doesn’t matter how cute or how much this neighbor is his type… it makes Dowon so frustrated every time. It wasn’t until one day that he got another misdelivered package marked “Adult toys,” that he started to pay attention. Returning to his apartment and his computer, he noticed that his favorite camboy looked very familiar and had just received a misdelivered package from his neighbor. What an interesting turn of events!

Status:: Complete (76 chapters) (side story ongoing)

Warnings:: SMUT, KINKS, SUB/DOM, BONDAGE, SIMULATED RAPE, YAOI

My Notes:: Very smutty! And this is my first recommendation/review of a really smutty yaoi so I kinda feel awkward… MOVING ON! Their relationship is so sweet and Beom (the camboy) is so adorable! And their backstories unknowingly building on each other is so sweet! I really am pulling for their relationship through all their trials!

Official English:: on Lezhin

[pamphletstoinspire]

CATHOLIC APOLOGETICS INFORMATION - Part 1

Introduction

"Catholic doctrine tells us that the primary duty of charity does not lie in the toleration of false ideas, however sincere they may be, nor in the theoretical or practical indifference towards the errors and vices in which we see our brethren plunged . . . Further, whilst Jesus was kind to sinners and to those who went astray, He did not respect their false ideas, however sincere they might have appeared. He loved them all, but He instructed them in order to convert them and save them." - Pope St. Pius X, Our Apostolic Mandate, August 25, 1910.

*

O Lord, who art called the Branch, the Orient, the Splendour of the eternal light, and the Sun of Justice, who art that Tree, of whom Thy beloved disciple speaks as the Tree of life, bearing twelve fruits, and its leaves for the healing of the nations, give Thy grace and blessing on all those various states and conditions in Thy Holy Church, which have sprung from Thee and live in Thy Life.

Give to all Bishops the gifts of knowledge, discernment, prudence, and love.

Give to all priests to be humble, tender, and pure;

Give to all pastors of Thy flock to be zealous, vigilant, and unworldly;

Give to all religious bodies to act up to their rule, to be simple and without guile, and to set their hearts upon invisible things and them only.

Grant to fathers of families to recollect that they will have hereafter to give account of the souls of their children; grant to all husbands to be tender and true; to all wives to be obedient and patient; grant to all children to be docile; to all young people to be chaste; to all the aged to be fervent in spirit; to all who are engaged in business, to be honest and unselfish;

And to all of us the necessary graces of faith, hope, charity, and contrition.

Bl. John Henry Newman

Twelve Meditations and Intercessions for Good Friday __________

CATHOLIC APOLOGETICS INFORMATION - Part 2

Be A Catholic Apologist Without Apology

By: Carl Olson

"I’m sorry. I’m really very sorry. I wish I could convey to you how deeply sorry I truly am."

The speaker was a poker-faced Karl Keating, founder and president of Catholic Answers, an apostolate dedicated to the defense of the Catholic Faith. Addressing a crowd of several hundred in central California, he stepped back and paused for a few moments, letting his introductory words settle in.

"There you have it," he said, moving to the microphone, "a demonstration of what so many people think a Catholic apologist does."

The well-received joke played on the fact that "apologetics" is not a common word in the vocabulary of many Catholics. When introduced to the term, more than a few people wonder if it means apologizing for something. As Keating noted, "Some people think that an apologist is someone who travels the country apologizing for being a Catholic."

The Meaning of Apologetics

"Apologetics" is derived from the Greek root word apologia. In ancient Greece it referred to a formal defense of a belief, an explanation or argument for one’s philosophy or religion. The word occurs several times in the New Testament, including sections of the Gospels, seeking to persuade unbelievers of the truth claims of the Church, especially the unique nature of the person and work of Jesus Christ.

Standing before a tribunal in Jerusalem, the imprisoned Paul states, "Brethren and fathers, hear my defense [apologia] which I now offer to you" (Acts 22:1). In his epistle to the Philippians the Apostle to the Gentiles states that one of his tasks was to make a "defense of the Gospel." Perhaps the best-known appearance of the word in the Bible is in Peter’s first epistle: "Always be prepared to make a defense to any one who calls you to account for the hope that is in you, yet do it with gentleness and reverence" (1 Peter 3:15).

Catholic apologetics is the defense and explanation of the teachings, beliefs, and practices of the Catholic Church. Its goal is to remove objections, shed light on difficult or misunderstood matters, and ultimately help win minds and souls for Jesus Christ. Apologetics is the activity of helping people answer the question: "Why should I be Catholic?" It does so by engaging the mind to reach the heart.

Unfortunately, apologetics has a negative connotation for some Christians, including more than a few Catholics. For these people, Avery Cardinal Dulles notes in A History of Apologetics, "the apologist is regarded as an aggressive, opportunistic person who tries, by fair means or by foul, to argue people into joining the Church." As Cardinal Dulles notes, there have undoubtedly been some bad apologists for the Catholic Faith. Apologists can be unduly argumentative, contentious, mean-spirited, triumphalistic, and arrogant. They can offend unbelievers just as easily as they defend Christian beliefs.

The Dos and Don’ts of Apologetics

However, apologetics should not be dismissed because of misuse or misunderstandings. The value and place of apologetics is best judged by looking to the finest defenders of Catholicism: Paul and Peter, Justin Martyr, Eusebius, Augustine, Aquinas, de Sales, Pascal, Newman, Chesterton, and even Pope John Paul II. These men dealt with pagans, Jews, Muslims, Protestants, agnostics, and atheists, adapting their methods and styles according to their audience while never deviating from the truth.

Most importantly, they are saints first, apologists second. They are men of holiness and prayer. A consistent and vital life of prayer is imperative for the apologist, especially since he is often under attack, verbally, spiritually, and, on occasion, physically. Prayer leads to a deeper knowledge of God and truth. "The closer the apologists grows to God in prayer," writes apologist (and president of Ignatius Press) Mark Brumley in How Not To Share Your Faith, "the more intense his hatred of error and his desire that all men know the truth; the more intense his desire to use apologetics to help bring people to the truth."

Knowledge of the Faith is necessary, of course, since the Church’s teaching about Jesus Christ, or the Eucharist, or the communion of saints cannot be defended without knowing something of substance about them. There is much to comprehend about the Catholic Church and her teachings, but the most basic study materials should include the Bible and the Catechism of the Catholic Church, augmented by solid works of biblical and theological scholarship. The good news is that publishers such as Ignatius Press, Sophia Institute Press, Our Sunday Visitor and others have been publishing quality works of popular and scholarly apologetics for several decades. Classic texts by John Cardinal Newman, G.K. Chesterton, Ronald Knox, Frank Sheed, and other leading apologists of the nineteenth- and twentieth-century are in print and readily available. Contemporary authors Thomas Howard, Karl Keating, Peter Kreeft, Patrick Madrid, Mark Shea, Rev. Peter Stravinskas, and many others have produced an impressive array of books addressing modern challenges to the Catholic Faith, including fundamentalist Protestantism, secularism, feminism, and relativism.

All Catholics should have some basic knowledge of apologetics since they will all undoubtedly encounter questions and challenges about what they believe. When challenged to explain why and what they believe, Catholics should keep in mind what apologetics can and cannot do.

Apologetics should remove objections or false ideas about Catholicism. For example, when asked why Catholics worship Mary, the apologist should be able to explain that Catholics do not, in fact, worship Mary, but worship God alone, clarifying the nature of "worship" and the role of Mary in the life of her Son and in the Church. Much good can come of simply breaking down stereotypical ideas and misunderstandings that are far more prevalent in American culture than some Catholics appreciate.

Apologetics presents reasoned evidence for Catholic doctrine. Doctrines such as the Trinity, the Incarnation, and the Real Presence of the Eucharist cannot be proven through logic or scientific method, but good arguments can be made that they are reasonable and not contrary to logic, even though they transcend the limits of human understanding. A good example of this are the evidences offered by Thomas Aquinas for the existence of God: they logically show that it is more reasonable to believe in an all-powerful, all-knowing Creator and Designer than to believe that the universe is the result of blind chance.

Apologetics should prepare the heart for conversion through an appeal to the intellect. Peter Kreeft writes in Fundamentals of the Faith, "Remember that the purpose of apologetics is not just to win the head but to win the heart through the head." The goal of apologetics is never to demonstrate the intelligence and wit of the apologist, but to invite others into a saving relationship with God through Jesus Christ. In the case of apologists who deal with anti-Catholic Protestants, the goal is an invitation into the fullness of Christ’s Church. Even in the midst of conflict, focus on conversion; while addressing the head, aim for the heart.

Apologetics cannot demonstrate the truth of the Catholic Faith. There are limits to apologetics arguments, no matter how sound and good they are. The hypostatic union and transubstantiation cannot be proven in the way that the existence of gravity or the chemical makeup of water can be proven. Put another way, the apologist has to respect both the reach and the limits of argument and reason while bearing in mind the nature of faith, which is a gift from God.

Likewise, the apologist cannot force, by sheer reason, people to believe. Humans are not calculating machines who crisply process information and then make perfect, understandable decisions. Good apologetics respects the dignity and free will of each person, even when challenging persons to consider serious reasons to believe the claims made by the Catholic Church. Defending the Faith should not be about winning arguments, but presenting truth. As the old saying goes, "Win an argument, lose a convert."

The apologist does not win souls–that is the work of the Holy Spirit. The knowledge of an accomplished apologist can potentially tempt him to lose the humility necessary to clearly understand his work. That work is always dependent on God’s grace. Which is yet another reason that constant prayer and reflection are keys to healthy apologetic activities.

Telling Your Story

One of best apologetic methods is personal testimony. In a recent article in First Things magazine titled "The Rebirth of Apologetics" (May 2004), Cardinal Dulles writes, "The apologetics of personal testimony is particularly suited to the genius of Catholicism. In the act of Catholic faith, reliance on testimony goes out indivisibly to Christ and to the Church through which he continues his mission in the world. Such testimony invites us not only to individual conversion but to communion with the whole body of believers." This thought echoes the Catechism of the Catholic Church, which explains that the sacrament of confirmation gives Catholics "the special strength of the Holy Spirit to spread and defend the faith by word and action as true witnesses of Christ, to confess the name of Christ boldly, and never to be ashamed of the Cross" (CCC 1303).

The new evangelization promoted and articulated by Pope John Paul II emphasizes the importance of ordinary Catholics sharing their testimonies of faith with others. Dry facts and logical arguments may leave many people cold, but few cannot resist the story of a soul transformed and made anew by God’s grace. In this way the exhortation of the first pope can be realized in the life of every Catholic: "Always be prepared to make a defense to any one who calls you to account for the hope that is in you, yet do it with gentleness and reverence." No apologies necessary.

A Short History of Apologetics

The first apologists were the apostles, who defended the faith while evangelizing, preaching, and establishing the Church in Palestine and throughout the Roman Empire. The two most famous apologists of the second century were Justin Martyr (c. 100-c. 165), a former pagan philosopher, and Irenaeus (c. 130-c. 200), bishop of Lyons. Justin wrote defenses of Christianity for Roman readers, relying on his background and skill in philosophy and rhetoric. Irenaeus was one of the first great theologians of the Church and he used his skills to combat the various strains of gnosticism that threatened the Church in the late second century. His major work, Against Heresies, is a significant apologetic landmark.

Augustine of Hippo (354-430) is a Doctor of the Church and is, along with Thomas Aquinas, one of the most brilliant theologians and apologists of the Western Church. A convert from Manichaeism, the African bishop wrote apologetic works aimed at the Manichees, pagans, and the Donatists. His masterpiece, The City of God, is heavily apologetic in nature, defending the Church against attacks from pagans prior to the fall of Rome. Augustine’s Confessions is one of the most famous works of early medieval literature and an example of the power of personal testimony as it continues to touch lives many centuries after it was written.

The Angelic Doctor, Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274), produced timeless works of scholastic apologetics, including the Summa Contra Gentiles, written to answer objections raised by Muslim theologians. Aquinas wrote that he set about the task "of making known, as far as my limited power will allow, the truth that the Catholic faith possesses, and of setting aside the errors that are opposed to it." Aquinas’s greatest work, the Summa Theologiae, carefully and thoroughly answered objections to the Faith, often articulating opposing arguments more cogently and persuasively than those who held them. Aquinas’s general approach to apologetics was to use the Old Testament in addressing Jews, the New Testament for Christian heretics, and natural reason for pagans and Muslims.

The sixteenth-century witnessed the dramatic upheaval of the Protestant Reformation, creating the need for apologetics oriented towards a host of different non-Catholic Christian communities and perspectives. In addition to many Jesuit apologists, the theologian and bishop Francis de Sales (1567-1622) stands out for his tireless efforts in France to win back Catholics who had embraced the teachings of John Calvin. As a young priest de Sales was responsible to winning back tens of thousands of such Catholics through writing pamphlets and handing them out door to door. Those pamphlets were subsequently published under the title The Catholic Controversy.

One of the most unique Catholic apologists was the French scientist and mathematician Blaise Pascal (1623-62). A child prodigy, Pascal underwent a dramatic conversion in his early thirties and dedicated the rest of his short life to defending the Catholic Faith against Enlightenment-era secularism and liberalism. He planned to write a thorough work of apologetics but died before completing it. The fragments and notes for that book were collected and published as Pensées. Full of insight into human nature and psychology, Pascal’s apologetic method was markedly different from the scholastic approach of Aquinas. "I can think of no Christian writer," T. S. Eliot wrote, "more to be commended than Pascal to those who doubt . . ." Essential to Pascal’s perspective was his conclusion that there exist three basic types of people: Those who seek God and find him, those who are seeking God but have not yet found him, and those who neither seek nor find.

The best-known Catholic apologist of the nineteenth-century was John Henry Newman (1801-90), an Anglican priest and scholar who eventually entered the Catholic Church after much study and personal anguish. Newman was a patristic scholar and a brilliant stylist; his Essay on the Development of Christian Doctrine is still considered to be a monumental work on early Church history, as is The Arians of the Fourth Century. But his greatest work of apologetics was his autobiographical Apologia pro vita sua, written in response to accusations that his conversion to Catholicism was a cynical and self-serving sham.

A blossoming of popular apologetics occurred in the late nineteenth- and early twentieth-centuries, led by English lay men Hilaire Belloc, G.K. Chesterton, and Arnold Lunn and priests Ronald Knox and Martin D’Arcy. Chesterton (1874-1936), a former agnostic, is notable for his prodigious output, continued popularity, and recognizable style. Frank Sheed (1897-1982), a former lawyer, founded both the Catholic Evidence Guild and the publishing house Sheed & Ward and wrote numerous apologetics works, including the classic Theology and Sanity.

Fr. John Francis Noll (1875-1956) founded Our Sunday Visitor in 1912 in an effort to fight the socialist, anti-Catholic periodical The Menace. He soon published a number of popular apologetics and catechetical texts, including the famous Father Smith Instructs Jackson, and established OSV as a leading Catholic publisher in the United States. For several decades in the mid-1900s Bishop Fulton Sheen very effectively used television and printed media to defend and explain Catholicism, reaching numerous non-Catholics.

Apologetics were popular in the decades leading up to the Second Vatican Council, but the 1970s were a low point for both popular and scholarly defenses of the Faith. The 1980s saw a resurgence of popular apologetics, often called the "New Apologetics," led by priests Fr. Mitch Pacwa, Fr. Joseph Fessio,, Fr. Peter Stravinskas, and Fr. William Most, and lay men Karl Keating, Peter Kreeft, Scott Hahn, Patrick Madrid, and others. Publishers including Our Sunday Visitor, Ignatius Press, Emmaus Road, Sophia Institute Press, and Ascension Press have produced dozens of apologetics texts in recent years, some of them classic works from previous eras and others the works of contemporary writers.

In a recent interview with IgnatiusInsight.com, Karl Keating reflected on his twenty-plus years in apologetics: "For many years Catholic Answers was a one-man operation. Today there are dozens of apologetics groups, some regional and some national. So apologetics is much more widely done than a quarter century ago, and the stigma that used to be attached to apologetics has largely been overcome." No need to say, "I'm sorry"—apologetics are alive and well.

From:  www.pamphletstoinspire.com

[england-kirkland-bottoms]

Making America Jealous Story 1

Supposed to be a short drabble like the other ones. I had too much fun writing it out *sweatdrop* Anyway, I didn’t write out any smut scenes but if you want to read tell me and I ‘ll post it some other time! Well have fun reading!

Endearing. Sweet. Bubbly. That’s how he would describe America in their relationship if someone were to ask and truth be told, England craves for a little bit more in their relationship. He loves America, he always does. He had love the boy since the day he found the young nation at the field till this very day. Albeit it changed from platonic to a romantic.

Their relationship...is cute. Hell, even sex with the American country was vanilla.

Yes, England is very much aware that he is complaining but he craves for a little bit of excitement once in awhile. Though he had no idea on how to bring their relationship to a little bit of detour from the sweet, cheesy romantic path.

“Yo, Arthur!”

He heard someone yell his human name and he stopped walking, turning his head around towards the direction where the voice came from. To his surprise it was the ex-nation running his way, waving his hands like a lunatic. “Gilbert.” England wondered what the ex-nation could be doing here in London.

“Man, we haven’t gone drinking for a long time. Let’s go have an awesome drink at an awesome pub!” Prussia immediately slung an over England’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’d rather not.” England frowned, it was a sudden invitation but then again when did Prussia ever do things normally?

Prussia groaned, and started walking. Dragging the Briton along with him. “Nope, no objections!” He said, taking a page out of America’s book. “Let’s go singing! We can go to this karaoke place I just found, they serve liquor too so we can get smash and sing!” He whooped and ignored the protests coming from England.

Eventually England sighed and stopped protesting when they had already entered the place Prussia was bringing him to. Realizing it was useless. America was coming to visit and had finished his work rather early. It was just a coincidence that Prussia was in the vicinity for whatever odd reason he just could not be bothered to figure out. He took out his mobile phone and texted his American lover.

You know where the spare key is. Prussia dragged me to a karaoke bar. I will be back home at 23:00 p.m. Here’s the address if you decide to drop by instead.

Xx xxxxx, xxxxxxx xxxxx

He pressed the sent button and put it away. Might as well enjoy himself since he was already here. “Everything is on you since you forcefully dragged me here.” He said pointedly to Prussia.

“No problem! Everything’s going into West’s tab!” Prussia grinned, already handing the credit card to pay for the room and the drinks he had ordered while England was distracted.

England shook his head slightly, only pitying Germany a tad.

“Well, come on! Don’t keep the awesome me waiting.” Prussia dragged the Brit towards the room they were given.

A smirk appeared on England’s lips, hanging out alone with Prussia will always bring back his younger self. More specifically both of their younger self during their punk phase. The time that they both had been incredibly close to each other.

Several drinks later...

“England, you’re drunk.” Prussia said in amusement, he himself was tipsy though England was obviously worse. England can never hold his liquor well. “Your turn by the way.” He handed the microphone to England as the next song started to play.

“Shut up, you wanker.” England scoffed, pouring for himself more liquor and drank it down. They had abandoned the punk genre a few songs ago and had even started singing songs from other countries.

Well, Prussia had mostly been singing England’s as there was no other options. It was so unawesome. Ignoring the logic that they were in fact in London.  Prussia whistled at the title of the song. “Dang, man. Give a good show for the awesome Prussia!” Raising up the excitement.

England, being drunk, smirked. He had already off with his stuffy clothes, the vest and coat strewn on the sofa. Leaving him in a half unbuttoned white dress shirt and rolled up sleeved. And pants. A very snug, fitting pants. His trousers laying on the sofa with the rest of his clothes. The room was kept dark so that no one would notice his state of undress.

Prussia had turned off the lights before he was tipsy and England already showing signs of being drunk from his cockney accent.

England took the microphone and started singing along though as the song goes, he started deviate from the original lyrics, changing it slightly. Swaying along to the teasing in a teasing manner as he strode over towards Prussia. The alcohol convincing him to tease the ex-nation.

I know what you wants is to get my love

You wish we could be just like Johnny and June

You'd cut out my heart and let me in the room

 Prussia gulped, suddenly feeling nervous when England threw him a saucy smile. His green eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Uh oh.’ He thought to himself.

 And you know you, you should quit this

And you'd do it if you could

I’m a hot mess, but you confessed

Damn, I got you good

 England leaned forward and let the microphone dropped on to the sofa before straddling his companion, his lips still singing along to the song. His hands both on Prussia’s shoulder. He smirked and leaned even closer, whispering the second line teasingly into the stunned ex-nation’s ear.

Despite the loud music, Prussia could clearly hear the ex-empire singing due to their closeness. He shivered involuntarily at the warm breath on his ear. The Briton was too seductive when he wants to be. He had forgotten how the Brit could get like this sometimes.

England rolled his hips against Prussia as he sang the fourth line after pulling back slightly, licking his lips as he stared into the red eyes that was looking at him with a sense of smug.

 'Cause you love them bad boys doin' bad things

Lookin' hot with an attitude

Love them bad boys like a bad dream

Shouldn't want me, but you do

Singin'

All the bad boys singin'

Yeah, all the bad boys singin'

And you can't help it, no

Damn, it feels good when you're messin' with a bad boy

 England’s hands trailed down from the shoulders to the arms and brought them to touch his bare thighs. The drunken nation returned the smug smile when the other was taken by surprise at the implied permission to touch.

Prussia caressed the soft thighs, he had not touched the Briton for decades and truth be told the sight of the cheeks flushing from the influence of alcohol was getting him worked up. He had not planned for things to go this way but he was not about to reject a permission to some touching...and exploring.

England leant forward, hands touching the sofa, and swayed his hips along to the notes from the song still playing then his hips moved an array of rolls. Lips singing the song in the most seductive way. Gradually he leant back, wrapping his left hand around Prussia’s neck and waved her body against Prussia followed with a shimmy.

  Got a body like a fast car, movie star

You'd do anything to be my bodyguard

I like gettin' naked and swimmin' in pools

I make it look sexy to break all the rules

Falling too fast, you might crash

But once you go in bad you know you can't go back

You just wanna watch every way that I move

 Prussia enjoyed the sensual pleasure going through him. Feeling drunk and intoxicated from the lust England was exuding when the Englishman started grinding down on him in a tantalizing sway. He growled faintly as his hands gripped on the waist.

England pulled away slightly and took pleasure as Prussia’s eyes followed his movement, singing the third line to the third verse, he unbuttoned more of his dress shirt and let it dropped down from his shoulders though he did not took it off. Knowing the delectable view it made to have it halfway dropped down to his elbow.

The hypnotizing lips came close to Prussia’s own as he leant down closer once again. He could almost feel those lips moving against his as England sang though it was probably just his minds illusion. It does not matter, as England had trailed those lips along his jaw and once again whispered the lyric of the song into his ear. “Watch every way that I move.” Prussia’s breathing hitched as one of England’s hands brushed over the tent that started forming since England started the show.

“England.” He croaked, bucking his hips up though that was all he managed before the door to their room was burst open violently and England jumped off the ex-nation.

England sobered up almost instantly. “America.”

The super nation looked anything but pleased by the situation. “England.” He said calmly, the waves of anger carefully suppressed. “We’re going back, put on your clothes. Now!” He then glared at the ex-nation and pointed out the door without glancing away. “And you. OUT!”

“America, dude, totally unawesome. I was about to get some.” Prussia complained, trying to ignore the waves of anger that America was having difficulties controlling.

“From MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND! If you know what’s good for you, you better fucking  leave you fuck.” He growled, his hands balling into a fist.

Red eyes widened, he had not known that. He gulped and glanced over at the Brit, which proved to be the wrong thing to do as he was suddenly thrown out the tiny room. “Mein Gott, America! I’ll leave, I’ll leave!” He said before scrambling off.

America turned back to his now fully dressed lover, who now supported a guilty expression. He strode over to the older nation and gripped his arms tightly, unintentionally harsh though he ignored the pained wince as he dragged the English out of the place. His grip not lessening until they got to America’s ride.

England could not say anything, knowing he was at fault.

America literally threw him into the front seat of the car before closing the door and climbing in to the driver’s seat. He did not spoke a word the entire drive back to England’s house, though the anger was clear in his blue eyes and furrowed brows.

England had never seen America looking like that and despite everything, the fear and worry, it excites him.

“Out.” America said, parking the car easily outside the house. He climbed out and went to drag England that was moving distastefully slow. “Hurry the fuck up.” He gritted his teeth.

“America, just now...” England was cut off from saying his next words as his breath was knocked out of him when he was carelessly slammed against the nearest wall once they entered the abode. His back and head throbbed painfully.

America pinned both of England’s hands above him, kicking the door close. “Don’t even try to justify yourself, England. You were cheating, there is no other words for it.”

“I was not!” England protested, squirming around. The tight grip on his wrists was painful. “Fucking hell, I was drunk America!”

“Not a good enough excuse.” America tightened his grip, knowing that it hurts. “Do you want to know, how I see it?” He questioned, pressing the wrists even harder against wall painfully and England whined at the pain. America ignored it. “I had to convince the bitch at the front table to tell your room number and then paid for my entry. All the other rooms were all light up but imagine yours were dark. Then you know what I see when I peered into the tiny glass on the door to confirm that I did not get the wrong room?” He seethed. “MY BOYFRIEND STRADDLING A BLOODY FUCKER!”

England flinched at the volume of America’s voice.

“I was so shocked and then you had to just fucking PALM HIM DID YOU, YOU SLUT!” Spewing the last words, America pressed their lips together. Teeth clashed against teeth as he mauled England’s mouth.

England felt his knees weakening from the heady pleasure that shot down through him at the possessive and authoritative behaviour America was showing. He was aroused by it. More so than when he was teasing Prussia before, that was amusing but this...America being jealous and possessive was arousing. Soon after, he responded just as desperately into the kiss. The hands that had been pinning on his had let go and instead tearing apart the Briton’s clothes before sliding down the bare skin. Then those rough hands settled over his ass. He groaned as those hands started to grope him roughly.

America pulled away from England’s lips and trailed kissed along the jaw and bit the Brit’s left ear. “You’re mine.” He growled in an undertone.

“Yours.” England agreed, moaning lowly. “Yours, oh god, Alfred.” He whimpered America’s human name as the super nation teased him further.

“We’ll have to make sure of that, don’t we?” America whispered in his ear, making it clear to England that it was going to be a long, rough night.

And he shivered in delight anticipation.

[leabharlannkay]

Into the Dark (6/?)

Title: Into the Dark

Pairing: Hardy x Hannah

Rating: Adult

Warnings: Stalking, Sexy times

Summary: Alec swore off women after his marriage ended, and Hannah is in no rush to date again after breaking Ben’s heart, but sparks fly when they meet. The only problem is that someone else wants Hannah all to himself. Will Hardy be able to protect her? Will Hannah let him?

Note: NSFW

Previously on Into the Dark

Chapter Six

Hannah eyed herself in the mirror and then adjusted the waist of her black leather shorts. She wore a thin cream blouse and a black blazer with them, plus sky high black stilettos. She’d chosen her outfit with care for her second Wicked Desires signing. She didn’t want to dress like a nun, that just wasn’t her style, but she also couldn’t stop thinking about the letters. You have the most gorgeous breasts, and the shirt you wore was such a tease.

Her outfit this time didn’t even offer a hint of cleavage, but the shorts were tantalizingly short. It made her feel better, that she didn’t have to completely change her style to feel shielded. Plus, she thought Alec might like them. On cue, she heard his sharp, perfunctory knock and called for him to let himself in as she combed her fingers through her hair.

“Ye shouldn’t do that, tell people to come in. What if it wasn’t me?” Alec said as he hovered in the doorway to the en suite. Hannah finished arranging her hair and leaned in for a lingering kiss.

“Mmm, but I knew it was you. No one but another copper knocks like you do,” she teased, brushing her fingers against his stomach as she slipped by him.

Alec rolled his eyes but followed after her. “Are ye nearly ready?

“Yep. The publisher is sending a car for us, so no need to get a cab,” Hannah said. She made sure she had everything she needed; extra pens for signing, mints, water, and paracetamol. A horn sounded outside. Alec peeked through the window dressing and saw a sleek black car waiting.

“Car’s here,” he muttered. Hannah grabbed her bag and his hand, pulling him from the house.

She cuddled close in the backseat as the car raced through London to the signing venue. Alec pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. Hannah smiled. She never would have expected it, but after agreeing that he was her bloke she’d felt a sense of peace. Oh, he still excited her. She dreamt every night about having him in her bed. She’d even lost count of how many times she wanked after their routine good-night calls. But there was a certain comfort in calling him hers that she hadn’t felt before.

She leaned over and nipped at his earlobe. “Want to snog in the back seat like a pair of randy teenagers?”

Alec chuckled, and turned his face to kiss her. Hannah slipped her tongue between his lips, stroking against his, but held back from pushing much farther. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and she knew that Alec wasn’t as adventurous as she was. It didn’t matter though. Just snogging him in the back seat made her stomach clench with desire.

They continued to kiss lazily until the car stopped outside the venue, then Alec got out and handed Hannah out of the car. A few fans were already milling about, mostly women, and they flocked to Hannah once they realized it was her. Alec shifted immediately into protective mode.

“It’s fine,” Hannah murmured as he tensed behind her, ready to whisk her away. She chatted for a moment, and then continued on inside. Abigail was waiting at the door. She took Hannah’s elbow, frowning at Alec as he followed after them to the makeshift dressing room.

“Who’s this? He the bloke you mentioned in your interview last week?” Abigail asked.

“Yeah, he’s the bloke,” Hannah said, offering Alec a sly smile over her shoulder. He grinned back, no doubt thinking of the night, and the orgasms, that had cemented his status as her bloke. Abigail rolled her eyes and continued on.

She left them in a small room, more of a closet really, with strict instructions to be ready for introductions in thirty minutes time. Alec sank onto the small sofa crammed into the room, while Hannah unloaded to contents of her bag onto the small table beneath a mirror. The room was so small that Alec could reach out and touch her from where he sat.

He ran his fingertip over the pocket of her shorts. “I like these.”

“Do you?” Hannah asked, turning around with a cheeky grin. Alec flattened his palm against her bum, following the curve of her hip as she moved. He nodded. Hannah leaned forward, just barely brushing her lips against his. Alec’s hand tightened on her hip.

“Aye.” Hannah straddled his thighs and sank slowly onto his lap, wiggling just a bit when he groaned. His fingers tightened on her thighs. “They make yer legs look fucking incredible.”

Hannah kissed him. Hearing him swear, knowing that she was turning him on, was like a drug that she couldn’t get enough of. It was a powerful feeling.

“You know,” she whispered, licking and sucking her way up his neck. “We have twenty minutes before Abigail comes back. We could do a lot in twenty minutes.”

“I don’t,” he broke off in a hiss as she hit a particularly sensitive spot. “I don’t want the first time I shag ye to be in a closet. I don’t want to be rushed. I want to take my time, taste every inch of ye, make ye mad with wanting me. The same way ye make me mad with wanting you.”

Hannah sat back on his knees. It was the sweetest, hottest rejection she’d ever gotten. His eyes went wide, waiting for her to either run or cry or scream, and he relaxed when she did none of it. She took his face in her hands and pressed a firm kiss to his lips.

“I don’t want to be rushed either.”

The next twenty minutes was passed just talking. When Abigail opened the door, without knocking, and beckoned Hannah to the stage, she kissed Alec and dutifully followed her event coordinator.

The crowd, hundreds of people, was already seated when Hannah took the stage. She waved to everyone and switched on her microphone.

“Hello! Thank you for coming!” She scanned the crowd, making eye contact with random fans. Near the back she made eye contact with a former client. She tried not to frown. Hadn’t he been at her last signing too? Her pulse started to race as she thought about the letters.

The questions were mostly the same as the last signing, and Hannah was grateful. She was too on edge to think of anything new and insightful to say. She answered without thought until the moderator asked about her talk show appearance.

“So you’ve got a bloke? Is he here tonight?”

Hannah smiled, she couldn’t help it. “He is. He’s hiding in the back. Doesn’t like crowds much.”

“Or maybe you just want to keep him all to yourself. He’s gotta be well fit, to snag a lady like you.”

Hannah winked at the crowd. “I suppose you’ll never know.”

#

Three nights later, Hannah sank into a bathtub full of warm, sudsy water. The scent of lavender filled the air and she took a deep breath, relaxing against the small towel she used to pillow her neck. Water sloshed gently as she shifted.

A rock skittered outside.

Hannah turned on some soft music; a sensual song full of low strings that made her think of Alec. She bit her lip, wondering if she could call him. He was working the overnight shift, but if it was slow he could probably take a personal call. She wanted to hear his voice. She closed her eyes and imagined he was there with her, his hands skimming up her stomach to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipple.

A branch scraped against the side of the house.

Hannah started a bit and frowned. It was breezy outside, but not especially windy. She sighed, pushing the spark of paranoia out of her mind. Her hands resumed drifting over her body, toying between her legs. Thoughts of Alec had Hannah’s blood simmering with desire, as always, and she gasped as she ran a finger over her clit.

There was a thump somewhere outside.

Hannah sat up, water sloshing dangerously close to the sides of the bath, and quickly turned off the music. Her heart raced. She listened for a long moment, but there was no other sound.

A shadow drifted across the wall.

Hannah scrambled from the bath, slipping into her robe and throwing on the lights. She’d lived alone long enough to know the sounds of her house, these noises were not normal.

Another thump, closer.

Hannah scooped up her phone, dialing Alec with shaky fingers as she pressed her face to the French doors of the bathroom, the ones that led out to a small balcony.

“’Lo?”

“There’s someone outside my house,” Hannah gasped, relieved beyond measure to hear Alec’s voice.

“What?”

“There’s someone outside. Maybe trying to find a way in, I don’t know. Alec, please come.” Hannah fought desperately to keep the panic from her voice.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Hannah. Call the police.”

He hung up. She wished that he’d stayed on the line with her, but he was right, she should call the police. The dispatcher told her that someone would be out soon, but Hannah didn’t believe them. They had bigger issues to worry about.

She paced in the kitchen, her hair dripping water on the floor. After a few minutes, the flashing lights of a police car appeared out her window. She ran to the door to let them in, and met a harried Alec jogging up the walk. Hannah threw herself into his arms.

“It’s okay, yer okay,” Alec soothed, smoothing his hand over her hair. He urged her back inside while the police looked around.

“We didn’t find anything, sir,” one of the officers reported to Alec. Hannah frowned.

“Nothing?”

“No. Not a footprint, nothing looks tampered with, not a bit of evidence to say someone was here.” Hannah chewed at her thumbnail. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She’d been so sure…

“Thank ye,” Alec said, escorting the officer out. As soon as he was gone, Alec locked the door. Hannah’s eyes met his and she sighed, rubbing at her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, embarrassment staining her cheeks red.

“Just because there wasn’t evidence, doesn’t mean someone wasn’t outside,” Alec said. Hannah blew out a breath and nodded.

Alec pulled her into his arms and held her for a long moment. When he moved to step out of her embrace, Hannah held tightly. She buried her face in his chest. “I can’t…I don’t want to be alone.”

She leaned back to look at him. “It’s probably silly, but I don’t want to be alone right now. Stay the night?”

Alec kissed her, his lips sliding smoothly over hers, reassuring and comforting. “Aye, I’ll stay.”

He made tea as Hannah drained the tub and combed out her hair, piling it high on her head. She changed into thick, flannel pajamas, hoping they would ward off the chill she couldn’t shake. Alec appeared in her bedroom doorway with two steaming mugs. He set them on the bedside table and then sat down on the bed, opening his arms to her.

“Yer shaking like a leaf,” Alec said as she burrowed into his side.

“I can’t seem to get warm,” Hannah offered. She pressed her nose into his neck, breathing in his scent. Alec hesitated for a moment, and then urged her to look at him.

“Let’s see what can be done about that, aye?”

He kissed her. Not the reassuring kisses of a few minutes before, but kisses that threatened to overwhelm her with their passion. Hannah opened beneath him instinctively, her tongue flicking out to tease his. Alec’s groan rumbled in his chest, sending tingles of pleasure from her breasts to her core.

Alec shifted, scooting them lower on the bed and rolling Hannah beneath him. She hooked her leg around his hip, pressing his pelvis into hers. His cock swelled against her, straining at the zip of his trousers and Hannah circled her hips. He groaned, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck, Hannah,” he rasped. His forehead dropped against hers and he hurriedly worked at the buttons of her flannel top. His fingers were warm against her skin.

“Alec,” she sighed. He teased her nipples into hard peaks and kissed his way down her throat. Hannah let her fingers sift through his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that made him shudder against her. Alec’s tongue traced its way over her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. Hannah squirmed beneath him, her fingers tugging at his hair and urging him closer to where she wanted him. He chuckled.

“Impatient,” he teased, just before closing his lips around her nipple. Hannah cried out as he suckled her, his hand skating down her stomach to slip beneath the waistband of her pajamas. Hannah rolled her hips as Alec’s finger traced along her slit.

He didn’t tease her long, quickly pushing a finger inside of her. Hannah keened and bucked as he added a second, curling his fingers just right. She gasped his name, kissed his jaw. Her hand slipped into his trousers, stroking his cock in time with his fingers. Pleasure coiled inside her, winding so tightly she could hardly breathe.

“Inside,” she gasped, squeezing him. “I want you…inside.”

Alec kissed her, hard and hot and hungry. “Oh yes.”

He scrambled off the bed and shucked his clothing as Hannah fished out a condom from the drawer. She wiggled out of her pajamas and then lay back to take in the sight of a naked Alec standing at the foot of her bed. He was lean, but still muscular. All male. Oh, Hannah wanted him, so badly it made her ache. Alec moved to take the condom from her, but she batted his hand away.

“I want to.”

She scooted towards the edge of the bed, her nimble fingers ripping the foil, and then pulled him close by his hips. She stroked his cock idly with her free hand, staring up at him. Alec traced his fingers along her cheek, down her jaw. With a wicked grin, Hannah took him into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he cried out. Hannah hummed and then released him, rolling the condom over his shaft. “Evil woman.”

He pressed forward, forcing her to lay back as he crawled over her. Hannah skated her hands over his chest, down his back, until she reached his bum. She squeezed, pulling him into the cradle of her thighs.

“Alec,” she whispered, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. “Fuck me.”

He groaned and pulled back, lining himself up and pushing inside of her. They cried out together, taking a moment to savor their first joining. Hannah clenched around him, enjoying the way he filled and stretched her.

Alec began to thrust, slowly at first, allowing them time to find a rhythm. Hannah let her hands roam. She lifted her hips to meet his, urging him on. Alec grunted as his hips slapped against hers. He hooked his arm under her knee and Hannah keened as the new angle sent him that much deeper.

“Yes,” she gasped. “More.”

Hannah leaned up to kiss him, their tongues tangling as Alec’s hips stuttered. Hannah could tell he was losing control. He slipped a hand between them, rubbing tight circles around Hannah’s clit. She cried out, biting into his shoulder.

“Come Hannah, please,” Alec begged. She arched beneath him, an inferno blazing inside her. She gasped as the inferno engulfed her, white-hot pleasure flooding through her veins.

“Yes! Fuck! Alec!”

She shuddered beneath him. Alec shifted to his knees, lifting her hips and changing the angle again. Aftershocks skittered across Hannah’s skin. She watched through heavy lidded eye as Alec chased his own pleasure, his rhythm faltering the closer he got. He came with a shout, pressing his hips hard to hers. Hannah thought she’d never seen anything so sexy.

They collapsed on the mattress, still joined together. “That was bloody incredible.”

Hannah just hummed happily in response. They lay together until Alec softened and slipped from her. He disposed of the condom, then spooned up behind Hannah and pulled the covers over them.

“Feeling better?” Alec asked, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Much,” Hannah said, reaching back to thread her fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I was so paranoid. Don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Never second guess yerself, Hannah. I’m glad ye called me.”