#i often think of when a witch gave me her phone number to encourage me to break out of my shell and I feel bad that I was too nervous to

[embraceyourdestiny]

I just realize how strange and interesting it is that I don’t know many people and the people I regularly interact with are strangers. You move about the world in a different way when you don’t know people and the kind of quick bonds you form with strangers you’ll never meet again is so unlike anything else. I hope I’m a memory in them like they are in me. I hope I pop in their head years from now and I can still make them smile like I did the one time we met. I hope they’ll be reminded of me like I’ll be of them. You really can live forever in someone’s memory, even a strangers

[plaidbooks]

Hey. Could I please request something fluffy with Sonny? Sonny, reader and their toddler bonding ... honestly i have no plot whatsoever. Lol I just want Daddy!Sonny🥺 thanks💕

Glimpses (A Glimpse of the Future part 5.5)

A/N: I fucking love Papa!Sonny, and I need him. This fic made me want children...but only if Sonny’s the dad/my husband. This is kind of a spiritual successor to A Glimpse of the Future, but can be read as a standalone (I just love the name Rosa for his daughter, okay?). It also covers the Cuddling square in the VDay Bingo. Hope you enjoy, and thank for requesting @amorestevens <3

This is day 1 of the bingo, hurray! I was asked to do fluff instead of angst, but i make no more promises for any other story!

Tags: none, just fluff

Words: 1389

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @barbasimp @alwaysachorusgirl @crowleysqueenofhell @reading--mermaid @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles

On days he worked, Sonny was lovely, gently waking you before he got in the shower so that you could get up and get some things done in the peace and quiet before your two-year-old awoke. But on his days off, Sonny was a godsend. He took care not to disturb the bed as he got up, letting you get a few extra moments of sleep. The only thing that would awaken you was the smell of coffee, food, and the deep fear that you had overslept. But by the time you’d come padding into the kitchen, Sonny would be just putting the finishing touches on breakfast, serving you as you wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek. And while you’d eat, he’d get Rosa out of bed, carrying her to the kitchen for milk and her own breakfast. Only then would he feed himself.

Today started out like that, with you happily in love with your husband, watching him wash dishes while sneaking bites of food. Normally, you did the dishes, but he was very particular about his stainless-steel knives, and you’d given up arguing about it. So instead, you fed your daughter, making sure she got more in her mouth than around it.

Since becoming an ADA, Sonny now had weekends almost always off. Almost. Which is why you were taking full advantage of it. It was a beautiful day outside, and you were determined to drag him with you to the park, to let Rosa play on the little play structure there.

“Isn’t she too small for that?” Sonny had asked, wary.

You chuckled—he was “cool Uncle Sonny,” who let the kids do whatever they wanted normally. But Rosa was his one and only child, and he kept her on a pedestal. The first night you had brought her home, Sonny didn’t sleep, instead watching her all night, making sure she was okay. You knew what kind of parent he was going to be when in his sleep-deprived state, he cried about not being able to nurse Rosa.

“She’s fine, babe—I’ve taken her there before. Besides, look at her! She’s got your height,” you replied, gesturing at her. It was true; while Rosa looked like you—besides her bright, blue eyes—she was already big for her age. She was going to be tall when she grew up.

“Y-yeah, but—”

“She’s fine, Dom,” you smiled at him. “I promise.”

 ***********

Once Sonny was able to let her go, he learned that you were right; Rosa was fine on the play structure. Though, she fell once, and you thought Sonny would have a heart attack. You had to grab his arm to stop him from rushing over to her. And when she had sprung back up, laughing and running around again, Sonny had let out a sigh, relaxing next to you.

“You’re going to be the dad that sits in the kindergarten class with her cause you refuse to leave her, aren’t you?” you asked, elbowing his ribs.

“Hey, I worry. My job…” he trailed off, eyes locked on his daughter.

You squeezed his arm. “I know, Dom, I know. But you can’t stifle her, either.”

“I-I know…there was just this case recently…. Never mind; I don’t want to think about it.” Sonny shuddered slightly, and you squeezed his arm again.

As you left the park, you each had one of Rosa’s hands, and she walked in between you two. Sonny would count down from three, and you’d both swing her forward, lifting her off her feet, making her squeal with laughter.  Eventually, she got bored with that, though, squirming out of your hand and going to Sonny.

“Dada, up!” she commanded, and Sonny laughed, lifting her and planting her on the back of his neck, legs dangling on his chest. You grinned at the two of them, heart full.

 ***********

“And this can’t wait until Monday? Or at least tomorrow?” Sonny said angrily into his phone. He was pacing in the kitchen and you were doing dishes, Rosa playing with her toys in the living room, cartoons on. You glanced at him just as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine, I’ll be right there,” Sonny said though gritted teeth before hanging up.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. You had just finished dinner—it was rare for Sonny to be called in this late.

“Liv needs a warrant tonight. I gotta run to the office real quick, then try and find a judge willing to sign off on it on a Saturday night,” he explained, heading out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. There was no time to get into a full suit, so he was opting for a button-up and blazer over his day-off jeans. He tried to be stealthy, to not let Rosa see, but it was too late.

“Dada?” she asked as he headed for the front door. Sonny froze in his tracks, glancing at you for help.

You walked over to Rosa, saying gently, “Daddy has to go to work really quick. He’ll be right back—”

“No!” Rosa said angrily, stomping her foot.

You sighed. “Rosa, we’ve talked about this; Daddy sometimes gets called into work. He has an important job and has to—”

“No! Dada stay!” she reiterated, crossing her arms. Then the tears came, and she wailed loudly.

You looked over at Sonny, who hadn’t moved a muscle; he was normally gone before this. “Why are you still here? Go; hurry back. She’ll calm down,” you tried, but now Sonny had tears in his eyes.

“D-does she do this every time I leave?” he asked softly, his voice barely audible over Rosa’s screams.

“Not every time, but often enough,” you confessed. You never told him, because you were afraid of this kind of reaction. “Just…go, babe. It’s only going to be worse if you drag it out.”

But instead of turning and leaving, Sonny pulled out his phone. “Yeah Liv? Family emergency; call another ADA. Sorry.” And then he hung up, shrugging out of his blazer and hanging it up before coming over to Rosa. He squatted down in front of her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Daddy’s staying home for the night, okay? No more crying,” he cooed to her, bouncing her gently.

Rosa sobbed for a little while longer, her arms wrapped around his neck. You gave him a soft smile. “You realize you’re just encouraging her; now she’ll cry whenever you leave to try and stop you,” you muttered.

“And if I see it, she has a pretty good chance of succeeding,” Sonny whispered back, kissing the side of her head.

 *************

The three of you ended up cuddling on the couch, under the giant blanket Sonny’s ma made for  your first Christmas together. Sonny had his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. Your head was on his shoulder, his head on yours. Rosa was tucked between you both, your hand stroking her back lovingly.

When you were pretty sure Rosa had finally drifted off, you said softly, “I wanted to tell you this tomorrow, but I can’t keep it secret anymore.” Sonny lifted his head from yours, furrowing his brow as he looked at you in confusion. “I’m pregnant, Dom.”

A wide grin broke across his face. “Really? When did you find out? How far along are you?”

You opened your mouth to respond when Rosa shifted. “Mama, what’s preg…mat?”

Your cheeks warmed as you glanced at Sonny. He chuckled. “That’s all you, doll,” he murmured.

You shot him a playful glare. “Uh, Rosa, it means you might have a little brother or sister soon.”

She was quiet for a long time, and you thought she might have fallen asleep. Finally, she whispered, “I wish I had a little sister to play with.”

The smile Sonny had was blinding, and he pulled you both closer. “We’ll just have to wait and see, my little Rose.” Sonny kissed the top of her head, then pulled you in for a gentle kiss. This was the best ending to a perfect day, a family day. You hoped that you could have more of them soon, especially with baby number two on the way. You nuzzled your face closer against Sonny, heart full of love.

[bts5sosempire]

BTS Reaction: friends + accident kissing = a couple (Hyung Ver.)

A/n: so myself deadass thought of something at like 3am and I'm like why don't I just write it down and work on it tomorrow morning. When I woke up and check my draft I write something along the line "just kiss him" as the headline and was like wtf before I try to remember what I am really aiming. Long results too.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin had invited you over to celebrate Hoseok birthday and now you guys were playing an Uno game, by drinking shots. You watch as Jungkook skip Taehyung and you were next to Taehyung and it was you who had to drink a shot.

You were getting so tipsy and drunk as you only had one more card in the game and you look at Jungkook who had a smudged look on his face. “Jeon, I hate you so much right now, after all these years I protected you from the rest of Bangtan and this is how you repay me?” Slurring out the words, you slammed down a card. “I'm done!”

You lay on the ground and roll away to go outside, to get fresh air.

It took another hour or so for the game to finished and everyone is shit face drunk, besides Jin, who come to check up on you who was hunching over the railing as you were making a long whining sound.

Jin came over to pull you back in case you fell over. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked and you look up at him. Your face was flushed red from the alcohol and you were hiccupping. Shaking your head, you try to push Jin aside, but got caught with his feet and tangle them up. The both of you fall on the ground together and you end up kissing him.

Jin was rather surprised and he hastily pushed you back. His face became flustered he was about to stutter out an apology, but you went to besa him first. “Jin you know I like you right? Not as a friend, but more than that. Maknae Jungkook has been encouraging me to confess to you but I really can't do it, b-but- wait forget about what I just say.” Your words sent his heart flying. You stand up but stumble, so Jin decides to carry bridal style.

“I-I like you too!” He declared looking away. You tap his face and force him to look at you.

“Why are you looking away? Are you being honest? Do you like to play with my feelings?” With your questions attacking at him at all angles, Jin feels his brain went dead. Your eyes squinted at him. Jin blush at your intensity.

“Stop looking at me like that or I'll have to kiss you again!” He hurriedly carries you inside and ran to his bedroom with the members eyes lingering at him and you in his arms.

“I told you he likes her!” Jungkook shouted before knocking himself out as he plopped back onto the hard ground.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi somehow convinces you to do a fake date with him to throw off some girl who has been chasing after him for about three months now and she had been bothering and distracting him also.

You were worried as this isn't something you would just randomly do, but if Yoongi needed help, you would help him. After all, you do like him as a crush even if he doesn't like you that way. And even if this isn't like a real date, this would be the closest thing you would ever get with him.

Yoongi came to find you while wearing all black with a leather black jacket and cap. He entered a secluded shop to where he knows that people won't be there. You wore an opposite outfit from him, soft pastel colors to bring out your warmth.

“Um hi,” you awkwardly wave at him and he comes to sit down across from you. “So how are we going to plan this out? Did she follow you?” Asking with a discreet look, you look out the window at the corner of your eyes and see the lunatic woman right across the street who was looking here and there for Yoongi.

“What do you think?” Yoongi retort back at you, and you smack your lips together and mouth out an ‘Okay’ before looking back at him.

“So the original plan as it is.” Sliding over a cup of coffee at him, you both walk out of the shop. Yoongi hand slides into yours and you look at his hand in surprise. You try to tug it away with a blush on your face.

“Act natural.” He whispers into your ear, before tugging on your hand and tightens his hold. The woman saw Yoongi and ran across the street as multiple cars were honking at her.

The woman grips on Yoongi's arm and tore him to look at her. “I've been following you, and why aren't you answering your phone?” The woman then looks at you before sneering then her eyes went lower and saw the both of your hands interlock with each other. “Let go of my Yoongi's hand you wretched witch!” The lunatic woman tries to tear both you and Yoongi apart, but the man got in front of you.

“I appreciate if you don't harass either me or my girlfriend or I'll have to take action against you,” Yoongi warns her before walking away with you.

“Girlfriend?” The woman mutter before she let out a screech and tries to attack Yoongi. You look behind you and saw her charging at Yoongi with a weapon. Pulling the man aside, you both stumble as coffees fly into the air and lips happened to lip-lock with each other. The both of you were both wide eyes.

“Did that crazy woman try to stabbed the Min Yoongi and his girlfriend?!” A bystander shouted and two men were restraining the crazy woman down as she was shouting and kicking like hell while trying to bite their hands. “Someone called the police and inform BigHit!”

You shove Yoongi aside whisper a shy sorry, “I-I didn't mean too, u-uh she was charging at you and I didn't want you to get hurt or anything...” Your words trail off and your face gets redder and redder.

“I like you too (Name),” Yoongi told you and you look at him with your mouth agape as words left your mouth. “I like you for a long time actually.” He stands up and dusted himself off before pulling you up from the ground, “Why don't we go on a real date this time?”

Jung Hoseok:

You were friends with Hoseok and the rest of the boys for a long time. You were one of their unofficial dance teachers and their little cheerleader, according to the rest of bts. Jin had like you more than Hoseok when it comes to teaching them how to dance and everyone runs to you for help whenever Hoseok gave them a glare when they forgot a step in the choreography.

Everyone calls you ‘Mrs. Jung’ teasingly since you are very caring and very affectionate with Hoseok even though the both of you are friends. But everyone knows how you both really feel for each other. Hoseok often gives you gifts and stuff whenever you come over and you always run to help Hoseok when he's in trouble.

And today is just one of those days. You and Hoseok were leading the dance routine for the boys since everyone had literally begged and ask Hoseok to call you for help. No one likes it when he gets stern, but when you came over its like Hoseok is a different person. He became softer, but with your head turn behind him he glares at them.

“Alright let's relax!” You shouted as the music stops, everyone dropped to the ground in exhaustion and you went over to Hoseok and swing a tried arm at him. He playfully uses a finger to cup your chin before pinching your cheeks and you move away from him. Hoseok comfortably slings an arm over your shoulders and let you drag him away to a couch.

Hoseok lay his sweaty head on your shoulder before poking your cheeks, “Have you lost some face fat?” He pokes them again, “They are not pudgy anymore.” You patted your own face a few times and look up at the ceiling in wonder, before looking down at him in confirmation to which Hoseok just poke them. “Have you been eating well?”

“Yeah I did, it's just that I recently had been hitting the gym so I guess it's normal for me to...lose them?”

“(Name) noona you go to the gym too?” A Jungshook ask before he comes sprinting at you at full speed and sat next to you. Hoseok tries to shoo the younger one away from you. “Do you mind going with me next week, I want to see your workout regime.”

“Jungkook you had Jimin to help you with that and you still want my little (Name) to go with you? Aren't you a little selfish?” Hoseok latches his arms around you tighter. He made a little sound effect which sounds like he was offended, and pull you close to him.

“Hyung you always talk with her and you never let us have her phone number too and I'm not about to let go of this opportunity to go away. Plus we all know how you feel-” A shriek left Hoseok's mouth as he lung over with you in his arm and cover Jungkook whiny and big mouth.

“You shush about that!” He warns and the boy's eyes crinkle in amusement to which his eyes are smiling for him. He wiggle his brows.

“Hoseok what is he saying?” Your heart is pounding and you don't want to believe it, but your face is heating up. You loosen the man's arm and sat in front of him with your back turn against the younger boy.

“It's nothing!” Hoseok shout before the younger boy pull Hoseok hand away and was about to say it, but Taehyung came flying forward and crash into Jungkook from behind and Jungkook lurches forward and push you into Hoseok with such force that you fall so fast forward and kiss your friend/ crush.

Everything went quiet as Taehyung mutter an ‘oh shit’ and you pull back from Hoseok so quick that you didn't look at him and you fled the scene with a worried Hoseok right behind you. “Wait (Name)!”

Your face burns with embarrassment. You just kissed Hoseok! Jung fricken' Hoseok, aka your long-time crush!

Running away down the hall, you didn't think Hoseok would catch up so fast. He grabs your arm to stop you and tug you forward to him. “Look I'm sorry, I'm sorry about their action and what just happened.”

“Don't mention about it please,” you didn't look up at him.

“Do you hate me now?” He asks you and you suddenly look up at him. Hoseok was worried you won't see him the same ever again as that accident just happened. He doesn't want to lose you.

“Hate you? It's quite the opposite of hate, to be honest.” You breathe out a sigh of nervousness, and you were going to tell him. It's all or nothing now, “I like you for quite some time now.”

“Oh God, I do too!” He brings you to a sudden embrace. “Let's go out tomorrow as a real couple!” And what just happened was forgiven and forget.

Kim Namjoon:

You had just confessed and kissed your friend Namjoon and you had run away from him without saying goodbye or anything. You want to die, you want to be buried alive, and you want to be killed. You just want to forget what you had done. Now Namjoon won't ever look at you the same again.

Laying in your bed, you had been avoiding any kind of outside contact and communication. You don't like confrontation and that sucks too, but you have to face it somehow if that is going to make you move on. Dreading in bed you roll over to the other side of the bed and pick up your phone that you had it on silent.

Checking the notification, you saw the messages from the boys and Namjoon stood out to you the most since you put him as ‘Crush’ so you just scream into your pillow and toss your phone aside. Letting out those pent up embarrassment, you went to read all the messages before reading Namjoon and everyone was worried about you. “I'm such a horrible person...”

After reading Jin's message you hesitate on clicking on Namjoon's messages. Sucking in a breath you click on it and see about 5 messages but one stood out from all. But this one just happens to be right now.

‘Are you home?’

You send him a quick ‘yeah’ before the doorbell of your apartment was being rung and it resonates inside your entire apartment. You got scared for a second and cautiously get out of bed to check the peephole and saw Namjoon there with his secret blending in attire.

Opening the door, Namjoon walks in. “Um, we need to talk.” You nervously nodded at him before telling to go sit down on the couch as you prep food and drink.

You walk in moments later and set down the snacks and sit across from and as far as possible. “So where do we begin...?”

“Let's start with the day you left.” Namjoon went direct to the point and he didn't want to beat around the bush. Your face went a silent ‘Oh’ and anticipation was building up in your throat. “I never get the chance to tell you how I feel and you did your part, so I thought it was fair for you if you know how I feel too.”

“Uh, you don't have too! I already know you don't feel the same way! It's better if you forget any of my words and action...” You awkwardly laugh and look away from him in an uncomfortable manner-- scratching behind your ear. “I-It's fine really...”

“What if I tell you that I return your feelings?”

“That's not possible-” stopping what you were doing, you look at the serious man across from you, “-wait, what?”

“I had like you more than a friend (Name).” Namjoon stood up from the other side of the couch and walk over to you who slowly try to move away from the towering man. Namjoon grabs your wrist and pulls you close to him and your face burns from the sudden closeness.

“Well...then, I guess I'm not going single this year.”

[basmathgirl]

Fic: Planes That Pass In The Night

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

(Sorry if I seemed to force previous parts onto people for @whovianfloozy and @uglywettiewrites with many thanks to @thegingergoddess)

Part 5

Kilgrave couldn’t wait. He didn’t know how she did it, and he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was bask in the sexual glory of their encounter again and again.

It didn’t occur to him exactly what spell Donna had woven over him until he reached the hotel lobby and thanked the receptionist for providing the hotel phone number. The apology he’d given the trolley dolly up on a corridor had merely been a coincidence, he’d thought. But uttering the words to the receptionist had caused a delicious frisson to sweep through his body, and he’d smiled with delight.

How often could he get away with gaining that feeling? To find out, he’d experimented all the way home t the latest fancy abode he’d commandeered. In every single instance, he had shuddered throughout his body in almost the best way imaginable. The ultimate way would be once he breached her battlements and invaded her body completely, taking his fill.

Ah yes, he could luxuriate in planning that moment as he lay back on his pillow and fantasised about any good deed at all. What a witch she was! And he loved her for it.

Unable to wait, he picked up his phone and dialled the number for the hotel suite. “Hello Donna,” he purred when she answered. “Did I catch you in bed?”

“Kevin. How lovely to hear from you,” she replied, keeping her voice as even as possible. “Tell me, have you been a good boy so far?”

“Deliciously so,” he admitted. “Would you like to feel how much with me?”

Good, it was working, just as she planned. “Are you capable of making me do that?” she pondered.

“If not, I suggest you put your mobile inside your knickers and I’ll give you a long call,” he proposed. “But you needn’t do that, not if I have my way.”

She could feel his mind nudging hers; daring her to disobey his ruling. Well sod that for a game of soldiers! There was no way she’d submit to his whims. It would be entirely the other way around. “Cup yourself,” she ordered. “Go on, place your hand where you want me. That’s it. Now say something nice about me.”

“I want to be in you.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” she chastised. “Try a compliment. I shall know if you are doing it right.”

“Your hair…,” he stammered as the thought began to take shape on his tongue and in his mind. “It’s…” He gave out a low moan. “…liquid nectar,” he tried to continue, but the sensation was too much for a second. “Oh Donna,” he gasped. “I want your lips, your gorgeous lips. Argh… Oh yes. Yes.”

She held the receiver away from her ear as his panted breaths grew louder. It was easy to guess when he lost the thought because his breathing rate altered until he got things back on track. “Tell me, Kevin. Sing for me,” she encouraged.

An ear-splitting cry broke through the silence of the room she was in, telling her all too clearly how much he liked his good thoughts.

“That was…,” he spluttered, fighting for air.

“And there’s more where that came from,” she crooned. “Just come to me tomorrow night. Make sure you are all clean for me, and I’ll do all that myself.”

His heart was still going like the clappers, but he had to know how she did this to him; what her secret was. “How…?” he started to ask.

But she instantly cut his question off. “Until tomorrow. Think of me kindly, Kevin.” And ended the call by blowing a kiss in his direction. She then regarded her hand holding the telephone receiver in place. “I think I preferred it when we blew buildings up. Oh well. Can’t be helped. You have to fight fire with fire.”

The following evening, she made sure she had everything to hand that she could possibly need. A bottle of champagne was cooling in the refrigerator, along with some caviar to nibble on while the rest of the room was comfortable warm, ready to be heated up.

His knock at the door was early by a good twenty minutes or so, but she had anticipated that. Kilgrave was not used to deferred gratification, after all. “A little impatient, are we?” she teased as she opened the door.

He was stood there in his finest suit; carefully coiffured and smelling exotic. “For you always,” he purred.

Looking down, she could easily see he was always ready, that was sure. He must have been sporting that hard on all day. “So I see,” she mewed. “And all going to waste. Come in.”

She stepped aside to let him enter the hotel suite, glad to see he was practically drooling already with desire. Just how she wanted him.

Taking in the long white silk sleeveless dress she wore, that more than hinted at pastures green, his eyes lingered on the deep neckline. “You look beautiful tonight,” he complimented, getting the expected zing through his veins. “Where do you want me?”

“Let’s start on the settee, shall we?” she invited. Swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner, she sashayed across the room so that he could get a good view of what she was offering. Seating herself down on the soft leather, she patted the cushion beside her. “Come. Sit by me and we’ll begin with nibbles.”

“Nibbles?” he queried, adjusting the fall of his trousers so that he could sit in comfort rather than accidentally strangle himself. Never had he been so ready for whatever a woman offered. “Ah, caviar, my favourite,” he acknowledged with pleasure.

She leaned to pick up the plate from a nearby low table, giving him a wonderful view of her cleavage as she did so. It was all part of the torment, and he was a willing participant. “Are you hungry?” she wondered, placing a treat at his mouth. “Open up, there’s a good boy.” He obeyed, so she gently pushed the caviar-laden cracker passed his lips. “You’ll need your strength for what I have in mind for you.”

“Strength?” he questioned, chewing on the delight with appreciation.

“I have plans to keep you occupied for quite a while. I hope you don’t mind?” she breathily asked.

“What about you?” he wondered as she placed another treat on his lips.

In answer, she looked meaningfully down at his lap. “I shall eat in a moment. Oops!” She deliberately smeared her fingertip across her bare skin, just above her left breast; leaving the faintest trace. “I’ve managed to get some on me.”

“Do you want me to help with that?” he offered.

Thrusting her chest towards him, she invited, “Help yourself.”

This was exactly what he had been hoping for; a chance to get his mouth on her body, in any capacity. He was certain he could persuade her to go much further once he’d done that.

She watched in fascination as he lowered his face between her breasts, wrapping his arms around her waist so that he could easily lick the tiny morsel from her freckled skin. His tongue darted out to lick an imaginary speck away while his mind calculated how long it would take him to work his way across to suckle her nipple properly.

When he snuzzled the flesh of her breast, she announced, “I have some champagne waiting in the fridge. Do you want some?”

Dazzled, he lifted his head to accept the offered alcohol. It might be fun to suck champagne from her breasts as well. Otherwise, why has she mentioned it at that point? Unless she planned to use the champagne on his body instead…

Every thought he had was clearly broadcast into her mind. Yes, go on thinking that, she mentally encouraged him. “Since these things can be a little finite,” she pondered, glancing her hand across his crotch, “it’s best we deal with me first and then work our way up to you. Is that oaky… okay?”

His grin told her he loved the verbal slip up. She thought he was built like a tree, eh? Very flattering. “I’m game if you are.”

“The game is on,” she replied, smiling demurely at him. “Do you want to pop the cork, or shall I?”

There was no doubt about it. He was loving this! “Leave it to me.”

Part 6