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[writersblog20]

Mexico 🌿🍃

Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: When you need some distance from your hometown, Pedro booked a luxurious villa for you in Mexico. It was almost perfect except that Pedro wasn’t there since he was away for filming… or is he?

Warnings: FLUFF! Teeth rotting, cotton candy fluff! Mention of smoking weed, mention of having a rough time, Spanish sentences that might be incorrect (English translation behind) so I’m sorry if it’s wrong! Most is just fluff.

A/N: Hiya, remember me? 😂I’ve been sooooo busy with work and school and handling some personal stuff and just still trying to heal from some things, so I must keep a lot of balls high so that’s why I haven’t been posting for a while. I hope that things will soon get a little more reasonable, but I have no clue when. But for now, I hope you guys enjoy this sweet piece! Much love from your homegirl 🩷🪬🧿

Mexico

You had a couple of very rough months and every time you got back up but that didn’t mean that it was exhausting. Pedro was away filming and knew what you were going through. You both facetimed each other every day and every time you cried or were upset, Pedro wanted to come home to you and take care of you, even though you reassured him that you’d be okay.

It wasn’t new of you for you to push people away and take care of yourself. You finally learned how to love yourself and take care of your inner child. You might’ve lost so much in the last month but found yourself on that journey. You were used to doing things alone and found it hard to accept people in and let them take care of you. But like I said, you were learning that bit by bit.

You were currently in Mexico. Pedro was renting a house there where you could stay for a while and focus on yourself and your healing, leaving everything behind for a while and it was the best decision ever. You felt so extremely relaxed, not forget the fact that you’ve always wanted to go to Mexico. The house was GORGEOUS to say the least. It was some sort of villa and the moment you stepped into the villa, you felt at peace. It was very luxurious, the backyard was huge, with a pool, gorgeous view over the city, 

You had thanked Pedro multiple times and he was happy he could help you with something. He wanted to give you the entire world so he did his best to spoil you, escpecially after everything that happened. You deserved to rest and heal in a very luxurious and comforting villa. He didn’t tell you that he rented it just for you, but he would tell you eventually.

This was your 3th night here and you already felt more and more peacefull and relaxed. Throughout the day you would stroll around a market, buying fresh fruit, vegetables and whatever else you needed. After that, you would meditate, after that you would journal with a self-help book called healing through words of Rupi Kaur for at least 2 hours. Than you would do whatever you felt like but mostly, read.

It was evening right now and you decided to get into the huge bathtub. You even looked down over the city in the bathroom as a view. You lit some candles, lit some insence and relaxed while reading your favorite book. You had smoked a joint before you got into the baththub so you were completely fuzzy and relaxed.

Pedro even bought all of your favorite bath oi, foam, salt, body butter, body lotion, body mist with a huge bouquet of roses etc and delivered it to the renting. It came in today and you after you got it, you immediately called Pedro to thank him but he didn’t pick up the phone so you’de figure that he was busy shooting his new movie so instead you send him a sweet text with a selfie of you smiling with the bouquet of roses in your hand before you got into the bathtub.

You had some music playing in the background, the smell of insence comforting you as you let yourself relax completely. It was hard for you to give into relaxation completely. That’s because you’ve never felt really safe but even though you knew that you were safe in your head, your body was so used to be on edge all the time that you had to remind yourself that you are indeed very safe. And it worked. Slowly but surely, you started to rewire your brain.

After a while you put your book away. You took a deep breath from relaxation and softly touched your legs. You hummed to yourself and decided to shave it. Not because you thought it was prettier, you just very much liked the feeling how your legs felt after you shaved. You put some shower foam on your legs and slowly shaved your first leg. You were so in your own space that you didn’t hear someone open the door. “Mi amor….” You heard a familiar voice say. You got startled, not expecting someone here. You looked at the familiar voice, only to be met with the softest brown eyes in the entire world. “Pedro…?” you asked surprised, but happy, to see him standing in your bathroom.

He slowly walked towards you, seeing how relaxed you were, your eyes heavy. “Oh, mi hermosa, cuanto te he extrañado (oh my beautiful, how much I’ve missed you)” he whispered as he crouched down besides the bathtub and gently placed a string of hair behind your ear. He cupped your cheek, making you lean into his touch. You placed your hand over his and your other hand cupping his cheek, meeting his eyes that held so much love in them that it made your heart flutter. “Pedro…… I’ve missed you so much.” You told him and couldn’t contain the urge to hug him. You moved in the bath and placed your arms around his shoulders and nuzzled your face in his neck. Your wet, naked body against his clothes and the comforting sound of him chuckling made you feel like you were home again. His arms around your waist, holding you close and tightly against his body as he kissed your head multiple times. You got your face from the crook of his neck and kissed him passionately. His hands cupping your cheek again and got out of the kiss so he could look at you. His smile bright and reaching his eyes, giving a twinkle in them.

“Took some days off. I want to take care of you. Please, let me take care of you now.” He asked you lovingly while he played with your hair and cupped your cheek again. That was the last step for you, to give someone permission to completely take care of you. He knew you found that difficult, but you knew you were ready. You smiled at him “I’d like that” you still felt fuzzy and relaxed from the weed you smoked before. Pedro had the most loving smile on his faze that it made all the butterflies come back in a matter of a second.

“You know I don’t mind if you shave or not, right?” He asked you before doing anything at all. You smiled and nodded. “I know, I just like the feeling” you chuckled softly. Pedro smiled with adoration, reaching his eyes. “Then it’s alright, mi Corazón”.

You sat back down in the bathtub and Pedro gently placed your feet on the edge of the tub so he could continue shaving your leg where you left off. His big hands gently on your skin as he shaved your leg in concentration. When he was done with one leg, he placed a kiss on your knee as he made eye contact with you. He got the scrub supplies and gently scrubbed your leg, being careful so he wouldn’t hurt you. Your heart filled with love just by seeing how careful he was with you and how much love he put in the things he did for you, just like this.

When he was done with your first leg, he got to the other, repeating the things he did with your other leg. When he was done, he placed a kiss on your forehead and cupped your cheeks again, looking lovingly into your eyes which held nothing else but adoration and love, radiating it through them. “Let’s get you out and dried up, princesa.” Pedro stood up and held up a towel for you, giving you a hand so you could get out safe. Once you were out, he wrapped the soft towel around your body. His hands still on your waist when he pulled you closer for a loving hug. His arms around you while he tucked your head underneath his chin, not caring that his clothes got a bit wet from you. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and you let the side of your head rest against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Te amo, mi amor.” He whispered in your ear. “I love you too Pedge” he smiled softly and kissed your head, his lips lingering. He got your underwear and helped you in them, your hands resting on his shoulders as he crouched down to put it on. He got the body butter and looked at you for permission. You nodded and he rubbed his hands together so his hands wouldn’t be so cold. He placed some on his hands and put it gently on your upper body. His hands gentle, making sure that he didn’t miss a spot. After he was done, he placed a top on your body. And continued with your legs. He got on one knee and placed your leg on his knee, so he had better access for your legs. His hands were soft and gentle on your skin.

He got your kimono and helped you in it with your arms. It was still a very nice temperature outside, so you didn’t need more clothes. You put your arms around Pedro again and he did the same, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. Pedro held your hand and let you to the kitchen. “Ve a sentarte afuera cariño (Go sit outside, dear.)” He told you softly and you nodded, softly letting go of his hand with a loving smile that held Pedro in a trance. You walked outside, his eyes following you with a smile upon his lips.

You sat down in a big chair, your knees up to your chest. You put some slow R&B on through the speakers and lit your new joint. You let your head fall back as you exhaled the smoke. “No puedo creer lo hermosa que eres, mi amor (I can’t believe how beautiful you are my love.)” You heard Pedro say as he walked towards you with, what looked like two mojitos. Pedro sat next to you, placing the mojitos on the table, which was lit by candles and fairy lights. When Pedro was comfortable, you got out of your own chair and sat down on his lap, making Pedro smile. His arms already wrapped around you as you got comfortable on his lap. He couldn’t hide his loving smile for you. You handed him the joint and he took it from you, taking a big puff as he kept eye contact. You smiled at him and kissed him, making him cup your cheek softly.

“How was work?” you asked him after a while when you saw him finally relaxed. He hummed a bit and started talking about his day while you listened intently to his story. You went with your nails softly through his hair and he leaned more into you as he let out a sigh. “But it’s all better now. porque estoy aquí contigo, el amor de mi vida (because I'm here with you, the love of my life)” You smiled and felt a bit flustered. “Oye, mírame cariño (Hey, look at me, baby)” he whispered, his finger underneath your chin as you looked up. He gave you a couple of sensual and loving kisses before he kissed your forehead.

He handed you your mojito and you got your book, that you were reading, from the table in front of you. Pedro drew circles on your back while you tried to find the page you left it on. When you finally found it, you let your head rest against his chest and started reading it. Pedro let his chin rest on the top of your head and started reading with you, unknown to you until you wanted to turn the page. “Wait, I’m not that fast yet.” He chuckled nervously, making you look up. You smiled that he was reading the book with you. His eyebrows knotted together as he tried to read the words, but he forgot his glasses inside. “Want me to read to you?” You asked him genuine with a smile. “I’d love that. You know I love your voice.” You smiled and gave him a quick peck on his lips before you started reading to him.

An hour got by when you put your book away and looked at Pedro, tiredly. “I’m tired, P” you told him softly and he smiled adoringly at you as he stroked your hair. “vamos a la cama, mi chica (Lets go to bed, my girl)” he told you as he kissed the side of your head and helped you stand up before he stood up.

Once again, you walked hand in hand inside of the house. “You go freshen up, princess. I’m going to put out the lights. I’ll be right back.” he told you and carefully let go of your hand.

You were doing your skincare as last when you were almost finished with the rest, Pedro walked in, smiling at you while you applied the moisturizer to your face. He strutted towards you and put his arms around your waist, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. His body pressed against yours. Pedro almost had heart eyes while he looked at you, doing your skincare routine. He knew you were almost finished as he memorized every product in your routine. When you applied the last thing, he turned you around with his hands on your waist. You looked up at him with a loving smile and giggled softly at the way he carefully stroked your cheek. “Mi amor….” You felt butterflies in your stomach and looked down shyly. “Get comfortable in the bed, I’ll be right there.” he told you, making you nod. You wanted to walk to the bedroom, but Pedro pulled you back. “I think you forgot something….” He told you, getting you confused a bit. “Dame un beso mi Chica Bonita (give me a kiss, my pretty girl.)” you giggled when he told you what you forgot and stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss. He cupped your cheeks with both of his hands and deepened the kiss as he sighed from relaxation in the kiss. When he pulled away, he looked at you with a smile. “Now you can go.” He told you with a smile as he reluctantly let go of you. You chuckled and quickly kissed his cheek before you left the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You put on a soft warm light and crawled into bed, pushing away the mosquito net. You hadn’t closed the curtains yet, keeping the view over the ocean and a couple of lights from homes further away and of course, the garden where you just sat. You got your book and started reading where you left off. Pedro walked in the bedroom in only his boxers and smiled when he saw you all comfortable in the big bed.

You put your book on your chest for a moment and looked at Pedro who crawled in next to you. “This bed was too big without you in it… I’ve missed you…” you told him softly as you laid down on your side for a moment so you could look at him. “Yo también te extrañé, cariño. Me alegro de estar aquí contigo. (I missed you too, sweetheart. I'm glad to be here with you.)” his voice husk from tiredness, making you smile. He gave you a passionate yet sensual kiss before he softly and gently placed a kiss on your nose and forehead.

You laid down on your back, picking your book up. Pedro let his head rest on your chest, your arm around him while you went with your fingers through his soft locks. Pedro softly hummed from satisfaction of your fingers over his scalp. You noticed that he was reading along with you, so you slowed down your pace with the reading until he was done too. He softly nodded and hummed, letting you know that you could flip the page.

Your eyes started to feel heavier, and you almost dropped the book, but Pedro was fast enough to catch it and put it away. it startled you for a sec, knowing you almost drifted off. “Vamos a dormir, mi dulce niña. (Let’s get some sleep, my sweet girl)” he whispered, and you were too tired to respond so you hummed, already eyes closed as you turned on your side. You waited for Pedro to turn of the lights and to get comfortable before you could cuddle him.

Pedro didn’t even need to say anything, he already pulled you towards him to cuddle. Pedro laid down on his side, facing you, while he pulled you against your chest, his arms around you, your head resting against his chest while he tucked your head underneath his chin. “duerme bien cariño, te amo (sleep well sweetheart, I love you)” his voice soft and you were almost drifting off. “I love you too” you murmured, already half asleep, making Pedro smile and close his own eyes as well, inhaling deeply from relaxation, knowing you were in his arms again.

~time skip~

You woke up from the sunlight shining into your eyes. You groaned softly and turned around, wanting to wrap your arm around Pedro, but you were greeted by an empty side of the bed. You frowned and finally opened your eyes. You saw a note against the headboard of the bed with: “Good morning sweetheart, I’m getting some groceries, I won’t take long.” You read and let your head fall back on the pillow, glad that it wasn’t a dream that Pedro was here.

The door went softly open, revealing Pedro with a tray with breakfast on it. You didn’t expect Pedro to be back already but here he was. “Buenos días mi amor, ¿cómo dormiste? (Good morning my love, how did you sleep?)” His smile radiant and his eyes shining, making you immediately happier. “Buena, te tenía a mi lado (Good, I had you next to me.)” You told him back in Spanish and Pedro loved it when you spoke Spanish back to him.

His smile even more radiant. “And you? Did you sleep well?” You asked him as you sat up in bed. “Good. I had you next to me again.” He repeated you with the biggest grin and leaned down to give you a kiss and sat down next to you. “Made you breakfast.” He told you and placed the tray with food on your lap. He made some eggs, avocado with toast, coffee, and some fresh fruit. You smiled “Thank you Pedge.” He smiled and kissed your forehead. “You’re welcome baby girl.” He told you and stood up, walked to the other side of the bed, and laid down on his side, facing you. “So… what should we do today?” he asked, “I mean, obviously we don’t have to do anything if you want to stay here, that’s fine with me too.” You smiled and looked outside at the beautiful weather. “We could go to the beach?” You suggested and Pedro smiled. “I would love that!” he told you with a smile.

You asked Pedro more about work now that he had completely settled in and not having a bad jetlag. He chatted about the fun things and less fun things that had happened making you listen intently. You loved hearing Pedro talk about things, especially if he was very passionate about the things he talked about. You ate your breakfast in the meanwhile and couldn’t help but beam because of how happy you were that you had your Pedro back by your side. You were silently enjoying this morning and Pedro saw it, making him happy as well.

This was going to be a great day! After the beach, maybe go to the market to get fresh products to make dinner with, get a drink at your favorite beach club and just spent time with each other, because God knows you both really needed it. You were completely happy and content, not needing anything else when Pedro was around you. He was all you needed.

Part 2 maybe?

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Benefits | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley spends a long weekend in Mexico, enjoying the beach and your body.

Warnings: 18+ only, Smut of every kind (you have been warned)

Length: 3000

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

I wrote this in response to a request from @mak-32! You can get at me with requests.

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Bradley wasn't planning on dropping everything to use his vacation time on such short notice, but when he heard you were going to Mexico with the rest of the Dagger crew, he did in fact drop everything to join. 

Nobody else knew. That was the best part of this arrangement. Although you'd known each other for years, you had only been casually sleeping together for about two months, and it was sensational every single time. The sex was dynamite, simply because he wasn't dating you. As a result, you were both free to be completely honest and ask for exactly what you wanted without any repercussions spilling into your personal lives. 

You were an ideal friend-with-benefits for him. You were Yale's newly assigned weapons systems officer, so you'd be in San Diego for at least a few more months. You had your own room in a house with a friend who wasn't in the Navy. You were on birth control. And you were fucking hotter than hell. 

So when the flight down to Mexico started off with you slipping Bradley a scrap of paper that simply said, Mile high club? on it, he knew it was going to be a wonderful long weekend.

It was late. The airplane cabin was dark, and Bradley could see Phoenix, Bob and Coyote had all fallen asleep. So he slipped out of his seat just in time to see you disappear into the tiny airplane lavatory. He tapped on the door, and you opened it for him. The space was so small, he had to squeeze in with you. As soon as he was inside, you reached around him to lock it, and then his lips were all over yours.

"Have you ever done this before?" you asked him as you undid your jeans and yanked them down between sloppy kisses.

"No, I haven't Hotshot. Have you?" Bradley secretly hoped he would be your first as well, grinning as he pulled your panties down a little bit and helped you stand next to the toilet facing the wall.

"No, but I've always wanted to. Let's make it fast, Rooster. Fast, quiet and dirty," you told him as you looked at him over your shoulder before bending over a little bit. Bradley nudged your legs apart and he could see your pussy lips already looked wet. He unbuttoned, unzipped, kissed the back of your neck and plunged himself inside you.

He didn't have much room to work with, so his thrusts were short and hard. The snapping sounds as he slammed himself against your ass over and over again were delicious. Your heavy breathing and occasional grunt just added to the literal fantasy he'd always had of fucking on an airplane. 

"I love this," he whispered, breathing becoming ragged. "I'm sure you knew I would."

"Just for you, Rooster," you said, and God your voice really set him off. The sound of your light laughter cut off by a quiet moan had him bracing his hand on the wall next to your head and hitting you even harder. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he managed after another minute or so, giving you at least a little warning before filling you to the brim. "Let me finish you, too," he told you, reaching for your clit while he was still inside you.

"No time," you told him. "You can make it up to me tomorrow, Rooster." You quickly got cleaned up and put back together, kissed him on the cheek and then slipped out of the door, leaving him alone, looking in the mirror at the gigantic smile on his face.

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Bradley had tried to find a way to get you to sleep in the same room with him, but that proved to be impossible as everyone else was divided into roommates. The villa that Hangman had rented for everyone was large, but most of the bedrooms had multiple beds. He was stuck rooming with Bob, and you were with Phoenix. 

The first morning when everyone woke up, it was decided that it would be a beach day. This was fine with Bradley. As far as he was concerned, the more time you spent in a bathing suit, the better. You were not shy about showing off your curves and your gorgeous skin. And he knew you liked his body too, because you told him so all the time. 

A few hours into sunbathing and napping on the beach, and you were on the towel next to him, laying on your stomach and enjoying the warm sunshine. Bradley couldn't look at you for too long, because he knew how his body would start reacting. You were wearing a tiny black string bikini, and your hair was piled into a mess on the top of your head. He took a long sip from the bottle of tequila that had been passed to him. He needed your body again, right now.

"Shit, Hotshot, your back is starting to look pretty sunburned," he announced loudly enough for some of the others to hear too.

"Really?" you asked, genuinely sounding concerned. You pushed your chest up from the towel, and Bradley had the perfect view of your tits; the bikini top was doing basically nothing to cover you. 

He bit back a groan. "I have some aloe in my suitcase, do you want it?" he asked through clenched teeth.

You dipped your sunglasses lower down your nose and met his eyes with a smirk. "Yeah, that would be great, Rooster. I'll walk back up to the house with you to get it, if you don't mind."

As the two of you made your way up the path side by side, you told him in a very casual, conversational voice, "When we get back to the villa, I want you to eat me out until I come on your face. You still owe me from yesterday. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like something I would really enjoy doing," he replied, holding the door open for you and then following you inside. He watched your ass bounce in your bikini bottoms as you ran up a flight of stairs to the second floor bathroom. He followed you inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes were glued to your body as you untied the knots on both sides of the suit bottoms and let them fall to the floor. 

"Looks like we got back just in time," Bradley said, scooping you up and setting you on the edge of the bathroom counter. He knelt in front of you and nipped the inside of your thigh. "Your sunburn was getting really bad." He licked a line up and down your slit, tasting you and moaning. "Let me get some aloe on it for you," he whispered up at you before burying his mouth and nose in your pussy.

You grabbed his hair and bucked against him. "Good thing you noticed how badly I needed some aloe. I don't know what I would do without you."

Bradley smiled against you as he rubbed his mustache along your swollen clit before taking it between his lips. You rode his face while you untied your suit top and played with your tits. Bradley loved everything about this, and he kept looking up at you and getting harder and harder.

You moaned loudly. "If you make me come right now, we probably have time for you to fuck me too."

He did not need to be told twice. Bradley lapped his tongue against your clit in short and steady strokes, just the way he knew would get you off. While you were still moaning through your orgasm, he stood, pulled his dick out of his shorts and pushed himself inside you. 

"You're really eager," you moaned, throwing your arms around his neck and rubbing your tits against him.

"Can you fucking blame me, Hotshot? Look at you."

"I guess not," you mumbled with a smile while he pounded into you. "I'm pretty eager too. You look so good, Rooster." 

"I look great when my dick is inside you."

You moaned as he attached his smirking lips to the side of your breast. He sucked until he knew he would leave a mark. With the skimpy bathing suits you would be wearing, he figured that was the only safe place. And you definitely seem to love it, if your words of encouragement were anything to go by.

"Your mouth is fucking lethal," you moaned as he pulled your nipple into his mouth with sloppy kisses. 

Bradley finally released your tits and braced his hands on the counter top as he fucked you faster. "Gotta finish up in here, Hotshot. Everyone will be back soon."

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned in delight as he filled you up when he came.

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Bradley was playing around with you in the ocean. Above the surface, your bodies were far enough apart that nobody would suspect anything, but under the water, his hands were grabbing your legs and occasionally slipping inside your bathing suit.

"You're walking a fine line here, Rooster," you told him with a smirk. 

"You know I can't keep my hands to myself," he said before going fully under water, placing a kiss to your belly and then popping back up again several feet away.

You laughed and told him, "That's okay, I like poorly behaved boys."

He almost pulled you against him when he felt one of your feet skim along the front of his swim trunks. He looked down and watched your pointed toes as they skimmed along the fabric covering his cock. If you were alone, he'd be fucking you right here.

"You want me now, Hotshot? Better come up with a good excuse to get away."

Then Bradley heard yelling and turned toward the shore. "Dogfight football!" chanted Hangman and Coyote as everyone else started to separate into teams. 

You and Bradley headed out of the water to join in. You ended up on the same team, and Bradley kept lining up behind you, his imagination running wild. You had on another tiny bikini today, pink this time. The little scrap covering your bottom concealed basically nothing from him, and you kept wiggling your ass in his direction. 

Three plays into the game, and you were hopping up and down on one foot. "I think I rolled my ankle! Ouch!" Bradley was at your side instantly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so," you replied, trying to gingerly put weight on your foot. "Oh, maybe I need some ice. Can you help me back to the house?"

"Of course," he replied, scooping you up with one arm under your knees and the other behind your back.

Once you were out of earshot of the others, you whispered, "Take me to the outside shower, Rooster. Let's make a mess in there."

He could not contain his smile. "You got it, sexy."

The tiled shower attached to the outside of the villa was done up in a beautiful blue and green mosaic pattern, and a rainfall style shower head provided a placid escape. You were currently kneeling naked halfway under the steady stream of warm water with your lips wrapped around Bradley's cock. You sucked and rocked your mouth back and forth along his length before moaning and pulling him out with a pop.

"Tell me when you're close and you can cum all over my face," you told him with a smile before propping the tip of his penis on your plush tongue and giving a little kiss.

"Oh, fucking hell, Hotshot. Jesus Christ," he moaned as you wrapped your hand around the base and played with just the tip, grinning up at him. 

Once you worked him into a frenzy, almost gagging on his length in the process, he let you know he was ready. You leaned back a little bit, reaching behind you and grabbing your ankles. Bradley grunted and growled, pumping himself in his hand. You were leaning back more now, pointing your tits in the air toward him and licking your lips.

"Oh shit," he gasped, and he was coating your tits, your chin, your mouth and your cheek with his cum. Bradley held his dick in his hand and stared down at you when he was done. Your tongue popped out to lick the corner of your mouth and he groaned. "Fuck. You look sinful like that."

You used your fingers to scoop some of his cum into your mouth, swirling it around on your tongue, and Bradley wished he could coat you all over again immediately. Then you stood and washed the rest off of you, smiling at him over your shoulder. 

"Would you look at that? My ankle feels much better now. I just needed a little physical therapy."

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The last day of vacation had everyone exploring the town, and Bradley kept admiring the way you looked in your colorful sundress. And then that night, everyone sat around a beach bonfire drinking tequila together. With the early morning flight home the next day, Bradley was hoping to get you alone again, but he wasn't counting on it. You smiled at him from across the fire pit, and he grinned back. 

When everyone started to head back to the villa, you managed to whisper in his ear, "Top floor deck, 1 am," before running past him to catch up with Fanboy and Coyote.

Bradley took a shower and drank a few more beers, counting down the time until he could meet you on the deck. He crept out of the bedroom while Bob snored loudly, but when he got to the deck, you weren't there yet. He settled himself down on a lounge chair and looked up at the stars. 

The night was perfect, and he could even hear the ocean. He was starting to doze off when he felt you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. His eyes snapped open. "Hey Hotshot, so nice of you to join me," Bradley mumbled. 

"I'm sorry! Phoenix wouldn't stop asking me where I was going and why I was still awake. She's drunk and made me finish a bottle of wine with her," you said, placing a kiss on Bradley's lips before licking the side of his neck. "But I'm here now."

You were still wearing the dress from earlier, and Bradley yanked it up to your hips. "You wanna ride my fingers?" he whispered into the darkness, slipping his index finger inside your underwear and playing with you.

You bit back a moan and tossed your head back as he inserted two fingers inside you.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled as you started moving with his thrusts. The little gasping noises you were making were mixing nicely with the serene sounds of the ocean. "This is nice, Hotshot. We should mess around at the beach when we get back to San Diego." You just leaned down and moaned next to his ear. "I'd love to tease your pussy like this in the Bronco parked at the beach."

"Rooster," you gasped. "Keep talking dirty."

He grinned into the darkness as you unzipped his shorts and reached in to get his length ready for you. "You want it dirty, Hotshot? How about I finger you up your skirt, midday at the beach in the front seat of the Bronco while the parking lot is full? You think you'd like that?"

You moaned his name loudly as you sank down around his rock hard dick and bounced around. "Yes, please. I want you to do that. I like your fingers."

"Do you?" Bradley asked, grabbing your chin and shoving two fingers into your mouth as you rode him on the lounge chair. The sensation of your tongue swirling around on his fingertips went right to his dick. He slipped his free hand under your dress to play with your clit while you were grinding down on him, and after a few moments, you were trying to say, "I'm gonna come," around his thick fingers in your mouth. 

He shoved them in a bit further and had you moaning and squirming around on him as you came. 

"Fuck, I'm going to come too, Hotshot," he groaned tossing his head back and thrusting up into you hard. He slid his hand to your ass and gripped you hard, holding you down around him as he came. He let his fingers slip out of your mouth, and you collapsed onto his chest in a boneless, fucked out heap. 

"Damn, girl," he muttered against your hair. "You need me to help you get back to your room?" he asked you as you gingerly climbed off of him. 

"Hmmm, do you think anyone is going to notice I have cum dripping down my legs? I'm sure it would be a dead giveaway as to where it came from if you walk me back," you told him as you readjusted your outfit and pecked him on the lips. "I'll be okay, Rooster."

As you started walking away, Bradley reached for your hand. "So are we on for the beach parking lot then?"

You drew a little circle on his palm with your fingertip. "I wouldn't miss it."

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The flight back to San Diego was pretty uneventful until you were getting ready to land. Bradley could hear you and Phoenix talking next to him while he laid back with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. 

"Did you ever, you know, join the mile high club?" Phoenix whispered to you. 

Bradley had to force himself to keep his eyes closed as he waited for your answer. "Yes, pretty recently, actually. The guy was super hot, too. Huge dick." 

Bradley could barely keep his face neutral. 

"Really? Sounds like you had a great time. I always wanted to try it."

"You know what, Phoenix? You should get a friend with bennies," you told her. "Best idea I ever had."

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he knows he's an overlord and he's used to this type of thing, but this truly was luxury.

--- valentino was laying on a goddamn pool floaty in the middle of a pool in a villa that vox had rented for them. after a particularly nasty fight about a month ago where val had almost torn vox a new hole ( but make it literal ), vox had finally agreed to take a week completely off work and rent them a place for a vacation.

so far, it had been going great! they went a couple of rings down to the ocean, and sure, it wasn't like the gulf of mexico where he'd grown up, but it's hell. you take what you can get.

of course valentino had insisted vox come outside and spend time with him, so they were both spending the day outside. despite the fact that this was hell and there wasn't really a sun, val even had one of those aluminum tanning screens angled at his face, heart-shaped sunglasses atop his bald head.

" you really outdid yourself, mi amor. this is lovely. isn't this better than a staticy, dingy, neon, screen-filled office room you shut yourself in twenty four goddamn hours a day? "

his voice is pleased, though; he's not upset. far from it. he sets the tanning screen on his lap, draping his hands into the water below him.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

TODAY’S FROZEN MOMENT - 60th Anniversary - December 22nd, 1963 - Here are the new couple Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, who had just fallen in love while shooting “Cleopatra”, and who were now holed up in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, where Burton was to shoot “Night of the Iguana” with director John Huston. The couple were a bit of a scandal, both married to other people, but as they were also at the peak of their careers, and as they were both so gorgeous, they were paparazzi’s delight. They were called “the Romance of the Century” Their accommodations were a bit shabby rustic, and Burton told Huston, “My friend, if we don’t find suitable accommodations for Elizabeth, I’m afraid I won’t be able to star in your film” Huston gave them the villa he had rented, Casa Kimberly. The couple fell so in love with this house that Richard bought it for her next birthday, and eventually also the house across the street, for their guest house. They would come here with family and friends for the rest of their time together. They had built a bridge between the two houses which got named The Bridge of Sighs… or the Lovers Arch… Richard would often get banished from the house by Liz and he would have to grovel back in across the bridge. This was the beginning of the long tumultuous relationship between these two star-crossed lovers. - photo taken by an uncredited AP photographer

[Mary Elaine LeBey]

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Shanquella Robinson: What's Happened Since Her Death?

The heartbroken family of a North Carolina woman who was killed on vacation in Mexico are set to sue their daughter's six friends who were traveling with her. Shanquella Robinson, 25, traveled from Charlotte to San Jose Cabo on October 28, 2022 and rented out a villa to celebrate a friend's birthday.

Less than 24 hours after entering Mexico, Shanquella would be dead and her body left in Mexico while her travel companions left back for America.

Attorney Sue-Ann Robinson told Newsweek: 'The lawsuit will be against the six travel mates including the three who lied by omission by failing to disclose that someone had been beating Shanquella prior to her death.'

Daejhanae Jackson, was named as the friend seen throwing punches at Shanquella in the hours before her death. She is wanted in Mexico, and her last known address is in Jamestown, North Carolina.

Picture: Daejhanae Jackson

The explanation given to the doctor was that Robinson "drank a lot of alcohol." The doctor recommended that Robinson be admitted into the hospital, but her travel companions insisted she be treated in the apartment room.

Picture: Wenter Donovan, who was also throwing punches at Shanquella prior to her death

She remarked how she suggested that her daughter be taken to an emergency room, but her daughter's travel companions had lied to her, claiming her daughter's travel insurance was of no use in Mexico and that the emergency room required $5,000 in cash for her daughter to be seen.

She recalled how further doubts began to surface, when the autopsy report emerged, showing the cause of death was a broken neck, and not alcohol poisoning.

[niemernuet]

Week number 20 of the off-season winder sports fandom challenge. 20!!!?!? Anyway. The subject is:

sitting on the porch at night 🌙✨

It's a little something about the baby vikings, inspired by that one post of @wunderlichkind from this time last week. Hope it's coherent (time jumps are hard).

Being Lucas

rating: T pairing: Atle Lie McGrath/Lucas Braathen (unrequited...one-sided...idk, it's complicated) characters: Atle Lie McGrath, Lucas Braathen, Timon Haugan, Fabian Wilkens-Solheim, Kjetil Jansrud, Sebastian Foss Solevåg, Adrian Smiseth Sejersted, Rasmus Windingstad length: 3'300 words

In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. In hindsight, Atle should have trusted his foresight because, admittedly, he had a very bad feeling about it from the beginning all the way until it had been too late. The problem is that Atle often has a bad feeling about many things; it is simply part of his nature. It is the reason why he always, ever since he has been little, needed just a tad longer than his peers; not because he is slower but because he worries too much. In addition, the whole thing is about Lucas, which makes everything twice as complicated feeling-wise.

Their cabin for the training camp stands by the shore, and even though, thanks to the convoluted geography of Western Norway, said shore is removed by several bays and headlands and capes from the Atlantic, a stiff wind is blowing away the little warmth from the evening sun. Atle makes do with a pair of thick jeans, a hoodie, and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and over his legs. It makes his entire body pleasantly warm save for his fingers with which he scrolls mindlessly through his phone. The planks of the wooden deck chair are hard and some of the colour worn off but the backrest is tilted at a perfect angle for maximum comfort.

Furthermore, they had the worst luck imaginable only a few months beforehand, so, all things considered, it is entirely understandable why Atle overrode his feelings with brute force in the end.

Not that it makes the whole thing any better.

A cold shiver runs down Atle's spine as his thoughts wander back to that unlucky holiday that started everything. He had often thought back to the past winter, wrecking his brain whether they indeed never had mentioned the name of that blasted place with Lucas around but he never came to any conclusion. He was disappointed when Lucas had flat out refused to go with them. Back then, Atle had chalked it up to the devastating loss of the slalom globe in the very last race. Everyone would need some space after a blow like that, Atle understood, even though it stung a little bit. The real surprise came when they turned their phones back on after the plane landed in Mexico. Seven bloody continents, hundreds of countries with literally tens of thousands of places that a Norwegian might choose to spend their holidays, and they had all landed in that one little backwater town near Cancun. He laughed with Timon and Fabian as they watched the first few stories of Lucas' trip, and they filled the group chat, demanding to get a tour of the luxurious villa Lucas rented with his friends. At first, the excuses were understandable. Atle, Fabian and Timon had also planned stuff to see and visit, and it was reasonable that Lucas' friends, which no one had ever heard of before, would not want to change the whole itinerary for Lucas' colleagues from work. After a while, Atle started to get a bit angry at Lucas' delayed answers and curt messages, the sting of his cold shoulder almost as painful as the sunburn he caught on the first day.

"We're just not cool enough," Timon said after another short video of a tastefully under-furnished room with snow-white walls.

Then, the first portraits appeared between the videos and shots, and without actually talking about it, they decided to drop the subject.

"Training camp is going to be fun," was all Fabian muttered between two bites of Taco after the first look at Lucas' painted nails but the fun started not one hour later when Adrian sent the first of a whole slew of wisecracks into the group chat. Atle counted the hours of time difference between Mexico and Norway, and was tempted to write back why he stalked his teammate in the middle of the night but in the end he ignored it like most of the rest of the guys, like Lucas did, and the jokes died down not one day later.

In a way it was funny, how Atle, Fabian and Timon had taken one look at the selfies, and came to the same conclusion, that is to say that the pictures were not just Lucas being Lucas but Lucas being Lucas, unashamedly and probably for the first time in his life. Atle was glad to leave Mexico after this revelation, his heart too heavy with the new awareness that he belonged to that part of Lucas' life that Lucas had to hide his true self from.

The wind is still blowing unperturbed, and Atle has to put down his phone, and hide his fingers under the blanket for a while. One of the windows is a crack open, and the voices from the people inside blend with the murmur of the wind and the sea. The women brought a few bottles of wine along which they share in the evening around the big table; Atle suspects it is something they picked up from the pretentious know-it-alls from France and Switzerland during the winter. It means that the other guys have been sitting with them the whole week and would not want to play football or any other game in the garden, much to Atle's resentment.

He does not care for wine at all.

It took some time for Atle to realise that the jokes in the group chat had not just petered out on their own. His private chat with Lucas had been quiet for weeks, with Atle unable to express what he wanted to say, and he did not know that Lucas would not come to the Olympic Dinner hosted by the King. He was not surprised, though, when he did not show up at the palace like the rest of them, leaving Atle as the only skier not in a bunad.

"I can't believe they let you in like that," Seb chided Atle, and gave his bow tie a flick. Even though it was only May, and the reception hall airy and cool, the heavy wool coats and vests had turned the heads of Atle's teammates as red as their waistcoats.

"You're just jealous," Atle shot back, and pretended to wipe Seb's forehead with his pocket square. The dinner was top-tier, as expected, and the alcohol freely flowing. The Princess dined with them, thankfully as far away from Atle as was possible at a round table, but excused herself after the main course.

"You should have asked her who's going to win the championship next season," Adrian said to Seb while he topped off his glass with wine.

"Why didn't you?" Kjetil asked with a wink, and held out his own glass.

Adrian pursed his lips. "Maybe I will when she gets back."

A pack of waiters attacked them at that moment, and when they left, their table was cleared for dessert, and a full bottle of wine stood in the middle again.

"I wouldn't want to know it," Rasmus picked up the thread. "The future isn't fun when you know it."

"Forget about fun," Kjetil mused, "I'm sure if someone could really tell what comes next season, nobody would believe them. In my experience, life is just stranger than you can imagine."

In return, Adrian put his glass down, closed his eyes, and hovered his hands above the table. "Let me try! I see…I see…snow! I see long slopes and cable cars."

"Boo!" Seb interjected, and threw his napkin over the table.

"I see a comeback!" Adrian continued. "I see a man…he's old…so old and wrinkly." Here Kjetil smacked Adrian with his own napkin.

"He's fast…I see…I see a podium! I see a medal! He's world champion!"

They all laughed as Kjetil kicked Adrian under the table. "Not that crazy," he grinned.

"Well, in that case I see a title fight between Aleks and Odermatt," Rasmus threw in.

"And I see podiums for our child prodigies," Fabian added, and skipped out of Atle's reach with his chair.

"That I see too," Kjetil smiled.

Atle tried to say something but Rasmus was faster.

"And what pretty podiums they'll be."

"No thanks to you, Atle," Adrian grinned, and grabbed his hand to inspect it. "You'll have to step up your game if you want to keep up with Lucas."

He pulled the hand back, and glared at Adrian to no avail.

"Well, speaking of crazy, maybe skiing will be the next year's swimming," Rasmus added, and suddenly the royal dinner sat like a stone in Atle's stomach.

Adrian snorted, and picked up the bottle of wine. "That would give Goggia really something to cry about."

Mute and quiet, Atle watched as Kjetil took the bottle out of Adrian's hand.

"We've talked about this," he muttered, and for a while, they all inspected their napkins.

The old wood of the porch creaks as someone turns around the corner, and Atle hastily picks up his phone again so he would look moderately busy, and not like an old man wearily staring out into nothingness, contemplating his own mortality.

"Where did you find that blanket?" Lucas asks, and stops next to Atle.

Atle feels his cheeks flush, and keeps his eyes locked on the screen. "Cupboard in the hallway to the bathrooms."

"Oh." Lucas frowns, and chews on his lip as he looks through the window into the house. Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that it is not worth it to walk past the combined women's and men's team.

"Can you spare some of that?" he asks, and waves at the blanket. Atle has just time enough to pull it out from under his shoulders and scoot aside on the heavy, wooden deck chair before Lucas plops down by his side. The chair creaks warningly as a second fully-grown athlete splays out on top of it.

"It's so cold," Lucas sighs as he climbs under the blanket.

"You're barefoot," Atle reminds him. He stays unmoving and stiff as a board, unable to cope with Lucas suddenly so close to him again.

"Yeah, because my toes fucking hurt," Lucas groans. "The first time in the shoes after the holidays is the worst. I don't know how you do it."

In response, Atle throws the blanket back and reveals the thick woollen socks on his feet.

"I can't wear more than that yet," he confesses.

"Oh, toasty!" Lucas says, and places his feet on top of Atle's before throwing the blanket over their legs again. Atle bites down hard on his lips as their bodies intertwine even more.

For a moment they both look out over the sea. Lucas also has his phone clutched to his chest, and Atle realises that he has wiped the nail polish off his fingers again, just as he had done for the short camp in Italy, a few weeks before Atle’s mistake. In Atle’s memory it was nothing more than a haze, and not just because he spent most of the time gasping for air on a bike, or hanging like a sack of potatoes in a sheer rock wall. They did not broach the subject even from a distance then, whether because Kjetil’s authority reverberated from beyond retirement or some other reason Atle could not tell. There was much awkward silence but Aleks managed to fill it easily the way he always did, and after four days their ways had parted again.

"What are you doing?" Lucas pipes up.

Atle shrugs with the shoulder that is not currently pressed against Lucas. "Just…on my phone," he mutters, and holds it up.

Lucas nods, and pickes up his own phone too. "Same," he says, and begins scrolling through an app. Atle has no choice but to do the same. He tries to tilt his a little bit though because ever since his return from Italy, the algorithm of most of his apps was a bit out of kilter. It is another testament to Atle's halting temperament that he needed three months to finally do something. Even if it was not much. Even if it was just opening tiktok, and, after his eyes and ears had been properly assaulted, moving over to Wikipedia via Google. He read up on every article he could find, clicking blue links until he landed on the page about a suburb of Paris or the history of California, and back again. He found labels, categories and words but neither a manual nor guidance on how to go on from there. It was quite unfortunate because Atle usually managed to do the wrong thing when forced to act on his own.

The gallery was in one of the old hangars at the old airport out in Fornebu. Once upon a time, the area had been appropriately derelict for the kind of atmosphere the artists strove for but that had been before the Telenor-Arena had been built right next to it, turning the place from a romantic lament about post-industrialism into the parking lot of a multi-purpose hall.

At least it made parking easy.

Atle found the ad from one of Lucas' friends from his other life, one he was sure had been in Mexico too. It definitely was not his world, to put it that way but he had made a decision, and he had forced himself to go despite the knot in his stomach. He had fretted about his outfit for a long time, and realised the second he had turned around the corner and into the alley where the gallery was located that it had all been in vain. There was nothing Atle could have done to fit into the crowd because it was not the clothes that made him different. He walked past a guy wearing what Atle was sure was the exact same outfit his grandfather had worn on Christmas. Had he worn a pair of beige, misshapen slacks and a sweater vest in the same colour, he would have just looked like his grandfather except a joke, while the guy who disappeared in the gallery…

There were garden chairs and rickety tables in the alley, an old, rusty gangway on wheels with a faded SAS-logo, and a few pots of plants. The gallery was packed, and the people spilling out of the door. Though the night was as bright as any summer night in Oslo, the amount of people and the thick walls swallowed most of the light, and additional lamps had to illuminate the pictures. Atle assumed that the figures were supposed to unsettle the viewer, and they did, though he would have not needed any additional help. He walked past the images of distorted Simpson-figures in screaming colours, meandering through the masses while searching for the source of the thumping music that filled the stuffy air. Some people threw him glances, measuring him up against this world that he did not belong to but he ignored them. The DJ's booth was at the end of the tour through the hall, after old, corrugated metal, porous, brick-lined walls and the grotesques of the Simpsons had beaten down the visitor. A bulb of people was standing around the desk, some talking among themselves, some listening, some waving their phones, and some trying to get the attention of the DJ who was in the centre of the crowd. Atle watched Lucas from a distance. He had no idea about the art of DJ-ing but he recognised the same focus in his eyes that he had before a race, and the same, well-known smile after a good run. When he looked up from his set-up, his eyes found Atle automatically, as if a spotlight was hanging above Atle's head. He waved, just as automatically, because his brain needed a few moments longer to realise that Lucas had stopped smiling. When he lowered his hand, Lucas had caught himself, and waved back before turning to his turntables that apparently needed adjusting. Atle hesitated, even though his feet wanted to run on their own, hoping against better knowledge that something, anything, might save this situation.

He left when he saw Lucas' balled fists resting on his machinery.

A new message arriving with a short vibration jolts Atle back to reality. Even though it is just a little after ten, the sun already starts to sink behind the mountains. The wind is still blowing but Atle thinks that it now carries the smell of rain. He frowns when he sees the name but without turning his head, he clicks on the little symbol, and reads the few words. He does not turn his head afterwards, either. He remains still, just like Lucas, though a few strands of his hair are dancing on their own, and tickling Atle's neck.

"I liked it," he begins. "You should take your stuff with you next winter when we're on the road. It'd be cool."

Lucas snorts. "I'm already hauling too much material around; I can’t take it with me too.”

“I mean, isn’t most of it done with the laptop? Then you could leave the other gadgets at ho…” Atle breaks off because Lucas’ head whips around, and a look full of indignation hits him.

“What?” Lucas asks. “Gadgets?”

“Very important instruments?” Atle tries.

Lucas rams his elbow in Atle’s side, and turns back in the chair. “Well saved.”

They laugh, and slowly fall silent again. There is still a knot in Atle’s stomach but he is starting to think that it might be here to stay for a while; so…

“I liked your nails before. You should have left the colours on.”

Lucas’ hands instinctively ball to fists before he catches himself, and he slowly, deliberately stretches them out on top of the blanket again.

"Eh, they were chipped anyway," he shrugs. "To be honest the time it takes to get everything right compared to the time it looks okay is…a bit of a mismatch." He bends his fingers towards his palm and inspects the nails. Atle sees a bit of light blue polish still sticking to the cuticle of the ring finger.

"It barely stayed even when all I had to lift were towels and cocktail glasses," Lucas says. "I doubt it would hold one day in winter."

"You'd just have to wear your gloves more often," Atle retorts. "And only take them off on the podium."

Lucas laughs. "Or I let you guys carry everything for me."

Atle nods earnestly. "See? There is more than one solution."

His breath hitches when Lucas, still laughing, slides a bit further down the chair, and rests his head on Atle's shoulder.

Atle remembers all the labels he read about, neat lists and rows on Wikipedia, that were exactly zero help for his ongoing troubles. He does not ask Lucas whether he has heard about them, or more, because it is not the point. Because it would not help. There is nothing about Lucas that needs explaining, not for Atle or anyone else. But he knows people will demand an explanation, come winter at the latest, or maybe a lot earlier depending on how much wine the women still had in their stash. For a moment, anger washes over him as he thinks about the gags and japes that would beat down on Lucas should he ever truly dare to be himself, and the helplessness makes him almost choke. He knows with utmost certainty that he would and will love Lucas, no matter who or where he is. Atle turns his head slightly, and looks at Lucas from the corner of his eyes. He also knows himself enough to understand that he is not going to confess that anytime soon. Lucas feels his gaze, and grins up at him.

"It's good to be back," he says.

"Yeah?"

Lucas snorts softly, as if he understands all the things Atle wants to ask but cannot. He balls his fist again but this time raises it towards Atle.

"Yeah," he says, and waits for Atle to do the same.

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Bonjour from St. Barth

If you're planning a visit to the luxurious paradise of St Barth, let us introduce you to the world of St Barth Connection, your premier Destination Management Company (DMC) and onsite concierge service. We're here to ensure your St Barth experience is nothing short of extraordinary. In this blog post, we'll delve into the exceptional offerings that set us apart and provide you with the latest updates on what's happening on the island.

1) ST. BARTH CONNECTION’S COMPLIMENTARY CONCIERGE SERVICE

When you choose to book a hotel, villa, or mega yacht through St Barth Connection, your clients gain access to their exclusive complimentary concierge service. It's more than just concierge; it's akin to having a dedicated private butler at your service. Their concierges go above and beyond to make your clients’ stay unforgettable. Here are just a few of the things their dedicated team can do for you and your clients:

Seamless Reservations: Should your plans change or if you're running late, they'll handle it. They'll call the restaurant to ensure you don't miss your reservation.

Parking Woes: St Barth's bustling center can be a challenge for parking. Don't worry; they're there to assist.

Late-Night Cravings: Craving caviar at 2 am? They'll have it delivered.

Poolside Delights: Need a special sunscreen from the pharmacy while lounging by the hotel pool? They'll bring it to you.

Shopping Assistance: If you've shopped 'til you've dropped and need help getting your purchases back, count on St. Barth Connection.

Lost Luggage Solutions: In case your luggage arrives a day late, they've got a trousseau of new clothes ready for you.

Tailored Experiences: Want to cancel a restaurant reservation because you're tired? No problem; they'll bring the restaurant to you.

Exclusive Access: If you desire to visit a store closed on Sundays, they'll arrange for it to be opened exclusively for you.

Their purpose is to delight and surprise your clients and do it with flair. Additionally, St. Barth Connection offer a range of special treats on behalf of your agencies, including partnerships for warm welcomes and delightful sweets from JOEL ROBUCHON, accompanied by a personalized letter from your agency.

2) NEWS OF THE SEASON

As the seasons change, St Barth continues to evolve and enchant. Here are some exciting updates for the current season:

GYPSEA Hotel: The boho-chic Villa Marie hotel has been rebranded as Gypsea. This charming hotel, perched on Colombier mountain, has also introduced a new collection of beachfront houses in St Jean, available for rent in 1, 2, or 3-bedroom configurations.

BEEF BAR: From Monaco to St Barth, Beef Bar has arrived, taking up residence inside the Carl Gustaf hotel in November. This culinary gem is a must-visit for food enthusiasts.

ITA: Experience a taste of Mexico on Joel Robuchon's rooftop at ITA. With a Latin atmosphere and a super cool vibe, it's a delightful addition to the island's culinary scene.

LE TI ST BARTH: An iconic restaurant that underwent extensive renovations at the beginning of the year, Le Ti St Barth has recently reopened and promises an even better experience than before.

LA GUERITE BEACH CLUB: This beach club, which opened its doors in February, has quickly become one of the island's top spots. Nestled along the stunning St Jean Beach, it offers Mediterranean cuisine in a breathtaking setting.

LAKALA: The former Le Rivage, situated next to the Le Sereno hotel, has been reborn as Lakala, a beach club with a fantastic ambiance—perfect for a special afternoon.

3) BEST NEW YEAR'S PARTIES

St. Barth knows how to ring in the New Year in style, but you'll want to act fast because tickets for these exclusive parties are limited and nearly sold out! Don't miss out on the chance to join these exciting celebrations:

December 28: DJ Rampa at LA GUERITE BEACH CLUB

December 29: Super private party

December 30: DJ Kaz James at NAŌ BEACH CLUB

December 31: Black Coffee at GYPSEA and DJ Purple Machine at NIKKI BEACH (a few tables left at both GYPSEA and NIKKI BEACH)

Again, if you're interested in attending any of these events, it's imperative that you secure your tickets as soon as possible to guarantee your spot at these sought-after New Year's festivities! If you hire St. Barth Connection as your onsite concierge, they can help you secure tickets.