hiii can u write a fic were Lyra was annoyed by Grayson so she sent him a spicy pic while he is in an important meeting just to tease him 🫶🏼
(Lyrason, Word count: 2,184)
She was wearing the most gorgeous deep red dress, her hair in perfect waves and a necklace that probably costed more than her house and car combined sitting on her collarbone. A glass of champagne sat untouched on the table beside her. It was good champagne, obviously. Everything here was ridiculously shiny and fancy and high quality. No different from the man next to her, talking with some businessman Lyra did not care about.
Just like she didn’t care about Grayson Hawthorne.
They were at a dinner event for the Foundation. Grayson had been taking her to these places as a partner for a while now, since they made their relationship official for the media.
Lyra wasn’t all that fond of all this fuss, if she needed to be honest. But this was a Grayson-Hawthorne-package-deal kind of thing and she had come to accept it.
But it wasn’t the too bright lights, the constant chatter, or even the late hour that annoyed Lyra. It was none other than her boyfriend himself.
The evening had started out pleasant. Lyra liked the part where she got dressed into a beautiful dress and got showered by compliments from her boyfriend. Grayson even gave her some passionate kisses to punctuate his words and Lyra had gotten the idea that he actually might have preferred if the dress was off of her instead.
The dinner was nice too, Lyra found herself enjoying the food that tasted much like money itself.
The problem started when the champagne was served and they started to mingle. Whoever Lyra tried to chat with, Grayson was there. When she wanted to take another drink, he beat her to it, handing her a glass himself. Bathroom? Grayson will be outside holding her purse. Lyra knew he meant well. It was just… overwhelming.
“Good evening, Miss Kane.”
Lyra turned to see the source of the voice, an older man approaching her with a kind smile.
“Your presence today has drawn my attention. You and Mr. Hawthorne make a lovely pair.”
She smiled politely, it wasn’t her first time hearing this nor it would be the last.
“Thank you, I hope you are enjoying the night?” The man nodded.
“Events organized by the Foundation are always pleasant. I was actually hoping to talk to you about something. Do you take an active role in initiatives, Ms. Kane?”
Now, that caught her attention. “That’s more of Grayson’s thing.”
“I believe you can make some real impact if you were to talk about something of your own experiences. Please forgive me if this sounds intruding, but I have looked into it and you do have a remarkable story.”
“Oh-“ Lyra wasn’t sure how to respond. She usually didn’t like when strangers talked about her past. After the Grandest Game, despite the Hawthornes trying their best to cover it, media found out parts of her that she would rather keep hidden.
“Way more people than you think goes through similar things, Ms. Kane. And to hear a powerful figure talk about her own trauma would matter, perhaps talking about it would be helpful to you as well.”
Lyra met his eyes. A powerful figure? That wasn’t something she has seen herself as. Not to other people. But could it really be that she can make a change? Now, that was intriguing. And kind of scary.
“I would love to hear if you are interested. We can talk more-“
He stopped talking and Lyra felt his presence before she heard him, always commanding and bending the room around his will.
“I am afraid she won’t be available.” Said Grayson Hawthorne. Lyra looked up to him with a frown.
He kept doing it, making her decisions for her when she was perfectly capable. Acting like she couldn’t do a simple thing herself. It was infuriating. And Lyra had enough tonight.
The drive back to the House was silent. It was late and she watched the street lights pass the whole way.
Grayson finally asked when he pulled over in the garage.
Grayson’s phone buzzed from where it was on the table, the screen lighting up. His attention momentarily divided from the investor talking about some new fundraising opportunities.
His gaze landed on the notification, a text, not really surprising. The contact name was what made him raise a single brow.
She was so determined to give him the silent treatment this morning. And also the evening before, since they have came back from the charity dinner last night. She was clearly upset about something. Specifically something he did. Although, she was not budging to tell whatever he had done no matter how insistent he was.
So Grayson had left the house without getting his have-good-day kiss and was agitated. He was already behind schedule due to some missing documents, he had hoped to get some work done before this meeting but some of the papers he needed were nowhere to be seen. What it led to was a bunch of passive aggressive emails sent, only to find out the files he finally received were painfully outdated. Then he needed to leave all the work unfinished to make it to his meeting- which, Grayson Hawthorne does not do unfinished. And the meeting was running too late, too long. A direct punch to his precise planning.
He never had good days without good-day kisses.
Grayson swiped his screen up to unlock his phone, unsure what Lyra could have sent him.
Grayson slammed his phone on the table, screen first.
He shut his eyes close, trying to get the image out of his mind of Lyra with her dark curls falling over her shoulders and her warm brown skin, too much skin- and was that a flash of red lace he had seen in that single millisecond he stared at the photo?
“Mr. Hawthorne? Is everything good?”
He opened his eyes back up and was startled to see they had stopped the debate and were looking at him with concern. He was sure his whole face was red. Lyra always made fun of him for blushing too easily, it wasn’t his fault that he was simply too pale and thinking about her right now wasn’t helping at all. He swallowed hard.
“Yes, of course. Please continue.”
The discussion picked back up its course slowly.
Grayson’s mind was elsewhere. A gentle curve, a wisp of dark hair, red lace on warm skin-
No. He knew Lyra well enough to be aware she didn’t just send that photo to make him think of things that were very inappropriate for a business meeting.
She was making him lose control of the moment, engaging his attention. She clearly was mad, erasing any doubt Grayson might have had.
What is this?? He demanded. His text was seen not long after and Lyra was typing.
Lyra: Some eye candy, just for you.
Grayson: I was in a meeting, Lyra.
Grayson: What is going on?
You have been ignoring me the whole morning.
I seriously don’t know what I have done to upset you.
Lyra: And that, is a clear sign you don’t use enough of whatever is in your head nor your common sense.
Lyra: Nothing’s wrong Grayson, go back to work.
Grayson: I know that’s a lie.
Just like I know that your timing was deliberate and you wanted me to panic in the midst of a meeting.
Grayson: I said I will be home soon.
Lyra: I thought you had a meeting?? along with a huge stack of papers to read or whatever it is you do as a hobby
Grayson: First of all, it is my job not a hobby. Second, I don’t have a meeting anymore thanks to you. We will be talking.
Just like that, he grabbed the keys to his car and he was out. He was leaving all that paperwork from earlier, but to hell with it.
Lyra stared at her phone.
It was her intention to mess with him, obviously. She wanted to make him feel the loss of control he made her feel. He was smart enough to figure out she was mad at him. And to put two and two together, hopefully. But she wouldn’t have thought it would drive her work-addicted boyfriend out of his office in the middle of the day. Had she pushed him too far?
She looked back down to her phone.
I said I will be home soon.
The thought crawled in the back of her mind, making her feel annoyed all over again.
She felt petty. She felt as he deserved it.
Lyra turned off the screen of her phone and tossed it onto the bed.
If he wanted to talk, they would talk.
It wasn’t long before Grayson entered the room and put down his bag without a single glance towards Lyra who sat on the edge of the bed. He went to take off his suit jacket, hanging it over the chair of the desk and loosening his tie slightly like he does whenever he comes back home. Only then did he look at her directly, meeting her eyes.
“Are you feeling ready to talk?”
“Are you feeling ready to stop being an asshole for a second?”
He pressed his lips into a thin line, jaw tightening. “As I told you, I do not know why are you so agitated with me. I urge you to stop this nonsense , Lyra. Talk to me. We can’t go anywhere if I don’t know what I did wrong.”
His tone was sharp, sharper than he intended. Lyra raised a brow,
“Nonsense? Yeah, it seems anything I do is nonsense to you since you keep trying to do them yourself.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
Lyra always hated this part of confrontation. She felt like screaming at him until her throat felt raw. But she never liked raising her voice. Still, her volume surely was climbing up.
“So why don’t you go and assume something else about me like you always do? Or watch my every movement until you fix whatever’s the issue?”
“You can’t just keep deciding what’s best for me!”
A look of understanding flashed through his eyes. “Is this about the offer you got last night? I was looking out for you, I know you don’t like talking about your past I thought you were uncomfortable.” His voice wasn’t soft, but it had lost its sharp edge from a moment before.
“I don’t like it, yes, but how am I supposed to move on if I never step out of the safety of my own walls? And whenever i try to do so, take a step out, you are there caging me back in.”
“No, I am perfectly capable of making decisions, both right and wrong, Grayson. Let me be hurt sometimes. That’s how people learn.”
She met his eyes, looking intently into her own. Pale blue against deep brown. He took a step forward before parting his lips to talk.
“I am sorry. I have never meant to make you feel trapped.”
Lyra sighed, “I know.” Because she did. He really was just looking out for her. But this was Grayson. All sharp cheekbones, measured words and deliberate moves. Perfectly tailored suits and a protective streak. He was used to power, to control. She knew he didn’t want to keep her in check, no, it wasn’t that. But it was the world that he wanted to keep away from Lyra.
He was still learning how to be together and so was she. She was hurt. But hurt was sometimes just another way of learning.
She closed the distance between them, pressing herself to his chest and winding her arms around his neck. His hands were on her back in an instant, pulling her in. She could feel his breath on her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Just… let me handle myself. I can do it. Let me make mistakes. And I will promise I’ll come to you if I do need you.”
She talked softly as her fingers traced the shape of his shoulder.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then:
Lyra felt herself smirk. “What about it?”
She felt Grayson swallow, his hands slightly moving down on her waist.
She pulled back slightly to look at him, cheeks slightly flushed.
“I knew it would get your attention… Did you like it?” She continued. Flustered Grayson is her favorite kind of Grayson.
“You know I did. You know that I like you.”
Lyra’s hands traveled to his chest from his shoulders, her fingers curling around his tie. She looked up at him under her lashes, and pulled him into a kiss.
Sorry for the wait!! I might have drifted a little from the original request, but i hope you enjoy it. <3
