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His Fierce Flower

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BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Warning: This Part Contains Sexual Themes

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 23.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

Part 14 - Epilogue

“Boo,” said a low voice in her ear. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a hard chest and Enyu smiled when a face nuzzled her temple.

“Nice try. I heard you coming.”

“I’ll get you next time then,” Neteyam said, playfully. “So tell me, how’s it feel to be mated to the clan’s Second in Command?”

“Hmm. I don’t know…I guess he’ll have to actually mate me first before I could tell you how I feel,” she said, smiling, trying to rile him up.

“Ooh. Ouch. Message received.” He squeezed her tighter, hiding his grin against her jaw. “I’m working on it baby, I’m working on it. I’m sorry.”

She turned in the circle of his arms, hands reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m teasing of course. I know things have been crazy, and hey. I am so, so proud of you. You’ll make an amazing Second….your butt looked real cute up there too,” she teased, enjoying the blush that bloomed across his face.

“Thank you baby.”

Enyu brushed her palm against the material of his new warrior belt. “It's beautiful. It was made for you Ma’Teyam,” she murmured, admiring the details, unbeknown to his hungry stare.

Neyetam was officially the clan’s new Second in Command. He had finally accepted the position they had offered him, but under his own terms to which Enyu was very surprised that the council actually agreed to. She could not have been prouder.

The ceremony had only ended a short while ago. It was a simple but joyous occasion and the celebration festivities would be starting soon.

Jake had called up and publicly thanked and honoured Ts’olbia- Neteyam’s predecessor and the clan cheered and praised the retiring Na’vi. Their shouts and native hoots however, were even louder when Jake proudly introduced his eldest son as his new Second.

Ts’olbia bestowed Neteyam with his new warrior belt- which showed his change in rank, both showing the Na’vi sign of respect to each other, before the council members each blessed her future mate with their marks of approval.

Enyu had stood on the side lines along with the rest of the Sully family and had the biggest grin on her face the entire time. Neytiri had linked arms with her, watching her son with misty eyes that were filled with pride and Lo’ak who stood on her other side bellowed the loudest in cheer amongst their little group.

The clan had chanted and sang in unison as their Olo'eyktan and newly appointed Tsahìk then honoured their son- Jake and Neytiri, dressed in their best garbs, gifted him a grand and intricately crafted bow.

He was a sight to behold and Enyu beamed when Neteyam smiled right at her, as if she were the only one in the crowd.

It had been three months since the final battle and a lot had changed.

They still lived at High Camp. The last few months were mainly about rebuilding and healing. They had buried their dead, grieved and were slowly moving on with life, growing stronger each day.

With the help of the Tipani warriors and a few others who joined later on, the clan seemed to be thriving once again.

A plan of action was slowly in the works to relocate the entire clan as well. There was no hurry though. Jake wanted it to be a “one and done deal” which was why he thought every detail and step should be well planned and thought out. The move itself would be a huge task on its own and they were still in the process of finding the perfect location.

“What do you say we run home for a bit, hmm?” Neteyam raised his eyebrows, looking down at her rather suggestively.

It took her a minute to understand what he was implying. “Tey. We can’t…the celebrations? People are going to wonder where you are.”

“Come on Flower,” he coaxed, “just for a short while? I miss you.” He pecked her lips then murmured against them teasingly, "I'd take you right here if I could, but we both know I won’t like anyone else seeing all of you.” Pulling back, his eyes pleaded with her like a child who was being told no. “I promise, I’ll be real quick. I just want to taste you, I haven’t had you in days!"

“Neteyam!” She glanced around, shoulders sagging in relief that no one seemed to have heard him. It was her turn to blush now. Biting her lip, an image of Neteyam’s head bobbing between her thighs flashed in her mind.

“You are uncontrollable. You know that?” She asked, pushing at his chest.

“Can you blame me?” His eyes glinted mischievously. “Now’s the perfect time anyway. No one will be home. We’ll actually have the tent to ourselves for once.”

Although it wasn’t technically “proper” , Enyu had been living with the Sullys- and to be more specific, as per his request, sharing Neteyam’s private quarters for the last three months.

She had salvaged what she could of her things from the wreckage of her shared home, grateful to Eywa that her beloved satchel had survived and thankful that the Sully residence was still standing tall.

Neteyam had held a family meeting on their first night together, where he’d asked his own family for permission to take her as his mate. She had been incredibly nervous about the entire ordeal and hoped that they would accept her.

Everyone except Lo’ak and Jake gave immediate consent, both choosing to grill Neteyam about his ‘intentions' with her instead. They took it rather seriously and Enyu felt immensely touched by their protectiveness. It had truly shown her where she stood with the Sullys.

Three months later and they were still not mated yet- not for lack of trying though. Both of their schedules were so busy it was really only in the very late hours of the night or early hours of the morning they got to spend time with each other alone. There was always either something to do, or someone around.

And even though she and Neteyam both agreed to save a certain “act” for when they officially mated, it did not stop them from exploring each other in other ways. Enyu craved those nights, she savoured those moments. Neteyam was a sensational teacher and with every new activity they tried, she grew even more addicted.

Lately they’d both been too exhausted though, choosing to prioritise their sleep instead. She was eagerly looking forward to the days when things got back to normal.

Which was why Neteyam’s current proposal was all too tempting. They could be quick, right?

“Please Flower? I’ll do that thing that you like…” Enyu was about to fold but Kiri interrupted them before she could say anything.

“Break it up love birds. Neteyam, dad’s asking for you, something about the council or whatever. Oh and congratulations by the way. Enyu. I need to talk to you. NOW.” Ripping her from her brother’s arms, Kiri pulled Enyu through the crowd of Na’vis littered around the forest where the ceremony was held, ignoring Neteyam’s cry of protest.

When they were finally out of earshot Kiri released her and let her guard down, allowing Enyu to see that she was upset about something.

“Kiri, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to tell me I’m being stupid right now.”

Enyu gave a confused chuckle. “What? I’m not-”

“That Väriä bitch was flirting with Spider again and he was smiling, Enyu. Smiling! And before you say anything, yes, I know he’s nice to everyone and that’s probably all it was but I don’t know…Things have still been a bit weird between us, he’s been even more distant- not that I care of course.” She folded her arms, obviously upset that she was even having these feelings.

A few days after the war, Kiri had suffered a violent seizure after a connection with Eywa. When she was well enough again she had told them how she had seen and spoken with her birth mother, Grace.

Overwhelmed by all of this and her perplexing, growing connection with the Great Mother, Kiri and Spider had both agreed to cool things down between them for a little while- just until she felt more settled and had time to process everything.

And so, for the past couple of months their relationship had taken an awkward and somewhat strained path.

“Liar. You care, Kiri and it’s okay for you too. But you need to be fair as well, you told him you needed space, he’s giving it to you-”

“I didn’t mean this much space, Enyu! It’s like he’s completely avoiding me now- gosh, you should’ve seen them, Väriä was all over him, smiling and batting her lashes- rubbing his arm! Ugh, I could kill her right now! He should’ve never become a Na’vi. Women keep looking at him now!”

Enyu bit down a laugh, her friend was jealous and as usual, seemed to be having a hard time processing her feelings. It was cute but she did feel for Spider. "Kiri, you know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

Looking vulnerable, Kiri shrugged and said in a softer tone, “Or maybe he wants to move on. Do you think he’s tired of waiting?”

“You’re being stupid,” Enyu said plainly, “Look, do you really need me to stand here and give you the big long speech about how head over heels that boy is for you? Because I will if you want me too.”

Kiri’s lips reluctantly turned upwards. “I hate how that idiot makes me feel.”

Enyu laughed and linked their arms as they slowly strode back to the festivities. “No you don’t, otherwise you wouldn’t be coming to me to remind you of his feelings for you. You love him, remember? Face it Kiri. You want him as much as he wants you.”

“I hate when you’re right.” Kiri grumbled.

“Thank you Enyu. You’re the best Enyu. What would I do without you Enyu?” Enyu mimicked Kiri’s voice, jokingly. “Now go tell your Monkey Boy how you really feel and stop being stupid.”

Enyu hid her laughter behind a hand as she and F’valii watched Tuk order around her older brother.

“No, you’re doing it wrong ‘Teyam! Look, like this!”

The celebration festivities were in full swing. Music, chatter, laughter and pure joy and happiness echoed around the forest. A grand feast had been prepared and the people of High Camp were dancing to their heart's content, moving to the beats of the Grourd drums and musical bows.

“Your betrothed will make a fine father, Enyu,” F’valii commented with an amused raised eyebrow, as they enjoyed the sight of Tuk trying to teach Neteyam a new dance she had made up. Neteyam, patient as ever with her, was truly trying his best and the sight made Enyu’s heart swell.

Enyu smiled, eyes still on him and agreed. “The best.” She glanced at F’valii. “So I’ve been thinking- and feel free to say no, but I wondered if I could be of help. Be your, what was it again? Wingwoman. Like your friend…Nelly.”

F’valii perked up, ears twitching in mild shock. “Really? You would do that?”

“Of course! I’d like to think we’ve become good friends now F’va… and I know this is something you have been dreaming about. So yes, I love to help you find your forever. If you’d let me.”

“Yes. I’d like that,” she replied, grinning a rare smile.

“Pssst! Tiny! Enyu!” Enyu saw a worried looking Lo’ak, eagerly waving her over from where he stood at the edge of the forest.

“Um, I’ll be right back,” she told her friend before standing to hurry over to Lo’ak. “Hey w-”

“Have you seen O’tley?” He demanded, his eyes scanning the crowd of celebrating people, over her head.

She frowned, “No. Wasn’t she with you? I saw you two sneak off ages ago.”

He shook his head. “Fuck!” Lo’ak turned and stormed off, leaving her staring at his retreating back, bewildered.

Taken aback by the encounter, she chased after him, struggling to keep up with his longer strides. “Lo’! Lo’! Lo’ak!”

They were back at the encampment now and Lo’ak looked as if he were having an out of body experience as he frantically stopped to peer into tents, eyes searching desperately and just by his behaviour alone, fear pricked her.

“Lo’ak! Stop!” She grabbed his hand with both of hers and tugged hard, finally getting his attention. “Where is O’tley?”

He swallowed, looking terrified. “I- Shit. I fucked up Enyu.”

“What did you do?” She whispered.

“I let her go…I let her go!”

“What do you mean? Stop! Talk to me Lo’ak.”

He tugged on the roots of his hair and faced her fully. “We were fine. Talking, messing around, and then she brought up the fact that her people would be returning home soon…” his ears tilted in guilt. “She asked me what that meant for us…and I- I said nothing. I said that it meant nothing and that our time together was up.”

“Lo’ak…”

“What the hell is wrong with me?!”

“Well what did she say?” She asked, tightening her grip on him. He was fidgety and antsy- ready to flee.

He tugged harder on his roots, looking broken. “That’s the thing. She didn’t say anything! She just accepted it. Then she got up and left! You know O’tley, she didn’t even- FUCK! She didn’t even fight me on it.”

Enyu hugged him tight. She wasn’t quite sure how else to deal with an off the handle Lo’ak. “Okay, okay. It’s alright. We’ll figure it out, we can fix it. We’ll find her but you need to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down Tiny. I just let the woman I’m in love with walk away from me!”

Enyu stepped back in shock, lips curling. “You love her?”

He rubbed his brow and groaned. “...Yes… God yes, I love her. She annoys me to pieces and keeps me on my toes all the time but…I can’t lose her. I never expected this- I wasn’t- I didn’t think I’d ever find my person Enyu, but I have and now-”

“You’re in love with me?”

Both Enyu and Lo’ak’s heads snapped to the direction of O’tley’s voice. She had somehow snuck up on them.

“O’tley!” Lo’ak released Enyu and stepped closer to the Tipani female. She looked regal in the glow of the night and her usual fierce demeanour was replaced by vulnerability.

She raised her hand, stopping Lo’ak when he tried to touch her and he stepped back, tail low in hurt.

“You just said you’re in love with me,” she whispered.

“I did. I am.”

O’tley pursed her lips and eyed him as if she expected him to take back the words. “Then why did you say what you said before?”

“We both know I’m an idiot,” he tried to joke, but she frowned and folded her arms looking unimpressed. “Look,” he said, eyes staring right at her as he spoke. “I’m sorry. Your question caught me off guard and I just said what I thought you wanted me to say.”

“Don’t put this on me!” She hissed.

“I’m not!”

“Then why in Eywa’s name would you think I wanted you to say that, you skxawng?!”

“Because! You and I? How many times have we said that this thing between us was just for fun? Just until you had to go back? It was not supposed to turn out like this. But it did! I fell in love with you! Tipani is your home. If I asked you to stay, I would just be the selfish jackass who couldn’t control his feelings... and I didn’t know if I could face the rejection.”

“Lo’ak-”

“You terrify me okay, O’tley? Because you make me feel normal . You make me feel loved, like I’m not some demon blooded freak-”

“You are NOT a freak! How many times do I have to keep telling you that?” She growled, fiercely. “You are not a freak. Why can’t you just love yourself like I do, you idiot!”

He blinked and Enyu gasped to her self quietly. “You love me?”

“Yes.”

He grinned and closed the distance between them. “O’tley-”

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to stay. Ask me to be yours.”

Lo’ak’s eyebrows rose high, ears flickering. “Okay.” He cupped her biceps and pulled her closer, swallowing nervously. “O’tley, I love you. I want to be with you. Will you-”

“Yes!” She gave him no warning, grinning wildly as she jumped into his arms, attacking his lips. He groaned low in his throat and his hands cupped her butt, squeezing her cheeks as he hauled up, her legs wrapping around him, their tails tangling.

Well that escalated quickly.

Enyu took that as her cue to leave. They seemed to have forgotten she was there apparently, so she quickly hightailed out from their vicinity, mentally scrubbing her brain of the sounds they were making and the image of O’tley grinding against Lo’ak’s abs.

She shuddered. Couldn’t they have waited till she left?!

When she finally got back she flopped onto the same patch of tapestry covered grass she had abandoned- F’valii nowhere in sight.

She scanned the crowd and immediately locked eyes with her best friend. He was chatting with his predecessor.

The moment she smiled at him he made his excuses and flopped right next to her, leaning on one arm to peer down at her.

“Where have you been, Flower?”

She groaned and nuzzled her face into his chest. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“I want to know everything about you,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Enyu smiled at his cheesiness and looked up at him, chin poking him this time. “I was with Lo’ak, he had a little situation but he’s all good now,” she finished with a grimace, remembering their very vivid make out session.

“Let me guess, O’tley?”

“Yep. First Kiri, now him. I’ve had quite a day but at least they're both happy now,” she sighed, contentedly.

It was Neteyam’s turn to scowl. He glanced over to where Kiri and Spider were seated. His sister was all smiles and girlish giggles at whatever it was Spider was telling her- which was fine… but did she honestly have to sit in his lap, like that ?! His hands were all over her, too.

“I’ve been actively avoiding looking over there. Mom made me and dad promise we won’t interfere tonight, I’ve found it to be rather difficult. I miss the days when she hated Spider.” He clenched his jaw and she bit her cheek to hide her grin.

Oh the Sully men and their overprotectiveness.

“Seems like your dad is having a hard time too,” she joked, when she spotted Jake staring daggers at the back of Spider’s head.

Neteyam began to chuckle but froze and sat up when he spotted something that made him frown. “Nope. No way. Not Tuk.”

He got up and strode over to interrupt the dance between Tuk and a cute little Na’vi boy who was holding her hands, swinging her around.

Eynu threw her head back, laughing out loud at the sight.

She couldn’t wait to be his mate.

Three Years Later

“Are you crazy, Tiny?! Sit down before your stupid mate hounds my ass for witnessing the endangerment of his precious unborn baby!”

Enyu was balanced on top of a stool, struggling to hang a new tapestry onto the high wall of her and Neteyam’s tent, when her brother in law entered. “Hey Lo’, I was jus-”

“Yeah, yeah I know what you’re doing. I’m seeing it for myself. Now get down already, will you? Let me do that,” he grumbled in mild upset, as he helped her down, taking the heavy artwork from her to hang it himself. “Swear Enyu, you’re going to give my brother a heart attack at the rate you’re going. Can’t you, I don’t know…just sit still until baby Lo’ak pops out?”

A peel of laughter escaped her lips. She sat in the little hammock seat Neteyam had built for her, still chuckling at Lo’ak’s scolding. Leaning against the backrest, she swung slowly and massaged her protruding stomach. “I keep telling you Lo’, I am not naming our baby after you,” she said, “and for the last time you guys need to calm down. I am growing a baby. I am not disabled nor am I incapable of doing the simplest of- ooooh did you bring me berries? Can you pass them to me please?”

She made grab hands for the fruit, grinning wildly and Lo’ak cackled at her sudden distraction. He picked up the stool and used it to sit in front of her as he passed the bowl over. “I don’t get how you eat those things, they’re barely ripe.”

“Tastes good to me,” she said, immediately biting into one, humming as the sour flavour burst across her tongue, soothing her craving, “ooh you are the best Lo’ak!” She licked her lips and shrugged, “but yeah the baby seems to like it too, so why not?”

He shook his head at her antics then leaned forward and gave her stomach a little poke and rub, “Hey there little baby Sully, it’s your favourite uncle Lo’ak here.” Poke, poke. “Helllooo?” He sulked. “Your baby won’t say hi to me today, Enyu.”

Extremely amused, she moved his hand to lay flat against her left side, pressing slightly and waited.

Lo’ak’s entire face lit up when he felt the baby move, tail sailing excitedly behind him, just like it always did whenever he felt the baby’s kick. The first time he felt it, he completely freaked out. It was hilarious and Neteyam had teased him about it for days.

Munching on the fruit, she eyed him suspiciously over the bowl propped high on her bump. “Why are you here so late? He didn’t send you here to check on me again, did he? Because I-”

Lo’ak’s offended scoff cut her off. “Can’t I just come visit you on my own free- yeah okay fine he sent me,” he confessed quickly, seeing the disapproving look on her face. ‘Yikes, she already has the mom look down, ’ he thought, horrified.

“I knew it,” she mumbled, still focused on deseeding and swallowing her fruit. Enyu didn’t mind his company though, she had been slowly going stir crazy before he got there. She always got antsy whenever her husband was late, which to be fair was not very often.

“He’s still stuck in that meeting with the council, it’s like the elders just like to hear themselves talk sometimes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “He shouldn’t be too long again I’m guessing. He paged me to check in, said you were craving these sour suckers.”

He got up and stretched his back. “I’m hungry. Have you eaten dinner yet? Real food I mean and not just half ripe fruit,” he said, looking at her tidy kitchen with a frown. Usually it was a cluttered mess from her new hobby, “experimental cooking”.

Mo’at had been teaching her for the past year and lately she’d gone rogue, putting her own spin or creating new dishes, and Lo’ak was her favourite taste tester.

She nodded, still chewing. “Grandmother came by at dinner time, brought over that yummy fish I like…then made me drink that disgusting tea that she so insists is good for the baby,” she said, screwing up her face. “There’s plenty left overs. Let me get you some.” She moved to get up but he shot her an exasperated look.

“For God’s sake Enyu. Sit. Down. I can get my own food. Swear, sometimes I don’t know who’s worse, you or O’tley.”

“Hey!” She cried, indignantly. “I’m not that bad and neither is O’tley, she’s a sweetheart!” She said, defending her sister in law. “Where is she anyway? I’m surprised you actually let her out of your sight,” she teased.

“Har har,” he replied, sarcastically as he rummaged around her kitchen comfortably. “I left her with my mother unfortunately,” he grumbled.

“So?”

“No, not so Tiny. You know my mother. It wasn’t until O’tley that I finally understood why Neteyam hated leaving you with her. Eywa knows what embarrassing shit she’s telling my mate right now.”

Enyu laughed at his misery. “Maybe she’ll tell her about that time when you were being potty trained and-”

“No! Don’t even finish that sentence, we’re not doing that tonight. I still can’t believe my mother told you about that. I don’t even remember that and yet she’s proudly sharing that information. Eywa help me!” He exclaimed as he took a bite of food.

Mid-conversation, she heard a voice call from the entrance. “Knock, knock. It’s me Kid!” It was Jake.

Ever since he accidentally walked in on her and Neteyam in an embarrassingly compromising position over a year ago, he always made sure to announce his presence before entering their home.

“Come in!”

“Hey Kid…how’s it going? How’s my grandkid today?” He asked, doing a terrible job at hiding his intent. He’d obviously come to check up on her since Neteyam wasn’t here.

‘ Sigh, what was she going to do about these Sully men? ’ She thought incredibly amused.

She was nine months pregnant, almost ten now and ever since she found out that she and Neteyam were expecting, all three Sully men had been slowly driving her crazy with their overprotectiveness. It was cute but at times they were if not a little overbearing- especially her husband. Mo’at had told her to give him a break, citing that it was his first baby and he was allowed to be worried.

Since Na’vis usually carried for twelve months, she sighed at the prospect of having to endure their hovering for another three months.

“I’m here already dad,” called Lo’ak from the kitchen, around a mouthful of food, “and get this, she was trying to hang that tapestry over there…while standing on a stool.” He finished with a dramatic scoff that clearly read ‘Can you believe that?’

Jake's eyebrows rose high and he shot her a disappointed look. “Swear dad, I’ve never met a more stubborn female in my li-”

“Okay, okay enough! Thank you Lo’ak,” she hissed sarcastically. “You guys, I am not as fragile as you so clearly think I am…I can do things on my own. And just because Neteyam panics and nags and frets, does not mean that you two have to as well. Alright?” Her eyes narrowed when she saw Jake looked like he was about to protest.

“And all due respect Sir but you were never like this with Neytiri when she was having Tuk.”

“Yeah well no offence Kid but she had already birthed two other babies before Tuk and had years experience raising three. And let’s face it, my wife is tough shit.” A proud grin graced his face but it only seemed to send a pang of upset Enyu’s way.

“I’m tough shit too!” She said, feeling offended and rather emotional all of a sudden. Not only was Jake technically calling her weak but her sour berries were all done, Neteyam still wasn’t home yet, Lo’ak hand hung the tapestry crooked and…and her berries were still finished!

“Oh fuck…” whispered Lo’ak, he knew that look on her face all too well by now…she was about to cry. He shot his father a ‘what the hell’ look then quickly moved to her side, stilled the swinging seat and put the empty bowl on floor. “Hey there Tiny,” he soothed, holding her hand as if she were a ticking time bomb. “You- yes, you are such tough shit. Toughest of them all. Dad doesn’t know what he’s talking about, alright?”

She bit her lip and nodded as tears welled up in her eyes, one drop breaking free to roll down her cheek.

“No no no, why are you crying? I just said you’re tough shit,” Lo’ak said, panicking now. “Please don’t cry. Do you want me to get O’tley?” His mate was much better at comforting her than he was. He cursed whoever created hormones.

Unable to control it, Enyu broke out into a full on sob while covering her face with her free hand to which both Jake and Lo’ak looked incredulously alarmed at her.

A wide eyed Jake crouched in front of her. “Shit I’m sorry Enyu, I was just joking around.”

“I kn- know,” she hiccupped, “the baby just has m- me a f- feeling little emotional right n- now,” she said, trying to laugh through her tears so they would know she was okay, only it came out a bit hysterical.

Her pregnancy so far had been a whirlwind. Neteyam was actually the one at first to realize she was expecting. He’d said she was “acting strange” . Apparently her eating on time and in such large quantities warranted his suspicions, so he took her to Neytiri who confirmed it.

They were both ecstatic at the news and so were his entire family. Enyu had never seen a group of people more excited about the arrival of a baby before. They were protective, supportive and Enyu felt so incredibly loved that it made her tear up when she thought about it.

Mo’at and Enyu went for daily walks in the morning before she left for work and although the grandmother was technically retired, she placed herself as Enyu’s one and only healer for the entirety of the pregnancy- the former Tsahìk trusted no one else with her.

Tuk would take every chance she got to rub Enyu’s stomach, lighting up whenever she felt a kick. Sometimes Tuk would get the baby so rowdy, it wreaked havoc on her poor bladder.

At four months in, they had given her the news last, which was a good thing because Tuk was so proud, she announced to whoever would listen that she was going to be an aunty. Enyu would not have been surprised if the entire clan knew she was pregnant the very next day.

Neytiri and Kiri were her rocks. They stuck by her side through three gruelling weeks in her third month of pregnancy. Nothing stayed down, everything was sore and in the final week, she contracted the purple fever. And while Mo’at was her healer, they both stayed with her the entire time- cleaning up after her, rubbing her back as she constantly retched, soothing her while she cried. They took such good care of her.

And sure, as much as she was sick and aching, it was her husband who hurt too. Neteyam couldn’t bear to see her in that state. It messed with his emotions, the fact that he couldn’t do anything to take away her discomfort, tore at him.

Jake was great, she was so grateful for his relationship with his son. At times when Neteyam seemed overwhelmed with her stubbornness or her mood swings or even in those weeks that she was so sick, she couldn’t get out of bed, she was grateful that Jake was there to support his son. Someone who had been through it all already, someone who had his back.

Lo’ak of course was his usual protective older brother self around her…only ten times worse now. A big plus, he was her go-to guy for her food cravings whenever Neteyam wasn’t around.

Also, aside from the fact that he kept trying to get her to name the baby after him, he and Spider had an all out war happening. They were forever fighting over who would be the baby’s favourite uncle. Both constantly whispered to her stomach whenever they saw her, hoping that whatever they said could sway the baby somehow.

And then there was O’tley. O’tley who had joined their little family so seamlessly. She became one of and if not Enyu’s closest friend and confidant. She was sweet and kind but she could also be savage and menacing. She was a fierce warrior and Enyu couldn’t think of anyone better for Lo’ak. O’tley brought normalcy with a dash of rebellion to Enyu’s life. Rebellion, which more than often led to them both being on receiving ends of a good scolding from their husbands. Even more so, now that she was pregnant- O'tley just seemed to get her.

All in all, she and her baby- who wasn’t even born yet, were well loved and well cared for, and yet, here she sat balling her eyes out because her berries were done? Pregnancy hormones made no sense to her.

Trying to pull herself together was no use sometimes. The tears came whether she wanted them too or not.

“What in Eywa’s name…I told you to check on her, not make her cry!” Her husband was finally home and he was furious.

“Bro, what are you looking at me for?! Dad’s the one who made her cry!” Lo’ak yelled, getting to his feet.

“By accident! It was a joke! I was joking!” Declared Jake, who stood as well, shooting his son with a glare.

All three men faced off with matching frowns and wild hand gestures.

“My wife is bawling her eyes out right now. What the hell did you say to her?”

“He said she wasn’t tough shit.”

“WHAT?” Neteyam looked completely stupefied.

“Lo’ak! You’re not helping right now!”

“Yeah well I’m sorry Sir but I am not taking the fall for you, he already chewed me out last week for making her pee herself because I “made her laugh too hard” and I refuse to be on the receiving end again.”

“Dad, what did you say?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad! All I said was-”

A giggle pierced the air causing their squabble to cease and three heads snapped to Enyu.

“Guys I’m fine, honest. Pregnancy hormones is all,” she sniffled with a watery smile, “Sorry for making you all worry.”

“Baby...” Neteyam crouched between her legs, hands automatically caressing her stomach.

“Honest, I’m okay.” She smiled, placing her palms over his.

“Can I make it up to you Enyu?” Jake asked, looking sheepish.

“You really don’t have too, I was just being emotional…but if you really really want to, can you get me some more of those yellow berries while you’re out tomorrow?”

All three men laughed at her request and Jake nodded. “You got it Kid.”

The other two eventually left- Lo’ak mumbling a “fucking hell” under his breath while Jake shot him with a “you’re next” which caused his son to stumble at his words. O’tley had confided in Enyu that she wasn’t quite ready yet for kids so Lo’ak still had time before he had to deal with an overly hormonal mate.

And then it was just her and Neteyam.

“Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” He asked, kissing her palm.

“Yep. I promise I am.”

“I missed you today.”

Enyu didn’t bother to respond. She knew he was talking to their baby. She smiled as he sang and chatted with her stomach, almost as if she wasn’t there, enjoying the look on her husband’s face whenever the baby pressed against his palm.

When she yawned, he stood and helped her get to her feet. “Alright Flower, bedtime.”

“Okay. Kiss?" She asked, tilting her chin up. He complied and pressed his lips against hers sensually, slowly backing her towards their bed. "Oh wait!" She exclaimed, ripping her lips from his. "Can you just straighten out the hanging for me please? Lo’ak left it a bit crooked.”

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled.

A wail roused Neteyam from sleep. Blinking up at the ceiling of their home with a sleepy groan, he glanced over at his still sleeping mate beside him then sat up to comfort his fussing baby.

She was the most perfect thing he had ever seen in his life, and even after only being in their lives for six months, he still couldn’t believe she was theirs.

Elteyä was the splitting image of her mother but she had Neteyam’s eyes and her darker striped markings matched his. His baby had eight fingers, ten toes and usually slept with her little bum in the air. She was a good baby, all gummy smiles and constant babbling, fussing only whenever she needed to be fed or changed.

“Hi my little love, are you hungry?” Neteyam scoped up his daughter, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet baby smell deeply. Her cries quieted instantly but she whined a bit, rubbing at her mouth against his chest, confirming that she was hungry.

“I wish we didn’t have to wake your mama up.”

Neteyam placed her between him and Enyu, in their bed then leaned over to gently wake his wife. As done a thousand times before, she woke with a little yawn, automatically shuffling closer on her side then guided her hungry baby to her nipple, smiling sleepily as Elteyä suckled greedily, tiny fingers clenched into the swell of her breast.

Neteyam leaned against his arm watching them, he never tired of seeing them together. The mother of his child was incredible. Enyu shifted their little one to latch against her other nipple, lovingly stroking her finger over her cute button nose, humming as Elteyä’s eyes peered up at her. She smiled sleepily at her mother, mid suckle, pausing to coo and gurgle before she was back to her feast- tiny tail flickering lazily.

Enyu watched patiently as Neteyam took the baby from her, wiping at her plump little milk stained lips with a cloth. She bit her lip as her husband placed the cloth over his shoulder and burped their daughter with ease, gently rubbing and patting her back, soothing her to sleep once again with soft coos and humming of his own.

She was surprised at how well they both adapted to parenthood. Albeit, it was great having his parents around to teach them everything they knew. And Mo’at. Mo’at was a force to be reckoned with and when it came to her first great grandchild, she was very much involved in helping the new parents.

Elteyä looked so cute and tiny in her mate’s arms, he was such a wonderful father and it sure did things to her when she saw him like this.

When he placed Elteyä back into the well crafted little cot he and Lo'ak had built, he returned to bed and eyed his now very wide awake mate knowingly.

As soon as he laid down she pounced. Swinging a leg to straddle him, she kissed him hungrily, immediately rolling her bare hips against his, moving to kiss down the column of his neck as she urged his hands to touch her.

Allowing his mate a few moments to take the lead and feel like she was actually in charge for once, Neteyam then flipped them suddenly and took control of the kiss, giving in to what she wanted.

Pulling back to look down at her lust hazed face he asked, “Did you drink the tea? I want to be in you tonight.”

Liquid pooled between her thighs at his words but she was quickly distracted when she remembered her goal. Growing nervous, she didn’t meet his eyes. “Umm, about that…I don’t want to drink the tea anymore.”

He frowned, clearly not understanding, so she went in for the direct truth. “I want another baby.”

Neteyam froze, eyebrows raised high as he looked down at his wife. “And I know you’re thinking it’s probably too soon but-”

Unable to contain his excitement, a slow smile grew on his face and he flipped them over so she was in his lap once more. “Enyu, baby are you being serious right now?”

She nodded with her own grin, feeling more excited from his positive response. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now and I’m sure. I feel ready. What do you think?”

He kissed her and whispered a “hell yes” against her lips. “You know I want as many babies as you're willing to give me.”

Enyu laughed, careful not to be too loud. “How many do you want? And don’t say ten like every other time we’ve talked about this.”

He tilted his head in thought as his hands sensually smoothed up her thighs, her hips, waist, then ribs, to cup her breasts gently. “How about six?”

“Six? No.” Rolling her hips against his thigh, in the rhythm he set for her, she huffed a small laugh when his tail smacked across her bottom in disagreement. Her laugh simmered into a low moan when he took a nipple into his mouth. “How about two?” She suggested instead.

He released her with a soft pop and a bead of milk dangled from his bottom lip. Licking it away he rasped, “Five.”

When he clenched his thigh muscles, her eyes rolled up, then closed, head dropping back as he sped up her rocking- she was making such a mess on his thigh. He loved it.

Panting, she shook her head then said in a garbled voice, “Two.”

“Four,” he mumbled against her neck, sucking that sensitive spot of hers while he fondled one of her breasts.

“Tey.” She was there already. He knew her body better than his own, he’d mastered the art of controlling it.

“Come for me Flower.”

She fell forward, biting into his shoulder to muffle her scream as his hands continued to guide her hips across the hard muscled expanse of his thigh.

He didn’t give her a chance to recover though and she squealed when he tossed her backwards, pushing her legs apart to greedily eye her mess. His jaw ticked as he considered his next move.

“Four,” he said again. His voice sounded rough and he looked like he was seconds away from ravishing her.

Still panting and coming down from her high she nodded and said, “Maybe. How about three for sure and four for maybe?”

“Deal.” He stalked closer, looking completely wild. Eyes locked on hers he licked at the inside of her thigh, cleaning away the remnants that leaked there.

“Ma'Tayam...” she whined. She knew he loved teasing her but she wasn’t feeling in a very teasing mood at the moment.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked in faux concern, crawling up her body.

She hissed at him, baring her fangs in annoyance. “I want you to touch me already!”

“Such a fierce little Flower,” he cooed with a taunting chuckle before turning serious again. “Here.” He reached behind him and gripped his queue, presenting it to her.

Enyu reached for hers and did the same. The moment their tendrils connected, solidifying their bond, they gasped, eyes closed, breaths mingling as they felt all of each other.

“Every time,” he whispered against her lips. “I swear it always feels like the very first time with you.”

Her eyes opened to stare into his pupil blown gaze and she damn near came at the sight of them. “Neteyam,” she begged.

Giving in to her demands, he stoked between her thighs, immediately sinking two fingers into her and groaned. “Shit Enyu, you’re soaking me baby.”

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

He paused, not liking her tone and grinned wickedly at her pathetic whine when he removed his fingers. Leaning down, he bit and licked at the tip of her ear. “Oh little wife, you really want to know what I am going to do about it?” He whispered, dangerously.

All the air rushed out of her when in one fluid motion he pushed all the way inside of her, with a strained grunt, stretching her deliciously. He remained still, allowing her to adjust to the sudden intrusion and her shaking thighs clamped tight against his sides. He nipped her ear again, bringing her attention back to him.

“I am going to put a baby in you, is what I’m going to do about it.”

It was date night for the first time in five months.

They left their two little ones in the trusted care of Mo’at who was keenly soaking up as much time with her precious great grandbabies who she doted upon every chance she got.

There was usually a fight for who got to babysit on date night, so Enyu usually had to persuade her husband to let their family fight amongst themselves. Her husband was extremely overprotective over their children and he tended to find it hard to share them.

Neteyam took her flying that night, she hadn’t been since the birth of their daughter five months ago.

They were currently cuddled together on the very same tree where they’d had their “talk” years ago. The same tree they stood on, when he had told her his family was leaving the clan.

Enyu leaned back against her husband’s shoulder where she sat comfortably between his legs as they enjoyed the scenery before them.

“When did you realize you had feelings for me? Beyond friendship.”

Neteyam blinked and considered her question before answering. “Hmm. To be honest there was a build up. I think it started escalating after our fight about Yaćksön. You know I was honestly terrified at that moment, it occurred to me I could actually lose you to some other guy. I was jealous, insanely jealous…but yeah, it was after that I started noticing all these things about you that I hadn’t before.”

“Like what?”

“Simple things at first. How much your touch affected me. Your smile, how you walked- hips and tail swaying, teasing me every time. Your lips- swear baby I thought you were taunting me every time you’d bite your damn bottom lip.” She let out a laugh. “These,” his hands cupped her breasts softly, “how did I not notice these before? Hm?” They laughed and he released her, hugging her again.

“It wasn’t only physical things though. I never realized how safe you made me feel.” She tilted her head against his shoulder to see his face. “Being the chief’s son, growing up with all the expectations. I know I was a hard ass, still am- I hear people talk. But with you, I could be my complete self around you, Flower. Didn’t have that with anybody else.”

He tucked a stray hair behind her hair and kissed her forehead. “So yeah it started there. Then during that time I was an idiot and decided to avoid you, I started having these thoughts- about you and me, if we ever stood a chance. What our future could’ve been if I didn’t have to leave, what our baby would have looked like,” he chuckled sadly. “Stuff like that... But to finish answering your question. When my feelings really sucker punched me? It was right here.”

“Here?”

“Mhm. You crawled into my lap, determination written all over your beautiful face. Telling me that I was your home. Telling me, you were leaving with me and my family, and I couldn’t tell you no. That I just had to say yes…and it hit me, knocked the air right out of me. It was like finally waking up from a dream, only to find out it was all true. You were very real all along.”

Enyu turned and climbed into his lap, just like that night and he chuckled at the sight of the tears in her eyes. "Was it my cheesiness?"

“It’s hormones,” she tried.

He snorted, “Sure baby. You’re not going to be able to use that excuse forever. You know I knew you before we had kids right?”

“Whatever. Now kiss me already.”

“So impatient,” he teased and then he kissed her slowly, lovingly, tears and all, savouring her taste, before pulling back to stare into her eyes.

“I love you Neteyam.”

“I love you too En’yuna. My fierce Flower.”

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Down by the River

[Astarion x Named Tav]

“Oh darling, you already ruined your hair.”

Phayelynn nearly jumped out of her skin and the river at the sight of Astarion standing suddenly by the riverbed. She looked over Astaroin, cheeks heating up against the cool waters.

He was shirtless, and his shoes were discarded. There was a jolt of excitement and a tinge of mortification coursing through her all at once.

“What the hells are you doing?” Phayelynn hissed, trying to keep her voice down so she wouldn’t stir the others.

“I was looking to join you,” he said unperturbed, as if the reasoning for his being there was obvious. “Bathing under the stars and moonlight? Away from the others, I think you had the right idea.”

His words rolled off his tongue like a spell sent to lure Phayelynn’s gaze to watch as he trailed smooth hands down his stomach, resting at the waistband of his trousers, slender fingers starting to tug at its ties.

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Down by the River

As the night descended, Phayelynn remained immersed in the river, letting herself soak until goose pimples scattered up and down her arms. She couldn’t face the others- not yet.

So she stood quiet, listening from afar as they settled down for the night, waiting for when it would be safe to come out.

She closed her eyes. It’d been a few minutes since she heard Lae’zel finally stop sharpening her sword. It’d been even longer since Gale finished cleaning after dinner, and the Blade set up his tent.

But she didn’t trust it.

The only sounds she could hear now were the soft gurgling of the river and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. She should get out of the water before she permanenty became a prum. Instead, she submerged herself under the water, digging her feet into the pebbles and stones on the riverbed.

When she resurfaced, she brushed her hair out of her face, letting it cascade down her shoulders. She had spoiled Alfira’s work in frustration, having taken the braids out. Droplets of water glistened on her skin in the moonlight as she pouted.

“Oh darling, you already ruined your hair.”

Phayelynn nearly jumped out of her skin and the river at the sight of Astarion standing suddenly by the riverbed.

She quickly wrapped her arms over her chest, ducking herself further into the water to conceal herself. She looked over Astaroin, cheeks heating up against the cool waters.

He was shirtless, and his shoes were discarded.

There was a jolt of excitement and a tinge of mortification coursing through her all at once.

“What the hells are you doing?” Phayelynn hissed, trying to keep her voice down so she wouldn’t stir the others.

Phayelynn blinked a few times as if what she saw wasn’t real. To fight the urge to let him finish unlacing-

She shook her head firmly.

“I wanted to be alone, Astarion.” She warned, but her eyes betrayed her as they ran over the faint outline of his chest.

He removed his hands from his waistband instantly, letting one rest loosely on his hip while the other rested over his heart. “Darling, I’m hurt.”

“I’m not in the mood for company.” she released a deep, frustrated sigh as she wadded in the water.

Astarion wasn’t one to give up so easily.

“Too frazzled from seeing an old lover?” he raised an eyebrow. “Or are you more heartbroken that he didn’t remember you?”

Phayelynn uncrossed her arms, her mouth dropping open.

“I’m sorry, what?” she sounded baffled.

“The Blade,” Astarion rolled his eyes. “You two clearly had some sort of history with how you looked at him.”

“Not like that!” she gaped, her eyes going wide. She ran a hand through her hair. “Seriously? Wyll is not some ex-lover,” she glared at the vampire for even hinting at that. It wasn’t the Wyll hadn’t grown to be attractive, but- no, just no. She shook her head. “Is that what everyone thought?”

“Hmph,” Astarion made a sound of acknowledgment. He noted the use of the Blade’s real name and not his cockamamie moniker. She did know him. “So if he’s not a former lover, then what?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I just want to take my swim and be left alone, so if you please-” she refused to look him in the eye. She jerked her head back towards camp. “just shoo.”

“Come now, don’t be childish.” He scoffed at her. He let out an exasperated huff. “Darling, remind me, wasn’t it you who said to watch each other’s backs?” he asked, waiting for her to look at him again.

Phayelynn only rolled her eyes, turning slightly away from him. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils out of frustration- to keep him seeing the bigger picture. Protection. This witless and stubborn girl will give you blind protection.

He put on his best, understanding, and kind smile.

“How am I supposed to keep my end of the bargain when you don’t tell me what’s gotten your pretty little head in a frenzy? You acted like a milkmaid with her first passing fancy.”

“I did not act like that!” Phayelynn protested, looking back at him just as he moved his hand back down to his waistband. She rushed out, “What are you doing?”

“I will not have this conversation back and forth with you on the riverbank. So either look or don’t, but I shall be joining you.” Astarion said, reaching for the laces of his trousers once more, his eyes sparkling impishly.

“You’re impossible,” Phayelynn muttered under her breath, quickly turning away.

With her back facing him, she tried to steady her rapidly beating heart. She knew he could hear it- not only did being an elf give him better hearing, but he was a bloody vampire on top of it.

She could hear the gentle waves Astarion made as he entered the water- his body soon slicing through the surface with ease as he swam towards her. It didn’t take long for him to reach her, stopping only a few inches behind her. Phayelynn could feel him hovering, his breath tickling the nape of her neck.

Damned bastard.

He didn’t need to breathe- he was doing it on purpose.

Phayelynn could feel him leaning his face closer, and she instinctively looked. Her own breath hitches in her throat. She hadn’t gotten this good of a look of his dark, ruby eyes before, intense as they looked straight into hers.

A shiver ran down her spine.

He’s close enough for her to reach out and touch him. His hands linger close to her waist under the water as if either waiting for her to make the first move or for her to give her consent. For a few moments, they only float there, suspended in time, her hot breath mingling with his own forced breathing.

There’s a strange tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, and she wonders if he felt it, too.

The water ripples around them, and she watches as his eyes move over her face, searching for a sign that she doesn’t want this.

“Astarion,” she finds herself uttering his name, her body slightly drifting closer to him and not because of the way of the current. She felt a yearning to feel his hands on her bare skin, remembering how good it felt to have them on her back when he had fed on her.

Astarion doesn’t give her a second to slip away.

He reaches out a hand from the water and tenderly grasps her chin, coaxing her to keep her stare on him with a gentle touch. With his other hand, he pushes himself as close as possible, closing the inches between them. His chest pressed up against her back, unable to hide the genuine comfort her warm skin gave him up against his own cold body.

Phayelynn blinked and gasped when she felt him brush up against her.

Astarion only smirked.

“Oh, don’t be so shy with me, love,” he whispered softly, his lips touching the sensitive tip of her ear. “I know you enjoy being alone with me. It’s in the way you breathe a little deeper, faster, when I’m this close to you,” he said as he slightly ground his hips against her, earning a soft moan from the girl in his arms. “And the way your body relaxes into mine.”

His fingers delicately caressed her cheek as he spoke, keeping their eyes locked until he lowered his lips to her earlobe, giving it a soft nibble. Then, there was another pliant moan and shiver from her.

“Your body gives you away to me. I can feel it in your little shakes of excitement- every time I’m close.” He moves to glide his lips down to her pulse point, hearing her heart quicken even more somehow. A sly smirk spreads across his face as she leans further into him. “Your heart is just begging for me to get lost in your neck.”

“Astarion.” She couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her as he spoke.

Phayelynn didn’t know what was getting into her. She’d never let a man or woman get her this worked up before- she was always the one pushing them away, not falling for cheap flirting. But this…this felt different.

“I do love how you say my name,” He hums and closes his eyes, his jaw tensing for a moment before giving her what she wanted most- he kissed her neck once and then again before trailing his way down her neck until spreading them across her shoulder.

Phayelynn let herself ease into him, her mind clearing of anything other than the feel of his lips against her skin. She rested her head back to rest against him, giving him better access. She thankfully still had half a mind not to start begging for him to dig his fangs into her, even though she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t craving the rush she felt as her blood coursed from her veins onto his tongue.

He started the path back up her neck, going to her cheek, using the hand that still caressed her there to tilt her head back so he could loom his lips over her own.

As he leaned in to kiss her, he paused momentarily, eliciting a disappointed whine from her. He opened his eyes, meeting her blue orbs.

“Now tell me,” He parted his lips, bringing them to her cheek. “Why aren’t you,” he watched her close her eyes again as he went back to peppering her with kisses, getting in words when he could, “keen…on the…the Blade of Frontiers…. joining our…. little merry band?”

It took Phayelynn a few minutes to realize what he had just asked, but when she had, she tore herself from his grasp in a fury. She turned, pushing her hands against his chest to get distance from him. Water sloshed around them.

“You’re an arsehole!” She pointed a finger at him, her face now hot with something other than lust.

“Darling-”

He tried not to panic-normally, this sort of thing worked. He would work their bodies, dull their senses with his own and the same script of words, and they’d fall down to their knees for him.

He should’ve known Phayelynn would’ve been more difficult to seduce into compliance.

He reached to grab her, his touch firm yet soft as his fingers latched around her upper arm. She tried to wiggle free, but he refused to let go out of instinct. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to pull her back flush against him.

He was making it worse- this wasn’t just some other mark on a regular night in Baldur’s Gate, searching for Cazador’s next meal.

Shit, he cursed to himself when he saw the fright flash in Phayelynn’s eyes. He let go of her immediately.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” He grimaced as he stammered, his charm lost. It was like the other night when she had caught him trying to feed on her in her sleep- he didn’t know if he could talk his way out of that a second time.

“No!” she exclaimed, her voice slightly trembling, “That wasn’t okay- none of what just happened was okay.” she was gracious enough to lower her voice, not yet wanting to alert the others. “You can’t just manipulate someone’s feelings like that to get what you want. I told you I don’t want to talk about it.”

Astarion tried to win back the conversation, forcing a toothy grin, “So, you do have feelings for me,” his voice dripped with insinuation.

Phayelynn was taken aback by his comment as her anger grew stronger. Not only was he a jerk, he was an idiot. She contemplated kneeing him down below but decided to wait a little longer to resort to that. She splashed him instead.

“Well, I’m contemplating how I see you now.” she hissed.

He let out a whine, complaining that his hair was now wet. She felt a strike of satisfaction.

“I wasn’t trying to manipulate you,” he started, reaching out to her once more, but this time, holding out his hand for her to take. Phayelynn hesitated, so his filled his face with sincerity, “Okay, okay, maybe just a little, but it was for a good reason! I-I’m just concerned about earlier.” he chose his words carefully, “I want to be able to protect you as you did me.”

Phayelynn was hesitant to trust Astarion. She’d never been seduced… for information like that before. It made her skin crawl.

She looked over his features. His words seemed to have been in earnest. And why would he have admitted to trying to manipulate her if they hadn’t?

Astarion’s eyes were warm as he lowered his hand into the water.

“Okay.” She settled on. Her face twisted into a scowl, “You just really need to work on how you go about showing people you care, you know?”

She floated back over to him, her feet padding along the rocks. She missed his closeness. There was a fleeting moment of discomfort over his features, and she stopped herself. The look was quickly replaced as if he had just snapped back into the moment with her.

He reached for her and pulled her back up against him. Their chests pressed together, and he gave her a devilish, toothy grin that made her heart race again. His hands slide down to rest on her hips.

Despite the rush of eagerness and titillation, she worked to keep those thoughts at bay for now. She would stay cautious. Interested, still-but cautious.

Looking up at him, she couldn’t help but start to throw her caution to the wind almost immediately. Though his way of showing it wasn’t ideal, the gesture was kind of sweet. He only wanted to protect her, just as she had protected him.

She grunted, her head falling back with a heavy sigh. She picked her head up, seeing him curiously eyeing her.

“I’ll tell you,” she jabbed a finger into his chest, “But you have to promise not to tell anyone else! Especially Shadowheart, the whole camp and grove will know by morning if you do.”

Astarion winced at the force of her finger, moving to clasp her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he gave the back of it a silky, delicate kiss. He pulled away with a grin, “Cross my un-beating heart. I won’t tell a soul.”

Phayelynn’s brow creased with worry as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip. This was just another thing her uncle would surely kill her for once she returned to him.

She tried not to think of him.

“I knew him when we were kids,” she admitted heedfully, her voice barely above a whisper. “I— he probably doesn’t know it’s me. I look so different now, and it’s been over a decade since I last saw him. I just panicked. You saw my dream with the Fists. I don’t want him to recognize me.”

Astarion pulled a face.

“What does he have to do with the Fists?”

“I mean, his father runs them,” Phayelynn said plainly.

It took Astarion a few moments to catch up, and he gapped at her as if she had just told him something scandalous. “You’re telling me the Blade of Frontiers is Ulder Ravengard’s son?”

“I thought you said you were from Baldur’s Gate? Ravengard is Grand Duke.” Phayelynn squinted at him.

“The Duke’s son hasn’t been around for some years now that I think about it. I honestly forgot about him.” Astarion shrugged lazily.

“Oh—” Phayelynn frowned, looking over Astarion’s shoulder towards camp. She wondered why. She looked back to Astarion.

“Hmm.. so I suppose you made a scene over nothing. I don’t see him knowing about your little chase through the cobblestone streets from his father’s men. Curious though,” He tilted his head, “I thought you said you weren’t from Baldur’s Gate.”

Astarion’s teasing tone didn’t sit well with her.

“I’m not,” Phayelynn said, avoiding his gaze. She saw the trap she walked herself into. “I’m from..up north- past Waterdeep. Sometimes, he and his father would visit the city a few times when I was younger.”

Astarion raised an eyebrow, clearly fascinated by her unfolding story. “Interesting,” he hummed, “But please, indulge me. How would someone know the Duke’s son when you’re not from Baldur’s Gate or someone in any higher social standing-” a thought flashed across his mind as he spoke, making him give her hip a cheeky squeeze, and sprout a jestering grin, “My dear, you wouldn’t happen to be nobleborn, would you?”

Phayelynn groaned.

At least she didn’t say it.

Surely, her uncle couldn’t be too mad if Astarion knew the truth because he simply found out.

Astarion’s eyes widened.

“The scandal! Phayelynn, a lady,” he exclaimed, mimicking being shocked, though he could say this revelation about her did surprise him more than he’d want to lead on. This was…good. This could work even further in his favor.

He looked down at her, seeing the blush on her face. He shot her a questioning look.

She shook her head, attempting to hide the emotions bubbling inside her. “Nothing— it’s nothing.” she tried to assure, “I just realized that you’ve never really said my name before.”

Astarion furrowed his brow as he tried to recall a moment when he had, but he couldn’t seem to remember. He shrugged; he had more than the matter of her name on the forefront of his mind. “Perhaps I’ll start calling you my lady. Seriously, you? A nobleborn. I suppose it makes sense. You don’t know anything about the real word.”

“I know plenty!” she spat, glaring up at him. She gave his chest a slight push, “And do not call me ‘my lady.’ I hated that even when I was one.” She muttered the last part under her breath, but he still caught it. She rolled her eyes, “Look, it’s a very long story that I don’t want to talk about. Just know that, yes, I was a nobleborn, but that part of my life is over, and I’m never going back to it. Please don’t tell anybody.”

Her eyes were pleading. She looked afraid. Astarion’s smirk faded at the sight of it. He recognized that fear. He felt that fear.

She tensed in his hold, and he worried she might try to leave again. Before she could say or do anything more, Astarion spoke up, looking up to the moon. “Well, alright,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “We all have our fair share of secrets, don’t we? I won’t spoil such a beautiful night with such trivial matters.”

“Thanks,” she let out a sigh of relief, admiring his face and appreciating him dropping the subject.

But she felt a pang of remorse.

He’d told her about his past.

She reached up to him, cupping his cheek in her palm, lightly pulling him to look at her, startling him slightly from her touch. She dropped her hand down to his chest, her fingers subconsciously starting to rub circles against his skin.

“I was in Baldur’s Gate trying to kill the man who murdered my father,” she confessed.

The words felt heavy on her lips, as if speaking them made the reality of what she had tried to do all the more real. Admitting the truth to herself was one thing; sharing it with someone else was another. It made her feel even more foolish to think she could have actually gone through with it.

“My mother was the Queen of Northgate City,” she continued, “It’s about a ten-day walk past Luskan.” she knew he was already forming questions from the knowledge he knew of her home, “My mom had an affair with her court jester— my music teacher. They met when she traveled with him and his party before she took over the throne. They fell in love, and he came back to Northgate with her. They stood together, secretly, of course.”

Astarion’s mind quickly recalled the recent gossip spreading through the Lower City taverns about the King of Northgate City’s current stay in Baldur’s Gate. King Vizdos Stormsbane- rumored to be a true hardened man of the north. With a tilt of his head, he looked at Phayelynn, “I’ve heard of you.”

Phayelynn’s expression immediately turned sour.

“And that’s why my uncle didn’t want me anywhere near the city.” Her lips pursed, “But he had already taken the contract before we knew Vizdos was going to be in Baldur’s Gate at the same time we were. I was going to stay outside the city. An old friend of my father’s ran a circus.”

Astarion’s face contorted into disgust at the mention of the circus. He knew exactly which one she was referring to. A dreadful place. And he couldn’t even get started on the clown.

He suppressed a shiver, shaking his head.

“I don’t recall hearing anything about Stormsbane having a half-elf child. Just that she’d been kidnapped?”

“Why would someone, now given the full power of a king, only by marriage, want his people and the entirety of Faerûn know his firstborn wasn’t actually his? You said it yourself- the scandal.” The words trickled with venom as she sneered. She loured, “I don’t know how, but somehow my parents were able to conceal this,” she gestured to her face. “My entire life, I had looked like Vizdos—like a Stormsbane. Round ears, red hair, golden eyes— but then when my mom died, whatever magic she had used died with her.”

She paused for a moment, trying to keep her voice steady.

“It had all happened so fast,” she continued, “But I wasn’t kidnapped. When I turned into this, Vizdos was furious—I guess I can understand, but it wasn’t my fault—” she started to lose herself. Taking a deep breath, “My father and my uncle tried to help me escape, but we got separated. My uncle got me away, but Vizdos told everyone that my mom’s old party kidnapped me for ransom, and he executed my father for being a part of it. My uncle and I have been hiding ever since.”

Astarion’s mind raced as he tried to come up with something to say. He knew that he was only pretending to care, but he couldn’t help feeling empathy for her to some capacity. After all, he knew what it was like to have your world turned upside down instantly because of someone else.

He thought back to the night he was turned into a vampire— but he quickly pushed those memories aside, knowing what Phayelynn had gone through couldn’t compare to what happened to him.

He’d never gotten close to any of his targets before. It was easier to know nothing about them. Regardless, he kept up his compassionate expression and reassured her with a comforting squeeze. He tried to focus on the swells of water dancing around them in a hypnotic rhythm and the swaying of their bodies.

“I thought I could finally get revenge— make it so my uncle wouldn’t always have to watch our backs because of me. But I failed.” Her voice was full of disappointment in herself.

“It was a foolish thing to do on your own.” Astarion’s voice was stern as he spoke. Phayelynn hung her head in defeat, unable to argue. Astarion lifted her chin up, leaning in closer to her. “But, I respect your initiative. It’s quite inspiring, actually.”

“No, you’re right. It was stupid.” Phayelynn shook her head.

Astarion hummed thoughtfully, running his thumb over her lips. She looked up at him curiously, and as she did, her nose brushed against his.

“Our agreement still stands.” He said. “I’ll watch your back if you keep watching mine.”

“Yeah—” She nodded, mind reeling from the proximity of their faces.

She was fixated on his lips, watching as they parted when he spoke, revealing a hint of his fangs. She wanted to feel his lips against her skin again, to feel her fangs piercing it. Without thinking, she started leaning in closer to him, breathing heavily with expectation.

With slow and deliberate movement, his eyes searched hers. He felt a shudder run down the back of his neck and tried his best to ignore the sensation. Using his other hand, he focused on his hold of her.

Warmth spread throughout her body when he finally pressed his lips to her own despite the coldness of his. Astarion’s kiss was both gentle and rough and only left her craving more. The pressure of his touch was exposing but also protective. Vulnerable and safe.

With a flutter of her eyelids, she closed them and let herself surrender to him. Fingers slid up the back of his neck, entwining into soft white curls. With a dull tug, she brought him closer, making him smirk into the kiss.

She didn’t know how long they had been out there, locked in a tight embrace, when suddenly Astarion pulled away. His face wrung into a pout as he looked down at her.

The chilled water had begun to take a toll on her body, even if she ignored it. But he could no longer ignore the uncontrollable chattering of her teeth. The cold seeped into her bones, and she shivered as he pulled away.

Astarion ran a hand through her damp hair, brushing it over her shoulder before giving her one last kiss.

Wordlessly, he then started leading them back towards the riverbed.

“As much as I am enjoying myself, and I know you are too,” He started as they approached shore. “Unlike myself, you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here a moment longer.”

Phayelynn blushed as she was fully exposed once they emerged from the waters, and the chill hit her harder. She eyed him, but only for a moment before averting her eyes. Astarion caught her and chuckled before grabbing the pair of blankets he had brought with him. He handed one to her.

“Thank you.” she smiled, wrapping it around herself.

“I suppose I can also allow you to sleep in my tent again,” he said casually as he wrapped his blanket around his waist.

The thought of snuggling up in his furs and plush pillows made her heart skip a beat, but she tried to hide her excitement by poking fun at him instead,

“My hero.” she sang out.

“Or,” he quirked an eyebrow, “I could let you sleep out in the cold?”

“No, no!” she quickly took it back. “I meant to say thank you.”

Astarion rolled his eyes at her, gathering up his discarded clothes and holding them against his chest, motioning for Phayelynn to do the same.

“Let’s go while the others are asleep,” he whispered, his voice low and conspiratorial.

Phayelynn was fast to pick up all her clothes and follow him back into camp, trying to keep her footsteps quiet as they slipped away into the darkness of his tent.

#astarion x tav #tav bg3 #astarion x oc #astarion romance #astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #bard tav

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frasier-crane-style · 2 months

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The Satan Sleuth by Michael Avallone

I'm two books into this series now. They have the advantage of being short, but also a number of flaws that detract from a reading experience that should be a pulpy good time.

The premise is sound: Playboy wunderkind Philip St. George has his wife killed in a Manson-style slaying. He instantly becomes a vigilante against Satanism. Although not literally Satanism, but more all varieties of seventies, In Search Of... weirdness. You know, ESP, Stonehenge, the Loch Ness Monster, the Bermuda Triangle. Anything that might catch Leonard Nimoy's attention, he's on it. His wife wasn't even killed by sincere Satanists, but more crazed hippies who say "Hail Satan!" in the same way Metallica might.

Amusingly, Philip is characterized somewhere between James Bond, Doc Savage, Batman, the Saint, and only a little bit the Executioner. The narrative constantly goes on about how he's a man among men, good at everything, physically perfect, his wife was the hottest thing on two legs, and so forth. By the end of the book, he's straight-up being compared to Jesus Christ. It's a hoot. Shades of Rick Dagless M.D. from Darkplace.

He starts calling himself the Dragon Killer, but then I guess he doesn't find that name dorky enough, because he switches to the Satan Sleuth. Yes, he actually calls himself that. And he doesn't actually believe in Satan, so it's a pretty far reach for a name that, y'know, blows.

These books are pretty thinly plotted. The killers in the first book turn out to be hiding out not far from Philip's mansion and they decide to head back to his mansion, allowing him to pick them off one by one. And in the second book, he's trying to find a werewolf, which amounts to stumbling across someone the werewolf has killed, then following the werewolf's tracks to its lair.

Well, I don't think anyone picks up a book called The Satan Sleuth expecting a Robert Ludlum novel. The real issue to me is the prose. As short as these books are, they feel incredibly padded out. Every sentence is textually underlined and circled, repeated ad nauseum, draining all the propulsion out of the storytelling. Avallone never uses one sentence when he can use three and a dozen adjectives. I'll quote an excerpt to show my point:

St. George had far more curiosity than the average man. He had had that long before the tragedy of Dorothea Daley, when he always wanted to know what was on the other side of the mountain—and now that he had dedicated himself to something greater than his own life and safety, that curiosity had to be satisfied. It must be satisfied, at all costs. Most especially if he wanted to end the Fletcherville reign of terror and bring to earth the monster stalking its terrain, terrorizing and killing its populace—as well as any drifters who wandered into the vicinity. All innocently to meet death. Man or monster—he would learn that, too. It was the work, the task, the career he had sworn himself to. Forever. Until his own ultimate end, whenever that might be. Philip St. George's coming of age had simply been a matter of the savage murder of his wife, Dorothea Daley St. George. His life had begun from that day forward—christened in blood. Which was why, he, one of the richest young men in the world, was now sitting on a rumpled, four-postered bed in a meaningless little town in the middle of nowhere, fiddling with a soaked-through black Bible, disguised as a dull-faced salesman, instead of yachting off Majorca or dawdling with bikini-bare, bronze-skinned beauties on the French Riviera. Or clipping coupons in the London Hilton. He had turned his back on that world. Without regret, without fanfare, without a look back to see if he had missed anything. Fletcherville had become important to him. The people of Fletcherville, specifically. People, particularly. All people. Mankind, everywhere. Vulnerable mankind, so often victimized by hocus-pocus and the blinding magic tricks of their own fears, obsessions, and prejudices. Prey to the voodoo, hoodoo, mumbo-jumbo of cant, strange beliefs, false doctrines, which supposedly led to another god, some other truer god. All the fake astrology, phony mystic, Satanism-inspired behavior that evoked lunatic cultism of all kinds and yet brought nothing but ultimate failure, hypocrisy, lies, and more often sickness, brain decay, and—death. All those who used the occult and mysticism as a personal source of profit and gain or simply for the sheer cruelty and viciousness of it—those were the enemies of Philip St. George, quondam playboy-adventurer-explorer. The man who had grown up, almost overnght, to become a crusader with his own very special crusade. Those who used the Devil to mask their enterprises would have to pay the piper for the dance they called for. And that piper was Philip St. George, The Satan Sleuth. What other kind of man would have waited three long, crawling hours for the wet pages of an ancient Bible to dry? To become of use.

Narration by Mojo Jojo.

This kind of navel-gazing goes on for pages on end, grinding the plot to a crawl and making me want to shake the author and go "GET ON WITH IT!" At one point, the big fighting climax pauses so that we can follow an FBI agent realizing the Satan Sleuth is real. It leeched a lot of the campy fun out of the reading for me.

Now, I used Kindle Unlimited to read these, so I feel I got my money's worth, but Amazon is charging an unbelievable five bucks a pop for these ebooks, each of which hover around 150 pages. For my money, not a good bargain.

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pseudophan · 9 months

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being just past polar nights and on my period and wine drunk whilst being borderline is a real fun phenomenon you guys you should try it its a hoot

#I Am Feeling Every Emotion At Once #ok we dont even have full polar nights here to be fair but its close enough #currently we get like 3 hours of sunlight if thats any indication of whats going on

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sugolara · 11 months

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𝙇𝙮𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙨 - 𝘼 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

series m.list

a/n: does not follow the storyline

“Have you heard the story?”

A group of friends enter the abandoned mansion; a pink-haired girl, a blonde boy, a redhead boy, a black-haired boy, and a yellow-haired boy. They jumped over the gated fence with a sign that reads, “No entry”. Of course the friends ignored it and continued to walk across the driveway.

“About the couple that killed many of their victims in this house?”

They reach the front of the house, their flashlights shining through the chestnut door that was slightly opened ajar as if daring them to come in. The floorboards of the porch creaked underneath them as they stepped on it.

“Rumors have it that you can see the owner wandering around for their next victim while his lover’s cries echo through the building seeking for an escape.”

A snort came from the blonde, “Was that supposed to freak us out? You’re shit story teller, Dunceface.”

“Honestly.” Mina scanned the hallway they entered with her flashlight, “You’re so dramatic.”

“And stupid.” Hanta added and earned a hit to the arm by Eijiro. “He’s just trying to set the mood.”

“But I’m serious!” Denki said as they looked for the living room, “If you look it up, there’s a history about this place and many people claiming for it to be true. Heck, my grandpa was the one who told me about it and he knew the girlfriend of the man who owned this place!”

“No offense, Denki, but, your grandad is a nutcase.” Mina said.

“Yeah.” Hanta then added, “Besides, wasn’t he the one who told us about how he spotted a real life zombie?”

Spotting the living room, Eijiro sat and placed his bag down in the center, “And didn’t he also predict about a zombie apocalypse and that we should all be prepared?”

Katsuki sat down next to him and pulled his bag in front of him, “The whole point is that your family is a bunch of nutcases that need to be locked in the loony bin.”

With the others laughing, Denki just rolled his eyes and sat down, “That’s not true. And this place does have history.”

Sitting in a circle and leaving an open space in the middle, Katsuki pulls out a board from his bag. Eijiro pulls out three candles and a lighter and begins lighting them up and passing it to the others. They place the items in front of them.

Mina cautiously eyed the board, “How are we so sure that this will work? It feels like a scam.”

“It probably is.” Hanta shrugged, “But this is just for fun. It’s not like we’ll actually contact anything.”

The group just laughs and begins the process. With their fingers on the planchette they begin to ask questions. The darkness that surrounded them and the owl hooting added onto the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Passing by the long hallway that led to stairs, in a room that looked like a library on the second floor sat a girl on the window seat. With heavy eye bags and a face with longing, F/n stared at the owl hooting at her.

From her room, she could clearly hear the group of friends asking questions and waiting for a response. From the moment she spotted them entering the property, she couldn’t help but feel so sad about their fate. Her heart felt heavy as to what she would be doing next to these innocent people.

She wondered why people couldn’t listen to the sign that warned intruders to not enter. She wondered if they had already given up on finding her body that rested underneath a dirty pond in the backyard. And she so desperately wondered why after so many years why is she still stuck in this forsaken mansion.

The owl moved its head and its big eyes stared behind her. The owl flew away as the feeling of his presence was strong.

Ah, F/n turned around and stared at Izuku with lifeless eyes, her answers to her questions stood behind her as he so affectionately smiled at her. Then when he reached his hand out for her, another weight was added to her shoulders.

“Nothing is fucking happening.” Katsuki pulled his fingers away and crossed his arm, “38 bucks down the fucking drain.”

Eijiro hummed, “You think we can still get a refund?”

“Probably not.” Mina then shivered, “And I do not want to go back to the store. Did you see how the old man looked at us? Creepy!”

Denki also felt a bit upset from the lack of energy. He then glanced at Hanta as he stood up, “Where are you going?”

Hanta began walking to a secure room, “I got to take a leak.”

“Gross.” Mina muttered. The group then begins to pack up and head home for the day. However, they all jumped as a vase was thrown at them and almost hit them. Their hearts leaped from their chest.

“What the hell!?” Katsuki glared at the vase. Mina hugged herself as a way to comfort her while Denki covered his head.

Eijiro glanced at the direction the vase was thrown and let out a sigh of relief when he realized Hanta had passed through there. He saw what he thought was Hanta standing in the dark, “Real funny, Hanta.”

The group also glanced in that direction. Though, their heart stopped when they realized it wasn’t Hanta standing there as the person's hair seemed to go in different directions rather than being straight down.

Cowering behind Denki, Mina whispered, “Who’s that?”

Denki only shrugged, too scared to say anything. Behind the two, Katsuki whipped his head around when he felt fingers running through his shoulders. No one was there and the group began to feel disturbed.

It wasn’t until when a knife was thrown straight into Eijiro’s skull that the group screamed and ran off in different directions. The sound of their friend's body falling to the floor made them fear for their lives.

Coming into view, F/n and Izuku watched as Mina entered a different hallway, Katsuki running towards the main stairs, and Denki running towards the backyard. Izuku glanced at F/n, “You take the girl.”

Doing what she was told, she went after Mina while Izuku went after Denki.

Mina’s teary eyes made it difficult for her to see. She would gasp and let out a cry when the doors around her would close before she could enter it. She tried turning the doorknob and even slamming against it but it did nothing. She could also hear footsteps behind her as she ran which scared her immensely.

When she reached the end of the hallway, a door was open and she quickly entered it before closing it behind her. However, when she turned around, she let out a scream when she spotted Hanta’s lifeless body.

“Why can’t you guys just stay out?” Mina screamed again when she heard a voice next to her. She tried leaving but the door seemed to be jammed, “Please, please open!”

“It’s sad, really.” F/n let out a sigh and sadly stared at her.

Mina terrifyingly stared at her as one of her hands seemed to be hiding something, “Please! I don’t want to die! Please!”

Looking down and knowing how she felt, F/n let her right hand fall to her side as a knife was placed in it, “I don’t really have a choice.”

Hearing the loud scream coming from downstairs, Izuku smiled at how well his lover was behaving. He knew killing her and making her spend eternity with him was the best choice he could’ve ever made.

The male watched as Katsuki ran up the stairs but hissed and fell to his knees when a nail impaled his foot. Springing into action, Izuku threw him downstairs and held a knife to his neck, “You people never understand.”

Then with a quick action, blood sprayed everywhere as Katsuki let out a last breath. Izuku wiped his face and smeared the blood. He then stood up and went after the last one. Looking towards the door that led to the backyard, Izuku disappeared.

Denki felt relief when he made it to the backyard. All he had to do was jump the fence and escape, but it seemed that the house had a different plan as Denki tripped into a dirt pond. He gasped and sloshed around the water trying to get out.

He then noticed from the corner of his eyes, a body floating. He let out a blood curdling scream as F/n’s body floated in the water. Before he knew it, his hand was held down underneath the water.

Denki’s head was lifted and let out a gasp before he was submerged back into the water. He tried clawing at Izuku’s hand but to no avail. Izuku grinned when Denki seemed to stop fighting and eventually stayed still.

He let go after a few minutes passed by. Hearing F/n behind him, Izuku smiled at her with admiration and hearts in his eyes, “I love you.”

Glancing at the owl that came back, F/n wondered if she should update the list, “...I love you too.”

#izuku midoria x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x y/n #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku #deku x reader

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thefandomcassandra · 1 year

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My collected thoughts on Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective (as someone who only played the remake, at the behest of xyr good friend who insisted xe played it because "you would love it" and "its your brand" (which was correct))

The way the puzzles are made are so tight and so intuitive (with a few notable exceptions, which were only bearable because you can try and try and try again).

Being able to use a controller (guess whose crunchy t-rex wrists are too fucked up for mouse and keyboard controls for more than five minutes? This guy!) was so so good, even if the OG was a point and click. Apparently the switch version has touch which is neat? But the controller controls are tight and I only had a few issues with them (namely I kept clipping into cores I didn't want).

The story is brilliant with superb foreshadowing that, even on a first playthrough, can be seen and noted. The amount of times I hooted like a beast and pointed out smthn for my friend to only 🙂at me through discord tts was so so many. And I was right to point them out too.

Missile.

The characters are so genuine and real and quirky (Shu Takumi, you weird girl enjoyer™️, you do it so well) and several of them reminded me of friends' ocs (in a deeply positive way).

I never wanted to stop playing (I did because I was streaming for the above friend, who was having A Time™️ and deserved the secondhand First Time Experience Of A Beloved Thing emotions, but god I wanted to keep playing until I was done it was RESTRAINT and LOVE that stilled my sinful hand).

It's not terribly long, really. My finished game (featuring several minutes of idling and listening to the in-game music/viewing the art) was 11.4hrs. That's a trip and a half baby! Nice tight little game.

Missile.

The way the characters were animated was so charming. 10/10 art style. I wanna play with them with little action figures. Smack em together and write funny stories.

There is no unmotivated action. Even the villain, even the most bad of guys has a motive that, even if its stupid or bad, is there.

When you fuck up, you still get a laugh out of it. There were at least two (2) instances of my friend saying "Hey do [this] for me?" When I did, I was always rewarded with something stupid or interesting that made me lose my mind.

The game, while not hand-holdy, will give you hints. They're always contextual and specific to whatever you've just done (or should be doing) and they're usually internal or external dialogue between the ghost you're playing as and whomever is listening (usually nobody, sometimes the dead person they're helping).

Missile.

Anyway, play Ghost Trick. It's worth the 30USD.

#the sheepy speaks #ghost trick #here i am waving a banner #missile is the best dont look up anything about missile just trust me #top pomeranian

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: Taste The Rainbow {One Shot} ***

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+ Mature Content, Cursing, Substance Use, Crude Language, Oral: Male & Female Receiving, PLENTY OF WORDS, Raw Shenanigans

Words: 11.7K

Synopsis: Nope!!

Note: All right guys, as promised and teased. I know it’s mega long, but I really wanted you guys to have a full experience and really make it feel real. I hope you enjoy this, and I didn’t go overboard.

Caution: there are ALOT of words. LISTEN TO THE WARNINGS!!

As always, thank you for reading.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!

****NOT EDITED/PROOFREAD****

****Interactive****

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“Come on, you have to come!”

You rolled your eyes as you popped a few kernels of kettle corn into your mouth. The current episode of this k-drama you were watching was the only thing on your mind right now and finishing this series was the only thing on your agenda tonight. You didn’t care how much your best friend Lina pleaded or begged or even bargained. You were determined not to fall for it.

“Oh hell no. There is no way in hell you’re staying home tonight. Not when tonight is supposed to be the hottest party ever,” Trixie shouted ending her sentence in true Trixie fashion—exaggeratedly.

You rolled your eyes again, now only half listening because you were fully focused on reading subtitles. Your jaw dropped when it was revealed that the second male lead who had been persistently trying to get the female lead was in fact cheating and seeing the first male lead.

“No fucking way,” you said more to the space around you than to your friends.

“Y/N! We will kick down your door and drag you out whether you want to or not!”

Sighing you pressed pause, “Trixie, I don’t want to go. I’m good here tonight. I have my kettle corn, my strawberry mojitos and nine episodes to keep me company,” you protested.

“My god, when did you get so boring?”

“Plus, you say every party is going to be the hottest party ever,” you added mimicking her words, energy, and tone of voice to perfection.

You could hear Lina laughing.

“You think you’re real cute huh, Y/N?”

“Matter of fact I know I am. Cute, fine and better than a glass of fine wine!”

“Ayyyyyyy!”

You smiled then took a sip of your mojito. As soon as the burn of the three different liquors took over your tongue you moaned. You’d wanted it to be strong but gahdamn it was strong, strong. You released a hoot and moaned again.

“Are you drinking?”

“Damn right I’m drinking.”

“Alone? Wow, you’re right Tix, she has gotten boring.”

“Fuck you thing one and thing two!”

They giggled as you took another healthy sip while ignoring their bullshit. You were not boring. Yes, it had been a while since you’d partied until the next day’s sun shined hot in the sky, or till you passed out and woke up with no memory of the previous night, or had a wild ass story to tell, but so what! As you went over those details in your head you paused beginning to wonder if they were right. Had you gotten boring?

“Still there?”

Sighing, you leaned back in the couch. “Still here.”

“We have a reason you should come tonight besides that fact you’ve gotten boring,” Lina said.

“Wha reason,” you questioned with a mouthful of popcorn.

“You know who is supposed to be there,” Lina replied.

Before you put another handful of popcorn into your mouth, you took a sip from your glass already feeling the light and dark rum and tequila beginning to work its glorious magic. “Who?”

“You know who. Come on, he’d about six feet, looks amazing in a jumpsuit, know how to go super-fast, and has more than one talent,” Trixie listed off.

You rolled your eyes. The minute she said looks amazing in a jumpsuit you knew who she was blabbering on about. Scoffing you shook your head. “Oh. So, you mean super-fast as in sleeps with anything with a nice ass and a great set of tits faster than a racecar can get to one hundred?”

Their snorting told you that they got your joke.

“You ain’t have to do our friend like that,” Lina piped up.

“Friend? Girl please that’s yo’ guys’ friend!”

“Okay you’re our friend so friends by two degrees of separation,” Lina added.

“Whatever. I still don’t wanna go.”

“Come on. He specifically asked if you were gonna be there tonight.”

With your glass right at your lips, you paused. “W—why?”

“Guess you’re gonna have to come and find out.”

You rolled your eyes already knowing this was one of Trixie’s tricks. For the last six years since Lina had gotten signed to be one of the models for a F1 event where she met none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton, they’d maintained contact and become friends. One event let to two, then three and that’s when Lina brought Trixie in on the fun then ultimately you. Lina and Trixie hit it off with him and his friends because they were models and ran in those party circles. You however, you weren’t a model. You were a stylist and aspiring fashion designer. When Trixie let that slip to him seventy-two hours later you were booked as his stylist for his next eight events. It had been one of those Cinderella stories. From then you were booked and busy.

Where Lina and Trixie always connected with him, you on the other hand couldn’t. You didn’t know why. It wasn’t because his vibe was off, or he proved to be an asshole or not worth the hype. In fact, his energy was incredible, it was always positive, always bubbly and filled with so much calm that you wondered if he knew hoodoo and had leveled up to master practitioner or if it was for real. Whenever you were around him, he proved to be as great as everyone always raved about. He was kind, thoughtful, funny, and so damn endearing. There was also always this intoxicating vibe that he gave off, a vibe that felt like a drug. You’d watched so many fall for it. That made you that much more determined not to be one of them.

So, you kept your emotional and energy distance from him whenever you were around each other which was a lot. After six years, you were exhausted with trying to keep your walls impenetrable and energies from mingling together. It had become clear around year two how badly your energies wanted to play. However, he’d never made a move on you, never asked Lina or Trixie to put in a word for him, never stepped over the line or disrespected you or your body. Half of you was relieved, the other half was confused as to why he hadn’t. By year five you’d decided that you were imagining things and assuming shit that wasn’t even so.

Now, year six you tried to not be around him unless it was necessary which meant for work only. Even being around him for work felt off putting. You hated that you felt like you owed him for your come up even though Lina and Trixie had pleaded his case saying that he didn’t put you on because he was friends with them or anything besides your skill as a stylist. No matter how they swore it, you couldn’t help but feel opposite, especially hearing of all the kind things he’d done for others who were close to him. Even now as your new fashion line had just debuted at fashion week, which was the ultimate show that you’d made it, you still remembered how and where you’d gotten your start.

“Come tonight. It’ll be fun,” Lina gently coaxed one more time.

You raised your glass again and drank the cold beverage down, ignoring the burn and focusing on the eruption of flavors in your mouth and the decision that was already made for you.

~~~~~~~~

Three hours later you stepped out of the car with Lina and Trixie beside you and a massive wrought iron gate before you and an equally massive mansion about sixty feet behind it lit up with neon-colored lights.

“Oh—

“My—

“Fuck,” you finished.

The three of you looked at each other then snorted.

“Whose party is this?”

“I think it’s Lew’s,” Lina said.

“Or maybe someone from his crew.”

“Whose house is this?”

They both shrugged then stepped forward. You still stood there for a few moments while Lina and Trixie showed stepped to one of the six muscled men guarding the gate who looked like he was checking invites. One motioned to another behind the gate before it opened. As you approached, they looked at you expectantly. You entered your security code but before you tapped into your messages a voice echoed out.

“Let her through.”

The large man that was standing in front of you moved to the side giving you access to the opened gate. Eying them quizzically, you stepped through following Lina and Trixie down the asphalt driveway.

“What was that about?”

“VVIP baby.”

“VVIP?”

“Only basics have to show invites. VVIP get through strictly on face card and ours never decline,” Trixie boasted.

You couldn’t help but laugh. This girl was a mess and a half. The three of you continued your walk toward the mansion and the closer you got the louder it got and the louder it got the more madness you saw. People were sprawled across the expansive lawn drinking, dancing, laughing, and dabbing in various substances. You even saw quite a few who looked like they were tripping out as they spoke to the air, or bushes or even trees. Before you stepped inside, the mansion, you saw someone chasing a squirl toward the east side of the lawn screaming “I wanna play.”

“What the fuck!?”

Once you, Lina and Trixie stepped inside the precursor on the lawn was nothing compared to the debauchery inside. Immediately, you were hit with the scent of various smokes and met with nothing but fog. Lina and Trixie squealed before looping your arm and walking through the endless fog. There were bodies everywhere and these bodies came for one thing—other bodies. There were kissing groups of two, and four and even dry humping piles of six or more, only most of them were full on naked.

The further in you got the lewder the scene and you were not turned off at all. Two bikini clad servers approached holding trays of neon-colored drinks in nearly every color.

“Choose your poison, beware each comes with a different price.”

Lina took an orange and a green one, Trixie swiped a purple and a white one while you cautiously picked out a pink and a blue one. The three of you hit your six shot glasses together then knocked them back one after the other. Your pink one tasted like cotton candy while the blue one like blueberry.

“Mmm.”

You quickly swiped two more from a passing tray and downed them in sequence as well.

“I think we have our blackout princess back,” Trixie said in a sing song voice before cheering.

Your alter ego had gotten you into plenty of trouble over the years and they’d both been right by your side egging you on while heightening the amount of chaos you brought. Whenever you came out the other side you came out with no regrets and one question, where was your bra. Tonight, you’d opted out of a bra, so you knew that wasn’t going to be a question on your lips tomorrow afternoon. Blackout princess was back, and she was ravenous for fun.

Lina’s phone dinged and a few seconds later she smiled.

“Let’s go say hello to our host.”

An intriguing sight from across the room caught your eye and attention. Lina and Trixie began walking to the left, but you walked forward disappearing into the fog. The closer you got; you saw a group of people playing twister. Well, it was base Twister. On each color circle was a matching neon colored drink. You watched as each color and body part combo was called out and watched as each new part landed on a color, they were handed that color drink.

“Double the stakes, twice the mistakes.”

You looked beside you into the almost glowing eyes of a decent looking guy with semi long hair and a perfectly groomed goatee.

“Have you played?”

He nodded.

“Won?”

“Lost miserably.”

“How many drinks in did you get?”

He held up five fingers and you laughed. “Lightweight.”

He laughed then bounced your shoulder. “Hey, what if that was my last straw?”

“Then you need tougher skin or at least a higher tolerance.”

He scoffed, bit his bottom lip, and looked you over.

“How far do you think you can go?”

You looked back at the game and assessed the situation. You were in no way or shape a lightweight. You turned your body to his and locked in on his eyes.

“All—the—way!”

His smile was sexy and spoke of spontaneity. He leaned closer then looked to your lips. “Show me.”

Smirking, you nodded and approached the game just as a new round was beginning.

“Admission fee,” a girl with a neon purple bikini said.

“Which is?”

“Say ahh.”

You smiled and did as she said. As soon as your mouth opened, she placed a tablet on your tongue which tasted a lot like strawberries and cream as it quickly dissolved in your mouth.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The first combo was called, and you happily took the glowing red shot glass as your right foot took its place. After, came a yellow, then blue drink which resulted in your hands on opposite colors and your ass in the air facing the cute stranger.

“Left foot green.”

Thankful for your years of yoga you did the perfect wide legged downward dog then took the neon green drink. Once you gulped it down you looked between your spread legs and found his eyes right on your ass and his mouth wide open. You almost snorted. No one could ever resist this move. As you were about to move to put your left hand on the same red your left foot was on you saw another set of eyes watching you through the fog. It was thick around them and every time it thinned enough for you to make out their face, it only covered them more.

That was then the double vision set in making your legs feel wobbly. This was the admissions fee. Unable to stop yourself, you laughed out loud and moved your hand to red. This move had you twisted showing your flexibility as well as your dangerous curves. When you looked back, the fog thinned enough for you to make out just who the second set of eyes belonged to. Lewis Hamilton. As soon as you clocked him, he slid on his dark sunglasses and turned away disappearing into the fog.

With the next combo, two fell. Two combos after another three fell and two more from then you were the last one standing taking the prize with a total of nine drinks in your system. Rather than approaching the stranger again you disappeared into the fog off to explore what else this party had up its sleeve.

About two hours later, you were holding your liquor and substances surprisingly well as you approached a spirited game of twerk pong. Several people took turns trying to do their best twerk to empty the box of ping pong balls strapped to their tailbones. It was hilarious to watch the attempts at not only attempting the perfect twerk but also accomplish the task. Most failed at both but a few succeeded at one or the other.

“There you are!”

Trixie’s voice blared into your ear as she giggled. “Where have you been?”

“Taking inventory.”

“Found anyone you like?”

“The eye candy is nice. Not tempting enough to try flavors though.”

“Maybe your flavor is at this game,” Lina shouted louder than the cheers and laughter around. Your eyes met Lewis’ across the way. He bobbed his head to you then raised his glass, an action your mimicked.

“No one has taken the grand prize,” Lina said.

You looked over and saw a gold medal around Lewis’ neck.

“It’s made out of gourmet chocolate with a little surprise ingredient and twenty-four carat gold spray,” Lina added ending in her sing song voice.

She was clearly well on her way of being fucked up on the floor in a few hours.

“Any other attempts?”

A hand in the middle of your back sent you right into the middle.

“Wooooo, let’s hear it for Y/N!”

You glared at Trixie. She sure was living up to her name. Everyone around you clapped, cheered and chanted your name making it impossible to renege. You stood there as someone strapped a box around your waist then there was silence and all eyes turned to Lewis.

“Let the beat drop.”

Cheers rang out again and though you didn’t have any intention of playing along, the beat that dropped was a favorite of yours. Before you could stop yourself, you were already twerking. This was no twerk for the balls to come out, it was the twerking of an ass that needed to move to its favorite track. What followed next was inevitable. The balls dropped one by one from the small slot then two by two.

The more the song picked up, the more effort your put into it and the more you became determined to get the balls out. In a span of time that didn’t feel long at all you slowly realized that the all the balls were rolling around the floor and you were just twerking for twerk’s sake.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Sirens blared and everyone lost their damn mind. Lina and Trixie collided into you screaming.

“You did it!”

You laughed and shrugged as if it was only inevitable for you to do it. When you turned around you watched Lewis approach you with a smirk. Once he was about two feet from your face he stopped and leaned to your ear.

“Babygirl twerked so good it’s better than a beat drop!”

His words could have been the command to get wet because that is what instantly happened. You stood there stunned by his effect as he lifted off the medal that dangled against his neon paint splattered, tattooed chest that was on display for all to gawk at and place it around your neck. His scent hit you so hard you nearly stumbled backward. Fuck you thought, he smelled like the best things on earth, things that made your belly rumble but not from hunger--it was desire.

“Are you good at everything or just things you do with your body?”

A moan escaped you before you could stop it and that was when Lewis met your eyes. For a few moments, it felt like the entire place was empty and it was just the two of you surrounded by colored fog and neon lights. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip then watched him do the same. From your eyes, the action was something completely lewd and hedonistic which raised your temperature several degrees. The fog got thicker and somehow it worked as a sobering tool to bring you back to reality. Suddenly, everything and everyone came back into focus. You scoffed then leaned to his ear.

“My body’s no exception I’m good at everything I do.”

With that you backed away disappearing into the fog as you bit into the chocolate medal hanging around your neck. It would have to suffice as what you really wanted in your mouth would open a box you weren’t sure you could handle.

A while later you were sitting in a room where the walls were covered in paint splatter just staring at the different color patterns people had made. You’d figured out the secret ingredient Lina had alluded to—weed. Your sight had settled, and now you were experiencing a beautiful mellow vibe that had you feeling good. You rose to your feet and approached the buckets of paint and took up one of the feather dusters then swung it to the wall. A fresh streak of bright orange droplets peppered the wall and floor.

You stood there admiring your work then rode the wave of energy that overtook you. You dipped the duster into bucket after bucket of pain and splattered them willy nilly onto the walls in complete chaotic and erratic fashion. You buzzed around the room as if you’d chugged several energy drinks and now felt like Hermes himself sans the winged sneakers as per Percy Jackson era. Soon you were spinning around in a circle in the room squealing and having the time of your life.

“Either you’ve paid way too many admission fees and are tripping out or you’re paying all the prices of the poisons.”

You stopped but the room kept spinning. You stumbled a few steps, but strong arms gripped you before the floor came up to meet you.

“Woah, woah. Y/N, are you okay?”

You giggled and nodded. “I’m better than okay. If Lina and Trixie could see me now. They wouldn’t dare call me boring.”

He smiled and stood you up but kept his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You, boring? I pity the daft pricks who ever believed that.”

You met his eyes. “You were never one of them?”

Lewis shook his head. “Never. I’ve always seen just who you are from the moment we met.”

You could feel the heat from his hands on the bare skin of your back and it was then you became aware of your own hands that were plastered across his bare chest and abs. Dropping your eyes, you took in the beauty that was Lewis Hamilton. He was covered in neon paint with a few glow sticks poking out of his pocket. The light from them illuminated one of your favorite tattoos on him. you raised your hand to it and traced your finger over it.

“I’ve always wondered—why the compass?”

“It’s to commemorate me finding my direction in my life, finding my place. The church and faith are important to me, and I believe it is through the church I found my direction and have such strong faith.”

Your throat tightened stopping the words that were coming. Thankfully because it was going to be an undignified “woah bruh that’s dope.” You must have looked a way because he cleared his throat and stepped back taking his hands with him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—spoil the fun.”

You turned away and dipped the duster back into a bucket. “Ehm, you didn’t. No worries.”

A few seconds later, he approached your side and took one of the dusters and dipped as well. The two of you began splashing paint onto the walls in silence before you turned to him and flashed the duster without thinking. He was now streaked with bright pink neon paint from the side of his face down his chest and abs.

“Oh—no—you—didn’t,” Lewis enunciated.

Your mouth was wide open in shock. You hadn’t meant to do it.

“I’m sorry.”

Ignoring that, he dipped his duster and lifted it. You watched the neon yellow drip down his hand before you backed away.

“Wait, Lewis I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you will be.”

Just like that he swung the duster and covered you in paint. You stood there in shock.

“Ah, you’re dead!”

You both lunged to buckets dipping your dusters and flicking paint at each other while trying to dodge the other’s attack. It was pointless because the beauty of the duster was it went everywhere. In no time, both of you were a glowing mess and laughing like children. Wanting the last laugh, you hurried to the bucket once more but slipped due to all the paint on the floor and lunged right into him tackling him to the floor. You both laughed again at the outcome.

“That’s what you get,” he teased.

Lewis’ hand came to your forehead and wiped then moved to your cheek and wiped again.

“You’re covered.”

“So are you.”

You wiped at the paint in his beard then moved to his forehead and nose. Slowly you both stopped laughing but your hands continued moving, wiping at the paint on the other’s face. When you felt his thumb swipe your bottom lip an electric zing traveled through you which made you aware of how you were sprawled on top of him.

“All the colors are your color,” Lewis said.

A small smile spread across your lips, and you nodded.

“You too.”

Again, your eyes locked and though you knew you should have stood, you didn’t. He felt good underneath you.

“I’ve always wondered,” Lewis began before his hand dipped to your neck. “Why are you always so cold to me?”

It felt like someone had gut punched you. While you knew you’d kept your distance from him you never in a million years imaged he saw it as you being cold.

“I—I’m—I’m not.”

“You are. At first, I thought it was because I made you uncomfortable then I moved on to thinking you just didn’t like the whole spotlight and fame thing, then I got hung up on maybe you not liking me as a person.”

“And now?”

He studied you for a moment then breathed out. “Now I don’t know what to think.”

You chewed your bottom lip and his eyes dropped to them.

“It’s none of those. It’s nothing.”

You pulled yourself up but his hand at the small of your back pulled you right back against him this time bringing your faces inches apart.

“Then tell me what it is. Put my curiosity out if its misery.”

“Your energy—my energy--.”

You sighed then swallowed. “Our energies want to play together. Don’t you feel that?”

“I’ve always felt it. Of course, I thought I was mad after a year or two.”

You shook your head. “You’re not mad.”

Lewis’ hand at the small of your back moved to your hip then slid down to the outside of your thigh. He then moved you, so you were straddling him. Oh fuck, you thought. He’d just made a move.

“You feel it, I’m not mad. Where does that leave this?”

That intoxicating thing about him was wreaking havoc on you right now. You were paying all the prices and you were coming up on broke. You had nothing else to give, no more restraints. Another moan escaped you, your second for the night. The nudge underneath you only made it worse. He was hard and from what you felt large. Before you lost all your senses, you pulled back and sprang to your feet.

“Exactly where it’s always been for six years. I not going to be another name in the memory book—that’s just not who I am.”

You turned and quickly walked out of the room before you changed your mind. As soon as you walked out Lina was there dragging you away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I found the best game. You’re gonna love it!”

She pulled your through the halls until you came to a large room that glowed. It was then all the pain on you lit up. This party gets better and better, you thought.

“We need one more couple for the game,” Lina said.

“Couple? What game?”

“What do I taste like,” Trixie shouted making everyone in the room cheer.

Lina pushed you down onto the floor as she took her seat in front of a dark-haired clean-shaven guy with a neon painted skull on his cheek. As you looked around you realized you were the only one without someone across from them.

“I don’t have a partner.”

“I think you do,” Lina said.

Following her eyes, you turned and looked up. There stood Lewis.

“Looks like we’re a destined pair,” he said as he sat in front of you.

“We’re all here,” Lina shouted before you could protest.

You glared at her. you couldn’t believe she’d taken a page out of Trixie’s book. She blew you a kiss before giving her attention to the man across from her.

“The rules are simple. In the box between you there are a variety of flavors of candy. Your goal is to correctly identify them by flavor and brand, but the catch is you can’t do it by sight or touch. You can only rely of your sense of taste and smell. However, catch two, you must figure out the information by kissing the person in front of you after they’ve eaten the candy.”

Again, the room erupted in cheers and excited applause. You just sat there marinating in how much your friends had fucked you.

“Admissions fees first please.”

A server walked around the room placing tablets into everyone’s mouth. You took a breath as the tablet melted away then watched Lewis.

“Ladies first?”

You dipped your hand into the box then looked at him waiting for him to use the blindfold sitting beside the box. He smirked then covered his eyes. You unwrapped the yellow pina colada starburst and popped it into your mouth. As you chewed, you tried to formulate a plan on how to get through this without losing control. Slowly, you leaned to him and stared at his lips. It was hard not to think that this had been six years in the making and that finally you’d get it over with.

“Chickened out?”

Rolling your eyes, you pressed your lips to his. It was to be quick but the second your lips touched it was like kissing an electric wall that had crazy glue. What was to be quick changed as reality hit you. His lips were impossibly soft, and full—fuller than they appeared. When you felt his hand on your chin you pulled away.

“Come on,” he breathlessly began. “I can’t taste anything. I need more.”

“Remember you’re competing not only with each other but time,” a server announced.

“I don’t know about you, Y/N but I like to win, and I play to win. So, let’s do that.”

Damn his competitiveness, you thought before you crashed your lips to his again this time feeding him your tongue. His moan vibrated against your lips then you felt him suck on your tongue. Good lord you thought just as he pulled back.

“Pina colada and I think it’s starburst. I have some.”

He lowered the corner of his blindfold and locked eyes with you. “Delicious.”

You swallowed and lowered your eyes.

“My turn.”

He handed you the eye mask then dug into the box. Submerged in darkness, you found your anxiety catapulting to the ceiling. The longer he took, the more anxious you became and the more anxious you became the louder you felt your heart thumping.

“I think you’ll like this one,” he muttered.

You waited and waited but still nothing happened. Just when you were ready to yank off the mask you felt his tongue trace your bottom lip. An unexpected whimper slipped out, but Lewis didn’t stop, he trailed his tongue over your top lip before he pressed his lips to yours and sucked your top lip. When you felt his hand at the back of your neck, your mouth opened on its own allowing him to kiss you deeper. Somehow this didn’t feel like it was part of the game. It felt different.

“Any guesses?”

His breath brushed against your face giving you a vital clue to the flavor. Now only if you could find your voice.

“S—s—strawberry skit—skittles.”

Lewis lowered your blindfold bringing his smile into focus. “Good job. Told you that you’d like it. I know strawberries are your favorite.”

Breaking the eye contact you handed him the mask and dipped into the box as he was covering his eyes. You bit into the bite sized almond joy and moaned. You loved almond joy. When you pressed your lips to his you both moaned. This time it didn’t take long for your tongues to find each other and when they did you unconsciously scooted closer to him and melted just a little.

“Almond joy,” Lewis whispered against your lips.

Turn after turn you each ate a candy and kissed the other and kiss after kiss blurred any lines that were between you. Each kiss descended deeper into the realm of attraction and desire and further from staying away from each other. By the time there were only 4 couples left from the previous eliminations you and Lewis were kissing freely, happily and hungrily. It had long stopped being about the game or competitiveness it was now something else—deep yearning maybe.

You ignored the whispers around you about how you and he made a good team and how good you looked together. It was not something that you could afford to let sink into your head no matter how much you’d began wanting in with each passing round.

“All right, two couples left. Last one.”

You dug in and opened the foil wrapped and popped the chocolate into your mouth. Instantly you could tell it was some Nutella concoction. This was going to be easy for him. Wasting no time, you kissed him and in seconds he pulled away.

“Nutella bomb.”

Everyone cheered and jumped around at your victory but instead of him doing the same he pulled you to him and kissed you again. Your legs were draped over his thighs with the now empty box between you, the only thing separating your nether regions. Lewis moaned on you pulling yours from your chest. He brought his hand to your jaw and kissed you deeper, swearing his tongue with yours and teasing it. The man could kiss, he more than could kiss, he should be kissed every day. The image of him manning a kissing booth flashed into your head at that moment and it was a good look for him.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back holding nothing back. It felt damn good to let go and just do.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled you up to straddle him for the second time that night and for the second time you felt his erection. “Y/N—I—I need you.”

His hand cupped your ass and squeezed as he brought you closer making you feel just how true those words were. A shadow caught your eye and you pulled from him. The room was now empty with only the two of you in it.

“I need to go.”

You stood and staggered out of the room. This time you had no intention of stopping until you got outside. However, once you got down the stairs you felt someone lift you and throw you over their shoulders.

“What the hell! Put me down!”

You pounded a bare back that you could barely make up thanks to the darkness throughout the house. One detail looked familiar, the cross tattoo.

“Lewis? Lewis put me down!”

He walked through the party, around people who all laughed and cheered him on. No one seemed to want to help or seem to think they needed to. A few minutes later, Lewis brought you both into a large room with an even larger bed that he threw you across.

“What the actual fuck! What are you doing?”

“Making you finally talk to me. Don’t you think six years is long enough?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Hell yeah you thought six years was long enough.

“Fine. I’ll go first. I like you, Y/N. I like you a fucking a lot. I have since we met.”

You had to fight your jaw from dropping. He liked you?

“And before you call bullshit let me stop you. It’s not bullshit. I like everything about you. I even like that you didn’t want to become like the other girls. I like that you’re the only one who keeps me at a distance. Everyone else tries their damndest to pull me closer, keep me with them. Not you. I like that you have morals and standards and that you won’t lower them for no one no matter their fame status or anything. I like that you have integrity and that you’ve worked hard for everything you currently have. I love your hustle, your drive. I like that you don’t feel the need to party all the time and can stand yourself at home alone. I like that you can turn into this bombshell who is the life of the party and can make anyone feel comfortable in seconds with only a smile and a hug. You have no idea how truly amazing you are. I even like that you didn’t want to kiss me and have never tried to sleep with me. I like that only you have had me questioning my own appeal and worth to a woman beyond money and fame.”

He was not standing directly in front of you.

“I—like—you.”

You dropped onto the bed and sat at the edge.

“I’m losing my mind keeping all of this from you. I can’t keep it in any longer. I know we’re not friends, not exactly, though I’ve always thought of you as one. I can’t be your friend or whatever we are anymore. I don’t want to be.”

You sat there speechless as his words hit you one by one as if English was your second or third language. I like you. He liked you. He liked you?

“You like me?”

Lewis snorted then smiled and your belly fluttered. “You’re unbelievable. Of course, you didn’t know. I swore you knew and that was one of the reasons you were keeping your distance.”

He placed his hand on top of his head then shook it. You kept your eyes on him still unable to believe his words.

“You like me?”

Lewis turned back to you and came a little closer. “Yes. I like you, Y/N.”

“How? Wait—why?”

The look he gave you said that he thought you were nuts. You couldn’t help it though. This was Lewis Hamilton; he could have any and every single woman in the world. He’d been with countless women, models, actresses, and singers. You were so opposite the women he’d naturally gravitate to, and it made you anxious and hesitant to believe him.

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

You proceeded to list off the names of the women you’d heard from Lina and Trixie that he’d been with. Every name drop brought the clench of his jaw; with every name he avoided your eyes. By the time you were done the silence in the room stretched. After a minute or two he sighed out.

“They have plenty of things in common, but I have nothing in common with them.”

“Thank God. Look I know I have a past—a colorful one. There have been a lot of rumors and a lot of media coverage on what I may or may not have done or who I may or may not have been involved with. I get it but it’s just that, my past.”

Thinking back, you hadn’t seen much news about him with anyone within the last few years. all thot behavior had been absent from the media. Part of you thought he’d gotten better at protecting his privacy but hearing him now was it possible that he’d been abstaining.

“I’ve been trying to stay focused on my plan and my goals and for me that meant work and nothing else. When Lina and Trixie introduced you to me, I had to up my discipline in staying focused. You made it hard.”

The way your heart rattled you could have sworn he heard it but rather than asking what was so loud he continued confessing as if you were a priest. Everything he said was like fluffy cotton candy, sweet and tender but for some reason you struggled to believe it completely. Your anxiety got the better of you then.

“What are you saying Lewis?”

He took your hand then slowly laced his fingers with yours. The contrast was beautiful. His larger, much more tatted and evidently used for hard manual work, yours smaller, and dainty looking as if you’d never worked a day in your life compared to his. They looked so good together—so right.

“I want to stay focused on my goals, I have so much accomplish but every time I see you, you make me want to find a place for you beside me, a place for you not only in my life right now but my future.”

Your eyes bugged. You shook your head trying to clear any haze in your head that may have made you mishear.

“What? How? Why? This is so--sudden.”

“It’s not. It’s been five years in the making. Five years of me debating with myself, five years of me taking steps closer to you only to rescind those steps, five years of me planning, working and making moves to make that place for you, make the changes so this could have a chance in hell of working, so we could work.”

His eyes were too sincere to be bullshitting you. The energy coming off of him felt too genuine for this to be a ruse or him spitting game for some ass in this fog filled neon colored room. He was being truthful—vulnerable. You had no words though. You couldn’t trust your voice, much less being this close to him. More than ever the energy around him bombarded him.

Suddenly the door busted open, and a few cheering bodies rushed in.

“Come on, the powder fight’s started!”

Yanking your hand back, you sprang to your feet while maintaining eye contact with Lewis. His face was now clouded with mask of indifference that you were kind of impressed with. In the span of five seconds, he’d been able to go from on to off without a trace. Before you could speak you were pulled out of the room and through the house to the expansive backyard that was clouded with a multitude of colored powder wafting in the air. Everyone laughed, screamed and cheered as they threw balloons at each other.

A balloon collided with your stomach then burst open scattering yellow powder everywhere. When you turned you saw Lina laughing as she came to you with her arms open. As she pulled you into a hug, both of you spun around. You couldn’t help but laugh with her, that was how infectious her mood was.

“Woooooo!”

She slammed another balloon onto you right into your right boob and pink powder spilled out of it.

“Get into it!”

She handed off two balloons to you before she turned and threw the others she held onto. Spinning around, you looked into the air at the colors blending together and blowing in the soft breeze then laughed as you closed your eyes allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. You felt weightless, and free like you had not a worry in the world. The confession from Lewis from before was a distant memory in your head but your heart remembered. You’d fought this for years and the night you decided to let your guard down was the night he decided to change the rules.

The music around you got louder and louder, tuning out the shouts and screams of everyone around you and as you danced happily and freely, you threw balloons in random directions. You must have been an easy target because you felt balloon after balloon pound against your body. Before long, you were completely covered in powder of all colors, and you were having the time of your life. A strong breeze swept by and cleared some of the powder in the air enough for you to make out Lewis across the way. He too was covered in powder with a wide smile across his lips.

You stood there frozen as that smile hit you in the gut unfurling everything you’d felt over the years. All the longing, the desire, the yearning and hope surged through you so fast you didn’t have time to push them down. Lewis’ eyes locked onto yours and you watched him lick his lips in the sinfully slow way he always did that drove millions wild. You mirrored the action and a taste of fruit punch hit your tastebuds. It was then you realized the powder was flavored like the powder in those fun stick dips.

Lewis took slow steps toward you. Even when the breeze stopped, and the powder cloud thickened to the point where you lost sight of him you still felt him stalking closer like a predator. Several moments passed where all you saw was colored powder, then suddenly you saw his face before yours before it disappeared again. Turning your head from side to side you looked for him, then found his eyes to your right. He was circling you.

Before you could reach out for him, you felt his hand on your hip and his body behind yours. You didn’t dare speak, instead you stood perfectly still nonverbally giving him permission to any and everything he wanted.

“Dance with me?”

You slowly nodded your head before you began swaying your body against his. Your movements at first were timid. You didn’t want to cross a line that you knew there was no coming back from, but you also wanted to test his limits, see how close you could get to that line. When your ass brushed against his crotch, Lewis groaned into your ear his lip skimming it. He was hard.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m good at control. Every minute of every day I am in control, but Christ do you strip me of it every single time I’m near you.”

Your entire being filled with glee and the lite feeling of intoxication. Again, you brushed your ass on him and this time he squeezed your hip keeping you pressed on his throbbing cock.

“Mmm.”

“You like the way I feel against you? You like knowing you make me harder than I’ve ever been in my life? Hm?”

Like you were puppet and he the puppeteer you nodded, mind in a haze, body in a frenzy from not only his proximity but the sound of his voice and his breath teasing your ear and neck. Part of you wondered if this is how other women felt when he was near. Did they automatically lose their senses, did their bodies instantly take over and overheat, did everything in them scream to just be touched, bent over, and spanked?

Lewis moaned again but a second later he was gone and in front of you with one arm around your back and the other on your hip. Using those large skillful hands, he moved your body the way he wanted. The reggae song blasting around you set the perfect tone for all of the unspoken words hanging between you. You placed your hand on his shoulder, using him as your brace, your legs were pointless right now especially with the way he was holding you and where he’d decided to put his leg.

The heat from his body was scorching and burned your fingers but not with fire or pain, the more you touched his bare skin the more you wanted to feel. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingertips teased the back of the gold and diamond chain he wore and everything you’d wanted in the last five years came forefront. Him. Lewis pulled his face back and looked into your eyes keeping you captivated.

“I’m in love with you.”

He’d found the right moment to kick the rest of your walls down, the right moment to destroy you. With nothing else to do you crashed your lips to his. A burst of rainbow flavors reached your tastebuds. It tasted like every flavor in your mouth, fruit punch, grape, lemon, orange, pineapple, mango and so many more.

“Mmm.”

Lewis pulled you flush against him and truly kissed you for the first time. The kisses you’d exchanged during the candy tasting game didn’t hold a flame to this kiss. His lips were warm and soft and so full. When you slightly parted yours, his tongue slipped inside your mouth and wrapped around yours. The way his hand gripped your back screamed of the amount of power he held in just one hand. As your bodies pressed together heatedly, you melted into him finally allowing yourself to give in to the sensations rushing through you.

You could feel every muscle of his broad chest and every single well defined ab muscle. The way his heart thudded against your chest matched the rapid race of currently happening in your own chest. His scent made your knees buckle. It was a scent unique to him, a scent that was purely masculine and completely sultry and a scent that you reacted to in ways you’d never reacted to any other. You moaned again then sank your teeth into his bottom lip, teasing him, tempting him to take more. Lewis responded with his hand slipping to the top of your ass where he hesitated for only a moment before he went lower and squeezed the swell of your ass.

“Uuuugh.”

It was muffled against your lips, but you got his meaning. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you gripped the collar of his shirt and balled it within your fists. The urge to strip him came suddenly and it was an urge you listened to. You pulled at the fabric and pulled it off of his shoulder then fully off his body. Now with him bare, your hands roamed muscled canvas of his back, pressing to memory every indent, slope and bulge. He was sheer perfection. Lewis nudged you forward as if needing you closer. Abandoning your feet, you used him to hoist yourself onto your tiptoes and he took the hint and lifted you into his arms.

With your legs wrapped around his waist you could feel the prominent bulge in his pants with more definition. He was large no doubt and your body wanted him so desperately. Lewis tore his lips from yours and latched them onto your neck, licking, sucking and nibbling your flesh. Your moans turned to mewls as you squeezed him tighter and tighter the wetter and wetter you got. You were so lost in the way his lips felt against your skin that you didn’t register anything else but the butterflies in your gut, the goosebumps that remained dotted across your body, the tightness in your chest from the rapid way your heart pounded begging for the words inside to be released.

When you felt your back press against a hard surface you groaned, then the slam of a door then you were discarded into a sea of soft silk that smelled like fresh linen. Opening your eyes for the first time in several minutes, you found Lewis standing just above you. You did a quick survey of your surroundings but only made out a bed, three walls and a large neon mural just behind you on the wall thanks to the darkness. The walls were lit up with the same neon colors you’d seen all night which told you were still on the property, but the muffled sounds of music told you that you were far enough from the happenings of the party.

“I find it funny how you’ve brought me to yet another bedroom.”

A sly grin spread across his face.

“If you wanted to get me into bed all you had to do was ask,” you finished.

His grin disappeared. “No, I don’t want to get you in bed, Y/N. I swear it. I just--,” he rushed out before you snorted and pulled him on top of you by the waistband of his pants. The weight of him on top of you surged your arousal.

“Shup up Lewis,” you teasingly muttered before kissing him again.

As you kissed you rolled over the bed taking turns with who was on top of whom and who kissed whom with more fever, and passion. When you finally rolled onto him you straddled his hips and attacked his neck. His groan was hearty and guttural, but a few seconds later he gripped you by your arms and held you back a few inches from him.

“Wait, you know that this isn’t what I want from you right?”

“Yes.”

“We don’t have to--.”

Again, you cut him off with your lips. Biting and teasing them had become your favorite way to enjoy them. sucking it into your mouth made his cock lurch underneath you.

“Mmm, you like that.”

“Pretty sure I’m so far gone I’d like anything you do.”

Smiling you peppered kisses down to his chin then his neck across his Adam’s apple and to that dip under his throat. Once there, Lewis arched slightly as he squeezed your arms that weren’t holding you back any longer. You gripped his hands, laced your fingers with his and pressed them to the soft cushion of the bed then descended down his body with kisses and licks enjoying the rainbow of flavors that had become part of him.

When you licked then bit his hardened nipple he hissed and flexed his hands. There was something about knowing that he could easily overpower you if he wanted to and was letting you tease him this way that made you even wetter for him. His reactions to your mouth was like fuel for you. After kissing each and every ab muscle, your lips made it to his obliques where you nipped his skin making his cock nudge your chin.

“Fuck! I’m so hard for you right now.”

“Still don’t want this from me?”

Lewis flipped you onto your back in a fluid move then pinned your hands above your head as he stared into your eyes. “No. I still don’t want this from you. I want so much more.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your lady parts clenched, and your belly fluttered.

“Like what?”

He smiled softly then kissed your forehead. “Breakfast with you each and every morning.” He kissed your nose. “Shopping spree lunches that get frisky in the dressing rooms. His lips teased yours as his soft breath tickled the space under your nose. “Romantic dinners every night over candlelight while I hold your hand and tell you how gorgeous you are.”

When he kissed your lips fully then dipped to your neck you arched your back off the bed.

“Vacations in every corner of the globe.” He dropped a few kisses in a line to the top of your breast. “You at the pit for every one of my races.” His teeth grazed your skin before he circled his nose around your pert nipple that was begging for his attention. “You at family dinners, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and every holiday and day in between.”

Warmth blossomed in your chest and your heart threatened to explode from your chest.

“I want it all, Y/N, but I only want it all with you. Only you will ever do.”

Silence stretched between you and in this moment, you no longer knew why you’d held back, why you’d stayed away, or why you’d tortured yourself for five years when you both clearly felt the same way about each other. This wasn’t game or a ruse, he had no reason to go this far. This wasn’t about a conquest; he could conquer any other woman. This was real. It had to be. You freed your hands from his grip then slowly felt his face tracing every detail, the small worry lines etched into his forehead, the full arch of his brows, down to his perfectly symmetrical nose and his artfully crafted cupid’s bow. As you felt his lips and bearded chin you decided you’d give him everything he wanted while hoping it led to forever.

Softly you kissed him, slowly letting your lips press the feel of his to memory so you could revisit it later. His kiss was like sin, and it was a sin you’d gladly rapture again and again with no regrets. Lewis moaned just as you did but he didn’t take control of the kiss, he allowed you to explore him and control what happened next. You knew it was a major feat for him. He rarely ever relinquished control.

You trailed your hands from his face down to his shoulders then down his chest and abs to his pants then began undoing them. His eyes opened at the same time yours did, but your lips didn’t stop moving. Both of you hesitated for a moment.

“I’m in love with you too,” you whispered.

The way he stared at you made your heart feel as if his hand gripped it.

“Do you mean that?”

You nodded and the joy you saw on his face made you smile almost as widely as he was smiling. Lewis kissed you again just as you began pushing his pants off his waist. He quickly stood at the foot of the bed and peeled them off. You almost jumped his bones once he stood there in nothing but his boxer-briefs. There were so many rumors about how large he was, but this was the first time you were understanding those rumors to be all fact. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you looked over all the glorious skin on display then sat up as if being pulled by an invisible string.

You pressed your lips to his abs as you raked your nails down his back. Both actions elicited a loud hiss from him.

“You’re so sexy.”

“Me?”

You nodded again then licked a trail over the powder on his abs and moaned. Lewis reached down, holding out his hand for you to take. When you did, he stood you on top of the bed making you to a few inches taller than him. He traced the tips of his fingers up your sides until he dipped them underneath you top. He then lifted off the tube top to your matching cycling shorts then tossed it to the side. You stood before him as he slowly took in your bare breasts. He took his sweet time before he finally touched you, cupping them in his large hands. When he swirled his tongue around the bud you moaned and watched him work.

“Mmm.”

He slowly ravished them, licking, sucking, nibbling, and teasing your nipples until you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging his head to them. He lifted you into his arms holding you just below your ass as he devoured you. When he laid you back on the bed, he moved his mouth to your right breast as he massaged the left.

“Jesus, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Everything you imagined?”

His grin reemerged. “Better!”

Lewis peppered kisses down the center of your body to your belly button before dipping his tongue inside. Fighting the urge to wiggle from the tickle, you bit your bottom lip and gripped the sheets. Before Lewis made any other moves, he glanced up at you.

“Are you sure?”

“So fucking sure.”

With that he gripped the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down. Once they were fully off, you left your legs in the air wanting to make him work for it.

“Making me work for my meal?”

Smirking you arched onto your elbow and watched him. Lewis pried your thighs apart pressing them to the bed. His eyes darted to your thighs, and you knew he was fully taking in your flexibility.

“Better than a daydream and a wet dream could never.”

He dropped down and kissed a path along your leg up to your inner thigh then to your pelvis.

“Mmm.”

He mirrored the same actions to your right leg and thigh then teased the flesh just underneath your belly button.

“Such a tease.”

“Princess, I haven’t even begun to tease you.”

The butterflies in your belly picked up in anticipation. You had to fight to remain slightly composed. You didn’t want him to know just how open he had you—not yet. When he kissed your pubis, you moaned softly. Then he gave one long lick along your covered slit. The sensation was dulled but it felt amazing, nonetheless.

“Damn girl.”

You watched hm slip your panties to the side then suck his bottom lip.

“You’re so wet.”

You couldn’t help but smile shyly. The secret of just how badly you wanted him was out. Lewis trailed his pointer along your slit circling your entrance before he lifted his finger to show you the proof, as if you needed it.

“Do you want me?”

You instantly nodded but you refused to be embarrassed by it. Lewis sucked his finger clean and moaned before he dropped his lips to your clit, kissing you with an open mouth. When you felt the suction, you arched and reached for his head. Digging your fingers into his twists, you lost yourself in how good his mouth felt on you.

“Mmm, fuck girl you taste so good.”

He didn’t wait for you to reply, instead, he buried his head again this time slurping your flesh.

“Oh fucking---fuck!”

Lewis moaned as he did it again and again. When you expected a fourth slurp he switched up and flicked his tongue against your clit making your gut knot. You were not going to last long; you knew it now and from the way you held on to his hair and whimpered he must have known it too. You tried to close your thighs, but he wasn’t having it. He kept his hands pressed to your inner thighs stopping any movement he didn’t permit.

“Fuck, Lewis!”

The pattern of his tongue sent you to another plane of existence and the way he knew just what to do for how long left you speechless.

“Look at me.”

The command in his voice hit with such force your head snapped up and your eyes met his. It was then he slipped two fingers inside of you as he sucked on your clit. Your whining increased as you felt your orgasm drawing nearer. In record time you dropped your head back and screeched out not caring who heard you.

“Fuuuuuuck! Mmmmm!”

Lewis didn’t stop. The mischievous glint in his eyes said he knew what he was doing, and he intended to pull another orgasm from you before he stopped.

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes!”

Just like that it was over and still he kept your thighs pressed to the bed. When he emerged his cocky smile was what he wore like a medal of honor as he dragged his tongue up your body and over your nipple. Capturing his lips, you moaned then wrapped your legs around his waist rubbing your wetness against his sheathed hardness. Using your feet, you pushed his underwear off his hips and down his thighs. The heaviness of his cock rested against your slick entrance and that was all it took for your hunger to reach max levels.

“Shit, you test all of my control,” he mumbled on your lips.

“Lose your control then.”

“Think you can handle that?”

For emphasis he rocked against you nudging your clit with his member. You moaned and squeezed your thighs tighter.

“I hear death by dick isn’t a bad way to go.”

He snorted then reached between your bodies to swipe his cock along your slit. You peeped down needing to see just how good this death would be. Your jaw dropped almost instantly from what you saw. He was large, thick and so fucking intimidating. Were you intimidated? Not at all. That was probably a mistake, and your ravenous desire was to blame but you didn’t pause to think about it. You watched Lewis swipe himself through your folds again and again getting even more mesmerized by the sight every time he did it. When your eyes locked you knew you were a goner.

Lewis leaned forward then licked across your lips in the nastiest way. You couldn’t help but tip your tongue out to his and wrap it around before you sucked it. His moan was deep, and the vibration did something otherworldly to you. With your foreheads pressed together you both panted as if you’d run a marathon, relishing the feelings floating between you. When you’d said your energies wanted to play together this was exactly what you meant. There was something indescribable happening between you, something intense, something that burned so hot, so bright and so violently that the threat of complete destruction was ever present.

The first feel of him pressing into you had your eyes snapping open to lock onto his. He took it slow, making sure you felt everything, not wanting to skim over anything. Your jaw dropped as your body stretched to accommodate him. Neither of you spoke, neither wanting to break whatever spell that had been cast and was driving you both insane. You sank your nails into the flesh at his waist as the feel of him threatened to make you black out. When you thought you couldn’t take another inch, Lewis pulled back then plunged forth again taking you by surprise.

“Oh fuck! Lewis!”

His groan was low and the look on his face spoke of complete focus. You could tell he was holding back. Your heart swelled giving you the courage to forge ahead taking the initiative to take more of him. He looked at you in disbelief like he couldn’t believe you were real. Snapping his hips forward, he sheathed himself to the hilt. Your back levitated off of the bed as you rode out your orgasm.

“Jesus. You’re tight,” he struggled out through gritted teeth.

You circled your hips so he could feel just how tight.

“You’re--playing with—fire.”

“Burn me daddy!”

That was all it took for him to press your hands to the bed and thrust into you setting the pace that said he was not holding back anymore. Your moans and pants filled the room and created the base for your skin slapping together on the soundtrack of love making. Your name slipped from his lips over and over as he plowed into you. Every time his hips flicked forward you clenched around him and every time you clenched the next thrust crippled you. Within short minutes you’d cum again but he didn’t look like he was anywhere near finishing. Before you could cum again, he managed to flip you onto your stomach. When you felt him smack your ass with his dick you instinctively twerked on him.

“Fucking---Christ!”

He remained still watching your ass shake and bounce against his cock. Once you got into it, he hoisted your ass in the air then laid an open mouth kiss on your pussy.

“Shit, yes!”

His tongue licked across you as he slurped and shook his head making an even bigger mess. You could barely breath by the time your next release brought your eyes to the back of your head. In one swift move, Lewis lowered you to the bed then slammed into you making you cum undone once again.

“Shit!”

The bed shook, your body quivered, and your bodies dripped with sweat but still he didn’t stop, or slow down. You knew he’d lost complete control, but you didn’t care you were right there with him and come what may you were going to take everything he gave.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Not yet. Fuck—me!”

As if that was the command he’d been waiting for, Lewis pulled you up by the back of your neck, hugged you to him with a firm grip of your hips and jackhammered into you, showing not one ounce of mercy. You screamed and melted against him as you lost your shit and sanity. With his other hand, he cupped your breast and pinched your nipple sending you even higher.

“Y/N,” he whispered on a strangled breath and seconds later you felt his thrusts stagger until he’d snapped forward one final time releasing himself dragging one final shout from both of your lips. You toppled over and Lewis came with you collapsing on top of you.

You didn’t know how long the two of you remained entangled there like that with nothing but the distance sounds of music and screams of the party still happening mere feet away. You were floating so high and seeing so many stars that you didn’t care about anything else.

“Mmmm, do you see what you do to me?”

Your body lifted and by the time your eyes fluttered open you realized your back was pressed to Lewis’ chest as he spooned you from behind keeping his half-hardened length nestled between your folds.

“Mm-nh, What?”

Your voice was unrecognizable. It was more like a hoarse croak.

“You make me lose control.”

“Good,” you croaked out. This time you couldn’t hold back your snort.

“What’s so funny?”

Clearing your throat, the best you could you spoke, “You made me lose my voice.”

Lewis thrusted forward showing you he was quickly nearing ready for round two.

“Shit baby girl, I’m gonna make you lose more than that. Your walls and your sanity are on the agenda for the night.”

You squealed as you laughed. Another thrust forward had you stopping.

“This dick ain’t nothing to laugh at girl.”

He rolled onto his back taking you with him, so you were straddling him reverse cowgirl style. Just like that he came alive standing at full attention.

“Oh god Lewis.”

“I’ll ask again—think you can handle that?”

You heard the challenge in his voice and the competitiveness in you sparked. You leaned forward to brace yourself on his ankles you lifted your ass up giving him the perfect view of the art that was your bodies. Lewis groaned then dropped a heavy hand onto your ass.

“Mmm.”

“Fuck, this dick looks so good inside of you.”

He slapped your ass again and again as you slowly slid him back in. You could feel him dripping out of you and would have given anything to see what he saw.

“Fuck, so beautiful, princess. Make me fill that pussy up again.”

He thrust his hips up making you clench around him just before you began the show hell bent on giving him the ride of his life.

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