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MA'AM...

You know I love me a good crack fic... and thi just might take the cake for me! I was turned on one minute... then laughing... then cringing... and just, yes! Just all of it, yes.

No joke, I just woke up Tilly because of the bizarre laugh-snort-squeal that left my throat when I read about his manicured fingers. No, No... I'm sure the manicured! BAHAHAHAHA!

But still... it was so deliciously hot... I just... *sigh* I'm confused. But one thing I'm NOT confused on it that I ADORE THIS! Fabulous job, my dear! And excellent work with the prompts!

The Lighthouse

Choices Book: The Royal Romance

Characters: Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis

Rating/Warning: Smut ⚠️⚠️ 18+ Adult Content ⚠️⚠️

Word Count: 1202

Base in Play: 3rd (Spring Fever Pitch Day 4: FUN)

Summary: At a Cordonian Event, two things are not as they seem.

A/N: This story comes from the Wheel of Smut, sorry the Concession Stand for Spring Fever Pitch 🤣. This is possibly the second fic I write for TRR, it was/is nerve wrecking and I hope I do these two justice. Boy! what a way to get my feet wet into the TRR world. Day 4 of Spring Fever is a FUN event and we know how much Maxwell loves events, Olivia not so much. Maybe this will change her mind...

A/N 2: This scenario is between two consenting adults. Edging of sorts will be taking place for the pleasure of both characters. It's a bit tame but the essences (my version) of a Dom/Sub relationship is in play, please if that is not your cup of tea, you won't be hurting my feelings if you stop here. Sorry not sorry, I read too much spicy romance (kidding that is not a thing, you can never read too much) but that is where I get inspiration for the writing style.

A/N 3: Concession Stand Prompts in use; frisky (word prompt) "Don't make me take you home and punish you." (sentence prompt) Lighthouse (location prompt) The Royal Romance (book prompt)

Characters Belong to Pixelberry

⚠️⚠️continuing to read past this point you agree that you are 18+⚠️⚠️

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A gasping moan fills the empty space. My back pressing against the cold white walls. The beacon of light turned off but still rotating in the daylight, waiting to guide those at sea once the darkness covers the sky. The sound of fingers pounding into flesh christening the walls of the Kings new lighthouse.

I found myself with my dress hiked up around my waist, my thong pushed off to the side and me wet, very wet.

The pressure of his thumb right there on my aching clit, silently begging for more, knowing that my pleads won’t be taken unless it was for his pleasure. Long, more than likely manicured but surprisingly strong fingers thrusting inside me. The need to feel more of this man burning me from the inside.

But he refuses to touch me more than were he wants. He only gives me the touch of his fingers on my sex, his other hand firmly gripping over my covered hip. His breath teasing along my neck, refusing to give me the pressure of his mouth on my sizzling skin.

“Please.” I beg.

I swear I could feel, if not hear him smile. That wicked smile he gets when he has me, Olivia Nevrakis, The Duchess of Lythikos on my knees, at his mercy. Never did I think this would ever happen, me at the mercy of a man.

Especially this man.

Maxwell Beaumont.

“Please what Livvy?” His throaty tone making me squeeze his fingers, that movement begging without a word escaping from my mouth, begging to let me jump of the cliff and into the pool of ecstasy.

The ecstasy this man plays with at his pleasure and my pain.

“Use your words. You know I like when you snap that pretty tongue at me.” Maxwell chuckles, the thrusting of his fingers finding that spot that makes me sees stars.

I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this man. I was a Duchess, I was smart, lethal, loyal and— and…his.

I was his.

His Livvy.

I belonged to Maxwell Beaumont and my sharp tongue earlier got me in this situation. We were to be ourselves, we were after all surrounded by the royal court and its people, getting frisky was not in the cards.

This was more than getting frisky, this was a punishment. A punishment that he saw fit in this moment, hoping against all that he would let me come and not withhold that from me, from himself.

But I knew that may not be the ending I would get, need, when his ocean colored eyes locked on me when I called him out for being well, Maxwell.

His words still in the back of my mind, making me more aroused. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

Those words made my skin prickle, the bareness of my breast beneath my dress tugging my nipples tight and the ache, oh the ache, between my legs from the promise of his punishment.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I snapped back.

The flare in his eyes and tensing of his jaw at my defiant words, held true the promise of his words for later.

But right now wasn’t later, and the promise of his dominance over me was waiting for a more private setting, this was just the beginning. This was to remind me of who he was and what power he held over me. And damn me if I did not love it, because I did.

I loved it.

“You want to come, don’t you.” His words blurring away the thoughts of our bodies pressed against each other, of Maxwell claiming me as his even when no one knew I was.

His lips pressing against the base of my neck, the heat from his mouth felt cool against my burning skin, making me moan from being satisfied from something so simple.

“Yes.” I murmur.

Maxwell locks his eyes with mine, that wicked grin returning at my admission that I needed him. That I needed him to sedate the fire that burned for him. The thrust of his fingers moving faster between my thighs, I clench around him even more, the cusp of my orgasm within reach.

The fullness that was inside me disappears and the ache of being empty sits heavy deep down. Wet fingers brush my lips, my tongue darting out tasting my arousal. “Open your mouth Olivia.”

I do and once Maxwell’s fingers hit my tongue, I close my mouth around them, twirling my tongue and cleaning myself off his fingers.

Once satisfied, Maxwell pops his fingers out, hooking his forefinger under my chin tilting it up he presses a searing kiss on my lips.

Opening to let him take what he wants and he does with no hesitation. Our tongues moving with each other, the moments when I am usually dominate, I’ve come to surrender to Maxwell. My hands normally taking what I want, lay at my sides aching to touch him but knowing that I can’t. Knowing he wants me just as much as he made me crave him, knowing how much I want to take his hard length in my hands and dish out the same punishment he has given me.

But I don’t. Not with him. The punishment is mine to receive, not give.

Maxwell knows this part of me well as if he were reading my mind, never breaking our kiss the one that begins to burn my lungs from the lack of air. His hand moving down from holding my chin to his fingertips brushing down my neck to the valley between my breast and over the clothed middle of my stomach.

The softness of his hand stroking up my outer thigh, roaming over the outline of my thong as he fixes it back over my sex. A rumble of disappointment pours into his mouth, that grin returning as he begins to pull away but not before I bite his lower lip. The metallic taste of drawn blood settles on my tongue as I lick my lips.

Maxwell wipes the small drop of blood from his lips and sucks it off his thumb. “Your gonna pay for that Duchess.”

Maxwell moves away from me, taking the heat of the moment with him as he adjusts himself and I fix my dress back down.

A smirk of my own settles on my face. “I look forward to it My Lord.”

The voices of our King and Queen calling out for him and then for me, officially ending this moment between us. The life of the party missing and the water to douse that flame gone as well, turning to make my exit from the top of the lighthouse, I look over my shoulder seeing the last glimpse of my dominating Maxwell, the one I lived to please, darken at my words flash once more before The Party Beast he plays well for the world settles back in.

As my armor erects back into place, masking everything that I felt and everything that would make me look weak in the eyes of the court because even in my surrender to Maxwell Beaumont…

I was Olivia Nevrakis. Duchess of Lythikos.

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event tag: @springfeverpitch

#maxwell would've somehow made it across the parapet #the royal romance #trr fandom #maxwell beaumont x olivia nevrakis #olivia nevrakis #maxwell beaumont #choices the royal romance #sliding right into 3rd #spring fever pitch #choices spring fever pitch

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MA'AM... WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME?! This was so beautiful, and such a deliciously romantic moment between these two. Quite poetic, and the song is perfect (btw, love the idea of Songs About You collection!)!

And yes, I am taking this as a personal attack on me because you know... YOU KNOW how tough I am on Dalton, but you just had to go for the jugular... a soon-to-be family of 5. sadfhpoasdfposjdfp! DAMN YOU. My Achilles'... 🤣

But seriously, I loved this so, so much. 🖤

But I do have one question...

WHERE THE FUCK IS WYATT?! 🤣

Paint the Night (Colourblind)

Choices Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam Dalton (m!LI) x Marie Castro (MC)

Rating/Warning: Fluff

Summary: After a two week business trip that took Sam away from his family, Sam and Marie enjoy their night together at the family's hideaway.

Base in Play: 1st

Word Count: 1183

Song Inspiration: Colourblind by Ed Sheeran

A/N: Sam deserves some tender moments and I hope this gives him just that. His character can be dirty and also sweet, so this is exploring that sweetness that is Sam Dalton.

A/N 2: This short fic is part of Spring Fever Pitch and will be posted as the first fic to the Songs about You collection.

Characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry

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The crackle of yellows and orange from the flames that roared in the fire pit danced in her eyes. She could hear the beating of Sam’s heart with her ear pressed against his chest. A gentle breeze swept through causing her to press herself closer to the warmth of his body.

They were lounging on the outdoor furniture that she had picked out for their backyard deck, overlooking the lake. Marie had made her way up here a day or two after Sam left for a business trip that would last him two weeks as he traveled for meetings in multiple cities.

The stress and tension melted away within hours of arriving to their family hideaway. Marie hiked her bare leg a touch higher around his waist as Sam fingertips drew circles on the exposed skin, his hunter green t-shirt that she liked to steal hanging off her shoulder. His deep inhale then exhale brought a content soft smile to settled on her face.

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt like the weight of the world was not hanging on his shoulders. He felt — free. No clashing of bright colors fighting for ones attention, trying to drawing you in. No sirens blaring down the streets, or the horns of cars blaring out or the sounds of footsteps hitting the concert jungle, telling you the city was alive.

Here, right at this moment it was soft ripples of the water, their steady breathing and his heartbeat that felt like it would burst because it finally felt complete. Sam looked down, the dark waves of Marie’s hair, highlighting its different shades as the moonlight cascades down on them until it disappears out into the darkness of the lake and woods.

Once he set foot into the home in the city, he wasted no time in getting out of there. He needed his wife in his arms. The way she connected everything that was missing in his life, was something he could never thank her enough for. So he started with this home, it continued to fill with a vibrance that only Marie and their boys could color.

Leaning down, he brought his lips down to the top of her head and pressed a kiss. A gentle kiss that made Marie look up at him, her eyes locking with his. Not a word being spoken between them, no words could ever truly express how she completed his and their boys lives.

Words were not enough. Sam needed to live in the moment, what he felt radiated from his body to the soft touches on her skin. Deep down he hoped that would be enough right now.

“Sam.” Marie whispers, her gaze looking up at him through her lashes.

No, no words yet.

He pulled her up closer, his stare never leaving hers. Drawing every inch of Marie’s features to memory before his lips brushed against hers, a tease then the soft pressure of his lips on hers.

Reaching up Marie’s hand gripped at the nape of his neck, wanting more then the tenderness of their kiss.

Bursts of colors exploded behind Sam's closed eyes, as their mouths moved against each other, tenderly. It needed to be soft, the fire of desire that always burned between them was being kept at bay.

It had no place here. Not here, not now.

Marie pulled back, breaking their kiss. She could still feel the touch of his lips on hers, swiping her tongue against her bottom lip. “Maybe I should come hide out here more often.” She softly laughs. “I’m rather enjoying this Sam.”

This Sam was carefree, no frown lines, the intensity of his stare that he needed for business had turned to adoration, one she hadn’t seen in some time. This Sam was the opposite of the dominating man that made her quiver at the dark intensity of his gray eyes when they stepped into that club.

This one bright and the other dark. She loved both.

Sam lets out a grunt. “Don’t even think it. I miss you too much for that already.” Brushing his knuckles against her flushed cheeks. “Or you may have a point, I did enjoying this, my wife greeting me at the door in only my shirt and then cooking and dancing barefoot in our kitchen. I could die a happy man.”

“Don’t even think of leaving me, us, Sam Dalton.” Marie says.

He chuckles at the pout she gives him. A push of her hands against his chest, letting her untangle herself from him to get up and walk away, just to stop a few feet away from him.

Watching as Marie wraps her arms around her waist, he sits up his bare feet touching the cool wooden deck.

Sam makes quick soft steps stoping when the front of his body is pressing against Marie’s back. Covering her arms with his, pulling her back into him. “I would never.” His words whisper against her ear. “But we don’t know what tomorrow holds, if I were to leave this world, I would know that I was loved and that I loved completely.”

A shiver spreads through her, unsure if it was Sam’s words, the loss of the heat from the flames or the thought of not having Sam in her life. There was an emptiness that wanted to take over this sweet tender moment but Marie quickly shook those thought away, they had time and she was going to make sure that the four of them, five soon, would live and color this world with everything that they were.

Letting her head fall back onto him, the two of them begin to sway to the music they could only hear.

A deep, desired filled tone peppered her skin…threatening to fulfill its promise. “You know I could always make you get on your knees and crawl, if that is the Sam you prefer.” Sam’s lips press against her ear as he murmurs.

He trails kisses down her neck and across the soft tanned skin of her shoulder. Unwrapping Marie’s hand from herself, he takes his hand in hers and spins her out. Her eyes light up as she laughs without restraint

“As much as I love that Sam, that Sam is painted red and along with it, its many darker shades. This, this right here is a blank canvas that we could color any way we want and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

She settled back to the place she fit perfectly. Sam pressed his hand on her lower back, closing any space between their bodies. Marie’s hand laced into the hand that held hers, curled in and resting between them. Sam was falling deeper into the dark depths of her eyes with the promise of a kaleidoscope of color that they had here waiting for them in their hideaway.

She smiled up at him and that was all Sam needed to crash his lips to hers, the sweetness of her taste clouding everything around them.

The first stroke of color painting the white canvas, started that night.

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event tag: @springfeverpitch

#we should start a new collection #who would've survived the parapet #the nanny affair #choices tna #choices the nanny affair #sam dalton x mc #choices tna fanfic #marie castro x sam dalton #choices sam dalton #songs about you collection #spring fever pitch #choices spring fever pitch

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That timid girl girl that interrupted them just DOESN'T EVEN KNOW how close she came to meeting her maker! I'm pretty sure Cassian knows 79 ways to kill a man, and he can make 70 of them look like an accident. 😜 (I CONCUR! He deserved SO much better than the Witness MC! But you made her so much better here!)

I love how panicked he was that she was missing... but it wasn't just about the job and getting his ass handed to him. It was about her. And I love that he is smitten by her mind and intellect! Of course, he would be!

They didn't get very far in the library, but hot DAMN! The passion between these two... 🥵 Next thing you know, Ana will be wearing heels, panties and gloves... and I think you know what comes next. Pun intended.

This was so good! And can I just say? I love that you dare to write for the other Choices books! Like this was just too awesome!

Sweet Escape

Choices Book: Witness: A Bodyguard Romance

Characters: Cassian Keane (m!LI) x Viviana (Ana) Marin (MC /OC)

Rating/Warning: Adult Language, Adult Content ⚠️⚠️18+ ⚠️⚠️

Word Count: 1700+

Base in Play: 2nd

Summary: Ana escapes from Cassian, once more. Going over what he has learned about her, wondering where she could have gone, a place from her past life, a place of comfort. But he needs to find her before the ones that want her gone do.

A/N: I know this book gets a lot of hate and at times deserving so. It had its moments but those were far in between. So I took the concept of the book, some scenarios from what I remember and from a quick search and I'll be making it my own as much as possible. Because HELLO BODYGUARD ROMANCE!! (I'm thinking of you Mr. Rhys 'crawl to me' Larsen)

A/N 2: Viviana (Ana) Marin is a mix of the MC with OC characteristics in her. I am hoping that she speaks to me in more of Original Character sense because lets face it, the witness MC is possibly not the best out there. And Cassian needs better than what was given to us!! Please excuse any errors, I tried to edit as best I could!

A/N 3: This fic is for Day 1 of Spring Fever Pitch, it contains adult language and 2nd base action. Location Location Location! Nothing hotter than things getting hot in a library.

Characters and some scenarios in use belong to our friends at Pixelberry!

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How the hell did mange to slip pass me? I was still trying to figure that out. It wasn’t the first time, she did the first night we met and look where it landed her. Didn’t she know the danger that was surrounding her, wondering the city, an easy target for the ones that wanted her gone. I needed to find her before they did and before my boss knew she was missing.

I was in deep shit once I had to report what happened.

With a woman like her, book -fucking- smart, beautiful and god so stubborn, she needed to be shown just how dangerous the streets were for her without my protection. And once I found her, that was exactly what I was going to do.

I was done playing games, done babying her, done trying to make this situation as understanding as possible. It was my job and her life on the line for god’s sake. The file we had on her, ran through my mind. Needing to remember the places that she frequented, the spots that made her feel like she had a normal life, even if that life was no longer hers.

Parks, downtown, clubs, the campus where she worked— I run my hands through the thickness of my dark hair and sighed, she wasn’t dumb enough to go back to her apartment. There was a place somewhere in this city that made it feel like her old self, the real her. Not the woman she was trying to be that night I met her, the night she ran into the people that changed her life forever.

The party-goer was not her, that much I knew. I watched her in silence in my apartment where we were staying before the safe house was secured for us to move to.

“Where did you go Viviana?” I whisper into the night, allowing myself to say her real name, the sun had set some time ago. The craving of a long pull from a cigarette makes my hand tremble, my hand fisted at the urge before releasing it easing the need a touch. I quit that habit a few weeks ago, the need for it was strong right now, knowing it would ease the tension and help clear my mind.

I scan my surroundings, the neighborhood stilling for the night. Nothing seemed out of place, the small neighborhood I called home for years went by as it did every night, not an action out of place.

Viviana, Ana, as she liked to be called was going on hour two of escaping from my home. “Think Cass think!” I mutter out, that day replaying in my head for what felt like the thousandth time.

I was up before she was, Ana had wanted to make our breakfast this morning, I thought nothing of it. Like she always did, she excused herself to the spare room that had become hers. I, on the other hand checked in, gave updates, which weren’t many and received them, along with a new timeline of our move to the safe house.

Ana had come down stairs with a book in her hand, not just any book. I recognized the book, the cover well worn, the spine cracked after many reads as it passed through the Keane family. It was in my possession now, my mothers favorite Irish love story.

I didn’t dare take it from her, the look that settled on her face I only saw once. Our night together that seemed so long ago now. The way she spoke of her love of ancient myths and the classical writings of famous authors. Any other man would have been turned off by such a subject but not me, I was drawn in at the passion she exuded.

That's when it hit me, fuck. I know where she was, hoping she is still there. One of her favorite places and the second most dangerous place she could be.

After getting in my car and driving to the university she had been employed at, I walked through the campus, a quiet night for the most part. A few groups of students passed me by as I made my way to the library. The building lights glowed, the air blowing inside instantly cooling everyone who entered.

It was quiet, too quiet for midweek. My awareness on high alert, there should be more people in here. I had to be careful, unable to draw my gun out, I didn’t need to scare the students that were here. A simple nod from the library staff sitting at the counter was all I got as I made my way deeper inside.

Walking pass the open area that housed tables and chairs for study groups, a handful or so of students here. None bothering to look up as I passed them by, all of them lost in their studies.

Heading further into the library, the ticking of my watch feeling like the only sound heard in the quiet space. My eyes roam looking for any movement, anything or anyone that shouldn't be here and there in the glow of a lamp is her reflection on the window.

Ana’s long chocolate colored hair gone, in its place was short. dirty blonde hair, she was still incredibly breathtaking. Unable to see the green in her eyes with her nose stuck in book.

Silently closing the space that separates us. My anger building at the carelessness she has of her surroundings. “Do you know how dangerously stupid this was?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Ana jumps in her seat at the sound of my voice. Looking up at the reflection of us in the window. Our eyes lock on each other, my jaw tensing as the silent minutes pass by.

“You scared me Cassian.” Ana whispers.

“I scared you?” I chuckle at her statement. “I could have been anyone, you lost in a book at a library you came to often before entering Witsec. People you worked with roaming the campus, one word of you being seen here could get to those that want you gone. What if the people who want you dead were roaming around and you wouldn’t have a clue of what is going on until it was too late.”

Her bottom lip trembles at my words, praying that she understands what could have happened with this little escape. “I…I’m sorry. I needed to get out.” Ana pushes her seat back to stand, turning around to face me.

The need to show her what real danger she was in evaporates when her emerald green steal my breath from my lungs the moment they truly land on me.

I needed to protect her, not only because it was my job but I've come to like her far too much for our own good.

There’s a hesitation in my step, the urge to close the space between us and take her in my arms. Every fiber in me wanting to relive the memories, the ones that still haunt my dreams, of our night together. The way her lips moved with mine, her hands running up and down my back with her legs wrapped around my waist.

Running my hand through my hair, damn it. I’m going to regret this but I needed her in my arms. One quick stride and my arms are wrapped around hers, one around her waist pulling her in and the other at the back her neck, exposing that sensitive skin and making her mouth ready for me to take.

My darken gaze searching her eyes for permission, the slightest opening of her mouth and the breath that hitches in her throat let’s me know she wants this too.

My mouth presses into hers, Ana moves her lips against mine trying to grab control as she takes a groan out of me. Pushing her back into the table, pulling away, Ana breaks our kiss when she jumps on and spreads her thighs open for me to fit between.

My chest heaving as the air fills into my lungs, her hands find their way under the hem on my gray t-shirt, her touch against my bare skin making me flinch at the contact. “Cass.” My name filled with promise of what’s to come as it slips from her lips.

Placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth then moving along her jaw and down her neck. My own hands roaming over the swells of her breast, making quick work of the buttons of her shirt. Pushing it open revealing her white bra against her tanned skin. Her back arches pushing her breast out wanting more.

Taking one, the weight of it perfect in my hand before pulling the cup of her bra down, revealing her pebbled nipple, my hooded gaze looking up at the woman before me, my Ana, watching her reaction when I pinch her nipples tighter. Smiling as her head falls back and that sweet moan causing my pants to get tighter.

My mouth and tongue ready to devour the sight in front of me, when the screech of a chair stops me. My years of training kicking in at the sound, my hand wrapping around the handle of my gun, ready to face whoever snuck behind us.

“Sorry.” A timid girl, hands filled with books says, runs away from the scene she stumbled on, the instant I turn around.

My head drops, I let myself get carried away in the moment, damn it! My job was to protect her not claim her whenever she looked at me. This was just a lapse in judgement, never to happen again.

Her life was in danger, for all I know I could have put it more in danger and all I wanted was to take her right here, to finish what we started, but that would never happen.

Rolling my shoulders back and straightening myself out, with the heat of the moment gone, Marshall Keane settling back in. My next words were cold, short and indifferent. “Fix yourself. It’s not safe, we’ve been out for too long.”

“Cassian.” My name being called out as a plea.

“Please.” I want to say her name but she wasn’t Viviana or Ana anymore, and calling her by her name would be the third stupidest thing I would’ve done tonight. “Listen for once.”

Ana’s little escape could have been the end of her. I needed to keep her at arms length, for my sanity and her safety. I had a job to do and Ana clouding my mind would be a disaster for the both of us.

I just didn’t know if I could stay away.

event tag: @springfeverpitch

#choices witness: bodyguard romance #choices m!Cassian #Cassian x Viviana #choices stories you play #choices spring fever pitch #spring fever pitch

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txemrn · 11 months

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🖤🖤🖤

#this isn't goodbye #this is just see you later

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This is so sweet and generous! Happy birth-month! Why celebrate for one day when you can party all month?! I hope you have an absolutely FANTASTIC celebration! 🥳 Here's to another beautiful year! 🥂

🎉🎉🎉Birthday giveaway 🎉🎉🎉

Tomorrow will be officially June, which means two things: My upcoming birthday. And because I enjoyed doing the giveaway last year, I will be doing another one this year. Again, the amazing @pilitella has agreed to do the winners piece.

The winner will receive a lineless piece valued at 130.00. (Yes, I know it's expensive, but my dignity refuses to be insulted.) The last day to enter will be the 8th, and the winner will be announced on the 9th. To enter just say your interested. Likes won't be counted. Here's to getting a year older.

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Pairing: King Liam Rys x MC (Queen Riley Brooks-Rys)

Word Count: ~2400

Music Inspo: "Pearls" by Samantha Gongol

Base in Play: Third Base

Warning: 🔞Mature Audiences Only🔞 NSFW; language; very brief mentions of war

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch. These events are part of my Pour Two Glasses universe, but you don't have to read PTG to understand this one-shot (it says "duet," but it's only going to be a one-shot). These characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Not truly beta'd; please excuse my errors.

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Silver shadows from the pale, full moon dance carelessly across the stillness of the inky-dark bedroom. Save for the whisper of the secondhand on a wall clock, the silence is piercing, almost deafening with its loneliness. It's just past 1AM, and after making yet another public appearance solo, Queen Riley Rys has worried herself into an exhausted, lonely slumber.

The unrest of Central Mali broke out almost two months ago, sending Cordonia as well as other committed allies of the United Nations of the Mediterranean into action to restore peace. King Liam Rys was appointed as a political mediator, and he is currently serving his first classified mission.

It's been nine days since he left. Nine. Nine mornings without his crooning. Nine evenings without his touch. Nine days of not knowing where he is, or if he's alright, or when he's coming back.

Though she had stately matters of her own to tend to, the queen found herself becoming more and more anxious without the other half of her heart near. She was always well-aware that something like this could happen, given her husband’s excellent leadership and peace-keeping skills. She just hoped it wouldn't happen.

With dry streams of mascara settling on the soft contours of her skin, Riley lays across her marriage bed like a broken rag doll: clearly uncomfortable, but clearly desperate for sleep. She's uncovered, her body resting on top of the made-up duvet and topper along with the ornamental throw pillows, unconcerned with the drafty cool air from the night.

She did manage to grab her husband’s pillow, planting her face cozy amongst the fibers scented like him. Intoxicated by the remnants of his essence, her body had relaxed into a blissful sleep.

Still adorned in her wine-colored cocktail dress, the weary queen had only managed to remove her heels and shapewear before crashing into bed–and even those items had been thrown chaotically onto the floor. Even her heavily beaded earrings along with their matching pearl necklace remain fastened in place despite the impressions on her delicate skin.

In the stillness of the early morning, something startles Riley awake. Lifting her head in confusion, she surveys her bedroom, quickly noticing she was still dressed from the fundraiser. She goes to rub her heavy eyes–and she hears it again. But this time, she recognizes it. Her phone.

Aimlessly reaching around the bed in the blur of the dark, her fingers frantically stumble across her cell. Squinting, she looks at the screen. And then a huge sigh of relief escapes her lungs as she answers.

"Liam?" Her voice roughly croaks. "Baby?"

"Hey, darling," he handsomely chuckles, "have you poured my glass yet?"

Riley squeezes her eyes closed, bowing her head as joyous sobs crawl from her chest. "Are you coming home to me?"

"I am–"

"When?" Riley eagerly interjects, climbing to her knees on the bed. "Please," her breath shudders, "please tell me soon."

"Well, my queen–" suddenly, a deep baritone whisper of an echo floats into the room from the shadows of the hallway. "--how about… right… now?"

The phone slips through Riley's trembling fingers. Her glistening stormy blue eyes grow wide with indescribable shock as she slowly glances towards the opening bedroom door.

And just like that, he was there, all six-foot-three-inches of his brawny physique, standing in the entrance to their master suite.

"Liam," she whimpers under her breath, "Oh-my-God, Liam!" She stumbles out of bed, dashing into his strong arms. Crashing into his body, she bounces on her toes, locking her hands behind his neck.

As she jumps, Liam grips firmly under her thighs, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist. His large, wandering hands slip to her ass, his insatiable touch caressing each cheek intimately.

"You're here." Her whimper dissipates into the pulsating air as Liam's mouth instantly melts into her starving pout. His kiss intensifies, the languid flick of his tongue coaxing her lips apart. Soft mewls of desperation seep from her chest as warm streams spill from her stormy pools.

"I'm sorry," he retreats for air, resting his forehead against hers. "I'm so sorry for taking so long to come back to you–"

"Shhh–" Riley hums, sucking gently on his top lip. "You're here now," she heavily breathes as Liam collects her back into a passionate kiss, her mouth swelling against his ravaging bite.

With an untamed growl spilling from his lips, Liam carries his wife into their bedroom, pinning her docile body to the wall. "Fuck," he exhales roughly, a pained expression on his chiseled face. "I missed you… so much, my queen." A hand cups the velveteen skin of her cheek, his thumb dragging across her bruised lips. Liam's stone blue eyes eclipse to obsidian as Riley teases the tip of his thumb with her tongue.

Her doe-shaped eyes entangle with his lust-filled stare; an innocence sparkles in her pools, pleading to be consumed by his carnal heat. "Show me how much, your majesty."

A feral snarl escapes the king as he lowers Riley to her feet. Hastily, he spins her, pressing her to face the wall, her body colliding against the hard surface as he cages her in with his daunting frame. He collects her wrists, locking them above her head with a single hand. His other fist gathers the hem of her dress, exposing the swells of her bare bottom.

With a heady darkness in his timbre, he chuckles, tisking with his tongue. "What do we have here?" He swiftly spanks her ass, a moan belting from her voice. "No panties?" He lets out another titter, his hand massaging the welt growing across her skin. "Have you been missing me, my love? At night?" His palm wanders down her curves, finding her slick, wet center. "Have you been imagining your fingers as me?"

Riley whimpers with greed, feeling her husband's cock grow hard against her lower back. "Liam," she breathes. Unable to move anything else, she presses her backside desperately against his length.

He hisses in pleasure. "Such an eager little queen." He unfastens his belt, and unzips his pants, his considerable size spilling free from its confines. Barely able to fit his own hand around the girth of his shaft, he pushes himself under Riley. With her pussy drenched with her desire, he slides himself into her slit between her lips, his sensitive head brushing against her clit. "Can you feel…" his breath shudders, biting his lip, "… how much I've missed you now?"

He slides himself tenderly between her folds as he nuzzles his mouth into her neck, basking in the mewls escaping her throat. Nipping at the delicate flesh on her shoulders, he takes his hardened length in his hand, lining himself up with her slick entrance. "Maybe this will show you how much I’ve–"

Suddenly, Liam's pocket begins to vibrate, the chime of a phone call slicing through the sensual moment.

"Damnit!" He grumbles, silencing the ring as he tosses the phone to a tufted bench. "Now," he tenderly kisses the nape of his wife's neck, caressing her curves fervently. "Where were we?"

His phone alarms again.

But Liam doesn't stop.

"Baby," Riley grimaces, her husband’s movements becoming harsh, beastly. "Maybe you should–"

"They can fucking wait!" He growls, a piece of his well-groomed, well-styled hair falling into his eyes. "Let's just–"

There's an abrupt pounding on the door as Liam's phone continues to wail into the darkness of the quarters.

"Liam, it's okay," Riley gently coddles his arm.

"No. This is not okay," he bites, grabbing his phone. "I swear to God, we better be under siege." He glares at his wife, raking back his blond wisps, "and even then, I will take you, ravage you under gunpoint!"

Riley clamps her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter from her husband’s insatiable appetite. She feels unbelievably good, absolutely perfect, indescribably complete having her kinky king reunited with her under one roof. Sure, she can care for herself independently–not to mention, rule an entire country in his absence... but why would she want to if it was her choice?

Liam glares at the unknown number when all of a sudden, the master bedroom door comes crashing in. Riley squeals, pulling the skirt of her dress down as Liam tucks himself painfully back into his pants.

And he growls.

"Drake!" Liam holds his arms out in a shrug. "What in the actual fu–?"

The king's royal guard snickers, shielding his face with a hand. "Dude, Li, we just dropped you off, like, ten fucking minutes ago–"

"--and you were supposed to be taking inventory of our equipment," he snarls under his breath.

"Well, I was… until someone forgot to get on the call," Drake retorts, crossing his arms. "Maddie has been blowing up my phone, wondering why you haven't joined the UNM conference."

"Conference call?" Riley steps forward, nervously playing with her necklace. "It's the middle of the night–"

"I understand," Drake nods, holding his hands up in defense. "The other allies were notified of Liam's return, and they want to know how everything went."

"Seriously?" Riley raises an eyebrow. "He's been away from his own fucking bed–excuse me–his own bed for nine days. Can they just let Li at least get a good night's sleep?"

Drake gives a pained, sorrowful look at Riley before turning back to his best friend.

"Okay…" Riley's face etches with confusion, "what aren't you guys telling me?"

Liam sighs, dragging his hand down his face. "Drake, tell Maddie I'll take the call from my personal study in five."

The commoner gives a curt nod before excusing himself from the bedroom. Liam saunters closer to his wife before taking her in his arms, resting his lips against her temple.

"William," she ducks out from under his chin, her eyes searching his powder-blue gaze. "Tell me the truth."

He laces his fingers with hers before kissing her knuckles. "Come with me."

Hand-in-hand, they mosey through the quarters down a long hallway just past the kitchen. Liam and Riley have their own offices in the palace as their point-of-contact throughout the day, but this home study served as an after-hour workbench, a private reprieve for more personal matters while being in the comforts of home and apart from royal security.

Liam guides her into the wood paneled study, surrounded by built-in bookshelves and reference materials. "Baby," he takes her other hand, "I might have to go back."

Riley furrows her eyebrows, a smirk growing on her lips. "Okay," she squeezes his hands, "I know–"

"-- in a few hours," he interjects.

She freezes, dropping her husband's hands. She starts to smile, but quickly realizes her husband isn't joking. "No," she whispers before scoffing, her voice becoming angry. "No. Absolutely not."

Liam hangs his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's not the least bit upset with how Riley took the news; he knows exactly how she feels. He's beyond frustrated with the situation himself, and knowing that it's burdening–rather hurting the other half of his heart makes it even worse.

The past nine days have been a complete nightmare without his wife by his side. Being without her, even for just a moment, is like being robbed of oxygen. He never understood what it meant to be in love; he never understood its all-consuming power, its life-crushing grip, its overwhelming stake it could–and would drive into every fiber of his being… that is until Riley Brooks walked into his life. And although he is more than competent, more than able, boasting incredible intelligence and wisdom in his skills as a leader, the love he shares with his wife makes everything clearer, better. He never knew he was in the dark before she became his light. He never knew he was thirsty until she became his nourishment. And now that he knows how good life can be, he hates every second away from her.

"That's why they want to hold this briefing," Liam starts, watching Riley pace. "And they agree that if some of the challenges I met during this mission can be solved elsewhere," he sighs heavily, "baby, I'm looking at leaving… in a few hours–"

Riley twirls around, tears gathering in her stormy blues. She stares blankly at her husband. Then, she shakes her head, reality hitting her. "Do they not realize you have a country and–and responsibilities and a life?" Her words tremble as Liam envelops her in his strong arms. He fists her dark raven curls, pressing her cheek into his broad chest.

"Shhh," he lovingly hums, "I know–"

"What about us?" She sniffles. "What about… what about our family?"

"Hey," he hooks his finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to his. "We're still us," a crooked smile pulls at his mouth, "and our best years are yet to come, Riley Rys."

Wrapping her arms around her husband, she rests her head on the firm plains of his chest as he nestles his nose into her curls, breathing her in deeply. "I just really miss you, baby," she barely murmurs.

"I know, love," Liam pushes her hair behind her ear. "But, I'm always going to come back," he lays his palm on his wife's chest, her heartbeat reverberating against his fingertips. "And I'm always right here."

Riley giggles, wiping away her tears. "Pour two glasses?"

Liam presses his lips into hers, a burst of heat blossoming in their touch. "Pour two glasses."

The sudden shrill of the telephone rings from the desk. Liam hugs Riley close, kissing the tip of her nose before reaching for the study phone.

"Maddie?" He answers, "yeah, I'm here… no, go ahead and put me through… would you like a copy?... I can. Let me send that to…" Liam stumbles over his words as his possessive eyes track his wife, heading towards the exit. "Hold on, Mads."

He holds his hand over the receiver as he jogs over to the entryway. As Riley turns the handle to leave, Liam puts his hand on the solid wood, pushing the door closed.

"And… where do you think you're going?"

Riley stares at her husband's hand, the side of her mouth curling into a smirk. She slowly looks up to challenge him, but is instantly captivated by his lust-filled glare. “I was just–”

He holds a finger to her mouth, instantly silencing her as his eyes smolder hauntingly.

“Your king has not dismissed you yet.”

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I haven't been feeling great about tags recently, so I am not going to be tagging anyone in this fic. If you are reading this, I appreciate your understanding, and I appreciate you taking the time to read this.

#spring fever pitch #choices spring fever pitch #choices sfp

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txemrn · 11 months

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Do you think a lap dance is cheating?

How would your MC react if their LI got a lap dance or vice versa?

Hey, anon,

Thanks for including me with this Ask.

I don't think lap dancing is "cheating," per se. But, in the same breath, it doesn't mean it's okay. It depends on the relationship.

Ethan and Tatum are a different breed. They know what it's like to lose something precious due to infidelity, and so they are that more protective of their relationship. Do they think a lap dance or strippers or what-have-you is infidelity? No, but they have a different perspective because of what they have been through, and their love and respect for each other leaves them wanting to stay far away from anything that could remotely destroy them.

If they were to find out that the other partner got a lap dance, they would honestly be hurt and angry.

Thanks again! 🖤

#you asked #tathan #them lap dances

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What are Rams and Tate doing for Memorial Day? 💕

Hey, anon...

Thanks for the Ask! 🖤

Luckily, Tatum and Ethan got the weekend off this year from work--but they still kept fairly busy. Friday and Saturday, they went to Boston Calling, a local music fest. Sunday, they were nursing hangovers, sore muscles and sunburns; but that didn't stop our Lady Hoosier from keeping with tradition: watching the Indy 500. They catered wings and had a few close friends over to watch the race. On Monday, Ethan and Tatum went to the Garden of Flags on Boston Commons before heading to a quiet afternoon at Trevor's grave.

I hope you had a great Memorial Day weekend! 😘

#you asked #tathan

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txemrn · 11 months

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I can’t find your master list 😞

Hey, anon,

No sad faces! 😘 You can find the list here, if you're interested.

That Masterlist itself needed to come down for a bit.

Thank you for your curiosity. 🖤

#you asked #masterlist

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txemrn · 11 months

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Hey what made you choose a male MC for crimes of passion and have you thought about writing something where he meets your Nanny Affair MC?

Hey, anon!

I apologize for just now getting back with you!

I hope this means you are a fan of Crimes--which is awesome! I think I was distracted with other things when it first came out because I'm really enjoying it this time around (1st time, I was bored).

I wish I had some deep reasoning as to why I chose a m!MC... but, I don't. It was a a few small things that made me decide:

I played with a m!MC for Wake the Dead and LOVED it. The dialogue is pretty much the same, but it just... hits differently.

I wasn't keen on any of the LIs... until I saw the female strawberry blonde, and I was a GONER!

When we were starting up the replay, I was reading a book where the m!LI had long blond hair. So, when I saw I could be a m!MC with long blond hair, I was sold (I'm a sucker for manbuns, and I picture Brae with a manbun like 40% of the time). LOL

I haven't really given any thought to writing Crimes (yet), but I LOVE the idea of crossing it over with TNA! I was actually joking with another writer who's doing the replay (@kat-tia801) about her f!MC being FWB with my m!MC before they meet their prince/princess. lol That to say... I like the idea of MCs crossing over, so thank you for the suggestion! We'll see what happens.

Thank you again for your sweet Ask!

#you asked #crimes of passion #the nanny affair

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Today is a perfect day to remind yourself that you deserve happiness and joy. Take a moment to acknowledge the incredible growth and progress you have achieved. Keep persevering, even when faced with challenges, because each step forward brings you closer to brighter days. Believe in yourself and trust that the best is yet to come! 💛 (PS - drink some water!)

Sweet Dani... thank you so, so much for this sweet reminder! Thank you for being such a cheerleader. *hugs*

#fandom kindness

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I kind of want to commission an artist to draw an nsfw drawing of my crimes of passion MC and those two ignorant police officers morris and holbeck? Do you think it's a dumb idea? I thought I'd ask around to see. Those cops were terrible.

Hey, anon!

I am so sorry that I'm just now getting back with you!

You have probably already made a decision about this, but before I say anything else... commissions are for YOU! So, if you love it and want it, I say GO FOR IT!

Now... you mention your idea is NSFW with those two officers. You mean like... sexually NSFW? I mean, I'm all about a good crack HC. 🤣 But wow, my initial reaction is definitely shock, but again, if you want it, I say go for it. But oh goodness! LOL That would be... quite the artwork. And now... I'm very curious.

Let me know what you decide!

#you asked

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txemrn · 11 months

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I chose big spoon! Take a look (there might be some overlap dialogue with the choice of little spoon)!

I love these two. 🤣😍

CoP: Chapter 7 Poll

Hi @choicesbookclub! I thought I would use this opportunity to ask my very first poll.😁 I'm dying to know what you all picked:

I always pick little 🥄. But I'm curious what Trystan says if MC picks big 🥄. Please share, I'm dying to know Trystan's response.🤣

#choices book club #choices book club cop #choices cop #crimes of passion

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@tessa-liam YES! Me too! And course, with Ethan and Tatum, they go from friends to lovers ... to enemies to lovers. LOL Maybe I can throw in the one bed trope. 🤣

Thanks for reading and sharing, love! 😘

Book: Open Heart (pre-series)

Word Count: ~1466

Warning: fairly fluffy with tiny, tiny sprinkles of angst

A/N: This is my submission for @springfeverpitch. I have chosen first base. I hope y'all enjoy!

A/N 2: This is somewhat of a follow-up to the ficlet Only a Kiss. You do not have to read one to understand the other. Some characters and plot belong to our friends at Pixelberry. This was not beta'd; please excuse my errors.

~🖤~

"Why are you being so quiet?"

With her elbow on the table, Tatum sighs, her cheek resting in her palm. She glances up slowly, meeting Ethan's crystalline stare. "It's a library," she becomes expressionless, looking back at her books. "Besides… I'm trying to study–"

"You're acting weird."

She scoffs, a subtle blush crawling onto her cheeks. "I am not."

Ethan chuckles, biting his bottom lip. His attention flickers aimless to the bookstacks as he leans his chair back, drumming his fingers on the edge of the desk. "You're… a liar."

Tatum drops her pen. "Excuse me?" She glowers. "I am not."

"Yes, you are, Erikson, and…" He furrows his brows, "I want to know why you're being so quiet. With me."

"Maybe," she closes her books, "I don't have anything to say to you, Ramsey."

He exhales heavily. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," Tatum lets the words nonchalantly fall off her lips as she stands, packing up her bag. "I–I just… I mean, I need to–"

"We kissed," Ethan interrupts as Tatum's navy blue glare grows wild, scanning the library to ensure no one was listening. He lowers his voice. "We kissed, and… now you won't talk to me, and–"

"Ethan," Tatum shakes her head, pulling her satchel across her body and turning to leave. "I came to study with you. We have a big pharm check-off tomorrow, and–"

"You know what I think?" He grabs her arm, stopping her exit.

She sighs, slumping her shoulders. "Fine. What do you think–?"

"You liked it."

Tatum snickers sardonically, crossing her arms. "You're so full of–"

"I felt it." Ethan gently steps forward, cautiously tucking a blonde wisp of hair behind Tatum's ear. With a humorless chuckle, he locks his glare with hers. "I–I don't know what it is… but Tate, I… I can't stop thinking about–"

"Enough." Tatum puts her hands up, backing away. "It was just a kiss, Ramsey." Watching a twinge of pain flash across his face, she quickly twirls on her heel and walks away.

"You're nervous." Tatum pauses at Ethan's words, keeping her back to him. "You're nervous because… I think you felt it, too."

She sighs heavily, refusing to look at him as she disappears amongst the shelves.

Ethan and Tatum had quickly become close friends since starting medical school a couple of months ago. They met briefly during orientation, and then again when they were assigned to the same lab group.

Normally quiet and reserved, Ethan found himself gravitating towards the friendly blonde. She wasn't just a pretty face; conversations with her were stimulating and hilarious. She was smart, someone who rivaled his own intelligence, but indulged in being goofy.

But for him, it was never a crush. Until it was.

After performing poorly on an assessment exam, Tatum insisted on helping Ethan practice for his make-up practicum. Somewhere amongst the laughing and innocent touching, their lips met tenderly. The room around them suddenly incinerated, the crackles of desire palpable between their bodies. But just as soon as the kiss started, it was over, and the two colleagues were left wide-eyed, staring at one another in complete shock. Breathless. And both were unable to admit they were hungry for more.

Tatum plunges herself deep into the library stacks. The brush of an ache pains her chest, her heartbeat erratic and uneasy. The look on Ethan's face… She glances over her shoulder, making sure he wasn't following her before nose-diving into a corner to hide. She grabs a book, pretending to read it as she nips at her nails. Although she turns the pages, she carefully peeps through the spaces between books to see if she can see him.

Truth is Tatum has been thinking about that kiss since it happened seventeen hours and fifty-two minutes ago. It was unexpected, and confusing, but hot and… dreamy. Just like in the movies. She loves hanging out with Ethan; he was a little rash at first, but she saw right through his attitude. He is witty, and actually quite empathic, not to mention he is pretty cute. He is the first guy in a long time that treated her with respect, who valued her opinion and intellect, someone who gave her credit because she's an equal–not just a woman.

But then they kissed. Kissed. Doesn't that change things? Tatum is happy the way things were–are; she loves being his friend. She loves sparring with him about grades and sharing snacks. She loves talking to him about, well, anything; and, they even started texting one another (but only after 9, when it's free).

She loves it when he laughs–shoot, when he actually smiles, he really can light up her whole day. Her favorite part is when he gets really tickled: his cheeks burn red, making his eyes blaze brilliantly sky blue as he scrunches up his freckled nose. All of those pearly whites show and…

Tatum's eyebrows lift high on her forehead as she paralyzes with panic. Oh my God. She snaps the book in her hand closed as she sits up straight. The corner of her lips begins to curl as her eyes dart aimlessly around the aisle.

How long has she had a crush on Ethan Ramsey?

Tatum hangs her head in her hands, coaching herself on how to breathe again. She can't like Ethan; he's her friend. Actually, he's one of her very best friends here at school. Maybe she's just confusing his kindness as something else.

But then he said… he said, 'he felt it, too.'

What did he feel? Is it why she couldn't sleep last night? Is it why a surge of adrenaline pulses through her nerves when she hears his voice, hears his name?

Is this why she's now being quiet around him?

Ethan is good. He's a good guy, a good person who is meant to do so many good things… and he has damn good hair.

To Tatum, is he too good for someone like her?

Standing up, she drops the book onto the reshelving cart before moseying back to the student study area. The slow creep of crimson swirls up her neck when she sees Ethan, still sitting at the desk.

And he sees her. He stands, pushing his chair in before sauntering closer. But she holds her hands up, motioning for him to slow down. They stare at each other, their mouths teasing with honest smiles they try to conceal.

"Ethan, I–" Tatum crosses her arms, hugging her herself tightly. "I'm not nervous." He wrinkles his brows, but freezes when he notices the pools collecting in her glassy eyes. "I'm terrified."

A crooked smile forms on his face as he nods in understanding. He casually steps closer, first putting his large hands on her shoulders before pulling her into his chest for a hug. "Talk to me, Erikson."

She snorts, wiping at her tears. "You've become… my best friend here. And I don't want anything to happen to us–"

"Tatum… you mean…" Ethan stops himself suddenly, his mouth curving in embarrassment. "--I mean, your friendship means a lot to me. And I don't see anything changing that."

"Promise?" Tatum whispers, a smile blossoming on her mouth. Ethan nods as he tries to stifle a toothy grin. She exhales heavily, "Okay. I just… I don't want a mistake we made–"

"Whoa," he smirks. "I wasn't aware we made a mistake." Tatum playfully glares at him before he continues. "Do you think… the kiss… it was a–?"

She cuts him off, shaking her head. She sucks in her lips, tucking her thumbs into her pockets.

"Okay, good," Ethan glances at her lips before staring back into her eyes. "--because I want to do it again... If that's alright with you."

Tatum stills, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her cheeks paint with warmth as her eyes become enchanted with Ethan's full lips. Feeling the heat in the air, his breath tickling her nose, her eyes flicker shut as Ethan leans in, gently brushing his lips with hers.

"Are… we still friends?" He whispers, his nose softly tracing the tip of hers. She playfully snickers as he kisses her again: this time, the touch is longer, their mouths fitting together like a puzzle piece, innocent, but starved.

Ethan pulls away, his voice deepening into a gravel. "How about now?"

Tatum jokingly shoves him away, both of them giving into fits of giddy laughter. She stares at her feet, bouncing her toe nervously. Noticing their giggles falling silent, she takes a peek, glancing back up at Ethan.

And instantly, she is enraptured with the cool fire in his eyes, her heart squirming with a million butterflies, the flutters tickling her sides with unspeakable joy.

"Okay," she licks her lips, "maybe… just… one more time. Y'know? Since we're friends."

~🖤~

Thank you so much for your support! Every like, comment and reblog means the world to me! 🖤

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txemrn · 11 months

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@kristinamae093 OMG girl! You are too sweet! First of all, thank you for even reading this! Second, and dare I say, you don't have to read Open Heart to understand my pairing because canon? Who is she? LOL! I took one of the LIs and gave him an OC, so their story has nods to canon, but they're on their own... doing... their own things... lol BUT Open Heart is a great story if you ever get a wild hair to read it!

Thank you again, sweetness! Your reblog warmed my heart! 😘