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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 4

I'm not going to lie... this 5k chapter does not contain an awful lot of plot. No spoilers here but... well, the rating has definitely gone up! The Emmys happened, ok? And I've been on a whole other planet since then. No apologies, the heart wants what the heart wants 😂

Onwards! Enjoy 🤭 - I'd love to know what you think!

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Chapter 4

He took a few steps to the table, it had been a while since they'd been actually been alone together and the weight of that wasn't lost on Seren. Tension seemed to seep into the room under door cracks and through keyholes until she felt paralysed with a nervousness greater than any she'd felt before. Their weeks and weeks of banter and flirting had built to a level they were both unable to ignore. Beneath his own tense fidgeting, Seren decided that River looked like he could devour her at any moment. His face gave nothing away but it felt as if he knew what she thought about when she was alone with him, as if he could read her mind. Her breath quickened and the urge to press her thighs together was overwhelming. Before she could answer his question, he crossed what was left of the room, forcing her to take one final step back against the counter, and leaned down to capture her mouth in a messy kiss. The shock of it made her gasp, giving him access to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding with hers. His hands were everywhere, trying to touch as much of her as possible. Seren let her hands roam up his arms and into his hair to keep him close, trying to get him even closer. The length of his body pressed against the length of hers and she felt him hard against her hip. Deja vu. Feeling how much he wanted her only made her need him more and all sense of propriety was heading out of the door, along with her previous reasons for keeping their distance from one another. “Are you staying?” He asked again, his hot breath on her collarbone. He reached into the open hoodie to the bare skin between her short t-shirt and jeans. 

“River,” she moaned as his hands gripped tighter. He sighed and pulled away from her.

“Stop?” He asked, the disappointment evident. Seren shook her head, trying to find her voice, her breath.

“No. No, don’t stop. But not down here,” she said, breathless. She wished she could bottle the smile that broke out across his face, instead settling for running her thumb over his lips and cupping his cheek. He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand before freeing her from his grip and leading her to the stairs. She switched off lights along the way and as they crept upstairs they both avoided the same creaky floorboards. She’d never been in his room properly, only to leave any belongings he’d left scattered around the house. He must have been given some free reign to decorate at some point because it was more masculine than the rest of the cottage. The walls were dark navy and a large bed took up much of the space. He had a small bathroom through a door in the corner. As he turned to ask her something she brought a finger to her lips. “Sshh, we need to be quiet,” she whispered. He grinned wickedly and pointed at her.

“You need to be quiet.” She opened her mouth to argue but he kissed her instead, clicking the door quietly shut and pulling her all the way into the room. He tugged at the loose sleeves of his hoodie, pulling it off her body, “think I'll take this back.” He whispered. 

“Finders keepers,” she told him, dragging his t-shirt over his head and then reaching for the button on his jeans. 

“Slow down, I'm not going anywhere.” He stilled her trembling hands and then toyed with the hem of her t-shirt, “I've been so patient, waited for so long,” he whispered, she laughed quietly into the crook of his neck. He pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor with his own, and with a quick flick of his wrist he had the button of her jeans open and slid them to her hips. She wiggled them down impatiently and kicked them away. Seren blushed as he took in the sight of her in summery coral lingerie in the dim lamplight, he watched like a starved man as she reached behind to unclip her bra and let it slide down her arms, reaching to pull her into him. His hands were warm on her bare skin, tickling up her left side and taking the weight of her breast. “I deserve a fucking medal for keeping my hands to myself,” he muttered, “you won't be able to get rid of me now.” 

“You're an idiot,” she teased, blushing. 

“You're beautiful.” He told her, hands dropping to grip the curve of her ass. She pushed herself against him, feeling him hard against her core. Slotting a hand between them, she slid a finger along the waistband of his boxers before dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling his jeans down over his hips. She pulled them all the way off, and he stepped out of them. Seren heard the shaky breath leave his body and focused her attention, her mouth watered in anticipation, it felt like she'd waited an eternity to touch him. She ran her hands up the taut muscles of his thighs and, holding his gaze, pulled his boxers down.

“Do you think you can be quiet, River?” She whispered. She slid her tongue along the underside of his cock and swirled it around the hot tip. He rocked against her, his hands fisted at his side, tense from trying to stay quiet. She took his hands one at a time and put them on her head, looking up his long body to watch his reaction to her pumping his cock with kiss swollen lips. 

“Fuck me, you look so fucking good -” He rasped, his voice strained. She hummed in agreement, the vibration running through his body as she let him control the speed and depth. He tugged her hair lightly, the sensation sending waves of desire to her core and making her thighs rub together in desperation. He removed one hand, reaching down in search of hers, intertwining their fingers. Seren squeezed his hand in reassurance, it had become clear in the months they'd known each other that River had very few people in his life he had physical contact with. In all their encounters, he seemed to seek out her touch. When he tugged her hair again, it was a request for her to stop, to come back to him. He wasted no time in nudging her to the bed, caging her with his body. He kissed her softly, swallowing her sighs. He slid a large hand down her side, reaching to grab her hips and press them into the bed. She arched her body up against him. 

“River, please-” she whispered, his hand pushing her thighs wider open to accommodate him. His grin was wicked as he kissed a hot path down her body, roughly palming her breast as he nipped at the dip of her waist. 

“Seren,” he warned, his voice deliciously low and dangerous, “If you make a sound, I'll stop,” he warned as he dragged her knickers down just before he circled her clit with his tongue. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look?” He asked. She gasped as his tongue eagerly slid into her aching cunt, “is this ok?” He asked. Seren sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. She held it for what felt like hours as he devoured her. The effort of keeping quiet was torture, his every touch designed to bring her closer to the edge. She had to bite her own fist to stay silent, but it was impossible to disguise her laboured breathing and tiny whimpers. He didn't need her to make a sound to know she was close, her thighs quivered and he got right to the point where he was certain she was about to come… and stopped, moving away from her entirely so he wasn’t tempted to let her finish just so he could keep tasting her. Seren's eyes widened at his audacity and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the whine of desperation she couldn't hold back. He removed the hand and pinned her wrists above her head bringing himself level with her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple. Seren's hips rutted up against his stomach.

“River,” she pleaded. 

“Fuck, Seren,” he could feel how wet she was, how much she needed him, and it only made him harder. 

“You like that? Think I could make you come like this?” He sucked at the soft, sensitive underside of her breasts, leaving his mark on her and dragging her so close to orgasm again. Seren was in no doubt that he could make her come just from this alone, “No, please no,” she pleaded again as he denied her again, “I need you to touch me, River.”

“Tell me what you want, babe,” he whispered, moving above her, held up on his elbows. 

“Fuck, River, I need you inside me,” she whispered quietly, her body vibrated with her need for him. She was certain she looked a mess underneath him - her hair tangled in bedsheets, her lips red and swollen from where she'd been biting them in an effort to keep quiet, and her eyes glazed with lust.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispered and sat up, dragging her into his lap as he did. She lifted up onto her knees, hands on his shoulders for balance as she lined him up against her, he cupped her heavy breast with one hand while the other grabbed the swell of her ass as she lowered down onto him. “Fuck-” he hissed, his forehead pressed against hers. With her thighs spread wide over his, the depth was incredible and his size took a second to adjust to. His tongue followed his hand across her nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling it and biting gently. It was enough to have her grinding down on his cock and arching her back to have him fill her right to the hilt. Her forearms on his shoulders gave her the perfect leverage to rise and fall on him over and over, he used the proximity to keep his eyes fixed on hers while his hands kneaded and grasped her hips, helping her keep her rhythm while his cock split her open. She rolled her hips slowly, not wanting to make huge movements and make the bed squeak under them. The languid pace and tight, deep thrusts were intoxicating. River barely took his eyes off hers, Seren was taken aback by the intimacy  and tenderness of it all. 

“Feels so good, River,” she moaned quietly as he reached a hand between them both. Her breath hitched as she bared down against his thumb on her clit, her head dropping to the crook of his neck, “oh, god-” she whimpered. 

“Wanted this for so long, Seren,” he whispered into her ear. 

“Please, River, more-” she begged. “I need you.” His previous ministrations had taken her so close to the edge, she couldn't take the anticipation any longer. She clutched at his shoulders as she sank down onto him, desperate to find her release. He keened against her, his nose buried in her throat while his fingertips left bruises on her hips. With a final swipe of his thumb against her clit, she reached her peak and shuddered as her climax overcame her. River had managed to remember their whereabouts and quickly captured her lips with his own, disguising the babbling expletives and whimpers of his name. Her movements stuttered so he gently twisted them round and lay her on the bed.

“Still with me?” He murmured, bracing his body on his forearms and rolling his hips as he fucked her into the mattress. The new depth and angle made her melt against him, she smiled, reaching up on her elbows to kiss him again.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she mimicked his earlier words. Her words seemed to ignite him once again. 

“God, Seren-” he groaned into her mouth as she pulled him down on top of her, relishing in the weight of his body against hers. She wrapped her legs around him as he took her wrists and pinned them either side of her head once again. He set a new, desperate pace, hungry to feel her walls flutter around his cock again. Seren tried to hide her breathy moans as she felt the tension coiling in her abdomen once again. She closed her eyes tightly, her attention split between her need for release and the need to keep quiet. “Look at me,” he asked softly. She opened her eyes and held his gaze as she clenched around him and felt his hand gently cover her mouth as she came with a wail of his name. She felt his muscles tense as he joined her over the edge with a whisper of her name, not taking his eyes off her at all. He slumped against her, his hand slipping from her mouth as he replaced it with featherlight kisses instead. He released her other wrist and she grazed her hand up and down his back as they both regained their breath. They lay still together for a while, his nose in the crook of her neck while his hand softly smoothed across her ribs and the side of her breasts. Seren's legs no longer locked around him, she stretched out and enjoyed the weight and warmth of his body covering her. 

“‘M crushing you,” he mumbled. His voice low in her ear made her shiver and despite not being ready for another round quite so soon, her hips bucked, “You're keen, give me a minute,” he laughed.

“You're not crushing me, and I'm not ready yet either,” she grinned into his hairline and kissed his temple. 

“Hmm if you say so.” He rocked against her, half hard again already, needing to hear the broken little moan that ghosted over his head. He moved away enough to wrap the blanket around them both and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Better?” She sighed happily.

“Hmm yeah, much.” She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair, the small, intimate gesture making her sleepy. River reached out to turn out the lamp and held her as he fell asleep. 

*

He woke to an empty bed. With a frown, he lifted up onto his elbows to see Seren fastening her bra and looking around for the rest of her clothes. She smiled shyly at him. 

“Hi.”

“You're going?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep. He'd lost count of the number of times they'd found each other during the night, sleepily reaching for one another. 

“I need to go and get changed, I can't be here when he wakes up.” She said apologetically. He sat up fully and reached out a hand to pull her close to the edge of the bed.

“Time is it?”

“Early, 5am. Go back to sleep.” She brushed her hand across his cheek. 

“Just a bit longer?” He kept a hand on the back of her thigh to hold her against him, and the other traced the leg of her underwear, hooking inside. “Let me make you come one more time?” He dragged his fingers along her slit, already wet for him. 

“River-” She rocked down against his hand, her body giving away how much she wanted him. His fingers slipped her underwear to one side and he pushed two inside her, curling them just so. Seren gasped, clinging to his shoulder to stay on her feet. His thumb rocked against her clit, his fingers fucking her as she moaned quietly.

“Fuck, River I-”

“I know, I've got you. I need to see you like this again and again, and when you're driving home I want you to know that I'll be thinking of you, you see what you do to me?” He palmed his cock through the sheets. 

“Ohhh-” She sighed, he noted the hunger in her eyes. 

“You like knowing that?” He pressed his palm harder into her clit and kept his fingers moving inside her. Seren’s breath hitched with every movement of his hand, her walls clenching around his fingers. She wobbled against him as her knees buckled with her climax. She gripped his shoulder tightly to stay upright.

“Shit, River,” she mumbled. He held her hip a little tighter. He removed his fingers with a pop and brought them to his mouth to kick them clean. “You're a menace.” 

“You're welcome.” He grinned, dropping a kiss to the soft dip of her waist. She stepped out of his reach and finished getting dressed. He watched her from the bed. When she was ready, she went back to him, cupping his face between her hands. 

“Get some more sleep,” she said with a soft smile.

“I won't be here when you get back. I'll call you later?” She nodded, kissed him lightly and crept out of the room, taking his hoodie with her. 

*

“Seren, this is the third game in a row you've lost.” David smiled over chess. She'd returned to the house later that morning as promised with croissants and they'd completed the previous day's crossword, walked to the village library and had lunch. Seren had been uncharacteristically distracted throughout. 

“Sorry David,” she sighed. “Why don't you take your book to the sitting room. I'll get some jobs done and then you can set me free on your garden?” She hoped the physical excess of cutting the grass and preparing the garden for autumn would stop her replaying the previous night over and over. She hadn’t realised how isolated her life had become, aside from the families or individuals she worked with she saw very few other people. Family lived on the other side of London and her work had led her to a very limited friend circle and social life. Until she’d hugged River in the kitchen, she struggled to remember the last person she’d had any kind of physical contact with. In her initial recognition of River seeking out her touch, she could also clearly see herself. In the garden, she worked hard. Pulling the heavy old mower up and down the garden, emptying old pots and clearing away fallen branches. From his perch, David pointed out new things for them to tackle over the coming weeks.

“We need to repair that fence,” he pointed. “Do you think we can get it painted before the weather turns?” He looked to the sky as if asking the weather gods.

“I don’t see why not. I can drive us to pick up paint tomorrow if you like?” “No offence dear, but your car splutters like it’s about to give up the ghost. I’ll get River to take us at the weekend, you can help me pick out some plants.”

“You want me to come with you and River to the garden centre?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I do indeed, you’ve a good eye for colour. It’s been such a long time since anyone actually enjoyed working in this garden.” He mused. She smiled and slumped into the chair next to him.

“Deal. I’ll be charging you overtime at this rate though.”

“Hmmm. Take it up with the boss.” He chuckled, pulling his hat down over his eyes for a short nap.

“Yeah, I think I should.” Seren wondered. 

They didn’t make it that weekend, nor the three weekends following. River had become overrun with work and his visits were few and far between. Seren had upped her time with David to compensate and ensure he wasn't lonely. His memory lapses were difficult to predict, she could spend entire days with him and have no problems but the last half an hour he would have no idea who she was, or there could be one moment of lucidity in a whole day. The hardest days were when his mind couldn't decide. She could fetch him a cup of coffee and he'd forget her, she could return with a slice of cake and be remembered. Finally, finally, Seren arrived one Saturday morning to find River already at the kitchen table. She stopped short in the doorway. 

“Oh. Hi.”

“Morning,” he smiled. “He's upstairs,” he explained, seeing her wondering where David was. They both hovered awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. Though they'd been in plenty of contact, it had been weeks of not seeing each other and though that in itself was nothing new, the circumstances were certainly different. Standing on opposite sides of the kitchen felt so similar to the last time they were in the same place at the same time that Seren couldn’t help but laugh. River chuckled, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… the last time we were in here, and now… well, here we are again.”

“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. They fell into silence, furtively stealing glances at one another. Seren wrung her hands.

“Should this be this weird?” She asked finally. “We didn't leave it this weird?”

“No, no you’re right. I don’t want it to be weird?”

“Good. Me either.” She nodded firmly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. Her heart thrummed in her chest.

“Apparently the old bastard has big plans for today?” River spoke up. 

“I'm taking him to the garden centre. He wanted to wait for you but you've been busy.” He looked bashful. 

“I'm sorry,” he said sincerely. “Every time I've tried to get here it's been too late to see you.”

“It's not a criticism. He's missed you,” she explained. 

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you missed me?” Seren opened her mouth to answer but heard David on the stairs and smiled apologetically.

“You’re here,” he said happily to Seren. “Shall we be off then?” He asked, the tension in the room going completely unnoticed.

“Lead the way,” Seren replied, following the Cartwrights to the car. She slid into the backseat behind River in the driver's seat and focused on watching out of the window so she didn’t keep catching River’s eye in the rear view mirror.

“What are you going this way for?” David demanded from the front seat, “it’s left at the lights.”

“There’s half the road dug up down there, I’ll go around.” River countered.

“Bloody ridiculous,” David muttered. Seren kept her eyes on the window, bringing her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. 

River finally escaped from the car. He’d been bickering with David for the whole journey. His grandfather led the way, instructing River to follow behind and pick up everything he pointed out. Seren ambled along between them both, occasionally picking things up. He watched her closely, cursing his own stupid awkwardness from earlier. He’d wanted to tell her he’d missed her, had thought about her everyday, couldn’t stop thinking about their night together… but hadn’t. She stopped ahead of him, reaching up to a much higher shelf. David had gone on ahead so River stopped. 

“Here, I’ll get it,” he muttered, a hand on her bare waist where her t-shirt had ridden up. He reached over her head with ease. “This one?” He asked. She shook her head, wide eyed but quickly recovered.

“River, that one’s half dead. The other one, please.” He took a small step forward, her back pressing to his chest as he reached further along and handed her the plant she’d been after. Taking a quick look around for safety, he dropped a kiss into the crook of her neck.

“Sorry I made it weird.” He whispered against her skin. She shivered and shook her head.

“S’ok, you’re not the only weirdo,” she admitted. His hand dropped to the curve of her ass and squeezed.

“We’ll talk later?” He asked, feeling her nod against him. “I might die before then if you keep walking in front of me though.” He teased. She pushed him away with a gentle shove and a knowing smile, and walked away to catch up with David. He trailed after her as she followed David, watching them together as they argued good-naturedly about which colours would look good in the garden and how much work they could palm off onto River. River took every available chance to be near her, letting David take the turning into each aisle so he could take her hand just for a moment or walk alongside her. The trip out had exhausted David. By the time they reached the car again, his temper was rising. When Seren offered him an arm to help him out of the car, he snapped. 

“I’m not a fucking invalid, Seren.”

“I know,” she held up her hands and took a step back. “I’ll get the kettle on.” She offered.

“Don’t bother. River will do it, I can’t stand the niceties anymore today. You should go.” He told her. She hesitated but he went on, “just stop being so sodding nice all the time.” He demanded. River paused, halfway into the boot of the car.

“I’m not being nice because it’s my job, David. I’m being nice because I like you and I like spending time with you.”

“Oh bullshit. You’re paid to be here.” River peered around from the back of the car,

“Grandad-” he warned.

“It’s fine,” Seren assured him. “You’re right, I am.”

“You’re not going to go, are you?” He sneered.

“No, I’m not. I’ll do what I always do when you ask me to leave, I’ll stay out of your way until you’re ready to talk civilly again.” She let him make his way to the house, grumbling under his breath.

“I’m sorry-” River started.

“It’s fine, really. He gets like this sometimes, when he’s pushed himself a bit too far. He’s just tired.” She lifted one of the paint tins from the car. “By the time all this stuff is away, he’ll be asleep and when he wakes up he should be feeling better.” She was right. River followed David into the house while Seren offered to put their purchases away in the garden. She knew the easiest way forward was to do as David had asked and at least stay out of his way. When she made it back to the kitchen, River gestured to the coffee he’d made her on the table. He sat at the table so she leaned against it facing him.

“He’s asleep,” he informed her.

“Told you he would be.” She reached over to brush his hair from his eyes. “I can handle it.” He took the hand and pulled her into his lap, her legs straddling his on either side of the rickety wooden chair. It creaked dangerously underneath them both. “If this chair breaks…”

“I’ve got you.” 

“We’ll be in trouble, was what I was going to say.” She chided him. He ran his hand up her back, drawing her closer, finally capturing her mouth in an impatient kiss. Seren let herself sink into him with a sigh. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” He countered, grazing his nose along her collarbone. She squirmed in his lap, the chair responding with an ungainly squeak.

“We need to move.” “Upstairs?” He asked. Seren shook her head.

“Sorry to disappoint, no time.”

“You’re far from a disappointment.” He told her, taking another kiss. She rocked against him, trying to get closer, he smiled against her mouth. 

“We can’t do this now.” She huffed, frustrated.

“I know,” he agreed, “I’ll make it up to you.” He promised.

*

Seren immersed her hands in the kitchen sink. River had called to say he was stuck in a work ‘thing’ so she’d opted to keep David company for a little longer than usual in the hopes that they might get some time alone when he did arrive. She hummed along softly to the classical record David played in the living room. She’d picked up some vinyl records for him from a shop a few villages away and he was enjoying educating her on which ones were worth her money and which were duds. She looked up and out of the window, the evenings had been getting darker sooner and it always seemed to catch her off guard. As she peered through the window, a face peered back. Her breath froze in her throat as terror overtook her. She backed away from the sink, hands dripping water everywhere.

“David,” she half whispered, voice strangled. “David!”

“Come and listen to this piece, it’s truly remarkable-” David called through from the sitting room. The face in the window grinned as it came closer to the glass, a leering sneer that then winked suggestively.

“Fuck. Fuck, David,” Seren turned and bolted for the sitting room. “There’s someone outside,” as she spoke, the back door banged.

“Who?” “How should I know? A man, shit, David we need to call the police.”

“Call River.” David instructed, rising quickly from his chair. “What the hell is he going to be able to do?”

“We need to get out of here, into the fields,” from the drawer by the chair he pulled out the same pistol he’d drawn on Seren months previously.

“The fields? Wait, he gave that back to you?!” She stared at the gun, incredulous.

“Seren, I need you to trust me. Call River, tell him we’re aiming for the farm and we’re on foot. We need to move, now.” He spoke firmly but calmly and Seren knew he was utterly lucid. She pulled out her phone and brought up River’s number, hitting the green call button. David pulled her along with him to the front door as the back door banged in its hinges again. On the way past, she grabbed the long iron poker from beside the fire. “Excellent idea my girl, now come.” Seren didn’t notice the call connect, or hear River shouting for her attention. The back door banged and this time, opened. Seren shrieked.

“Run David, we have to run.” She bellowed as her phone clattered to the stone floor and the call ended.

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Update for the next upcoming days

Hello there dear reader.

I have a few story finished and they will be uploaded in the up coming days. (I will update this post when I finished some more works for this week.)

Today:

Requested for a multiple part story about Josh Hartnett, Jack Lowden, Ben Affleck and Tom Hardy, Will be posted at 19:30 European time

Tomorrow:

Requested A drake bell one shot, Will be posted at 10:30 European time

Requested KSI smut one shot, will be posted at 15:00 European time.

Friday

Requested a Nate Diaz one shot, will be posted at 21:00 European time

Upcoming day's will be updated soon....

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do you have anymore non larry b!h recs?🫣💕

This is actually my area of expertise….

(i’ll keep it to one fic per author but majority of them have more than one that are worth checking out! also non 1d pairings because we would be here all day but im happy to make another list for those)

Take Me To Your River by orphan_account (1.7k) harry x richard madden, wish it was longer. that tag has some gems tho!

I Want Your Belly by orphan_account (2.3k) harry x adam prendergast, breeding kink. yum

feeling it out by orphan_account (2.6k) virgin harry’s first time with omc!!! medicine inspired so many writers in 2018

let me inside (wish i could get to know you) by yeahloads (2.7k) hazoff casting couch. love

Italian Sun by dattumblrgal (3.2k) harry x omc, iirc there’s no sex but this deserves more attention - harry kills his sugar daddy

Drunk (in Love) by darklirry (3.5k) harry x tom hardy. the fact that there are only 4!!! works for this pairing is criminal. loved this though!

Upskirt by wishforwishes (3.7k) jack lowden x harry. harry homewrecks! this author is a fave

sea view by takesaboatout (3.7k) harry x brad on a yacht… bless

A Slippery Slope by Anonymous (4k) harry x ben winston breeding kink. im convinced this is the hottest fic ive ever read. literally never not thinking about it.

see you later, innovator by feathertofly (4.7k) camboy harry and his landlord ben. theyre so cute

Things On Your Chest You Need to Confess by orphan_account (5k) harry x fionn. realistic!

cowboy, take me away by docklands (5k) horville country getaway. this author never misses… every sentence evokes so much emotion in very few words, the dialogue and smut is perfect. could read like 500k words of this 🤲

we're burning one hell of a something by estrella30 (6.6k) ben/harry. exactly as the summary says: Ben goes with Harry when he gets his birds tattooed and then lots of sex.

i can feel you take control (of who i am and all i've ever known) by Valentia (hyvnmni) (9.1k) bdsm club, harry x omc, inspired by beauty papers!

Under Your Skin, Over the Moon by Cowboying (9.5k) horville, harryween based. hello characterization!!!!! i think ive recced it before and i’ll do it again… just perfect. deserves everything.

Encyclopedia Botanical by bijasi (9.6k) genderqueer florist h, xarry. i feel like this, along with a lot of other non larry harry fic, should be way more popular than it is. amazing writing and realistic dialogue. harry is so cute in this

il calore del sole by wishforwishes, yeahloads (10.4k) alpha jeff omega h. i know i said one fic per author but i just rediscovered this and im barking

A Night to Remember by orphan_account (14k) girl!harry with david beckham and ben winston. nasty (affectionate)

and i can never rec just one fic from this author, but beechersnope is my all time fave. so obsessed with all of their work!!

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Any updates on when we might have a new chapter of If You Would Have Me??

I’m really sorry that I haven’t updated in months! I swear right now I’m writing the next part and it should be up in the next week. Here’s a preview!

Her hand touched hischeek, slowing his pace as he looked at her. But Emma was still staring at hischeek, her knuckles gently brushing his cheek. Crossing further, her thumbgrazed the mole on his upper lip that had been missed underneath his facialhair. Jack swallowed hard at this, which caused Emma to smile and drop herhand.

“How are you findingyour book?” She continued on her walk and Jack trotted to reach her side again.

“It’s gettingbetter,” He compensated for the book, “You came in on a good chapter.”

“I will be honestwith you. I did not pay much attention to it.”

Jack let out a quickexhale at this, knowing exactly why she did not recall.

[pagesoflauren]

Some jack smut pls? xxx

Imma put this under the cut because I don’t write smut but there’s a first time for everything!

Something about seeing Jack in suits just did something for you. You had seen a post somewhere equating men in suits to women in lingerie and it couldn’t be more true than at the present.

You were watching Jack adjust his tie from your spot on the couch, flashcards scattered all over as you prepared for your upcoming midterm. And because you had to study, you had to opt out of the fun that came with going to a premiere with Jack. But you could have some fun, right?

“You’ll be alright, love?” Jack asks, making eye contact with you in the mirror.“Mhmm,” you nod, putting your flashcards down and standing up. He turns to face you as he sees you approach in the mirror. “How do I look?”“Really good,” you say, your hands wandering from his neck down to his waist. “Yeah?” he says with a smirk. You think he doesn’t know what you’re thinking.

He confirms that he doesn’t when his eyes widen as you press him against the wall and move one hand down to his groin.“Love, what are you–”“I’ll miss you tonight,” you say, lips attaching to his neck and sucking.“D-Darling,” he stutters as he feels you unbutton his pants, “the car will be h-here any min–fuck!” He cries out once you’ve gotten a hand wrapped around him.“They can wait,” you say, “I can’t.” 

He’s suddenly heaving at this attention you’re giving him, feeling himself grow as you methodically squeeze up and down his length. Somewhere in the cloudy headspace of smutty thoughts, he thinks to himself that he should wear suits more often.

“You gonna let me have what I want?” you mumble against his neck.He nods dumbly, “Course, lass, whatever you want…”

He’s got no time to process your hands pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to get him out and he feels your mouth detach from his neck as you kneel in front of him. You continue to squeeze, swiping your thumb over the tip of him and he hisses in response. 

You’re both startled when his phone vibrates. He nudges it out of his pocket and brings it to his ear.

“H-Hello?”“Yes, Mr. Lowden? Your car is here.” “Great,” he chokes out, feeling your lips wrap around him. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the vibrations of you moaning at the taste of him. “I’ll be out shortly.” “Excellent. Will you be bringing a guest?”“Yes–I mean–no, no. I’ll be alone,” he rushes, his mind clouded from feeling so close. He looks down at you and you’ve made it a point to look up at him with doe eyes and he almost falls apart at the sight.

“Right. Whenever you’re ready sir.”“Th-Thank you.” He hangs up with shaky hands before he drops his phone to the floor and he tangles his hands in your hair, “Fuck, babe.”

It’s not long before he’s letting go, tilting his head back and groaning in complete bliss. He’s breathing heavy when you pull off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You tuck him back into his boxers and button his pants up for him again. You’re smirking as you press a quick kiss to his lips.“Have fun tonight.” 

You walk back to the couch as he picks his phone up from the floor. You hear the door unlock and open. “Love?” he calls.“Yes?”“I hope you know you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”“I’m counting on it.”

uhhhh yeah… (insert monkey covering eyes emoji) 

PLEASE BE PATIENT IT’S MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT I HOPE IT’S OKAY

[fionnfanatics]

Request: Hi. Omg your smut imagine was amazing Whenever you have time, could you write something smutty please about the reader and Jack? Any situation you like. Thank you

And: Hi, could you write something about Jack where he’s dancing wth the reader? I would welcome sexual tension!haha!!!

A/N: I combined these two requests cause I had an idea :)

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For months there had been a growing sexual tension between you and Jack Lowden, everyone on the cast and crew of Dunkirk could sense it.

It all started when your cousin, Tom Glynn Carney, got you a job as a stunt coordinator for Dunkirk. You’d always wanted to work on a large scale set, and Christopher Nolans set was enormous.

You met the boys right before shooting started, going out to the pub with Tom and the rest of them. Jack and you immediately clicked, playfully flirting every chance you got.

It drove Tom nuts at first, but now he was more chill about it. He liked Jack, so he wouldn’t mind him making a move on his cousin.

Everyone was waiting anxiously for the two of you to finally get together. The tension had everyone on edge.

Tonight you were all going out to a local dance club after Harry had questioned how they had danced back in the 1940s. You quickly found out that there was a bar downtown, and every Friday night they had swing nights.

The boys instantly wanted to go.

So here you all were, drinking and dancing the night away. The fast paced jazz songs were so much fun, and you often found yourself laughing at some of the guys.

You were feeling pretty tipsy when the music slowed down, transitioning into a slow song. Jack was instantly in front of you, asking for a dance. The other guys were whooping as Jack pulled you away, causing you to giggle.

He placed one of your hands on his shoulder, holding the other in his. His empty hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The two of you swayed softly to the music for a while, completely unaware of the world around you.

When there was a change in the music, Jack spun you out of his arms, and then back in. Your back was now to his chest, holding onto his arms that were wrapped around your chest.

“Ye look so beautiful tonigh’.” Jack whispered in your ear, lips peppering kisses down your neck and along your strapless shoulder. You shivered against him, quickly turning around to face him.

As you stared up at him, you suddenly couldn’t take the tension anymore. Reaching a hand up, you pulled his neck down to yours and placed your lips against his.

He immediately responded, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You both moaned at the ecstasy of finally tasting one another, both having wanted each other for so long.

The kiss soon led to a heated make out session on the middle of the dance floor, but neither of you seemed to care.

“I wan’ ye.” Jack mumbled moments later, nose skimming against your jawline. “I’ve wanted ye from the moment I met ye.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked, hand trailing slowly down his stomach and towards the waist of his pants. Jack shivered, a gleam of lust in his eyes, before he was grabbing your hand and pulling you off the dance floor.

“All o’ those guys were watchin’ ye in there. It’s time fer me to show ye who ye belong to.” Jack purred as you both exited the pub, causing you to nearly collapse to the ground. “Yer not goin’ to be able to walk when I’m done with ye.”

“Jesus Christ.” You whispered, heart racing as you began walking faster. “You keep this up and I won’t even be able to make it back to the hotel.”

“Maybe that’s the plan.” He mumbled into your ear, causing you to walk even faster. He chuckled behind you, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

As soon as the two of you crashed into his hotel room, you slammed him against the door and pressed fiery kisses to his lips. His hips bucked against yours, causing a knot to grow in your stomach.

You quickly pushed Jack backwards towards his bed, him kissing you senselessly. Damn was he a good kisser.

His knees hit the side of the bed, causing him to sit on the edge. You quickly straddled him, causing his neck to fall backwards as he stretched up to remain in control of the kiss.

Jack tugged against your shirt, asking for permission, which you gave. He quickly pulled it off, hands rubbing up and down your sides. He looked at you appreciatively, before his mouth moved to attack your neck once again.

“You can’t even imagine how long I’ve waited for this.” Jack murmured, lips trailing across your collarbone. You quickly got to work on his button up shirt, ripping off the buttons and pushing the shirt over his shoulders.

“Believe me, I’ve been waiting just as long.” You breathed out, fingers trailing over his hard abs. The next moment Jack was unclasping your bra, throwing it over his shoulder. His mouth instantly attacked one of your breasts, causing your head to fall back as you let out a moan.

His other hand was tracing slowly up your thigh, pushing under the fabric of your jeans. Your hands were gripping onto his shoulders, leaving nail marks when his teeth tugged at your nipple.

Soon Jack was pulling away from you, sliding you towards the end of the bed. He quickly knelt in front of you, lifting your hips so he could pull the jeans off.

“Yer so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He praised, pausing a moment to take in the sight of your naked body. You flushed, causing him to smirk.

His lips left kisses on your inner thighs, slowly working his way up to the place where you needed him most.

“Jack, please.” You begged, the teasing becoming too much. He glanced up at you briefly, a hungry daze to his eyes, before his tongue dove into your folds.

Hands moving to his soft blond hair, you pulled him closer to you as your hips bucked against his mouth. He in turn chuckled, causing you to moan as the vibrations sent a wave of pleasure up your spine.

One of his hands lifted your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access. His tongue was tracing patterns over your bundle of nerves, while he slipped one finger inside of you. He began pumping, causing an array of curses to leave your mouth.

“Fucking hell Jack. If I had known you were this good with your tongue and hands, I would have done this a lot sooner.”

Moments after the words left your mouth, he slipped another finger inside and quickly made a scissoring motion. Your back was arching at the feeling, finger scratching through his hair as your first orgasm sped towards you quickly.

Jack sensed this, a hand coming up to knead your breast. You let out a strangled sound, your pleasure beginning to overwhelm you.

“Jack, I’m gonna come.” You panted, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

“Let go love, come fer me.” At his words, your orgasm hit you like a truck. You screamed out at the feeling, pleasure like never before rocking through your body. Jack coaxed you through your orgasm, sucking up all of your juices.

Once finished, his face moved up towards yours again, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Suck.” He demanded, placing his two fingers in your mouth. You immediately complied, moaning at the taste of yourself on him.

“Ye like tha’, don’ ye baby girl?” Jack growled, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. You could feel his bulge pressing against your leg, so you quickly sprung into action.

You pushed him onto the bed, straddling his waist as you trailed kisses down his bare chest.

Your hands instantly went to work on his pants, pulling the zipper down and tearing both the pants and boxers down his legs. He kicked them the rest of the way off, and you admired the size of him for a moment.

One of your hands went to his member, a thumb trailing over the slit. He twitched against your hand, but then he was quickly stopping you as he flipped you over so he was on top.

“We’ll have time fer tha’ later. I need to be inside o’ ye. Now.” He groaned, member sliding against your entrance.

“Then do it.” You challenged, rolling your hips against his. He moaned, before he quickly grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He slid down on you, pausing just over your entrance.

“Are ye sure?” He questioned, a hesitant look in his eyes.

“Of course I’m sure Jack. Now stop talking and start fucking me.” You demanded, and he was instantly turned on by your tone. Waisting no more time, he slipped himself into you.

“Bloody hell, yer so tigh’ fer me darlin’.” Jack grunted, pushing deeper into you. When Jack noticed you wince slightly at the pain, he froze. “Are ye alrigh’ love? Am I hurtin’ ye?”

“I’m fine Jack. It’s just been a while.” You explained, face relaxing as the pleasure overtook the pain. “Now, move.” You demanded again, causing him to grin devilishly.

“As me lady commands.” He pulled out of you and simultaneously slammed back in, causing you to scream out his name. He maintained a slow pace, driving you mad.

“Faster!” You groaned, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Be patient baby girl.” Jack teased, face coming down to press kisses against your throat. He slowed his pace, torturing you even more.

“Move faster, daddy.” You taunted, and Jack froze on top of you. He pulled his face away, staring down at you with wild eyes.

“Wha’ did ye call me?” He asked, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it.

“Daddy.” You said again, biting your lip as you looked at him from underneath your lashes. He full on growled at you, slamming back into you.

His thrusts became wild, fingers slipping into your mouth to quiet your moans.

“Daddy’s goin’ to show his little girl exactly wha’ happens when she’s impatient.” You were surprised that he had a daddy kink, but you found yourself becoming more turned on by it.

What followed was the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever experienced. Jack followed soon after you, your name falling from his lips repeatedly like a prayer. He rolled over next to you, both of your chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths.

“Let’s hold off on telling my cousin for a while, he might not like the idea of us having sex without going on a date first.” You told him later that night, fingers tracing patterns over his bare chest as he held you close to his side.

“He’ll get over it. I plan on there bein’ a lot more o’ this in the future, dates as well o’ course.” Jack murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“So you don’t plan on this being a one time thing?” You asked him curiously, after all you had been a little worried about that.

“Far from it.” He told you, but then a mischievous glint took over his eyes. “In fact, how do ye feel about round two?”

Needless to say, neither of you got much sleep that night.

[mattyxharry]

“Do a threesome w Jack and Tom PLEASE”

“I feel like for a J and T threesome you'd be very nervous and they'd both wanna be very comforting and take things very slow to make sure you're okay with everything. But then I also feel like there's be a lot of dirty talk and rough sex”

“okaY so !! For the J+T threesome , it could be like Y/N and jack are dating but Y/N always found tom rly attractive and constantly talks about it to jack. sO one day jack suggests a threesome as a joke but Y/N doesn't mind the idea and then you know just ;))”

Obviously NSFW...

You were sat in front of the TV, blanket over you. You were watching one of Jacks new interviews with Tom. Jack came downstairs from a shower and sat next to you. You inhaled his musky shampoo and matching body wash and sighed softly. It was without a doubt your favorite scent in the world. You leaned against his chest and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. Minutes passed as the boys spoke about the film and their future endeavors. 

“What do you think?” he said as he paused the screen at the end.

“Tom’s new hair is nice” you replied in a daze. “Looks good on him...sweet lad”

“I meant of the interview” he laughed.

“I know ye fancy him” he toyed.

“Do not!”

“What, do you want a threesome?” he joked. Your face stayed still. “Oh god, you would wouldn't you?”

You didn't answer. You just bit your lip softly and kept your eyes at the paused screen. Minutes passed as you both sat in silence, enjoying each others company.

“Admit you find him cute” Jack blurted out with a devilish smirk.

“He is attractive, yes” you blushed. “So, what do you want for dinner?”

“Uh, uh. Dont change the conversation” he smirked. “Would you have a threesome with him?”

“Yeah, yeah...but thats mental” you said quickly. He leaned back into the couch with a smirk. His mind was working overtime at the thought of it. Normally he wouldn't be into that kind of thing but he couldn't help but get excited at the scenes unfolding in his head. He saw you shift uncomfortably. He saw you bite your lip. He saw your normally bright eyes go lustfully dark...

He knew he had to figure something out. 

A week passed since that conversation. You were fast asleep around 5 pm. You stayed up all night to work on some proposals for work. Jack promised you a surprise later that night and it left you confused...

You woke up to a sensation in between your legs. You moaned softly and slid your hand down your stomach. Your hand found their way to unfamiliar hair. It wasn't as soft or long as Jacks. You pushed the covers away to see a ginger head, lapping at your core.

“What the hell!” you pushed away but he pulled you back into his tongue.

“Relax, baby...you said you wanted this” Jack smirked as he came in the door. You couldn’t even get words to form. Tom mimicked the smirk in between your legs. Jack moved over to you and pulled the tank top you had on over your head. He pinched your nipple softly and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Tom took your clit in-between his teeth. He pulled away slightly and ran his finger down your folds. He rubbed your nub as you shuddered softly. You let out a long sigh as he put his lips back to where you needed them to be. Your hands flew back to his head.

“Need ye to suck me off, hennie” Jack groaned as he wiggled his sweatpants down his long legs. His cock sprung out, standing high and tall. Your mouth watered at the sight. You sat up slightly and took his length in your hand. You slowly pumped him and became startled when Tom spoke up.

“She does taste good, mate” Tom said as he wiped his mouth of your juices. Tom stood up and pressed a kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself on his tongue. You looked up and saw Jack staring down at you with lustful eyes. 

You looked up at Jack to see if he was really serious about this. He saw your nervous look and nodded. He pressed a kiss to your lips and smiled as he tasted what Tom left behind.

You kept pumping him steadily as Tom took his boxers off revealing his manhood. He wasn't nearly as girthy as Jack but he was still a large size.

“Side drawer, mate” Jack grunted as you took his length in your mouth. He formed a make shift ponytail before taking your head into his hands. Jacks hips slowly moved towards your face as he pushed his length further and further into your mouth. 

Tom nodded and opened up the drawer. He saw a box of condoms but then also a small purple vibrator. He smirked and grabbed the vibrator before snatching a condom. He ripped the foil open and rolled the condom down his length. He ran his cock up and down your folds before sliding into you.

“Fuck” he grunted. You let out a stifled moan against Jacks cock. Tom’s length was a little longer than Jacks. He instantly started thrusting into you at a quick rate. Jack pushed your hair out of your face as you slowly sucked his dick. 

“So fuckin’ tight” Tom groaned. 

“She's a minx, I’ll tell ye” Jack smirked as Tom dangled the vibrator in his hands. 

You felt a cold plastic hit your clit and then a sudden vibration began. You let out a squeal as Jack pinched your nipples softly. You were too overwhelmed from all the pleasure you were receiving. You released Jack from your mouth and looked down to see the vibrator Jack bought you for your birthday as a joke.

“Holy hell” you groaned. Your legs began to shake and your hips bucked up into the air. Jack came in your hand and put your fingers to your lips. You licked the leftover cum. 

You closed your eyes as Tom roughly thrusted into you. Jack moved to your side and took the vibrator into his hand. He began rubbing it up and down your clit as Tom filled you up. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasming. Jack tossed the vibrator aside and kissed your lips gently. He then moved town to leave marks all down your breasts.

“Ye still mine, hennie” he whispered in your ear. You nodded and kissed his lips. He placed his hand on your cheek and deepened the kiss as he played around with your clit using his other hand. You were so deep into the make out session you didn’t notice Tom slowly getting closer and closer.

“M”gonna cum” Tom grunted. You clenched around him. He released into the condom and shuddered at the pleasure. He fell beside you and Jack with a sigh. Once your breathing steadied, Jack spoke up.

“Fuck, I need to invite ye round more often” he chuckled.

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Ties that Bind - Chapter 3

River and Seren work on avoiding each other 👀

Thank you for reading, hope you're enjoying it!

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Chapter 3

Avoiding him had become torture. In reality, they were avoiding each other, which was somehow worse. Seren made sure she was gone on the evenings he was expected and tried to avoid going over during the weekends when she knew he was more likely to be around. Their previously friendly text exchanges had been reduced to a schedule of their planned whereabouts, and River’s evening calls to check in had all but disappeared. It wasn’t always possible to avoid him, but she tried. David had gone to bed early, poor sleep and his whirling mind often exhausted him, it exhausted Seren too. She slumped at the kitchen table, head resting in her arms. Just a little bit of quiet before going home. The bright lights of River’s car outside lit up the kitchen and a few seconds later, he clattered noisily through the door, bringing the cool autumn air with him. Seren shivered and pulled the hoodie she was wearing tighter around herself.

“Shit, sorry. Fucking door.”

“Keep it down, he’s in bed.”

“Already?”

“It’s been… a day,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“You’re here late?”

“I just needed to sit for a minute before I went.” She mumbled into her arms. 

“Beer?”

“Yeah, thanks.” He retrieved them from the fridge and sat a few seats away from her at the table.

“You ok?” He asked, watching her curiously. She shrugged. “That’s my hoodie.”

“Oh. Sorry, I was freezing and spotted it in the sitting room. I’ll leave it and bring mine tomorrow.”

“No, it’s… it’s ok.” He took a long pull of his beer, keeping his eyes on her. The hoodie swamped her, wrapped all the way around her and the sleeves far too long. “So are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Ok?”

“It feels a bit like I’m in an episode of Upstairs Downstairs.” River frowned. “The servants live downstairs while the grand family live upstairs? He’s very much the lord of the manor.” She explained. 

“Ah…. yeah. He is a bit.”

“Not always, but sometimes… I feel very much like ‘the help’.”

“I’m sorry-” He started, she brushed him off.

“It’s fine, I see it a lot. It’s an age thing usually. Don’t worry, I’m not going to suddenly go all ‘would you like to take your tea in the library, sir?’” She sniggered. When he didn’t respond she looked up sharply. “Oh shit, that hasn’t just unlocked something in you has it?” 

“Depends, is there a uniform?” Seren shook her head, laughing, and threw her bottle top at him. 

“Stop it, I'm trying to stay out of your way.”

“Same. But let’s not rule out a uniform just yet.” They drank their beer in silence. “Explain it to me again?” He asked suddenly.

“Explain what?”

“Why… this, whatever this is, is such a bad idea?”

“I don’t want to confuse him. I also don’t think he’d approve. And,” she hesitated. 

“Go on?”

“River you literally pay my fucking wages. Tell me that's not a bit weird?

“I mean… Ok I'm going to skip over the last one-”

“Convenient.” She rolled her eyes. 

“But my grandfather? It’s not up to him what happens between us?”

“No, but he’s your grandfather. And notice how you didn’t correct me? On any of my points? You know he wouldn’t approve. Like I said, I’m ‘the help’ and you're the one paying me.”

“You’re not the help.”

“I mean, I kind of am? Just in less of a Victorian sense.”

“That's-, it's not like-” He tried to find the right way to get his point across.

“See. Look, I know you don't see it like that-”

“Then isn’t that all that matters?” He interrupted. “Why does it matter that I'm the one paying you? I wouldn't expect you to do this for free.” She didn’t answer him. “I need you here as much as he does. I’m not sure how to handle it when he’s not himself, when he doesn’t know who I am.” He said, changing the subject. 

“I know. I usually take my cue from whoever he thinks I am. Sometimes he thinks I’m his wife, sometimes he thinks I’m his daughter, sometimes he’s really pissed off when he thinks I’m a total stranger.” 

“How do you get through it?”

“I just talk to him normally, try and be patient.”

“I’m not very patient.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Well how do you separate it then?”

“6am body combat class.”

“Are you a fucking masochist?”

“A dark room, stupidly loud, brain frying music and punching shit all before breakfast? Works a treat, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”

“Is punching shit a technical term? Don’t think it’s for me,” he grimaced, recalling being on the receiving end of most punches.

“Throw yourself into something else then, find a distraction.”

“I just don’t know if I’m doing this right. I’m forever going to be the bad guy for making decisions he doesn’t like.” He rose from the table, adding his bottle to the recycling bin. She could feel her resolve crumbling, the urge to comfort him was overwhelming. She stood to join him and before she could bottle it, she closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around his waist, anchoring herself to him. She felt his body slowly relax under her hold, leaning into her and bringing his arms around her. He dropped his chin down to rest on her head. His breaths deepened to match hers and as he relaxed she closed her eyes. 

“You’re doing really well.” She promised. He let go first, clearing his throat and stepping out of her embrace. Embarrassed, she moved away from him. “I’ve got to go. Combat at 6. I’ll sort this door tomorrow.” She gave it a pull as it stuck in the frame again.

“It was good to see you.” He said softly, catching her hand in his and holding it.

“You too.”

“Can we agree that avoiding each other is a stupid idea?” He pulled her gently towards him. 

“Can we agree that this is evidence enough that we should avoid each other?” She countered, gesturing to the minimal space between them.

He shook his head, “I haven’t done anything?” He leaned down, pausing millimetres from kissing her.

“Yet?” She whispered, getting there first and kissing him, her hand snaking up to the nape of his neck.

“What am I doing? Hmm, you started this.” He told her, not daring to move his mouth from hers. He kissed her back with a fierceness she hadn't realised she was so desperate for. Her hands worked fast, pushing his jacket down his arms and onto the floor with a thud, and pulling him back by his t-shirt. Seren found it impossible to disguise her reaching hands. Tangling in his hair, slipping under his t-shirt, she ached to feel his skin against hers. “What happened to this being a terrible idea?” He asked, kissing along her jawline.

“It’s an awful idea.” She moaned, her body arching to meet his. 

“So stop?”

“You stop.” She muttered, the sigh tumbling from her lips. With great restraint, he did.

“Really?” His forehead rested against hers while they caught their breath. 

“Yes,” she groaned sadly, “No. Fuck, why is this so hard?” He went to reply, “do not make a joke.”

“Wasn’t going to.” He kissed her again lightly.

“Yeah, you were.”

“Yeah I was. Really stop?”

“Yes, really stop.” She kissed him back.

“Seren,” he groaned, “I’m getting very mixed messages.”

“You’re right,” she leaned back away from him a little, “you’re right, I’m sorry. This isn’t fair, it’s not about what I want.”

“So this is what you want?” He asked.

“River,” she sighed, clearly torn.

“Fuck, Seren,” he kissed her again, “ please don’t say my name like that again.” 

“I’m trying not to, but you-, ohh-” his teeth grazed the sensitive skin under her ear and her hips canted towards him in response. “God, you are not making things easy.” 

“And you are?” He let his head drop onto her shoulder, breathing her in. “So. Are we stopping, or are we not stopping?”

“We’re stopping.” Seren said, hesitantly. “This will get too complicated, and we’re dealing with enough as it is.”

“Or…”

“No, no or.”

“Hear me out. Or, this is a distraction.” His voice was still muffled against her neck.

“A complicated distraction. River, I’m trying to keep my hands to myself but I need you to help me, please ?” She pleaded. She felt his sigh against her neck, making her shiver against him. His hands moved from her waist to take her hands, and he stood up straight, putting some space between them.

“Ok.” He acquiesced. 

“I’m going to go home now.” She said firmly.

“Ok.”

“Ok. Goodnight, River.”

“Goodnight Seren,” he placed a quick kiss on her lips. “And just so we’re completely clear, I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself.” He smirked. She shook her head and let go of his hands. “I’ll call you tomorrow to check in.”

*

The previous tactic of avoidance had given way to pretending to completely ignore the tension between them and act as if nothing had happened at all. There were still the sly remarks he liked dropping into conversation to fluster and frustrate her. He much preferred the gentle teasing and flirting, and sharing the mental load of looking after David had helped them both lighten up. The nightly phone calls had resumed, to River’s relief. The routine of picking up the phone on his way down the death stairs of Slough house to hear Seren’s voice practically powered him through the day. He hadn't seen her since their previous encounter in the kitchen weeks previously, every time he found himself alone in there, the memories flooded his senses, the warmth and softness of her skin, the smell of her perfume, her shampoo and the sweet taste of her. He'd turned up late the previous day, annoyed and frustrated. His car had been in the garage all week so he'd suffered the bus or tube to work and hadn't faced the train to his grandfather's house until the weekend. He'd missed Seren, she'd been and gone again, leaving a note about homemade pie in the fridge. He and David had eaten the lot along with a bottle of red wine and a handful of gin and tonics. David had not only recognised and remembered him, but he'd been in the best mood River had seen for weeks. He sang Seren's praises, as did River after a few drinks, and told stories of work that River had heard a million times previously but listened as if it were the first time. He was terrified of the day David would remember the stories for the last time and they'd never be told again. 

“Car alright?” David asked. 

“Should be now, they've had it all bloody week. I can collect it tomorrow.”

“I keep telling Seren that her car is no good, spluttering down the lane. You can hear it from a mile away.” 

“I might get her to drop me at the station if you'll be alright for half an hour?”

“Of course I will. I'm no invalid, River.”

“I know, I know. I just don't want you to be pissed off.”

“Story of my life.” David muttered as the unmistakable sound of Seren's car turned into the driveway. “Go on then, I'll see you in a few days.”

“Take care, grandad.” River embraced him briefly and went out to meet Seren. She peered over her sunglasses at him, the window down. “Can I have a lift?” He asked. 

“Depends, are you going to take the piss out of my music?”

“I would never do that. Obviously.”

“Hmm. Get in then.” She swung the car around on the drive and headed back in the direction she'd come from. “Where's your car?”

“Fucked.”

“Technical term?”

“Something like that. How was combat?” He noted the gym bag in the back seat. 

“Fucked.” She mimicked with a smile. “Did you have a good night?”

“The old man got me pissed and we ate the pie you made.”

“Nice”

“It was, thank you.” 

“You'll have to let me know what you like and I'll make it next time.” At the traffic lights she shoved the car into gear and made the turning for the train station. She pulled into the nearest space. “Seems I've been upgraded to driver.”

“Not going to call me sir this time?” 

“After last time? Absolutely not.” He watched her watching people going to and from the station. 

“I'm glad we're talking again.” He told her. She turned to look at him, taking off her sunglasses. 

“Me too.” She watched his face screw up into a frown. “What's up?”

“Nothing. I'll let you go.”

“River?” He reached across the gearstick between them and weaved his hand into her hair, pulling her to him. He sighed, lips millimetres from hers and reluctantly let go. 

“I'm fine, Seren” he nodded, “thank you for the lift.” It wasn't until the car door had slammed that River let go of the breath he'd been holding. 

*

“Have you spoken to Lamb about taking more responsibility yet?” David questioned.

“No,” River sighed. “He’s not exactly approachable is he?”

“But he’s the only one who can get you out of Slough House.” 

“I’m aware of that, grandad. It’s just not that easy.”

“Nothing good ever came from being easy, boy. You have to work at it, show that you can handle the responsibility of more work, better work. Prove that you want to actually leave Slough House?”

“I am working at it. I am.” River argued. He’d been arguing for the whole weekend. Seren had walked in during breakfast, heard the raised voices and had backed out of the room with wide eyes and a questioning look to River who’d just rolled his eyes. Over twenty four hours later David was still on the same topic of River’s commitment to work, commitment to the service and why on earth he was still allowing himself to be kept with the Slow Horses.

“You need to push harder, no outside distractions. Your grandmother didn’t see me for weeks on end, she knew the toils of the job. No distractions, no half arsing it.”

“Things have changed, people don’t work like that anymore.”

“Pfft,” David countered, “of course they do. You think Jackson Lamb couldn’t put you back at the Park? Course he bloody well could, if he wanted to.”

“Well then there’s the problem. He doesn’t want to.”

“So make it worth his while. Make yourself useful. Can’t you reach out to old friends and do some work for them on the side, make Tavener see that you’re an asset?” River frowned, not sure that either Lamb, or Tavener would ever see him as an asset. Plus working at Slough House allowed a little more autonomy than he suspected those at the Park got. Some of the things he was working on were interesting because they were separate from Tavener and her ironclad grip. Eventually, worn down by criticism, River agreed that David was right. Maybe he wasn’t working hard enough? Maybe he was distracted.

“He’s just frustrated because he’s had a rough few weeks.” Seren reassured him while he made coffee,  “he’s taking it out on you because he knows he can.”

“Does he do this to you?”

“Did you forget the whole housekeeper conversation?” She asked.

“We never said housekeeper,” he grinned. “There was definitely talk of a uniform and I was picturing more of a maid than a housekeeper.”

“Piss off. I’m being nice to you!”

“I know, I know,” he laughed, dodging the water she flicked at him from the sink.

“It’s hard for him, someone who’s used to being at the top of the tree. I don’t know what on earth he used to do for work, but I can tell it was something important. Something where he was very important. And now his mind is holding him hostage and stealing everything he knows.”

“You’re right.”

“So we just need to be there for him and ride out the bad bits. There’s still time to sign up for combat class?”

“There are other distractions I’d enjoy a lot more.” He nudged her on his way back to finish the game of chess he was losing to David. He watched her from the doorway without her knowledge for a minute, enjoying the flush in her cheeks and shy smile that lingered after she thought he’d gone. He worked hard to not let the distraction of Seren affect his work, took on board David's advice and to Lamb's annoyance, made himself overly helpful. 

“So how’s it going with your grandfather now?” Louisa asked, stirring him from his thoughts days later and handing him a cold beer bottle.

“S’good. He gets on with the woman who looks in on him so that helps.”

“And his memory lapses?”

“Happening more often, and he gets angry. Really angry, when he can't remember.”

“Shit, I'm sorry.”

“He thinks he's being watched.”

“Is he?”

“Who the fuck knows. We probably all are.” 

“Has this got anything to do with this fucking annoying mission that you're on?”

“I dunno what you're talking about?” He blustered.

“Oh don't give me that,” Louisa laughed, “you are literally the most irritating person in that building at the moment - and that's saying something! ‘Anything I can do, Lamb?’, ‘shall I collect your takeout?’, ‘any errands need running?’. It's gross. And it's not you.” She pointed her bottle at him. “You are the least helpful person I know, please don't change now.” He fell silent, peeling the label off the bottle. 

“He keeps on at me to get out. Be more helpful, no distractions.”

“There's nothing distracting about Slough House except the smell.” She watched him curiously. “Ohh. Is it her? The woman who looks after him?” He downed his beer without answering. 

“C'mon, I'll walk you to your car.” 

“Nooo, come on! Let me live through your love life!” She teased. 

“I don't have a love life, Louisa. I barely have a life.” He grimaced, opening her car door for her. 

“Fucking saddo.” She pinched his cheek and then slapped it gently. “Night night.” He watched Louisa drive off away from Slough House and then jumped into his own car. He'd already told Seren it would be a late one and though she'd offered to stay, they both knew that David was still perfectly capable of being alone from time to time. He hit redial on his car display and called her. 

“Hello?”

“It's me.”

“Good night?”

“Long day. How was he?” River could hear tinny splashes in the background. “You're not still there are you?”

“Nooo, no. I left an hour ago. I'm… y'know what, nevermind.”

“Oh.” It dawned on River where she was, the tinny sound, the unmistakable sound of water. The bath. “Oh.” He said again trying to banish the mental image accompanied with hearing her voice. 

“He's fine, by the way.” She said, her voice taunting. 

“Good. I'm on my way.”

“Don't forget, be clear about who you are, don't raise your voice.”

“Got it. I'll leave you to it. See you soon?”

“Yeah, soon. Bye, River.”

*

Seren was resilient. Able to bend and sway to adapt to the harshest conditions and people, she had no problem sticking up for herself when required. But against David at his worst, her patience was wearing thin. Since his evening with River, his cognitive capabilities had taken a turn for the worse. Seren had bared it and been his constant throughout. She picked up the phone and went to stand out in the garden while David had lunch.

“Cartwright?”

“It’s me.”

“Hi.” She could hear the smile in his voice, “Everything ok?”

“Not really. Another bad day. I need to get some more mugs. And plates. He keeps throwing them at me.”

“Fuck. Seren, I’m sorry. Are you ok?” She tried not to think about the way he said her name. How she wanted him to say her name.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting good at dodging them.” She kicked at the weeds that had taken up on the driveway, making a mental note to do something about them.

“Yeah that doesn’t really fill me with confidence.”

“At least it’s only a mug, not a gun. And when he’s back, when he’s himself again, he’s so apologetic. It’s just been a hard few weeks.” Neither of them acknowledged that this was the case for all of them, not just David. “Anyway, I just thought I should let you know before you get here later.”

“Yeah, ok thanks. Will I see you later?” He asked. The silence dragged on so long he had to check the call was still connected.

“I… I don’t know.”

“I'd like to? Might be good to catch up.” He suggested. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” She stared out to the open fields before her. “I’ll still be here,” she said finally. She watched a figure in the lane, watching her. “There's someone….” She frowned.

“What’s happened?”

“Nothing, I can just see someone.” A dog appeared in the lane only a few feet away from her. She flinched. “Shit!” The dog gave a short bark and ran back up the lane to the owner. 

“Seren?” She held up her hand and gave the figure a little wave, embarrassed that the dog had made her jump so much.

“It's ok, it was just a dog.”

“Sure?” 

“Yeah, course. He just came through the gap in the hedge. You sound like David, he keeps saying the dogs are out to get him. Silly sod.”

“If you’re sure?” River skipped over her previous comment.

“Yes, River, I’m sure. I’ll see you later, you can bring some dinner.” She told him, hanging up. She watched the dog walker retreat down the lane, occasionally looking back at her, and turned back to the house. The afternoon went on far longer than Seren wanted it to, the anticipation of seeing River grew by the minute. The afternoon fell away to nightfall and when River arrived with a bag of takeout, Seren and David were playing cards. 

“This is a ridiculous game.” David grumbled.

“It's a great game, you're just a sore loser.” Seren grinned wickedly as she put down another card from her hand. “Oh! Shithead!” She slapped down her last card. “Good timing, River brought dinner.” David looked at River for a long few seconds. 

“Right, I'll get washed up then,” he said, his voice small and distant. 

“Are you ok?” Seren asked, watching him carefully, cards halfway into their box. 

“Fine dear, fine. Boyfriend of yours is he? Handsome chap.” He left the room muttering to himself. Seren froze at the table. She could hear that River had stopped opening food containers and turned slowly to face him.

“I'm so sorry,” she said softly, “he was right here, I didn't think he wouldn't recognise you. We've been talking about you all afternoon.” She could see the sadness and resignation in River's eyes. He shook his head a little. 

“S'alright. I expect it now.”

“That doesn't make it alright.” 

“Dinner's getting cold.” He stated. She frowned, wanting to say more but it was clear that the conversation was over. She took over opening the food while River moved it to the table, his hand lingering in the small of her back as he passed between her and the table. “You taught my grandad a card game called ‘Shithead’?” He asked, his voice teasing. 

“How long have you been courting Seren then young man?” David interrupted, taking his seat once again.

“I wouldn't say I'm courting her, she's very stubborn.” River blushed. 

“As she should be,” he chuckled. “A smart girl like her shouldn't be won over by the first handsome man that comes along and shows an interest.” Seren rolled her eyes and snapped her chopsticks apart.

“I think you've got the wrong end of the stick here, David.” She warned, taking a dumpling from River's plate. “There's nothing going on between River and I.” 

“Oi, that’s my dumpling and you’re still wearing my hoodie.” It was true. In the last weeks and months, River could have counted on one hand the number of times his hoodie was where he left it, or available when he needed it in the draughty old house. Whenever he could find it, Seren’s perfume surrounded him.

“Ah but it's high time River had his attention caught by a pretty girl.” With a glance between them, Seren confirmed to River that David was back again. 

“Eat your dinner, old man,” River told him, Seren could see the relief in his smile. She watched the Cartwright gentlemen barter back and forth, noting how tired David looked. 

“Are you ok?” She asked him, concerned. 

“Just tired.” He admitted quietly.

“Shall I save you some food for lunch tomorrow? You could take the newspaper to bed, I saved the crossword for you?” She asked while River watched their short exchange.

“That's thoughtful Seren but I think I'm too tired. We'll do it tomorrow over breakfast.”

“Deal, I'll bring croissants.”

“She's good to me,” he told River, “I might have to admit that I'm grateful for you bringing her here.”

“I'll take that, and I won't even say I told you so.”

“See the cheek I put up with, Seren? River forgets when to stop talking sometimes, I think.”

“You're definitely right on that. Come on, time for the old man to go to bed.”

“Why do I feel like you're both as bad as each other?” He muttered but didn't argue. 

“I'll see you up there.” River offered.

“Come on then, make sure I can remember my way around my own damn house.” River followed David up the steep old stairs of the cottage while Seren packed away leftovers. 

“Need me to do anything?” River asked when he came back down. He watched Seren potter around the kitchen, making sure everything was cleared away. 

“Nope, all done.”

“And are you…” he shrugged, fidgeting with his hands, “sticking around? Or going home?” He asked, the question hanging in the air between them.

[ohstardust]

Baby, Sweat is Guaranteed

REQUEST: from @dreamingincastles Omg can you do some jack smut?! LIKE you're visiting Scotland in Jack's hometown and you go out with his mates with him and they're all chatting you up and saying how Jack outdid himself and then jack gets so angsty and he just takes you home and wants to have his way with you? I just love him 😂" A/N: I’m sorry this took me so long. Inspiration finally struck last night and it got finished! Sorry to @wardley10 for slowly killing her and thanks for letting me throw my ideas at you. <3 I’m SO nervous to post this, please be kind, or just tell me if it’s terrible. Feedback is welcome either way. I’m going to go and hide now. xo Title: Animal by The Cab My Jack playlist can be found on Spotify (x) I couldn’t have written this without this playlist (x)

It had taken all of two hours for Y/N to fall in love with her boyfriend’s hometown, four times as long as it had taken to fall in love with the man himself. Oxton was beautiful, tranquil and the kind of rural haven that she figured her mind would constantly wander back to when she wanted to escape the hectic city life. Despite their relationship spanning ten months already, they’d yet to take a trip north to visit the place that Jack had been raised, but Y/N & Jack were insistent they make time somewhere in the midst of their busy schedules.

Jack had booked them into the Carfraemill Hotel which would provide a perfect setting for the evening in the bar with his friends who she was also yet to meet. With so few pubs within a varied mile distance, he figured it killed two birds with one stone. “Are you still nervous, darlin’?” Jack asked as he fastened the clasp on his girlfriend’s necklace, her hair held up by her hand as he assisted her. He pressed a tender kiss to the base of her neck and breathed in her perfume. “Yeah, I’m still so nervous that people are thinking I’m punching above my weight with you. Is that silly?” She let her hair down and turned to face her lover, worrying her lip between her teeth. “Absolutely insane, it’s me who aimed high. But you’re not silly. They’re gonna love you, they have every reason to,” Jack pressed his lips against hers before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers and giving her an earnest yet cheeky, dimpled smile that made her stomach flutter, “ ‘sides, I love you.” Y/N’s eyes slipped shut and she smiled against his lips, “I love you too.”

It took ten minutes for her realise that she would get along just fine with Jack’s friends. With the same humour as him, the crazy Scottish charm and the fact they were already on their second drink, she knew she needn’t have worried. Within the next hour she found herself surprised by the amount of people that were in the bar, not expecting it to fill up in a village as small as it was but it eased her a little and made her feel more comfortable with her busy surroundings. The guys had been filling Jack in with what had been happening since he last spoke to them and Jack & Y/N were filling them in with what had been happening in their lives, the excitement still so evident when they talked about their life they were building together. Just as one of the guys were starting on a tale about Jack’s teen years, he groaned and stood up to grab another round in, “Don’t believe a word they say babe, it’s all a load of shit.” The other men laughed and shook their heads, “Yeah, he wishes it were.” “So when he was fifteen, we all dared him to go bollock naked…” Y/N was weak with the stories she was hearing as the night passed by, falling more in love with the man as he heard the stupid, and endearing tales of a life before her. She raised her head and caught Jack at the bar for the second time that evening, a tray of shots being poured out that she absolutely knew they both would regret in the morning. “Can’t believe Lowden managed to snatch you up, Jesus.” The taller brunette looked over at her and shook his head, grinning into his pint of beer. “And why’s that then?” She tried playing coy but she was half confused all the same, not quite understanding why it was so hard to believe. The slightly shorter man beside him chimed in to clarify the point a moment later, “What he means is that yer bloody gorgeous and that muppet over there’s really outdone himself this time.” The woman turned her head just as Jack was setting the tray on the table, his jaw hardened alerting her that he’d at least heard part of the conversation. She snatched one of the shots off the table and threw it back without waiting for anyone, she started to feel uneasy at the comments, wasn’t that a little below the belt to say that to your mate’s girlfriend? “If I’m being quite honest with you, ‘m pretty sure I’m the one who got ridiculously lucky.” Jack’s mouth relaxed a little and he set his hand on her thigh, squeezing it in reassurance and gratitude. His other hand grabbed a shot, sinking in as the others took one to do the same. “Nah, ’m not saying you’re not love, but it was just a shock, that’s all,” Her right hand found her way into his, the one resting on her, and laced their fingers together. “Nice one Lowden, we’re really chuffed f’ye mate.” Jack tried his hardest not to let them get to him, they were his friends after all, he gave them the benefit of the doubt and chalked it up to the alcohol talking. It didn’t stop him from feeling a little self-doubt, but also angry that they’d made him doubt his relationship, the constant source of happiness he currently had. “I’m just popping to the bathroom sweetheart, I’ll just be a sec,” he raised his head to smile at her and she leant down to give him a quick kiss. Whilst she was away he was left to the grins of his friends, the first time he’d been alone with them all evening. “Lads, can you please just…not.” “Not what?” “You know what. Stop trying to wind me up in front of her.” He grumbled, his hand running over his beard and scratching at his chin. “Give over Jacky boy, we’re just teasing you.” Jack was beginning to feel angry again, his patience being tested, “She’s absolutely fit as though, don’t know how you managed that one.” “Really fuckin’ uncalled for mate, maybe if you stopped being such a tosser you’d be in a relationship that lasted longer than three weeks.” He felt a small hand press to his shoulder just as he was about to stand up from his chair. Jack’s head whipped up to face Y/N’s and he took her hand in his, his other one reaching for her bag on the floor, “We’re going.” “Oh Jack, don’t be like that,” One of the guys called out, his hand slapped back down to the table, his eyes unfocused. “I’ve had too much to drink and this is gonna end badly lads, ‘m gonna call it a night. I’ll call you all tomorrow.” And with that, Jack firmly grasped Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards the stairs of the hotel and towards their room. “Are you gonna tell me what that was about?” She asked, letting go of his hand as he pressed the key into the lock. He stayed silent as he pushed the door open, advancing into the room and emptying his pockets onto the small desk running along the foot of their bed, removing his belt and throwing the inevitable supplies they’d need on the bed. She softly shut the door behind her and rested her forehead against the painted wood, letting out a soft sigh, “You know they were just talking shi-“ the end of the sentence came out as a gasp as Jack pressed in close behind her, his lips on her neck and his hands pulled down the front of her top to grasp her breasts. “You’re mine,” His voice was deep and gravelly, his lips pressed to the younger girl’s ear, his tongue licking the outer shell before taking her lobe between his teeth. He released his grip and his lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder, nips and sucks at her skin left in their wake. Y/N’s back arched and her head dropped down to his shoulder, “Yours,” she whimpered, “always yours.” “That’s right, darlin’.” His left hand dipped beneath the fine black lace of her bra and he pinched her nipple causing her to hiss. Jack massaged it with his thumb and index finger, putting pressure on his touch to the point he knew would be pleasurable enough for her without bordering too close to painful. His right hand mimicked the actions on her other breast as his teeth sunk into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her back bordered on aching from the arch she had created but she couldn’t help leaning into his touch, too afraid of losing this feeling. Her whines increased, having been on edge all night just from Jack’s jealousy and the way his friends teased, the anticipation had been building inside her body. Her eyes fluttered shut and her right hand heavily rested on his head to keep him sucking marks into her skin, his tongue licking over it ever few seconds to soothe the sting. Seconds later she pulled him off and turned to face him, lips furiously twisting with his and tongues licking over each other, tasting and teasing. Her fingers popped the button on his jeans and reached for the bottom of his button down shirt. Jack pulled back for a second and watched her fingers work over the buttons, breathing laboured and chest rising and falling. She slowly pushed the material off his shoulders, revelling in the sight of his chest and muscular biceps, she grabbed onto them and touched her lips to his throat, the stubble there scratched her chin and nose in a way that made her want to repeat the action. Jack’s hands brushed through her hair, his fingers threading through the strands to pull her back and kiss her, distracting her enough until he could remove the top from her chest, pulling her arms through so he could appreciate her in the lace. The lack of padding left nothing to the imagination, her nipples were erect through the material and Jack couldn’t resist swiping his thumbs over them, the sensation causing her to hiss once more. She unzipped her skirt as his hands remained occupied, the black material pooling at her ankles leaving her stood in just her underwear. Jack quickly noticed the shift in clothing and stepped back a little to drink in her appearance, his tongue slowly wetting his lips, a pleased smirk upturning his lips, “Fuck, your a vision, so pretty.” “Still yours.” He growled again, jealousy somewhat returning and he grabbed her by the ass, pulling her flush against him, “Always mine, no one gets to see you like this but me. No one deserves to see you like this.” Y/N’s hands slipped under the black fabric still on his hips and pushed to relive them from the confines. She knelt to peel them off his toned legs and unhook them from his ankles. The sight was almost too much for Jack to bear, just seeing her kneeling before him in just her underwear had him stiffening more. “Back up here darlin’,” his voice rippled a shiver through her body and she began to rise from the carpeted floor, pressing kisses to both of his thighs as she went, impossibly close to his crotch, “such a tease.” He lifted her small frame and sat her atop the desk, expertly unhooking her bra as he licked into her mouth. He felt addicted to her. She shuffled further forward on the desk, her back lazily rested against the wall. Jack placed his hands either side of her chest and ducked his head to her left breast, his lips painfully sucking on her nipple, her whines becoming increasingly louder. Her nails scratched his scalp and right hand squeezed her right breast. Not once, thus far in their relationship, had he ever treated her in such a way, with this level of desire and want or this possessively. It was screwing with her head in the most incredible way. Her body felt on fire and she’d never felt so alive. “C’mon Jack, need you.” Her voice was broken and she sounded so needy, desperate for more than he was already giving her. His lips pulled off with a final suck and he smirked at her, his right hand cupped her through her underwear, feeling just how hot and needy she was. His palm became slick, and he teased his thumb down the line of her folds, pushing the material in a little to show the outline and watched her thighs clench. “Soon, just let me have my fun for a few minutes.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach and rested his forehead against her skin, his thumb still teasing and making her squirm. Her hips raised and rotated, desperate for him to put more pressure onto her, his touch too light to seek any relief. One look at his face told her that was his intention, he was purposefully working her up. Sick of being teased, she gently pushed him off her and shuffled further forward towards the edge of desk, pulling her boyfriend in by his hips and slotting their groins together. The groan of relief that elicited from him was almost enough to send her over the edge. “Please just take me to bed.” He pulled on her thighs to wrap around him and walked her to the bed, softly letting her fall back onto the mattress. She looked an absolute vision with her hair dishevelled, her body bare except for a very small pair of knickers and her eyes fluttering in anticipation. He was so in love with this woman. Jack was growing tired of teasing, too aroused to draw this out for much longer, he just needs to be on his knees for her, to claim her. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his underwear and he removed then, Y/N smirking up at him, appreciating the sight of her boyfriend completely naked. All broad and tall and well built, a true beauty. Jack’s hands then pulled on her underwear and she groaned at the cooler air hitting her newly exposed, damp skin. Jack knelt on the bed over her, pressing their groins together again, the pair gasping into each other’s mouths. Their hips pushed and rutted, hot breaths pouring out and chests heaving. Her hands cupped his bare backside and squeezed, his flesh filling her hands and helping her guide him. “Gonna take you apart, princess.” He began pressing kisses down her body and she curled her toes in anticipation, crying out at the sensation of his lips pressing to the most sensitive part of her body, his tongue licking up her heat, collecting her arousal. Her foot came to rest on his back, pushing him down and keeping him in place. One of his hands grasped her hips, her back arching and pushing herself close to him and she cried out as his groans vibrated through her body. “Fuuuuu-uh,” the rest of her sentence was lost in the room, all breathy and gasping. Jack hooked an arm around her leg that bracketed him and pushed it to the side, widening both of her legs to allow him more room to devour her. She reached a hand down to tug on his hair and rotated her groin to chase his tongue. The smirk playing on his lips was too evident to her. His mouth widened over her, sucking and licking, his tongue trailing her right to the edge before repeating it. Y/N’s response spurring him on as she writhed and his mouth closed over her clit and hummed. “Jack pl-ease, close.” His tongue dipped into her and she cried out, his arms strongly holding her thighs apart as they tried to close around his head. The scratch of his beard on her thighs had her tensing, the prickle bordering on painful but had her skin on fire, heightening the sensations and pleasure. She hated, yet loved, how he could play her body so beautifully and how he always payed special attention to her orgasms, so intent on pleasuring her and caring so little about himself in such moments. Jack’s fingers had always mesmerised her and during sex there was no disappointment, all long and slim and curling in ways that had her convulsing within seconds. As soon as he entered her with them, she cried out. “Please, please, please,” she chanted in a broken chorus. “Come,” he commanded. Her rise and fall came a moment later, her whines high and the odd tear leaking from her eyes. If she wasn’t so spent, she’d have come again at the sight of his slick face as he rose from between her legs, that ridiculous smirk still present, his tongue repeatedly swiping over his lips to collect every last drop of her. “They’d never be able to do that like I can,” his lips sought hers as he lay over her body, the taste of her invaded her mouth. Y/N’s leg curled around his hip and held the man to her, impressed with how long he’d lasted with no contact, feeling how erect he was against her core. She grabbed the protection from where he’d flung it onto the pillow and ripped the packet with her teeth, rolling it onto her partner, trying to avoid relieving him before he’d even had chance to finish having his way with her. “As much as I appreciate how you’re reacting, you don’t need to be jealous, I’m yours and you’re mine. Nothing’s changing that.” “I love you.” “And I love you.” Their groans and gasps intermingled as he filled her, slow and steady at first, allowing her to adjust. “C’mon,” she whimpered, “you can go faster.” His hips snapped forward and his need to alleviate the pressure in is groin became too intense. The woman was transfixed by the strain of the veins in his neck and the clench of his biceps bracketing her either side of her neck. His eyes were screwed shut and she hated it, selfishly wanting to see his eyes on her as they came together. “Look at me, love,” his eyelids flickered open, his lips caught between his teeth and he pushed and pushed, gasping and groaning above her. The constant contraction of her engulfing his cock was almost too much to bear for him. Dropping his forehead to hers, he weakly kept his eyes on her, nipping each other’s lips. Their eyes kept dropping to their connecting hips, watching the way they moved in sync so perfectly, yet messily. “Look so good.” “Feel so good,” he grinned, transfixed. “So close.” she guided him once more, her hands grasping his behind and he cried out as he released, her following shortly behind. Their bodies shook, cries escaping their throats, toes curling, teeth colliding as they rode out their high. Y/N & Jack lay side by side, hands clasped and chests heaving. They both wore lazy smiles, so worn out and in love. “I didn’t think you had that in you,” Y/N softly laughed and curled into his chest, his arm wrapped around her and he kissed her hair. “Get me wound up enough and I can be worse,” she hummed in approval and filed that piece of information away for another day. “Guess I’ll just have to find a way to do that then.” He squeezed her tighter and laughed. “You terror, at least wait til mornin’, you’ve worn me out.” Jack kissed her again and curled his body around her, enjoying the comedown before he knew he’d have to move. Just five more minutes to bask in the pleasure and comfort of his girl.

[ihopennooneiknowseesthis]

we won’t - jack lowden

requested(?): yes!

“hi can you do another song imagine, with like a sort of sad song? It can be any of the boys but I prefer jack lowden!”

“I'm waiting for your next story about Jack!! You're extremely talented! Thanks a lot xo” - @realzachabels

A/N: this was based off the song “We Won’t” by James Young and Phoebe Ryan and the italic text above the paragraphs are the song lyrics, its a really lovely song and I had listened to it for the first time in over a year yesterday so here you go!

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“We Won’t” by James Young and Phoebe Ryan

Are we just gonna stay like this forever, floating. I’m serious, my heart is furious. Cause I’m so confused when we’re together.

He didn’t know whether or not to talk to you, both of you had never came to a clear understanding. Currently the two of you didn’t know what was going on between you, were you over or working it out? Jack sat in his hotel room, just wishing he could go and talk to you and be straightforward. But every time he would look at your face, he would cower away and avoid the subject. It made him angry that he couldn’t open up to you, someone he loved, or used to be. He was in a constant state of confusion as he didn’t know what he should be feeling. Should he feel sad, or guilty, or hurt, or angry? But all he could feel was emptiness, as he just wanted to go out with his friends and let loose for a couple of hours, to be the old Jack. But he couldn’t even go out without wondering if he should let you know and feeling paranoid about the girls around him. When he would come over to be with you, he wasn’t sure how to act. Kissing you was too much physical contact, yet if you didn’t cuddle or hug constantly then it wasn’t enough. He just wasn’t sure of anything.

Feels like I’m choking, these emotions, I know I’m going to let you down so don’t hold your breath now.

You couldn’t help but feel trapped, any choice you made would change everything. All you wanted was to let him go, you couldn’t hold him back. Jack didn’t deserve that, not with his career taking off at rocket speed. But even though you tried to let go, he was still bound to you, and you were still restricting him. You couldn’t help but fill yourself with guilt, blaming yourself for his unhappiness. When he would come over, you always thought he was there to set everything straight but instead he would just smile at you and take your hand. Jack was becoming bigger and bigger after Dunkirk, he was landing many more roles and he had all these amazing opportunities for himself, causing him to attract a lot of attention from the public. You didn’t like the famous lifestyle, you loved having a private life. You weren’t comfortable with interacting with fans and being open on social media. You just couldn’t let yourself be the reason he would turn down things, and you didn’t want him to have to drag you along with him everywhere. You wanted him to be happy, even if it was without you.

I wish I could say what I’m feeling, I’m scared to let these words out.

Neither of you could come clean, you had too much history and love to let go. To end it. You had been together before Jack was a famous actor, when you were a young college girl. You had been through so much together, grown together, learned together, fought together and you were practically family. You always thought this would be the man you marry. But you both knew that was what you had to do, you were just making each day more painful for each other, by trying to hold onto a flame that had burned out.

Don’t go to war for me, I’m not the one that you want me to be. Don’t call me up at 2 am tonight. It feels so damn good and I wish you would.

There were nights where you both just needed each other, for you were just craving each other’s touch. He would call you in the middle of the night and would be over at your house not much later. Nights like this would always end up with things heating up, your naked bodies tangled up with each other at the end of the night. It would get way too intimate, way too fast. This was dangerous, as the more this happened, the more attached you would get again. And every time Jack left your sleeping body the next day instead of cooking you breakfast like he once used to, you both felt your hearts rip apart even more because you knew you couldn’t be there for each other.

And don’t cry no more for me, don’t waste your time convincing me. That maybe someday we’ll get it right. Cause we never could I wish that we would.

He couldn’t bare the thought of you crying over him, the last thing he ever wanted was to be the reason tears fell from your eyes. You thought he had left and so you had let your sadness overcome you, and Jack’s heart broke into pieces as he stood outside your bedroom door, listening to his lass’s sobs. Even though you tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault, he refused to believe it. He knew that nothing would be okay with you two, he couldn’t look you in the eye, knowing he once made you cry tears. Just knowing he caused you so much pain, made him feel horrible, and you guys couldn’t work this out because the damage done was beyond repair. But there was a little part of him that hoped you two would end up together.

But we won’t so just don’t.

I can’t trust you. Baby, cause I don’t want to. This isn’t fun anymore

It started out as fun, you two were the strangest couple but everyone loved you guys together, you completed each other. He brought out your crazy side and you kept him grounded. It was a perfect relationship, and it lasted for a while. This would’ve been your fourth year together but your once perfect relationship was coming to an end. You never used to question him or feel suspicious of the girls he was pictures with, you knew he had a lot of followers and people recognized him everywhere. You knew he’d never do anything, but now you didn’t even want to trust him. Maybe if you questioned him, he would get angry and leave. That would be better than letting him go while you were both stuck in love.

Never hurt like this before, broken dishes on the floor. Hearts exploding

He had decided to finally go over to your flat, to set everything straight. Once he entered your kitchen he saw you standing near the counter. He called out your name and said you needed to talk. You both knew what was coming. But once he tried to come up with an alibi instead of cutting straight to the truth, you got angry. All of the sudden everything spun out of control, you were both hurt and confused as to why you were in this position, as it was the last place you wanted to be. There were so many questions,  running through your minds, why you didn’t end it and why you tried to end it. Harsh words were said and the both of you were getting louder and louder until you were screaming at each other. Jack knew what would push you, and so he chose to use those certain words against you and when they left his mouth, your jaw hung open as you stared at him in disbelief. The mug you were holding fell out of your hand and broke into pieces on the floor. Jack realized what he had said to you, a hurtful phrase that if anyone said to you would completely break you, “you’re nothing to me now” but in fact you were the opposite of nothing to him, and you both knew that but it didn’t hurt any less. He started apologizing profusely as he didn’t mean what he said but you just shook your head as sobs escaped you.

Tell me why I’m still holding, onto the love that we’ve been breaking. Damn, I thought we’d make it

You couldn’t believe that he said something like that to you. He knew how sensitive you were and he still went ahead and said something that he knew would hurt you The last time you had heard that phrase, you never saw someone very important to you again, causing you to build high walls around yourself throughout your whole life. You stood there, trying to stop the tears and Jack held you in his arms and rested his chin on your head, repeatedly whispering apologies. You hated what he had just done by you couldn’t stop loving this boy, he was your world and you couldn’t let go of him. Everyone around you knew you had to go separate ways but you two were just ignoring the facts and holding onto each other, even if you didn’t want to. You really thought he was the one, and you thought that you guys would have a happy ending.

But we won’t so just don’t.

[albionscastle]

It’s A Kilt Thing

It was a really slow day at work and certain conversations got going about Jack and his kilt...in particular a certain picture of him playing ping pong while wearing one.

This porn without plot sprang from that. Consider this a kilt appreciation post.

@takemedancingmaine and @flowerthroughdisarray I blame this on you! Thanks for talking me through these very stressful days.

MASTERLIST

He was trying to kill you.

That was the only conclusion that you could come to for what you were witnessing right now. He was flat out, with a smile, trying to fucking kill you.

And he was succeeding.

You sucked in a breath as he walked past you, a smug smirk on his face, a bottle of beer at his lips. You narrowed your eyes to a glare as he winked.

Fucking asshole.

“You alright there Y/N?” Your attention was captured by your friend beside you. “Fine.” You muttered, taking a large swig from your glass of wine. “Just fucking fine.”

“You’re looking at him like you want to eat him.” she laughed. “What’s the deal?’

“I’m looking at him like I’m pissed off at him.”

“Why? Did he do something? Do I have to kill him?”

“Because he’s an ass. He wore a fucking kilt to a barbeque and no, I’m going to kill him myself.”

“Why on earth would you be upset that he wore a kilt?” she wondered aloud, tilting her head as Jack ran across the lawn. “He looks amazing in it.”

“That’s just the fucking problem.” you downed the last of your wine, sending a baleful glance in his direction.

She was apparently oblivious as she sighed, watching Jack bend over to grab a bag of charcoal, kilt riding up the back of his bare legs.

“You think he wears underwear under that thing?”

You knew full well Jack wasn’t wearing a damn thing under it, he was nothing if not traditional and your raised brow had her moaning in appreciation.

“Y/N you might just well be the luckiest woman on earth.”

“Yeah, right, that’s me….lucky, lucky, lucky.”

You watched him from behind the rim of a new glass, feeling a slight buzz coming on. You were lucky, you reminded yourself. In the grand scheme of things you were incredibly lucky, you loved your job, you lived in a city that you loved and you had arguably the world’s most perfect man.

You just weren’t…..lucky.

He’d been away in New Zealand filming for 8 weeks and had only flown in the night before, dead on his feet and passing out before even reaching his bed. There hadn’t been time for a proper hello this morning before you’d had to be here, the engagement party for two of your best friends, the couple who’d introduced you.

While he’s been away it had been easier to deal with the need. Long torrid phone calls, Skype, there had been many occasions to relieve some of the tension that came from missing one another. But after missing his physical touch for so long, having him within arm’s reach was killing you.

And he knew it.

Just like he knew, from one phone call in particular that you had a definite and strong thing for him in a kilt. He’d never worn one as long as you’d known him, but you had seen pictures and they served to drive you crazy.

So the fact that he was walking around your friend’s backyard wearing one, after not having put his hands on you in two months had you all hot and bothered. In more ways than one.

The smug bastard was playing a game. He liked to tease, he loved to taunt and he lived to rile you up because he knew that you couldn’t stay mad at him for more than a few minutes. He was certainly testing those limits today.

Everytime he bent down, ran or even moved he would look over to you, that smirk on his face, laughing to himself when you would look away which red cheeks. When the guys all got together and pulled out a table for ping pong you knew you were going to be a goner.

“Y/N, you know two can play at that game right?” you looked over to your friend, confused.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Tease the bastard right back. He can sure dish it out, I mean he’s got every woman here practically panting for him, but can he take it?”

A smile spread across your face, sly and devious just as Jack happened to look in your direction again, paddle in hand.

Oh you could definitely play this game.

With a saucy grin you blew him a kiss, enjoying the suspicious look on his face. He was wondering exactly what you were up to.

Turning your back on him to talk to your group of friends you giggled, knowing he was wanting you to watch him.

Wanting you to want him.

For ten minutes you kept your back turned, listening to the sound of the ball hitting the paddles, the groans and cheers of those playing. Jack’s frustrated grunts as he lost the round. You turned as he started another round, allowing yourself to appreciate the fine view before you, the fabric of his shirt stretched tight over straining muscles, the kilt swaying wildly with every jump he made, strong thighs peeking through and disappearing again.

You made a valiant effort to look unaffected despite the pooling heat in your lower belly. Even when he winked at you again sending a shiver down your spine you looked bored. He started losing more as he tried to show off, earning no reaction from you. His cheeks were red, his eyes determined as he leapt for a shot, falling on his face in the grass, kilt riding up to bare one pale butt cheek and earning him the laughing derision of his mates.

The arrow shot of want that stabbed you was well hidden by your wine glass when he looked up to see you shrug in sympathy.

“What’s the matter hot stuff? Lost your skill? Bet your girl can even beat the snot out of you!”

Jack’s mates were laughing uproariously as they helped him up, another game starting as he stood there looking thunderous. You were at the bar, pouring some water when he came striding over. You stood still, letting him shift in behind you, one hand on your hip as he reached over your shoulder for a beer.

“Sorry you lost your game babe.” you simpered, with mock sympathy.

“What makes ye think the game’s over, lassie?” his voice was rough in your ear, chest flush against your back. “I havena lost anythin yet, we’ve go all day tae play.”

Fuck.

You shivered, you couldn’t help yourself and you hated the smug chuckle he emitted as he felt it.

“Cold baby?” Out of view behind the bar his fingers skated up your thigh, under your skirt. “I could warm ye up, right here. No one would ever know.” A low moan escaped you as his fingers brushed between your legs, his teeth sinking gently into your shoulder. “Maybe not.” he chuckled, moving his hand away. “You couldna keep quiet enough.”

He stepped back and to the side so he was facing you. His smile was firmly in place, eyes dark with want as he sipped his beer. To anyone looking, you were having a nice, normal conversation.

“ I missed ye last night.”

“You passed out, I couldn’t lug your heavy ass up those stairs.”

“Tha’s no what I meant.”

“I know what you meant, Jack. You didn’t have to miss me this morning.”

“Darlin, after 8 weeks of havin only me hand tae sleep with the last thing I wanted was a quick fuck on the couch.”

“Better than nothing.” you muttered under your breath causing him to laugh.

“While I’m flattered that ye cannae seem tae keep yer hands off me, a quickie isna good enough.”

“And this is?” you cringed at the sound of desperation in your voice.

“Aye, much better.” he leaned over to rest his head against yours, one hand cupping the back of your neck. Your hands came to rest on his hips, the wool of his tartan rough under your fingers. “It’s turnin me on so fuckin much, seein ye want me.”

“How can you even tell?”

“I know ye, I know how yer cheeks get all flushed, and ye start bitin yer lip. Besides, ye can try tae hide it, good job by the way, but I can practically taste how much ye want me right now, darlin. No sense in even tryin tae deny it.”

You felt your knees buckle as he pulled you into what looked like an innocent hug.

“I won’t make ye wait too long, I promise.”

“You bastard. Maybe I’ll say no, maybe I’ll do it just to spite you.”

“Oh baby, ye can try, we both know ye’re foolin yerself. I’ll have ye on yer knees before this party is even over. And then….” he pressed his mouth against your neck. “ I’ll fuck ye so hard ye’ll be seein stars fer a week.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Not quite, luv, but at least ye got the first letter right.” He chuckled as you shivered in his arms. “Now let’s go eat.”

He pulled you along behind him, looking as though absolutely nothing had just happened, like he hadn’t just had his hand under your skirt or been whispering dirty promises in your ear. You, on the other hand, you could feel the redness in your cheeks, the weakness in your legs and your heart hammering away. Everyone was going to know. Shit, most of them already knew, who were you fooling. The reaction you had to Jack had never been something you could hide and more often than not your friends were throwing things at you both and telling you to get a room.

What could you do?

Except play the game better than him.

You made the effort to pull yourself together before sitting down at the big outdoor table, smiling serenely as conversation flowed. Jack took some pity on you, piling your plate with all the food he knew you liked, checking to make sure you were eating. At one point you looked up and met your friend’s eyes, she smiled knowingly inclining her head as if to encourage you. An evil smile split your face as you turned to the person next to you, one hand on your leg under the tablecloth.

A few moments later, as you laughed at a joke you slid your palm over to rest on Jack’s bare knee, squeezing as if looking for support. He paused his conversation, leaning over to kiss your cheek to the awwweees of your friends before he turned away again. He was completely oblivious to your intentions.

You felt his leg twitch as your palm slid to the inside of his knee, trailing a slow path up his thigh under the kilt. Letting it rest for a while you kept yourself turned away, talking, laughing all the while your fingernails ran delicately back and forth on the skin of his inner thigh.  He shook his leg, attempting to move your hand but you pinched him instead, causing him to yelp.

“You right there, Jacky boy?”

“Yeah mate, jus fine, summan bit me.” he muttered, turning to you. “Quit it woman.”

“Quit what, Jack?” you cooed, an innocent smile on your face.

He grunted, his hand grabbing yours under the table and holding it tightly away from his leg.

“I thought you liked this game, baby.” you giggled, turning in your seat as speeches began, leaning against Jack, your head on his shoulder.

He growled.

You still had one hand free and with the way everyone was positioned there was nothing Jack could do to stop you without embarrassing himself. Your head still innocently on his shoulder your hand slid under his kilt again, fingers barely brushing against his thigh. As the speeches went on you kept your fingers on his skin, creeping up slowly, closer and closer to your goal.

“Y/N.” he hissed out a warning.

You giggled, knuckles rasping against the length of him. He swallowed hard, fingers squeezing yours hard as he squirmed minutely in his seat. His habit of manspreading whenever he sat down was making your task so much easier and his position so much more difficult. His head was down, teeth clenched against his fist as he tried to stay in control. You barely touched him, your fingers feather-light, the objective was to torment him, not give him any semblance of satisfaction.

Still, he was rigid under your fingertips, his legs twitching with every touch, his breath hitching as he pretended to pay attention to anything other than what you were doing. As the speeches ended you slid your hand away, knowing you had left him in a state. Standing up you kissed his cheek, leaving him sitting there, unable to move from the table until he had calmed himself down. But would bet any amount of money he was wishing he had worn jeans right at this moment.

From across the yard you caught his eye, blowing him a kiss as he glared hard at you, his eyes letting you know you were going to pay.

You looked forward to it.

You almost felt sorry for him as he sat alone, slumped in his seat while everyone partied around him. Almost. You also remembered the way he’d been teasing you all day without any thought for the consequences. This was simply a taste of his own medicine.

Almost half an hour passed before you saw him stand out the corner of your eye and you took a deep breath, knowing your comeuppance was upon you. He strode toward you as though he didn’t have a care in the world, his arm sliding around your waist possessively. To everyone else it looked like a sweet moment, an innocent little cuddle but you felt fingers dig into your hip, heard the whisper meant only for you.

“Ye’re gonna pay fer tha.”

You smirked at him, seeing the slightly desperate look in his eyes, loving the power play going on between you. The knowledge that you were more than a match for him was evident in both your gazes. There was really only one thing left to do.

“Excuse us fer a moment.”

He led you across the yard, pausing to talk, making sure your progress went relatively unobserved. When you reached the side of the house all pretense was gone, he pulled you along behind him through the gardens, his face hard and determined. There was a small garden shed, out of sight of everything and your breath caught as he tugged you toward it. Yanking open the door he pushed you inside, looking around before locking it behind you.

In the cool murkiness you stood, sizing one another up, neither one of you wanting to be the one who gave in first. Your eyes raked over him, from his flushed cheeks slowly, all the way down to his bare feet and back. His eyes challenged you and you licked your lips.

It was over.

“Fuck it.” Jack muttered a split second before he was on you.

His tongue was halfway down your throat before you could even take a breath, his lips mashed against yours as he hauled you against him, hands grabbing at your rear as your body pushed him against the wall. Eight weeks of craving him had built up to this moment, you wanted him so badly you thought you would die from it. You didn’t want slow, or sweet or thorough, you just wanted to take and be taken, to feel him inside you, chasing away the emptiness.

His fingers tangled in your hair, not caring if he messed it up, his teeth bit at your mouth with no finesse, no skill just raw need. You thought he was going to swallow you whole. His thigh moved back and forth between your legs, pressing hard against your core as his hands on your ass held your hips still. Moaning against his mouth one hand pulled his hair, pushing his head away from you against the wall. Your other hand slid down, your eyes watching his face as your fingers closed around his erection through the kilt. His whole body jerked, his eyes rolling in his head, mouth open as he tried to breathe.

You smiled, shoving the fabric aside, your palm enclosing him, sliding along his length slowly enough to cause him agony.

“Get on yer knees.” he growled, his hips grinding against your hand. “NOW.”

You slid down to the floor while he frantically tucked fabric into his waistband and out of the way. He looked down at you and your heart skipped at the desperate lust in his gaze. One hand slid around to the back of your head, gripping your hair firmly, his thumb grazing across your swollen lips, coaxing your mouth open. Your tongue met the pad of his thumb, sucking it into your mouth and feeling emboldened by the satisfied smile he gave you.

“I told ye I’d have ya on yer knees before the party was over.”

That he had, and you honestly didn’t mind in the slightest. He pulled his fingers away from your mouth, leaning back against the wall, your signal. Keeping your eyes on his you ran the flat of your tongue along the length of him, relishing the hiss as breath left his body and he bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud. There was moment, you flicked your tongue just under the head, a spot you knew drove him crazy, and you felt his legs shake, his free hand slamming against the wood as he tried to keep quiet.

He was completely yours as your lips closed around him, sliding along, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him in as deep as you could handle.

“Fuck, jus like tha baby.” he grunted, his hand in your hair holding you against him as his hips slowly rolled.

Still looking up at him you felt the throbbing between your thighs, the sight of him like this such a turn on for you. You worked at him, loving the ache forming in your jaw, the erratic jerking of his body the groans that escaped through his clenched teeth.

“God, thas so fuckin good, ye’re gonna make me cum.”

You were ready, he was the only man you’d ever willingly done that for, the only one who made you enjoy it, every aspect of his pleasure causing you more. Your thighs clenched together as you tried to relieve the pressure, your free hand sneaking under your skirt.

“No. Stand up.”

Surprised you released him, standing as he commanded. His hand was still in your hair as he yanked you hard against him, teeth biting at your neck. You shivered, your whole body screaming with need, his fingers pulling at your tank top to expose your breasts.

“Tell me what ye want.”

“You, I want you.” you managed to pant as his head came down to your chest, tongue rasping across your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, hard.

You bit down hard on your lip to keep from crying out, hot pleasure shooting through you making your knees weak.

“Thas not wha I meant.” he growled against your chest, looking up at you. “What. Do, Ye. Want?”

“Oh God.” you yelped as his fingers slid into your underwear, dancing across your clit as you writhed against him.

“No even close, luv and unless it’s my name ye’re moaning I’ll no be touchin ye.”

To back up his threat he started to pull his hand back.

“Jack!” you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “I’m sorry, Jack.”

“Thas better.” he smiled. “Now, I asked ye a question and I expect an answer.”

You nodded, trying to calm your breathing enough to speak as he slid a finger easily inside you.

“Ye’re so fuckin ready fer me, aren’t ye?”

“I want….I want…” you tried to speak, your brain a scrambled mess as his mouth worked at your breasts, his finger curling inside, your whole body shuddering as you tried to hold yourself upright.

“Tell me baby, I wan tae hear ye say it.” he growled against your ear now, two fingers working their way into you.

“I want you inside me.” you managed to gasp out.

He chuckled against your ear, easing away his fingers and lifting you up, hands on your rear as he turned you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. He shoved aside your knickers roughly, positioning himself at your entrance. Your head dropped to his shoulder as he thrust hard, pushing deep inside, his shirt muffled your scream as he filled you, finally. He didn’t move, just grunted against your ear as your muscles clenched and unclenched around him.

“Nothin will ever feel as good as it feels when I’m inside ye.” he tilted your hips away from the wall, sliding in deeper. “God I missed this.”

All you could do was whimper as he held you up, his mouth working at your neck as you tried to move against him.

“Uh uh, ye haf tae tell me what ye want.”

“I did.” you keened, as his fingers dug hard into your hips, holding you still.

“Ye said ye wanted me inside ye, so I’m inside ye.” he laughed against your ear.

“You bastard.”

“Yeah, but ye love me.”

“Jack, please.” you begged. “Please, fuck me, please.”

“As ye wish me lady.”

You moaned as he pulled out of you, your hands clasping at his hips attempting to bring him back. When he did, hard and smooth you head went flying back, banging against the wall.

“Tha sounded painful.” he stopped his movements again, checking to make sure you were ok.

“Nothing compared to the pain you’re going to be in if you don’t fucking move, Lowden.” you muttered through gritted teeth.

“Be a good gurul.” he grunted, rolling his hips, his hand sliding to try get between your thighs. “Fuck, I cannae get at ye this way.”

In a heartbeat he hand you pulled away from the wall, turning you around and walking you over to the work table in the center of the shed. He sat you on the edge, palms pushing your legs wide apart, his thumbs brushing against your clit. You cried out, propping yourself up on your hands and looking down, watching him slide slowly in and out of you.

“Shhhhhhhhh. He whispered suddenly, ceasing all movement, his hands moving to the table. There were voices outside the shed, people milling about the garden, idly chatting and completely oblivious.

You hoped.

Looking up at Jack you saw his face split into a devilish grin.

You gulped.

He pushed you back, easing your back against the table. Still buried inside you he moved your arms above your head, clasping your fingers around the table edge. Hold on, he mouthed, winking when you nodded, a small moan escaping you as his hips shifted. Jack leaned over you, propping himself up on one elbow, the palm of his hand clamping down over your mouth.

“Ye have tae be quiet Y/N.” he whispered against your ear, his hips finding a solid, rhythm, pounding into you so hard you thought the whole shed would shake.

Noises escaped your throat, muffled into almost nothing by his hand. Using your hands as leverage you pushed your body to meet every thrust of his, pulling him deeper.

“Shhhhhh baby, do ye wan all our friends to know what we’re doin in here, hmm? Do ye wan them tae hear me fuckin ye senseless?”

You shook your head, but you still couldn’t help but moan as he pounded into you.

“Ye jus can’t help it can ye? Tell me. Tell me how good I feel.”

He moved his hand off your mouth, splaying it across your neck, holding your head still as he caught your eyes.

“God Jack! You feel incredible!” You breathed, loving the way his eyes flared and his lips curled.

“No one else could ever make ye feel this good, lass, no one.”

“No one.” you agreed, meaning it as your body started shaking.

His hand came over your mouth again, free hand sliding down the front of you, between your legs. You almost flew off the table as his fingers found you, fingernails scraping and flying, sparks shooting through you, gasping and writhing against him.

“Ye feel incredible.” he whispered roughly. “Ye feel so fuckin good, so hot and wet and tight….and all because o me. I can never get enough o this, never.”

His fingers flew, hips thrusting wildly as you felt yourself getting closer, the pressure between your thighs building. He recognized the signs and grinned down at you.

“I’m no goin tae last, I’m goin tae cum inside ye darlin. God! Fer the rest o the night I’m goin tae look at ye, talking tae everyone, all the while knowing tha I’m on yer thighs, still inside ye. Knowin ye’re mine. Only fuckin mine. That I was the one just buried inside ye, that I’m the only one tae have ye on yer knees. MINE!”

You screamed against his hand, his words sending you over the edge, exploding with spasms of pleasure all radiating from where he moved inside you. Your whole body shuddered as you rode the wave, heels drumming against his rear, your hands white knuckled against the wood. Jack’s movements became erratic, harder, faster as he slid and pounded, grunting against your shoulder, teeth breaking the skin as he fought to stay silent, his orgasm ripping through him. You felt him twitch inside you, swell and jump, wet heat flooding you as he released, his body shaking, hips slowing as he was forced to come back down to Earth.

You lay on the table, panting, hands coming to his hair, holding him against your chest. His hands found your face and he gazed up at you, his eyes soft and dreamy in the haze.

“Welcome home baby.” you murmured.

[lavidademarimar]

~ Masterlist ~

Elena turned so quickly to her right that she got dizzy and grabbed the kitchen counter for support. Jack stood leaning against her door frame, looking like a fucking snack with his hair dishevelled and a brown leather jacket. 

He smiled cockily, his tongue a bit visible. Elena’s mind went blank, remembering what that tongue did to her. Her body was betraying her mind. Seeing him like that made her want to kick herself in the face because why the fuck would anyone rethink dating this man was absolutely beyond her.

“Wha—?” Elena asked. 

“I bought the ticket before we even left Espinho,” said Jack. 

Without saying anything, she started blowing out the candles, one by one. Jack stayed where he was, studying her. He was right to doubt. She looked different. The colourful pink boots, the tights, the patterned trousers, the tight black shirt with the black blazer and a gold necklace. She wore makeup. He thought she was beautiful then, a mix of nerves and surprise, darkening the room to give herself more time to pull herself together to face him. He said nothing. He only observed her movements. 

The last candle was next to Jack. Elena walked over to it and she was stood in front of him. He, too, looked different. His cologne was strong, involving her. She didn’t want to look into his eyes because she knew she’d lose all the willpower she’d mastered up to this point. 

Reading her mind, Jack put one hand on Elena’s chin and tilted it up so their eyes would meet. He put out the candle with two of his fingers of his free hand.

“Is it weird that I found that hot?” Elena whispered, the room now fully dark. 

She didn’t smell like sunscreen, sun, and sand anymore, but having her so close made Jack’s jeans become a little bit tighter.

Jack smiled and took her bag out of her shoulder and put it on the floor. Elena petrified at Jack’s touch. Her pulse quickened. He reduced the space between them until their chests were touching. He cupped her face and smiled again. 

“Hi, Birdie,” said Jack, licking his lips. 

“Jack… if you don’t kiss me right now, I swear I will kick you out of my flat,” Elena huffed. 

Jack chuckled while he tilted his face and moved closer to her. Her entire body was ablaze. She was no longer tired. She was ready to do whatever he wanted of her. 

“Do ye know how much ye’ve tortured me since we left? Maybe…” his voice trailed off. “Maybe… I should do the same to ye,” said Jack, slowly, while his lips ghosted her neck and collarbone. His husky voice overwhelmed Elena.  

Elena took deep breaths. “I’m…” she panted, “I’m sorry.”

“Yer what?” asked Jack while his hands traced along Elena’s covered figure. 

“Ah!” he exclaimed, “I know how ready ye are and I haven’t even kissed ye yet. Your body remembers me well.”

“I’m going…” Elena couldn’t think coherently, “I’m going to kick you out of my flat.”

Jack’s hands lowered, grabbed her ass and lifted her off the floor. Elena’s legs had more memory than she’d care to admit, and quickly wrapped themselves around Jack’s waist. He then made his way into her room. 

He lowered Elena on the bed and she was a nervous wreck. Jack hovered, refusing to kiss her. He was slowly faltering and she caught on to Jack’s willpower fading away. She touched his beard and pulled it a bit. He winced. 

“Hey!”

Elena giggled. 

“I missed that sound,” said Jack.

“Well, I’m going to kick you out of my flat, so don’t get used to it,” Elena was trying to be smug but failing miserably.

Jack laughed and then furrowed his brows together, his face serious, staring at her. “Stop putting walls between us, Elena. I’m here.”

He was there. 

In her flat. 

On her bed. 

Elena took a deep breath and kissed him.

It ignited both of them. Elena’s mind raced, feeling things she wasn’t sure she should be feeling; her heart screaming this is how things were right in the world. Her hands slid onto his shoulders, taking his leather jacket off. He straightened up and shook it off. 

“Isn’t that going to wrinkle it?” Elena asked.

“I really don’t care about that right now, Birdie.”

Jack wrapped an arm around her, flipped her over, and pulled her upwards, crashing again into the mattress.

“Oi, these pillows are so bloody comfortable! Where did ye get them?” Jack moved his head playfully from side to side, smiling.

Elena fell to her side and laughed. “You can’t be serious!”

Jack moved over and kissed her neck and collarbone. “I am very serious. Do ye think I should buy one to take back?”

“You’re not even going to use them this weekend. I recall you don’t have a thing for pillows,” Elena smirked.

Jack’s eyes darkened, his hands slid under her shirt and settled on her bra, giving her breasts a light squeeze. “I do have a thing for pillows, ye have the best ones,” he kissed her neck, slowly, lingering. “Let’s take this off now,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her shirt up.

Elena sat up and took it off. She was grateful she’d wore the black bra instead of the horrid beige she had on the day before. She put her hands behind her neck to unhook the necklace but Jack stopped her.

“Leave that on,” Jack said firmly.

“Ah, a jewellery kink, Lowden. You are filled of surprises,” Elena giggled. 

Jack grabbed her and pulled her closer, his hands pressing themselves onto her skin, their mouths almost touching. “I want to see if ye’ll still have that cocky attitude once yer filled up with me.”

“Try me and find out,” Elena bit his lower lip and tugged it towards her. 

Jack unclasped her bra quickly and slid the contraption off, throwing it out of the bed. “On second thought, the necklace might be a bad idea.”

Elena smirked and took it off. “Now I’m taking everything off and you’re still perfectly dressed, as always. Fix it!”

He laughed, remembering the first time she’d said that to him, with her hand in his shorts, caressing his cock. Elena pulled his shirt off and she sighed once she saw him bare chested again. She missed this so much. Why didn’t she allow herself to bask in his body? Jack’s body deserved to be worshipped and right now she was its most devoted disciple. 

Jack settled in Elena’s breasts, biting, sucking and squeezing them. She squirmed and moaned softly.

“Yer being quiet on me,” he huffed.

“You can hear a lot, even though Carlos’ room is on the other side of the house.”

“He’s not coming in tonight.”

“What?” Elena pulled away to see Jack’s face.

“He said he’d spend the night at a friend’s house so we could— how did he say it? ‘Reconnect appropriately’,” Jack let out a deep laugh. 

“What?” Elena’s mouth was wide open.

Jack kissed her jaw. “Come on, let’s put that open mouth to good use, yeah? Ye’ve been mean to me and I know the exact way ye can make it up to me.”

Elena’s hand slid down to feel the bulge in Jack’s jeans. Jack hissed to Elena’s touch. The tension was too much. He needed to be set free appropriately. “First you have to make me come.”

“Yer being a bit demanding, aren’t ye?” Jack smirked at her. 

“Bet you’ll forget about it once I’ve swallowed all your come. Maybe, if you’re really good to me tonight, I’ll let you come all over my chest,” Elena said looking into his eyes without blinking, licking her lips.

Jack growled, possessed. Having her that close again, with that fucking attitude again, just made him want to break her in half and do ungodly things to her and her body. 

“When I’m done with ye, Birdie, ye won’t be able to sit down for a week without feeling me,” he said, between kisses.

“Challenge accepted.”

Jack’s hands unbuttoned her trousers, and she kicked them off with ease, they were a size larger than her actual one. 

“For fuck’s sake, I hate these many layers!” He exclaimed. 

Elena laughed and slid her tights down to her ankles, Jack pulling them off and throwing them elsewhere. He grabbed her knickers and did the same. She was finally naked, just like he remembered her, squirming while he hovered over her. 

“Get naked now,” Elena ordered. 

Jack took his jeans and boxers off, his cock finally released from his clothed prison. Elena stared at it and bit her lip. It had been too long, indeed. 

He grabbed one of her legs and kissed her ankle. He made his way down slowly, feeling the heat she was emanating. She was going to lose her bloody mind over this slow-burn. 

“I need to feel you. Now,” Elena ordered.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“I mean…” he said, kissing her inner thigh, “ye have to stop being so bloody impatient and wait. Don’t worry, Birdie… ye will be thoroughly fucked and satisfied this weekend.”

Hearing him say that just made things worse. 

“I want you inside me!” Elena whined.

Jack laughed as he kissed her stomach, then kissed her other thigh, taunting her. 

Elena’s hands took over Jack’s hair and pulled it. He sighed. He came back up and kissed her lips again, a sloppy one, filled with need and want. Her hands went to the back of his neck to lock him in, and he slid two fingers inside her unexpectedly. 

“Ah!” Elena exclaimed. Her walls clenched around him. 

Jack’s thumb circled her clit while he pumped in and out, taking Elena into a frenzy she had missed out on since they’d got back from Portugal. Elena’s legs wrapped around Jack’s hips while they kissed. 

Even though they’d only known each other for a little over a month, their bodies were so familiar with each other, synchronised to the point where words weren’t necessary at times. Right now, tossing and turning on Elena’s bed, they needed to find each other again, beyond the snarky attitude and the desperation. They were both looking for something in the other that would reassure them that being there, in that room, was the right choice. It didn’t seem like the healthiest scenario, but that was something to ponder over after the high they were both on. 

“Ja… Jack, don’t… Don’t st—“ Elena was barely able to get the words out before her body betrayed her. The guttural moan that came out of her mouth was something she’d never experienced before. She panted heavily while he bit her left nipple, not allowing her to come down from her high. 

“M… My turn,” Elena was barely able to speak as she tried to reach Jack’s cock.

Jack looked at her, his pupils blackening his eyes, and smiled the evilest smile he could make. “No. I’m not done with ye,” and his face disappeared between Elena’s legs. The feel of Jack’s tongue made her arch her back and move abruptly, but Jack set his large hand on her stomach and pushed her down to keep her still. 

“You… turn me on… so… so fucking—“ Elena moaned without being able to finish her sentence.

“I’m going to make ye come with my mouth because I am done with ye and yer attitude, and then I’m going to fuck ye until ye live up to that Jello nickname yer friends gave ye. Understood?”

Elena nodded without saying anything, her legs shaking. 

She reached a new high once Jack played with his tongue and fingers simultaneously. Her moans turned to screams of pleasure, and she was grateful Carlos wasn’t in the house so she could allow herself to feel openly.

Jack kissed his way back up to her lips, Elena tasting herself in the process. She flipped herself over and pushed Jack down. He looked at her that way again, and she still couldn’t describe it. She kissed his jaw, neck, and collarbone slowly and let herself be guided by his erratic breathing. 

Jack shook his head. “Need to be inside ye right now.”

"No blowie?" Elena asked.

"I will bloody explode if I'm not inside ye in the next five seconds.”

Elena jumped on him again and he laughed. 

“Starting on top, Birdie? Doesn’t seem like ye,” Jack was trying to be funny but he stopped laughing when Elena grabbed him and slid down onto him. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jack grabbed Elena’s hips so hard, she actually complained.

"I'm going to bruise, you wanker!" She slapped his arm.

Jack thrust inside her without any apology. "I'm the only one that will see them, and I don't care.”

The mood changed. He felt her drift away from him.

"You're such an idiot,” Elena scowled.

Jack sat up and pulled her close, his arms trapping her. “Elena."

She tried to free herself from his grip. ”You’re going to suffocate me.”

"Elena, look at me. Look at me," said Jack with a twinge of desperation and frustration. 

She did with a frown. "What?"

His blue eyes pierced her soul. She knew she'd break if she stared at them too long. He melted her. "Why the fuck are ye still putting up a fight with me? I am fucking inside ye right now and yer acting like ye don't want me here. Do ye want me here? Because I will get off this bed, wank myself off, and leave," Jack’s tone was stern but impregnated with confusion and sadness.  

Elena put her head on his shoulder, breathing unevenly, wrapping her arms around him. She needed him. She needed to be one with him again. It was the only thing she wanted. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't want to be like this. I want to stop doubting everything," she let out a small sob. 

Jack really likes them complicated. He felt himself soften and his balls ache. He flipped her over and moved her hair out of her face. 

"Let's stop.”

Elena grabbed his arm. "No! I don't want to stop. I'm so happy to see you. I truly am. God I want to fuck you for days. Why am I so fucking bipolar?"

"I would love to have the answer to that question," Jack laughed. 

Elena laughed too. She was surprised by how her crazy had spun out of control. "I'm so sorry."

Jack lied down next to her. "I knew what I was getting myself into when I asked ye to continue after the holiday.”

"Did you really?” Elena snuggled up to him.

"Well, no, but I knew ye weren't going to be easy,” said Jack, wrapping an arm around her.

"I'm surprised by your faith in me,” said Elena, refusing to look at him out of embarrassment. 

"Why?"

"You said you bought the ticket while we were still in Espinho.”

"I did.”

"How did you know I wasn't going to flip out and block you everywhere?"

"I didn't know that, but here I am with a half erection and pain in my balls, so it certainly hasn't been boring,” Jack was trying to be funny so she’d loosen up, but he had no idea how she’d react.

"I will fix that immediately," Elena bent over and licked Jack's balls. His cock immediately sprung back to life and Jack moaned. 
“Do— Ye don't have to do this right now. W... We can wa— Oh fuck off!" he said as Elena fit him in her mouth. Jack slapped her ass and inserted a finger inside her.

She moved gracefully back and forth, using her tongue in the best way she knew how to do it, paying special attention to his head; she knew it sent him over the edge. Jack was desperate, pulled her upwards and kissed her. He needed to feel her close. He needed to feel her changing her mind. He needed to be sure this is a good idea. Before his mind could declutter, his body betrayed him and he came on his stomach and parts of his chest, making an absolute mess of himself and Elena. 

"Shit! Shit! I—”

Elena laughed. ”Jack, I've had your come on me before. This doesn't faze me one bit."

Jack shook his head and kissed her again. If she didn't care about being splattered in sperm, he sure as hell didn't give a shit. 

"Do you think you can raise the flag again for an official round one?" Elena asked, flipping herself over and her hair flying everywhere in the process. 

"Give me a couple of minutes," Jack kissed her again. 

The intensity grew, their bodies finally in sync. Words disappeared and they were finally involved in themselves and what they did to each other. They had forgotten how to enjoy each other and needed to find their way back. Beads of sweat crowned their foreheads and in a different scenario,  with different people, they’d be absolutely disgusted with every bodily fluid smeared on them, but right now it didn't matter. Elena sought to create friction to wake Jack again, grinding herself and moving her hips onto Jack's penis while he moaned into her mouth. It was working. In a swift move, Jack took hold of himself and pushed himself into Elena. 

"Jack," Elena said, barely audible, her emotions completely in control.

He wasted no time picking up the pace, partly because he wanted to come again, but there was a part of Jack that wanted it to be over before she went crazy on him again. He didn’t really want to spend the weekend wanking himself off in his room in London. He didn’t want to be defeated. 

“Hey, hey, are you there? Come back to me,” Elena lifted herself off the bed and kissed Jack’s chest. 

Jack snapped out of it, grabbed her face and kissed her. These were slower. He took his time savouring her. She smiled and flipped him over. 

“Oh!” Jack chuckled.

Elena moved her hips back and forth, a bit rusty with how her body resisted to the amount of exercise she was getting. She thought briefly she needed to get back to yoga. She felt her knees buckle and she knew it wouldn't be long before she reached her peak. Her body was shaking too much. 

"Come for me, birdie. I want to feel ye again... I want to feel ye all the time," said Jack, as he pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it, knowing that would make her explode. 

Her legs spasmed, moans bounced off the walls, and she fell with a thud onto Jack's chest, sweat and come and everything in between splashing, her breathing uneven. Jack thrusted one final time and came right after, finally having the release he had wanted for weeks. Elena couldn't even move, let alone speak. Jack caressed her back and gave her small kisses on her neck. 

"Ye all right, Ellie?"

Elena nestled her face in his neck. "You never call me Ellie," she said, whispering.

"Only when I'm worried about yer health," he said chuckling. 

"My health is fine right now," she giggled, "I am worried about sleeping in these sheets though. They’re a wee bit gross,” she said in his accent.

"Do ye have another set?" 

“Do you know me? Of course I do.”

"Well, how about we shower and then we change them and sleep until noon?"

“Ugh, that sounds brilliant but I don't think I can move,” Elena whined.

"Yeah, moving seems to be complicated,” Jack laughed.

Elena propped herself up and got wet again just by seeing the just-fucked look Jack had on his face and his hair all over the place. She sighed. "You look like a snack right now."

"Ye hungry, Birdie?"

She giggled. "I actually am hungry. Are you?"

"A bit, aye.”

"Shower, change the sheets, food, sleep?"

"Shower, food, sex, sheets, sleep. Let’s be realistic,” Jack winked.

Elena felt her face burn up and laughed. ”Sounds about right. Let's go.”

Andrea was walking home after a lousy date and called Elena. She didn’t want to get home, defeated over a lousy date. She wanted to get drunk or at least bitch about men thoroughly before calling it a night. 

“Yo,” Elena picked up on the first ring.

“Hey,” said Andrea, defeated. 

“What happened? How was the date? Was he awful? Do we have to kill him? Do you need a hug?”

“I need a drink to stay awake. Remind me to never use Tinder again.”

“Jourdan?”

Andrea stopped to see where she was. Jourdan was a bit far but she was almost in Place Flagey. “I’m a bit far from Jourdan. Flagey? Meet at Belga?”

“Okay, great. I have a surprise by the way,” Elena giggled. 

“What?”

“Jack’s here.”

Andrea stopped walking again. “What?!”

“He surprised me,” Elena said it taking a deep breath, looking at him wash his face. 

“Did you screw it up?” Andrea knew her friend very well. 

“I thought I did but I didn’t. So far, so good. We were going to go eat. Meet us at the pasta place I like?”

“Okay, great! Can’t wait to meet the Scottish prince!” Andrea was suddenly energetic. She was excited to meet the guy her best friend had been pining over for weeks.

“See you later!” Elena giggled again.

Andrea hung up. 

“Everything all right?” Jack asked.

Elena was blow drying her hair while Jack brushed his teeth. 

“We’re going to meet my friend Andrea,” said Elena, shaking her hair.

“That’s the one Harry wants to shag, no?”

“Yes, and I’m not going to let him if his intentions are dishonourable.”

“Ye know Harry,” Jack shook his head.

“More wine!” Elena said, imitating Harry. 

Andrea stood outside the pasta place, the wind picked up a bit. She felt lonely after that shitty date and wondered exactly what needed to happen for her to meet someone that wasn’t the most boring human being to ever exist or a douche that would mistreat her just because he projected his mommy issues onto her. It wasn’t her fault moms were overbearing or didn’t pick their sons up enough when they were younger, but she was sure made to feel like it. 

She heard her before she saw her, as it usually happened. She turned to the street and smiled and holy fuck, she did not expect Jack to look the way he did. What was it about that brown leather jacket? He was casually dressed but looked so put together. Andrea thought he probably smelt good. She analysed them as they walked towards her and the first thing she confirmed was how they had obviously had sex before coming here. The way they walked in perfect sync was something you couldn’t fabricate. They held hands and she walked a step in front, leading the way. Elena saw Andrea first and waved. Jack looked up and smiled. 

“She’s so fucking Harry’s type. I can’t believe it,” Jack laughed to himself.

“Don’t say anything about Harry. He needs to earn it and she’s had a bad date. We’re not going to drag her into something she might not want,” Elena was always protective of Andrea.

“Of course, whatever ye say, Birdie. I will be on my best behaviour. I’m meeting another best friend.”

Elena hugged Andrea. “Andie, this is the Scot. Jack, this is Andrea.”

They shook hands. 

“Lovely to meet ye, Andie. Elena talks about ye all the time.”

“Oh you two actually talked before coming to meet me? I’m shocked!” said Andrea, full of herself because the joke was pretty funny. 

Elena mocked her. “Food?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry. I didn’t eat on my date,” Andrea shrugged. 

“As soon as we sit down, you tell us what happened,” said Elena, rubbing Andrea's back.

Jack took out his mobile and messaged Harry. 

Jack laughed and didn’t realise Elena was waiting for him with the door open. “Hey Jack-o-lantern, are you going to keep me waiting? Come on! I’m hungry.”

“Ye really need to improve the nicknames, Elena,” Jack laughed and walked over to her. He kissed her cheek and went inside. 

“Jack, are you allergic to shrimp?”

“No, why?” 

“Just making sure you’re worthy of dating my friend.”

“Babe, you can get the pasta with the chicken mushroom sauce that’s pretty good or the shrimp, which is obviously my favourite because everything with shrimp is exponentially better,” Elena wrapped her arms around Jack’s arm. She was trying.

“It is also an aphrodisiac, but I know that’s not necessary for you two,” Andrea laughed. 

“Ye have good banter, Andie. I like ye already,” Jack was enjoying meeting Andrea more than he would reveal, just because he knew Harry would drool over her and she’d be very hard to get. Finally, his sweet revenge.

“You see? He calls it banter when it’s you, but with me it’s attitude,” Elena rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Yeah, because ye have shit attitude when things don’t go the way ye want them, Birdie.”

Elena turned around in a huff and ordered three shrimp creme pastas. As she paid, both Jack and Andrea objected. 

“Oh fuck off! You had a bad date and need pampering, and you can pay me later, wink wink.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief and huffed out a laugh. She was crass and didn’t care if she was inappropriate. He was happy he’d seen her with her best friends right when they started, the people she could be the realest version of herself, so he could see who she was before the walls came up. 

“I can’t believe you just said wink wink,” said Andrea, deadpan.

“I’m that cool.”

“The jury’s still out on that one.”

“Ugh, you’re being so snarky tonight. I’m getting you drunk as soon as possible.”

“I’m not snarky. You just had a lot of sex and it’s clouding your judgement.”

“That could also be true,” Elena shrugged.

“Why don’t ye two wait outside? I’ll stay here for the food.”

Elena laughed. “Come on, we’ve annoyed him,”

Jack rolled his eyes. “She has a bad date to tell ye about.”

Andrea got tipsy after two beers. She was tired. They were at a crowded bar across the square. Elena sat across from Andrea and Jack had his arm on her chair. They were a bit more sober but Elena refused to have any additional physical contact in front of her friend after having such a lousy night. He understood. He liked that Elena was so fearlessly loyal to her friends. 

“I’m going for a wee, I’ll be back. Refill?”

“Yes, please!” The girls said at the same time. 

Jack left. Andrea turned to Elena, who was still staring at the door. 

“Wow,” Andrea breathed out.

“I know.”

“How did you even doubt this? I’m baffled,” Andrea shook her head.

“I’m an idiot. He’s so…” Elena sighed.

“He is very so. Wow. He’s so hot, Ellie, seriously, and he looks at you like you’re the reason he even exists in the world.”

Elena gave her a weak smile. “I’m going to ruin his life if I keep this stupidity up.”

“You’re going to ruin your own life as well. Please, I know you never pay attention to my advice, but could you just try to this time? This is a good thing. He is a good guy.”

“Look who’s talking about not listening to advice, Ms. I only listen to Patricia and Anna.”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you? That happened years ago! Years!” Andrea laughed. At this point in their lives, it was a recurring joke. 

“I’m in the mood for fries. Do you want some?”

“I do! Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, it’s okay. Jack’s gonna get worried if he doesn’t see us,” Elena stood up and crossed the street.

Five minutes later, Jack came out with three beers. 

“Oi, where’d Elena go?”

“She went to get fries for all of us.”

“Oh, that’s nice. So, how long have ye known her?”

“Since 2013. We go way back.”

“Ye do. Has she always been this stubborn?”

“She was worse,” Andrea laughed. 

Jack laughed loudly. “What a bloody nightmare.”

“She’s worth it though,” Andrea wasn’t going to let any guy think less than the fact that Elena was an incredible woman. 

Jack smiled. “I know. That’s why I’m not going anywhere.”

“Are you?”

“I’ve put up with worse, and none of them made me as happy as she does. I really can’t explain it. It’s insane that we only spent two weeks together but I’m so sure of her,” Jack smiled so genuinely that Andrea sighed a bit louder than she would have liked.

“Here she comes. I like you, Jack.”

Jack turned around and his face lit up again. “Oi! Is that for all of us?”

Elena placed two cones full of fries on the table. “Trust me, it’s not going to be enough.”

Jack scooted closer to her and kissed her temple. She settled next to him, and gave him a quick kiss on his neck. 

“You two are so cute. You make me want to throw up,” said Andrea with her phone out, snapping a pic of the two.

Elena laughed and pinched Jack’s cheek. He kissed her cheek. 

“Babe, you were so nice to insist walking Andie home,” said Elena, taking off her shirt.

“She was very drunk, had a difficult day... Better make sure she was home safe,” said Jack, doing the same.

“I love the fact that you’re trying to get my friends to like you,” Elena giggled and kissed his neck. 

“It’s all part of my master plan to get them to force ye into dating me when ye start having doubts about me again,” said Jack taking off his jeans.

Elena stopped what she was doing and stared at him. 

“What?” asked Jack. 

“That’s a bloody brilliant plan,” Jack’s accent was rubbing off on her more than she thought. She laughed. 

Jack was smug. “I know.”

Elena took her knickers off and laid on her side of the bed. Jack followed and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. 

“Just because ye’ve a double bed doesn’t mean yer going to sleep like ye have an empty bed,” Jack whispered in her ear.

Elena smiled. “I knew you weren’t going to let me breathe.” 

Jack flipped her over, lied Elena on her back, and kissed her chest. He settled his head on her right breast and she huffed. 

“Why are you like this?”

“Best pillows ever,” said Jack, dozing off.

NEXT: Serendipity

[takemedancingmaine]

Needed Me

Listen - When I’m With You by Ben Rector & Needed Me by Rihanna  Believe me, you’ll know when to switch from one song to the other 

A Jack Lowden imagine that nobody asked for, but you’re getting anyway

Smut Warning

“Come outside, love!” he calls.

You love the snow. You grew up in the middle of nowhere in Ireland. Of course you love the snow. But it’s supposed to snow through tomorrow. You don’t really need to see it today. You can wait.

Today you wanted to just spend the entire day inside, watching movies curled up on the couch with Jack under a pile of blankets drinking hot chocolate and tea while the fireplace glows across the room.

Still, with his puffy coat and bright red cheeks and nose poking out from between his hat and scarf, you can’t help but smile.

You shake your head at him as he runs around, playing in the snow like a child, so carefree that you fall even more in love with him. Your first Christmas season together since getting married was going to be a long one, but a happy one, if this was what was in store for you.

“I’ll be right out,” you call as you slip your boots on over you woollen socks and pull your jacket on over your jumper. You know that no matter the precautions you take, you’re going to end up soaked through, so you don’t even bother with a scarf or gloves.

Within a few moments, you’re scampering down off your front porch to meet him as he falls backwards into the two feet of snow that’s already accumulated and begins to make a snow angel.

You laugh at him and he grins up at you, all childlike and filled with wonder.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re too cute for your own good,” you shrug and you begin to hop through the snow to try and reach the garage where you know your sleds are.

“We should probably wait for tomorrow to use those,” he catches your intentions and lifts himself up off the ground to come up behind you and wrap you in his arms.

“I don’t wanna wait,” you pout.

“I know,” Jack rests his head upon your shoulder, kissing you quickly on the cheek before pulling back. “But we have days to just play in this and we can’t exhaust ourselves all in one day,” he explains.

“Fine,” you sigh.

“That’s ma girl,” he kisses your cheek again and squeezes you tight before letting you go and running toward the side of the house.

You’re just turning to follow when the first one hits.

“Jack you better not be starting what I think you are,” you warn.

His response is to throw another snowball at you.

“So that’s how this is going to be?” you ask.

“It won’t be if you keep just standing there,” he calls back. “It’ll be over pretty soon with me being crowned the winner if you’ve got no defence or offence.”

“You are such a little-“ you get cut off when the snowball chips your shoulder. “Fucker,” you duck his next attempt to maim you before firing back, hitting him square in the chest.

The battle continues for what has to be half an hour until you’ve reached a turning point. It’s been about even until now. You’re pinned up against the back of the house, Jack cutting off your escape route to the back door and the path back around too treacherous to attempt to outrun his tall frame.

“I’m raising a metaphorical white flag,” you call out.

“Giving up?” he asks, taunting you.

“Surrendering to you, yes,” you nod solemnly as you make your way up to him.

“Terms of your surrender?” he asks.

You lean toward him, rising onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

The words you whisper make his whole face flush even brighter, not just because of the cold. “Cheeky,” he whispers back as he pulls you close to him.

“Right,” you nod. “Well, I’ll go make some hot chocolate?” You turn towards the back porch, toward the house and he spins you back into his arms at the last second.

“Until you, I never met any girl I could just have fun with,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Thank you for having fun with me just messing about, having snowball fights and making hot chocolate.”

“I love you,” you kiss his cheek. Then it hits you: you can still win this battle.

He kisses your forehead. “I love you too,” he says back. “Now about those terms of surrender…” he trails off and slides his hands down to grab your bum.

Quickly, you shove him backwards and caught off balance he falls back into the snow before you scoop up a handful of snow and drop it on his face before making a speedy escape into the house, laughing as you hear his yelling in discontent come from behind you.

You’ve managed to get out of your coat and boots quickly enough. You’re turning the stove top on and pouring milk into a pot to start making hot chocolate with when he comes up behind you, his face flushed as he grabs your wrist with one hand and turns the stove off with the other.

“Come with me,” he whispers in your ear before he gently pulls you along after him and he leads you upstairs, into your en-suite bathroom.

Still holding onto you, he turns the shower on warm and angles it so that the stream of water hits the cold tile on the side, warming it.

Then, without warning he slams you up against the bathroom door, his mouth hot on yours, gasps and groans leaving the both of you as you quickly undress each other, the steam coming from the stall shower and the heat coming from each of you as you push against each other, warming you up.

When you’re just standing in your bra and knickers Jack bites and sucks on your collarbone, his hot tongue coming out to soothe the skin he’s just bitten as you push his boxers down and he kicks them off.

With a growl, he snaps the clasp of your bra and expertly reaches down to rip you knickers down your legs before you step out of them and into the shower. He pushes you against the wall with the water streaming down and grinds his hips into yours, gasps coming from both of you as his mouth crashes back against yours, hard and unyielding.

Jack’s hands trail down your sides, causing goosebumps to rise on the skin of your stomach in their wake. One hand grips your hip while the other slides down further, tracing circles along your thigh, never getting too close to the spot you need him the most.

His mouth moves to your neck, teeth grazing your earlobe as your breath leaves you in a shudder when he whispers.

“Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” He sucks on the spot below your ear, the spot that makes your eyes close with the sensation. He pushes himself up against you and you can feel him, all of him, his length hard against your stomach as the water cascades down the shower wall behind you.

“Can ya?” he asks again.

Breathlessly, you nod, anticipation making your brain far too foggy to speak.

“Well, I think you deserve to get a bit of your own medicine, love,” his hand that’s been tracing circles is slowly getting closer and closer to where you’re practically begging for him.

“Please, Jack,” you bite down on your lower lip and move one of your hands to try and direct him.

He doesn’t let you. He growls and takes his hand off your waist before capturing both of your hands, gathering them in one of his and holding them above your head.

“No, no, love,” he leans in and gives you a quick kiss before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth scraping and sending shivers running through you as his free hand lightly dances over your core, lightly. Like a feather.

“Oh,” he pulls his face back from your neck and smirks at you, pulling his hand away as well. “You really want this, don’t you?” he asks.

“Enough with the teasing,” you plead and try to pull your hands out of his grasp.

“Nu-uh,” he grunts as he holds your hands in place and starts ghosting his hand over your core again. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.”

You shudder and he grins. His thumb tracing a circle on your clit as he pushes one, and then another, finger inside of you.

Just that sensation alone makes you go weak in the knees.

“Fuck,” you pant.

His long fingers begin curling and working inside you, getting you high. He speeds them up to where you can’t breathe, to where you think you might just fall over the ledge and then he slows down, dragging out each moment, keeping you back.

He does this again and again and again, winding you up only to keep you from letting go.

You can’t take it anymore. Your whimpers and whines are loud, filling up the small shower you’re sharing. Your legs are shaking so hard that Jack has to remove his hand from holding yours to go back to your hip to help hold you up until he’s finished with you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you gasp as he starts to wind you up again. “Please, Jack,” you lower your head to his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut. “Please.”

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, his skilful fingers working inside you while his thumb works your nub, the tension in your belly rising, your feeling starting to recede from your extremities to centralize in one spot, ready to spring back out again and knock you senseless.

“God, I want you to-“ you gasp when he hits a spot that makes your sight hazy for a few seconds. “I want you to get me off, Jack,” you bite softly on his shoulder as he starts to really rile you up, more so than he’s done in his previous four attempts just now.

“I want to make you feel so good, baby,” he works against you, you can feel him giving you everything.

“I want you to finger fuck me until I can’t walk straight,” you growl out in one breath. “I want you to make me feel like I’ve never felt with anyone before,” you feel yourself begin to vibrate as he grunts against you.

“Shit,” you whisper.

For a single second everything feels like it’s stopped.

Your breath, your heart, the universe.

And then your orgasm rocks through you so violently, likely a result of Jack’s teasing, that you would have fallen to the floor if he didn’t use all his strength to keep you upright, his fingers still inside you slowing as you ride out the waves. The pleasure so intense that you can’t even begin to comprehend how he’s done it.

Fuck. If someone asked you your name right now you’d be unable to remember. The only thing you can mutter, the only thing you can manage to think is his name and what he’s making you feel.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you can breathe normally again, can control your extremities. You may have a hard time standing on your own, but you don’t need your legs for what you’re about to do anyway. He finally removes his fingers from inside you. You gaze up at him through your wet eyelashes, watching as he puts his fingers in his mouth.

You’re so unbelievably turned on by the sight, even after your world shattering orgasm, but you force yourself to focus. You grab him by the biceps and force him back, trading places with him, so that he’s now against the shower wall, the stream of water beating down his back as you sink down to your knees and without hesitation you pull him into your mouth, far too quickly for him to process what was happening until it was happening.

“F-fuck,” he stammers, his hands going to your hair, his fingers pulling none too gently as you work him with your mouth and your hand where your mouth doesn’t reach.

Your tongue is swirling around his tip, your mouth working, so accustomed to what he likes and his turn-ons that you hardly have to think about it. Your tongue traces along the underside of his length and the shudder that rocks through Jack turns you on almost as much as his fingers inside you.

You’re doing this to him. You’re making him feel this way and fuck if that thought alone wasn’t sexy as hell.

“Baby,” he gasps, his breathing shallow. “Fuck, baby,” he continues to pant as you continue to work him, feeling the tension building inside him.

That’s when your other hand comes up and gently begins to play with his balls. He’s done for. He doesn’t last a minute after that.

“Fuck,” he yells, his whole body tightening and then shuddering as his orgasm rocks through him.

You keep working him, your mouth slowing, as you take in his release. When he’s done you pull back a bit and meet his eyes, holding his blue gaze as you swallow and wink up at him.

“You’re a fucking killer,” he pants out as you come back up to him and kiss him hard on the mouth.

“Why don’t you give yourself a few minutes to prepare for round two?” You ask as you step out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a towel, heading to lie down on the bed to wait for him where you know he’ll join you shortly. As soon as he physically can.

“God, what the fuck did I do to get so goddamn lucky?” he groans to your retreating form.

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 5

Anyone fancy a bit of Monday heartbreak? 😢

So I'm fairly certain this is the penultimate chapter, I've got an insane week at work this week so I wanted to get this posted so I could start fresh once I recover from real life 😅

Enjoy, let me know your thoughts!

Tagging: @thomasshelbyswife @cillmequick

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

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Chapter 5

What appeared as twilight from the safety of the kitchen, was more like the depths of night outside. The air was cool and they’d both left the house in only the clothes they were wearing. Seren still had sneakers on, but David was in slippers. They ran into the nearest field, the grasses were as high as Seren’s shoulders in places and the ground uneven. The crops slapped her face and neck as she ran, feet pounding into the soft ground. Deep in the field, David pulled her down.

“I need to get hold of First Desk. Do you have your phone, did you call him?” He asked. Seren felt her pocket, her face ashen in the moonlight.

“Shit. Shit, it’s gone. Oh god, what the hell do they want? What the hell is First Desk?” She hissed. 

“They want me. I’m afraid River and I haven’t been entirely honest with you. But there’s no time for that, we need to keep going. You know the furthest barn?” Seren nodded. “Get there, don’t wait, just go.”

“I’m not leaving you behind.”

“You will if I damn well tell you to.” David instructed.

“I will not and you can’t make me. Let’s go.” Seren gripped the iron poker tighter in her hand and rose to her feet. They both moved off as fast as they could, the barn a few hundred meters away. As they ran further and deeper into the field, David struggled. His feet slipped inside his slippers and the ground got more boggy. She took his hand and pulled him with her. “Come on, come on,” she begged. “I've got you.” She could hear voices behind them, keeping their distance on the edges of the field. 

“You must go, get the First Desk and tell them we're compromised. Tell them to send that new chap, Lamb, I've heard he's handy in a sticky spot.” Seren's heart fell as she realised she'd lost him to the confines of his mind. 

“We can get there together,” she cringed as she attempted to play along, “First Desk are way out of my league.”

“True enough. You don't have clearance anyway.” Clearance? Her mind ran, desperately unable to keep up with wherever David was and their actual situation. “We need dogs here as soon as they can, and likely a clean up team.” Seren felt her breathing shallow and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed and tried to regain control, tried to inhale fully and steady herself. She could feel the creeping terror of a panic attack trying to edge its way into her mind but was determined to keep it at bay. 

“Let's keep going, we're nearly at the barn.” She half dragged him the last hundred metres and pulled at the door. The barn was filled with hay bales at various heights, Seren breathed a sigh of relief that there were no unruly farm animals. They pulled the door closed together and she tucked David safely behind a stack a few rows in. She went to check how closely they'd been followed. She hoped the thieves hadn't bothered giving chase, a ransacked house was one thing but she wasn't sure how she'd explain to River if David was injured - or worse. As she rounded the corner to see if there was a way to barricade the door, it swung open. Seren hid behind the nearest hay bale and held her breath. The man whistled as he entered, casually peering around the large barn as if he had all the time in the world. Seren held the poker tightly in her hands and she moved silently deeper into the barn. The man started to lunge around corners, trying to catch her out, make her jump. 

“No point dragging this out, get out here and bring the old bastard with you.” He taunted. Seren's blood ran cold. She could hear him closing in on the stack she hid behind and felt a desperate need to get him further away from David, as far away as she could. As he rounded the corner, she aimed the poker at his midsection, swinging it like a bat. The impact sent vibrations through her hands and up her arms. The poker dropped to the floor alongside the man who dropped to his knees. Seren ran for the door. If she could lead him out and away, she could keep David safe. Or safer. She flew past him, feet pounding on the dusty floor, he wasn't far behind though and as she reached the wide space in front of the open doors, he grabbed her ankle and she hit the ground face first. Winded by the fall, she groaned into the dirt. She rolled onto her back and scrambled to her feet, balling her hand into a fist, she threw a punch to his jaw. She quickly realised her error as pain shot through her hand and the thumb she'd captured between her palm and fingers. He shook off her punch and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her high enough that her tiptoes scraped the floor looking for purchase. Black started to creep into the edges of her vision as his hand tightened and her breathing was more constricted. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, and then she heard a female voice. 

“Oh for god's sake Duffy, put the girl down. I thought we were going for low key?” The man brought her down a fraction.

“Put her down now!” David bellowed, hitting the man on the back of the head with the handle of his pistol. Seren tumbled to the floor, the man dropping her as he clutched at the back of his head. The woman spoke up again. 

“Gun down please, David.” She said sternly. Seren clutched her throat, still unable to drag enough air into her lungs. The panic attack and hyperventilating she'd managed to stave off were beginning to take hold. Somewhere in her semi consciousness she heard more voices and an overhead light came on. She hid her face in her hands, blinking away the bright light. 

“Isn't this all a bit much Di?” 

“Fuck off, Lamb, we had this under control.”

“Grandad, please put the gun down.” 

“Don't make me laugh, you can't control your own bowel movements, Duffy. Diana, this is an overreaction and you know it.”

“Can you both stop bickering, I do not have the energy for this.” Nestled amongst the raised voices and arguing which she could barely hear over the sound of her ragged breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, Seren heard a familiar voice. A body crouched down next to her, lifting her to sit more upright. 

“Come on darling girl, sit up.” She saw two David's in her eyeline and shook her head.

“Two of you,” she croaked, her breathing still not under control. 

“That'll be the lack of oxygen, can you breathe more deeply?” David placed his hands on her upper arms and tried to encourage her to slow down. In the corner of her eye, she saw the man who'd choked her with a gun pointed at David. 

“No, no,” she tried to shout. She shuffled to her feet and tried to put herself between the gun and David. 

“Fucks sake, can we decide what the fuck we're doing here?” The man growled, the gun firmly aimed at Seren. 

“What the fuck, Duffy? Put the fucking gun down.” Seren soon had River's body between her and the gun and found herself looking at the rough pattern of his jacket. He had an arm pushed out behind him, keeping her hidden by his body. She swayed on the spot and felt David gently guide her back to the floor. With her eyes adjusted to the light and her breathing steadily becoming more even, Seren started to pay more attention. River still had his back to her, David sat by her side. 

“Let's put the dog back in his cage eh, Di? Seems the old bastard has his faculties for now so shall we try and talk like grown ups?” A bedraggled looking man standing near River spoke up. 

“Suddenly the voice of reason, Lamb?” The man they called Duffy sneered. 

“Well yeah, actually, I'm bloody hungry. A man's gotta eat.” 

“Shut up both of you.” The woman said sharply. She was dressed impeccably, despite their location. She looked around the standing bodies to David. “Are you with us, Cartwright?”

“I am currently, Diana, yes. Though I can't guarantee for how long. I assume you're here to kill me?” David patted Seren reassuringly on the shoulder and got to his feet. The woman hummed. 

“It was my intention, yes. It's becoming increasingly apparent that you don't have the mental capacity to keep certain things quiet any longer.”

“It's true, my mind is not what it once was. But I've given nothing away, the girl is evidence of that. She's completely in the dark.”

“Until now.”

“Yes, well, blame your dogs for that. Watching us for months, putting us on edge.” They fell silent. 

“Where do we go from here then?” The scruffy man asked, lighting a cigarette. “Would you like us to shoot you once you've had it, Di?”

“No I bloody would not.”

“Bit of a dick move expecting the old bastard to get it then? And I don't even like him.”

“Your opinion is noted, Lamb.”

“Ma'am, may I-” River started.

“Fucking hell Cartwright, we were just getting somewhere.” Lamb interrupted. 

“Let him speak, River has my power of attorney, I trust him to speak for me.” David said wearily. The woman rolled her eyes and gestured for River to continue. 

“He's right, he's not given up any information even on his worst days. Please,” he pleaded, “please don't kill him. Can we have a service approved carer? Regular reviews, anything?”

“Lamb?”

“Don't look at me, I want fuck all to do with this.”

“But you agree with the suggestion?”

“If you kill him, you're setting a precedent for how you or I will be treated when we lose our marbles. I for one want to die drunk in bed covered in Chinese takeaway, not shot by this moron.” He pointed at Duffy. The woman looked at her watch impatiently.

“Fine. But if anything goes wrong, it comes back on you, Cartwright, and he,” she pointed at David, “won't be able to save you this time.” River nodded obediently. 

“Yes ma'am, understood.”

“I think we're done here. Clean up the fallout Cartwright.”

“No more dogs?” Lamb asked. The woman hesitated and he looked pointedly at her. 

“No more dogs, you have my word.”

“Glad we're all in agreement, now fuck off Duffy.” Lamb clapped his hands and shooed the other man toward the door. The woman and Duffy left, leaving Seren with the two Cartwrights and Lamb. 

“The girl needs hospital.” Lamb told River. 

“‘m fine,” she shook her head, making it ache again. He knelt down in front of her, Seren could see his sallow skin and greasy, lank hair. He looked at her neck, mottled with purple bruises, and her hand, swollen and misshapen. River watched over them, he still hadn't spoken to or approached Seren himself. 

“You need x-rays. Your thumb is broken and you need your wrist strapping up. Go alone,”

“She's not going alone.” River stated.

“Want to be arrested for beating up your girlfriend?” Lamb asked, “cos that's what they'll think.” He turned back to Seren, “you go alone. Tell them you were mugged and a police liaison officer will be taking a statement tomorrow. Then get yourself off home, plenty of painkillers and some sleep. Cold water for your throat.” He stood back up. “We, gentlemen, have got some shit to work out.” 

“Can I at least take her to the hospital?” River asked. Seren could feel the anger bubbling up, sick of being called ‘girl’ and ‘her’.

“Drop her at the door, you'd better come back with food.” 

“I'm not going anywhere until someone explains what the fuck just happened?” Seren said as loudly as she could manage. The men fell silent. “River?” He looked between Seren and Lamb, loyalties torn. “This is ridiculous,” she turned to David who looked exhausted. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but want to help him. “Come on, let's get you home.” She took his arm with her good hand and led him slowly outside. River's car was abandoned outside with the doors wide open and the engine running. She helped David into the front seat and sat in the back waiting for the others. It was a matter of seconds back to the house along the gravel track. With River trying to catch her eye in the mirror, Seren wished she'd put David in the car and walked. She needed time to process what she'd heard and seen, but her anger was too great to ignore and she had too many questions to walk away. In the house, Seren assessed the damage. The back door had been kicked in and the route from the back door to the front door looked like the path of a tornado. Lamb started opening cupboards. “There's food in the fridge.” She told him, sinking into the armchair in the kitchen. She was freezing, so she pulled her hoodie (River's hoodie) from the back of the chair and slipped her arms into it, pulling it around her. David came in from the sitting room with the whiskey decanter while River followed with glasses. He handed her a tumbler with a few generous fingers of single malt in the bottom but she couldn't bring herself to look at him. She stayed in the armchair, legs pulled up like a shield while the others sat around the table. Lamb tucked into the pie she'd made earlier. 

“So, what do you want to know?” David asked. 

“Everything. How long have you been lying to me?” Her throat hurt, her voice was low and husky. David shook his head.

“It wasn't a lie,” he stressed. 

“We're MI5.” River told her. Across the table Lamb leaned back in his chair and threw up his hands. 

“So much for anonymity.” River ignored him. 

“This is my… boss.”

“The woman? And the thug?” 

“Everyone's boss. She's interim head of MI5. He is actually just a thug, we call them dogs. They're usually carrying out her dirty work.” Seren stared at him. 

“The dogs? You brushed me off when I told you what David said-”

“I know. I was wrong.”

“Fucking hell, Cartwright, it must be love if you're admitting you were wrong about something.”

“Love?” David queried. 

“Do you mind?” Seren snapped at Lamb. “I think we've more important things to discuss.”

“I like this one, she's feisty.”

“Fuck you.” She glared. 

“Got a bit of heartburn, better not.” 

“So what, why was she here?”

“They thought it easier if I were dead. I once had Diana Taverner's job. I have a lot of information, a lot of secrets that they don't want escaping as I deteriorate.”

“That's true? They came to kill you?” She was incredulous, it sounded too far-fetched to be true. “And you knew? You knew we were in danger?” She turned to River. He went to speak but she got there first. “So what the fuck was I? Collateral damage?”

“No! God, no. Seren I didn't mean for you to be in any danger-” Seren stood up abruptly and downed her drink. Already unsteady on her feet, the alcohol didn't help. “Wait, you can't drive, let me take you?”

“I'm fine.”

“Seren, please?”

“I'd listen to him. I don't tend to, but I can't see you making it to the hospital on your own steam.” Lamb pointed out. Her shoulders dropped, she knew he was right. “Get back here sharpish. No dawdling.” He warned River. 

*

In the car, Seren sat as close to the door as she could get and stared out of the window. River watched her carefully, only taking his eyes off her when the road demanded his attention. 

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, grateful that they were finally alone and he could speak freely. She didn't respond. She cradled her bad wrist in her good hand, she was shivering so he turned up the heat. As she turned slightly to acknowledge the extra warmth, he could see the tears in her eyes. She swallowed thickly, trying not to let them fall, but the pain in her throat made her grimace. They pulled up at the hospital, the bright lights of the A&E department bursting through the darkness. He reached out to place a hand on her thigh and when she flinched, his heart sank. “I'll pick you up when you're done?”

“I don't have my phone-”

“Here, take mine,” he scrambled in his pocket. 

“I don't want your phone, or a lift, or anything to do with you.” She finally turned to look at him. “Don't contact me.” She looked completely betrayed.

“If that's what you want-” the car door slammed and he watched her slowly make her way to the entrance. He dragged his hands over his face and up into his hair, trying to shake off the desperate heartache of watching her walk out of his life. He sniffed and nodded firmly to himself. Time to clean up the fallout, like he'd been told. At the house, neither Lamb nor the elder Cartwright had made any attempt to straighten out the mess Duffy had made. Under duress, David had agreed to a service approved and chosen carer who would report weekly to Lamb and Taverner and daily to River. He would no longer be assessed by his own GP, but by a private MI5 doctor and he would undergo rigorous bi-monthly tests to track his health more closely. By the time Lamb left, River wasn't sure David had an ounce of privacy left - something he knew Seren would have advocated for. He wondered if he'd given up David's freedom too easily but decided, in the absence of Seren's guidance, that it was either this or give up David's life. He knew which he preferred.

“I'm proud of you my boy.” David told him as River helped him into bed. 

“I didn't do anything.” 

“You came when we needed you. How's Seren?” River shrugged. 

“She doesn't want anything to do with me. With us.”

“She'll come around.” 

“I don't think she will.”

“You like her?” River looked away, “I may be old but I'm not stupid. I heard two people climb the stairs a few weeks ago. And I heard that bloody car of hers leave at some ungodly hour. The way you look at her, I used to look at Rose like that.”

“Sorry grandad,” River sighed.

“I'm not angry. She's good for you. For both of us.”

“Yeah well, not anymore. We start again with someone new.” David frowned. 

“We'll see about that. Get some rest.”

“You too old man. G'night.” River closed the door quietly and set about clearing up the mess. He wedged the back door closed as best he could, swept up broken glass and righted everything that had been knocked over. He found Seren's phone in the front porch, her bag in the kitchen, her book in the sitting room. She was scattered around the house, hair ties by the kitchen sink, a notepad on the coffee table, her favourite chocolate in the fridge. He left everything where it was, apart from the phone which he put by her bag, then he fell into a dreamless sleep on the sofa. He was woken by shuffling sounds from the kitchen and hushed voices. Bleary eyed, he wandered in to see Seren handing a taxi driver a tenner from her purse. The man thanked her and left, raising his hand in a wave to River as he did. Seren spun around to face him.

“Thought you'd be asleep.”

“How are you?”

“Sprained wrist, broken thumb, bruises.” 

“Your body combat teacher will be chuffed.”

“I dick around in a dark room pretending to punch stuff. I've never actually hit anyone before.” She muttered. 

“You look tired.”

“Thanks, you look like shit too.”

“Why don't you get some sleep in my room?”  Seren raised an eyebrow, “alone, I mean.” She shook her head. 

“I need to go,” she took her bag and keys from the table, shoving her battered phone in her pocket. “Tell him I said goodbye.” Her voice cracked and he reached for her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. 

“Seren-” he said softly. By the time she turned back to him, she'd regained her composure though the tears she'd tried to hide rolled down her cheeks.

“Don't say my name like that. Don't speak to me like I mean anything to you. You've made me a fool. I knew I shouldn't have let you win me over, I knew I should have stayed out of your way. I don’t want to see you again, goodbye River.” She pulled her arm out of his grasp and left him on the kitchen doorstep as her car spluttered to life and roared down the drive.