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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Gorgeous

A/N: everyone say thank you to @bhjjyyyyy-blog for the visual and @throughthepostmodernlens for the ✨thoughts✨

warnings: smut.

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She heard a deep, guttural groan leave his lips as his cock twitched, precum leaking down his length. Matty collapsed to his knees, looking up at her with wild eyes.

“Oh, honey, you knees…” she winced, feeling the carpet burn vicariously through him.

Matty was too far gone to feel or worry about his knees. He had only one thing on his mind: her.

She spoke to him gently, checking in, but he didn’t show any signs of listening, so she tugged on his hair to get his attention. His eyes widened, looking up at her. The vulnerability of his position sent a rush straight to her head, his sweet smile and adoring eyes warmed her heart. This man would move heaven and earth for her.

“Matty, baby, are you with me?” He nodded, a moment later, her question taking a while to arrive at, and be processed by, his overstimulated mind.

“Maybe we should stop? You seem out of it.”

“N-“ Matty’s throat felt sore from all the crying out and begging he’s done so far. He swallowed harshly “no, no, please. Wanna keep going.”

She watched him for a moment, scanning his exposed body for any signs of trouble. She saw only pleasure and complete submission. “Alright. But why don’t I help you up, yeah? Let’s get you up on the bed. For what I wanna do next…don’t think it’s safe to be on the floor.” Just a slight hint of mischief in her voice.

Matty’s legs wobbled as he took her hand and made an attempt to stand up.

“Doing so good, baby. Go easy, okay?” She was angelic and sweet in her encouragement, as if she wasn’t the one who’d rendered him so helpless by repeatedly edging him within an inch of cumming several times.

“D-dizzy.” Matty confessed as he looked around the room.

“Poor Angel.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, wrapping her arm around his waist and pulling him to her to steady him. She was genuinely trying to help prevent him from falling again, but the gesture of protection, when he was feeling so helpless, nearly knocked him out. To Matty, it felt more intimate than any of the positively sinful things they’d done together over the course of this relationship so far. He almost teared up.

Gently, she helped him up on the bed. “Get on your back for me, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Good boy, Matty.”

He swore he felt blood rush to his groin at her words. Fuck was he done for. She had him wrapped around her finger and he wasn’t even mad about it.

She got up on the bed, getting comfortable by his side and hovering over his body. The look in her eyes suggested that she was ready to devour him, and he was ready for her to do it.

“Oh!” Matty gasped softly when she ran her fresh, long nails down his torso, scratching at his skin and leaving long trails in her wake.

“Do me a favor, darling?” She batted her eyes at him.

“Any- anything for you.” Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

“Keep your hands behind your back and lay on top of them, please? Want them numb so you don’t try to touch me without permission.” Her gentle tone a strong contrast to the words she’d uttered.

Matty nodded and moved slowly to hide his hands away as she had asked him.

“Perfect.” She smiled, satisfied, and gave his lips a quick kiss.

He watched her size him up, then stare down at his hardened, leaking cock, licking her lips. The knot in the pit of his stomach tightened. He was going to burst with impatience.

“Ohhh- fuck!” He jolted when he felt her finally wrap her hand around him, using his own precum, and a tiny bit of lube, for a smooth pump. She ran her hand up and down his cock a few times, making sure to coat him evenly.

Matty’s hips bucked up frantically. He whined incoherently for her, attempting to beg for more.

“Can feel every ridge, you know that?” She smiled, pleased with herself.

He was too hypnotized by her eyes to noticed that she had moved her free hand down to gently tug on his balls. “Oh my- FUCK!” He cried out, thrusting sharply into the hand that pumped him and losing balance. His hips fell back to the mattress with a thud.

“S-sorry.” He blushed.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” She shook her head, an amused smile on her face. “You look…stunning.”

Deciding to give him a bit of a break, she moved her attention to the rest of his body, “look at you…my gorgeous boy. So pretty. So perfect.” She peppered him with gentle kisses all over his facts before moving downwards to suck on his neck.

Matty was positive his face was red as a tomato. He didn’t think this night could possibly getting any better until he heard her whisper “open your legs for me, my love.” And proceeded to kiss the insides of his thighs. Goosebumps flooded his whole body. His heart could burst with love. No one ever made him feel this way. “Love you.” He mumbled, barely audible.

She heard him, though. She just chose to respond by wrapping two of her fingers around the top of his cock and massage it causing him to moan and scream out.

“Does that feel good, my beautiful boy?”

“Fuckin- Christ! Yes, yes, yes, thank you! Thank you, thank you! More? Yeah? Please?”

His face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth fell open.

“Baby? Please, may I cum?”

“Not yet,” she flicked her wrist, picking up speed with her motions.

“Fuck- baby- I wanna- wanna be good but-“

“What it is, honey? But what?” We was acting clueless and it threw him off for a moment.

“I don’t- I can’t hold it anymore!! please?!! Baby, please? I’m trying, I just-“

“Go, on, honey. Cum for me…” she said softly, laughing at the look of surprise on his face. He’d held it in for so long that he can’t believe she was finally just going to give it to him.

“I- I deserve it? You’re- happy with me?”

“Yes, Matty, baby, of course you deserve it. You can let go, now. Relax.”

He nodded, “o-okay! mhm. I will….”

At long last, an overwhelming wave of pleasure overtook his body, from his head to his toes. She watched, in awe, as his tattooed feet trembled, his toes curling around the bedsheets and digging into the mattress. His hips lifted off the bed as his head struggled against it. The curls in his hair, sweat-drenched and covering his eyes.

His loud breathing filled the room as the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsed through him. He whined pathetically. Feeling sensitive all over. He really wanted to see her, but his eyes were already going blurry, and he could barely keep them open. As if reading his mind, she softly caressed his face, pushing his hair out of his eyes and peaking at him from behind it with a wide grin on her face. “So proud of you.” She praised. “My gorgeous boy.” She kissed his cheek. “And…I love you, too, by the way.”

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tillthelandslide · 1 year

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Pressure Part 2: Missing - Ross Macdonald Series

A/n: really hope you enjoy this new chapter. Tumblr loves to silence me so it would mean a lot of you were to reblog this :) let me know what you think and if you have any ideas, feel free to message me. Let me know if you'd like to be a part of the taglist

Warnings: main character smoking weed, brief mention of drug abuse (kind of), bit of a rollercoaster

Taglist: @thefrontofmymind @throughthepostmodernlens @scooby-doodoo @confusedcrayon @fallingforel @zzzhealy @achangeofheartx @alien-girl-violet

1 missed call from George.

3 messages from Matty.

2 messages from Charli.

1 message from Jamie.

0 missed calls from Ross, 0 texts

1 year and 2 months since Alex.

They were hiding in some dark corner of today's venue, speaking in hushed tones, pressed closely together, different music equipment crowded around them, doing a good job of hiding them. Her hands were resting against his chest as his took in her waist, lips moving against each other as they quietly giggled like teenagers. They remember the days when they were teenagers, acting very similarly to how they were now, hiding this huge secret from their best friends. They felt like there was often this shift in their relationship, they were adults now and they both knew they weren't messing about anymore, this was serious, it was unspoken and sometimes that wasn't enough for Ross, he wanted to know for certain that she was his. But in moments like these, when her soft mouth was pressing relentlessly against his, his mouth swallowing her giggles, pressed tightly against each other, everything else just disappeared.

They kept hearing people walk past, hushing each other when it was someone particularly important. They could hear George asking someone where Ross was, just as Ross had pushed himself forward slightly and against her core, making him groan into her mouth.

"Shhhh" she hushes him, trying not to laugh at the whole ordeal, this would not be the ideal time for her best friend to find out.

Ross continues pressing his lips to hers, eagerly finding her tongue, making her sigh against him.

"Where is this freaking man?" They hear George shout. They both have to suppress their laughter.

"Babe calm down, he's probably on the phone to rob" they hear Charli say.

"Well he's supposed to be doing his fucking job" they laugh at that and pull away from each other.

"You should probably go before he kills you" she murmurs as he places gentle kisses to her mouth. He nods against her, despite not wanting to leave her, mouths separating before meeting again as he does.

They leave one after another after that and she pretends she's only just arrived when she finds the rest of the men in the main room backstage, accepting the firm hug from Charli and then George before she sees Ross behind her, having walked the long way round so they didn't arrive together.

"Where the hell have you been?" George asks and she tries to hide her smirk, doing so quite successfully, although Ross' eyes glint as they find hers.

"On the phone to my brother... Were you looking for me?" He says, reaming unbelievably calm and collected.

"For fucking ages mate" George says making her laugh. Ross smiles at her and she really has to try not to laugh as he speaks.

"You're here! Hi" he says, as if they hadn't just been making out for the past 10 minutes. They hug and she sighs against his chest, chuckling into him so only he can hear.

"Ah good you found Ross" Matty says, and the large man leaves her hold, making her pout "oh and Eliza's here, wonderful" Matty says and he hugs her briefly, before addressing the band.

"Why do you look disheveled?... Whatever they want us for soundcheck" Matty says, looking at Ross,Eliza has to stop herself from chuckling at the whole ordeal. The band leave after that, being ushered away by Matty, meaning Charli and Eliza are left on their own.

Charli's eyebrows raise at her and she feels confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks and Charli shakes her head at her.

"I know the look of someone whose getting good dick... That hickey on your neck and the way you're glowing are tell tell signs" Charli says, she feels conflicted at her own words but she knows, more than anything, Eliza needed her to be normal, just Charli. She knows Eliza wouldn't want her constantly checking on her, she needed Charli to be Charli: her fun, crazy best friend, she needed to joke about sex and laugh at weird jokes and gossip about people. Her hands snap up to her neck and Charli chuckles, there isn't a single mark on her neck.

"I fucking knew it! Who's the lucky fella?" She asks, the two girls coming to sit on the one of the sofas. She doesn't know what to say so laughs and tries to deter the conversation.

"You're ridiculous" it seems to work.

"Whatever, don't tell me... It's not like I'm your best friend or anything" Charli says, knowing George is actually her best friend but she also knows she's a close second.

"It's complicated char, just leave it yeah?" She asks nicely and Charli nods, holding her hands up, letting the other woman know she's dropping it.

Charli wants nothing more to ask her if she's okay, but she knows she will most likely deflect, or she'll lie. So they simply talk about random things and before they know it the boys have returned, George making a direct belign to the girls, squishing himself between them, pressing a hard kiss to both their cheeks making them squirm.

"Ew stop" she says, making Charli and the man child that's in-between them laugh. She manages to escape his grasp, jokingly shoving her best friend away from her. Ross walks in the room, their eyes instantly finding each other, knowing they needed to come up with an excuse to get away from the group, so they could be alone.

"Coming with me?" She hears behind her, making her turn her head, finding Matty with a cigarette resting casually between his lips. Her eyes flick back to Ross, he scans her features and then frowns, knowing she'd be joining Matty, she flicks her head in Matty's direction, silently asking Ross to join them.

She shrugs before turning back to Matty "yeah I'll come" she watches as the curly hair man points behind her "you coming mate?". She smiles to herself as she walks ahead of them, knowing Matty had just asked Ross who couldn't deny him. She gets outside before they do, pulling a blunt from her bag and lighting it, needing something more than a cigarette.

Ross and Matty come through the double doors only a few seconds later, Matty laughing upon seeing her, but Ross' eyebrows furrow.

"If I had known you were carrying greater goods I would've got sound check done earlier" Matty says making himself laugh. He goes to grab the blunt from her but she pulls it away so it's out of reach.

"You've got a stage to be on in less than an hour" she says, it's not the actual reason she doesn't want to share but it will do, it makes Matty give in.

Ross doesn't care about people smoking weed, or doing drugs for that matter (he gets worried when people do hard core drugs, especially around Matty) but with the rate he's seen her smoking it recently, he can't help but worry.

"Why are you smoking weed then miss Eliza?" Matty says, hooking an arm around her shoulder. He immediately regrets his words, the reason was obvious and he feels like an utter dick for saying it. She immediately shrugs him off which makes him laugh, Eliza doesn't miss the way Ross clenches his jaw.

"Aren't you being nosey today mate?" Ross says, his words playing off as a joke but she knows he's actually telling Matty to back off. Matty holds his hands up, he always was a quick smoker so reaches the end of his cigarette and stubs it out.

"Alright alright" he says before he heads back in, leaving the two of them outside.

"How do we always end up here?" She chuckles. The particular venue they were at today, had its smoking area situated in the back corner, hidden from anyone who they wouldn't want to be caught by.

"Hmm, think..." He says, taking a step closer to her, hands reaching out for her hips, he pulls her towards him before moving them both back so he's against the wall and she's against his body.

"Think we usually end up like this" he says making her chuckle, throwing her blunt to the floor and clasping his jaw. The both of them we're thankful George would be too wrapped up with the show and his girlfriend right now to search for them.

"Missed you" he mumbles against her lips as they come to meet his.

"You were without me for about 30 minutes" she chuckles, her words momentarily breaking their mouths before they're against each other again. The only time she forgot about every horrible thing going on in her life was when she was with him. Their lips and bodies didn't even have to be intertwined but it sure did help.

"Still missed you... Feel like I haven't had you alone to myself in awhile" he says, pulling back from her mouth to properly speak. He sighs, knowing he just had to ask her.

"Are you okay love?" He asks and she sighs. He's probably the only person at the moment who she wouldn't get annoyed at if they asked.

"No" she chuckles "you help though" she says, trying to kiss him again but he stops her.

"No wait Eliza... Come on, talk to me" he says, and she signs again, starting to get annoyed.

"Ross... Don't ruin it" she says and he sighs now, dropping his hands from her waist.

"That's not fair" his tone is snappy and his eyes find hers, letting her know he's sorry for speaking that way.

"It's not like we haven't spoke about it... So why won't you talk now?" He asks, hands returning to her waist.

"Because I don't want to Ross. I don't want to think about any of it... Thought that was pretty fucking obvious" she snaps, but it's true, Ross knows she only smokes weed when she doesn't want to think about her problems, when she just wants her brain to be silent. Her eyes find his now and she's the one apologising for speaking that way.

"Let's just leave it yeah?" She asks and despite every desire he has to keep pressing until she tells him the truth, he nods. He leans down to press a kiss to her mouth, one in which tells her he's got her, he's here and he's sure as hell not going anywhere. If they weren't going to speak about everything that was going on with her, Ross knew he needed to at least show her how he felt. Show her that he was there for her, always.

She stands at his side of the stage, during some songs she's there, fully present in mind and body, during others she's standing there, but Ross can tell she's not present. Others she's just not there, it makes Ross worry, where has she gone? Who's she with? Is she safe?

And then she appears again, a bottle of wine in her hand or a cigarette, or both.

She smiles at him and wiggles her eyebrows at times, sometimes she's just his girl, his little secret, the person she was before. She was Eliza, just Eliza. But then he could see the pain come tumbling down on her again, and once again she'd disappear.

Four songs to the end and she was gone for good, having not come back since the last time she left. He hopes she's just with Jamie or Charli or someone else backstage, someone trusted.

He's the first to leave the stage, receiving a look from Charli as he walks past. So she wasn't with Charli, shit.

He tries to find her in a rush, practically barging through every door of every room trying to find her. Eventually he looks in his own room, unsure why he didn't check there first. He finds her in a ball on the sofa, one of Ross' jumpers slumped over her body, practically finishing at her calves.

Her soft eyes find his as he enters and he's with her in the next second, pulling her into his lap, her bated breath steading as he holds her, kisses pressed to her head.

"You were really good out there...." She says weakly "always amazing" he hushes her, she didn't need to say that now.

"I'm here love, I've got you" he says and he feels her breathing slow to a normal rate.

"You've got me" she says, needing to confirm his words out loud to quiet her determined but harsh brain.

"Yeah I've got you love. Always" he says, she turns her head to look at him, taking in his post-performance appearance.

His hand gently smooths down her cheek, a gentle touch that has her eyes fluttering momentarily before her green eyes are finding his brown ones again.

Her mind is silenced as she looks at him, nothing clouding her mind or cracking her heart, the pit in her stomach has gone, replaced but a warm fuzzy feeling.

"Are you okay?" He asks, he has to.

"I am now" she says, it's the truth.

"Eliza" he says.

"Shhhh" she leans forward, pressing her mouth to his. He can't help but lean into it, hand grasping her jaw and pulling her closer. He tries his hardest to break the kiss but she was his opposite pole, together they were a magnet, slotting perfectly together and difficult to pull apart. Eventually they're forced to pull away when they hear the door knob rattle. Lucky he locked the door.

"Ross... Have you seen Eliza? George is looking for her" they hear Charli say.

"I think she knows anyway" she says and Ross nods, having thought the same thing recently. They both stand and Ross opens the door. Charli sees her standing behind her, his large frame nearly completely covering hers. She's silent for a second, eyes flicking between them.

"George is looking for you" she says, there's a hesitance to her voice. She didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable, she didn't want them to worry about her telling George because she wouldn't. She couldn't. She didn't know anything, right now, it looked perfectly innocent and she wasnt going to rush to tell her boyfriend something that wasn't confirmed or denied. She also couldn't hurt Eliza like that if something was happening.

Whatever it was, it was clear to Charli that she was better when she was with Ross.

"Okay... I'll go find him" Eliza takes of Ross' hoodie and leaves after that. Charli and Ross stare at each other until Ross breaks.

"Please don't tell George" Ross says, serious worry sketched across his features.

"Tell George what?" Charli leaves. Ross' shoulders fall back to their normal position and the breath he didn't know he was holding escapes him.

She leaves her own hotel room as quietly as she can, slowly moving down the hall until she's reaching his door. She doesn't even knock and the door swings open, he pulls her in, taking her in his arms. She instantly feels warm in his arms, like she's stepped into the sun.

"missed you" he mumbles into her neck. George had taken her away from the group after the show, wanting some alone time with his best friend and although it was a welcomed distraction, she found herself wanting to be with Ross.

"Missed you more" she mumbles back into his chest, pulling back to look at him after she spoke. His hand finds her face, gently holding her, his thumb running across her cheek.

"You're so beautiful" he speaks the words before he even processes the fact he's saying them. She blushes deeply and smiles up at him, shaking her head but not speaking.

"come here" he pulls them to his bed, their backs finding the soft mattress. He pulls her until she's resting against his chest, his heartbeat steady against her ear. She slowly feels herself drifting off to sleep, the warmth of his body radiating hers until her soft snores fill the room.

The morning sun peaked through the curtains, illuminating her room, bands of orange and white light drifting over the contours of his face. He's stirred awake as the light flickers over his eyes, they slowly drift open, brown orbs finding her green ones.

"morning handsome" she says making him chuckle, his eyes scrunching shut for a second as he stretches, his arms reaching over his head before coming back down, resting over her frame and pulling her closer to him, making her giggle loudly.

"you're a creep" he mumbles into her neck, lips attacking the revealed skin of her neck and collar bones.

"I have no clue what you're talking about" she says, squirming away from his featherlight attack against her skin, but he keeps her in his hold.

"how long were you watching me sleep?" He says and she giggles again.

"shhh Alex might hear us" he says, pulling back to look at her, a worried expression etched across his features.

"he won't care" Eliza says as she smears her lips against Ross', the first kiss of the morning. Ross all but groans into her mouth, pulling her ever closer to his body. He's quick to push her onto her back, intertwining their bodies, making himself at home in-between her thighs.

"god I missed you" he mumbles against her mouth, his tongue then swiping along her bottom lip until it's finding hers.

"show me how much you missed me" she says and he's soon accepting the challenge.

Eventually they're in her kitchen, she's situated on the countertop, adorning a shirt of his as he cooks them breakfast.

"morning Macdonald, didn't know you were back from tour" they hear behind them, her brother making himself known, he smiles at the two of them, raising his eyebrows at his sister. Of course he did know he was back, his bags were left by their front door.

"got back last night" Ross says without much thought into his confession.

"mhmm" Alex says, raising his eyebrows again at Eliza who chuckles to herself. Ross is fully clothed now, dressed in grey joggers and an old band Tshirt.

"Feel good to be back?" Alex asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Feels amazing" Ross says, looking at Eliza and smiling. Alex moves to his sister before he speaks.

"yeah I bet it does" he says before pressing a peck to Eliza's redening cheek before leaving the room. The two laugh and she smiles at Ross, watching as his back muscles contort under his shirt as he flips the food in the sizzling pan.

"come here a second" Eliza says and Ross does as he's told, stepping in between her legs, cooking utensil in hand.

They're basically the same height at the level, which makes it far too easy for her to lean forward and press her mouth to his.

She stirs from her dream, feeling her body shaking and tears soaking her cheeks.

"love are you okay?" Ross asks, flinching at his own words, of course she wasn't okay.

"Just a dream" she says, wiping her own eyes as he pulls her closer to him.

"Alex?" The mention of his name has another tear falling and he quickly swipes if away as she nods.

"it was a good dream... not even a dream... a memory" she says, swiping her hair away from her face and sighing deeply "That morning after you got back from tour... When you cooked us breakfast" she explains and they both smile at the memory.

"That was a great day" he says and she nods, he pulls her tightly into her chest, lips pressing kisses against the top of her head, his hand soothing down her back.

"He knew back then... About us... He was so happy for me" she cries then, hiding her face into his shirt, too sad to worry about her tears soaking the fabric.

"Im so sorry love"

"it should've been me" her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it, instantly pulling her back from his chest to look at her.

"don't. Don't say that" he says, shaking his head, sadness written all over his face.

"why? Alex didn't deserve it... He was too good" she says and Ross frowns.

"He didn't deserve it, you're right... But neither do you love. It's not a trade off... Not you or him... It was an accident, a terrible one..." He says and she nods, but something doesn't sit right with her still.

"I'd trade our positions in a heartbeat" Ross feels his heart break at that.

"love...." His voice trials off, she pouts up at him, her lips quivering. He chooses to drop what he wanted to say, that she was too good, that Alex would've wanted her to be the one that lived and that she was needed. Ross needed her more than anything and although selfish and maybe insensitive, he wouldn't swap the siblings positions if he had the chance.

He pulls her back to his chest and holds her until her body stops shaking and her tears stop falling. He doesn't speak what's on his mind.

"Do you think we've put Charli in an awkward position?" She finally speaks out, her voice stronger than before, no longer laced with tears.

"No love... Don't think you need to worry about that" Ross speaks, his lips pressing until the side of her head. She moves against his chest, resting her cheek against his shoulder so she can look at him.

Her small hand glides against his jaw, thumb running along his cheekbone, eyes hovering over his features. Her eyes moved to his red lips that were plump and easily stretched into a smile as he looked down at her, watching as she admired him. Hovering over the contours of his face, watching as the apples of his cheeks filled out as he smiled, the dimples she adored popping, the whites of his teeth shining in the dim light of the room. Her hands smoothed over his beard, the crinkles that were always formed by his eyes as he smiled ceasing as they fluttered shut for a second. Her hands continue to move, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen in front of his face, free from its usual confines of a bun. Her eyes finally stop at his eyes, which bore into hers, the brown smooth like honey but more akin to chocolate.

She could get lost in his beautiful orbs and often allowed herself too. They looked lighter than usual, the soft light that was cast over the room (indicating that it was already the early hours of the morning) made them lighter, revealing shades of yellow and specs of green. He was truly beautiful, inside and out.

"I'm sorry" she says, her voice is the clearest it's been the whole night. She watches as his eyebrows furrow.

"What do you have go be sorry for Liza?" He asks, his own hand coming to rest against her face, drifting along the apple of her cheek, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss against her mouth.

"You deserve better than hiding in corners at venues, sneaking around hotel rooms..." Her voice trails off, tired of listing examples because she knew they would make her feel guilty.

"but it means I get you... It's all worth it because I get you" he speaks half a truth. The full truth was that he was happy he got her but he can't deny he wanted her fully, he wanted to be able to hold her hand, hug and kiss her in front of their friends. He wanted to be able to leave and arrive at the same time, together.

She doesn't tell him her truth either, that the night Alex died, she was coming to the venue and was going to ask Ross if they could tell George: together. But that feels like a lifetime ago to her now and although the desire is still alight, she doesn't know how to navigate that conversation anymore. Not when she was still healing from losing her brother.

"I would do anything to have you L... Even for a day" he says, his words making her heart soar.

"Ross...." Is all she can manage to say and he smiles as he shakes his head.

"shhh" he presses his mouth to hers then, silencing her completely whilst simultaneously letting her know nothing else needed to be said, from her anyway.

"I will be here, as long as you'll have me love... And I know you don't think it... But I'll help you get through this" he says, mouth moving lightly against hers as he spoke before he seals his words with another kiss.

"I lo-" her words are cut off by a hush from the bearded man. He didn't need to hear those words right now, he needed to heal her in one way he knew how to.

"come here" he says, pulling her closer, a difficult feat considering their chests were already flushed together. Her limbs entangle with his as his mouth gently moves against hers, making it difficult to know where he began and she ended.

Part 3

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