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Tantric Flames: Chapter: 9

Tantric Flames

Nalu lovefest 2019 Prompts: Magic, Worship, Reckless , Forbidden and Cravings (All Implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing:Nalu (Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: One look, one smouldering hooded gaze, one word, one fiery kiss, one magnetizing touch was all he needed for her to completely unravel at his mercy alone, succumbing to the sinful temptation of her inhibitions, his love, his feral passion, his raw, insatiable desires, his "Tantric Flames". Originally an Submission for Nalulovefest 2017 (on previous accounts) in which Natsu gives his mate a tantric massage-after much persuasion- she won't soon forget when it turns into so much more. Also previously featured in Nalu lovefest 2018 (on current accounts) , as well as Nalu Week 2017, Nalu Fluff Week and Nalu lovefest 2017 (as stated) with first three chapters on my previous celestialgeekmage accounts . Chapter 7 was also an entry for nalu week 2019 and Chapter 8 for Nalu Lovefest 2019. ( Nalu-centric) (Slight Au).

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Chapter 9: Tempted by A Tantric Touch

A/N: Hey guys, it's your girl Millennial StarGazer! This time I'm returning with another long-awaited installment of Tantric Flames. Once again, a major thanks to and koodos to @bmarvels, @mannyegb, @animezing-fandoms/princess-starry-night, and @allie-and-her-fandoms for helping me edit and further develop this chapter! Now without further ado, here's the story-enjoy!

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"You run your fingers over every part of my body and tease me with your touch".

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Oh God, those love bites. So many love bites that decorated the blonde's creamy skin like jewels; far too numerous to count that always sent a red-hot line fire rippling through her nerves with with every nip, every suck; each every and stroke of Natsu's velvet tongue. Plus, he's usually doing other things at the same time. Racy images of the couple's steamy moments together from the last soak flooded Lucy's mind.

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The celestial mage's back arching of its own accord into Natsu's touch from robust hands cupping her breast; Blazing digits kneading the twin peaks in time with lips sucking along Lucy's pulse with so much skill that she couldn't help the heady moan that escaped her throat.

"Ya feel that, Luce?" Nastu growled in his princess's ear, the dark undercurrent of his territorial voice pulling a tingly shiver from her. "My marks all over that perfect body of yours— and not just the permanent one when you swore your heart to me . All of those are symbols of my essence, my claim, my love. That you belong to me and me alone. My mate and queen, forever and always. And those sounds you're makin'? Hot as hell."

Pretty sure, dude leaves marks on me as his way of announcing to the world I'm off limits as his mate. Explains why he's always quick to leave a fresh one in its place even after I cover them— not that I'm complaining. Plus, it's not only for his benefit but mine. It's great that he knows how much I love receiving hickeys and gets off from it.

Seriously, what more could I ask for?

Not to mention how lovely it always was to unwind with Natsu after each bath. The wizard was often keen in his offer to dry the blonde's damp hair with a towel or fire-magic-powered steam; from her perch on his lap or between his legs. 

Much more relaxing than using a hair dryer if you ask me.

 The dragonslayer would sometimes even hum or sing a familiar tune from days past in that appealing, gravelly baritone of his; would usually lull the already-zen mage into the world of dreams when combined with the sooth dual sensation of fingers combing through her hair, .

"I tell you, I tell you, the dragonborn comes ..."

Anyother guild member who might be eavesdropping, however, would often be quick to lightheartedly goad the blonde mage ( much to her chargin). Natsu no doubt would find this hilarious of course; which would serve for Lucy's cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of crimson than she already was.

"Say Luce, is that a blush I see?" he once crooned, a teasing edge to his words; though the affectionate mirth sparkling in his eyes warmed her heart just a little. "Aw, is my girl a little embarrassed? That's okay though— makes ya all the more adorable and endearing than you already are. You want me to make it all better? Cuz I can! Got plenty of kisses! Come on, you know you want some which I'm more than happy to give. God I love ya' so much, you know that?"

It's amazing really... Lucy ruminated in fond awe. How Natsu can switch between the different roles and sides to him with relative ease. From Romantic and tender to dominant, playful and affectionate; then back again on top of everything else all seemingly at the drop of a hat. All an innate part of his overall nature I guess— essentially what makes up who he is. Some people may find this a bit confusing to keep up with— but I don't. Just makes him all the more complex.

Though those people would also be right when they say that the dude still has a devious streak, she couldn't help but add with wry smirk. Even with me, though never with malicious intent. German suplex, non-stop tickling, dumping me in a tub of freezing cold water during one of our baths— too many pranks to count really. At least he's always quick to follow up with plenty of affection ever since we became an item— can't complain about that."

"You ready to get started Lucy?" Natsu's keen voice broke through Lucy's reverie.

"You know it!" The celestial mage chirped, unable to mask the pure enthusiasm in her voice; earning an amused chuckle from the dragon wizard . "Can't wait. I take it you'll be hoarding me for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Mhmm" Came his content hum in response." That really a bad thing, though?"

"No, definitely not."

"I figured. Why don't we get you up on that massage bed?"

"Sure thing!"

A buzz of anticipation was practically thrumming in Lucy's blood from such tantalizing implications of his words; the stunt Natsu pulled next , though— that was what really shot a thrilling jolt up her spine.

"Let's finish what we started later, yeah?"

The dragonslayer's proposal was punctuated by a light tap on the summoner's ass for good measure,; which resulted in a delighted squeal.

"O-okay!" was said female's response in the form of a breathy giggle.

"Let me get you that towel while I'm at it."

"Sure— thanks."

"My pleasure."

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A Few Minutes Later

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"Ugh...do me a huge favor and burn this towel. Will ya?"

Lucy couldn't help but let out an audible groan along with the heat rising in her cheeks. Good god was the particularly moist spot on the white towel a truly mortifying sight to behold. Basically tell-tale remnants of liquid arousal that had been wiped clean from her legs just moments before.

Mavis only knows what would happen if Levy or Cana noticed during laundry duty.

" Okay... why though?" Natsu questioned, brows drawing together in mild confusion. "As in why do you want me to?"

"Guild Laundry day" came Lucy's automatic reply."That's why."

"Not following ya.' Natsu blinked owlishly in uncomprehension.

"Levy…..and Cana….." Lucy supplied, a finger twirling an errant strand of blonde hair in :a self-conscious display." "I... uh.."

"Still don't know what you mean here, Luce."

"It's their turn to do laundry duty." She attempted to break down what was apparently such an abstract concept into simpler terms; not able to help the aggravation rising in the back of her mind.

"Yeah? So?"

"They'll probably see the moist stain on the towel." Lucy clarified, forcing her voice to remain level.

"I see— don't see the problem though."

"Think about who'll most likely be with them ."

"Gajeel and Laxus but…...ahh—"

Realization dawned on Natsu's face. "I get it now. What you're saying is that they'll probably catch a whiff of your arousal? "

"Well, the lingering remnants of the scent anyway. Seriously though?" he tacked on, lifting a questioning brow."That's what you're worried about?"

"Yeah... I am," Lucy admitted, nerves leaking into her voice. "Aren't you?"

"Not really, no." Natsu gave a shrug of his shoulders—seemingly unfazed.

"Why's that?" Lucy couldn't help but shoot him a puzzled glance. 

"Cuz it'll show everyone how much I rocked your world." Natsu replied, flashing his mate a cheeky grin. " And what's not to love about that?"

"Pervert — of course you'd say that!" Lucy screeched, skin flushing a deep shade of crimson.

"That's me!"

"Ugh, still don't know what to do about the moist spot— those four are never gonna let me live it down."

"You know if you're that worried, I could always use my tongue to clean ya up instead." Natsu drawled with a lazy smirk that set her heart all pit-patter .

"And of course, you'd suggest that," Lucy quipped with a slight roll of her eyes. "Did I mention how much of a horn dragon you are? "

"Yeah, but only for a certain gorgeous blonde of mine and she loves it."

"Oh, she does, huh?" Lucy raised a challenging brow.

"Yep. Don't bother trying to deny it, Luce".

"Ugh fine... you're right. I do. Seriously, you and your colossal ego though."

"Why, thank you! If you're impressed by that, you'd really should see my co—"

The rest of Natsu's words were cut off by Lucy's hand swatting him with a pillow which was met with a snicker.

"Pervert" Lucy deadpanned with another eye roll. "By way, you would've found yourself in the proverbial dog house if you actually meant the other kind of 'fighting earlier."

Only for Natsu's face to instantly fall in response to her statement.

"What?" Natsu objected, gaping at her with wide eyes. " And deprive me of the chance to wake up to your beautiful face each morning for that long?!"

"Yep." Lucy gave a nod by way of reply.

"But why? You know that's not the type of fightin' I met!"

"Well yeah, I know that now. But not earlier when you originally brought up. Just be glad that you didn't bail on our date earlier."

"I didn't though! And never would— honest Luce!" Natsu's voice lifted into a petulant whine.

"Hmm.. Okay, good to know. " Lucy responded, raising her hands to placate him. "Though you'll have to be without me for a few days anyway.

"Wait, seriously?" Natsu faltered , bewildered panic flashing in his eyes. . "Come on! What is it this time?"

"Camping retreat in the woods next week that Cana, Mira, Lisanna, and Erza are organizing— ladies only."

"W-ha?" Natsu continued to sputter, his poor brain no doubt short circuiting by now." But Elfman said that it was open to anyone who's free to go!"

"Really? Lucy mused in thoughtful interest. "That's not what I heard... huh."

"What am I supposed to do without you?"

"How about something fun with the guys? Should be nice, right?"

"Yeah, but so is spending time with you Lucy! It's always more fun when we're together like you said."

"And I don't disagree. Doesn't change anything though. The trip's still happening."

"Didn't say it wasn't but it'd still suck here without you! Natsu moaned, that desperate sense of longing bleeding into his voice. " I'd miss ya' too much! So would our little buddy! Can't we tag along? Maybe Even share an air mattress in a decent-sized tent? I'd gladly help set up and keep you cozy in my arms at night."

"What about Happy?" Lucy questioned, intrigued by his suggestion. His offer does sound really tempting.

"Obviously he'd share the tent with us but would have his own sleeping bag and could hang with Wendy and Carla whenever we wanted alone time. Plus there are all these cool spots I could take you to on nature hikes!."

"Sounds great."

"Course it is! So whaddya say? You onboard?" Natsu wheedled, flashing her what could only be described as the most flawless puppy eyes she'd ever seen.

"Aw that's really tempting and" Lucy gushed, heart contracting at the adorable pout he was throwing in too. Normally I'd say yes"— but it'll have to wait. Thank you though! I'd love to take you up on that offer another day."

"Oh come on— please I wanna go!" Natsu huffed,stamping his foot as if he were a child pitching a fit over being denied a coveted toy- quite an amusing display to say the least.

"Not this time I'm afraid. Sorry, them's the brakes."

"Lucyyyyyyyyy!" Natsu whined again, dragging the syllables of her name with such melodrama that she finally decided to let him off the hook

" Jeez.. enough with the dramatics already. " Lucy yielded with an exasperated groan, You can still come— the trip is for everyone. I was only kidding after all."

Said confession was met with a noise of stunned dimsay from from the pyro.

"Wait... so ya' mean to tell me that this was a joke?! he muttered, voice coming out with a small pinch of disbelief. "You were pulling my leg the entire time?"

"Yep— consider it payback for me making think you were gonna ditch earlier."

"That's why? That's not nice, Luce— not very nice at all." Natsu grumbled, though not with any real heat.

"Oh yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" Lucy baited, a daring lilt to her words.

" Oh —- wouldn't you like to know?" Natsu rumbled, eyes sparking in a such a calculating way that it sent a electrifying chill down Lucy's spine.

"I would— ngh! Nastuuuu!"

The rest of what Lucy was attempting to say Lucy's words were cut off by the lighting- fast sweep of Natsu's velvet tongue up her thighs . Not to mention that electric high-voltage jolt of ecstasy flooding her veins.

"There! that should show ya!" Natsu let out a cackle of glee. " Not to ever play dirty tricks on a dragon I mean. Guess you're not gonna need that towel after all, huh Lucy?"

"My God..."

"Yeah, I know . Just that amazing with my tongue, I guess. Natsu purred, voice laced with am indecorous promise "Plus, hearing ya' scream my name like that just gave me another hard-on that I'd love for you to see .. "

"Jeez … of course it'd would . and no real shocker that you would say something like that."

"Yep- you know me so well, Luce. and it's not like you're complain' anyway. Want me to prove it?"

" Maybe.. But God- you're such a pompous ass, you know that?"

"Yeah but all part of my charm, sweetheart."

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A/N: And that's Chapter 9 folks! My apologies for the delay by the way! I originally wanted to post this much sooner but got hit with writer's block after getting a somewhat stumped on a particular segment of this chapter. I've also been with my other ongoing fanfics, WIPs and responsibilities among other things in my life . That all aside, at least this chapter was finally posted! Now please feel free to do me a solid and let me know what you think by leaving a comment/ review! Stay tuned for Chapter 10 too! Oh and please feel free to check out the rest of my writing which can be found above, on my profiles and in master post if reading this on tumblr. All right, that's pretty much all I have to say for now! Thanks to all my mutuals/friends, readers and followers for their continuous support over the years! (Corresponding links for the master of my writing and profiles can be found above, in the navigation bar of the desktop and bio if reading this on tumblr.) Until next time-take care!

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Meetings

EDIT 15 December: Peep This Part Two, Sweetbean! Who needs a bj? Masamuneitsuhide! Mitsuhide needs way more love in this fandom (and in the mouths that love him?) period. Someone on the SLBP Discord brought up this concept-- I believe in discussing a request that had been made, this is not meant to directly satisfy that request or horn in on anyone else’s efforts, I just could not get the office better-than-an-old-fashioned (#officenewfangled?) out of my head, and I bipped this up in less than 24 hours because that’s how my brain lets me address my to-write list. WTF PSEUDOBRAIN.

Please enjoy, gentle readers! Hope everyone is having a wonderful almost-winter. Here in the midwestern US I sit green and hella jelly that friends around the country have snow and I’ve got exactly bupkis except frozen ground. I am drinking ALL the hot chocolate in protest in a move I am CERTAIN my health care provider would give me a thumbs up on.

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Akechi Mitsuhide tried his best, always. Including making sure he was ready for work in the morning and had everything he needed.

But. If he was foolish or rushed enough to leave something he needed at home, his wife was always gracious enough to bring it to work with her later that morning. They’d have a sweet, teasing phone call and arrange to meet up on campus so he could get it. She worked for the university’s school of nursing and he was the dean of the college of letters and sciences. So it was easy to meet during the day. Walk one of the tiny garden paths between buildings, admire nature while holding hands. The two of them were respectable. Comfortable. Sweet on one another. His secretary and his wife adored each other. They certainly got to talk often enough.

There had been a day where he was so flustered from waking up to a thrice-snoozed alarm (she had worn that damned, blessed dress to a foundation dinner the night before, and they had been up correspondingly late) he ran out the door as soon as he possibly could to make the train just in time to catch his first meeting of the day.

Without a tie, or his satchel.

But she was waiting for him in his office when he arrived there after the meeting. She presented him with a bagel, too, toasted just as he preferred and with the right amount of cream cheese on it and still warm in the napkins she’d wrapped it in at home. She looped his tie around his neck with sure hands, smoothing it gently against his chest when she was done. She told him she loved him and to have a good day. And then she sauntered... because it could only be called a saunter, and if she could walk at all after the night before a saunter was certainly appropriate, out of his office to go about her own day.

And his whole heart, his whole body, sighed in happiness to love and be loved by her. Their partnership was so solid. They were really in a happy place.

Then there had been another morning when he hadn’t realized his laptop wasn’t in the satchel before leaving; somehow the weight of several folios in its place had comparable heft. When he got to his office after yet another first-thing-in-the-morning meeting with Provost Oda and learned of his mistake, he considered just operating from the desktop all day. As he turned to the monitor, he saw a post-it note with familiar writing.

Check under your desk, darling. Xoxo.

There was his laptop, with a granola bar and a bottle of coffee resting on top of it. His body got goosebumps and the most delicious warmth, knowing she had been here not long ago, knowing that his wife took the best care of him that she could. He needed to do better for both their sakes, but the comfort of knowing someone was always there for him was so very reassuring.

He sent her flowers. The florist was very familiar with him and what he liked to send his wife, and took his order with an obvious smile in her voice. That night at home Tsumime called for him to please bring her a robe, and when he opened the door, petals were floating on her bathwater.

The two of them made a terrible mess of the ensuite. God, he loved her so. And he felt relieved and reassured every day that he trusted she loved him, too; made it so obvious through the care she took of him and of them.

After that, she would hide presents under his desk from time to time, always leaving a post-it on his monitor or phone or a little doodle and smile on the date on his desk calendar. The presents would be things he had forgotten, or poems she had written for him, or an unexpected packed lunch of his favorite treats. Always wonderful, always very her, always very them.

Today’s meeting with all the other deans had been long and particularly hard to get through. The bunch usually worked well together, but this morning… something had been off. He was unsettled when he returned to his office. A tired smile for his secretary was all the greeting he could manage.

“Welcome back, Mr. Akechi. Can I get you anything?”

“Good morning, Hidemitsu. No, thank you."

He stopped halfway between Hide's desk and the door to his office.

"Er—actually, could you try to get Tsumime on the phone, please?”

“Ah…” His secretary’s face looked pained. Usually Mitsuhide would stop and make sure everything was alright, but this morning had just been too heavy. He waved off his own request with a casual “Don’t worry about it,” and opened the door to his office.

He hung up his coat on the rack and sat down on the firm sofa just inside the door. It took less than a minute to realize this was not a problem he could think through, he needed to work it through. He should email the holdouts from this morning’s meeting and see what assurances they needed to proceed confidently. So he got up, rolled his shoulders, and moved to his desk.

He glanced at the messages Hide had left in a neat pile on his desk before laying his thumb on the monitor’s sensor to turn it on. He sat down and had his fingers on the keys before he thought maybe, maybe, she might have stopped by with a present earlier. She always seemed to know. If not, it would be no disappointment—her gifts were always appreciated but unexpected—but… it had been a difficult morning, and he just... wanted to check. He felt foolish but decided to let himself peek.

So he pushed back his chair, enough to be able to peek under his desk.

A pair of sweet, dark eyes flashed back at him, above the smile he loved best in all the world. He was glad he had looked!

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, my dear,” he said, meaning every word. Her smile grew.

“I love you,” she said. “Umeko told me the meeting didn’t go so well this morning. Are you okay?”

“I love you,” he said, thanking his lucky stars. “Sweetheart, won’t you come out from under th—hey!”

She came forward a bit, not entirely out from under the desk as he’d try to ask, but now her beautiful face was in the light and looking at him with an expression of complete care and radiant love. Her palms were on the tops of his thighs with a promise of a different kind of complete care. Not the flowery kind, but very intensely felt.

“No, my darling, I think I’ll stay right here for a few minutes.”

She had his trousers unzipped and unfastened, and his cock out in the air and then in her mouth and hands before his brain could quite catch up with her.

God, it was warm.

God, it was so comfortable and thrilling.

God, he wanted to wrap her perfectly curled ponytail around his wrist and hold her head and fuck. her. face.

NO!

“Sweetheart,” he tried again, voice a squeak, a rasp, unfamiliar to him. “Thi-this is so good. But you... d-don’t have to oh my god…”

She was doing some delicate thing with her teeth along the lower ridge of his shaft, something new and wonderful. Then her mouth was gone from him, and he, so proud of his self-control, actually whined.

“Mr. Akechi,” she said sweetly, all deference. His cock twitched when he heard her call him that, and the movement did not escape her notice, coquettish eyes drifting down to watch and then back up to his.

“I would never do anything I did not want to do. And I very much,”

She moved her mouth closer to the head of him. He held his breath.

“...want to do...”

The flat of her tongue went from the base of his cock to the tip. It was only the complete power of her eyes, locked with his, that kept him from throwing back his head.

“...this.”

She hissed the word but it was a sweet sound, and the little kiss she placed on his tip had his own mouth forming a grin—

Until she pushed her open mouth onto him, and he hit the back of her throat. Until she hummed around him, and he nearly died on a groan.

Mitsuhide murmured her name, breathing erratically. He brought a hand to her hair but just let it rest. It would not be safe to thread his fingers through her hair, wouldn’t do to mess it up—and he would—or lose control and push her down against his crotch.

She held him in her throat like she was keeping him safe. And in a way she was. Only his Tsumime could manage so earthy an act as a clear effort of love.

“Darling,” he said with extreme effort, “I’m—nnh—very, very grateful for this.”

She brought her head back.

“I know, Mitsuhide,” she said softly. She pressed a kiss to his length, and then kisses became long, slow licks before she took him back into her mouth and treated him with care he could never deserve.

It was the most careful (the sense of being full of care only. They were in his office!) blow job he had ever received. It could only be ranked evenly with all the other presents she would ever hide under his desk, because they were gifts of her regard for him, and there was no putting things that precious in order.

He stuttered her name as her magic brought him close. He knew he would wreck her beautiful hair if he didn’t move his hand right that minute, so he did, both hands now on the arms of his chair.

“Honey,” she said around him, “it’s alright. I love you, and I want to help you relax.”

God, this woman.

“I-I think I would get rough, and I don’t want to, here.”

Her eyes showed him her sweet smile when her mouth could not. “Okay.”

She went slower, and drew his orgasm from him with the gentle dedication of a dream. Before his mind went blank he resolved return this favor as soon as she would let him. And make her dinner. It was her night to make dinner, right? So he could do that. And buy tickets to that symphony. And take a day off the following month and ask her to do the same, so they could spend special time together.

Tsumime didn’t always swallow—he never expected her to—but this time she made a show of it, showing him the milkiness on her tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing. And fuck if she didn’t make even that look as elegant as ballet.

She used her mouth to clean him up and then nuzzled her cheek against the inside of one of his thighs as she tucked his manhood back into his clothes and refastened his trousers.

“Tsumime,” he breathed, feeling safe now to stroke her hair, “You are the best thing in my world.”

“As you are in mine,” she said, pushing up on her knees and reaching to pull him to her kiss. He rested his forehead against hers when they were done, and then helped her stand up.

“I love you,” he said when she was in his arms, stroking her back in their usual matched rhythm of the soothing gesture.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know. I love you, too. I’m sorry it was a tough meeting.”

“…What?”

She pulled back from him with a silly expression. “Your meeting this morning?”

He could feel his own cheeks coloring. Mitsuhide had honestly forgotten, and confessed as much. She laughed with delight that made him want to fight dragons to give her anything, everything she ever desired.

“I’m going to go to my own office now. I hope your day gets better,” she said, cupping his cheek.

Laying his hand over hers, he replied, “I am honestly not sure how it could be improved at the moment.”

His wife glanced at the sofa in his office. “I have any idea,” she said, soft and arch and-- god, this woman, his wife-- “But I’ll save it for the next bad meeting. And may it be a long time in coming.”

He could not help pulling her to him by her waist, pushing his groin to her body.

“Not too long,” he said, a heavy, beautiful wish. Her smile widened.

“I love you, Mitsuhide.”

“I love you, Tsumime. Thank you.”

She parted from his body slowly, and gave him a little wave.

And then she was gone.

He returned to his desk chair, relaxed but already missing her.

There was a note on his monitor that had absolutely not been there before he found her.

A small gift under the desk for you. I love you always.

Mitsuhide pressed a kiss to the paper before tucking it in his shirt pocket, knowing himself to be the luckiest man on the planet.

A box was indeed leaning against the paneling that made up the deskfront. He got out of his chair to kneel and reach for it, breathing in deeply to try to catch wind of her perfume. No luck, sadly. As he fished the little box out he wondered what might be inside—she didn’t like to give gift cards, and that was the type of box she had left him.

The box, he realized, did smell very much like her, so much so that she had to have used her perfume on it. He breathed in deeply and then sat the box on the surface of his desk and sat himself down to open it with proper ceremony.

He shimmied the lid off and set it to the side. The fine tissue paper she’d folded over whatever little treasure she left for him made him smile. His wife had the best eye for these details. He moved the paper, curious.

He went pale as his pulse spiked. Skyrocketed, really. His mouth was drier than the day of their wedding and his pants were much too tight. Everything felt too tight.

The phone chirped and he nearly jumped, covering the box with his hands like a guilty child.

Hide's voice, back to his normal pleasant professionalism, was on the speaker: “Mr. Akechi, Mr. Toyotomi is calling. Are you available?”

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Secrets - SoA: Chapter 5

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 5: Chibs and reader go back to Chibs’ place, reader gets an email Warnings: language, implied smut A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, so SPOILERS – I don’t write smut soooo, sorry, not sorry Word Count:   2800 Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller  @sam-samcro  @tstieff  @yourcroweater  @kacilove26  @hiddlelove  @evilsorceress  @reallynigga21

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     Chibs, of all people, knew that life was too short to be wasting time worrying over bullshit. (Y|N) made it clear that she was interested, there was no question. Just because he’d been burned in the past, didn’t mean he would be now. There was something about (Y|N) that told him she was someone he could trust, someone he could let in, all the way.      When he got back to the shop and saw her standing there in the door, the sun making her hair glow, all he thought was “m’aingeal.” When he got close and she called him by his name… Maybe he had a heart after all, maybe he could convince her to stay when her work was done.      Now, with her behind him on his motorcycle, all he could think about was her body and how it was pressed against him, her arms wrapped around his chest. He took her hand from his chest and placed a kiss on the palm of her hand before returning it to the same spot and rolling on the throttle.

     He had taken your hand as soon as he got off his motorcycle and hadn’t let go, like if he had, you might run away. There was no way in hell that was going to happen. You and Chibs were finally going to finish your “conversation” from that morning. As soon as you got in the door to his apartment, he let go of your hand and pressed you against the closed door, unzipping your coat. You looked up into his eyes, his desire for you written in the depths of his brown eyes.      As Filip pulled down the zipper on your coat, he leaned closer and captured your mouth with his. He went agonizingly slow. You could feel every tooth on the zipper give way, all the while, his tongue explored your mouth, licking, swirling, caressing. Your hands gripped his kutte, unwilling to let him escape. Finally, your jacket was open and Filip’s hands grazed your breasts causing you to moan into him. His hands went up to slip the coat off your shoulders and it landed with a solid thump on the floor. Clothes littered the floor as you and Filip made your way to his bedroom.

     He didn’t know what time it was. It was fully nighttime but the moonlight was spilling into his bedroom through the glass blocks. (Y|N)’s skin almost shone in the soft light. She was sleeping on her side facing him one hand up by her face, the other tucked under her elbow. He reached carefully to move away a strand of hair that had fallen over her shoulder, his fingertips brushing over her smooth skin.      “M’aingeal,” he murmured and pulled the sheet up under her arm.      He’d taken his time with her, learning what she liked, making her love every second with him. He tried different things until he found her rhythm. He didn’t stop until she moaned his name. He couldn’t get enough of her. Later, he made love to her until her legs were shaking and screaming for him. He liked the feel of her hands on him, all over his body…the way she seemed to be just as hungry for him as he was for her…      How he was feeling scared him a little. (Y|N) was great. Her sense of humor was close to his, she was smart, she took obstacles in stride, and he was pretty sure that she even liked his brothers. He liked her a lot, maybe too much. He didn’t want to let her get too close, but he didn’t want her to leave either. In fact, that was probably what scared him most, he wanted her to stay… It seemed like whenever someone got too close to him, something happened. Jimmy O had stolen Fi, his wife, right out from under his nose, Althea… well, she was another type of woman. He’d always thought like he was the one she chose to feel a little dangerous with, too.      Even after Althea had told him to fuck off, she still came around now and again, looking to get laid. Only one time, he’d gone against his better judgment and screwed her. That was all it took though, she would show up at parties the club held, the Charming fair, and other mundane places, looking for him. He’d told her to back off, but she persisted. Althea could be vindictive and mean, he didn’t want (Y|N) to encounter that.      “Nothing will touch you, mo ghaol,” he whispered to her.      She stirred just then and he regretted waking her.      “Filip? Are you okay?” she asked, barely aware.      “Fine, lass,” he assured her, “Go back to sleep.”      She rolled over to face the glass window, exposing her breasts. My God, she’s beautiful, he thought, not just meaning her body. He settled in behind her and pulled up the blankets, covering them both.

     You woke to the bright morning light flooding Chibs’ bedroom. This was getting to be an annoying recurrence. Why the hell didn’t he have a curtain, or something? His personality didn’t scream “morning person.” The fact that he’d made love to you three times since getting back from TM told you that he preferred the night. You weren’t even sure if he’d slept much. Didn’t matter though, he was holding you close again, sleeping soundly. Both arms around you, one leg between yours, his breath soft and even on your bare shoulder. Filip Telford had made it his mission the night before to send you into the throes of ecstasy, and he had succeeded each time.      Unsure of the actual time, you picked up your phone carefully so you didn’t disturb Chibs. Pushing the ‘home’ button and the display showed 0545. Fucking military, you thought to yourself. Ever since you’d been in the service, you had a hard time sleeping past 0600. It didn’t matter what you had been doing or when you had actually gotten to bed, your damned internal clock told you to get up at 0600. You noticed one of the icons at the top was showing you that you had an email.      Your email accounts were all linked to your phone, but there was one account that had to be accessed from a desktop computer, your secure email. When you touched the mail icon, you saw that there was new mail in the secure mail mailbox. You didn’t need to know who it was from. Only one person would be sending you mail to that particular inbox, Jack, your COO. Your heart started to pound in your chest. Jack was damned good at his job, but you hadn’t expected him to come through with your request so quickly. You decided that now, while Chibs was still out, was the best time to look at what Jack had sent, rather than waiting.      You hated rolling out of the security of Chibs’ body. Opportunities like this, private time, didn’t often present themselves so you needed to take advantage while you could. Sliding to the floor, you looked around for the SAMCRO t-shirt he had let you sleep in the previous night. You spotted a corner of it and pulled the shirt out from under the bed to put it on. Your bag had been moved into the bedroom the day before and from there you pulled out your laptop and booted it up.      He had a chair and a small table set up by the glass blocks. Pulling the table in front of you, you put the laptop on it and logged into your system. That simple mail icon suddenly looked very daunting. Since arriving in Charming, everyone you’d met was very nice to you. It made you wonder if it was because they were just nice or if because everywhere you went, Chibs introduced you as “Bud’s girl.” You felt a little shitty about being shady like this, but you needed answers. Whatever was in the email from Jack would probably answer all of the questions you had about your father, maybe even your mother, too.      Double-clicking on the message brought up a text body from Jack and there were several attachments.         “Hi Kiddo,

                The name of our gal in the IRS is Alice Montgomery. She’s been helpful for a long time, I’m sure she can be helpful for you too.                 Attached are files about the major players associated with the club. The ones about your dad are noted. Kiddo, when he knew what was coming, we started making videos. They’ve been edited together. It’s his side of the story. It’s a bit rough to watch, but it says it all.            Let me know if you need me,                   Jack”      Well, that’s just super. You weren’t sure that you could look at the video of your dad just yet. Thinking it would be better, you opened the file that was saved as “John Teller” and began reading. The files read like a story, almost. It was memories your dad had jotted down as well as research Jack had done into what things he had been associated with. It wasn’t until you got to his arrest record and saw his mug shot that the memories all started flooding back. You remembered him. He was the uncle that always liked to pick you up when he first saw you. He’d always say how he wanted his own little girl but spoiling you would do just fine. Oh god… What the police reports didn’t cover was added by your dad or Jack.      There were a lot of files and pictures to wade through. Slowly but surely, the picture in your mind of the uncle you could barely remember started to become clearer. To you, he seemed like a man who loved his family, the Sons included, and wanted to live life how he saw fit, then things took a turn. The police report for the “accident” looked fake to you, but you weren’t sure of it until you started reading the file on Clay Morrow.      Your dad was only speculating, and he made that point clear, but you found that your dad had rarely been wrong when he assessed people. It was, of course, how he made a living, reading people, knowing what they wanted and getting it for them. Once you got through Clay’s file, you wanted to kill him all over again. You slammed your laptop shut.      “Goddamn-mother-fucking-cock-sucking-son-of-a-whore,” you grumbled.      “Good mornin’ to you, too,” Chibs said softly.      “Shit, I’m sorry, did I wake you?”      “No, thought you were gone,” he was looking at you, his arm bent with his head resting on his hand. “Then I heard the words of an angel.”      You chuckled, “Yeah, sorry. I was reading something that pissed me off.”      “I pieced that one together.”      He held the covers up for you while you crawled into bed and burrowed in close to him. Your lips met his for a deep, good morning kiss. He broke away first.      Needing to know, “Wha’ were ye readin’, lass?”      His hand went up under your shirt to rest on your hip, his thumb stroking your skin. Your first instinct was to lie to him and tell him it was some bullshit story on the internet. When you looked in his eyes, you didn’t want to lie. Pact or not, you didn’t want to have the kind of relationship with him that was built on lies. Even so, it was still hard as hell to tell him the truth since you pulled some shady shit.      “I asked my COO, Jack, to run a check on the Sons and send me everything,” you were watching him for a reaction. He didn’t seem pleased, but he didn’t push you away either. “My dad and Jack made the files when they knew my dad was dying. They were thorough. I haven’t looked at it all yet. Just John and Clay Morrow.”      “Is there one on me in there?” he asked after a few moments. You nodded. “I’ve not been an angel, lass. I’ve done things that you may not find forgivable.”     After reading the two files, and with your dad knowing ALL of the things you’d done over the years and he was still proud of you… well, you doubted there could be much Chibs could have done to not forgive.      “I’m not worried about it,” you admitted. “I’m not exactly gonna be wearing a white hat anytime soon, that’s for damn sure.”      He perked up at that, “Oh, aye? Enlighten me.”      “Okay,” you said. “I’ll tell you one thing I did that you don’t already know.”      “I’m listening.”     “I have zero debt. In fact, I’ve never had any. Ask me how,” you instructed.      “How?”      “When I was in college, I ran a very lucrative sports book. Paid for all of college,” you confessed.      “How’d you manage that?”      “Laundered it through a buddy’s business. Not even a hint that anyone was onto it. I was very careful,” you told him.      He was looking at you like you were made of cotton candy. “Jeaysus Chroist, lass. Did yer da teach ye tha’?”      It was your turn to look at him with shock, “My dad? No, he didn’t. Did he run a book?”      “Aye, was damn good at it, too,” he said. “Got the club a shitload of money. Buddy was always good with money.”      So, your dad ran a sports book, too, of course he did. No wonder he was always down to watch all manner of sports with you, speculating on how many times the ball would be fumbled during a game, what so-and-so’s 3 point line average would be.

     You laid there looking at Chibs for a moment, debating whether or not you wanted to ask him again where he was all day yesterday. Sometimes, you knew when not to push and judging by the way Chibs was looking at you, it was one of those times. Thankfully, your stomach rumbled, breaking the silence.      “Should we go out to breakfast?” you asked.      “That sounds like a great idea, let’s shower,” he said grabbing your hand, taking you to the bathroom.

     At breakfast, he told (Y|N) that he needed to go to Stockton and check on Diosa. Surprisingly, she knew a little Spanish which led to questions about what sort of establishment it was. She didn’t look pleased that he would be spending the day with escorts.      “Look, I know I just got here, and I have no business presuming I have any hold over you, but…” you felt heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m not one to sleep around, Filip.”      “Neither am I, lass,” he assured her. It was mostly true, but the croweaters and hang-arounds never really fulfilled the need he had, they were just a distraction and he never really did anything with them, anyway. He just hadn’t expected (Y|N) to walk into his life and fill that need so quickly. When he told her he didn’t sleep around, she gave him that smile, the one that would make him do anything she asked.      “Tell me about the club. How it works. What you do. Things like that,” she said.      There wasn’t much he could tell her that she wouldn’t be able to figure out on her own. However, he did tell her how the hierarchy worked, who was allowed to do what, where they were allowed to be, who got to know what things and who didn’t. It was probably best she knew about it in advance.      “I forgot to mention,” he said, “The club is hosting a St. Patrick’s Day party tomorrow at RedWoody.”      “RedWoody?!” she was smiling, her eyebrows raised. “Are you shitting me?”      He found himself grinning back. “Aye, the club is the proud owner of RedWoody Entertainment.”      She put her hands over her mouth as she gasped. “Oh. My. God. Please tell me it’s what I think it is.”      “If you think it is wonderfully profitable porn movie production studio, you would be correct,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.      She chuckled again, shocked expression still on her face, “Well, legit is legit. It’s trashy as all hell, but legit. Soooo, as a friend of the club, do I get to go? Am I invited? Can I bring a date?”      “Aye, you get ta go, but you belong wi’ me,” his tone not leaving room for discussion.      “Hmm… belong with you, huh? Moving things a little fast, aren’t you Chibs? Being your date and all, you ‘claiming’ me such as it is, isn’t that something reserved for your old lady?” she smiled that smile…      Goddamnit, she caught on quick. “Aye, it is.”      “Pick me up at 8, and don’t be late,” her eyes twinkled.      “Yes, mo ghraidh,” he answered.

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From Renard's World

Blogging Is Beautiful!

“Shannon, I would like your opinion on something,” Ashley said.

“Sure, Ashley. What it is exactly that you would like my opinion on?” Shannon asked.

“Well, I know that you are a blogger and I have been thinking about getting into blogging myself. I would like to know which blogging platform to use?” Ashley asked.

“Oh, it doesn’t really matter,” Shannon said.

“Huh?” Ashley blurted out loudly; she donned the facial expression of a woman who was confused.

“It doesn’t really matter, because it is all about publishing quality content,” Shannon said in a very confident tone of voice.

“But, if my memory serves me correctly, I believe that you have a blog on WordPress, right?” Ashley uttered.

“Yes, Ashley. You are right. I do have a WordPress blog,” Shannon said.

“Well, in that case, I am going to go with WordPress,” Ashley said.

“Good choice, Ashley,” Shannon said. “So, have you made up your mind as to what your blog is going to be about?”

“Yes, Shannon,” Ashley said with a wide grin on her face. “It is going to be based on book reviews!”

Both women laughed.

Shannon got up from the chair that she was sitting on and said, “Please follow me, Ashley. I am taking you to my computer room right down the hall.”

Ashley looked at a few of the beautiful paintings that hung majestically on Shannon’s white-coloured wall while she followed her friend, Shannon to the computer room.

Shannon opened the door for her friend, Ashley and said, “After you,” stating politely that she would like Ashley to be the first one to enter the computer room.

Ashley nodded and entered Shannon’s computer room. “Wow! This is amazing!” Ashley said looking at the three high-end computers in their respective workstations.

“Pick anyone,” Shannon said. “The computer to the right-hand side of the room is an Apple iMac with the latest macOS, the computer in the middle of the room is a Dell desktop computer with the latest version of Windows on it and to the left-hand side of the room, there is a HP desktop computer with Linux; it has the latest version of Linux Mint installed on it.”

“I will go with the HP desktop with the latest version of Linux Mint on it,” Ashley said.

“What?” Shannon said; she was pleasantly surprised by Ashley’s choice of computer and operating system. “We have been friends since kindergarten times and you never once mentioned to me that you use Linux.”

Ashley laughed and said, “Well, that is because you never asked. I started using Linux about three years ago. I have Linux installed on my computer at home — Ubuntu to be precise, and I chose to use Linux Mint, because it is based on Ubuntu.”

Shannon showed her friend, Ashley, how to set up a free blog on WordPress and she even went as far as helping her choose a lovely-looking theme for her blog.

“Thank you, Shannon,” Ashley said. “I will add a blog post to my new blog as soon as I find a new book to review.”

“You are welcome, Ashley,” Shannon said with a happy-looking facial expression on her face. “I have a strong feeling that you are going to be a very good book blogger and you are going to see for yourself how wonderful blogging really is!”

Ashley got up from the workstation and said, “Thanks for everything, Shannon. I will send you a text message as soon as I publish my first book review on my blog.”

“Good! I will be looking out for that text message, Ashley!” Shannon said.

You Are Free To Do Your Own Thing

Yes, my friend. You are free to do your own thing. If you want, you can even do like Ashley and create a blog that is based on book reviews.

Here are some of the things that people have been posting on their blogs:

Fashion

Blogging     advice

Spirituality

Philosophy

Science

Animals

Food

Music

Okay, you do get the general idea of the things that you can post on your blog.

However, I would like to inform you, that if the content of your blog is in violation of your blogging platform’s Terms of Service, your blog will be deleted — you will no longer have access to your blog (You can avoid that nightmare by going self-hosted).

You Are Free To Choose Any Blogging Platform

Shannon was correct when she told her friend, Ashley that it did not matter where she blogged and that the most important thing is to publish quality content.

The God’s/Goddess’ truth is, that your blog is going to do well once there is high-quality content on it. It does not matter if you are blogging on Weebly, Blogger or WordPress.

But, I would like to state for the record, that nothing really beats WordPress in the area of SEO — WordPress themes were created with SEO in mind.

However, having a blog on Blogger provides the person with the advantage of having their blog posts being indexed quickly by Google (After all, Blogger is owned by Google).

I had to wait a little under three weeks for Google to index the blog posts on my WordPress blog (I should consider myself lucky, because the folks at Automattic said that it takes approximately four to six weeks before Google starts indexing new WordPress blogs).

Anyway, one of my favourite features is, the WordPress.com Reader; it allows the bloggers on their platform to easily locate the topics that they are interested in by typing in the topic of their choice in the “Tags” section.

Unfortunately, the “Next Blog” button does not always direct the users of Blogger to the types of blogs that the are interested in (When I was a Blogger, it took me over an hour to come across a blog that I was interested in via the “Next Blog” button and it directed me to a large percentage of abandoned blogs).

One of the best ways of finding like-minded bloggers is, to join a handful of blogging groups on social media (And, blogging groups usually do not care if your blog is on Weebly, Blogger or WordPress; all they care about is, that you follow the rules and that you share content that is of a high quality)

Interacting With Other Bloggers Is A Lot Of Fun

I do get a huge thrill out of interacting with my fellow bloggers.

Now, in addition to interacting with my fellow bloggers on WordPress, I do interact with other bloggers on Weebly, Blogger and TypePad.

I know for a fact, that a lot of bloggers on WordPress would not even dream of visiting blogs on other blogging platforms.

However, some of them would check out the blogs from their friends on Blogger (Mainly because, they themselves were once bloggers on Blogger).

Also, it is nice to see people from Blogger commenting on WordPress blogs.

To me, blogging is way more fun when I interact with other bloggers in the blogosphere.

Do you ever make it a priority of yours to interact with other bloggers in the blogosphere?

The Learning Never Stops

If you have been blogging for quite a while, you would know without a doubt, that the learning never stops.

Bloggers have learned the following things:

How to go     about writing a blog post.

How to     implement On-Page and Off-Page SEO in regards to their blogs.

How to     implement HTML and CSS codes to their blogs.

What are     the types of blog posts that their audience prefers.

How to go     about promoting their blogs on social media.

Blogging really involves more than publishing a blog post.

Thankfully, there are blogging experts who share this type of information freely online (So, you can learn them at your own pace)

Blogging Is Simpler Than Vlogging

Now, this might appear somewhat controversial since vlogging requires talking to one’s audience by being in front of a camera.

Some people will think, “Well, vlogging is easy. All I have to do is to talk in front of a camera and upload my content on YouTube.”

Vlogging requires way more work because of the following reasons:

You will     need to invest your money in a very good camera if you want to produce 4K     (Ultra-HD) videos.

You will     need to invest your money in getting yourself a very good microphone.

You will     need to invest your money in getting yourself a very good video editing     software.

You will     need to invest your money in getting a powerful computer — a high-end     computer with lots of RAM and computing power to finish the editing     process in record-breaking time.

Vlogging is actually more difficult than it looks.

Thankfully, blogging can be easily accomplished on the worst of computers and on the best of computers.

And, a person can also use their smartphone or their tablet computer to blog.

In my case, I am a bit camera-shy; so blogging is the ideal medium for me (Which is probably the reason why I made blogging easy for myself).

What about you? Do you think that blogging is easier than vlogging? Or is it the other way around for you?

There Are Countless Blogging Themes To Choose From

Another nice thing about blogging is, that you get to choose a beautiful-looking blogging theme for your blog; it can range from clean-looking to extravagant-looking (It is up to the blogger to choose which one they want).

When I was on Blogger, I used to upload a new theme to my blog approximately every six months (One of the perks of being on Blogger is, that you can upload your own theme if you do not like the ones that are readily available on Blogger).

Unfortunately, some of the blogging themes that I used back then were not all that SEO-friendly.

I have noticed that there are less free blogging themes to choose from on WordPress (especially for those people who are on the free plan); you will have to upgrade to the “Premium” plan or the “Business” plan in order to gain access to an unlimited amount of WordPress’ premium themes.

Back in 2012, there were more blogging themes to choose from on the free plan of WordPress. I remembered spending an entire hour looking at blogging themes; I wanted to choose the right one for my blog at the time (Oh well, those were the good old days of my first WordPress blog).

Over the years, I have learned that the most important thing is, having high-quality content on my blog.

Now, I am in no way insinuating that a beautiful-looking blogging theme is not important.

If you have high-quality content on your blog in addition to having a beautiful-looking blogging theme, then all is well with you.

But, it makes no sense at all to have mediocre content on your blog and have it all decorated with a beautiful looking blogging theme.

But, the most important thing is, that you are happy with your chosen blogging theme.

WordPress bloggers are lucky in the sense that the new themes that are available to them are both mobile-friendly and SEO-friendly.

There Is Money To Be Made In Blogging

Bloggers have been making money with their blogs for years (It is not a new concept).

You can make money blogging by doing the following things:

By     monetising your blog.

By getting     paid to write reviews.

By selling     eBooks on your WordPress blog.

By becoming     a blogging coach.

By     creating an Amazon shop on WordPress.

By     starting your very own consulting business on WordPress.

By selling     online courses.

Those are merely some of the ways that WordPress bloggers can bring in the additional income.

Please keep in mind, that some bloggers make way more money than others and that there are bloggers who actually struggle to make a decent living off of blogging.

Getting rich via blogging is not a guarantee (And, if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they are trying to mislead you).

Final Thoughts

So, my friend, you have learned some of the reasons why I think that blogging is beautiful.

Do you think that blogging is beautiful?

If your answer is, “Yes,” I would love to read all about it in the comments thread of my blog.

And, if your answer is, “No,” I would still love to read about it in the comments thread of my blog.

Thank you for checking out, Renard’s World and I do look forward to seeing you once again around my personal space in the blogosphere.