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Before The Nest -Masterlist

Daisy was just a 19 year old looking to let loose on Friday night, but when her paths cross with the mysterious soldier home on leave that is Cassian, her entire world is flipped upside down.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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Chapter Five 🔥

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight 🔥

Chapter Nine

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Again guys I just wanted to check in and assure you that Before The Nest is still in the works and I am still going to be posting it!! Hopefully the next chapter coming in the next few days! 💚

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Before The Nest- Chapter Nine

The living room glowed soft under the lamp's warm halo, the couch sagging comfortably under Daisy, Sarah, and Tom. The TV flickered with the opening credits of their weekly ritual, some binge-worthy drama about tangled lives and sharp betrayals, the kind that hooked you with cliffhangers and let you forget your own messes. Daisy curled her legs beneath her, a throw blanket draped loose over her lap, the faint herbal tea scent from her mug lingering in the air. At ten weeks, the pregnancy was a secret locked tight in her chest, no swell to her flat belly yet, just a whisper of fatigue and the nausea that had finally backed off, leaving her queasy spells rare. She'd told no one, not even her mum during their shopping trips, the words sticking like thorns every time the conversation veered close.

Sarah lounged on the other end, feet tucked under Tom's thigh, her laughter light as she recapped last week's twist. ‘I swear, if that idiot doesn't wise up, I'm throwing popcorn at the screen. Pass the chips, babe?’

Tom, solid and easy-going with his arm slung around Sarah's shoulders, grabbed the bowl from the coffee table and handed it over. ‘Here. You're the one who picked this show, don't blame me that it’s shite’ He munched a handful, eyes on the screen, oblivious to the undercurrents.

Sarah had kept her vow, not a whisper of Daisy's news slipping out. Tom thought the girl's occasional pallor was just stress from classes, nothing more. Daisy forced a smile, picking at the blanket's fringe. Five weeks since that bar visit, the dim lights, the sticky counter, handing her number to the girl behind the bar with a plea to pass it on. ‘Tell him it's urgent,’ she'd said, voice steady despite the knot in her gut. But the phone had stayed silent, days bleeding into weeks. Hope had flickered at first, maybe deployed, out of reach, but doubt had won, twisting into certainty: he'd seen the message, knew what she needed to say, and bailed. Ghosted her like she was nothing, no decency to even check in, to hear her side before vanishing. The sting had dulled to resignation; she'd stopped jumping at every buzz, stopped staring at her screen during lectures or shifts. College loomed, law books piled on her desk, but the future felt fractured, the baby a quiet reality she navigated alone.

The show hit a tense dialogue beat when her phone trilled from the side table, an unknown number, area code unfamiliar but not military. Daisy's brow furrowed; probably that advisor from school, following up on her email about maternity policies, the careful wording she'd agonized over. She reached for it, thumbing the pause button on the remote. ‘Hey, pause it? I gotta take this. Might be about that college thing.’

Sarah hit pause without question, the screen freezing on a dramatic glare. ‘Go for it. We'll wait’

Daisy swiped to answer, lifting the phone to her ear with a polite lilt. ‘Hello?’

The line hummed for a beat, then that voice rolled through, deep, rough-edged, like gravel under boots, unmistakable even after months. ‘Daisy? Hey, it's er... it's Cassian from the bar.’

Her heart slammed to a halt, breath catching sharp in her throat, the room tilting as everything, the show, Sarah's curious glance, Tom's casual sprawl, faded to white noise.

Daisy's breath hitched, the world narrowing to that gravelly timbre vibrating through the phone's speaker, yanking her back to that sweat-slicked night, his hands pinning her wrists, cock slamming deep as she shattered around him. Her pulse thundered in her ears, chest tightening like a vice. She bolted upright from the couch, legs tangling in the blanket for a split second before she kicked it free, phone clutched white-knuckled in her palm.

‘Oh… hi… erm, just er… can you just give me a sec?’ The words tumbled out in a stuttered rush, high-pitched and breathless, her free hand flapping vaguely toward the coffee table as she sidestepped it, nearly knocking over Tom's half-empty beer bottle.

Sarah's head snapped up from the paused screen, brows knitting in confusion, her chip-crunching paused mid-air. ‘Who is it?’ She mouthed, eyes darting from Daisy's flushed face to the phone.

Daisy shot her a wide-eyed stare, heart hammering so loud she swore they could hear it, holding the phone away from her lips just long enough to whisper fiercely, ‘It's Cassian.’

Sarah's jaw dropped, eyes bulging as she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. ‘Oh shit,’ she hissed back, equal parts shock and thrill lighting her face. She glanced at Tom, who was slouched back, remote in hand, looking mildly puzzled but already glazing over.

"What? Who’s Cassian?’ Tom grunted, scratching his stubble, not bothering to pause his mental rewind of the show's last scene.

Daisy didn't answer, too frantic. She darted past the coffee table, bare feet slapping the hardwood as she bolted for the stairs, ponytail swinging wildly, taking the steps two at a time, thighs burning from the sudden sprint. The bedroom door banged shut behind her, lock clicking with a decisive snick. She slumped against it before she scrambled up to perch cross-legged on her unmade bed. Photos of Daisy with her family and friends stared down indifferently, the faint scent of her vanilla body spray clinging to the rumpled duvet. Only then did she press the phone back to her ear, sucking in a shaky breath.

‘Hey, sorry about that,’ she said, voice pitching awkward and breathy, like she'd run a marathon. ‘I was just trying to get somewhere quiet.’

Cassian ambled through the base's dim-lit paths, floodlights casting long shadows over the churned sand that crunched under his boots. The air hung thick with diesel fumes from idling generators and the distant shouts of a night drill echoing off tent walls. One hand cradled the phone to his ear, the other jammed deep in the pocket of his cargo pants, fingers idly twisting a spare lighter. The medical tent loomed just ahead, its canvas flap stirring in the hot breeze, but Daisy's flustered scramble had hooked his grin wider. Cute, jumping like a live wire at his voice. Probably holed up somewhere private, panties already damp at the thought of him showing up to wreck her again.

‘No worries,’ he drawled, voice low and easy, that signature rumble laced with flirt. ‘How you doin'? I got a message off my buddy from the bar sayin' you were lookin' for me. Nice to see I left a lastin' impression.’ He chuckled, deep and teasing, picturing her cheeks flushing like they had when he'd flipped her onto her stomach and buried himself balls-deep, her walls fluttering as she gushed over him.

Daisy sank deeper into the mattress, crossing her legs tighter as his laugh rolled through the line, warm and cocky, stirring a traitorous flutter low in her belly. She raked a hand through her loose waves, nails catching on a tangle, and let out a soft, nervous chuckle that didn't quite hide the tremor. God, he sounded exactly like that night, playful, zero clue about the bomb she had to drop. Her free hand drifted unconsciously to her still-flat stomach, fingers splaying protectively.

‘I'm erm… I'm okay, I guess,’ she managed, forcing steadiness into her tone. ‘How are you?’

‘I'm good,’ Cassian replied, sidestepping a cluster of supply crates with a lazy pivot. ‘Stuck in this sandy hellhole for another two weeks, but then I've got a few weeks off to come home. So, if you're free, we could maybe grab a drink? See what other furniture of yours we could break.’ His grin was audible, filthy promise dripping from every syllable, mind flashing to her bedframe's ominous creak under their rhythm, her ass rippling with each thrust.

Daisy's huff of laughter escaped despite herself, a little desperate, palm rubbing lightly over her forehead as heat flooded her face. How the fuck is she supposed to say the words when he's being so flirty and cheeky?! The casual invite twisted the knife, drinks, breaking furniture, like it was all just fun and games, no strings, no baby. Her throat tightened, words sticking like glue.

‘Erm, yeah… that'd be…’ She trailed off, biting her lip hard enough to sting. ‘Cass, listen, I need to… to tell you something.’ The stutter hung heavy, her voice cracking on the last word, knuckles whitening around the phone.

A squad of recruits pounded past in formation, boots thumping in sync, their sergeant's bark cutting the night: ‘Double time, maggots! Move like you mean it!’ Cassian eased aside, broad shoulders brushing the coarse canvas of the nearest medical tent, the fabric warm from the day's bake. He was maybe a minute from Emerie now, her sharp scent and tighter grip calling, but Daisy's shift in tone pinged his radar, nervous hitch, like she was gearing up for something heavy. Still, his mind stayed light: maybe she wanted commitment? Or just straight-up begging for his dick again. No sweat.

‘Okay, shoot,’ he said casually, leaning against the tent pole, arms crossing over his chest as he waited, utterly clueless to the curveball incoming.

Daisy perched on the edge of her bed, knees drawn up tight, the phone slick against her palm from nervous sweat. Her heart jackhammered against her ribs, each beat echoing the dread pooling in her gut. The room felt too small, walls pressing in with the faint hum of the air conditioner battling the summer stickiness outside. She swallowed hard, throat clicking dryly, and dragged in a deep breath that did nothing to steady the whirlwind in her chest. Just say it. Rip the bandage off. But the words lodged like thorns, her mind replaying that night in flashes, his mouth hot on her neck, fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her, raw and relentless, no barriers, no second thoughts.

‘Erm, okay…’ she started, voice barely above a whisper, cracking on the edges. ‘So you know that night where we… you know…’

Cassian leaned heavier into the tent pole, the coarse canvas scratching his shoulder through his damp t-shirt. The muggy heat wrapped around him like a wet blanket, distant shouts from the drill fading into white noise as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He chuckled low, a grin splitting his face wide enough to ache his cheeks, the memory hitting him full force, her legs locked around his waist, pussy clenching tight as she came undone, nails raking his back raw. Fuck, she'd been fire.

‘Oh, I remember it very well,’ he drawled, voice dripping with that cocky heat, thumb brushing idly over the phone's edge. He shifted his weight, boots grinding sand into the dirt path, Emerie's tent flap just visible around the corner, promising her tight grip and sharper bite soon enough.

Daisy's attempt at a laugh came out weak, more a shaky exhale than anything real, her eyes squeezing shut as if blocking out the world could make this easier. Fingers twisted into the bedsheet, knuckles bone-white, the fabric bunching under her grip. Nausea bubbled up again, not from the pregnancy this time, or maybe it was, but from the sheer drop looming ahead. He's gonna freak. Or laugh. Or hang up. 

‘Right… well, erm, I… er…’

The silence stretched, her words dying in her throat, breath hitching audibly.

Cassian's grin softened at the quiet, her fumbling tugging something fond in his chest. He straightened a bit, glancing down the path where a tech wheeled a cart of gear past, oblivious. Come on, spit it out, sweetheart, he thought, picturing her biting that plump lip, thighs squeezing together just like when he'd pinned her down and fucked her slow in the early hours of the morning after, then hard enough to splinter wood. Still convinced it was her chasing round two, maybe shy about wanting his cock again stateside.

‘Daisy?’ he prompted, tone light but softening to something gentler, chipper edge rounding out with genuine curiosity. ‘You still there?’

‘Fuck,’ Daisy mumbled under her breath, the curse slipping out raw and frustrated, barely audible but enough to make her wince. Inhaling deep, chest expanding, holding it till her lungs burned, she forced the air out slow, steeling every nerve. No more stalling. Just blurt it. Her legs uncrossed and recrossed, foot tapping an erratic rhythm against the carpet.

‘Okay, I’m just… I’m just gonna say it.’

Cassian snorted a quiet chuckle, the sound swallowed by the distant crack of rifle fire from the range. He leaned back again, shoulder digging into canvas, the air thick with anticipation. Lay it on me, babe. Whatever filthy thing you're craving. His free hand adjusted the front of his pants absently, half-hard already from the memories, Emerie's moans from last night a faint echo, her on her knees, throat working his length before he bent her over crates and fucked her steady, rubber holding back his load.

The line hummed silent, his breath steady as he waited, smirk playing on his lips.

Daisy's world narrowed to the phone, Sarah and Tom’s voices a muffled drone below. Ignore it. One final, ragged inhale, lips parting as the confession tore free.

‘I er… I’m pregnant, Cass.’

The words hit Cassian like a gut punch through the speaker, clear and shattering in the muggy stillness. His heart stuttered, then seized, a brutal clench that stole his air, chest tightening as if a ruck had slammed into him at full sprint. The phone nearly slipped from his numb fingers, world tilting sharp: the tent's shadow blurring, sand underfoot forgotten, every nerve firing cold shock. Pregnant? His mind blanked, that night crashing back, no condom, her slick heat pulling him under, but this? No fucking way. His blood roaring in his ears, pulse hammering wild as the base faded to static.

His grin slowly slipped off his face, erased in an instant, leaving his jaw slack as the single word, pregnant, bounced around his skull like a ricocheting bullet. Chest tightened vise-like, ribs squeezing his lungs until each breath came shallow and ragged. He straightened his posture on instinct, spine snapping rigid against the canvas wall, boots planting firmer into the gritty sand. Silence stretched, heavy and electric; lips parted slightly, but no sound escaped, the confession soaking into him like diesel spilled on parched earth, burning slow and deep. Emerie's tent blurred in his periphery, the distant rumble of a convoy nothing but white noise now. Fuck. This couldn't be real. Her pussy clenching around him bare, his cum flooding her, but a kid? His?

Daisy's breath hitched audibly through the line after that endless pause, her voice cracking as it tumbled out, fragile and rushed, like she was bracing for impact. ‘Look, I know this is… I just… I needed to tell you. I’m not expecting anything from you, Cassian. If you don’t want to be involved, that’s-that’s fine… I just need to know, so I know what I’m dealing with.’

Cassian pressed the phone harder to his ear, the plastic biting into his skin, but her words filtered through like they were underwater, muffled, distant. Head spun lazy circles, vision spotting at the edges, lungs burning for air he couldn't quite drag in. He caught the waver in her tone, that little hitch cracking on 'fine,' and it twisted something deep in his gut, a sharp clench in his heart that warred with the sensation of the floor yanking away beneath him. Involved?

What the hell did that even mean now? His free hand flexed at his side, fingers curling into a fist against his thigh, the rough fabric of his pants grounding him amid the spin. She sounded small, terrified, begging him that night flashed hot: her nails raking his back, thighs locked around his hips as he drove into her, raw and relentless. But this? Fatherhood? Deployment ticking down, prince detail ramping up, shit stacked on shit.

She ploughed on, words spilling faster, panic threading every syllable, a frantic dam breaking. ‘Are you okay? I know it’s a lot to take in. It was very much unexpected for me too, but I’ve had a good few weeks to let it soak in and I panicked anyway when I found out. I was a mess, and to be completely transparent with you, I wasn’t going to keep it. I had an appointment made to… but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just… do that.’

Her voice pitched higher on 'couldn’t,' trailing into a choked whisper, the raw edge slicing through the static in his brain. Cassian sucked in a deep, calming breath, chest expanding slow against the iron band around it, air tasting of dust and sweat. Hand scrubbed quick over his face, palm rasping stubble, wiping away the phantom heat as he clenched his jaw hard, teeth grinding in a bid to anchor himself. Earth steadied fractionally under his boots, the base's chaos seeping back: shouts from the range, low growl of generators. Appointment? She almost ended it. Relief flickered traitorously amid the storm, then guilt slammed it down. Couldn't do it. Meaning what? Keeping it? His seed taking root in her belly, changing everything. Cock twitched unbidden at the thought of her swollen, needy again, but he shoved it brutal, focus narrowing to her ragged exhales crackling over the line.

‘Daisy?’ he interrupted, voice rougher than intended, gravel scraping his throat as it rumbled out low.

‘Yeah?’ she whispered back, soft and tentative, like a held breath finally released.

‘Do me a favour and shut up for a second,’ Cassian rumbled, not unkindly, just needing her to pause, to let him claw back some control, lungs finally loosening enough for the words to land steady.

Daisy's voice softened immediately on the line, a gentle hush threading through the crackle of static, her apology landing like a feather against the storm raging in Cassian's chest. ‘Right… sorry,’ she murmured, the words barely above a whisper, laced with that raw vulnerability that tugged at him despite the chaos.

She knew she'd been unloading like a breached dam, words tumbling unchecked in her panic, probably overwhelming him further, hell, overwhelming herself. The hitch in her breath echoed clear, a shaky inhale that spoke volumes of her nerves fraying at the edges.

Cassian exhaled another deep breath, slow and deliberate, forcing air past the knot lodged in his throat. His boots scraped gritty sand as he paced a few steps away from the tent flap, the muggy heat clinging to his skin like a second uniform, sweat beading fresh along his hairline. He spun on his heel, facing the taut canvas wall, the rough weave blurring under his stare. Free hand raked through his damp hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands before dropping to plant firm on his hip, thumb hooking into his belt loop, a anchor in the spin. Heart still hammered erratic against his ribs, each thud echoing the word pregnant like distant artillery. Seven weeks? Ten? Time blurred since that night. Fuck. He needed facts, needed to ground this nightmare in reality before it swallowed him whole.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked quietly, voice dropping low and rough, gravel scraping from his chest as he pressed the phone tighter to his ear. The question hung heavy, probing without accusation, but doubt flickered unbidden, deployments blurred lines, nights like theirs weren't rare for him, though hers... shit, she'd begged for it, legs wrapped vise-tight around his waist as he pounded into her.

Silence stretched a beat, then Daisy's soft huff of a laugh filtered through, light and forced, a desperate bid to pierce the tension coiling between them. ‘Well, I’ve got seven positive pregnancy tests that are pretty insistent,’ she joked, the words tumbling with a wry edge, her exhale shaky but genuine. But as the quiet dragged from his end, no chuckle, no response, her tone shifted, sobering fast, the playfulness crumbling under the weight. ‘I’ve had a test done at the doctors as well as a blood test, so yeah… I’m sure.’ Her voice steadied on the confirmation, resolute despite the tremor underscoring it, like she'd rehearsed this in mirrors, steeling herself for the fallout.

Cassian nodded slow to himself, the motion deliberate, jaw working as he swallowed deep, throat bobbing thick against the dry lump. Saliva tasted metallic, pulse thumping steady in his temples now, the base's distant clamour seeping back: low rumble of generators, sharp bark of orders from the range. Preparing himself for the next question, gut twisting anticipatory, he had to ask, had to know, no matter how it landed. Paternity wasn't a game; one night didn't rewrite his life without proof. Hand flexed on his hip, knuckles whitening against the fabric, boots shifting sand in a restless grind.

‘It’s definitely mine?’ The words escaped hushed, edged with caution, eyes squeezing shut against the canvas as he braced for the explosion, normal women would've shredded him, hurled slut or whore like grenades. But Daisy...

No fire came. Instead, her sigh whispered soft, understanding weaving through the line, no venom, just quiet acceptance. She got it, their start hadn't screamed fidelity: bar haze, her grinding against him desperate, mouth hot on his cock before he flipped her, fucked her bent over the bed with brutal snaps of his hips. ‘It’s yours, Cass,’ she assured, voice gentle, steadying like a lifeline tossed into choppy waters. ‘I’ve not been with anyone since you and… well, you already know how it was for me before that night.’

Cassian squeezed his eyes shut tight, the world narrowing to the press of his palm against his lids, a futile block against the reality crashing down. Part of him, buried deep under layers of soldier-hardened denial, had clung to a sliver of hope, praying for even a tremor of uncertainty in Daisy's voice, some hesitant 'maybe' that could've let him off the hook. But there was nothing. Her words rang absolute, no waver, no doubt threading through the line like steel cable. Seven tests, doctor's confirmation, blood work, irrefutable. His chest tightened, breath catching ragged as he inhaled deep, lungs expanding against the muggy air thick with diesel fumes and distant sweat-soaked exertion from the drills. Big hand scrubbed over his eyes, rough calluses scraping stubble, fingers lingering at his temples where pulse throbbed insistent, a war drum echoing the chaos in his gut. Fuck. A kid. His kid. The thought ricocheted wild, visions flashing unbidden: her petite frame arching under him that night, pussy clenching slick around his bare cock as he thrust deep, spilling hot ropes of cum straight into her womb without a second thought. Reckless. Stupid.

'Cassian, I’m really sorry, okay?' Daisy's voice broke through soft, laced with that aching remorse that twisted something fierce in his chest. 'I didn’t wanna do this over the phone and I know it’s a lot to have thrown at you so just... take some time, okay? Let it sink in and give me a call to let me know what you wanna do. Like I said, if you don’t wanna be a part of it, that’s fine. I just need to know if I’m doing this on my own. I won’t expect any financial support or anything, I’ll figure it out.'

Her words spilled rapid, a rush of self-sacrifice that hit him square, pulling a dry huff of a laugh from his throat, bitter, disbelieving. He tipped his head back, eyes cracking open to stare at the endless stretch of sky overhead, hazy blue smudged with dust clouds from the choppers circling perimeter. Did she seriously think he'd ghost her? Tell her to fuck off and handle the mess solo? Yeah, his stomach churned like he'd swallowed sand, shitting bricks at the enormity, deployment ticking down, responsibilities piling like ammo crates, but bail? Nah. He was the one who'd pinned her down, hips slamming flush as he flooded her tight heat. Equal fault. His hand flexed at his side, boots grinding grit deeper into the dirt as resolve hardened amid the panic.

'I don’t need to call you back, Daisy… I’m not about to bail and leave you to do this by yourself,' he rumbled low through the phone, voice gravel-thick, steady despite the tremor threatening to crack it. The words grounded him, anchoring the spin.

'Cass-' Daisy sighed, sympathetic pull in her tone, laced with that quiet worry like she was bracing for the letdown, but he sliced right through, not giving her space to doubt.

'I’m not that kind of guy, Daisy. I mean… I’m pretty sure I could throw up right now, but… I’m the one that came inside you, right? I’m just as responsible for this.' Cassian sighed heavy, a tilt of dark humour edging his words as his hand settled firm on his hip again, thumb digging into the seam of his pants. The admission hung raw, owning the moment, the raw pump of his cock buried to the hilt, her moans muffled against the sheets as he unloaded pulse after pulse deep in her core. No pulling out, no regrets then. Regrets now? A flood. But responsibility? Non-negotiable.

The line fell quiet, a heavy pause stretching taut, broken only by the faint crackle of connection and the muffled hum of base life: sharp whistle of a superior barking orders, rhythmic thud of boots on packed earth nearby. Then, a soft sniffle filtered through, wet, choked, her breath hitching like tears had welled fast, spilling over. Cassian's chest ached at the sound, protective instinct flaring hot despite the distance. She was crumbling, and he was half a world away, powerless but for words.

'Are you sure?' Daisy whimpered, voice thick and watery, the plea raw, laced with that fragile hope warring against her fears. She sounded small, curled up somewhere alone, the weight of it all pressing her down.

Cassian couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his mouth, crooked and genuine, softening the hard lines of his face as he turned slow, boots scraping stone. He lowered himself onto the rough stone steps of the shower unit flanking the medical tent, ass planting firm on the worn edge, elbows bracing knees as he hunched forward, phone cradled close. The concrete bit cool through his fatigues, a stark contrast to the sweat trickling down his spine. Distant laughter from a cluster of recruits echoed faint, oblivious to his world tilting.

'This is not what I expected this call to be, but… yeah, I’m sure… besides, probably a bit of karma for me breaking your bed,' Cassian joked, voice lightening with wry tease, the memory flashing vivid.

A wet chuckle bubbled from Daisy through the phone, shaky but real, cutting the tension like a lifeline tossed into the dark. The tension strung tight between them loosened a fraction with that shared spark of humour, the wet chuckle from Daisy filtering through the phone like a balm against the raw edges of shock still scraping Cassian's nerves. He stayed planted on the rough stone steps of the shower unit, elbows dug into his knees, broad shoulders hunched forward as the phone pressed firm to his ear, trapping heat against his skin. Muggy base air clung heavy, laced with faint chlorine tang from the showers and distant shouts of drills echoing across the compound, boots pounding dirt, sergeants barking cadence. But right now, it all blurred secondary to her voice, that soft hitch in her breath as she sniffled, composing herself with small, shaky pulls of air. Cassian's free hand rubbed slow at the back of his neck, callused fingers kneading tense muscle, mind flashing unbidden to her face that night—flushed cheeks, lips parted on gasps.

‘Are you okay? In yourself, I mean-like… how are you feeling?’ Cassian asked soft, voice dropping low and gentle, gravel edged with genuine concern that surprised even him. He shifted his grip on the phone, thumb tracing absent circles on the case, eyes fixed on a crack in the stone where dust gathered, grounding himself amid the whirl.

Daisy's voice came back strained, thick like she'd swallowed tears, fighting to keep them from spilling again. ‘I'm okay. It's not been as bad the last couple of weeks, but the nausea was really bad at the start. Ended up throwing up in my car on my way back from a lecture one morning.’ She admitted it shameless, no filter, the raw honesty pulling a soft chuckle from Cassian, deep, rumbling low in his chest, easing the knot there a touch.

‘Damn, sounds rough…’ he murmured, head tipping forward, a faint grin tugging his mouth despite everything. Vivid image hit him: her bent over in some cramped college parking lot, heaving while her belly churned with the life he'd planted there, his seed taking root after he'd pounded into her bare, hips snapping brutal as cum flooded her depths, her walls milking every drop. ‘You got someone looking after you? Your house mate or your folks?’ He probed gentle, not pushing but needing to know she wasn't facing this storm solo.

‘Yeah, Sarah's been great, drives me to classes when it's bad, makes me ginger tea and shit,’ Daisy replied, a watery laugh threading her words. There's a shuffle on her end, fabric rustling like she readjusted on the couch or bed, maybe curling legs under her petite frame. ‘She's been quietly judgemental about the dad part. Already given me the whole safe sex speel about twenty times.’ Pause hung brief, her breath steadying. ‘What about you? You okay over there? I didn’t interrupt anything did i?.’

Cassian huffed light, straightening a bit, boot sole grinding grit into stone. ‘Nah, just wrapped up dinner, had the lovely dry powdered mashed potatoes they store in bulk’ He flexed his jaw, tasting salt on his lips from sweat. ‘Base is same old though, sand in everything, finally wrapped security detail without us eating bullets. But yeah, I'm... I’m okay, just… processing all this I guess.’

She sniffled again, softer this time. ‘Sorry. Didn't mean to dump this bomb like this. Just... freaked me out seeing those lines on the tests. Pink plus signs staring back like 'surprise, bitch.' Daisy's tone edged wry, self-deprecating, pulling another quiet chuckle from him.

‘Hey, no apologies. We're in the shit together now,’ Cassian said firm, voice warming. ‘Have you had any other appointments yet? Docs say anything else?’

‘Not yet. I've had an initial appointment, just them getting my personal info, history, all that paperwork bullshit,’ she explained, shuffle resuming like she tucked hair behind her ear. ‘I have my first scan in about two and a half weeks... do you... do you think you'll be able to come with me? Only if you want to, that is. No pressure.’

Cassian nodded to himself, brow furrowing as he absorbed every word, committing dates and details like mission intel, two and a half weeks out, scan to see the peanut he'd helped make. Elbows dug deeper into knees, he pictured it: her on an exam table, gel-smeared wand pressing her lower belly while a screen flickered heartbeat. Him there, holding her hand, thumb stroking her knuckles like he'd gripped her thigh that night. ‘Shit, yeah. I should be on leave by then, rotations lining up. So yeah, I... I can come with you. If not, I'll see if I can pull some strings, captain owes me a favour or two, got pull with command.’

Cassian could hear the small smile of Daisy’s through the phone as she said that would be good. The warmth in her voice did something to him, settled a fraction of the anxiety that had been coiling in his gut since she'd dropped the bomb about the pregnancy. He inhaled deeply again, forcing the air down into his lungs, trying to keep himself grounded as he remained sitting on the steps. The stone was warm beneath his thighs, the dust from the base settling on his boots, and somewhere in the distance he could hear the rhythmic thud of boots hitting the ground as a unit ran past the medical tents.

He didn't even think about how he was due to meet Emerie almost ten minutes ago now, his head still swimming with the concept of having a child, of him having gotten a girl seven years his younger pregnant from a messy one-night stand. The thought sat heavy in his chest, a weight he wasn't sure he knew how to carry.

‘Can you message me the date, just so I don't forget it?’ Cassian asked quietly, his voice rough around the edges as he stared down at the gravel between his boots.

‘Yeah, of course,’ Daisy responded, and he could hear the slight hesitation in her voice before she added, ‘If you can't make it that's okay, don't stress about it.’

Cassian huffed a small laugh, the sound dry and humourless as it escaped his lips. ‘Bit too late for that.’

‘Right,’ Daisy breathed softly, and there was a pause on the line, a moment where he could hear her steadying herself before she continued, ‘Thank you, Cassian… for not… you know, losing your shit.’

Cassian closed his eyes, the weight of her words pressing down on him. In reality, he could easily scream or cry or just sit and stare at the floor for hours on end, the enormity of the situation threatening to swallow him whole. But he didn't tell Daisy that. Instead, he forced a lightness into his voice, a joke to mask the turmoil churning beneath the surface as he said,

‘It's okay, I'm waiting to do that after I get off the phone… If you need anything, you let me know, okay? I've got family in the area that can be with you in minutes, even if it's just ice cream cravings, at least until I get back, that is.’

Daisy chuckled softly, the sound genuine and warm, and it eased something in his chest despite everything. ‘I'll be fine, Cass. Sarah has the freezer fully stocked with Mint Choc Chip. Thank you, though… I really do appreciate it.’

‘Dais, please stop thanking me,’ Cassian sighed, the words coming out heavier than he intended, not annoyed but weighed down by a guilt he couldn't quite shake. ‘I'm not exactly Gent of the Year here.’

‘You could have bailed. You could have not called at all, so… yeah, thanks for not being a colossal douchebag.’ Daisy finished with a breathy laugh that carried through the line, and Cassian found himself shaking his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite everything.

Out of the corner of Cassian's right eye, he caught movement heading towards him. Turning his head, he saw Emerie heading his way, a confused look on her face as she tried to figure out why Cassian was sat on some dusty ass steps instead of in the medical tent with her where he was meant to be ten minutes ago. Her brow was furrowed, her dark hair pulled back from her face, and she moved with that purposeful stride she always had, the one that said she was about to demand an explanation. Cassian's stomach tightened, the reality of his situation crashing back down on him as he debated how he was going to juggle this new news alongside everything else in his life.

‘Shit… I'm erm… I'm gonna have to go,’ Cassian sighed softly, his eyes reverting back to his boots as he spoke into the phone, the words coming out in a rushed tumble. ‘But I'll message you, if that's okay? And you've got my number now, so message me whenever you need to… and I can call when I'm free?’

‘Yeah, of course!’ Daisy mumbled gently through the phone, her voice carrying that same understanding she'd shown throughout the conversation. ‘Sorry, I didn't realise how long I'd kept you.’

‘No, it's fine. Not exactly a conversation that can be had in two minutes,’ Cassian rumbled, rubbing his face with his free hand, the stubble rough against his palm. ‘I just… I have a scouting review to get to, so… I'll let you know tomorrow about making it back for the scan, if I can.’ He could feel the exhaustion starting to settle into his bones, the adrenaline of the conversation beginning to wear off, leaving him feeling wrung out and raw.

‘Okay, I'll speak to you tomorrow,’ Daisy said, and he could hear the smile in her voice, that small warmth that had been threading through their conversation.

‘Yeah, I'll speak to you tomorrow,’ Cassian repeated, his voice softer now, almost reluctant to end the call. ‘But message me if you need to… talk or anything, okay?’ He mumbled the last part as Emerie came to a stop in front of him, hands on her hips as she allowed him to finish his phone conversation, her dark eyes fixed on him with a mixture of confusion and impatience.

‘Okay, look after yourself soldier,’ Daisy finalized gently, her voice carrying a sincerity that made his chest ache.

‘I will. Bye.’ Cassian ended the call gently, his thumb pressing the button on the screen before he lowered the phone from his ear.

His eyes remained glued to the gravel floor at the bottom of the stairs he was sat on, his mind still reeling from the conversation, the weight of the secret he now carried pressing down on his shoulders like a physical weight. He could feel the phone still warm in his hand, the screen dark now, but the memory of her voice still lingered in his ears.

‘Cass, what the fuck?’ Emerie's voice sounded in his ears, sharp and frustrated, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. ‘I've been waiting for you for ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes, Cassian. I was sat in that medical tent like an idiot, had to come up with some bullshit excuse of having a panic attack when Wells walked in and I was leant over the table!’

Cassian blinked, slowly lifting his head to meet Emerie's gaze. She stood in front of him, arms crossed now, her foot tapping against the dusty ground as she waited for an explanation. Her dark eyes were narrowed, her jaw tight with irritation, and Cassian realized he was going to have to tell her something, some excuse to explain why he'd completely blown her off. But right now, with his head still spinning from the conversation with Daisy, with the reality of impending fatherhood pressing down on him, he couldn't find the words.

‘Sorry,’ he managed, his voice hoarse as he planted both feet harder into the gravel, the movement feeling sluggish and heavy. ‘ I got… caught up.’

‘Caught up?’ Emerie repeated, her voice dripping with incredulity. ‘You were sat on some dusty fucking steps, Cassian. What could possibly have been so important that you couldn't take two minutes to come find me and let me know you needed a rain check?’

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, the strands damp with sweat from the afternoon heat, and let out a long breath. He looked up at Emerie as she stood in front of him, her small frame towering over him for once as he was still sat on the steps. The dust had settled on his combat trousers, a fine layer of grit coating his boots, and the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the gravel path between the tents. He couldn’t help the small huff of a laugh that left his lungs as he rubbed his jaw, the stubble rough against his palm, and said, ‘That was a girl I hooked up with a couple months back… turns out… I got her pregnant.’

Emerie’s mouth dropped open in a silent gasp, her eyes widening slightly and her brows furrowing in disbelief. She stood frozen for a moment, her hands dropping from her hips to hang loose at her sides as if the news had physically knocked the wind out of her.

‘You what?!’ she asked, her voice pitched higher than usual, the shock bleeding through every syllable. She took a half-step forward, then stopped, as though unsure whether to sit or stand or simply walk away from the bombshell he’d just dropped.

Cassian’s gaze dropped back to the floor, his eyes tracing the pattern of cracks in the dry ground between his boots. He nodded his head slowly, a jerky motion that felt like he was trying to convince himself as much as her. ‘I’m gonna be a dad… apparently,’ he mumbled gently, more to himself than to Emerie, the words feeling so foreign on his tongue, like they belonged to someone else’s life.

He could feel Emerie’s gaze burning into him as he sat there, could hear how she took a deep breath after a minute, the air hissing between her teeth as she processed. Then, softly, almost reverently, she muttered, ‘Jesus Christ… are you okay?’

Cassian sighed heavily, the sound dragging up from somewhere deep in his chest and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, the muscles there tight and knotted with tension. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, the device feeling heavier than it had any right to be and let his hand fall to rest on his knee.

‘I have no fucking idea…’ he said, his voice raw and honest in a way he rarely let it be. ‘I got a message off a buddy saying she’d been trying to get hold of me, and I thought she just wanted to arrange another hook up, not…’ He broke off, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the words. ‘For fucks sake’ He ended with a groan, dropping his head into his hands, his elbows resting on his knees as he hunched forward, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

Emerie stood there for a long moment, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths as she watched him crack in front of her. Then, slowly, she moved to sit on the steps next to him, the stone warm through the fabric of her trousers. She let out a deep breath with puffed out cheeks, her heart pounding like it was happening to her, the news hitting her square in the chest. She turned her head to look at him, her dark eyes searching his profile, the hard line of his jaw, the way his fingers pressed into his scalp.

‘How did this happen?’ she asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and genuine concern. ‘You’re always so prepared! Every time we-‘ She stopped herself, her cheeks flushing slightly despite the seriousness of the moment. ‘You know what I mean. You’re meticulous about that stuff. Condoms, checking the dates, all of it. How the hell did you slip up?’

With his head still in his hands, Cassian let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and self-deprecating. ‘I am with you!’ he said, his voice muffled against his palms before he lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. ‘I knock you up and your entire career is over! You’d be shipped off the base, your record would have that little pink mark, you’d be restricted to national guard for three years minimum and everything you’ve worked for-‘ He shook his head, the motion sharp and frustrated. ‘I don’t take risks with you, Emerie. I never have. It’s just not worth it! This was…’ He gestured vaguely with one hand, the motion loose and defeated. ‘This was just supposed to be some one-night stand. We were both wasted. She was telling me how she had given up on ever getting good dick! I was off my face on whiskey and there was tequila involved. Wearing a Johnny or pulling out didn’t even cross my mind.’

Emerie’s lips pressed into a thin line, her brow furrowing as she processed his words. She reached out, her hand hovering for a moment before she placed it on his shoulder, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ‘So you don’t even remember it clearly? Because she sunders like a really classy lady’ she asked dryly, her voice softer now, almost gentle.

Cassian let out a shaky breath and shook his head. ‘All I remember is how good the sex was! She was… fuck she was wild. I couldn’t help myself! I don’t even know her full name’ He laughed again, the sound bitter and broken, but instead of finishing with the words she expected, he rolled his head back onto his shoulders, the muscles in his neck straining as he tipped his face up toward the sky. The sun almost gone over the horizon and he stared into it until his eyes watered, his voice dropping low and raw. ‘Fuck me, I've ruined her fucking life.’

The words hung in the heat, heavy and jagged, and Emerie's breath caught in her throat. She watched him for a long moment, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the way his hands clenched into fists on his knees. Then she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, and let out a low, steadying breath.

‘Hey,’ she said, her voice firm but not harsh. ‘Come on, Cass. She's just as much to blame. I'm assuming she didn't exactly tell you to pull out, right? She was there too. She made the same choice.’

Cassian's jaw tightened, but he didn't look at her. His eyes stayed fixed on the endless blue above him, watching a bird wheel lazily through the sky, free and unconcerned with the mess of human lives below. ‘She's nineteen, Emerie.’ The words came out flat, devoid of any excuse, carrying only the weight of self-disgust. He let them sit there, let the number sink in, let it drag across the dust between them like a dead weight.

Emerie's mouth opened. Closed. Her brows shot up, and for a few seconds, she was completely still, as if the information had frozen her mid-thought. Then she let out a sharp exhale, almost a hiss, and shook her head slowly, her dark ponytail swishing against her shoulders. ‘You're a fucking dickhead,’ she said, the words clipped and incredulous. ‘Nineteen?!’ She turned to face him fully, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and reproach. ‘Cass, what the fuck were you thinking? You're a grown-ass man. You’ve knocked up a teenager!’

Cassian finally lowered his gaze, blinking against the spots of light still dancing in his vision. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and let out a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. ‘I was thinking that she was one of the hottest girls I've ever seen who was all over me!’ he said, his voice rising in frustration, the words tumbling out in a rambling, almost pathetic defence. ‘She'd not had sex in months and she was desperate for it, she told me as much, practically climbed into my lap the second we started talking. And I'd just come off a deployment where I hadn't touched a woman in six months, and we were drunk, and she was so fucking soft and eager and-‘ He broke off, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. ‘I'd have had to have shot myself not to have gone home with her!’

Emerie stared at him, her lips pressed together in a thin line. She let the silence stretch, letting his words hang in the air like smoke, before she cracked a wry, humourless smile. ‘Bet that bullet is seeming pretty tasty right now, huh?’ she joked dryly, her tone flat enough that he could hear the truth underneath the sarcasm.

Cassian's head dropped limply forward, his chin nearly touching his chest as both of his elbows rested on his thighs. The weight of the world seemed to press down on his shoulders, bowing his spine until he looked like a man carrying the whole desert on his back. Emerie shifted closer on the stairs, a small distance between them, a few inches at best, but she didn't close the gap entirely. She turned her head to study him, her brown eyes tracing the hard line of his jaw, the way his fingers dug into his own biceps, the shadows that clung to his face like they'd taken root there. She'd seen him get jumped on a routine patrol once, four guys with knives and a broken bottle, and he'd come out of it laughing, wiping blood from his split lip with a grin. She'd never seen him like this. Exhausted. Defeated. Hollowed out.

‘What did she say?’ Emerie's voice cut through the thick air, soft and careful, like she was afraid the wrong word might shatter him. ‘Does she want you to be involved?’

Cassian didn't move for a long moment. Then he lifted his gaze, fixing it on some invisible point in the middle distance, a patch of dust, a discarded cigarette butt, the leg of a chair outside the mess tent. He drew in a lighter breath, one that didn't seem to reach all the way down, and let it out again in a slow, measured exhale.

‘Yeah,’ he said, his voice rougher than he'd intended. He cleared his throat and tried again. ‘Yeah, I think so. She's got a scan in a few weeks that she's asked me to go to, so…’ He paused, dragging a hand across his stubbled jaw. ‘Guess I gotta go talk to the CO, see if I can make it home on time. Explain the situation… somehow. Beg if I have to.’

Emerie let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It turned into a small, incredulous laugh as she shook her head slowly, her dark hair brushing against her shoulders. ‘Wow,’ she said, the word drawn out, almost reverent. ‘You're gonna have a kid. That's wild.’

Cassian's lips twitched, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. ‘Yeah,’ he repeated, his voice flat. ‘Wild.’

He didn't add anything else. He just sat there, staring at that same invisible point, as if he could see the whole future laid out in the dust and it was nothing but a long, grey road stretching into nowhere. Emerie watched him for another beat, then pushed herself to her feet. She dusted off her cargos with a few sharp slaps, the fabric rustling in the still air, and turned to face him. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth, teasing but gentle. ‘Well,’ she said, raising an eyebrow, ‘I'm guessing you're not interested in that quickie anymore?’

The question hung between them, light and deliberately flippant, an offering of normalcy in the middle of the chaos. Cassian let out a soft laugh, real this time, if a little hollow, and slowly, painfully, pushed himself to his feet. He straightened his back, rolled his shoulders, and looked at her with something close to his usual dry humour flickering in his eyes. ‘Dear gods, no,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘Knowing my luck, I'd inseminate you as well. I'm apparently operating at a hundred percent fertility right now. Wouldn't want to add another kid to the list before I've even figured out how to handle the first one.’

Emerie's smirk widened, but her eyes were warm. She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of sunblock and sweat on her skin, and she reached out to give his chest a light pat. ‘Yeah, no thank you,’ she said, her voice dropping to something softer, more sincere. ‘May be best that this little arrangement of ours is put on pause for a while, you know, while you wrap your head round this..’

Cassian looked down at her hand on his arm, then up into her face. There was no accusation in her expression, no jealousy, no disappointment. Just understanding. He nodded slowly. ‘Yeah,’ he said again, that single word doing all the heavy lifting. ‘Probably for the best.’

Emerie let her hand drop and took a step back, her smile turning a little more playful, a little more Emerie. ‘Besides,’ she added, ‘I don't want to be the next girl calling you with a positive test. One spawn of Satan is enough for this generation.’

He let out a genuine laugh this time, short but sharp, and shook his head. ‘You're a real comfort, you know that?’

‘I try,’ she said, and turned to walk away, her boots scuffing against the gravel. She paused after a few steps, looking back over her shoulder. ‘Hey. You're gonna be okay, Cass. You'll figure it out. You always do.’

Cassian watched her go, the dust settling in her wake, and then he looked down at his hands. They were steady. That was something, at least. He didn't go to the CO's office. Not yet. His feet carried him in that direction, past the mess tent where the low hum of conversation and the clatter of metal trays drifted through the canvas walls, past the small cluster of soldiers smoking by the generator, past the row of parked Humvees with their tires caked in sand. He stopped about twenty yards from the command tent, stood there for a long moment with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and then turned around and walked back toward the barracks.

It was too late. The sun was already bleeding orange and red across the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of fire, and the CO would be winding down for the day. Lieutenant Colonel Vaughn was a reasonable man, hard, but fair, but he wasn't the type to appreciate being ambushed with a personal crisis at the tail end of a long shift. Cassian knew better than to walk in there with half a plan and a head full of static. He needed to think first. Sort through the mess in his skull. Figure out what the hell he was going to say before he said it.

The barracks were quiet when he pushed through the heavy canvas flap that served as a door. The long room was lined with cots on both sides, most of them empty, most of his squad was still out on rotation, pulling the night watch around the perimeter. A few men were asleep in the far corner, their breathing slow and even, the occasional snore cutting through the silence. Cassian walked past them without a word, his boots heavy on the packed dirt floor, and dropped onto his cot with a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his bones.

He lay there for a long time, staring up at the canvas ceiling. The fluorescent light strip overhead hummed faintly, casting a pale-yellow glow across the space. He could hear the wind outside, the distant crackle of radio chatter from the command tent, the occasional bark of laughter from somewhere near the motor pool. Normal sounds. Everyday sounds. But they felt distant, muffled, like he was hearing them from the bottom of a pool.

His hand found its way behind his head, cradling his neck as he stared at the same patch of canvas for what felt like hours. The same thought kept circling back, over and over, like a vulture waiting for something to die.

How the fuck is this going to work?

He closed his eyes and tried to picture it. A kid. His kid. A tiny, squalling thing with his eyes or Daisy's smile or some combination of features that would bind them together for the rest of their lives. But the image wouldn't form. Every time he tried to conjure it, all he saw was Daisy's face from that night, flushed, eager, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drove into her. She'd been so alive, so there, and he'd been so drunk on the feeling of her that he hadn't thought about consequences. Hadn't thought about anything except the way she moaned, the way her nails dug into his back, the way she'd begged him not to stop.

And now there was a baby.

Seven years, he thought, the number lodging itself in his chest like a splinter. Seven fucking years younger than me.

He'd been in the service for almost eight years. He'd seen combat. He'd watched men die. He'd held a friend's hand while the blood pooled beneath him on the dirt, whispering that it was going to be okay even though they both knew it wasn't. He'd done things that would haunt him for the rest of his life, things that had carved grooves into his soul so deep he wasn't sure there was anything left of the man he'd been before.

But none of that had prepared him for this. None of that had taught him how to be a father.

The cot creaked as he shifted, rolling onto his side and staring at the wall. The canvas rippled slightly in the breeze, and he watched the shadows move across it, his mind churning.

He thought about his contract. Five more years of active duty, with the possibility of extension if he re-upped. Deployment rotations that could take him anywhere in the world at a moment's notice. Long stretches of time spent in places where the phone signal was spotty and the mail took weeks to arrive. How was he supposed to be there for a kid when he was thousands of miles away, living out of a duffel bag and sleeping in tents?

He thought about Daisy. A nineteen-year-old girl who'd probably been looking for a fun night out, something to tell her friends about, not a lifetime commitment. She hadn't asked for this any more than he had. And now she was stuck with him, some soldier she'd met once, some guy who'd fucked her silly and flipped her world on its head. He stared into the darkness, his jaw tight, and tried to map out a future that had never existed in any of his plans. He'd need to talk to the CO. That was the first step. Explain the situation, ask for some flexibility in his deployment schedule, figure out if there was any way to get home for the birth, or at least for the scan in a few weeks. He'd have to find a place to live, something more stable than a barracks cot and a shared apartment back home. He'd have to figure out money, child support, all the mundane, terrifying realities of bringing a life into the world.

And he'd have to do it all while still being a soldier, still fulfilling his duty, still getting up every morning and putting on his gear and pretending like his whole world hadn't been turned upside down by a phone call and a girl he'd met once.

One night, he thought, the bitterness of it curling in his chest. One stupid, reckless, fucking incredible night, and now there's a whole life riding on it.

He closed his eyes but sleep still wouldn't come. The hours crawled by, measured in the slow shift of shadows across the canvas, in the distant change of the guard, in the endless loop of his own thoughts. He thought about Daisy—what she looked like, what she was doing right now, whether she was lying in her own bed, staring at her own ceiling, wondering if he was going to be worth the risk she'd taken in telling him. He thought about the baby, a shape without a face, a future without a form, and tried to imagine holding it, protecting it, being the kind of man who didn't run from responsibility but stood in front of it.

He didn't know if he was that man. He wanted to be. But wanting and being were two very different things.

At some point, the darkness outside the canvas began to thin, the first grey light of dawn seeping through the gaps. Cassian had been staring at the same patch of fabric for so long that his eyes ached. He blinked, sat up slowly, and swung his legs over the side of the cot. His back was stiff, his neck tight, and the exhaustion had settled into his bones like lead, but he couldn't stay here. He couldn't lie in this cot for another second, replaying the same questions without any answers.

He pulled on his boots, laced them with mechanical precision, and stood. The barracks was still quiet, most of the guys still asleep or just stirring. He caught a glimpse of himself in the small, cracked mirror nailed to the support pole near his cot, dark circles under his eyes, stubble thick on his jaw, a hollow look in his gaze that he didn't recognize.

You look like shit, he told himself. You feel like shit. But you've got a job to do.

He stepped out into the morning air. The camp was coming to life around him, the clatter of mess tins, the hiss of stoves, the low rumble of vehicles warming up. The sun was still low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty ground, and the heat was already beginning to build. Cassian stood there for a moment, letting the noise and motion wash over him, trying to find his footing in a world that felt like it had been yanked out from under him.

He needed to eat. He knew he needed to eat. His body was running on adrenaline and bad decisions, and skipping a meal wasn't going to help anything. But the thought of sitting in the mess tent, surrounded by the usual noise and banter, forced to make small talk and pretend like everything was fine, it made his stomach turn. He was still standing there, undecided, when he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel behind him.

‘Morning, sunshine.’ Brick's voice was rough with sleep but carrying its usual edge of humour. He fell into step beside Cassian, a half-eaten piece of toast in one hand, his eyes squinting against the morning glare. ‘You look like shit. Couldn't sleep?’

Cassian shrugged, keeping his gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance. ‘Something like that.’

Brick studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable, then took another bite of his toast and chewed slowly. ‘You coming to breakfast? The cook's got some kind of egg situation going on. I think it's supposed to be scrambled, but honestly, I've seen less questionable substances in the medical tent.’

‘Not hungry.’

Brick snorted. ‘You're always hungry. What's going on with you?’

Cassian hesitated. He should tell him. Brick was his closest friend on this base, the one person who'd had his back through more firefights and patrols and shitty deployment nights than he could count. He'd trust Brick with his life, he had, more times than he cared to remember. But this wasn't a bullet or an ambush. This was something else. Something deeper. Something he didn't have the words for yet.

‘Just got some stuff on my mind,’ Cassian said finally, his voice flat. ‘Personal stuff. I gotta go see the CO.’

Brick's eyebrows lifted. ‘The CO? Shit, man, what'd you do?’

‘Nothing. Just-‘ Cassian stopped, ran a hand over his face, and let out a long breath. ‘I can't explain it right now, Brick. I will, when I've got it figured out. But right now, I just need to get this done.’

Brick was quiet for a long moment. Then he clapped a hand on Cassian's shoulder, squeezing once, hard. ‘Alright. I won't push. But you know where to find me if you need to talk, yeah? And if the CO gives you shit, I'll back you up. Whatever it is.’

Cassian looked at him then, really looked at him, and felt something loosen in his chest. ‘Thanks, man.’

‘Don't mention it.’ Brick took another bite of his toast and jerked his chin toward the mess tent. ‘I'm gonna go brave the egg situation. Try not to get yourself court-martialled before lunch, alright?’

Cassian almost smiled. ‘No promises.’

Brick ambled off, leaving Cassian standing alone in the growing heat of the morning. He watched his friend disappear into the mess tent, then turned and started walking toward the opposite end of the camp, where the CO's tent stood, a larger, more substantial structure than the rest, marked by a flag and a permanent guard post outside it.

The walk felt longer than it should have. Each step was heavy, deliberate, carrying him closer to a conversation that would change everything. He rehearsed what he was going to say. Sir, I need to request a modification to my deployment schedule. Sir, there's been a change in my personal circumstances. Sir, I'm going to be a father. But every version sounded wrong. Too formal. Too flippant. Too much like an excuse. The truth was simple and terrifying: he had no idea what he was doing.

He reached the entrance to the CO's tent, and the guard outside, a young private with a fresh face and nervous eyes, snapped to attention. ‘Sargant.’

Cassian nodded, his throat tight. ‘I need to see Colonel Vaughn. It's urgent.’

The private hesitated, glancing toward the tent. ‘He's in a meeting right now, sir. Should be done in about ten minutes.’

‘I'll wait.’

The private nodded and gestured toward a small, shaded area nearby, where a couple of folding chairs had been set up. Cassian moved to one and sat down, the metal frame groaning under his weight. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and stared at the ground between his boots. Ten minutes. He had ten minutes to figure out how to explain to his commanding officer, a man he respected, a man who had never seen him as anything less than reliable, that he'd gotten a nineteen-year-old girl pregnant after a one-night stand, and that he needed the army to work around it.

Good luck with that, he thought bitterly.

The minutes crawled by. The heat pressed down, and the sounds of the camp faded into a dull hum. Cassian kept his eyes on the ground, his hands clasped loosely in front of him and waited.

When the tent flap finally rustled, and the young private cleared his throat, Cassian looked up.

‘Sarge, Colonel Vaughn will see you now.’

Cassian stood. His heart was pounding, but his hands were steady. He squared his shoulders, drew a breath, and pushed through the canvas into the CO's tent.

The tent was dimmer than the harsh morning light outside, lit by a single lamp on the desk that cast long shadows across the canvas walls. Colonel Vaughn was seated behind his field desk, a mountain of paperwork spread out before him in neat, orderly piles. He was a man in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short and a face that had been carved by years of command, hard lines around his mouth, crow's feet at the corners of his eyes that came from squinting into too many sunrises. He didn't look up when Cassian entered, his attention fixed on a sheaf of papers he was flipping through with practiced efficiency.

‘Sargant. What do I owe the pleasure first thing in the morning?’ Vaughn's voice was dry, almost bored, as he gestured vaguely toward the chair on the other side of his desk without lifting his gaze. ‘Take a seat.’

Cassian snapped a sharp salute, the motion automatic after years of ingrained discipline. ‘Morning, sir. Apologies for the interruption.’

He held the salute until Vaughn gave a dismissive wave, then let his arm drop and lowered himself into the rickety wooden chair across from the CO. The canvas of the seat groaned under his weight, and he shifted, adjusting his posture until his boots were planted firmly on the dirt floor, his knees spread slightly apart, his hands resting on his thighs. He inhaled deeply, letting the breath settle in his chest, and forced himself to meet Vaughn's desk rather than the man himself, giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts.

‘Sir, I just... I need to discuss a personal matter, if you have the time.’

At that, Vaughn's pen paused. He looked up slowly, his grey eyes sharp and assessing, studying Cassian's face for a long moment before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He set the pen down and leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking in protest.

‘Personal?’ Vaughn repeated, as if tasting the word for the first time. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his uniform pulling taut across his shoulders. ‘In the four years I've been your CO, I don't think you've ever come into my tent wanting to discuss anything personal. What's happened? You and Reg finally confessed your feelings for each other?’

The joke landed with a dull thud in the thick air of the tent. Cassian let out a soft, humourless laugh, more out of respect than any real amusement, and shook his head, his eyes dropping to the floor for just a second before meeting Vaughn's gaze again.

‘Not exactly, sir.’ He paused, his throat dry. He swallowed hard, the click audible in the silence. ‘It's erm... I need to request a schedule modification. And to book a few days of leave, if possible, sir.’

Vaughn's expression shifted. The dry humour that had been in his eyes moments ago faded, replaced by something more serious. He straightened in his seat, his arms uncrossing as he placed his hands flat on the desk, fingers splayed.

‘A schedule modification?’ Vaughn's voice was careful, measured. He tilted his head slightly, studying Cassian like a map he was trying to read. ‘That's not a small request, Sargant. What's going on?’

Cassian felt the weight of the question press down on him. He sighed, long and slow, and looked down at the floor in front of his feet. The dirt was packed hard, the colour of old bones, with faint scuff marks from countless boots that had stood in this very spot. He traced the pattern of one of the scuffs with his eyes before forcing himself to lift his head and meet Vaughn's gaze.

‘I erm...’ He paused again, the words sticking in his throat like dry bread. He swallowed again, his Adam's apple bobbing. ‘I received a phone call yesterday. From a woman back home. Someone I've been... involved with recently.’

Vaughn's eyebrows rose just a fraction, but he said nothing, waiting.

Cassian took a shaky breath and pushed on. ‘She's erm... she told me she's pregnant. I'm... I'm going to be a father, sir.’

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and irrevocable. For a long moment, Vaughn simply stared at Cassian with a blank expression, his face an unreadable mask honed by years of command, trained never to show what he was thinking or feeling. The only sound was the distant drone of a generator somewhere outside, the muffled shouts of men on the training grounds.

Then Vaughn leaned back deep into his chair, the springs groaning beneath him. He rubbed his jaw with one hand, his fingers rasping over the stubble that had already grown in since his morning shave. His eyes never left Cassian's face, searching, probing, assessing.

‘When you say 'involved,'’ Vaughn said slowly, his voice deliberate, ‘how long have you been in a relationship with the young lady?’

Cassian felt his stomach drop. He'd been dreading this question, had known it was coming, had rehearsed a dozen different ways to answer it. None of them made it any easier. He wanted to huff, to drop his head into his hands, to sink into the dirt and disappear. But he couldn't. Not here. Not in front of his superior.

He forced himself to keep his posture steady, his hands still on his thighs, his eyes locked with Vaughn's. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, staining his cheeks a deep, mortifying red. There was no stopping it.

‘It's complicated, sir.’

Vaughn's eyebrows rose again, this time a fraction higher. ‘Complicated.’ He repeated the word as if testing its weight. ‘Complicated how, exactly?’

Cassian's jaw tightened. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, the clammy heat of his palms against the rough fabric of his trousers. ‘Sir, I-‘

‘Let me rephrase,’ Vaughn interrupted, his voice taking on a sharper edge. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. ‘Excuse me for asking this next question, Sargant, but I have to ask it. Are you sure this child is yours? I'm assuming the situation is complicated because this woman is not someone you have a relationship with. So are you sure there's no way she could be mistaken?’

The question hit Cassian like a punch to the chest. He felt a flash of something, anger, defensiveness, hurt, but he pushed it down, forced it away. He held Vaughn's gaze, refusing to flinch, refusing to look away.

‘I'm pretty sure, sir.’ His voice was steady, even if his insides were churning. ‘I don't think she's the kind of girl that would lie about something like this. And the timeline of it all matches up with our night together.’

Vaughn's lips pressed into a thin line, and then a small, sarcastic smile graced his face for just a few seconds. He raised his eyebrows, the expression almost amused, but there was a hardness behind it.

‘’Pretty sure' doesn't seem like enough to request a schedule modification change, Sargant. This isn't a simple thing to be granted. It disrupts the entire rotation, puts stress on the rest of the unit, and requires paperwork that'll take days to process. I need more than 'pretty sure' to justify that.’

Cassian's hands tightened on his thighs, his knuckles whitening. He took a breath, held it, let it out slowly. When he spoke again, his voice was low, deliberate, each word weighted with finality. ‘I'm sure, sir. It is my child. And I'm making this request so I can do the right thing. So I can be there for both of them.’

He held Vaughn's gaze, unwavering, letting the older man see the truth in his eyes, the conviction that burned beneath the anxiety and the fear. For a long, tense moment, the two men stared at each other across the desk, the air thick with unspoken words.

Then Vaughn sighed. It was a long, heavy sound, the kind that carried the weight of too many years, too many decisions, too many young soldiers standing in this very spot with desperate pleas in their eyes. He sat forward, clasping his hands on the desk, his fingers interlocking, and looked at Cassian with something that might have been sympathy or resignation or both.

‘Very well.’ Vaughn's voice was softer now, less sharp. ‘And what type of modification are you hoping for, Sargant? You still have five years contracted to this unit, to this schedule. And I can't imagine that the big wigs at the top are going to be keen to disrupt everything because you forgot everything you learned in school about safe sex.’

The jab was dry, almost teasing, but there was no real malice in it. Vaughn's eyes held a glimmer of something. understanding, perhaps, or the faintest hint of empathy.

Cassian took a steadying breath, the words he'd rehearsed a dozen times crystallizing on his tongue. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely between them as he met Vaughn's gaze with as much resolve as he could muster. The tent canvas rustled faintly in the desert breeze, a distant sound that barely registered against the pounding of his own heart.

‘I need a transfer, sir. A permanent one. To a smaller unit, or a position with less frequent deployments. Something that would allow me to be present for the pregnancy,’ he said, his voice low but firm, each word carefully placed.

Vaughn's eyebrows climbed higher, a slow, deliberate movement that spoke volumes. He didn't interrupt, though, so Cassian pressed on, the words spilling out before he could second-guess himself.

‘Specifically, sir, I need to ship out a few days early when the relief unit arrives. I know it's irregular, but if I could hitch a ride on the helicopter that brings them in, I'd be home in time for her first scan in two weeks…Two weeks from yesterday. I can't miss it, sir. I can't."

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut. Vaughn's face remained impassive, but Cassian caught the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed once against the desk before stilling. The older man let out a long, slow breath through his nose, his eyes never leaving Cassian's face.

‘Let me make sure I understand this correctly,’ Vaughn said, his voice measured, almost cautious. He set down his pen and folded his hands on the desk, leaning forward just slightly. ‘You're asking me to not only approve an early leave, which, by the way, is a nightmare of paperwork and coordination, but to initiate a transfer request that would effectively pull you from this unit and this deployment cycle. You want to be reassigned to a desk job or a training position back home, is that what you're telling me?’

Cassian nodded, his throat tight. ‘Yes, sir. Ideally something on home soil. I know it's a lot to ask, but-‘

‘A lot to ask?’ Vaughn interrupted, a dry, humourless laugh escaping him. He shook his head slowly, rubbing his hand over his jaw again. The chair creaked under his weight as he shifted. ‘Sargant, do you have any idea what you're giving up here? You're one of the best non-commissioned officers I've had under my command. You've got a career ahead of you that most soldiers only dream of. A transfer like this, especially one requested for personal reasons, will put a cap on your advancement. You'll be lucky if you ever see a promotion beyond your current rank again.’

Cassian swallowed hard. He'd known this was coming, had braced himself for it, but hearing it spoken aloud still hit him like a freight train. The heat in the tent felt suffocating suddenly, the smell of dust and canvas pressing in on him. ‘I understand that, sir.’

‘I’m not sure you do’ Vaughn leaned forward, his eyes sharp, drilling into Cassian with an intensity that made the younger man want to look away. But he held his ground, meeting the older man's gaze. ‘General Devaney is conducting assessments this quarter. He's been keeping an eye on you, Sargant. I've heard whispers, he sees potential in you. Potential for a commission, maybe even a spot at the academy. But that kind of opportunity requires full commitment. It requires a soldier who is available, deployable, and unencumbered by personal obligations that could interfere with duty.’

Vaughn paused, letting the words sink in. Cassian felt the weight of them settle on his shoulders like a physical burden, but he didn't waver. His hands tightened in his lap, knuckles whitening for a brief moment before he forced himself to relax.

‘I know, sir. I know what I'm walking away from.’

‘Do you?’ Vaughn repeated, his voice rising just a fraction. The word cracked through the tent like a whip. ‘Because what you're telling me is that you're willing to throw away a career, a damn good one, for a woman you barely know and a child that may or may not be yours.’

Cassian's jaw tightened. He felt a flash of heat rise in his chest, a defensive anger that he had to force down. He drew in a slow breath through his nose, counting to three before he spoke.

‘She's the mother of my child Sir. And I'm sure the child is mine.’

Vaughn held up a hand, cutting him off before he could continue. ‘I'm not questioning your integrity, Sargant. I'm asking you to think carefully. You've had less than twenty-four hours to process this news. You're still in shock. And making life-altering decisions while in shock is rarely a good idea.’

He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking, and let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, more tired.

‘You have to understand where I'm coming from. I've seen too many young soldiers make rash decisions based on emotion and regret them later. I'm not saying this isn't real. I'm not saying you shouldn't step up. But there are ways to do this without torching your entire career.’

Cassian's brow furrowed, a flicker of hope stirring in his chest. ‘What do you mean, sir?’

Vaughn tapped his fingers on the desk, thinking. The rhythmic thud of his fingertips against the wood filled the silence. He looked at Cassian, then at the stack of paperwork beside him, then back at Cassian.

‘Let me see what I can do about getting you home for the scan. I'll arrange for you to hitch a ride with the relief unit's transport. That's doable. Reg can cover your duties for a few days, and the paperwork for a short leave is something I can push through without raising too many eyebrows.’

Relief flickered through Cassian's chest, warm and sudden, but it was short-lived as Vaughn continued.

‘But the transfer? The permanent reassignment?’ Vaughn shook his head slowly, his expression turning grave. ‘I'm not going to submit that request right now. I want you to take your leave, go home, see this woman, attend the scan, and really think about what you want. If, after that, you still feel the same way, come back and talk to me. We'll revisit it then.’

Cassian opened his mouth to protest, the words forming on his tongue, But sir, I know what I want, I've thought about it, I need this, but Vaughn cut him off with a raised hand, palm flat and firm.

‘That's not a no, Sargant. It's a 'wait and think.' You owe it to yourself, and to that child, to make a decision with a clear head, not one driven by panic or guilt. Do you understand me?’

The words hung in the air, heavy and immovable. Cassian felt the fight drain out of him, the adrenaline that had been propelling him forward ebbing away like a tide. He wanted to argue, wanted to push, wanted to make Vaughn see that this wasn't panic, it was certainty. But he knew Vaughn was right. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten properly, hadn't given himself a moment to breathe since Daisy's call. His mind was a storm of fear and hope and dread and making a permanent decision in that state was reckless.

He let out a slow breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. The tension in his neck eased just a fraction. ‘Yes, sir. I understand.’

Vaughn studied him for a long moment, his eyes searching Cassian's face for any sign of defiance or resentment. Whatever he found seemed to satisfy him, because he nodded, a hint of approval flickering in his gaze.

‘Good. I'll submit the leave request today. I'll coordinate with the transport unit to get you on that helicopter when relief arrives. You'll be home in time for the scan.’

‘Thank you, sir.’ Cassian's voice was hoarse, thick with emotion he couldn't quite name.

‘Don't thank me yet.’ Vaughn picked up his pen and pulled a form from the stack on his desk, his attention already shifting back to the paperwork. He scribbled something across the page, the scratch of the pen the only sound in the tent. ‘You still have patrol duty this evening. Go eat something, get some rest. You look like shit, Sargant.’

Cassian let out a soft, humourless laugh and rose to his feet. His legs felt shaky, the weight of the conversation settling into his bones. He snapped a sharp salute, holding it until Vaughn acknowledged it with a distracted wave of his pen.

‘Sir.’

He turned and walked toward the tent flap, his boots heavy on the dirt floor. Each step felt like wading through mud. The canvas parted, and the harsh desert light flooded in, blinding him for a moment. He stepped out into the heat, the sun beating down on his shoulders, and let the flap fall closed behind him.

He stood there for a long moment, blinking in the brightness, his mind churning. The conversation replayed in his head, every word, every pause, every flicker of Vaughn's expression. He had a plan, a partial one at least. He'd be home in two weeks. He'd see Daisy. He'd see the scan. But beyond that, everything was uncertain.

He squared his shoulders, set his jaw, and walked toward the mess tent. There was patrol to get through, and a long night of thinking ahead of him. But for the first time since Daisy's call, he felt a sliver of hope, fragile, tentative, but there nonetheless.

The ground beneath Cassian's boots was hard-packed earth, cracked and dry from weeks without rain. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the yard, turning the dusty browns of the base into shades of amber and gold. Soldiers moved in small clusters between tents, their voices carrying on the warm breeze, but Cassian barely registered any of it. His mind was still in Vaughn's tent, replaying the conversation, turning the colonel's words over and over like stones in his palm. He'd made it maybe fifty paces when he heard the familiar heavy footfall behind him, the rhythmic thud of boots striking the ground at a pace that matched his own. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, firm and familiar, and Brick's voice cut through the haze of his thoughts.

‘Well, look who escaped the lion's den alive,’ Brick said, falling into step beside him. His tone was light, teasing, the easy-going drawl he always used when he was trying to coax Cassian out of a mood. ‘I was starting to think Vaughn had keelhauled you in there. What were you doing with him? Haven't finally killed Ramirez, have you?’

Brick let out a short laugh, nudging Cassian's arm with his elbow. It was the kind of joke they'd shared a hundred times before; Ramirez was the unit's resident pain in the ass. But Cassian didn't laugh. He barely managed a small, tight smile, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead, watching the dust puff up with each step.

Brick's stride faltered for a fraction of a second. He shot a quick sideways glance at Cassian, reading the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets instead of swinging loosely at his sides. Brick had known Cassian for over four years now, had served beside him in three deployments, had seen him through hangovers, heartbreaks, and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that came from forty-eight hours without sleep. He knew the difference between Cassian being tired and Cassian being gutted.

They walked another ten paces in silence, the only sound the scuff of their boots and the distant hum of a generator. Then Brick's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Cassian's bicep, halting him mid-step. Cassian stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and turned to face his friend.

‘What's going on?’ Brick asked. The humour was gone from his voice now, replaced by something quieter, more careful. His eyes searched Cassian's face, looking for cracks in the armour. ‘Cass. Talk to me.’

Cassian let out a long, slow breath, the air escaping his lungs like a leak in a tire. He lifted his gaze to meet Brick's, then immediately looked away again, staring at a point somewhere over Brick's left shoulder, a supply tent, a stack of crates, anything but those worried eyes.

‘Nothing, I just...’ He trailed off, shaking his head. The lie was on his tongue, ready to be spoken I'm fine. Just tired. Vaughn was chewing me out about patrol schedules. But the words died in his throat. Brick knew him too well. Lying to Brick was like trying to hide a fire in a paper bag, pointless and destined to fail.

Cassian's shoulders sagged. He rubbed his hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble that had grown in over the past two days, the grit of desert dust ground into his skin. ‘I…I fucked up’

Brick's eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting from concern to alarm. ‘What do you mean you fucked up? Was that a disciplinary? Did Vaughn put you on report? Shit, Cass, what happened?’

‘No! Shit, no, nothing like that.’ Cassian shook his head quickly, waving a hand. The last thing he needed was Brick thinking he'd done something to jeopardize his career. ‘I just... I mean…’

He paused, the words catching in his throat. He could feel Brick's gaze on him, patient but insistent, waiting for an explanation that Cassian didn't know how to give. He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, then finally forced himself to meet his friend's eyes.

‘I hooked up with some girl a couple months ago. A one-night thing. Didn't think anything of it. And she-‘ He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to budge. ‘She called me last night. Turns out I knocked her up…She's pregnant… and I’m… it’s mine’

The silence that followed was deafening.

Brick stared at him, mouth slightly open, eyes wide and unblinking. For a long, agonizing moment, he didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even seem to breathe. The desert wind whipped between them, carrying the scent of dust and diesel, but neither of them noticed.

Then Brick's face split into a grin, a slow, incredulous, almost disbelieving grin that spread from ear to ear. He closed his eyes and shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips. ,Jesus fucking... So when you said you fucked up, you mean you fucked up!,

Cassian let out a huff of air, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He didn't have the energy to banter, but he couldn't help the small, reluctant twitch at the corner of his mouth. Brick's reaction was so perfectly Brick, finding humour in the middle of a crisis, turning a bombshell into a punchline.

‘You're an asshole,’ Cassian muttered, but there was no heat in it.

‘Yeah, I know.’ Brick clapped him on the shoulder, his grin softening into something warmer. He fell into step beside Cassian again as they resumed walking toward the mess tent, their pace slower now, more deliberate. ‘So what did Vaughn say?’

Cassian kicked a loose stone, watching it skitter across the dirt. ‘He's arranging for me to return with the chopper when the relief unit comes in. Said I can hitch a ride, be home in time for her first scan in two weeks. But in terms of a long-term solution...’ He shook his head, bitterness creeping into his voice. ‘He basically told me to forget it.’

‘Forget what, exactly?’ Brick prompted, steering them around a cluster of soldiers unloading supplies from a truck.

Cassian stopped walking again, turning to face Brick fully. The mess tent was only twenty yards away now, the smell of cooking food wafting toward them, but his appetite had evaporated. ‘I asked for a transfer. Something closer to home. Smaller unit, fewer deployments, anything that means I'm not some piece of shit dad who's never around.’

Brick's grin faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his fatigues stretching across his broad shoulders. ‘And he said no?’

‘Said he wants me to 'think about it.' Go home, talk to her, see the scan, and then decide if I really want to throw away my career.’ Cassian's jaw tightened. ‘He's not wrong. He made a lot of good points. But I… I just need to be closer  to home.’

Brick studied him for a long moment, his head tilted slightly. ‘You really want to do this, huh? Be a dad?’

The question hit Cassian like a punch to the chest. Be a dad. The words echoed in his head, and for a second he wasn't standing in the dusty yard of a military base, he was a kid again, six years old, sitting on the curb outside a rundown apartment while a social worker talked to the landlord. His mother was gone, alcohol abuse, they'd said, and his father was nothing but a name he’d never been told. A man who'd walked out before Cassian had even taken his first breath.

I'm not gonna be him, Cassian thought, the words burning through him like acid. I'm not gonna be the piece of shit who abandons his kid. I'm not gonna leave some woman to raise a child alone, drinking herself into an early grave while her son grows up with nothing but resentment. I'm gonna be there. I'm gonna be different. I'm gonna be better.

He blinked, forcing himself back to the present. Brick was still watching him, waiting for an answer. Cassian met his eyes and spoke slowly, deliberately. ‘Yeah I do…She said she wouldn't come after me for child support’ He paused, his throat tightening. ‘But I can't do that. I won't.’

Brick's expression softened. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Cassian's shoulders. ‘You're a good man, Cass. One of the best I know. And if you want to be a dad, you're gonna be a damn good one.’

Cassian blinked, something hot and unwelcome prickling at the back of his eyes. He looked away, blinking rapidly, and cleared his throat. ‘Thanks, Brick. That means... a lot.’

‘Don't get all sappy on me,’ Brick grinned, stepping back and clapping him on the arm. ‘Come on. Let's get some food in you before patrol. You look like you haven't eaten in a week, and I'm not dragging your sorry ass back to Vaughn if you pass out from hunger.’

Cassian let out a short, genuine laugh, the first one that had come easily in days. ‘Yeah. Food sounds good.’

They started walking again, falling into an easy rhythm side by side. The mess tent loomed ahead, canvas walls flapping in the breeze, voices and the clatter of trays spilling out through the open entrance. As they approached, Brick glanced over at him, a mischievous glint in his eye.

‘So, this girl. Is she hot? What was she like in the sack?’

Cassian let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. ‘Shut up, dickhead.’

‘I'm just asking! I gotta know what kind of woman managed to knock Mr no strings attached off his game.’

‘Shut. Up.’

Brick laughed, stepping ahead of him to push open the tent flap. ‘Fine, fine. But I'm gonna find out eventually. You know I will.’

‘You'll be waiting a long time,’ Cassian muttered, but a genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

They ducked inside the mess tent, the warm, savoury smell of stew and bread washing over them. Cassian's stomach growled, surprising him. Maybe Brick was right. Maybe he did need to eat. But even as he grabbed a tray and joined the line, his mind was elsewhere, on a girl with nervous hands and a world-changing secret, on a tiny heartbeat he'd see in two weeks, on a future he was determined to build, no matter the cost.

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The two weeks that followed that conversation in the mess tent were a strange, disorienting blur, days that crawled by like molasses in winter, each hour stretching into an eternity, yet somehow the calendar flipped forward with the speed of a flipped coin. Cassian moved through the motions of base life like a ghost wearing a soldier's skin, his body present for drills and patrols and meals, but his mind already airborne, already racing across the ocean to a girl he barely knew and a future he couldn't quite picture.

He stopped seeing Emerie after that phone call. No hard feelings. Just two people who understood that things had changed, and not in a way that left room for quick fucks in supply tents. But that didn't mean Cassian was handling the change well.

He was wound tighter than a spring, his jaw perpetually clenched, his shoulders hunched like he was bracing for a blow that never came. The stress coiled in his gut, a constant knot of anxiety and anticipation that made it hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to focus on anything besides the countdown in his head. He snapped at a private during a training exercise, nothing serious, just a sharp bark to get his head in the game, but the look on the kid's face told Cassian he needed to dial it back. He wasn't the only one on edge, but he was the only one carrying a secret that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

At night, when the barracks fell silent and the only sounds were the distant hum of generators and the occasional cough from a bunkmate, Cassian lay on his cot with his hands behind his head, staring up at the canvas ceiling. He replayed the phone call with Daisy over and over, her voice trembling as she blurted out the words he'd never expected to hear. I'm pregnant, Cass. The echo of those words was seared into his brain, a brand he couldn't scrub out. He'd responded the right way, he thought he had, but doubt crept in like a cold draft. Had he sounded sincere enough? Had he scared her off with his silence? He'd told her he'd be there, told her he'd support her, told her he'd come home for the scan. But was that enough? Would it ever be enough?

The thought of his own father flickered through his mind like a candle in a storm. He didn't know the man's name, didn't know his face, didn't know anything except that he'd left before Cassian was born. Left his mother to raise a kid alone. Left her to drink herself into an early grave while her son grew up alone. The bitterness was old and familiar, a scar he'd carried so long it felt like part of his skin. He clenched his fists in the dark, feeling the anger rise, hot and useless. I'm not him. I won't be him. I'll be there for every fucking scan, every doctor's appointment, every school play and broken bone and stupid fight. I'll be there.

The resolve hardened like steel in his chest. But the anxiety didn't fade. If anything, it sharpened.

The calls with Daisy were few and short—she was busy, he was busy, and the time difference made scheduling a nightmare. But they managed three conversations over the two weeks, each one stilted and awkward in that way only two strangers trying to navigate a life-altering secret could be. She told him about the nausea easing, about her classes, about how Sarah had figured it out and was helping her pick out names. Cassian listened, offered small encouragements, and tried not to sound as terrified as he felt.

‘I'll be back a day before the scan,’ he told her during one of their few phone calls. He was sitting on the edge of his cot, the phone pressed to his ear, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. ‘We can get breakfast. Talk about everything properly. Figure out what comes next, how we tell your parents’

‘You don't have to-‘ she started, but he cut her off.

‘I want to, Daisy. I want to be there… you shouldn’t have to do that by yourself’

She was quiet for a moment, and he could hear her breathing, could almost picture her biting her lip the way she did when she was nervous. ‘Okay,’ she said finally, her voice soft.

They'd agreed on a diner near her place, a little greasy spoon that served pancakes the size of dinner plates and coffee so strong it could strip paint. It was neutral ground, unremarkable, and that was exactly what they needed. No pressure. No expectations. Just two people sharing a meal and trying to figure out how to be parents.

Now, on the morning of his departure, Cassian stood in front of his bunk, a duffel bag open on the thin mattress, mentally ticking off items as he packed. Uniforms. Toiletries. A worn paperback he'd been meaning to finish for months. A pair of civilian jeans and a t-shirt for when he headed home. He folded the shirt carefully, smoothing out the wrinkles, then paused, staring at the fabric as if it held the answers to questions he hadn't thought to ask.

The barracks were quiet, but not empty. Most of the lower enlisted men were already up and moving, packing their own gear for the departure in a few days. The atmosphere was lighter than usual, jokes tossed across bunks, the clatter of boots, the smell of instant coffee, but there was an undercurrent of tension that came with any rotation. The sergeants from Cassian's unit were a mixed bag: most were fine, professional, focused on the handover. But Sergeant Graham from the logistics platoon was a different story. He'd be staying behind for another three weeks with his own crew, handling the supply chain transition, and he'd been in a foul mood about it since the rotation schedule dropped. Graham had never met a piece of good news he couldn't sour with a sarcastic comment, and seeing a fellow sergeant heading out early while he was stuck in the dust and heat grated on him like sand in a boot.

No one liked Graham. He was the kind of man who got off on flexing rank he'd earned through longevity rather than merit, who turned every minor interaction into a contest of wills, who had a sneer permanently etched onto his face like a scar. His eyes were small and cold, always scanning for someone to needle, someone to drag down to his level. When he walked into a room, the energy shifted, jokes died, eyes dropped, spines stiffened. He was an asshole, and everyone knew it.

So when Graham's heavy footsteps echoed through the barracks, Cassian didn't need to look up to know who it was. He recognized the rhythm, the deliberate weight of each step, the way the floorboards groaned under his bulk. Cassian kept his eyes on his duffel, zipping it shut with a practiced motion, hoping, praying, that Graham would just walk past. That he'd find someone else to torment, someone else to ruin.

No such luck.

‘Well, well, well.’ Graham's voice was a gravelly drawl, dripping with false cheer. ‘Look who's all packed up and ready to go. Off to greener pastures, Sergeant?’

Cassian straightened slowly, turning to face him. Graham stood just inside the entrance, arms crossed over his barrel chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Behind him, a few other soldiers, lower enlisted from Graham's own unit, had gone quiet, watching the scene unfold with wary eyes. A couple of them exchanged glances, then quickly busied themselves with their own gear, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

‘Something like that, Graham,’ Cassian said, keeping his voice level. He slung the duffel over his shoulder, adjusting the weight.

‘Oh, it's Sergeant Graham to you, Cole,’ Graham snapped, his smirk narrowing into a sneer. ‘We hold the same rank, but that doesn't mean you get to forget protocol. Or did they not teach you manners while you were out there with those dogs?’

Cassian's jaw tightened. He bit back the first retort that came to mind, something about Graham's breath smelling like coffee and resentment, and forced himself to stay calm. ‘My apologies. Sergeant Graham.’ The title came out clipped, sarcastic, but he didn't care. ‘Is there something you need, or are you just here to piss me off’

Graham's eyes narrowed, the smirk returning. ‘I'm here because I want to know what kind of strings you pulled to get an early ticket out. The rotation schedule's been set for months, and suddenly you're gone like smoke. Must be nice, having friends in high places.’

Cassian met his gaze, refusing to flinch. ‘It's a personal matter. The CO approved it.’

‘Personal matter.’ Graham repeated the words like they were a joke, his smirk widening. ‘Must be some personal matter. What, you got a  girlfriend waiting with her legs open that we don’t know about? Or did you just charm the right person in the command tent?’ He took a step closer, his boots scuffing against the wooden floor. ‘I've been in this army for eighteen years. I've seen every trick in the book. And I know a snow job when I smell one. So what's the real deal?’

The heat flared in Cassian's chest, that familiar, dangerous heat that he'd been fighting to keep under control for two weeks. He took a breath, counted to three, forced his voice to stay even. ‘The real deal is none of your business. My leave was approved by the CO. That's all you need to know.’

‘All I need to know?’ Graham scoffed, shaking his head. ‘I think I need to know a lot more. See, while you're off playing hooky, the rest of us, your brothers in arms, are stuck here scrubbing this shithole for the relief. We get to eat dust for three more weeks while you're back home, comfortable, probably getting your dick wet. Tell me how that's fair.’

Cassian's hands curled into fists at his sides. The heat was rising, spreading through his chest and down into his arms, his fingers itching to connect with something. He could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on him, the weight of their attention. He didn't want to make a scene, didn't want to give Graham the satisfaction, but the bastard was pushing every button he had.

‘Look’ Cassian said, his voice low and tight. ‘You got your orders. I got mine. End of story.’

‘End of story?’ Graham laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. ‘No, see, I don't think it is. I think you pulled something, and I think the CO is covering for you. That makes me wonder what kind of leverage you've got. Or maybe you're just the golden boy, the one everybody likes, the one who gets the easy ride while the rest of us carry the weight.’ He stepped closer, close enough that Cassian could smell the stale coffee on his breath, could see the flecks of irritation in his cold eyes. ‘Tell me, Cass, what's it like, knowing you don't have to earn your way? That you can just waltz out of here while real soldiers do the hard shit?’

The words hit Cassian like a slap. His vision tunnelled, narrowing to Graham's smug face, the sneer, the condescension dripping from every syllable. The anger that had been simmering for two weeks boiled over, hot and blinding. He dropped the duffel, the thud echoing in the sudden silence, and stepped into Graham's space, his face inches from the other sergeant's.

‘You don't know a goddamn thing about me,’ Cassian growled, his voice shaking with barely contained fury. ‘You don't know what I've earned, what I've carried. So shut your mouth before I shut it for you.’

Graham's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, he hadn't expected this, hadn't expected Cassian to push back so hard, but he recovered quickly, his smirk returning. ‘Oh, look at that. The puppy's got teeth. What're you gonna do? Huh? Throw a punch? Go ahead. I'd love to see you try. Two sergeants going at it, that'll look great on your record. They'll probably give us both a nice long vacation in the brig. Real smart move.’

Cassian's fist was already clenching, his arm drawing back, the muscles in his shoulder coiling like a snake ready to strike. He could picture it, the satisfying crunch of his knuckles against Graham's jaw, the way the bastard would stagger back, the look of shock on his ugly face. It would feel so good, so fucking good-

A hand clamped down on his wrist, yanking his arm back before the punch could land.

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’ Brick's voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. He stepped between Cassian and Graham, his broad shoulders blocking the other sergeant from view. His grip on Cassian's wrist was iron, unyielding. ‘Easy, Cass. Pricks not worth it.’

‘Get off me,’ Cassian snarled, trying to shake him off. ‘He's been running his fucking mouth-‘

‘I know. I heard.’ Brick's eyes were locked on Cassian's, steady and calm. He didn't let go. ‘And you're gonna let it slide. Because if you throw that punch, you don't get on that chopper. You don't go home. You're in the brig, and Graham wins. Is that what you want?’

The words hit home. Cassian's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back. He could feel the anger trying to claw its way out, could feel the heat in his blood screaming at him to fight, to hit, to break something. But Brick's grip was steady, his voice a lifeline in the storm.

‘Get this dickhead out of my face’ Cassian finally ground out, his voice hoarse. "Before I put him in the ground instead’

‘Good.’ Brick nodded once, then released his wrist. He turned to face Graham, and his expression hardened into something cold and threatening. ‘You. Fuck off. Go be a prick somewhere else. I’ve got no qualms about giving you a run around the block. I’ve just pissed the Mrs off so a week in the brig sounds like a fucking vacation. This is done. You hear me?’

Graham's face twisted with fury, his fists clenching at his sides. For a long, tense moment, no one moved. The air in the barracks was thick, heavy, waiting for someone to break. Then Graham spat on the ground. a wet, deliberate gesture, and turned on his heel, stalking out of the barracks without another word.

The silence stretched for a beat, then two, before the other soldiers slowly went back to their business, the tension bleeding out of the room like air from a punctured tire. Brick let out a long breath, running a hand over his face.

‘You okay?’ he asked, his voice softer now.

Cassian stared at the door where Graham had disappeared, his jaw tight. He bent down and picked up his duffel, slinging it back over his shoulder.

‘Fine.’ The word came out clipped, sharp. ‘Thanks.’

Brick clapped him on the shoulder, the gesture firm but reassuring. ‘Don't mention it. Come on. Let's get you to that chopper before something else goes wrong.’

The engine of Cassian's truck ticked and groaned as it cooled, the sound loud in the sudden quiet of the late afternoon. He sat behind the wheel for a long moment, both hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him to the earth. The drive had been three hours of white-knuckled focus, the highway blurring past in a haze of dust and fading light, his mind churning through possibilities and outcomes like a washing machine on an endless cycle. He'd replayed the conversation with Daisy a dozen times, replayed the look on Brick's face, replayed the near fight with Graham until his jaw ached from clenching.

Now he was here. Azriel's apartment building. Home base for his brothers when they weren't scattered across the city or continent or whatever godforsaken corner of the world their jobs took them to.

The building was unremarkable, a squat, four-story walk-up with brick that had faded from red to a tired brown over the decades. A few scraggly bushes lined the entrance, fighting for survival in the thin strip of dirt between the sidewalk and the wall. A bicycle leaned against the railing, missing its front wheel. The windows on the third floor were dark, but Cassian knew which one was Azriel's: the one with the cracked window screen that Azriel kept meaning to fix and never got around to.

Cassian let out a long breath, the air shuddering out of his lungs. He flexed his fingers, unclenching them from the wheel, and reached for the door handle. The metal was warm from the sun, the latch clicking open with a familiar sound. He swung his legs out, boots hitting the pavement, and stood, stretching his back with a grimace. The drive had stiffened him up, adrenaline and caffeine keeping him going until the moment he stopped, and now the exhaustion was creeping in.

He grabbed his duffel from the passenger seat, the same one he'd packed that morning, the same one that had nearly been the catalyst for a fistfight, and slung it over his shoulder. The weight was grounding, familiar. He shut the truck door with a soft thud, locked it out of habit, and turned to face the building.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, painting everything in shades of amber and gold. The air smelled like asphalt and the faint, sweet scent of someone's barbecue drifting from a few blocks over. Somewhere, a dog barked. A kid laughed. Normal sounds. Everyday sounds. Sounds that belonged to a world where Cassian wasn't carrying a secret that could upend everything.

He stood there for a moment; feet planted on the cracked pavement and let the silence settle around him. The building loomed ahead, its entrance a dark rectangle beneath a faded awning. Azriel's apartment was on the third floor, door 3B. The lock clicked open with a familiar ease, the deadbolt sliding back as Cassian turned his key. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the scent of Azriel's apartment washing over him, a mix of leather from the worn couch, old books, and the faint, lingering trace of whatever Azriel had been cooking the night before. The place was silent. No hum of the TV, no clatter of pans, no voice calling out a greeting.

Cassian shut the door behind him, the thud echoing in the stillness. He dropped his duffel by the entryway and stood there for a moment, letting the quiet settle around him. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, casting long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes floated lazily in the light. The apartment looked exactly as it always did, Azriel's jacket draped over the back of a chair, a half-empty mug on the coffee table, a stack of books on the floor by the armchair. But it felt emptier without him here.

He pulled out his phone, thumbing to his messages. Azriel's reply from earlier was still there: Working late. Meet me and Rhys at O'Malley's around eight?

Cassian had typed back a quick Yeah, see you then before pocketing his phone and starting the drive. He glanced at the time now, just past five-thirty. He had a couple of hours to kill. A shower sounded good. Food sounded better. The drive had left him feeling grimy, his muscles tight, his mind still racing from the confrontation with Graham and the long stretch of highway that had given him far too much time to think.

He walked through the living room into the small kitchen, flicking on the light. The counter was clean except for a cutting board and a knife, a half-chopped onion left abandoned. Azriel must have been prepping dinner before he got called in. Cassian opened the fridge, peering inside. Leftovers, eggs, a carton of milk, some vegetables. He grabbed a beer from the bottom shelf, twisting off the cap, and took a long pull. The cold bitterness was grounding.

He leaned against the counter, the bottle dangling from his fingers, and let his gaze wander around the room. He'd spent countless hours in this apartment, crashing on the couch after nights out, nursing hangovers at the kitchen table, hashing out problems with Azriel over cheap whiskey. It was a safe place. A brother's place. And now he was about to bring news that would shake that safety to its core.

I got a girl pregnant.

The words echoed in his skull, a refrain he couldn't shake. He'd said them out loud to Brick, to Emerie, to the CO. But saying them to his brothers—to Azriel and Rhys, the two people who knew him better than anyone—that was a different kind of weight. They'd been there for every mistake he'd ever made, every bad decision, every time he'd stumbled and fallen. They'd propped him up, called him an idiot, and then bought him a drink. But this wasn't a drunken fight or a lost job or a broken heart. This was a life. A child. His child.

He took another swig of beer, draining half the bottle in one go, and set it down on the counter. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a message from Daisy.

Daisy: How was the drive?

A small smile tugged at his mouth. He typed back:  Cassian: Long as hell. But I made it in one piece. Barely.

Her reply came a few seconds later:  Daisy: Barely? What, didn’t fall into a strip club did you?

Cassian: Nah. Just missed my bed. And maybe a certain someone's company.

Cassian stared at the message after he sent it, wondering if he'd pushed too far. But Daisy's response came quickly.

Daisy: Smooth, soldier. Real smooth. I'm sure you say that to all the girls you knock up.

He laughed out loud, actually laughed, the sound surprising him in the quiet kitchen. He could picture her saying it, that wry humour in her voice that he'd caught glimpses of during their phone calls.

Cassian: Only the ones who let me buy them breakfast, he shot back.

Daisy: Lucky me. So you're at your brothers now?

Cassian: Yeah. Place is empty. He's at work until later. Gives me time to shower and mentally prepare for tonight.

Daisy: Mentally prepare? You make it sound like you're going into battle.

Cassian: Aren't I?

There was a pause before her next message, long enough that he wondered if he'd said something wrong. But then his phone buzzed again.

Daisy: You've got this.

He read the words twice, something warm settling in his chest. He typed: 

Cassian: I’m not so sure.

Daisy: You’ll be fine! Get something to eat and go shower. You probably smell like a truck stop.

Cassian: Rude. But accurate.

Daisy: I know. Text me after. I want to hear how it went.

Cassian: I will. Promise.

He pocketed the phone, the smile lingering on his face. She had a way of cutting through the tension, of making him forget for a moment how heavy everything felt. He pushed off from the counter, finished the last of his beer, and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin. He headed for the bathroom, stripping off his shirt as he went.

The shower was small, the water pressure mediocre, but the heat felt good against his tired muscles. He stood under the spray longer than necessary, letting the water run over his face and shoulders, trying to wash away the tension. The steam filled the small space, and he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift.

When he finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, he caught his reflection in the foggy mirror. The same face he'd seen every day for the past twenty-six years, but something felt different. He looked the same, scruffy jaw, tired eyes, the scar above his brow from a childhood fight with Rhys. But there was a weight behind his gaze now, a gravity that hadn't been there before. He was going to be someone's father. The thought still sent a jolt through him, equal parts terror and wonder.

He dressed in a clean t-shirt and jeans, running a hand through his damp hair. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, his phone. The apartment was still quiet, the shadows growing longer as the sun dipped lower. He had maybe an hour before he needed to head to O'Malley's. Enough time to grab something to eat, maybe grab a quick bite at the diner down the street.

Cassian grabbed his jacket from where he'd draped it over the back of the couch. He paused at the door, taking one last look around the empty apartment. The silence felt heavy, expectant, as if the walls themselves were waiting for the words he'd speak tonight. He let out a breath, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him.

His phone buzzed again as he walked down the stairs. He pulled it out. Daisy.

Daisy: Don't be too hard on yourself tonight. Whatever happens. You’ve one nothing wrong. Except maybe breaking my bed 😉

He grinned, typing back: Cassian: You're never going to let that go, are you?

Daisy: Nope. Consider it payback for all the stress you've caused me.

Cassian: Fair enough. I'll accept my punishment.

Daisy: So you should! Let me know how it goes and if you need anything

He pocketed the phone, the warmth of her words settling into his bones as he stepped out onto the street. The walk to O'Malley's was short, three blocks through streets that were just beginning to stir with evening activity. The air was cool, the sun a fading orange glow on the horizon. Cassian walked with his hands in his pockets, his mind churning through scenarios, rehearsing conversations that he knew wouldn't go the way he imagined.

He could see the bar now, the familiar red-brick building with a neon sign that flickered in the growing dusk. He slowed his pace, the weight of the evening pressing down on his shoulders.  He stopped a few feet from the door, his hand hovered over the handle of the heavy wooden door and it groaned as Cassian pushed it open, the familiar warm glow of O'Malley's spilling out onto the street. The smell hit him first, old wood, spilled beer, the faint tang of fryer oil from the kitchen. A jukebox played somewhere in the back, some country song he vaguely recognized, the melody fighting against the low hum of conversation. The place was busy but not packed, a mix of regulars hunched over the bar and clusters of friends at tables, their laughter rising and falling like the tide.

Cassian's eyes swept the room, scanning past the pool tables, past the row of stools at the counter, until they landed on the far corner. A small table, tucked against the exposed brick wall, half-hidden in shadow. And there, sitting with his back to the wall, was Rhys.

He looked the same as always, dark hair tousled, sharp features softened by a lazy grin as he scrolled through his phone. A half-empty pint sat in front of him, and another full one waited on the opposite side of the table, condensation already beading on the glass. A third beer sat untouched beside it, clearly saved for Azriel.

Cassian crossed the room, weaving between tables and sidestepping a server carrying a tray of shots. Rhys looked up as he approached, and that grin widened into something genuine, something warm. He stood, pushing his chair back, and met Cassian halfway.

‘Cass,’ Rhys said, his voice rough with affection. He pulled him into a hug, one arm wrapping around Cassian's shoulders, the other clapping him hard on the back, the same greeting he'd given Cassian every time he came home for as long as he could remember. ‘About time you got here. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost.’

Cassian returned the embrace, the familiar solidness of his brother grounding him in a way nothing else could. ‘Three hours on the road, Rhys. You know how boring that stretch of highway is? I almost fell asleep twice.’

‘Should've called me. Could’ve caught you up on the drama series that is my life’

‘Don't tempt me,’ Cassian said, pulling back and taking the seat Rhys gestured to. He grabbed the waiting beer, lifting it in a silent toast before taking a long pull. The cold, bitter taste settled him. ‘Thanks for this.’

‘I figured you'd need it,’ Rhys said, dropping back into his chair. He picked up his own glass, taking a sip. ‘Long drive, long week, long deployment. How are you holding up?’

Cassian shrugged, the motion easy, practiced. ‘Same shit, different day. You know how it is.’

‘I do,’ Rhys said, studying him with those sharp violet eyes that always seemed to see too much. But tonight, mercifully, they didn't linger. Rhys leaned back, his grin returning. ‘But you're home now. That's what matters. How long you got?’

‘Couple weeks. Maybe more, depending on how things shake out.’ Cassian took another drink, buying himself time. He could feel the weight of the secret pressing against his ribs, begging to be released. But not yet. Not while Rhys was smiling like this, not while the night was still light. He had to ease into it. ‘So. How are they? Feyre and the little guy?’

Rhys's face transformed. It was like watching the sun break through clouds, his whole demeanour shifted, his eyes lighting up, his grin softening into something almost foolish. He reached for his phone, already unlocking it, already scrolling.

‘Cassian.’ His voice dropped, reverent. ‘You have no idea. You have no idea what it's like. I mean, I thought I was prepared. I read the books, I went to the classes, I talked to every parent I know. But nothing, nothing, prepares you for holding your own kid in your arms.’

Cassian smiled, genuine. ‘That good, huh?’

‘That good,’ Rhys confirmed, turning his phone around. The screen glowed with a photo of Feyre, her hair pulled back, dark circles under her eyes, but beaming as she cradled a tiny bundle wrapped in blue. A shock of dark hair peeked out from under the blanket. ‘That was the day we brought him home. He was two days old. Look at him, Cass. Look at those cheeks.’

‘He's got your hair,’ Cassian observed, leaning in.

‘And Feyre's nose, thank the gods. If he'd inherited mine, the poor kid would never hear the end of it.’ Rhys swiped to the next photo. ‘This is him at one week. He slept through the whole photo shoot, wouldn't open his eyes once. Feyre was so frustrated, she-‘ He laughed, shaking his head. ‘Here. Look at this one.’

The photos kept coming. Nyx in his crib, starfish-armed and peaceful. Nyx swaddled like a burrito, only his face visible. Nyx being held by Feyre's sister, Nesta, who looked both terrified and oddly enchanted. Nyx with a tiny hat that had little wolf ears on it. Nyx with his entire fist in his mouth, eyes wide and confused.

‘He's already got your stubborn streak,’ Cassian said, pointing at one where Nyx was glaring at the camera with an expression so purely Rhys that it made him laugh.

‘Oh, you have no idea. The kid refuses to sleep unless he's being held. The moment you put him down, he screams like you've committed a war crime. Feyre and I have been taking shifts just to get any rest. Last night, I was up until three because he decided that my heartbeat was acceptable but hers was not. I had to walk him around the apartment for two hours while he stared at me like I was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.’

‘Sounds exhausting.’

‘It is exhausting.’ Rhys's grin didn't waver. ‘But then he falls asleep, and his little face goes all soft, and he makes these tiny sounds, like a kitten or something, and I forget every second of it. I'd do it all over again. A thousand times.’

Cassian watched his brother, something aching and tender twisting in his chest. He'd known Rhys wanted this, had known for years. Rhys had talked about having a family since they were teenagers, had mapped out his life with a certainty that Cassian had always envied. And now here he was, living it. Thriving in it.

That could be me.

The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. He blinked, the bar noise fading for a moment as he imagined himself sitting where Rhys was, phone in hand, showing off photos of his own kid. Telling stories about sleepless nights and spit-up and tiny fists closing around his finger. He tried to picture Daisy in Feyre's place, tried to imagine her holding a baby—their baby—with that same exhausted, radiant smile.

He couldn't.

The image wouldn't form. It was like trying to see through fog, like reaching for something just beyond his grasp. He didn't know what Daisy looked like with a baby. He didn't know what their baby would look like. He didn't know anything about the life that was barrelling toward him, and the sheer unknown of it pressed down on him, heavy and suffocating.

Cassian took a long drink of his beer, forcing the thoughts down. Not now. He couldn't spiral now.

‘-and then he projectile-vomited all over Feyre's new sweater. I'm talking across the room, Cass. I didn't even know babies could do that. She just sat there, covered in it, and started laughing. Laughing! I thought she'd lost her mind.’

Cassian forced himself back into the conversation, a laugh escaping him, genuine if a little strained. ‘She's a keeper, that one.’

‘She's the best thing that ever happened to me.’ Rhys's voice softened, his gaze dropping to his phone, where a photo of Feyre sleeping with Nyx on her chest glowed on the screen. ‘I don't know what I did to deserve her. Or him. I just... I look at them, and I can't believe this is my life.’

Cassian's throat tightened. He looked down at his beer, watching the condensation drip down the glass. ‘You deserve it, Rhys. You always have.’

‘You're biased.’

‘Maybe.’ Cassian looked up, meeting his brother's eyes. ‘But that doesn't make it less true.’

Rhys smiled, that familiar, lopsided grin. ‘Alright, enough sap. Tell me about you. How was the deployment? Any close calls? Any wild stories?’

Cassian opened his mouth, ready to deflect, to spin some tale about a near-miss or a stupid bet he'd won. But before he could form the words, the bar's door swung open, letting in a gust of cool evening air and the sound of traffic. Both brothers turned to look.

Azriel moved through the doorway, silhouetted against the dim streetlight. He was still in his work clothes, dusty work cargos and a dark button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair slightly mussed as if he'd been running his hands through it. He spotted them immediately, his expression shifting from tired to resigned amusement as he made his way over.

‘Sorry I'm late,’ he said, sliding into the empty seat and grabbing the waiting beer before either of them could speak. He took a long pull, draining nearly half the glass in one go, then set it down with a heavy sigh. ‘Johnny kept me an extra hour. Some piece of shit Subaru rolled in.’

‘Of course he did,’ Rhys said, shaking his head. ‘Does that man ever let anyone go home on time?’

‘Only if you're dead,’ Azriel muttered, but there was no heat in it. He turned to Cassian, his dark eyes scanning him with that quiet intensity he was known for. ‘Good to see you, Cass. You look like shit.’

‘Good to see you too,’ Cassian replied, the familiar rhythm of their banter settling something in his chest. ‘Missed you too.’

Azriel's lips twitched, the ghost of a smile. He leaned back in his chair, cradling his beer. ‘Alright. What did I miss?’

Bottom of Form

The three of them settled into the easy rhythm of old friends, of brothers. The bar hummed around them, a comfortable backdrop of clinking glasses and murmured conversations. Rhys leaned back in his chair, nursing his beer, while Azriel cradled his own, the condensation dripping onto the scarred wood of the table.

‘So,’ Rhys said, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief, ‘you said you had news, Az. Spill it.’

Azriel's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. He set his beer down, his fingers tracing the rim of the glass as if he were buying time. Then he looked up, meeting both their gazes. ‘I'm going to propose to Gwyn.’

The words hung in the air for a beat, and then Rhys's face split into a grin so wide it nearly cracked his cheeks. He leaned forward, slapping the table with his palm.

‘No shit? No shit, Az? You're actually doing it?’

‘I'm actually doing it,’ Azriel confirmed, his voice soft but certain. ‘I've been sitting on the ring for three months. Couldn't find the right moment. Couldn't find the right words. But I'm done waiting.’

Cassian felt a genuine smile tug at his own lips, the warmth of his brother's happiness cutting through the fog in his head. He reached across the table, clapping Azriel on the shoulder.

‘Good for you, man. She's gonna say yes. I’m happy for you brother’

‘You don't know that,’ Azriel said, but there was a lightness in his tone, a hint of hope he rarely let show.

‘Come on man, we all know she’s going to say yes’ Rhys interjected, pointing at him with his beer bottle. ‘I've seen the way she looks at you. She's been looking at you like that since the day you met. You could propose with a ring pop and she'd still cry and say yes.’

Azriel huffed a laugh, shaking his head. ‘I'm not proposing with a ring pop. I have standards. Although it would’ve been a hell of a lot cheaper’

‘Alright, alright. Tell us everything,’ Rhys said, settling back, his eyes bright with anticipation. ‘Where? When? How? I want details, Az. The whole damn plan.’

Azriel took a breath, his fingers still tracing the rim of his glass. He seemed to gather himself, the same way he did before a difficult op, and then he began.

‘There's this trail up in the mountains,’ he said, his voice low, almost reverent. ‘About an hour outside the city. Gwyn's been talking about it for months, she saw it in some hiking magazine, said she wanted to go before the snow hits. I've been scouting it for weeks. There's a lookout point about halfway up, a clearing with a view of the whole valley. The sun sets right behind it. I've timed it.’

Rhys was practically vibrating in his seat. ‘You sap’

‘I told her we're going on a hike next Saturday. She thinks it's just a day trip. I've got a friend who's going to set up a picnic at the lookout before we get there, hang around and get some photos. Nothing too fancy, she'd hate anything over-the-top. Just a blanket, some of those pastries she likes from the bakery on Elm, a bottle of wine.’ He paused, his eyes softening. ‘And the ring. I'm going to do it there, right as the sun starts to dip below the ridge. I've practiced what I'm going to say about a hundred times, but I know I'll forget it the moment I get down on one knee.’

Cassian listened, the image forming in his mind. Azriel, the quietest of them, the one who kept his cards so close to his chest, laying himself bare in a mountain clearing at sunset. It was beautiful. It was right.

‘She's going to lose her shit,’ Cassian said, his voice rough.

‘You think?’ Azriel asked, and for a moment he looked almost vulnerable, almost young.

‘I know,’ Cassian said firmly. ‘You've had that woman besotted with you since the day you met her.’

Rhys nodded, his grin softening into something more genuine. ‘You deserve this. You deserve her.’

Azriel looked down at his beer, a faint flush creeping up his neck. ‘Thanks. That means... it means a lot.’

‘Alright, enough mushy shit,’ Rhys said, waving a hand. ‘What about the ring? Did you pick it out yourself, or did you have help?’

‘I picked it out myself,’ Azriel said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box, holding it in his palm like it was made of glass. He flipped it open, revealing a simple gold band with a single, brilliant Sapphire, elegant, understated, perfect for Gwyn. ‘What do you think?’

Rhys let out a low whistle. ‘Christ, how much did you drop on that?! That's beautiful’

‘Fuck if she says no I’ll marry you’ Cassian agreed, leaning in to examine the ring. ‘I’ll even let you be the husband in the marriage’

‘Dickhead’ Azriel said, both Rhys and Cassian burst out laughing.

The conversation drifted, flowing easily from Azriel's proposal plans to Rhys's latest stories about Nyx, the time he'd peed on Feyre during a diaper change, the way he'd wrapped his entire tiny hand around Rhys's finger, the sound he made when he was dreaming, like a little squeaky toy. Rhys recounted each detail with the fervour of a man completely, utterly in love with his new life, and Azriel listened with a quiet smile, interjecting with questions, laughing at the right moments.

Cassian participated, too. He asked the right questions, made the right jokes. But somewhere between Azriel describing the exact shade of the sunset he was hoping for and Rhys miming the way Nyx had projectile-vomited across the room, Cassian's mind began to drift. He was still looking at his brothers, still nodding along, but his thoughts had slipped away, pulling him under like a riptide.

What if it was a girl?

A girl dad.

The phrase surfaced in his mind, unbidden. He turned it over, testing its weight. A girl dad. He'd known a few over the years, men who'd raised daughters, who'd braided hair and painted nails and sat through endless princess movies. He'd never pictured himself in that role. He was too rough around the edges, too loud, too much. What did he know about raising a little girl? About teaching her to be strong without making her hard, about protecting her without smothering her?

Tea parties. Tiny plastic cups. Pink frosting on his fingers.

He tried to picture it: a little girl with Daisy's eyes, warm, curious, sitting across from him at a plastic table, demanding he try another sip of her imaginary tea. He'd have to wear a crown. He'd have to use his gruffest voice to announce that the tea was delicious, Your Highness. And she'd giggle, that high, pure sound that only children could make, and he'd feel like he'd won the lottery.

But could he do that? Could he be soft enough for that? Or would he fuck it up, the way his own father had fucked up, the way his father's father had fucked up, a long, unbroken chain of men who didn't know how to be gentle?

Or a boy.

The thought shifted, and the image changed. A boy, dark-haired like him, with a grin that was already too mischievous for his own good. He saw himself in the backyard—some backyard, he didn't know where, sweating in the summer heat, wrestling with a small, wiry body that kept springing back up no matter how many times he pretended to pin him down. The boy would laugh, that breathless, joyful sound, and he'd shout, Again, Dad! Again! And Cassian would lung at him, scoop him up, spin him around until they were both dizzy and collapsing onto the grass.

Water fights. Running through the sprinkler. Squealing with laughter.

The image was so vivid, so sharp, that it ached. He could almost feel the sun on his skin, hear the water splashing, smell the cut grass. It was perfect. It was everything he'd never let himself want.

But then the image flickered, and he saw the empty spaces in it.

Where was Daisy?

He tried to place her in the scene. Was she sitting on the porch, watching them with a towel over her shoulder, a smile on her face? Was she inside, making lemonade, calling them in for lunch? Or was she somewhere else entirely, a separate house, a separate life, a stranger who happened to share a child with him?

He didn't know. He couldn't see her face in that dream, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.

Maybe I should try. Maybe we should give it a go.

The thought felt desperate, even inside his own head. Seven years. She was seven years younger than him. That wasn't nothing. At twenty-two, she was still figuring out who she was, still building her life. At twenty-nine, he was supposed to have his shit together or at least be closer to it than he actually was. What did they have in common? What would they talk about over dinner, beyond the kid they'd made by accident?

But she's pregnant with my kid. That has to mean something. That has to count for something.

He thought about the old-school solution, the one his grandmother would have prescribed. You get a girl knocked up, you marry her. That's how it's done. You step up. You make an honest woman of her.

Marriage. The word felt heavy, foreign. He'd never thought about marriage before, not seriously, not for himself. It was something other people did. Rhys and Feyre. Azriel and Gwyn, soon. But Cassian? He was the wild card, the one who'd always been on the move, the one who didn't settle. The idea of standing at an altar, of making vows he'd have to keep for the rest of his life, of tying himself to someone he barely knew...

But if I don't, she'll think I'm going to abandon her. She'll think I'm going to be like my old man.

The thought curdled in his stomach. He knew what that felt like, the waiting, the hoping, the slow, crushing realization that the person who was supposed to show up never would. He'd been on the receiving end of that. He'd promised himself he'd never make anyone feel that way.

So maybe I should just ask her. ‘Hey, I know we don't know each other, but we're having a baby, so do you want to get married?’

Even in his head, it sounded insane. It sounded like a recipe for disaster. But the alternative, the cold, hollow image of shared custody, of dropped-off weekends and phone calls that grew shorter over time, felt even worse.

Cassian's chest tightened. His beer sat forgotten in front of him, the condensation pooling on the table. He stared at it, unseeing, his mind churning through possibilities, none of them clear, none of them safe. He was so deep in his own head that he didn't notice Rhys's hand coming down on the table until it hit, a sharp, jarring bang that made him jump.

‘Okay,’ Rhys said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. ‘What the fuck is going on with you?’

Cassian blinked, snapping back to the present. Both of his brothers were staring at him, Rhys with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed, and Azriel with that quiet, penetrating gaze that always seemed to see too much.

‘What?’ Cassian asked, his voice rough. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the fog. ‘I'm fine.’

‘Bullshit,’ Rhys said flatly. ‘You've been out of it all night. You've barely touched your beer. You haven't laughed at a single one of my jokes.’

‘Your jokes aren't funny,’ Cassian muttered, but the deflection fell flat.

‘It's been like talking to a brick wall,’ Azriel added, his voice softer but no less pointed. ‘Something's on your mind, Cass. You've been off all night.’

Cassian looked between them, his heart hammering against his ribs. The secret sat heavy on his tongue, pressing against his teeth, begging to be released. He could tell them. He should tell them. They were his brothers. They'd support him, no matter what.

But the words wouldn't come.

He looked down at the old table, scarred and stained from years of use. He traced a groove in the wood with his thumb, feeling the rough texture, grounding himself. His mind raced, searching for a way to start, for a way to say I knocked up a nineteen-year-old and I have no idea what I'm doing.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs until they burned. Then he looked up, meeting his brothers' expectant gazes. They were waiting. They were worried. And Cassian knew he couldn't hold this in forever. He opened his mouth, the words forming on his lips, ready to spill out into the open air.

Cassian sighed deeply, sitting up straighter in his seat as he looked around a little, gearing himself up for what he was about to say.

‘I erm… yeah I do actually have something to tell you,’ he mumbled out as he tried to rub the sweat off the palms of his hands by rubbing them on the denim of his jeans that covered his thighs.

Azriel and Rhys both looked at him expectantly and concerned. Cassian was never nervous to say anything, to anyone, so his body language told them immediately it was serious. Seeing him like this had them worried. The bar around them hummed with the usual weeknight energy, glasses clinking, laughter spilling from the pool table in the corner, the low thump of music from the speakers, but at their small table in the back, the air felt thick and expectant. Rhys leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowed, while Azriel's sharp eyes narrowed with that quiet intensity he always carried when something felt off. Cassian could feel their gazes like weights on his shoulders, and it only made his heart pound harder against his ribs. He shifted in his chair, the wood creaking under him, and cleared his throat again, trying to find the words that had been lodged there for weeks.

‘Okay erm, you guys remember last time I was home and I slept with that girl from Scott’s bar? Ended up back at her place on the Friday night?’ Cassian started, his voice low and hesitant, like he was testing the waters before diving in. He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, the stubble there prickling under his fingers. The memory flashed in his mind, Daisy's laugh, the way she'd pulled him close that night, the reckless heat of it all, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the present.

Rhys didn't miss a beat, his tone completely serious with no hint of amusement in sight. ‘This the girl whose bed you broke? That one?’

Cassian nodded faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching despite the tension. ‘Yeah that’s the one,’ he mumbled before rubbing a hand over his face, taking another deep breath, ready to actually say those words. The words felt heavier than any mission briefing, and he could already see the shift in his brothers' postures, Rhys's hand tightening around his beer bottle, Azriel's posture straightening like he was bracing for impact. Cassian huffed a small laugh as he blurted it out, knowing how ridiculous it all was. ‘She’s er… She’s having my kid.’

Azriel had just taken a sip of his pint when Cassian said those words, his reaction instantly showing he had expected his to say anything but. Azriel almost spat his drink out but caught himself in time. He coughed once, his eyes watering slightly as he set the glass down with a thud that echoed louder than it should have. Azriel gulped down his mouthful in time to join Rhys in blurting out a "What?!" As they both looked at Cassian wide eyed, their faces a mirror of disbelief and concern. The exclamation hung in the air, drawing a quick glance from a nearby table, but none of them noticed. Rhys's mouth hung open for a second longer, his usual composed demeanour cracking wide open, while Azriel's expression twisted into something between shock and protective worry, his fingers drumming anxiously on the table edge.

Cassian nodded his head gently as he kept his gaze on the table as he pushed his tongue to the front of his mouth, the nervous habit grounding him amid the rising tension. He could hear Rhys's sharp intake of breath, see Azriel's wide eyes searching his face for any sign this was a joke. But it wasn't, and the weight of it pressed down harder with every passing second.

‘You got her pregnant?!’ Rhys exclaimed, his voice rising just enough to carry a note of incredulity mixed with brotherly protectiveness. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as if trying to process the impossible. ‘Cass, man, are you serious right now? Like, actually serious? Because if this is some kind of twisted prank...’

‘Yep,’ was Cassian's response as he lifted his glass and took a swig, the cool beer doing little to ease the dryness in his throat. He swallowed hard, the liquid burning slightly on the way down. ‘She called me a couple weeks ago while I was on base, and before you ask yes I’m pretty sure it’s mine, timeline adds up perfectly and she said she’d not been with anyone since.’

Rhys and Azriel continued to look at their brother with wide eyes before looking at each other briefly and sitting back in their chairs, trying to let the bombshell he’d just dropped on them sink in. The silence stretched, filled only by the distant sounds of the bar, but their minds raced with unspoken questions, how had this happened, what did it mean for Cassian, and where did they go from here? Rhys muttered under his breath, ‘Holy shit, Cass,’ while Azriel shook his head slowly, his concern deepening into something more thoughtful as the reality settled over the table like a heavy fog.

They sat in silence for a minute, the weight of Cassian's revelation pressing down on the table like a thick fog. Glasses clinked faintly in the background, laughter echoed from the pool table across the bar, but none of it reached their corner. Rhys rubbed both hands over his face roughly, dragging his palms down his cheeks before looking back at Cassian with wide, disbelieving eyes.

‘Okay… okay… how the fuck did this happen?!’ Rhys exclaimed, his voice a mix of confusion and rising frustration, his hands now gripping the edge of the table as if anchoring himself.

Cassian just gave Rhys an exasperated look with his eyebrows raised that said you know how this happened! Or do we need to have the birds and the bees talk. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight, and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the inevitable follow-up.

‘No I know how! I mean… tell me you were wearing something? That you at least tried to be smart!’ Rhys pressed on, his tone sharpening as he leaned forward again, elbows planted firmly on the scarred wooden surface.

‘Not exactly,’ Cassian sighed as he reached for his glass again, lifting it to his lips and taking a long, deliberate swig of the lukewarm beer. The liquid slid down his throat, but it did nothing to ease the knot in his stomach.

‘What do you mean not exactly?!’ Azriel asked lowly with a curious tone, his voice dropping as he tilted his head, studying Cassian like he was dissecting a puzzle. Azriel's fingers tapped once against his own glass, a subtle sign of his growing tension.

‘I mean… I didn’t wrap it and I filled her up twice,’ Cassian stated bluntly, his words hanging heavy in the air without any softening. He set the glass down with a soft thud, meeting their stares head-on even as a flush crept up his neck.

‘Jesus Christ Cass!’ Rhys huffed exasperated, throwing his hands up briefly before letting them fall back to the table. ‘Twice? You went in raw twice with some random girl from a bar? What the hell were you thinking?’

‘She told me she was on the pill! We were both hammered and clearly not thinking straight,’ Cassian tried to defend himself, his voice gaining a defensive edge as he rubbed the back of his neck again, the stubble rasping under his calloused fingers. ‘It was one of those nights where everything just… happened. We didn't plan it, didn't think about consequences.’

Both Rhys and Azriel shook their heads at him, a slight hint of humour at how stupid he’d been flickering across their faces despite the seriousness. Rhys let out a short, incredulous laugh that didn't reach his eyes, while Azriel's mouth twitched in a grim half-smile. Azriel leant his elbows on the table as he sat forward, running a hand through his hair and looking at his brother with that piercing gaze.

‘You’re a fucking idiot,’ Azriel muttered, the words laced with brotherly affection mixed with genuine disbelief. ‘Cass, man, you're usually smarter than this. Or at least more careful. What, did the alcohol just wipe out every ounce of common sense?’

Cassian took a deep breath as he prepared himself to drop the other bomb shell, his chest rising and falling visibly under his shirt. The air around the table seemed to thicken even more, the distant bar noises fading into a dull hum. ‘Yeah well… that’s not even the best part.’

‘For fuck sake Cass… what now?! don’t tell me she’s married!’ Rhys exclaimed, already so done with his brother’s shit, his voice rising just enough to draw a quick glance from a passing waitress before he lowered it again. ‘Because if that's the case, this is about to get a whole lot messier than it already is.’

‘I wish,’ Cassian huffed as he sat forward as well, his forearms resting on the table, the denim of his sleeves brushing against the wood. ‘No not married but… there’s a bit of an age gap with us.’

Azriel couldn’t help the sarcastic laugh that escaped him as he once again leaned back and looked at Cassian, his eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and concern. ‘Please please don’t tell me you’ve knocked up some forty-year-old having a midlife crisis.’ He paused, shaking his head as if recalling Cassian's usual preferences. ;This is a curveball even for you.’

‘How old is she Cass?’ Rhys asked, dead serious, not currently seeing any room for jokes in his current situation. His gaze locked onto Cassian, unyielding, the new dad in him clearly shifting into protective big brother mode.

‘I actually went younger this time shockingly,’ Cassian huffed a laugh at himself as he dodged Rhys’ question, a self-deprecating smirk tugging at his lips for a split second before it faded. But to no avail as Rhys repeated, ‘How old Cassian?!’

Cassian clenched his jaw a little as he looked Rhys in the eyes before dropping them back to the table, slightly ashamed at himself as he mumbled out, ‘She’s nineteen.’

Rhys stares at Cassian with a look of pure shock frozen on his face for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as the words sink in deeper. He clenches his jaw so tightly that the muscle along his neck stands out like a cord, fighting back the urge to spit out something vicious that Cassian would deserve but that Rhys knows he'd regret the second it left his mouth. His fingers dig into the edge of the wooden table, knuckles whitening under the pressure, while the low hum of the bar around them feels suddenly distant and muffled.

Azriel's jaw goes slack, his mouth falling open as his gaze flicks from Cassian to a random spot across the crowded room, like he's trying to let the revelation settle somewhere safe in his mind without it exploding inside his skull. He blinks hard once, twice, the pint glass in front of him forgotten.

Rhys shifts in his chair, restless energy pouring off him in waves. He moves his hands from the table to his lap and back again, unable to find a place for them, before finally dragging both palms down over his face and exhaling a long, shaky breath that rattles out between his fingers. Cassian stays perfectly still, shoulders squared against the back of his seat, bracing himself for whatever comes next, words, fists, anything. He keeps his eyes fixed on a knot in the wood grain of the table, waiting.

Rhys lifts his head slowly, hands still hovering near his mouth as if shielding the words he hasn't said yet. He reaches for his glass without looking, tips it back, and drains the last of his pint in one long swallow. The empty glass hits the table with a dull thud as he settles back, breathing through his nose.

‘Did you just say nineteen?’ Azriel asks quietly, his voice steady but edged with disbelief, like he's double-checking every syllable to make sure he heard right.

Cassian meets his eyes for only a second before nodding once, softly. Azriel lets out a long, low breath that seems to deflate his whole frame. Cassian feels the weight of Rhys's stare burning into the side of his face and knows without looking that his brother is chewing hard on the inside of his cheek, the way he always does when he's wrestling down anger or trying to puzzle something impossible into sense.

‘I don’t… I don’t even know what to say,’ Rhys mumbles, the words coming out exasperated and heavy. ‘This is a whole new level for you, Cass. Even for you.’

‘I know,’ Cassian mutters back, his fingertip still tracing the chip in the varnish like it might give him something solid to hold onto.

Rhys's control slips a notch. ‘Nineteen?! That’s barely fucking legal, Cass! What the fuck were you thinking?’

Cassian tips his head back against his shoulders, staring up at the ceiling as he drags in a deep breath. ‘I know, okay! I fucking know how stupid this is. You don't have to tell me.’

He drops his head forward again and rubs both hands over his face, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes until stars flicker behind his lids. When he speaks again his voice is lower, rougher. ‘Believe me, I've spent the last two weeks thinking about nothing else. How fucking stupid it is. How I should have known better. But it is what it is. I just have to… deal with it.’

‘Deal with it how?’ Azriel hisses, leaning in so his elbows rest on the table, voice dropping even lower. ‘She’s still basically a fucking kid!’

Rhys leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression a mix of disbelief and simmering frustration. The bar around them buzzed with low chatter and the clink of glasses, but at their table, the air felt thick enough to choke on. Azriel stayed forward, elbows planted on the scarred wood, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm while he watched Cassian like he was waiting for the punchline to a bad joke.

Cassian shifted, his broad shoulders rolling as he rubbed the back of his neck, the denim of his jeans pulling tight across his thighs. He took a long pull from his pint before setting it down with a soft thud, the foam clinging to the rim. ‘Be there for her I guess!... look I know I am far from being her knight in shining armour but… I can’t go back and undo… her, okay. She’s said she wants to keep it and that she’s happy for me to be involved if I want to so.’

Azriel's brow furrowed deeper, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned in closer, the pint glass forgotten between his hands. ‘And do you want to?’ he asked, the edge of shock still there but softened now, like he was trying to give Cassian room to breathe.

Cassian met his eyes for a beat, then glanced at Rhys, whose jaw had unclenched just a fraction. ‘Of course I do, and not just because if I said no Rhys would be caving my skull in, but… I never thought I’d be in this position, never thought I’d be having a kid with anyone so… I know the details of it aren’t ideal but-‘

Rhys let out a short puff of a laugh at that, shaking his head as he dragged a hand through his hair. ‘Ideal? Cass, that’s the understatement of the fucking century. You went from one-night stands with women twice your age to knocking up a teenager. How the hell did we get here?’

‘I get it,’ Cassian muttered, his voice rough as he traced a finger along the condensation on his glass. ‘Believe me, I’ve replayed that night a hundred times since she called. We were both drunk off our asses, one thing led to another, and yeah, I should’ve wrapped it up. But we just… didn’t think.’

Azriel exhaled sharply through his nose, sitting back a little but keeping his gaze locked on Cassian. ‘A nineteen-year-old, Cass. She’s seven years younger than you. What does she even know about any of this? Raising a kid? Dealing with you being deployed half the time?’

‘She’s thought about it… the baby at least,’ Cassian shot back, his tone defensive but not angry, more like he was pleading for them to understand. ‘She went to get rid of it but couldn’t go through with it. Told me straight up she wants to keep the baby, and if I want to be involved, she’s open to that. I’m not gonna bail on her like my old man did on my mom. I want to prove I can be better than that asshole ever was to me.’

Rhys’s body language shifted at the mention of Cassian’s father, his shoulders easing as he uncrossed his arms and rested his forearms on the table. The anger in his eyes dimmed into something heavier, more thoughtful. ‘You really mean that? About being there? Because this isn’t some weekend fling you can walk away from, Cass. This is a kid. Your kid.’

‘Yeah, I mean it,’ Cassian said, nodding slowly as he looked between his brothers. ‘I never pictured myself as a dad, not like this, but now that it’s happening… I want it. I want to be involved. Whatever she needs, doctor appointments, money, just… showing up. She’s a nice girl, smart too. We barely know each other, but she didn’t have to tell me at all. She could’ve kept it quiet, and I’d never have known. Told me I can just walk away if I wanted to, as long as I told her’

Azriel rubbed his chin, the sarcasm from earlier fading into a quiet concern. ‘So what’s the plan then? You’re still on base most of the time. How are you gonna make this work with a girl who’s barely out of high school?’

Cassian huffed a small laugh, but there was no humour in it. ‘One step at a time. I’m home early for the scan tomorrow, CO’s cutting me some slack on the schedule. After that… I don’t know. Talk to her more. Figure out if we can even be in the same room without it being weird as hell. But I’m not running. Not from this.’

Rhys leaned back in his chair, the dim bar lights casting long shadows across the wooden table as the three brothers sat in a tense but familiar huddle. The low murmur of other patrons and the clink of glasses around them seemed distant, like the world had narrowed to just their corner booth. Cassian’s shoulders were still tight from the weight of his confession, but the pints were starting to loosen things up. He swirled the last of his beer, staring into the foam as Rhys broke the quiet with his usual blunt exasperation.

‘What have her parents said about it all? I can’t imagine they’re too pleased with the situation,’ Rhys asked, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, eyebrows furrowed in that big-brother way that always made Cassian feel sixteen again.

Cassian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before meeting Rhys’s eyes. ‘She hasn’t actually told them yet… said she doesn’t know how to but, I’m gonna see if I can get her to go over after the scan tomorrow, tell them together.’

Azriel smirked from across the table, tilting his head as he nursed his own drink. ‘You know her dad’s going to kill you right? Probably string you up by your balls for knocking up his little girl.’

‘I know… hoping if I get myself wasted enough tonight the hangover might numb the blow,’ Cassian joked softly. He drained the rest of his pint in one long swallow and signalled for another round, catching the barmaid’s eye with a quick nod. She flashed him a knowing smile and headed their way. ‘Maybe she’ll take pity and slip me something stronger.’

The table fell quiet for a moment, the news settling like a thick fog between them. Cassian felt a strange mix of relief and pressure in his chest, the secret was out with his brothers now, but their reactions still hung in the air like judgment. Azriel sighed, scratching the back of his head as he raised his eyebrows and tried to lighten the mood. ‘And here was me thinking my news of proposing was going to be the jaw dropper tonight. Guess I should’ve brought a ring and a pregnancy test to compete.’

Cassian huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. ‘Sorry man, you know me… always gotta be the centre of fucking attention. Can’t let you steal the spotlight with your romantic bullshit.’

That pulled a chuckle from both Azriel and Rhys. Cassian settled back in his chair, thanking the barmaid as she set down three fresh pints, the foam spilling just a little over the rims. The glasses clinked against the wood, and the brothers each reached for one. Rhys took a long, thoughtful swig from his glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before clapping his hands together lightly.

‘Alright then, tell us a bit about her, something that’s not how she likes being bred,’ Rhys said, his tone slightly crude but laced with genuine curiosity and a smirk that screamed sarcasm. ‘Or is that all you remember from the one-night stand?’

Cassian chuckled and shook his head, already reaching into his pocket. ‘Don’t be a knob. She’s called Daisy, she’s a law student or… was I dunno what she’s wanting to do about school. She’s smart, funny… hot as hell. And yeah, before you ask, the sex was mind-blowing, but that’s not the point.’

‘Jesus,’ Azriel laughed, leaning in with a teasing grin. ‘Didn’t realise you were in the business of cradle snatching. What’s next, you gonna start hanging out outside high schools?’

Cassian slid his phone onto the table, thumb tapping the screen a few times until Daisy’s latest Instagram post from a few months ago filled the display. The photo showed her seated on a crisp white bed in what looked like a luxury hotel suite, body angled in a three-quarter view toward the camera. She had long, voluminous wavy blonde hair with darker roots cascading messily over one shoulder, partially covering her face. Her makeup was heavy and glamorous, smoky eyes, long lashes, glossy lips pursed in a playful, suggestive pout. Large gold hoop earrings glinted, and a delicate gold bracelet sat on her wrist. She wore a tight white ribbed crop top with a square neckline that clung to her large, full breasts, the fabric stretched tight with red text reading “RED LIPS SUSHI SHOTS NEW ORLEANS, LA” and a stylized pair of red lips graphic. The top rode up just enough to show a generous strip of toned midriff. Below that, high-waisted black leggings hugged every curve of her hips, thighs, and the pronounced swell of her ass, sitting low enough to expose more smooth skin. One hand rested on the bed for support while the other held a small wooden skewer with a piece of sushi near her mouth. Barefoot, confident, and flirtatious, she stared directly at the camera with an arched back that accentuated her chest and waist. A takeout container sat in the foreground, adding to the casual, intimate hotel-room vibe.

‘Look at her and tell me either of you wouldn’t be in the exact same position I am given half the chance,’ Cassian said, pushing the phone toward them. ‘Bet you’d both be begging to put a bun in that oven.’

Azriel and Rhys both leaned in, their eyes widening as they took in the image. Despite being in happy relationships, they scrunched their eyebrows and let out small, appreciative noises, Rhys whistling low under his breath, Azriel shifting in his seat.

‘No way in fucking hell is that your baby Mumma!’ Azriel exclaimed, still staring at the photo, his voice a mix of shock and reluctant admiration. ‘She looks like she could model for Playboy, not pop out your spawn.’

‘Well brother, it seems I owe you an apology because Jesus fucking Christ,’ Rhys smirked, clapping Cassian hard on the shoulder. ‘If I wasn’t already taken, I’d be fighting you for a shot at that. Crude as it sounds, that ass alone would make any man forget protection. How the hell did you land her for even one night?’

Cassian laughed, a genuine grin spreading across his face as the tension eased just a fraction. ‘Luck of the drunk, horny and her being fed up of her dildo. But seriously, she’s more than the looks, though fuck, those looks don’t hurt.’

[azrielsshadowbaby]

CHAPTER 9 HAS BEEN EDITED! I wasn't happy with the length of the original post so i edited it! Enjoy!

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Nine

The living room glowed soft under the lamp's warm halo, the couch sagging comfortably under Daisy, Sarah, and Tom. The TV flickered with the opening credits of their weekly ritual, some binge-worthy drama about tangled lives and sharp betrayals, the kind that hooked you with cliffhangers and let you forget your own messes. Daisy curled her legs beneath her, a throw blanket draped loose over her lap, the faint herbal tea scent from her mug lingering in the air. At ten weeks, the pregnancy was a secret locked tight in her chest, no swell to her flat belly yet, just a whisper of fatigue and the nausea that had finally backed off, leaving her queasy spells rare. She'd told no one, not even her mum during their shopping trips, the words sticking like thorns every time the conversation veered close.

Sarah lounged on the other end, feet tucked under Tom's thigh, her laughter light as she recapped last week's twist. ‘I swear, if that idiot doesn't wise up, I'm throwing popcorn at the screen. Pass the chips, babe?’

Tom, solid and easy-going with his arm slung around Sarah's shoulders, grabbed the bowl from the coffee table and handed it over. ‘Here. You're the one who picked this show, don't blame me that it’s shite’ He munched a handful, eyes on the screen, oblivious to the undercurrents.

Sarah had kept her vow, not a whisper of Daisy's news slipping out. Tom thought the girl's occasional pallor was just stress from classes, nothing more. Daisy forced a smile, picking at the blanket's fringe. Five weeks since that bar visit, the dim lights, the sticky counter, handing her number to the girl behind the bar with a plea to pass it on. ‘Tell him it's urgent,’ she'd said, voice steady despite the knot in her gut. But the phone had stayed silent, days bleeding into weeks. Hope had flickered at first, maybe deployed, out of reach, but doubt had won, twisting into certainty: he'd seen the message, knew what she needed to say, and bailed. Ghosted her like she was nothing, no decency to even check in, to hear her side before vanishing. The sting had dulled to resignation; she'd stopped jumping at every buzz, stopped staring at her screen during lectures or shifts. College loomed, law books piled on her desk, but the future felt fractured, the baby a quiet reality she navigated alone.

The show hit a tense dialogue beat when her phone trilled from the side table, an unknown number, area code unfamiliar but not military. Daisy's brow furrowed; probably that advisor from school, following up on her email about maternity policies, the careful wording she'd agonized over. She reached for it, thumbing the pause button on the remote. ‘Hey, pause it? I gotta take this. Might be about that college thing.’

Sarah hit pause without question, the screen freezing on a dramatic glare. ‘Go for it. We'll wait’

Daisy swiped to answer, lifting the phone to her ear with a polite lilt. ‘Hello?’

The line hummed for a beat, then that voice rolled through, deep, rough-edged, like gravel under boots, unmistakable even after months. ‘Daisy? Hey, it's er... it's Cassian from the bar.’

Her heart slammed to a halt, breath catching sharp in her throat, the room tilting as everything, the show, Sarah's curious glance, Tom's casual sprawl, faded to white noise.

Daisy's breath hitched, the world narrowing to that gravelly timbre vibrating through the phone's speaker, yanking her back to that sweat-slicked night, his hands pinning her wrists, cock slamming deep as she shattered around him. Her pulse thundered in her ears, chest tightening like a vice. She bolted upright from the couch, legs tangling in the blanket for a split second before she kicked it free, phone clutched white-knuckled in her palm.

‘Oh… hi… erm, just er… can you just give me a sec?’ The words tumbled out in a stuttered rush, high-pitched and breathless, her free hand flapping vaguely toward the coffee table as she sidestepped it, nearly knocking over Tom's half-empty beer bottle.

Sarah's head snapped up from the paused screen, brows knitting in confusion, her chip-crunching paused mid-air. ‘Who is it?’ She mouthed, eyes darting from Daisy's flushed face to the phone.

Daisy shot her a wide-eyed stare, heart hammering so loud she swore they could hear it, holding the phone away from her lips just long enough to whisper fiercely, ‘It's Cassian.’

Sarah's jaw dropped, eyes bulging as she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. ‘Oh shit,’ she hissed back, equal parts shock and thrill lighting her face. She glanced at Tom, who was slouched back, remote in hand, looking mildly puzzled but already glazing over.

"What? Who’s Cassian?’ Tom grunted, scratching his stubble, not bothering to pause his mental rewind of the show's last scene.

Daisy didn't answer, too frantic. She darted past the coffee table, bare feet slapping the hardwood as she bolted for the stairs, ponytail swinging wildly, taking the steps two at a time, thighs burning from the sudden sprint. The bedroom door banged shut behind her, lock clicking with a decisive snick. She slumped against it before she scrambled up to perch cross-legged on her unmade bed. Photos of Daisy with her family and friends stared down indifferently, the faint scent of her vanilla body spray clinging to the rumpled duvet. Only then did she press the phone back to her ear, sucking in a shaky breath.

‘Hey, sorry about that,’ she said, voice pitching awkward and breathy, like she'd run a marathon. ‘I was just trying to get somewhere quiet.’

Cassian ambled through the base's dim-lit paths, floodlights casting long shadows over the churned sand that crunched under his boots. The air hung thick with diesel fumes from idling generators and the distant shouts of a night drill echoing off tent walls. One hand cradled the phone to his ear, the other jammed deep in the pocket of his cargo pants, fingers idly twisting a spare lighter. The medical tent loomed just ahead, its canvas flap stirring in the hot breeze, but Daisy's flustered scramble had hooked his grin wider. Cute, jumping like a live wire at his voice. Probably holed up somewhere private, panties already damp at the thought of him showing up to wreck her again.

‘No worries,’ he drawled, voice low and easy, that signature rumble laced with flirt. ‘How you doin'? I got a message off my buddy from the bar sayin' you were lookin' for me. Nice to see I left a lastin' impression.’ He chuckled, deep and teasing, picturing her cheeks flushing like they had when he'd flipped her onto her stomach and buried himself balls-deep, her walls fluttering as she gushed over him.

Daisy sank deeper into the mattress, crossing her legs tighter as his laugh rolled through the line, warm and cocky, stirring a traitorous flutter low in her belly. She raked a hand through her loose waves, nails catching on a tangle, and let out a soft, nervous chuckle that didn't quite hide the tremor. God, he sounded exactly like that night, playful, zero clue about the bomb she had to drop. Her free hand drifted unconsciously to her still-flat stomach, fingers splaying protectively.

‘I'm erm… I'm okay, I guess,’ she managed, forcing steadiness into her tone. ‘How are you?’

‘I'm good,’ Cassian replied, sidestepping a cluster of supply crates with a lazy pivot. ‘Stuck in this sandy hellhole for another two weeks, but then I've got a few weeks off to come home. So, if you're free, we could maybe grab a drink? See what other furniture of yours we could break.’ His grin was audible, filthy promise dripping from every syllable, mind flashing to her bedframe's ominous creak under their rhythm, her ass rippling with each thrust.

Daisy's huff of laughter escaped despite herself, a little desperate, palm rubbing lightly over her forehead as heat flooded her face. How the fuck is she supposed to say the words when he's being so flirty and cheeky?! The casual invite twisted the knife, drinks, breaking furniture, like it was all just fun and games, no strings, no baby. Her throat tightened, words sticking like glue.

‘Erm, yeah… that'd be…’ She trailed off, biting her lip hard enough to sting. ‘Cass, listen, I need to… to tell you something.’ The stutter hung heavy, her voice cracking on the last word, knuckles whitening around the phone.

A squad of recruits pounded past in formation, boots thumping in sync, their sergeant's bark cutting the night: ‘Double time, maggots! Move like you mean it!’ Cassian eased aside, broad shoulders brushing the coarse canvas of the nearest medical tent, the fabric warm from the day's bake. He was maybe a minute from Emerie now, her sharp scent and tighter grip calling, but Daisy's shift in tone pinged his radar, nervous hitch, like she was gearing up for something heavy. Still, his mind stayed light: maybe she wanted commitment? Or just straight-up begging for his dick again. No sweat.

‘Okay, shoot,’ he said casually, leaning against the tent pole, arms crossing over his chest as he waited, utterly clueless to the curveball incoming.

Daisy perched on the edge of her bed, knees drawn up tight, the phone slick against her palm from nervous sweat. Her heart jackhammered against her ribs, each beat echoing the dread pooling in her gut. The room felt too small, walls pressing in with the faint hum of the air conditioner battling the summer stickiness outside. She swallowed hard, throat clicking dryly, and dragged in a deep breath that did nothing to steady the whirlwind in her chest. Just say it. Rip the bandage off. But the words lodged like thorns, her mind replaying that night in flashes, his mouth hot on her neck, fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her, raw and relentless, no barriers, no second thoughts.

‘Erm, okay…’ she started, voice barely above a whisper, cracking on the edges. ‘So you know that night where we… you know…’

Cassian leaned heavier into the tent pole, the coarse canvas scratching his shoulder through his damp t-shirt. The muggy heat wrapped around him like a wet blanket, distant shouts from the drill fading into white noise as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He chuckled low, a grin splitting his face wide enough to ache his cheeks, the memory hitting him full force, her legs locked around his waist, pussy clenching tight as she came undone, nails raking his back raw. Fuck, she'd been fire.

‘Oh, I remember it very well,’ he drawled, voice dripping with that cocky heat, thumb brushing idly over the phone's edge. He shifted his weight, boots grinding sand into the dirt path, Emerie's tent flap just visible around the corner, promising her tight grip and sharper bite soon enough.

Daisy's attempt at a laugh came out weak, more a shaky exhale than anything real, her eyes squeezing shut as if blocking out the world could make this easier. Fingers twisted into the bedsheet, knuckles bone-white, the fabric bunching under her grip. Nausea bubbled up again, not from the pregnancy this time, or maybe it was, but from the sheer drop looming ahead. He's gonna freak. Or laugh. Or hang up. 

‘Right… well, erm, I… er…’

The silence stretched, her words dying in her throat, breath hitching audibly.

Cassian's grin softened at the quiet, her fumbling tugging something fond in his chest. He straightened a bit, glancing down the path where a tech wheeled a cart of gear past, oblivious. Come on, spit it out, sweetheart, he thought, picturing her biting that plump lip, thighs squeezing together just like when he'd pinned her down and fucked her slow in the early hours of the morning after, then hard enough to splinter wood. Still convinced it was her chasing round two, maybe shy about wanting his cock again stateside.

‘Daisy?’ he prompted, tone light but softening to something gentler, chipper edge rounding out with genuine curiosity. ‘You still there?’

‘Fuck,’ Daisy mumbled under her breath, the curse slipping out raw and frustrated, barely audible but enough to make her wince. Inhaling deep, chest expanding, holding it till her lungs burned, she forced the air out slow, steeling every nerve. No more stalling. Just blurt it. Her legs uncrossed and recrossed, foot tapping an erratic rhythm against the carpet.

‘Okay, I’m just… I’m just gonna say it.’

Cassian snorted a quiet chuckle, the sound swallowed by the distant crack of rifle fire from the range. He leaned back again, shoulder digging into canvas, the air thick with anticipation. Lay it on me, babe. Whatever filthy thing you're craving. His free hand adjusted the front of his pants absently, half-hard already from the memories, Emerie's moans from last night a faint echo, her on her knees, throat working his length before he bent her over crates and fucked her steady, rubber holding back his load.

The line hummed silent, his breath steady as he waited, smirk playing on his lips.

Daisy's world narrowed to the phone, Sarah and Tom’s voices a muffled drone below. Ignore it. One final, ragged inhale, lips parting as the confession tore free.

‘I er… I’m pregnant, Cass.’

The words hit Cassian like a gut punch through the speaker, clear and shattering in the muggy stillness. His heart stuttered, then seized, a brutal clench that stole his air, chest tightening as if a ruck had slammed into him at full sprint. The phone nearly slipped from his numb fingers, world tilting sharp: the tent's shadow blurring, sand underfoot forgotten, every nerve firing cold shock. Pregnant? His mind blanked, that night crashing back, no condom, her slick heat pulling him under, but this? No fucking way. His blood roaring in his ears, pulse hammering wild as the base faded to static.

His grin slowly slipped off his face, erased in an instant, leaving his jaw slack as the single word, pregnant, bounced around his skull like a ricocheting bullet. Chest tightened vise-like, ribs squeezing his lungs until each breath came shallow and ragged. He straightened his posture on instinct, spine snapping rigid against the canvas wall, boots planting firmer into the gritty sand. Silence stretched, heavy and electric; lips parted slightly, but no sound escaped, the confession soaking into him like diesel spilled on parched earth, burning slow and deep. Emerie's tent blurred in his periphery, the distant rumble of a convoy nothing but white noise now. Fuck. This couldn't be real. Her pussy clenching around him bare, his cum flooding her, but a kid? His?

Daisy's breath hitched audibly through the line after that endless pause, her voice cracking as it tumbled out, fragile and rushed, like she was bracing for impact. ‘Look, I know this is… I just… I needed to tell you. I’m not expecting anything from you, Cassian. If you don’t want to be involved, that’s-that’s fine… I just need to know, so I know what I’m dealing with.’

Cassian pressed the phone harder to his ear, the plastic biting into his skin, but her words filtered through like they were underwater, muffled, distant. Head spun lazy circles, vision spotting at the edges, lungs burning for air he couldn't quite drag in. He caught the waver in her tone, that little hitch cracking on 'fine,' and it twisted something deep in his gut, a sharp clench in his heart that warred with the sensation of the floor yanking away beneath him. Involved?

What the hell did that even mean now? His free hand flexed at his side, fingers curling into a fist against his thigh, the rough fabric of his pants grounding him amid the spin. She sounded small, terrified, begging him that night flashed hot: her nails raking his back, thighs locked around his hips as he drove into her, raw and relentless. But this? Fatherhood? Deployment ticking down, prince detail ramping up, shit stacked on shit.

She ploughed on, words spilling faster, panic threading every syllable, a frantic dam breaking. ‘Are you okay? I know it’s a lot to take in. It was very much unexpected for me too, but I’ve had a good few weeks to let it soak in and I panicked anyway when I found out. I was a mess, and to be completely transparent with you, I wasn’t going to keep it. I had an appointment made to… but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just… do that.’

Her voice pitched higher on 'couldn’t,' trailing into a choked whisper, the raw edge slicing through the static in his brain. Cassian sucked in a deep, calming breath, chest expanding slow against the iron band around it, air tasting of dust and sweat. Hand scrubbed quick over his face, palm rasping stubble, wiping away the phantom heat as he clenched his jaw hard, teeth grinding in a bid to anchor himself. Earth steadied fractionally under his boots, the base's chaos seeping back: shouts from the range, low growl of generators. Appointment? She almost ended it. Relief flickered traitorously amid the storm, then guilt slammed it down. Couldn't do it. Meaning what? Keeping it? His seed taking root in her belly, changing everything. Cock twitched unbidden at the thought of her swollen, needy again, but he shoved it brutal, focus narrowing to her ragged exhales crackling over the line.

‘Daisy?’ he interrupted, voice rougher than intended, gravel scraping his throat as it rumbled out low.

‘Yeah?’ she whispered back, soft and tentative, like a held breath finally released.

‘Do me a favour and shut up for a second,’ Cassian rumbled, not unkindly, just needing her to pause, to let him claw back some control, lungs finally loosening enough for the words to land steady.

Daisy's voice softened immediately on the line, a gentle hush threading through the crackle of static, her apology landing like a feather against the storm raging in Cassian's chest. ‘Right… sorry,’ she murmured, the words barely above a whisper, laced with that raw vulnerability that tugged at him despite the chaos.

She knew she'd been unloading like a breached dam, words tumbling unchecked in her panic, probably overwhelming him further, hell, overwhelming herself. The hitch in her breath echoed clear, a shaky inhale that spoke volumes of her nerves fraying at the edges.

Cassian exhaled another deep breath, slow and deliberate, forcing air past the knot lodged in his throat. His boots scraped gritty sand as he paced a few steps away from the tent flap, the muggy heat clinging to his skin like a second uniform, sweat beading fresh along his hairline. He spun on his heel, facing the taut canvas wall, the rough weave blurring under his stare. Free hand raked through his damp hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands before dropping to plant firm on his hip, thumb hooking into his belt loop, a anchor in the spin. Heart still hammered erratic against his ribs, each thud echoing the word pregnant like distant artillery. Seven weeks? Ten? Time blurred since that night. Fuck. He needed facts, needed to ground this nightmare in reality before it swallowed him whole.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked quietly, voice dropping low and rough, gravel scraping from his chest as he pressed the phone tighter to his ear. The question hung heavy, probing without accusation, but doubt flickered unbidden, deployments blurred lines, nights like theirs weren't rare for him, though hers... shit, she'd begged for it, legs wrapped vise-tight around his waist as he pounded into her.

Silence stretched a beat, then Daisy's soft huff of a laugh filtered through, light and forced, a desperate bid to pierce the tension coiling between them. ‘Well, I’ve got seven positive pregnancy tests that are pretty insistent,’ she joked, the words tumbling with a wry edge, her exhale shaky but genuine. But as the quiet dragged from his end, no chuckle, no response, her tone shifted, sobering fast, the playfulness crumbling under the weight. ‘I’ve had a test done at the doctors as well as a blood test, so yeah… I’m sure.’ Her voice steadied on the confirmation, resolute despite the tremor underscoring it, like she'd rehearsed this in mirrors, steeling herself for the fallout.

Cassian nodded slow to himself, the motion deliberate, jaw working as he swallowed deep, throat bobbing thick against the dry lump. Saliva tasted metallic, pulse thumping steady in his temples now, the base's distant clamour seeping back: low rumble of generators, sharp bark of orders from the range. Preparing himself for the next question, gut twisting anticipatory, he had to ask, had to know, no matter how it landed. Paternity wasn't a game; one night didn't rewrite his life without proof. Hand flexed on his hip, knuckles whitening against the fabric, boots shifting sand in a restless grind.

‘It’s definitely mine?’ The words escaped hushed, edged with caution, eyes squeezing shut against the canvas as he braced for the explosion, normal women would've shredded him, hurled slut or whore like grenades. But Daisy...

No fire came. Instead, her sigh whispered soft, understanding weaving through the line, no venom, just quiet acceptance. She got it, their start hadn't screamed fidelity: bar haze, her grinding against him desperate, mouth hot on his cock before he flipped her, fucked her bent over the bed with brutal snaps of his hips. ‘It’s yours, Cass,’ she assured, voice gentle, steadying like a lifeline tossed into choppy waters. ‘I’ve not been with anyone since you and… well, you already know how it was for me before that night.’

Cassian squeezed his eyes shut tight, the world narrowing to the press of his palm against his lids, a futile block against the reality crashing down. Part of him, buried deep under layers of soldier-hardened denial, had clung to a sliver of hope, praying for even a tremor of uncertainty in Daisy's voice, some hesitant 'maybe' that could've let him off the hook. But there was nothing. Her words rang absolute, no waver, no doubt threading through the line like steel cable. Seven tests, doctor's confirmation, blood work, irrefutable. His chest tightened, breath catching ragged as he inhaled deep, lungs expanding against the muggy air thick with diesel fumes and distant sweat-soaked exertion from the drills. Big hand scrubbed over his eyes, rough calluses scraping stubble, fingers lingering at his temples where pulse throbbed insistent, a war drum echoing the chaos in his gut. Fuck. A kid. His kid. The thought ricocheted wild, visions flashing unbidden: her petite frame arching under him that night, pussy clenching slick around his bare cock as he thrust deep, spilling hot ropes of cum straight into her womb without a second thought. Reckless. Stupid.

'Cassian, I’m really sorry, okay?' Daisy's voice broke through soft, laced with that aching remorse that twisted something fierce in his chest. 'I didn’t wanna do this over the phone and I know it’s a lot to have thrown at you so just... take some time, okay? Let it sink in and give me a call to let me know what you wanna do. Like I said, if you don’t wanna be a part of it, that’s fine. I just need to know if I’m doing this on my own. I won’t expect any financial support or anything, I’ll figure it out.'

Her words spilled rapid, a rush of self-sacrifice that hit him square, pulling a dry huff of a laugh from his throat, bitter, disbelieving. He tipped his head back, eyes cracking open to stare at the endless stretch of sky overhead, hazy blue smudged with dust clouds from the choppers circling perimeter. Did she seriously think he'd ghost her? Tell her to fuck off and handle the mess solo? Yeah, his stomach churned like he'd swallowed sand, shitting bricks at the enormity, deployment ticking down, responsibilities piling like ammo crates, but bail? Nah. He was the one who'd pinned her down, hips slamming flush as he flooded her tight heat. Equal fault. His hand flexed at his side, boots grinding grit deeper into the dirt as resolve hardened amid the panic.

'I don’t need to call you back, Daisy… I’m not about to bail and leave you to do this by yourself,' he rumbled low through the phone, voice gravel-thick, steady despite the tremor threatening to crack it. The words grounded him, anchoring the spin.

'Cass-' Daisy sighed, sympathetic pull in her tone, laced with that quiet worry like she was bracing for the letdown, but he sliced right through, not giving her space to doubt.

'I’m not that kind of guy, Daisy. I mean… I’m pretty sure I could throw up right now, but… I’m the one that came inside you, right? I’m just as responsible for this.' Cassian sighed heavy, a tilt of dark humour edging his words as his hand settled firm on his hip again, thumb digging into the seam of his pants. The admission hung raw, owning the moment, the raw pump of his cock buried to the hilt, her moans muffled against the sheets as he unloaded pulse after pulse deep in her core. No pulling out, no regrets then. Regrets now? A flood. But responsibility? Non-negotiable.

The line fell quiet, a heavy pause stretching taut, broken only by the faint crackle of connection and the muffled hum of base life: sharp whistle of a superior barking orders, rhythmic thud of boots on packed earth nearby. Then, a soft sniffle filtered through, wet, choked, her breath hitching like tears had welled fast, spilling over. Cassian's chest ached at the sound, protective instinct flaring hot despite the distance. She was crumbling, and he was half a world away, powerless but for words.

'Are you sure?' Daisy whimpered, voice thick and watery, the plea raw, laced with that fragile hope warring against her fears. She sounded small, curled up somewhere alone, the weight of it all pressing her down.

Cassian couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his mouth, crooked and genuine, softening the hard lines of his face as he turned slow, boots scraping stone. He lowered himself onto the rough stone steps of the shower unit flanking the medical tent, ass planting firm on the worn edge, elbows bracing knees as he hunched forward, phone cradled close. The concrete bit cool through his fatigues, a stark contrast to the sweat trickling down his spine. Distant laughter from a cluster of recruits echoed faint, oblivious to his world tilting.

'This is not what I expected this call to be, but… yeah, I’m sure… besides, probably a bit of karma for me breaking your bed,' Cassian joked, voice lightening with wry tease, the memory flashing vivid.

A wet chuckle bubbled from Daisy through the phone, shaky but real, cutting the tension like a lifeline tossed into the dark. The tension strung tight between them loosened a fraction with that shared spark of humour, the wet chuckle from Daisy filtering through the phone like a balm against the raw edges of shock still scraping Cassian's nerves. He stayed planted on the rough stone steps of the shower unit, elbows dug into his knees, broad shoulders hunched forward as the phone pressed firm to his ear, trapping heat against his skin. Muggy base air clung heavy, laced with faint chlorine tang from the showers and distant shouts of drills echoing across the compound, boots pounding dirt, sergeants barking cadence. But right now, it all blurred secondary to her voice, that soft hitch in her breath as she sniffled, composing herself with small, shaky pulls of air. Cassian's free hand rubbed slow at the back of his neck, callused fingers kneading tense muscle, mind flashing unbidden to her face that night—flushed cheeks, lips parted on gasps.

‘Are you okay? In yourself, I mean-like… how are you feeling?’ Cassian asked soft, voice dropping low and gentle, gravel edged with genuine concern that surprised even him. He shifted his grip on the phone, thumb tracing absent circles on the case, eyes fixed on a crack in the stone where dust gathered, grounding himself amid the whirl.

Daisy's voice came back strained, thick like she'd swallowed tears, fighting to keep them from spilling again. ‘I'm okay. It's not been as bad the last couple of weeks, but the nausea was really bad at the start. Ended up throwing up in my car on my way back from a lecture one morning.’ She admitted it shameless, no filter, the raw honesty pulling a soft chuckle from Cassian, deep, rumbling low in his chest, easing the knot there a touch.

‘Damn, sounds rough…’ he murmured, head tipping forward, a faint grin tugging his mouth despite everything. Vivid image hit him: her bent over in some cramped college parking lot, heaving while her belly churned with the life he'd planted there, his seed taking root after he'd pounded into her bare, hips snapping brutal as cum flooded her depths, her walls milking every drop. ‘You got someone looking after you? Your house mate or your folks?’ He probed gentle, not pushing but needing to know she wasn't facing this storm solo.

‘Yeah, Sarah's been great, drives me to classes when it's bad, makes me ginger tea and shit,’ Daisy replied, a watery laugh threading her words. There's a shuffle on her end, fabric rustling like she readjusted on the couch or bed, maybe curling legs under her petite frame. ‘She's been quietly judgemental about the dad part. Already given me the whole safe sex speel about twenty times.’ Pause hung brief, her breath steadying. ‘What about you? You okay over there? I didn’t interrupt anything did i?.’

Cassian huffed light, straightening a bit, boot sole grinding grit into stone. ‘Nah, just wrapped up dinner, had the lovely dry powdered mashed potatoes they store in bulk’ He flexed his jaw, tasting salt on his lips from sweat. ‘Base is same old though, sand in everything, finally wrapped security detail without us eating bullets. But yeah, I'm... I’m okay, just… processing all this I guess.’

She sniffled again, softer this time. ‘Sorry. Didn't mean to dump this bomb like this. Just... freaked me out seeing those lines on the tests. Pink plus signs staring back like 'surprise, bitch.' Daisy's tone edged wry, self-deprecating, pulling another quiet chuckle from him.

‘Hey, no apologies. We're in the shit together now,’ Cassian said firm, voice warming. ‘Have you had any other appointments yet? Docs say anything else?’

‘Not yet. I've had an initial appointment, just them getting my personal info, history, all that paperwork bullshit,’ she explained, shuffle resuming like she tucked hair behind her ear. ‘I have my first scan in about two and a half weeks... do you... do you think you'll be able to come with me? Only if you want to, that is. No pressure.’

Cassian nodded to himself, brow furrowing as he absorbed every word, committing dates and details like mission intel, two and a half weeks out, scan to see the peanut he'd helped make. Elbows dug deeper into knees, he pictured it: her on an exam table, gel-smeared wand pressing her lower belly while a screen flickered heartbeat. Him there, holding her hand, thumb stroking her knuckles like he'd gripped her thigh that night. ‘Shit, yeah. I should be on leave by then, rotations lining up. So yeah, I... I can come with you. If not, I'll see if I can pull some strings, captain owes me a favour or two, got pull with command.’

Cassian could hear the small smile of Daisy’s through the phone as she said that would be good. The warmth in her voice did something to him, settled a fraction of the anxiety that had been coiling in his gut since she'd dropped the bomb about the pregnancy. He inhaled deeply again, forcing the air down into his lungs, trying to keep himself grounded as he remained sitting on the steps. The stone was warm beneath his thighs, the dust from the base settling on his boots, and somewhere in the distance he could hear the rhythmic thud of boots hitting the ground as a unit ran past the medical tents.

He didn't even think about how he was due to meet Emerie almost ten minutes ago now, his head still swimming with the concept of having a child, of him having gotten a girl seven years his younger pregnant from a messy one-night stand. The thought sat heavy in his chest, a weight he wasn't sure he knew how to carry.

‘Can you message me the date, just so I don't forget it?’ Cassian asked quietly, his voice rough around the edges as he stared down at the gravel between his boots.

‘Yeah, of course,’ Daisy responded, and he could hear the slight hesitation in her voice before she added, ‘If you can't make it that's okay, don't stress about it.’

Cassian huffed a small laugh, the sound dry and humourless as it escaped his lips. ‘Bit too late for that.’

‘Right,’ Daisy breathed softly, and there was a pause on the line, a moment where he could hear her steadying herself before she continued, ‘Thank you, Cassian… for not… you know, losing your shit.’

Cassian closed his eyes, the weight of her words pressing down on him. In reality, he could easily scream or cry or just sit and stare at the floor for hours on end, the enormity of the situation threatening to swallow him whole. But he didn't tell Daisy that. Instead, he forced a lightness into his voice, a joke to mask the turmoil churning beneath the surface as he said,

‘It's okay, I'm waiting to do that after I get off the phone… If you need anything, you let me know, okay? I've got family in the area that can be with you in minutes, even if it's just ice cream cravings, at least until I get back, that is.’

Daisy chuckled softly, the sound genuine and warm, and it eased something in his chest despite everything. ‘I'll be fine, Cass. Sarah has the freezer fully stocked with Mint Choc Chip. Thank you, though… I really do appreciate it.’

‘Dais, please stop thanking me,’ Cassian sighed, the words coming out heavier than he intended, not annoyed but weighed down by a guilt he couldn't quite shake. ‘I'm not exactly Gent of the Year here.’

‘You could have bailed. You could have not called at all, so… yeah, thanks for not being a colossal douchebag.’ Daisy finished with a breathy laugh that carried through the line, and Cassian found himself shaking his head, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite everything.

Out of the corner of Cassian's right eye, he caught movement heading towards him. Turning his head, he saw Emerie heading his way, a confused look on her face as she tried to figure out why Cassian was sat on some dusty ass steps instead of in the medical tent with her where he was meant to be ten minutes ago. Her brow was furrowed, her dark hair pulled back from her face, and she moved with that purposeful stride she always had, the one that said she was about to demand an explanation. Cassian's stomach tightened, the reality of his situation crashing back down on him as he debated how he was going to juggle this new news alongside everything else in his life.

‘Shit… I'm erm… I'm gonna have to go,’ Cassian sighed softly, his eyes reverting back to his boots as he spoke into the phone, the words coming out in a rushed tumble. ‘But I'll message you, if that's okay? And you've got my number now, so message me whenever you need to… and I can call when I'm free?’

‘Yeah, of course!’ Daisy mumbled gently through the phone, her voice carrying that same understanding she'd shown throughout the conversation. ‘Sorry, I didn't realise how long I'd kept you.’

‘No, it's fine. Not exactly a conversation that can be had in two minutes,’ Cassian rumbled, rubbing his face with his free hand, the stubble rough against his palm. ‘I just… I have a scouting review to get to, so… I'll let you know tomorrow about making it back for the scan, if I can.’ He could feel the exhaustion starting to settle into his bones, the adrenaline of the conversation beginning to wear off, leaving him feeling wrung out and raw.

‘Okay, I'll speak to you tomorrow,’ Daisy said, and he could hear the smile in her voice, that small warmth that had been threading through their conversation.

‘Yeah, I'll speak to you tomorrow,’ Cassian repeated, his voice softer now, almost reluctant to end the call. ‘But message me if you need to… talk or anything, okay?’ He mumbled the last part as Emerie came to a stop in front of him, hands on her hips as she allowed him to finish his phone conversation, her dark eyes fixed on him with a mixture of confusion and impatience.

‘Okay, look after yourself soldier,’ Daisy finalized gently, her voice carrying a sincerity that made his chest ache.

‘I will. Bye.’ Cassian ended the call gently, his thumb pressing the button on the screen before he lowered the phone from his ear.

His eyes remained glued to the gravel floor at the bottom of the stairs he was sat on, his mind still reeling from the conversation, the weight of the secret he now carried pressing down on his shoulders like a physical weight. He could feel the phone still warm in his hand, the screen dark now, but the memory of her voice still lingered in his ears.

‘Cass, what the fuck?’ Emerie's voice sounded in his ears, sharp and frustrated, cutting through the haze of his thoughts. ‘I've been waiting for you for ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes, Cassian. I was sat in that medical tent like an idiot, had to come up with some bullshit excuse of having a panic attack when Wells walked in and I was leant over the table!’

Cassian blinked, slowly lifting his head to meet Emerie's gaze. She stood in front of him, arms crossed now, her foot tapping against the dusty ground as she waited for an explanation. Her dark eyes were narrowed, her jaw tight with irritation, and Cassian realized he was going to have to tell her something, some excuse to explain why he'd completely blown her off. But right now, with his head still spinning from the conversation with Daisy, with the reality of impending fatherhood pressing down on him, he couldn't find the words.

‘Sorry,’ he managed, his voice hoarse as he planted both feet harder into the gravel, the movement feeling sluggish and heavy. ‘ I got… caught up.’

‘Caught up?’ Emerie repeated, her voice dripping with incredulity. ‘You were sat on some dusty fucking steps, Cassian. What could possibly have been so important that you couldn't take two minutes to come find me and let me know you needed a rain check?’

Cassian ran a hand through his hair, the strands damp with sweat from the afternoon heat, and let out a long breath. He looked up at Emerie as she stood in front of him, her small frame towering over him for once as he was still sat on the steps. The dust had settled on his combat trousers, a fine layer of grit coating his boots, and the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the gravel path between the tents. He couldn’t help the small huff of a laugh that left his lungs as he rubbed his jaw, the stubble rough against his palm, and said, ‘That was a girl I hooked up with a couple months back… turns out… I got her pregnant.’

Emerie’s mouth dropped open in a silent gasp, her eyes widening slightly and her brows furrowing in disbelief. She stood frozen for a moment, her hands dropping from her hips to hang loose at her sides as if the news had physically knocked the wind out of her.

‘You what?!’ she asked, her voice pitched higher than usual, the shock bleeding through every syllable. She took a half-step forward, then stopped, as though unsure whether to sit or stand or simply walk away from the bombshell he’d just dropped.

Cassian’s gaze dropped back to the floor, his eyes tracing the pattern of cracks in the dry ground between his boots. He nodded his head slowly, a jerky motion that felt like he was trying to convince himself as much as her. ‘I’m gonna be a dad… apparently,’ he mumbled gently, more to himself than to Emerie, the words feeling so foreign on his tongue, like they belonged to someone else’s life.

He could feel Emerie’s gaze burning into him as he sat there, could hear how she took a deep breath after a minute, the air hissing between her teeth as she processed. Then, softly, almost reverently, she muttered, ‘Jesus Christ… are you okay?’

Cassian sighed heavily, the sound dragging up from somewhere deep in his chest and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, the muscles there tight and knotted with tension. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, the device feeling heavier than it had any right to be and let his hand fall to rest on his knee.

‘I have no fucking idea…’ he said, his voice raw and honest in a way he rarely let it be. ‘I got a message off a buddy saying she’d been trying to get hold of me, and I thought she just wanted to arrange another hook up, not…’ He broke off, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the words. ‘For fucks sake’ He ended with a groan, dropping his head into his hands, his elbows resting on his knees as he hunched forward, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

Emerie stood there for a long moment, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths as she watched him crack in front of her. Then, slowly, she moved to sit on the steps next to him, the stone warm through the fabric of her trousers. She let out a deep breath with puffed out cheeks, her heart pounding like it was happening to her, the news hitting her square in the chest. She turned her head to look at him, her dark eyes searching his profile, the hard line of his jaw, the way his fingers pressed into his scalp.

‘How did this happen?’ she asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and genuine concern. ‘You’re always so prepared! Every time we-‘ She stopped herself, her cheeks flushing slightly despite the seriousness of the moment. ‘You know what I mean. You’re meticulous about that stuff. Condoms, checking the dates, all of it. How the hell did you slip up?’

With his head still in his hands, Cassian let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and self-deprecating. ‘I am with you!’ he said, his voice muffled against his palms before he lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. ‘I knock you up and your entire career is over! You’d be shipped off the base, your record would have that little pink mark, you’d be restricted to national guard for three years minimum and everything you’ve worked for-‘ He shook his head, the motion sharp and frustrated. ‘I don’t take risks with you, Emerie. I never have. It’s just not worth it! This was…’ He gestured vaguely with one hand, the motion loose and defeated. ‘This was just supposed to be some one-night stand. We were both wasted. She was telling me how she had given up on ever getting good dick! I was off my face on whiskey and there was tequila involved. Wearing a Johnny or pulling out didn’t even cross my mind.’

Emerie’s lips pressed into a thin line, her brow furrowing as she processed his words. She reached out, her hand hovering for a moment before she placed it on his shoulder, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. ‘So you don’t even remember it clearly? Because she sunders like a really classy lady’ she asked dryly, her voice softer now, almost gentle.

Cassian let out a shaky breath and shook his head. ‘All I remember is how good the sex was! She was… fuck she was wild. I couldn’t help myself! I don’t even know her full name’ He laughed again, the sound bitter and broken, but instead of finishing with the words she expected, he rolled his head back onto his shoulders, the muscles in his neck straining as he tipped his face up toward the sky. The sun almost gone over the horizon and he stared into it until his eyes watered, his voice dropping low and raw. ‘Fuck me, I've ruined her fucking life.’

The words hung in the heat, heavy and jagged, and Emerie's breath caught in her throat. She watched him for a long moment, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the way his hands clenched into fists on his knees. Then she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, and let out a low, steadying breath.

‘Hey,’ she said, her voice firm but not harsh. ‘Come on, Cass. She's just as much to blame. I'm assuming she didn't exactly tell you to pull out, right? She was there too. She made the same choice.’

Cassian's jaw tightened, but he didn't look at her. His eyes stayed fixed on the endless blue above him, watching a bird wheel lazily through the sky, free and unconcerned with the mess of human lives below. ‘She's nineteen, Emerie.’ The words came out flat, devoid of any excuse, carrying only the weight of self-disgust. He let them sit there, let the number sink in, let it drag across the dust between them like a dead weight.

Emerie's mouth opened. Closed. Her brows shot up, and for a few seconds, she was completely still, as if the information had frozen her mid-thought. Then she let out a sharp exhale, almost a hiss, and shook her head slowly, her dark ponytail swishing against her shoulders. ‘You're a fucking dickhead,’ she said, the words clipped and incredulous. ‘Nineteen?!’ She turned to face him fully, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and reproach. ‘Cass, what the fuck were you thinking? You're a grown-ass man. You’ve knocked up a teenager!’

Cassian finally lowered his gaze, blinking against the spots of light still dancing in his vision. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and let out a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. ‘I was thinking that she was one of the hottest girls I've ever seen who was all over me!’ he said, his voice rising in frustration, the words tumbling out in a rambling, almost pathetic defence. ‘She'd not had sex in months and she was desperate for it, she told me as much, practically climbed into my lap the second we started talking. And I'd just come off a deployment where I hadn't touched a woman in six months, and we were drunk, and she was so fucking soft and eager and-‘ He broke off, dragging a hand through his sweat-damp hair. ‘I'd have had to have shot myself not to have gone home with her!’

Emerie stared at him, her lips pressed together in a thin line. She let the silence stretch, letting his words hang in the air like smoke, before she cracked a wry, humourless smile. ‘Bet that bullet is seeming pretty tasty right now, huh?’ she joked dryly, her tone flat enough that he could hear the truth underneath the sarcasm.

Cassian's head dropped limply forward, his chin nearly touching his chest as both of his elbows rested on his thighs. The weight of the world seemed to press down on his shoulders, bowing his spine until he looked like a man carrying the whole desert on his back. Emerie shifted closer on the stairs, a small distance between them, a few inches at best, but she didn't close the gap entirely. She turned her head to study him, her brown eyes tracing the hard line of his jaw, the way his fingers dug into his own biceps, the shadows that clung to his face like they'd taken root there. She'd seen him get jumped on a routine patrol once, four guys with knives and a broken bottle, and he'd come out of it laughing, wiping blood from his split lip with a grin. She'd never seen him like this. Exhausted. Defeated. Hollowed out.

‘What did she say?’ Emerie's voice cut through the thick air, soft and careful, like she was afraid the wrong word might shatter him. ‘Does she want you to be involved?’

Cassian didn't move for a long moment. Then he lifted his gaze, fixing it on some invisible point in the middle distance, a patch of dust, a discarded cigarette butt, the leg of a chair outside the mess tent. He drew in a lighter breath, one that didn't seem to reach all the way down, and let it out again in a slow, measured exhale.

‘Yeah,’ he said, his voice rougher than he'd intended. He cleared his throat and tried again. ‘Yeah, I think so. She's got a scan in a few weeks that she's asked me to go to, so…’ He paused, dragging a hand across his stubbled jaw. ‘Guess I gotta go talk to the CO, see if I can make it home on time. Explain the situation… somehow. Beg if I have to.’

Emerie let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It turned into a small, incredulous laugh as she shook her head slowly, her dark hair brushing against her shoulders. ‘Wow,’ she said, the word drawn out, almost reverent. ‘You're gonna have a kid. That's wild.’

Cassian's lips twitched, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. ‘Yeah,’ he repeated, his voice flat. ‘Wild.’

He didn't add anything else. He just sat there, staring at that same invisible point, as if he could see the whole future laid out in the dust and it was nothing but a long, grey road stretching into nowhere. Emerie watched him for another beat, then pushed herself to her feet. She dusted off her cargos with a few sharp slaps, the fabric rustling in the still air, and turned to face him. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth, teasing but gentle. ‘Well,’ she said, raising an eyebrow, ‘I'm guessing you're not interested in that quickie anymore?’

The question hung between them, light and deliberately flippant, an offering of normalcy in the middle of the chaos. Cassian let out a soft laugh, real this time, if a little hollow, and slowly, painfully, pushed himself to his feet. He straightened his back, rolled his shoulders, and looked at her with something close to his usual dry humour flickering in his eyes. ‘Dear gods, no,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘Knowing my luck, I'd inseminate you as well. I'm apparently operating at a hundred percent fertility right now. Wouldn't want to add another kid to the list before I've even figured out how to handle the first one.’

Emerie's smirk widened, but her eyes were warm. She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of sunblock and sweat on her skin, and she reached out to give his chest a light pat. ‘Yeah, no thank you,’ she said, her voice dropping to something softer, more sincere. ‘May be best that this little arrangement of ours is put on pause for a while, you know, while you wrap your head round this..’

Cassian looked down at her hand on his arm, then up into her face. There was no accusation in her expression, no jealousy, no disappointment. Just understanding. He nodded slowly. ‘Yeah,’ he said again, that single word doing all the heavy lifting. ‘Probably for the best.’

Emerie let her hand drop and took a step back, her smile turning a little more playful, a little more Emerie. ‘Besides,’ she added, ‘I don't want to be the next girl calling you with a positive test. One spawn of Satan is enough for this generation.’

He let out a genuine laugh this time, short but sharp, and shook his head. ‘You're a real comfort, you know that?’

‘I try,’ she said, and turned to walk away, her boots scuffing against the gravel. She paused after a few steps, looking back over her shoulder. ‘Hey. You're gonna be okay, Cass. You'll figure it out. You always do.’

Cassian watched her go, the dust settling in her wake, and then he looked down at his hands. They were steady. That was something, at least. He didn't go to the CO's office. Not yet. His feet carried him in that direction, past the mess tent where the low hum of conversation and the clatter of metal trays drifted through the canvas walls, past the small cluster of soldiers smoking by the generator, past the row of parked Humvees with their tires caked in sand. He stopped about twenty yards from the command tent, stood there for a long moment with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and then turned around and walked back toward the barracks.

It was too late. The sun was already bleeding orange and red across the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of fire, and the CO would be winding down for the day. Lieutenant Colonel Vaughn was a reasonable man, hard, but fair, but he wasn't the type to appreciate being ambushed with a personal crisis at the tail end of a long shift. Cassian knew better than to walk in there with half a plan and a head full of static. He needed to think first. Sort through the mess in his skull. Figure out what the hell he was going to say before he said it.

The barracks were quiet when he pushed through the heavy canvas flap that served as a door. The long room was lined with cots on both sides, most of them empty, most of his squad was still out on rotation, pulling the night watch around the perimeter. A few men were asleep in the far corner, their breathing slow and even, the occasional snore cutting through the silence. Cassian walked past them without a word, his boots heavy on the packed dirt floor, and dropped onto his cot with a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his bones.

He lay there for a long time, staring up at the canvas ceiling. The fluorescent light strip overhead hummed faintly, casting a pale-yellow glow across the space. He could hear the wind outside, the distant crackle of radio chatter from the command tent, the occasional bark of laughter from somewhere near the motor pool. Normal sounds. Everyday sounds. But they felt distant, muffled, like he was hearing them from the bottom of a pool.

His hand found its way behind his head, cradling his neck as he stared at the same patch of canvas for what felt like hours. The same thought kept circling back, over and over, like a vulture waiting for something to die.

How the fuck is this going to work?

He closed his eyes and tried to picture it. A kid. His kid. A tiny, squalling thing with his eyes or Daisy's smile or some combination of features that would bind them together for the rest of their lives. But the image wouldn't form. Every time he tried to conjure it, all he saw was Daisy's face from that night, flushed, eager, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drove into her. She'd been so alive, so there, and he'd been so drunk on the feeling of her that he hadn't thought about consequences. Hadn't thought about anything except the way she moaned, the way her nails dug into his back, the way she'd begged him not to stop.

And now there was a baby.

Seven years, he thought, the number lodging itself in his chest like a splinter. Seven fucking years younger than me.

He'd been in the service for almost eight years. He'd seen combat. He'd watched men die. He'd held a friend's hand while the blood pooled beneath him on the dirt, whispering that it was going to be okay even though they both knew it wasn't. He'd done things that would haunt him for the rest of his life, things that had carved grooves into his soul so deep he wasn't sure there was anything left of the man he'd been before.

But none of that had prepared him for this. None of that had taught him how to be a father.

The cot creaked as he shifted, rolling onto his side and staring at the wall. The canvas rippled slightly in the breeze, and he watched the shadows move across it, his mind churning.

He thought about his contract. Five more years of active duty, with the possibility of extension if he re-upped. Deployment rotations that could take him anywhere in the world at a moment's notice. Long stretches of time spent in places where the phone signal was spotty and the mail took weeks to arrive. How was he supposed to be there for a kid when he was thousands of miles away, living out of a duffel bag and sleeping in tents?

He thought about Daisy. A nineteen-year-old girl who'd probably been looking for a fun night out, something to tell her friends about, not a lifetime commitment. She hadn't asked for this any more than he had. And now she was stuck with him, some soldier she'd met once, some guy who'd fucked her silly and flipped her world on its head. He stared into the darkness, his jaw tight, and tried to map out a future that had never existed in any of his plans. He'd need to talk to the CO. That was the first step. Explain the situation, ask for some flexibility in his deployment schedule, figure out if there was any way to get home for the birth, or at least for the scan in a few weeks. He'd have to find a place to live, something more stable than a barracks cot and a shared apartment back home. He'd have to figure out money, child support, all the mundane, terrifying realities of bringing a life into the world.

And he'd have to do it all while still being a soldier, still fulfilling his duty, still getting up every morning and putting on his gear and pretending like his whole world hadn't been turned upside down by a phone call and a girl he'd met once.

One night, he thought, the bitterness of it curling in his chest. One stupid, reckless, fucking incredible night, and now there's a whole life riding on it.

He closed his eyes but sleep still wouldn't come. The hours crawled by, measured in the slow shift of shadows across the canvas, in the distant change of the guard, in the endless loop of his own thoughts. He thought about Daisy—what she looked like, what she was doing right now, whether she was lying in her own bed, staring at her own ceiling, wondering if he was going to be worth the risk she'd taken in telling him. He thought about the baby, a shape without a face, a future without a form, and tried to imagine holding it, protecting it, being the kind of man who didn't run from responsibility but stood in front of it.

He didn't know if he was that man. He wanted to be. But wanting and being were two very different things.

At some point, the darkness outside the canvas began to thin, the first grey light of dawn seeping through the gaps. Cassian had been staring at the same patch of fabric for so long that his eyes ached. He blinked, sat up slowly, and swung his legs over the side of the cot. His back was stiff, his neck tight, and the exhaustion had settled into his bones like lead, but he couldn't stay here. He couldn't lie in this cot for another second, replaying the same questions without any answers.

He pulled on his boots, laced them with mechanical precision, and stood. The barracks was still quiet, most of the guys still asleep or just stirring. He caught a glimpse of himself in the small, cracked mirror nailed to the support pole near his cot, dark circles under his eyes, stubble thick on his jaw, a hollow look in his gaze that he didn't recognize.

You look like shit, he told himself. You feel like shit. But you've got a job to do.

He stepped out into the morning air. The camp was coming to life around him, the clatter of mess tins, the hiss of stoves, the low rumble of vehicles warming up. The sun was still low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty ground, and the heat was already beginning to build. Cassian stood there for a moment, letting the noise and motion wash over him, trying to find his footing in a world that felt like it had been yanked out from under him.

He needed to eat. He knew he needed to eat. His body was running on adrenaline and bad decisions, and skipping a meal wasn't going to help anything. But the thought of sitting in the mess tent, surrounded by the usual noise and banter, forced to make small talk and pretend like everything was fine, it made his stomach turn. He was still standing there, undecided, when he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel behind him.

‘Morning, sunshine.’ Brick's voice was rough with sleep but carrying its usual edge of humour. He fell into step beside Cassian, a half-eaten piece of toast in one hand, his eyes squinting against the morning glare. ‘You look like shit. Couldn't sleep?’

Cassian shrugged, keeping his gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance. ‘Something like that.’

Brick studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable, then took another bite of his toast and chewed slowly. ‘You coming to breakfast? The cook's got some kind of egg situation going on. I think it's supposed to be scrambled, but honestly, I've seen less questionable substances in the medical tent.’

‘Not hungry.’

Brick snorted. ‘You're always hungry. What's going on with you?’

Cassian hesitated. He should tell him. Brick was his closest friend on this base, the one person who'd had his back through more firefights and patrols and shitty deployment nights than he could count. He'd trust Brick with his life, he had, more times than he cared to remember. But this wasn't a bullet or an ambush. This was something else. Something deeper. Something he didn't have the words for yet.

‘Just got some stuff on my mind,’ Cassian said finally, his voice flat. ‘Personal stuff. I gotta go see the CO.’

Brick's eyebrows lifted. ‘The CO? Shit, man, what'd you do?’

‘Nothing. Just-‘ Cassian stopped, ran a hand over his face, and let out a long breath. ‘I can't explain it right now, Brick. I will, when I've got it figured out. But right now, I just need to get this done.’

Brick was quiet for a long moment. Then he clapped a hand on Cassian's shoulder, squeezing once, hard. ‘Alright. I won't push. But you know where to find me if you need to talk, yeah? And if the CO gives you shit, I'll back you up. Whatever it is.’

Cassian looked at him then, really looked at him, and felt something loosen in his chest. ‘Thanks, man.’

‘Don't mention it.’ Brick took another bite of his toast and jerked his chin toward the mess tent. ‘I'm gonna go brave the egg situation. Try not to get yourself court-martialled before lunch, alright?’

Cassian almost smiled. ‘No promises.’

Brick ambled off, leaving Cassian standing alone in the growing heat of the morning. He watched his friend disappear into the mess tent, then turned and started walking toward the opposite end of the camp, where the CO's tent stood, a larger, more substantial structure than the rest, marked by a flag and a permanent guard post outside it.

The walk felt longer than it should have. Each step was heavy, deliberate, carrying him closer to a conversation that would change everything. He rehearsed what he was going to say. Sir, I need to request a modification to my deployment schedule. Sir, there's been a change in my personal circumstances. Sir, I'm going to be a father. But every version sounded wrong. Too formal. Too flippant. Too much like an excuse. The truth was simple and terrifying: he had no idea what he was doing.

He reached the entrance to the CO's tent, and the guard outside, a young private with a fresh face and nervous eyes, snapped to attention. ‘Sargant.’

Cassian nodded, his throat tight. ‘I need to see Colonel Vaughn. It's urgent.’

The private hesitated, glancing toward the tent. ‘He's in a meeting right now, sir. Should be done in about ten minutes.’

‘I'll wait.’

The private nodded and gestured toward a small, shaded area nearby, where a couple of folding chairs had been set up. Cassian moved to one and sat down, the metal frame groaning under his weight. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and stared at the ground between his boots. Ten minutes. He had ten minutes to figure out how to explain to his commanding officer, a man he respected, a man who had never seen him as anything less than reliable, that he'd gotten a nineteen-year-old girl pregnant after a one-night stand, and that he needed the army to work around it.

Good luck with that, he thought bitterly.

The minutes crawled by. The heat pressed down, and the sounds of the camp faded into a dull hum. Cassian kept his eyes on the ground, his hands clasped loosely in front of him and waited.

When the tent flap finally rustled, and the young private cleared his throat, Cassian looked up.

‘Sarge, Colonel Vaughn will see you now.’

Cassian stood. His heart was pounding, but his hands were steady. He squared his shoulders, drew a breath, and pushed through the canvas into the CO's tent.

The tent was dimmer than the harsh morning light outside, lit by a single lamp on the desk that cast long shadows across the canvas walls. Colonel Vaughn was seated behind his field desk, a mountain of paperwork spread out before him in neat, orderly piles. He was a man in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair cropped short and a face that had been carved by years of command, hard lines around his mouth, crow's feet at the corners of his eyes that came from squinting into too many sunrises. He didn't look up when Cassian entered, his attention fixed on a sheaf of papers he was flipping through with practiced efficiency.

‘Sargant. What do I owe the pleasure first thing in the morning?’ Vaughn's voice was dry, almost bored, as he gestured vaguely toward the chair on the other side of his desk without lifting his gaze. ‘Take a seat.’

Cassian snapped a sharp salute, the motion automatic after years of ingrained discipline. ‘Morning, sir. Apologies for the interruption.’

He held the salute until Vaughn gave a dismissive wave, then let his arm drop and lowered himself into the rickety wooden chair across from the CO. The canvas of the seat groaned under his weight, and he shifted, adjusting his posture until his boots were planted firmly on the dirt floor, his knees spread slightly apart, his hands resting on his thighs. He inhaled deeply, letting the breath settle in his chest, and forced himself to meet Vaughn's desk rather than the man himself, giving himself a moment to gather his thoughts.

‘Sir, I just... I need to discuss a personal matter, if you have the time.’

At that, Vaughn's pen paused. He looked up slowly, his grey eyes sharp and assessing, studying Cassian's face for a long moment before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He set the pen down and leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking in protest.

‘Personal?’ Vaughn repeated, as if tasting the word for the first time. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his uniform pulling taut across his shoulders. ‘In the four years I've been your CO, I don't think you've ever come into my tent wanting to discuss anything personal. What's happened? You and Reg finally confessed your feelings for each other?’

The joke landed with a dull thud in the thick air of the tent. Cassian let out a soft, humourless laugh, more out of respect than any real amusement, and shook his head, his eyes dropping to the floor for just a second before meeting Vaughn's gaze again.

‘Not exactly, sir.’ He paused, his throat dry. He swallowed hard, the click audible in the silence. ‘It's erm... I need to request a schedule modification. And to book a few days of leave, if possible, sir.’

Vaughn's expression shifted. The dry humour that had been in his eyes moments ago faded, replaced by something more serious. He straightened in his seat, his arms uncrossing as he placed his hands flat on the desk, fingers splayed.

‘A schedule modification?’ Vaughn's voice was careful, measured. He tilted his head slightly, studying Cassian like a map he was trying to read. ‘That's not a small request, Sargant. What's going on?’

Cassian felt the weight of the question press down on him. He sighed, long and slow, and looked down at the floor in front of his feet. The dirt was packed hard, the colour of old bones, with faint scuff marks from countless boots that had stood in this very spot. He traced the pattern of one of the scuffs with his eyes before forcing himself to lift his head and meet Vaughn's gaze.

‘I erm...’ He paused again, the words sticking in his throat like dry bread. He swallowed again, his Adam's apple bobbing. ‘I received a phone call yesterday. From a woman back home. Someone I've been... involved with recently.’

Vaughn's eyebrows rose just a fraction, but he said nothing, waiting.

Cassian took a shaky breath and pushed on. ‘She's erm... she told me she's pregnant. I'm... I'm going to be a father, sir.’

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and irrevocable. For a long moment, Vaughn simply stared at Cassian with a blank expression, his face an unreadable mask honed by years of command, trained never to show what he was thinking or feeling. The only sound was the distant drone of a generator somewhere outside, the muffled shouts of men on the training grounds.

Then Vaughn leaned back deep into his chair, the springs groaning beneath him. He rubbed his jaw with one hand, his fingers rasping over the stubble that had already grown in since his morning shave. His eyes never left Cassian's face, searching, probing, assessing.

‘When you say 'involved,'’ Vaughn said slowly, his voice deliberate, ‘how long have you been in a relationship with the young lady?’

Cassian felt his stomach drop. He'd been dreading this question, had known it was coming, had rehearsed a dozen different ways to answer it. None of them made it any easier. He wanted to huff, to drop his head into his hands, to sink into the dirt and disappear. But he couldn't. Not here. Not in front of his superior.

He forced himself to keep his posture steady, his hands still on his thighs, his eyes locked with Vaughn's. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, staining his cheeks a deep, mortifying red. There was no stopping it.

‘It's complicated, sir.’

Vaughn's eyebrows rose again, this time a fraction higher. ‘Complicated.’ He repeated the word as if testing its weight. ‘Complicated how, exactly?’

Cassian's jaw tightened. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, the clammy heat of his palms against the rough fabric of his trousers. ‘Sir, I-‘

‘Let me rephrase,’ Vaughn interrupted, his voice taking on a sharper edge. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his hands clasped loosely in front of him. ‘Excuse me for asking this next question, Sargant, but I have to ask it. Are you sure this child is yours? I'm assuming the situation is complicated because this woman is not someone you have a relationship with. So are you sure there's no way she could be mistaken?’

The question hit Cassian like a punch to the chest. He felt a flash of something, anger, defensiveness, hurt, but he pushed it down, forced it away. He held Vaughn's gaze, refusing to flinch, refusing to look away.

‘I'm pretty sure, sir.’ His voice was steady, even if his insides were churning. ‘I don't think she's the kind of girl that would lie about something like this. And the timeline of it all matches up with our night together.’

Vaughn's lips pressed into a thin line, and then a small, sarcastic smile graced his face for just a few seconds. He raised his eyebrows, the expression almost amused, but there was a hardness behind it.

‘’Pretty sure' doesn't seem like enough to request a schedule modification change, Sargant. This isn't a simple thing to be granted. It disrupts the entire rotation, puts stress on the rest of the unit, and requires paperwork that'll take days to process. I need more than 'pretty sure' to justify that.’

Cassian's hands tightened on his thighs, his knuckles whitening. He took a breath, held it, let it out slowly. When he spoke again, his voice was low, deliberate, each word weighted with finality. ‘I'm sure, sir. It is my child. And I'm making this request so I can do the right thing. So I can be there for both of them.’

He held Vaughn's gaze, unwavering, letting the older man see the truth in his eyes, the conviction that burned beneath the anxiety and the fear. For a long, tense moment, the two men stared at each other across the desk, the air thick with unspoken words.

Then Vaughn sighed. It was a long, heavy sound, the kind that carried the weight of too many years, too many decisions, too many young soldiers standing in this very spot with desperate pleas in their eyes. He sat forward, clasping his hands on the desk, his fingers interlocking, and looked at Cassian with something that might have been sympathy or resignation or both.

‘Very well.’ Vaughn's voice was softer now, less sharp. ‘And what type of modification are you hoping for, Sargant? You still have five years contracted to this unit, to this schedule. And I can't imagine that the big wigs at the top are going to be keen to disrupt everything because you forgot everything you learned in school about safe sex.’

The jab was dry, almost teasing, but there was no real malice in it. Vaughn's eyes held a glimmer of something. understanding, perhaps, or the faintest hint of empathy.

Cassian took a steadying breath, the words he'd rehearsed a dozen times crystallizing on his tongue. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely between them as he met Vaughn's gaze with as much resolve as he could muster. The tent canvas rustled faintly in the desert breeze, a distant sound that barely registered against the pounding of his own heart.

‘I need a transfer, sir. A permanent one. To a smaller unit, or a position with less frequent deployments. Something that would allow me to be present for the pregnancy,’ he said, his voice low but firm, each word carefully placed.

Vaughn's eyebrows climbed higher, a slow, deliberate movement that spoke volumes. He didn't interrupt, though, so Cassian pressed on, the words spilling out before he could second-guess himself.

‘Specifically, sir, I need to ship out a few days early when the relief unit arrives. I know it's irregular, but if I could hitch a ride on the helicopter that brings them in, I'd be home in time for her first scan in two weeks…Two weeks from yesterday. I can't miss it, sir. I can't."

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut. Vaughn's face remained impassive, but Cassian caught the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers drummed once against the desk before stilling. The older man let out a long, slow breath through his nose, his eyes never leaving Cassian's face.

‘Let me make sure I understand this correctly,’ Vaughn said, his voice measured, almost cautious. He set down his pen and folded his hands on the desk, leaning forward just slightly. ‘You're asking me to not only approve an early leave, which, by the way, is a nightmare of paperwork and coordination, but to initiate a transfer request that would effectively pull you from this unit and this deployment cycle. You want to be reassigned to a desk job or a training position back home, is that what you're telling me?’

Cassian nodded, his throat tight. ‘Yes, sir. Ideally something on home soil. I know it's a lot to ask, but-‘

‘A lot to ask?’ Vaughn interrupted, a dry, humourless laugh escaping him. He shook his head slowly, rubbing his hand over his jaw again. The chair creaked under his weight as he shifted. ‘Sargant, do you have any idea what you're giving up here? You're one of the best non-commissioned officers I've had under my command. You've got a career ahead of you that most soldiers only dream of. A transfer like this, especially one requested for personal reasons, will put a cap on your advancement. You'll be lucky if you ever see a promotion beyond your current rank again.’

Cassian swallowed hard. He'd known this was coming, had braced himself for it, but hearing it spoken aloud still hit him like a freight train. The heat in the tent felt suffocating suddenly, the smell of dust and canvas pressing in on him. ‘I understand that, sir.’

‘I’m not sure you do’ Vaughn leaned forward, his eyes sharp, drilling into Cassian with an intensity that made the younger man want to look away. But he held his ground, meeting the older man's gaze. ‘General Devaney is conducting assessments this quarter. He's been keeping an eye on you, Sargant. I've heard whispers, he sees potential in you. Potential for a commission, maybe even a spot at the academy. But that kind of opportunity requires full commitment. It requires a soldier who is available, deployable, and unencumbered by personal obligations that could interfere with duty.’

Vaughn paused, letting the words sink in. Cassian felt the weight of them settle on his shoulders like a physical burden, but he didn't waver. His hands tightened in his lap, knuckles whitening for a brief moment before he forced himself to relax.

‘I know, sir. I know what I'm walking away from.’

‘Do you?’ Vaughn repeated, his voice rising just a fraction. The word cracked through the tent like a whip. ‘Because what you're telling me is that you're willing to throw away a career, a damn good one, for a woman you barely know and a child that may or may not be yours.’

Cassian's jaw tightened. He felt a flash of heat rise in his chest, a defensive anger that he had to force down. He drew in a slow breath through his nose, counting to three before he spoke.

‘She's the mother of my child Sir. And I'm sure the child is mine.’

Vaughn held up a hand, cutting him off before he could continue. ‘I'm not questioning your integrity, Sargant. I'm asking you to think carefully. You've had less than twenty-four hours to process this news. You're still in shock. And making life-altering decisions while in shock is rarely a good idea.’

He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking, and let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, more tired.

‘You have to understand where I'm coming from. I've seen too many young soldiers make rash decisions based on emotion and regret them later. I'm not saying this isn't real. I'm not saying you shouldn't step up. But there are ways to do this without torching your entire career.’

Cassian's brow furrowed, a flicker of hope stirring in his chest. ‘What do you mean, sir?’

Vaughn tapped his fingers on the desk, thinking. The rhythmic thud of his fingertips against the wood filled the silence. He looked at Cassian, then at the stack of paperwork beside him, then back at Cassian.

‘Let me see what I can do about getting you home for the scan. I'll arrange for you to hitch a ride with the relief unit's transport. That's doable. Reg can cover your duties for a few days, and the paperwork for a short leave is something I can push through without raising too many eyebrows.’

Relief flickered through Cassian's chest, warm and sudden, but it was short-lived as Vaughn continued.

‘But the transfer? The permanent reassignment?’ Vaughn shook his head slowly, his expression turning grave. ‘I'm not going to submit that request right now. I want you to take your leave, go home, see this woman, attend the scan, and really think about what you want. If, after that, you still feel the same way, come back and talk to me. We'll revisit it then.’

Cassian opened his mouth to protest, the words forming on his tongue, But sir, I know what I want, I've thought about it, I need this, but Vaughn cut him off with a raised hand, palm flat and firm.

‘That's not a no, Sargant. It's a 'wait and think.' You owe it to yourself, and to that child, to make a decision with a clear head, not one driven by panic or guilt. Do you understand me?’

The words hung in the air, heavy and immovable. Cassian felt the fight drain out of him, the adrenaline that had been propelling him forward ebbing away like a tide. He wanted to argue, wanted to push, wanted to make Vaughn see that this wasn't panic, it was certainty. But he knew Vaughn was right. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten properly, hadn't given himself a moment to breathe since Daisy's call. His mind was a storm of fear and hope and dread and making a permanent decision in that state was reckless.

He let out a slow breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. The tension in his neck eased just a fraction. ‘Yes, sir. I understand.’

Vaughn studied him for a long moment, his eyes searching Cassian's face for any sign of defiance or resentment. Whatever he found seemed to satisfy him, because he nodded, a hint of approval flickering in his gaze.

‘Good. I'll submit the leave request today. I'll coordinate with the transport unit to get you on that helicopter when relief arrives. You'll be home in time for the scan.’

‘Thank you, sir.’ Cassian's voice was hoarse, thick with emotion he couldn't quite name.

‘Don't thank me yet.’ Vaughn picked up his pen and pulled a form from the stack on his desk, his attention already shifting back to the paperwork. He scribbled something across the page, the scratch of the pen the only sound in the tent. ‘You still have patrol duty this evening. Go eat something, get some rest. You look like shit, Sargant.’

Cassian let out a soft, humourless laugh and rose to his feet. His legs felt shaky, the weight of the conversation settling into his bones. He snapped a sharp salute, holding it until Vaughn acknowledged it with a distracted wave of his pen.

‘Sir.’

He turned and walked toward the tent flap, his boots heavy on the dirt floor. Each step felt like wading through mud. The canvas parted, and the harsh desert light flooded in, blinding him for a moment. He stepped out into the heat, the sun beating down on his shoulders, and let the flap fall closed behind him.

He stood there for a long moment, blinking in the brightness, his mind churning. The conversation replayed in his head, every word, every pause, every flicker of Vaughn's expression. He had a plan, a partial one at least. He'd be home in two weeks. He'd see Daisy. He'd see the scan. But beyond that, everything was uncertain.

He squared his shoulders, set his jaw, and walked toward the mess tent. There was patrol to get through, and a long night of thinking ahead of him. But for the first time since Daisy's call, he felt a sliver of hope, fragile, tentative, but there nonetheless.

The ground beneath Cassian's boots was hard-packed earth, cracked and dry from weeks without rain. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the yard, turning the dusty browns of the base into shades of amber and gold. Soldiers moved in small clusters between tents, their voices carrying on the warm breeze, but Cassian barely registered any of it. His mind was still in Vaughn's tent, replaying the conversation, turning the colonel's words over and over like stones in his palm. He'd made it maybe fifty paces when he heard the familiar heavy footfall behind him, the rhythmic thud of boots striking the ground at a pace that matched his own. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, firm and familiar, and Brick's voice cut through the haze of his thoughts.

‘Well, look who escaped the lion's den alive,’ Brick said, falling into step beside him. His tone was light, teasing, the easy-going drawl he always used when he was trying to coax Cassian out of a mood. ‘I was starting to think Vaughn had keelhauled you in there. What were you doing with him? Haven't finally killed Ramirez, have you?’

Brick let out a short laugh, nudging Cassian's arm with his elbow. It was the kind of joke they'd shared a hundred times before; Ramirez was the unit's resident pain in the ass. But Cassian didn't laugh. He barely managed a small, tight smile, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead, watching the dust puff up with each step.

Brick's stride faltered for a fraction of a second. He shot a quick sideways glance at Cassian, reading the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets instead of swinging loosely at his sides. Brick had known Cassian for over four years now, had served beside him in three deployments, had seen him through hangovers, heartbreaks, and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that came from forty-eight hours without sleep. He knew the difference between Cassian being tired and Cassian being gutted.

They walked another ten paces in silence, the only sound the scuff of their boots and the distant hum of a generator. Then Brick's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Cassian's bicep, halting him mid-step. Cassian stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and turned to face his friend.

‘What's going on?’ Brick asked. The humour was gone from his voice now, replaced by something quieter, more careful. His eyes searched Cassian's face, looking for cracks in the armour. ‘Cass. Talk to me.’

Cassian let out a long, slow breath, the air escaping his lungs like a leak in a tire. He lifted his gaze to meet Brick's, then immediately looked away again, staring at a point somewhere over Brick's left shoulder, a supply tent, a stack of crates, anything but those worried eyes.

‘Nothing, I just...’ He trailed off, shaking his head. The lie was on his tongue, ready to be spoken I'm fine. Just tired. Vaughn was chewing me out about patrol schedules. But the words died in his throat. Brick knew him too well. Lying to Brick was like trying to hide a fire in a paper bag, pointless and destined to fail.

Cassian's shoulders sagged. He rubbed his hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble that had grown in over the past two days, the grit of desert dust ground into his skin. ‘I…I fucked up’

Brick's eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting from concern to alarm. ‘What do you mean you fucked up? Was that a disciplinary? Did Vaughn put you on report? Shit, Cass, what happened?’

‘No! Shit, no, nothing like that.’ Cassian shook his head quickly, waving a hand. The last thing he needed was Brick thinking he'd done something to jeopardize his career. ‘I just... I mean…’

He paused, the words catching in his throat. He could feel Brick's gaze on him, patient but insistent, waiting for an explanation that Cassian didn't know how to give. He scrubbed his hand over his jaw, then finally forced himself to meet his friend's eyes.

‘I hooked up with some girl a couple months ago. A one-night thing. Didn't think anything of it. And she-‘ He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to budge. ‘She called me last night. Turns out I knocked her up…She's pregnant… and I’m… it’s mine’

The silence that followed was deafening.

Brick stared at him, mouth slightly open, eyes wide and unblinking. For a long, agonizing moment, he didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even seem to breathe. The desert wind whipped between them, carrying the scent of dust and diesel, but neither of them noticed.

Then Brick's face split into a grin, a slow, incredulous, almost disbelieving grin that spread from ear to ear. He closed his eyes and shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips. ,Jesus fucking... So when you said you fucked up, you mean you fucked up!,

Cassian let out a huff of air, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He didn't have the energy to banter, but he couldn't help the small, reluctant twitch at the corner of his mouth. Brick's reaction was so perfectly Brick, finding humour in the middle of a crisis, turning a bombshell into a punchline.

‘You're an asshole,’ Cassian muttered, but there was no heat in it.

‘Yeah, I know.’ Brick clapped him on the shoulder, his grin softening into something warmer. He fell into step beside Cassian again as they resumed walking toward the mess tent, their pace slower now, more deliberate. ‘So what did Vaughn say?’

Cassian kicked a loose stone, watching it skitter across the dirt. ‘He's arranging for me to return with the chopper when the relief unit comes in. Said I can hitch a ride, be home in time for her first scan in two weeks. But in terms of a long-term solution...’ He shook his head, bitterness creeping into his voice. ‘He basically told me to forget it.’

‘Forget what, exactly?’ Brick prompted, steering them around a cluster of soldiers unloading supplies from a truck.

Cassian stopped walking again, turning to face Brick fully. The mess tent was only twenty yards away now, the smell of cooking food wafting toward them, but his appetite had evaporated. ‘I asked for a transfer. Something closer to home. Smaller unit, fewer deployments, anything that means I'm not some piece of shit dad who's never around.’

Brick's grin faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his fatigues stretching across his broad shoulders. ‘And he said no?’

‘Said he wants me to 'think about it.' Go home, talk to her, see the scan, and then decide if I really want to throw away my career.’ Cassian's jaw tightened. ‘He's not wrong. He made a lot of good points. But I… I just need to be closer  to home.’

Brick studied him for a long moment, his head tilted slightly. ‘You really want to do this, huh? Be a dad?’

The question hit Cassian like a punch to the chest. Be a dad. The words echoed in his head, and for a second he wasn't standing in the dusty yard of a military base, he was a kid again, six years old, sitting on the curb outside a rundown apartment while a social worker talked to the landlord. His mother was gone, alcohol abuse, they'd said, and his father was nothing but a name he’d never been told. A man who'd walked out before Cassian had even taken his first breath.

I'm not gonna be him, Cassian thought, the words burning through him like acid. I'm not gonna be the piece of shit who abandons his kid. I'm not gonna leave some woman to raise a child alone, drinking herself into an early grave while her son grows up with nothing but resentment. I'm gonna be there. I'm gonna be different. I'm gonna be better.

He blinked, forcing himself back to the present. Brick was still watching him, waiting for an answer. Cassian met his eyes and spoke slowly, deliberately. ‘Yeah I do…She said she wouldn't come after me for child support’ He paused, his throat tightening. ‘But I can't do that. I won't.’

Brick's expression softened. He stepped forward, placing a hand on Cassian's shoulders. ‘You're a good man, Cass. One of the best I know. And if you want to be a dad, you're gonna be a damn good one.’

Cassian blinked, something hot and unwelcome prickling at the back of his eyes. He looked away, blinking rapidly, and cleared his throat. ‘Thanks, Brick. That means... a lot.’

‘Don't get all sappy on me,’ Brick grinned, stepping back and clapping him on the arm. ‘Come on. Let's get some food in you before patrol. You look like you haven't eaten in a week, and I'm not dragging your sorry ass back to Vaughn if you pass out from hunger.’

Cassian let out a short, genuine laugh, the first one that had come easily in days. ‘Yeah. Food sounds good.’

They started walking again, falling into an easy rhythm side by side. The mess tent loomed ahead, canvas walls flapping in the breeze, voices and the clatter of trays spilling out through the open entrance. As they approached, Brick glanced over at him, a mischievous glint in his eye.

‘So, this girl. Is she hot? What was she like in the sack?’

Cassian let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head. ‘Shut up, dickhead.’

‘I'm just asking! I gotta know what kind of woman managed to knock Mr no strings attached off his game.’

‘Shut. Up.’

Brick laughed, stepping ahead of him to push open the tent flap. ‘Fine, fine. But I'm gonna find out eventually. You know I will.’

‘You'll be waiting a long time,’ Cassian muttered, but a genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

They ducked inside the mess tent, the warm, savoury smell of stew and bread washing over them. Cassian's stomach growled, surprising him. Maybe Brick was right. Maybe he did need to eat. But even as he grabbed a tray and joined the line, his mind was elsewhere, on a girl with nervous hands and a world-changing secret, on a tiny heartbeat he'd see in two weeks, on a future he was determined to build, no matter the cost.

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The two weeks that followed that conversation in the mess tent were a strange, disorienting blur, days that crawled by like molasses in winter, each hour stretching into an eternity, yet somehow the calendar flipped forward with the speed of a flipped coin. Cassian moved through the motions of base life like a ghost wearing a soldier's skin, his body present for drills and patrols and meals, but his mind already airborne, already racing across the ocean to a girl he barely knew and a future he couldn't quite picture.

He stopped seeing Emerie after that phone call. No hard feelings. Just two people who understood that things had changed, and not in a way that left room for quick fucks in supply tents. But that didn't mean Cassian was handling the change well.

He was wound tighter than a spring, his jaw perpetually clenched, his shoulders hunched like he was bracing for a blow that never came. The stress coiled in his gut, a constant knot of anxiety and anticipation that made it hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to focus on anything besides the countdown in his head. He snapped at a private during a training exercise, nothing serious, just a sharp bark to get his head in the game, but the look on the kid's face told Cassian he needed to dial it back. He wasn't the only one on edge, but he was the only one carrying a secret that felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

At night, when the barracks fell silent and the only sounds were the distant hum of generators and the occasional cough from a bunkmate, Cassian lay on his cot with his hands behind his head, staring up at the canvas ceiling. He replayed the phone call with Daisy over and over, her voice trembling as she blurted out the words he'd never expected to hear. I'm pregnant, Cass. The echo of those words was seared into his brain, a brand he couldn't scrub out. He'd responded the right way, he thought he had, but doubt crept in like a cold draft. Had he sounded sincere enough? Had he scared her off with his silence? He'd told her he'd be there, told her he'd support her, told her he'd come home for the scan. But was that enough? Would it ever be enough?

The thought of his own father flickered through his mind like a candle in a storm. He didn't know the man's name, didn't know his face, didn't know anything except that he'd left before Cassian was born. Left his mother to raise a kid alone. Left her to drink herself into an early grave while her son grew up alone. The bitterness was old and familiar, a scar he'd carried so long it felt like part of his skin. He clenched his fists in the dark, feeling the anger rise, hot and useless. I'm not him. I won't be him. I'll be there for every fucking scan, every doctor's appointment, every school play and broken bone and stupid fight. I'll be there.

The resolve hardened like steel in his chest. But the anxiety didn't fade. If anything, it sharpened.

The calls with Daisy were few and short—she was busy, he was busy, and the time difference made scheduling a nightmare. But they managed three conversations over the two weeks, each one stilted and awkward in that way only two strangers trying to navigate a life-altering secret could be. She told him about the nausea easing, about her classes, about how Sarah had figured it out and was helping her pick out names. Cassian listened, offered small encouragements, and tried not to sound as terrified as he felt.

‘I'll be back a day before the scan,’ he told her during one of their few phone calls. He was sitting on the edge of his cot, the phone pressed to his ear, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. ‘We can get breakfast. Talk about everything properly. Figure out what comes next, how we tell your parents’

‘You don't have to-‘ she started, but he cut her off.

‘I want to, Daisy. I want to be there… you shouldn’t have to do that by yourself’

She was quiet for a moment, and he could hear her breathing, could almost picture her biting her lip the way she did when she was nervous. ‘Okay,’ she said finally, her voice soft.

They'd agreed on a diner near her place, a little greasy spoon that served pancakes the size of dinner plates and coffee so strong it could strip paint. It was neutral ground, unremarkable, and that was exactly what they needed. No pressure. No expectations. Just two people sharing a meal and trying to figure out how to be parents.

Now, on the morning of his departure, Cassian stood in front of his bunk, a duffel bag open on the thin mattress, mentally ticking off items as he packed. Uniforms. Toiletries. A worn paperback he'd been meaning to finish for months. A pair of civilian jeans and a t-shirt for when he headed home. He folded the shirt carefully, smoothing out the wrinkles, then paused, staring at the fabric as if it held the answers to questions he hadn't thought to ask.

The barracks were quiet, but not empty. Most of the lower enlisted men were already up and moving, packing their own gear for the departure in a few days. The atmosphere was lighter than usual, jokes tossed across bunks, the clatter of boots, the smell of instant coffee, but there was an undercurrent of tension that came with any rotation. The sergeants from Cassian's unit were a mixed bag: most were fine, professional, focused on the handover. But Sergeant Graham from the logistics platoon was a different story. He'd be staying behind for another three weeks with his own crew, handling the supply chain transition, and he'd been in a foul mood about it since the rotation schedule dropped. Graham had never met a piece of good news he couldn't sour with a sarcastic comment, and seeing a fellow sergeant heading out early while he was stuck in the dust and heat grated on him like sand in a boot.

No one liked Graham. He was the kind of man who got off on flexing rank he'd earned through longevity rather than merit, who turned every minor interaction into a contest of wills, who had a sneer permanently etched onto his face like a scar. His eyes were small and cold, always scanning for someone to needle, someone to drag down to his level. When he walked into a room, the energy shifted, jokes died, eyes dropped, spines stiffened. He was an asshole, and everyone knew it.

So when Graham's heavy footsteps echoed through the barracks, Cassian didn't need to look up to know who it was. He recognized the rhythm, the deliberate weight of each step, the way the floorboards groaned under his bulk. Cassian kept his eyes on his duffel, zipping it shut with a practiced motion, hoping, praying, that Graham would just walk past. That he'd find someone else to torment, someone else to ruin.

No such luck.

‘Well, well, well.’ Graham's voice was a gravelly drawl, dripping with false cheer. ‘Look who's all packed up and ready to go. Off to greener pastures, Sergeant?’

Cassian straightened slowly, turning to face him. Graham stood just inside the entrance, arms crossed over his barrel chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Behind him, a few other soldiers, lower enlisted from Graham's own unit, had gone quiet, watching the scene unfold with wary eyes. A couple of them exchanged glances, then quickly busied themselves with their own gear, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

‘Something like that, Graham,’ Cassian said, keeping his voice level. He slung the duffel over his shoulder, adjusting the weight.

‘Oh, it's Sergeant Graham to you, Cole,’ Graham snapped, his smirk narrowing into a sneer. ‘We hold the same rank, but that doesn't mean you get to forget protocol. Or did they not teach you manners while you were out there with those dogs?’

Cassian's jaw tightened. He bit back the first retort that came to mind, something about Graham's breath smelling like coffee and resentment, and forced himself to stay calm. ‘My apologies. Sergeant Graham.’ The title came out clipped, sarcastic, but he didn't care. ‘Is there something you need, or are you just here to piss me off’

Graham's eyes narrowed, the smirk returning. ‘I'm here because I want to know what kind of strings you pulled to get an early ticket out. The rotation schedule's been set for months, and suddenly you're gone like smoke. Must be nice, having friends in high places.’

Cassian met his gaze, refusing to flinch. ‘It's a personal matter. The CO approved it.’

‘Personal matter.’ Graham repeated the words like they were a joke, his smirk widening. ‘Must be some personal matter. What, you got a  girlfriend waiting with her legs open that we don’t know about? Or did you just charm the right person in the command tent?’ He took a step closer, his boots scuffing against the wooden floor. ‘I've been in this army for eighteen years. I've seen every trick in the book. And I know a snow job when I smell one. So what's the real deal?’

The heat flared in Cassian's chest, that familiar, dangerous heat that he'd been fighting to keep under control for two weeks. He took a breath, counted to three, forced his voice to stay even. ‘The real deal is none of your business. My leave was approved by the CO. That's all you need to know.’

‘All I need to know?’ Graham scoffed, shaking his head. ‘I think I need to know a lot more. See, while you're off playing hooky, the rest of us, your brothers in arms, are stuck here scrubbing this shithole for the relief. We get to eat dust for three more weeks while you're back home, comfortable, probably getting your dick wet. Tell me how that's fair.’

Cassian's hands curled into fists at his sides. The heat was rising, spreading through his chest and down into his arms, his fingers itching to connect with something. He could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on him, the weight of their attention. He didn't want to make a scene, didn't want to give Graham the satisfaction, but the bastard was pushing every button he had.

‘Look’ Cassian said, his voice low and tight. ‘You got your orders. I got mine. End of story.’

‘End of story?’ Graham laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. ‘No, see, I don't think it is. I think you pulled something, and I think the CO is covering for you. That makes me wonder what kind of leverage you've got. Or maybe you're just the golden boy, the one everybody likes, the one who gets the easy ride while the rest of us carry the weight.’ He stepped closer, close enough that Cassian could smell the stale coffee on his breath, could see the flecks of irritation in his cold eyes. ‘Tell me, Cass, what's it like, knowing you don't have to earn your way? That you can just waltz out of here while real soldiers do the hard shit?’

The words hit Cassian like a slap. His vision tunnelled, narrowing to Graham's smug face, the sneer, the condescension dripping from every syllable. The anger that had been simmering for two weeks boiled over, hot and blinding. He dropped the duffel, the thud echoing in the sudden silence, and stepped into Graham's space, his face inches from the other sergeant's.

‘You don't know a goddamn thing about me,’ Cassian growled, his voice shaking with barely contained fury. ‘You don't know what I've earned, what I've carried. So shut your mouth before I shut it for you.’

Graham's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, he hadn't expected this, hadn't expected Cassian to push back so hard, but he recovered quickly, his smirk returning. ‘Oh, look at that. The puppy's got teeth. What're you gonna do? Huh? Throw a punch? Go ahead. I'd love to see you try. Two sergeants going at it, that'll look great on your record. They'll probably give us both a nice long vacation in the brig. Real smart move.’

Cassian's fist was already clenching, his arm drawing back, the muscles in his shoulder coiling like a snake ready to strike. He could picture it, the satisfying crunch of his knuckles against Graham's jaw, the way the bastard would stagger back, the look of shock on his ugly face. It would feel so good, so fucking good-

A hand clamped down on his wrist, yanking his arm back before the punch could land.

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’ Brick's voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. He stepped between Cassian and Graham, his broad shoulders blocking the other sergeant from view. His grip on Cassian's wrist was iron, unyielding. ‘Easy, Cass. Pricks not worth it.’

‘Get off me,’ Cassian snarled, trying to shake him off. ‘He's been running his fucking mouth-‘

‘I know. I heard.’ Brick's eyes were locked on Cassian's, steady and calm. He didn't let go. ‘And you're gonna let it slide. Because if you throw that punch, you don't get on that chopper. You don't go home. You're in the brig, and Graham wins. Is that what you want?’

The words hit home. Cassian's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back. He could feel the anger trying to claw its way out, could feel the heat in his blood screaming at him to fight, to hit, to break something. But Brick's grip was steady, his voice a lifeline in the storm.

‘Get this dickhead out of my face’ Cassian finally ground out, his voice hoarse. "Before I put him in the ground instead’

‘Good.’ Brick nodded once, then released his wrist. He turned to face Graham, and his expression hardened into something cold and threatening. ‘You. Fuck off. Go be a prick somewhere else. I’ve got no qualms about giving you a run around the block. I’ve just pissed the Mrs off so a week in the brig sounds like a fucking vacation. This is done. You hear me?’

Graham's face twisted with fury, his fists clenching at his sides. For a long, tense moment, no one moved. The air in the barracks was thick, heavy, waiting for someone to break. Then Graham spat on the ground. a wet, deliberate gesture, and turned on his heel, stalking out of the barracks without another word.

The silence stretched for a beat, then two, before the other soldiers slowly went back to their business, the tension bleeding out of the room like air from a punctured tire. Brick let out a long breath, running a hand over his face.

‘You okay?’ he asked, his voice softer now.

Cassian stared at the door where Graham had disappeared, his jaw tight. He bent down and picked up his duffel, slinging it back over his shoulder.

‘Fine.’ The word came out clipped, sharp. ‘Thanks.’

Brick clapped him on the shoulder, the gesture firm but reassuring. ‘Don't mention it. Come on. Let's get you to that chopper before something else goes wrong.’

The engine of Cassian's truck ticked and groaned as it cooled, the sound loud in the sudden quiet of the late afternoon. He sat behind the wheel for a long moment, both hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him to the earth. The drive had been three hours of white-knuckled focus, the highway blurring past in a haze of dust and fading light, his mind churning through possibilities and outcomes like a washing machine on an endless cycle. He'd replayed the conversation with Daisy a dozen times, replayed the look on Brick's face, replayed the near fight with Graham until his jaw ached from clenching.

Now he was here. Azriel's apartment building. Home base for his brothers when they weren't scattered across the city or continent or whatever godforsaken corner of the world their jobs took them to.

The building was unremarkable, a squat, four-story walk-up with brick that had faded from red to a tired brown over the decades. A few scraggly bushes lined the entrance, fighting for survival in the thin strip of dirt between the sidewalk and the wall. A bicycle leaned against the railing, missing its front wheel. The windows on the third floor were dark, but Cassian knew which one was Azriel's: the one with the cracked window screen that Azriel kept meaning to fix and never got around to.

Cassian let out a long breath, the air shuddering out of his lungs. He flexed his fingers, unclenching them from the wheel, and reached for the door handle. The metal was warm from the sun, the latch clicking open with a familiar sound. He swung his legs out, boots hitting the pavement, and stood, stretching his back with a grimace. The drive had stiffened him up, adrenaline and caffeine keeping him going until the moment he stopped, and now the exhaustion was creeping in.

He grabbed his duffel from the passenger seat, the same one he'd packed that morning, the same one that had nearly been the catalyst for a fistfight, and slung it over his shoulder. The weight was grounding, familiar. He shut the truck door with a soft thud, locked it out of habit, and turned to face the building.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, painting everything in shades of amber and gold. The air smelled like asphalt and the faint, sweet scent of someone's barbecue drifting from a few blocks over. Somewhere, a dog barked. A kid laughed. Normal sounds. Everyday sounds. Sounds that belonged to a world where Cassian wasn't carrying a secret that could upend everything.

He stood there for a moment; feet planted on the cracked pavement and let the silence settle around him. The building loomed ahead, its entrance a dark rectangle beneath a faded awning. Azriel's apartment was on the third floor, door 3B. The lock clicked open with a familiar ease, the deadbolt sliding back as Cassian turned his key. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the scent of Azriel's apartment washing over him, a mix of leather from the worn couch, old books, and the faint, lingering trace of whatever Azriel had been cooking the night before. The place was silent. No hum of the TV, no clatter of pans, no voice calling out a greeting.

Cassian shut the door behind him, the thud echoing in the stillness. He dropped his duffel by the entryway and stood there for a moment, letting the quiet settle around him. The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, casting long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. Dust motes floated lazily in the light. The apartment looked exactly as it always did, Azriel's jacket draped over the back of a chair, a half-empty mug on the coffee table, a stack of books on the floor by the armchair. But it felt emptier without him here.

He pulled out his phone, thumbing to his messages. Azriel's reply from earlier was still there: Working late. Meet me and Rhys at O'Malley's around eight?

Cassian had typed back a quick Yeah, see you then before pocketing his phone and starting the drive. He glanced at the time now, just past five-thirty. He had a couple of hours to kill. A shower sounded good. Food sounded better. The drive had left him feeling grimy, his muscles tight, his mind still racing from the confrontation with Graham and the long stretch of highway that had given him far too much time to think.

He walked through the living room into the small kitchen, flicking on the light. The counter was clean except for a cutting board and a knife, a half-chopped onion left abandoned. Azriel must have been prepping dinner before he got called in. Cassian opened the fridge, peering inside. Leftovers, eggs, a carton of milk, some vegetables. He grabbed a beer from the bottom shelf, twisting off the cap, and took a long pull. The cold bitterness was grounding.

He leaned against the counter, the bottle dangling from his fingers, and let his gaze wander around the room. He'd spent countless hours in this apartment, crashing on the couch after nights out, nursing hangovers at the kitchen table, hashing out problems with Azriel over cheap whiskey. It was a safe place. A brother's place. And now he was about to bring news that would shake that safety to its core.

I got a girl pregnant.

The words echoed in his skull, a refrain he couldn't shake. He'd said them out loud to Brick, to Emerie, to the CO. But saying them to his brothers—to Azriel and Rhys, the two people who knew him better than anyone—that was a different kind of weight. They'd been there for every mistake he'd ever made, every bad decision, every time he'd stumbled and fallen. They'd propped him up, called him an idiot, and then bought him a drink. But this wasn't a drunken fight or a lost job or a broken heart. This was a life. A child. His child.

He took another swig of beer, draining half the bottle in one go, and set it down on the counter. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a message from Daisy.

Daisy: How was the drive?

A small smile tugged at his mouth. He typed back:  Cassian: Long as hell. But I made it in one piece. Barely.

Her reply came a few seconds later:  Daisy: Barely? What, didn’t fall into a strip club did you?

Cassian: Nah. Just missed my bed. And maybe a certain someone's company.

Cassian stared at the message after he sent it, wondering if he'd pushed too far. But Daisy's response came quickly.

Daisy: Smooth, soldier. Real smooth. I'm sure you say that to all the girls you knock up.

He laughed out loud, actually laughed, the sound surprising him in the quiet kitchen. He could picture her saying it, that wry humour in her voice that he'd caught glimpses of during their phone calls.

Cassian: Only the ones who let me buy them breakfast, he shot back.

Daisy: Lucky me. So you're at your brothers now?

Cassian: Yeah. Place is empty. He's at work until later. Gives me time to shower and mentally prepare for tonight.

Daisy: Mentally prepare? You make it sound like you're going into battle.

Cassian: Aren't I?

There was a pause before her next message, long enough that he wondered if he'd said something wrong. But then his phone buzzed again.

Daisy: You've got this.

He read the words twice, something warm settling in his chest. He typed: 

Cassian: I’m not so sure.

Daisy: You’ll be fine! Get something to eat and go shower. You probably smell like a truck stop.

Cassian: Rude. But accurate.

Daisy: I know. Text me after. I want to hear how it went.

Cassian: I will. Promise.

He pocketed the phone, the smile lingering on his face. She had a way of cutting through the tension, of making him forget for a moment how heavy everything felt. He pushed off from the counter, finished the last of his beer, and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin. He headed for the bathroom, stripping off his shirt as he went.

The shower was small, the water pressure mediocre, but the heat felt good against his tired muscles. He stood under the spray longer than necessary, letting the water run over his face and shoulders, trying to wash away the tension. The steam filled the small space, and he closed his eyes, letting his mind drift.

When he finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, he caught his reflection in the foggy mirror. The same face he'd seen every day for the past twenty-six years, but something felt different. He looked the same, scruffy jaw, tired eyes, the scar above his brow from a childhood fight with Rhys. But there was a weight behind his gaze now, a gravity that hadn't been there before. He was going to be someone's father. The thought still sent a jolt through him, equal parts terror and wonder.

He dressed in a clean t-shirt and jeans, running a hand through his damp hair. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, his phone. The apartment was still quiet, the shadows growing longer as the sun dipped lower. He had maybe an hour before he needed to head to O'Malley's. Enough time to grab something to eat, maybe grab a quick bite at the diner down the street.

Cassian grabbed his jacket from where he'd draped it over the back of the couch. He paused at the door, taking one last look around the empty apartment. The silence felt heavy, expectant, as if the walls themselves were waiting for the words he'd speak tonight. He let out a breath, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him.

His phone buzzed again as he walked down the stairs. He pulled it out. Daisy.

Daisy: Don't be too hard on yourself tonight. Whatever happens. You’ve one nothing wrong. Except maybe breaking my bed 😉

He grinned, typing back: Cassian: You're never going to let that go, are you?

Daisy: Nope. Consider it payback for all the stress you've caused me.

Cassian: Fair enough. I'll accept my punishment.

Daisy: So you should! Let me know how it goes and if you need anything

He pocketed the phone, the warmth of her words settling into his bones as he stepped out onto the street. The walk to O'Malley's was short, three blocks through streets that were just beginning to stir with evening activity. The air was cool, the sun a fading orange glow on the horizon. Cassian walked with his hands in his pockets, his mind churning through scenarios, rehearsing conversations that he knew wouldn't go the way he imagined.

He could see the bar now, the familiar red-brick building with a neon sign that flickered in the growing dusk. He slowed his pace, the weight of the evening pressing down on his shoulders.  He stopped a few feet from the door, his hand hovered over the handle of the heavy wooden door and it groaned as Cassian pushed it open, the familiar warm glow of O'Malley's spilling out onto the street. The smell hit him first, old wood, spilled beer, the faint tang of fryer oil from the kitchen. A jukebox played somewhere in the back, some country song he vaguely recognized, the melody fighting against the low hum of conversation. The place was busy but not packed, a mix of regulars hunched over the bar and clusters of friends at tables, their laughter rising and falling like the tide.

Cassian's eyes swept the room, scanning past the pool tables, past the row of stools at the counter, until they landed on the far corner. A small table, tucked against the exposed brick wall, half-hidden in shadow. And there, sitting with his back to the wall, was Rhys.

He looked the same as always, dark hair tousled, sharp features softened by a lazy grin as he scrolled through his phone. A half-empty pint sat in front of him, and another full one waited on the opposite side of the table, condensation already beading on the glass. A third beer sat untouched beside it, clearly saved for Azriel.

Cassian crossed the room, weaving between tables and sidestepping a server carrying a tray of shots. Rhys looked up as he approached, and that grin widened into something genuine, something warm. He stood, pushing his chair back, and met Cassian halfway.

‘Cass,’ Rhys said, his voice rough with affection. He pulled him into a hug, one arm wrapping around Cassian's shoulders, the other clapping him hard on the back, the same greeting he'd given Cassian every time he came home for as long as he could remember. ‘About time you got here. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost.’

Cassian returned the embrace, the familiar solidness of his brother grounding him in a way nothing else could. ‘Three hours on the road, Rhys. You know how boring that stretch of highway is? I almost fell asleep twice.’

‘Should've called me. Could’ve caught you up on the drama series that is my life’

‘Don't tempt me,’ Cassian said, pulling back and taking the seat Rhys gestured to. He grabbed the waiting beer, lifting it in a silent toast before taking a long pull. The cold, bitter taste settled him. ‘Thanks for this.’

‘I figured you'd need it,’ Rhys said, dropping back into his chair. He picked up his own glass, taking a sip. ‘Long drive, long week, long deployment. How are you holding up?’

Cassian shrugged, the motion easy, practiced. ‘Same shit, different day. You know how it is.’

‘I do,’ Rhys said, studying him with those sharp violet eyes that always seemed to see too much. But tonight, mercifully, they didn't linger. Rhys leaned back, his grin returning. ‘But you're home now. That's what matters. How long you got?’

‘Couple weeks. Maybe more, depending on how things shake out.’ Cassian took another drink, buying himself time. He could feel the weight of the secret pressing against his ribs, begging to be released. But not yet. Not while Rhys was smiling like this, not while the night was still light. He had to ease into it. ‘So. How are they? Feyre and the little guy?’

Rhys's face transformed. It was like watching the sun break through clouds, his whole demeanour shifted, his eyes lighting up, his grin softening into something almost foolish. He reached for his phone, already unlocking it, already scrolling.

‘Cassian.’ His voice dropped, reverent. ‘You have no idea. You have no idea what it's like. I mean, I thought I was prepared. I read the books, I went to the classes, I talked to every parent I know. But nothing, nothing, prepares you for holding your own kid in your arms.’

Cassian smiled, genuine. ‘That good, huh?’

‘That good,’ Rhys confirmed, turning his phone around. The screen glowed with a photo of Feyre, her hair pulled back, dark circles under her eyes, but beaming as she cradled a tiny bundle wrapped in blue. A shock of dark hair peeked out from under the blanket. ‘That was the day we brought him home. He was two days old. Look at him, Cass. Look at those cheeks.’

‘He's got your hair,’ Cassian observed, leaning in.

‘And Feyre's nose, thank the gods. If he'd inherited mine, the poor kid would never hear the end of it.’ Rhys swiped to the next photo. ‘This is him at one week. He slept through the whole photo shoot, wouldn't open his eyes once. Feyre was so frustrated, she-‘ He laughed, shaking his head. ‘Here. Look at this one.’

The photos kept coming. Nyx in his crib, starfish-armed and peaceful. Nyx swaddled like a burrito, only his face visible. Nyx being held by Feyre's sister, Nesta, who looked both terrified and oddly enchanted. Nyx with a tiny hat that had little wolf ears on it. Nyx with his entire fist in his mouth, eyes wide and confused.

‘He's already got your stubborn streak,’ Cassian said, pointing at one where Nyx was glaring at the camera with an expression so purely Rhys that it made him laugh.

‘Oh, you have no idea. The kid refuses to sleep unless he's being held. The moment you put him down, he screams like you've committed a war crime. Feyre and I have been taking shifts just to get any rest. Last night, I was up until three because he decided that my heartbeat was acceptable but hers was not. I had to walk him around the apartment for two hours while he stared at me like I was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.’

‘Sounds exhausting.’

‘It is exhausting.’ Rhys's grin didn't waver. ‘But then he falls asleep, and his little face goes all soft, and he makes these tiny sounds, like a kitten or something, and I forget every second of it. I'd do it all over again. A thousand times.’

Cassian watched his brother, something aching and tender twisting in his chest. He'd known Rhys wanted this, had known for years. Rhys had talked about having a family since they were teenagers, had mapped out his life with a certainty that Cassian had always envied. And now here he was, living it. Thriving in it.

That could be me.

The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. He blinked, the bar noise fading for a moment as he imagined himself sitting where Rhys was, phone in hand, showing off photos of his own kid. Telling stories about sleepless nights and spit-up and tiny fists closing around his finger. He tried to picture Daisy in Feyre's place, tried to imagine her holding a baby—their baby—with that same exhausted, radiant smile.

He couldn't.

The image wouldn't form. It was like trying to see through fog, like reaching for something just beyond his grasp. He didn't know what Daisy looked like with a baby. He didn't know what their baby would look like. He didn't know anything about the life that was barrelling toward him, and the sheer unknown of it pressed down on him, heavy and suffocating.

Cassian took a long drink of his beer, forcing the thoughts down. Not now. He couldn't spiral now.

‘-and then he projectile-vomited all over Feyre's new sweater. I'm talking across the room, Cass. I didn't even know babies could do that. She just sat there, covered in it, and started laughing. Laughing! I thought she'd lost her mind.’

Cassian forced himself back into the conversation, a laugh escaping him, genuine if a little strained. ‘She's a keeper, that one.’

‘She's the best thing that ever happened to me.’ Rhys's voice softened, his gaze dropping to his phone, where a photo of Feyre sleeping with Nyx on her chest glowed on the screen. ‘I don't know what I did to deserve her. Or him. I just... I look at them, and I can't believe this is my life.’

Cassian's throat tightened. He looked down at his beer, watching the condensation drip down the glass. ‘You deserve it, Rhys. You always have.’

‘You're biased.’

‘Maybe.’ Cassian looked up, meeting his brother's eyes. ‘But that doesn't make it less true.’

Rhys smiled, that familiar, lopsided grin. ‘Alright, enough sap. Tell me about you. How was the deployment? Any close calls? Any wild stories?’

Cassian opened his mouth, ready to deflect, to spin some tale about a near-miss or a stupid bet he'd won. But before he could form the words, the bar's door swung open, letting in a gust of cool evening air and the sound of traffic. Both brothers turned to look.

Azriel moved through the doorway, silhouetted against the dim streetlight. He was still in his work clothes, dusty work cargos and a dark button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his hair slightly mussed as if he'd been running his hands through it. He spotted them immediately, his expression shifting from tired to resigned amusement as he made his way over.

‘Sorry I'm late,’ he said, sliding into the empty seat and grabbing the waiting beer before either of them could speak. He took a long pull, draining nearly half the glass in one go, then set it down with a heavy sigh. ‘Johnny kept me an extra hour. Some piece of shit Subaru rolled in.’

‘Of course he did,’ Rhys said, shaking his head. ‘Does that man ever let anyone go home on time?’

‘Only if you're dead,’ Azriel muttered, but there was no heat in it. He turned to Cassian, his dark eyes scanning him with that quiet intensity he was known for. ‘Good to see you, Cass. You look like shit.’

‘Good to see you too,’ Cassian replied, the familiar rhythm of their banter settling something in his chest. ‘Missed you too.’

Azriel's lips twitched, the ghost of a smile. He leaned back in his chair, cradling his beer. ‘Alright. What did I miss?’

Bottom of Form

The three of them settled into the easy rhythm of old friends, of brothers. The bar hummed around them, a comfortable backdrop of clinking glasses and murmured conversations. Rhys leaned back in his chair, nursing his beer, while Azriel cradled his own, the condensation dripping onto the scarred wood of the table.

‘So,’ Rhys said, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief, ‘you said you had news, Az. Spill it.’

Azriel's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. He set his beer down, his fingers tracing the rim of the glass as if he were buying time. Then he looked up, meeting both their gazes. ‘I'm going to propose to Gwyn.’

The words hung in the air for a beat, and then Rhys's face split into a grin so wide it nearly cracked his cheeks. He leaned forward, slapping the table with his palm.

‘No shit? No shit, Az? You're actually doing it?’

‘I'm actually doing it,’ Azriel confirmed, his voice soft but certain. ‘I've been sitting on the ring for three months. Couldn't find the right moment. Couldn't find the right words. But I'm done waiting.’

Cassian felt a genuine smile tug at his own lips, the warmth of his brother's happiness cutting through the fog in his head. He reached across the table, clapping Azriel on the shoulder.

‘Good for you, man. She's gonna say yes. I’m happy for you brother’

‘You don't know that,’ Azriel said, but there was a lightness in his tone, a hint of hope he rarely let show.

‘Come on man, we all know she’s going to say yes’ Rhys interjected, pointing at him with his beer bottle. ‘I've seen the way she looks at you. She's been looking at you like that since the day you met. You could propose with a ring pop and she'd still cry and say yes.’

Azriel huffed a laugh, shaking his head. ‘I'm not proposing with a ring pop. I have standards. Although it would’ve been a hell of a lot cheaper’

‘Alright, alright. Tell us everything,’ Rhys said, settling back, his eyes bright with anticipation. ‘Where? When? How? I want details, Az. The whole damn plan.’

Azriel took a breath, his fingers still tracing the rim of his glass. He seemed to gather himself, the same way he did before a difficult op, and then he began.

‘There's this trail up in the mountains,’ he said, his voice low, almost reverent. ‘About an hour outside the city. Gwyn's been talking about it for months, she saw it in some hiking magazine, said she wanted to go before the snow hits. I've been scouting it for weeks. There's a lookout point about halfway up, a clearing with a view of the whole valley. The sun sets right behind it. I've timed it.’

Rhys was practically vibrating in his seat. ‘You sap’

‘I told her we're going on a hike next Saturday. She thinks it's just a day trip. I've got a friend who's going to set up a picnic at the lookout before we get there, hang around and get some photos. Nothing too fancy, she'd hate anything over-the-top. Just a blanket, some of those pastries she likes from the bakery on Elm, a bottle of wine.’ He paused, his eyes softening. ‘And the ring. I'm going to do it there, right as the sun starts to dip below the ridge. I've practiced what I'm going to say about a hundred times, but I know I'll forget it the moment I get down on one knee.’

Cassian listened, the image forming in his mind. Azriel, the quietest of them, the one who kept his cards so close to his chest, laying himself bare in a mountain clearing at sunset. It was beautiful. It was right.

‘She's going to lose her shit,’ Cassian said, his voice rough.

‘You think?’ Azriel asked, and for a moment he looked almost vulnerable, almost young.

‘I know,’ Cassian said firmly. ‘You've had that woman besotted with you since the day you met her.’

Rhys nodded, his grin softening into something more genuine. ‘You deserve this. You deserve her.’

Azriel looked down at his beer, a faint flush creeping up his neck. ‘Thanks. That means... it means a lot.’

‘Alright, enough mushy shit,’ Rhys said, waving a hand. ‘What about the ring? Did you pick it out yourself, or did you have help?’

‘I picked it out myself,’ Azriel said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small velvet box, holding it in his palm like it was made of glass. He flipped it open, revealing a simple gold band with a single, brilliant Sapphire, elegant, understated, perfect for Gwyn. ‘What do you think?’

Rhys let out a low whistle. ‘Christ, how much did you drop on that?! That's beautiful’

‘Fuck if she says no I’ll marry you’ Cassian agreed, leaning in to examine the ring. ‘I’ll even let you be the husband in the marriage’

‘Dickhead’ Azriel said, both Rhys and Cassian burst out laughing.

The conversation drifted, flowing easily from Azriel's proposal plans to Rhys's latest stories about Nyx, the time he'd peed on Feyre during a diaper change, the way he'd wrapped his entire tiny hand around Rhys's finger, the sound he made when he was dreaming, like a little squeaky toy. Rhys recounted each detail with the fervour of a man completely, utterly in love with his new life, and Azriel listened with a quiet smile, interjecting with questions, laughing at the right moments.

Cassian participated, too. He asked the right questions, made the right jokes. But somewhere between Azriel describing the exact shade of the sunset he was hoping for and Rhys miming the way Nyx had projectile-vomited across the room, Cassian's mind began to drift. He was still looking at his brothers, still nodding along, but his thoughts had slipped away, pulling him under like a riptide.

What if it was a girl?

A girl dad.

The phrase surfaced in his mind, unbidden. He turned it over, testing its weight. A girl dad. He'd known a few over the years, men who'd raised daughters, who'd braided hair and painted nails and sat through endless princess movies. He'd never pictured himself in that role. He was too rough around the edges, too loud, too much. What did he know about raising a little girl? About teaching her to be strong without making her hard, about protecting her without smothering her?

Tea parties. Tiny plastic cups. Pink frosting on his fingers.

He tried to picture it: a little girl with Daisy's eyes, warm, curious, sitting across from him at a plastic table, demanding he try another sip of her imaginary tea. He'd have to wear a crown. He'd have to use his gruffest voice to announce that the tea was delicious, Your Highness. And she'd giggle, that high, pure sound that only children could make, and he'd feel like he'd won the lottery.

But could he do that? Could he be soft enough for that? Or would he fuck it up, the way his own father had fucked up, the way his father's father had fucked up, a long, unbroken chain of men who didn't know how to be gentle?

Or a boy.

The thought shifted, and the image changed. A boy, dark-haired like him, with a grin that was already too mischievous for his own good. He saw himself in the backyard—some backyard, he didn't know where, sweating in the summer heat, wrestling with a small, wiry body that kept springing back up no matter how many times he pretended to pin him down. The boy would laugh, that breathless, joyful sound, and he'd shout, Again, Dad! Again! And Cassian would lung at him, scoop him up, spin him around until they were both dizzy and collapsing onto the grass.

Water fights. Running through the sprinkler. Squealing with laughter.

The image was so vivid, so sharp, that it ached. He could almost feel the sun on his skin, hear the water splashing, smell the cut grass. It was perfect. It was everything he'd never let himself want.

But then the image flickered, and he saw the empty spaces in it.

Where was Daisy?

He tried to place her in the scene. Was she sitting on the porch, watching them with a towel over her shoulder, a smile on her face? Was she inside, making lemonade, calling them in for lunch? Or was she somewhere else entirely, a separate house, a separate life, a stranger who happened to share a child with him?

He didn't know. He couldn't see her face in that dream, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.

Maybe I should try. Maybe we should give it a go.

The thought felt desperate, even inside his own head. Seven years. She was seven years younger than him. That wasn't nothing. At twenty-two, she was still figuring out who she was, still building her life. At twenty-nine, he was supposed to have his shit together or at least be closer to it than he actually was. What did they have in common? What would they talk about over dinner, beyond the kid they'd made by accident?

But she's pregnant with my kid. That has to mean something. That has to count for something.

He thought about the old-school solution, the one his grandmother would have prescribed. You get a girl knocked up, you marry her. That's how it's done. You step up. You make an honest woman of her.

Marriage. The word felt heavy, foreign. He'd never thought about marriage before, not seriously, not for himself. It was something other people did. Rhys and Feyre. Azriel and Gwyn, soon. But Cassian? He was the wild card, the one who'd always been on the move, the one who didn't settle. The idea of standing at an altar, of making vows he'd have to keep for the rest of his life, of tying himself to someone he barely knew...

But if I don't, she'll think I'm going to abandon her. She'll think I'm going to be like my old man.

The thought curdled in his stomach. He knew what that felt like, the waiting, the hoping, the slow, crushing realization that the person who was supposed to show up never would. He'd been on the receiving end of that. He'd promised himself he'd never make anyone feel that way.

So maybe I should just ask her. ‘Hey, I know we don't know each other, but we're having a baby, so do you want to get married?’

Even in his head, it sounded insane. It sounded like a recipe for disaster. But the alternative, the cold, hollow image of shared custody, of dropped-off weekends and phone calls that grew shorter over time, felt even worse.

Cassian's chest tightened. His beer sat forgotten in front of him, the condensation pooling on the table. He stared at it, unseeing, his mind churning through possibilities, none of them clear, none of them safe. He was so deep in his own head that he didn't notice Rhys's hand coming down on the table until it hit, a sharp, jarring bang that made him jump.

‘Okay,’ Rhys said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. ‘What the fuck is going on with you?’

Cassian blinked, snapping back to the present. Both of his brothers were staring at him, Rhys with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed, and Azriel with that quiet, penetrating gaze that always seemed to see too much.

‘What?’ Cassian asked, his voice rough. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the fog. ‘I'm fine.’

‘Bullshit,’ Rhys said flatly. ‘You've been out of it all night. You've barely touched your beer. You haven't laughed at a single one of my jokes.’

‘Your jokes aren't funny,’ Cassian muttered, but the deflection fell flat.

‘It's been like talking to a brick wall,’ Azriel added, his voice softer but no less pointed. ‘Something's on your mind, Cass. You've been off all night.’

Cassian looked between them, his heart hammering against his ribs. The secret sat heavy on his tongue, pressing against his teeth, begging to be released. He could tell them. He should tell them. They were his brothers. They'd support him, no matter what.

But the words wouldn't come.

He looked down at the old table, scarred and stained from years of use. He traced a groove in the wood with his thumb, feeling the rough texture, grounding himself. His mind raced, searching for a way to start, for a way to say I knocked up a nineteen-year-old and I have no idea what I'm doing.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs until they burned. Then he looked up, meeting his brothers' expectant gazes. They were waiting. They were worried. And Cassian knew he couldn't hold this in forever. He opened his mouth, the words forming on his lips, ready to spill out into the open air.

Cassian sighed deeply, sitting up straighter in his seat as he looked around a little, gearing himself up for what he was about to say.

‘I erm… yeah I do actually have something to tell you,’ he mumbled out as he tried to rub the sweat off the palms of his hands by rubbing them on the denim of his jeans that covered his thighs.

Azriel and Rhys both looked at him expectantly and concerned. Cassian was never nervous to say anything, to anyone, so his body language told them immediately it was serious. Seeing him like this had them worried. The bar around them hummed with the usual weeknight energy, glasses clinking, laughter spilling from the pool table in the corner, the low thump of music from the speakers, but at their small table in the back, the air felt thick and expectant. Rhys leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowed, while Azriel's sharp eyes narrowed with that quiet intensity he always carried when something felt off. Cassian could feel their gazes like weights on his shoulders, and it only made his heart pound harder against his ribs. He shifted in his chair, the wood creaking under him, and cleared his throat again, trying to find the words that had been lodged there for weeks.

‘Okay erm, you guys remember last time I was home and I slept with that girl from Scott’s bar? Ended up back at her place on the Friday night?’ Cassian started, his voice low and hesitant, like he was testing the waters before diving in. He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, the stubble there prickling under his fingers. The memory flashed in his mind, Daisy's laugh, the way she'd pulled him close that night, the reckless heat of it all, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the present.

Rhys didn't miss a beat, his tone completely serious with no hint of amusement in sight. ‘This the girl whose bed you broke? That one?’

Cassian nodded faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching despite the tension. ‘Yeah that’s the one,’ he mumbled before rubbing a hand over his face, taking another deep breath, ready to actually say those words. The words felt heavier than any mission briefing, and he could already see the shift in his brothers' postures, Rhys's hand tightening around his beer bottle, Azriel's posture straightening like he was bracing for impact. Cassian huffed a small laugh as he blurted it out, knowing how ridiculous it all was. ‘She’s er… She’s having my kid.’

Azriel had just taken a sip of his pint when Cassian said those words, his reaction instantly showing he had expected his to say anything but. Azriel almost spat his drink out but caught himself in time. He coughed once, his eyes watering slightly as he set the glass down with a thud that echoed louder than it should have. Azriel gulped down his mouthful in time to join Rhys in blurting out a "What?!" As they both looked at Cassian wide eyed, their faces a mirror of disbelief and concern. The exclamation hung in the air, drawing a quick glance from a nearby table, but none of them noticed. Rhys's mouth hung open for a second longer, his usual composed demeanour cracking wide open, while Azriel's expression twisted into something between shock and protective worry, his fingers drumming anxiously on the table edge.

Cassian nodded his head gently as he kept his gaze on the table as he pushed his tongue to the front of his mouth, the nervous habit grounding him amid the rising tension. He could hear Rhys's sharp intake of breath, see Azriel's wide eyes searching his face for any sign this was a joke. But it wasn't, and the weight of it pressed down harder with every passing second.

‘You got her pregnant?!’ Rhys exclaimed, his voice rising just enough to carry a note of incredulity mixed with brotherly protectiveness. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as if trying to process the impossible. ‘Cass, man, are you serious right now? Like, actually serious? Because if this is some kind of twisted prank...’

‘Yep,’ was Cassian's response as he lifted his glass and took a swig, the cool beer doing little to ease the dryness in his throat. He swallowed hard, the liquid burning slightly on the way down. ‘She called me a couple weeks ago while I was on base, and before you ask yes I’m pretty sure it’s mine, timeline adds up perfectly and she said she’d not been with anyone since.’

Rhys and Azriel continued to look at their brother with wide eyes before looking at each other briefly and sitting back in their chairs, trying to let the bombshell he’d just dropped on them sink in. The silence stretched, filled only by the distant sounds of the bar, but their minds raced with unspoken questions, how had this happened, what did it mean for Cassian, and where did they go from here? Rhys muttered under his breath, ‘Holy shit, Cass,’ while Azriel shook his head slowly, his concern deepening into something more thoughtful as the reality settled over the table like a heavy fog.

They sat in silence for a minute, the weight of Cassian's revelation pressing down on the table like a thick fog. Glasses clinked faintly in the background, laughter echoed from the pool table across the bar, but none of it reached their corner. Rhys rubbed both hands over his face roughly, dragging his palms down his cheeks before looking back at Cassian with wide, disbelieving eyes.

‘Okay… okay… how the fuck did this happen?!’ Rhys exclaimed, his voice a mix of confusion and rising frustration, his hands now gripping the edge of the table as if anchoring himself.

Cassian just gave Rhys an exasperated look with his eyebrows raised that said you know how this happened! Or do we need to have the birds and the bees talk. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight, and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the inevitable follow-up.

‘No I know how! I mean… tell me you were wearing something? That you at least tried to be smart!’ Rhys pressed on, his tone sharpening as he leaned forward again, elbows planted firmly on the scarred wooden surface.

‘Not exactly,’ Cassian sighed as he reached for his glass again, lifting it to his lips and taking a long, deliberate swig of the lukewarm beer. The liquid slid down his throat, but it did nothing to ease the knot in his stomach.

‘What do you mean not exactly?!’ Azriel asked lowly with a curious tone, his voice dropping as he tilted his head, studying Cassian like he was dissecting a puzzle. Azriel's fingers tapped once against his own glass, a subtle sign of his growing tension.

‘I mean… I didn’t wrap it and I filled her up twice,’ Cassian stated bluntly, his words hanging heavy in the air without any softening. He set the glass down with a soft thud, meeting their stares head-on even as a flush crept up his neck.

‘Jesus Christ Cass!’ Rhys huffed exasperated, throwing his hands up briefly before letting them fall back to the table. ‘Twice? You went in raw twice with some random girl from a bar? What the hell were you thinking?’

‘She told me she was on the pill! We were both hammered and clearly not thinking straight,’ Cassian tried to defend himself, his voice gaining a defensive edge as he rubbed the back of his neck again, the stubble rasping under his calloused fingers. ‘It was one of those nights where everything just… happened. We didn't plan it, didn't think about consequences.’

Both Rhys and Azriel shook their heads at him, a slight hint of humour at how stupid he’d been flickering across their faces despite the seriousness. Rhys let out a short, incredulous laugh that didn't reach his eyes, while Azriel's mouth twitched in a grim half-smile. Azriel leant his elbows on the table as he sat forward, running a hand through his hair and looking at his brother with that piercing gaze.

‘You’re a fucking idiot,’ Azriel muttered, the words laced with brotherly affection mixed with genuine disbelief. ‘Cass, man, you're usually smarter than this. Or at least more careful. What, did the alcohol just wipe out every ounce of common sense?’

Cassian took a deep breath as he prepared himself to drop the other bomb shell, his chest rising and falling visibly under his shirt. The air around the table seemed to thicken even more, the distant bar noises fading into a dull hum. ‘Yeah well… that’s not even the best part.’

‘For fuck sake Cass… what now?! don’t tell me she’s married!’ Rhys exclaimed, already so done with his brother’s shit, his voice rising just enough to draw a quick glance from a passing waitress before he lowered it again. ‘Because if that's the case, this is about to get a whole lot messier than it already is.’

‘I wish,’ Cassian huffed as he sat forward as well, his forearms resting on the table, the denim of his sleeves brushing against the wood. ‘No not married but… there’s a bit of an age gap with us.’

Azriel couldn’t help the sarcastic laugh that escaped him as he once again leaned back and looked at Cassian, his eyes narrowing with a mix of amusement and concern. ‘Please please don’t tell me you’ve knocked up some forty-year-old having a midlife crisis.’ He paused, shaking his head as if recalling Cassian's usual preferences. ;This is a curveball even for you.’

‘How old is she Cass?’ Rhys asked, dead serious, not currently seeing any room for jokes in his current situation. His gaze locked onto Cassian, unyielding, the new dad in him clearly shifting into protective big brother mode.

‘I actually went younger this time shockingly,’ Cassian huffed a laugh at himself as he dodged Rhys’ question, a self-deprecating smirk tugging at his lips for a split second before it faded. But to no avail as Rhys repeated, ‘How old Cassian?!’

Cassian clenched his jaw a little as he looked Rhys in the eyes before dropping them back to the table, slightly ashamed at himself as he mumbled out, ‘She’s nineteen.’

Rhys stares at Cassian with a look of pure shock frozen on his face for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as the words sink in deeper. He clenches his jaw so tightly that the muscle along his neck stands out like a cord, fighting back the urge to spit out something vicious that Cassian would deserve but that Rhys knows he'd regret the second it left his mouth. His fingers dig into the edge of the wooden table, knuckles whitening under the pressure, while the low hum of the bar around them feels suddenly distant and muffled.

Azriel's jaw goes slack, his mouth falling open as his gaze flicks from Cassian to a random spot across the crowded room, like he's trying to let the revelation settle somewhere safe in his mind without it exploding inside his skull. He blinks hard once, twice, the pint glass in front of him forgotten.

Rhys shifts in his chair, restless energy pouring off him in waves. He moves his hands from the table to his lap and back again, unable to find a place for them, before finally dragging both palms down over his face and exhaling a long, shaky breath that rattles out between his fingers. Cassian stays perfectly still, shoulders squared against the back of his seat, bracing himself for whatever comes next, words, fists, anything. He keeps his eyes fixed on a knot in the wood grain of the table, waiting.

Rhys lifts his head slowly, hands still hovering near his mouth as if shielding the words he hasn't said yet. He reaches for his glass without looking, tips it back, and drains the last of his pint in one long swallow. The empty glass hits the table with a dull thud as he settles back, breathing through his nose.

‘Did you just say nineteen?’ Azriel asks quietly, his voice steady but edged with disbelief, like he's double-checking every syllable to make sure he heard right.

Cassian meets his eyes for only a second before nodding once, softly. Azriel lets out a long, low breath that seems to deflate his whole frame. Cassian feels the weight of Rhys's stare burning into the side of his face and knows without looking that his brother is chewing hard on the inside of his cheek, the way he always does when he's wrestling down anger or trying to puzzle something impossible into sense.

‘I don’t… I don’t even know what to say,’ Rhys mumbles, the words coming out exasperated and heavy. ‘This is a whole new level for you, Cass. Even for you.’

‘I know,’ Cassian mutters back, his fingertip still tracing the chip in the varnish like it might give him something solid to hold onto.

Rhys's control slips a notch. ‘Nineteen?! That’s barely fucking legal, Cass! What the fuck were you thinking?’

Cassian tips his head back against his shoulders, staring up at the ceiling as he drags in a deep breath. ‘I know, okay! I fucking know how stupid this is. You don't have to tell me.’

He drops his head forward again and rubs both hands over his face, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes until stars flicker behind his lids. When he speaks again his voice is lower, rougher. ‘Believe me, I've spent the last two weeks thinking about nothing else. How fucking stupid it is. How I should have known better. But it is what it is. I just have to… deal with it.’

‘Deal with it how?’ Azriel hisses, leaning in so his elbows rest on the table, voice dropping even lower. ‘She’s still basically a fucking kid!’

Rhys leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression a mix of disbelief and simmering frustration. The bar around them buzzed with low chatter and the clink of glasses, but at their table, the air felt thick enough to choke on. Azriel stayed forward, elbows planted on the scarred wood, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm while he watched Cassian like he was waiting for the punchline to a bad joke.

Cassian shifted, his broad shoulders rolling as he rubbed the back of his neck, the denim of his jeans pulling tight across his thighs. He took a long pull from his pint before setting it down with a soft thud, the foam clinging to the rim. ‘Be there for her I guess!... look I know I am far from being her knight in shining armour but… I can’t go back and undo… her, okay. She’s said she wants to keep it and that she’s happy for me to be involved if I want to so.’

Azriel's brow furrowed deeper, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned in closer, the pint glass forgotten between his hands. ‘And do you want to?’ he asked, the edge of shock still there but softened now, like he was trying to give Cassian room to breathe.

Cassian met his eyes for a beat, then glanced at Rhys, whose jaw had unclenched just a fraction. ‘Of course I do, and not just because if I said no Rhys would be caving my skull in, but… I never thought I’d be in this position, never thought I’d be having a kid with anyone so… I know the details of it aren’t ideal but-‘

Rhys let out a short puff of a laugh at that, shaking his head as he dragged a hand through his hair. ‘Ideal? Cass, that’s the understatement of the fucking century. You went from one-night stands with women twice your age to knocking up a teenager. How the hell did we get here?’

‘I get it,’ Cassian muttered, his voice rough as he traced a finger along the condensation on his glass. ‘Believe me, I’ve replayed that night a hundred times since she called. We were both drunk off our asses, one thing led to another, and yeah, I should’ve wrapped it up. But we just… didn’t think.’

Azriel exhaled sharply through his nose, sitting back a little but keeping his gaze locked on Cassian. ‘A nineteen-year-old, Cass. She’s seven years younger than you. What does she even know about any of this? Raising a kid? Dealing with you being deployed half the time?’

‘She’s thought about it… the baby at least,’ Cassian shot back, his tone defensive but not angry, more like he was pleading for them to understand. ‘She went to get rid of it but couldn’t go through with it. Told me straight up she wants to keep the baby, and if I want to be involved, she’s open to that. I’m not gonna bail on her like my old man did on my mom. I want to prove I can be better than that asshole ever was to me.’

Rhys’s body language shifted at the mention of Cassian’s father, his shoulders easing as he uncrossed his arms and rested his forearms on the table. The anger in his eyes dimmed into something heavier, more thoughtful. ‘You really mean that? About being there? Because this isn’t some weekend fling you can walk away from, Cass. This is a kid. Your kid.’

‘Yeah, I mean it,’ Cassian said, nodding slowly as he looked between his brothers. ‘I never pictured myself as a dad, not like this, but now that it’s happening… I want it. I want to be involved. Whatever she needs, doctor appointments, money, just… showing up. She’s a nice girl, smart too. We barely know each other, but she didn’t have to tell me at all. She could’ve kept it quiet, and I’d never have known. Told me I can just walk away if I wanted to, as long as I told her’

Azriel rubbed his chin, the sarcasm from earlier fading into a quiet concern. ‘So what’s the plan then? You’re still on base most of the time. How are you gonna make this work with a girl who’s barely out of high school?’

Cassian huffed a small laugh, but there was no humour in it. ‘One step at a time. I’m home early for the scan tomorrow, CO’s cutting me some slack on the schedule. After that… I don’t know. Talk to her more. Figure out if we can even be in the same room without it being weird as hell. But I’m not running. Not from this.’

Rhys leaned back in his chair, the dim bar lights casting long shadows across the wooden table as the three brothers sat in a tense but familiar huddle. The low murmur of other patrons and the clink of glasses around them seemed distant, like the world had narrowed to just their corner booth. Cassian’s shoulders were still tight from the weight of his confession, but the pints were starting to loosen things up. He swirled the last of his beer, staring into the foam as Rhys broke the quiet with his usual blunt exasperation.

‘What have her parents said about it all? I can’t imagine they’re too pleased with the situation,’ Rhys asked, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, eyebrows furrowed in that big-brother way that always made Cassian feel sixteen again.

Cassian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before meeting Rhys’s eyes. ‘She hasn’t actually told them yet… said she doesn’t know how to but, I’m gonna see if I can get her to go over after the scan tomorrow, tell them together.’

Azriel smirked from across the table, tilting his head as he nursed his own drink. ‘You know her dad’s going to kill you right? Probably string you up by your balls for knocking up his little girl.’

‘I know… hoping if I get myself wasted enough tonight the hangover might numb the blow,’ Cassian joked softly. He drained the rest of his pint in one long swallow and signalled for another round, catching the barmaid’s eye with a quick nod. She flashed him a knowing smile and headed their way. ‘Maybe she’ll take pity and slip me something stronger.’

The table fell quiet for a moment, the news settling like a thick fog between them. Cassian felt a strange mix of relief and pressure in his chest, the secret was out with his brothers now, but their reactions still hung in the air like judgment. Azriel sighed, scratching the back of his head as he raised his eyebrows and tried to lighten the mood. ‘And here was me thinking my news of proposing was going to be the jaw dropper tonight. Guess I should’ve brought a ring and a pregnancy test to compete.’

Cassian huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. ‘Sorry man, you know me… always gotta be the centre of fucking attention. Can’t let you steal the spotlight with your romantic bullshit.’

That pulled a chuckle from both Azriel and Rhys. Cassian settled back in his chair, thanking the barmaid as she set down three fresh pints, the foam spilling just a little over the rims. The glasses clinked against the wood, and the brothers each reached for one. Rhys took a long, thoughtful swig from his glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before clapping his hands together lightly.

‘Alright then, tell us a bit about her, something that’s not how she likes being bred,’ Rhys said, his tone slightly crude but laced with genuine curiosity and a smirk that screamed sarcasm. ‘Or is that all you remember from the one-night stand?’

Cassian chuckled and shook his head, already reaching into his pocket. ‘Don’t be a knob. She’s called Daisy, she’s a law student or… was I dunno what she’s wanting to do about school. She’s smart, funny… hot as hell. And yeah, before you ask, the sex was mind-blowing, but that’s not the point.’

‘Jesus,’ Azriel laughed, leaning in with a teasing grin. ‘Didn’t realise you were in the business of cradle snatching. What’s next, you gonna start hanging out outside high schools?’

Cassian slid his phone onto the table, thumb tapping the screen a few times until Daisy’s latest Instagram post from a few months ago filled the display. The photo showed her seated on a crisp white bed in what looked like a luxury hotel suite, body angled in a three-quarter view toward the camera. She had long, voluminous wavy blonde hair with darker roots cascading messily over one shoulder, partially covering her face. Her makeup was heavy and glamorous, smoky eyes, long lashes, glossy lips pursed in a playful, suggestive pout. Large gold hoop earrings glinted, and a delicate gold bracelet sat on her wrist. She wore a tight white ribbed crop top with a square neckline that clung to her large, full breasts, the fabric stretched tight with red text reading “RED LIPS SUSHI SHOTS NEW ORLEANS, LA” and a stylized pair of red lips graphic. The top rode up just enough to show a generous strip of toned midriff. Below that, high-waisted black leggings hugged every curve of her hips, thighs, and the pronounced swell of her ass, sitting low enough to expose more smooth skin. One hand rested on the bed for support while the other held a small wooden skewer with a piece of sushi near her mouth. Barefoot, confident, and flirtatious, she stared directly at the camera with an arched back that accentuated her chest and waist. A takeout container sat in the foreground, adding to the casual, intimate hotel-room vibe.

‘Look at her and tell me either of you wouldn’t be in the exact same position I am given half the chance,’ Cassian said, pushing the phone toward them. ‘Bet you’d both be begging to put a bun in that oven.’

Azriel and Rhys both leaned in, their eyes widening as they took in the image. Despite being in happy relationships, they scrunched their eyebrows and let out small, appreciative noises, Rhys whistling low under his breath, Azriel shifting in his seat.

‘No way in fucking hell is that your baby Mumma!’ Azriel exclaimed, still staring at the photo, his voice a mix of shock and reluctant admiration. ‘She looks like she could model for Playboy, not pop out your spawn.’

‘Well brother, it seems I owe you an apology because Jesus fucking Christ,’ Rhys smirked, clapping Cassian hard on the shoulder. ‘If I wasn’t already taken, I’d be fighting you for a shot at that. Crude as it sounds, that ass alone would make any man forget protection. How the hell did you land her for even one night?’

Cassian laughed, a genuine grin spreading across his face as the tension eased just a fraction. ‘Luck of the drunk, horny and her being fed up of her dildo. But seriously, she’s more than the looks, though fuck, those looks don’t hurt.’

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Eight

Cassian stumbled out of Daisy's front door just as the first hints of dawn crept over the horizon, the cool morning air slapping against his sweat-dampened skin like a rude awakening. His muscles ached in that deep, satisfying way that came from hours of relentless pounding, his cock still half-hard in his jeans from the memory of her tight pussy clenching around him one last time. He zipped up his jacket, glancing back at the house where he’d had sprawled naked and spent on the bed. Short goodbyes, no numbers exchanged, just a quick fuck that had turned into a long night and sweaty morning of raw, animalistic rutting. He smirked to himself, rubbing the stubble on his jaw as he headed through the short distance to Azriel's apartment, his temporary crash pad whenever he was home on leave.

The building was a nondescript brick walk-up in a quiet neighbourhood, the kind of place Azriel liked for its anonymity. Cassian trudged up the stairs to the second floor. His key scraped in the lock, and he pushed the door open to silence; Azriel was already at work, pulling his early shift at the garage, leaving the place empty and echoing. Perfect. Cassian kicked the door shut behind him, heading straight for his room, where he stripped off his clothes. His shirt came first, peeled away from his broad, tattooed chest still marked with faint scratches from Daisy's nails digging in as he'd thrust into her. Jeans next, shoved down his thick thighs along with his boxers, his heavy cock springing free, spent but twitching at the phantom squeeze of her walls.

The bed was unmade from the last time he’d slept in it the night before the bar, sheets rumpled, but it didn't matter. Cassian collapsed face-first onto the mattress, the springs groaning under his 6'4" frame. His body hit the limit, exhausted from the cardio of flipping her over, pinning her down, slamming into that petite 19-year-old body until she'd screamed his name.

He could still hear her begging, voice hoarse and desperate: 'Harder, Cassian, fuck me harder, don't stop!' Her moans echoed in his skull, high and broken as she'd come undone around him, her pussy gushing, soaking his balls as he pounded through her orgasm, chasing his own release deep inside her. Just raw, reckless heat. He groaned into the pillow, his cock stirring faintly against the sheets, but sleep dragged him under before he could do anything about it. The world faded to black, his breathing deepening into heavy snores.

Sunlight filtered through the thin blinds, casting striped patterns across the room, but Cassian didn't stir until well past noon. His internal clock, honed by years in the army, finally jolted him awake around 3:17 p.m., his stomach growling like a beast demanding tribute. He rolled over, muscles protesting with a dull throb in his thighs and back, remnants of holding her legs wide, driving into her from behind as she'd arched and whimpered.

'Fuck,' he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face, tasting the stale remnants of whiskey and her on his tongue.

He sat up slowly, the room spinning for a second before settling, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Naked still, he shuffled to the dresser, yanking on a pair of grey joggers that hung low on his hips, the waistband brushing the base of his cock. No shirt, why bother in his own space? His bare feet slapped against the hardwood as he made his way to the kitchen, the apartment's sparse setup coming into focus: Azriel's minimalist vibe, with a corner couch, a coffee table scarred from too many beer rings, and walls bare except for a single framed photo of their little family at a barbecue last year.

The fridge hummed open, revealing the basics, eggs, bacon, a half-empty carton of orange juice. Cassian cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a fork while the cast-iron skillet heated on the stove, sizzling as he tossed in strips of bacon. The smell filled the air, greasy and mouthwatering, cutting through the lingering fog of sleep. He scrambled the eggs roughly, no finesse needed, piling them onto a plate with the crispy bacon and a couple of slices of bread toasted under the broiler. Balancing the plate and a glass of juice, he lumbered to the living room, dropping onto the couch with a grunt. The cushions sank under his weight, and he propped his feet on the coffee table, digging in with single-minded focus. Each bite was a victory, the salt and fat hitting his system like fuel, easing the hollow ache in his gut.

Between mouthfuls, his mind wandered back to Daisy, her full tits bouncing as he'd fucked her missionary, the way she'd sucked him off in the hallway, lips stretched around his girth, gagging but eager, fucking her throat on him. He shifted, adjusting the growing semi in his joggers, but let it be; food first.

The plate emptied too soon, and Cassian leaned back, stretching his arms overhead, feeling the pull in his shoulders from where he'd braced against the mattress, railing her until the wood creaked. He grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV to some mindless sports recap, baseball highlights droning in the background as he lounged, one arm draped over the back of the couch, legs spread wide in that unconscious male sprawl. The clock on the wall ticked toward 4 p.m., the apartment still quiet save for the low murmur of the announcer. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, probably a check-in from the base, but he ignored it, eyes half-lidded, body finally unwinding from the night's frenzy.

The front door lock clicked open around 4:30 p.m., the sound pulling Cassian from his doze. Azriel stepped in first, his work boots thudding on the floor, grease smudges on his forearms from the garage. He was built leaner than Cassian, all sharp angles and quiet intensity, dark hair cropped short, a shadow of stubble matching his brother's.

'Hey, man,' Azriel said, kicking the door shut behind him, a paper bag of takeout in one hand, dinner, no doubt.

Trailing him was Gwyn, his girlfriend, her red hair tied back in a ponytail, laughing at something he'd just said as she shrugged off her coat. She was petite, with freckles across her nose and a warm smile that lit up the room, carrying a couple of reusable grocery bags that clinked with bottles.

'Brought company,' Azriel added unnecessarily, nodding toward Cassian with a grin. 'You look like shit. Rough night?'

Cassian let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest as he pushed himself up from the couch, the cushions sighing in relief under his shifting weight. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, trying to tame the wild mess from sleep and sweat, his bare torso still on display with those faint red lines from Daisy's nails catching the light.

'Rough doesn't even cover it,' he said, keeping his tone light and vague, mindful of Gwyn's presence. He wasn't about to dive into the gritty details of how he'd bent that petite little thing into ungodly positions, pounding her until her screams echoed off the walls. No, with Azriel's girl around, he'd play it cool, tease without traumatizing.

Gwyn, who had once been all wide-eyed and hushed whenever Cassian or their other brother Rhys crashed the scene, had long since shed that shell. Months of hearing Azriel recount Cassian's escapades, the bar fights, the one-night stands that left a trail of satisfied but sore women, had turned her into one of them. She dropped the grocery bags on the counter with a clink of glass bottles, her smirk already forming as she glanced at him, one eyebrow arched in that knowing way.

'Sounds like you had quite the cardio session,' she quipped, her voice laced with amusement as she started unpacking apples and milk, the domestic rhythm a stark contrast to the chaos Cassian brought wherever he went.

Azriel snorted, hanging his keys on the hook by the door before shrugging off his grease-stained jacket, revealing the faded band tee underneath. He was used to this, his brother stumbling in post-conquest, all smug and spent.

'That's one way to put it,' Azriel said, shooting Cassian a sidelong look as he moved to help with the bags, his hands efficient as he stowed away the veggies. The apartment's kitchen was compact, all worn linoleum and mismatched cabinets, but it felt lived-in, the scent of fresh produce mixing with the faint linger of Cassian's bacon breakfast.

Cassian followed them into the kitchen, his joggers riding low as he grabbed a clean black t-shirt from the laundry basket on the dryer, freshly washed from yesterday, thank fuck. He tugged it over his head, the fabric stretching across his broad shoulders, hiding the marks but not the memories. 'Hey, a man's gotta stay in shape,' he defended with a grin, leaning against the doorframe as he watched Gwyn arrange the fridge.

She paused, turning to face him fully, her hands on her hips, that smirk widening into something downright mischievous. 'Please tell me you've left this poor woman with the ability to walk,' Gwyn said, her tone playful but pointed, eyes sparkling with the kind of ribbing that only came from family.

She'd seen Cassian drag himself home like this before, limping slightly after a particularly vigorous night, and the stories Azriel shared over late-night beers had painted a vivid picture of his brother's stamina. No judgment, just good-natured jabs that kept things lively.

Azriel chuckled again, a deep, quiet sound as he slid a carton of eggs next to the bacon remnants from Cassian's meal. 'Yeah, Cass, don't tell me you wrecked another one,' he muttered, though his eyes held that brotherly affection, the kind that forgave the ridiculousness because it was just Cassian being Cassian.

Cassian just grinned wider, pushing off the doorframe to snag a beer from the fridge. He cracked it open with a satisfying hiss, taking a long pull before responding. 'She was a trooper, so her ability to walk is well intact... her bed, however, was not so lucky.' He delivered the line with exaggerated innocence, holding up his hands like he was confessing to a minor crime, the bottle dangling from his fingers.

Gwyn gasped, a laugh bursting out as her eyes widened in mock horror, one hand flying to her chest. 'You broke her bed?!' she exclaimed, turning to Azriel for confirmation, though she already knew the answer from past tales. The image was too perfect, her boyfriend's hulking brother, all muscle and mischief, turning furniture into collateral damage. She shook her head, still chuckling as she tossed a loaf of bread into the pantry. 'Cassian, you're a walking disaster. What do you even say after that?! Sorry, babe, my dick's too enthusiastic?'

Azriel shook his head at his brother, a fond exasperation settling over his features as he continued putting away the shopping, cans of soup, a block of cheese, the mundane tasks grounding the moment. 'You're ridiculous,' he said, though there was no heat in it, just the easy rhythm of siblings who'd seen it all. He paused with a bag of potatoes in hand, fixing Cassian with a stern look that didn't quite land. 'Did you at least give the poor woman money for a new one?.'

Cassian held his hands up higher, the beer sloshing slightly as he backed away from the counter, feigning surrender. 'I tried to! Swear on my life,' he insisted, his voice dropping into that earnest drawl he used when he wanted to charm his way out of trouble. 'Offered her a couple hundred, enough for a decent frame, But she wouldn't take it. Said she wasn't in the line of work of bouncing on someone and then accepting money for it.' He mimicked her voice on the last part, pitching it higher and indignant, though the memory of Daisy's flushed, defiant face as she'd shoved him made his grin turn wolfish for a split second. God, the way she'd looked, all tousled hair and bite marks, insisting she wasn't a hooker even as she'd kissed him goodbye like she might change her mind.

Gwyn burst out laughing again, covering her mouth with her hand as she leaned against the counter, her shoulders shaking. 'Oh my god, that's gold. Az, your brother's gonna get himself sued one day,'

Azriel smirked, finally closing the fridge door with a soft thud. He grabbed his own beer, twisting off the cap and clinking it against Cassian's in a casual toast. 'Serves him right. Maybe next time he'll invest in a hotel room instead of treating some girl's apartment like a bounce house.' His tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of protectiveness, brothers looking out, even when one was the source of the chaos.

Cassian took another swig, his laughter joining theirs, the sound filling the small kitchen and chasing away the last dregs of his post-fuck haze. 'Hey, hotels are boring. No personal touch,' he shot back, winking at Gwyn, who rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. 'Besides, she seemed pretty happy about it at the time. Begging for more, what was I supposed to do, say no?'

'Classy,' Gwyn deadpanned, though her grin betrayed her. She nudged Azriel's arm. 'You two are impossible. I'm going to start charging for the trauma I get from these stories’

The banter flowed easy as they settled into the evening routine, the apartment warming with the easy camaraderie of family forged not just by blood but by shared absurdity. Cassian felt the tension from the night melt away, his body still humming faintly with the echoes of Daisy's moans, but for now, it was just him, his brother, and the girl who'd become like a sister, ribbing him over a broken bed and a wild night he wasn't ready to forget.

The next few days blurred into a whirlwind of catch-up and camaraderie, Cassian's leave ticking down like a countdown clock he couldn't ignore. With only four days left before he had to report back to base and ship out to that godforsaken desert camp, running security detail for some foreign prince with a bullseye on his back, he crammed in as much as he could. Family first, always. He started with Rhys and Feyre, pulling his beat-up truck into their driveway a few evenings after the kitchen ribbing with Azriel and Gwyn. The house was a cozy two-story on the edge of town, lights glowing warm against the deepening dusk, the scent of roasting chicken wafting out as he knocked.

Rhys opened the door, clapping him on the shoulder with that easy grin, his dark hair tousled like he'd been wrestling with paperwork all day. 'Good to see you brother,' Rhys said, pulling him into a quick bro-hug. 'Feyre's been asking about you. Thinks you're avoiding us because of the baby talk.'

Cassian snorted, kicking off his boots in the entryway, the familiar creak of the floorboards under his weight grounding him. 'Avoiding? Nah, just been busy keeping the streets safe from bad decisions.' He followed Rhys into the living room, where Feyre lounged on the couch, her swollen belly prominent under a loose maternity top, one hand resting on it as she flipped through a magazine. She looked up, her blue eyes lighting with a smile, though there was a tired edge to it, the kind that came from late nights and Braxton Hicks false alarms.

'Cassian! Finally,' she teased, shifting to sit up straighter, though it took effort. 'How have you been? How’s the deployments been?’

He dropped into the armchair across from her, stretching his legs out with a groan, the ache from Daisy's night still faintly present in his hips. 'Hey Feyre, I’m good, jobs good, nothing too risky. But let's not bore the pregnant lady with details. How's the little kicker doing?' He nodded at her belly, deflecting smoothly. No way was he recounting how he'd railed that petite firecracker until her bedframe splintered, Feyre was family, but some stories stayed between brothers.

Feyre laughed, a soft, melodic sound, rubbing her stomach. 'Kicking like they know Uncle Cassian's here to corrupt them already.’

Dinner was simple but hearty, chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans steaming on the table. Morrigan showed up halfway through, sweeping in with a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling cider for Feyre and a hug for everyone. She was all sharp wit and flowing red hair, sliding into the seat next to Cassian with a smirk. 'So Az called this morning. Mentioned you demolished some poor girl's bed the other night. Planning to make reparations, or is that not your style?'

Cassian grinned, spearing a potato. 'For fucks sake, is nothing sacred between brothers anymore? I tried, Mor. She turned me down flat. Said she wasn't running a brothel.' The table erupted in laughter, Feyre's hand flying to her mouth as she shook her head.

'God, Cass, you're incorrigible,' Feyre said, though her eyes sparkled with affection. 'I hope you don’t pimp yourself out like this when you’re away.'

'Scout's honour,' he replied, holding up three fingers in a mock salute, the conversation shifting to baby names and Rhys's latest business headaches. It was easy, comfortable, the kind of night that reminded him why he fought so hard to come home to this.

The following evenings, he holed up with Azriel and Gwyn, the apartment turning into a makeshift den for bad movies and sports. The first night, they piled onto the couch with takeout pizza, the TV blaring some action flick with explosions that shook the speakers. Azriel sprawled in his usual spot, feet up, while Gwyn curled against him, her head on his shoulder.

'Pass the pepperoni,' Azriel grunted, not taking his eyes off the screen as the hero dodged bullets.

Cassian obliged, folding a slice for himself, cheese stretching in gooey strings. 'This movie's shit. Why do we watch this crap?'

Gwyn rolled her eyes, stealing a bite from Azriel's piece. 'Because it's fun to yell at the bad guys. Like, come on, why doesn't he just shoot the idiot chasing him?' She pointed at the screen, her voice rising with mock indignation.

Azriel chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. 'Because plot, babe.’

The next night was basketball, the game a nail-biter that had them all on edge. Gwyn cheered loudly for her team, jumping up when they scored. 'Yes! Take that!' she yelled, fist-pumping.

Azriel pulled her down gently, laughing. 'Easy, tiger. What a block! Guy's a wall.'

'The guys got no brains in his head!,' Cassian shot back, clapping as the replay showed. The banter flowed, light and brotherly, easing the tension of his countdown.

But not everything was smooth. Nesta, Feyre's older sister, had been circling like a shark since he got back, as she did every time she heard he was home. She cornered him at a family barbecue Rhys threw midweek; the backyard filled with smoke from the grill and laughter from the group. Nesta sauntered over, her curves hugged by a tight dress, eyes locked on him with that predatory gleam. She was beautiful, no denying it, fierce, unapologetic, but Cassian knew her history. The parade of guys, the casual hookups that left reputations in tatters. He wasn't judging; live and let live. But he wasn't about to join the lineup.

'Cassian,' she purred, sidling up as he flipped burgers, her hand brushing his arm. 'Heard you're shipping out soon. Shame we haven't... caught up properly.' Her voice dropped, suggestive, lips curving in invitation. 'Feyre says you're always so tense after deployment. I could help with that.'

He kept his tone friendly but firm, flipping another patty to avoid her gaze. 'Appreciate the offer, Nes, but I'm good. Get enough bombshells causing me shit out in the field, don’t need to add more to come home to.' He stepped back, putting space between them, the sizzle of meat masking the heat that he just did not reciprocate.

She laughed, low and throaty, not deterred. 'Don’t be like that. Come on, one night. No strings. You know I'd make it worth your while.' Her fingers trailed his bicep, testing.

Cassian shook his head, grinning to soften the rejection. 'Not interested Nesta. Besides, Rhys would kill me if I even though about it.' He nodded toward where Rhys and Feyre chatted by the cooler, effectively ending it.

Nesta huffed but backed off with a shrug. 'Didn’t realise your brother controlled your cock, but your loss, soldier. Offer’s there.' She sauntered away, hips swaying, leaving him to exhale in relief. Dodged that bullet, literally and figuratively.

By the time the fourth day rolled around, Cassian was packed and restless, the weight of departure settling in. He said goodbyes over coffee with Rhys and Feyre that morning. hugs tight, Feyre pressing a care package into his hands with snacks and letters. 'Stay safe,' she whispered, eyes misty. 'We need you back for the baby.'

'Wouldn't miss it,' he promised, throat tight.

Azriel and Gwyn saw him off at the apartment door that afternoon, the air thick with unspoken worry. 'Don't do anything stupid,' Azriel said, gripping his shoulder hard.

Gwyn hugged him fiercely. 'Come back in one piece. And no breaking desert beds.'

Cassian laughed, the sound hollow. 'Deal.' He climbed into his truck, the engine rumbling to life, and pulled out, the city fading in the rearview.

The drive to base was quiet, miles stretching under a grey sky, his mind wandering as the familiar gates loomed ahead. Daisy flickered in his thoughts, a fading but lingering memory, her petite body arching under him, those desperate moans echoing as she'd begged for more. She'd been the highlight of his solo sessions since that morning, her tight heat and eager cries scoured into his brain like a brand. He shifted in the seat, adjusting his jeans against the half-hard twitch, but shook it off. Duty called. He flashed his ID at the gate, pulling onto the base, the desert ahead waiting to swallow him whole.

The drive from the familiar base gates blurred into a monotonous hum of tires on asphalt, Cassian's mind drifting to the routine ahead rather than the family he'd left behind. Two weeks. That's all it was supposed to be on the local base, enough time to shake off the rust from leave, drill the new transfers into shape, and prep for the real heat. He reported in that first morning, the air already thick with the scent of jet fuel and coffee from the mess hall. His duffel hit the barracks floor with a thud, and he was straight into it: practice runs that started before dawn, the kind that had boots pounding dirt paths and sergeants barking orders like it was the end of the world.

'Line up, you sorry sacks of shit!' Cassian bellowed that first day, standing tall in the training yard, his voice cutting through the chatter of the fresh-faced newbies who'd been shipped in from stateside.

They were a mix, wide-eyed kids barely out of basic and a few cocky types thinking they knew it all. He paced the line, eyes scanning fatigues that hung loose on some, too tight on others. 'This ain't summer camp. We're running security for VIP cargo in two weeks, and I don't give a damn if you're homesick, I don’t give a fuck if you’re missing your mummies tit. You screw up, we all pay. First drill: perimeter breach simulation. Move!'

The group scrambled, grabbing gear, dummy rifles, vests, the works. Cassian paired them off, watching as they fumbled through mock assaults on a chain-link fence that ringed the yard. 'Flank left, Ramirez! You're telegraphing like a damn billboard,' he snapped at one newbie who hesitated, sweat already beading on his brow. The kid nodded frantically, adjusting his grip and charging again. By noon, half were doubled over, gasping, but Cassian didn't let up. 'Push through it. Desert don't care about your blisters.'

Afternoons blurred into weapons quals on the range, the crack of rounds echoing as Cassian circled, correcting stances. 'Breathe out on the trigger, Ellis. You're jerking like a virgin on prom night.' The group chuckled, tension easing a bit, and Ellis fired again, grouping tighter. Evenings were debriefs in the briefing tent, maps spread out under flickering bulbs. 'Tomorrow, we hike the ridge. Ten miles, full pack. Any stragglers get latrine duty for a month.' Groans rippled, but no one argued, he'd earned that respect over years of leading from the front.

Reg, Brick to everyone who knew him, lumbered over after one session, clapping Cassian on the back hard enough to rattle teeth. The guy was a mountain, built like he ate barbells for breakfast, his shaved head gleaming under the sun. 'Heard you turned those rookies inside out today, Cass. They’re lookin' like they wanna cry already.'

Cassian wiped sweat from his forehead, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler. 'Good. Builds character. You joining the hike tomorrow? Could use someone to scare 'em straight.'

Brick grinned, his teeth flashing white against his dark skin. 'Hell yeah. Been cooped up too long. Any wild stories from leave? You look like you got some miles on ya.'

Cassian shrugged, keeping it light. 'Same old. Family dinners, bad movies with the brothers. Nothing you'd call wild.' No need to dredge up the details; those nights with Az and Gwyn were solid, but the real heat had been that one blur with the girl at the bar. He pushed it down, focusing on the now. 'What about you? Wife send any care packages?'

'Yeah, cookies last week. Ate 'em all before the flies got to 'em.' Brick laughed, deep and rumbling, and they fell into easy talk about stateside gripes, gas prices, football scores, until lights out.

The two weeks flew: endless drills that left muscles screaming, classroom sessions on threat assessment where Cassian sketched routes on whiteboards. 'Eyes on the crowds, always. Locals are friendly till they're not.' Newbies nodded, scribbling notes. One evening, after a gruelling obstacle course, a young transfer named Patel collapsed beside him, panting. 'Sir, how do you do this without losing your mind?'

Cassian hauled him up by the arm. 'Routine, kid. And good company. Grab a beer and we'll talk routes.' They sat on crates outside the mess, swapping stories of first deployments. Patel loosened up, admitting his fears; Cassian listened, then shared a tame tale from his early days. 'First time out, I puked on my CO's boots. Learned quick.' Laughter bridged the gap, turning the newbie into just another guy in the unit.

Before he could blink, the order came: wheels up. The truck convoy rumbled out at dawn, Cassian wedged in the back with his squad, gear rattling as they crossed the tarmac to the choppers waiting to take them across seas and borders into the blistering unknown. The air shifted as they hit the new country's edge, dry, scorching, sand kicking up in golden clouds that stung eyes and throats. He stepped off first when they rolled into the forward base, boots sinking into the fine grit, heat slamming him like a fist. The sun hung merciless overhead, turning the horizon into a shimmering haze, tents and barbed wire sprawling under camouflage netting.

'Welcome to paradise, gentlemen,' the base CO drawled over the radio static, his voice tinny. 'Set up in sector three. Prince arrives tomorrow, keep it tight.'

Cassian shouldered his pack, scanning the layout: low-slung barracks, a helipad buzzing with rotors, the faint call to prayer echoing from a distant minaret. He'd done this dance before, multiple tours guarding assets like this foreign prince, some royal with enemies stacking up like poker chips. Risk was there, sure; a sniper's scope or an IED could end it quick. But caution? Nah. They rolled heavy: armoured Humvees with mounted guns, full kits including Kevlar vests that weighed like anchors but saved asses. First security run was textbook. Dawn patrol, prince tucked in the lead vehicle, Cassian riding shotgun in the escort.

'Eyes sharp,' he murmured into his comms, scanning rooftops as they bumped through dusty streets. The prince, slight guy in traditional robes, flanked by advisors, nodded thanks when they cleared the market without incident. No shots fired, no tails; the armour and firepower did the trick, deterring whatever plots simmered in the shadows.

Off duty, it was sweeps of local towns: foot patrols through bazaars thick with spice scents and haggling voices. Cassian led one team through a narrow alley, rifle low but ready. 'Stay in twos. No souvenirs unless you want a strip search.'

His guys chuckled, but eyes stayed vigilant, kids waving, merchants hawking rugs. A local elder approached once, grizzled beard and wary gaze. 'You protect friend?' he asked in broken English, nodding toward the convoy.

Cassian nodded back. 'Always. No trouble here, yeah?'

The man grunted approval, slipping away. Back at base, debriefs were quick: 'Clean run. Adjust route for next, more cover on the east side.'

Training filled the gaps. As senior, Cassian ran hikes across dunes that burned feet through boots, assigning teams to routes like a puzzle. 'Alpha squad, you take the ridge trail. Watch for soft sand, sucks you under.' New transfers groaned under packs, but he pushed: 'This is what keeps you alive out here.' One afternoon, he orchestrated a live-fire exercise, pops of rounds kicking up sand. 'Suppress and advance!'

Downtime was sparse but sacred. Evenings, he'd sprawl on his bunk in the shared quarters, a metal frame in a tent sweltering despite fans, flipping through a dog-eared thriller, the pages sticking to sweaty fingers. Brick dropped by most nights, bunk creaking under his weight. 'What're you reading now? More spy crap?'

Cassian glanced up, bookmarking the page. 'Yeah, guy's dodging bullets in some jungle. Reminds me of that mess in '18.'

Brick snorted, cracking open a warm soda. 'You always pick the dramatic ones. Me? Give me comics. Last one had this hero punching aliens, way better than real life.' They traded barbs about plot holes, then stories from home. 'My boy's starting tee-ball. Kid swings like he's chopping wood.'

'Sounds brutal.' Cassian kept his own tales surface-level, Rhys's kid on the way, Az's latest fix-it project. No deep dives; focus stayed on the mission.

The gym was his real escape, a cramped setup with weights and a ring under buzzing fluorescents. He and Brick sparred twice a week, gloves thumping canvas. 'Come on, Cass, put some muscle into it you big girl!' Brick taunted, circling with a grin, his bulk a wall of muscle.

Cassian feinted left, jabbing right, crack against pads. 'You're a tank, man. How's the family holding up?'

'Wife's nagging about calls. Says I need to come up with plans to make it up to her for missing her birthday.' Brick countered with a hook Cassian ducked. 'You? Any action back home?'

'Plenty of family time. Kept me sane.' They went rounds, sweat flying, banter flowing. 'Watch the low blow,' Laughter echoed, easing the base's tension.

Solo moments hit in the showers, steam thick and water scalding to cut the grit. That's when his mind wandered, unbidden, to that night, her petite frame writhing, moans begging for more. He'd grip himself, strokes quick and urgent, chasing the memory of her heat clenching around him, release hitting hard against the tile. No one knew; it was his private fuel, fading back to routine once dried off.

Days stacked: another prince escort through wadis, no incidents; a town sweep where they shared water with locals, building rapport. Training a squad on night ops, stars blanketing the sky as they crawled dunes. 'Quiet now, sound carries.' Brick flanked him, whispering, 'These kids are gold. You moulding 'em good.'

Cassian nodded in the dark. 'Gotta. World's not getting safer.' Banter kept spirits up, tales of bar fights stateside, exaggerated for laughs. 'Remember that time in Reno? You downed three shots and challenged the bouncer.'

'Hey, I won!' Brick protested, chuckling low.

Through it all, the prince stayed breathing, the base hummed, and Cassian settled into the rhythm, drills by day, weights by night, mind clear except those stolen seconds under the spray.

The base had settled into a gritty rhythm after three weeks, the kind that ground sand into every crease of Cassian's uniform and turned sweat into a second skin. Mornings started with the blare of reveille, pulling him from his bunk where dreams of distant patrols blurred into the haze of another day. He'd lead squads through the dunes, boots crunching over sun-baked earth, rifles slung low as they scanned for threats that lurked just beyond the horizon. Afternoons meant debriefs in the command tent, maps pinned with red flags marking routes the prince's convoy would take. Evenings blurred into gym sessions or card games in the mess, the air thick with diesel fumes and the low hum of generators.

Then the radio crackled one scorching afternoon, right after a sweep through a nearby village where locals bartered figs and whispered about shadows in the hills. Cassian was wiping dust from his face, leaning against a Humvee with Brick, when the CO's voice cut through the static.

'All units, stand by. Incoming transmission from command. Another division's rolling in, full integration by 1800. Rumours of a hit. Lock it down. And heads up, it's Hale's squad leading the vanguard.'

The words hung heavy, rippling through the ranks like a shockwave. New recruits, those wide-eyed transfers who'd barely stopped puking from the heat, froze mid-conversation, faces paling under the relentless sun. One kid, Ramirez from the early drills, dropped his water canteen, the plastic clattering against the gravel. 'Shit, you hear that? Actual bad guys gunning for us? I thought this was just babysitting some royal.'

His buddy, Ellis, nodded frantically, voice pitching up. 'Man, I signed up for college money, not getting my ass shot off in some sandbox ambush. What if they plant bombs on the road? We're toast.'

Panic bubbled in clusters around the yard, whispers turning to murmurs as guys clustered, eyes darting to the horizon where dust clouds signalled incoming trucks. Cassian watched it all, arms crossed over his vest, the weight of his sidearm a familiar press against his hip. Risk? Sure, it sharpened the edges, made every shadow suspect. But the real spark in his gut came from Hale's squad, Emerie's unit. Two years of no-strings hookups whenever their paths crossed on deployments, pure release in the chaos. The thought of her tanned skin, that toned body, and the way she'd grip him tight hit like a shot of adrenaline. A subtle grin tugged at his lips, impossible to hide.

Brick caught it immediately, his massive frame shifting as he elbowed Cassian hard in the ribs. 'Look at you, grinning like a damn fool while these kids shit themselves. Dickhead.'

Cassian chuckled low, rubbing the spot with a mock wince, not denying it. Brick knew the deal, had walked in on the aftermath more than once, ribbing him endlessly about the 'agreement' that kept them both sane in the field. 'What can I say? Base just got a hell of a lot more tolerable. Try not to be too jealous man, I’m sure the missus will be happy enough to see one day'

Brick snorted, his deep laugh rumbling like thunder over the dunes. 'Jealous? Of your hit-it-and-quit-it routine? Please, I’ve got a solid base relationship with the socks you lay out fresh every morning. Look at these rookies? They're greener than my grandma's lawn. Bet half'll request transfers by week's end.' He glanced at the cluster of newbies, shaking his head. 'Ramirez looks like he's gonna puke again.'

Cassian barked a laugh and clapped Brick on the shoulder, turning toward the barracks as the first trucks groaned into view, kicking up sandstorms that stung like needles. 'Come on, let's gear up. CO'll want us briefing the arrivals. And keep your mouth shut about Emerie, last thing I need is the whole platoon knowing.'

Brick smirked, falling in step. 'My lips are sealed. For now. But if I hear moans from the supply shed, I'm charging admission.'

The new division poured in like a flood, trucks unloading crates of ammo, tents snapping up under hasty hands, soldiers spilling out in a mix of fatigues and dust-caked boots. Chatter filled the air, a babel of accents from across the states, everyone sizing up the base like it was enemy territory. Cassian moved through the chaos, directing traffic with barked orders. 'Secure those munitions in alpha storage! No stacking loose, eyes on procedure!'

Amid the shuffle, he spotted her, Emerie, stepping down from a transport, her long black hair pulled into a regulation bun that somehow looked polished even in the grit. Tanned skin glowed under the sun, a contrast to the dark sweep of her lashes framing brown eyes that scanned the yard with sharp efficiency. She was lower rank, sure, but years in the field had honed her body into something lethal: toned arms from hauling gear, legs that ate miles on patrols, and that ass, curved and firm, the kind that turned heads in the chow line and fit perfectly in his hands during their stolen moments. Cassian felt the familiar pull, a heat unrelated to the desert sun, remembering how she'd beg for more as he rutted into her, always careful, always protected.

Their eyes locked across the yard, her lips curving into a knowing smile that said she'd clocked him too. No words yet, just that spark, the unspoken agreement from two years back, forged in a supply tent after a brutal op. 'No strings,' she'd said then, breathless and pinned against crates after he had finished thrusting deep, condom snug between them. 'Just release when we're on the same dirt.' Pure, raw need to burn off the tension, no complications. It had worked every time they'd crossed paths, quick, hard sessions that left them both sated and silent after. And he always played it safe: she was on mandated contraception for the job, but her career hung on no risks, no surprises. Condoms every time, no exceptions, he pulled out even then, spilling outside to keep things airtight.

She sauntered over once her gear was stowed, weaving through the bustle, her boots kicking up faint puffs of sand. 'Cassian. Still playing king of the hill out here?'

He turned, smirking wider now, voice dropping low. 'Emerie. Someone’s gotta stop the place from burning to the ground.'

She rolled her eyes, slinging her pack higher on her shoulder, the motion pulling her shirt taut over her chest. 'Yeah well , command's buzzing like bees so you’ve fucked up somewhere. My squad's half-convinced we're walking into a fireworks show. You buying the hype?'

'Enough to keep sharp.' He nodded toward the command tent, where the CO was already hollering for briefings. 'But I've danced this dance before. Armor up, eyes open, same as always.'

Brick lumbered up then, eyeing Emerie with a nod of recognition and a shit-eating grin. 'Well, shit. If it ain't the desert ghost herself. You leading the new blood or just here to keep Cass on his toes?'

Emerie laughed, a sharp, confident sound that cut through the noise. 'Brick. Still built like a damn wall, I see. Nah, just another cog. Heard you two been babysitting royals, easy street till now?'

'Was,' Cassian cut in, jerking his thumb at the recruits huddled nearby, their faces still drawn. 'Now these kids think every shadow's a sniper. Patel over there asked if we get body bags issued standard.'

She glanced their way, amusement flickering in her brown eyes. 'Poor bastards. First real whiff of heat and they're folding. Remember my first tour? Thought every goat was a spotter.'

Brick guffawed, clapping her on the back. 'You? Fold? Bull. You outshot half the vets on quals. Cass here nearly started humping the trucks exhaust.' He winked at Cassian, who shot him a glare.

'Keep talking, Brick. I'll pair you with the rookies on the next sweep.' Cassian turned to Emerie, voice lowering as Brick wandered off to harass a newbie. 'Catch up later? After the briefing. Tents are filling up fast.'

Her gaze held his, heat simmering beneath the professional mask. 'Supply shed, east side. Nine o’clock. Don't be late, I've got a shift at dawn.' She brushed past him then, her hip grazing his just enough to send a jolt straight down, before vanishing into the throng.

The afternoon dragged into integration drills: joint squads running mock assaults on the perimeter, Cassian calling plays as Emerie's team slotted in seamlessly. 'Flank right, cover the breach!' he shouted, watching her move like liquid fire, rifle barking controlled bursts at targets. Sweat slicked her skin, darkening her shirt, and he had to force his focus back to the field. Newbies fumbled, one tripping over his own feet, but the vets like her kept it tight.

'Nice shot, Emerie!' Ramirez called out after she nailed a distant silhouette, his voice steadier than before. 'You make it look easy.'

She flashed a grin over her shoulder, wiping sweat from her brow. 'Years of practice, kid. Keep your elbows in,  you'll get there.'

Debrief was a zoo, CO pacing under the tent flaps, maps updated with fresh intel on rumoured cells plotting the prince's takedown. 'Intel says they're gearing for the next convoy. IEDs, snipers, assume nothing. Divisions merge effective now; Cassian, you're on joint lead with Lt. Hale's team.'

Nods rippled, tension thick as the humid air. Emerie sat two seats down, her pen scratching notes, but her foot nudged his under the table, a silent promise. Brick, across the way, caught Cassian's eye and mouthed 'Dickhead' with a thumbs-up, earning a subtle middle finger in return.

Nine O’clock hit, and Cassian ghosted to the east supply shed, a squat metal structure half-buried in sand, crates stacked like forgotten giants. He'd grabbed a condom from his kit on the way, always prepared, no risks. The door creaked under his push, dim lantern light spilling from within where Emerie waited, back to a pallet, uniform jacket shed to reveal the tank top clinging to her toned frame.

'Took you long enough,' she murmured, stepping close, hands already tugging at his belt.

He caught her waist, pulling her flush, mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that tasted of salt and urgency. 'Blame the Brick. Too much of a soft touch to beat these newbies into shape.' His fingers dug into her hips, sliding down to cup that ass he'd missed, squeezing as she ground against him.

She broke the kiss, nipping his jaw, voice husky. 'Less talk. Been three months, fuck, I need this.' Her hands freed his cock, stroking firm and sure, drawing a groan from his throat.

Cassian spun her against the crates, yanking her pants down just enough, his own shoved low enough. He sheathed himself quick, rolling the condom on with practiced ease before pressing the tip against her slick entrance. 'You good?' he rasped, always checking, even in the heat.

'Just fuck me,' she demanded, pushing back.

He thrust in hard, her pussy wet and tight around the latex barrier, clenching as she arched back. 'God, yes… fuck deeper,' she gasped, her hands bracing on the wood as he set a punishing rhythm.

The shed echoed with slaps of skin, his hips snapping forward, her ass bouncing against him with each drive. He gripped her hair, tilting her head for another bruising kiss, swallowing her moans. 'Harder, Cass, fuck me like you mean it,' she panted, rocking back to meet him, her body trembling.

Sweat dripped, mixing with the grit, as he pounded relentlessly, the condom slick with her arousal. Her walls fluttered, release crashing over her in a sharp cry that he muffled with his hand over her mouth. He pulled out just as his own edge hit, ripping off the condom and stroking himself twice before spilling hot ropes across her ass, marking her skin without a drop inside. Safe, always, her career wasn't worth the gamble, mandated shots or not.

They slumped together, breaths ragged, before disentangling with efficient pulls of zippers. She grabbed a rag from a nearby crate, wiping herself clean with a smirk. 'As good as always. Nice to see you’ve not lost your edge.'

He nodded, disposing of the condom discreetly in a corner bin. 'Fuck, forgot how good that was. Listen watch your six out there tomorrow, rumours ain't just talk.'

'Always do.' She slipped out first, vanishing into the night, leaving him to linger a beat, the ache sated but the base's dangers sharper in the afterglow.

Days blurred after, joint patrols where Emerie's squad meshed with his, banter flying over comms. 'Eyes on the alley-clear,' she'd report, voice steady as they cleared a market, prince's convoy humming behind.

Newbies loosened up fractionally, Ramirez even cracking a joke during a hike. 'If we blow up, at least the sand's soft landing.'

Brick ribbed him. 'Keep dreaming, kid. Cass'll drag your ass back and make you run drills with one foot.'

The group laughed, tension easing, as Cassian led on, smirk hidden, the thrill of Emerie's secret heat fuelling the grind, mind clear for the storm brewing. The base thrummed with a tense undercurrent as the prince's visit wound down, his political rounds wrapping up in the sweltering heat of the local capital. Twenty-four hours, that's all that stood between the convoy's final escort and the chopper blades chopping air to whisk him back to safer skies. Cassian had been drilling the joint squads relentlessly, maps etched into his brain like scars, every route from the government compound to the airstrip memorized down to the potholes. 'No slop,' he'd bark during morning briefs, eyes scanning the mix of vets and newbies. 'Prince's done shaking hands, now we get him out clean. Eyes sharp, mouths shut.'

Emerie slotted in like she'd always been there, her squad meshing with his during endless patrols that snaked through dusty markets and shadowed alleys. They'd stolen moments whenever the rhythm allowed, quick, frantic fucks in shadowed corners of the motor pool or behind the latrines, her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her, condom always in place, pulling out at the end to spill across her thigh or stomach.

'Fuck, Cass. Harder,' she'd gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, her pussy clenching tight around him until she shattered, then he'd chase his release outside her, safe and controlled. No risks, no regrets, just raw release to cut the edge off the grind.

One evening, after a gruelling sim where they'd practiced convoy breaches, Cassian caught her eye across the yard. The sun dipped low, painting the sand in bloody hues, and the air hummed with the whine of generators. 'Debriefs in ten,' he muttered as she brushed past, her hand grazing his crotch just enough to stir him. 'Meet me in the auxiliary storage, back row.'

She smirked, voice low. 'Bossy.'

The storage unit was a dim maze of crates and tarps, the scent of oil and canvas thick. Cassian slipped in first, heart pounding from the day's tension, and there she was, leaning against a stack of ammo boxes, pants already unbuttoned.

'Gotta keep this quick, Hale want’s be in his tent in ten for a run through.' He closed the gap, hands rough on her hips as he spun her around, yanking her pants down to her knees. She braced on the crate, ass presented, and he freed his cock, rolling on the condom with one hand while palming her wet folds with the other. 'So fucking ready,' he growled, thrusting in deep, her moan echoing off the metal walls.

'Yes god, fill me up,' she panted, pushing back as he set a brutal pace, hips slamming against her ass. The crates rattled with each drive, her pussy gripping him like a vice, slick sounds mixing with their breaths. He reached around, fingers circling her clit, and she bucked, crying out as she came hard, walls fluttering. Cassian pulled out just in time, stripping the condom and stroking himself to finish, hot cum painting her lower back in thick spurts.

They cleaned up fast, her wiping with a spare rag while he tucked himself away. 'Gets better every time,' she quipped, zipping up with a grin.

He chuckled, slapping her ass lightly. 'Till next time. Make sure you get some decent sleep, tomorrow's the big one.'

The next morning dawned brutal, the steam hung heavy in the barracks shower cubicle at 5:30am, turning the air thick and hazy as hot water cascaded from the overhead nozzle, drumming against Cassian's broad shoulders. He stood under the spray, eyes half-closed in the rare moment of solitude after the punishing solo morning hike he’d forced himself on through the dusty trails of this godforsaken foreign outpost. Rivulets traced the contours of his chiselled torso, washing away the grit and salt that clung to his skin. His hands worked methodically, soaping his chest, the suds sliding down his defined abs to his groin, where his cock dangled thick and semi-erect, oblivious to the impending interruption.

The faint creak of the cubicle door shattered the quiet rhythm. Cassian spun around, water sluicing off his face, his voice a low growl. 'Occupied.'

The words died on his lips as Emerie pushed through, her naked form slipping inside like she owned the place. She was a vision of lean muscle and sun-bronzed skin, her breasts pert and swaying slightly with the motion, dark nipples already tightening in the humid warmth. Water from the shower misted her immediately, beading on her collarbones and trickling between her cleavage. Without a word, she kicked the door shut and hooked her uniform, crumpled fatigues and boots, onto the peg beside his own pile of gear.

His gaze roamed shamelessly, drinking in the sight of her. The neat patch of dark curls above her pussy caught his eye, groomed into a tidy strip that screamed deliberate care amid the army's rough edges.

'Emerie,' he said, his tone roughening with instant heat. 'You got a death wish? Barging in here buck-naked? One wrong eye, and we're both explaining ourselves to the CO.'

She flashed a grin, all confidence and mischief, stepping fully into the downpour. The water soaked her hair, plastering it to her neck and shoulders as she closed the distance, her hips swaying with purpose. 'Death wish? Nah, just horny after imagining your ass on that stupid hike you disappeared on. Figured you'd need a hand to loosen up those knots.' Her palm flattened against his pec, fingers splaying over the inked lines there, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath. The touch sent a jolt straight to his groin, his cock twitching visibly.

Cassian grabbed her wrist, but instead of pulling away, he yanked her flush against him, her wet breasts mashing into his chest, nipples scraping his skin. 'Bold move, private. Last deployment, you waited till lights out in the tent. This? This is playing with fire, people are already rounding for breakfast.' His free hand settled on her lower back, thumb dipping into the dimple above her ass as he leaned down, lips hovering near hers. The steam wrapped around them like a veil, the base's distant hum fading to nothing.

Emerie's laugh was low, throaty, vibrating against his mouth. 'Fire's what I want, Sergeant. Hot and fast.' She tilted her head, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue pushing past his teeth to stroke deep.

He met her aggression, one hand cupping her jaw to hold her steady while the other slid down to grip her thigh, lifting it slightly to press her core against his hardening length. The kiss turned messy, water streaming between their open mouths, her teeth grazing his tongue as she sucked on it lightly.

He broke away first, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to hers. 'Fuck, you taste good in the morning.' His fingers trailed lower, brushing her folds, finding her already damp with more than just the shower. He didn’t have a condom stashed here, not in the damn shower but he had a feeling she already knew that.

She sensed his hesitation, her hand wrapping around his shaft, pumping slow and firm, feeling it swell in her fist. 'Can't go all the way,' she whispered, voice laced with seduction, eyes gleaming. 'But that doesn't mean we can’t play.' Her strokes quickened, thumb circling the flushed head, coaxing a bead of pre-cum that she smeared down his length. The control thrilled her, him, the big sergeant, putty in her hands amid the arousal fog.

Cassian thrust into her grip, a guttural sound escaping him. 'Tease. You know how bad I want to pin you down and pound that tight pussy.' His fingers plunged into her, two thick digits curling inside, thumb grinding her clit. She bucked against him, moaning into his neck.

'Later, maybe,' she panted, nipping his earlobe. 'For now... on your knees, Sergeant.' The words slithered out, husky and commanding, her eyes daring him to refuse.

He froze for a beat, then a slow, wolfish smile curved his lips. Her audacity always got him, flipping their ranks in these private moments. He sank down, knees hitting the wet tiles with a slap, the water pooling around him. His hands gripped her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft inner flesh as he guided her leg up, draping it over one broad shoulder. Her calf flexed against his back, heel digging lightly into his skin.

Emerie leaned back against the cool tile wall, the contrast making her gasp, one hand bracing for balance while the other fisted his dripping hair. 'That's it. Show me how much you want this.' Her pussy hovered before him, lips parted and glistening, the styled bush framing her entrance invitingly.

Cassian started slow, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, teeth scraping just enough to raise goosebumps. 'Fuck you smell like heaven,' he murmured, nose brushing her curls, inhaling her musk. His tongue darted out, licking a stripe up her slit, savouring the tangy flavour that bloomed on his taste buds. 'So fucking wet for me already. Been thinking about my mouth baby?'

She shuddered, hips canting forward. 'Maybe. Now quit teasing, eat my pussy Sargant.' Her voice hitched as he complied, tongue delving between her folds, lapping at her entrance before flattening against her clit. He sucked gently, then harder, alternating with flicks that made her toes curl over his shoulder.

'Fuck Cass, suck my clit, just like that,' she demanded, tugging his hair to pull him closer. 'I want those fingers. Stretch me out.' Water poured over them both, her breasts heaving with each breath, nipples aching in the spray.

He growled in response, sliding two fingers into her slick heat, thrusting deep while his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking with rhythmic pulls. The wet sounds of his tongue and fingers filled the cubicle, mingling with her rising whimpers.

Emerie moaned, grinding against his face. 'Fuck, yes, deeper, Cass. Curl them... right there.' Pleasure coiled low in her gut, building with every plunge of his fingers, every swirl of his tongue through her bush.

Sensing her mounting need, Cassian shifted, his strong arms hooking under her thighs. With a grunt, he lifted her other leg, manoeuvring it over his free shoulder until both were draped around his neck, her ankles crossing behind his head. Her full weight pressed against the wall now, back arched to the tiles, but his broad shoulders bore her up effortlessly, muscles flexing under the strain. His free hand clamped onto her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the firm flesh, spreading her wider as he held her suspended. The position left her completely open, pussy grinding directly onto his eager mouth, no escape from the onslaught.

'Oh shit, Cass!' she cried, the new angle sending shocks through her core. Her legs locked around him, thighs squeezing his ears, the water cascading down her body to pool in the creases where they connected.

He devoured her with renewed fervour, tongue thrusting into her alongside his fingers, then retreating to lash her clit. His grip tightened on her ass, kneading the globes, one finger teasing the crease toward her rear entrance without pushing in.

She writhed, the wall cool against her spine, his shoulders a solid anchor. 'Your tongue, deeper, fuck me with it. Yeah, fuck, your hands on my ass feel so good.' Her breaths came in gasps, hips bucking in tiny circles, chasing the friction. The steam blurred her vision, but she could feel every detail: the rasp of his stubble on her sensitive skin, the heat of his breath, the unyielding press of his palms spreading her cheeks.

Cassian hummed, the vibration humming straight to her nerves. 'Taste so damn good.' He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping in sync with his sucking mouth. His nose nudged her curls, buried deep as he alternated between broad laps and pinpoint flicks on her swollen nub.

'Cassian, shit, I'm getting close,' she warned, voice breaking, nails scraping his scalp. 'Don't stop… fuck yes, please don’t stop.' Her body tensed, muscles quivering in his hold, the position amplifying every sensation, leaving her helpless to the building orgasm.

The release hit her like a storm, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his tongue as she screamed his name. Waves of bliss pulsed through her, thighs clamping his neck, back bowing off the wall while he held her steady, lapping every drop until she sagged, spent and trembling in his grasp. The waves of her climax crashed over Emerie in relentless surges, her pussy pulsing around Cassian's invading fingers, walls fluttering as she rode out the peak. He didn't let up, his tongue lapping greedily at her folds, collecting every gush of her release that spilled onto his lips and chin. The tangy essence coated his mouth, mixing with the shower's endless spray, as he hummed low against her clit, drawing out the aftershocks until her body quivered uncontrollably.

'Cass, fuck, too much,' she whimpered, her voice fracturing into breathy pleas, legs trembling around his neck like they might give out any second. Her thighs squeezed his ears one last time before her hands pushed weakly at his shoulders, fingers slipping on his wet skin. 'Fuck, stop... sensitive ' The words came out soft, almost apologetic amid the haze of bliss, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Cassian eased back slowly, his tongue giving one final, gentle swipe along her slit before he withdrew his fingers with a slick pop, the sound echoing faintly in the steamy confines. He looked up at her through water-drooped lashes, eyes dark with satisfaction and lingering hunger.

'You taste like fucking nectar.' His voice rumbled deep, laced with pride, as he pressed a series of soft, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her thighs, starting from where her skin met his shoulders and working downward. Each peck was tender, a contrast to the raw intensity moments before, his stubble grazing her sensitized flesh and making her twitch.

She hummed softly, her grip loosening in his hair, fingers now stroking idly as the tension melted from her muscles. The water pounded on his back, but he held her steady, broad shoulders flexing under her weight. With careful strength, Cassian uncrossed her ankles from behind his head, sliding one leg down first, then the other, until her feet touched the tiled floor. He kept his hands on her ass cheeks a beat longer, thumbs tracing soothing circles into the firm globes before releasing her fully. 'Easy now. Find your legs, soldier.' He watched her wobble slightly, knees buckling just a fraction as blood rushed back to her limbs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

Emerie braced one hand against the wall, the cool tiles grounding her as she steadied herself, her free hand trailing down his arm for support. 'Shit, those shoulders of yours are a goddamn weapon.' She let out a shaky laugh, eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, still hazy with post-orgasm glow.

Cassian rose fluidly from his kneel, water sluicing off his towering frame as he straightened to his full height, muscles rippling from the effort. He loomed over her now, six-foot-something of solid army build, his cock jutting out rigid and throbbing, veins prominent along the thick shaft, the head flushed deep red and leaking pre-cum that the shower diluted into thin streams. His hands settled on her hips, pulling her close for a moment, letting her feel the heat radiating from his body.

Before he could make the next move, Emerie surged up on her toes, crashing her mouth against his in a fierce, demanding kiss. She wanted it, needed to taste the evidence of her pleasure on his tongue, the musky tang of herself mingling with his clean, soapy flavour. Her lips parted wide, tongue plunging in to chase it, swirling around his as she moaned into the connection. 'Mmm, that's me Tastes perfect.' Her words muffled against his mouth, hands fisting the short hairs at his nape to hold him there.

Cassian groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through her as his control snapped back into place. One large hand tangled in her wet hair, fingers threading through the strands to grip at the roots, angling her head just how he wanted, tilted back, exposing her neck if he chose to break away. He took over the kiss with dominant strokes, his tongue thrusting deep, claiming her mouth as thoroughly as he'd claimed her pussy moments ago.

'Fuck, Emerie, drive me insane.' He nipped her lower lip, tugging it between his teeth before soothing it with a lick, his free hand sliding up her side to cup her breast, thumb rolling the hardened nipple.

She melted into it for a heartbeat, body arching toward his touch, but then a grin spread across her lips against his. Emerie pulled back with a deliberate shove to his chest, her palms flat on the slick planes of his pecs, pushing just enough to create space. Water beaded on her lashes as she looked up at him, eyes sparkling with that teasing glint he both loved and loathed.

'Whoa, easy there, Sergeant. Taking charge already? We gotta be quick with your turn, squads will be rotating through these showers soon, and I don't fancy explaining why we're both late and reeking of sex.' She glanced down pointedly at his straining cock, bobbing insistently between them, then back up, her expression turning wicked. 'Or maybe I should just leave you like this. All hard and throbbing, balls aching. I've got what I came for, your mouth buried in my pussy, making me scream. Why should I return the favour when I could walk out and let you jerk off alone, thinking about how I used you?'

Her words hung in the humid air, laced with playful cruelty, her fingers trailing teasingly down his abs, stopping just short of his groin. She bit her lip, feigning consideration, knowing exactly how to stoke his fire. Cassian's eyes narrowed, a low growl building in his chest, rumbling out like thunder. His hand tightened fractionally in her hair, not painful but firm, holding her gaze locked on his.

'You wouldn’t dare. Think you can leave me hanging after that show? Get on your fucking knees. Suck my cock before we’re caught.' The command came out rough, edged with raw need, his hips canting forward instinctively, the tip of his dick brushing her belly.

Cassian's grip in Emerie's hair tightened just enough to assert his command, his fingers twisting the wet strands as he guided her downward with unyielding pressure. She sank gracefully to her knees on the slick tile floor, the warm cascade of the shower beating down on her bare skin like a relentless summer rain, rivulets tracing paths over her shoulders, down the curve of her spine, and pooling around her thighs. Her eyes never left his, locked in that defiant spark of challenge mixed with surrender, her lips parting slightly in anticipation as she settled into position, the water plastering her dark hair to her neck and cheeks.

'That's it, down you go,' he murmured, voice gravelly with restrained urgency, his free hand wrapping around the base of his cock, the thick 7.5 inches pulsing hot and heavy in his palm.

The shaft was rigid, skin stretched taut over veins that throbbed with his heartbeat, the head swollen and glistening under the spray. He angled it toward her face, the tip hovering inches from her mouth, and with a deliberate flick of his wrist, he slapped the underside against her full lower lip, once, twice, the wet smack echoing softly amid the hiss of water. 'Open up for me, Emerie. Show me that pretty mouth was made for this.'

She complied with a sly tilt of her head, parting her lips wider, her tongue darting out to wet them further, but he wasn't done teasing. Emerie extended her tongue fully, holding it flat and inviting, a pink invitation amid the steam. Cassian groaned low, the sight sending a fresh jolt through his groin, and he brought his cock down again, slapping the broad head firmly against her outstretched tongue. The impact made her taste the salty bead of pre-cum that smeared across the surface, her eyes fluttering half-closed at the flavour.

'Fuck, yeah, stick it out like a good girl. Feel how hard you got me?.'

Another slap, lighter this time, the flesh connecting with a lewd, wet sound that made his balls draw up tighter. Emerie's breath hitched, a soft hum vibrating from her throat as she savoured the contact, her hands coming up to rest on his thighs, fingers digging into the corded muscles there for balance. The shower pounded on her back, water streaming over her breasts, nipples pebbled from the mix of heat and exposure, droplets catching on her lashes as she looked up at him through them.

'Mmm, tastes like trouble,' she whispered, voice husky, before leaning in just a fraction, her tongue flicking experimentally at the slit to lap up more of his essence. 'You gonna make me beg for it, or just feed it to me?'

Cassian chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling from his chest as he traced the head along her tongue one last time, coating it thoroughly before positioning himself at her entrance. 'No begging needed baby. Now suck.'

He pushed forward slowly, watching her lips stretch around the girth as she took him in, her mouth enveloping the first few inches with a warm, velvety suction that had him hissing through clenched teeth. She only managed about three and a half inches, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled back, then advanced again, setting a deliberate rhythm that had her bobbing shallowly, tongue swirling along the underside with each pass.

'Goddamn, your mouth...,' he groaned, hips twitching involuntarily as the pleasure coiled low in his gut.

Emerie's lips sealed around him snugly, sliding up and down that partial depth, her saliva mixing with the shower water to create slick, obscene sounds that filled the cubicle. She moaned around his cock, the vibration humming straight to his core, her eyes watering slightly from the effort but never breaking contact with his gaze. One hand braced on his thigh, the other reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm, adding to the building tension. Satisfied with her initiative, Cassian released his hold on her hair, his fingers combing through the strands instead, brushing them back from her face so he could watch unobstructed.

He wrapped his own hand around the exposed base, just above where her lips stretched, and began pumping in time with her movements, his fist gliding over the remaining length with firm, twisting strokes. The dual sensation, her mouth on the head and his hand on the shaft, had him grunting softly, breath coming in sharp bursts. 'Shit, Emerie... look at you.'

She pulled off briefly with a gasp, lips shiny and swollen, a string of saliva connecting her to his tip before it snapped under the spray. 'You like me on my knees Sargant?.'

 Her grin was wicked, water beading on her chin as she dove back in, sucking harder this time, her head tilting to take him at a new angle, cheeks flushing from the heat and exertion. The moan she let out was deeper, muffled around him, sending fresh tremors through his length as she hollowed her cheeks again, pulling with insistent suction.

Cassian let out a series of low grunts, each one punctuating her pulls. 'Nngh... yeah... fuck, just like that'. His eyes riveted to the sight of her on her knees beneath the relentless shower stream. Water cascaded over her naked body in shimmering sheets, tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and soaking into the dark patch between her legs where she'd just cum. Her skin glistened, every curve highlighted by the liquid veil, making her look like some primal offering in the humid haze. He stroked faster now, matching her pace, thumb swiping over the sensitive ridge just below the head when she retreated, heightening the friction. 'You're killing me, woman. That tongue... feels like heaven wrapped around my dick.'

Emerie obliged without a word, her tongue pressing flat and undulating against the vein that ran along his length, moaning again as she tasted more of him leaking onto her palate. The vibrations made his thighs tense under her grip, his grunts growing rougher, more animalistic, as he watched her work.

'Keep moaning for it, fuck, just like that. You love this, don't you? Sucking me off while anyone could walk in.' His hand in her hair resumed a light hold, not guiding but encouraging, thumb stroking her temple as the pleasure built steadily, his cock twitching in her mouth with every shallow thrust she allowed.

'Can feel  my mouth making you throb, bet you wanna shove it deeper, but you're trying to be so patient.' She licked a broad stripe from base to tip, where his hand met her mouth, before engulfing him once more, taking that same partial length with renewed vigor, her free hand now joining his on the shaft, their fingers overlapping in slick unison.

'Patient? Barely holding on,' he admitted with a grunt, hips rocking subtly forward to meet her. 'Feels like your throat's begging for it. Wet, warm, sucking me like you can't get enough.' The shower's roar drowned out the subtler sounds, but his focus was solely on her, the way her body knelt submissively yet powerfully under the downpour, every suck and stroke pushing him closer to the edge without tipping over.

Cassian's restraint frayed at the edges as the heat in his core built relentlessly, Emerie's mouth working him with that steady, insistent pull that had his hips shifting forward on instinct. He couldn't hold back anymore, needed more friction, more depth. His hand slid back into her soaked hair, fingers curling tight at the roots, and he began thrusting lightly into her welcoming heat, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat with each controlled push. The motion drew out those filthy, wet gluck gluck sounds from her, her throat constricting around him as she relaxed into it, letting him use her mouth like it was his to claim. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her lips, mixing with the shower water that poured over them both, dripping down her chin and onto her chest in shiny trails.

'Fuck, Emerie... yeah, take it deeper,' he rasped, voice thick and commanding, his eyes squeezing shut as he rolled his head back onto his broad shoulders.

The pleasure spiked sharp and sweet, her tongue pressing flat against his underside while her lips stretched wide around his girth. He widened his stance slightly, feet planting firmer on the slick tiles to steady himself, knees bending just enough to angle his thrusts perfectly. Each glide in and out hit that soft barrier at the back of her mouth, her gags muffled but audible, gluck, gluck, vibrating through his length and making his balls ache with building pressure. 'That's my girl... let me fuck this throat. Hear those sounds? So goddamn sloppy for me.'

She hummed in response, the vibration buzzing along his shaft as her hands gripped his thighs harder, nails biting into the wet skin to anchor herself. Water streamed down her face now, plastering her lashes together, but she didn't falter, her throat opening wider with each pass, those obscene noises growing wetter, more desperate.

'Mmmph... use it, Cassian,' she managed around him during a brief retreat, her voice garbled and breathy, lips brushing his tip before she sucked him back in. 'Fuck my face baby.' Her eyes locked on his abdomen as he thrust again, the gluck echoing louder, her body rocking slightly with the rhythm under the relentless spray.

It felt incredible, the tight, slick slide of her mouth, the way she swallowed around him to pull him deeper, but as Cassian surrendered to the sensation, his mind betrayed him, drifting unbidden to Daisy. That 19-year-old whippet of a girl he'd tangled with just weeks ago, back home on leave. God, the memory hit him like a punch: stumbling through her front door after a night out, her slim frame pressed against him in the dim hallway light. She'd dropped to her knees right there in her hallway, no hesitation, her eager hands yanking at his belt with a desperation that had his blood roaring. 'I need to know what this big cock tastes like,' she'd begged, voice all husky plea, her big eyes looking up at him as she freed his length and wasted no time.

In his mind's eye, he saw it play out again, Daisy engulfing him whole in one bold move, her throat relaxing past her gag reflex like she'd been born for it. No half-measures like with Emerie; Daisy had buried him to the hilt, her nose pressing flush against his pelvis, lips sealed tight at the base as she fucked her face onto him with wild abandon. The way her throat bulged around his thickness, her swallows milking him from the inside... fuck, it had been unreal. Tears had streamed down her flushed cheeks, not from discomfort but pure, filthy effort, while thick strings of slobber spilled from her mouth, coating his shaft and balls before dripping onto her perky tits that he'd yanked free from her top. 'Choke on that cock, baby, fuck your throat on me,' he'd growled then, hands fisting her hair just like now, and she'd moaned around him, humming vibrations that nearly ended him right there in the hallway.

Cassian grunted low, the recollection sharpening his arousal even as Emerie's mouth worked him diligently below. She was good damn good, gagging wetly on his thrusts, her wet sucks filling the steam-filled air, but she couldn't match Daisy's pro-level hunger. Emerie took less than half, her throat fluttering in protest each time he nudged it, while Daisy had owned it, letting him pound her face until her makeup ran in black streaks and her chin glistened with spit. 'Shit... so fucking good, Emerie, but... fuck,' he muttered under his breath, too lost in the fantasy to filter it, his hips snapping a fraction faster now, chasing that edge.

The memory deepened: after wrecking Daisy's throat in the hallway, he'd hauled her up, come still heavy in his balls, and dragged her upstairs to her bedroom. There, he'd spread her wide on her bed pounded into her tight pussy, her slim legs shaking as she’d begged for more. 'Cassian…please…fuck me properly, uhh I need it baby,' she'd gasped, and he'd obliged, slamming deep until she'd clenched around him, screaming his name.

But he hadn't spilled down her throat that night, no he’d buried himself inside her and emptied himself, something he’d never allowed himself the privilege of doing with Emerie. The what-if gnawed at him now; fuck, he wanted to know how it'd feel to unload straight into Daisy's willing gullet, feel her swallow it all down without spilling a drop.

Those thoughts coiled tighter in his gut, his balls drawing up hard as the dual assault, Emerie's real, eager sucking and the vivid replay of Daisy, pushed him over. His hands clenched fiercely in Emerie's hair, yanking her forward to meet his accelerating thrusts, the pace turning rougher, more demanding. The sloppy sounds intensified, her throat spasming around his head as he chased release.

'Gonna cum, Emerie… fuck, take it all,' he grunted out, voice strained and guttural, eyes still squeezed shut as Daisy's face flashed behind his lids. His cock swelled, pulsing wildly, and then he was spilling, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat in thick bursts, his hips jerking erratically with each wave.

Emerie didn't pull away; she hummed deep and satisfied around him, the vibration milking every last drop as her throat worked to swallow it down. Her lips stayed sealed tight, sucking greedily, tongue lapping at the underside to draw out the final spurts until he was spent, shuddering above her. Only then did she ease off with a soft pop, her mouth full of his load, and tilt her head back to show him, tongue out, the creamy mess pooled there, white against pink, some dribbling at the corners despite her efforts. Water rained down on her upturned face, mixing with the evidence of his climax, making it glisten obscenely.

'Look what you did... all for me,' she murmured, voice thick and teasing, holding his gaze before closing her mouth and swallowing with an audible gulp, her throat bobbing visibly. She licked her lips clean, chasing the remnants, a smug smile curving them. 'Tastes like you needed that bad.'

Cassian panted, chest heaving under the shower's assault, his cock softening in the humid air as he looked down at her. It was hot as hell, Emerie on her knees, swallowing his come like a champ, her body slick and marked by their play, but all he could fixate on was Daisy. The way she'd have done it with even more fire, begging for him to flood her throat next time. He hadn't gotten that with her yet, he’d painted her pretty face, but fuck, the craving lingered, sharp and unsatisfied even as reality grounded him back in the moment.

The early morning shower had set Cassians day off to good start, Emerie had managed to slip out without being caught but Brick had still given him that knowing look when Cassian had walked into the communal tent. The prince's last meeting with the local head of government dragged into midday. Intel had pinged low chatter, no major threats, but Cassian didn't buy complacency. The convoy assembled at the compound gates: armoured Humvees in a tight diamond, prince's ride in the centre, snipers on overwatch. Cassian's squad flanked left, Emerie's right, Brick riding shotgun in the lead vehicle with him. Newbies like Ramirez and Ellis filled the rear, faces pale under their helmets.

'All units, roll out,' the CO crackled over comms as engines roared to life, tires churning sand into clouds. The route back to base was standard, through the city's labyrinthine streets, past bazaars thick with vendors hawking spices and rugs, then out to the open dunes where the airstrip waited. Cassian scanned rooftops from his perch, rifle steady, the weight of his vest a second skin.

'Tight formation,' he ordered into his mic. 'Brick, eyes on the left flank. Linton, report any tails.'

'Clear so far,' Emerie replied, voice crisp. 'But these streets are a rat's nest, watch the alleys.'

The convoy crawled through the throng, horns blaring to part the crowd, locals staring from doorways with wary eyes. Halfway through the old quarter, a sharp crack split the air, rifle shot, high and wild, pinging off the lead Humvee's hood. 'Contact! Sniper, eleven o'clock!' Cassian shouted, vehicle swerving as return fire erupted.

Chaos bloomed fast: another shot whizzed past, grazing Brick's arm through the open window, tearing fabric and skin in a shallow gash. Blood welled, but Brick didn't flinch, just grunted, clamping a hand over it while grabbing his rifle. 'Fucker missed,' he muttered, leaning out to snap off rounds at the rooftop glint. 'Suppressing, go, go!'

Cassian kicked the door, covering as the convoy accelerated, gunners blazing. 'Prince secure?' he barked.

'Affirm, shaken but good,' came the centre vehicle's response. Emerie's voice cut in: 'Got eyes on the shooter, lone body, rooftop southeast. Taking him down.' A burst from her squad's mounted gun, and the figure slumped, body tumbling to the street below.

It was over in seconds, handled quick, no casualties beyond the graze. The convoy punched through to the clear, speeding toward base, adrenaline thick in the air. Back at the wire, they disgorged, medics swarming. Ramirez hit the ground first, puking into the sand, his face green. 'Oh god, thought that was it,' he gasped, wiping his mouth as Ellis knelt beside him, looking queasy himself.

'First blood,' Brick rumbled, shrugging off his vest as a corpsman inspected the wound. Blood soaked his sleeve, a four-inch slice raw but shallow. 'Stings like a bitch.' He waved off the fuss, flexing his massive arm. 'Tape it and call it, fucking had worse from shaving.'

The corpsman chuckled, dabbing antiseptic. 'Tough son of a bitch. Hold still, stitches later.'

Cassian clapped Brick's good shoulder, scanning the group. 'Solid work. Shooter down, prince intact. Debrief in thirty, gear down first.' His eyes found Emerie across the yard, her chest heaving under her tac vest, a fierce grin splitting her face. She nodded, the spark between them igniting despite the buzz.

The prince's team hustled him inside for a final check, chopper prepped on the pad, but the base locked tight until liftoff. Afternoon dragged with statements and reloaded, tension uncoiling slow. Cassian caught Emerie in the armoury during a lull, her restocking mags while he wiped down his rifle.

'Close one,' she said, glancing up, brown eyes sharp. 'That shot was aimed for the tires, lucky miss.'

He stepped closer, voice low. 'Yeah. But we're clear now. You free after this? Need to burn this off.'

She set the mag down, hand brushing his thigh. 'Supply tent, west side. Give me twenty, gotta report to Hale first.'

He nodded, the promise settling heat in his gut. 'Don't keep me waiting.'

They'd been at it like rabbits since her squad arrived, every stolen hour a frenzy. Mornings before reveille, her mouth on his cock in the showers, sucking him deep until he came down her throat. Afternoons in the motor pool, him bending her over the hood of a jeep, fucking her from behind with quick, deep thrusts, always wrapped and pulling out to come on her ass. Nights blurred into more, her riding him in his bunk while everyone else was eating, pussy sliding down his length until they both shattered quietly.

But that evening, post-incident, the west supply tent called. Cassian arrived first, dim bulb casting shadows over pallets of gear. Emerie slipped in minutes later, locking the flap, her uniform dusty from the streets. 'Fuck the debrief,' she murmured, shoving him against a table, mouth hot on his.

He kissed back fierce, hands roaming, unbuckling her belt. 'Missed this, needed your tight little pussy this morning in that shower.' He spun her, bending her over the supply table, pants yanked to her ankles. She spread her legs, ass up, and he palmed her cheeks, spreading her to see her glistening folds. 'So wet already.'

'For you, now fuck me,' she demanded, wiggling back.

He rolled on the condom, thick cock throbbing as he lined up and slammed in, burying to the hilt. She cried out, hands gripping the table edge, body jolting with each powerful thrust. 'Yes, god, Cass, pound me!' Her ass rippled under his hips, the slap of skin loud in the confined space, her pussy soaking him through the latex.

He gripped her hips, driving deeper, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple through her shirt. 'Take it, fuck,' he growled, pace relentless, sweat beading on his back.

The flap rustled then, unclipped, because who the hell checks supplies at dusk? Ramirez stumbled in, arms full of crates, eyes widening at the sight: Emerie bent over, moaning, Cassian's massive frame dominating her, cock plunging in and out with wet smacks.

The kid froze, crates slipping from his grip, clattering to the floor. 'Oh shit-sorry! I didn't-fuck!' His face drained of colour, stumbling back, hands up like he was facing a firing squad.

Cassian didn't stop, thrust once more, deep, before barking over his shoulder. 'Get the fuck out, Ramirez! Now!'

The newbie bolted, door flapping behind him, his panicked apology echoing. 'Sorry, sir! I’m leaving… Won't say a word-promise!'

Emerie burst out laughing first, the sound husky and breathless, her walls clenching around Cassian in amusement. 'Poor kid, looked like he saw a ghost. Or two fucking like animals.'

Cassian couldn't help it, chuckled low, still buried in her, hips grinding slow. 'Almost shat himself. Bet he's puking again outside.' He pulled her hair gently, tilting her head back. 'You good?'

'Mmhm don't stop,' she gasped, rocking back, laughter fading to moans.

He obliged, slamming in harder, the table creaking under them. 'Gonna make you come, then I'm painting this ass.' His fingers found her clit, rubbing firm circles as he fucked her relentlessly, her cries building until she shattered, pussy spasming around him. Cassian pulled out, ripping off the condom, and stroked fast, groaning as he came hard, ropes of come splattering her cheeks and lower back, marking her.

They panted, collapsing against the table, her wiping clean with a nearby cloth while he disposed of the evidence. 'That was fun,' she said, still giggling. 'Ramirez will never look at a tent the same.'

'Kid's traumatized, good motivation to keep his mouth shut.' Cassian zipped up, pulling her into a quick kiss. 'Round two later? Bunk's will be empty during evening drills.'

She smirked, straightening her shirt. 'If we survive the prince's send-off.'

Debrief wrapped late, CO praising the quick response: shooter ID'd as a low-level insurgent, no cell behind it, prince en route to the pad under heavy guard. Brick got his arm bandaged, joking with the medics. 'Flesh wound? This is a scratch. Wait till I tell the Mrs, I’ll be getting the real good lovin.'

Ramirez avoided Cassian's gaze during the wrap-up, face flushed, mumbling reports without meeting eyes. Ellis nudged him later in the mess. 'Heard you walked into something. Spill.'

'Shut up,' Ramirez hissed, glancing around. 'Not a word, or Cass'll bury me in the dunes.'

Night fell, the chopper's thump vibrating the base as the prince lifted off, lights fading into the stars. Cassian watched from the perimeter, relief settling like dust. Emerie joined him, shoulder to shoulder. 'Done. Back to routine.'

He grinned, hand brushing hers. 'With perks.'

She laughed soft. 'Damn right. Now, about that bunk...'

They vanished into the shadows, the base quieting, their rhythm unbroken amid the endless sand.

The prince's chopper had long faded into the hazy horizon, leaving the base to simmer in the aftermath of the botched hit. Dust settled over the compound like a sigh of relief mixed with wariness, two more weeks of sweeps, intel briefs, and twitchy patrols to mop up any loose ends from the assassin's failure. Whispers of retaliation hung in the air, but for now, the grunts could breathe a fraction easier. With the high-value target off their books, command loosened the reins just enough: personal items returned, phones and wallets fished out of locked safes where they'd been stashed since wheels-up stateside.

Cassian shovelled the last bites of his MRE, some godawful chili mac that tasted like regret, under the food tent's sagging canopy. The evening sun baked the canvas overhead, turning the air thick and metallic, while fans whirred lazily against the heat. He sat at a scarred picnic table crammed with Brick and a cluster of newbies from his squad: Ramirez still looking like he'd seen a demon, Ellis picking at his tray with forced nonchalance, and a couple others nursing water bottles like lifelines. The scent of reheated rations and sweat clung to everything, the distant crack of small-arms practice punctuating the low hum of chatter.

Brick, arm bandaged but flexing like it was a badge of honour, leaned back on the bench, boots kicked out. ‘Pass the salt, you lazy fucks. This slop needs all the help it can get.’ He snatched the shaker from Ellis, who barely protested, and sprinkled it over his own half-eaten beef stew. ‘Two weeks of babysitting ghosts, better than dodging bullets for royalty, but I'm itching for a real scrap.’

Cassian snorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Speak for yourself. Prince is gone, no more tiptoeing around his ego. Now we hunt the hunters.’ He glanced at Ramirez, who was methodically stirring his mashed potatoes, fork trembling just enough to notice. The kid hadn't made eye contact since that tent fiasco two nights back. ‘You good over there, Ramirez? Or you still replaying your greatest hits?’

The table erupted in chuckles from the vets, Brick's booming laugh cutting through loudest. He slapped the table, making trays rattle. ‘Oh, come on, Cass, lay off the boy. Poor Ramirez here's been jumpier than a jackrabbit in a minefield ever since he busted you and Emerie going at it like freight trains. Kid probably needs therapy after seeing your bare ass.’

Ramirez's face flushed crimson under the tan, his fork clattering to the tray. ‘Sarge, I swear, I didn't see nothin'! Door was unclipped; I was just grabbing bandages for the medic run. You yelled; I ran. End of story.’ He rubbed his neck, eyes darting to the others like they might pile on. ‘And for the record, I ain't shakin'. It's the heat. Or the food. Yeah, the food.’

Ellis grinned, elbowing the kid's side. ‘Bullshit. You've been twitchin' like you expect Cass to drag you out back and bury you in the sand.’

The younger guys, Ellis and a wiry private named Torres, leaned in, eyes lighting up with that mix of awe and second-hand embarrassment. Torres shovelled a mouthful of rice, talking around it. ‘Whole bunk was buzzin'. Emerie's tough as nails, and you two... damn. Respect, Sarge. Mind me asking what she’s like in the sack? She looks like she’s-‘

‘For your own sake shut your mouth, Torres," Ramirez snapped, but there was no heat in it, just mortified laughter bubbling up as the group howled.

Cassian shook his head, smirking as he balled up his empty packet. ‘Smart kid. Although you walked in at the best part, should’ve turned around and learned something' instead of boltin' like your ass was on fire." He clapped Ramirez on the shoulder, firm but not unkind.

Brick wiped tears from his eyes, still chuckling. ‘Traumatized for life. Bet he's dreamin' about it now, your big frame railin' her, table shakin' like an earthquake. 'Sorry, sir! Won't say a word!'-classic. Thought we were gonna have a body to bury.’

‘Would’ve if he lingered long enough to comment on my thrust game,’ Cassian shot back, voice gruff but amused. ‘But nah, kid's harmless. Just green. Like all you lot.; He nodded at the newbies, who straightened a bit under the ribbing, pride flickering despite the flush.

The banter cut short as a corporal, Hale, wiry guy with a perpetual squint, strode into the tent, arms loaded with plastic baggies sealed against the dust. Each one labelled with names in sharpie, bulging with phones, chargers, and whatever else they'd surrendered on deployment. ‘Personal effects, people. Line up if you haven't got yours. No trading, no bullshit, CO's watching.’

The newbies perked up like kids at Christmas, trays forgotten as they scrambled. Ellis whooped under his breath. ;Finally! Been dying without my tunes. And porn.’ Torres nodded fervent, already on his feet. ‘My girl's been blowing up my inbox. Hope the battery held.;

Ramirez hung back a second, then joined the queue, still fidgety. ‘About time. Feels like I handed this in a lifetime ago.’

Cassian stayed seated, less urgency in his posture. Phones were a luxury he rarely missed, too busy with patrols, PT, and the grind to scroll endlessly. But Emerie was on his mind, their plan set for later: medical supply tent, after lights-out. Quick and rough, her bent over crates again, him thrusting nice and deep. He could already feel the anticipation coiling low.

Brick nudged him. ‘You gettin' yours, or you too cool for tech?’

Cassian shrugged. ‘Waiting my turn. Not like I've got a hot date textin' me.’

Hale made the rounds efficient, tossing baggies with underhand flicks. ‘Reg, Here." Brick caught his, ripping it open to fish out a battered flip phone. ‘Ancient relic. Better than nothin'.’

Then Cassian's turn. ‘Sarg, yours.’ The baggy landed in his palm, name scrawled clear. He tore the seal, pulling out his phone, screen cracked from some pre-deployment drop, but intact. Battery at twenty percent, a month's worth of notifications stacked like a backlog from hell: missed calls from Az, spam emails, gym reminders. He powered it up, the screen flickering to life under the tent's harsh bulbs.

First thing that pinged: a thread from Rhys, timestamped a week back. Cassian's thumb swiped it open, a grin tugging his lips before he even read. 

Rhys- Hey brother, it's a boy. Feyre crushed it. 5lb 7oz, full head of black hair screaming' out the gate. Mom and kid good. Pics attached. Get back soon, family's waiting.

The photo loaded slow on the spotty signal: Rhys cradling the tiny bundle in a hospital room, Feyre beaming exhausted beside him, the baby's dark tuft peeking from a blue cap. Cassian's chest tightened, that rare warmth cutting through the desert-hardened edges. He typed quick: 

Cassian- Congrats, man! Little guy's a fighter already. Tell Feyre she's badass. Miss you all, wheels up soon. 

Hit send, then leaned over to Brick, tilting the screen. ‘Check this, my brother’s had his first kid. My nephew. Tiny tank.’

Brick squinted, then his face split into a grin, clapping Cassian's back. ‘Holy shit, look at that hair! Kid's got the family curse already. Congrats to 'em. Send 'em my regards. Tell him I said he's officially old now.’

The newbies crowded in, peering over shoulders. ‘Aw, man, cute,’ Ellis said, genuine. ‘What's his name?’

‘Not announced yet,’ Cassian replied, pocketing the warmth for later. He scrolled further, dismissing junk, bills, memes from the group chat, a voice note from Morrigan about some bar fight back home. Routine noise.

Then, buried in the texts, a name he hadn't expected: Scott, old school friend that he’d managed to keep in touch with, now playing bartender at that dive downtown. Timestamp recently. Cassian's brow furrowed as he tapped it open.

Scott- Hey man, hope all’s good wherever you are. That chick you left with the other week apparently came in the bar looking for you the other day. Gave her number to Wendy and asked that you call her asap, said it’s urgent.

Attached: a string of digits, and below it, Daisy.

The name hit like a gut punch, memories flooding unbidden, her soft curves under him that wild night, moans begging for more, the reckless heat of it all. Urgent? What the hell could she want after weeks of silence? His thumb hovered, pulse kicking up a notch, the food tent's noise fading to a dull roar.

The food tent's chatter had died down to a murmur as trays were cleared and the newbies scattered, still buzzing from the returned phones and the endless ribbing. Cassian pushed back from the table, his mind already drifting, not to the prince's narrow escape or the patrols ahead, but to that name on his screen. Daisy. The word alone stirred the fog of that night: her on her knees on top of her bed, before he had made it crumble, ass pressed back into him with her back arched with his hand around her throat, pussy clenching around his bare cock as he drove into her deep and hard. The way she'd shattered, squirting hot and messy over his thighs, her cries echoing off the walls while he gripped her harder and pounded through her spasms. Fuck, she'd been tight, soaked, desperate after months without a dick inside her. Nineteen to his twenty-six, her first real taste of an older guy, and he'd wrecked her for anyone else. No wonder she was hunting him down, probably craving that fix, begging for round two when he rotated home. The thought sent a low throb to his groin, but he shoved it aside. Emerie waited, and that itch needed scratching first.

Brick clapped him on the shoulder as they stood. ‘You headin' out, Cass? At least clip the damn tent this time. Ramirez might actually faint if he has to see that again.’

Cassian smirked, slinging his pack over one arm. ‘Jealous, Brick? Go nurse that arm and dream about it. I'll report back if the kid shows up again.’ He nodded to the newbies, who were huddled over their screens like starved wolves. ‘Stay sharp, you lot. No stupid slip ups on those things.’

‘Yes, Sarge,’ Ramirez muttered, still red around the ears, but he managed a weak grin. Ellis and Torres echoed it, already lost in their feeds.

The walk back to barracks was short, the base a labyrinth of sand-blasted tents and chain-link under floodlights that buzzed like angry hornets. Cassian ducked into his barracks, heading straight to his bunk, a narrow cot crammed with gear, the air stale with boot polish and faint sweat. He stripped off his shirt, the fabric sticking to his broad chest from the day's heat, and splashed water on his face from a canteen. The cool trickle cut through the grit, sharpening his reflection in the small mirror: stubble shadowing his jaw, hazel eyes sharp despite the fatigue. He ran a hand through his dark hair, then grabbed the deodorant stick, swiping it under his arms with quick efficiency. Smelled clean enough, woody, not overpowering. Emerie liked him raw, but a little prep never hurt. He tugged on a fresh tee, the cotton hugging his muscled frame, and pocketed the phone before heading out.

The path to the medical tent wound past the motor pool, where mechanics clanged on Humvees under portable lamps, and the occasional patrol jeep rumbled by, kicking up dust that coated his boots. Two minutes tops, plenty of time to kill the silence. Why not? He fished the phone from his pocket, thumbing through contacts, Scott had forwarded her number clean, no bullshit. Daisy's digits stared back, innocent digits hiding that wild memory. He hit call before second thoughts could creep in, pressing the device to his ear as he strode on. The line crackled over the spotty signal, then rang, once, twice. No harm in it. If she wanted urgent, he'd give her what she needed: a voice promising he'd rail her senseless next leave, make her squirt again until she forgot her own name.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Just a quick update!!!

I know I haven’t updated this in a while but I kinda went and had a baby so as you can imagine I haven’t really been able to sit with my laptop properly 😭

I will try my hardest to get more posted as soon as I can ❤️❤️

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Seven

Warning- There is a lot of mentions of Abortion in this chapter. I apologise if this is a sensitive subject for anyone but it is just for the story. That being said if anyone needs to talk about anything my inbox is always open 😘

Daisy remained frozen on the edge of the bed, her gaze locked on the small piece of plastic cradled in her palms, those two pink lines burning into her retinas like a brand. The room seemed to shrink around her, the walls pressing in with the weight of what they'd just confirmed. Time blurred; it could have been seconds or a full minute, but she didn't move, didn't blink, her mind a whirlwind trapped in stasis. The test felt heavier than it should, a tiny object carrying the gravity of a lifetime's upheaval. Her fingers trembled faintly, knuckles whitening as she gripped it tighter, as if squeezing hard enough might make the lines fade, make this all a cruel mistake.

Sarah sat beside her, unmoving, her own breathing steady and deliberate. She didn't fill the silence with questions or reassurances yet; she knew Daisy needed this space, this moment to absorb the shock without interference. Sarah's hand rested lightly on the duvet between them, close but not touching, a silent offer of solidarity. The air in the bedroom hung thick, now cloying in the tension.

Slowly, Daisy's eyes began to glisten, the first pricks of tears gathering at the corners. She lifted one hand to cover her mouth, pressing her fingers against her lips as if to hold back the sob building in her throat. The reality seeped in like cold water, pregnant. At nineteen. From that one reckless night, the soldier whose dog tags she'd traced with her fingertips in the dark, whose laugh had echoed in her ears as they tumbled into her bed. How? She knew the mechanics, the heat of the moment when protection slipped her mind amid the rush of desire, but acceptance? That was a chasm she couldn't bridge.

'I... I think I'm gonna be sick again,' Daisy muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, cracked and raw.

She slid off the bed in a daze, her bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor with a soft thud. Her legs felt unsteady, like they might buckle under the emotional weight, and she took a few hesitant steps toward the en-suite bathroom, the door ajar just enough to reveal the sink where she'd retched earlier that day. But as she reached the threshold, the nausea didn't crest; it was panic, pure and choking, masquerading as illness. She stopped abruptly, pivoting on her heel, her free hand raking through her tousled hair in frustration. The test dangled from her other hand, swinging like a pendulum of doom.

'This can't be fucking happening,' she said, louder now, the words spilling out in a desperate rush, her voice pitching higher with disbelief. 'This isn't real. It can't be.'

Sarah rose slowly from the bed, her movements measured to avoid startling her friend. She crossed the short distance, her eyes soft with worry but firm in resolve. 'Daisy, hey, it's okay,' she said gently, her tone a soothing balm. 'We can figure this out. Whatever it is, we'll handle it together.'

Daisy's head snapped up, her eyes wild, the tears now tracing hot paths down her cheeks. She paced a tight circle in the small space between the bed and the bathroom door, her breaths coming in short, erratic bursts.

'Figure it out? How will I figure this out, Sarah?!' she exploded, her voice breaking on the edge of hysteria. 'I'm pregnant! From a one-night stand with a guy who might not even be on this continent anymore! I don't have his number, no way of getting in touch with him, he could be shipped off to God knows where, and even if he wasn't, what am I supposed to say? 'Hey, remember me? The girl you fucked the other month? Surprise, you're gonna be a dad'?'

She laughed, a bitter, choked sound that dissolved into a sob. 'I'm nineteen, Sarah! Nineteen! I'm supposed to be cramming for exams, applying to law school, maybe backpacking through Europe next summer if I scrape the cash together. Not... not this. Oh God, my mum and dad, they're going to slaughter me. How do I even tell them? I can't. I just... I can't.'

The words tumbled out in a frantic torrent, each one laced with escalating panic, her hands gesturing wildly, the test flapping in her grip like a flag of surrender. Her chest heaved, the room spinning as the implications piled on: missed classes, the law firm job she could kiss goodbye, the judgmental stares from friends who saw her as the fun, carefree one. Visions flashed, her belly swelling under graduation robes she might never wear, Cassian's face fading into memory without a trace.

Sarah stepped forward decisively, her hands reaching out to grasp Daisy's upper arms, fingers firm but gentle, grounding her in the moment. She held her steady, preventing the pacing, forcing Daisy to meet her gaze.

'Calm down!' Sarah said, her voice cutting through the chaos with quiet authority, not scolding but urgent. 'Just breathe, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth. Come on, with me.'

Daisy's eyes locked onto Sarah's, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, her body rigid under the touch. She nodded jerkily, trying to follow, inhaling deeply as instructed. The air filled her lungs, shaky at first, but Sarah's steady hold and unwavering eye contact anchored her. 'That's it,' Sarah murmured encouragingly. 'Good. Keep going. One more.'

Daisy exhaled slowly, the breath whooshing out, and drew in another, deeper this time. The vise around her chest loosened fractionally, though the tears finally spilled over, carving fresh tracks down her flushed face. She blinked rapidly, but they kept coming, silent at first, then accompanied by a soft, hiccupping sob.

Sarah's expression softened further, one hand releasing Daisy's arm to gently wipe at the tears with her thumb, brushing them from her cheek in tender strokes. 'Good. Okay, I know this is a lot, a huge, terrifying lot, but you are going to be fine, alright? You've got options, and we'll look at every single one. No rushing, no panicking.' She paused, searching Daisy's face for a sign of calm. 'Just... take a few more deep breaths. Let it settle for a second.'

Daisy complied, her inhales steadier now, though ragged around the edges. The tears slowed to a trickle, her grip on the test loosening slightly as exhaustion crept in behind the adrenaline crash. She leaned into Sarah's touch, the simple act of wiping her face feeling like a lifeline in the storm.

Sarah smiled faintly, a small curve of her lips meant to reassure. 'There you go. Come on, let's go get you on the couch downstairs. I'll make us a cup of tea, and we can just... talk. About whatever you want. And I'll text the girls right now, tell them you're still not well and tonight's off. No movie night, no pressure. Just us, figuring out the next step whenever you're ready.'

Daisy set the pregnancy test down on her nightstand with a deliberate motion, as if placing it there could somehow contain the chaos it represented. She didn't need to keep staring at those two unforgiving lines; they were etched into her brain now, a constant reminder that her life had just veered off a cliff. Sarah was already at the door, pausing to give her a patient, encouraging nod.

'Come on,' Sarah said softly, her voice a gentle tether in the storm. Daisy followed her out of the room, the hall and staircase feeling longer than usual, each step echoing her pounding heartbeat. She descended them mechanically, one hand trailing the banister for support, her mind a blur of fragmented thoughts, Cassian's strong arms around her that night, the way he'd whispered her name, the utter recklessness of it all.

By the time they reached the living room, Daisy's legs felt like lead. The couch, with its plush grey cushions and scattered throw pillows, beckoned like a sanctuary. She flopped onto it ungracefully, her body sinking deep into the softness, knees drawn up slightly as if to make herself smaller. The room was bathed in the soft afternoon light filtering through the sheer curtains, casting gentle shadows on the coffee table cluttered with remote controls and a half-read magazine. But Daisy barely registered it; her eyes fixed on the opposite wall, where a framed photo of her and Sarah from last summer's beach trip hung crookedly. Her mind raced at a thousand miles an hour, flashes of law school applications she'd printed out just weeks ago, the internship interviews lined up for next month, the freedom of her twenties slipping away like sand through her fingers. Pregnant. The word echoed relentlessly, a drumbeat of dread.

Sarah moved to the kitchen with quiet efficiency, the sound of the kettle clicking on punctuating the heavy silence. The clink of mugs being pulled from the cabinet, Daisy's favourite chipped one with the faded flower design, and Sarah's plain blue. The herbal tea bags rustled as she prepared them, chamomile for calm, a splash of honey in Daisy's because she knew her friend hated the bitterness on a good day, let alone now. It took only a few minutes, but to Daisy, it felt like an eternity stretched thin. Sarah returned carrying the steaming mugs, setting them down on the coffee table before settling onto the couch beside her, close enough for comfort but not crowding.

They sat in silence for a long moment, the only sounds the faint tick of the wall clock and the distant hum of traffic outside. Sarah sipped her tea slowly, her eyes on Daisy's profile, giving her space to unravel at her own pace. Daisy hugged her knees tighter, her bare feet curling against the cushion, nails painted a chipped coral from last week's pedicure. The weight of it all pressed down, a physical ache in her chest, until finally, she let out a low, guttural groan, her hands flying up to cover her face. Fingers splayed over her eyes and mouth; she muffled the words that tumbled out.

'I am so fucked. So completely, utterly fucked. I can't have a baby! I mean, I am a baby! I'm still figuring out how to do my own laundry without turning everything pink half the time. How am I supposed to take care of another human? One that cries and needs feeding every few hours? God, this is a nightmare.'

Her voice cracked on the last word, the dam breaking as fresh tears welled up behind her palms. She rocked slightly, the motion instinctive, like a child seeking solace. Sarah watched her with a mix of heartache and resolve, setting her mug aside. Then, unexpectedly, she huffed a light laugh, not mocking, but warm, a spark of levity in the darkness. She shifted on the couch, crossing her legs beneath her as she turned fully to face Daisy, one elbow propped on the backrest.

Sarah had always been more like a sister to Daisy than just a friend, ever since they'd met in freshman orientation and bonded over shared horror stories of overbearing families. With Sarah, there were no judgments, no lectures about 'stupid mistakes' like the ones Poppy doled out freely. They confided everything, the crushes, the heartbreaks, the wild nights that ended in regret or triumph. Daisy had held Sarah’s hair back during post-party puking sessions and celebrated her small victories with ice cream at midnight. Now, in this moment, that bond felt like the only solid ground.

'That's true,' Sarah said, her tone teasing but gentle, a small smile tugging at her lips. 'You're not great when it comes to sharing your toys. Remember that time when you wouldn't let me borrow your favourite sweater, even though I was freezing? Or the playlist you guarded like a dragon with its hoard?' She reached out, lightly nudging Daisy's knee with her own, trying to coax her out of the spiral.

Daisy peeked through her fingers at first, then dropped her hands entirely, a watery laugh bubbling up despite the tears. It was ragged, more of a hiccup than a real laugh, but it broke the tension just enough. She sniffled, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand, then dragged her palms across her cheeks to stem the flow of tears that spilled over gently, tracing warm paths down her skin.

'Yeah, well,' she managed, her voice thick with emotion, 'I would’ve gotten it back with a stain on it and we both know it. Besides… A sweater isn't... this. This is a whole person growing inside me. From one stupid night.' She let out a rough exhale, her shoulders slumping as she reached for her tea, wrapping her hands around the mug for its warmth, though she didn't drink yet. The steam rose in lazy curls, carrying the faint, soothing scent of chamomile.

Sarah nodded, her expression turning more serious, though the sisterly affection lingered in her eyes. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning in a bit closer. 'I get it. This is huge. But... do you have any inkling about what you want to do? I know you're freaking out, and you have every right to, but... do you want to keep it? Or?... You don't have to decide right now, but if there's even a tiny thought in there, talking it out might help.'

Her words were prying but gentle, laced with care, no pressure in the way she phrased it. Sarah had always been the one to ask the hard questions, the one who pushed without shoving, knowing Daisy needed to voice the chaos to make sense of it.

Daisy closed her eyes tightly, her lashes damp against her cheeks as more tears escaped, silent and steady. She tilted her head back against the couch, the fabric cool against her heated skin. How was she supposed to answer that? The thought of having a baby terrified her to her core. She pictured it, her, alone, juggling classes and a job at the law firm while a tiny life depended on her. It would be bad enough if she were with the guy, building something stable, but with Cassian? He was a ghost now, vanished back to his deployments, no number, no promises.

Her entire life, the plans she'd mapped out since high school, law school, a career fighting for justice, travel, independence, would vanish in a puff of diapers and sleepless nights. Bottles instead of books, playdates over parties. The freedom she'd craved, the version of herself she was just starting to become, all replaced by responsibility she wasn't ready for.

But the alternative? The thought of getting rid of it, of an abortion, twisted something deep in her gut, a nausea that had nothing to do with morning sickness. It felt... final, like erasing a part of that night, of Cassian, of the fleeting connection that had felt so alive. She couldn't let herself dwell on it too long; the idea made her chest tighten, a quiet horror she wasn't prepared to face. Images flickered, a clinic's sterile walls, the what-ifs afterward, the guilt that might linger like a shadow. No, she couldn't stomach it, not yet. Maybe not ever. Her breath hitched, and she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling as if answers might be written there.

'I have no idea what I'm going to do,' Daisy sighed finally, her voice quiet and defeated, the words hanging heavy in the air between them.

Sarah lingered on the couch long after Daisy's sigh hung in the air, the weight of those words settling like a fog between them. She didn't push, didn't fill the silence with more questions. Instead, she picked up her mug again, taking a slow sip, her eyes flicking to the window where the late afternoon sun dipped lower, painting the room in golden hues. Daisy sat there, still clutching her own mug, the warmth seeping into her palms but doing little to thaw the ice in her veins. Minutes stretched, the clock ticking softly, until Sarah set her mug down with a gentle clink and stood up, stretching her arms overhead with a casual yawn that belied the concern etched in her features.

'Hey,' Sarah said, her voice light but firm, cutting through the heaviness. 'Enough of this for now. You're gonna drive yourself crazy sitting here stewing. How about I order us some pizza? From that place down the street with the thin crust and extra cheese. You haven't eaten all day, and even if your stomach's being a bitch, a little grease might settle it.' She glanced at Daisy, tilting her head expectantly, one hand on her hip.

Daisy blinked, tearing her gaze from the ceiling to meet Sarah's eyes. The idea of food twisted her gut, but the nausea from earlier had ebbed to a dull ache, and the thought of something bland and comforting didn't sound entirely repulsive. She managed a weak nod, rubbing her temples.

'Yeah... okay. But nothing too spicy. And maybe just cheese? No peppers or anything.' Her voice was hoarse, the tears leaving her throat raw, but there was a flicker of gratitude in it.

Sarah grinned, pulling out her phone from her pocket. 'Cheese it is. Extra-large, because why not? We can pick at it while we watch something mindless.' She tapped through the app, her thumbs flying over the screen. 'Pepperoni for me, but I'll keep it on my half. And a side of garlic knots, those are basically bread, right? Can't go wrong with carbs when the world's ending.' She hit order and tossed the phone onto the coffee table, then flopped back down beside Daisy, closer this time, her shoulder brushing Daisy's in silent solidarity.

The wait for the pizza felt longer than it was, filled with Sarah's easy chatter about anything but the test upstairs. She rambled about Tom's latest fishing disaster, how he'd hooked his own hat instead of a trout, and a funny meme she'd seen earlier about cats judging bad decisions. Daisy listened, half-distracted, but the normalcy of it chipped away at the panic, her responses coming in soft hums and occasional chuckles that didn't quite reach her eyes. When the doorbell rang forty minutes later, Sarah jumped up with a whoop, grabbing her wallet and exchanging quick words with the delivery guy at the door.

Back in the living room, the scent of hot cheese and dough wafted through the air, rich and savoury. Sarah unfolded the box on the coffee table, steam rising in lazy curls, and handed Daisy a slice on a paper plate.

'Here, start small. One bite, see how it goes.' She took a massive bite of her own, moaning exaggeratedly around the mouthful. 'God, this hits the spot. Better than therapy.'

Daisy eyed the slice warily, the golden cheese stretching as she lifted it. Her stomach clenched in anticipation, but she took a tentative bite, chewing slowly. The flavours burst, salty, gooey, the crust crisp against her teeth. To her surprise, it stayed down, no immediate revolt. She took another bite, then another, the act of eating grounding her in the moment. 'It's good,' she admitted with a hum and nod of her head after swallowing, wiping sauce from her lip with a napkin. 'Thank you for this.'

Sarah nodded, mouth full, then swallowed and pointed the remote at the TV. 'No problem. Now, movie time. Something so bad it's good. How about that rom com with the alien invasion subplot? You know, the one where the guy proposes during a meteor shower?' She scrolled through the streaming options, settling on it with a decisive click. The opening credits rolled, cheesy music blaring as the leads stumbled through a meet-cute in a coffee shop.

They ate in companionable quiet at first, the movie's over-the-top dialogue providing a buffer. Sarah laughed at the dumb jokes, nudging Daisy every time the plot twisted ridiculously, a villain who monologues about love while lasers fire. 'See? Your life's not that bad. At least no one's trying to nuke the planet over a bad date.' Daisy managed a smile, picking at her second slice, the pizza settling warmly in her belly without protest. The other girls, Lois, Margo, and Jane, had been texted earlier, Sarah with a quick vague message of: Daisy’s still down for the count. Rain check? No one pried, and Daisy was grateful for the space, even if it meant just the two of them tonight.

As the movie dragged on, Sarah kept the commentary light. 'Oh, come on, who'd fall for that line? "You're the asteroid to my apocalypse"? Lame.' She tossed a garlic knot at the screen playfully, catching Daisy's eye and eliciting a genuine laugh, short, but real. 'There she is. Knew you'd crack eventually.'

Daisy leaned back, plate empty now, the fullness a small comfort. 'This movie is shit,' she agreed, her voice steadier. 'Thank you for today though.’

Sarah paused the film midway through a chase scene, turning to her with a soft expression. 'That's what I'm here for. No rush. Process when you're ready. We can binge the sequel tomorrow if you want, it's even worse.' She bumped Daisy's shoulder again.

They finished the movie like that and then binge watched some awful sitcom that neither of them really paid attention to as the sky outside darkened to twilight. Sarah cleaned up the boxes, insisting Daisy relax, and by the time she headed to her own room with a final 'Night, Dais. Call if you need me,' the house felt quieter, the weight shifting but not lifting.

Upstairs, Daisy changed into her softest pyjamas, an oversized t-shirt and shorts that hung loose on her frame, before slipping under the covers. The bed enveloped her, the sheets cool against her skin, but sleep didn't come. She lay on her side, staring at the wall opposite, the faint glow of her bedside lamp casting shadows that danced like ghosts. Pregnant. The word looped in her mind, inescapable. Like, actually fetus-in-the-womb pregnant. A tiny life, forming right now, from that one reckless night.

She hadn't even decided if she'd ever wanted kids, it was always a vague 'maybe one day,' tucked away after law school, after building a career, after finding someone who stuck around. But that day was here, crashing into her present, demanding decisions she wasn't equipped to make.

Her thoughts drifted unbidden to Cassian, pulling her back to that hazy evening weeks ago. The bar had been loud, vibrant. Bodies pressing close in the dim light, but she’d found him anyway at the bar, with that cocky grin, tall and broad-shouldered in his fitted shirt, buying her a drink that led to laughter, then touches, his hand on her ass right there at the bar, her fingers tracing the veins on his forearm. The heat built fast, desperate, their mouths crashing together, hands roaming without restraint.

She remembered stumbling through the door, clothes shedding like inhibitions. Cassian's hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him as he kissed her neck, teeth grazing her skin. 'Fuck, you feel good,' he'd growled, voice rough with want, carrying her toward the bedroom. They'd fallen onto the bed in a tangle, her legs wrapping around his waist, his cock hard and messy from being lodged in her throat. She arched into him, nails digging into his shoulders, whispering pathetic begs as he’d eaten her out.

He'd stripped her bare, mouth latching onto her breast, sucking her nipple until she moaned, then lower, tongue flicking over her clit before plunging into her pussy. She came hard on his face, thighs clamping around his head, but he hadn’t let up, forcing himself inside her small body. The way he’d flipped her over and thrusted into her from behind. The first time he finished, it was raw, his hips snapping against her ass, grunting low in her ear as he buried deep.

'Shit, Daisy… fuck…oh, I’m coming' he'd rasped, cock pulsing as he shot his load inside her, hot and thick, filling her up. She'd been too drunk on booze and lust to think, her body clenching around him, milking every drop as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

The morning after blurred into more, waking with his body spooned against hers, his hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit, cock already hard against her ass. She let him have her again, she’d ridden him before he’d taken over, pinning her down, her leg flung over his shoulder as he fucked her deep.

'Gonna fill this little pussy up, pump you full until it’s dripping out of you,' he'd said, eyes locked on hers, voice filthy and commanding. 'You want it baby? Want me to fill that little hole with my load? Breed this tight cunt like the slut you are?'

She'd done nothing but beg for it, 'Yes, oh god, yes, Cass… come inside me, please’ And he did, groaning as he thrust hard, spilling into her pussy once more, her walls fluttering around his cock as he told her to take every drop.

Now, in the dark of her room, Daisy's cheeks flushed at the memory, a traitorous heat pooling low in her belly despite everything. She wanted to be mad at him, for the recklessness, for planting this seed that upended her world. Part of her ached to shove all the anger onto him, to blame the soldier who'd vanished back to his deployments. But she couldn't, not fully. Because if he were here right now, climbing into her bed, his strong hands spreading her thighs, drilling into her with that same relentless rhythm, whispering those dirty promises-'Gonna fuck you full, make you take my come'-she knew she'd let him. She'd arch into it, beg for more, consequences be damned. The thought twisted in her, equal parts shame and longing, as she turned onto her back, pulling the blanket tighter, the wall staring back accusingly.

Daisy shifted under the covers, the sheets tangling around her legs like a trap she couldn't escape. The clock on her nightstand glowed 2:17 AM, its red digits mocking her with every passing minute. Sleep? It was a joke, a distant memory from before that stick with the two pink lines had shattered her world. She rolled onto her side, then her back, punching the pillow into submission, but nothing helped. Her mind raced, a relentless storm of what-ifs and how’s that left her chest tight and her throat dry.

How the fuck was she supposed to do this? Have a baby? At nineteen? She pictured it, her belly swelling under her college hoodies, waddling through campus with a diaper bag instead of textbooks. Law school? Forget it. The firm where she interned, dreaming of partnerships and courtrooms? Gone. She'd be trading late-night study sessions for midnight feedings, her future derailed by a tiny, kicking intruder she hadn't asked for. And telling her parents? God, that conversation alone might kill her. Mum's face, all concern and disappointment, asking how this happened when she'd drilled safe sex into them since middle school. Dad, quiet but furious, his voice low as he lectured about responsibility and throwing away opportunities. Poppy would be there too, smug in her perfect life, rubbing her own bump like a trophy while side-eyeing Daisy's mess. 'I told you to be careful,' her sister would say, voice dripping with that holier-than-thou tone. No, Daisy couldn't face that. Couldn't face any of it.

The decision crept in uninvited, heavy and inevitable. She couldn't have a baby. Not now, not like this. It was too much, too soon, too alone, too everything. Part of her recoiled at the thought, a pang of something like loss twisting in her gut. Was this a life? Just starting, and already she was snuffing it out? But the alternative loomed larger, suffocating: dropping out, scraping by on minimum-wage jobs while chasing a guy who'd probably ghosted her for good. Cassian. The name alone sent a shiver through her; equal parts heat and regret. He was out there somewhere, deployed or whatever soldiers did, oblivious to the bomb he'd left behind. She needed to tell him. He deserved to know, even if it changed nothing. Even if the end result was the same, no baby, no ties, just her picking up the pieces alone.

She stared at the ceiling cracks that looked like veins pulsing in the low light. The bar. That's where it started, the dim lights, the thump of bass, his broad shoulders leaning against the counter as he bought her that first drink. His friend behind the bar, the one with the tattoos and easy laugh, had called him 'Cass' like they went way back. If anyone could track him down, it was that guy. She'd go tomorrow, or today, whatever, swallow her pride and ask. 'Hey, remember the girl your buddy fucked and forgot? Yeah, well, surprise.' The words echoed in her head, bitter and rehearsed.

By 5:23 AM, exhaustion finally clawed her into a doze, her body surrendering even as her mind whirred. It felt like seconds later, maybe a dream, maybe not, that her eyes snapped open. The room was lighter, early dawn filtering through the curtains, but her stomach lurched violently, a wave of nausea crashing over her like a rogue tide.

'Oh shit,' she gasped to the empty room, clamping a hand over her mouth as bile rose sharp and acidic. She bolted from the bed, bare feet slapping against the cold carpet, barely making it to the en-suite bathroom before dropping to her knees in front of the toilet.

The porcelain was cool against her palms as she gripped the seat, heaving. The pizza from last night, once a comforting distraction, betrayed her now, surging up in chunks of congealed cheese and dough. She retched hard, the first wave splattering into the bowl, sour and greasy.

'Fuck... fuck,' she muttered between gags, tears streaming down her cheeks from the effort. Another convulsion and more came up, sauce-tinged remnants that burned her throat. Her body shook, muscles clenching as she dry-heaved afterward, nothing left but strings of saliva dangling from her lips. She flushed the mess away, collapsing back against the tub, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The mirror across the room showed a ghost, pale skin, wild hair, eyes red-rimmed. Morning sickness. The term hit her like a slap, real and unrelenting. This was her life now, at least until she fixed it. If she could.

Daisy pushed herself up from the bathroom floor, her legs shaky like a newborn foal's, the cool tile biting into her knees one last time before she stood. She rinsed her mouth at the sink, the water tasting metallic and cold, splashing her face to chase away the remnants of sweat and tears. The mirror reflected back a version of herself she barely recognized, hollow cheeks, dark circles blooming under her eyes like bruises.

‘Get it together,’ she whispered to her reflection, voice hoarse from the retching. Just get back to bed. Figure it out later. But later was now and figuring it out felt like staring into an abyss.

She shuffled back to her bedroom, the door creaking softly as she closed it behind her, not wanting to wake Sarah if she was still asleep in the next room. The bed welcomed her like an old enemy; sheets rumpled from her earlier tossing. She crawled under the covers, pulling them up to her chin, but sleep was a lost cause. Her phone buzzed faintly on the nightstand, probably some pointless notification from Instagram or TikTok, but she ignored it at first, staring at the ceiling instead. The fan whirred lazily overhead, stirring the air without cooling the heat of her thoughts.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. She replayed the night with Cassian in fragments: his rough hands on her hips, the way he'd growled her name as he thrust deep, unprotected and reckless. ‘Fuck, Daisy, you feel so good,’ he'd said, voice gravelly against her ear, and she'd arched into him, lost in the haze of alcohol and desire. No condom. No second thoughts until morning. Now, that one slip-up was a ticking bomb in her belly. She pressed a hand to her stomach, flat still, but she swore she could feel it, the tiny spark of life that wasn't ready to be there.

The clock ticked over to 6:15 AM. Still too early for the world to stir, but her mind wouldn't quiet. She grabbed her phone; thumb swiping open the screen out of habit. Social media was a blur, friends posting about weekend plans, Poppy's latest ultrasound pic with a caption about blessed miracles, which made Daisy's stomach twist anew. She scrolled mindlessly, liking posts she didn't care about, watching short videos of cats and makeup tutorials, anything to drown out the panic.

‘Breathe,’ she told herself aloud, setting the phone down for a second to inhale deeply. In through the nose, out through the mouth, like Sarah had coached her during the first test. But the breaths came shallow, ragged.

By 6:45, the sky outside her window was lightening to a pale grey, birds chirping in the distance like they had no clue her life was imploding. Shops would open soon, Walgreens down the street at 7 AM sharp. She needed confirmation. One test wasn't enough; what if it was a fluke? What if her body was just being a bitch from stress or that flu going around?

‘Yeah, right,’ she scoffed softly, sitting up and running a hand through her tangled hair. ‘You're pregnant, idiot. Face it.’ But facing it meant action, and action meant more proof.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, toes curling against the rug. Leggings first, black ones that hugged her thighs without being too tight, easy to pull on in her haze. Then a hoodie, oversized and grey, the one Sarah had stolen from an ex and never returned. It smelled faintly of laundry detergent, comforting in its normalcy. Socks, sneakers, practical, unassuming. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror by the door: baggy clothes hiding her frame, hair pulled into a messy ponytail. No makeup, no effort.

‘No one's gonna see you anyway,’ she muttered, grabbing her keys and wallet from the dresser. ‘Just in and out.’

The house was quiet as she crept down the stairs, avoiding the creaky third step. Sarah's door was closed; good, let her sleep. Daisy didn't need an audience for this round. Outside, the morning air nipped at her skin, crisp with the promise of even colder weather. The drive to the drug store was short, five minutes of empty streets, radio off because every song felt like a judgment. She parked in the nearly vacant lot, only a couple of early-shift workers milling about. 7:02 AM. Perfect. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, too bright for her bleary eyes. The pharmacy aisle was at the back, lined with boxes of tests in every brand imaginable. Daisy's heart hammered as she scanned the shelves, fingers trembling slightly.

‘Digital one,’ she whispered to herself, plucking the Clearblue box that promised words instead of lines. ‘Early detection, yeah, that too.’ The First Response, slim and pink-packaged. And for good measure, a standard EPT, the classic with the plus sign. Three boxes in her hand, she felt like a thief clutching contraband. At the self-checkout, she avoided eye contact with the empty scanner, feeding bills into the machine like it might bite. No cashier, no judgment, just the beep of confirmation and her receipt spitting out.

Back in the car, bags clutched in her lap, she let out a shaky breath. ‘Okay. Okay, Daisy. You can do this.’ The drive home blurred by, her mind chanting denials. ‘Maybe they're all negative. Maybe it's nothing.’ But deep down, she knew. The nausea, the missed periods, it all pointed the same way.

She slipped back into the house quietly, up the stairs, locking her bedroom door just in case. The en-suite bathroom felt smaller this time, more claustrophobic, the white tiles echoing her footsteps. She set the boxes on the counter, hands steadying as she read the instructions, again, like she hadn't memorized them from the first time.

‘Pee in the cup, put the sticks in. Wait three minutes. Don't overthink.’ She stripped her leggings down, sat on the toilet, and followed through, the stream hitting the plastic cup she had grabbed from the kitchen with a soft rattle. One by one, she dipped them in, holding them just long enough to absorb, capped them and laid them on the sink edge, starting the timer on her phone. ‘Come on,’ she said to the sticks, voice barely above a whisper. ‘Give me something else. Please.’

The wait was agony. She paced the small space, three steps one way, three back, glancing at the timer every ten seconds. What if it's a false positive? They say that happens, right? Stress, hormones. She trailed her thoughts off, leaning against the wall, eyes squeezing shut. Memories flooded in, Cassian's laugh at the bar, deep and rumbling, the way he'd pulled her close on the walk home. ‘You're trouble,’ he'd teased, lips brushing her ear. Trouble. Yeah, that was one way to put it. If he knew... God, would he even care? Or would he send money and vanish, like some absentee dad in a bad movie?

The timer beeped at 7:42 AM. Daisy's stomach dropped as she approached the counter, heart in her throat. First, the standard test: two bold pink lines, stark against the white. No mistaking it. Then the early detection: another set, even stronger, the colour vivid like they were screaming. And the digital, her last hope, flashed to life after a moment: Pregnant. The word hung there, unblinking, final as a death sentence.

‘Oh God,’ she breathed, the air leaving her in a whoosh.

Her knees buckled, and she sank onto the closed toilet lid, elbows on her thighs as her head dropped into her hands. Fingers tangled in her hair, pulling slightly at the roots. ‘It's real. Fuck, it's really real.’ Tears pricked hot behind her eyelids, spilling over despite her efforts to blink them back. ‘I can't do this. I can't have a baby. Not like this.’ The words tumbled out, half-sob, half-whisper, echoing off the walls.

She rocked slightly, the hoodie sleeves dampening with her tears. A sob escaped, muffled into her palms. The decision settled heavy in her chest, like a stone, making her feel small and monstrous all at once. But alternatives? Dropping everything, raising a kid alone? No. She wiped her face with the sleeve, staring at the tests lined up like evidence. First, him. She had to tell Cassian. He deserved that much. The bar. His friend. It was a start. But for now, she just sat there, the weight of it all pressing down, the morning light filtering through the frosted window like a cruel spotlight on her unravelling world.

Daisy sat there on the toilet lid for what felt like an eternity, the pregnancy tests mocking her from the counter like silent accusers. Her head throbbed from the crying, her eyes raw and puffy. Exhaustion crept in, heavy and insistent, pulling at her eyelids despite the storm in her mind. She dragged herself back to bed, collapsing under the covers without bothering to change out of her leggings and hoodie. The pillow muffled her final sniffle, and as the morning light shifted across the room, sleep finally claimed her, a fitful doze laced with dreams of tiny hands reaching out and Cassian's distant laugh fading into silence.

When she stirred awake, the clock on her nightstand blinked 12:15 PM. Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. Downstairs, she could hear the faint clatter of dishes and Sarah's voice, light and teasing, murmuring something that ended in a laugh. Tom must be here. Daisy lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the reality of the tests crashing back over her like a wave. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach again, but she pulled it away quickly, as if burned.

Pushing herself up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded to the en-suite bathroom. The tests were still there, lined up like soldiers; she swept them into a drawer with a decisive shove, out of sight if not out of mind. A shower, that's what she needed. Something to wash away the grime of the morning and make her feel human again. She stripped off her clothes, the fabric clinging slightly from dried sweat, and stepped under the hot spray. The water pounded against her skin, steaming up the glass as she lathered shampoo into her hair, letting the suds run down her back. She towelled off and combed through the tangles.

Dressing took longer than usual. She rifled through her closet, bypassing the baggy sweats for something more put-together, a simple white blouse that tucked neatly into high-waisted jeans, the kind that made her feel put-together without trying too hard. A touch of mascara to hide the redness in her eyes, a swipe of lip gloss for normalcy. She even ran a brush through her hair, letting it fall in loose waves. By the time she glanced at the clock again, it was pushing 2:15 PM. The house smelled faintly of coffee and toast, Sarah's doing, no doubt. Daisy took a deep breath, steeling herself, and headed downstairs.

The living room came into view as she reached the bottom of the stairs, the doorway framing the scene like a snapshot: Sarah curled up on the couch, her legs tucked under her, phone in hand as she leaned against Tom's shoulder. He was scrolling through something on his own screen, a grin splitting his face as Sarah pointed and giggled.

'Oh my God, look at that dog's face!' Sarah was saying, her voice bubbly. 'It's like he knows he stole the treat.' Tom chuckled, shaking his head.

'You're such a sucker for puppy videos.' They looked so easy together, so uncomplicated, Daisy felt a pang of envy twist in her chest, but she pushed it down, forcing a small smile as she stepped into the doorway.

'Hey, you,' Sarah said first, spotting her and straightening up a bit, her eyes scanning Daisy's face with that subtle concern she was so good at hiding from others.

Tom glanced over, his expression friendly and oblivious. 'Daisy! Good to see you up and about. You still feeling shitty?.'

Daisy nodded, keeping her smile in place as she leaned against the doorframe. 'Yeah, a bit rough, but I'm feeling better today. Thanks for asking.' Her voice came out steadier than she expected, a small victory. She didn't want to linger here, under their casual gaze, Tom didn't know, and Sarah clearly hadn't spilled.

She wandered into the kitchen, the cool tile under her feet a welcome change from the stuffy warmth of upstairs. The space was bright, afternoon sun filtering through the window over the sink, highlighting the breakfast bar cluttered with mugs and a half-eaten plate of toast. Daisy grabbed her water bottle from the counter where she'd left it earlier and twisted the faucet on, filling it with a steady stream. The sound was soothing, a brief distraction from the knot in her throat.

Behind her, she heard Sarah murmur to Tom, 'I'll be back in a second, babe. Just checking on something.' Footsteps followed, soft and purposeful, and then Sarah was there, leaning against the breakfast bar with her arms crossed loosely, her expression open and gentle. No judgment, just that steady presence Daisy had leaned on since they became roommates freshman year.

'How're you feeling today?' Sarah asked, her voice low enough not to carry back to the living room.

Daisy turned off the faucet and screwed the cap on her bottle, taking a slow sip before meeting Sarah's eyes. The water was cold, grounding her. 'I'm... okay, I think. Didn't sleep much, but...' She trailed off, shrugging one shoulder as she set the bottle down.

Sarah nodded, her gaze flicking over Daisy's outfit, the effort she'd made. 'You look better. Less like a zombie, anyway.' She paused, tilting her head slightly. 'I'm assuming the lack of sleep gave you time to think about... everything?'

Daisy leaned against the counter opposite her, fingers tracing the edge of the granite. The resolve from earlier had solidified overnight, turning from a frantic whisper to a quiet certainty. She nodded, her voice firmer this time. 'Yeah. I thought about everything. All night, actually. And... I think I’ve made a decision… I er…don't think I'm gonna keep it.' The words hung in the air, heavy but honest, and saying them aloud made the decision feel more real, less like a nightmare she could wake from.

Sarah's eyes softened, but she didn't flinch or push back, just watched her best friend carefully, gauging the weight of it. After a beat, she uncrossed her arms and stepped closer. 'Okay. If that's what you need to do, then okay. Just... let me know if you need anything. Ride to the doctor, someone to talk to, ice cream after, whatever. I'm here.'

A soft smile tugged at Daisy's lips, gratitude warming the chill in her chest. 'Thanks, Sarah. Really. I just... I'm not ready for this. At all. And this isn't how I want to have kids, you know? It's not fair on me, and it sure as hell wouldn't be fair on the kid. Growing up with a mom who resents… the whole situation' Her voice cracked a little on the last part, but she held Sarah's gaze, the vulnerability raw but shared.

Sarah reached out without hesitation, grabbing Daisy's hand in both of hers, her grip warm and reassuring. She offered a supportive smile, the kind that said 'I've got you' without needing words. 'I get it. You're being smart about this, thinking it through. It's your life, Daisy. You'll get through it.' She squeezed once more before letting go, but stayed close, leaning back on the bar. 'So, what's the plan from here, then?'

Daisy inhaled deeply, the air filling her lungs like a lifeline, steadying the flutter in her stomach. She glanced toward the living room, where Tom's laughter drifted in faintly, then back to Sarah. 'Well, first, I'm gonna head down to the bar from that night. See if I can get hold of Cassian's number. His friend was working the bar that night, so... maybe he can pass a message or something. I want him to know, even if it's not... you know, gonna be his responsibility or whatever. He deserves to know.' She paused, fiddling with the cap of her water bottle. 'And then, I'm going to get in touch with a clinic I've found online. Tomorrow, probably. See if I can book an appointment. Get the ball rolling before I chicken out.'

Sarah nodded slowly, processing it all with a thoughtful hum. 'That sounds solid. The bar guy's a start, better than nothing. And the clinic... yeah, I'll go with you if you want, sit in the waiting room with bad magazines.' She managed a small grin, lightening the moment just enough. 'But just take it one step at a time, okay? You've got this.’

Daisy lingered in the kitchen for a moment longer after her conversation with Sarah, the weight of her words settling like a stone in her chest. Sarah's support had been a lifeline, but now it was time to move, action over paralysis. She gave her friend's hand one last squeeze before stepping back, forcing a brighter smile than she felt. 'I’m gonna head out before I lose my nerve,' she said, her voice steadier than her fluttering pulse.

Sarah nodded, pushing off the breakfast bar with a gentle push on Daisy's shoulder. 'Text me if you need backup.'

'I will. Thanks again.' Daisy turned toward the living room, where Tom was still sprawled on the couch, half-watching some video on his phone.

She managed a soft 'see you later' over her shoulder as she grabbed her keys from the hook by the door, the jingle a sharp reminder of the task ahead. Outside, the afternoon air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of cut grass from the neighbour’s yard. Daisy slid into the driver's seat of her car, the leather creaking under her as she shut the door with a solid thunk.

She paused there, engine off, staring at the dashboard as her mind raced to script out the conversation. What do I even say? 'Hi, remember me? The girl your friend banged senseless? Oh, by the way, I'm pregnant.' No, keep it vague. 'We had a good time, wanted to catch up.' God, why is this so hard? She didn't want it obvious, not yet, not to a stranger behind the bar. There were only so many ways to phrase it without sounding desperate or shady, though. Honesty might be her only play if Scott wasn't there.

With a deep sigh, she twisted the key, the engine humming to life. The drive to the bar was short, just a ten-minute jaunt through quiet suburban streets, past familiar shops and the park where she'd jogged last summer before everything went sideways. Her hands gripped the wheel a little too tightly, knuckles paling as she rehearsed lines under her breath. 'Hey, I was here a few weeks ago with your friend Cassian. Army guy? I need to reach him about something important.' Yeah, that could work. Vague enough.

She pulled up outside, the bar's faded sign swinging lazily in the breeze. It looked different in daylight, less neon allure, more weathered brick and a parking lot dotted with a handful of cars. Daisy killed the engine and sat there for a second, heart pounding against her ribs. Flashes of that night crept in unbidden: the thump of bass from the DJ, the sticky bar top under her elbows, Cassian's low laugh as he leaned in close. She honestly couldn't remember leaving with him, she'd been hammered, shots blurring into a haze after her last few drinks with the girls. A fuzzy memory surfaced: his hand on her back, guiding her toward the door. Had they stumbled out, hands grabbing at each other like horny teenagers? Gods, she hoped not. Hoped she'd been more dignified than that, at least kept some shred of composure. The thought made her cheeks burn; she wasn't that girl, or at least she hadn't been before the drought.

Shaking her head to dispel the embarrassment, Daisy unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. The door clicked shut behind her, and she took a deep breath, the air tasting of exhaust and faint cigarette smoke from the patio. Her hands shook a little as she hit the lock button on her key fob, the beep echoing too loudly in the quiet lot. Steady, she told herself, smoothing her blouse and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Just ask for Scott. Get the number. Done. She headed inside, pushing through the heavy wooden door with more force than necessary.

The bar could have cringed her right back out, memories flooded back the second her foot hit the scuffed hardwood floor. The dim lighting, the scent of spilled beer and polished wood, the row of stools where he’d perched that night, where she had stood laughing too loud at Cassian's stupid humour. She could almost feel the heat of his body next to hers, the way his knee had brushed her thigh. Daisy swallowed hard, forcing her gaze straight ahead as she wove through the sparse afternoon crowd. Only a few patrons dotted the tables: an older guy nursing a pint in the corner, a couple chatting quietly over sodas. The jukebox was silent, replaced by the low hum of a TV tuned to some sports recap.

Behind the bar stood a young girl, maybe a few years older than Daisy, dark brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail, wearing a black t-shirt with the bar's logo faded across the chest. She was wiping down the counter with a rag, humming softly to herself. Daisy walked over, claiming a spot a few spaces down from where she'd been standing that fateful night, the very stool Cassian had occupied now empty and unassuming. She stood at the heavy oak bar, fingers drumming lightly on the wood as the barmaid noticed her and approached with a polite smile.

'Hey, what can I getcha?' the girl asked, her voice friendly and casual, tossing the rag over her shoulder.

Daisy smiled back, but it came out awkward, tight around the edges. 'Erm, actually... I'm looking for someone. I was in here a few weeks back, and there was a guy working the bar—brown hair, tattoos? I think his name was Scott?'

The girl tilted her head, eyeing Daisy for a second with mild curiosity, like she was piecing together a puzzle. She nodded slowly. 'Yeah, Scott. He's, er... he's not on shift until Tuesday now. But can I help with anything? You a friend of his or something?'

Daisy muttered a quiet 'damn' under her breath, the word slipping out before she could catch it. She sighed, resigning herself to the truth, vague wouldn't cut it here. Her cheeks warmed, but she met the girl's gaze directly. 'Erm, okay... I left with a friend of Scott's the other week. Army guy called Cassian. I just need to try and get hold of him. It's... kind of important.'

The barmaid's expression shifted, her polite smile softening into something more understanding, a knowing glint in her eye. She'd heard this story before, Daisy could tell, the walk of shame in reverse. 'Ahh, I get you,' she said with a conspiratorial nod, leaning in a bit closer over the bar. 'One of those nights, huh? Look, I don't... I can't give out Scott's number, not really my place, you know? But if you write yours down, I'll make sure he gets it and passes it over for you.'

Daisy let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, relief flooding through her like cool water. Her shoulders sagged slightly, and she managed a genuine smile this time. 'That would be amazing, thank you! Seriously, I appreciate it.'

'No problem at all,' the girl replied, already fishing under the counter for a pen and a scrap of paper, a torn receipt or napkin, something rough around the edges. She slid them across the bar. 'Here you go. Just jot it down, and I'll make sure Scott gets it when he comes in next.'

Daisy took the pen, its cheap plastic clicking as she uncapped it. Her hand hovered for a second, then she scrawled carefully: For Cassian, just in case the girl forgot who Scott needed to give it to. Call Daisy. She added her number in neat digits, then tacked on it's urgent for good measure, underlining it twice. The words stared back at her, stark and final, a bridge to the unknown. She folded the paper once and handed it back, the exchange feeling oddly intimate in the quiet bar.

The day after her tense exchange at the bar, Daisy sat in her car in the parking lot of the office, the engine idling softly as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. The afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, casting warm stripes across her dashboard, but she felt chilled, a persistent unease twisting in her gut alongside the nausea. Her phone lay in her lap, screen glowing with the clinic's number she'd searched up earlier that morning.

'Just do it,' she muttered to herself, thumb hovering over the call button. 'Rip the damn band-aid off.' She hit dial before she could second-guess, pressing the phone to her ear as it rang twice, three times.

'Women's Health Clinic, how can I help you?' A calm, professional voice answered, the kind that sounded rehearsed but reassuring.

Daisy swallowed hard, her mouth dry. 'Hi, um, I'd like to make an appointment. For... a termination procedure.' The words tumbled out awkwardly, her voice cracking on the last syllable. She glanced in the rearview mirror, half-expecting someone to overhear, even though she was alone.

There was a brief pause, the faint click of keys on the other end. 'Of course. Can you tell me a bit more? How far along do you think you are?'

'About... nine or ten weeks I think?.' Daisy's free hand drifted to her abdomen, pressing lightly as if to confirm the invisible reality. 'I need it as soon as possible. Like, tomorrow if you have anything.'

The receptionist hummed sympathetically. 'I understand. Let me check our schedule. We're pretty booked up right now, demand's been high. The earliest I can get you in is two weeks from today, Thursday the 18th, at 10 a.m. Does that work?'

Two weeks. The number echoed in her head like a sentence. Daisy's breath hitched. 'Two weeks? Is there nothing sooner? I can't... I just want to get this done.' Her voice rose slightly, edged with desperation. She could picture it, dragging through days of uncertainty, the symptoms worsening, the secret festering.

'I'm sorry, ma'am. We have a waitlist, but I can put you on it in case of cancellations. Otherwise, the 18th is solid. You'll need to come in thirty minutes early for paperwork and prep. No eating after midnight the night before.' The woman's tone stayed even, efficient. 'Do you have any questions about the procedure?'

Daisy leaned her forehead against the steering wheel, eyes squeezing shut. 'No, I... I read the info online. That's fine. Book me for the 18th.' She recited her details, name, address, insurance, mechanical, detached, like reading from a script. When the call ended, she dropped the phone into the cupholder, staring blankly at the dashboard clock. Two weeks. It felt like an eternity, a limbo she hadn't signed up for. 'Great,' she whispered sarcastically to the empty car. 'Just fucking perfect.' She started the engine and pulled out, the weight of the appointment now a tangible anchor in her calendar.

Daisy forced herself back into the grind as best she could, piecing together fragments of normalcy amid the chaos churning inside her. Mornings began with the shrill beep of her alarm at 7 a.m., yanking her from shallow sleep where dreams blurred into worries. She'd shuffle to the kitchen in her pyjamas, the cool tile underfoot a small shock to wake her fully. Sarah was usually there first, pouring cereal or toasting bread, her presence a steady comfort.

'You look like shit, Dais,' Sarah said one Tuesday morning, sliding a mug of ginger tea across the counter.

Daisy managed a weak grin, sinking onto a stool and nibbling on a saltine cracker from the box she'd stashed nearby. 'Couldn’t sleep again.' She crunched the dry edges, the bland taste settling her roiling insides better than anything flavourful could. No eggs, no coffee, just these pale survivors to coat her stomach.

Sarah eyed her, concern flickering in her eyes as she buttered her own toast. 'You wanna talk about it?

'I'm good,' Daisy insisted, popping a pill from her anti-nausea bottle and swallowing it with a sip of tea. The meds were a godsend, dulling the constant queasy hum to a background whisper. 'I gotta get ready, classes wait for no one, and neither does the firm.' She stood, rinsing her mug quickly. 'Thanks though.'

'Anytime. Text me if you need a bailout mid-lecture.' Sarah gave her a playful nudge on the way out, but her smile didn't quite hide the worry.

It wasn’t as easy as Daisy had hoped, just getting through to the eighteenth, the exhaustion setting in, having to climb into bed for naps as soon as she finished work, even sleeping through her alarm once or twice making her late for lectures. The office brought its own gauntlet. Her shift started at 10:30 a.m., the law firm humming with the usual frenzy, phones ringing, lawyers barking orders. Daisy dove into filing documents in the back room, the repetitive task a distraction from the low simmer in her belly. By lunchtime, during a staff meeting in the conference room, the nausea ambushed her again. Carla from accounting was passing around a tray of fresh bagels, the yeasty aroma filling the space like a taunt.

'Here, Daisy, plain one? Or we’ve got cream cheese. Looks like you could use some carbs,' Carla said cheerfully, holding out the plate.

Daisy's stomach lurched at the sight. 'No, thanks, I'm good,' she managed, but her face must have betrayed her. She pushed back from the table abruptly. 'Actually, excuse me.' She fled down the corridor, locking herself in the executive restroom, vomiting into the sink with a groan. The anti-nausea pill she'd taken that morning had worn off too soon; she dry-swallowed another from her purse, waiting for the calm to return.

When she re-entered the meeting, her boss, Mr. Hargrove, glanced up from his notes. 'Everything alright, Turner? You missed the budget rundown.'

'Fine, sir. Won't happen again.' She slid into her seat, forcing focus on the slides, though her mind raced. The rest of the afternoon blurred into emails and copies, punctuated by sips from her water bottle and another cracker from her desk drawer. By 5 p.m., as she clocked out, exhaustion tugged at her limbs, but the meds held the line, no more incidents.

That evening at home, Sarah had the soup ready, steaming bowls on the coffee table as they curled up on the couch. 'How was the trenches today?' Sarah asked, spooning up a bit of rice and broth.

Daisy stirred hers slowly, the plain grains soothing. 'Survived, just about. These pills are clutch, though.’

Sarah nodded, her expression soft. 'You're tough as nails. But seriously, if it gets worse...'

'God I hope not. Two weeks, and it's done.' Daisy set her spoon down, the words a mantra.

Sarah reached over, squeezing her knee. 'You’ll get through it. Bland foods forever if that's what it takes.'

Daisy chuckled weakly. 'Deal. Pass the crackers?'

The weekend flew like a blur; Daisy barely left the house. Turned down an invitation for girls night drinks and a lunch date with her mum. She couldn’t face leaving the safety of her home. Ever since those two pink lines had stared back at her from the pregnancy test, Daisy couldn't seem to escape the babies. They were everywhere, like the world had conspired to shove tiny, gurgling reminders right in her face. It started innocently enough on her walk to campus from her car one crisp morning. The air was laced with the scent of fallen leaves, and she bundled her scarf tighter against the chill, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she navigated the bustling sidewalk. Up ahead, a young couple pushed a stroller, their toddler, a chubby-cheeked boy with wild curls, giggling as he waved a stuffed bear in the air. The dad scooped him up mid-stride, planting a raspberry on his belly that elicited peals of laughter echoing down the street.

Daisy slowed her pace without realizing it, her eyes lingering on the scene. The mom's face lit up, that soft, radiant smile reserved for moments like this, her hand brushing the child's back in a gesture so tender it twisted something deep in Daisy's chest. 'Look at him go, huh? Our little explorer,' the dad said, chuckling as he set the boy back down, who immediately toddled forward with determined steps in his tiny sneakers, laces undone and flapping.

'Yeah, he's got your energy,' the mom replied, her voice warm and amused, squeezing her partner's arm. They moved on, oblivious to the young woman frozen a few paces back, staring at those minuscule shoes kicking up leaves. Daisy shook her head, forcing her feet to move. 'Get a grip,' she muttered under her breath, but the image stuck, the pure joy, the effortless bond. Was that what she'd be throwing away? No, she'd decided… hadn’t she?. The clinic appointment was set; it was the smart choice for her life, her career, her freedom. But damn, those little hands clutching the bear's ear... they haunted her.

By midday, the office amplified the torment. Daisy was at her desk, sorting through case files, when the elevator dinged and out stepped Lisa from accounting, cradling her newborn daughter in a soft pink blanket. The baby was all wrinkled perfection, tiny fists balled up near her face, letting out soft coos as Lisa beamed at the receptionist.

'Oh, Lisa! Let me see her,' the receptionist gushed, leaning over the counter. 'What's her name again?'

'Emilia. She slept through the whole night last night thankfully' Lisa shifted the bundle carefully, pulling back the edge of the blanket to reveal the baby's downy hair. A cluster of colleagues gathered, murmuring approvals.

'Look at those cheeks! I could eat her up,' one paralegal said, peering closer.

'You're glowing, Lisa. Motherhood suits you,' another added, and Lisa laughed, a light, contented sound.

'It does. I mean, the exhaustion is real but holding her... nothing compares. She's my whole world already.' Lisa's eyes sparkled as she rocked the infant gently, who yawned in response, drawing more aww's from the group.

Daisy pretended to focus on her screen, but her gaze kept drifting to the tiny fingers flexing against the blanket, the delicate lashes fluttering over closed eyes. The office buzzed with that collective adoration, the kind of unconditional love she'd glimpsed in magazines and movies but never felt this viscerally. It clawed at her resolve. She'd heard it from women at the firm, from her sister Poppy even 'There's nothing I love more than being a mom. The hard parts fade when you see that smile.' Poppy had said it just last month over coffee, rubbing her own swelling belly with a dreamy expression. Daisy had rolled her eyes then, but now? Now it echoed, making her wonder if that overriding warmth could make the chaos worth it. A baby of her own, dressing it in onesies, feeling that glow. Would it really shatter everything she'd built? But would that be such a bad thing?

She tore her eyes away, sipping water to steady the sudden churn in her stomach, not just from the pregnancy, but from the doubt. 'It's a trick,' she whispered to herself later in the break room, staring at her reflection in the microwave door. 'The universe messing with me because I know what's best.' But the second-guessing lingered like a shadow.

One afternoon, her mum had texted out of the blue: 

Mum: Fancy a quick shopping trip? Need your opinion on some curtains for the house. Meet at the mall in an hour? 

Daisy hesitated, her thumb hovering. She hadn't planned on telling anyone, not her parents, not her sister or any of her other friends, no one. The fewer people in the loop, the easier to keep it contained, to follow through without judgment or pressure. But a distraction might help shake off the baby fixation. 

Daisy: Sure, see you soon, 

She replied, grabbing her coat. The mall was alive with weekend shoppers, chatter and laughter bouncing off the polished floors. Daisy spotted her mum near the entrance to the department store, waving enthusiastically in a floral blouse and jeans, her hair pulled back in a practical ponytail.

'Daisy! There you are. Come on, let's hit the home goods first.' Elaine linked arms with her daughter, steering her toward the aisles. 'How's your week been?'

'It’s been okay,' Daisy said, forcing a smile as they wove through racks of linens. 'Work's busy, classes too. The usual.' She kept her tone light, avoiding the truth bubbling beneath.

They chatted about mundane things, Poppy's latest ultrasound, the firm's holiday party plans, as Elaine fingered fabric swatches. But then, drifting past the baby section on the way to housewares, Daisy's steps faltered. The display was a pastel explosion: racks of tiny outfits in soft cottons, stacks of booties folded neatly, mobiles dangling with stars and animals. A mannequin wore a frilly dress, complete with matching hat, and Daisy found herself drifting closer, her hand reaching out to touch the hem of a onesie patterned with ducks.

Elaine noticed, glancing over with a fond smile. 'Aww, aren't these adorable? Thinking ahead for Poppy's little one? You could pick something out; they’d love a gift from her auntie.'

Daisy startled, dropping the fabric like it burned. 'Maybe, just... browsing. They are cute, though.' She picked up a pair of minuscule socks, white with blue trim, turning them over in her palm. So small, so fragile. Her mind flashed to a child, hers?, wearing them, kicking tiny feet while she laughed and scooped them up. The glow her mum must have had when holding Poppy as a baby, the stories of sleepless nights overridden by pure love. 'Mum, do you ever... I mean, was it hard with me and Poppy? Like, really hard?'

Elaine paused, selecting a curtain panel but eyeing Daisy curiously. 'Well, sure, it had its moments. Sleepless nights, the tantrums, worrying if you're doing it right. But oh, honey, the love... it's indescribable. That first time they look at you and smile, or when they curl up against you—nothing beats it. Why the sudden interest?'

Daisy shrugged, hanging the socks back but letting her fingers trail over a stack of blankets nearby, feeling the fluffy texture. 'Just curious. Wondering how much of a slap in the face Poppy’s got coming?.' She caught herself staring too long at a crib mobile, spinning gently, and turned away abruptly. 'Anyway, curtains? Show me what you've got.'

Elaine chuckled, linking arms again. 'Leave your sister alone, she’ll be fine. It’ll be you one day.'

'Not for a while… let’s hope,' Daisy insisted, her voice a touch too quick.

As they moved on, the baby aisle fading behind, the doubt gnawed deeper. She knew her decision, knew it was right for her solo life, her ambitions. But those glimpses of what could be... they made her question if ruining her plans was the same as embracing something profound.

Back home that evening, alone in her room while Sarah was out with Tom, Daisy's thoughts circled back to Cassian. It had been over a week since that awkward handoff at the bar, slipping her number to the bartender with a mumbled explanation.

'Tell him it's important.' She'd replayed it a hundred times, hoping for a buzz that never came. Her phone lay silent on the nightstand, no texts, no voicemails. Part of her didn't dwell, he was military, right? Deployment could mean blackouts, rules about personal contact.

But the other part, the quieter fear, whispered otherwise. Maybe he'd gotten the number and tossed it, uninterested in a one-night fling's drama. No desire to hear about the consequences of their reckless night.

'Whatever,' she told herself, scrolling aimlessly through her feed to distract. 'Doesn't change anything.' Still, she wanted, needed, to tell him, to share the weight, even if it led nowhere. The silence stretched, mirroring the two-week wait to the clinic, leaving her adrift in second thoughts and unspoken longings.

The alarm on Daisy's phone buzzed softly at 7:00 a.m., pulling her from a restless sleep where dreams of tiny hands and echoing laughter had twisted into nightmares of empty arms. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, the familiar posters of legal icons and travel destinations blurring in her vision. Today was the day, the clinic appointment she'd booked with a mix of determination and dread two weeks ago. The procedure that would erase the unexpected life growing inside her, the one that had upended her world since those two pink lines appeared. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet hitting the carpeted floor, and rubbed her eyes. No time for second-guessing now; she'd made her choice or at least convinced herself she had.

Daisy padded to her closet, the quiet house amplifying every creak of the floorboards. Sarah was already up, the faint clink of dishes from the kitchen signalling her morning routine. Opting for comfort over her usual polished outfits, Daisy selected a pair of soft leggings that hugged her legs without pinching her waist, a plain t-shirt covered by a  loose oversized sweater in muted blue that draped over her frame like a shield, and her worn sneakers, practical for whatever discomfort lay ahead. She knew from the clinic's information packet that this wouldn't be painless; cramps, bleeding, recovery time. She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, opting for o makeup today; her face looked pale enough, dark circles under her eyes from nights spent tossing over what-ifs.

She'd prepared meticulously in the days leading up. A quick email to her professor two days prior: Due to a personal matter, I'll be missing Thursday's lecture. Could you please send the notes and readings? I'll catch up promptly. The response had been understanding, no questions asked. At work, she'd called in on Monday: 'Hi, it's Daisy. I've got a small trip planned, family thing. Mind if I take Thursday and Friday off? I'll handle any urgent files remotely.' Her boss had chuckled, 'Enjoy the break, kid. You've earned it.' Lies, all of it, but necessary to keep the secret buried. No one needed to know; not her parents, not Poppy with her judgmental stares, and certainly not the friends who'd pry into her sudden 'vacation.'

A soft knock sounded at her door. 'Daisy? You up?' Sarah's voice was gentle, laced with concern.

'Yeah, come in,' Daisy called, forcing a steadiness into her tone as she grabbed her purse and keys from the dresser.

Sarah pushed the door open, her work blouse half-buttoned, hair still tousled from sleep. She leaned against the frame, eyes scanning Daisy's face. 'Morning. How are you feeling? You ready for this?'

Daisy met her gaze, appreciating the worry etched there. Sarah had been her rock through the nausea, the tests, the tears, the only one who knew the full story. 'Nervous as hell, but okay. I think.' She slung her bag over her shoulder, avoiding the mirror again. 'Just want to get it done.'

Sarah stepped inside, closing the distance to pull Daisy into a quick hug. 'You sure you don't want me to come with? I can call in sick; tell them I ate bad sushi or something.'

Daisy hugged back, inhaling the familiar scent of Sarah's vanilla shampoo, but pulled away with a small smile. 'No, you shouldn’t lose money because of this. Besides, I'd rather do this solo, you know? Be a big brave girl about it, but thank you, for everything. I mean it.'

Sarah nodded, though her brow furrowed. 'Alright, but promise you'll text me? Like, right after? Let me know when you're home safe, and if you need anything, soup, ice cream, a shoulder. I'm here.' She squeezed Daisy's arm, her voice dropping. 'You're brave, you know that? Whatever happens, you've got this.'

'I know. And I will text. Go on, get to work before you're late.' Daisy shooed her lightly toward the door, the gesture masking the lump rising in her throat. 'Love you.'

'Love you too. Drive safe.' Sarah lingered for a second, then turned, her footsteps fading down the hall.

The house fell silent after that, the front door clicking shut behind Sarah minutes later. Daisy stood in the empty living room, the weight of the day settling like lead on her shoulders. The clock on the microwave read 7:45; plenty of time for the twenty-minute drive, but each tick amplified the heaviness. She could feel it, not the usual morning sickness that had plagued her for weeks, but a churning unease low in her belly, nerves twisting like knots. Doubt flickered at the edges: Was this right? The clinic's sterile promise of finality versus the fleeting images of motherhood that had haunted her shopping trips and street walks.

But she'd chosen her path. College courses and a career that she’d been pushed into by her ambitious parents, independence of having her life run by a demanding job. A baby now would derail everything, and Cassian? He was a ghost, silent since that night. She had hoped she would be able to speak to him before doing this, to be able to let him know before it was too late. Whether she had been hoping he would talk her out of is she didn’t know.

At 8:50am Daisy forced herself out the door, locking it with trembling fingers, the crisp air biting at her cheeks as she descended the steps to her car. The old sedan beeped unlocked, and she slid into the driver's seat, the leather cool against her leggings. Keys in the ignition, engine rumbling to life. Just drive, she told herself, buckling up and pulling out of the driveway. The neighbourhood blurred by, suburban houses, kids waiting for school buses in puffy jackets. She kept her eyes fixed on the road, hands gripping the wheel at ten and two, but the world intruded anyway.

At the first stoplight, a park came into view on her left. There they were: a couple in their thirties, strolling hand-in-hand, pushing a double stroller. Twins, maybe, bundled in matching hats, one waving a rattle that jingled faintly even from the car. The woman laughed at something her partner said, leaning her head on his shoulder, their faces alight with that easy, shared joy. Daisy's foot tapped impatiently on the brake, her gaze darting away. The light turned green, and she accelerated, but the image lingered, a pang sharpening in her chest.

The drive wound through town, past coffee shops and boutiques opening for the day. Another glimpse: a mom juggling grocery bags and a toddler on her hip, the child burying its face in her neck with a giggle. 'Mama!' the little voice carried on the breeze as Daisy passed. She cranked the radio, some upbeat pop song filling the car, but it did little to drown the thoughts. Her stomach roiled—not nausea, but pure anxiety, a cold sweat prickling her skin. 'Get it over with,' she repeated like a mantra, merging onto the quieter road leading out of town. Then  she would deal with the rest. Regret, relief, whatever. Just end the uncertainty.

Cassian's face flashed unbidden, his strong jaw, the way his hands had gripped her hips that night, rough and urgent. What would he say? Would he care? She pictured him, broad-shouldered and intense, cradling a swaddled bundle, his dark eyes softening in a way she'd never seen. A miniature him, with her eyes maybe, reaching up with those tiny fingers.

'Stop,' she hissed, slapping the steering wheel. The silence from her phone mocked her, no call, no text. Deployment, disinterest, it didn't matter. This was her decision, alone.

The clinic's sign appeared sooner than expected, a discreet building tucked off the main road, surrounded by a modest parking lot dotted with a handful of cars. Daisy signalled and turned in, the tires crunching over gravel as she found a spot near the entrance. She killed the engine, the sudden quiet deafening. Her hands stayed on the wheel, knuckles white, as she stared at the unassuming façade, glass doors, a small awning, the word 'Women's Health Centre' in plain letters. This was it. The threshold. Step inside, sign the forms, and there'd be no undoing it. The life that had sparked from one reckless night would end, and she'd walk out changed, lighter or emptier, she couldn't say.

She sat there, breath shallow, the clock on the dash ticking to 9:15. At least 30 minutes early, as instructed. The lot was sparse; another car pulled in, a woman emerging alone, head down, much like Daisy felt. No turning back now. But the doubt gnawed, fierce and unrelenting, as the weight pressed heavier still.

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Sarah's day at the salon had dragged on interminably, the hum of hairdryers and the sharp scent of styling products doing little to distract her from the constant itch to check her phone. Every few minutes, she'd glance down, hoping for a buzz or a ping, a simple text from Daisy saying she was okay, or even just a thumbs-up emoji to ease the knot in her stomach. As a beautician, Sarah was used to being the one who fixed things: a bad dye job here, a confidence boost there. But this? This was out of her league. Daisy, her best friend since their awkward freshman year of college, was facing something monumental, and Sarah could only imagine the weight of it.

'God, I'm glad it's not me,' she thought more than once, trimming a client's split ends while her mind wandered. The idea of sitting in that clinic, deciding the fate of a tiny life, it would cripple her. Daisy was stronger, always had been, but even Sarah knew this could break anyone.

By the time her last client, a chatty middle-aged woman getting highlights, settled into the chair, Sarah's patience was fraying. 'So, any big plans for the weekend?' the woman asked, flipping through a magazine. Sarah forced a smile, sectioning off the hair with foils.

'Just chilling with friends. You know, the usual.' She kept her responses short, her eyes flicking to the clock. 3:45 p.m. Almost done. The woman prattled on about her grandkids, but Sarah's thoughts were elsewhere, picturing Daisy alone, pale and scared. When the colour was set and rinsed, Sarah styled it quickly, waving off the tip with a distracted 'Thanks, enjoy!' She grabbed her handbag, clocked out, and bolted for her car, the autumn chill nipping at her cheeks as she headed to the corner store.

Ice cream was a must, Daisy's favourite, that mint chocolate chip that always brought a smile, even on the worst days. She tossed a family-sized tub into the basket, along with a pack of those soothing cucumber face masks they loved to do together, giggling like teenagers. 'She'll need this,' Sarah muttered to herself at the checkout, paying with a quick tap of her card. The drive home was tense, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel as she navigated the familiar streets, leaves crunching under the tires. The radio played some upbeat pop song, but she switched it off, preferring the quiet to match her swirling thoughts.

At exactly 4:15 p.m., she pulled into the driveway of their cozy two-story house, the one they shared to cut costs while Daisy chased her law degree. And there it was, Daisy's beat-up blue Civic, parked a little crookedly, as if she'd hurried in without a care. Sarah's heart leaped. 'She's home early,' she thought, relief mixing with fresh worry. Why no text? She killed the engine, grabbed the shopping bag with the ice cream and masks, and slung her handbag over her shoulder. The front door stuck a bit in the damp weather, but she shouldered it open, calling out as she stepped inside. 'Dais? You okay? I'm home!'

The house was quiet, save for the faint clink of a spoon against porcelain from the living room. Daisy's voice floated back, steady and calm, no hitch of tears, no wince of pain that Sarah had braced for. 'In here.'

Sarah kicked off her flats in the entryway, the cool tile grounding her as she padded toward the living room. Concern etched her face; what state would she find her in? Curled up under a blanket in pain? sobbing? Pacing in shock? The room came into view, dimly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through half-drawn curtains, the TV off, a faint scent of chamomile tea in the air. And there was Daisy, curled up on the couch like it was any lazy afternoon. She had a fluffy throw blanket draped over her legs, a steaming mug of tea cradled in her hands, and she was scrolling idly on her phone, her dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She looked... put together. A touch of colour in her cheeks, no smeared makeup or red-rimmed eyes. It threw Sarah off completely.

'You okay?' Sarah asked, her voice tentative as she set her handbag and the shopping bag down on the coffee table with a soft thud.

The ice cream would need to go in the freezer soon, but it could wait. She perched on the edge of the cushion next to Daisy, close enough to offer a hug if needed, her eyes searching her friend's face. 'How did it go? You look... surprisingly chill.'

Daisy inhaled deeply, taking a slow sip of her tea, the steam curling up around her face. She set the mug down on the side table with a deliberate clink, her fingers lingering on the handle as if buying time. 'Erm... I... I couldn't do it.'

Sarah's brows furrowed, her head tilting in confusion. She scanned Daisy's face, those familiar green eyes, the slight freckles across her nose, searching for clues. 'What do you mean?!'

Daisy swallowed heavily, her throat bobbing as she met Sarah's gaze. She shifted on the couch, pulling her knees up a bit under the blanket. 'I couldn't do it, Sarah. I got there, parked, walked inside, signed all the forms and sat down in the waiting room.' She paused, her voice steady but laced with the echo of that morning's nerves.

'There were all these women, teenage girls sitting with their mums, holding hands or just staring at the floor. One girl looked about sixteen, her mum scowling at her.'

Sarah leaned in, her hand resting lightly on Daisy's arm, squeezing gently. 'Jesus! Sixteen!.'

Daisy nodded, her eyes drifting to the window for a moment, watching a leaf flutter past. 'Yep… and all I could think about was... how I'm giving up something that I think… could be really great. This young girl sat there and she was so young and she would be throwing her life away but…I know I could do this, that I will love this baby so much. And I was sat in that clinic with her, in the exact same situation, making that decision and for what? For a life I don't want. Chasing that law degree that my mum and dad want more than me, slaving away at the firm, never living for anything other than the job. Endless briefs, late nights, no time for... for anything real. No family, no joy outside of billable hours. I pictured it all, sitting there, and it just hit me, why am I throwing away this chance at something pure?'

Sarah's eyes widened, her grip tightening slightly. 'Dais...'

'When they called me in,' Daisy continued, her voice gaining a bit of strength, 'I just… froze right there in the chair. All I could see were tiny hands grabbing my finger, little outfits I saw in the store last week with Mum, that unconditional love everyone talks about. I couldn't bring myself to walk in there, to lie down and let it happen. So… I bolted. Grabbed my bag and just left. Got in the car and drove home.'

Sarah sat back a fraction, stunned, her mouth opening and closing as she processed. 'Wait, you didn't... Daisy, you seemed so set on it, what... I... what does this mean?!'

Daisy let out a little huff of a laugh, the sound light and disbelieving, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she looked at Sarah, a soft finality of her decision gracing her features. 'It means ... i think I'm gonna have a baby.'

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Six

Daisy slipped back into her routine like pulling on an old sweater, the fabric worn but comfortable. By the time Sarah had returned home from her weekend getaway on Sunday evening, she had been fully caught up on Daisy’s Friday night shenanigans by the other girls via the group chat. How she had finally ended her drought with what they described as a Greek god in human form. Daisy had dodged probing questions like her life depended on it, offering only small snippets of information, like how her insides were sore and the fact that she had dropped three hundred buck on a new bed frame because of him.

Monday morning hit with the shrill alarm, her head still fuzzy from the weekend's haze, not just the hangover, but the echo of Cassian's hands gripping her hips, his cock stretching her in ways that left her sore in the best kind of ache. She dragged herself to her classes and to the law firm, the fluorescent lights of the office buzzing overhead as she sorted files and answered phones, the monotony a welcome distraction.

'Morning, Daisy,' her boss called from his office, waving a stack of briefs her way.

She smiled tightly, fingers flying over the keyboard, burying the memory of rough thrusts under spreadsheets and coffee runs. Lunch was a quick salad at her desk, scrolling through texts from Margo and Lois-Spill more on hot soldier boy? Lois demanded with a string of eggplant emojis. Daisy typed back a vague One and done, girls, hitting send before she could overthink it. The days blurred: classes where she took meticulous notes, the photocopier's hum in the office her soundtrack, evenings unwinding with Netflix and takeout.

Sarah kept the teasing light over shared dinners. 'You were glowing post-stranger, Dais. Why didn’t you get his digits?!'.

But Daisy waved it off, laughing it away. 'It was just a bit of fun, that's all. Back to reality.' Her house felt quieter without the thrill of that night, the porch light flickering as she locked up each evening, the empty street a reminder of the walk home with Cassian's arm around her waist.

By the following week, the itch crept in, that familiar heat pooling low in her belly after a long day of suits and small talk. She kicked off her heels at the door, padding to her room in stockings that whispered against the hardwood. Her dildo waited in her nightstand; sleek silicone she'd relied on for months before Cassian crashed into her world. Stripping down, she let her blouse fall, bra following, nipples hardening in the cool air. She slid under the covers, legs parting as she slicked lube over the toy, eyes fluttering shut. The first push stretched her, a low moan escaping as she worked it in, hips rocking to chase the friction. But it wasn't enough, the rigid length filled her, sure, but lacked the heat, the pulse, the way Cassian's thick cock had throbbed inside her, hitting spots that made her vision blur.

She thrust harder, free hand circling her clit, breaths coming ragged. Memories flooded: his mouth on her neck, growling good girl as he pounded into her, balls slapping against her ass. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, wet sounds filling the room, but the orgasm built slow, frustrating, cresting in a whimper instead of the shattering release he'd wrung from her. She came with a gasp, body arching, but it faded too quick, leaving her empty and panting. Tossing the toy aside, she stared at the ceiling, chest heaving. Fuck, she thought, wiping sweat from her brow. It scratched the surface, but nothing matched the raw drag of his skin on hers, the way he'd filled her completely, comm spilling hot inside as he claimed her one last time.

The following Friday dragged at work, her mind wandering during a deposition transcript, fantasies of Cassian's hands pinning her wrists, his tongue lapping at her folds until she begged. By evening, home called again, Sarah out with her own plans. Daisy showered hot and long, soaping her breasts, fingers teasing between her thighs until she was slick again. Back in bed, naked and impatient, she grabbed the dildo once more, this time on her knees, ass up as she imagined him behind her.

She fucked herself deep, moaning his name into the pillow, Cassian, the silicone gliding in and out, her juices coating it. Her clit throbbed under her thumb, pressure building as she pictured his grip bruising her hips, his cock slamming home without mercy. The climax hit harder this time, walls fluttering around the toy, a cry tearing from her throat. But even as stars burst behind her eyes, it rang hollow, the afterglow tainted by absence. She collapsed, spent but unsatisfied, the dildo slipping free with a wet pop.

Weekends brought no relief, brunch with the girls, where Jane dissected her latest date gone wrong, Sarah plotting their next bar crawl so she could take part this time. Daisy joined in the laughter, but her thoughts drifted to the soldier who'd upended her dry spell, only to vanish like smoke. Alone in her bed that night, she tried again, vibrator buzzing against her clit while fingers plunged inside, chasing that elusive high. It built, crested, left her trembling, but never quite touched the fire Cassian had ignited. Life marched on, steady and solo, the dildo her faithful but inadequate companion, a pale shadow of the real thing she'd tasted and lost.

The weeks folded one into the next like pages in a well-worn planner. Two months slipped by in the quiet grind of her life, the firm’s hum of printers and murmured phone calls her constant backdrop. Mornings started with the same ritual: alarm buzzing at 6:45, a quick shower to wash away the remnants of restless sleep, then slipping into crisp blouses and pencil skirts that hugged her curves just enough to feel put-together. She’d grab her usual breakfast, a plain yogurt with sliced banana and a drizzle of honey, from the fridge, the tangy sweetness a small anchor in the chaos of lectures and note taking.

Afternoons blurred into client meetings where she juggled notes and coffee refills, her boss’s voice droning about case deadlines while she nodded along, mind occasionally drifting to safer distractions: weekend plans with Margo and Lois, or the latest true-crime podcast queued on her commute home.

November edged into cooler weather, leaves crunching under her heels on the walk to the bus stop, her breath fogging in the crisp air. Work piled on, a big merger case meant overtime, her desk buried under color-coded files. Sarah dragged her out for drinks once, the bar’s neon buzz a faint echo of that first night, but Daisy nursed her gin and tonic, laughing off questions about any new flings.

‘Nothing exciting,; she’d say, waving it away, though her body betrayed her in quieter moments, a random twinge low in her belly dismissed as cramps from her cycle, which had been spotty lately. She popped an ibuprofen, powered through, the pill pack in her purse a forgotten habit amid the rush.

The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of early morning lethargy as Daisy slipped into her usual seat in the third row, the clock on the wall ticking just past 8:00 a.m. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows over the tiered desks cluttered with laptops, notebooks, and the occasional breakfast wrapper. About forty students dotted the space, some nursing steaming travel mugs of coffee, others munching on granola bars or bagels, Professor Harlan's infamous 'no-smell, no-fuss’ policy in full effect for these dawn patrols. 'Fuel up, folks,' he'd say at the start of every term, 'but keep it quiet. Law school waits for no empty stomach.' Daisy appreciated it; her routine was sacred, a small anchor in the chaos of case readings and mock arguments.

She unzipped her backpack, pulling out her notepad, a fresh pen, and the glass Tupperware container she'd packed that morning. Plain yogurt swirled with sliced banana and a drizzle of honey, simple, satisfying, the same breakfast she'd scarfed down daily since freshman year. It kept her steady through the constitutional law grind. The professor, a wiry man in his fifties with wire-rimmed glasses and a perpetual coffee stain on his tie, strode to the podium as the last stragglers settled.

'Good morning, future barristers,' he boomed, his voice gravelly from years of lecturing. 'Or should I say, good morning to those who actually look awake. Today, we're diving into the First Amendment, freedom of speech, baby. But remember, it's not absolute. Yell 'fire' in a crowded theatre? Schenck v. United States says no dice.' He clicked the projector, the screen flickering to life with bullet points on clear and present danger.

Daisy flipped open her notepad, pen poised, and scooped her first spoonful. The yogurt was cool and tangy, banana chunks soft against her tongue, honey adding just the right sweetness. She jotted notes as Professor Harlan paced. '

Think about it: What words can incite imminent lawless action? Brandenburg v. Ohio, high bar, folks. Speech must be directed to inciting or producing imminent lawless action and likely to do so.' A few students murmured agreements, one guy in the back row whispering to his buddy, 'Man, this stuff's gonna kill me on the exam.'

Daisy smiled faintly, spooning up the second bite, same as always, comforting in its predictability. Her handwriting filled the page: Schenck (1919): Clear and present danger test. Espionage Act during WWI. By the third spoonful, she was deep into the rhythm, eat, listen, write. The hall smelled faintly of fresh fruit and the chalky residue from the whiteboard, nothing overpowering. Professor Harlan leaned on the podium, gesturing emphatically.

'Now, let's talk hypotheticals. Imagine you're defending a protestor shouting slurs at a rally. Is that protected? Or does it cross into fighting words? Chaplinsky v. New Hampshire, words that by their very utterance inflict injury or tend to incite an immediate breach of the peace.' A girl two seats over from Daisy nodded vigorously, muttering to her friend, 'Fighting words, key phrase. That's on the midterm for sure.' Daisy swallowed her bite, adding Chaplinsky (1942): Face-to-face insults not protected to her notes, then reached for the fourth spoonful.

The yogurt hit her tongue, and something shifted, like a switch flipping in her mouth. The creamy texture suddenly felt thick, almost cloying, the banana's mild flavour turning sour, the honey sticking unpleasantly. She froze, spoon midway to her lips, the mouthful pooling awkwardly as she stared down at the container. Half-empty now, the pale mixture looked innocent enough, but doubt crept in. Is this going bad? she thought, her mind racing. She'd grabbed it from the fridge that morning, expiration date still good, but maybe the milk had soured overnight. Concern prickled her skin; food poisoning mid-lecture was not on her agenda.

Professor Harlan's voice droned on: 'Class, consider the marketplace of ideas, Holmes' analogy. Bad ideas get shouted down by better ones, not censorship. But where's the line?'

Daisy forced the swallow, the lump sliding down with effort, leaving a queasy aftertaste. She snapped the lid back on the Tupperware, the click louder than intended in the quiet hall, and shoved it into her bag's side pocket. Okay, just one-off bite. Push through, she told herself, gripping her pen tighter.

She tried to refocus, eyes locking on the projector as Harlan sketched a timeline on the board. 'From 1919 to 1969, Schenck to Brandenburg. Evolution of the test. Questions so far? Anyone want to weigh in on symbolic speech?'

A hand shot up from the front row, a guy with messy hair and a hoodie. 'Professor, like burning the flag? Is that speech or just destruction of property?' Harlan grinned, pointing his marker. 'Excellent, Mr. Patel. Texas v. Johnson, 1989, protected under First Amendment. Expressive conduct, folks. But it burns people up, pun intended.' The class chuckled softly, a ripple of whispers following.

Daisy nodded along, scribbling Symbolic speech: Texas v. Johnson (flag burning protected), but her concentration frayed at the edges. A warmth bloomed in her chest, spreading upward, her skin prickling under her sweater. What the hell? She pressed her palms flat on the desk, damp. Sweaty. Her mouth went dry, tongue sticking to the roof like she'd swallowed cotton. The air in the hall felt thicker, the faint whir of the AC doing nothing to cool the flush creeping up her neck.

She fumbled for her water bottle from the desk's edge, unscrewing the cap with shaky fingers and taking a small sip. The cool liquid soothed for a second, but her heart thudded unevenly. It's the yogurt, she rationalized inwardly, bad batch. Just breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth, slow, steady. Professor Harlan fielded another question: 'Yes, Ms. Rivera?'

The girl in the second row leaned forward. 'So, if speech incites violence but doesn't happen, is it still unprotected? Like online threats?'

'Great point,' Harlan replied, rubbing his chin. 'Watts v. United States, true threats aren't protected. Context matters: Was it a serious expression of intent to harm? Hyperbole versus real danger.' Murmurs of 'Oh, yeah' and 'Noted' floated around Daisy as she tried to jot it down, but her pen slipped, leaving a smudge. The heat intensified, a sheen of sweat beading on her forehead, trickling down her temple. She wiped it away discreetly, but her palms were slick now, gripping the bottle too tight. Another sip, bigger this time, but the dryness persisted, her throat tightening.

The longer she sat there, willing it away, the worse it got. Her face burned, cheeks hot as if she'd run a mile, and a wave of nausea rolled through her stomach, low and insistent. She swallowed hard, fighting the gag that bubbled up, her free hand pressing against her abdomen under the desk. Not here, not now, she thought desperately, eyes darting to the clock, 8:22 a.m., still forty minutes left.  The yogurt's fault, definitely; that off taste lingered like a warning.

Professor Harlan's voice blurred into background noise: 'Let's pivot to prior restraint, Near v. Minnesota. Government can't shut down a newspaper before publication unless it's obscenity, libel, or inciting violence.' A couple of students whispered back and forth: 'Prior restraint's the big no-no,' one said. 'Yeah, but exceptions for national security,' the other countered.

Daisy's vision tunnelled slightly, the words swimming. Sweat dampened her underarms, her shirt clinging uncomfortably, and the urge to retch strengthened, bile teasing the back of her throat. She couldn't stay, not without making a scene, chunks flying across her notes on Brandenburg. Decision made, she moved quietly, sliding her notepad into her bag first, the pages crinkling softly. Water bottle next, cap twisted shut with a suppressed click. She reached back, snagging her jacket from the chair's hook, draping it over her arm to hide the flush on her face. Heart pounding, she raised her hand just enough to catch the professor's eye, mouthing 'Excuse me' when he glanced over.

Harlan paused mid-sentence, nodding sympathetically, early classes had their casualties. 'Go ahead, Miss...?' he said softly, not breaking stride for the class.

'Turner sir,' she whispered, voice barely audible as she stood, bag slung over her shoulder. 'Sorry, I’m not feeling well.' A few nearby heads turned curiously, but she kept her eyes down, weaving through the aisle with quick, muffled steps.

The door creaked as she pushed it open, cool hallway air hitting her like a slap, relief mixed with dread. Her stomach churned violently now, twisting in knots, urging her forward. She turned left, heels clicking faster on the linoleum toward the ladies' bathroom at the hall's end, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other clutching her bag like a lifeline. Just make it, she urged herself, the nausea peaking with every stride.

The hallway stretched like an eternity, Daisy's footsteps echoing sharply against the polished linoleum as she clutched her bag to her chest, one hand shooting to press over her mouth. The nausea surged in waves now, her stomach contracting with ruthless insistence, bile rising hot and acidic in her throat. Come on, just a few more steps, she thought desperately, her vision blurring at the edges from the effort of holding it back. The door to the ladies' bathroom loomed ahead, a plain white panel with a faded stick-figure sign, and she lunged for it, slamming her shoulder against the push bar. The door banged open with a resounding thud that reverberated off the tiled walls, but Daisy didn't care, protocol be damned when her guts were staging a full revolt.

She stumbled inside, the cool, faintly chemical scent of industrial cleaner hitting her nostrils like a slap. The bathroom was mercifully empty, rows of sinks gleaming under fluorescent lights, stalls lining the far wall in stark white partitions. No time to aim for the farthest one; the nearest cubicle door swung wide as she barrelled in, dropping to her knees just as the first heave wracked her body. Her jacket slipped from her arm, pooling on the floor in a crumpled heap, and her bag thudded beside it, zipper gaping open.

'Oh God,' she gasped to the empty air, her voice a strangled whisper as she gripped the cold porcelain rim of the toilet. The chill seeped through her slacks instantly, but it was nothing compared to the fire in her belly.

She retched violently, her body convulsing as the yogurt, once so innocently sweet, came surging back up in a bitter, chunky torrent. It splashed into the water below, the sound echoing obscenely in the confined space. Daisy gagged hard, tears springing to her eyes from the strain. Another wave hit, forcing her to lean further over, her hair falling forward to curtain her face as she heaved again, expelling the remnants of banana and honey mixed with stomach acid. The cubicle door hung ajar behind her, forgotten in the chaos, but the bathroom remained silent, no footsteps, no voices, just the harsh rhythm of her breathing and the occasional drip from a leaky faucet down the row.

She coached her breathing hoarsely, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as a brief pause allowed her to catch her breath. But the relief was fleeting; her stomach twisted once more, and she dry-heaved this time, the empty spasms making her ribs ache. Tears streamed down her cheeks now, hot and unchecked, smearing mascara in dark rivulets. She whimpered gently, the cold floor bit into her knees, grounding her even as her head spun, the world tilting like a bad carnival ride. She retched twice more, softer now, until finally, blessedly, the nausea began to ebb, retreating like a tide pulling back from shore.

Daisy slumped against the toilet, forehead resting on her arm as she drew in deep, shuddering breaths. 'Okay, I’m okay,' she murmured to herself, forcing the air into her lungs in slow, measured pulls. The tears kept coming, not from sadness but from the raw intensity of the gagging, her throat raw and burning. She blinked them away, staring at the swirling mess in the bowl. The bathroom stayed quiet, no one bursting in to witness her in this undignified kneel, door wide open like an invitation she hadn't meant to extend. Gratitude washed over her amid the exhaustion; the last thing she needed was a classmate peeking in, whispering about the girl puking her guts out before 8:30.

After a minute, when the urge to vomit had fully retreated and her stomach settled into a tentative calm, Daisy reached blindly for her bag. Her fingers fumbled inside, knocking over a pen before closing around the familiar plastic of her water bottle, unscrewing the cap with trembling hands. She took a small swig, swilling it around her mouth, the coolness a balm against the sour aftertaste, then leaned over and spat it forcefully into the toilet. The liquid mixed with the remnants below, and she repeated the process twice more.

She sat back on her heels, knees protesting the shift, and closed her eyes, breathing deeply once again. The air in the cubicle felt stale, heavy with the faint tang of her episode, but her body was starting to uncoil.

'Come on, pull yourself together' she pleaded softly, pressing her palms to her temples as if she could will the dizziness away. One minute ticked by, maybe two, marked only by the steady thump of her pulse in her ears and the distant hum of voices from the hallway outside. No one entered; the bathroom might as well have been a ghost town. Gradually, the vertigo eased, her vision sharpening as she blinked at the graffiti-scratched door: Prof. Harlan's tests suck-study group Rm 12.

Gathering her strength, Daisy pushed herself up, legs wobbling like a newborn foal's, steadying one hand on the stall wall as she stood fully. The jacket and bag lay abandoned; she scooped them up, slinging the bag over her shoulder and draping the jacket haphazardly. Shuffling out of the cubicle and made her way to the sinks. The mirrors reflected a pale, dishevelled version of herself: cheeks flushed but clammy, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, eyes red-rimmed. 'Jesus Christ,' she mumbled to her reflection, turning on the faucet with a twist. Cold water gushed out, and she cupped her hands, splashing it over her face in generous waves.

The chill shocked her system, droplets cascading down her neck and soaking her collar, but it was invigorating. She sighed, splashing again, then grabbing a handful of paper towels from the dispenser. She patted her face dry, the roughness grounding her further. Her stomach, miraculously, had settled quickly, no lingering churn, just a hollow emptiness that bordered on relief. Still, she felt clammy and uncomfortable, her shirt sticking to her back, palms damp despite the wash. Avoiding her own gaze in the mirror as she straightened her hair with damp fingers. The fluorescent buzz overhead seemed louder now, but the crisis had passed, leaving her drained but composed.

Daisy lingered at the sink for a moment longer, staring at her reflection as the water dripped from her chin. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like an annoying insect, casting harsh shadows under her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame the stray strands that had escaped during her ordeal. The thought of sitting through another forty minutes of her lecture, her stomach a ticking bomb, made her queasy all over again. Wednesdays were brutal enough with that one early class followed by her marathon shift at the law firm, ten-thirty start meant no buffer, no time to recover if things went south. She glanced at her watch: 8:35. The professor's voice droned on in her mind, something about flag-burning precedents, but it felt a world away.

'Screw it,' she said aloud, shaking her head at the absurdity. She slung her jacket over her arm and shouldered her bag, the weight of her laptop inside a comforting reminder of unfinished assignments. The hallway outside was busier now, students milling between classes, but Daisy kept her head down, weaving through the crowd with purposeful strides. No one seemed to notice her flushed cheeks or the way she swallowed hard every few steps, small mercies in a sea of indifferent faces.

The walk to her car felt longer than usual, the crisp morning air doing little to cool the lingering clamminess on her skin. She fumbled with her keys at the parking lot, muttering, 'Come on, don't drop them, you idiot,' as the ring jangled in her shaky grip. Sliding into the driver's seat of her beat-up sedan, she leaned back against the headrest, closing her eyes for a beat. 'Home. Shower. No more vomiting.’

The engine turned over with a reluctant rumble, and she pulled out, the campus fading in the rearview as she merged onto the main road. Traffic was light this early, thank God, no honking horns or sudden stops to test her resolve. By the time she pulled into the driveway of her shared house, the nausea had dulled to a faint ache, like a bruise rather than a knife twist. Sarah's car wasn't there, out at her own job at the hair salon a few streets over, blissfully unaware of Daisy's morning meltdown. Killing the engine and hauling herself out. The front door clicked open, and she kicked off her shoes in the entryway, the cool tile a relief against her stockinged feet. Up the stairs she went, bag thumping against her hip with each step.

In her bedroom, she stripped off her rumpled blouse and jeans, tossing them into the hamper with a sigh. The mirror by her dresser caught her eye, showing a girl who looked every bit as wrecked as she felt: pale skin, smudged makeup, hair a frizzy halo. She turned away, heading to the en-suite bathroom, twisting the shower knob until steam began to billow. The hot water hit her like a hug when she stepped under the spray, cascading over her shoulders and down her back, tilting her head back to let it soak her hair. Soap lathered between her palms, and she scrubbed vigorously, face, arms, legs, chasing away the sticky residue of sweat and sickness.

Ringsing off and reaching for her lavender body wash, she felt miles better already. The scent filled the small space, calming her nerves as she shaved her legs absentmindedly. Ten minutes later, she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body and another around her hair. Back in the bedroom, she rifled through her closet, pulling out a crisp white blouse, a navy pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right, and her favourite black heels. Professional, but not stuffy. She blow-dried her hair into soft waves, applied a light layer of foundation to even out her complexion, mascara to brighten her eyes, and a touch of nude lipstick. A spritz of perfume, something fresh and citrusy, and she was transformed, the clammy college girl replaced by the poised secretary ready for a day at Hargrove & Associates.

Glancing at the clock, 9:45, she grabbed her keys again. The drive to the office was uneventful, the radio playing a upbeat pop playlist that she sang along to half-heartedly, drumming her fingers on the wheel. The law firm loomed ahead, a sleek glass building in the business district, and she parked in her usual spot, smoothing her skirt as she walked in. The lobby's air conditioning was a godsend, cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of coffee from the break room.

'Morning, Daisy! You're early today,' called out Marlene from reception, her voice bright as she waved from behind the desk. Marlene was in her forties, always impeccably dressed with a warm smile that made the place feel less like a grind.

Daisy forced a grin, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. 'Hey, Marlene. Yeah, lecture wrapped quick. Figured I'd beat the traffic.' It wasn't a total lie, close enough. She swiped her keycard and headed to the elevators, the familiar ding soothing her jangled nerves.

Up on the third floor, her cubicle awaited in the open-plan office, surrounded by the hum of keyboards and murmured phone calls. She settled in, powering up her computer and sorting through the inbox, depositions to file, client emails to flag. By ten-thirty sharp, Mr. Hargrove poked his head over the partition, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed.

'Daisy, good to see you. That brief for the Peterson case, can you pull the amendments from last week?' he asked, his tone brisk but not unkind.

'On it, sir. Give me five minutes,' she replied, already typing.

The work flowed steadily after that, copying documents, scheduling meetings, answering queries from the associates. She felt better, truly: the shower had worked wonders, her makeup held up, and the skirt's fit boosted her confidence. No one seemed to notice anything amiss; she blended right in, heels clicking softly as she ferried files between offices.

But as noon approached, the lunch chatter started, colleagues heading to the deli downstairs, inviting her along. 'Daisy, you coming? That turkey club you like is back on the menu,' said Lisa from accounting, popping by with a hopeful smile.

Daisy shook her head, managing a light laugh. 'Tempting, but I'm good. Stomach's a bit off today, think I'll stick to water.' She held up her bottle, already half-empty from sips throughout the morning.

Lisa raised an eyebrow. 'You sure? Flu going around?'

'Nah, just a rough breakfast. I'll be fine. Enjoy!' Daisy waved her off, turning back to her screen. The office emptied a bit, the break room lively with talk of weekend plans, but she stayed put, staring at the glowing monitor. She took another swig, the cool liquid settling her like an anchor. The afternoon stretched ahead, files piling up, but the shaken feeling lingered, a quiet undercurrent that made her grateful for the decision. No repeats, not here, not on her longest day.

The rest of Daisy's Wednesday dragged on like a bad dream she couldn't wake from. By mid-afternoon, the nausea crept back in waves, subtle at first, a queasy roll in her gut when she bent to file a stack of papers. She powered through, sipping water steadily, but by four o'clock, her hands trembled as she typed up meeting notes. No one noticed; everyone was buried in their own deadlines. When the clock hit five-thirty, she bolted, muttering a quick 'Night!' to Marlene on her way out. The drive home was a blur, her stomach protesting every pothole.

Sarah was back by then, lounging on the couch with takeout Thai. 'Hey, you look wrecked. Rough day?' Sarah asked, pausing her show.

Daisy dropped her bag by the living room door, kicking off her heels. 'You have no idea. Had to bail on my lecture to puke my guts out after bad yogurt. Then worked the whole shift on water.' She collapsed beside Sarah, accepting a ginger ale from the coffee table.

Sarah's eyes widened. 'Whoa, that's brutal. Flu? Or food poisoning?' She nudged Daisy's shoulder. 'Want some pad see ew? It's mild.'

Daisy shook her head, the smell already turning her green. 'Pass.'

They chatted lightly about Sarah's day at work but Daisy zoned out, her mind on the churning inside. Bed called early, and she curled up with a hot water bottle, willing the discomfort away.

Thursday dawned no better. Daisy woke to a dry mouth and a pounding headache, her alarm blaring like an accusation. She dragged herself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The mirror showed dark circles and pallor. Breakfast was toast, plain, but even that sat heavy. By the time she reached campus for her nine-a.m. lecture, sweat beaded on her forehead despite the chill. Midway through constitutional law, as the professor dissected privacy rights, a sharp cramp hit. Daisy's pen froze mid-note.

'For fucksake,' she breathed, clenching her jaw. She bolted again, this time to the nearest trash bin outside, retching miserably while students streamed past, averting eyes. Texting her professor a vague 'family emergency,' she headed to the law firm early, hoping work would distract her. Marlene greeted her with coffee, 'Black, right?', but the aroma made Daisy's stomach flip.

'Thanks,' she managed, forcing a smile as she had no intention of drinking it but not wanting to be rude. The morning blurred: sorting mail, transcribing calls. But lunch? No chance. When Lisa swung by again, 'Subway run?' Daisy waved her off, with a forced smile. 'I’m good'

By two p.m., another wave hit during a client intake. She excused herself to the office bathroom, kneeling over the toilet as bile burned her throat. She gasped between heaves, tears blurring her vision. Emerging shaky, she texted her boss: Feeling under the weather, might head out early. His reply was swift: Take care, rest up. She did, driving home with windows down for fresh air.

Sarah found her napping on the couch, still in her work clothes and sweating. 'You okay? You look like shit.'

'I think I have the flu. Called it quits early,' Daisy croaked, accepting tea Sarah brewed. 'Puked again at work'

Sarah sat beside her, concern etching her face. 'You sure? You gonna be good for your lunch date on Saturday?'

Daisy groaned, sinking deeper into the cushions. 'I have to be. Mum's idea. With perfect Poppy and her baby bump. Yeah, flu or not, I'll rally.'

They spent the evening binge-watching rom-coms, Daisy nibbling saltines while Sarah filled her in on Tom's latest fuck up. Sleep came fitfully, interrupted by midnight nausea that sent her stumbling to the bathroom.

Friday was a repeat offender. Daisy didn’t even make it out of the house before she was hugging the toilet in her ensuite. She could afford to skip on lecture and with her office shift looming, the decision crystallized. Calling in sick felt like defeat, but puking in the break room? Worse. She dialled Marlene from the parking lot. 'Hey, it's Daisy. I’m not gonna be in today if you can let Mr Hargrove know for me, this flu is kicking my ass.'

Marlene's voice was sympathetic. 'Poor thing. I’ll let him know Rest, okay? See you Monday.' Relief washed over her, mingled with guilt. 

She tucked herself back into bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. The thought of dragging herself to campus, then to the office for that long shift starting at 10:30, had been unbearable. Her stomach churned just imagining it, the nausea a constant, low hum that made every movement feel risky. Now, with the day stretching empty ahead, she sank deeper into the pillows, the guilt nagging at her for bailing but the exhaustion winning out.

Friday blurred into a haze of half-sleep and discomfort. Daisy didn't leave her bed at all, no quick runs to the kitchen for snacks, no peeking out to chat with Sarah. She stayed curled up, the room dim with curtains drawn, her phone on do-not-disturb except for emergencies. Daisy's mind wandered in restless loops, replays of the week's vomiting episodes, the lingering ache in her muscles, and unwelcome flashes of Cassian that made her cheeks flush even in her misery. She dozed fitfully, waking to sip water from the bottle on her nightstand, only to drift off again. By late afternoon, hunger gnawed at her, but the idea of food turned her stomach. She lay there, staring at the ceiling fan's lazy spin, feeling sorry for herself in a way that bordered on self-pity.

As evening deepened, the scent of takeout wafted under her door, Chinese, maybe, from the spicy tang. Sarah knocked lightly around seven. 'Daisy? You alive in there?'

Daisy cleared her throat, voice muffled through the wood. 'Barely. What's up?'

The door cracked open, Sarah peering in with a worried frown, a plate in hand. 'Brought you some rice. Plain, no sauce. Figured you might need something light.'

Daisy pushed herself up on her elbows, hair a tangled mess around her face from her say lounging in bed but managed a weak smile. 'Thanks. You're a saint.’

Sarah stepped inside, setting the plate on the nightstand. Tom hovered in the hallway behind her, giving a small wave. 'Hey, Dais. Feeling any better? You wanna come down for movie night?.'

'No, no, thank you though, you guys enjoy it,' Daisy insisted, waving them off gently. 'I'll just... veg here. TV's my date tonight.'

Sarah hesitated, sitting on the bed's edge. 'You sure? You've been holed up all day'

Daisy nodded, pulling the covers higher. 'Yeah I’m good, don’t wanna pass whatever this is on to you guys.'

Tom chuckled softly from the door. 'Smart call. Rest up. We'll keep the volume low, no explosions or screams to wake you.'

'Appreciate it,' Daisy said, her tone lighter despite the fatigue. 'Have fun. Don't eat all the fortune cookies without me.'

Sarah squeezed her hand. 'Deal. Text if you need anything, okay? Water, meds, a shoulder to whine on.'

'I will. Night, guys.'

They slipped out, the door clicking shut. Daisy exhaled, the room settling into quiet. She flicked on the TV, settling on a mindless sitcom rerun, canned laughter filling the space, a distraction from the emptiness in her gut. The characters bantered about nothing, their energy a stark contrast to her lethargy. She picked at the rice after a while, managing a few bites before setting it aside, the simple carbs settling uneasily.

Curled up in her clean pyjamas, soft flannel pants and a worn oversized tee, she let the show's glow wash over her. The living room erupted in occasional laughter, Sarah's bright peals mixing with Tom's deeper ones, the movie's dialogue murmuring through the walls. It was a comforting backdrop, reminding her she wasn't entirely alone in her misery. But the bone-deep exhaustion pulled harder, her eyelids drooping as the clock ticked past nine.

A ping jolted her half-awake, her phone on the nightstand.

Margo: Hey Doll, how you feeling today? Any better? Do you need anything bringing round?

Daisy smiled faintly, thumbs sluggish as she typed. 

Daisy: I'm good! Thank you though, just gonna have an early night and try sleep it off. 

She hit send, the screen dimming as she placed it face-down. The TV droned on, but her body surrendered before the episode ended, sleep crashing over her like a wave, deep, restorative, chasing away the week's toll not just on her stomach, but in that profound weariness etched into her very frame.

She woke to sunlight slanting through the curtains, disoriented for a moment, the sheets warm and twisted around her. A gentle knock sounded, Sarah's voice soft. 'Daisy? You awake?'

Daisy stirred, sitting up with a stretch that popped her shoulders. Her body felt... heavier, but the nausea was muted, a dull whisper instead of a roar. 'Yeah,' she called, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

The door eased open, Sarah poking her head in, fresh-faced with her hair in a loose bun, a steaming mug in hand that smelled of herbal tea. 'Hey, it's almost 10:30. Just wanted to see how you were feeling. You gonna go meet your mum for lunch or no?'

Daisy grabbed her phone, 10:28 a.m. She'd conked out around 8:30 the night before; eleven hours of solid sleep. No wonder the fog was lifting. 'Shit... yeah, I need to get ready.' She swung her legs over the side, toes hitting the cool floor as she yawned widely. 'Slept like the dead.'

Sarah stepped fully inside, handing over the mug. 'Chamomile, figured it'd be gentle. How're you feeling? Stomach settled?'

Daisy took a sip, the warmth soothing as she stood, stretching her arms overhead with another yawn. Her pyjamas hung loose, the fabric brushing her skin. 'I feel okay actually. Not as... iffy. Probably just needed to sleep it off.'

She glanced at Sarah, catching a flicker in her eyes, something assessing, like she was weighing words, but it passed quickly. Sarah nodded, leaning against the dresser. 'Good. You do look better.' She paused, then brightened. 'Well, after lunch, Margo and Lois are gonna come round if that's okay? Girls' night, wine, pizza, the tragicness of our lives? Tom's thinking of joining for pizza but bailing before the deep talks.'

Daisy chuckled, the sound surprising her with its ease as she set the mug down and rummaged for fresh clothes. 'Yeah, that sounds fun. I could use some food that isn't rice or dry toast. I'm gonna jump in the shower before I get lynched by Poppy, don't want to show up looking like I crawled out of a grave.'

Sarah grinned, heading for the door. 'Wise choice. Try not to kill her.'

'I’m making no promises. Thanks for the tea.' Daisy watched her go, the door latching softly. Alone, she exhaled, padding to the mirror. Colour touched her cheeks, the exhaustion not gone but manageable.

Daisy lingered in the steam-filled bathroom for a good twenty minutes, the hot water cascading over her skin like a gentle exorcism, washing away the remnants of her weeks’ worth of misery. The nausea that had gripped her so tightly felt distant now, a fading echo rather than the sharp stab it had been. She lathered her body with her favourite lavender-scented soap, the suds sliding down her arms and legs, carrying with them the invisible weight of fatigue. Her muscles, still a touch sore from days of curling up in bed, loosened under the spray, and she tilted her head back, letting the water soak her hair until it hung in heavy, dark strands.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn't have to fight the urge to bolt for the toilet; her stomach stayed steady, a quiet ally in her bid for normalcy. Her reflection in the fogged mirror as she stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. She padded back into her bedroom, the cool air raising faint goosebumps on her damp skin. The room smelled faintly of the chamomile tea Sarah had brought, a comforting note amid the clutter of washing, outfits she had changed multiple times over the last few days, feeling disgusting after emptying her stomach and needing something fresh to make herself feel better.

Daisy dropped the towel and stood before her closet, scanning her options with a critical eye. She wanted to look put-together, not too flashy, but enough to piss Poppy off who hadn’t shut up about Daisy being ‘too skinny’ since she hasn’t been able to fit into her normal clothes. Her gaze landed on the outfit she'd mentally reserved for days like this: a light, breezy white belly top blouse with subtle ruffle details along the neckline, paired with high-waisted washed-jeans, paired with strappy sandals that added a touch of effortless elegance. It was casual yet polished, perfect for a coastal town's sunny vibe, evoking that relaxed seaside charm without trying too hard.

Slipping into the jeans first, she zipped them up, the denim hugging her hips comfortably, a far cry from the loose pyjamas she'd lived in. The blouse followed, its soft cotton fabric draping nicely over her frame as she buttoned it halfway, leaving the top open for a hint of sun-kissed skin, along with her toned stomach, her navel piercing glinting in the morning light. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror propped against the wall, turning side to side. The outfit flattered her figure, the jeans showing off her hips that had been hidden away all week, and the blouse's sleeves rolled up to her elbows gave it a laid-back feel.

'Not bad,' she murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips. The mirror reflected a woman who looked rested, almost vibrant, cheeks with a natural flush, eyes clearer than they'd been in days. Whatever bug had knocked her flat seemed to be retreating, leaving her convinced the worst was behind her.

Next came her hair. Daisy sat at her vanity, brushing out the tangles from her shower until the strands fell in soft waves down her back. She parted it slightly off-centre, using a curling wand to add loose, beachy curls that framed her face without much effort. A quick spritz of sea-salt spray gave it that tousled, wind-swept look, as if she'd just strolled in from the shore. Makeup was minimal, a swipe of mascara to define her lashes, a touch of tinted balm on her lips for subtle colour, and a light dusting of bronzer to even out her pallor. She studied the final result, nodding approvingly.

The finishing touch was perfume, a light mist of her go-to floral-citrus blend, spritzed at her wrists, neck, and behind her ears. The scent bloomed around her, fresh and invigorating, chasing away any lingering traces of illness. It made her feel alive, ready to face the world beyond her bedroom walls. Daisy grabbed her crossbody bag from the hook by the door, slipping her phone, wallet, and keys inside. A quick check of the time, 11:35 a.m., confirmed she had just enough buffer for the short drive. Her stomach gave a tentative rumble, not demanding but reminding her she hadn't eaten much beyond that rice last night. Water would have to do for now; no risks before facing her family.

She paused at the front door, slipping on her sunglasses and calling out a goodbye to Sarah, who was clattering around in the kitchen. 'Heading out! Wish me luck with the inquisition.'

Sarah's head popped around the corner, a dish towel slung over her shoulder. 'You've got this, babe. Text me if Poppy starts her pregnancy monologue early, I’ll call and say I’ve set the place on fire or something.'

Daisy laughed, the sound light and genuine as she stepped onto the porch. The sun warmed her skin immediately, the coastal breeze carrying hints of salt and distant waves. Her car waited patiently. She unlocked it with a beep, sliding into the driver's seat and tossing her bag onto the passenger side. The engine hummed to life, air conditioning blasting cool relief against the building heat. As she backed out, her mind drifted to the lunch ahead. Her mum meant well with these outings, always picking that quaint family-run cafe with its mismatched chairs and chalkboard menus, a place that felt like a hug in culinary form. It was her go-to spot for these forced sisterly bonding sessions, a weak but persistent attempt to bridge the gap between Daisy's free-spirited chaos and Poppy's meticulously ordered life. Daisy gripped the wheel a bit tighter, navigating the familiar streets lined with palm trees and boutique shops. The drive was blissfully short, just five minutes of weaving through light traffic, the radio playing a upbeat indie track that matched her improving mood.

At 11:40, she pulled into the small parking lot adjacent to the cafe, spotting a few other cars but no sign of her family's. The lot was tucked off the main street, forcing a short walk to the entrance. Daisy killed the engine, took a steadying breath, and stepped out, locking the doors behind her. The pavement was warm under her sandals as she started down the sidewalk, the urban coastal energy buzzing around her, seagulls calling overhead, the faint crash of waves from the nearby beach, and the chatter of pedestrians enjoying the midday sun.

The cafe came into view at the end of the block, its facade charmingly weathered with potted herbs lining the windows and a hand-painted sign swinging gently in the breeze. It was 11:45 now, and Daisy knew without a doubt that her mum and Poppy would already be settled inside, perhaps with menus in hand, Poppy no doubt launching into tales of her latest ultrasound or nursery plans.

She slowed her pace as she approached, adjusting her bag's strap and smoothing a hand over her curls. The glass door loomed ahead, framed by strings of fairy lights that twinkled even in daylight. Through the window, she could make out blurred shapes, patrons at tables, the barista moving behind the counter, but she didn't peer too closely yet. Her heart picked up a notch, a mix of anticipation and that familiar tension knotting in her chest. Poppy's judgments, her mum's hopeful mediating... it was all part of the ritual. But today, with the sun on her face and her body finally cooperating, Daisy felt armoured against it. She took one more deep breath, the perfume mingling with the cafe's drifting aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods and lifted her hand toward the door handle.

She pushed open the glass door of the cafe, a soft chime tinkling above her as she stepped inside. The interior was a cozy haven of mismatched wooden tables and chairs, sunlight filtering through large windows that overlooked the bustling street. The air was thick with the comforting scents of freshly brewed coffee, buttery pastries, and sizzling bacon from the open kitchen at the back. Patrons chatted animatedly, a mix of locals in weekend casuals and tourists with maps in hand, creating a lively hum that wrapped around her like a familiar blanket. It was busier than she'd expected for just before noon, with waitstaff weaving between tables carrying trays laden with colourful salads and steaming mugs.

Her eyes scanned the room instinctively, landing almost immediately on the corner booth where her family sat. Elaine, her mum, was already waving enthusiastically, her face lighting up with that warm, unconditional smile that always made Daisy's chest loosen a fraction. Beside her, Poppy perched primly, her swollen belly evident under a modest empire-waist dress, one hand resting protectively on it as she glanced up from her phone. The booth was tucked away, partially shielded by a potted Ficus, but still within earshot of the nearest tables, a family with young kids and an older couple sharing a newspaper.

'Daisy! Over here, love!' Elaine called out, her voice carrying just enough to cut through the din without shouting. She half-stood from her seat, smoothing her floral blouse as she did, her silver-streaked hair catching the light.

Daisy wove her way through the crowd, sidestepping a waiter balancing a tray of lattes and dodging a toddler who darted out from under a table. Her sandals clicked softly on the tiled floor, and she felt a few glances her way, curious, appraising, but she kept her chin up, that post-illness confidence still buzzing under her skin. As she reached the booth, Elaine pulled her into a quick, firm hug, the familiar scent of her mum's rosewater perfume enveloping her.

'Hiya, love,' Elaine murmured, squeezing Daisy's shoulders before releasing her. 'You look so much better, I've been worried sick with all those texts about you being under the weather.'

Daisy smiled, the expression genuine as she returned the hug, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease at the contact. 'Hi, Mum. Yeah, I'm on the mend. Just needed a good sleep, I think.' She pulled back, glancing at Poppy with a neutral nod before turning to her chair. The wooden seat scraped lightly against the floor as she drew it out, settling in with a practiced grace.

Poppy didn't waste a second. Her eyes, sharp and judgmental as ever, raked up and down Daisy's outfit, the tight blouse with its open collar revealing a sliver of collarbone and a good chunk of her waist, the denim that rode low on her hips, exposing skin still slightly pale from a week indoors and no top up of tan. She set her phone down with a deliberate clack, her lips pursing in that signature disapproval. 'Jesus, Daisy, you could've put some clothes on! You're not in the club, you know. This is a family lunch, not a night out on the town.'

Daisy rolled her eyes, the motion exaggerated as she hooked her crossbody bag over the back of her chair, the strap dangling loosely. She could already feel the familiar irritation bubbling up, but she tamped it down, refusing to let Poppy set the tone right out of the gate.

'Shut up, Poppy,' she said flatly, her voice laced with exasperation as she reached for one of the laminated menus stacked in the centre of the table. The plastic was cool under her fingers, and she flipped it open, scanning the options, avocado toast, quiches, a simple grilled chicken salad that wouldn't risk her fragile stomach.

Elaine sighed, a long, weary sound that spoke volumes of years mediating these spats. She settled back into her seat, picking up her own menu but not opening it, her eyes darting between her daughters. 'Girls, don't start. We've barely sat down. Can't we have one lunch without the bickering?'

Poppy ignored the plea, leaning forward slightly, her chair creaking under the shift. Her voice dropped to that condescending tone she reserved for 'helping' Daisy see the light. 'It's no wonder you're still single when you're dressing like that, Daisy. Men want someone who dresses respectfully, not someone who looks like a floozy parading around. I mean, honestly, you can instantly tell you’ve got no bra on!.'

Daisy huffed a short laugh, the sound sharp and dismissive as she kept her gaze fixed on the menu, pretending to deliberate between the feta salad and the veggie wrap. She shook her head slowly, letting the curls brush her shoulders, knowing full well that ignoring Poppy would only fan the flames. It was a petty tactic but satisfying, one that always made her sister bristle even more.

'Poppy, leave her alone,' Elaine interjected, her tone firm but gentle, the peacemaker in full effect. She reached over to pat Daisy's hand briefly, a silent show of solidarity. 'She looks fine.'

Poppy's cheeks flushed a touch, her hand gesturing vaguely toward Daisy as if to emphasize her point. 'I'm just saying, Mum, she's never gonna have a serious relationship if she's putting her body on display like a piece of meat! John always says my class is what drew him to me, how I carried myself with dignity, even from the start. It's about respect, about showing you're wife material, not some hookup.'

Daisy didn't look up from the menu, her fingers tracing the edge of the page as she absorbed the barb. The words stung in that old, familiar way, but she masked it with another soft chuckle, her voice steady and laced with sarcasm. 'Yeah, had nothing to do with the fact you sucked him off in an alleyway the night you met him.'

Elaine's eyes widened, and she hissed sharply, 'Daisy!' Her head whipped around, scanning the nearby tables to ensure no one had overheard the crude remark. The family with the kids was absorbed in their crayons, and the older couple seemed lost in their conversation, but Elaine's cheeks pinked with embarrassment all the same. 'That's enough. Watch your mouth, we're in public.'

Poppy's face twisted in indignation, her hand flying to her chest as if Daisy's words had physically struck her. She leaned forward, her voice rising in pitch, sharp enough to draw a sidelong glance from the older couple at the next table. 'That didn't happen! You're making that up to embarrass me, Daisy. I would never-'

Daisy just smiled at her, slow and knowing, the corners of her mouth curling up in that way that always got under Poppy's skin. She set the menu down for a moment, meeting her sister's eyes directly. 'Yes, it did. You told me all about it yourself, remember? That night after the pub crawl, when you were tipsy and going on about how John was 'the one' from the get-go. Alleyway blowjob and everything.'

Elaine exhaled hard, a frustrated puff of air that made her bangs flutter slightly. She pressed her fingers to her temples, her voice dropping to that no-nonsense tone she used when the girls were kids fighting over toys. 'Enough! Both of you! I just want a nice lunch with my girls, is that too much to ask? Can't we talk about something pleasant for once, without dredging up ancient history or airing dirty laundry in public?'

Daisy felt a twinge of guilt at her mum's plea, the exhaustion in her voice hitting home after the rough week she'd had. She glanced down at the menu again, her fingers smoothing the edge absently.

'Sorry, Mum,' she said softly, her tone sincere as she refocused on the options, though her appetite was already waning under the tension.

Poppy opened her mouth almost immediately, her sulk deepening into a scowl as she jabbed a finger toward Daisy. 'You're still such a child, Daisy, always twisting things to-'

'Poppy!' Elaine cut her off with a sharp snap, her eyes narrowing in warning. The word echoed a bit louder than intended, and she lowered her voice, but the authority was unmistakable. 'I won't tell you again. Drop it, now.'

Daisy couldn't help the little smirk that graced her face, a quick flash of satisfaction as she watched Poppy's mouth clamp shut, her cheeks burning red. It was rare these days to see her sister reined in like that, Poppy, who strutted around like she was untouchable now, 24, married to her accountant hubby and glowing with that pregnancy smugness. She acted as if the baby bump gave her immunity to scoldings, like she was the adult in the room while Daisy was still the reckless kid sister. But there it was, Mum putting her in her place, and Daisy savoured the moment without saying a word, picking up the menu once more to hide her amusement.

Elaine cleared her throat, forcing a brighter tone as she steered the conversation away from the minefield. She turned to Daisy, her expression softening with genuine interest. 'So, love, how are your classes going? You mentioned that constitutional law module last time, still giving you grief, or are you getting the hang of it?'

Daisy blinked, grateful for the shift, and set the menu aside to engage properly. Poppy crossed her arms over her chest, sinking back into the booth with a huff, her sulk evident in the way she stared at the saltshaker like it had offended her. For once, the silence from her sister was a blessing.

'Yeah, it's picking up,' Daisy replied, warming to the topic. 'The professor’s a bit of a dragon, keeps us buried in case studies, but I think I've got the precedent stuff down now. Submitted that paper on the Human Rights Act last week, and she actually gave me feedback instead of just marking it red.'

Elaine nodded encouragingly, her eyes lighting up. 'That's brilliant, Daisy. I'm so proud of you. Your dad was saying the other day how impressed he is with how you're juggling it all with that job at the firm. Any interesting cases popping up there?'

Daisy shrugged lightly, launching into a quick rundown of a recent filing she'd helped with, something mundane about contract disputes that she simplified for her mum, avoiding the jargon. Poppy stayed quiet, fiddling with her napkin and occasionally shooting Daisy glares, but Elaine kept the questions coming, drawing Daisy out with nods and 'oh, really?'s that made the booth feel a tad less hostile. It was almost normal, this pocket of conversation, and Daisy found herself relaxing into it, the earlier spat fading like morning fog.

Just then, the waitress approached, a cheerful young woman with a ponytail and a notepad, her apron dusted with flour from the kitchen. 'Afternoon, ladies. What can I get started for you today?'

Elaine rattled off her order first: the usual club sandwich with a side salad and a pot of English breakfast tea for the table. Poppy, still pouting but composing herself, opted for a decaf latte and the pregnant-woman-safe option of poached eggs on wholemeal toast, no butter. Daisy glanced at the menu one last time before deciding. 'I'll have a matcha latte, please, and the tuna mayo sandwich on white, light on the mayo, if that's okay.'

The waitress jotted it down with a smile. 'Coming right up. Won't be long.'

The drinks arrived quicker than expected, carried on a tray by the same waitress who set them down with practiced efficiency. The matcha latte steamed gently in front of Daisy, its frothy green surface dusted with cinnamon, the aroma earthy and inviting. Elaine poured tea for herself and Poppy, the clink of porcelain filling the brief lull as they settled back in.

Elaine picked up the thread of conversation seamlessly, her voice animated as she launched into a story to lighten the mood. 'You should've seen your dad last weekend, trying to set up that new barbecue. He was so determined to impress everyone at the neighbour’s cookout, went out and bought this fancy gas model with all the bells and whistles. But oh, the instructions? He ignored them, of course. Starts fiddling with the igniter, and next thing you know, there's this whoosh of flame shooting up higher than the fence! Singed his eyebrows right off, well, not all the way, but close enough that he looked like a surprised owl for the rest of the day.'

Daisy burst into giggles, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly, easing the last remnants of tension from her shoulders. She pictured it vividly, her dad, ever the DIY enthusiast, waving smoke away with that sheepish grin. 'Oh my God, Mum, seriously? Did he at least save the burgers, or was it all charcoal?'

Elaine chuckled, stirring her tea with a spoon. 'Barely. The neighbours were in stitches, passing him a beer to calm his nerves. He swore the barbecue's got a mind of its own now. We're calling it the Firebreather.'

Poppy even cracked a reluctant smile at that, her sulk thawing just a bit as she sipped her decaf. 'Sounds like Dad. Remember when he tried to fix the shed roof and nearly brought the whole thing down?'

The laughter flowed easier then, a shared warmth wrapping around the table. Daisy reached for her matcha, lifting the mug to her lips for a sip. The first taste hit her tongue, bitter and creamy, but instantly off, like the sweetness had curdled somehow. She swallowed anyway, setting the mug down carefully as that simmering feeling stirred in her stomach, familiar after the last week's ordeal, a low churn that twisted gently but didn't spike into full nausea. Not quite strong enough to make her start sweating, but enough to remind her she wasn't fully out of the woods yet.

Daisy forced herself to focus on her breathing, drawing in slow, measured inhales through her nose and exhaling steadily through her mouth, the technique she'd picked up from a mindfulness app during exam season. It was the only thing keeping her grounded as Poppy seized control of the conversation, her voice pitching up with that familiar mix of indignation and self-importance.

'You won't believe what happened with the nursery,' Poppy declared, her eyes widening for dramatic effect as she launched into the tale. 'John hired these contractors, supposedly the best in the area, according to his colleague, and they were meant to do the feature wall with that gorgeous floral wallpaper I picked out. It's this subtle sage green pattern, perfect for the crib area. But no, they botch it completely! The wallpaper's too close to the paint colour we chose for the adjoining wall. It's all blending together like some muddy mess. I had to call them back yesterday, and John's been on the phone all morning trying to sort it out. Can you imagine? Our baby's room looking like a half-finished DIY disaster!'

She paused for breath, glancing around the table as if expecting applause for her plight. Elaine nodded sympathetically, murmuring a soft 'That sounds frustrating, dear,' while Daisy bit her tongue hard. Normally, she'd fire off a snarky quip about how Poppy's oh-so-perfect husband couldn't be bothered to pick up a paint roller himself, too busy crunching numbers or whatever accountants did on weekends. But not today. Today, all her energy was funnelled into willing her stomach to stay put, that low simmer from the matcha threatening to bubble over if she so much as opened her mouth.

Desperate for a distraction, Daisy eyed her mug again, the green foam now slightly deflated. Maybe the first sip was a fluke, she thought, lifting it tentatively to her lips. The liquid touched her tongue, still that off, curdled bitterness, and it was instantly a mistake. Her stomach cramped sharply, a vise-like twist that made her grip the edge of the table under the cloth. Sweat beaded on her palms, slick and cold, and she set the mug down with a soft clink, wiping her hands discreetly on her jeans. The nausea wasn't the violent wave from earlier in the week, but it was building, insistent, like a tide creeping up the shore. Elaine, ever the attuned mother, noticed the shift immediately. Daisy's silence had stretched too long, her gaze fixed on the table's wooden grain as if it held the secrets to the universe.

'Daisy, you okay over there?' Elaine asked, her brow furrowing with concern as she reached across to touch Daisy's forearm lightly.

Daisy snapped her eyes up, blinking to refocus, and forced a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, hoping it looked casual. 'Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a second.' It was a half-truth, but it bought her a moment

The conversation meandered on, Poppy circling back to the nursery woes with more details about shade mismatches and contractor excuses, but Daisy tuned it out, her world narrowing to the rhythm of her breath. Not long after, the waitress returned with their mains, balancing plates with the ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times. The aroma hit Daisy like a wall, the rich, sulphurous scent of Poppy's poached eggs wafting up first, followed by the briny tang of her own tuna mayo sandwich. Her mouth flooded with saliva, thick and unwelcome, as her stomach rolled in protest. The very idea of lifting that sandwich to her lips made bile rise in her throat, a gag reflex she swallowed down with effort.

Elaine and Poppy dove in without hesitation. Elaine sliced into her club sandwich, the layers of turkey and bacon releasing a Savory steam. 'Mmm, this is lovely,' she said contentedly, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin.

Poppy, more delicately, speared a bit of egg white, avoiding the yolk for her pregnancy precautions. 'Finally, something that doesn't smell like disappointment,' she quipped, though her tone was lighter now, the food softening her earlier sulk.

Daisy, meanwhile, pushed a cherry tomato around her plate, her appetite evaporated. She nibbled at the edge of a lettuce leaf, the crispness turning to mush in her mouth, and forced herself to chew slowly, methodically. But the heat was building under her skin, a flush creeping up her neck as her heart rate quickened. Not here, she thought, panic flickering at the edges of her mind. Not in front of Mum and Poppy, with everyone staring. She could already imagine the scene, bolting for the bathroom, retching while her sister made some cutting remark about responsibility.

She swallowed deeply, the motion pulling at the knot in her throat, and took another steadying breath, but it wasn't enough. Elaine glanced over again, her fork pausing midway to her mouth, eyes narrowing at Daisy's pallor. 'You sure you're alright, love? You're looking very peaky.’

Daisy met her mum's gaze, nodding a little too vigorously, though it made her head swim. 'Yeah, I just... don't think my stomach is as settled as I thought. Feeling a little queasy, that's all.' She tried to keep her voice light, but it came out thinner than intended, strained around the edges.

Poppy's reaction was immediate and theatrical, her eyes widening in horror as she snatched up her napkin and pressed it over her mouth and nose like a makeshift mask. 'Queasy? Daisy, why on earth did you come if there was a chance you were still sick?' she demanded, her words muffled but sharp, laced with that accusatory whine. 'You know how susceptible and vulnerable I am right now! With the baby and everything, I can't afford to catch whatever bug you've got dragging around.'

Elaine rolled her eyes skyward, a long-suffering sigh escaping her as she reached across the table and firmly ripped the napkin from Poppy's grasp. 'Poppy, stop being ridiculous,' she said, her tone brooking no argument as she folded the napkin neatly and set it aside. 'Daisy's not 'dragging around' anything. She's just got a bad stomach.'

Poppy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, but subsided with a mutter about 'just being careful.' Daisy, though, was beyond the banter now. Sweat had broken out properly across her forehead and under her arms, a clammy sheen that made her shirt cling uncomfortably. She swallowed heavily again, the gag urge building like pressure in a sealed bottle, her throat working convulsively. The cafe's chatter and clatter of cutlery felt distant, muffled, as if underwater.

'No, it's... it's probably a good idea I go,' she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as she pushed back her chair, the legs scraping softly against the floor. She fumbled for her bag off the back of her chair, avoiding eye contact. 'I'm not feeling great. Are you okay to cover my share, Mum? I'll send you the money when I get home, promise.'

Elaine was on her feet in an instant, concern etching deep lines around her mouth as she laid a hand on Daisy's shoulder. 'Don't worry about the money, love. Are you gonna be okay getting home? Do you need me to drive you?'

Daisy managed a nod, the motion jerky, and leaned in for a quick hug, her mum's familiar perfume, something floral, offering a fleeting comfort amid the nausea. 'I'll be fine, really. Just need to lie down. Thanks, Mum.'

She pulled away gently, not trusting herself to linger, and turned toward the exit, walking briskly through the scattered tables. The door chimed as she pushed it open, and she stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, hoping the breeze would cut through the queasiness. But it did little to ease the impending doom settling heavy in her gut, the certainty that she was moments from being sick.

Daisy stumbled out of the cafe, the door swinging shut behind her with a muffled chime that seemed to echo in her ears. The fresh air hit her like a slap, cool and laced with the faint scent of rain-dampened pavement, but it did nothing to quell the roiling in her gut. She pressed a hand to her mouth, swallowing hard against the sour taste creeping up her throat, and hurried toward her car parked a few spots down the street. Her legs felt unsteady, like they might buckle if she didn't focus every step, and the short walk to the vehicle stretched into an eternity. Just get home, she told herself, fumbling for her keys in her bag with one hand while clutching her stomach with the other. Don't lose it here. Not on the sidewalk.

She yanked the driver's door open and slid into the seat, slamming it shut with more force than necessary. The engine turned over with a reluctant growl, and she gripped the wheel tightly, her knuckles whitening as she pulled out onto the quiet side street. The drive was only five minutes, two turns and a straight shot past the row of suburban houses, but it felt like a gauntlet. Every bump in the road sent a jolt through her, her stomach clenching in protest.

She kept her eyes fixed ahead, breathing shallowly through her nose, but the nausea built relentlessly, a hot wave that made her vision blur at the edges. Come on, hold it together, she thought, glancing at the dashboard clock. The metallic tang of bile lingered on her tongue, and she cracked the window for a blast of air, willing herself not to spew over the steering wheel. One hand hovered near her mouth, ready to catch any betrayal, while the other steered with white-knuckled determination.

Miraculously, she made it to her street without incident, the familiar sight of her house's front porch coming into view like a beacon. But as she approached the driveway, the thought of manoeuvring into the tight space, backing up, aligning just right, felt impossible. Her focus was shot, patience evaporated in the face of the churning doom in her belly. Instead, she eased the car to a stop against the curb, the tires crunching lightly on the gravel edge. She killed the engine and sat there for a beat, forehead pressed against the cool leather of the wheel, drawing in ragged breaths. Okay, out. Now. She hauled her ass out of the seat, slamming the door behind her with a thud that reverberated through her skull.

The walk up the drive was a blur of urgency, her sandals slapping against the concrete path, bag bouncing against her hip as she dug frantically for her keys. They jangled in her trembling fingers, and she nearly dropped them twice before jamming the right one into the front door lock. The tumblers clicked open just as the first real gag hit her, a violent convulsion that made her double over on the doorstep. Saliva pooled thickly in her mouth, and she knew she was losing the battle, no time for dignity, no chance to make it upstairs to the bathroom. She shoved the door wide and bolted inside, the familiar creak of the hinges barely registering as she rushed through the hallway.

The living room opened up to her right, cozy and sunlit from the afternoon glow filtering through the curtains. Sarah was sprawled on the couch, legs tucked under her, scrolling idly on her phone with a half-eaten apple in her lap. She looked up at the sound of Daisy's frantic entrance, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

‘Hey, that was quick…wow, are you okay?’ Sarah asked, sitting up straighter, her phone forgotten as she took in Daisy's ashen face and the way she was clutching her midsection. There was genuine worry in her voice, laced with that casual concern only a best friend could pull off without sounding overbearing.

Daisy didn't answer, couldn't, not with the gag reflex clamping down like a vice. She waved a vague hand in Sarah's direction and veered sharply through the open archway into the kitchen. The cool tile floor under her feet was a small mercy, but the nausea crested fully now, her throat burning as she gagged audibly, a wet, retching sound that echoed off the cabinets. She lunged for the sink, empty, thank god, no dirty dishes from breakfast to complicate things, and braced her hands on the edge, elbows locking as her body heaved.

The first wave came hard and fast, her stomach contracting in a painful spasm that forced up the meagre contents of her lunch, mostly the matcha and that nibbled salad, bitter and acidic. It splattered into the stainless-steel basin with a sickly splash, and Daisy groaned through the effort, her eyes watering as she retched again. The smell hit her immediately, sharp and unforgiving, but she couldn't stop, her body purging the queasiness in relentless surges.

Sarah was behind her almost immediately, her footsteps quick and light on the tile. ‘Oh shit, Daisy. Okay, I've got you,; she said, her voice steady despite the alarm threading through it.

She gathered Daisy's hair in one swift motion, long strands that had escaped her earlier styling, now damp with sweat, and pulled it back gently but firmly, twisting it into a loose ponytail at the nape of Daisy's neck. Her other hand rubbed soothing circles on Daisy's back, just between her shoulder blades, the pressure light but reassuring. ‘Just let it out. You're okay, I've got your hair, no one's getting messy here.’

Daisy managed a choked whimper between heaves, her knees buckling slightly as another round hit, this one drier but no less exhausting. She gripped the sink's edge tighter, nails digging into the metal, her arms trembling from the strain.

‘S-Sarah... fuck,’ she gasped out when she could, her voice hoarse and broken, spit trailing from her lips as she spat into the sink to clear her mouth. Tears streamed down her cheeks now, not from emotion but the sheer physical toll, and she wiped at them clumsily with the back of her wrist. ‘Lunch... thought I could... hold it...’

‘Shh, don't talk if it's making it worse,’ Sarah murmured, her tone calm and practical, the kind honed from too many late-night study sessions turned hangover recoveries.

She kept Daisy's hair secured with one hand while reaching past her with the other to twist the faucet on, running cool water to rinse away the mess as it came. The stream diluted the evidence, swirling it down the drain with a gurgling sound that was almost meditative. ‘There we go, that's it. Rinse your mouth if you can, small sips, okay?.’

Daisy nodded weakly, leaning her forehead against the cool edge of the sink for a moment as the immediate wave subsided into uneasy hiccups. She turned the water to cup some in her hands, swishing and spitting, the clean taste a brief relief against the lingering acidity. ‘Fuck... felt okay this morning, but then... the eggs, the smell... everything just flipped.’ She straightened a fraction, still supported by Sarah's steady presence, and let out a shaky breath. ‘Sorry, I didn't mean to... barge in like this.’

Sarah chuckled softly, though there was no mockery in it, just that easy affection that made their friendship work. She released Daisy's hair once it seemed safe, but stayed close, grabbing a clean dish towel from the counter and dampening it under the tap.

‘This is your house too, dummy. And hey, better the sink than the car, right? Here, wipe your face.’ She pressed the cool cloth gently to Daisy's forehead, dabbing away the sweat, her movements efficient but tender. ‘You want me to grab you some ginger ale or crackers?’

Daisy took the towel, pressing it to her own face with a grateful sigh, the chill seeping into her flushed skin. Another small gag threatened, but she swallowed it down, her stomach finally starting to settle into a dull ache. ‘Ginger ale sounds... yeah, that'd be good. Thanks, Sar. I swear, if this is the flu hanging on, I'm done. Can't keep... puking my guts out like this.’ She glanced back at Sarah, managing a weak, lopsided smile despite the pallor. ‘Sorry for the ick factor. You're a saint.’

Sarah waved it off, already moving to the fridge to pull out a can of ginger ale, cracking it open with a hiss. ‘Saint? Nah, I’ve seen worse after girls' night tequila.’ She leaned against the counter nearby, close enough to steady Daisy if needed, her eyes scanning her friend's face with that mix of worry and curiosity.

Daisy lingered at the sink for another moment, rinsing her mouth one last time under the steady stream of water, the cool liquid chasing away the last remnants of bitterness. Her stomach still churned with residual unease, but the immediate threat had passed, leaving her drained and shaky. She turned off the faucet with a trembling hand and wiped her mouth on the edge of the dish towel. The kitchen felt too bright now, the afternoon sun slanting through the window over the sink and casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Slowly, she pushed away from the counter, her legs wobbling like a newborn foal's as she shuffled the few steps to the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the living room.

She pulled out one of the high-backed stools with a scrape that made her wince, and perched on it gingerly, as if any sudden movement might reignite the nausea. Her elbows hit the cool granite surface first, and she folded her arms, dropping her forehead onto them with a weak, muffled groan that escaped from deep in her chest. The position was a small comfort, cocooning her in the dimness of her own arms, blocking out the world for just a second.

'God, why me?' she thought, her mind foggy with exhaustion. The events of the lunch replayed in fragments, the awkward small talk, the overwhelming scents, the way her body had betrayed her so suddenly.

'I felt fine this morning, good even,' Daisy mumbled into her arms, her voice muffled and hoarse from the retching. She lifted her head just enough to glance at Sarah, who was still leaning against the counter nearby, her expression shifting from casual concern to something more probing. 'But the matcha I ordered tasted funny, like it was off or something, and then the smell of Poppy's eggs just killed me. I mean, eggs? I love eggs. Or at least I did until today.'

She let out another groan, rubbing her temple with one hand, her fingers pressing into the skin as if she could massage away the lingering ache. Sarah didn't respond right away. Instead, she fixed Daisy with that quiet, assessing look, the one she always got when she was piecing together a puzzle no one else saw. Her eyes narrowed slightly, flicking over Daisy's pale face, the way she was slumped forward, the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to her forehead. It was the look of someone who'd known Daisy long enough to spot patterns, to connect dots that Daisy herself was too close to notice.

Sarah pushed off the counter slowly, grabbing the can of ginger ale from where she'd set it down earlier. The fridge had hummed softly in the background, a reminder of normalcy amid the chaos. She placed the can on the counter in front of Daisy with a soft clink, the condensation already beading on the aluminium surface.

'Here, sip this when you can,' Sarah said, her voice gentle but firm, like she was talking to a skittish animal. But then, without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen, her footsteps fading through the archway into the living room.

Daisy blinked, lifting her head fully now to watch her go, confusion knitting her brows. The sound of Sarah's sneakers on the hardwood floor carried her toward the stairs, a purposeful rhythm that echoed up the staircase, a quick thud-thud-thud, then silence as she ascended.

Daisy inhaled deeply, propping her chin on her folded arms. She stared at the empty doorway; the ginger ale can sweating untouched beside her. Her mind wandered hazily, maybe Sarah was grabbing her some meds from the upstairs bathroom, she knew she hoarded all different kind o things in her medicine cabinet. The house was quiet otherwise, the distant hum of traffic from the street the only intrusion. She reached for the can finally, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal, but before she could crack it open, she heard the footsteps again, descending now, faster than they'd gone up.

Sarah passed through the living room in a blur, her ponytail swinging with the momentum, and re-entered the kitchen without breaking stride. In her hand was a small, unassuming box, white with pastel accents, the kind that blended into medicine cabinets without drawing attention. She shoved it across the counter toward Daisy with a decisive push, the cardboard skidding slightly on the granite before stopping right in front of her. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and just looked at her, that assessing gaze back in full force, expectant and unyielding.

Daisy stared down at the box, her brain taking a sluggish second to process the label: a pregnancy test, the kind with the little digital readout that promised quick results. Her eyes widened, snapping back up to Sarah's face in disbelief, her mouth falling open.

'What? No, I'm not-' she stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush, her voice pitching higher with denial. She shook her head vigorously, as if the motion could shake off the absurdity. 'Sarah, what the hell? Where did you even-? No way. That's not... I'm not pregnant. That's crazy.'

Sarah didn't flinch, her expression softening just a fraction but holding that steady resolve. She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward, palms flat on the counter to mirror Daisy's posture. 'Daisy, you've been throwing up all week,' she said, her tone measured, like she was laying out evidence in a courtroom. 'Can't eat or drink things you usually love, the matcha today, remember how you raved about that place last month? And the smell alone of eggs set you off spewing today! Eggs, Daisy. You eat three-egg omelettes for breakfast every month. This isn't just some random bug hanging on.' She paused, letting the words sink in, her eyes searching Daisy's face for any crack in the denial. 'Come on, think about it, it's textbook.'

Daisy recoiled slightly on her stool, her hand shooting out to shove the box away, sending it sliding back toward Sarah a few inches. 'It's just a bug! The flu or something,' she argued, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of desperation.

She crossed her arms now, mimicking Sarah's earlier stance, her cheeks flushing despite the pallor. 'I've been wiped out, yeah, but that's what the flu does. Nausea, exhaustion. And Poppy's eggs? My stomach just clearly hadn’t settled properly. It's not... that.' She gestured vaguely at the box, refusing to say the word, her eyes darting away to the ginger ale can as if it held some escape.

Sarah sighed, a soft exhale that carried the weight of their years of friendship and reached out to push the box right back toward Daisy, her fingers lingering on the edge. 'Don't be so naive,' she said, her voice dropping to that no-nonsense tone she reserved for tough-love moments. 'Just do the test, okay? If you're not, then great, you rule that out, and you can go back to blaming the flu or whatever. But if you are... well, better to know now than let it blindside you later. It'll be quick, just go upstairs, lock the door, pee on a stick. What's the harm?' She tilted her head, her expression pleading now, the mother figure in their duo shining through. 'I'm not trying to freak you out, Dais. I just...this has been going on too long to ignore.'

Daisy huffed out a laugh, short and disbelieving, rolling her eyes softly at her friend as she leaned back on the stool, putting a bit more distance between herself and the offending box. 'Sarah, I don't need to do a pregnancy test, okay?' she said, injecting a note of finality into her words, though it wavered at the edges.

She picked up the ginger ale finally, popping the tab with a sharp hiss and taking a tentative sip, the fizzy sweetness bubbling on her tongue, a small distraction. She set the can down a little harder than intended, the liquid sloshing. 'This is ridiculous.’

Sarah wasn't buying it. She picked up the box again, holding it out like an offering, or a challenge, and pushed it firmly toward Daisy once more, her grip steady. 'When was your last period?' she asked point-blank, cutting through the deflection like a knife. 'Don't give me this I'm on the pill bullshit because I know you still get them, so when? Last week? Two weeks ago?'

Daisy held Sarah's gaze for a long moment, her fingers still loosely wrapped around the ginger ale can, the fizz inside settling into a faint bubble. The kitchen air felt thicker now, charged with the weight of Sarah's question hanging between them like an unspoken accusation. She opened her mouth to fire back, to rattle off the date of her last period with the precision of a lawyer citing case law, something to shut down this ridiculous theory once and for all.

'It was just last-' she started, but the words faltered as her mind began to track backward, sifting through the calendar of her life like flipping pages in a neglected planner.

At first, it was fuzzy, the days blending into a haze of lectures, late shifts at the firm, and that one wild night that had upended her routine. She thought back to the weekend before the bar, before Cassian, tall, broad-shouldered Cassian with his callused hands and that intense stare that had pulled her in like gravity. Yeah, there had been spotting then, light and unremarkable, the kind she dismissed as breakthrough from the pill.

But after that? Nothing. No cramps, no pads tucked in her bag just in case, no monthly annoyance that she usually cursed under her breath. Two months. At least. Her brow furrowed deeper, the realization creeping in like dawn light through the curtains, slow and inexorable.

Sarah watched it all unfold on Daisy's face, the initial defiance melting into confusion, then the subtle widening of her eyes, the way her lips parted in a silent 'oh.' It was like reading a book with the ending spoiled; Sarah could see the pieces clicking into place before Daisy even voiced them. She leaned in a fraction closer, her voice dropping to a gentle prod.

'Let me guess,' Sarah said, her tone laced with a mix of sympathy and that knowing edge she always had. 'It was before your romp in the sack with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome Army Guy?'

Daisy's heart plummeted into her stomach like a stone, a cold, heavy thud that made her breath hitch. Her mouth bobbed open, lips moving soundlessly at first, like a fish gasping on dry land, desperate for water that wasn't there. She blinked rapidly, her mind racing to cobble together some argument, anything to convince Sarah, to convince herself that this was all a false alarm.

'No, wait, it can’t-' she stammered, her voice cracking on the edges. 'I mean, it couldn't have been that long. Maybe I just... I don't know, stressed or something? Exams, the firm piling on cases, periods get weird with all that.' But even as the words spilled out, they rang hollow in her ears, flimsy excuses that crumbled under the weight of the truth staring her down.

She couldn't deny it anymore. It all added up in a rush of unwelcome clarity: the missed periods, at least twice now, buried under her chaotic schedule and too stubborn to notice. The way she couldn't hold anything down this week, her stomach revolting at the simplest things. The matcha that tasted like ash, the eggs that turned her inside out. And that night with Cassian... God, the details flooded back unbidden, the heat of his body pinning hers, the raw urgency, the way they'd skipped the condom in the haze of lust, too caught up to care. He'd finished inside her twice. No pulling out, no barriers, just reckless abandon. Her cheeks burned at the memory, not from embarrassment, but from the dawning horror of what it might mean.

'I can't be... I’m on the pill…' Daisy muttered weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, trailing off as she stared at the counter, the words dissolving into the granite. She pushed the ginger ale away now, her appetite for even that gone, replaced by a churning dread that had nothing to do with the flu.

Sarah let out a weak, sympathetic laugh, the sound soft and devoid of mockery, more like a shared exhale in the face of inevitability. She reached across the counter, her hand hovering near Daisy's arm but not quite touching, giving her space in the tension. 'And you forget to take it at least twice a month,' she said, her words gentle but pointed, cutting through the denial with the precision of a friend who knew her too well. 'I had to make you that chart to put on the fridge, the one with the little stars and reminders, and you still ignore it half the time! Come on, Dais, The pill's not foolproof if you're playing roulette with it.'

Daisy didn't respond right away, her eyes dropping to the box on the counter, the pregnancy test staring back at her like a judge's gavel. The pastel packaging suddenly seemed mocking, promising answers she wasn't sure she wanted. Her stomach twisted in a whole different way now, not the sharp, nauseating cramps of before, but a slow, roiling anxiety that spread from her gut to her chest, making her heart pound erratically.

What if she was? The thought looped in her mind, relentless and terrifying. What if the little stick showed two lines, or a plus sign, or whatever digital miracle it spat out? A baby? With Cassian? The guy she'd hooked up with once, who was probably halfway across the country by now, deployed or whatever soldiers did. She was nineteen, buried in law books and entry-level grunt work at the firm, how could she even...?

'Sarah,' Daisy finally whispered, her voice trembling as she lifted her gaze, eyes wide and pleading. 'This can't be happening. I mean, what if... no, it has to be negative. It just has to.' But the words lacked conviction, and she knew Sarah could hear it, the crack in her armour, the fear bubbling up.

Sarah nodded slowly, her expression softening further, the mother hen in her emerging full force. 'I know it's scary,' she said quietly, sliding the box a millimetre closer, not pushing, just there. 'Just rip the Band-Aid off, yeah? If it's nothing, we laugh about it later with the girls. If it's... something, then we figure it out.'

Daisy swallowed hard, her throat tight, and let her fingers inch toward the box, brushing the edge as if testing its reality. The kitchen clock ticked softly in the background, marking seconds that felt like hours, and for the first time that week, the nausea felt secondary to the storm brewing inside her head. What if she was pregnant? The question echoed, unanswered, as she sat frozen, the weight of possibility pressing down.

Sarah's eyes softened as she studied Daisy's face, the box clutched in her friend's trembling hands like a live grenade. The kitchen suddenly felt too exposed, too ordinary for the bomb about to drop. 'Hey,' Sarah said gently, her voice cutting through the haze of Daisy's spiraling thoughts. 'Do you want me there when you do it? Like, outside the door or something? Or I can wait here?'

Daisy blinked, her throat tight, but she managed a small nod, the motion jerky and uncertain. 'No... come with me, please.' Her words came out in a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the fridge, but Sarah heard them clear enough. She slid off the stool with a decisive nod.

The stairs creaked under their feet as they climbed, the familiar path to Daisy's room feeling alien now, like the house itself was holding its breath. Daisy's bedroom door swung open with a soft push, revealing the unmade bed from her restless night, the faint scent of her lavender sheets mingling with the lingering trace of her morning sickness. Sarah released her and perched on the edge of the mattress, knees together, hands folded in her lap like a patient therapist. She watched as Daisy hovered in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom, the box dangling from her fingers, her knuckles white. Daisy's legs felt rooted to the spot, her chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.

'I can't...' Daisy finally burst out, her voice cracking like thin ice. She backed up a step, shaking her head furiously, the box crinkling in her grip. 'I can't do it! Fuck, what if I am?! What the fuck am I supposed to do?!'

The words tumbled out in a panicked rush, her free hand flying to her mouth as if to shove them back in. Her eyes darted wildly around the room, the posters on the wall from her high school debate club, the stack of law textbooks on her desk, the life she'd built so carefully. It all seemed fragile now, teetering on the edge of this stupid plastic stick.

Sarah's lips curved into a soft smile, though it carried a slight wince, like she was bracing for impact herself. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, keeping her tone steady and low, the voice she used when Daisy was unravelling after a brutal mock trial.

'You need to do it, Dais,' she said softly, no judgment, just quiet insistence. 'Just go in there, and pee on the stick. We'll worry about the result when you've done that.'

Daisy looked at her best friend then, really looked, Sarah's messy ponytail from the rushed morning, the concern etched in the lines around her eyes, the unwavering rock who'd dragged her through breakups and all-nighters and that one disastrous road trip to the coast. Sarah always led her one step at a time, never overwhelming, just present. Daisy drew in a deep, shuddering breath, her shoulders rising with the effort, and nodded once.

'Okay. Okay, yeah.' She turned toward the bathroom, her feet heavy as she crossed the threshold, the door clicking shut behind her with a finality that made her stomach lurch.

Inside the en-suite, the cool tile floor grounded her a little, but the nerves hit like a wave, twisting her gut until she thought she might throw up right there, dry heaves from pure anxiety. She fumbled with the box, tearing it open with shaking hands, the instructions blurring as she scanned them for the umpteenth time.

'Just pee on it,' she muttered to herself, voice echoing off the mirror. 'How hard can it be?' But this wasn't like the other times, not the false alarms after a wild party weekend or that one scare with the sketchy hookup from freshman year. Those had been precautions, half-hearted checks to ease her mind. This... this was real. A genuine chance it could come back positive, rewriting everything.

She sank onto the toilet seat, jeans shoved down to her knees, and positioned the stick awkwardly, her aim off from the tremor in her hands. The stream hit it steadily enough, the absorbent tip soaking up the evidence of her fear. It felt surreal, intimate in a way that made her cheeks burn, peeing on a test that could upend her world. When she finished, she capped it quickly, setting it face down on the counter like it might bite if she looked too soon. She wiped herself with a wad of tissue, flushed, and pulled her jeans back up, the denim scraping against her skin like sandpaper.

At the sink, she washed her hands under the hottest water she could stand, scrubbing as if she could cleanse the uncertainty too. Then, on impulse, she ripped off a length of toilet paper, wrapping it carefully around the handle of the stick, shielding the result like a secret she wasn't ready to unwrap.

Stepping back into the bedroom felt like emerging from a confessional, her legs wobbly and uncooperative, knees threatening to buckle. Sarah was still there, perched patiently, and she patted the space beside her on the bed with an encouraging smile. Daisy crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps, collapsing onto the mattress next to her, the springs dipping under her weight. She clutched the wrapped test in her lap, staring at it like it was a venomous spider.

'Okay,' Sarah said, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen. 'So the box says you have to wait three minutes. I've put a timer on.' She held up the device, the countdown glowing red: 2:59, ticking down relentlessly.

Daisy just nodded, her throat too tight for words, a lump lodged there that she couldn't swallow past. She leaned back against the headboard, drawing her knees up, the test balanced precariously between them. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the soft whoosh of the timer and their synchronized breathing. Sarah didn't push, didn't fill the void with chatter; she just sat there, a solid presence at Daisy's side, her hand resting lightly on the duvet near Daisy's foot.

Daisy focused on calming her breaths, in through her nose, out through her mouth, the way Sarah had taught her during panic attacks before exams. But her head felt like she was stoned, thick fog rolling in, thoughts drifting without anchor, impossible to pin down. One moment, it was denial: I can't be pregnant. No way. It's just stress, or a virus, or... something. The next, terror crashed in: But what if? What if that night with Cassian did this? 

She was nineteen, for God's sake, buried in torts and contracts, dreaming of clerking at a big firm, traveling Europe post-grad, maybe even law school abroad. Her whole life stretched out like a roadmap she'd sketched in her journal, full of ambitions and freedoms. Surely they weren't about to be detonated by a one-night stand. A reckless, heated blur with a guy seven years older, built like a wall of muscle, in the army, deployed half the time, vanishing into some base or battlefield. Cassian, with his rough hands and that cocky grin, who'd pinned her down and made her forget everything but the moment. They'd been stupid, no condom, him spilling inside her like it was nothing. But a baby? That would shatter it all, her plans, her independence, everything.

The timer ticked on, each second stretching into eternity, and Daisy pressed her eyes shut, willing the fog to clear, but it only thickened, leaving her adrift in the wait. The three minutes dragged on like an eternity trapped in amber, each tick of the invisible clock echoing in Daisy's skull, amplifying the silence that hung between them. She stared at the wrapped test in her lap, the toilet paper crinkling faintly under her fidgeting fingers, while her mind raced through a labyrinth of what-ifs. What if it was negative? She could laugh it off, blame the flu, dive back into her textbooks and bar shifts like nothing had changed.

What if it was positive? The word 'baby' loomed like a shadow, conjuring images of swollen bellies and sleepless nights, of explaining to her mum how a fleeting night with a soldier she'd barely known had derailed her future. Her plans, law school applications due next semester, that summer internship in London, the freedom to chase whatever whim struck her, felt like sand slipping through her fingers already.

Sarah shifted slightly beside her, the mattress dipping just enough to remind Daisy she wasn't alone, but the quiet was suffocating. Sarah knew nothing she could say would comfort Daisy in that moment, so she didn’t. Daisy could hear her own pulse thundering in her ears, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out the distant hum of traffic outside the window. She glanced at Sarah's phone screen occasionally, the numbers dwindling: 1:45... 1:20... 0:58. Each passing second wound her tighter, her stomach churning not from nausea this time, but from the raw edge of anticipation. This is ridiculous she thought, but the words stayed locked in her throat. Sarah, ever the steady one, didn't prod; she just sat there, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm.

Finally, the timer erupted with a shrill beeping, slicing through the tension like a knife. Daisy's heart lurched violently, slamming against her ribs as if desperate to escape the cage of her chest. She jolted upright, her breath catching in a sharp gasp, eyes flying to Sarah's phone. The sound pierced the haze in her head, yanking her back to the moment she'd been dreading.

'Shit,' she whispered, more to herself than anything, her hands clammy as they tightened around the test.

Sarah silenced the alarm with a quick swipe, the room plunging back into stillness. She turned to Daisy, her expression a careful blend of concern and calm, searching her friend's face for cues. The seconds stretched again, heavy with unspoken questions. Sarah's voice broke the quiet, soft and measured, like she was coaxing a skittish animal. 'Hey... do you want me to look at it? I can, if it's too much. No pressure.'

Daisy shook her head immediately, the motion quick and defiant, strands of her hair falling into her eyes. She wasn't going to hide behind Sarah, not for this. She wanted to be the big, brave girl she pretended to be in mock trials, the one who argued cases with unflinching confidence even when her notes were a mess. 'No,' she said, her voice steadier than she felt, though it wavered at the edges.

'I got it. I... I need to see it myself.' She drew in a deep breath, filling her lungs to capacity, holding it for a beat as if it could steel her nerves. The air tasted stale, laced with the faint floral of her body wash from earlier.

With a resolve that felt borrowed, Daisy snatched up the test, her fingers peeling back the toilet paper wrapping in one swift motion. She flipped it over before doubt could creep in, before she could chicken out and thrust it back at Sarah. The plastic clattered lightly against her palm, and there it was…two stark pink lines, bold and unyielding, staring back at her like a verdict from a judge's gavel.

Pregnant.

The word hit her like a freight train, stealing the air from her lungs. Her vision blurred at the edges, the lines swimming for a split second before sharpening into cruel clarity. She wished, oh God, she wished she'd let Sarah look instead, let her be the buffer, the one to soften the blow with gentle words. But now it was real, etched in chemical truth on this cheap strip of plastic. Her chest tightened, a vise squeezing her heart, and she felt the world tilt.

Sarah watched it all unfold in Daisy's face, the initial falter in her breathing, a hitch like she'd been punched, followed by heavier, ragged inhales that lifted her shoulders unevenly. Daisy's eyes widened, pupils dilating in shock, and her lips parted on a silent exhale, as if the oxygen had been knocked clean out of her. The colour drained from her cheeks, leaving her pale and fragile, the test trembling in her grip.

'Oh, Daisy,' Sarah let out softly, her voice laced with empathy, reaching out to place a tentative hand on Daisy's arm. The words hung in the air, simple but weighted, acknowledging the chasm that had just opened between what was and what could be.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Five

The clock on Daisy's nightstand glowed a faint 4:17 AM when her eyes cracked open, the room spinning just a touch from the booze still sloshing in her system. Her mouth felt like cotton, throat dry as sandpaper, and a dull ache was already pulsing behind her temples, the hangover creeping in like an unwelcome guest. She lay there for a second, hyper-aware of the heavy arm slung over her waist, Cassian's solid chest pressed against her back, his breath warm and steady on her neck. They were still tangled under the duvet, her naked skin sticking to his in places where sweat and cum had dried into a tacky film. She shifted slightly, feeling the remnants of his load crusted between her thighs, a faint itch she ignored.

With a soft sigh, she wriggled free from his loose hold, his arm flopping back to the mattress with a muffled thud. He mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, face burrowing deeper into the pillow, but didn't wake. Daisy swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air hitting her bare skin and raising goosebumps along her arms and legs. Her pussy ached in that good, sore way, thighs rubbing together with a subtle stickiness as she stood, but she didn't give it a second thought, too parched and fuzzy-headed to care about a quick rinse. Naked as the day she was born, she padded across the hardwood floor, toes curling against the chill, and slipped out the bedroom door.

The hallway was dark and quiet, the city outside hushed in the pre-dawn hours. She descended the stairs carefully, one hand trailing the banister, her breasts bouncing softly with each step, nipples hardening in the draft. In the kitchen, she flicked on the under-cabinet light, just enough glow to avoid stubbing her toe, and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. The faucet ran cold, filling it with water that she gulped down in greedy swallows, the liquid soothing her raw throat. She refilled it once more, taking a slower sip this time, leaning against the counter as the throbbing in her head eased a fraction.

On her way back up, her eyes caught her bag slumped against the wall in the entryway, forgotten from their frantic tumble inside earlier. She scooped it up with her free hand, slinging the strap over her shoulder, the weight of her phone and wallet inside a comforting bulk against her hip. No rush to check anything; the night was still too fresh, too raw. Climbing the stairs again, her bare feet silent on the carpeted treads, she felt a lazy smile tug at her lips, last night had been wild, no regrets, just the pleasant exhaustion settling in her bones.

Back in the bedroom, she eased the door shut and set the half-empty glass on the nightstand, next to where she'd dumped her phone. The bed dipped as she slid under the covers, the sheets cool against her flushed skin. Cassian stirred instinctively, rolling toward her warmth even in sleep, his body curving around hers like a magnet. She nestled back against him, her ass pressing firmly into the cradle of his hips, feeling the soft give of his cock against her cheeks, dormant now, but still a potent memory. His arm draped over her again, heavy and possessive, pulling her closer until her back was flush to his chest, his hand splaying across her stomach. The spooning felt easy, natural, no big romantic deal, just two bodies seeking heat after a marathon fuck. She sighed contentedly, eyes drifting shut, the water doing its job as sleep tugged her under once more.

Hours blurred by in a haze of tangled limbs and shared breaths. When morning light filtered through the half-drawn blinds, harsh and unforgiving around 9 AM, the shrill ring of Daisy's phone shattered the peace like a goddamn alarm. It vibrated against the wood of the nightstand, buzzing insistently, the sound drilling straight into her skull, making her regret not just dying of thirst in her sleep and leaving the phone downstairs. Her head throbbed harder now, the hangover fully entrenched, a vice squeezing her temples. She groaned low in her throat, eyes squeezing shut against the brightness stabbing through her lids.

Beside her, or rather, around her, Cassian let out a deep, rumbling groan, his face nuzzling deeper into the crook of her neck, stubble scraping her skin. His arm tightened reflexively around her waist, holding her in place as if the noise might steal her away.

'What the fuck is that?' he grumbled, voice thick with sleep and irritation, muffled against her hair.

His breath was hot, stirring the strands, and she could feel the vibration of his words through his chest into her back. He didn't loosen his grip, his fingers splaying wider over her bare belly, thumb brushing idly just below her navel piercing.

Daisy winced, the ringtone piercing like needles, and cracked one eye open. The room swam into focus: sunlight slanting across the rumpled sheets, highlighting the faint bruises on her hips from his hands, the dried streaks on her thighs she still hadn't bothered with.

'Ugh, my phone,' she muttered, voice raspy from sleep and dehydration.

She stretched out an arm, fingers fumbling across the nightstand, knocking the water glass perilously close to the edge before snagging the device. The screen lit up with Marog’s name. She jabbed the decline button with her thumb, the ringing cutting off abruptly, leaving a blessed silence in its wake.

Relief washed over her, and she let her eyes flutter shut again, body melting back into Cassian's hold. His warmth was a lifeline against the morning chill, his cock twitching faintly against her ass as he settled, the spooning position intimate without being clingy. The bed was too comfy, his body too solid.

But seconds later, fucking seconds, the phone buzzed to life again, the same shrill tone blaring louder, as if mocking her. It vibrated wildly, dancing toward the edge of the nightstand. Daisy's eyes snapped open, a tired little whine escaping her lips, high and petulant, like a kid denied a nap.

'Oh, come on,' she whined, the sound drawn out and dramatic, her free hand flopping back onto the mattress in defeat. The noise amplified her headache, each ring feeling like a hammer to her brain.

Cassian chuckled low against the back of her neck, the vibration rumbling through her, his lips curving into a sleepy grin she could feel more than see. His arm flexed, pulling her even tighter against him, his hips shifting just enough to nestle his morning wood more snugly between her cheeks, a casual reminder of the night before, flirty even in his grogginess.

'Just answer the fucking thing.' he murmured, voice gravelly and amused, nipping lightly at her earlobe before burying his face in her hair again. 'Before it makes my head explode.’

Daisy's fingers closed around the phone just as the ringing hit its peak, the vibration buzzing through her palm like an angry hornet. She snatched it off the nightstand, thumb swiping to answer before she could think better of it, her voice coming out in a groggy rasp that scratched at her dry throat.

'What's up, Margo?' she mumbled, eyes half-lidded against the morning glare filtering through the blinds, her body still heavy with sleep and the lingering haze of last night's booze.

On the other end, Margo's voice crackled through, sounding like she'd been run over by a truck, thick, nasal, and laced with that unmistakable hangover slur. Background noise filtered in, the distant hum of traffic, footsteps on pavement, and the occasional shout from passersby. She was definitely out in public already, probably shuffling along some sidewalk on her walk of shame, hair a mess and makeup smudged from whatever chaos she'd tumbled into after the bar.

'Did you just button me?' Margo grumbled, her words slurring just a bit, like she was forcing them past a cotton-mouthed grimace.

Daisy huffed out a breath, shifting slightly in the bed, the sheets whispering against her bare skin as she pressed her back more firmly into Cassian's chest. His arm was still draped over her, warm and heavy, but she could feel him stirring awake behind her, his breath steady but quickening against her neck.

'Well, it's 9 a.m., Margo. It was a fairly late night.' She let the words hang, a smirk tugging at her lips even as her head throbbed in protest, the implication clear that her morning was far more... occupied than a solo hangover recovery.

Margo let out a dramatic groan, the sound muffled like she was rubbing her temples. 'Yeah, well, I got booted out of Ryan's place at the crack of fucking dawn!' she grumbled, and right on cue, a car horn blared sharply in the background, making Daisy wince and pull the phone away from her ear for a second. The noise pierced her skull, amplifying the dull ache behind her eyes.

'He kicked you out?!' Daisy exclaimed, her voice pitching up in disbelief as she yawned wide, her jaw cracking with the stretch.

The movement pulled her body taut, arching her back just enough to give Cassian the perfect opening. His hand, which had been resting innocently on her stomach, slid upward in a lazy glide, palm cupping the full swell of her tit, fingers splaying wide to encompass the soft weight. His thumb brushed over her nipple, already pebbling from the cool air and his touch, sending a lazy spark through her.

She lightly slapped the back of his hand, a playful swat that lacked any real force, more warning than rejection.

'Stop,' she whispered under her breath, but her body betrayed her, leaning into the warmth of his palm even as she focused on the phone.

Cassian's low chuckle vibrated against her shoulder, his face still buried in the crook of her neck, lips parting to press a series of lazy, open-mouthed kisses along her skin, soft at first, then firmer, his stubble scraping deliciously.

Margo was mid-rant, oblivious to the distraction. 'Yeah, he straight-up woke me up around 6 a.m. for a quick morning fuck, like, no hello, just rolled over and shoved his dick in me, pounding away like it was a goddamn alarm clock. Then, bam, he's all, ‘You should probably head out now,’ and practically herded me to the door with my clothes half-on. Asshole didn't even offer coffee.' Her voice rose in indignation, punctuated by the scuff of her shoes on concrete and another distant honk.

'What a dick,' Daisy said, stifling a little giggle that bubbled up from the way Cassian was pawing at her chest now, his big hand kneading her breast with insistent squeezes, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it hardened into a tight peak.

The sensation shot straight to her core, a warm flutter building despite the hangover fog, and she bit her lip to keep her voice steady. His kisses turned nippier, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, his free arm tightening around her waist to hold her in place as she squirmed.

'Absolute knob,' Margo agreed, her tone bitter but laced with that post-hookup resignation. 'Seems to run in their group though. Ryan told me last night that Chris has a girlfriend, some serious shit, apparently. So please, please, please! Tell me you didn't take that asshole home! I swear, if you did, I'm disowning you for the day. Or week.'

Before Daisy could even form a response, Cassian's fingers pinched her nipple sharply, twisting just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain racing down her spine. At the same moment, his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to make her gasp. A little yelp escaped her lips, high and startled, her body jerking in his hold as she fought back the moan threatening to follow. 'Ah!' The sound was sharper than she'd intended, echoing into the phone.

Cassian smirked against her skin, the curve of his lips pressing hot and smug into her flesh. He didn't let up, his hand continuing its teasing assault, thumb circling her nipple in slow, deliberate strokes while his hips shifted forward, his thickening cock nestling more insistently between her ass cheeks, a silent promise of what he could do if she hung up.

'Will you stop it?' Daisy hissed through gritted teeth, twisting her head to glare at him over her shoulder, but her eyes were hazy with amusement and arousal. He just grinned wider, all sleepy mischief, and nipped at her skin again, this time sucking lightly to leave a faint mark.

'Oh god, is that him?! Daisy no!' Margo's voice spiked with disappointment, cutting through the line like a knife. There was a rustle, like she was pausing mid-stride on the sidewalk, her breath quickening with curiosity.

Daisy let out a breathy giggle, he sound light and evasive as she swatted at Cassian's hand again, half-hearted, really, because his touches were waking up all the right parts of her, hangover be damned.

'No!' she managed, her voice pitching into a laugh despite herself. 'I figured out he had a girlfriend when I saw her text pop up on his phone... I er-will you stop it?' She hissed the last part at Cassian, who just buried his grin deeper into her neck, his teeth grazing her earlobe now, breath hot and teasing. 'I ended up leaving with someone else.'

Margo's response was immediate, a squeal of delight that made Daisy pull the phone away again. 'Oh my god, you ended the drought?! who?! Was it Alex?! He was kinda cute,' she said, and Daisy could hear the grin stretching across her friend's face, even through the tinny speaker, the way her voice lilted up, all gossip-girl glee amid the hangover grit.

Daisy's breath hitched, just the tiniest bit heavier, as Cassian's fingers continued their relentless teasing on her nipple, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger with deliberate slowness. He knew exactly what he was doing, playing games, stoking the fire in her core while she tried to hold a conversation on the phone. The warmth of his body pressed against her back made it impossible to ignore, his semi-hard cock twitching against her ass as if echoing his mischief. She shifted, trying to fidget away from his touch, but the movement only ground her hips back into him, her bare skin sliding against his in a way that pulled a deep, rumbling groan from his chest. The sound vibrated through her, low and guttural, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.

'No! I didn’t take any of those lying assholes home! It was-' Daisy started, her voice pitching up with a mix of exasperation and laughter, but before she could finish, Cassian's deep rumble cut her off.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke loud enough for Margo to hear every word down the line. 'It was the handsome mysterious stranger sat at the bar that rocked my world and made me squirt like a fountain!'

Daisy's eyes widened, a gasp bursting from her lips as laughter bubbled up uncontrollably. She twisted in his arms, slapping back at his chest with her free hand, the smack light but emphatic against his firm pecs.

'Shut the fuck up!' she hissed through her giggles, her cheeks flushing hot, not just from embarrassment, but from the way his words hung in the air, bold and unfiltered, making her pussy clench at the memory.

On the other end of the phone, Margo's giggle erupted, sharp and delighted, cutting through the static like she'd been waiting for the drama.

'Wait, the hot soldier guy Lois was flirting with?! He’s still there?!' Her voice was laced with that hungover rasp, but the excitement was clear, the background noise of the street fading as she zeroed in on the gossip.

Daisy rolled her eyes, even as Cassian fended off her swats with ease, his big hand catching her wrist gently before releasing it. He nuzzled deeper into her neck, his stubble scraping her skin in a way that made her shiver, his nose bumping against her earlobe as he inhaled her scent, sweat, sex, and the faint tang of last night's perfume.

'Yeah,' Daisy admitted, drawing out the word with a dramatic sigh, 'but it’s more the fucking annoying soldier guy that’s about twenty years older than me and almost popped a hip!'

Margo burst into laughter, the sound crackling through the speaker, full-bellied and unfiltered. In the background, Daisy could hear the faint whoosh of traffic, but Margo's focus was all on them now. And then Cassian's voice rumbled again, playful but with that dominant edge, loud enough to carry: 'Cheeky little bitch,' he murmured, the words dripping with amusement as he nipped at her shoulder.

Margo's laugh turned into a snort. 'Jesus! Sounds like you had a very good night! Older guy, huh?' There was a teasing lilt to her tone, like she was picturing the whole scene.

Daisy giggled, the sound breathy and light, but it caught in her throat as Cassian launched his next assault on her neck. His lips parted, sucking at the tender skin just below her jaw, tongue flicking out to taste the salt there while his hand strayed lower. It abandoned her tit, trailing down the curve of her stomach in a slow, deliberate path, fingers dancing over her ribs before dipping toward her pussy. He toyed with the little patch of soft hair above her mound, twirling a strand around his fingertip like he owned it, his touch light but insistent.

'Ancient!' Daisy shot back at Margo, her voice hitching as his fingers brushed closer to her folds. 'Don’t think I’ll have to give him taxi money home; he can just use his bus pass.'

Cassian grinned against her neck, the curve of his mouth hot and wicked, his teeth grazing her skin before he bit down, not too hard, but enough to make her squeal. The sharp sting bloomed into pleasure, and she giggled wildly, trying to wiggle away from him, her ass pressing back into his groin in the process. His cock hardened further against her, thick and insistent, and he let out a low chuckle, holding her tighter with his other arm banded around her waist.

Margo chuckled down the phone, the sound warm and knowing, like she could hear every little shift and gasp. 'You deserved whatever he did to you then! But… did he really make you squirt?!' Her voice dropped conspiratorially, eager for the dirt, the hangover forgotten in the thrill of the story.

Cassian laughed outright at that, his chest rumbling against her back as he lifted his head just enough to speak again, voice gravelly and teasing. 'Like a fountain,' he repeated, drawing out the words with smug satisfaction, his fingers now sliding down without warning, parting her pussy lips with ease.

She was already wet, slick from his earlier teasing and the remnants of their night, her arousal coating his fingertips as he started rubbing little circles over her clit, slow at first, then firmer, pressing just right to make her hips buck involuntarily.

'Shut up!' Daisy yelped again, her free hand flying back to shove at his shoulder, but there was no real fight in it.

His mouth returned to her neck, laying sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, sucking marks into her skin as she arched into him, giving him better access despite herself. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her breath coming quicker now, thighs parting just a fraction as his circles tightened, building that delicious pressure. Her clit throbbed under his touch, swollen and sensitive, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan, the phone trembling slightly in her grip.

'I’ll give you the details later, okay?' she managed, her voice breathy and rushed, the words tumbling out as another wave of heat rolled through her. 'I’ve gotta go, Margo.'

Margo's response was immediate, her grin evident even through the line, the way her words lilted up, full of mischief. She could tell from the shift in Daisy's breathing, the little hitches and gasps, that whoever was in her bed was about to make her scream again.

'You better,' she said, drawing out the syllables with a laugh. 'I’ll speak to you later. Try not to kill the old guy.'

Daisy let the phone tumble onto the mattress with a muffled clunk, Margo's chatter fading into silence as the call ended. A quiet whimper escaped her, turning into a soft moan when Cassian's mouth latched onto her neck again, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. His fingers kept circling her clit with deliberate slowness, each pass sending little jolts through her that made her thighs clench under the tangled sheets.

She shifted her legs wider, knees drawing up so she could raise on slightly, as she leaned back into his chest, their bare skin sticking from the remnants of last night's mess, sweat and other sticky traces. The blanket rode up around their hips, trapping the warmth between them.

Cassian hummed against her ear, a low, amused sound, as he planted a series of light, playful bites along her shoulder. 'Think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?' he murmured, his voice rough and laced with amusement, breath hot on her ear. 'Don’t recall you being that funny when you were begging for me last night.'

Daisy grinned, even as a breathy 'Mmm' slipped out when his thumb flicked over her clit just right. She twisted her head to peek at him, her hand reaching back to ruffle his messy hair.

'Oh please, don’t flatter yourself,' she shot back, wiggling her hips against him in a deliberate grind. 'We both know I’m hilarious-ah…it was probably the booze had my head imagining Carlos had taken human form'

He laughed softly, the vibration rumbling through her as he eased his fingers lower, tracing her folds without dipping in, keeping the pressure light but insistent. Her body responded anyway, a subtle wetness gathering as she let out another quiet moan, her ass pressing firmer into his lap.

'Carlos? That plastic prince? Harsh, coming from the girl who was begging for the heat off this old man last night,' Cassian teased, nipping her earlobe. 'Bet he's jealous already. Or wait, is he the one teaching you all these witty comebacks?'

'Ah... maybe,' Daisy murmured, her voice hitching into a moan as his fingers circled back to her clit, rubbing with a touch more intent. She arched slightly, chasing the spark while tossing a playful jab over her shoulder. 'Or maybe I'm just naturally this charming. Unlike some army types who think growling is flirting. Prove me wrong, hotshot, show me why I shouldn't just call up my toy for round two.'

Cassian's chuckle deepened, his free hand sliding down from where his arm was settled underneath her neck to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple in lazy strokes that made her squirm. He rocked his hips forward, his hardening cock nestling between her cheeks, the warmth of it pressing insistently.

'Hotshot? Cute. But if I'm so basic, why's your body already voting for team real deal?' He ground against her slowly, letting her feel the thickening length slide along her skin. 'Admit it, Carlos can't compete with this kind of wake-up call.'

She bit her lip to stifle a fuller moan, but it came out anyway as his fingers pressed a bit harder, the heat coiling low in her belly. 'Mmm, Jury's still out,' she teased breathlessly, her hand gripping his thigh to pull him closer. 'You're pushing thirty and acting like a big baby. Gonna have to impress me, or I'll stick to my reliable sidekick. No pressure, old timer.'

That sparked a mock growl from him, his cock twitching against her as he hooked her leg over his, lifting her thigh just enough to open her up. He shifted, guiding himself with one hand, the head of his cock rubbing along her slit in teasing drags, up to bump her clit, then down to nudge her entrance.

'Old timer? Ouch, that's cold, I’ll show you how old I am!' he bantered, his breath hot on her neck as he pressed the tip forward, parting her folds slightly. 'But fine, let's settle this. I’ll generously remind you why toys are for amateurs.'

Daisy's eyes fluttered, a needy moan escaping as the pressure built, her walls fluttering in anticipation. 'Yeah? Big talk for a guy who- oh-might not measure up in the morning light,' she managed, her voice laced with cheeky challenge even as she tilted her hips back invitingly.

He didn't rush, just eased the broad head in a fraction, the stretch making them both groan softly, the slick pop of it breaching her entrance hanging in the air as the subtle heat between them simmered higher.

Cassian paused, breaching Daisy's entrance, the slick warmth of her pussy already hugging him tightly in their spooned embrace. Her body was limp from the night's excesses, the hangover weighing heavy on her limbs, but the subtle throb of arousal lingered between them. His fingers digging gently into the soft flesh as he aligned himself better. The morning light slanted through the half-drawn blinds, casting a golden haze over their tangled sheets and bare skin, the air thick with the remnants of sweat and sex.

Despite the exhaustion pulling at his muscles, Cassian couldn't resist the pull of her heat. He rocked his hips forward incrementally, a slow, deliberate push that eased another inch of his thick shaft inside her. The girth stretched her walls anew, her body still tender and unready from sleep, but yielding with a wet glide.

A low grunt escaped him, rough and unhurried, vibrating against her shoulder blade where his chest pressed to her back. 'Nngh... yeah, I’ll measure up baby, don’t you worry,' he murmured, his voice gravelly from disuse, breath hot on her skin.

Daisy let out a lazy moan, her head lolling back against his arm, eyes still heavy-lidded as the intrusion stirred her from the fog.

'Mmm fuck… Cass,' she breathed, the words slurring softly, her pussy clenching instinctively around the invading thickness.

It wasn't the frantic urgency of hours ago; this felt like a hazy extension of their connection, her body responding with a slow burn that made her toes flex against the mattress. He grunted again, shorter this time, as he withdrew just a fraction before sliding deeper, the veined length of his seven-inch cock parting her folds with care. Her inner muscles fluttered, adjusting to the familiar but insistent pressure, and he held her thigh steady, keeping her spread for him.

'Mmm... that’s it Daisy, feel good?,' Cassian rumbled low, another grunt punctuating the words as he sank in further, the slickness from her arousal easing the way despite the tightness.

'Mmm... yeah… so fucking good,' Daisy moaned lazily, her voice a soft drawl, breath hitching as more of him filled her.

She shifted her hips back slightly, aiding the slow penetration, the stretch sending a dull ache of pleasure radiating through her core. Her hand found his forearm, fingers curling loosely around it, not gripping hard but anchoring herself to the sensation.

Cassian's next thrust was measured, pushing halfway in now, his balls brushing lightly against her as he bottomed out that far. A deeper grunt rolled from his throat, his free hand splaying across her hip to steady them both. The hangover made every movement feel amplified, the drag of his cock inside her pussy drawing out the friction in languid waves.

'Fucckk... so good,' he groaned quietly, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with their shared musk.

Daisy mewled softly, a quiet, breathy sound that escaped unbidden, her body melting further into his as the girth pressed against her sensitive spots. 'Cass... mmm,' she whimpered, the moan trailing off into a sigh, her walls pulsing around him in lazy rhythm. The fullness was building gradually, her exhaustion turning the pleasure into something molten and unhurried, her peachy ass nestling against his groin with each subtle shift.

He responded with a series of little grunts-'Hngh... ungh'-as he pulled back slowly, the retreat making her pussy tug at him, before thrusting in again, deeper still. Only a couple more inches to go, and he savoured it, his cock throbbing with the restraint.

'Fuck… best wakeup call I’ve had in a long time,' Cassian muttered, his tone thick and relaxed, lips grazing her earlobe. The spooning kept them close, his muscled frame enveloping her smaller one, the intimacy heightened by how new yet natural it all felt after just a day.

'Oh... yes,' Daisy breathed, another lazy moan slipping out, her voice barely rising above the quiet of the room.

She mewled again, softer, as he advanced, the stretch coaxing a shiver down her spine. Her thigh trembled in his hold, but she didn't pull away, instead pressing back to meet him, the contact warm and inviting. With a final, slow push, Cassian seated himself fully inside her, his hips flush against the curve of her ass, the base of his girthy cock buried to the hilt in her welcoming heat. He let out a long, satisfied grunt, holding there to let her adjust completely, feeling every quiver and clench around his length.

'Shit... that’s it baby, taking that full cock again… you feel so fucking good,' he growled into her neck, the words low and possessive, his breath fanning hot over her skin as he began a gentle glide, pulling out halfway before sliding back in, long and unhurried.

Daisy mewled quietly, her breathy moans filling the space between them, body arching just enough to deepen the connection. 'Mmm... Cass,' she whimpered lazily, the sound turning into a soft gasp as his hips settled against her again, the stretch lingering like a warm embrace. The lazy rhythm built a subtle heat, their exhaustion weaving through the pleasure, making each glide feel profoundly intimate.

'Nngh... yeah, just like that,' Cassian grunted, his thrusts remaining slow, each one drawing him out to the tip before easing back in fully, her pussy gripping him with slick ease. He kept her thigh elevated, fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin, the motion syncing with their shared breaths. 'Stil so fucking tight... shit,' he added in a rough hiss, another grunt underscoring the praise as he ground lightly against her ass.

She responded with a chain of breathy moans, mewling softly into the pillow, her free hand clutching the sheet as the fullness washed over her in waves. Daisy managed a lazy whimper as he glided again, the pressure coiling low in her belly without rush. Cassian growled low once more, the sound vibrating through her as he held the pace, hips meeting her peachy curves with every deliberate slide. He growled against her neck, grunting softly with each movement, the lazy intimacy binding them closer in the quiet morning.

Cassian maintained the unhurried rhythm for several more minutes, his hips rolling forward in deep, languid strokes that buried his thick cock fully into Daisy's pussy each time. Her breathy moans vibrated through her body, spurring him on despite the lingering haze of their hangover. He could feel her walls clenching around his girth with every withdrawal and plunge, the slick friction building a steady warmth in his core. A low grumble built in his chest as he nuzzled closer to her neck, his lips brushing the damp skin there.

'That's it, baby girl, take that big cock,' he murmured roughly against her, the words gravelly and encouraging as he increased the pace just a fraction.

His thrusts gained a subtle urgency, the heat coiling tighter in his gut, tempting him to drive harder into her welcoming heat. The soft slap of his balls began to tap against her ass with each forward motion, the sound muffled but rhythmic in the quiet room. Daisy arched her back slightly, her moans growing a touch louder, fuelling the fire in him.

'Ahh fuck, yes' she gasped out, her voice husky and drawn out, head lolling back toward his face buried in the curve of her neck.

The movement exposed more of her throat, and she fumbled with her free hand to shove the tangled blankets down her legs, kicking them aside clumsily to free up her movements. The cool air hit her skin, contrasting the flush building between them, and she spread her thighs wider in invitation.

'Mmm, Cass... just like that,' she whimpered, her fingers trailing down her stomach to find her clit, rubbing in slow circles that matched his thrusts.

Her body rocked back against him with each push, her perky tits jiggling softly from the motion, nipples hardening in the morning chill. The added stimulation made her pussy tighten around his cock, drawing a sharp inhale from her lips. Cassian grunted in response, his grip on her thigh firming as he hoisted it higher, bending her knee toward her chest to open her up more. The angle stretched her wider, allowing his girthy length to sink even deeper, the head nudging against her inner walls with precision.

'Fuck, you're so wet for me,' he growled low, his breath hot on her ear as he picked up the tempo another notch, balls slapping gently but insistently against her ass now. 'Keep rubbing that clit, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me.'

'Oh god, yes... it feels so good,' Daisy moaned, her hand working faster over her swollen nub, fingers slick with her arousal.

She tilted her head further, seeking his lips, and he obliged with a lazy kiss to her jaw, teeth grazing lightly. Her tits bounced more noticeably with the increased rhythm, her body undulating in sync with his, the spooning position keeping them intimately pressed together. 'Deeper, Cass... please,' she begged softly, voice breathy and needy, her free hand reaching back to tangle in his hair.

He obliged with a deeper thrust, hips snapping forward just enough to make her gasp, his cock stretching her fully as his balls met her skin with a soft smack.

'Like this? You want more of my cock filling you up?' Cassian rasped, his voice thick with restraint, the heat in his gut urging him onward.

He tightened his hold on her thigh, muscles flexing under her touch, keeping her leg elevated as he ground into her, savouring the way her pussy fluttered around him.

'Mmm, yeah... exactly like that,' she replied on a moan, her rubbing intensifying, clit throbbing under her fingertips as pleasure sparked through her.

Her head rested heavier against his shoulder now, eyes fluttering shut, tits heaving with each rock of their bodies. The blankets pooled at their feet, forgotten, as the lazy heat built between them, her moans punctuating every slide of his thick shaft.

'Good girl,' he praised gruffly, another gentle slap of his balls against her ass echoing faintly as he thrust steadily. His free hand slid up her side, cupping one of her bouncing tits, thumb flicking over the nipple to elicit a sharper whimper from her. 'Moan for me again, Daisy. Love hearing how much you need this.'

'Ahh... Cass, yes... I need your cock so bad,' she admitted with a lazy whine, her body trembling lightly under his control, hand circling her clit relentlessly.

The stretch from her hoisted leg made every plunge feel more intense, her pussy gripping him tighter, tits jiggling in his palm as she pushed back to meet him halfway. Cassian let out a satisfied hum, thrusts maintaining their building pace, the gentle slaps growing more consistent as he chased the mounting tension.

'That's it. Rub that little pussy, make yourself cum on my dick,' he urged, voice dropping lower, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck while he held her open for his relentless, deepening strokes.

Daisy's breaths came in short, ragged bursts now, her fingers circling her clit with increasing urgency, the slick pressure building an unbearable tension deep in her core. The lazy rhythm of Cassian's thrusts had her body humming, every slide of his thick cock into her pussy sending sparks up her spine. She could feel the edge approaching, that sweet precipice where pleasure blurred into desperation, and her moans shifted from soft whimpers to needy cries that filled the sunlit bedroom.

'Oh god, Cass... I’m so close,' she gasped, her voice trembling as her hand worked faster, fingertips slippery against her swollen nub.

Her pussy fluttered around his length, gripping him tighter with each pass, the sensation making her thighs quiver under his hold. Usually, Cassian would have batted her hand away, pinning her wrists or taking over to dictate her release, his dominant nature craving that total surrender. But this morning, with the hangover's haze softening his edges, he watched her intently, the sight of her chasing her own climax stoking a raw heat in his chest. It was fucking intoxicating, her perky tits heaving, ass pressing back against his hips, all while she pleasured herself on his cock.

He let out a low, approving growl, his hips snapping forward a bit harder, the pace quickening to match her building frenzy. The gentle slaps of his balls against her skin grew sharper, more insistent, as he drove deeper, stretching her walls with each plunge. His left hand reaching over her shoulder again, fingers cupping her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger to heighten the overload. Daisy's head fell back against his shoulder, her dark hair spilling across his chest as she arched into his touch.

'Cass... oh fuck, I'm gonna come... fuck, I'm gonna come, please,' she whined, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea, not entirely sure if she was begging him to stop, to push harder, or just urging her own body onward.

Her fingers blurred over her clit, rubbing in frantic circles that made her pussy clench rhythmically around his invading cock, the friction turning molten. Cassian responded by tightening his grip on her thigh, hoisting it even higher to spread her wider, his thrusts turning rougher, more demanding. He pounded into her with controlled force, the head of his cock nudging her deepest spots, balls smacking audibly against her ass now. The bed creaked faintly under them, the blankets long kicked aside, leaving their sweat-dampened skin exposed to the cool air.

'Come for me, Daisy. Show me how good it feel,' he commanded, his voice a gravelly rumble laced with hunger, eyes locked on the way her body responded to him.

Her moans escalated into sharp cries, body tensing as the orgasm crested. 'Yes... yes, just like that! Don't stop, Cass, fuck…please don't stop,' she begged, fingers pressing harder against her clit, the pressure finally tipping her over.

Her pussy clamped down vise-like on his cock, waves of pleasure ripping through her as she started to come. Hips lifting off the mattress in the spooning tangle, her ass ground back into him instinctively, drawing him impossibly deeper. Tremors shook her limbs, spasms milking his length as ecstasy flooded her senses.

'Oh yes, Cass... fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming baby! I’m coming' she whined desperately, voice breaking on a sob of release, her free hand clutching the sheets for anchor.

The world narrowed to the pulsing heat between her legs, her clit throbbing under her touch, pussy gushing around him in rhythmic contractions that left her gasping. Cassian's grip on her thigh turned ironclad, holding her steady as he fucked her through the peak, grunting at the exquisite squeeze of her walls.

'Yes, Daisy... fucking come for me. Come all over that cock,' he groaned, hips pistoning relentlessly, chasing the way her body yielded to him. He buried himself to the hilt over and over, the slick sounds of their joining growing wetter, obscener, as her arousal coated them both.

She kept rubbing through the aftershocks, fingers slowing but insistent, drawing out the bliss as her moans softened into breathy whimpers. 'Cass... oh god… don’t fucking stop,' she panted, body still quivering, ass flush against his groin with every backward push. Her tits bounced erratically from the force, nipples pebbled and sensitive, while waves of heat radiated from her core.

He obliged without hesitation, thrusts steady and deep, his own arousal spiking at her uninhibited display. Cassian nipped at her shoulder, teeth grazing the skin as he watched her unravel. The sight of her lost in pleasure, hand between her legs, made his cock throb inside her, the heat in his gut coiling tighter.

Daisy's cries tapered into satisfied sighs, but she didn't stop touching herself entirely, light strokes keeping the sensitivity alive. 'Mmm... yes, just like this... please keep fucking me' she murmured, voice husky and sated, her pussy still fluttering around him in lazy pulses.

Cassian slowed just a fraction, savouring the aftermath, but kept the momentum, fucking her with deliberate strokes that prolonged her high.

'Look at you, so fucking beautiful like this,' he praised, his hand sliding from her breast to her hip, fingers digging in to guide her movements.

The room smelled of sex and sweat, the morning light casting golden hues over their entwined forms. As he pulled back slightly on one thrust, his eyes dropped between them, drawn to the erotic sight. Her cream spread thick and white over his slick length, glistening on every retreat from her drenched pussy, a visible testament to her release. It coated his shaft, dripping down to where his balls met her skin, the messiness only fuelling his drive.

'Shit, look at that. You're creaming all over me, dirty fucking girl,' he growled appreciatively, thrusting back in to bury himself again, the added lubrication making each slide smoother, deeper.

Cassian's thrusts slowed to a languid stop, his thick cock still buried deep inside Daisy's clenching pussy as the waves of her orgasm ebbed away. He remained sheathed within her, savouring the way her inner walls fluttered and gripped him in the aftermath, her slick heat coating his length completely. In their spooned position, he shifted just enough to press his mouth to her shoulder, planting soft, lingering kisses on the sweat-dampened skin there. Daisy's breaths came in ragged pants, her body trembling faintly as she fought to regain her composure, the rush of pleasure leaving her skin flushed and her muscles lax.

He nuzzled into the curve of her neck, his stubble scraping lightly against her as he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly murmur laced with smug satisfaction. 'Any of those little college bitch boys make you come like that first thing in the morning?'

Daisy huffed out a laugh, the sound light and breathless, cutting through her lingering gasps like a spark of defiance. 'God, you're full of yourself,' she teased, her voice still husky from the moans she'd let slip moments ago. She wiggled her hips experimentally, feeling him twitch inside her, which drew another soft, involuntary whimper from her throat.

But the teasing only fuelled her playful energy, and she began to shift, rolling her body to face him fully. The movement forced his cock to slide out of her with a slick, audible pop, leaving her pussy feeling achingly empty, a warm trickle of her arousal leaking onto her thighs. She settled onto her side, pressing her naked form right up against his, their bodies aligning in the tangled sheets. Her full tits mashed against his solid chest, the soft flesh yielding to his hard planes, her stiff nipples dragging across his skin with each inhale. Their legs intertwined naturally, and Cassian reacted on instinct, his left arm slipping beneath her to support her slight frame while his right hand clamped onto her left leg, hooking it over his hip and yanking her closer still.

His big palm then slid down to grip her ass cheek firmly, fingers sinking into the firm, rounded flesh, holding her in place as her pussy brushed teasingly against the base of his rigid shaft. The proximity was electric, her slick folds parting slightly around him, their shared heat building anew in the quiet morning light filtering through the curtains. Daisy could feel the steady throb of his cock against her, still slick with her cream, and it sent a fresh shiver through her.

She looked up at him with a cheeky grin, her eyes dancing with mischief despite the post-climax haze. 'Don't let it go to your head,' she said, her tone light and taunting, even as her fingers trailed idly over the ridges of his abs.

Cassian grinned down at her, his expression all lazy confidence, the kind that made her stomach flip. Daisy took a moment to just drink him in. how insanely hot he looked even like this, fresh from sleep and utterly dishevelled. His dark hair was a total mess, strands falling loose from the small man bun he'd tied it back in yesterday, now tousled and wild around his face, giving him that rugged, just-rolled-out-of-bed appeal that contrasted perfectly with his chiselled features. His eyes, heavy-lidded and intense, locked onto hers, and she felt that pull again, the one that had drawn her to him from the start.

'Hard not to,' he rumbled in that deep voice of his, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her body where they pressed together. 'When you sound so pretty coming for me like that.' His words were laced with a teasing edge, but there was genuine heat behind them, his grip on her ass tightening just a fraction as if to emphasize the point.

Daisy bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck at the memory of her own cries echoing in the room. 'Pretty? Is that what you're calling it?' she shot back, her voice breathy but challenging. 'I was just... polite. Didn't want to bruise your ego first thing.' She arched a brow, but her body betrayed her words, shifting closer into his hold.

He chuckled low, the sound rumbling from his throat as he leaned over her slightly, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. He kissed her neck lightly at first, open-mouthed and warm, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

'Polite, huh? Those moans didn't sound very polite to me,' he murmured against her pulse point, his breath hot and teasing. 'Sounded like you were begging.'

Daisy tilted her head back instinctively, exposing more of her throat to him, a soft, breathy moan escaping her lips as his kisses trailed lower, grazing the column of her neck. 'Mmm, maybe I was,' she admitted with a whisper of a laugh, her eyes fluttering half-closed. ‘Can you blame me when it feels that good’ she breathed, the sensation of his mouth there, combined with the possessive squeeze on her ass, had her hips rocking forward subtly, seeking friction against his hardness.

'Yeah? You want more already?' Cassian pressed, his voice dropping even lower as he nipped gently at her skin, soothing the spot with another kiss. His free hand, the one anchoring her leg, released her ass cheek, sliding up her side in a slow, deliberate path. It cupped her breast fully, his large palm engulfing the soft mound, thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and pinching it with just enough pressure to make her gasp.

'Cassian...' she breathed, the word turning into a whine as the sharp tug of pleasure shot straight to her core. Her hips ground forward involuntarily, her wet pussy sliding along the length of his cock, coating him further in her arousal. 'That…fuck, that's not fair.'

He twisted the nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers as he lifted his head just enough to watch her face, his grin widening at the way her features twisted in delight. 'What's not fair? This?' He pinched again, harder this time, drawing another moan from her. 'Or the way you're already dripping all over me again?'

Daisy could only take so much of his relentless teasing, the heat building between them, the way he knew exactly how to touch her to unravel her control. Her head dropped back to the pillow for a second, but then she surged up, her small hand reaching for his jaw. Fingers splayed across the strong line of it, she grabbed hold and pulled his mouth toward hers with urgent need.

'Shut up,' she demanded softly, her tongue darting out to lick into his mouth before their lips even fully met, tasting the warmth of him and igniting that familiar, filthy spark.

Their lips crashed together in a slow, filthy grind, the kiss starting as a heated collision that quickly melted into something deeper, more consuming. Cassian's mouth moved against Daisy's with deliberate hunger, his tongue sweeping in to claim hers in a lazy, wet tangle that spoke of raw need rather than rushed frenzy. He tasted like sleep and sin, the faint salt of sweat from their earlier exertions lingering on his lips, and Daisy drank it in greedily, her body arching into him as if she could fuse them together through sheer force of desire.

His right hand stayed locked on her breast, fingers kneading the soft, heavy flesh with unhurried squeezes, his thumb circling her nipple in firm, teasing strokes that kept the peak hard and aching. Each pinch and roll sent jolts of pleasure sparking down her spine, making her squirm against the solid wall of his chest, her bare skin sliding slickly over his. The arm he'd slipped beneath her earlier, the one cradling her from below, shifted now, his large hand splaying wide across the curve of her lower back. His palm pressed flat and insistent, fingers digging into her skin just enough to hold her pinned flush against him, their bodies aligned from thigh to chest, no space left for anything but shared heat and the rapid thump of heartbeats.

Daisy's hands clutched at him like he was the only anchor in a storm, her fingers digging into the taut muscles of his pecs as if letting go would make him vanish, taking the fire surging through her veins right along with him. She couldn't bear the thought, his presence was too intoxicating, too vital in that hazy morning light. One small hand trailed upward from the firm plane of his chest, tracing the ridges of his collarbone before slipping over the broad swell of his shoulder.

Her nails grazed lightly along the corded strength of his neck, sending a shiver through him that she felt vibrate into her own body. Then her fingers dove into his messy hair, tangling in the dark, dishevelled strands that had escaped his man bun, tugging gently to angle his head just how she wanted, deepening the kiss with a possessive pull.

Her other hand gripped the nape of his neck, palm pressing into the warm skin there, thumb brushing the short hairs at the base of his skull as she kissed him back with equal ferocity. Passion poured from her in waves, her lips parting wider to let their tongues duel in a messy, sloppy dance, sliding, sucking, exploring every inch without shame. Saliva mingled between them, a slick evidence of their desperation, and Daisy let out a soft whimper into his mouth, the sound muffled but needy, vibrating against his tongue as the heat between her legs reignited, her pussy clenching emptily with the building ache.

Cassian's free hand on her back roamed lower for a moment, fingers tracing the dip of her spine before flattening again to pull her impossibly closer, his cock, still hard and throbbing, nestled against her thigh, smearing a trail of her earlier cream along her skin. He groaned low into the kiss, the sound rumbling from his chest as her tongue flicked against his, teasing and bold. Daisy's hands explored him desperately now, one still fisted in his hair, the other sliding down to grip his shoulder for leverage as she rocked her hips subtly, grinding her wet folds against his length in silent plea.

The kiss dragged on, slow and dirty, their breaths coming in shared pants through their noses, lips swollen and glistening when they broke for the briefest seconds only to dive back in. Daisy's whimpers grew more frequent, little breathy sounds that escaped with each swipe of his tongue, the heat coiling tighter in her belly, spreading like liquid fire through her limbs. She nipped at his lower lip then, teeth grazing the plump flesh with a sharp, playful bite, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting and demand his full attention, drawing a deep, guttural groan from deep in his throat that she swallowed down as their mouths fused once more.

Their mouths stayed fused in that slow, filthy lock, tongues sliding and sucking with wet, insistent pulls that left strings of saliva connecting their lips whenever they parted for a ragged breath. Cassian's hand on Daisy's back tightened, fingers splaying wider to grip her firmly as he began to shift his weight, rolling slowly onto his back beneath her. With his superior strength, he easily maneuvered her small body over his, lifting and guiding her curvy frame so she ended up straddling his hips, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. The movement was effortless for him, his muscled arms flexing as he positioned her exactly where he wanted, her breasts brushing against his chest before settling above him, nipples grazing his skin with the shift.

Daisy's fingers stayed tangled in his hair, her other hand clutching his shoulder as she followed the motion without resistance, her body light and pliant under his control. But then Cassian tore his mouth from hers just enough to draw in a deep, husky breath, his voice coming out low and commanding, roughened by desire.

‘Wanna see you ride me.’ he murmured against her swollen lips, his dark eyes locking onto hers with that intense, unyielding stare.

The words sent a fresh wave of need pulsing through her, and before she could even respond,

his lips crashed back into hers, claiming her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that made her whimper into him. His tongue plunged deep, stroking hers in firm sweeps as his hand on her breast squeezed harder, thumb flicking her nipple in quick, sharp tugs that made her arch and gasp.

Daisy didn't hesitate, her body already buzzing with the urge to feel him buried inside her again. She pulled away from his mouth with a soft, reluctant pop, her lips tingling and wet as she adjusted her position slightly, hands pressing against his chest for balance now that he had her straddled over him.

‘Yeah? You want me on top?’ she breathed out, her voice breathy and teasing, eyes half-lidded as she looked down at him, taking in the way his chest rose and fell, the hard lines of his abs leading down to where his thick cock stood rigid against his stomach, still slick from before.

Cassian grinned up at her, one hand sliding down to grip her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her wide curve while the other stayed on her thigh, holding her steady. ‘Fuck yes, baby.’

Daisy didn’t tease him, no drawn-out play, she just needed him inside her, filling that empty ache that had been building with every kiss and shift. Her hand reached down between them quickly, fingers wrapping around the base of his thick shaft, feeling the girth fill her palm, the veins pulsing under her fingers as she stroked him once, base to tip, making him groan low again. She parted her slick folds with her other hand for a moment, rubbing his cockhead through her wetness, dragging the blunt tip up and down her slit to coat him further until he glistened, the friction making her hiss softly.

‘Shit,’ Cassian muttered, his hips bucking up just a fraction to press against her entrance, his free hand now sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple as he watched her intently.

Daisy's breath hitched at the contact, her hand steadying his cock as she lined him up perfectly, the head nudging at her hole, parting her lips with insistent pressure. ‘Mmm, yeah... just like that,’ she whispered, more to herself, as she started to sink down. The stretch hit her immediately, his girth forcing her walls to yield inch by inch, that delicious burn mixing with the fullness that made her head tip back slightly.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp, a low moan escaping as her eyes rolled back a little, the sensation overwhelming, the way he throbbed inside her, hot and unyielding, claiming every bit of space as she lowered herself further onto him.

‘Oh fuck, Cassian... so thick,’ she panted, her hand still gripping the base of him for control at first, fingers slick with their combined wetness, but now releasing as she settled deeper, her curvy hips widening to take him fully.

Cassian grunted deeply as she enveloped him, watching himself disappear into her warmth. ‘Fuck yes, take it all baby. About time you did some of the heavy lifting round here." His voice was gravelly, laced with that dominant edge mixed with playful tease, and he gave her hip a light squeeze, urging her on as his cock twitched up against her inner thigh.

Daisy gasped a laugh at his audacity, the sound bubbling out breathy and surprised, her body rocking slightly with the chuckle as she hovered above him. ‘Oh really?!’ she retorted cheekily, her eyes sparkling with mischief even as heat flushed her cheeks, and her chest heaved as she settled on top of him. ‘I think this is just you admitting you’re not as fit as you think you are old guy, all that big talk about fucking like real a man. Just lie back and let me show you how good this little teen pussy can fuck your ‘real man’s’ cock.’

Cassian chuckled through a deep groan, the sound rumbling from his chest as his hand on her ass lifted and came down with a sharp slap, the sting making her jolt forward slightly, her folds brushing his tip. ‘Show me what you’ve got, then,’ he growled, his grip tightening to pull her down just enough to encourage her, eyes locked on hers with hungry challenge.

Daisy's thighs trembled slightly as she finally bottomed out, her pussy clenching around the full length of Cassian's thick cock, every inch of him buried deep inside her, stretching her walls to their limit. The sensation was intense, a perfect mix of burn and bliss that made her inner muscles flutter involuntarily, gripping him tight as she adjusted to the fullness. She paused there for a moment, hips flush against his, feeling the way his girth pulsed within her, hot and insistent, the base of him pressing right up against her clit with delicious pressure. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips, her body rocking subtly just to savour the drag, the way he filled her completely without mercy.

Cassian's hands settled on her hips now, fingers splaying wide over her soft curves, holding her steady as he let out a low, satisfied groan. His cock throbbed inside her, responding to the tight heat of her pussy enveloping him, and he could feel every quiver, every subtle shift as she got used to riding him.

'Fuck, that's it,' he murmured, voice rough and gravelly from the morning haze, his thumbs stroking lazy circles into her skin.

She bit her lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as she began to move, lifting her hips slowly at first, dragging her slick walls up his shaft until just the head remained inside her, teasing the sensitive rim of her entrance. The motion was deliberate, dirty in its slowness, letting her feel every ridge and vein as she rose, her pussy reluctant to let go, clinging to him with wet suction. Then she sank back down, even slower, rolling her hips in a sensual grind that made her clit rub against his pubic bone, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her knees dug deeper into the mattress on either side of him, settled back firmly now, giving her the leverage to control the pace, slow, filthy rolls that had her inner thighs quivering with the effort.

One hand braced on his firm stomach, fingers splaying over the ridges of his abs for balance, Daisy started a rhythm, up and down in languid strokes, her free hand trailing up to cup her own breast, pinching the nipple lightly as she rode him. The stretch each time she lifted and dropped was exquisite, her pussy lips parting wide around his thickness, coating him further with her arousal until the sounds of their joining filled the room, wet, obscene slicks that mingled with her breathy moans.

'Mmm... oh god,' she whispered, head tipping back slightly, her long hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensation, tits bouncing gently with each downward plunge, the soft flesh jiggling in time with her movements.

Cassian watched her with that signature arrogant smirk curling his lips, his dark eyes hooded and intense as he took in the sight above him. He looked every bit the smug bastard he was, right arm thrown casually behind his head, propping himself up just enough to get the perfect view, his bicep flexing under the strain. His left hand rested loosely on her thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin, not gripping hard yet but holding her in place with effortless control. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the way her full tits swayed and bounced with every slow rise and fall, nipples hard and begging for attention, or how her curvy hips rolled so sinfully, taking his dick so well, her pussy swallowing him whole like she was made for it. And her face, fuck, that was the best part. Eyes squeezed shut in concentration and pleasure, lips parted on those little moans that escaped unbidden, soft and desperate, making his cock twitch harder inside her.

He grunted softly with each of her movements, the lazy thrust of his hips meeting her halfway on the downstrokes, but he let her set the pace for now, content to lounge there like a king on his throne, enjoying the show. The heat of her around him was addictive, tight and dripping, and he savoured the way she moved, all slow and teasing, drawing out the friction that had his balls tightening already.

Daisy's moans grew a touch louder, little 'ah's and 'mm's punctuating the air as she picked up the slightest bit of speed, her hand pressing firmer into his stomach for leverage, nails digging in just enough to leave faint marks. She could feel him watching her, that heavy stare burning into her skin, but she kept her eyes closed, chasing the building pleasure coiling low in her belly, the way his cock hit that spot deep inside with every grind.

Finally, curiosity won out, and she cracked her eyes open, peeking down at him through her lashes. There he was, that smug smile plastered across his face, eyes locked on her like she was the most entertaining thing he'd ever seen. It made heat flood her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal at being so exposed, so on display for him.

She breathed out heavily, hips never stopping their dirty roll, voice coming out in a husky pant. 'What are you looking so smug about?'

Cassian let out a little grunt, the sound vibrating through his chest as her pussy clenched around him mid-thrust, her words pulling a deeper chuckle from him. He lifted his hand from her thigh slowly, deliberately, trailing his fingers up the curve of her hip, over her waist, until his palm cupped her bouncing tit fully, squeezing the soft mound with just the right pressure. His thumb flicked over her nipple, rolling it between his fingers as she kept moving on him, her hips circling now in a way that made him groan low in his throat.

'Just enjoying the view, baby,' he drawled, voice thick with lust, eyes raking over her body unapologetically. 'You look so fucking good like this, riding my cock.'

Daisy shivered at his words, the arrogance in his tone only fuelling the fire between her legs, her pussy fluttering around his length as she sank down again, taking him deep with a soft gasp. 'Yeah? You like watching me fuck you?' she teased back breathlessly, her hand sliding up his stomach to his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin as she leaned forward a bit, changing the angle so he hit even deeper. Her tits pressed closer to his face now, jiggling with the motion, and she rolled her hips harder, grinding down to feel him throb inside her.

'Fuck yes, I do,' Cassian replied, his grip on her breast tightening, giving it a firm squeeze that made her moan louder. He pinched her nipple again, tugging gently, his other arm still relaxed behind his head, but his hips bucked up once, sharp and controlled, to punctuate his point.

She laughed softly through a moan, the sound turning into a whimper as his cock dragged against her walls on the next lift, her knees shifting wider on the bed for better stability. Her eyes locking onto his with a playful challenge, hips moving faster now, chasing that edge. Her free hand joined the one on his chest, both pressing down for leverage as she bounced a little more, the slap of skin on skin starting to echo softly.

Cassian grinned wider, that smug look never fading, his hand kneading her tit possessively while the other finally dropped from behind his head to grip her other thigh, holding her steady. 'Gonna make me come if you keep it up.' He groaned again, thumb circling her nipple in lazy swirls, matching the rhythm of her hips.

'Oh, fuck yes Cass,' she panted, leaning down closer, her hair falling around them like a curtain as she rolled her hips in a deep, filthy circle, feeling him stretch her from every angle. Her moans spilled out freely now, little breaths of 'yes' and 'fuck' mixing in, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. 'Wanna make that big cock come for me'

'That's my girl,' he murmured, voice dropping to a husky rumble, his hand sliding from her tit to trace down her side, back to her thigh, squeezing as he watched her face contort in pleasure. 'Keep those eyes on me Daisy, show me how much you want it'

Daisy's breath hitched at his words, the command in his voice sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly, her pussy clenching tighter around his thick cock as she held his gaze for a beat longer. But the smug intensity in his eyes only spurred her on, a spark of defiance mixing with her arousal, she wanted to wipe that arrogance off his face, even if just for a moment, by showing him exactly what she could do.

With a deliberate shift, she planted both hands flat on his chest, her palms pressing into the hard planes of his pecs, fingers splaying wide over the warm, sweat-dampened skin. The position pushed her arms inward, squeezing her full tits together until they swelled enticingly between her biceps, the soft curves heaving with each quick breath she took.

She leaned forward more, her hair tumbling forward to brush against his shoulders, bringing her face closer to his while her hips adjusted, knees digging deeper into the mattress on either side of him. The new angle let her arch her back just right, ass lifting slightly before she started to move, really move. What began as those slow, grinding rolls evolved into something filthier, more urgent: she began twerking on him, her hips snapping back and forth in quick, rhythmic pops that made her ass cheeks bounce and jiggle with every descent. The slap of her flesh against his thighs echoed through the room, sharp and rhythmic, her pussy sliding easily over his cock now, slick with her arousal, taking him deep with each downward thrust. She could feel him spearing into her core, the head of his dick nudging that sensitive spot inside her over and over, stretching her walls wide and sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her limbs.

Her mouth curved into a sultry pout, lips parted on a soft exhale as she let her moans spill out freely, no longer holding them back, raw, breathy sounds that filled the air between them. ‘Mmm... fuck, Cassian,’ she gasped, her voice husky and edged with need, eyes half-lidded as she locked onto his face, watching for his reaction.

The way her body moved was hypnotic, ass cheeks rippling with the force of her bounces, her tits swaying heavily in that pushed-up cleavage, nipples grazing the air with each pop of her hips. Her pussy gripped him like a vice on every upstroke, reluctant to release him, then slammed back down, burying him to the hilt in one fluid, wet motion that had her inner thighs quivering from the effort.

Cassian's response was immediate, a deep, guttural groan ripping from his throat as her sudden change in pace caught him off guard, the tight heat of her pussy working him in ways that made his control slip.

‘Oohhh, fuck yes,’ he rumbled, the words dragged out low and rough, his head tipping back against the pillow for a split second before his eyes rolled back, lids fluttering shut in pure bliss.

His hands, which had been so casually possessive before, now gripped her thighs a little tighter, not controlling, but holding on for dear life, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to feel the muscle tense under her skin as she rode him hard. He let himself be vulnerable in that moment, no smug grin now, just raw pleasure etching across his features, his chest rising and falling faster under her hands, abs contracting with each slap of her ass against him.

‘Shit, Daisy... just like that,’ he panted, voice breaking on a moan that surprised even him, his cock throbbing wildly inside her, the friction of her twerking driving him wild. He forced his eyes open again, hazy and dark with lust, fixing on the way her body moved above him, the bounce of her ass, the jiggle of her tits, the pout on her lips as she moaned for him. It was too much, too good, and he didn't hide it, letting her see every twitch of vulnerability, every shudder that ran through his frame. ‘You're... fuck, you're killing me here. Keep bouncing on this cock… harder… fuck.’

She smirked through her pout, a triumphant glint in her eyes as she caught the way his composure cracked, his usual dominance giving way to these unguarded groans that made her feel powerful, desired. Her hands pressed firmer into his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples as she used him for leverage, hips snapping faster now, the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his length growing louder, obscener.

‘You like that, huh?’ she teased breathlessly, her voice laced with a sultry edge, moans punctuating each word as she twerked down onto him again, feeling his girth split her open. ‘Like being fucked by this little pussy?’

Cassian let out another long, drawn-out ‘Oohhh fuck,’ his hips bucking up involuntarily to meet her bounces, the slap of skin on skin intensifying as he surrendered to the rhythm she set. His fingers flexed on her thighs, sliding up to cup the undersides of her ass cheeks briefly, feeling them flex and release with every pop, but he didn't take over, just held on, letting her dictate the pace while his body betrayed how deeply she affected him. His eyes rolled back again, a low groan vibrating through his chest, straight to where her hands rested.

‘Goddamn, baby... shit, you’re perfect.’

Daisy's moans grew freer, louder, spilling out in little bursts-‘Ah... mmm, yes’-as the pleasure built, her clit grinding against his base with each downward twerk, the spear of his cock hitting deep and relentless. She leaned in even closer, her tits nearly brushing his chest now, the cleavage she created heaving with the motion, sweat beading between them. Her pout deepening as she rolled her hips in a quick circle mid-bounce, squeezing her inner walls around him deliberately.

He groaned again, the sound rough and needy, his grip loosening on her thighs just enough to let his thumbs stroke the sensitive skin there, a small concession to the vulnerability she pulled from him. Cassian eyes locking onto hers with a mix of awe and hunger, no trace of that earlier smugness, just honest pleasure twisting his features. His cock pulsed hard inside her, responding to the tight slide of her pussy, the way she owned the moment. ‘Oohhh, yes... keep going just like that.’

She laughed softly through a moan, the sound turning breathy as she bounced harder, ass slapping against his thighs with a rhythmic smack that filled the room, her body glistening with effort. Her hands slid a fraction higher on his chest, thumbs brushing his collarbones as she held herself steady, feeling his heart pound under her palms.

‘Losing it already? Thought you were the big tough soldier,’ she taunted playfully, voice sultry and teasing, even as her own pleasure coiled tighter, her pussy fluttering around his length with every spear upward.

Cassian's response was a deep, rumbling ‘Fuck yes,’ drawn out as his eyes threatened to roll back once more, his body arching slightly off the bed to chase the sensation of her twerking, the loose hold on her thighs the only thing keeping him grounded. He let her see it all, the way his jaw clenched, the flush creeping up his neck, the unfiltered moans she coaxed from him.

Daisy revelled in the shift, the way his usual commanding presence cracked under her rhythm, her hands pressing harder into his chest as she kept up the relentless twerking, hips popping back and forth with precision that made her ass cheeks clap against his thighs in sharp, echoing slaps. Her pussy gripped his cock on every slide, the slick walls fluttering around his girth as she bounced, taking him deep and pulling him out just enough to feel the drag before slamming down again. The power surged through her, intoxicating, seeing this big, strong soldier unravelling beneath her, his moans spilling out unchecked. She leaned in closer, her tits brushing his chest now with each bounce, nipples hard and grazing his skin, her sultry pout twisting into a wicked smile as she watched his face contort in pleasure.

‘Mmm that’s it baby,’ she purred, voice low and teasing, laced with breathy moans that matched the wet sounds of her pussy fucking his cock. ‘Look at you, all undone over this little teen pussy, this what your big manly cock likes? Huh?’

Her hips snapped faster, ass jiggling wildly, the friction building heat between them as she ground down on his base, clit rubbing against him in circles mid-twerk. She could feel him throbbing inside her, swelling with every descent, and it only fuelled her, making her bounce harder, determined to push him to the edge.

Cassian's groans deepened, his head throwing back into the pillow with a thud, neck arching as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his eyes squeezing shut while his mouth fell open on ragged breaths. His hands clutched her thighs loosely, fingers trembling slightly against her skin, not guiding but clinging as she rode him without mercy.

‘Fuck... baby, please don't stop,’ he gasped out, the words tumbling free in a desperate rumble, his voice cracking with need that surprised even him. His cock pulsed hard, buried to the hilt in her tight heat, the way she twerked pulling obscene squelches from their joined bodies. He bucked up weakly, chasing the sensation, but she controlled it all, her bounces dictating every thrust.

She laughed softly, a sultry sound amid her own mounting moans-‘Ahh, mmm, yes’-as she felt the power coil in her core, her pussy clenching deliberately around him, milking his length with each pop of her hips. Her arms flexed, pushing her tits higher, the cleavage heaving enticingly as sweat trickled down her spine, making her skin glisten.

‘Aw, is my big bad soldier begging now?’ she taunted, leaning forward to nip at his jaw, her breath hot against his ear before she pulled back, watching his head thrash against the pillow. The sight of him like this, moaning, vulnerable, sent a thrill straight to her clit, her bounces growing more forceful, ass slapping louder against his thighs.

‘Shit, Daisy... fuck keep bouncing on that cock’" he groaned, eyes rolling back as another deep moan tore from his chest, his abs tightening under her hands, body shuddering with the intensity.

His grip on her thighs tightened just a fraction, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, but he didn't take over, couldn't, not with the way she was fucking him senseless, her pussy sliding over him in slick, rhythmic strokes that had pre-cum leaking inside her.

‘Just like that... ahh, shit, it's so fucking good. Don't you dare slow down, baby.’ His voice was rough, edged with pleas he couldn't hold back, head pressing deeper into the pillow as pleasure overrode his control, moans spilling freely now, low, guttural sounds that vibrated through his frame.

Daisy bit her lip on a whimper, the dominance intoxicating her as much as the stretch of his cock spearing into her depths, hitting that spot with every twerk. She revelled in it, the way she had him throwing his head back, lost in the ecstasy she provided, his usual dominance flipped on its head. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, nails scraping lightly as she used the leverage to bounce even harder, pussy gripping and releasing him in a vise that made her own pleasure spike. The room filled with the symphony of their bodies, slaps, squelches, and his unrestrained groans, pushing her closer to her own edge, but she held on, savouring the control.

‘Oohhh, fuck yes... please, baby, just like that,’ Cassian begged hoarsely, his head lolling side to side on the pillow, eyes half-open and glazed with lust as he stared up at her, the vulnerability raw and unfiltered.

His cock twitched violently inside her, the tight slide of her twerking driving him wild, balls drawing up tight against her as she kept the pace merciless. He let out a long, drawn-out moan, body arching off the bed slightly, hands sliding up her thighs to her hips but only to feel the motion, not to stop it. ‘Shit, your pussy feels incredible, ahh, so fucking good. I'm... fuck, don't stop.’

She grinned down at him, pout returning as she twerked with renewed vigor, hips snapping in quick, filthy pops that made her tits bounce wildly, nipples tracing patterns in the air. The power thrummed through her veins, seeing him beg, hearing those words from the man who'd pinned her to the wall last night, now putty under her. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, arousal dripping down his length, easing the way as she fucked him deeper, harder.

‘Begging so pretty, Cassian,’ she teased on a gasp, her own moans freer now-‘Yes, mmm, right there’-as the friction ignited sparks in her core. ‘Tell me how good that pussy feels. I want to hear you say it.’

His response was immediate, a desperate groan as his head snapped back again, pillow muffling the edges of his sounds while his body trembled beneath her. ‘It feels... ahh, shit, so fucking good, baby. Fuck, please don't stop.’

 The words poured out, laced with moans that grew louder, more frantic, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure bordered on overwhelming, hands flexing on her hips in helpless surrender. He was reeling, completely at her mercy, and she drank it in, twerking on without pause, drawing every last plea from his lips.

Daisy threw her head back with a sharp gasp, her long hair cascading over her shoulders in wild waves that swayed rhythmically with each bounce, the strands sticking slightly to her sweat-slicked skin. She surrendered to the building heat coiling in her belly, no longer focused on teasing him but chasing her own rising tide of pleasure, her pussy clenching greedily around his thick shaft as she twerked harder. Her toned legs flexed, thighs quivering from the effort, while her perky tits jiggled with every pop of her hips, nipples peaked and flushed from the friction against the air.

The tanned glow of her young body glistened under the morning light filtering through the curtains, sweat beading along her collarbone and trickling down between her breasts, making her look like some fevered vision of desire, desperate, insatiable, her ass cheeks rippling as they clapped against his hips, driving his cock deeper into her soaking core with each independent swivel of her pelvis.

Her mouth hung open in a silent cry that broke into breathy whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as the stretch of him filled her completely, the drag of his girth against her inner walls sending sparks up her spine.

‘Oh... fuck, Cassian,’ she moaned, voice husky and unrestrained now, her hands sliding from his chest to grip her own ass cheek, spreading herself wider to take him even fuller.

The slick sounds of her pussy swallowing his length echoed in the room, wet and obscene, her arousal coating his balls as she ground down, circling her hips in filthy little figure-eights that made her clit throb against his base. She was lost in it, head tilting further back, neck exposed and arching, every bounce pulling a fresh wave of ecstasy from her depths, her body moving on pure instinct, hungry for the way he pulsed inside her.

Cassian stared up at her, transfixed, his breath coming in ragged bursts as the sight of her like this, young, vibrant, utterly commanding his cock, pushed him to the brink of delirium. Her slender, tanned frame bounced with such raw energy, pussy devouring him inch by inch, the desperate way she rode him making his veins throb with heat. He could feel every flutter of her walls, the tight grip milking him relentlessly, and it was heaven, pure fucking heaven, her perky curves on full display, sweat making her skin shimmer as her hair whipped around like a dark halo.

‘Goddamn, Daisy... you're killing me,’ he growled low, his voice thick with awe and strain, hands roaming up her sides to cup her bouncing tits, thumbs flicking over her nipples roughly.

But then it hit him, that familiar twinge low in his balls, tightening like a warning shot, the pressure building too fast, too intense from her expert rhythm. She was fucking him too damn well, this girl seven years his junior, her youthful stamina and that twerking ass threatening to unravel him completely, make him spill inside her like some eager kid instead of the man who'd dominated her senseless the night before. No way. He'd pinned her down, pounded her into oblivion, claimed every inch of her until she squirted and begged, he wasn't about to let her turn the tables and leave him begging like her personal toy. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening with resolve as he surged up from the mattress, muscles coiling like steel cables under his skin.

In one fluid, powerful move, Cassian wrapped his thick arm around her waist, the bicep bulging against her side as he hauled her slender body up effortlessly, like she was nothing more than a featherweight in his grip. Her bounce faltered mid-descent, a surprised yelp escaping her lips-‘Ah!’-as he flipped their positions with brute strength, her back hitting the rumpled sheets with a soft thud, legs splaying wide. He wedged himself between her thighs in an instant, his broad frame looming over her, cock still buried deep as he pinned her hips down with his weight, the shift making her pussy clench around him in protest and pleasure. The sudden dominance sent a jolt through her, her eyes snapping open wide, mouth parting on a moan that mixed shock and need.

‘Oh my god, yes!’ she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in as her body arched instinctively beneath him, thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer despite the yelp still echoing in her throat.

‘Fuck that, baby,’ he rumbled against her ear, voice gravelly with command as he settled into the missionary press, his hips grinding slow and deliberate now, reclaiming control with every inch of his muscular advantage. ‘You had your fun, but I'm not coming like your little plaything.’

His free hand braced beside her head, the other sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her face up to his, lips brushing hers in a teasing hover. She whimpered, the yelp melting into a deeper moan as the new angle let him hit even harder, her body yielding under his bulk, the power shift igniting fresh fire in her veins.

‘Mmm, shit... please Cass fuck me like you did last night,’ she breathed, half-laughing through the haze, her legs tightening around him, heels digging into his ass to urge him on. ‘I love it when you take control… use me like your little fuck toy baby please.’

Her pussy fluttered around his length, still slick and desperate, eyes locking onto his with a spark of challenge even as she submitted, the twinge of his impending release forgotten in the heat of his takeover.

Cassian locked eyes with Daisy for a split second, that predatory gleam flashing in his gaze before he drove forward, his hips snapping with raw power as he started pounding into her slick pussy. The bed frame groaned under the assault, creaking loudly with every forceful thrust, the headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall like a drumbeat marking his dominance. Her legs hooked tighter around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back, pulling him deeper as her heels dug into his ass cheeks, urging him on without words at first.

His thick cock stretched her wide, plunging in and out with wet, slapping sounds that filled the room, her arousal dripping down to soak his balls and the sheets beneath them. Daisy's moans spilled out unchecked, loud and throaty, echoing off the walls as if the whole damn building could hear her unravelling.

'Oh fuck, Cassian, yes, harder!' she cried, her voice breaking on a gasp, head tossing side to side against the pillow, long hair tangling in the fabric.

Her pussy clenched around him with each withdrawal, greedy for the slam back in, the friction building that electric heat low in her core. She didn't care who heard, neighbours, passersby, anyone, all that mattered was the way he filled her, owned her with every brutal drive. 'God, you fuck me so good... don't stop, please, just like that, pound my little pussy!' Her hands roamed his broad shoulders, fingers splaying wide over the flexing muscles, then sliding down to claw at his sides, nails leaving faint red trails on his skin.

He grunted low in his throat, the sound primal and focused, his entire body tuned to the rhythm of control, hips pistoning relentlessly as he railed her into the mattress. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temple as he leaned in closer, his weight pressing her deeper into the bed, making her feel every inch of his superiority.                 His breath hot against her neck before he shifted, dipping his head to capture one of her bouncing tits in his mouth. His lips sealed around the peaked nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. The force of his thrusts made her breasts jiggle wildly, but he held on, latching tighter, drawing out a sharper moan from her as he fucked her without mercy.

'Cassian, shit, yesssss' Daisy begged, her words tumbling out in a rush, one hand flying to the back of his head to hold him there, fingers threading through his messy hair and tugging.

Her other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, her body writhing beneath him as the dual assault, his cock hammering her depths and his mouth devouring her tit, pushed her toward the edge. The bed creaked louder, protesting the intensity, springs squeaking in time with his grunts. She rocked her hips up to meet him, her pussy fluttering wildly, coating his shaft in fresh slickness, the obscene squelch of their joining growing wetter with each plunge.

Cassian's focus sharpened, his mind locked on staying in charge, not letting her moans or the way her walls gripped him pull him under too soon. He released her nipple with a wet pop, only to switch to the other, latching on and sucking voraciously, his hand coming up to knead the first one roughly, pinching the damp peak between his fingers.

'Moan louder, baby, let everyone know who's fucking you this good,' he growled against her skin, the vibration humming through her breast before he bit down lightly, eliciting a yelp that melted into another plea. His thrusts didn't falter, hips slamming forward with punishing speed, balls slapping against her ass, the bedframe rattling like it might give out any second.

'Yes…oh god, yes... fuck, Cassian!' Daisy's voice rose, uninhibited and desperate, her legs squeezing his waist like a vice, toes curling as the pressure coiled tighter inside her.

She raked her fingernails down his large, muscular back, the sharp drag leaving stinging lines from his shoulders to the dip of his spine, clinging to him for dear life as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He hissed through his teeth at the pain-laced sensation, the sound sharp and involuntary, his body tensing for a beat before he drove even harder, reclaiming every bit of dominance with a guttural grunt.

Cassian soaked up every unchecked moan ripping from Daisy's throat, the way her voice cracked with raw need fuelling his drive like gasoline on a fire. She was lost in it, completely drunk on the pleasure he hammered into her, her words tumbling out in a filthy torrent that would have her cheeks burning crimson if she weren't so far gone.

'Fuck, love your cock splitting me open, oh god, yes, wreck my tight little pussy!' she wailed, her hips bucking wildly to chase the brutal rhythm, no filter left as the alcohol and exhaustion from the night before stripped away any pretence.

He could feel her walls fluttering erratically around his girth, sucking him in deeper with each plunge, her body betraying just how addicted she was to the stretch and burn. Grinning wolfishly at the sheer abandon in her cries, Cassian decided he wanted to pull even more from her, to shatter her completely. Without breaking stride, he gripped one of her thighs firmly, his large hand spanning the soft flesh as he lifted her leg high, folding it up against her torso until her knee hooked over his broad shoulder. The shift angled her hips just right, opening her up wider, allowing his thick shaft to sink impossibly deeper, the head of his cock nudging against that sweet spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. The bed creaked even louder now, the frame protesting the new leverage as he adjusted, his free hand bracing on the mattress beside her head for stability.

Daisy's moans doubled in volume instantly, a sharp, keening sound that bordered on a scream as the deeper penetration hit her like a lightning bolt.

'Holy shit…you're so fucking deep! Oh fuck, yes, pound me like that, just like that! Nice and deep baby' she gasped, her voice hoarse and desperate, eyes rolling back as her body arched off the bed.

The position pinned her in place, her other leg still loosely wrapped around his hip, but this one over his shoulder left her vulnerable, exposed, every thrust sending shockwaves through her core. Her pussy clenched harder, juices gushing out around his pistoning length, the wet slaps echoing obscenely as he railed her with renewed vigor.

He grunted in response, the sound low and possessive, his muscles straining as he held the position, sweat slicking his skin and dripping onto her chest. This was meant to be a lazy morning roll in the sheets, a slow unwind after the marathon fuckfest of the night before, but damn if she wasn't turning it into something feral. His thighs burned already, the soreness from last night's exertions creeping in, but he pushed through, hips snapping forward with controlled power.

'Yeah? You like it deep like this?,' he rasped, voice thick with lust, leaning down to nip at her earlobe while his hand slid up her raised leg, squeezing the calf to keep it locked in place. The angle let him grind against her clit with every inward stroke, amplifying the friction until she was a writhing mess beneath him.

'Yes, fuck yes, Cassian! Your dick's so thick, stretching me wide... please…make me your little slut!' Daisy's filth poured out unchecked, her hands fisting the sheets as her head thrashed, long strands of hair sticking to her damp forehead.

She was oblivious to everything but the overwhelming fullness, the way he owned every inch of her, her body trembling on the brink. The bedframe rattled violently now, the headboard banging against the wall in a steady tattoo that probably woke half the building, but she didn't give a damn, neither did he.

Cassian hissed through his teeth, the praise and pleas stoking his ego as much as his arousal, his balls tightening with the effort to hold back. He knew he'd pay for this later, his body already aching from the previous night's dominance, muscles protesting the relentless pace, but the thought only spurred him on. This hookup, this wild, uninhibited morning frenzy, was etching itself into his mind; he'd replay it in stolen moments, jerking off to the memory until some future fling surpassed it. And from the way Daisy was screaming, gagging for him to fuck her properly, body convulsing with each deep thrust, he could already picture her spilling every dirty detail to her friends over brunch, blushing but grinning as she bragged about the soldier who broke her dry spell so thoroughly.

'Tell me how much you love it, Daisy, scream it for me,' he demanded, his tone rough and commanding, thrusting harder to punctuate the words, his cock dragging along her inner walls with deliberate slowness on the outstroke before slamming back in.

He shifted his weight slightly, the leg over his shoulder pulling her even tighter, her flexibility tested as he buried himself to the hilt. Daisy's response was a guttural moan that morphed into words, her voice breaking on the edge of hysteria. Her nails dug into his arms now, leaving crescent marks as she clung to him, her free leg kicking out involuntarily with the intensity. The pleasure bordered on too much, her clit throbbing against his pubic bone, but she craved more, always more, her body slick and quivering under his assault. 'Don't stop, god, you're so good at this, fucking me like no one else... yes, yes, fuck me properly!'

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her next cry before pulling back to watch her face contort in ecstasy. His hips rolled with expert precision, chasing that deeper angle, the soreness in his muscles a distant hum beneath the thrill of her unravelling.

'That's my girl…taking every inch like you were made for it.' The bed creaked on the verge of collapse, sheets twisted and soaked, but Cassian didn't let up, determined to brand this moment into her forever, just as she was searing it into him.

Daisy's body tensed beneath Cassian, her moans escalating into frantic, breathless pleas as the pressure built inside her once more, coiling tight in her core like a spring ready to snap.

'Cass- oh fuck, I'm gonna come again,' she whimpered, her voice breaking on the words, nails scraping down his back as her pussy fluttered wildly around his thrusting cock.

The leg hooked over his shoulder trembled, pulling her even closer, her hips jerking up to meet his relentless drives, every inch of him dragging against her sensitive walls and sending sparks through her nerves. Cassian felt her tightening, the way her inner muscles gripped him like a vice, and a low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, his eyes darkening with possessive hunger. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, free hand sliding up to wrap loosely around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there as a reminder of who was in control.

'You gonna fucking come for me again, baby? Gonna be my good little slut and come all over this big cock that's splitting your little cunt open?' he snarled, his voice rough and filthy, hips snapping forward with punishing force to emphasize each word. The angle let him grind deep, his pubic bone rubbing her clit with every plunge, pushing her right to the edge. 'That's it, milk me with that tight pussy, show me how much you need it.'

She couldn't even form proper sentences anymore, her mind fracturing under the onslaught, just a string of broken gasps and curses spilling from her lips. 'Y-yes... fuck... Cass...'

Daisy's eyes rolled back in her head, whites flashing as the orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing up around him. Her head thrown back into the mattress, neck arching as a scream-like yelp tore from her throat, raw and animalistic, echoing off the walls. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, squeezing his shaft in powerful waves, gushing fresh slickness that soaked his balls and the sheets below. Every muscle in her legs quivered, the one over his shoulder locking tight as she rode the high, stars bursting behind her eyelids. But Cassian didn't ease up for a second, his pace unyielding, fucking her straight through the climax with deep, forceful strokes that prolonged the tremors shaking her frame.

'Fuck yes, come on my cock, just like that,' he grunted, feeling his own balls start to tighten at the obscene clench of her around him, the heat and wetness pulling him under. The sensation was too much, her body demanding everything from him now, and he shifted his focus, chasing his release with a renewed ferocity. His thrusts grew harder, more erratic, the bed protesting with sharp creaks under the strain.

Daisy was still lost in that desperate state of euphoria, her moans softening to hazy, breathy whimpers as the aftershocks rippled through her, body limp but still responding to every invasion.

'Mmm... so good... don't stop,' she murmured, voice slurred with bliss, her hands weakly clutching at his shoulders, eyes half-lidded and glassy.

All rational thought had fled both of them, reduced to pure instinct—the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of him pounding into her soaked heat filling the room. Cassian's grunts grew louder, more urgent, his muscles coiling as his high barrelled toward him fast, the pressure in his groin building to an unbearable peak.

'Fuck, Daisy... fuck, I'm gonna come, baby,' he groaned out, voice strained and filthy, forehead pressing to hers as he rutted deeper. 'Gonna fill this little pussy up, pump you full until it's dripping out of you.'

The words hung heavy in the air, raw and unfiltered, his cock throbbing inside her with the promise. Daisy's eyes rolled again at the sheer filthiness of his words, a fresh shiver racing down her spine even as she floated in post-orgasm haze. The idea of him unloading in her again sent a thrill through her core, her walls fluttering weakly in response.

'Yes, oh god, yes, Cass... come inside me, please,' she begged, voice whiny and needy, wrapping her free leg tighter around him to pull him closer. 'Fill me up... I want it so fucking bad baby.'

He growled low, the sound vibrating against her skin, his hand tightening just a fraction on her throat as he hovered on the brink. 'You want it, baby? Want me to fill that little hole with my load? Breed this tight cunt like the slut you are?'

Cassian's hips started to stutter, losing the steady rhythm as he ground into her hard, circling his hips to bury himself impossibly deeper, chasing that final friction. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her collarbone, his breath coming in ragged pants.

Daisy could feel it, the way his body tensed, the subtle shift in his movements, and it ignited her all over again, her voice turning desperate and whiny. 'Fuck, please... empty those heavy balls for me, baby. Give me every last drop. Please, Cass, flood my little pussy!' She arched up into him, her words a breathless chant, urging him over the edge as her fingers dug into his ass, pulling him in.

That did it. Cassian let himself go with a deep, grumbling roar that built from his chest, slamming into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently.

'Take it, fuck, take every drop!' he snarled, hips rutting erratically as he unloaded, string after string of hot cum shooting deep inside her, coating her walls and mixing with the mess from before. His body shuddered with the force of it, muscles locking as he ground against her, prolonging the release, growling filthy praises into the crook of her neck. 'That's it... take it baby, take that fucking come.'

As he did, there was a big, ominous creak from the bedframe, the wooden slats beneath the mattress groaning under the combined weight and force of their movements. Suddenly, they gave way with a sharp crack, crumbling and breaking apart, sending the mattress, and them with it, dropping straight to the floor in a chaotic tumble. Daisy let out a small squeal of surprise, her eyes widening for a split second, but they were both too far gone, too focused on the overwhelming sensation of Cassian still unloading inside her. His big hips kept rutting shallowly, drawing out the last spurts as he collapsed half on top of her, breath hot and ragged against her skin, the world narrowing to just the pulse of his cock and the warmth flooding her core.

Cassian's release hit its peak with a raw, primal grunt that rumbled deep from his throat, his hips pressing deep into Daisy one final time, grinding against her as the last thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, flooding her already soaked pussy. He held himself there, sheathed to the hilt inside her clenching heat, his body tingling with the aftershocks, every muscle loosening as the intense high ebbed away. Sweat slicked their skin where they connected, his balls pressed snug against her ass, still twitching faintly with the remnants of his orgasm. Daisy's pussy fluttered around him, milking out every drop, the warmth of his load seeping deeper into her core, mixing with the mess from earlier.

She kept one leg thrown over his shoulder, the position pulling her thigh taut against his side, while her other leg wrapped firmly around his waist, locking him in place like she never wanted him to pull out. One small hand gripping his bare ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle there, holding him close as if to keep him buried inside her forever. Her other hand wrapped around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair, tugging lightly in the haze of satisfaction. Cassian collapsed his full weight onto her then, his broad chest pressing down on her softer curves, head dropping to rest on her chest right between her perky tits. His eyes fluttered closed, breath coming in heavy pants that fanned hot across her skin, syncing with her own ragged gasps.

They lay like that for a long moment, tangled and spent on the fallen mattress, the broken bedframe forgotten in the intimacy of the afterglow. Daisy held him close, her arms cradling his head, stroking through his hair with gentle tugs, feeling the rise and fall of his back under her touch. He was a stranger she'd met just the night before at that chaotic pub, but now he'd fucked her senseless, pounded her through multiple orgasms, came inside her twice without a second thought, claimed her body in ways that left her aching and full.

Yet here she was, cradling him like a lover, her heart pounding not just from the sex but from the unexpected closeness, the way his weight grounded her in the moment. The room smelled of sweat and sex, their mingled scents heavy in the air, and she could feel the sticky warmth of his come starting to leak out around where he was still plugged inside her, but she didn't care, too blissed out to move.

After what felt like an eternity of just breathing together, Daisy's chest heaved with a sudden, breathless giggle that bubbled up from her lips, light and airy despite the exhaustion. The sound shook Cassian's head lightly against her breasts, her body quivering beneath him with the laughter.

'Jesus… you broke my fucking bed,' she managed, voice husky and teasing, still laced with the remnants of her moans, her fingers tightening playfully in his hair.

Cassian huffed out an amused breath, the sound warm and rough against her skin, his lips curving into a lazy smirk even with his eyes still closed. He shifted just enough to nuzzle his face deeper into the valley of her tits, inhaling her scent mixed with his own.

'Blame the shitty slats, not me,' he murmured, voice gravelly from the grunts and growls of moments ago, one hand sliding up her side to rest possessively on her hip. 'Though... might've had something to do with how hard you wanted me to fuck you. Couldn't be helped…I am to please.'

Daisy laughed again, softer this time, her leg flexing over his shoulder to keep him close, her hand on his ass giving a squeeze. 'Don’t blame the bed. You're the one who turned it into a demolition zone.' She tilted her head down, trying to catch a glimpse of his face buried in her chest, her free hand tracing lazy circles on his neck. 'What am I gonna tell my roommates? 'Hey, some guy wrecked my furniture while cream pieing me'?'

Cassian huffed a laugh again, the sound deep and rumbling from his chest as it vibrated against Daisy's skin, his breath warm on her tits. He lifted his upper body off her slowly, propping himself up on one elbow to ease the pressure, his muscles flexing under the sheen of sweat that still coated his back and arms. As he shifted, he let her leg drop from his shoulder, the movement pulling her thigh down with a sudden stretch that made Daisy let out a sharp hiss through her teeth, her body arching slightly at the twinge in her hamstring.

'Fuck,' she muttered, her hand sliding from his ass to rub at her thigh, fingers kneading the tight muscle. 'Jesus, my leg's gonna hate me later.'

He paused, hovering over her now, his dark eyes flicking down to her face with a mix of concern and that lingering hunger, his cock still half-buried inside her, twitching faintly as her pussy clenched around him in response to the shift.

'Shit,' he grumbled, voice low and rough, like gravel after all the grunts and moans, his free hand coming up to brush a strand of her dark wavy hair off her forehead. 'Please tell me you're on something... fuck, you just felt too good.'

His brow furrowed, the post-orgasm haze clearing just enough for reality to crash in, his thumb tracing her jawline absentmindedly as he searched her eyes. Daisy giggled at his sudden drop to reality, the sound light and bubbly despite the ache building in her limbs, her chest rising and falling quicker now that his weight was lifting. She reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb stroking over the stubble there, feeling the warmth of his skin under her palm.

'It's a bit fucking late for that question, don't you think?' she teased, her voice husky but playful, eyes sparkling with mischief even as her body protested the movement. 'We've already done the deed, twice. But I'm on the pill, don't worry.' She winked, her other hand trailing down his arm, squeezing the bicep that had pinned her down so many times already.

Cassian let out a little huff of relief against her skin, his lips brushing her collarbone in a soft, unintended kiss as the tension eased from his shoulders. 'Good... fuck, that's good,' he murmured, voice dropping even lower, almost a growl of gratitude mixed with the remnants of his arousal. He lingered there for a second, inhaling her scent, sweat, sex, and that faint floral from her shampoo, before finally lifting his weight off her completely. His abs tightened as he pushed up, knees bracing on the mattress that sagged unevenly from the broken frame, and he started to pull out of her with deliberate slowness, inch by thick inch, feeling her walls drag against his softening cock, reluctant to let go.

Daisy whimpered softly at the sensation, her pussy fluttering one last time around him, the emptiness hitting her as he withdrew fully with a wet pop, his cum immediately flooding out of her in a warm gush. It spilled over her swollen folds, trickling down between her ass cheeks and pooling on the already stained mattress beneath her, the sticky mess cooling quickly against her heated skin. She shivered, legs falling fully open now, one hand instinctively reaching down to touch the slickness leaking from her, fingers coming away coated in his thick load mixed with her own juices.

'Mmm, look at that,' she breathed, holding her fingers up for him to see, a cheeky grin spreading across her face despite the sensitivity throbbing between her thighs.

He groaned at the sight, his cock giving a weak twitch as he settled back on his heels between her legs, eyes locked on the creamy evidence of their fucking dripping from her pussy. 'Jesus, Daisy...' His hand reached out, dipping two fingers into the mess, spreading it over her clit lightly before pulling back, leaving her gasping. 'Fuck, that's hot. Could stay buried in there all day.' 

Daisy’s eyes locked onto his fingers, still glistening with their mixed fluids, a mischievous spark igniting in her gaze as she reached down quickly, her hand wrapping around his wrist with a firm but playful grip. She pulled his hand toward her face, guiding those slick digits straight into her mouth without breaking eye contact, her lips sealing around them as she sucked hard, tongue swirling to lap up every trace of the salty, musky taste. Her cheeks hollowed slightly with the suction, and she hummed low in her throat, the vibration sending a fresh jolt through his arm. Cassian watched, transfixed, his breath catching in his chest as her warm mouth worked over his fingers, cleaning them with deliberate, teasing strokes.

‘Fuck... you're filthy,' he groaned, the words rough and approving, his voice dropping an octave as his cock stirred again despite the exhaustion. He didn't pull away, letting her have her way, his free hand bracing on the mattress edge while his eyes darkened with renewed heat. 'Shit, Daisy, you're gonna kill me.'

She released his fingers with a deliberate pop, the sound echoing wetly in the quiet room, a string of saliva briefly connecting her lips to his skin before snapping. Giggling softly, she licked her lips, savouring the lingering flavour, her body shifting slightly on the ruined mattress, the sticky remnants between her thighs making her acutely aware of the mess.

'What? Can't a girl enjoy the evidence of a good time?' she quipped, her voice light and breathless, propping herself up on one elbow to flash him a wicked grin.

Her gaze wandered then, taking in the full extent of the wreckage around them: the bed frame splintered in two places, the mattress sagging awkwardly on the floor like a defeated beast, sheets tangled and stained in multiple spots. She huffed a laugh, the sound bubbling up from her chest as she shook her head, dark waves of hair falling across her face.

'Holy shit, look at this disaster. My room looks like a war zone’ She poked at a loose slat of wood with her toe, wincing as it wobbled. 'Sarah’s gonna flip when she gets back.'

Cassian followed her eyes, scanning the damage with a sheepish grimace, his hand coming up to rake through the tangled mess of his hair, loosening the man bun further until strands stuck out wildly. He tugged at a few knots, chuckling under his breath.

'Yeah... sorry about the bed, seriously. I'll give you some cash for a new one.' His tone was earnest, laced with that protective edge, as he glanced back at her, brows knitting together. 'Didn't mean to go full demolition on it, but fuck, you were driving me wild. That ass of yours bouncing... my bad.'

Daisy rolled her eyes playfully, extending her leg to shove his thigh with her foot, the nudge light but insistent from where she still lounged on the mattress, her curvy form half-curled amid the chaos.

'No, you won't,' she shot back, her foot lingering against his skin for a second longer, toes curling against his muscle. 'It's fine, really. I probably needed a new one anyway, that thing was creaking like an old door for months. I’ll take the collateral damage for the….vigorous cardio session.' She smirked, withdrawing her foot but not before giving his leg a teasing pat.

He opened his mouth to argue, leaning forward with a determined glint in his eye, ready to insist on covering the cost. 'Come on, Daisy, I can’t let you-', but the words died on his tongue as the familiar trill of his ringtone cut through the air, sharp and insistent from across the room. His head snapped up, expression shifting from playful protest to mild annoyance, ears straining to pinpoint the source amid the clutter of discarded clothes and his jacket.

'Shit, that's mine,' he muttered, twisting to scan the floor, spotting his jeans bunched up in a heap by the bedroom door where they'd been tossed in the heat of last night's frenzy.

He clambered off the mattress with a grunt, the sagging surface bouncing slightly under his shifting weight as he pushed to his knees and then his feet, muscles rippling along his back and thighs from the effort. Naked and unselfconscious, he padded over, the floorboards cool under his soles, bending down to fish the phone from the pocket, the ringing growing louder as he straightened up.

Meanwhile, Daisy pushed herself up with a soft groan, her body protesting the movement—thighs aching from the stretches, core sore from the pounding, and that persistent stickiness between her legs demanding attention. She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, bare feet touching the carpet, and stood slowly, feeling the trickle of his cum still leaking down her inner thigh. Padding softly toward her en-suite bathroom, the door just off the bedroom, she glanced back at him once, hips swaying with a deliberate tease.

'If it's your girlfriend checking where you are, I will personally cut your balls off' she called lightly, though her tone held no real jealousy, just that cheeky edge. 'Though if it is, tell her you're busy fixing a bed you broke during the best fuck of your life.'

Cassian shot her a grin over his shoulder, phone in hand now, the screen lighting up with an incoming call as he silenced the ring with a swipe. 'Nah, it's probably just my brother wondering if I'm alive.' He watched her go, eyes tracing the curve of her ass, the way her thighs rubbed together with each step.

She laughed from the bathroom doorway, flipping him off playfully before slipping inside, the door clicking half-shut behind her. Cassian glanced at the screen, the name 'Azriel' flashing insistently, and with a resigned sigh, he thumbed the accept button, bringing the phone to his ear as he straightened up fully, his naked body on full display in the cluttered bedroom. The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting shadows over the splintered bed frame and the mattress slumped crookedly on the floor like a casualty of war. He paced a step or two, bare feet padding softly on the worn carpet, his free hand absently scratching at the stubble along his jaw while he kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb Daisy in the bathroom.

'What's up, man?' Cassian said, his tone casual but laced with that gravelly edge from the night's excesses, a smirk already tugging at his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, eyes drifting back to the bathroom where the faint sound of water running still hummed.

Azriel's voice came through clear and amused on the other end, the background noise of their shared apartment faint, maybe the clink of keys or the rustle of getting ready. 'Just checking you weren't dead in a ditch somewhere. What poor woman did you unleash yourself on this time?.'

Cassian huffed a laugh, the sound deep and rumbling from his chest as he glanced down at the wreckage of Daisy's bed, the sheets twisted in damp knots, a few pillows scattered like fallen soldiers. He toed at a loose piece of the broken frame with his foot, the wood creaking faintly under the pressure, and shook his head in disbelief at the sheer destruction they'd wrought. His muscles still ached in that satisfying, post-exertion way, thighs and back protesting the reminder of how he'd driven into her until the whole thing gave out.

'Nah, I'm good,' he replied, chuckling again as he turned away from the mess, gaze flicking toward the bathroom door. 'Just some chick from the bar, should be heading home soon.'

There was a pause on Azriel's end, followed by a knowing snort. 'Should be?' Azriel's tone was teasing, the grin evident even over the line, like he could picture Cassian's predicament all too well from their years of shared escapades.

Cassian smirked wider, his eyes narrowing playfully as he glanced toward the bathroom again, making sure the door was still ajar just enough for him to hear the water shut off. He lowered his voice to a mumble, cupping the phone closer to his mouth so Daisy wouldn't catch the words from inside.

'Yeah, well... depends how many more rounds this chick wants to go. She's a freak, already broke her fucking bed.' He kept it light, but there was a husky note to his whisper, the memory of her body under his flashing hot and quick.

Azriel burst out laughing on the other end, the sound sharp and genuine, echoing slightly as if he was moving around the kitchen. 'You're a fucking animal, Cass. Alright, well, I'm heading out to work soon, but there's no coffee left. Grab some on your way home, yeah?'

Cassian rolled his eyes, even though his brother couldn't see it, pushing off the doorframe to wander back toward the bed's ruins, his cock swinging freely with the movement, still half-sensitive from the morning's activities. He bent slightly to snag his discarded boxers from the floor but thought better of it, straightening up empty-handed. 'Yeah, no worries,' he said, his voice returning to normal volume. 'I'll swing by the shop on the corner. Speak to you later, man. Don't work too hard.'

'Yeah, yeah, says the guy who probably hasn't slept a wink. Later,' Azriel replied, the line clicking dead as the call ended.

Cassian lowered the phone, thumbing it off and tossing it onto the mattress with a casual flick, the device bouncing once on the rumpled sheets. He ran a hand through his tousled hair again, trying to tame the wild strands, when the bathroom door creaked open fully. Daisy emerged, her naked form leaning languidly against the doorframe, skin still flushed from the warmth of the water, dark hair damp at the ends and clinging to her shoulders. She crossed her arms under her perky tits, pushing them up slightly in a way that drew his eye immediately, her curvy hips cocked to one side as she eyed him with that signature cheeky smile, like she knew exactly the effect she had. He turned to face her fully, his own nudity unapologetic, muscles shifting under tanned skin marked with faint red lines from her nails.

'Everything okay?' she asked, her voice soft but curious, smile widening as she pushed off the frame and took a slow step into the room, her bare feet silent on the carpet.

Cassian nodded, closing the distance between them in a couple of strides, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, thumb brushing her cheek in a surprisingly gentle touch amid the chaos.

'Yeah, just my brother checking in,' he said, his tone easy, eyes locking onto hers with a spark of amusement.

Daisy stepped closer, her bare skin brushing against his as she reached up, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over the firm planes of Cassian's chest. She toyed with the dark curls of hair there, twisting a strand around her fingertip before letting it spring back, her touch light but deliberate, sending a faint shiver through him despite the warmth of the room. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, their naked forms pressing together, her soft curves moulding to his harder lines, the heat of her breasts flattening against his torso, his semi-hard cock nestling against her belly. The air between them thickened, charged with the remnants of their earlier passion, the scent of sweat and sex still lingering like a haze.

Cassian tilted his head down, his hazel eyes locking onto hers properly for the first time that morning without the haze of sleep or urgency clouding them. He took her in—the tousled waves of her hair framing her face, the faint flush on her cheeks from the bathroom steam, the way her lips parted slightly as she met his gaze.

There was no rush now, just this heated intimacy, a quiet acknowledgment of the night they'd shared. His hand slid up her back, fingers splaying wide to hold her steady, and he leaned in slowly, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. His lips moved against hers with a deliberate pressure, tongue slipping past to explore, tasting the faint mint from her toothpaste mixed with the salt of their shared exertion. She melted into it, her body relaxing against him as the kiss deepened, slow and consuming.

Daisy exhaled softly into his mouth, a breathy sound that vibrated between them, her arms sliding up to wrap around his neck, fingers threading into the hair at his nape. She pulled him closer, her nails grazing his scalp lightly, the kiss turning heated as her tongue danced with his, a soft hum escaping her throat. Cassian's free hand cupped the back of her head, angling her just right, the world narrowing to the slick slide of their mouths, the way her nipples hardened against his chest from the friction.

After a long moment, he pulled back, breaking the kiss with a reluctance that showed in the way his lips lingered near hers, breath mingling in the scant space. Daisy's eyes fluttered open, hazy and wanting, and she flicked the tip of her nose against his in a playful nudge, her voice coming out husky and teasing.

'I'm gonna get in the shower,' she murmured, her fingers still tangled in his hair. 'You're welcome to join before you go, if you want.'

Cassian grinned down at her, the expression wolfish and satisfied, his eyes crinkling at the corners as relief flickered through him unvoiced. There it was, no clinging, no hints of wanting more than the raw heat they'd burned through. She was already mapping out his exit, keeping it light and uncomplicated, just like he preferred after a night like this. No awkward goodbyes, no promises he'd have to dodge; he'd leave her thoroughly fucked, body marked by his hands and mouth, with nothing but the ache between her thighs as a souvenir. Perfect.

'Mmm, you all wet and soapy?' he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly, thumb tracing her lower lip where it still glistened from their kiss. 'Try and stop me.'

Before she could respond, his hands dropped to the backs of her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there with effortless strength. He hoisted her up in one smooth motion, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back. The shift pressed her core right against his abdomen, his release from earlier starting to dribble out again, warm and slick, trickling down her inner thighs and onto his skin, but neither cared, the mess just another layer of their unfiltered connection.

Daisy let out a little yelp, surprise mixing with delight as she tightened her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder with a giggle that bubbled up from her chest. 'Cassian!' she laughed, the sound muffled against his skin, her breath hot on his collarbone as he turned toward the ensuite bathroom. Her body bounced lightly with each step he took, thighs squeezing his sides, the position leaving her spread open and exposed, but she only held on tighter, her laughter fading into a contented sigh. 'You're gonna drop me, you brute.'

He chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest into hers as he pushed the bathroom door wider with his shoulder, the cool tile under his feet a stark contrast to the warmth of her wrapped around him. Steam from her earlier rinse still clung to the air, fogging the mirror slightly, the shower enclosure beckoning with its glass panels.

'I’ve got you baby, don’t you worry,' he teased, nipping at her earlobe as he carried her inside, the dribble of cum ignored, slicking their skin without a second thought. 'Now, about that soapy part...'

He kicked the bathroom door shut behind them, his hands gripping her ass cheeks firmly to keep her steady. His cock, still half-hard from their last round, twitched against her core as he stepped into the walk-in shower. The water roared to life with a twist of the handle, steam quickly filling the air as hot streams cascaded over their bodies.

For the next hour, they lost themselves in the steam and spray, round three unfolding quickly with a heated intensity that was passionate but gentler than the raw pounding of before. The shower had started innocently, rinsing themselves off the sweat and bodily fluids that had built up over the last 8 hours. Hands had started to wander quickly, Cassian’s big hands soaping up Daisys perky full chest, pinching her nipples until he elicited a moan from her. Small kisses over her shoulders and his chest had turned into little nips and then tongues in mouths. Neither could handle another brutal session, their bodies were spent, muscles aching in the best way, but the connection burned just as fierce. Cassian started by bending her over, her palms splayed against the cool shower wall for support. He entered her from behind, slow and deep, his hips rolling in a steady grind that made her gasp.

‘Fuck, Daisy’ he groaned, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her wet hair, the other steadying her hip.

She arched her back, pushing back to meet him. ‘Yes, right there... don't stop.’ Water sluiced down her curves, tracing the dip of her waist and the swell of her ass as he thrust into her pussy, the slick sounds mixing with their moans. They shifted next, him pressing her against the opposite wall, her legs locking around his waist again. He held her up with ease, pinning her there as he fucked her with measured strokes, their mouths crashing in a messy kiss.

‘You're still so fucking tight, Princess,’ he whispered against her lips, nipping at her bottom one.

‘Harder.’ she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Finally, they maneuvered into a standing twist, one of her feet planted firm on the shower floor, the other leg stretched high along the length of his body, her calf pressed against his chest. He gripped her thigh for leverage, angling deep as he drove into her, the position letting him hit that spot that made her eyes roll back.

‘Cassian! Oh god, yes!’ Her moans echoed off the tiles, high and needy, and he could listen to them forever, the way her voice broke on his name, raw and desperate.

But the image that seared into his mind forever was when he felt his release building. ‘Fuck baby, I'm close,’ he warned, voice rough.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees under the pounding water, her blue eyes locking on his as she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep, choking herself on his length, gagging just enough to make his balls tighten. Saliva and water mixed as she bobbed, her hands on his thighs. Then she pulled off with a pop, fisting his slick shaft while sitting back on her heels, mouth open wide, tongue extended like an invitation.

‘Come for me, Cassian. Paint this pretty little face,’ she begged, her voice a sultry plea.

He couldn't hold back, ropes of cum shot from him, splattering across her pretty face, into her waiting mouth, and down onto her heaving tits. She swallowed what landed on her tongue, licking her lips with a wicked smile as the rest dripped down her chin and chest.

‘That's my girl…fuck’ he rasped, panting heavily as he took in how beautiful she was like this, covered in him.

Once the heat subsided, they finally cleaned up properly, soaping each other with lazy touches, his hands lathering her breasts, her fingers tracing the scars on his back from his time in the field.

‘Gonna be hearing those moans on my death bed... fuck, Daisy,’ He turned off the water, and they stepped out, the cooler air raising goosebumps on their skin.

Daisy grabbed two fluffy towels from the rack, handing one to him with a shy grin. ‘Here,’ She wrapped hers around her body, tucking it securely under her arms, the fabric clinging to her damp curves as droplets still beaded on her shoulders.

Cassian towelled off quickly, his eyes never leaving her as they padded back into the bedroom. The sight that greeted them made Daisy huff a laugh, her hand flying to her mouth. The bed was a disaster, sheets tangled and half-off the mattress, the frame splintered where it'd given way, pillows scattered like casualties of war.

He chuckled, slinging the towel low on his hips as he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. ‘Worth it.’ He kissed her temple, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with their shared musk. She leaned into him for a moment, then pulled away with a playful swat to his chest

Daisy giggled, the sound light and breathless, her cheeks still flushed from their shower escapades. ‘You're a dickhead,’ she gestured to the bed, where the mattress sagged unevenly on its broken frame, sheets twisted like they'd been through a storm,

Cassian grinned, his eyes raking over her towel-clad form, the way it hugged her damp skin and barely concealed the curves he'd spent the night worshiping. He tugged at the towel around her, teasing the edge where it met her thigh. ‘Mmm not what you were calling me before but okay. Just invest in something sturdier next time.’

‘Next time?’ She arched a brow, stepping back with a smirk, though her heart skipped at the implication. She wasn't used to guys like him, battle-hardened, confident, making her feel like the centre of the universe after one wild night, more used to younger guys who would have made more noise trying to sneak out without waking her up, than she had when they were fucking her. ‘Bold assumption, soldier.’

He watched her, towel still slung low, as she rummaged through her drawer. First, she slipped out of the towel, letting it pool at her feet, her naked body on full display, pert breasts with nipples still pebbled from the cool air, the smooth plane of her stomach leading down to the bare lips of her pussy, still slightly swollen from their hours of fucking. Cassian swallowed hard, his cock stirring despite the exhaustion. ‘Jesus, Daisy.’

She shot him a glance over her shoulder, unashamed, grabbing the pieces of her sheer black lounge set from the drawer. It was her go-to for lazy days, comfortable, the kind of thing that felt like wearing nothing. Starting with the bralette, she slid her arms through the thin spaghetti straps, the sheer mesh fabric whispering against her skin as she adjusted it over her breasts. The scalloped lace edges framed her C-cups perfectly, the transparent material doing little to hide the dark outlines of her areolas or the way her nipples pressed against it. It cropped high, exposing her taut midriff and the glint of her gold navel piercing, her abs flexing subtly as she reached back to hook it.

‘What? I’m just getting dressed, calm yourself you perv’ she teased, her voice laced with mischief.

Next came the matching shorts, high-cut and barely-there, the black lace panels sheer enough to hint at the curve of her ass and the shadow between her thighs. She stepped into them, wiggling her hips to pull them up, the low-rise waistband settling snugly on her hips, the ruffled trim brushing her skin like a lover's touch.

Cassian busied himself then, tearing his eyes away to gather his clothes from the floor where they'd been discarded in last night's frenzy. His jeans were crumpled near the foot of the bed, his t-shirt balled up beside them, hastily stripped off in his urgency to get inside her. He shook them out, the faint scent of her perfume clinging to the fabric, and pulled on the boxer briefs first, then the jeans, zipping them up over his semi-hard length with a grimace. The t-shirt followed, stretching across his broad chest and the defined lines of his arms, marked with faint scars from his time in the field.

But when he straightened and looked up, catching sight of Daisy fully in her lounge set, he let out a deep groan, running a hand over his face. ‘Fuck, you're killing me here! How am I supposed to leave and go on with my life when you look like that?’

His gaze devoured her, the way the bralette clung to her breasts, one strap slipping slightly off her shoulder to expose more of her sun-kissed olive skin; the shorts hugging her hips and riding up to showcase the firm roundness of her ass, her long legs endless in the morning light. Her wavy dark hair, still damp and tousled, framed her face, those almond-shaped eyes sparkling with heavy-lidded allure, full lips curved in a pout that begged to be kissed.

Daisy grinned cheekily, turning to face him fully, her weight shifting to one hip in an S-curve that thrust her chest forward and arched her back just so. She gripped the hem of the bralette lightly, tugging it up a fraction to flash more of her underboob, her fingers brushing her thigh as she winked. ‘Just gonna have to use that restraint you soldiers are supposed to work so hard on. Come on, Cassian, you've faced worse than a girl in lounge wear. Or have I broken you already?’

He barked a laugh, shaking his head as he bent to snag his socks and boots from the corner. ‘You're a fucking nightmare, you know that? I’m trying to do the responsible thing and leave before I bend you over that dresser and fucking break that aswell.’

He yanked on the socks, then laced up his boots with quick, efficient tugs, the leather creaking softly. His hair, wet from the shower, hung in dark strands around his face; he gathered it back, twisting it into a messy man bun, securing it with a band from his wrist. The look suited him, rugged, effortlessly sexy, like he could command a battlefield or a bedroom with equal ease.

‘Nightmare? Me?’ Daisy feigned innocence, padding closer in her bare feet, the lounge set shifting with each step, the sheer fabric teasing glimpses of her body. ‘I’m a delight!.’ She reached out, straightening the collar of his t-shirt, her nails, long and almond-shaped in neutral polish, grazing his collarbone. ‘There. Now you look almost presentable. Almost.’

Cassian caught her wrist, pulling her in for a quick, hard kiss, his free hand settling on the small of her back where the shorts dipped low. ‘Keep touching me, and presentable goes out the window quickly.’ He released her reluctantly, grabbing his phone from the nightstand to check the time.

Daisy hummed out a teasing moan, a soft smile playing on her lips as she led the way out of the bedroom, her hips swaying naturally in the lounge set. The hallway and staircase was dimmer, morning sun filtering through a small window at the end, casting warm stripes across the hardwood floor. Cassian's leather jacket lay abandoned in a heap on the hallway floor shoved off in the heat of the moment last night when they'd stumbled through the door, lips locked, hands everywhere, too desperate to make it to the bed right away.

He scooped it up as they passed, shaking off the dust and shrugged it on. The scent of aged leather mixed with the faint trace of her on it, stirring memories of her nails raking his back through the fabric before it hit the floor.

At the bottom of the stairs, Daisy paused in the living room doorway. She turned to him, leaning against the counter, her pose casual but still alluring, the bralette's straps slipping again as she crossed her arms under her breasts. ‘You want a drink or anything? Coffee? Water?’

Cassian leaned in the doorway, his eyes tracing the lines of her body one last time, the way the lounge shorts rode up her thighs, the subtle flex of her abs as she shifted. He shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. ‘No, I'm good, thanks. Probably should be heading off before I strip you again and forget my own name. You've already got me questioning my priorities.’

Daisy smirked up at him, her full lips curving in that wicked way that had hooked him from the start. She padded across the cool tile floor of the entryway, her bare feet silent, the sheer black lounge set shifting with each step, the bralette's lace edges teasing the undersides of her breasts, the shorts clinging to the sway of her hips. The morning light from windows bathed her in a soft glow, highlighting the damp waves of her hair cascading over one shoulder and the faint flush still colouring her cheeks from their earlier exertions.

They both knew exactly what this was: a scorching one-night stand that had spilled into a morning of unrelenting passion, no strings attached, no commitments looming. Just two bodies colliding in raw need, scratching an itch that left them both sated but buzzing. No numbers exchanged, no last names whispered, just Cassian and Daisy, strangers turned lovers for a fleeting, unforgettable blaze.

As he reached for the doorknob and pulled the front door open, letting in a rush of fresh September air laced with the scent of dew-kissed grass, she closed the distance between them. The porch stretched out beyond, wooden steps leading down to the quiet street where his truck waited, engine still cooling from the drive over last night.

Cassian stepped across the threshold onto the doorstep, the slight elevation putting her just a bit closer to his eye level, though the height difference between them still made her tilt her chin up to meet his gaze. He turned back to her, that easy grin spreading across his stubbled jaw, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners.

‘Well, thanks for... everything,’ he said, his voice low and rough, laced with the gravel of satisfaction.

He let the words hang, encompassing the frantic undressing in the hallway, the bed-shattering fucks that echoed through the house, the shower where he'd pinned her against the tiles and made her come undone again. Daisy leaned against the door frame now, crossing her arms under her chest to push her breasts up slightly against the sheer fabric, her nipples visible as dark peaks through the mesh. She grinned back, wide and unapologetic, her almond eyes sparkling with mischief.

‘Think I should be the one thanking you,’ she shot back, her tone playful but edged with heat. ‘Taught me a very valuable life lesson about older guys.’ She winked, slow and deliberate, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip as memories flashed, his strong hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide as he thrust deep, showing her exactly how experience could unravel her.

Cassian chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest like distant thunder, his gaze dropping briefly to her mouth before flicking back up. He shifted his weight, the leather jacket creaking over his arm.

‘Yeah, well... still think you should let me give you something for the bed,’ he insisted, his free hand already dipping into the pocket of his jeans, fingers brushing the worn edge of his wallet. The offer was half-serious, born from that soldier's sense of responsibility, even if their night had been anything but calculated.

Before he could pull it out, Daisy's hand shot up, slapping lightly against his chest, right over the firm muscle beneath his t-shirt, feeling the steady thump of his heart. ‘No! It's fine!’ she exclaimed, her palm lingering for a beat, nails scraping gently through the fabric. Her touch sent a jolt straight to his groin, but she shook her head firmly, blonde strands swaying. ‘Seriously, don't even think about it.’

He paused, wallet halfway out, and sighed, the exhale warm against her face as he leaned in closer. ‘You sure? I mean, that frame didn't stand a chance. Least I could do is cover the damage.’ His eyes searched hers, a mix of amusement and genuine concern flickering there, his thumb absently rubbing the edge of the leather in his other hand.

Daisy rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with a smile, her hand still flat on his chest, pushing just enough to keep some space between them. ‘Cassian, you're not spending the night with me, fucking me within an inch of my life and then giving me money for it, okay? Not quite the line of work I'm in.’ She arched a brow, her voice teasing but pointed, drawing a clear line in the sand.

He rumbled a deep laugh then, the vibration traveling through her palm, and held his hands up in mock surrender, wallet sliding back into his pocket untouched. ‘Fair enough,’ he conceded, his grin widening to show a flash of white teeth. But his eyes darkened with that lingering hunger as he added, ‘But you know, if you're ever in the bar again when I'm home, I'll buy you a drink. Make it up to you that way.’

The words were casual, but the undercurrent promised more, another round of shots leading to shots of something far more intimate. Daisy, still propped against the door frame, wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, her body language loose and inviting in the lounge set that left so little to the imagination. The sheer panels caught the breeze, fluttering lightly against her skin.

‘Seems like you buying me drinks is the reason my bed's broken in the first place,’ she quipped, her voice dropping to a husky purr. She remembered the bar last night, the dim lights, his broad shoulders at the counter, the way one too many shots of tequila had turned into them making out right there at the bar, before they bolted out of there.

Cassian grinned down at her, the height gap more pronounced now with her on the raised doorstep and him a step below, but it only amplified the pull between them. He didn't hesitate, his arm snaked around her waist in a swift motion, dragging her flush against his body. Daisy gasped, a sharp intake of breath as her soft curves moulded to his hard planes, her hands flying up to brace against his chest, fingers splaying over the warmth of his t-shirt. The sudden closeness reignited the spark, her pussy clenching with a fresh throb at the feel of him, solid, unyielding, like he could lift her right there and fuck her against the door.

His big hand slid down without shame, palming one firm cheek of her ass through the thin shorts, squeezing hard enough to make her arch into him, the lace digging into her skin. He leaned down, closing the distance, and captured her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, sliding in hot and demanding, tasting the mint from her toothpaste mixed with the salt of their earlier sweat. It was possessive, like the night hadn't been enough to sate his need for her, his free hand tangling in her damp hair to tilt her head just so.

Daisy kissed him back with equal fire, her tongue tangling with his, sucking lightly as a little spark shot straight through her core, making her clit pulse with renewed ache. The idea of making out with her one-night stand on the doorstep, as she was essentially kicking him out, only fuelled the thrill, her nipples hardening against his chest, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

He pulled away slowly, their breaths mingling, his forehead resting against hers for a moment. ‘Well then,’ he mumbled against her mouth, voice gravelly and low, lips brushing hers with each word, ‘maybe I'll make it up to you by fucking you on a different piece of furniture till it crumbles.’

A soft whimper escaped her before she could stop it, her body betraying the heat his words stirred, visions of him bending her over the kitchen counter, pounding into her until wood splintered. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hide the sound, but a smile split through anyway, bright and breathless. Leaning up on her toes, she pecked him quickly on the mouth, her hands giving his chest a firm shove to create space.

‘Don't make promises you can't keep, soldier,’ she warned, though her eyes danced with challenge, her ass still tingling from his grip.

Cassian chuckled again, the sound warm and reluctant as he finally stepped back down onto the porch steps, putting real distance between them. His boots thudded softly on the wood, jacket now slung over his shoulder properly. ‘I'll see you 'round, Daisy,’ he said, his gaze holding hers one last time, intense and lingering. ‘Take care of yourself, yeah?’

She smiled from the doorway, arms crossed loosely now, the lounge set rumpled from his touch. ‘You too! Try not to get yourself killed out there, it'd be an awful shame.’ Her words carried a teasing lilt, but underneath was a flicker of something real, a nod to the dangers he faced that she'd only glimpsed in the scars on his body last night.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Four (Part 3)

Cassian stayed hilted inside her, his broad chest rising and falling against hers, feeling the subtle tremors ripple through her core as she came down. A low, affectionate chuckle rumbled from his throat, vibrating through both of them, his lips curving into a smug, satisfied grin at the sight of her so blissed out, utterly ruined by him.

‘Fuck, look at you,’ he murmured, voice husky and warm, laced with genuine admiration. ‘Completely fucked out, baby. My little slut, shaking like that.’

He released her wrists at last, the red marks from his grip blooming faintly on her skin and brought one big hand up to stroke through her tousled hair, fingers threading gently, almost tenderly, as he pushed a few sweat-dampened strands off her forehead.

‘Good girl,’ he praised softly, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her temple, his breath hot against her ear. ‘Took that cock so well. Came so hard for me, didn't you? That's my girl, giving me everything.’

Daisy whimpered faintly at the words, a tiny smile tugging at her parted lips even with her eyes still closed, the praise sinking into her like warm honey, making her chest swell with a fuzzy sense of accomplishment. But she didn't respond, too lost in the delirium to do more than hum softly, her body arching just a fraction into his touch.

Cassian lingered there a moment longer, savouring the way her pussy clenched sporadically around his shaft, still creamy and hot from her orgasm. Then, with deliberate slowness, he started to pull out, inch by thick inch, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls in a way that made her gasp sharply, her hips twitching involuntarily.

‘Easy, baby,’ he soothed, voice low and commanding as he watched her face, her brows furrowing at the sudden emptiness. He eased out fully with a wet pop, her cream coating his length in a glossy sheen, and she let out a needy whine, her thighs pressing together instinctively at the loss.

He crawled back off the bed then, the mattress dipping as he stood, towering over her sprawled form with that predatory gleam in his eyes. Daisy finally started to come back to reality, her eyelids fluttering open as the fog lifted just enough for her to focus. She propped herself up on her elbows, chest heaving, and looked up at him, really looked, and holy shit, she couldn't believe how fucking hot he was. She'd known he was built from the way his shirt had strained over his shoulders at the bar, from the feel of his arms pinning her, he was a goddamn masterpiece. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, ink peeking from under his sleeves, that raw, masculine power radiating off him like heat.

Cassian kicked off his boots first, one after the other thudding to the floor, then peeled off his socks with quick efficiency, his gaze never leaving her as she watched, mesmerized.

‘Like what you see, pretty girl?’ he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed her wide-eyed stare. He grabbed the back of his T-shirt over his shoulders, yanking it up and over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside to reveal his toned, muscled chest, chiselled pecs dusted with dark hair, abs rippling with every breath, tattoos snaking across his ribs and down one arm like war paint on a warrior. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat from their fucking, making the lines of his body stand out even more sharply.

Daisy's breath caught in her throat, her eyes raking over him hungrily, from the V of muscle disappearing into his jeans to the way his biceps flexed as he dropped the shirt. She bit her lip, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly despite the exhaustion. God, he was so manly, so fucking sexy, built like he could break her in half and put her back together again. And she'd bagged him? Even if it was just for one wild night, a surge of inner pride swelled in her chest, making her feel powerful in her vulnerability.

‘Cassian,’ she breathed, voice raspy and awed, propping herself higher on the bed. ‘You're... fuck, you're incredible. For a guy getting on a bit anyway’ She grinned cheekily.

He chuckled again, deeper this time, stepping closer to the bed as his hands went to his jeans. The rustle of the denim the only sound, shoving his jeans down his thick thighs along with his boxers in one rough push, kicking them off to pool at his feet. His cock still slick with her cream, veins pulsing along the length as he straightened up fully naked, all that raw power on display. Without hesitation, he wrapped one big hand around his shaft, pumping slowly from base to tip, smearing her arousal over himself in lazy strokes that made the head glisten even more.

‘See this?’ he growled, voice dropping an octave, eyes locked on hers as he jerked himself off right there at the foot of the bed. ‘That’s the cock of a guy that’s getting on a bit, all coated in your cum, Daisy. That cock had that bratty little mouth begging and screaming didn’t it?’

Daisy nodded fervently, her gaze fixed on his hand moving over his cock, the way it throbbed in his grip, her pride mixing with fresh arousal as she whispered, ‘Yeah... God, yes, it felt so fucking good.’

He paused at the edge of the mattress, his dark eyes raking over Daisy's sprawled, flushed body, taking in the way her full breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, her nipples stiff and begging for more attention, and the mess between her thighs where her pussy lips remained swollen and parted from their rough fucking.

'Look at you,' he murmured, his voice a deep rumble laced with satisfaction and fresh hunger. 'We're not done yet, sweetheart. Not by a long shot.'

Daisy lay there, her skin prickling under his gaze, a lazy smile tugging at her lips as she felt the cool air tease her exposed folds. Her body ached in the best way, thighs sticky and quivering, but the submissive thrill buzzing through her veins made her crave whatever command came next. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, biting her lower lip as he leaned over her, his large hand reaching down to hook his fingers into the thin strap of her black lace thong. The delicate fabric had been shoved roughly to the side during their frenzy, now soaked through and clinging obscenely to the curve of her hip and the slick juncture of her thighs.

'Lift your hips up for me,' Cassian ordered, his tone firm and unyielding, tugging lightly at the lace to punctuate his words. His free hand braced on the bed beside her, his body heat radiating toward her like a promise of more dominance to come.

'Yes, Sir,' Daisy breathed out immediately, her voice soft and obedient, laced with that breathy cheekiness that made his cock twitch back to life.

She didn't hesitate, planting her bare feet flat on the mattress, heels digging into the rumpled sheets for leverage. Her muscles tensed as she arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed in a slow, deliberate motion. Her thighs parted slightly in the process, giving him an even clearer view of her glistening pussy, the lips puffy and inviting, a thin trail of her own cream trickling down toward her ass. She held the position, her core tightening with the effort, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way, her heavy breasts shifting with the arch of her spine.

'Good girl,' Cassian praised, his voice dropping lower, rough with approval as he steadied her raised hip with one broad palm, his fingers splaying possessively over her soft skin.

The touch sent a shiver racing up her spine, and she let out a small, needy whimper. He slid the damp thong down her thighs inch by inch, the lace dragging against her sensitive flesh, peeling away from where it stuck to her wetness. The cool fabric contrasted sharply with the heat of her body, making her squirm just a fraction, but she kept her hips elevated, obedient to his command. As it reached her knees, he didn't stop, easing it past her calves and over her ankles with careful tugs, the material whispering against her skin until he finally yanked it free and tossed it carelessly to the floor, where it landed in a crumpled, soaked heap.

But he wasn't satisfied yet. His eyes flicked down to the green boob tube that had been yanked down earlier in their passion, now bunched awkwardly around her waist like a twisted belt.

'This too,' he growled, his fingers gripping the hem of the tube top.

With her hips still lifted, he pulled downward, the green material catching on the plump curves of her ass cheeks. He tugged firmly, watching intently as her flesh yielded and then sprang back, the fabric scraping lightly over her skin and sending tingles racing through her.

'Fuck, your ass is perfect,' he muttered, his breath hot as he worked the tube down, inch by torturous inch.

The material dragged over the full rounds of her cheeks, bunching briefly before he yanked harder, exposing more of her bare skin. Daisy's breath hitched at his words, her pussy clenching emptily as she imagined it, his big hand coming down on her flesh, marking her as his. She held her position, thighs trembling now from the strain, but the ache only fuelled her arousal, making her feel deliciously owned.

'Keep still,' he commanded when she shifted slightly, his voice sharpening just enough to make her freeze. The green fabric sliding down her thighs, over her knees, and along her calves, the sensation making her skin erupt in goosebumps. Her ass lowered slightly as he maneuvered it past the widest part, but she lifted again instinctively when he shot her a warning look. Finally, he slipped the tube off her feet, flinging it aside to join the thong on the floor. Now she was utterly naked, her body laid bare before him, curves on full display, from the dip of her waist to the flare of her hips, her full tits heaving with each pant, faint red marks blooming on her skin where he'd gripped her earlier.

Daisy exhaled shakily as she lowered her hips back to the bed, the mattress cradling her naked form like an invitation. She sprawled there for a moment, legs falling open naturally, her slick pussy on view, still pulsing with residual pleasure.

'All yours, baby' she whispered, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and spark, her voice husky from their earlier moans.

Cassian's gaze darkened, a predatory smile curling his lips as he took in the sight of her completely stripped and ready. 'Damn right you are,' he replied, his tone possessive and rough.

He planted one knee on the edge of the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight, his muscular thigh flexing as he loomed over her once more. His hand wrapped around his slick cock, fingers encircling the thick base where her cream still coated him in a shiny sheen. He began stroking himself with slow, deliberate pumps, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the room as blood surged through his shaft, making it swell and harden fully under his grip. The head flushed dark, beading with fresh precum that he smeared down the length with each pass.

'Get on your knees,' he ordered, his voice a gravelly demand that left no room for debate, eyes boring into hers as he fisted his cock harder, the veins standing out along the girth.

A grin spread across Daisy's face, wide and playful, followed by a light, giddy giggle that bubbled up from her chest, the sound breathless and full of eager anticipation. Her eyes sparkled with heat as she pushed herself up, shuffling across the rumpled sheets onto her hands and knees until she was positioned in front of him. Her knees sank into the mattress, back arching deeply to present her ass high in the air, the cheeks parting just enough to tease a glimpse of her puckered hole and the wetness below. With a quick, flirtatious flick, she tossed her dark hair over her right shoulder, twisting her upper body to look back at him over her left shoulder. Her gaze met his, full of sultry invitation, lips parted as she caught her breath. Then, with deliberate slowness, she gave her ass a teasing wiggle, the plump flesh bouncing enticingly, her pussy lips shifting and glistening between her thighs as she taunted him.

'Like this, baby?' she asked, her voice a soft, teasing lilt, the giggle lingering in her tone as she held his stare, wiggling again for emphasis.

Cassian eyed her positioned ass with a hungry stare, his thick cock twitching in anticipation as he moved forward. The bed dipped under his weight as he climbed on behind her, settling onto his knees, the mattress compressing beneath his powerful thighs. His hands reached out first, gripping her hips firmly to steady her, thumbs pressing into the soft skin just above her waist, exposed and waiting. Without hesitation, he reared back and brought his palm down hard on her right ass cheek, the sharp crack resounding through the room like a whip. Her flesh jiggled from the impact, turning a bright pink almost immediately.

'Fuck yes, exactly like that,' he growled, his voice low and rough, laced with approval as he watched the mark bloom on her skin.

Daisy yelped at the sting, the sound sharp and surprised, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she bit down on her lower one, loving the heat spreading through her. She was already leaning forward on her forearms, elbows dug into the sheets, which arched her back into a perfect curve, her ass lifted high, pussy glistening and open for him. The position made her heavy breasts sway beneath her, nipples hard and brushing the fabric with each breath.

'Fuck, do it again, baby,' she moaned out, her voice breathy and teasing, pushing her hips back just a fraction to invite more.

Cassian chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling from his chest like thunder, vibrating through the air between them. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin as one hand slid up to tangle lightly in her hair, holding her in place.

'Fuck, you like that, you little slut?' he growled, his tone dominant and mocking, before his hand came down again, harder this time, on the same cheek, the slap echoing louder, her ass rippling under the force. He watched the skin redden further, satisfaction flooding him at how she quivered, her body responding so eagerly to his control.

Daisy gasped sharply, the second slap sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her core, making her pussy clench emptily. She bit her lip harder, stifling a whine, but the smile lingered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

'Mmm, yeah, I do,' she admitted with a cheeky lilt, her voice muffled slightly against the pillow as she arched deeper, presenting herself fully. Her forearms flexed, holding her steady, the arch of her back emphasizing the curve of her spine down to her spread thighs.

He released her hair, both hands returning to her hips, fingers digging in possessively as he positioned himself right behind her. His cock, rock-hard and veined, bobbed heavily as he aligned it with her entrance, the swollen head brushing against her inner thighs first, smearing her wetness along his length.

'Such a dirty girl,' Cassian murmured, his voice thick with lust, one hand guiding his shaft now.

He dragged the head slowly through her glistening folds, parting them with deliberate pressure, coating himself in her slick arousal. The sensation was electric, her lips soft and swollen, clinging to the tip as he teased up and down, circling her clit briefly to make her hips jerk.

'Cassian... please,' Daisy whimpered, her voice needy, pushing back against the head of his dick, trying to capture it.

Her pussy throbbed, dripping more with each pass, the anticipation making her thighs tremble. She kept her back arched perfectly, forearms planted firm, ass high and inviting, the dual handprints throbbing warmly now. But he didn't warn her. Didn't ask if she was ready. With a firm grip on her hip, his large hand nearly spanning her small waist, Cassian thrust forward suddenly, taking her in one insistent push. His cock sank deep, the majority of his thick length burying inside her tight heat with a wet, obscene slide. He didn't bottom out, holding back just enough to let her feel the stretch without overwhelming her yet, but the girth filled her completely, her walls stretching around him like a vice.

Daisy cried out, her body rocking forward on her forearms from the abrupt invasion, a mix of shock and bliss flooding her.

'Oh shit, yes!' she gasped, her pussy fluttering wildly around his shaft, adjusting to the burn of his size.

She panted, biting her lip again, but the smile crept back as pleasure overtook the initial sting. Cassian groaned low in his throat, the sound primal as he felt her clench around him, hot and slick.

'So fucking tight,' he muttered, his hands swallowing her hips entirely, thumbs pressing into her lower back to hold her steady.

He didn't give her time to adjust, didn't let her settle around his invading cock. Instead, he pulled back almost to the tip, watching her lips drag along his length, reluctant to release him, then thrust forward again, steady and controlled. Not too hard, not slamming into her with brutal force yet, but with purpose, each drive seating him deeper into her welcoming pussy.

From this angle behind her, the view was mesmerizing. Cassian groaned again, eyes fixed on where they joined, his thick cock gliding in and out, shiny with her cream, her pussy lips hugging him beautifully on each retreat, stretched taut and pink around his girth. He picked up the rhythm, hands gripping her hips like handles, pulling her back to meet him halfway.

'Fuck baby,' he rasped, voice dominant and rough. 'That's it, take that fucking cock, Daisy.'

Her ass cheeks bounced perfectly with each thrust, the soft flesh quivering as she moved her hips instinctively, bouncing back against him to deepen the connection. The slaps of skin on skin started to fill the room, mingling with her heavy breaths and the wet sounds of him fucking into her. Daisy moaned loudly, the sounds pouring from her mouth unchecked, panting and gasping as she just took him, her body surrendering to the pace. She loved how he took control, the way his dominance made her feel claimed, but she couldn't resist adding her cheeky edge.

'Mmm, yes, baby, love how you fuck that little pussy,' she moaned out between thrusts, her voice high and playful, hips grinding back harder to chase the friction.

Cassian thrust deeper on the next stroke, not slamming but firm, his balls drawing up tight at her words. 'Yeah? This little pussy's mine now,' he growled, one hand sliding up to slap her ass lightly again, just to feel it jiggle under his palm. 'Bounce back on it, show me how much you want this dick.'

He watched transfixed as her cheeks rippled with the motion, her pussy gripping and releasing him rhythmically, milking his length with every glide. The heat built between them, her arousal dripping down his shaft, easing the way as he drove in steadily.

Daisy whined softly, her moans turning breathier, more desperate, but still laced with that teasing lilt. 'Fuck, it's so good…deeper, baby… yes give it to me,' she panted, arching her back even more, forearms sliding forward on the sheets as she pushed back eagerly.

Her pussy clenched around him, the sensation of being filled so completely making her thighs quiver, breaths coming in heavy pants that synced with his rhythm. She took every thrust like she was made for it, ass bouncing perfectly, the pink marks from his slaps adding to the raw intensity.

Cassian moaned out, his voice breaking into a groan as he watched himself disappear inside her over and over, the sight fuelling him. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back harder now, the thrusts gaining just a hint more power but still measured, building the tension.

She responded with another cheeky moan, her body rocking with his, pussy fluttering wildly. 'Mmm, yeah. Don't stop fucking me like that,' Daisy breathed, her voice husky, loving the way he owned her while she teased back, the perfect mix of submission and fire.

Cassian gripped Daisy's hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her from behind, his thick cock plunging deep into her soaked pussy with relentless force. The bed creaked under them, the frame protesting each powerful thrust as his hips slammed against her ass. Her thick cheeks ricocheted with every impact, the soft, plump flesh jiggling wildly, sending ripples across her skin that made his blood run hotter. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, sharp and rhythmic, echoing off the walls and blending with Daisy's unrestrained moans, high-pitched and breathy, spilling from her lips as she rocked back to meet him. He kept that dominant edge sharp, his palm coming down sporadically on her ass, each spank landing with a crack that made her yelp and clench around his shaft.

'Fuck, that's it, such a good little slut for me,' he growled between thrusts, his voice rough and commanding, watching the fresh red handprints bloom on her pale skin.

Daisy moaned louder, her forearms braced against the mattress, back arched deep as she pushed her ass higher, letting him bury himself to the hilt. Her pussy gripped him tight, slick walls fluttering with every withdrawal and plunge, her arousal coating his length and dripping down her thighs.

'Mmm, yes…harder, Cass please!,' she panted, her voice laced with that cheeky fire he craved, even as her body surrendered to his pace.

He spanked her again, harder this time, the sting making her gasp and buck back against him. 'Good slut, keep moaning for me. Show me how much you need this dick stretching you out.'

His thrusts picked up speed, hips snapping forward with more power, the slap of his pelvis against her ass growing louder, more insistent. He watched mesmerized as his cock disappeared into her over and over, her pussy lips dragging along his girth, hugging him greedily. But then Daisy twisted her head slightly, glancing back over her shoulder with a sly, teasing grin, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with mischief.

'Mmm, look at you watching it, baby,' she purred between moans, her voice playful and taunting as she clenched around him deliberately. 'Mmm, can big bad soldier man Cassian not handle a bit of teen pussy without getting obsessed?'

The words hit him like a spark to dry tinder. As much as he loved her cheekiness, that fiery spark that set her apart, it snapped something primal inside him. He'd taken control earlier, slapped her ass a bit, but now he wanted to own her completely, to erase that smirk and make damn sure she knew what a real man could do to her body, her mind, her everything. A deep, rumbling grunt escaped his throat, raw and animalistic, and he stopped thrusting abruptly, his cock throbbing deep inside her as he held still.

In one swift motion, Cassian reached forward, his fingers weaving through the hair at the nape of her neck from underneath, gripping a fistful tight. He yanked hard, pulling her head back with unyielding force. Daisy's body lifted off the mattress in response, her upper back slamming against the hard planes of his broad chest, her spine arching into a perfect bow. Her ass stayed pressed flush against his hips, his cock buried to the root inside her clenching pussy, the sudden shift making her gasp sharply. His other hand abandoned her hip, sliding up to grab one of her full tits roughly, squeezing the soft mound and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Daisy's hands shot back instinctively, her fingers digging into the thick muscle of his bicep for support, nails scraping his skin as she cried out, a mix of surprise and sharp pleasure.

'Ah Cassian!' she yelped, her body trembling in his hold, pussy fluttering wildly around his unmoving length.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, hot breath fanning her skin as he growled low and dangerous. 'Listen, you little bitch, right now, I own this pussy, okay? If I wanna watch myself split you open, then you will lie there with your mouth shut and just take it. Understand?'

His voice was a commanding rumble, laced with steel that brooked no argument, his fingers tightening in her hair just enough to make her scalp tingle. Daisy panted heavily, her chest heaving against his arm, whines slipping from her throat as the dominance washed over her. Her eyes widened at the sheer force in his tone, a thrill of fear and excitement twisting in her gut. He rutted into her shallowly then, just a single, teasing grind of his hips, his cock shifting inside her, pressing against her walls. At the same time, he pinched her nipple hard, twisting it until she arched further with a breathy moan.

'Oh god…yes,' she whimpered, her voice shaky, nodding her head as best she could in his iron grip.

Cassian grunted in approval, the sound deep and satisfied. 'Good girl.'

But he wasn't done asserting himself. He leaned forward suddenly, shoving her face back down into the bed with a firm push, her cheek pressing firmly against the rumpled sheets. He held her head there, his hand still tangled in her hair, keeping her pinned while his body loomed over hers. The hand that had been on her tit now fisted into the mattress beside her head, his arm flexing as he braced himself up, muscles bulging with the effort.

'Now, you are going to stay down like this and do as you're fucking told,' he snarled, his voice dripping with authority, breath hot against the back of her neck. 'You're gonna take this cock however I want to give it to you, and the only words out of that little slut mouth are gonna be 'thank you'. Got it?'

Daisy whimpered softly, her body quivering beneath him, nodding frantically against the bedding as much as his hold allowed. Her pussy was basically dribbling now, arousal leaking out around his cock, soaking the sheets, but her heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and raw need. She'd never been handled like this before, never had a man take her so completely, so roughly, and while part of her thrilled at the edge of it, the unknown sent a shiver of uncertainty through her.

'Y-yes...' she managed, her voice muffled and obedient, a small whine escaping as she clenched around him.

Cassian let out a primal grunt, guttural and fierce, and gave her head one quick, final shove deeper into the bed, pressing her cheek harder into the fabric before releasing her hair entirely. He straightened up behind her, his broad frame towering once more, hands returning to her hips with a bruising grip. Without another word, he started thrusting again, pulling back and slamming forward with renewed vigor, his cock spearing into her pussy deep and hard, the rhythm picking up where it left off but with an even fiercer edge.

Cassian straightened fully behind Daisy, his powerful thighs flexing as he gripped her hips with both hands, fingers sinking into the soft give of her flesh hard enough to leave marks. He pulled back slowly at first, his thick cock dragging out of her slick pussy with a wet, obscene drag, her inner walls clinging to every inch like they didn't want to let go. Then, without warning, he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The force rocked her body forward, her face pressing deeper into the rumpled sheets, muffling the sharp cry that escaped her lips. He didn't give her a moment to adjust, started pounding into her hard and fast, his hips snapping against her ass with relentless power, each collision sending her thick cheeks jiggling and rippling outward.

Daisy's face stayed buried in the bed just as he'd commanded, her cheek squished against the damp fabric, auburn hair splayed out wildly around her head. She didn't utter a single word, her mouth opening only to let out those loud, whiny moans that vibrated through her chest and into the mattress, high and needy, drawn out with every deep plunge of his cock. 'Mmmph... ahhh...'

The sounds were raw, uninhibited, her body surrendering completely to his dominance, and it drove him wild. Her submissive obedience had his cock rock hard inside her, throbbing with a fierce pulse against her clenching walls, the heat of her pussy milking him greedily as if begging for more punishment.

Her pussy was a dripping, sloppy mess now, arousal leaking out in thick rivulets that soaked his balls and trailed down her inner thighs. Every time Cassian slid into her, there was that unmistakable wet squelching sound, loud and filthy, like her body was made to take him and announce it to the world. The slickness made his thrusts even smoother, deeper, his girth stretching her wide with each invasion, her folds parting around him visibly as he watched from above. He could feel every twitch, every flutter of her inner muscles gripping him tighter when he bottomed out, her body betraying just how much she craved this, how the rough handling lit her up from the inside, making her drip even more, her ass pushing back instinctively even as she kept her upper body pinned down.

He was lost in the primal rhythm, just letting out low, guttural grunts with each powerful drive forward, deep rumbles from his chest that matched the slap of skin on skin. 'Nngh... fuck...'

He felt her clenching around him harder, her pussy spasming in response to the dominance, the way she yielded without question. It was intoxicating, knowing he had her like this, broken down to pure instinct, her body loving every second of being owned, even if her mind raced with that edge of nervousness. Her whines grew louder, more desperate, her fingers twisting into the sheets as she braced herself, but she stayed silent otherwise, obedient to his rules.

The room filled with the symphony of their fucking: the creak of the bedframe straining under his assault, the wet squelch of her pussy swallowing his cock over and over, the sharp smack of his hips against her ass, and those endless, whiny moans pouring from her buried face. Sweat beaded on his brow, trickling down his tattooed chest as he hammered into her, his muscles coiling and releasing with each thrust, broad shoulders rolling with the effort. He watched the way her back arched perfectly, her spine dipping low to present her ass to him, the red handprints from earlier blooming brighter under the fresh impacts.

Then, with a particularly deep plunge that made her whole body jolt, Cassian grunted out, 'Fuck yes,' his voice rough and edged with satisfaction.

His right hand lifted from her hip, palm cracking down on her ass cheek hard, the slap echoing loud, leaving a fresh sting that made her yelp into the bed and her pussy clamp down like a vice around his throbbing length. The pain-pleasure mix had her moaning whinier than before, her hips twitching back to chase the sensation, but she kept her face down, submitting fully.

Not satisfied with the angle yet, Cassian shifted his weight, planting one foot flat on the bed beside her knee, his thigh muscle bulging as he bent his leg for leverage. The new position let him fuck into her rougher, deeper, his hips pistoning forward with even more force now, the angle hitting that spot inside her that made her whines turn into shuddering gasps. His hands returned to her hips, gripping tight and dragging her back to meet every thrust, pulling her onto his cock like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. Her ass slapped back against him harder, the ricochet more pronounced, her body jolting forward only to be yanked back again, the rhythm brutal and unyielding.

He grunted again, feeling her pussy squelch wetly around him, the sloppiness coating his shaft and balls, dripping onto the sheets below. Her whiny moans filled the air, muffled but insistent, her body trembling under the onslaught, clenching, fluttering, dripping, as she took every inch he gave her, loving the domination that had her heart racing and her core aching for release.

Cassian's gaze sharpened as he caught sight of Daisy's nails digging deep into the sheets, her knuckles whitening from the grip as her body rocked under his relentless thrusts. A low snarl rumbled from his throat, possessive and raw, the small act of her holding on like that sparking something feral in him. He wasn't about to let her have even that tiny bit of control. Leaning forward over her back, his chest brushing against her sweat-slicked skin, he reached down and snatched her wrists in one swift motion. His large hand clamped around both of them, yanking them up and pinning them together behind her back with an iron grip. The shift made her shoulders strain, her arms twisting just enough to arch her spine deeper, but he didn't stop fucking her, his hips kept snapping forward, his thick cock plunging in and out of her sloppy pussy with the same brutal rhythm, the wet squelch echoing louder now that her body was even more exposed to his force.

‘You're being such a good little fuck toy for me,’ he growled low, his voice thick with lust as he held her wrists tight, feeling her pulse racing under his fingers. The words hung in the air, dirty and commanding, and he emphasized them with a deep thrust that buried him fully inside her, his balls slapping against her clit.

Daisy let out a high, whiny sound at the restraint, her body jolting as she lost the balance her arms had provided. Without them to brace herself, her face buried even further into the bed, her cheek mashing against the damp sheets, auburn strands sticking to her flushed skin. The position forced her ass higher, her pussy clenching tighter around his throbbing shaft as he drove into her.

Her fingers, trapped in his hold on top of her other hand, instinctively wrapped around the back of his restraining hand, clinging desperately like it was her lifeline. Her nails bit into his skin, sharp little pricks that sent a jolt straight to his cock, making him throb harder inside her dripping heat.

With his free hand, Cassian reared back and brought it down hard on her ass cheek, the slap cracking sharp and loud, leaving a fresh red bloom across her pale skin. Daisy yelped into the mattress, the sound muffled but sharp, her body bucking forward from the sting.

But then, in a breathy, quiet moan that barely made it past the bedding, she whispered, ‘Thank you.’

The words hit him like a punch, her willing submission unravelling him completely. Cassian's eyes nearly rolled back in his head, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his chest as he felt her pussy flutter around him in response.

‘Fuck…’ he breathed, the sight and sound of her giving in so perfectly overwhelming him.

He didn't think he'd ever get over this, how she melted under his control, how she thanked him for the pain like it was a gift. It made his cock swell even thicker, pulsing with the need to claim her deeper.

‘Oh baby,’ he groaned out, his voice rough and edged with awe, and then he started fucking into her harder, his hips pistoning faster, each thrust slamming her forward only for him to yank her back by the wrists.

The bed creaked under the increased force, her ass rippling with every impact, her pussy making those filthy, wet sounds as it gripped and released him. He could feel her body surrendering fully now, no resistance, just pure acceptance as he used her like she was built for it.

The bedding muffled most of Daisy's moans, turning them into throaty, desperate hums that vibrated against the sheets as she let him take her completely. She was at his mercy, her world narrowed to the stretch of his cock filling her, the burn in her arms from the restraint, the way her clit throbbed with every slap of his body against hers. She didn't fight it, didn't want to, just surrendered, her whines growing needier with each passing second, her hips twitching back to meet him even as he controlled every movement.

After a short while of pounding into her like a madman, sweat dripping down his tattooed chest and onto her back, Cassian heard the shift in her sounds. Her moans changed, becoming more desperate, whinier, higher pitched and broken, like she was chasing something just out of reach. He noticed the way her pussy started constricting around him lightly, those subtle squeezes turning into rhythmic pulses that milked his length, her arousal flooding out even more, making everything slicker, hotter. He knew she was getting close again, that tight coil building in her core, her body trembling under him.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer himself, his balls drawing up tight, the pressure building at the base of his spine, he decided to make this one count for her, to push her over the edge just right. With a grunt, he released her wrists, her arms flopping limply for a moment before she could react. He reached forward quickly, his big hand sliding under her and  wrapping around her throat, fingers splaying across her delicate neck. He pulled her up off the bed in one fluid motion, her upper back arching against his broad chest, her spine bowing as he hauled her into him. His other hand dropped back to her hip, gripping hard to steady her as he kept driving his cock into her pussy, the angle shifting to hit even deeper now.

With his hold on her throat firm but controlled, Cassian tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes met his, wide and glassy with lust, her lips parted as he continued thrusting upward into her, his hips grinding against her ass. Daisy's moans were unrestricted now, spilling out loud and raw into the room- ‘Ah! Oh god... yes...'-bouncing off the walls until he tightened his fingers just enough to choke her, applying steady pressure that cut off most of the sound.

He watched intently as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent moan, her body shuddering against him as she struggled to draw in air. The vulnerability of it, the way she trusted him to control her breath, made his cock twitch violently inside her.

‘You're getting close again, baby,’ he grunted out, his lips pressing hot and rough against her temple, his breath ragged as he fucked her steadily. ‘I can feel it… pussy squeezing me so tight’

Daisy couldn't even respond, her throat trapped in his grip, but her hands flew back to clutch at his hips behind her, nails scraping over his skin as she held on, her body rocking with his thrusts. The desperation in her touch said it all, urging him on even as she gasped silently.

‘Tell me, Daisy,’ Cassian demanded, his voice low and commanding, laced with that dominant edge that made her shiver. ‘Tell me what you want. Beg for it, let me hear how bad you need it.’

He eased the pressure on her throat just enough for her to suck in a ragged inhale, her chest heaving as oxygen rushed back. The moment she could, she all but sobbed out the words, her voice breaking with need: ‘Please, Cassian... I'm gonna come... fuck, baby please‘

Satisfied with her desperate plea, the raw honesty in her broken tone sending a thrill through him, Cassian tightened his fingers again, not fully cutting off her airway, but enough to silence her, to make her focus on the sensations overwhelming her body. Her eyes fluttered, that silent moan stretching her lips wider as he pounded into her from below, his hand on her hip pulling her down onto every thrust.

‘Good girl,’ he praised, his voice a deep rumble against her ear, thick with approval and possession. ‘You’ve been so fucking goof for me, princess. Taking that cock so well, fuck, you're perfect like this. Come on, squeeze me harder... show me how much you love being mine.’

Cassian released his grip on Daisy's hip, letting her torso bow forward slightly under the force of his thrusts, her back arching as she strained against the hold he still had on her throat. His fingers stayed locked around her neck, applying that firm, choking pressure that kept her gasps shallow and desperate, her pulse hammering wildly against his palm. His weight still shifted, one foot firmly on the bed with his knee bent for leverage, allowing him to slam into her even harder from this angle, his hips driving forward with punishing force, his thick cock spearing deep into her soaked pussy, stretching her walls with every brutal plunge. The position made her ass jiggle more violently against him, her body rocking like a ragdoll in his control.

With his now-free hand, he dropped it straight to her front, his calloused fingers finding her swollen clit without hesitation. He started rubbing the little pearl in tight, precise circles, pressing just hard enough to send sparks of overstimulation shooting through her nerves. The dual assault, his cock pounding relentlessly and his fingers working her clit with expert flicks and pinches, pushed her right to the edge, her body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure bordered on pain.

Daisy's body tried to rebel, little pleas and whines bubbling up from her chest, but with Cassian's hand restricting her airway, all that escaped were pathetic, choked noises, soft, whimpering gurgles that sounded like she was begging through a filter of desperation. Her eyelids fluttered halfway closed, heavy with the haze of ecstasy, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, hot and threatening to spill over as the overstimulation built to an unbearable peak. She bounced back onto his cock instinctively, her hips grinding against him even as her pussy clenched tighter and tighter, gripping his shaft like a vice, milking him with every withdrawal and thrust.

‘That's it, baby,’ Cassian growled low, his voice rough and commanding, laced with that dark hunger that made her core throb. ‘You wanna come on this cock again? Wanna be a good slut for me and come all over me? Do it, Daisy, come for me, let me feel how good I've fucked you.’

He punctuated the words with a particularly deep slam, burying himself to the hilt, and then leaned in to press a soft, affectionate kiss to her temple. The tenderness contrasted sharply with the filth of their haze, his lips lingering warm against her sweat-damp skin, a gentle anchor in the storm of dominance.

The steady, hard drill of Cassian's big dick kept sliding into her, stretching her out wide before pulling back just enough to make her feel empty, only to fill her again with that girthy length. Combined with the relentless friction of his fingers on her clit, rubbing faster now, dipping down to spread her slick folds before circling back, he felt her inner walls flutter wildly around him.

 Daisy could sense that knot in her stomach tightening quickly, coiling sharper and more intense than before, a pressure that bordered on explosive. It was a sensation she'd only ever chased with her dildo, grinding against it in the dead of night, but this was real, overwhelming, amplified by his body owning hers completely.

Her hands fumbled against Cassian's hips behind her, fingers scrabbling for purchase, one second gripping his skin tight, nails scraping red lines, the next trying to push him away as the build-up turned frantic. The pressure mounted relentlessly, swelling until it felt like she might shatter, but with his hand still choking her throat, she couldn't force out the words. No warning, no 'I'm coming' or 'it's too much'-just those muffled, frantic whimpers vibrating against his palm, her body arching and twisting in silent plea.

Cassian had never done this to a girl before before; his cock was always too big, too demanding for him to fully unleash like this, or he'd been with older women who tensed up at the unfamiliar pressure, begging him to stop before it could crest. So as he drilled into Daisy, feeling her pussy clamp down on him like a fist, tighter than anything he'd ever experienced, he had no clue what was brewing inside her. He mistook her fumbling hands for resistance, thinking she'd finally hit her limit, that he was too much, too rough for her young body to handle.

‘Fuck, yes, don’t fight it, baby,’ he rasped, his breath hot against her ear, misunderstanding the desperation. ‘You can take it. You're mine to break.’

Then, without warning, Daisy's body went almost limp in his grasp, her muscles slackening for a split second as the tension peaked. Her hands stopped their push-pull, instead just clinging to him desperately, nails digging deep into his hips until it stung, drawing thin beads of blood. Her entire frame tensed rigid after that, every muscle locking up as the orgasm ripped through her. Her mouth dropped wide open in a silent scream, no air to fuel it, and her eyes rolled back in her head, whites flashing as ecstasy blinded her.

The clamp of her pussy around his cock turned vise-like, almost painful in its intensity, squeezing him so hard he grunted in surprise. Then, with a sudden gush, the pressure exploded, her walls pulsing wildly forced his cock out of her in one slick, involuntary shove, her arousal spraying out in hot, forceful jets. She squirted hard, the clear fluid arcing over her own trembling thighs and splashing across his legs, soaking the bed sheets beneath them in a warm, messy flood. Her body shook violently, convulsions wracking her from head to toe, her ass quivering as wave after wave hit.

Shocked by the sight and feel of it, her pussy contracting visibly, gushing like a fountain, Cassian didn't even register how his hold on her throat had loosened in the moment, his fingers slackening from the sheer surprise. The second air rushed back into her lungs, Daisy let out the rawest, filthiest moan-scream, a guttural wail that echoed off the bedroom walls:

‘Fuuuuck!’ It was primal, broken, laced with relief and overwhelming release.

‘Holy shit,’ Cassian moaned himself, his voice thick with awe and arousal as he felt her gush over him, the wet heat coating his cock and thighs.

The unexpected intensity pushed him closer to his own edge, his shaft throbbing painfully now that it was free from her grip. But he didn't stop, instead, he kept his fingers on her clit, rubbing harder and faster, slick with her release, forcing the orgasm to drag on.

‘That's my girl, fuck, look at you squirting all over me. Keep going, baby, keep fucking coming for me!’

Daisy thrashed in his arms, her body oversensitive now, every flick of his fingers sending jolts that were too much, too raw. ‘Cass, it's-ahh! Too much!’ she gasped out between sobs of pleasure, her voice hoarse from the choking, tears finally spilling down her cheeks as another spurt escaped her, drenching the sheets further.

Her legs buckled, but he held her up with one arm around her waist, his free hand merciless on her clit, drawing out every last tremor until she was a quivering, spent mess, her pussy fluttering emptily in the aftermath.

‘Shh, princess,’ he murmured, finally easing off, his fingers slowing to gentle strokes as he kissed her temple again, softer this time. ‘You did so good…fuck, that was incredible. My perfect little slut, coming like that for me.’

He was mesmerized, his cock still hard and slick between them, twitching at the sight of her wrecked state, but he held back, savouring the way she'd shattered so completely under him. Daisy's body trembled uncontrollably as the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced rippled through her, leaving her muscles quivering like jelly. Hot tears traced slow paths down her flushed cheeks, born from the sheer overwhelming force of her release, her chest heaving with ragged pants as she fought to catch her breath. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat that echoed in her ears, and she slumped back against Cassian's broad shoulder, her head lolling there in total surrender. He held her upright with one strong arm wrapped around her waist, his sweat-slicked chest pressing into her back, providing the only anchor in her post-climax haze.

'You did so good Daisy,' Cassian murmured into her ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble laced with genuine pride and lingering hunger. His breath was hot against her skin, stirring the damp strands of her dark wavy hair. He nuzzled closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, the words washing over her like a soothing balm amid the raw ache between her thighs.

Daisy could only let out soft, whimpering sounds in response, her body too spent to form coherent words just yet. Her eyelids fluttered erratically, heavy with exhaustion, as waves of fatigue crashed over her, making her limbs feel leaden and loose.

'Mmm... Cass...' she managed a faint whine, her voice hoarse and broken from all the screaming and choking earlier, her pussy still twitching emptily now that his cock had been forced out by her explosive release.

Cassian shifted carefully, his movements attentive and deliberate as he eased her down onto the bed, letting her collapse flat on her stomach. The cool sheets pressed against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, and she sighed in relief as the need to hold herself up vanished.

He hovered over her for a moment, his hands gentle on her sides as he made sure she was settled, then positioned himself above her. His palms fisted into the mattress on either side of her body, his muscular arms flexing with the effort to hold his weight off her completely. He nudged her legs together with his knees, bracketing her thighs between his own, kneeling astride them to trap her in place, her body pinned lightly under his dominance, intimate and inescapable.

Daisy's hands lay limp near her head, fingers splayed out on the damp sheets, her petite frame utterly pliant as he manhandled her into this new position. She didn't resist; she couldn't, not after what he'd just wrung from her. Her full tits squished against the bed, her fat ass slightly elevated from the way her hips rested, and she felt exposed, vulnerable, but safe in his control.

With a low grunt of satisfaction, Cassian slid his big hands under her hips, gripping the soft flesh there firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to lift her ass up a few inches off the mattress. The motion arched her lower back, presenting her to him anew, her soaked pussy lips glistening with her own squirt and arousal. He took the head of his thick cock, still rock-hard and slick from her juices, and dragged it slowly through her wet, sensitive folds. The broad tip nudged against her swollen clit first, then parted her lips, teasing the entrance without pushing in yet. The contact made Daisy shudder violently from head to toe, a fresh spark of overstimulation igniting in her core.

'Ahh...' she whimpered-moaned, the sound high and needy, her body jerking slightly under him as the friction sent tingles racing up her spine. Her inner walls clenched around nothing, aching for him despite the sensitivity, her clit throbbing under the light pressure.

Cassian leaned over her, his chest brushing her back as he lowered his mouth to press a soft kiss to her shoulder blade, his lips lingering on the salty skin there.

'I know, baby. You’ve done so well' he whispered, his voice husky with restraint, one hand still holding her hips steady while the other guided his cock. 'But I'm not finished with you yet. You're gonna take more, okay? Gonna fill this tight pussy again.'

Daisy let out a little whine, her face half-buried in the pillow, nodding weakly against the sheets. He reached forward, his fingers threading into her dark wavy hair at the nape of her neck, giving a soft tug, not the harsh yank from before, but affectionate, guiding her head to turn and look at him over her shoulder. The pull exposed the line of her neck, her tear-streaked cheek, and those big eyes that still held a glassy, blissed-out sheen. There was that dominant edge in the grip, a reminder of who was in charge, but tempered with care.

'Tell me, Daisy,' he commanded softly, his gaze locking onto hers, intense and unwavering. 'Tell me you're gonna take more of that cock. I wanna hear you say it.'

She whimpered again, her lips parting as she stared up at him from her prone position, her body pinned and ready. His face loomed above her, all sharp jawline and stubbled chin, those army-honed features softened just a fraction by the affection in his eyes.

'I can take it, Cass... fuck, please, I need it,' she pleaded, her voice a desperate whine, cracking with raw honesty. Her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more contact with his cock head still teasing her folds. 'Need you inside me again, please.'

'Good girl,' Cassian grunted out, the praise rumbling deep in his chest like thunder, sending a fresh shiver through her.

He held her eye contact, not breaking it for a second, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face, the way her brows furrowed in anticipation, her lips trembling. With his free hand, he guided the head of his cock back to her entrance, pressing it against the slick heat there. He didn't shove in brutally this time, but he wasn't exactly soft either, pushing forward with steady, insistent pressure, the thick girth stretching her open inch by inch. Her pussy, still fluttering from the orgasm, resisted at first, then yielded with a wet, welcoming suck, enveloping him in her tight warmth.

Daisy's eyes widened as he filled her, a gasp escaping her lips at the renewed stretch, her walls hugging every ridge and vein of his shaft.

'Oh... fuck Cassian' she moaned, her voice breathy and strained, tears pricking anew at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. She bit her lower lip, holding his gaze as he sank deeper, the sensation of being claimed again making her toes curl into the sheets.

'Yeah, that's it, look at me while I slide back in,' he growled, his hips rocking forward slowly but firmly, watching her face contort with pleasure-pain. 'Feel how your pussy's gripping me? You were made for this cock, baby.' He paused halfway, letting her adjust, his hand tightening slightly in her hair to keep her facing him. 'Tell me how it feels, tell me you love it stretching you.'

'It... it’s so full,' she whimpered, her voice hitching as he pushed another inch deeper, her body arching instinctively under him. 'Love it…love your cock stretching my pussy, Cass. Don't stop... please.' Her hands fisted the sheets near her head, knuckles white, as the burn of the intrusion melted into that delicious ache she craved.

Cassian groaned low, the sound vibrating through his chest to hers, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her submit so beautifully. 'Fuck, yes, keep those eyes on me. You're taking it so well.'

He thrust the rest of the way in with controlled force, bottoming out until his hips met her ass, his balls pressing against her thighs. The fullness made her cry out softly, her gaze never wavering from his, lost in the connection as he held her there, buried deep. Cassian braced his heavy, muscled frame above Daisy's petite body, his palms digging firmly into the mattress on either side of her torso to keep from crushing her under his weight. She lay sprawled on her stomach, her legs squeezed tight together between his powerful thighs as he straddled her hips, his knees pinning her in place. The position made her pussy even tighter around his thick cock, every inch of him buried deep inside her slick heat.

He wasn't slamming into her with brutal force, not yet, but he rolled his hips in deep, deliberate strokes, pocketing himself fully each time until his pelvis ground flush against the soft, jiggling flesh of her fat ass. The friction built slowly, intensely, his balls dragging against her closed thighs with every plunge, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room alongside their heavy breaths.

Daisy's moans spilled out unchecked, high and desperate, her face half-pressed into the pillow as her body rocked forward with each thrust.

'Oh god, Cass... yes, just like that,' she gasped, her voice muffled but needy, her fingers clawing at the sheets near her head.

The fullness of him stretching her from this angle sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her core, her oversensitive walls fluttering around his girth. She pleaded softly, her hips twitching up instinctively to meet him, even as exhaustion tugged at her limbs. 'Feels so good.'

He grunted low in response, the sound rumbling from his chest like a growl, his focus narrowing to the chase of his own release. Sweat beaded on his tattooed skin, trickling down the ridges of his abs as he rutted deeper, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her that made her whimper louder.

'Fuck, Daisy... your pussy's so tight,' he rasped, his voice rough with restraint, breath hot against the back of her neck.

He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, the pressure building in his balls as he slid in and out, savouring the way she clenched around him. She probably couldn't handle another orgasm right now, her body was still trembling from the last one, but if she tipped over again, he'd drag her through it, make her scream. For now, though, this was about him, about claiming every inch of her until he exploded.

In his mind, darker urges flickered: the temptation to shove her face down into the mattress, grab her hips bruisingly hard, and use her like his personal fuckhole, pounding relentlessly until he came, regardless of her limits. But he reined it in, jaw clenching as he fought the primal urge, opting for control instead. His hand released her hair, sliding down the curve of her spine before wrapping around her slender throat from behind. He didn't squeeze, not choking her fully, just applying enough pressure with his thumb and fingers to tilt her head back, arching her neck so her tear-streaked face tilted toward him. Her dark wavy hair tangled in his grip, and he leaned over her, his chest brushing her back as he locked eyes with her, watching the submission in her gaze.

'Look at me while I fuck you,' Cassian commanded, his voice a husky demand, hips snapping forward harder now, the pace quickening just enough to make her ass bounce against him with each slide. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed sharper, his cock driving deeper, the head nudging her cervix on every full thrust. 'That's it, baby, eyes on me.'

Daisy gasped at the shift, her body jolting under him as the grip on her throat forced her chin up, her big eyes meeting his intense stare over her shoulder. The position made her feel even more exposed, more owned, her moans turning into breathy pleas.

'Cass... ahh, yes,' she whimpered, her voice strained but eager, lips parted as she held his gaze. The pressure on her throat added a thrilling edge, not cutting off her air but reminding her of his dominance, making her pussy clench harder around him. 'Harder... please, fuck me harder.'

'Fuck yes,' he praised through gritted teeth, his free hand shifting into a fist, fingers sinking into the soft mattress to steady himself as his thrusts grew more forceful.

His hips bounced off her ass with rhythmic smacks, the motion making her cheeks ripple, her body sliding forward on the bed with the force. He rutted deeper, grinding against her on the downstroke, chasing that building heat in his core. 'You love this, don't you? Being my little fucktoy, taking every inch while I watch that pretty face.'

She nodded as best she could in his hold, her moans pitching higher with each bounce of his hips against her.

'Ugg yes... love it, Cass. Use me…keep fucking that little pussy, please,' she begged, her voice breaking on a whine, eyes glazing over with the intensity but never leaving his. The way he loomed over her, controlling her gaze and her body, pushed her toward the edge again, but she focused on him, on giving him what he needed. 'Feels so deep... your cock's owning me.'

Cassian's grunts grew louder, more animalistic, his muscles tensing as he leaned in closer, his breath fanning her cheek. 'That's right, owning this pussy. Squeeze me tighter, baby.'

His hand tightened fractionally on her throat, just enough to elicit another gasp from her, his eyes burning into hers as he pounded harder, the bed creaking under them. The restraint was fraying, but he held on, lost in the connection, in the way she submitted so completely.

Cassian maintained his iron grip on Daisy's slender throat, his fingers splayed just enough to keep her head tilted back, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze as he leant over her. His other hand dug deep into the mattress beside her, knuckles whitening as he supported his bulk, preventing his full weight from pinning her completely. His hips continued their relentless rhythm, bouncing off the plush curve of her ass with sharp, wet slaps that echoed through the dimly lit bedroom. Each thrust drove his thick cock fully into her soaked pussy, stretching her walls to their limit, the slick friction pulling obscene sounds from their joined bodies. Sweat glistened on his tattooed arms, his muscles flexing with every powerful snap forward, claiming her in this prone position that left her utterly at his mercy.

Daisy's breathy moans filled the air, tired and ragged but laced with filthy delight, her body surrendering to the way he used her like she was made for this, for him.

'Mmm, Cass... yeah, just... keep doing that,' she whimpered, her voice hoarse from earlier cries, her full tits scraping against the sheets with each jolt.

She loved the raw possession in his movements, the way his girth filled her so completely, sending aftershocks through her oversensitive core. Her legs trembled between his thighs, squeezed tight, amplifying the pressure around him as she arched her back slightly, offering herself up despite the exhaustion weighing her down.

He could feel that familiar twinge building in his balls, a tight coil of heat signalling how close he was to the edge. Part of him ached to draw this out, to flip her over and fuck her raw through the night, pounding until they both collapsed in a heap of sweat and satisfaction. But she was spent, her petite frame quivering under him from the orgasms he'd wrung out of her, and his own body was betraying him with fatigue, the alcohol still buzzing in his veins fuelling nothing but that base, primal urge to rut into her until he shattered.

'Goddamn, feels so fucking good,' he rasped, his voice a low rumble, eyes locked on hers as he watched her pupils dilate with every plunge.

With a deliberate shift, Cassian lowered himself, his arm that wasn't controlling her throat bending at the elbow to brace against the bed right beside her ribs. The change brought his broad, sweaty chest flush against her back, the heat of his skin searing into hers as coarse chest hair scraped her smooth flesh. Now, instead of long slides, he ground into her with short, insistent rolls of his hips, his cock buried to the base and circling against her depths. The new angle hit uncharted territory inside her, pressing against spots that made her inner walls spasm wildly, the head of his shaft nudging her cervix with intimate force.

Daisy's eyes rolled back in her head, a guttural moan escaping her lips as the intensity overwhelmed her. Her head lolled back against his shoulder now, back moulded perfectly to the damp sticky skin of his chest while she remained splayed on her stomach, trapped beneath his dominating form.

'Oh fuck... Cass, that's-ahh, so deep,' she gasped, her words slurring with drunken haze and bliss, her fat ass instinctively pushing back into his grinding pelvis.

The pressure built an unbearable fullness, her clit throbbing untouched against the mattress, every grind sending electric jolts through her limbs. She clawed weakly at the sheets, her body reeling from the overload, loving how he enveloped her completely.

Cassian's grunts grew heavier, hot breaths puffing against her ear as he chased his release, his hips circling with increasing urgency. The scent of their mingled arousal hung thick in the air, his balls tightening further with each grind. Ge growled, nipping at her earlobe, his free hand sliding up to tangle in her dark wavy hair, tugging just enough to keep her arched, his chest heaving against her back as sweat dripped from his brow onto her shoulder.

'Ahh please Cassian... give it to me,' Daisy moaned out, her tone filthy and encouraging despite her fatigue, pushing her ass up harder to meet his grinding motions. She wanted this for him, craved the moment he lost control after all he'd done to her, her pussy fluttering in anticipation.

The twinge in his balls sharpened into a insistent throb, his breathing turning ragged, deep desperate moans escaping his throat as the high barrelled toward him. He ground harder, his elbow digging firmer into the bed for leverage, his entire frame tensing over her.

'Fuck, baby... oh, I'm gonna come,' he growled directly into her ear, the words vibrating through her as his hips stuttered, the wet sounds of their connection growing sloppier.

Daisy whimpered at his words, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core, her ass pressing back with renewed vigor despite the ache in her muscles.

'Fuck yes… come for me baby, I want it so fucking bad,' she breathed, her voice a mix of exhaustion and raw need, eyes half-lidded but fixed on nothing now, lost in the sensation. Her moans mingled with his, filthy encouragements spilling from her lips as she surrendered fully, her body a vessel for his pleasure.

His pants deepened, chest rising and falling rapidly against her, the primal drive overtaking any restraint.

'Shit, Daisy... fuck... oh, I'm coming,' he groaned, the words punched out between heavy breaths, his hand tightening on her throat, not cutting off air, but anchoring her as his body seized. 'Ahh… shit…you gonna take it, baby? ' The question hung in the air, rough and demanding, his grinding hips faltering into erratic twitches as the peak crashed over him.

In their drunken, fucked-out stupor, neither spared a thought for what came next, the haze of alcohol and lust erasing any caution. No warnings, no questions, just the raw inevitability of the moment. With a roar-like groan that rumbled from deep in his chest, Cassian buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy, his cock pulsing violently as he unleashed his load. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into her, flooding her walls with heat, his balls contracting with each spurt as he emptied completely. His grip on her throat squeezed firmer in the throes, body clenching rigid against hers, forehead pressing hard against the crown of her head while his hips jerked involuntarily, twitching forward to push every last bit into her depths.

'Fuck... yes, take it,' he snarled through gritted teeth, the words barely coherent amid his guttural moans, his sweaty frame shuddering over her as waves of release ripped through him.

Daisy gasped at the sudden flood, her pussy clenching around him in response, drawing out his orgasm as she felt the warmth spread inside her.

'Cass... oh god, yes give it to me,' she moaned softly, her voice breaking with the intensity, body trembling beneath him as she absorbed every twitch and pulse. The sensation pushed her into a hazy afterglow, her ass still pressed back, holding him deep as he convulsed, their shared exhaustion melting into satisfied stillness.

Cassian pressed his hips flush against the soft, yielding flesh of Daisy's ass, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her clenching pussy as the last spasms of his orgasm wrung out every drop of cum from his balls. His heart hammered wildly against her back, the rapid thuds echoing through his sweat-slicked chest into her skin, while he panted heavily, chest heaving with the effort to ride out the intense high that had torn through his body like a storm. The room spun slightly from the alcohol and exertion, but the warmth of her around him grounded him, her inner walls still fluttering faintly, milking the softening length as if reluctant to let go.

His forehead remained firmly planted against the crown of her head, damp hair sticking to his skin, and he stayed lodged deep within her for a full minute, drawing in ragged breaths to steady himself. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex, their mingled fluids, and the faint trace of her perfume clinging to the sheets. He needed this pause, this moment to let the fog clear from his mind, his muscles still twitching from the release that had left him drained yet utterly satisfied.

Daisy's head stayed tilted back under his loosening grip, her own pulse racing like a drum in her ears, pounding in sync with his as she panted softly. The pressure of his hand on her throat eased gradually, allowing her to gulp in air, but the lingering dominance of his hold sent a thrill through her exhausted frame. Her body hummed with aftershocks, her full tits pressed flat against the mattress, nipples hard and sensitive from the friction, while her fat ass nestled perfectly against his pelvis, trapping him inside.

After what felt like an eternity in that intimate lock, Cassian exhaled a rough 'Fuck...' the word drawn out low and gravelly, vibrating against her scalp. He shifted slightly, his free hand releasing her throat entirely to cup her jaw, turning her face toward his with gentle insistence.

Their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues tangling messily as he poured the remnants of his passion into her mouth, tasting the salt of sweat and the sweetness of her earlier moans. He devoured her like he hadn't just claimed her body, the kiss sloppy and unhurried, his breath mingling with hers in hot bursts.

Pulling back just enough to speak, he groaned against her lips, his voice husky and spent, 'You're unbelievable.' His cock, still half-hard and softening inside her slick heat, twitched faintly at the words, the sensation of her pussy gripping him drawing a low hum from his throat. He soaked up  the connection a beat longer, reluctant to break it yet knowing their bodies needed the reprieve.

Daisy responded with equal fervour, her tongue chasing his in a passionate duel before they finally separated, lips swollen and glistening. A soft whine escaped her as the reality of separation loomed, but she met his gaze with hooded eyes, a lazy smile curving her mouth despite the fatigue etching her features.

Cassian released her jaw, his hands planting firmly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders as he pushed himself up, lifting his weight off her petite form. The shift caused his thick shaft to slide out of her slowly, inch by deliberate inch, the drag pulling a wet, sucking sound from her folds as her pussy clung to him. He watched the motion intently, the sight of her stretched entrance reluctantly releasing him making his spent cock give one last interested pulse.

Daisy hissed sharply at the sudden emptiness, her body arching instinctively as if to pull him back in, but then she inhaled deeply, a little moan bubbling up from her throat as she felt the warm trickle of his cum begin to seep out of her. The sensation was obscene and intimate, his seed leaking from her well-fucked hole, coating her inner thighs and dripping onto the sheets below. Her clit throbbed with the awareness, a fresh wave of sensitivity making her squirm.

Still straddling her thighs, Cassian reached down and grabbed one plump ass cheek in his large palm, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled it aside gently. The movement exposed her more fully, letting him watch as his thick, white cum oozed from her pink, swollen pussy lips, the creamy evidence of his release glistening in the low light.

'Fuck, look at that,' he breathed out, voice rough with awe and lingering lust, his eyes fixed on the sight like it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. His thumb brushed over her skin absentmindedly, tracing the curve where ass met thigh.

Emboldened by his attention, Daisy clenched her pussy experimentally, forcing another gush of his cum to spill out, the action drawing a whimper from her lips as it heightened the ache between her legs. She bit her lower lip, a breathy giggle escaping despite the intensity, her body still buzzing.

'Fuck... that was so fucking good,' she murmured, her voice soft and slurred from exhaustion and booze, turning her head to glance back at him with a playful glint in her eyes.

Cassian grinned wide, a deep, satisfied chuckle rumbling from his chest as he delivered a firm slap to her ass cheek, the impact making the flesh jiggle enticingly. The sound cracked through the room, leaving a faint red mark that he admired.

'Took it so fucking well, baby,' he praised, his tone laced with pride and teasing dominance, hand rubbing the spot he'd struck to soothe it. 'Still think an old man like me can't fuck you better than those pathetic little boys you're chasing? Huh?.'

Daisy let out a contented hum, wiggling her ass teasingly against his thighs, the motion making more of his cum dribble out and earning another low groan from him. She grinned over her shoulder, her dark wavy hair tousled and sticking to her flushed cheeks.

'Mmm, have to wait and see how sore you are tomorrow,' she shot back, her voice light and cheeky, though the way her body relaxed under him betrayed how thoroughly sated she was.

Cassian barked out a laugh, the sound rich and genuine, before leaning over her again, his hand sliding up to grip a fistful of her hair at the nape of her neck. He tugged just enough to arch her slightly, his dominant edge resurfacing as he pressed his lips to her temple, smiling against her warm skin.

'Someone did enjoy being used like a little slut,' he murmured, his breath hot on her ear, voice dropping to that commanding growl she craved. 'Don't worry, princess, I'll have you squirting for me again before breakfast.'

Cassian lingered just a beat longer, his hips pressed flush against Daisy's ass, feeling the last twitch of his cock against her. With a low, satisfied grunt, he rolled off her with a heavy flop onto his back, the mattress bouncing under his solid frame, his chest heaving as he sucked in ragged breaths.

Sweat slicked his skin, making his tattoos glisten in the low light, and he dragged a hand through his damp hair, letting out a rough laugh. 'Fuck me, that was intense.'

Daisy shifted onto her side with a lazy groan, her body heavy and spent, every muscle loose from the pounding she'd just endured. Her pussy throbbed, still leaking his load, the sticky warmth pooling between her legs and making her thighs slick as she pressed them together. She didn't care, hell, the drunk haze made it feel kinda hot, a dirty reminder of how he'd filled her up. No way was she dragging her ass to the bathroom now; wiping down could wait till morning, or never, for all she cared in this moment. She eyed him sideways, a smirk tugging at her swollen lips, her breasts rising and falling with each slowing breath. 'Yeah? You weren't half bad yourself, soldier boy. For an old guy, anyway.' Her voice was husky, teasing, even as exhaustion tugged at her eyelids.

He barked a short laugh, propping his head on one arm behind him, his bicep bulging as he turned to face her. The air between them hummed with that post-fuck electricity, strangers who'd just railed each other senseless, no strings, just the raw satisfaction hanging in the room.

'Old guy? Keep talking shit and I'll show you round two, see if your bratty little mouth can handle it before begging me to stop.' His eyes raked over her naked form, lingering on the red marks his hands had left on her hips and the way her thighs glistened with their mess. He didn't bother hiding his grin, all cocky and unapologetic.

She shivered as the cooling sweat raised goosebumps on her skin, the sticky residue between her legs turning tacky in the draft from the window. 'I don’t think you’ve got it in you… fuck it’s cold.' Daisy tugged half-heartedly at the blanket, her fingers brushing the edge without much effort, her body curling slightly toward him out of habit more than anything. The cum on her thighs shifted with the movement, a faint squelch she ignored, too buzzed and beat to fuss over it.

Cassian reached down, shifting his weight enough so he could grab the duvet with one hand and yank it up over them both in a casual sweep. 'Here, cover that fine ass before I have to listen to you complain all night.'

He settled back, lifting his other arm in a loose invitation, not all lovey-dovey but just enough to pull her in close, bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces after a wild night. She scooted over without protest, her head lolling onto his shoulder, one leg hooking lazily over his thigh. The contact smeared a bit more of the mess onto his skin, but he just chuckled, not pulling away. 'Comfy now? Or you gonna keep sassing me till you pass out?'

Daisy nestled in, her hand drifting to his chest, fingers idly twirling a patch of his chest hair as she let out a soft, sleepy hum. The warmth of him chased off the chill, and she felt the steady thump of his heart under her palm, grounding in a way that didn't scream romance, just two people crashing after a killer fuck.

'Mmm, this works. You're like a big, sweaty heater.' Her words slurred a touch, playful bite in her tone even as her eyes started to droop, the flirt lingering like the stickiness on her skin.

He draped his arm around her shoulders, fingers tracing a light, absent pattern on her arm, not tender caresses, more like a lazy claim after owning her body all night. He pressed his lips to her forehead in a quick, rough peck, affectionate enough for a one-night thing, but nothing sappy. The room quieted, their breaths syncing up slower, the distant city noise fading into the background.

'If you’re gonna sneak out in the morning, be quiet about it okay,' she mumbled, her hand stilling on his chest as tiredness won out, fingers curling loosely against him. The ache in her core pulsed faintly, mixed with the wet remnants of his cum, but she was too far gone to care, the drunken haze pulling her under.

Cassian smirked into the dark, his own eyes heavy. 'Cheeky little bitch. Go to sleep.' His words trailed off into a yawn, body relaxing fully as sleep hit, arm staying loose around her. They drifted off like that, tangled, messy, and unapologetically spent, strangers sharing space after blowing each other's minds, no rush to clean up or define it, just the easy vibe of a solid hookup carrying them into oblivion.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Four (Part 2)

He captured her mouth again in a quick, bruising kiss, tongues tangling briefly, teeth clashing, before pulling away to focus on the ascent, his boots thudding softly on the wooden steps. Daisy didn't stay idle; she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his skin as she kissed and sucked at the pulse point there, teeth grazing lightly before nipping at his earlobe.

As he climbed higher, one hand sliding up her back to support her while the other squeezed her ass cheek harder, fingers dipping teasingly toward the seam of her jeans. She responded with a soft bite to his neck, not hard enough to mark but enough to make him hiss, her legs tightening around him as they neared the top, the anticipation thickening the air between them like a promise.

Cassian crested the top of the stairs, his boots thudding heavily on the landing as Daisy's legs clamped tighter around his waist, her chunky white sandal heels digging into the small of his back with urgent pressure. The air up here hung thick and charged, isolated from the faint street noise below, amplifying the ragged sync of their breaths. His chest rose and fell against her bare skin, one hand still gripping her ass firmly through the denim of her jeans, the other steadying them against the wall. His cock, rigid and slick from her earlier attentions, pressed insistently against the seam of her pants, each subtle shift sparking fresh waves of friction that made his muscles tense.

'This the door?' Cassian rasped, his voice low and gravelly, eyes flicking to the one straight ahead.

The plain white wooden panel cracked open just enough to spill a sliver of warm light from inside. His hot breath ghosted over her ear, and he nipped at the lobe, eliciting a soft, involuntary hitch from her throat. Daisy nodded against him, her lips grazing his jaw in silent affirmation, her fingers twisting into his hair to pull him onward, her body undulating just enough to grind her heat against his hardness.

He shouldered the door open with a rough push, the hinges whispering in protest. He didn't scan the room, the scattered pillows, the faint vanilla scent clinging to the air, the rumpled bedding, it all dissolved into irrelevance as he zeroed in on the queen-sized bed at the far end. With a low grunt, he hoisted her higher for a beat before releasing, dropping her onto the mattress in one fluid motion. The springs creaked under her weight, bouncing her lightly as she landed with a playful yelp that dissolved into a breathy giggle, her full tits jiggling enticingly, nipples peaked and flushed from the cool air and prior teasing. From his stance at the foot of the bed, Cassian loomed between her parted thighs, drinking in the sight of her sprawled out, topless, skin glowing in the dim lamplight, jeans hugging her hips like a challenge.

He growled from his chest, leaning over her form, one knee digging into the edge of the mattress for balance. He captured her mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss, his fingers fisting into her tousled hair to arch her head up, forcing her to meet him fully. His tongue plunged deep, tangling with hers in a messy, heated dance, the taste of her, sweet and urgent, mingling with the salty remnants of him on her lips.

Daisy moaned faintly into his mouth, the vibration humming through him as her hand clutched at the front of his black t-shirt, bunching the fabric to drag him down closer. Her bare breasts crushed against his clothed chest, nipples scraping the cotton with delicious friction, her body arching instinctively to fuse them tighter.

He devoured her like that for what felt like an eternity, breaths mingling in wet, sloppy exchanges, saliva trailing from the corners of their joined lips. Only after the kiss left them both gasping did he pull back, his mouth trailing fire down her neck, sucking at the frantic pulse there, teeth grazing just hard enough to draw a whimper from her.

'Gonna taste every inch of you, baby’ he breathed against her collarbone, his free hand sliding up to palm one breast, thumb flicking the hardened nipple in rough circles that made her back bow off the bed.

Daisy arched higher, a soft whine escaping as he descended further, lips brushing hot and open over her chest before latching onto that same nipple. sucking with firm pulls, tongue lashing the peak while his teeth nipped lightly. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting through the shirt, but she held back words, lost in the building haze of sensation.

Cassian groaned, switching to the other side, giving it the same relentless attention, wet suction and flicks that had her hips twitching upward, seeking more contact. He lingered only briefly before continuing downward, kissing a deliberate path across her stomach, his stubble rasping against her smooth skin as he skipped over the boobtube that was still wrapped around her waist, tongue dipping into the cool metal of her navel piercing for a teasing swirl that sent shivers racing through her.

She panted beneath him, hands fisting the sheets, body coiling with anticipation as he reached the waistband of her jeans. The faded denim clung stubbornly to her curves, the button taut from her swelling need. Cassian eased back on his haunches, eyes darkening as he hooked his thumbs into the loops, popping the button with a sharp twist and dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth, exposing the sheer black lace of her thong beneath, the delicate fabric already damp and clinging to her folds.

'Get these off' he said, voice thick with hunger, grabbing the denim at her hips and yanking downward.

The jeans peeled away slowly at first, hugging the swell of her ass, but he tugged harder, sliding them just over the full rounds, revealing the black lacy thong fully, the thin straps framing her cheeks, the front panel translucent with her arousal.

Daisy lifted her hips to aid him, but then whimpered softly, her breath hitching as the fabric snagged.  ‘I need to take my shoes off’.

She shifted her legs, the movement highlighting the chunky white sandal heels still strapped to her feet, the thick soles and crisscross bands making her calves flex. Cassian paused, gaze dropping to her feet, the sight of those heels against the vulnerable expanse of her thighs and the barely-there thong sending a fresh throb to his cock.

He groaned low, palming his thick length through his jeans for a moment before freeing it again, stroking the slick shaft with lazy pulls, pre-cum smearing over his knuckles. 'Shit, get 'em off, Daisy. Quickly’.

Daisy, ever so obediently, lifted her legs straight up toward the ceiling, the tight jeans still looped around her thighs like stubborn restraints, the denim fabric pulling taut and limiting how high she could really go. Her thighs quivered slightly from the effort, the muscles flexing as she balanced on her back against the soft mattress. With one hand, she reached up along her right leg, fingers trembling just a bit from the buzz of arousal still humming through her body and started fiddling with the thin metal buckle on the strap of her chunky white sandal. The clasp was small and fiddly, the kind designed for delicate hands, and she worked it open with a soft click, her breath coming in shallow pants as she focused on the task.

Cassian stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on her every move, a low rumble building in his throat. His right hand wrapped firmly around his thick cock, stroking up and down the rigid length in slow, deliberate pulls, the skin sliding over the bulging veins while pre-cum beaded at the slit and smeared down the shaft with each pass. His left hand planted on her chest, big palm cupping one of her full tits, fingers splaying wide to squeeze the soft flesh and thumb flicking over the hardened nipple. He knew damn well his rough, callused fingers, thick from years of handling rifles and gear, would fumble those tiny, dainty clasps on her heels; better to let her handle it while he savoured the view.

‘That's it, sweetheart,’ he murmured, voice gravelly and thick with lust, his gaze dropping to where her legs angled up. ‘I wanna be able to spread you wide.’

Daisy bit her lower lip, a flush creeping up her neck as she felt the weight of his stare, her core clenching at the way he handled himself so casually, like owning his own pleasure was the most natural thing. She lowered her legs slowly, bending them at the knees and drawing them closer to her torso to get better leverage for sliding the shoe off her heel. The motion pressed her thighs together more snugly, the black lace thong sandwiched between them, and it gave Cassian an even clearer shot of her mound, the thin fabric stretched tight over her pussy, the outline of her swollen lips visible through the sheer material, a growing dark patch of wetness soaking right through at the centre.

She whimpered softly, the shoe finally slipping free from her foot with a quiet thud as it hit the floor, but before she could even start on the left one, Cassian moved. No warning, no hesitation, he dropped down to one knee on the carpet beside the bed, his hands shooting out to grab the backs of her thighs. His fingers dug into the soft skin there, pushing her legs up and in toward her chest, folding her knees almost to her shoulders and forcing her ass to lift slightly off the sheets. The jeans tugged harder at her knees, restricting her spread, but he didn't care; he buried his face right into the heat of her, nose pressing hard against the damp lace covering her pussy, and inhaled deeply, long and slow, filling his lungs with the raw, intoxicating scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, like warm honey mixed with the tang of her need.

A deep, guttural groan vibrated from his chest straight into her core, his beard scraping roughly against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he nuzzled closer, refusing to pull back.

‘Fuck, Princess, he rasped, voice muffled against the fabric, hot breath blasting through the thong to tease her clit.

Daisy hadn't seen it coming, the sudden press of his face making her jolt, a sharp whimper tearing from her throat as her hands faltered completely on the remaining shoe. The buckle stayed half-undone, her fingers curling into the sheets instead, gripping tight as surprise and heat flooded her.

‘Cassian! oh god,’ she gasped, her voice high and breathy, hips bucking instinctively into his mouth despite the awkward fold of her body.

Her pussy throbbed under the lace, fresh slickness gushing out at the intimate invasion, and she felt every inch of his nose grinding against her folds through the thin barrier.

He didn't stop there. Cassian parted his lips and laid an open-mouthed kiss right over her covered slit, sucking gently on the fabric, his tongue pressing flat to lap at the soaked lace. The taste of her seeped through immediately, salty and addictive, coating his tongue as he groaned again, louder this time, the sound sending vibrations humming straight to her clit.

‘Oh my god,’ Daisy breathed out, the word slipping from her lips in a ragged exhale, her head falling back against the pillow as her body arched.

He did it again, another deep, wet kiss, his mouth sealing over her pussy and sucking harder, drawing the lace taut against her sensitive nub. She squirmed, the jeans biting into her skin, but the restriction only heightened the ache building low in her belly.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing the damp fabric with every word, breath fanning hot over her. He kissed her again, open and hungry, tongue swirling over the outline of her folds, tracing the seam where lace met skin. Another one followed, slower, his teeth grazing lightly over the edge of the fabric as he sucked, pulling a desperate whine from her.

‘Fuck, Cassian,’ she moaned, her voice breaking on the words, toes curling in the air as the last strap of her heel dangled loose.

Her hands fisted the sheets harder, knuckles white, as waves of pleasure sparked from his mouth. He could taste more of her now, the fabric utterly drenched, her arousal flooding his senses with each pass of his tongue. He ran it lightly over the lines of her folds through the barrier, following the shape of her outer lips, dipping into the crease where her clit hid, teasing without mercy.

Cassian couldn't take the tease anymore, the scent and taste pushing him to the edge. His fingers, two thick ones, hooked under the side of her black lace thong, the elastic stretching as he yanked it roughly to the side, bunching the fabric against her. Her glistening folds came into full view, pink and slick, the lips puffy and pressed together from the angle of her legs, her clit peeking out swollen and begging at the top. A string of her arousal connected the lace to her skin for a second before snapping, and the sight made his cock twitch hard in his hand.

‘Oh look at this,’ he groaned, eyes devouring her exposed pussy, the way it shone with wetness under the dim bedroom light. ‘You're so fucking wet. This cunt's been waiting for me all night, hasn't it?’

He leaned in again, nose brushing her bare folds as he inhaled once more, deeper this time, the direct scent hitting him like a drug, pure, unfiltered arousal that made his balls tighten. Daisy let out a keening whimper, her body on fire from his words and the cool air hitting her exposed skin, contrasting the heat of his breath.

Slowly, teasingly, he pressed the flat of his tongue between her pressed-together pussy folds, starting at the bottom near her entrance and dragging up inch by inch. The lips parted reluctantly under the pressure, her slick coating his tongue in a thick, tangy layer as he savoured her, groaning low at the flavour exploding in his mouth.

Cassian lingered there, his tongue tip hovering just at the parting of her slick folds, teasing the sensitive inner edges with feather-light flicks that made her inner walls clench in anticipation. He dragged the pointed end slowly up the length of her slit, tracing the seam from her entrance to the hood of her clit, circling the swollen nub with deliberate precision, once, twice, then pressing flat against it for a quick, firm lap that sent jolts of electricity racing through her nerves. The taste of her arousal flooded his mouth, tangy and thick, coating his taste buds as he savoured every drop, his beard scraping against her smooth skin with each subtle movement.

Daisy let out a filthy moan, the sound raw and unrestrained, ripping from her chest as pure pleasure shot through her core like a lightning strike. His mouth on her pussy felt like fire and heaven combined, the direct contact making her toes curl, her eyes roll and her fingers dig deeper into the sheets.

'Oh fuck, yes,' she gasped, her voice husky and broken, hips twitching upward to chase more of the sensation despite the jeans still binding her legs at the knees.

She fumbled with her left shoe again, fingers shaky and desperate as they worked the half-undone buckle, the metal clasp slipping in her haste. She needed it off, needed her legs free so she could wrap them around his head, pull him in deeper, give herself over completely to whatever he was doing to her body. The restriction was maddening, heightening every tease of his tongue, but she couldn't focus, not with him lapping at her like that.

He shifted his weight, dropping to both knees on the floor now, the carpet rough under him but forgotten in the haze of lust. Both hands gripped the backs of her thighs firmly, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he pushed her legs higher and tighter against her body, folding her almost in half. The jeans bunched awkwardly around her knees, denim scraping her skin, but it only pinned her open for him, her ass lifting off the bed slightly to expose more of her dripping slit. He dove in without mercy, devouring her with sloppy, open-mouthed licks that dragged from her entrance up through the full length of her pussy, tongue broad and insistent as it scooped up her slick.

Daisy's breaths came in sharp pants, her chest heaving as he sucked on her folds, pulling the puffy lips into his mouth one at a time, then both together, the wet smacks echoing in the quiet room. He flicked his tongue over her clit in rapid bursts, up, down, side to side, each one making her gasp and whine, her body trembling under the onslaught.

'Cassian…shit, so fucking good' she whined, voice pitching higher, one hand abandoning the shoe to tangle in the sheet again.

His licks grew messier, saliva mixing with her arousal to create obscene slurping sounds as he feasted, chin glistening with her wetness, dripping down his jaw. Finally, with a frustrated kick, Daisy managed to shake off the last heel, the chunky white sandal clattering to the floor beside its twin. Her legs were still trapped by the jeans, but the freedom of her feet made her bold, she dropped her head back against the bed with a thud, arching her back sharply to press her pussy harder into his face. A long, needy mewl escaped her lips as he ate her out relentlessly, the pleasure building in waves that had her thighs quivering against his hands.

Cassian let out a few deep, hungry slurps, the sounds lewd and unapologetic as he tasted her completely, lapping up every bit of slick that leaked from her. Her juices coated his chin fully now, shiny and sticky, as he worked her over. He groaned into her, the vibration humming through her clit, before leaning down further, nose buried in her mound, beard tickling her skin, and plunged his tongue deep inside her tight hole.

The entrance clenched around the intrusion, a little pool of her wetness waiting there, warm and viscous, coating his tongue instantly as he thrust it in and out, fucking her with it in short, greedy strokes.

'Mmm, fuck yes,' he rumbled, face buried deeper, cheeks pressing against her inner thighs as he delved further, tongue curling to scoop more of her essence. The flavour was intoxicating, making his cock throb untouched against his thigh, but he didn't care, he was lost in her, groaning low and primal as he pushed in as far as he could go.

With her heels finally kicked off and scattered across the bedroom floor, Cassian took full advantage of the extra give in her posture. He gripped her thighs harder, his large palms spanning the soft flesh as he forced her legs apart as wide as the confining jeans around her knees would allow. The denim stretched taut, limiting her spread but pinning her knees firmly against her chest in that folded position, her ass hovering just off the mattress and her pussy splayed open for him completely.

Her black lacy thong remained hooked to the side, the fabric damp and forgotten, exposing her glistening folds and the tight entrance that clenched under his gaze. The angle gave him perfect access, her inner thighs quivering against his hold as he buried his face deeper between them, nose pressing into the trimmed patch above her clit.

Like a man starved, Cassian moved back up from her entrance, his lips and chin slick with her arousal, and latched onto her clit with renewed hunger. He sucked on the swollen nub hard, pulling it between his lips with wet, slurping pulls that made her hips buck involuntarily against the restraint of her jeans. His tongue flicked out rapidly, side to side, then in tight circles, teasing the sensitive tip before flattening to lap broad strokes over it, coating it in his saliva mixed with her slick. The sounds were obscene: wet smacks of his mouth working her over, his beard scraping her tender skin, and the occasional growl rumbling from his throat as he devoured her pussy without restraint.

Daisy panted heavily, her breaths coming in short, desperate bursts that left her breathless between the whiny moans spilling from her lips. Her head thrashed back against the bed, dark hair fanning out wildly, as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

'Oh fuck yes,' she whimpered, the words barely coherent, more a plea than anything else, her voice high and needy. Another flick of his tongue had her arching higher, toes curling in the air now that her feet were free. 'Oh Cassian-'

'That's it, baby girl,' Cassian murmured against her clit, the vibration of his deep voice sending fresh shivers up her spine. He sucked harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, refusing to let up as he felt her thighs tremble in his grip. He released her clit with a pop, only to dive back in, licking sloppy paths through her folds before zeroing in on the clit again, sucking it deep into his mouth while his tongue swirled around the base. She was a mess beneath him, panting, moaning, her body slick with sweat and arousal, the jeans digging into her skin but heightening the vulnerability of being held open like this.

'Oh gods yessss,' Daisy whined again, louder this time, her hands fisting the sheets as another moan tore from her throat, breathless and ragged. The pleasure built intensely, her clit throbbing under his assault, every suck and flick pushing her closer to the edge without mercy.

With her spread so wide and exposed, Cassian didn't give her a moment's warning. He lifted one hand from her thigh, keeping the other pinned to hold her steady, and ran the tips of two thick fingers along her slick hole. He gathered her wetness there, coating the pads generously, the pads of his fingers sliding easily through the mess she'd made. Slowly, deliberately, he eased those two fingers inside her, pushing past the initial resistance of her tight walls. Inch by inch, he sank them deep, the heat and velvet grip of her pussy enveloping him completely.

A porn-worthy moan ripped from Daisy's throat at the intrusion, long and guttural, echoing off the bedroom walls, as her body stretched around the thickness, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching instinctively. Cassian couldn't help but groan right into her cunt, the sound muffled against her folds as he felt just how tight she was, her walls hugging his fingers like a vice.

'Mmm little pussy’s so fucking tight,' he growled, pumping them slowly at first, curling the tips to stroke her inner walls.

He thrust deeper, scissoring his fingers slightly to open her up more, his mouth returning to her clit to suck in time with the movements, the dual sensation making her writhe beneath him. Cassian didn't let up for a second, his fingers plunging deeper into her soaked pussy with expert precision, as if he'd mapped out every sensitive inch of her body already. He knew exactly what she needed, the right angle, the perfect rhythm, to unravel her completely. His mouth stayed latched onto her clit, sucking and licking with sloppy, insistent strokes that had her inner walls fluttering around his digits.

The two thick fingers stretched her wide, the confinement of her jeans around her knees making the intrusion feel even more intense, like her body was locked in place for his pleasure alone. He curled them upward on every thrust, hooking against that spongy spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids, pumping faster now, the wet squelch of her arousal filling the room as he drove her higher.

Daisy's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her body pinned and exposed in the best way, and she couldn't resist lifting her head off the mattress to watch him. Through the V-shaped gap her jeans created between her spread thighs, knees still jammed against her tits, she caught the erotic sight of Cassian's head buried between her legs. His dark hair was tousled, lips glistening with her juices, and those strong shoulders flexed as he worked her over. The visual hit her like a punch, making her pussy clench harder around his invading fingers.

'Fuck, Cassian,' she gasped, her voice a breathless whine, head bobbing slightly with each pump of his hand. 'Don't fucking stop, feels so fucking good.'

He hummed against her clit, the vibration buzzing through her core, and twisted his fingers a fraction deeper, rubbing that G-spot with relentless pressure. Faster now, in and out, the heel of his palm grinding against her outer folds with every motion, building that coil of tension low in her belly. Her pussy gripped him like a fist, the tightness amplified by the way her legs couldn't fully part, making his fingers feel impossibly huge as they filled her up, stretching her walls with each curl and thrust. She hadn't even realized how close she was until the first wave threatened to crash, her hips twitching uselessly against the denim barrier.

Daisy whined out, the sound tumbling from her lips in a desperate rush, her head falling back for a moment before she lifted it again to stare at him devouring her. 'Shit…You're gonna make me come… right there, yes!'

Cassian lifted his mouth off her clit with a filthy, wet pop, strings of saliva and her slick connecting his lips to her swollen nub for a heartbeat before they broke. He focused entirely on his hand now, those fingers pistoning into her with unyielding speed, curling harder against her G-spot as he watched her face contort in pleasure. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and commanding, a smirk tugging at his swollen lips.

'You gonna come for me baby?' he growled, voice rough and low, laced with that army-honed authority that made her insides melt. 'We're only just getting started, and you're already falling apart on my fingers? Fuck, do it, Daisy. Clench that tight little pussy around me and come like a good girl.'

His words were like gasoline on the fire, dirty and demanding, pushing her right to the brink. Desperately chasing that impending high, Daisy shot her hand down between her legs, fingers finding her abandoned clit and rubbing it hard, fast circles that matched the brutal pace of his thrusts. The dual assault was too much; her back arched off the bed, spine bowing as the pleasure crested, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream before the moans ripped free. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, as the orgasm slammed into her, her pussy spasming wildly around his fingers, clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses that milked him deep.

'Ohh, I'm coming…fuuuccckkkkk!' she cried out, the sound raw and broken, her body shaking in his grip as wave after wave pulsed through her.

Intense, throbbing contractions that left her breathless, her hand still frantically working her clit to draw out every last spark. Cassian didn't stop, working her through it with steady, insistent pumps, his fingers slowing just enough to prolong the bliss without overwhelming her. He watched her hand rub at her clit, mesmerized by the way her fingers flew over the slick button, her thighs quivering against his hold.

'Yes…good girl,' he murmured, voice husky with approval, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her inner thigh as her walls fluttered around him. 'Fuck, look at you’

She whimpered through the aftershocks, her body limp and trembling, but his fingers kept that gentle curl against her G-spot, coaxing out the lingering pulses until she was gasping for air.

'Cass... oh fuck,' she panted, her hand finally slowing on her clit, slick with her own release, as she collapsed back against the mattress, chest rising and falling rapidly.

'He couldn’t help but grin at her, his fingers still buried inside her, giving a lazy twist that made her jolt. He pumped once more, slow and deep, drawing another soft moan from her lips, his eyes never leaving her flushed face.

Daisy's body finally began to settle, the intense waves of her orgasm fading into a warm, lingering hum that left her boneless and buzzing against the sheets. Her thighs quivered where Cassian had pinned them back, the muscles fluttering with faint aftershocks that made her toes curl against the mattress. She let out a soft, ragged exhale, her chest heaving as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked up at the ceiling, trying to ground herself in the hazy glow of satisfaction. Her pussy throbbed gently, still slick and sensitive from his mouth and fingers, the air cool against her exposed heat.

Cassian drew his fingers from her core with deliberate slowness, tracing the soaked length of her folds one last time before pulling free completely. He groaned low in his throat at the sight, his digits glistening with her thick, creamy arousal, strings of it connecting them briefly before snapping. He slid those fingers into his mouth, sucking them deep with a hungry hum that rumbled through his chest. His tongue worked over them thoroughly, cleaning every drop as his eyes darkened further, devouring her reaction.

'Fuck, you taste like sin,' he murmured, pulling them out with a lewd pop and swiping his thumb across his lower lip.

Daisy lay back fully on the bed now, her head sinking into the soft covers, hair fanning out in a wild halo around her flushed face. She huffed out a breathy giggle, the sound light and giddy despite the heaviness in her limbs, watching him rise up from his knees with wide, hazy eyes. His tall frame unfolded like a predator uncoiling, towering over her vulnerable form, broad shoulders blocking out the light, muscles rippling under his shirt as he straightened to his full height.

She felt so small beneath him, exposed and raw: her legs still folded back awkwardly with the jeans bunched halfway down her thighs, restricting her movement; her black lacy thong shoved crudely to the side, leaving her puffy, glistening pussy on full display, folds slick and parted from his earlier attention; her tits heaving with each breath, nipples hard and flushed pink from his sucking, spilling out above the twisted boob tube that clung to her midriff like a forgotten band.

'Fuck, Cassian… you look like a man starved ' she quipped with a sly grin, her voice husky but laced with that playful edge, biting her lip as she shifted her hips just a touch. 'Was I really that tasty, or are you just hooked on that pussy already?’

He barked a rough laugh, his gaze scorching a path down her body, lingering on the way her thighs parted slightly in invitation, her core clenching visibly under his attention. His cock twitched in response, jutting out from his open fly like it had a mind of its own.

'Hooked? Baby, you’ve no idea what you’ve got yourself into,' he shot back, stepping right up to the bed's edge, hands itching to touch. 'And yeah, you taste like fucking heaven, but playtime’s over. I need inside you, need to fuck you raw.'

The words sent a fresh shiver through her, her giggle fading into a needy whimper as she watched him reach down. Cassian's patience snapped like a taut wire; he'd waited long enough to claim her fully. He grabbed the waistband of her jeans where it sat snug around her upper thighs, fingers hooking into the denim with a firm grip.

'These fucking things are in my way,' he growled, yanking them upward first to loosen the fabric from her skin, the rough material scraping lightly against her trembling legs.

He worked them the rest of the way off with efficient tugs, peeling the tight jeans down over her knees, calves, and finally her ankles, careful but insistent, not wanting to nick her with the zipper but too impatient to go slow. Daisy lifted her hips instinctively to help, her heels scraping against the mattress as she assisted, a playful whine escaping her.

'Careful with those, they're my favourite pair.'

'Don't worry, I'll buy you ten more if I rip 'em,' he promised with a smirk, finally sliding the jeans free from one foot, then the other.

He balled up the denim and shoved it across the room in one forceful toss, the fabric landing with a thud against her dresser. With her legs finally unbound, they fell apart naturally, thighs splaying wide on the rumpled sheets, baring her completely to his hungry stare. Her thong still askew, pussy lips swollen and shiny with arousal, clit peeking out begging for more attention, everything on offer now, no restrictions holding her back. Cassian groaned deep and primal at the sight, his cock jerking hard enough to slap against his abdomen.

'Fuck, you're something else,' he rumbled, voice thick with awe and lust, eyes glued to her open core. 'Look at that pretty little cunt, all pink and ready, begging for it.'

Before she could toss back another sassy retort, his big hands clamped around her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising grip. He yanked her down the bed in one smooth, powerful pull, sliding her body toward him until her ass hung just over the edge, hips tilted up and vulnerable, pussy angled perfectly for him. The sudden motion made her tits bounce, and she yelped in surprise, then laughed breathlessly, her hands fisting the sheets.

'Jesus Cass, like a fucking caveman!' she teased, though her eyes sparkled with excitement, legs hooking loosely over his hips as she settled into the new position.

He smirked down at her, one hand sliding up to grip the base of his cock, thick and heavy in his palm, at least seven inches of girthy length pulsing with need, while the other kept her thigh pinned wide. He growled, dragging the fat head of his dick through her slick folds teasingly, bumping her clit on the upstroke and coating himself in her juices. The friction made her arch, a gasp escaping her lips. 'You ready to take this cock now, baby? Ready to feel how a real man stretches this little pussy out? Gonna split you open, make you feel every inch.'

Daisy moaned loud and unfiltered, her hips bucking up instinctively to chase the teasing glide, the broad crown nudging her entrance but not breaching yet.

'Oh fuck yes, please, Cass, I want it,' she whimpered, her cheeky tone cracking into raw desperation, but she rallied with a wicked grin.

But Cassian wasn't done savouring; he paused, lifting his cock and laying it heavy along her mound and up her flat stomach, the veined shaft resting hot and insistent against her skin. He groaned again, louder this time, staring down at the obscene visual: his massive length dwarfing her petite frame, the head reaching past her navel, girth nearly spanning her hip bones, pre-cum smearing a wet trail on her belly. Against her small, toned body, it looked impossible, too big, too thick to fit without tearing her apart.

'Jesus, look at that,' he muttered, voice strained with barely leashed control, his free hand tracing the underside of his cock where it pressed into her softness. 'You're so fucking tiny, Daisy. This fat cock's gonna stuff you so full you feel me for days.’

She stared down at the sight too, eyes widening with a mix of thrill and mock concern, her breath hitching as she felt the weight of him throbbing against her.

'Holy shit, Cassian, that's... that's not gonna fit!,' she said with a huff, though her voice trembled with anticipation, one hand reaching down to wrap tentatively around the base where it met her mound, her fingers barely meeting around his thickness. 'You're hung like a freaking horse!’

The haze of tequila and whiskey wrapped around them like a thick fog, dulling any whisper of caution in their minds. Neither Cassian nor Daisy paused to think about barriers or risks, too lost in the fire of their shared intoxication, the urgent pull to connect skin to skin overriding everything else. The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, the bed creaking faintly under Daisy's weight as she lay there, exposed and waiting, her body a canvas of flushed skin and parted thighs.

Cassian loomed over her, his broad frame casting a shadow that made her pulse quicken. His jeans hung low on his hips, cock standing rigid and demanding, the girth of it a promise of the stretch to come. He met her gaze for a split second, his eyes dark with raw hunger, before a smirk tugged at his lips.

'Fuck, Daisy, you have no idea how bad I need this,' he rasped, voice low and gravelly from the drinks.

She didn't respond with words, just a soft, anticipatory breath escaping her lips as she watched him, her hands already sliding down to grip under her knees. She pulled her legs back toward her chest, opening herself wider, the position arching her hips up invitingly, her pussy glistening under the dim light. A tiny whimper slipped out as she held the pose, her body trembling with the vulnerability of it all.

'Yeah, that's it, hold those legs for me, baby,' Cassian murmured, his tone commanding yet laced with approval.

He spat into his palm with a deliberate, wet sound, the saliva pooling warm in his hand before he reached down. Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, he smeared the slickness over the swollen head, rubbing it in firm strokes that made the crown gleam. Daisy's eyes fixed on his movements, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts. Another small whimper bubbled up from her throat as she felt the air cool against her exposed folds, her inner thighs quivering from the strain of holding herself open.

Leaning in closer, Cassian braced one arm on the bed, then he pursed his lips and let a thick strand of spit fall straight from his mouth, landing with a soft, obscene splatter right onto her pussy. The warmth of it spread across her sensitive skin, mixing with her own wetness. She let out a faint, breathy whimper at the sensation, her eyelids fluttering as the spit trickled down her folds, but she kept her focus on him, biting her lower lip in silent plea.

Grinning wolfishly, Cassian gripped the base of his cock and dragged the head through the mess, smearing it over her entrance in slow, teasing circles. The broad tip nudged her clit first, sending a jolt through her, then dipped lower to coat her hole thoroughly. He pressed just enough to part her lips, the friction making her hips twitch involuntarily. Her grip tightened under her knees, knuckles whitening as she held herself steady, a quiet whimper escaping as the head bumped insistently against her.

With his free hand, Cassian reached down and pressed firmly on one of her thighs, his palm hot and unyielding as he pushed it outward, spreading her even more. Her knees bent further toward her chest, the stretch pulling her muscles taut.

'Wider, baby,' he urged, his voice thick with lust. 'I want to see you open up for this cock. Yeah, just like that... perfect. You ready for this?'

Daisy complied without a sound beyond another soft whimper and a eager nod of her head, her body yielding to his touch, the position leaving her completely at his mercy. Finally, he lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock kissing her hole, resting there with a pressure that made her breath hitch. Cassian groaned low in his throat, his eyes flicking between the erotic sight below and her face above.

'Shit, here we go.' He started pushing forward, the tip meeting the snug resistance of her walls, warm, velvety heat that gripped him immediately.

Torn between the two views, Cassian watched as the head began to breach her, her folds stretching taut around his thickness, then glanced up to her expression. Her mouth dropped open into a small, needy pout, lips parting on a silent gasp as the pressure built. A little whimper slipped out, high and soft, as his tip pushed past the entrance, the ring of muscle giving way with a slick pop.

'Fuck, so tight baby,' he breathed, hips inching forward with controlled force.

His gaze darted down again, mesmerized by the way her walls clung to him, then back to her face, where her eyes were starting to roll back, eyelids fluttering erratically. Daisy's whimpers grew a touch louder as the first inch sank in, her body adjusting to the invasion, but she stayed mostly silent, watching him through half-lidded eyes, her pout deepening with each subtle shift.

Emboldened, Cassian thrust lightly, just the first few inches, a shallow rock of his hips that let the girth slide in and out without going deeper. He didn't ask if she was okay, but his movements were measured, gentle enough to give her time to accommodate the burn of the stretch. Another light thrust, the head and initial length gliding through her snug channel, coated in their combined slickness. As the first two inches truly seated themselves, Daisy's moans escalated, louder now, more desperate, turning whinier with each pass.

'Ah... ahh,' she let out, the sounds breathy and pleading, her eyes rolling back further, body arching slightly under the sensation.

The stretch hit her fully, his girth forcing her open, sending waves of intense fullness radiating through her core. Cassian kept the rhythm shallow, thrusting lightly to let her adjust, his hand still pinning her thigh wide while the other braced beside her.

'That's it baby. Let me hear how much you want this cock stretching you,' he growled, eyes locked on her face now, drinking in the flutter of her eyelids and the desperate whine building in her throat. He pushed a fraction deeper on the next light thrust, savouring the way her walls fluttered around him, warm and insistent.

Cassian's hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each gentle thrust coaxing another fraction of his thick length deeper into Daisy's welcoming heat. The slick sounds of their joining filled the room, mingled with their ragged breaths and the faint creak of the mattress. He kept his movements measured, savouring the way her body yielded to him without resistance, her inner walls moulding around his girth like they were made for this exact fit. No sharp twinges or winces from her; just the pure, electric rush of pleasure that had her trembling beneath him.

'Fuck, Daisy... feels so fucking good,' Cassian groaned, his voice a low rumble thick with the haze of alcohol and arousal. His eyes were glued to the sight where their bodies connected, watching the broad shaft of his cock sink incrementally further with every push. Inch by inch, her pussy stretched to accommodate him, the flushed lips of her folds hugging him tightly, pulling him in deeper.

Daisy clung to the undersides of her knees with white-knuckled fingers, her petite frame arched off the bed as she fought to keep her legs splayed wide. She tried to watch him, her gaze locked on the mesmerizing slide of his cock disappearing into her, but the sensations overwhelmed her, waves of bliss crashing through her core, erasing the lonely months of just her toy filling her up. After five long months without this, without the real weight and heat of a man, Cassian's big, girthy cock was pure ecstasy, stretching her in ways Carlos never could. A desperate, whiny moan tore from her throat as he pressed in another inch, her walls fluttering around the invading thickness.

'Mmm... ahh,' she whimpered, the sound high and needy, her pouty lips parting wider.

'Yeah, that's my girl,' Cassian urged, his large hands sliding from her thighs to grip them firmer, thumbs digging into the soft flesh to hold her open even as her hold started to falter.

He thrust gently again, the head of his cock nudging past another ring of resistance, burying himself a bit more. A light grunt escaped him, his abs tensing with the effort of restraint. He rocked his hips forward, the motion fluid and controlled, letting the next portion of his length breach her snug channel.

Her whiny moans grew more insistent, spilling out in a string of breathy pleas as the stretch intensified the pleasure, sending sparks up her spine. Daisy's eyes fluttered, struggling to stay fixed on the erotic view of him claiming her, but the bliss was too much, her head lolled back against the rumpled sheets, eyelids squeezing shut as she surrendered to it. The relief of finally feeling a real cock inside her, thick and pulsing, after all that time with nothing but silicone, made her mind haze over in euphoric fog.

'Ohh fuck Cass... nngh,' she whined louder, the desperation edging into her voice, her body quivering with each shallow plunge.

Cassian noticed her hands loosening, her fingers slipping from under her knees as her arms went slack at her sides. But he wasn't about to let her close up, not when she was opening so beautifully for him.

'Keep those legs nice and wide,' he murmured, his grip tightening on her thighs, spreading them further apart with unyielding strength.

His palms pressed into the sensitive skin, holding her knees bent toward her chest, keeping her pussy exposed and vulnerable. He grunted softly with the next thrust, watching intently as more of his cock vanished inside her, the veined shaft glistening with her arousal.  Another gentle push, and he sank in a little more, the warmth of her enveloping him fully, her walls clenching rhythmically around the added girth. Cassian's breath hitched, a low grunt rumbling from his chest as he felt her body adjust seamlessly, the friction turning molten.

'Fuck, yes... you're perfect for this cock. Taking every bit I'm giving without a hitch.' He thrust lightly again, the motion drawing out another desperate whine from her, her head still thrown back, eyes closed in total immersion.

Daisy's moans turned even whinier, a continuous stream of 'Ahh... please... mmm' as the fullness built, her hips instinctively tilting up to meet his shallow drives. The pleasure was unfiltered, radiating from her core outward, making her toes curl and her breath come in pants. Losing herself in it, she barely registered her hands falling limp, but Cassian's hold kept her pinned open, his fingers bruising her thighs in the best way.

'That's it, lose yourself in it, baby,' Cassian rasped, his grunts punctuating each incremental slide forward.

He watched, transfixed, as his cock delved further, the sight fueling his hunger. He rocked into her gently, burying another inch, his body hovering over hers, sweat beading on his tattooed chest. Daisy's whiny moans shifted into something more urgent, her body arching up from the bed as the shallow thrusts teased her with just enough fullness to ignite a deeper craving. The stretch from his thick cock had her walls pulsing greedily, but it wasn't enough, not after months of emptiness, not with the promise of his entire length buried inside her. Her eyes snapped open, hazy with lust, and she gasped out.

'Cassian... please… fuck me properly, uhh I need it baby.' Her voice cracked on the plea, desperate and raw, her fingers twitching at her sides as if reaching for something to anchor her.

Cassian let out a deep, guttural groan, the sound vibrating through his chest as her words hit him like a spark to dry tinder.

'Fuck yes, baby, begging for it already? That's what I like to hear.' His grip on her thighs tightened for a moment, muscles flexing under his tattooed skin, before he adjusted his stance at the edge of the bed.

He pulled back slightly, the head of his cock dragging along her slick folds, then drove forward with more force, his hips snapping harder than before. The bed frame protested with a louder creak, the wooden slats groaning under the increased rhythm as he sank deeper, claiming another inch with each powerful push. The pace quickened, his thrusts turning insistent, each one burying his cock a fraction further into her clenching heat. Wet sounds grew louder, her arousal coating him fully, easing the way as he worked himself in. No full slaps of skin on skin yet, his balls still hovered short of brushing her ass, but the roughness built fast, his body tensing with restraint barely holding.

Daisy moaned freely now, the stretch sending jolts of intense pleasure radiating through her core, her inner muscles fluttering around the invading girth. Her full tits bounced with every drive, nipples hard and flushed, jiggling in time with his movements. She propped herself up on her elbows, gaze dropping to where he plunged into her, mesmerized by the sight of his veined shaft disappearing bit by bit into her soaked entrance.

Cassian’s grunts punctuating the air as he watched intently, eyes dark with hunger fixed on the erotic union. He could feel her body opening up, yielding completely, the resistance melting into slick acceptance. Another hard thrust, and he seated himself halfway, the bed creaking sharply.

 'Taking it so good.' He rocked forward again, the force making her body jolt, her moans spilling out in a continuous stream, high, breathless sounds that filled the room without words, just pure vocal release as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Daisy's head had started to tilt back once more, but she forced it down, compelled to watch the way his thick length speared into her, the lips of her pussy stretching taut around him. The visual amplified everything, her walls squeezing tighter in response, milking him as he pushed relentlessly. Cassian noticed her fixation, a smirk tugging at his lips amid his laboured breaths. He released one thigh, his hand sliding up her sweat-dampened skin, fingers threading into her hair at the crown of her head. He fisted the strands firmly, not yanking but holding her head steady, forcing her chin down just enough to keep her eyes on the action. The dominance in the gesture was subtle yet commanding, his body leaning over hers slightly as he thrust harder still.

'You like watching that, baby?' he growled, voice low and edged with possession, his free hand returning to her thigh to spread her wider. Another rough push, and he sank in further, the bed creaking insistently beneath them. 'Like watching that tight little cunt swallow me whole?.'

His cock drove deeper, the girth parting her fully now, her moans peaking as the stretch hit its zenith. 'This what you've been missing, princess? Getting fucked like a good little slut, real cock pounding you instead of that toy?'

Daisy's response was immediate, a throaty 'Fuck yes!' bursting from her lips, the words fragmented and breathless as his hold on her hair kept her gaze locked downward.

She couldn't form anything else, just more moans, raw and uninhibited, her body trembling under the onslaught. The final thrust seated all seven inches inside her, his hips flush against hers at last, the fullness making her walls spasm around him completely. Wet heat enveloped him to the hilt, her pussy stretched to its limit, and she watched it all, forced to witness the complete claiming as pleasure blurred her vision.

With all seven inches of his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her, Cassian paused for a split second, savouring the way Daisy's pussy clenched around him like a vice, her walls rippling in tight, wet pulses that pulled him deeper. The heat of her enveloped him completely, slick and swollen from her earlier orgasm, hugging every ridge and vein with perfect friction.

He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her inner muscles fluttering as they adjusted to the fullness, and it took every ounce of his control not to lose it right then. But the need to move, to claim her fully, overrode everything. His grip on her hair tightened at the crown of her head, fingers woven firmly into the strands, keeping her neck arched just enough so her eyes stayed locked on the sight of his shaft disappearing into her.

Daisy's breath hitched in a sharp, needy whine, her body instinctively trying to rock up toward him, but he held her steady with his other hand clamped around her thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep her leg splayed wide open. The position exposed her completely, her pussy lips stretched taut around his base, glistening with their combined arousal. She watched it all, mesmerized and overwhelmed, the visual sending fresh waves of heat coiling low in her belly. The stretch burned in the best way, a delicious ache that made her toes curl against the rumpled sheets.

Then Cassian pulled back slowly, dragging his cock out until just the swollen head remained notched at her entrance, her walls clinging desperately to him, reluctant to let go. The drag pulled a long, whiny moan from Daisy's throat, high and desperate, echoing off the bedroom walls. Without pause, he slammed forward again, harder this time, bottoming out in one forceful thrust that buried him balls-deep once more. The impact jolted her entire body, her tits heaving upward with the force, and the bed frame let out a sharp, protesting creak beneath them.

He didn't give her time to recover. Cassian set a brutal rhythm immediately, his hips snapping forward with increasing power, each drive pounding into her with unyielding precision. He bottomed out every single time, his heavy balls now slapping rhythmically against her ass with wet, obscene smacks that filled the room alongside the creaking bed. The wooden slats groaned louder under the assault, the headboard thumping against the wall in time with his thrusts, creating a symphony of raw, primal sounds. Skin met skin in loud, fleshy slaps, his pelvis crashing into hers, the force rippling through her thighs and making her whole body quake. Daisy's moans escalated into desperate, whiny cries, loud and unrestrained, spilling from her lips in a continuous stream that grew more frantic with each plunge. '

Ah…oh god-' she gasped out fragments, but words failed her completely, dissolving into breathless whimpers and keening wails as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming.

Her pussy hugged him so perfectly, the tight, velvety grip milking his length with every withdrawal and squeeze, her arousal leaking out to coat his shaft and drip down onto the sheets. The sensation of being filled so utterly, stretched and pounded without mercy, had her mind blanking, focused solely on the building pressure deep inside, the way his cock dragged against her most sensitive spots with every brutal entry.

Cassian grunted low in his throat, the sounds rough and animalistic, punctuating each thrust like a growl of pure exertion. His muscles bunched and flexed, biceps straining as he held her thigh pinned open, abs tightening with every snap of his hips. Sweat beaded on his skin, trickling down his chest as he fucked into her relentlessly, the friction building heat between them that made his cock throb inside her clenching heat. He could feel her walls spasming erratically now, the perfect hug of her pussy driving him wild, urging him to go deeper, harder, even as restraint frayed at the edges.

His hand in her hair kept her head tilted, forcing her gaze downward to watch the erotic spectacle, his thick cock pistoning in and out of her soaked folds, pulling her lips outward on the retreat and shoving them back with each invading push. The dominance in the hold was unyielding, a silent command to witness how he owned her body.

The pace didn't let up; if anything, it intensified. Cassian's thrusts grew more forceful, his hips grinding against her clit at the end of each bottom-out, sending sparks of electricity shooting through her nerves. The bed creaked incessantly now, a steady, rhythmic complaint that matched the slapping of their skin—wet and urgent, the sounds mingling with Daisy's loud, whiny moans that bordered on sobs of ecstasy. Her free leg trembled, knee bending slightly as she tried to brace herself, but his grip on her thigh kept her spread impossibly wide, allowing him unrestricted access to pound into her core. Every withdrawal left her feeling achingly empty for a heartbeat, only to be filled again in a rush that punched the air from her lungs, her walls fluttering wildly around him.

He grunted again, deeper this time, the vibration rumbling through his chest as he leaned forward slightly, his weight pressing her deeper into the mattress without losing momentum. The angle shifted just enough to hit a new spot inside her, making her whines pitch higher, more desperate, her body arching off the bed in involuntary response. Her pussy clenched tighter, hugging his cock in rhythmic pulses that matched his thrusts, the slick friction so intense it bordered on too much.

Cassian's focus narrowed to the feel of her, the way she took him completely, the heat and wetness that sucked him in greedily, the subtle quiver of her thighs under his hands. No words passed between them; the room was alive with their shared sounds, his guttural grunts, her loud, whiny cries, the creaking bed, the slapping flesh, all underscoring the raw intensity of the moment, their bodies locked in a frenzy of sensation and need. Cassian's mind spun in a haze of raw lust as he slammed into Daisy again and again, his thick cock driving deep into her soaking pussy with each powerful thrust.

Fuck, she was the hottest girl he'd ever laid eyes on, those full tits bouncing with every impact, her flushed skin glowing under the dim bedroom light, and at just 19, she was a goddamn vision of youthful perfection wrapped around him. Here he was, buried balls-deep in this tight, eager little body, pounding her like he'd been starving for it his whole life. This had to be the peak, the absolute high point of every hookup he'd ever chased. But then the memory flashed back, her words from earlier, that desperate need to be fucked right, to be used and taken by a real man after months of nothing but a toy. Yeah, that's what she craved, and that's exactly what he was delivering. No more holding back; he was going to wreck her, use her body like his personal fuck doll, show her what she'd been missing all that time with limp-dicked college boys and her silicone stand-in.

Without a second's hesitation, Cassian leaned down over her, his broad chest heaving as sweat dripped from his brow onto her heaving tits. He hooked his big, muscular arms under her ass and thighs in one fluid motion, his biceps bulging as he gripped her waist. He pulled her knees up and over his forearms, locking her into place like she weighed nothing, because to him, she didn't. Straightening up to his full height, he lifted her clean off the bed, her back arching away from the mattress as his cock stayed sheathed deep inside her pussy, the sudden shift making him spear even deeper into her core. The new angle pressed the head of his dick right against her cervix, stretching her walls impossibly tighter around his girth.

Daisy gasped sharply, the sound ripping from her throat in a mix of shock and ecstasy, her eyes widening as the depth hit her like a punch.

'Oh fuck, Cassian!' she cried out, her voice breaking on a whine, her pussy clenching hard around him in response to the overwhelming fullness.

It felt like he was rearranging her insides, every inch of his seven-inch length buried so much deeper now, rubbing against spots she didn't even know she had. Her hands flew up instinctively, fingers digging into his broad shoulders for purchase, then sliding around to clutch at the back of his neck, pulling herself closer as her body dangled in his hold. The position left her completely at his mercy, her legs folded and spread wide over his arms.

Cassian grunted with effort and satisfaction, his hips already starting to buck upward as he bounced her on his cock like she was nothing more than a lightweight toy designed for his pleasure. He stood there fully clothed, jeans shoved down just enough to free his throbbing shaft, shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked torso, while her naked body moved with him, her tits jiggling wildly with each upward thrust. He lifted her up slightly on the withdrawal, her pussy sliding along his length until the head nearly popped free, then slammed her back down, impaling her fully as his hips punched up to meet her descent. The motion was relentless, his strong arms flexing as he controlled every bounce, using her weight to drive her down harder onto him. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room with each drop, her arousal coating his balls and thighs.

Daisy's hair swayed wildly behind her back, long strands whipping with the rhythm of his bounces, and she let her head roll back on her shoulders for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she reeled from the sensation of total surrender. The way he manhandled her, lifting and dropping her like she was made for this, fuck, it was intoxicating. Her moans turned into breathless pants, high and needy, spilling out uncontrollably as the deeper penetration sent sparks exploding through her nerves.

'Yes… oh god, yes… fuck, just like that,' she whimpered, her nails scraping lightly over his skin, holding on for dear life as her body jolted with every impact.

The friction was insane, his cock dragging against her g-spot on the way up and bottoming out against her deepest walls on the way down, building that coil of pressure tighter and tighter in her belly. He bounced her faster now, his grunts growing rougher, more primal, punctuating the air as his muscles strained to keep the pace. Their bodies slapped together audibly, her ass meeting his thighs with sharp smacks, her pussy lips kissing his base each time she sank fully onto him.

Cassian's eyes locked on her face, drinking in the way her lips parted in constant gasps, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, sweat making her skin glisten. She looked back at him finally, her head lifting with effort, their faces inches apart now, breaths mingling hot and heavy. He could see the wild desire in her eyes, the way she bit her lip between moans, completely lost in the way he was using her.

'You take it so fucking well, Daisy,' Cassian growled through gritted teeth, his voice low and gravelly as he bounced her harder, the force making her tits bounce right in front of his face.

He thrust up sharply on the next bounce, eliciting a sharp cry from her, her walls fluttering around him in response. Daisy panted heavily, her forehead nearly touching his as she clung to him, her voice coming out in fragmented moans.

'Cassian…fuck, you're so deep... don't stop, please, it feels-ah!-so good.' Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, her body trembling in his arms as another wave of pleasure crested through her.

He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling from his chest as he adjusted his grip, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her ass to spread her cheeks wider, letting him sink even deeper on the next drop.

'That's right, baby girl, let me hear how much you love it.' His hips rolled upward in a grind at the bottom of each bounce, rubbing his pelvis against her clit, making her gasp and shudder.

'Yes-god, yes, I've needed this,' Daisy admitted breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded as she stared into his, the intimacy of their closeness amplifying everything. 'Use me, Cassian... fuck me like you own me.'

Her words dissolved into another loud moan as he picked up the pace, bouncing her with more force, her hair flying and body quaking in his hold. Cassian leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he grunted with each thrust.

'Own you? Fuck yeah, I do. This pussy's mine' He nipped at her earlobe lightly, then pulled back just enough to capture her gaze again, their faces so near he could feel her ragged breaths on his skin.

She whimpered, nodding frantically as her hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles under his shirt.

'It's yours, take it, all of it. Harder, fuck Cassian…please.' The desperation in her voice spurred him on, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, the slick heat driving him wild.

'That's my girl,' he rasped, his arms burning from the effort but refusing to slow, bouncing her relentlessly as the room echoed with their shared sounds, her whiny moans, his deep grunts, the wet slaps of their joining. He slammed her down particularly hard on the next bounce, drawing a keening cry from her lips, her body arching in his grip.

Daisy looked back at him, panting and breathing heavily, her eyes glazed with lust as their faces hovered so close. He grunted low, his voice rough with need as he held her gaze. 'You look so fucking good like this, Daisy. Could fuck this tight little cunt for the rest of my life... fuck'

Cassian didn't let up for a second, his powerful arms flexing as he kept bouncing Daisy on his cock in that standing position, her body rising and falling with each forceful lift and drop. His thick shaft plunged deep into her slick pussy over and over, the wet sounds of her arousal mixing with the sharp, delicious slaps of their skin colliding,

her ass cheeks smacking against his thighs every time he drove her down fully onto him. He gripped her tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass and waist, controlling her completely as he fucked her hard, his hips snapping up to meet her descent with brutal precision. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his neck and soaking into his shirt, but he didn't care; the way her tight walls clenched around his above-average girth had him hooked, her small frame taking every inch like she was made for it.

Daisy moaned loud and unrestrained, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her head lolled back again, hair cascading wildly, but her eyes kept fluttering open to lock onto his, wild and desperate. A breathless whine between gasps escaped her, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Her pussy fluttered around him with each bounce, the friction building that fire low in her belly, but it wasn't enough—she craved the intensity, the raw power he was unleashing.

'Yes, yes, yes, yes harder! Fuck, Cass, I need it harder!' She arched her back as much as she could in his hold, pushing her tits forward, nipples hard and begging for attention, her entire body trembling from the relentless pounding.

Cassian watched her in genuine awe, his breath coming in heavy grunts as he hammered up into her. Fuck, this tiny 19-year-old was wrapped so perfectly around his seven-inch cock, her pussy stretched wide and dripping, taking the full force of his thrusts without breaking. He'd seen girls tap out before, but not Daisy, she was insatiable, her small body absorbing every slam and still demanding more, her moans fuelling his drive. It blew his mind how she gripped him, her inner muscles squeezing like a vice, pulling him deeper with each drop. He wanted to give it to her, wreck her just like she needed, show her what a real man could do.

'Goddamn, Daisy, you're taking my cock like such a good slut,' he growled, his voice rough and edged with amazement as he bounced her faster, the slaps growing louder, more urgent. 'So fucking small, and you're swallowing every inch, Shit, you're perfect.'

He leaned in closer, their faces inches apart again, his hot breath fanning over her lips as he thrust up sharply, making her cry out. Her pleas drove him wild; he could feel her getting wetter, her juices slicking his balls and dripping down his legs. She rocked her hips in time with his bounces, grinding down to meet him, the added pressure on her clit sending sparks up her spine.

'Yes- oh fuck, yes, just like that! Don't hold back, give me everything you’ve got baby!' Her words spilled out in a rush, punctuated by sharp gasps, her body quivering in his arms as the pleasure bordered on overwhelming.

That was it, Cassian couldn't stay standing forever, not with the way she was begging. Wanting to pound her even harder, to really give her what she craved, he shifted his weight carefully, keeping her knees hooked securely over his forearms. With a low grunt, he climbed onto the bed, manoeuvring them both without pulling out, his cock staying buried deep inside her as he lowered her back toward the mattress. The movement made her pussy clench tighter around him, drawing a hiss from his lips at the sensation.

He positioned himself above her, digging his hands into the mattress on either side of her head for leverage, his arms caging her in as he kept her legs splayed wide and folded back, knees still over his forearms, her thighs pressed toward her chest, opening her pussy completely for his assault. Now fully on the bed, Cassian loomed over her, his clothed body a dominant shadow as he started pounding into her with renewed fury. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, driving his cock balls-deep into her exposed pussy, the angle letting him hit even deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

The bed creaked under them, the frame protesting the force, but he didn't ease up, each slam was harder, faster, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her like he owned her. Her tits bounced wildly with the impacts, her small frame jolting beneath him, completely pinned and spread for his pleasure.

'Fuck, that's it,' Cassian rasped, his eyes locked on where they joined, watching his thick length disappear into her stretched pussy over and over. 'Look at you, splayed open like this, pussy gripping me so tight. You wanted harder? Here it is, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight.' He grunted with each powerful thrust, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her skin, the raw awe in his voice mixing with the dominance.

Daisy screamed out in ecstasy, her moans turning into high-pitched cries as the new position amplified everything—the depth, the speed, the way he controlled her completely.

'Cass, yes! Fuck, just like that… don’t fucking stop baby!' she begged, her hands sliding down from his neck to cling to his biceps, fingers clawing at his shirt as her body arched up to meet his slams. The pressure built impossibly fast, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him, every nerve alight. 'Oh god, yes…yes, yes, I need more! Pound me, Cassian, don't stop!' Her voice was desperate, words slurring with pleasure, tears of overwhelm pricking her eyes as she took it all.

He obliged without hesitation, his arms straining against the mattress as he drove into her harder, the slaps of skin on skin filling the room like a filthy symphony.

'Shit, Daisy, you're so fucking good, taking it all like this.' he admitted through gritted teeth, a rare vulnerability slipping into his dirty talk as he watched her face contort in bliss. His thrusts grew punishing, hips pistoning as he held her open, giving her everything she demanded.

'Yes, fuck, Cass, I need it! wreck this little pussy!' Daisy wailed, her legs trembling in his hold, the vulnerability of being so exposed only heightening her arousal. 'Yessss, just like that… fuck I can feel you so deep! Don't stop, oh god, yes!' She panted wildly, her body slick with sweat, lost in the haze of being utterly used and filled.

Cassian felt the last threads of his restraint snap like brittle wire, the sight of Daisy beneath him, her small body writhing, her pussy clenching greedily around his thick cock as she begged for more, igniting a primal fire in his gut. She wanted this, craved being used, dominated, broken open by him, and fuck if it didn't make him want to step up, to be the real man she deserved, the one who could give her everything without holding back.

Her hands clutched the front of his shirt desperately, fingers twisting the fabric as his hips pistoned forward, slamming his seven-inch length deep into her soaked core with each punishing thrust. The bed groaned under the force, her tits jiggling against his chest, her moans fuelling the beast inside him.

He unhooked her legs from over his arms, allowing her to drop them slightly, but Daisy still held them wide, spreading herself just as much. Cassian grabbed her right hand first, yanking it off his shirt and slamming it down onto the mattress beside her head, his large palm pinning her wrist with unyielding strength. She gasped at the sudden control, but before she could react, he snatched her other hand, forcing it next to the first and trapping both in his iron grip. The shift in position dropped his broad chest flush against hers, her hard nipples scraping against the rough fabric of his shirt, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together as he kept driving into her pussy relentlessly. His face hovered inches from hers now, noses brushing, breaths mingling in hot pants, his eyes dark and feral, locked on her wide, lust-glazed ones.

'You like that, you little slut?' he growled low and rough, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated through her body, hips never slowing as his cock stretched her wide, pounding against her inner walls. 'Like being split open on this cock? fuck I know you do, listen to you, begging like a desperate whore.' The words poured out filthy and raw, his teeth bared in a predatory snarl, the dominance surging through him like adrenaline.

Daisy couldn't hold back the raw, guttural moan that tore from her throat at his degrading praise, her body arching up into him instinctively, pussy fluttering wildly around his girth. The filth hit her like a spark to dry tinder, making her clit throb and her juices leak down her ass. She grunted through clenched teeth, her voice strained and breathless as she stared up at him, defiance and surrender mixing in her eyes.

'Yes, baby…I fucking love it,' she rasped, her words broken by a sharp gasp as he thrust deeper. 'Love being your filthy whore.'

Cassian's groan rumbled deep in his chest, a primal sound of approval as she leaned into his dominance, her submission wrapping around him tighter than her pussy. It drove him wild, this tiny girl giving herself over completely. He shifted his hold, clasping both her slender wrists in one massive hand, his fingers like steel bands as he stretched her arms above her head, pinning them to the pillow. Her body was fully at his mercy now, chest heaving against his, unable to touch or move as he loomed over her. With his free hand, he reared back slightly and slapped her across the face, hard, the sharp crack echoing in the room, her cheek blooming pink under his palm.

'Say it again,' he grunted, his cock twitching inside her at the way she jolted, her walls clamping down like a vice. 'Tell me you're my little whore.' His eyes burned into hers, demanding, the slap only the start of what he wanted to unleash.

Daisy gasped sharply, the sting blooming hot on her skin, but it sent a bolt of electric pleasure straight to her core, her pussy clenching hard on his cock, milking him as a scream of a moan ripped from her lips. The pain mixed with the fullness, pushing her higher, her body trembling under his weight. She bucked her hips up desperately, chasing the friction even as he held her down.

He didn't wait long another slap landed, sharper this time, rocking her head slightly to the side. Cassian grabbed her face then, his rough fingers digging into her cheeks, squishing them together and forcing her to meet his gaze. Her lips puckered under the pressure, eyes watering from the intensity, but she didn't look away.

'Say it,' he growled, voice low and commanding, his thumb pressing hard against her jaw. 'Fucking say it, Daisy.'

She whined high and desperate, the sound turning into a cry as the second slap's heat sank in, her pussy spasming around him in response. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from hurt but from the overwhelming rush, the way he owned her completely.

'I'm your little whore, Cass,' she cried out, her voice cracking with raw need, body quivering as she submitted fully.

Cassian slapped her again, lighter this time, just enough to sting and reinforce his control, his hand lingering on her reddened cheek. 'Good fucking girl,' he praised through gritted teeth, his hips snapping forward harder, cock burying to the hilt in her dripping pussy.

'Open your fucking mouth.' He pinched her cheeks tighter, forcing her flushed lips to part wide, her jaw dropping open under his grip. Without hesitation, he hawked and spat hard into her mouth, a thick glob of saliva landing on her tongue, the act so degrading and intimate it made his balls tighten.

Daisy moaned out at the sheer filthiness of it, the salty taste of him flooding her senses as she stared up at him, vulnerable and aroused beyond words. Her tongue curled instinctively, savouring the evidence of his dominance while his cock continued to pound into her, stretching her relentlessly.

He loosened his grip on her face just a fraction, his fingers still cupping her jaw possessively. 'Swallow it,' he ordered, voice husky with lust, eyes never leaving her mouth. 'Swallow every drop, show me you're mine.'

Daisy obeyed without a second thought, her throat working visibly as she swallowed his spit down, the act sending a fresh wave of heat through her. Before he could even demand it, she stuck her tongue out flat, tilting her head back to prove she'd taken it all, pink and wet, empty and waiting for more. Her eyes pleaded up at him, body pinned and fucked, utterly his.

'Fuck, you're such a dirty bitch,' Cassian grunted, the words punched out on a deep thrust, his cock throbbing inside her clenching heat.

The sight of her like that, tongue out, face marked by his hand, pussy taking his brutal pace, pushed him to the edge of sanity. He released her jaw fully now, leaning down swiftly, crashing his mouth against hers in a deep, devouring kiss. His tongue licked into her mouth possessively, tasting the remnants of his own spit mixed with her sweetness, swirling and claiming as he fucked her harder. Their lips sealed wet and messy, breaths shared in ragged gasps, his free hand still locking her wrists above her head while his hips drove forward without mercy, the slap of his balls against her ass punctuating every plunge into her soaked pussy.

Daisy had never been owned like this before, never felt a man's control wrap around her so perfectly, so completely, that it seeped into every nerve ending and set her entire body ablaze. This was it, the raw, unfiltered dominance she'd been chasing in those long, frustrating five months without a real cock inside her, the kind of possession that made her feel small and cherished all at once. Her dildo, had been a poor substitute, mechanical and lifeless compared to the heat of Cassian's body pinning her down, his thick shaft buried deep in her pussy, claiming her with every brutal thrust. She needed this, craved the way he took her apart piece by piece, and knowing he was only just getting started made her inner walls flutter in anticipation, her clit throbbing against the base of his cock as he ground into her.

His free hand, the one not locking her wrists above her head in an unbreakable grip, slid up from her jaw, fingers splaying wide before wrapping around her slender throat. The touch was firm but light, no real pressure squeezing the air from her lungs, just the weight of his palm holding her in place as his mouth devoured hers in that deep, messy kiss. His tongue licked against hers, tasting the remnants of his spit she'd swallowed so eagerly, while his hips kept up their relentless rhythm, cock slamming into her soaked pussy with wet, obscene slaps.

Was he just anchoring her for the kiss, keeping her steady under his assault? Or testing her, seeing if she'd arch into the threat of more? The thought alone, the image of those strong fingers tightening while he pounded her senseless, sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding her core, her body teetering right on the brink.

Her pussy walls started to clench around him involuntarily, gripping his girth like a fist as the tension coiled tighter in her belly. Every muscle in her body tensed, thighs quivering against his sides, toes curling into the sheets as her breathing grew heavier, coming in desperate, ragged pants that broke against his lips. She was so close, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, her heart hammering wildly under his chest.

Cassian broke the kiss with a low, satisfied hum, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, their sweat-dampened skin sticking together in the heat of the moment. His dark eyes bored into hers, pupils blown wide with lust, reading every flicker of desperation on her face. He knew, fuck, he could feel it in the way her pussy was locking down on his cock, milking him with rhythmic squeezes that made his balls draw up tight. His hips didn't falter, drilling into her at a reckless pace, the bed frame creaking violently under the force, his thick length stretching her wide and hitting that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

'You gonna come for me again, baby?' he grumbled, voice rough and gravelly, laced with that commanding edge that made her shiver. His breath fanned hot over her flushed face, thumb brushing idly over the pulse pounding in her throat.

Daisy's mouth dropped open in a silent cry, her lips parted wide as a high-pitched 'Mmhm' escaped her, needy and broken, her head nodding desperately against his forehead. She couldn't form words, not with the way he was fucking her, not with his hand on her throat reminding her who was in charge. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, body arching as much as his hold allowed, chasing that edge with everything she had.

'Yeah, that's it,' Cassian rasped, his grip on her wrists tightening just a fraction, keeping her splayed out and vulnerable beneath him. 'Do it, baby. Let me feel you come all over that cock.' His words were a filthy permission, growled low and insistent, his hips snapping forward harder, cock plunging deep to grind against her cervix.

It was like her body had been holding back, waiting for his command, for that dominant push over the line. The knot in her stomach snapped without warning, unravelling in a white-hot rush that tore a scream from her throat. Her pussy clenched down hard around his cock, walls convulsing in powerful spasms that rippled from base to tip, pulling him deeper as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her chest arched up into him, nipples scraping against his shirt, but she couldn't move her arms, his hand pinned them mercilessly to the bed, heightening the helplessness that only made it better. Her eyes rolled back in her head, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as waves of pleasure ripped through her, so intense she could swear her soul left her body, leaving her shaking and boneless in its wake.

Her cream gushed out in thick, creamy waves, coating his cock and dripping down to soak his balls and the sheets below. Cassian didn't let up for a second, his pace unyielding as he fucked her through it, each thrust dragging out her release, making her walls flutter and grip him tighter.

'Fuck, yes, that's my girl,' he groaned, voice strained with his own building need, watching her face contort in ecstasy. 'Come on, baby, give it all to me.'

Daisy had never come like this before, never felt pleasure so pure and overwhelming that it bordered on pain, better than any solo session with Carlos where she'd forced herself to squirt just to feel something. But this, Cassian's massive, manly body pinning her down, his thick cock filling her to the brim, stretching her pussy around every inch as she clenched and spasmed, was a revelation. It was real, alive, the heat of his skin, the scent of his sweat mixing with hers, the way his hand on her throat grounded her even as she floated away. Her body convulsed violently beneath him, thighs trembling uncontrollably, heels of her feet digging into his ass as aftershocks wracked her frame, moans turning to whimpers that she couldn't hold back.

'God, you look so fucking perfect when you come like this,' Cassian murmured, his voice a husky praise against her ear, finally easing up on his pace as her orgasm crested and began to fade.

He slowed to deep, deliberate rolls of his hips, drawing out the last flutters of her walls around him. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself fully inside her, cock hilted to the root in her creamy heat, holding still there as he felt her pussy pulse weakly around him, the aftershocks milking him in soft, greedy contractions. His hand loosened on her throat, thumb stroking soothing circles over her racing pulse, while the other kept her wrists secure, his weight a comforting cage over her trembling form.

Daisy floated in a haze of pure, blissful euphoria, her body still humming with the aftershocks of that mind-shattering orgasm, her mind slipping into a delirious fog where nothing existed but the lingering throb in her pussy and the heavy weight of Cassian above her. Her eyes stayed squeezed shut, lashes damp against her cheeks, as she let out soft, uneven breaths, her heart rate finally beginning to slow from its frantic gallop. Every muscle felt liquid, spent, her skin tingling from where he'd pinned her down, his cock still buried deep inside her, thick and unmoving, letting her walls flutter weakly around him in the quiet aftermath. She didn't know what was happening around her, didn't care, just savoured the way her body felt claimed, wrecked in the best possible way, the cream from her release slick between her thighs.

To Be Continued!

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Four (Part 1)

I wanted to do this bit justice as this is where it all begins so there are multiple parts to this chapter! Enjoy 😘

The heavy door of the bar swung shut behind them with a resounding thud, muffling the fading echoes of laughter and clinking glasses as they stepped out into the crisp night air just past midnight. A sharp chill hung in the darkness, the kind that seeped through clothes and raised goosebumps on exposed skin, carrying the faint scent of rain-dampened pavement and distant city smoke.

Daisy shivered immediately, her bare arms prickling as she crossed them over her chest, rubbing at the sudden cold that bit deeper now that the bar's stuffy warmth was gone. She hadn't thought to grab a jacket in her tipsy haze earlier, too focused on the buzz and the man who'd captured her attention inside.

Cassian noticed right away, his sharp eyes catching the way her shoulders hunched against the breeze. Without a word, he shrugged off his leather jacket, the worn black one that smelled of him, all musk and faint whiskey, and draped it around her shoulders in one smooth motion. The heavy material settled warm and enveloping, the lining still carrying his body heat as it enveloped her smaller frame, the sleeves dangling long past her fingertips, despite her arms not being in the sleeves.

'There you go,' he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from the drinks, a hint of that protective edge slipping through as he adjusted the collar to cover more of her neck. 'Can't have you freezing on me before we even get started.'

Daisy glanced up at him with a grateful smile, pulling the jacket tighter around herself, inhaling subtly the intoxicating mix of leather and his scent that made her pulse quicken all over again.

'Thanks,' she said softly, her breath visible in the cool air, before turning to lead the way down the dimly lit sidewalk.

Her house was only about a five-minute walk from here, a quick jaunt through the quiet residential streets lined with old brick buildings and flickering streetlamps, but in her chunky white sandal heels and hammered state, every step felt a little wobbly, the alcohol making the world tilt just enough to keep things exciting.

Cassian's hand found the small of her back again, firm and guiding, his palm pressing through the thin fabric of her top to steady her as they fell into step, the night wrapping around them like a secretive blanket. He walked close, his taller frame casting a subtle shadow over her, boots scuffing softly against the pavement. After a beat of comfortable silence broken only by their shared, uneven breaths, Cassian broke it with a teasing lilt, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on her lower back.

'So, is this how it usually goes with you? You drop all your woes on a stranger in a bar, get 'em buzzed enough to have your way with them?'

Daisy giggled, the sound light and bubbly, bubbling up from her chest as she shot him a sideways glance, her cheeks still flushed from the cold and the remnants of their heated make-out. The jacket's warmth made her feel bolder, more playful, and she leaned into his touch just a fraction.

'Absolutely is,' she replied with exaggerated seriousness, her voice laced with mischief. 'Although usually, I have to slip something in their drink to make it stick. But you... you came pretty willingly.'

She punctuated the joke with a quick wink over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling under the streetlight, lips curving into a sly grin that dared him to play along. Cassian chuckled, the sound deep and tipsy, rumbling from his chest as it vibrated through his hand on her back. He couldn't help the way his lips tugged up at the corners, her cheeky energy pulling him in deeper. In one fluid move, he tugged her sideways into his chest, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her tucked against his side as they continued walking. Her body fit snugly there, soft curves pressing into his harder frame, and he felt the quick hitch in her breath at the contact.

'You know, I came out tonight adamant that I was going home to my own bed alone tonight,' he admitted, his voice dropping lower, warm breath fanning over her hair. 'No complications, no distractions. Just me and a cold pillow. But then you show up, all fire and sass, and suddenly my plans are shot to hell.'

Daisy tilted her head up to pout at him cheekily, her bottom lip jutting out in mock sympathy as she batted her lashes, the alcohol making her bolder than usual. She pressed her hand against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under her palm.

'Aww, poor baby,' she cooed, her tone dripping with teasing exaggeration. 'Is the big bad nineteen-year-old keeping you from your much-needed old man sleep? What, you gotta be up early tomorrow to yell at kids to get off your lawn? Or maybe change your dentures? Come on, admit it, you're probably dreaming of early bird specials right now.'

Cassian barked out a laugh, the sound sharp and genuine, echoing off the empty street as his arm tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. His free hand came up to ruffle her hair lightly, a playful retaliation that made her squeak in protest.

'Keep going with that smart mouth of yours, and I'll show you exactly what this old man's capable of,' he warned, his voice turning rougher around the edges, eyes darkening with that familiar spark of challenge. He leaned down slightly, his lips brushing her temple as he added, 'You might bite off more than you can chew, sweetheart.'

Daisy let out a cheeky laugh, high and delighted, the sound cutting through the quiet night as she twisted in his hold just enough to pull away a step. Emboldened by the buzz and the chill that made her skin tingle, she spun to face him, walking backwards now with her arms outstretched for balance, though it was risky as hell in her heels, the uneven sidewalk blurring under her hazy vision. She nearly stumbled on a crack, but caught herself with a wobbly grin, refusing to break stride.

'Oh, please,' she shot back, her voice laced with feigned innocence as she eyed him up and down. 'I think you're capable of pulling your back out just trying to climb on top of me. Don't worry, though, I give pretty good massages. I'll even tuck you in after with a nice warm glass of milk.'

Cassian smirked, the expression slow and predatory, huffing out a little laugh as he watched her retreat, his eyes locked on the sway of her hips under the jacket. He glanced down at the ground for a split second, shaking his head in amusement at her audacity, but the spark in his gaze sharpened.

Before Daisy could even register the shift, he pounced, closing the distance in two long strides, his hand flying up to grab her face, thumb pressing firmly into one soft cheek while the rest of his fingers splayed across the other, pinching her features together just enough to make her lips purse slightly in surprise. His other hand clamped onto her hip, gripping the denim there with possessive strength as he guided her backward swiftly, her heels scraping against the pavement until her back hit the rough brick wall of the building they were passing.

Daisy gasped at the sudden contact, the cool stone pressing into her spine through her top, a sharp thrill shooting straight to her core as his grip on her face held her steady, forcing her to meet his intense stare. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, breathing picking up in quick, shallow bursts that fogged the air between them, her wide eyes locking onto his as adrenaline and arousal flooded her veins.

The jacket slipped slightly off one shoulder from the force, but she didn't care, pinned there, she felt exposed and alive, her body arching instinctively toward him, the pinch of his fingers sending a delicious spark of submission through her. Cassian loomed over her, his face inches from hers, breath hot and ragged as he got right in her space, his grip unyielding on her cheeks. He growled the words low and commanding, voice like gravel scraping over silk, eyes burning with raw hunger.

'What this old man is gonna do is fuck you so good, sweetheart, that you can't get anything out of this bratty little mouth of yours other than the words 'thank you' and 'yes sir.' You are just going to be a good girl and do whatever I tell you, understand?'

Daisy couldn't help the little moan that slipped out, soft and needy, vibrating against his palm as her eyes fluttered half-closed, the explicit promise in his words making her thighs clench. She nodded as best she could with his fingers still pinching her face, the motion small and eager, her body trembling under his control.

'Y-yes,' she whispered breathlessly, the word muffled slightly but full of surrender, her hands coming up to grip his wrists, not to pull away but to hold on, anchoring herself to him.

Cassian’s smirk deepened at her response, satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he released the pressure on her cheeks just a fraction, but kept his hand there, thumb stroking over her skin now in a teasing caress. He leaned in to nuzzle into the curve of her neck, his nose brushing warm against her chilled skin. He laid sloppy wet kisses along the column of her throat, lips parting to suck lightly at the pulse point that fluttered wildly under his mouth, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin mixed with the faint trace of her perfume.

Daisy tilted her head back against the wall with a soft whimper, exposing more of herself to him, her fingers tightening on his arms as shivers ran down her spine, not from the cold this time, but from the heat building between them. He trailed the kisses upward, slow and deliberate, nipping at the sensitive spot just below her ear before capturing her lobe between his teeth, biting down with a gentle tug that made her gasp sharply.

'That’s my girl,' he whispered hotly into her ear, his breath sending goosebumps racing across her flesh, the praise rumbling deep in his chest as his free hand slid from her hip to squeeze her ass, pulling her flush against the growing hardness in his jeans.

Daisy moaned again, louder this time, her body arching into his touch, hips grinding instinctively against him as the world narrowed to just the two of them in the shadowed alley.

'Cassian...' she breathed, her voice a plea wrapped in desire, but before she could say more, he pulled back slightly, finally letting go of her face with a lingering stroke of his thumb over her bottom lip.

His eyes locked on hers, dark and commanding, before he crashed his mouth down onto hers in a fierce kiss, lips bruising and demanding, tongue thrusting in to claim her fully as his hand tangled in her hair to hold her steady. Daisy's fingers gripped Cassian's shirt hard, twisting the fabric in her fists as she kissed him back with the same raw desperation, her mouth crashing against his in a frenzy of need. Her body pressed forward, moulding to his, the chill of the night air forgotten in the heat building between them.

She could feel her blood pumping wildly through her veins, a hot rush that made her skin tingle and her pulse thunder in her ears. Her nipples hardened into tight buds, straining against the thin material of her top as she panted into the kiss, each ragged breath pulling more air into her lungs while her tongue tangled with his. Down below, her pussy grew wetter, slick arousal soaking her panties and coating her inner thighs, the ache in her clit growing sharper with every press of his body against hers.

This was the sensation she'd been missing for so long, the electric thrill of surrender, the intoxicating rush of being dominated and owned by a total stranger who took what he wanted without hesitation. Cassian's hands roamed her body possessively, one sliding up her back to fist her hair again, tilting her head just how he liked it, while the other braced against the wall beside her, caging her in. She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled but needy, her hips bucking instinctively to grind against the hard bulge of his cock through his jeans.

'Fuck,' Cassian growled against her lips, his voice rough and low, breaking the kiss for a split second to nip at her jawline before diving back in. His tongue swept inside her mouth, claiming every inch, sucking lightly on her lower lip before releasing it with a wet pop. 'Is that pussy wet for me already baby girl?'

Daisy whimpered, her grip tightening on his shirt as she nodded frantically, too breathless to form words at first. 'Mmhm' she admitted in a husky whisper, her cheeks flushing hot even in the dark alley.

She chased his mouth again, licking at his lips before sealing them with hers, her teeth grazing his bottom lip in a teasing scrape. Then she bit down harder, tugging it between her teeth with just enough pressure to sting, pulling a deep, guttural groan from him that rumbled through his chest and straight to her core. Cassian's hand shot down to her ass, fingers splaying wide to grab a handful of the firm flesh through her jeans, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp into the kiss. He kneaded the muscle there, pulling her closer so her pussy rubbed directly against his cock, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up her spine.

'Shit... you're playing with fire, baby,' he rasped, his breath hot and uneven against her mouth as he ground his hips forward once, twice, letting her feel how thick and rigid he was. 'Do that again, and I won’t be able to control myself; I'll have you bent over this wall, pants around your ankles, taking this big cock for anyone to see.'

She shivered at the threat, her pussy clenching emptily, more wetness flooding out as her arousal peaked. Releasing his lip, she licked the spot she'd bitten, soothing it with her tongue before whispering,

'Fuck Cassian please’ Her voice trembled with desire, her hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing his stubbled jaw as she held his gaze, eyes dark and pleading.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her lips as he captured her mouth again in a slower, deeper kiss, his tongue thrusting in and out in a rhythm that mimicked what she craved lower down. His fingers dug deeper into her ass, lifting her slightly so she had to rise onto her toes, her heels scraping the pavement.

‘Tempting as hell, but not here,' he murmured between kisses, nipping at her upper lip now. 'I want you naked, spread wide out, screaming for me.'

Daisy panted harder, her breaths coming in short gasps as she broke the kiss, forehead resting against his for a moment while she caught her breath. The dominance in his tone, the way he controlled the pace, had her body on fire, every nerve ending alive and begging for more.

'Cassian,' she breathed, his name escaping in a desperate plea, laced with urgency and submission. It hung in the air between them, her voice soft but insistent, like a prayer she couldn't hold back.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his grin flashing wide and predatory against her mouth, eyes gleaming with lust in the dim light from the streetlamp nearby. His hand stayed firm on her ass, thumb circling teasingly over the seam of her jeans, right where it met her thigh.

'Say it again,' he demanded, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper, his free hand coming up to trace her swollen lips with his thumb. 'Say my name like you need me to breathe.'

'Cassian... please,' she repeated, her tone more broken now, hips shifting restlessly against him as another wave of wetness slicked her folds. 'I need it so bad... need you.' Her fingers loosened on his shirt, trailing down to hook into his belt loops, tugging him impossibly closer.

His grin widened, satisfied and wicked, as he leaned in to brush his lips over hers in a feather-light tease, not quite kissing her.

'Good girl. That's what I like to hear.' He nipped at her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth briefly before releasing it with a pop, his breath fanning hot over her neck. 'Now get that ass moving, Daisy, show me where this empty house is.'

She nodded eagerly, a soft moan slipping out at his words, her body thrumming with anticipation even as they stood there, locked in the heated moment.

Daisy's heart pounded in her chest like a drum, each beat echoing through her body as she carried on walking down the dimly lit street, the cool night air doing little to temper the flush of heat still lingering on her skin from their heated make out session. Cassian's presence beside her was a constant, magnetic pull, his large hand rested firmly on the small of her back, fingers splayed possessively just above the waistband of her jeans, guiding her with a subtle pressure that made her thighs clench with every step.

The chunky white sandal heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement, a sharp contrast to the soft pad of his boots, and she could feel the slight sway in her hips amplified by the alcohol buzzing through her system, making her feel exposed and alive under his touch.

She didn't say anything for a good few minutes, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and lingering echoes of his dominance, the way he'd pinned her, the growl in his voice, the hard press of his cock against her. Her pussy still throbbed with unmet need, slick and sensitive, every brush of her thighs together sending a fresh spark of arousal up her spine. Cassian walked with easy confidence, his broad shoulders cutting through the night, but she caught the way his eyes flicked to her profile now and then, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He couldn't help but grin wider, loving how he'd already got her falling apart at the seams, her usual cheeky banter silenced by the raw want he'd ignited in her.

Finally, breaking the charged silence, Cassian leaned in closer, his voice dropping to that teasing rumble that sent shivers down her arms. 'What? Got nothing left to say?' he asked, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on her back, the touch light but insistent, like he was reminding her of his control even in this simple walk.

Daisy glanced up at him through her lashes, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire as they kept walking side by side. She swallowed heavily, the motion drawing his gaze to the bob of her throat, and bit her lip lightly, the plump flesh caught between her teeth in a mix of nervousness and playfulness. Her heart skipped at his proximity, the scent of his whiskey-laced breath mingling with the crisp night air.

'Well,' she managed to get out, her voice breathy and a little unsteady, laced with that bratty edge she couldn't quite suppress, 'considering you've just nearly had me dropping to my knees in the middle of the street to suck your cock like some desperate slut... it's probably safer for me to shut my bratty little mouth, right? At least until we're somewhere private where you can shut it for me.'

Cassian chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling from his chest, vibrating through the hand on her back as he absorbed her cheekiness. It only fuelled his amusement, seeing her try to regain some of that fire even as her body betrayed how affected she was. Without warning, his hand slid lower, delivering a light slap to her ass, firm enough to sting through the denim, the impact making her cheek jiggle slightly under his palm.

'Good to see you've learned your lesson,' he said, his tone mock-stern but dripping with approval, fingers lingering to give a quick squeeze before returning to her back. 'How far we got? Don't tell me your house is all the way across town; these jeans aren’t built to hold a boner for long.'

Daisy let out a little giggly yelp at the contact, the slap sending a jolt straight to her core, her pussy clenching with fresh wetness that soaked her panties even more. She grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and delight, the playful sting only heightening the tension coiling in her belly.

'Hey! Warn a girl next time,' she teased, though her voice held no real protest, just breathless laughter as she quickened her pace a fraction, heels clicking faster. 'About another minute, promise. Just round the corner up here.'

He hummed in response, his hand pressing a bit more insistently on her back, steering her around the corner with ease. 'It better be or we may be labelled as exhibitionists,' Cassian shot back, his voice low and gravelly, eyes raking over her form appreciatively as the street opened up to a row of humble little detached houses, their porches lit by soft porch lights and the occasional flicker of a TV through curtained windows.

The neighbourhood was quiet, the kind of suburban calm that made their footsteps echo louder, amplifying the intimacy of their shared silence broken only by their banter. Daisy bit her lip again as her nipples pebbling harder against her shirt as they walked, the cool breeze teasing them through the fabric as the anticipation got too much as they approached her driveway. She glanced sideways at him, her grin turning sly despite the heat pooling between her legs.

Cassian grinned softly, the sound warm and predatory, his fingers dipping just under her shirt to graze the bare skin of her lower back, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh as they approached the end of the driveway, the modest house coming into view with its simple wooden porch and potted plants swaying gently in the breeze. 'This it? Looks cozy.'

She nodded, a soft whimper escaping her as his words painted vivid pictures in her mind, her hand already rummaging in her bag for her keys. 'Yeah, this is it,' Daisy murmured, her voice husky with need as they reached the end of the driveway.

Cassian fell behind a couple of steps, giving her the space she needed, his eyes locked on the sway of her hips and the click of her chunky white sandal heels padding up the decking steps of the porch. The wood creaked faintly under her weight, the night air thick with unspoken promises as she fumbled for the keys, her fingers trembling slightly from the adrenaline and desire coursing through her.

Daisy's fingers trembled slightly as she finally fished the key from the depths of her bag, the metal cool against her heated palm. The porch light cast a soft, golden glow over them, highlighting the flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. Her chunky white sandal heels scraped lightly against the wooden decking as she leaned forward, sliding the key into the lock with a satisfying click that echoed in the quiet night. Behind her, Cassian's boots thudded up the steps, each one deliberate and heavy, closing the distance between them in an instant.

Before she could twist the key fully, his strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, yanking her back against his solid frame. She gasped, the sound turning into a needy whine as he spun her around and pressed her flush against him, her full tits squashing firmly against the hard planes of his chest through the thin barriers of their shirts. The friction sent sparks racing across her skin, her nipples hardening into tight peaks that rubbed deliciously with every shift of their bodies. Instinctively, her arms looped around his neck, fingers threading into the short hairs at his nape, pulling him down as their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss.

Cassian's lips claimed hers with raw possession, his tongue thrusting past her parted lips to tangle with hers, tasting the lingering sweetness of her drinks mixed with the salt of her desire. He groaned low in his throat, the vibration rumbling through her body, one hand sliding up her back to cup the nape of her neck, holding her in place while the other gripped her hip, fingers digging into the denim over her ass.

Daisy whimpered into his mouth, the sound muffled and wet as she pushed herself against him harder, her hips grinding forward to feel the thick bulge of his cock straining against his jeans, pressing insistently into her belly. Her pussy clenched at the contact, aching with emptiness, slick arousal soaking through her panties and dampening the seam of her jeans.

She kissed him back fiercely, sucking on his tongue, her body arching to mould every curve to his strength, the swell of her breasts flattening further, her thighs parting slightly to straddle one of his legs. The world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble on her chin, the way his free hand roamed up to squeeze one of her tits through her shirt, thumb circling her nipple until she moaned louder, the sound breaking the kiss for a split second.

'Fuck, Daisy,' Cassian pulled away just enough to speak, his breath hot and ragged against her swollen lips, both of them panting in the scant space between their faces. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, locking onto hers with an intensity that made her knees weaken.

'This is your last chance to back out, baby. Go into that house by yourself and fill that tight little pussy with that pathetic plastic toy you've been depending on for so long. Because if I follow you in there...' He trailed off, his hand sliding down to cup her ass again, squeezing hard enough to make her yelp softly, lifting her slightly onto her toes. 'I promise I'm not stopping until I've shown you just what you've been missing out on while you've been wasting time chasing those inexperienced little pricks who can't even make you cum properly. I'll fuck you raw until you're screaming, begging for more. You ready for that? For a real man to own every inch of you?'

Daisy's chest heaved as she panted just as much, her lips tingling from the force of their kiss, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before she licked it away. Her eyes fluttered, half-lidded and glassy, staring up at him with pure, unfiltered want. The warning only fuelled the fire in her veins, her clit throbbing at the vivid image he painted, his thick shaft pounding into her, filling her completely, no more lonely nights with her vibrator buzzing uselessly. She could feel the wetness trickling down her inner thigh, her body screaming for him to make good on every threat.

'Take me inside and make me yours, Cassian,' she whispered, her voice husky and broken, laced with desperation as she pressed her forehead to his, her fingers tightening in his hair. 'I need it so badly, baby. Need your cock buried deep, fucking me until I can't think straight. Please... I've waited long enough for someone to ruin me properly.'

The words snapped something in him. Cassian let out an animalistic growl right into her mouth, the sound primal and possessive, vibrating against her lips as he captured them again in a hard, bruising kiss. His tongue plunged deep, mimicking the thrusts he promised, while his body surged forward, walking her backwards toward the door.

Daisy's back hit the wood panel with a soft thud, but she didn't break the kiss, her hand fumbled blindly behind her, fingers wrapping around the key still in the lock. She twisted it frantically, the mechanism giving way with a click, the door swinging open inward as their mouths stayed fused, tongues sliding wetly, teeth nipping at lips.

He pushed her through the threshold without pause, their bodies stumbling over the slight step into the dim entryway of her house. The door banged shut behind them from the momentum, but neither noticed, lost in the frenzy of lips and hands, her whimpers echoing off the walls as his cock ground against her core, promising the destruction she'd begged for.

Their bodies tumbled through the open door in a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud that neither registered. The small hallway of Daisy's humble house enveloped them in dim shadows, the faint scent of her vanilla candle from earlier mixing with the musky aroma of their arousal.

They kissed heavily, mouths devouring each other with sloppy urgency, tongues sliding deep, teeth grazing lips, saliva trailing between them as Cassian's hands roamed greedily over her curves. Daisy's fingers clutched at his shirt, bunching the fabric as she pressed her body flush to his, feeling the rigid length of his cock throbbing against her thigh through his jeans.

'God, Cassian,' she gasped into his mouth, her voice a breathy whine as his palm slid down to squeeze her ass, pulling her even closer.

He growled in response, the sound vibrating against her lips as he backed her up step by step, their boots and heels scuffing against the worn wooden floor. They didn't make it far, just a few feet into the narrow space before Daisy's bag slipped from her shoulder, followed by his leather jacket that she'd been wearing for warmth on the walk. She shrugged them off carelessly, the items thudding to the floor in a heap, forgotten amid the frenzy.

Her hands were too busy exploring him now, tracing the hard ridges of his abs under his t-shirt, while his fingers tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. Cassian's back hit the opposite wall briefly before he spun them, pinning her against the cool plaster of the hallway wall with his solid weight. The impact jarred a soft moan from her throat, her tits pressing flat against his chest, nipples already straining against the thin boobtube.

He hooked one hand under her knee, lifting her leg high and hooking it around his hip, the position spreading her thighs just enough to give him better access. His hips rocked forward immediately, grinding the thick bulge of his cock directly over the seam of her jeans, rubbing against her swollen clit through the denim. The friction was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core, her pussy clenching around nothing as slick heat flooded her panties.

Daisy moaned loudly into his mouth, the sound raw and needy, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. 'Yes... oh fuck' she panted, breaking the kiss for air, her lips brushing his as she spoke.

Her hands roamed hungrily up his biceps, feeling the thick muscles flex under her palms, then across his broad chest, nails scraping lightly over the fabric before digging in sharper when he ground harder. She clawed at his shoulders next, pulling him impossibly closer, her body arching off the wall to chase more of that delicious pressure. 'You're so fucking hard... you wanna fuck me that badly baby?.'

'Damn right I do,' Cassian rasped, his voice rough with lust, eyes locked on hers for a beat before his mouth descended again.

But this time, he didn't aim for her lips, he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there before moving to her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse point, nipping just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with his tongue, lapping at the spot as if tasting her desire. Daisy's breathing grew heavier, ragged pants filling the air, interspersed with little whimpers and moans that escaped unbidden. Her head tilted back against the wall, exposing more of her throat to him, her fingers tightening in his hair to hold him there.

'Fuck baby, that feels so good,' she whimpered, her voice trembling as his lips continued their path, hot and insistent.

Each kiss left a trail of wetness on her skin, cooling in the air and making her shiver. He sucked harder at the hollow of her throat, drawing another moan from her, her free leg wobbling slightly as she balanced on her heel.

'Don’t be leaving any hickeys visible on me you dick.' She breathed out with a small laugh.

He chuckled darkly against her skin, the vibration sending fresh tingles down her spine. 'I'll mark you wherever the fuck I want, sweetheart. Every inch of this body is gonna know who owns it tonight.'

His mouth travelled lower, over her collarbone, tongue flicking out to trace the bone before he nipped at the soft flesh there. Daisy's moans grew louder, her chest heaving with each breath, pushing her tits up toward him as if begging for attention. She could feel her heart pounding, her skin flushing hot under his assault, the ache between her legs intensifying with every grind of his hips, though he'd slowed the motion now, teasing her with shallow rolls that kept her on edge. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving half-moon indents through his shirt.

Cassian's response was a hungry groan, his lips pressing firmer against her chest as he kissed down the valley between her breasts, still covered by the boobtube. But he wasn't content with that barrier. With a sharp tug, he yanked the stretchy fabric down in one forceful motion, the material scraping over her sensitive skin before bunching around her midriff like a makeshift belt. Her full, perky tit bounced free from the sudden release, the cool air of the hallway hitting her flushed flesh and making her nipple pebble instantly into a tight, aching bud.

Daisy couldn't help the deep, throaty moan that tore from her lips, her head thunking back against the wall as her eyes rolled back slightly in her head. The sensation was overwhelming, the rush of exposure, the chill kissing her heated skin, and above all, the sheer forcefulness of it. Cassian hadn't asked, hadn't hesitated; he'd just taken what he wanted, deciding in that moment that he needed to see her bare, to claim her body without permission. And fuck, that was exactly the kind of control she'd craved for so long, someone to dominate her completely, to make her feel desired and owned without a second thought.

'Fuck yes,' she gasped, her voice breaking on a whimper as she looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, watching his gaze darken at the sight of her exposed breast.

He let her leg drop fully now, his hand sliding up her thigh to steady her as both palms moved to her chest. Cassian groaned low and appreciative, the sound guttural as he filled one big hand with her soft mound, his fingers kneading the flesh perfectly, thumb brushing over the neglected nipple on her other breast.

'Fuck, look at these perfect tits,' he murmured, voice thick with hunger, before using his other hand to push her breasts together, creating deep cleavage that he eyed like a starving man. 'Been dying to get my hands on them all night.'

Without another word, he dropped his head, wrapping his hot lips around one of her hard flushed nipples. He sucked hard, tongue teasing the peak with firm laps and flicks, rolling it against the roof of his mouth while his hand squeezed rhythmically. Daisy's back arched off the wall, a sharp cry escaping her as pleasure shot straight to her pussy, making her clench and drip even more.

Cassian lavished attention on Daisy's exposed chest, his mouth hot and insistent as he switched between them, ensuring neither went neglected. He latched onto one swollen nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth with a hungry pull, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bud before he released it with a soft, wet pop.

The cool air kissed the glistening peak immediately, making it tighten further, but he didn't let it linger unattended. With a low, muffled groan of his own, the sound vibrating straight through her flesh as the reality of finally having his mouth on her sank in, he shifted to the other breast, enveloping it just as eagerly.

'Mmm, fuck, these tits are perfect,' he murmured against her skin, his voice thick and garbled around the soft mound. 'So full and responsive... fill my hand perfectly princess.'

Daisy's hands gripped his outer biceps, her fingers digging into the firm, flexed muscles as she watched him through half-lidded eyes. Her eyebrows drew together in intense focus, her plump lips forming a natural pout as she bit down on the lower one, utterly lost in the overwhelming pleasure and thrill of the moment. Waves of heat radiated from her chest, her nipples throbbing under his relentless attention, each suck and swirl sending jolts straight to her core.

She was too wrapped up in the sensation, the raw dominance of his mouth claiming her, to form words. Instead, a desperate whine escaped her throat, high and needy, followed by another soft whimper as he pinched the neglected nipple between his fingers, rolling it firmly while his tongue teased the one in his mouth.

He alternated again, his free hand kneading the underside of her breast, thumb brushing the pebbled areola in slow circles that made her arch into him. Cassian's hips ground against her thigh, his cock straining hard against the confines of his jeans, the rigid outline pressing insistently. Another whine tore from her, more urgent this time, her body trembling as the pleasure built, her pussy clenching with empty need. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, only feel the electric pull of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, the hot slide of his tongue.

The dual assault had her panting, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, but the need to touch him surged through the haze. Without a second thought, Daisy slid one hand down from his arm, her palm flattening over the thick bulge in his jeans. She grabbed his hard cock through the fabric, squeezing the impressive length and rubbing up and down in firm, deliberate strokes, feeling it pulse and twitch under her touch, hot and insistent.

Cassian let out a deep, guttural grumble, the vibration rumbling through her chest where his mouth remained latched onto her nipple. He bucked into her hand on instinct, his teeth grazing her skin as he fought to maintain his rhythm.

'Shit, yes... grab my cock like that, sweetheart. Feel what’s gonna be stretching that little pussy out.'

His voice was rough, laced with raw desperation, as he licked a broad stripe across her breast before sucking the nipple back in, drawing out another desperate whine from her that bordered on a moan. The air in the hallway thickened with their shared heat, the sounds of his muffled groans and her breathy whimpers echoing off the walls.

Daisy's mind swirled with filthy urges. She craved total surrender, to let him manhandle her like a rag doll, take her roughly in any way that satisfied his hunger, pounding into her until she was spent and marked. The thought of his powerful body controlling hers, dictating every thrust and grip, made her clit throb with anticipation. But overriding it all at that moment was the burning need to have him in her mouth first. She had to taste him, feel the heavy weight of his cock sliding over her tongue, swallow around his thickness or she'd regret denying herself this forever.

With a sudden push of determination, Daisy pressed her palms against his chest, shoving herself away from the wall and forcing his mouth off her chest. Her tits jiggled from the abrupt motion, nipples red and slick, standing out proudly in the dim light, but she ignored the chill.

Cassian's eyes flew to hers, dark with confusion and a flicker of protest, his lips shiny from her skin. Before he could voice it, she pressed a finger to his parted mouth, hushing him as she backed him against the opposite wall. The cool plaster hit his back with a thud, contrasting the fire between them as she stepped into his space.

'Shhh,' she breathed, her voice low and commanding despite the tremor of desire in it.

Her finger traced his lower lip, dipping inside briefly to feel the wet heat of his mouth. 'You can take control and fuck me however you want to in a minute. Pound me, use me, make me yours, whatever you need. But right now...'

Cassian searched her face, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips to pull her closer, but she resisted just enough to drop down. She sank into a squatting position in front of him, her bare tits bouncing slightly with the motion, the cool air teasing her sensitive nipples and making them tighten further. Her knees spread on the floor, jeans stretching taut over her ass as she settled between his legs. Looking up at him through her thick lashes, her eyes smouldered with intent, that pouty mouth curving into a wicked smile. She reached out again, palming his cock through his jeans, rubbing the length with slow, deliberate pressure that made his breath hitch.

'Fuck, Daisy,' he rasped, his head thunking back against the wall as his hands fisted at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her hair. 'What are you-'

She cut him off with a sultry chuckle, her fingers already working the heavy buckle of his leather belt, the metal clinking softly in the quiet hallway.

'I need to know what this big cock tastes like first,' she said, her voice dripping with hunger as she tugged at the belt, eyes locked on his the whole time. ‘I need to feel you throb in my mouth, taste every inch before you fuck me senseless.'

Cassian's eyes burned with intensity as he stared down at Daisy, her kneeling form a vision of bold desire in the shadowed hallway. The faint glow from the moonlight and lamppost outside shining in through the window above the door, cast soft highlights across her bare skin, her full breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, nipples still peaked from the earlier heat between them. She reached for his belt first, her fingers nimble and sure despite the alcohol buzzing in her veins, wrapping around the thick leather strap and yanking it loose with a decisive tug. The buckle clattered softly as she pulled it free, her gaze flicking up to meet his for a split second, playful, challenging, like she was daring him to stop her. But he didn't. He couldn't.

He'd fucked his way through more women than he could count without trying. With his build, those wide shoulders packed with muscle from endless drills, the sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, the easy confidence that came from leading men into hell and back, pussy lined up for him like it was his birthright. Eager mouths, wet cunts spreading wide, all begging for a taste of what he could give.

But Daisy? This pint-sized 19-year-old hellion on her knees, hands already moving to the button of his jeans? She hooked into him differently, a snag he couldn't shake loose. He usually chased the older ones, the kind in their mid-thirties or forties who knew what they wanted and thanked him after with soft sighs and lingering touches, no drama, no broken hearts, just mutual satisfaction. Grateful women who didn't question his walls or poke at the scars.

But watching her now, that fiery spark in her eyes as she popped the button open with a flick of her thumb, the denim parting to expose the dark trail of hair leading down... fuck, it stirred something feral in his chest. A pull, deep and insistent, like she was cracking open a part of him he'd kept locked. He wanted to wreck her, to pin her beneath him and pound into her tight little body until she screamed his name, over and over, claiming every inch of her as his. Awe hit him square, why her? Why this girl who should be too young, too wild for his regimented world? He didn't know, but the need clawed at him, primal and unyielding.

Daisy's fingers gripped the zipper next, drawing it down inch by inch, the metallic rasp filling the quiet space like a promise. She shuffled forward and hooked her hands into the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down his powerful thighs just far enough to bunch at his knees. The black boxers clung to him, stretched taut over the massive bulge of his cock, the thick length outlined perfectly, the flared head pressing insistently against the fabric, the heavy shaft curving slightly, veins faintly visible even through the cotton. It was enormous, intimidating in its girth and length, the kind of size that made lesser women hesitate. But not Daisy. A low moan escaped her lips, throaty and raw, her pussy throbbing at the sight, but it twisted into a cheeky grin as she licked her lips, eyes sparkling with wicked determination.

'Holy shit, Cassian... look at that monster,' she breathed, her voice dripping with awe and hunger, one hand hovering near his thigh but not touching yet, teasing the air between them. 'So fucking big'

Her words hung heavy, bold and unashamed, fuelling the fire in his gut as she leaned in closer, her hot breath fanning over the fabric. She didn't press her mouth to him right away, instead, she parted her lips wide, breathing heavily, ragged pants that ghosted right up against the outline of his cock without quite making contact. The warmth of her exhales seeped through the thin barrier, making the cotton dampen faintly, his shaft twitching in response, straining harder as if reaching for her. Inch by torturous inch, she hovered there, her open mouth so close he could feel the humid air teasing the sensitive skin beneath, her tongue darting out once to wet her own lips but never bridging that final gap. It was agony, exquisite and maddening, her breath a phantom touch that had pre-cum beading at his tip, soaking a dark spot into the boxers.

'God, you smell so good baby,' she whispered, her voice trembling with need, eyes locked on the pulsing bulge as she exhaled again, deeper this time, letting the heat build. 'Fuck, Cassian, you want my little mouth wrapped around you?'

A deep grunt rumbled from Cassian's throat, his head snapping back against the wall with a dull thud, the cool plaster a stark contrast to the fire roaring through his veins.

'Nngh... fuck,' he groaned, the sound guttural and strained, his hips bucking forward on instinct, chasing that elusive warmth.

His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white, fighting the urge to grab her head and force her onto him. No, this was her moment, he'd let her play, let her worship, before he flipped the script and took what was his. Another heavy breath from her, closer now, her lips nearly brushing the fabric, and he let out a low, animalistic growl, chest heaving.

'Shit... Daisy...' The words came out clipped, more a rasp than speech, his cock aching, balls tightening as her teasing breaths pushed him to the edge of control.

He was in awe, utterly captivated by this girl who knelt there grinning like she owned him, ready to devour despite the size that should scare her off. The primal pull intensified, urging him to ruin her, to fuck her senseless until she was marked inside and out. But for now, he held back, grunts and groans spilling from him like confessions, letting her have this taste of power before he claimed it all.

Daisy's heart raced with a thrill she couldn't quite name, that tiny sliver of power over him buzzing through her veins like liquid fire. The alcohol still warmed her from the inside, making her bold, unfiltered, and utterly shameless. Her eyes locked on the straining bulge in his boxers, the fabric stretched taut over what she knew would be overwhelming. With a slow, deliberate reach, her hand slid up his firm thigh, fingers brushing the rough denim before cupping his shaft through the thin cotton barrier. God, he was heavy, solid and weighty in her palm, the heat radiating through like a brand, making her pulse throb between her legs. She squeezed gently, feeling the thick length shift under her touch, the subtle twitch that betrayed how close he was to unravelling.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest, his broad shoulders tensing as he towered above her, fists balled at his sides. The restraint only fuelled her fire, that power making her wetter, her thighs clenching in her squat as she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers. She tugged them down his hips inch by inch, the fabric whispering against his skin, but she wasn't about to let him spring free wildly. No, her other hand dipped inside first, slipping into the warm, confined space to wrap around his bare cock. Her fingers encircled the base, or tried to, anyway; they didn't quite meet around his girth, the velvety skin hot and slick under her grip as she guided him out carefully, controlling the reveal.

She eased the boxers lower, past the flare of his hips, bunching them at his thighs while she held him steady, pumping once with a firm stroke that made a bead of precum well up at the tip.  The scent hit her immediately, musky and masculine, a heady mix of sweat and arousal that made her head spin. And there, glistening at the slit, was the salty evidence of his desire, a thick drop seeping out like an invitation.

Daisy groaned low, 'Fuck,' the word slipping out as a grin spread across her face, wicked and triumphant. She didn't hesitate, leaning in closer, heels shifting for balance as her tongue flicked out to lap the precum from the tip. The flavour exploded on her taste buds, briny and sharp, coating her tongue as she swirled around the head, cleaning every trace with deliberate, hungry strokes.

'Mmmm tastes so fucking good' she whispered against his skin, her breath hot as she hummed in approval, eyes flicking up to catch his gaze.

Emboldened, she started teasing the head of his cock with languid swirls of her tongue, tracing the flared ridge, flicking the sensitive underside before dipping into the slit to coax more of that salty leak. Her hand stayed at the base, stroking lightly to keep him rigid, fingers still not closing fully around him. With a mischievous glint, she pursed her mouth and wrapped her lips around the very tip, sucking lightly for a heartbeat, enough to feel him throb against her tongue, before pulling off with a wet pop.

She exhaled warm air over the slick head, murmuring, 'Mmm, not even sure I can get my mouth around it.' Her words were a taunt, laced with excitement, as she grinned up at him, loving how his groans grew more desperate.

He was a mess already, breaths coming in ragged bursts, his thick thighs tensing under her free hand as she steadied herself. Another groan tore from him, 'Fuck... yeah,' barely coherent, his eyes hooded and intense, drinking in every movement of her eager form.

But his hands stayed put, knuckles whitening as he gripped nothing, giving her this moment, even as the sight of her, tits bouncing slightly with her motions, drove him to the edge of sanity. Daisy dove back in without mercy, parting her lips wider to wrap her mouth around the head fully. Even that was a bit of a stretch, her lips pulling taut and obscenely over the bulbous crown, not filling her mouth completely but enough to make the seal filthy and tight, the corners of her mouth straining as she accommodated his thickness. She teased him like that, sucking the tip in and out with shallow pulls, her tongue pressing flat underneath to cradle him while she hollowed her cheeks. Saliva built quickly, dribbling down the shaft as she worked, her lips sliding off completely a few times, leaving him glossy and twitching, before sealing back around just the head again.

Daisy's position deepened slightly as she steadied herself, the cool air of the hallway kissing her exposed skin. She gazed up at Cassian through her lashes, that intoxicating rush of control surging through her again, making her pussy clench with need as her mouth slid down the shaft inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she sucked with deliberate pulls. She didn't rush it, pacing herself against his impressive size, feeling the way her jaw ached just a little from the stretch, but god, it was worth it. Each bob forward took her deeper, her lips gliding over the veined length, saliva coating him generously as she hollowed her cheeks for tighter suction.

Her right hand wrapped around the base, fingers pumping firmly what her mouth couldn't yet reach, twisting slightly on the upstroke to add friction. The rhythm built slowly, suck, pull, pump, her head moving in steady bobs that had her taking more with every descent, the girth forcing her lips to stretch obscenely around him, pulling taut like she was made for this challenge. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, the salty tang of his precum mixing with her spit, dribbling down her chin as she worked him.

Her left hand, restless and aching for her own touch, slid up her body to cup one of her bare tits, squeezing the soft flesh before pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She rolled it gently at first, then harder, the sharp sting sending jolts straight to her core, making her moan lightly around his shaft. The sound hummed through him, muffled and needy, as she took him deeper still, halfway now, her throat relaxing just enough to accommodate without gagging, but she held back from going all the way, savouring the gradual conquest.

'Fuck, you feel so good in my mouth' she gasped during a quick pull-off, her hand never stopping its pump, slick sounds filling the quiet hallway. Then she plunged back down, sucking harder, her lips sealing tight as she bobbed, taking three-quarters of him on the next pull, her cheeks hollowing dramatically.

Cassian watched her every move, his dark eyes locked on the erotic sight of her small frame in that squat, heels splayed, tits jiggling with each motion as she pleasured him. Her lips stretched further around his shaft the deeper she went, the pink of her mouth contrasting against his skin, saliva glistening on what she couldn't fit.

His eyebrows drew together in concentration, mouth parting slightly as small grunts escaped him 'Shit' followed by a low moan that rumbled from his chest. He was unravelling, his broad chest heaving, fists clenching at his sides as he fought the instinct to grab her hair and guide her. The restraint frayed visibly, his thighs tensing under her free hand's occasional brace, but he let her lead, the power she wielded making his cock twitch harder in her mouth.

Another grunt tore free, 'Ahh... Daisy, fuck,' his voice strained, watching her pinch her own nipple, the way her body arched into her own touch while she sucked him off.

She moaned again around him, the vibration pulling another moan from his lips, her hand pumping faster now on the exposed length, slick and rhythmic.

'You like watching me suck your cock baby? Seeing how pretty I look with that mouth filled?' she teased breathlessly after pulling off for air, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the underside before sucking the head back in with a wet pop.

She dove deeper immediately, bobbing with more intent, her lips sliding further down his shaft, stretching to their limit as she paced the depth, never quite to the base, but close enough to feel him nudge the back of her throat. Her tit-fondling grew bolder, pinching and tugging the nipple until it throbbed, her moans growing breathier, more desperate around his cock. Saliva trailed down, soaking her hand's pump, the obscene slurps echoing softly as she lost herself in the act, heels shifting for balance in her squat.

His restraint cracked just a fraction, another deep grunt, 'Goddamn... you're killing me' spilling from him as he tilted his head back slightly, eyes still glued to her eager form. The sight of her stretching around him, moaning while teasing herself, had him on the edge, his hips bucking subtly into her mouth despite his efforts to stay still. She felt it, that fraying control, and it spurred her on, sucking with renewed vigor, taking him as deep as she dared before pulling back to pump him furiously.

Emboldened by his reactions, Daisy pulled off him completely with a gasp, her lips shiny and swollen, a string of saliva connecting her to his tip before snapping. She kept her right-hand pumping steadily, the motion slick and unyielding, as she reached up with her left, still tingling from her own teasing, and lifted his heavy cock, angling it upward to expose his balls.

Bending her head lower in her squat, heels pressing back into the floor, she buried her face into his sack, nuzzling the warm, musky skin with her nose first, inhaling deeply before her tongue extended to lavish his balls with sloppy licks.

She started with the left one, sucking it gently into her mouth, her lips sealing around the soft orb as she rolled it with her tongue, tugging lightly before releasing with a wet smack. Then the right, burying deeper, her face pressing into the coarse hair as she sucked harder, licks turning fervent and messy, saliva coating his sack until it glistened. She alternated between them, humming low in her throat, her pumping hand never faltering on his shaft above.

'So heavy fuck… these big balls so full for me,' she murmured between sucks, her words vibrating against his skin, pulling her face in even closer, cheeks brushing his thighs as she devoured him.

Cassian threw his head back against the wall with a thud, the sensation overwhelming, her hot mouth on his balls, the relentless pump on his cock, ripping a deep groan from him, his body shuddering as his restraint hung by a thread, hips jerking forward involuntarily into her hand.

After lavishing his balls with attention for a full minute, sucking, licking, and nuzzling until they were slick and heavy, drawing out every shudder from his thighs, Daisy pulled back slightly, her face flushed and lips glistening from the messy worship. She shifted her weight forward, her knees dropping from the squat to the hard wood floor with a soft thud. The new position brought her closer, her bare tits pressing against the rough denim of his jeans, nipples dragging teasingly over the fabric as she aligned herself with his throbbing cock. It stood proud and slick before her, veins pulsing from her earlier touches, the head swollen and begging for her mouth again.

 She wasted no time, wrapping her right hand back around the base, fingers still not quite meeting, and guiding him to her parted lips. With a determined hum, she engulfed him, putting every ounce of effort into the suck, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she retreated on each pull, creating that tight, vacuum-like pressure that made his shaft twitch against her tongue. The blowjob turned filthy fast, messy in the best way, no dainty licks or careful swallows here.

Daisy's mouth flooded with saliva from the sheer size filling her, stretching her jaw and coating every inch as she bobbed forward and back. She didn't bother containing the slobber; it spilled freely from the corners of her lips, dripping down his length and over her pumping hand, turning the strokes into slick, audible glides. Slurping sounds echoed through the narrow hallway, wet, obscene smacks of her lips sealing and releasing, mixed with the squelch of her fist twisting around the base. Her head moved in a steady rhythm, taking him deeper with each descent, her tongue swirling under the shaft to lap up the excess, but it only made more drool pool and cascade.

'Mmmph,' she moaned around him, the vibration buzzing through his cock as she sucked harder on the retreat, cheeks caving in dramatically, pulling at his skin before plunging forward again.

Cassian couldn't tear his eyes away, his gaze fixed on the erotic display, her knees spread wide on the floor, tits bouncing with every bob, saliva trailing in shiny strings from her chin to his balls. The way she worked him, so devoted and unrestrained, had his restraint crumbling further. Finally, his hand reached out, fingers threading gently into her hair, not pulling yet but holding the strands back from her face so he could see every stretch of her lips around his girth.

'Fuck yes,' he growled low, voice rough with awe, thumb brushing her temple as he watched her take another pull. 'You like sucking that big cock, Babygirl? This what you've been missing?'

Daisy hummed in response, the sound muffled and affirmative, 'Mhmm', vibrating straight through his shaft as she looked up at him through watery eyes, her gaze locked on his with pure hunger. She didn't break rhythm, sucking deeper on that pull, her hand pumping faster to match, slobber soaking everything in reach. The affirmation hit him like a spark, his hips bucking subtly into her mouth.

Cassian groaned at the vibration, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest, his grip tightening just a fraction in her hair as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut.

'Fuck, I know it is,' he rasped, eyes darkening as he stared down at her worshiping form, her cheeks hollowed and lips stretched wide. 'All you're gonna be thinking about for weeks, this big heavy cock in that pretty little mouth. Fuck, gag on it for me a little, baby.'

He said it half-teasing, expecting her to just nudge the head against the back of her throat, like most women could manage without more, not even close to taking all of his length, but there was authority in his tone, urging her on.

But Daisy surprised him completely. Without hesitation, she released her grip on the base of his cock, her hand sliding away to brace on his thigh instead, nails digging in for leverage. She pressed forward in one bold motion, dropping her jaw as wide as it would go, relaxing her throat with focused determination. Inch by inch, she took him deeper than before, the head breaching past her gag reflex and sliding down, her throat constricting around the intrusion until, miraculously, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, his coarse hair tickling her skin. She'd swallowed every last bit of him, his full length buried in her mouth and throat, the stretch burning her jaw and making her eyes scrunch shut in concentration. She held there for a beat, throat fluttering wildly around him, muscles rippling in involuntary swallows that milked his shaft.

Cassian's world narrowed to that sensation, her throat hot and tight, squeezing him like a vice as she deepthroated him fully for the first time. He couldn't believe it; his eyes widened in shock, breath catching sharp before a loud moan tore from his lips, echoing off the walls. 'Holy shit…Daisy, fuck!'

His grip tightened hard in her hair, fingers curling possessively as his body tensed, hips frozen to avoid thrusting. The flutter of her throat sent shocks up his spine, his cock pulsing deep inside her, overwhelmed by the unexpected depth and her unyielding effort.

'Goddamn, baby... You're... fuck, that's incredible,' he panted, voice breaking on a groan, watching her scrunched face with a mix of awe and raw lust.

Daisy held him there as long as she could, the burn in her throat intense but thrilling, her body trembling on her knees from the effort. Saliva bubbled at the edges of her lips, but she powered through, humming faintly to add to the vibration before finally pulling off with a desperate gasp. She reared back slowly, his cock slipping free inch by inch, coated in a thick sheen of her spit and his precum, strings of it connecting her swollen lips to the tip. Air rushed into her lungs in ragged heaves, her chest rising and falling rapidly, tits heaving, eyes blinking up at him with a triumphant, teary gleam.

Cassian stared down at her, chest heaving from the shock of her deepthroat prowess, his cock still twitching in the cool air of the hallway after she'd pulled off. A deep rumble built in his throat, vibrating through his broad frame as he shook his head in disbelief, voice gravelly and thick with lust.

'You're unbelievable. Fuck, that was something else.' His words came out in a low growl, eyes locked on her teary, triumphant face, the way her lips stayed parted and slick, begging for more.

Daisy let a cheeky grin split her flushed features as she looked up at him from her knees. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and pride, the burn in her throat only fuelling her fire. Without a word, she reached up, her small hand wrapping firmly around his base again, fingers squeezing just enough to feel the heat pulsing under her palm. She guided him back to her mouth, lips parting wide as she sucked the head in with a wet pop, tongue flicking the underside before she dove in deeper.

She bobbed her head right away, no easing in this time, full, messy strokes that had her cheeks hollowing on every retreat, pulling at his shaft with suction that bordered on punishing. Saliva poured freely, coating him anew, dripping down her wrist as her hand twisted in tandem with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't yet swallow. The sounds were filthy: loud slurps echoing off the walls, her lips smacking against his skin, the occasional gag when she pushed too far too fast. She moaned around him, the vibration humming through his length, making his knees buckle slightly as groans tore from his chest.

'Ah, fuck, yes baby, just like that,' he grunted, his free hand bracing against the wall for support, hips twitching forward involuntarily. 'Your mouth... goddamn. Keep sucking me like you own it, baby.'

She didn't let up, her head moving faster now, bobbing with a rhythm that built the pressure in his balls, her tits swaying with each motion, nipples grazing his jeans. Drool escaped in rivulets, soaking into the denim, but she revelled in the mess, humming deeper to send those jolts through him. Cassian's groans grew louder, ragged breaths punctuating the wet symphony, 'Mmm, yeah... fuck, you're killing me. That tongue, don't stop.' His praise only spurred her on, her hand pumping slickly at the base while her mouth worked the rest, cheeks flushed from the effort, eyes flicking up to catch his wrecked expression.

Then, without a single hint or pause in her rhythm, Daisy committed fully. She released her hand from his base, both palms planting on his thighs for leverage, nails digging into the muscle as she surged forward. Her jaw dropped slack, throat relaxing in that practiced way, and she stuffed him down again, inch after thick inch sliding past her tonsils until her nose buried against his pelvis once more. She held there, eyes squeezing shut, throat convulsing around his full length in subtle, rhythmic flutters that milked him relentlessly. The stretch was intense, her gag reflex kicking in softly, but she powered through, holding the position with sheer willpower, her body trembling on her knees.

Cassian moaned loud and unrestrained, the sound bouncing through the empty house like a thunderclap, 'Oh fuck, Daisy! Yes, shit, take it all again!'

His hand shot to the back of her head instinctively, fingers threading deeper into her hair, gripping tight as he held her down against him. He didn't thrust, just savoured it, the way her throat spasmed around his cock, those subtle gags vibrating through him, her hot, wet muscles fluttering and squeezing like they were trying to pull him deeper.

'God, feel that? Your throat's gripping me so tight... fuck, baby, you're made for this dick,' he rasped, voice breaking on a shudder, his other hand clenching into a fist at his side. He rolled his hips the tiniest bit, grinding shallowly to feel every ripple, lost in the sensation of her complete surrender. 'Don't move, just let me feel you choke on it. Yeah, like that.'

He kept her there for what felt like an eternity to him, seconds stretching as her gags grew a touch more insistent, her throat working overtime, but eventually, the need for air won out in his mind. Cassian eased the pressure on her hair, fingers loosening just enough to let her pull back.

Daisy didn't fully retreat, though. She pulled back only halfway, his cock still lodged deep in her mouth, the head resting against the back of her throat as she inhaled sharply through her nose, ragged, desperate breaths that whistled softly. Saliva bubbled at her lips, tears pricking her eyes from the strain, but she met his gaze with a determined fire, nodding faintly around him. Then, without breaking eye contact, she pushed forward again, slamming her throat down onto him in one fluid motion. She started fucking her face on his length right then, pulling back to the midpoint before driving down hard, over and over, her movements self-directed and fervent. Each descent brought a wet choke, her throat bulging slightly around his girth, gags turning into throaty glurks that filled the air.

Tears welled up fully now, spilling over her lashes and tracing hot paths down her cheeks, mixing with the drool that slicked everything. Her eyes watered heavily, vision blurring, but she didn't stop, kept choking herself on him, the burn in her throat a delicious ache that made her pussy clench emptily. Her hands gripped his thighs tighter, fingers splaying wide for balance as her knees shifted on the floor.

Cassian kept his hand in her hair, but he didn't push, not once. He just held it there, fingers tangled loosely now, letting her set the brutal pace as she throat-fucked herself on his cock.

 'Jesus, Daisy. Choke on that cock, baby, fuck your throat on me,' he groaned, voice hoarse and praising, his abs tightening as he watched tears streak her face. 'You love this, don't you? Ruining your pretty mouth for my cock.' He groaned deeper with each of her descents, the flutters and gags sending sparks up his spine, his balls drawing up tight. 'Yeah, just like that, keep going. Fuck, your throat's squeezing me so good... gonna make me lose it if you don't slow down.'

She hummed around him in response, the vibration cutting through the wet sounds of her self-inflicted gags, pushing herself harder, faster pulls and slams that had saliva flying, tears flowing freely now, her cheeks streaked and shiny.

'Mmmph-' she managed around him, the sound garbled but affirmative, her eyes locked on his even as they watered, begging for his approval through the mess.

Cassian panted above her, utterly entranced, his grip in her hair a steady anchor as she lost herself in the act, the hallway thick with the raw, obscene symphony of her devotion. Daisy finally pulled herself off his cock with a wet, gasping pop, her lungs burning for air as she threw her head back slightly, chest heaving in ragged bursts. Strings of thick slobber connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft for a moment before snapping free, the excess saliva cascading from her open mouth in heavy drips. It splattered across her bare tits, warm and sticky trails sliding down the swell of her breasts, pooling in the valley between them and making her skin shine under the dim hallway light.

She looked utterly wrecked, lips puffy and red, chin slick, tears carving paths through her mascara, but in that moment, so beautifully filthy, so raw and unashamed in her hunger, that Cassian felt his balls tighten painfully, a fresh surge of pre-cum beading at his tip. He could have come right there, just from the sight of her like this, kneeling before him, her body trembling with need.

'Fuck, look at you,' Cassian panted, his voice a rough whisper laced with awe, one hand still loosely tangled in her hair while the other braced against the wall. His cock throbbed visibly in the air between them, slick and veined, begging for more of her heat.

She swallowed heavily, the motion of her throat bobbing drawing his eyes down, a low moan escaping her as the burn lingered, mixing pain with that addictive thrill. Her big eyes, watery and wild, flicked up to meet his, hazy with lust and exhaustion, but burning with an eagerness that made his pulse race.

'Mmm... Cassian,' she rasped, voice hoarse and broken from the abuse. 'Tastes too good…this big cock, all hard and leaking for me.'

Without waiting for his response, she lunged forward again, eager as ever, her lips wrapping around the head of his dick with a desperate suck. She moaned deeply around him right away, the vibration shooting straight to his core, her tongue lapping greedily at the underside as if she were starving for every drop.

Cassian groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily into the wet heat of her mouth. 'Yeah, that's it, suck me back in, baby. Fuck, that greedy little mouth feels so fucking good.'

He watched, transfixed, as her cheeks hollowed once more, her head starting to bob with that same fervent rhythm, but this time she pushed harder, forcing her head down inch by inch until the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat again. The sight of her straining, eyes squeezing shut in determination, was too much, her willingness, her total surrender to being used like this, snapped something primal in him. He couldn't hold back anymore; the control she'd teased out of him earlier evaporated under the weight of her submission.

'Goddamn, Daisy… yes baby keep going,' he growled, voice dropping to a commanding rumble as his left hand joined the right in her hair.

He gathered the sweaty, tangled strands roughly, twisting them into a makeshift ponytail at the nape of her neck, his fist closing around it like a handle. The pull made her scalp tingle, a sharp sting that only heightened her arousal. With his right hand gripping tight, he held her steady, his other dropping to brace on her shoulder for leverage.

'You're too fucking good at this. Gonna fuck this throat now, baby. Open up for me.'

Daisy's response was an immediate, throaty moan around his length, the sound muffled but vibrating intensely as her eyes rolled back a fraction, lids fluttering in bliss at him seizing control. She let her jaw go completely slack, relaxing every muscle in her mouth and throat, surrendering fully as her small hands settled on his thighs, fingers digging into the denim-clad muscle for support, nails scraping lightly. No resistance, just pure acceptance, her body arching slightly to give him better access, tits jiggling with the motion.

Cassian didn't hesitate. He pulled back just enough to slide halfway out, then thrust forward with a controlled snap of his hips, burying himself deep into her waiting mouth. The gluck of her throat yielding filled the hallway, wet and obscene, her gag reflex triggering a soft spasm that squeezed around his shaft like a vice.

'Fuck yes, hear that? That's your throat taking my cock. Good girl, just like that... let me use you.' He pulled out again, saliva bubbling at her lips, then drove in harder, the head popping past her tonsils with a slick squelch.

Her gags came rhythmically now, harsh, guttural glucks that echoed off the walls each time he bottomed out, her body jolting forward on her knees with the force. Slobber poured freely from her stretched lips, coating his cock in a fresh layer of shine, dripping down to soak his balls and splatter against her chin. It trailed further, warm rivulets slipping onto her heaving chest, mixing with the earlier mess to make her tits glisten obscenely. She looked every inch the filthy, cock-hungry slut, eyes half-lidded and teary, mascara running in black streaks, lips obscenely swollen around his girth, but to Cassian, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her devotion, the way she choked and sputtered yet pushed back into each thrust, moaning like it was the best thing in the world.

He grunted between thrusts, his pace building steadily, hips rolling with practiced rhythm to chase the friction of her fluttering throat. 'You're fucking gorgeous like this. Look at me baby, show my those beautiful eyes, let me see how much you love being my little throat slut.'

He tightened his grip on her ponytail, angling her head just right to deepen the angle, forcing her to look up at him through the tears, his free hand sliding down to cup one of her slick breasts, thumb flicking her hard nipple roughly.

She moaned again around him, the vibration intensifying with each gluck-gluck as he fucked her mouth relentlessly, her throat convulsing in wet, desperate spasms that milked him from base to tip. Tears streamed freely now, mixing with the saliva on her cheeks, but her hands stayed firm on his thighs, urging him on silently, her body rocking with the force of his movements. Her knees burning from the prolonged position, but she didn't care, lost in the haze of submission, the raw thrill of being used.

Cassian panted above her, sweat beading on his brow, his abs clenching with every plunge. 'God, don't stop those sounds, Daisy... fuck. Keep taking it, yeah, just like that.'

He thrust harder, the wet symphony growing louder, her slobber flying with each withdrawal, coating everything in a messy sheen. She was a vision of pure, unfiltered lust, filthy and beautiful, utterly his in that moment, and he savoured every second, holding back just enough to draw it out, lost in the intensity of her surrender.

Cassian lost himself completely in the moment, his grip on her makeshift ponytail tightening like a vice as he fucked her throat with the ferocity of a man possessed. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, each thrust driving his thick cock deeper into the slick, convulsing heat of her mouth, the head bullying past her tonsils and lodging firmly at the back of her throat. Daisy's body jerked with the force of it, her knees grinding into the hard floor, but she held on, her world narrowing to the overwhelming fullness stretching her jaw and the burn in her lungs. He could feel every spasm, every desperate swallow around his shaft, and it only fuelled his frenzy, his balls slapping wetly against her chin with each brutal plunge.

He growled through gritted teeth, voice raw and commanding, sweat trickling down his temple as he watched her face contort in that perfect mix of strain and ecstasy. He angled her head further with a sharp tug, forcing the alignment just right so his cock slid even smoother, deeper, until her nose finally mashed against the coarse hair at his pelvis, her lips sealed flush around the base. He pressed down hard then, holding her there immobile, his fist unyielding in her hair as her throat fluttered wildly around him, muscles clenching in futile protest.

Daisy's eyes watered fiercely, tears spilling over as she choked, the gluck-gluck of her gagging muffled into wet, desperate gurgles. Her chest heaved against his legs, tits bouncing with the effort to breathe through her nose, but he kept her pinned, savouring the way her body trembled under his control.

'That's it, baby,' he grunted, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated through his chest. 'Hold it there... fuck yes, good fucking girl.' On those last words, he lifted his left hand from her shoulder, fingers splaying before delivering a few light, stinging slaps to her flushed cheek, tap, tap, tap, the impacts sharp but playful, making her skin bloom pink under his palm. Each one punctuated her choke, her body jolting slightly, but she didn't pull away; instead, her hands clamped harder onto his thighs, nails digging deep into the firm muscle through his jeans, scraping like she was anchoring herself to the pain and pleasure alike.

Her as her nails bit in, the sensation sending sparks up his spine as he held her down a beat longer, grinding his hips in tiny circles to rub the head against her spasming walls, her saliva bubbling up around the seal of her lips, dripping in thick strands down his balls and onto her chest. Finally, he eased the pressure, loosening his grip just enough for her to pull off with a desperate, heaving gasp, her lungs filling in a ragged inhale that made her whole body shudder.

Air rushed into her, cool and sharp, and Daisy coughed wetly, strings of saliva stretching from her abused lips to his slick cock before breaking and splattering across her chin and tits. She panted, chest rising and falling dramatically, eyes glassy and unfocused as she looked up at him, lips parted and glistening.

'Cassian... fuck,' she whimpered hoarsely, voice wrecked and breathy, but there was no plea to stop, only hunger, her tongue darting out to lick at the mess on her lower lip. ‘So good…want you to use me like this.'

Cassian's eyes darkened with lust at her words, his cock twitching in the open air, coated in her spit and shining obscenely. 'Shit, listen to you. You're filthy, Daisy, and I fucking love it.'

He didn't give her much recovery; his right hand guided her head forward again, the ponytail a firm leash as he fed his cock back into her waiting mouth. She opened eagerly, jaw slack, and he slid straight into her throat for just a second, deep enough to trigger that immediate gag, her muscles clamping down in a hot, wet vise, before yanking her off completely with a wet pop. Saliva clung stubbornly to his shaft, ropes of it connecting her lips to the tip, and a fresh glob dripped from her chin as she gasped again, inhaling sharply, her nails raking his thighs in response.

'Fuck' he murmured, smirking down at her as she caught her breath, her face a beautiful wreck of tears, spit, and smeared makeup.

He repeated the motion without pause, pushing her down swiftly until her nose brushed his pelvis once more, holding for that brief, torturous second as her throat convulsed around him, the gluck echoing loud in the hallway. She choked hard, body tensing, nails biting deeper into his flesh, sharp enough to leave crescent marks, and then he pulled her off, letting her gasp and sputter, saliva flying in messy arcs to coat his length anew.

Daisy wheezed, sucking in air like it was her lifeline, but her eyes locked on his, wild and pleading. 'Yes…' she rasped between pants, her voice trembling with need, hands squeezing his thighs as if to urge him on. Drool pooled at the corner of her mouth, sliding down her neck, her tits heaving and slick with the overflow.

He chuckled darkly, the sound low and possessive. 'Greedy girl.’

For the third time, he thrust her down, the slide into her throat smooth from the lubrication, her gag immediate and guttural as he held her there briefly, feeling her nails dig in like claws, her body quivering. Pull off, gasp, cough, saliva stretching and snapping.  She nodded frantically during her brief reprieve, coughing up more spit that dribbled onto her chest.

'It feels... so fucking good,' she moaned, hoarse and desperate.

Cassian groaned at her submission, his free hand stroking her cheek where he'd slapped it earlier, thumb tracing the faint red marks. He guided her down once more, slower this time to savour the anticipation, her throat yielding with a wet squelch as he bottomed out for that teasing second. Her gag was louder, more desperate, nails scraping harshly now, drawing a hiss from him in pleasure-pain. Then off again, her deep inhale ragged, saliva clinging in heavy, viscous strands from her chin to his balls, dripping steadily.

He watched her intently, the power thrumming through him as she panted below, utterly his to command, the hallway filled with the wet sounds of her devotion. Cassian's fingers remained tangled in Daisy's hair, the makeshift ponytail loosening slightly as he granted her, and himself, a momentary reprieve. His chest heaved with controlled breaths, the tight coil building low in his gut, that insistent pull in his balls warning him he was teetering too close to the edge. Her throat had milked him so perfectly, those gags and swallows pushing him toward release, but he wasn't ready to spill yet. Not when there was so much more of her body begging to be claimed. He loosened his grip just enough for her to lean back, her hand instinctively wrapping around his slick length, fingers circling the base where her spit still coated him thickly.

Daisy panted, her lips swollen and shiny, but her eyes gleamed with mischief as she took control of the pace. She guided her mouth toward him again, not diving straight in this time, instead, she pursed her lips around the head and blew out a playful burst of the saliva pooled inside, the wet raspberries echoing softly, sending a fine mist of her own drool spraying over his cockhead. The sound was filthy, intimate, making Cassian groan low in his throat as she grinned up at him, unashamed.

'Like that, Cass? All that spit you made me choke out' she murmured, her voice raspy from the abuse, before using the fresh slickness as lube. Her hand pumped slowly up and down his shaft, twisting at the top to spread the mess evenly, her palm gliding smoothly over the veined thickness, thumb circling the sensitive ridge beneath the head.

'Fuck, Daisy... you're gonna make me lose it if you keep playing like that,' Cassian rasped, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip, the wet schlick of her strokes filling the hallway.

She held his cock upright then, tilting her head to drag her tongue flat from his heavy balls, lapping at the wrinkled skin, sucking one briefly into her mouth with a hum that vibrated through him, up the underside in a long, deliberate lick that traced every pulsing vein. She savoured the salty tang of her own saliva mixed with his precum, her tongue flicking teasingly at the frenulum before reaching the tip. There, she sealed her lips around the head in a playful suck, hollowing her cheeks just enough to draw a bead of precum onto her tongue, popping off with a lewd smacking sound.

'Mmm, tastes so good’ Daisy panted out.

Her words hit him like a spark to dry tinder, his balls tightening further as she stroked him again, her free hand cupping his sack to gently roll them. Cassian hissed through his teeth, knowing full well that if he let her continue this torment, those teasing licks and sucks building the pressure, he'd flood her mouth before he could bury himself inside her. He leaned down swiftly, his hands sliding under her arms to grip her biceps firmly, the other settling on her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve above her jeans. With a gentle but insistent pull, he helped her to her feet, her chunky white heels scraping lightly against the carpet as she rose, her bare breasts brushing against his chest in the process.

'Get up,' he commanded softly, his eyes locking onto hers with heated intensity, thumb stroking her hipbone through the denim. 'You've had your little moment, baby, but now it’s my turn.'

Daisy swayed slightly, still catching her breath, but she nodded eagerly, a flush creeping down her neck to her chest. Before she could respond, Cassian crashed his mouth against hers in a hungry kiss, not giving a damn about the mess of saliva glistening on her chin. His tongue plunged in, tasting himself on her, the kiss messy and devouring as he licked into her mouth, sucking on her lower lip with a bite that made her whimper.

'Cassian.' she breathed against his lips when he pulled back just enough, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance, nails scraping lightly over the fabric of his shirt.

But he wasn't done; with a grunt, he bent his knees and lifted her off the ground in one fluid motion, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, ankles crossing behind his back. Her heels dug into the muscles of his lower back, the pressure sharp and grounding as he adjusted his hold. His big hands cupped her ass firmly through the tight jeans, fingers splaying wide to knead the firm cheeks, thumbs pressing into the cleft as he hoisted her higher against him. She was light in his arms, her weight pressing her core against his bare cock, the friction making him throb as he carried her effortlessly. Daisy moaned softly, her arms looping around his neck, fingers threading into his hair to tug him closer.

He broke the kiss for a second, forehead resting against hers, breaths mingling hot and fast. 'Where's your bedroom? Before i just take you right here on the stairs.'

She giggled breathlessly, the sound light and bubbly despite the heat in her eyes, her body arching into his hold as her heels pressed deeper into his back. 'Up the stairs... the door at the top. Show me what you’ve got big boy' Her voice was playful, laced with desire, and she nipped at his jawline as he started moving, her lips trailing hot kisses along his neck.

Cassian chuckled darkly, the vibration rumbling through his chest as he took the first step up the stairs, his grip on her ass tightening to keep her secure. 'Just you wait you little bitch. Gonna fuck you so good you won't walk straight tomorrow.'

To Be Continued.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Three

She leaned against the worn wooden counter, the surface cool under her palms, grounding her as she drew in a shaky breath. The anger simmered, not explosive but heavy, like a weight pressing on her chest, leaving her exasperated and drained.

The barman glanced up from polishing a glass, his easy smile lighting up his face as he spotted her, oblivious to the storm clouds gathering around her. His eyes sparkled with that familiar flirtatious glint, taking in her tousled hair and flushed cheeks as if it were just another lively night.

‘Hey there, gorgeous,’ he said, leaning in a bit closer than necessary, his voice warm and teasing. ‘Back for more? Same again?’

Daisy forced a small, weary smile, her tone laced with quiet exasperation rather than bite, the words coming out softer than she intended.

‘Yeah, Just a gin, please. And a tequila please,’

She rested her elbows on the bar, her fingers drumming lightly on the wood, trying to steady the whirlwind in her mind, the flash of that text message, Chris's fumbling excuses, the way the whole booth had gone silent.

Scott nodded, grabbing a tumbler, pouring the gin neat with a flourish before lining up the shot glass and filling it with tequila, the liquid glinting under the low lights. He slid them across to her, his gaze lingering appreciatively on the way her top hugged her curves, still not clocking the tension radiating from her posture.

She picked up the tequila shot first as soon as it landed in front of her, the glass cool against her fingers, and tossed it back in one fluid motion. The sharp burn raced down her throat, blooming into a warm haze that dulled the edges of her frustration just enough to breathe. Setting it down with a soft clink, she exhaled slowly, her shoulders slumping a fraction as she reached for the gin.

‘Thanks’ she murmured, her voice carrying that thread of weariness, not snapping but clearly not in the mood for his usual charm.

A couple of stools away, Cassian observed the exchange from his spot, his large frame relaxed against the bar, the glass of whiskey now in hand, a switch from the beer he'd been nursing earlier, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirled it thoughtfully. He'd been half-tuned into the booth's drama, the raised voices pulling his attention, and now Daisy's approach had his full focus. She carried herself with a mix of fire and fatigue, her thick waves falling messily over her shoulders, the olive-green top clinging to her athletic form in a way that highlighted the subtle sheen on her sun-kissed skin. He took a measured sip, the whiskey's bite steadying him, before his voice cut through the ambient chatter, low and gravelly with a hint of dry humour.

‘You look ready to throttle someone.’

Daisy turned her head, meeting his gaze, those steady dark eyes framed by tousled hair and a jaw shadowed with stubble. He sat there with an effortless presence, broad shoulders filling the space, exuding a quiet confidence that stood out amid the bar's frenzy.

She held the gin glass midway to her lips, pausing as the words sank in, then took a sip, the juniper tang grounding her further. Another exhale, deeper this time, and she set the glass down gently.

‘I'm fine,’ she said, the phrase automatic, a reflex even as the exasperation coloured her tone, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass absentmindedly.

Cassian arched a brow, his smirk faint but knowing as he lifted his whiskey for another slow pull, the ice shifting with a faint tink. He placed it back on the bar with a deliberate tap, leaning forward just enough to close the gap without invading her space. ‘

‘I've been around long enough to spot that one. 'Fine' from a woman usually translates to 'proceed with caution'’

She glanced at him again, really taking him in this time, the way his shirt stretched across his chest, the easy tilt of his head. A reluctant huff escaped her, evolving into a soft laugh that eased the tightness in her chest, her posture loosening ever so slightly as she shook her head.

‘Yeah well if guys weren't such experts at lying and cheating, maybe we'd have fewer reasons to plot their demise.’

He let out a low chuckle, wincing in mock pain as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine amusement. ‘Damn, Sounds like your night's delivered a real winner." He paused, his expression shifting to one of mild curiosity, the smirk fading into something more attentive. ‘What's got you firing on all cylinders?’

Daisy propped her forearms on the bar, the motion shifting her weight so her hip cocked out naturally, the denim of her jeans pulling taut across her rounded ass for a fleeting moment, enough to snag Cassian's attention before he redirected his gaze upward, the distraction brief but potent. Unaware, she ran her fingers through her hair, tousling the waves further as a sigh slipped out, heavy with the evening's weight.

‘I don't even know where to start. Another shot sounds like a good place though.’

Cassian nodded, a flicker of understanding in his eyes, and he gestured to the stool beside him with an open palm, the invitation casual yet warm.

‘Pull up a seat, then. No pressure, but misery loves company, or at least a drinking buddy. I’ll supply the liqour’ He caught Scott's eye with a quick two-finger salute across the bar. ‘Oi, Scott, two more tequilas here, yeah?’

Daisy paused there by the bar, her fingers tightening around the stem of her gin glass, the cool bite of it grounding her amid the swirling haze of the crowded room. She eyed Cassian sidelong, his relaxed posture on the stool, that easy half-smile that didn't scream ulterior motives. Part of her screamed to bail, why unload on another guy when the night's already been a parade of disappointments? But the alcohol buzzed warmly in her veins, loosening the knots of caution, and he looked... safe enough. Friendly, even, with those dark eyes that seemed to actually listen. Screw it, she decided, the thought reckless but freeing. One night, one stranger, no harm in venting to someone she'd forget by morning.

She shifted closer, sliding into the space right beside him, her hip brushing the edge of his stool as she chose to stand rather than sit, keeping that barrier of mobility. The faint warmth from his body cut through the bar's chill, and she caught a whiff of his cologne, earthy, understated, mixing with the sharp tang of spilled liquor.

Scott, ever the efficient bartender, had already clocked their earlier signal. He grabbed two shot glasses with a flourish, pouring tequila in smooth arcs that caught the low lights, the liquid glinting amber. He pushed them across the worn wood toward them, his grin flashing white.

'On the house,' he quipped lightly, though his eyes flicked to Daisy's face, sensing the storm brewing.

Cassian reached out, his broad hand dwarfing the small glass as he scooped both up, the veins in his forearm flexing subtly under the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. He handed one to her, their fingers grazing for a split second, his rough and warm, hers chilled from the gin, before he lifted his own in a casual toast.

'To unloading the baggage,' he said, his voice a low rumble, laced with that teasing edge.

They clinked glasses briefly, then both threw back the shots in one fluid motion. The tequila scorched down Daisy's throat, a fiery chaser to her frustration, and she set the empty down with a sharp exhale, the burn settling hot in her belly. Cassian set his aside too, his eyes crinkling as he leaned in a touch.

'Right, then,' he said, his tone playful but encouraging, like he was daring her to dive in. 'Go on, bleed your heart out. I'm all ears, no judgment.'

Daisy huffed, a sharp burst of air that carried her exasperation, her shoulders slumping as she stared at the bar top, tracing a finger along a sticky ring left by some forgotten drink. The words tumbled out before she could rein them in, her voice rising in pitch with the rant, fuelled by the night's betrayals.

'I don't even know why I'm talking to you,' she started, shooting him a sideways glare that's more weary than accusatory. 'You're probably just like the rest of them! Cheat, lie, and say whatever you've got to say just to get your dick wet! It's pathetic. Like, I don't think I've ever just met a genuine nice guy. Like, ever! All you lot do is string us along, make us think there's something real there, and then, poof, it's all smoke and mirrors.'

She gestured wildly with one hand, her other still clutching the gin like a lifeline, the ice clinking as she waved it for emphasis. Her cheeks flushed deeper, not just from the booze but from the raw spill of it all, her dark hair falling forward as she shook her head in disbelief.

Cassian chuckled, the sound low and unoffended, rumbling from his chest as he propped his elbow on the bar, watching her with genuine amusement rather than defensiveness. He took a slow sip of his fresh whiskey, Scott had slid it over mid-rant without missing a beat and shrugged one shoulder.

'Hey, we're not all bad,' he said, his grin widening just a fraction, eyes sparkling under the bar lights. 'Some of us are just trying to buy a girl a drink without an ulterior motive.'

Daisy whipped her head to face him fully, her brows arching in sceptical challenge, lips pursing into a tight line.

'Oh, really?!' she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she leaned in closer, invading his space a bit with her intensity. 'I could tell you like twenty stories from this year alone that prove otherwise! Walking in on my ex fucking his English professor doesn't even reach the top five, and that one's a doozy.'

Cassian's eyes widened, his casual lean straightening as surprise flickered across his face, the whiskey glass pausing halfway to his mouth. He set it down with a soft clink, leaning forward now, hooked despite himself.

'His professor?' he echoed, voice pitching up in disbelief, a hint of a laugh already creeping in at the absurdity.

Daisy pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a mix of lingering hurt and dramatic flair, nodding emphatically as she lifted her gin for a fortifying sip. The liquid slid cool and juniper-sharp over her tongue, steadying her as she swallowed.

'Yep,' she confirmed, popping the 'p' with emphasis, her eyes narrowing at the memory. 'Woman is literally twice my age, like, almost forty! Married with three kids, for fuck's sake. And there he was, just flopping like a fish on top of her, right there on his dorm bed. I mean, the sheets were still warm from me earlier that week!'

She mimed the awkward thrusting with a vague hand wave, her face twisting in exaggerated disgust, but there was a spark of dark humour in her eyes now, the retelling loosening something inside her. Cassian huffed a laugh, unable to hold it back, his broad shoulders shaking as he covered his mouth with one fist, trying to stifle it. The image clearly struck him as ridiculous, his eyes watering slightly from the effort.

Daisy looked up at him sharply, catching the mirth, and her pout deepened into a teasing scowl, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips.

'Oh good,  I’m glad my tragic life amuses you!' she said, swatting lightly at his arm with the back of her hand, the contact brief but playful.

Cassian smirked, the expression boyish and disarming as he rubbed his jaw, still chuckling softly. 'Sorry, sorry, it's just... I can't picture it, you know? Like, you're... you. The professor would have to be insanely hot to pull that off. What, was she some bombshell academic type?'

Daisy's cheeks warmed with the tiniest blush at the offhand compliment, a soft pink creeping up her neck as she ducked her gaze, focusing instead on twirling the straw in her gin, watching the ice cubes swirl in lazy circles. She bit her lip, the flattery landing softer than expected amid the rant.

'Yeah, well... apparently what sold it was she'd let him stick it in... other places that I wouldn't,' she muttered, her voice dropping lower, a mix of embarrassment and bitterness threading through it.

The words hung there, explicit and unfiltered, the bar's noise fading into the background as she stirred harder, avoiding his eyes. Cassian let out a soft 'ahh,' the sound drawn out in realization, his grin turning knowing as he nodded slowly, piecing it together.

'Fair enough,' he said, his tone light but not mocking. 'English teacher likes anal, makes sense she'd be adventurous with the curriculum.' He winked, the joke landing with just enough cheek to draw a reaction.

Daisy let out a little soft chuckle despite herself, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly, her shoulders relaxing a fraction as she glanced up at him, the tension easing into something almost conspiratorial.

'Oh, shut up,' she said, but there was no heat in it, her lips curving into a wry smile as she took another sip, the gin chasing away the awkwardness.

Cassian leaned in a bit more, his voice dropping to match hers, that teasing glint still in his eyes as he swirled his whiskey. 'And I'm guessing this is when you swore off cock and moved on with, what did you call him? Carlos?'

 He said the name with exaggerated casualness, like it was the most normal thing in the world, but his gaze held hers, watching for the spark.

Daisy's head snapped up so fast her hair whipped across her face, her eyes widening in shock as a deep red blush flooded her cheeks, hot and immediate. Her mouth dropped open a little, lips parting in stunned silence for a beat, the glass nearly slipping from her fingers.

'Oh my God, you heard that before?!' she exclaimed, her voice pitching higher, a mix of mortification and incredulity as she clapped a hand over her mouth, peeking through her fingers at him.

Cassian burst into laughter, the sound rich and unrestrained, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he rocked back on his stool.

'I wasn't eavesdropping!' he defended through his chuckles, his palms out like he was warding off an attack. 'But you girls weren't exactly subtle in your noise levels. The whole bar got the Carlos update, love. Sounded like quite the character.'

Daisy groaned, long and dramatic, dropping her forehead into her hands as her elbows planted firmly on the bar, her dark waves cascading forward to hide her flaming face.

'Kill me now,' she mumbled into her palms, her voice muffled but laced with embarrassed laughter, the heat of the blush radiating from her skin. She peeked up at him through her fingers, shaking her head. 'This night just keeps getting worse. Or better? I can't even tell anymore.'

Daisy lingered there, her forehead still pressed into her palms, the muffled warmth of her breath trapped against her skin as the bar's ambient chatter hummed around them like a distant storm. The embarrassment burned, but beneath it simmered a reluctant amusement, Cassian's laugh had been genuine, not mocking, and in the haze of tequila and gin, that felt like a small victory.

She could feel his gaze on her, patient and unhurried, the kind that didn't demand she pull herself together. Slowly, she straightened, running her fingers through her tousled hair to push it back, her cheeks still tinged with that rosy flush. Her eyes met his, a mix of defiance and wry humour flickering in them as she picked up her gin again, the straw bending under her absent twirl.

Cassian chuckled once more, the sound warm and rolling, like gravel under tires, as he tilted his head, studying her with that easy confidence. He took a measured sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass, before setting it down with a deliberate nod.

'Come on, love,' he said, his voice laced with gentle teasing, the corners of his mouth quirking up. 'Stop being so dramatic. There's nothing wrong with a bit of self-care, keeps things interesting when the world's full of disappointments. But five months of nothing but? That might be bordering on a problem. You deserve more than just... battery life, yeah?'

Daisy groaned again, the sound deeper this time, vibrating from her chest as she buried her face back into her hands for a beat, her elbows digging into the bar's scarred surface. The wood was cool under her skin, a stark contrast to the heat rising in her face. She peeked through her fingers at him, her lips pressing into a thin line before she finally lifted her head fully, meeting his gaze with a pointed stare.

'Yeah, well, problem or not, it's easier than being out here getting charmed and flirted with all night just to find out the guy's got a girlfriend waiting at home,' she replied, her tone edged with that familiar bitterness, but softer now, laced with exhaustion.

She swirled her drink, watching the liquid catch the light, her voice dropping a notch. 'Feels less degrading, you know? At least with Carlos, there's no lies, no surprises, just me, taking care of me. No one's heart gets broken that way.'

Cassian grinned at her choice of words, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he leaned in a fraction closer, the faint scent of his cologne, woody and spiced, wafting toward her. He drummed his fingers lightly on the bar, the rhythm casual, syncing with the low thrum of music from the speakers overhead.

'Degrading, huh?' he echoed, his grin widening into something playful, almost conspiratorial. 'Depends on how big Carlos is, because if we're talking anything less than, what, three or four inches? Then yeah, I imagine a bit of degradation from going home with one of these losers might actually be worth your time. Spice things up a tad.' His tone was light, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes, testing the waters without pushing too hard.

Daisy couldn't help it, a laugh bubbled up from her throat, sharp and surprised, cutting through her lingering embarrassment like a knife. She smirked at him, her shoulders shaking with the force of it, one hand coming up to cover her mouth as her eyes crinkled at the corners. The gin sloshed gently in her glass as she set it down, leaning forward on her elbows to mirror his posture, the space between them shrinking just a touch.

'Oh no,' she shot back, her voice laced with cheeky pride, the blush fading into a confident glow. 'Carlos is packing a good six and a half inches. Absolutely no complaints there, he gets the job done, he’s a very thorough lover.' She raised an eyebrow, challenging him right back, the banter feeling electric now, like a current humming under her skin.

Cassian, who had been lifting his whiskey glass for a mid-sip, paused with it hovering near his lips, his eyebrows shooting up in genuine surprise. He lowered it slowly, setting it back on the bar with a soft thud, a low whistle escaping him as he shook his head in mock admiration.

'Damn, Carlos, my man,' he said, his voice rich with amusement, drawing out the words like he was toasting an old friend. 'Sounds like he's got more going for him than half the pricks in this place combined.'

Daisy giggled then, the sound light and unrestrained, her hand fluttering to her chest as if to steady the sudden warmth spreading there. It was silly, this whole exchange, talking about her vibrator like it was a person, but his reaction made it feel... normal, even fun. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smirk softening into something more thoughtful as she picked up her thread, the alcohol loosening her tongue further.

'To be honest, though,' she continued, her gaze drifting to the bar top for a moment before flicking back to him, intense and unfiltered, 'even if I did meet a guy packing the same heat, I don't think that would be enough anymore. None of these guys have any game! It's like watching a toddler figure out colours for the first time, you know? They fumble around, think spouting a few smooth lines is enough to just dive straight into your pants. No finesse, no build-up.'

She paused to take a sip of her gin, the cool bite sharpening her words as she set the glass down with a decisive clink. Her fingers traced the rim absently, her voice gaining steam, frustration bubbling up anew but tempered with that raw honesty.

'No one puts in the effort to get your blood pumping anymore. Like, I want someone to work for it, not just the chase, but the whole thing. When we do take pity on one of you morons and go home with you, all we get is about two minutes of half-hearted foreplay and some awkward thrusting before you're done and rolling over. There's no passion, no control. It's like guys crave sex so damn much, but then they're too lazy to do anything more than a half-assed job. Pump in, pump out, lights off, done. Where's the fire? The tease that leaves you aching?'

Cassian listened without interrupting, his expression shifting from amusement to something more attentive, his dark eyes locked on hers as he nodded slowly, absorbing every word. The bar around them felt distant now, the clink of glasses and laughter fading into white noise, leaving just this pocket of charged conversation between them.

Daisy leaned forward slightly on the bar, her elbows propped up as she gestured with her free hand, the words tumbling out in a rush fuelled by the gin and the rare chance to unload. Her voice carried that mix of exasperation and longing, rising and falling with each point, her eyes locked on Cassian's as if daring him to disagree. The bar's dim lights cast shadows across her face, highlighting the flush on her cheeks and the determined set of her jaw. Around them, the pub's energy pulsed, glasses clinking, laughter erupting from nearby tables, but in this moment, it all blurred into the background, their conversation carving out its own intimate space.

Cassian sat there, his broad frame relaxed against the stool, one hand loosely cradling his whiskey glass as he took slow, deliberate sips. A smirk played at the edges of his mouth, not mocking but intrigued, his dark eyes fixed on her with unwavering attention. He let her finish, nodding occasionally, the ice in his drink shifting with each tilt. When she trailed off, catching her breath, he set the glass down with a soft clink, wiping a thumb across his lower lip as if savouring the pause.

'So,' he started, his voice low and steady, carrying that gravelly edge from the whiskey, 'you're saying you don't just want a shag. You wanna be fucked, like, properly. You want someone who knows what they're doing, takes control a bit, and shows you a good time. Builds it up, makes it last, yeah?'

Daisy's eyes widened for a split second, caught off guard by his blunt phrasing, but then she nodded vigorously, a spark of validation lighting her up. She straightened, her smirk mirroring his as she tapped her glass against the bar for emphasis.

'Exactly!' she exclaimed, her tone emphatic, laced with relief. 'God, yes. Not this rushed, clueless nonsense. Someone who actually pays attention, who makes you feel... wanted, not just convenient. I want someone that knows what I want without me having to give them step by step instructions! I want someone with enough about them to hold me down and just know what they’re doing'

Cassian grinned at her, the expression widening into something wolfish yet warm, his teeth flashing briefly as he leaned in a touch closer, the stool creaking under his shift. He swirled his whiskey, watching the amber liquid catch the light before meeting her gaze again.

'You know what your problem is, don't you?' he asked, his voice teasing but pointed, eyebrow arched in challenge.

Daisy shot him a look, her head tilting as she crossed her arms over her chest, a playful scoff escaping her.

'It's my problem?!' she retorted, her voice rising in mock indignation, though her lips twitched with amusement.

She uncrossed her arms, picking up her gin instead, taking a quick sip to hide the grin threatening to break through. 'Enlighten me, oh wise one. What's so wrong with me that I end up with these idiots?'

He chuckled then, the sound deep and rumbling from his chest, shaking his shoulders as he raised his hands in surrender before dropping them back to the bar.

 'Your problem,' he continued, undeterred, his tone shifting to something more earnest beneath the humour, 'is you're going after boys! What you need is a man. These little teenage dweebs don't know any better, all they think about is pussy and booze, getting in, getting off, and crashing out. You're talking about wanting a guy who respects you enough outside the bedroom to treat you like a princess. Takes you out to romantic restaurants, woos you properly, puts in the work so when he finally gets you into bed, he can treat you however he wants, make it intense, make it count, without all the fumbling and ego trips.'

Daisy watched him talk, her drink forgotten in her hand as his words sank in, slicing through the alcohol-fuelled haze like a clear beam. It was like someone had flipped a switch; the fog of her frustrations lifted, and suddenly, it all clicked. He was absolutely right, these guys her age were just playing at it, too immature to handle the depth she craved. Her expression softened, surprise mingling with agreement as she nodded slowly, her eyes tracing the lines of his face, noting the confidence there, the way he spoke without hesitation.

Cassian carried on, oblivious to her internal shift or perhaps sensing it, his voice gaining momentum as he gestured with his glass.

'Come on, how old are you?' he asked, curiosity sharpening his tone.

She answered with a smirk, leaning her chin on her hand, her gaze steady and teasing. 'I'm 19,' she said, drawing out the words just a bit, testing his reaction.

Cassian huffed out a breath, a quiet 'Jesus' slipping past his lips as the realization hit, he hadn't pegged her for seven years younger than his 26, but he kept that to himself for now, masking it with a quick sip of his whiskey. He set the glass down harder than intended, the ice rattling, and shook his head with a wry smile.

'There you go!' he said, pointing at her with mock accusation. 'Lads your age will fumble so bad trying to get with a girl as hot as you. They'll either be arrogant dickheads who don't care what they say or do, barging in like they own the place, or they'll act like they're walking on eggshells around you. One sudden movement, and you'll realize you could do so much better and ditch them, so they treat you like you'll break if they breathe wrong. All nerves and no spine.'

He paused for effect, his smirk returning as he leaned back, crossing his arms to mirror her earlier posture. 'I'm telling you, set your sights like four years older, and you're golden. You'll be treated like a queen, properly courted, properly satisfied. No more of this boyish bullshit.'

Daisy was still looking at him, her chuckle bubbling up soft and genuine, her fingers drumming lightly on the bar as she processed it. She tilted her head, eyes narrowing in playful scepticism.

'You really think that's all it is?' she asked, her voice lighter now, the bitterness ebbing away. 'Just age? Like, bump it up a few years and suddenly everything clicks?'

Cassian grinned wider, nodding emphatically as he finished off his whiskey with a satisfied swallow, signalling the bartender for another with a casual wave.

'I guarantee it,' he replied, his tone firm and reassuring, eyes locking onto hers with that intense focus. 'No young lad is gonna give you 100% honesty in fear of embarrassing himself. Let's face it, they've only just perfected pissing into the toilet properly, so trying to get a girl off right? Might as well be rocket science to them. All thrust, no finesse, and zero clue how to read the room.'

Daisy couldn't help but laugh then, the sound bright and unrestrained, her hand flying to her mouth as her shoulders shook. It was absurd, his phrasing, but spot-on in that brutally honest way that made her feel seen. She wiped at her eye, still giggling as she caught her breath.

'Maybe you're right,' she conceded, her voice warm with amusement, though a hint of lingering doubt crept in. 'But you hear stories about, like, 40-year-old men cheating and shit, so...'

Cassian retorts with a shrug, his fresh glass arriving with a clink as he picked it up, swirling it before meeting her eyes again. 'Yeah, well, the system's not perfect, okay?' he said, his chuckle low and acknowledging. 'Just because they've got more life experience doesn't mean their brain isn't run by their dick as well. Some never grow out of it. But aim for the sweet spot, guys who've figured out a bit more than the basics, and you'll dodge a lot of that mess.'

Daisy let out a soft giggle, the sound light and bubbly, cutting through the low hum of the bar around them. She shifted on her stool, her body angling toward him more fully now, the gin warming her from the inside out and loosening the last threads of her earlier tension. Her fingers toyed with the stem of her empty glass, tracing lazy circles as she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes in that playful, suspicious way. A smirk tugged at her lips, teasing and challenging, as she leaned in just a fraction closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper laced with humour.

'You seem to have all my life problems figured out, huh?' she said, her tone dripping with mock accusation. 'But how do I know you're not just lying to me to get in good? Smooth-talking your way into... something.' She waved her hand vaguely between them, her smirk widening as she held his gaze, daring him to deny it.

Cassian grinned back, the expression crinkling the corners of his eyes, and he barked out a gentle laugh, deep and genuine, the kind that rumbled from his chest without a hint of mockery. He leaned back slightly on his stool, his broad shoulders rolling with the motion, but his eyes never left hers, sparkling with that easy confidence. He took a slow sip of his fresh whiskey, letting the moment hang for a beat, savouring her feistiness before responding.

'I mean,' he started, his voice low and rough around the edges from the liquor, 'I'm not saying I wouldn't try.'

As he spoke, his gaze dipped shamelessly, trailing down her form, the curve of her neckline, the way her top clung just right, the subtle shift of her legs under the bar, before flicking back up to meet her eyes again, unapologetic and bold. He set his glass down with a soft thud, the ice clinking faintly.

'But if you're worried that much about it, fair enough. Transparency and all that.'

He paused, his grin softening into something more inviting, and extended one of his big hands across the scarred wooden bar top toward her. His palm was calloused, fingers strong and steady from years of handling gear and weights, a stark contrast to the delicate space between them.

'Hi,' he said, his tone shifting to warm introduction, like they were starting fresh in this noisy corner of the world.

'I'm Cassian. I'm 26. I've not had a proper relationship since I myself was 19, but then I joined the army, and the job doesn't leave me much room for settling down. Deployments, training, it's all over the place. I don't have my own place because, again, the job never lets me stay around long enough for it to be worth it, so I crash in my brother's spare bedroom when I'm home. Keeps things simple, you know? My favourite colour is red, always have been drawn to it, reminds me of sunsets or something. I don't like eating broccoli; tastes like wet grass to me, no matter how it’s cooked. And I'm scared of bees, properly terrified. One sting when I was a kid, and now I squeal like a bitch if one comes near me.'

He rattled it all off with a self-deprecating chuckle at the end, his hand still outstretched, waiting, his eyes locked on hers with that mix of vulnerability and charm. Daisy couldn't help but giggle again, the sound escaping in a rush as she watched him lay it all out there, so unfiltered and real. It was endearing, the way he didn't hold back, turning what could have been a slick line into something disarmingly honest.

Her cheeks flushed a touch warmer, not from embarrassment but from the unexpected warmth of the moment, and she glanced down at his extended hand, massive compared to her own slender one. She hesitated for just a second, biting her lower lip to stifle another laugh, before sliding her palm against his. Her fingers looked tiny enveloped in his grip, soft and warm against the rough texture of his skin, and she gave it a firm little shake, her grin breaking wide and bright.

'Wow, that was...' she trailed off, shaking her head in amusement as she pulled her hand back slowly, savouring the brief contact. 'Nice to meet you, Cassian. I'm Daisy.'

She said her name with a lilt, the first time she'd offered it up to him, like a small gift in the midst of their banter, her eyes dancing with curiosity now. Cassian grinned again, his hand lingering in the air for a moment after she released it, as if reluctant to break the connection entirely. He flexed his fingers subtly before dropping his arm to rest on the bar, his posture relaxing further as he absorbed her name, rolling it around in his mind. The bar's ambient chatter seemed to fade a notch, the clink of glasses and distant laughter underscoring the bubble they'd carved out.

'Daisy,' he repeated, his voice softening with genuine appreciation, drawing out the syllables like he was tasting them. 'Pretty name. Suits you.'

The bar's warm glow cast flickering shadows across their faces, the murmur of conversations and clink of glasses forming a rhythmic backdrop to their budding exchange. Cassian caught Daisy's eye, his grin still lingering from their introduction, and he nodded toward her empty glass with a casual tilt of his head.

'You want another one of those?,' he asked, his voice carrying that easy rumble, gesturing to the gin she'd been nursing.

Daisy paused for a beat, her fingers still tingling faintly from the shake of his hand, and then she nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile. The alcohol had softened the edges of her earlier frustrations, and his straightforward offer felt like a welcome extension of the moment.

'Yeah, why not? Thank you,' she replied, her tone light and appreciative, sliding her glass a little closer to the edge of the bar as if to emphasize her acceptance.

Cassian gave a satisfied nod and lifted his hand, signalling to Scott behind the bar with a quick, familiar wave, two fingers raised for the drinks. Scott, ever the efficient bartender, caught the gesture immediately, his eyes flicking between them with a knowing smirk before he turned to pour. A fresh gin and tonic for her, another whiskey neat for Cassian; the liquids splashed into the glasses with practiced ease, ice cubes rattling as Scott slid them across the scarred wood toward them.

Cassian reached for his first, murmuring a quick 'Cheers, mate' to Scott, who just winked in response before moving on to another patron.

Daisy wrapped her fingers around the cool glass, the condensation already beading on her skin, and took a small sip, the sharp bite of gin chasing away the last remnants of her bar-induced haze. She glanced up at Cassian through her lashes, her grin turning playful as she set the glass down, zeroing in on the one detail from his rapid-fire bio that had stuck out like a sore thumb.

'So... bees?' she asked, drawing out the word with exaggerated curiosity, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned her elbow on the bar, chin resting in her hand.

Cassian huffed a laugh, the sound deep and unfiltered, shaking his head as he lifted his whiskey to his lips for a slow swallow. He set it down with a soft clink, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth before meeting her gaze, his expression a mix of amusement and mock defensiveness.

'Look, my point is,' he said, steering the conversation back with a pointed finger toward her, though his eyes crinkled at the corners, betraying his enjoyment of the detour. 'You're gonna get more honesty out of an older guy than boys your age. No games, no bullshit, just straight talk. They've been around the block a few times, learned what actually matters.'

He took another sip, his tone earnest beneath the humour, like he was half-serious about imparting this nugget of wisdom. Daisy couldn't hold back a giggle, the sound bubbling up light and genuine as she watched him deflect the bee confession so smoothly. It was cute, the way his cheeks coloured just a touch under the bar lights, and she savoured the moment, her laughter fading into a warm smile. But she wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily; the teasing energy between them felt too fun to drop. She tilted her head, swirling her gin idly as she pressed on.

'Fair enough, that was brutally honest,' she conceded, her voice laced with playful sarcasm. 'Guess old men are the way to go, then.'

As she finished, she threw him a little wink, quick and flirtatious, paired with a smirk that pulled at the corner of her mouth, challenging him right back. Cassian's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his grin didn't falter for a second, it widened instead, his eyes narrowing in that roguish way as he leaned forward on his stool, closing the space between them just a bit. He let out a dramatic scoff, shaking his head in feigned offense.

'Oh, that’s how it is now?!' he exclaimed, his voice rising with mock indignation, though the laughter threaded through it made it clear he was all in on the banter. 'I offer you some amazingly helpful advice, life-changing, even, and I get called old?! Just for trying to help a damsel in distress over here?' He gestured vaguely at her with his glass, his free hand pressing to his chest like he'd been wounded, but the sparkle in his eyes gave him away completely.

Daisy turned to face him a bit more fully, her stool creaking softly under the shift as she angled her body toward his, the warmth of the bar lights catching the flush on her cheeks. She reached up with one hand, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear in a slow, deliberate motion, her fingers lingering there for a second before dropping back to her lap. Her grin turned downright cheeky now, eyes locked on his as she leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing lilt.

'Well, you've got all this wisdom to impart on my youthful brain,' she shot back, emphasizing 'youthful' with a playful roll of her eyes. 'So just wanna make sure I'm giving you the respect you deserve. Speaking of... you gonna be okay getting off that stool? Wouldn't want you popping a hip or anything.'

She bit her lower lip to stifle another laugh, her words dripping with exaggerated concern, but the way her gaze flicked over him, appreciative, bold, added a layer of flirtation that hung in the air between them.

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained, echoing slightly over the bar's din as his broad shoulders shook with it. His eyes danced with delight at her audacity.

'Fucking brat!' he huffed, the words tumbling out in a teasing, cheeky drawl, no bite to them at all, just pure, affectionate exasperation.

Daisy held her hands up in surrender, palms out and fingers splayed, her laughter joining his in a shared wave that made the moment feel even more intimate amid the crowded bar.

'Okay, okay, I'll stop!' she said, her voice breathless from giggling, though the mischief still lingered in her eyes as she lowered her hands slowly. 'Thank you for the advice! it's... appreciated. Even if it comes from someone who's apparently ancient.'

She tacked on the last bit with a final wink, picking up her gin again and taking a sip, the cool liquid a perfect counter to the heat building in her chest from their back-and-forth.

The banter hung in the air like a spark, igniting something warmer between them as the bar's ambient hum faded into the background. Daisy shifted slightly on her feet, propping one elbow on the worn wooden bar top, her chin resting lightly in the cradle of her fist.

Her gaze drifted over Cassian with a deliberate slowness, taking in the way his broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his black t-shirt taut across his chest, the material clinging just enough to hint at the solid muscle beneath. Her eyes trailed lower, to the faded denim of his jeans, worn soft at the knees and thighs from use, cinched at his waist by a thick leather belt that looked heavy and well-broken-in. Even the hem of his jeans couldn't fully hide the sturdy boots peeking out, scuffed but polished, speaking to a life that was anything but sedentary. A soft smile tugged at her lips, the cheeky edge sharpening her expression as she met his eyes again, her voice laced with that playful lilt.

'Army, huh?' she said, drawing out the words for emphasis. 'Didn't realize there was an OAP squadron. What do you guys do? sit around and wave your walking sticks at the bad guys?'

Cassian paused mid-sip of his whiskey, the glass hovering near his lips as her words sank in. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, unbidden and genuine, and he set the drink down with a soft clink, shaking his head in disbelief at her audacity. His dark eyes locked onto hers, amusement dancing in them as he leaned in a fraction closer, the faint scent of his cologne, something woody and clean, mingling with the sharp tang of alcohol in the air.

'You're funny,' he replied, his voice a deep, teasing drawl that carried a hint of challenge. 'Isn't it past your bedtime, little one? All this sass must be running on fumes by now.' He arched an eyebrow, his grin widening to show a flash of teeth, clearly relishing the way she kept him on his toes.

Daisy's grin bloomed fully at his retort, her cheeks warming with a flush she couldn't quite suppress, but it only fuelled the thrill of their exchange. She loved this, the witty push and pull, like a game where neither wanted to lose but both were winning just by playing. Her free hand toyed with the stem of her gin glass, fingers tracing lazy circles in the condensation as she held his gaze, refusing to back down. The bar lights caught the sparkle in her eyes, making the moment feel charged, intimate despite the crowd around them. She raised both hands in mock surrender, palms out and fingers splayed wide, though the laughter bubbling in her throat betrayed any real defeat.

'Fair enough,' she conceded, her tone light and breathless. 'Call a truce? I promise I'll behave... for like, at least five minutes.'

Her words trailed off with a wink, the gesture quick and flirtatious, pulling him deeper into their rhythm. Cassian let out a huff of laughter, leaning back on his stool with his arms crossing loosely over his chest, the motion making his t-shirt shift against his frame. He tilted his head, studying her with that smirking intensity, like he was deciding whether to let her off the hook.

'Oh, now you get a bit back and you wanna play nice?' he shot back, his voice dripping with feigned suspicion, though the warmth in his eyes softened the jab.

Daisy giggled then, the sound light and unrestrained, her hand dropping from her chin to cover her mouth briefly before she composed herself. She straightened up a little, her elbow still anchored on the bar, but now her body angled more toward him, closing the subtle distance between where she stood and his seat. The gin had loosened her up just enough to lean into the flirtation, her pulse quickening at the way he matched her energy without missing a beat.

'Well,' she said, drawing out the word with exaggerated innocence, her eyes wide and playful. 'I'm a sensitive little girl, so you've gotta go easy on me. Wouldn't want me running off crying into my drink or anything.'

She batted her lashes once, over-the-top and theatrical, but the underlying spark in her smile made it clear she was anything but fragile, testing him, inviting more of that electric back-and-forth. Cassian shook his head again, his chuckle turning into a full, appreciative laugh that drew a quick glance from Scott down the bar. He uncrossed his arms, picking up his whiskey once more but not drinking, just holding it as a prop while he eyed her.

'Sensitive, huh? That's a new one. Last I checked, sensitive girls don’t sit announcing to the bar about how they’re getting bored of their  inch dildo!.' He paused, his grin turning sly as he leaned forward again, voice lowering just a touch. 'But alright, truce accepted, for now. Just know, if you break it, I'm coming for you with all the old man wisdom I've got. No mercy.'

She bit her lower lip to stifle another giggle, her gaze flicking down to his mouth for a split second before snapping back up, the flirtation simmering hotter now, like the air between them had thickened.

'Deal,' she murmured, her voice softer but no less cheeky. 'But only if you promise not to bore me with war stories about your glory days.'

The words were a gentle prod, keeping the banter alive, her elbow shifting as she took a slow sip of her gin, savouring the burn and the way his eyes followed the motion. The truce lingered between them like a shared secret, the air humming with unspoken possibilities as Daisy's laughter faded into a comfortable quiet. She took another sip of her gin, the cool liquid sliding down her throat and steadying the flutter in her chest. Her elbow stayed propped on the bar, but her posture softened, her body turning more fully toward him, curiosity edging out the cheekiness for a moment. She tilted her head, her eyes locking onto his with a genuine spark of interest, the flirtation simmering beneath but giving way to something more real.

'Okay, all seriousness,' she said, her voice dropping the playful lilt, though a small smile still curved her lips. 'What type of work do you do in the service? You in the middle of all the action, or are you one of those guys that gets to say he's in the Army but is actually wearing a hair net in the kitchen, serving tater tots?'

Cassian met her gaze, his expression shifting from amusement to a quiet pride as he processed her question. He leaned forward on the bar, his forearms resting on the polished wood, turning his body slightly toward her so that his knee brushed her thigh. The motion brought him closer, his broad frame casting a subtle shadow over her space, and he smiled down at her, a warm, crooked grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. The bar's low lights played across his features, highlighting the faint stubble on his jaw and the easy confidence in his posture.

'As good as we both know I'd look in a hair net,' he replied, his tone light but steady, acknowledging her jab with a wink before diving in. 'I'm a commanding officer of a small squadron. Mainly, we get used for relief on extended runs or for security ops. Every now and then, I'll get pulled up for training new recruits if I'm not shipped off somewhere else. It's not always frontline chaos, but it's never boring, keeps you sharp, you know?'

Daisy nodded slowly, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her glass as she absorbed his words. She pictured him out there, not in some sterile kitchen but charging through an assault course, his black t-shirt soaked with sweat, clinging to the defined lines of his chest and back as he vaulted obstacles with raw power. Her mind wandered further, unbidden, to the size of his hands, strong, calloused from handling gear, gripping a rifle with precision, or wrapping around a thick rope as he hauled his built upper body up the sheer side of a building, muscles flexing under the strain.

And then, traitorously, her thoughts twisted: those same hands on her, firm and sure, pulling her close in the heat of the moment. Heat crept up her neck, and she shook her head subtly, a quick, almost imperceptible motion to snap herself back to reality. The bar's chatter and clink of glasses grounded her, and she focused on his face, the way his voice carried that understated authority.

'Sounds intense,' she said, her voice genuine, leaning in a bit to match his posture. 'How long are you usually deployed for? Like, months at a time, or what?' She searched his eyes, curiosity mingling with a hint of empathy, wondering what it must be like to leave everything behind.

Cassian took a slow breath, his smile softening as he considered her question. He picked up his whiskey glass, swirling the amber liquid thoughtfully before answering.

'It depends on the job,' he explained, his deep voice measured and unhurried. 'Could be a couple weeks for a quick security detail or stretch out longer for something more involved. The longest stint I've had was about eight months, straight through, no real breaks. Tests you, that's for sure.'

Daisy's eyes widened a fraction, her imagination firing again but this time on the emotional side: the isolation, the uncertainty. She set her gin down, her hand lingering on the cool surface.

'Damn, that's a long time to be away from home,' she murmured, her tone laced with real sympathy, though she kept it light to match the moment. 'Family, friends, everything just... paused, I guess?'

He shrugged, the motion casual as he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a measured sip of the whiskey. The burn was familiar, grounding, and he set it back down with a soft thud.

'Yeah, but it's part of the deal,' he said simply, his eyes meeting hers without a trace of complaint. 'Not all bad, though. Sometimes I still get time off without being able to come home, get to see some beautiful parts of the world. Mountains that make you feel small, beaches that look like they belong in a postcard. Makes the hard parts worth it, in a way.'

His gaze held hers a beat longer, the words carrying a subtle depth, inviting her to see beyond the uniform and the banter.

The warmth of the bar wrapped around them like a shared blanket, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses fading into a distant backdrop as Daisy and Cassian's world narrowed to the space between their stools. She felt the gin buzzing pleasantly in her veins, loosening her inhibitions just enough to let her gaze linger on the way his shirt stretched across his chest when he breathed. His words about seeing the world hung in the air, painting pictures in her mind of him against exotic horizons, but it was the man right here, solid and real, that pulled her focus back.

The cheeky teasing tint of their conversation wasn't fully gone, though, threading through the sincerity like a playful undercurrent. Daisy tilted her head, her lips curving into a mischievous smile as she set her glass down with a soft clink.

'I never would have pegged you for the regimented soldier type,' she said, her voice light but laced with that familiar spark of flirtation. 'But you do have that look about you’

Cassian paused mid-sip, his whiskey glass hovering near his lips as he raised his eyebrows curiously, the expression pulling a faint amusement to his features. He lowered the glass slowly, setting it on the bar with a deliberate thud, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. The low light caught the sharp line of his jaw as he leaned in just a fraction more, his voice dropping to a rumble that cut through the noise.

'What do you mean by that look, exactly?' he asked, his tone teasing but genuinely intrigued, one corner of his mouth twitching upward as if he already suspected where this was headed.

He shifted his weight on the stool, his knee brushing her again, this time lingering a beat longer, the contact sending a subtle spark up her leg.

Daisy smirked lightly, her cheeky tone soft but carrying that sultry lilt she used on the regular to get what she wanted, the kind that wrapped around words like silk. She let her eyes flick down his frame for a split second, taking in the breadth of his shoulders straining against the black fabric of his t-shirt, before meeting his gaze again through her lashes. The alcohol made her bold, her body language open as she propped her chin on her hand, elbow on the bar.

'Well, you know,' she drawled, drawing out the words with a playful purr, 'the broad shoulders, big arms. You're basically screaming that you could bench press the whole bar if you wanted to.'

She let the last part hang, her smile widening into something more inviting, her free hand gesturing vaguely toward his arm as if to emphasize the point, her fingers itching to trace the muscle there but holding back just yet. Cassian picked up on the flirty compliment immediately, the shift in her tone, the way her eyes darkened just a touch as she looked up at him, the subtle bite of her lower lip.

They were both pretty drunk now, the whiskey and gin blurring the edges of caution, turning the banter into something electric. He could see it in the flush on her cheeks, the way her body angled toward him like a magnet, and he knew without a doubt she was his if he wanted her. The thought sent a low heat through him, but he played it cool, letting the moment build. His smirk deepened, crinkling the skin around his eyes as he leaned in a little more, close enough that she could catch the faint scent of whiskey on his breath mixed with something earthier, like clean sweat and cologne.

'Doesn't sound like you're complaining too much about it,' he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly, laced with that confident edge that came from years of command.

He flexed his arm subtly on the bar, not showy, but enough to make the muscle shift under his sleeve, testing the waters as his gaze held hers steady, challenging her to keep going.

Daisy felt the pull, the air between them thickening with unspoken want, her heart thudding a little faster at the proximity. She grinned back, wide and unfiltered, the alcohol making her skin tingle where his knee still pressed against hers. Emboldened, she stepped up against him where he sat on the bar stool, her body pressing close enough that her chest nearly brushed his. The gin had stripped away any last shreds of hesitation, leaving her shameless and testing her luck as her hand reached out, gently running over his chest. feeling the firm warmth of him through the thin cotton, before trailing up onto his broad shoulders and then down along his bicep, her fingers tracing the hard curve of muscle with a light, exploratory touch. She looked up at him through her lashes, her playful smile turning sultry, lips parted just a bit as she held his eyes.

'I'm not,' she admitted, her voice dropping to match his, sultry and direct, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 'I like broad shoulders and big arms... gives you more to cling onto.'

Her hand lingered on his bicep, squeezing ever so slightly, the contact sending a thrill through her as she savoured the solid feel of him, her body heat mingling with his in the tight space. Cassian wasn't complaining at all, far from it, the feel of her hand on him igniting a spark that travelled straight down his spine. He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating from his chest as he looked down at her, his gaze dropping for a deliberate second to linger on her cleavage, where her top dipped low and her breasts pressed almost against him from the closeness.

The sight made his pulse kick up, but he kept his cool, his grin widening into something predatory yet playful. Without breaking eye contact for long, he slid his hand onto her hip, his large palm settling there with a firm, possessive grip that pulled her in just a fraction closer, his thumb brushing the curve of her waist through her shirt.

'Yeah?' he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that carried over the bar's din, laced with heat. 'And what kind of thing would have you needing to hold on?'

Daisy giggled cheekily, the sound light and bubbly, fuelled by the booze and the rush of his touch on her hip. Her hand stroked up his arm again lightly, fingers dancing over the taut skin and muscle, relishing the way he tensed just a bit under her exploration. She tilted her head back to meet his eyes fully, her body still flush against his, the proximity making her breath catch.

'You tell me,' she teased, her tone playful but edged with that sultry invitation, drawing out the words as her free hand came up to rest lightly on his other shoulder for balance, or maybe just to feel more of him.

'You said I should be looking out for older guys, and well, apparently you were alive when the good deed was invented.' She winked, the age jab landing with a cheeky lilt, her giggle trailing off into a soft, expectant smile as she waited for his comeback, her hips shifting subtly under his hand.

Cassian chuckled again, the sound richer this time, rumbling from deep in his throat as she, of course, had to slip in another jab about his age, keeping the banter alive and electric. He stuck his tongue out slightly, licking his lips in a slow, deliberate motion that drew her eyes to his mouth, before dropping his voice even lower, a husky whisper that was just for her. His fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her against him a bit tighter, her body now fully nestled between his knees as he leaned down, his breath warm against her ear.

'Well, from what I've found out about you tonight,' he said, his words laced with dark promise, eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip, 'I'm thinking you want someone with arms and hands big enough to cover that smart little mouth of yours, while they hold you down and make you take whatever they want to give you. Sound about right?'

The words hung between them like a charged promise, Cassian's voice a low growl that sent a shiver racing down Daisy's spine, her body pressed so close to his that she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest under her palm. The bar's ambient noise seemed to fade further, leaving only the thrum of her heartbeat and the heat radiating from where their bodies met. She bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as her gaze dropped involuntarily to his pecs, the way the black t-shirt clung to them, pulling tight across the defined muscles with every breath he took. The fabric outlined the hard ridges beneath, tempting her to explore further, and she felt a flush creep up her neck at the thought. Lifting her eyes back to his, she let a sly smile curve her lips, her voice coming out breathy and teasing.

'Close enough,' she murmured, her tone laced with playful defiance, 'although my smart little mouth is usually most of the fun.'

Cassian felt the shift in her, the way her body leaned into him just a fraction more, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his arm, and it stirred something primal in him. His free hand, the one not already gripping her hip, moved with deliberate slowness to find her waist, his palm splaying wide across the curve there, fingers curling slightly to pull her even nearer.

The touch was firm, anchoring her in place as he savoured the way she fit against him, her warmth seeping through her skin as it missed the small strap of her boob tube. He could smell the faint floral hint of her perfume mixed with the sharp tang of gin on her breath, and it made his grip tighten instinctively.

'I'm sure it is,' he replied, his voice dropping to a husky timbre that vibrated through his chest, eyes darkening as they held hers. 'But it's gonna get you in a lot of trouble one day.'

Daisy couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up from her throat, light and effervescent, the alcohol making her feel weightless and bold in his hold. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the line of her neck as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The sensation of both his hands on her now, possessive and steady, sent a thrill pooling low in her belly, but she played it off with her usual cheek.

'I thought you were a soldier,' she quipped, her words quick and teasing, poking at him like a gentle prod. 'Isn't trouble supposed to be your middle name? Or are you just all talk when it comes to handling a little chaos?'

Her words pulled a proper laugh from him this time, deep and unrestrained, rumbling from his chest like thunder rolling in the distance. It shook through her where she stood wedged between his legs, and she felt the vibration against her hands still lingering on his arms. Cassian's head tipped back for a moment, exposing the strong column of his throat, before he shook it with amusement, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked down at her again.

'Fuck me, you're a nightmare,' he said, the words affectionate rather than scolding, his grin wide and genuine, revealing a flash of white teeth.

One hand stayed firm on her waist while the other slid up to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek in a touch that was almost tender amid the heat. Daisy grinned up at him, wide and unapologetic, her heart racing from the laugh and the way his touch lingered. Emboldened by the moment, she let her hands settle next to each other on his chest, palms flat against the solid wall of muscle, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin shirt and the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath. Her fingers spread slightly, exploring the contours without shame, the gin urging her on as she pressed just enough to feel him yield a bit under her touch.

'A nightmare, huh?' she echoed softly, her voice dropping into that sultry range again, eyes locked on his with a challenge. 'You say that like it's a bad thing. Most guys beg for a girl who keeps them on their toes.'

Cassian felt her hands on him like brands, the pressure sending a jolt straight through him, but he kept his composure, his body tensing just enough to make his pecs flex under her palms. He covered one of her hands with his own briefly, guiding it to stay put as if to say he wasn't going anywhere, before letting go with a smirk. The banter was firing on all cylinders now, each word pulling them deeper into this dance, and he wasn't about to let her off easy. '

‘Nah, I can handle a bit of fire,' he shot back, his tone playful but edged with that commanding undertone. 'But I do have a problem with this whole thing though.' He paused, letting the words dangle like bait, watching the way her expression shifted with curiosity.

Daisy's eyebrows shot up in playful surprise, her grin turning inquisitive as she cocked her head to the side, one hand still splayed on his chest while the other traced the edge of his collar absentmindedly. The proximity was intoxicating, his hands on her waist holding her steady, her body moulded to his, and she could feel the tension coiling tighter between them, like a spring ready to snap.

'Oh yeah?' she prompted, her voice light and teasing, drawing out the words as she leaned in a touch closer, her breath mingling with his. 'And what exactly is your problem, soldier? Enlighten me.' She wiggled her fingers against his shirt for emphasis, her eyes dancing with feigned innocence.

Cassian huffed out a breath, the sound playful and exaggerated, his chest rising under her hands as he shook his head in mock exasperation. His fingers drummed lightly on her waist, a subtle rhythm that matched the pulse he could feel racing in her. He leaned down slightly, closing the gap so his lips were mere inches from hers, his voice dropping to that gravelly whisper that made her knees weaken.

'Well, not that I'm complaining about you being... nice and wedged in my space like this,' he started, his eyes flicking down her body appreciatively before returning to her face, 'but there seems to be a double standard in play here. Just because you like my shoulders, you can bat those pretty little eyelashes at me, stand there with your hands all over me like I'm some piece of meat on display? But if I were to say that I liked your big ass, all perky in those tight little jeans, does that mean I can just get a good grip on it? Or would that earn me a slap across the face and a drink thrown in my direction?'

His words hit her like a spark to dry tinder, the directness of them making her cheeks heat even as a thrill shot through her. Daisy felt his hands flex on her waist, as if punctuating the point, and she let her gaze drop to his mouth, watching the way his lips moved, full and inviting. Her grin widened into something wicked, a little laugh escaping her, soft and breathy, laced with invitation, as she lifted her eyes back to his, her voice dropping low and husky, matching the intimacy of the moment.

'I guess you'll have to try your hand and find out,' she said, the challenge clear in her tone, her body shifting just enough to press her hips forward teasingly, daring him to make the next move.

The bar pulsed around them like a living thing, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air, bodies brushing past in the crowded space, but Daisy and Cassian existed in their own heated bubble, oblivious to the chaos. The alcohol coursed through their veins, loosening every inhibition, turning the world hazy and electric.

Scott, wiping down the far end of the polished wooden bar, caught sight of them from the corner of his eye, the way Daisy was wedged right up against Cassian's stool, her body language screaming intent. He shook his head with a knowing smirk, muttering under his breath about how his mate had been full of shit earlier when he'd sworn off any hookups tonight. Cassian, the picture of restraint? Yeah, right. Scott turned back to pouring a pint, leaving them to it.

Cassian held Daisy's gaze for a beat longer, his dark eyes scanning her face, the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the spark of defiance mixed with raw want in her expression. Her challenge hung there, bold and unfiltered, and it pulled a slow, predatory grin across his mouth, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Fuck, she was fire wrapped in silk, and he wasn't about to back down. Without breaking eye contact, his hand, still warm and calloused from years of handling gear and weapons, slid deliberately from the dip of her waist, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. His fingers splayed wide over the firm swell of her ass, the denim of her tight jeans doing nothing to hide the soft give of her flesh beneath. He gripped hard, squeezing with just enough pressure to make her feel the strength in his hold, pulling her in tighter between his spread thighs.

Daisy's breath hitched sharply, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the sudden firmness of his palm sent a jolt straight to her core. Her body reacted on instinct, arching slightly into the touch, heat blooming where his fingers dug in. But she recovered quick, letting the surprise melt into a cheeky hum of pure appreciation that vibrated low in her throat, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him.

'See,' she murmured, her voice husky and teasing, laced with that gin-fuelled confidence, 'now if you didn't have nice big hands like these, that wouldn't feel half as good.'

She shifted her weight, pressing back into his grip just a fraction, testing the waters, her pulse racing under her skin. Cassian didn't budge an inch, his hand staying planted right there on her ass, thumb tracing a lazy circle over the seam of her jeans as if staking his claim. The feel of her under his palm, plump and responsive, stirred the blood in his veins, making his cock twitch against the confines of his jeans. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear, voice dropping to that gravelly rumble that made her thighs clench.

'That's very true,' he agreed, the words slow and deliberate, his grin turning wicked. 'These big hands could do a whole lot of things to make you feel good.' His fingers flexed again, kneading her flesh possessively, eyes locked on hers with unfiltered heat.

Daisy's lower lip caught between her teeth once more, the sharp nip sending a spark through her as she savoured the promise in his words. The bar's noise faded even further, drowned out by the throb between her legs and the way his touch ignited every nerve. Emboldened, her hands slid up from his chest, fingers trailing over the hard ridges of his pecs before draping over his broad shoulders, nails grazing the fabric of his t-shirt as she gripped the muscle there.  She could feel the power coiled in him, the way his body tensed under her touch, and it made her bold streak flare brighter.

'I'm sure they could,' she whispered back, her voice breathy and inviting, eyes flicking down to his mouth before lifting to meet his gaze through the fan of her lashes. 'Maybe we could... get out of here. You could show me just how good that could make me feel.'

 The words tumbled out direct and unashamed, her body leaning into his, hips brushing his in a deliberate tease. Cassian couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across his face, genuine and heated, her straightforward boldness hitting him like a shot of whiskey, straight to the gut. The alcohol in her system was turning her into a force of nature, all cheek and fire, and damn if it didn't make him want to scoop her up and find the nearest exit. He huffed out a low laugh, the sound rough and appreciative, vibrating through his chest as his free hand came up to cup the back of her neck, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there.

His grip on her ass tightened just a notch more, fingers digging in as he pulled her forward flush against him, her soft curves moulding to the hard lines of his body. The friction made him growl low in his throat, the word slipping out raw and edged with hunger.

'Fuck,' he rumbled, his forehead nearly touching hers, voice dropping to a near-growl that only she could hear. 'You know, Daisy, for a young girl that was complaining about not being able to get any good dick earlier, you sure know how to turn a guy into putty in your hands.'

The bar's clamour seemed to recede even further into the background, a distant hum of voices and music that couldn't touch the electric current crackling between Daisy and Cassian. Her body pressed flush against his, the heat of him seeping through their clothes, and she tilted her chin up, that cheeky grin spreading wide across her face, lips parted just enough to show a flash of teeth, eyes sparkling with mischief and unbridled want. The alcohol made her bold, her words tumbling out in a sultry drawl as she locked eyes with him.

'I said I haven't had sex in five months,' she teased, her voice low and playful, fingers still draped over his shoulders, 'I never said that I didn't have guys falling to their knees for a chance. Besides, I'm eager to test out this theory of yours about older guys. But if you're not up for the challenge, Cass, I'm sure I could find someone in here to help me out.'

She let her gaze flick deliberately around the room for a split second, as if scanning the crowd, before snapping back to him with a wink. Cassian felt a surge of heat twist low in his gut at her words, loving every fucking bit of that cheeky fire in her, the way she pushed buttons without hesitation, basically laying it all out there, begging him to drag her home and fuck her senseless until she couldn't walk straight. It was intoxicating, her confidence wrapping around him like smoke, and he couldn't help the deep rumble that built in his chest, his grin turning sharp and hungry. His hand stayed firm on her ass, fingers kneading the flesh through her jeans in slow, deliberate squeezes that made her squirm.

'I'm up for the challenge, baby,' he shot back, his voice a gravelly purr that vibrated against her skin, leaning in so his lips brushed the shell of her ear. 'I'm just worried you won't be able to handle it. Wouldn't want you begging me to stop halfway through.'

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own dark with promise, thumb tracing the curve of her hip bone in a teasing stroke. Daisy's giggle bubbled up light and breathy, the sound sending a shiver down his spine as one of her hands slid up from his shoulder, fingers threading into the short hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged gently, tilting his head down toward her as she leaned in close, her lips grazing his earlobe, breath hot and ragged.

'Well, I am pretty good at begging,' she whispered, her tone turning wicked and inviting, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, 'but it's never been asking someone to stop before. Maybe an older guy like you could change that, push me right to the edge until I'm pleading for mercy.'

She nipped at his earlobe softly, her body arching into his touch, the friction of his grip on her ass making her thighs clench with anticipation. Cassian chuckled low and rough, the vibration rumbling through his chest as he tightened his hold on her ass, pulling her even closer so her core pressed against the hard line of his cock straining in his jeans. The feel of her soft curves yielding under his palm had him throbbing, every instinct screaming to claim her right there.

'Mmm, bet you sound so pretty when you beg,' he murmured, his free hand coming up to trace the line of her jaw, thumb brushing over her bottom lip before dipping inside her mouth for a teasing second, feeling the wet heat of her tongue. 'All whiny and desperate.'

Her breathing hitched, coming in heavier pants now, chest rising and falling against his as the words sank in, stoking the fire pooling between her legs. Daisy's nails dug into his shoulder through the thin fabric of his shirt, the sharp sting making him hiss softly, and she mumbled into his ear with a whiny edge, her voice dripping with need.

'I do, baby,' she breathed, lips brushing his skin, 'I sound so fucking good. I've got a nice big empty house just waiting for me to show you, show you how I could be such a good girl for you, how good I can beg for you.'

The words spilled out raw and unfiltered, her body trembling slightly against him, pussy aching with the thought of him pinning her down and filling her up. Cassian's breath caught sharp in his throat, a hitch that betrayed how her dirty talk was unravelling him, his cock jerking hard against her. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, surprise flashing before he rolled them with a low, appreciative groan, the sound guttural and edged with raw hunger.

Fuck, she was going to be the death of him, sweet and filthy all at once. He growled deep from his chest, the noise possessive and commanding as his fingers slid up from her ass to tangle in her hair, gripping a fistful at the roots.

'Come here,' he rasped, voice rough like sandpaper, yanking her head back just enough to expose the line of her throat before guiding her mouth to his.

His lips crashed against hers in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting past her parted lips to lick deep into her mouth, tasting the gin and her sweetness as he devoured her. Daisy whimpered softly into the kiss, the sound muffled and needy, her body melting against him as their tongues tangled, wet and urgent, right there at the bar with the world forgotten.

The intensity of their kiss ratcheted up as Cassian's free hand dropped down to claim her other ass cheek, fingers digging into the plump, juicy flesh through the tight denim of her jeans. He squeezed hard, kneading both cheeks now with a possessive grip that pulled her even tighter against his body, her hips grinding instinctively into the rigid bulge of his cock straining against his jeans.

Daisy moaned low and needy into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue as it plunged deeper, licking and sucking at hers in a messy, heated tangle. Her hands roamed his chest, palms pressing flat against the solid wall of muscle under his black t-shirt, feeling the rapid thump of his heart matching her own frantic pulse. One hand slid up to the back of his neck, fingers threading into the stray wisps of dark hair that had escaped his manbun, tugging lightly to angle his head just right, deepening the kiss until she could taste the sharp bite of whiskey on his breath mixed with her own gin-sweet saliva.

Her chunky white sandal heels gave her the extra height she needed to lean fully into his tall frame perched on the bar stool, her body arching to mould against him, breasts crushing into his chest, thighs parting slightly to straddle one of his knees. Cassian growled into the kiss, the rumble vibrating through her as he yanked her flush against him, one arm banding around her waist while his hands stayed locked on her ass, spreading her cheeks just enough to make her pussy clench with anticipation.

They were both utterly wasted, the alcohol blurring the edges of the world, making the bar's stares and whispers fade into irrelevance. Lips bruised and slick, tongues sliding wetly, breaths mingling in hot pants, neither gave a damn if the whole damn place watched them devour each other like starved animals.

Daisy's nails scraped lightly over his scalp, pulling a guttural groan from him that she swallowed greedily, her hips rocking forward to rub her aching core against his thigh.

'Fuck, you taste good,' Cassian muttered against her lips, breaking just enough to nip at her bottom lip before diving back in, sucking it into his mouth with a sharp tug that made her whimper.

She responded by licking into him boldly, her tongue tracing the edges of his teeth, bodies locked in a rhythm that promised so much more once they escaped this place. It was only when Scott's voice boomed over the thumping bass of the bar's music- 'Last orders, folks! Finish up and wrap it up!'- that they finally tore apart, chests heaving as they gasped for air.

Their foreheads rested together, noses brushing in the scant space between them, eyes locked and hazy with lust. Daisy's lips were swollen and red, a string of saliva connecting them for a split second before she licked it away with a shaky breath. Cassian's hands didn't release her ass, thumbs stroking the seam of her jeans in slow circles that kept the fire simmering.

'Get your bag, baby,' he growled low, voice rough and commanding, his breath fanning hot over her flushed face.

His eyes darkened further, pupils blown wide as he stared down at her, one hand finally sliding up to cup her jaw, thumb tracing her wet lips. Daisy grinned up at him, wide and wicked, biting her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark as she nodded eagerly. She turned away reluctantly, hips swaying as she reached for her bag on the bar stool beside them. She slung the strap over her shoulder with a quick flick, glancing back at him over her shoulder with a sultry wink that made his cock twitch.

Cassian was still panting, chest rising and falling as he snatched up his whiskey glass, the amber liquid sloshing before he tilted his head back and downed the rest in one burning gulp. The burn matched the heat in his veins, and he slammed the empty glass down with a satisfied thud.

'Scott! I'll see you around, man,' he called out over the dying chatter of the bar, his voice carrying that gravelly edge.

Scott looked up from wiping down the counter, his grin splitting wide and knowing as he eyed the pair of them, Daisy's dishevelled hair, Cassian's rumpled shirt, the way they couldn't keep their hands off each other. He huffed a deep laugh, shaking his head.

'Yeah, yeah, see you next time you're home on leave, Cass. Have a good night man.' His tone laced with amusement and zero judgment, already turning back to the last stragglers.

Cassian chuckled under his breath, his hand finding the small of Daisy's back, fingers splaying wide and warm through her thin top, as he guided her through the thinning crowd. The press of bodies parted around them, but his touch stayed firm, possessive, steering her toward the door with a subtle push that made her ass brush against his groin.

'C'mon, let's get out of here before I bend you over the bar,' he murmured into her ear, lips grazing the shell as they wove past a group of laughing patrons.

Daisy shivered at his words, leaning back into his chest for a second, her hand reaching behind to squeeze his thigh.

'Promise?' she shot back with a breathy laugh, but they were almost at the door when her name rang out sharp and teasing from behind.

'Daisy! Hey, Dais!'

She stopped short, whipping her head around, Cassian halting right behind her with his hand still on her lower back, thumb dipping under the hem of her shirt to stroke bare skin. Over at the booth, Chris was nowhere in sight, probably slunk off back to his girlfriend, but Alex and Tom were slumped there, nursing their last drinks, while Lois and Jane leaned forward, eyes wide and grinning.

Lois, ever the loud one, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted over the noise, glancing between her friend and the towering guy glued to her side. 'You all good over there, girl?'

Daisy grinned back, waving them off with a casual flick of her hand, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss but her voice steady and excited. 'I'm fine, Lois! I'll text you tomorrow, promise!'

Jane whooped first, pumping her fist in the air. 'Hell yeah! Get it, girl!'

Lois joined in with a cackle, leaning over Tom to yell louder. 'About damn time! She's ending that drought at last, go on, ride that dick into the sunrise!'

Daisy laughed, shaking her head as she turned back toward the door, Cassian's hand pressing firmer on her back to urge her forward.

'Ignore them, come on my place is only a short walk ,' she said over her shoulder to him, her tone light and buzzing with adrenaline as the cool night air beckoned just beyond the exit.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter Two

The laughter from the booth rolled on unchecked, a infectious ripple that cut through the bar's ambient buzz of clinking bottles and low murmurs. Lois was on a roll, her voice pitching up with exaggerated flair as she waved her drink around like a conductor's baton.

'Alright, but let's not forget that moron from the frat bash last term. Dude dives in like foreplay's a myth, pumps away for what, sixty seconds?, then flops over and goes, ‘You alright there?’ As if his sad little effort even registered on the Richter scale.'

Jane cackled, nearly spilling her cocktail as she hunched forward, her chin propped on her hands. 'Men are a joke. All grabby with zero skill, or they vanish after a half-decent snog. This prick last weekend claimed he was all about the romance, next thing, he's spamming me with dumbass pizza gifs instead of bothering with date night. What's the deal?'

Margo jumped in, her curls whipping as she bobbed her head in agreement, tone dripping with sarcasm. 'Tell me about it. My latest fling? Some Silicon Valley wannabe who paused mid-fuck to glance at his fitness tracker. Like, are you logging thrusts or what? Made me feel like I was acing a goddamn audit.'

The booth erupted in fresh hysterics, drawing a few amused glances from passersby, the air thick with their unfiltered camaraderie. Lois zeroed in on Daisy again, who was playing bartender by topping off everyone's glasses, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

'But for real, Daisy, five months? How have you not lost your mind? You're serving looks like that: hips that don't quit, smile that could melt steel. Dudes have to be lining up. What's your trick? Steel ovaries, or just holding out for a unicorn?'

Daisy laughed it off, rolling her eyes while smoothing her top over the gentle swell of her hips, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the softness beneath. 'No trick, just survival mode. Post-Liam, I hit pause on the drama. Guys just bring problems and I don’t have time for it anymore. Carlos? Reliable, no lies, hits the spot every time. Keeps it simple.'

Jane prodded her bicep, eyes alight with playful jabs. 'Simple, sure. But damn, with your body? That rack, those thighs? Bet you're dodging propositions like bullets. How do you even crash without a body next to you? Carlos moonlighting as a cuddle buddy now?'

Margo leaned closer, stage-whispering with wide eyes. 'For real. Half a year sans cock? That's not dry. it's the Sahara. You're built like temptation on legs; any bloke with a pulse would beg for it. Has there just been no one that’s even slightly peaked your interest?'

Lois grinned wolfishly, elbowing Daisy. 'I'd be racking up hookups like trophies. But you're all zen with your toy and self-care vibes. I mean, power to the woman, but seriously, don't you crave the raw stuff? The heat, the hold, a guy who can slam you against the wall and wipe your mind blank?'

Daisy coloured a bit, but met their gazes head-on, raising her glass in defiance. 'Crave? On occasion. Closest I came to caving was in that disco bar for Sarah’s birthday last month, made out with a guy but the second he grumbled ‘Fuck baby is your ass made of jam cause jelly don’t shake like that’ it was like any moisture he’d caused was gone in seconds.'

The group howled at Daisy’s impression, clinking drinks to 'cock famines and vibe kings,' their chatter bouncing off the walls in bold echoes. Over at the bar, just a few feet from the fray, Cassian's deep chuckle broke free, his solid frame vibrating with it as he nursed his beer. The girls' unvarnished roast session drifted right to them, raw and riveting, pulling him in like a magnet. Scott, mid-wipe of the counter, caught the vibe and shot him a crooked smirk, his laugh a sharp bark that blended with the din.

'Fuck me,' Scott drawled under his breath, tilting his head toward the booth without gawking. 'These chicks are savage. Chatting up dick droughts like it's small talk over brunch. Oh to be young again'.

Cassian snorted, his thick fingers drumming the glass as he shifted on the stool, biceps straining his shirt sleeves. He kept it hushed, leaning in so only Scott heard amid the bar's thrum. 'Tell me about it. Do you ever remember fumbling a girl that bad when you were college? Fucking a professor?!.'

Scott guffawed softly, slinging the rag over his shoulder while pouring a quick round for a regular, but his focus stayed locked. 'I mean I made some questionable choice but I don’t remember having a professor worth fucking. I definitely didn’t go five months without a proper shag! With tits and ass like hers? No chance I'd hold out. If I weren't locked down I'd be all over that, bend her over that booth, and quench that thirst myself. Give her the full ride, none of that two-pump chump shit.'

Cassian barked a laugh, low and rough, his gaze flicking to the booth where Daisy's voice rang out again, clear and teasing. He swigged his beer, the chill hitting his throat as a spark of heat stirred low in his gut.

'No way I'd pass on a go at that, may aswell go fucking celibate.'

Scott nodded, his grin turning feral as he eavesdropped on the girls' next round of barbs, wiping a stray drop from the bar. 'Bird like her, going solo that long? Reckon she’d have you eating out of her hand’

The girls' laughter faded into easy breaths, the booth a snug haven amid the bar's pulsing hum. Lois stretched her arms overhead, her tank top riding up to flash a sliver of skin, while Jane fiddled with her straw, eyes sparkling with leftover mischief. Margo's leg jiggled under the table, scanning the crowd, and Daisy leaned into the corner, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on her glass, content in the warm glow of their chatter.

That's when the group approached, five guys weaving through the throng from the pool area, shirts casual and sleeves rolled, carrying that laid-back swagger of a night in full swing. Leading was Chris, broad-shouldered with tousled dark hair and a smile that hit like a spark, his mates fanning out behind him like they were staking a claim. They zeroed in on the booth, no hesitation, their glances sweeping over the girls with open interest. Chris stopped just short of the table, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but commanding.

'Evening, ladies,' Chris started, his voice carrying that smooth, easy drawl, eyes crinkling at the corners. 'Couldn't help but notice the energy over here, looks like the best spot in the house. Mind if we join? I'm Chris, and this crew's Tom, Ryan, Alex, and Ben.'

He gestured back: Tom, built like a rugby player with a fresh fade and tattoos peeking from his collar; Ryan, shorter with a snapback and a perpetual smirk; Alex, all muscle and quiet intensity, arms crossed loosely; Ben, specs on, hanging back with a nod and a half-smile.

Lois perked up first, her grin wide and inviting as she pushed back from the table. 'Join? As long as you don't cramp the style too bad. Yeah, slide in.'

She stood fluidly, smoothing her top, and Jane followed suit, rising with a playful eye-roll but a welcoming tilt to her lips. Margo hopped up too, laughing as she stepped aside, giving the guys space to manoeuvre. Daisy shifted out last, unfolding her long legs from the booth and standing tall in her chunky white heels, the olive-green boob tube hugging her curves just right. The girls created a gap, and the guys didn't waste time, Chris moved first, easing into the end spot with a nod to Daisy, who slid back in beside him after the others shuffled. Tom claimed the space next to Lois, who plopped down on his other side once he was settled, their hips bumping in the tight fit. Ryan wedged in by Margo, who resumed her seat pressed against him, while Jane dropped back between Mike and Alex, the booth now a jumble of intertwined legs and shoulders. Ben squeezed in at the far end, opposite the cluster, the whole setup forcing everyone into close quarters: arms brushing, knees knocking, the air buzzing with fresh proximity.

Daisy ended up tucked at one end, Chris's solid frame right next to her, his elbow grazing hers as he adjusted. She caught his scent, faint cologne mixed with the bar's smoky edge, and offered a small smile, crossing her legs under the table where her jean-clad thigh met his briefly in the crush.

'Cheers for the room,' Chris said, settling in with a satisfied lean, his shoulder warm against Daisy's. 'So, what's the occasion? Girls' night out for something special, or just blowing off steam? Looks like you're plotting world domination or something.'

Lois leaned forward from Tom's side, her elbow on the table as she eyed the group with shameless delight, already warming to the intrusion. 'Just a standard girls' night, nothing fancy. Work week's been a drag, so here we are, talking shit about how tragic our lives are. You lot crashing for the full therapy session, or just a pit stop?'

Tom chuckled, his knee pressing Lois's under the table without apology, drawing a subtle arch from her. 'Long haul if you'll have us. Pool game's done, Ben botched the eight-ball, so we're refugees. Ryan here almost started a brawl over a foul, but we bailed before it escalated.'

Jane twisted toward Alex, her foot accidentally-on-purpose nudging Alex's calf as she spoke, voice laced with humour. 'Well welcome to bad bitches anonymous, I'm Jane, by the way, that's Margo next to Ryan, Lois by you, and Daisy's the one holding down the end with Chris.' She waved vaguely, her gaze flicking between Ben and Alex with easy flirtation.

Ryan grinned, turning slightly toward Margo, their thighs flush in the squeeze. 'Sounds like we’ll fit right in!'

Lois, ever the one to stir the pot, took a swig of her drink and set it down with a dramatic flourish, her eyes gleaming as she glanced at Daisy.

'Well we were just trying to convince Daisy here to finally end her dry spell. Girl's been holding out way too long, it's criminal.' She shot Daisy a wicked wink, ignoring the immediate flush creeping up her friend's neck.

Daisy froze mid-sip, her glass hovering as she shot Lois a wide-eyed glare, cheeks blooming pink under the bar lights.

'Lois! Jesus Christ shut up,' she hissed through a giggle. But the laugh bubbled out anyway, betraying her embarrassment as she ducked her head slightly.

The guys perked up instantly, curiosity lighting their faces like they'd struck gold. Chris turned toward Daisy, his arm brushing hers again, a teasing lilt in his voice. 'Dry spell? what's the story there?'

Lois barrelled on, undeterred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush that carried anyway, fuelled by the booze and the crowd's energy. 'Five months, lads. Five whole months without the good stuff. Daisy's sworn off real dick for her trusty dildo, calls it Carlos, we're just trying to talk some sense into her, get her back in the game tonight. Imagine, a girl like her going that long?'

Daisy's blush deepened to a full crimson, her hand flying to cover her face as she let out a mortified squeak, peeking through her fingers at the booth. 'Lois, I swear to God, you're the worst!'

But her protest dissolved into another reluctant giggle, her shoulders shaking as she elbowed Chris lightly in her fluster, the contact sending a spark through the tight space.

Ryan barked a laugh, his hand squeezing Margo's knee under the table in shared amusement. 'Five months? Bloody hell, Dais!'

Jane jumped in, her foot still tangled with Alex's, eyes dancing. 'Exactly. Five months is a drought, babe, time to flood the gates.'

Mike shook his head, smirking at Daisy across the table. 'No way. A girl as good-looking as you? What's the deal, bad breakup or just picky?'

Chris, closest to the action, tilted his head toward Daisy, his knee now resting against hers in the booth's press, voice warm with cheeky charm. 'You don't strike me as the type to go without. What's got you so gun-shy? Ex screw you over, or are you waiting for the right idiot to break the streak?' He flashed her a grin, light but probing, his shoulder nudging hers encouragingly.

Daisy lowered her hand, still flushed but meeting their eyes with a mix of defiance and humour, her giggle fading into a wry smile as she shrugged.

'For fucks sake okay, my ex was a cheating asshole, but I’m just done with guys. Too much messy drama. Carlos doesn't cheat or talk back, so yeah, unhealthy or not, he's reliable. I'm just... selective.' She rolled her eyes at Lois, who was cackling now, but the banter pulled her in, her body relaxing against Chris's side.

The booth erupted in overlapping laughs and jabs, the air thick with flirtatious energy, bodies shifting closer in the mingle as the teasing flowed, Daisy's embarrassment morphing into the night's electric pulse.

The booth thrummed with overlapping voices and laughter, the teasing about Daisy's dry spell hanging thick in the air like a shared secret. Daisy's face burned bright red, the flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, making her olive skin glow under the dim bar lights. She let out a choked chuckle, her hand pressing to her mouth as she shook her head, eyes wide with mock horror at Lois.

'I hate you so much right now,' she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement, the words tumbling out in a rush. 'You're killing me, I'm going to get a drink before you spill my entire life story.'

She pushed herself up from the booth, her thigh brushing Chris's one last time in the tight squeeze, standing tall on those chunky white heels that clicked against the sticky floor as she smoothed her boob tube self-consciously.

Lois threw her head back in a full-bellied laugh, reaching out to swat Daisy's arm playfully as she turned away.  'Love you too, babe!' Her shout carried over the din, drawing a few more chuckles from the group, the lads' eyes tracking Daisy's retreat with varying degrees of interest.

Chris didn't even try to hide it. As Daisy wove through the crowd, her ripped jeans hugging the sway of her hips, he leaned back in the booth, gaze locked shamelessly on her ass. The way the denim clung just right, accentuating the curve with each step, had him exhaling a deep, appreciative breath, his chest rising and falling like he'd just run a sprint. He dragged his eyes up only when she was out of sight, turning to Lois with a crooked grin, his voice low and laced with hunger.

'Is that true? Five months? Fuck me, I'll be on my knees at the end of the night begging just for a chance.'

Lois's grin widened, predatory and conspiratorial, as she leaned across Tom to meet Chris's eyes, her elbow knocking a glass lightly. 'Oh, it's true, girl's been in lockdown since her ex pulled some bullshit. But don't worry. A good-looking lad like you? You could have her wrapped around your finger easy. I'll put in a good word; help you get in solid with her. Just play it cool, she's picky, but that smile of yours might do the trick.' She winked, her tone all mischief, while Tom snorted beside her, raising his pint in mock toast.

Meanwhile, Daisy reached the bar, the polished wood counter sticky under her palms as she leaned in, not too far from where Cassian nursed his beer. The spot was prime, close enough to catch the bartender's eye without shouting, the hum of orders and clinking glasses wrapping around her like a familiar blanket. She pulled out her phone first, scrolling through a group chat notification from work, her thumb flicking absently, oblivious to the world for a beat. That's when Cassian noticed her again, his gaze sliding over from his spot a few stools down. The way her boob tube dipped just low enough to tease the swell of her breasts, the ripped jeans moulding to her thighs, he took it in slow, appreciating the lines of her body without a word, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Scott, behind the bar with his sleeves rolled up and a towel slung over his shoulder, clocked her approach and straightened, his usual customer charm dialling up a notch. He wiped down a spot near her, leaning in closer than necessary, his eyes crinkling with that easy flirtation.

'Back so soon, gorgeous? What'll it be?'

Daisy glanced up from her phone, pocketing it with a grin, her flush from the booth still lingering but fading into a playful spark.

'Hey. Yeah, a gin and tonic, and uh, a round of eleven shots. Something strong. I need it.'

She propped an elbow on the bar, her hip cocking out as she met his gaze, the flirtation light but reciprocal, her full lips curving in a teasing smile.

Scott chuckled, grabbing glasses with practiced ease, pouring the tequila in steady streams that filled the air with a sharp, citrus bite. 'Strong? Coming up, Tequila good?' He slid the gin toward her first, ice clinking, then lined up the shots, his fingers brushing hers accidentally-on-purpose as he pushed the tray over.

She laughed, the sound bright and unfiltered, picking up one shot immediately and downing it in one go, the burn hitting her throat like liquid fire. She winced, setting the glass down with a gasp.

Scott mirrored her lean, his voice dropping conspiratorially as he nodded toward Cassian, who was watching the exchange with quiet interest. 'If you're looking to ditch the chaos over there, my buddy’s after a quiet night. Sure he wouldn't mind the company, hell, he'd probably appreciate the break from all the noise.' He jerked his chin at his friend, a knowing glint in his eye, pouring one last shot with a flourish.

Daisy turned her head, finally clocking Cassian properly this time, her gaze locking on his broad frame and that rugged jawline shadowed with stubble. He raised his beer bottle in a casual salute, the glass catching the light as he smiled, slow, inviting, the kind that promised trouble without demanding it.

'A pretty girl like you? Always welcome to join.' His voice cut through the bar's murmur, deep and steady, laced with that cheeky edge.

She giggled, the sound bubbling up genuine and warm, her grin widening as she tilted her head, firing back without missing a beat. 'Oh really? Because it looked like you've been turning down the company of plenty of ladies tonight. Playing hard to get, or just not in the mood?'

Cassian grinned wider, setting his bottle down with a soft thunk, his eyes holding hers steady, appreciating the spark in her retort. 'Well, none of them have looked like you have they? Makes a man rethink his plans.' He leaned forward slightly on his stool, elbows on the bar, the muscles in his forearms flexing under the rolled sleeves.

Daisy chuckled again, shaking her head as she reached for her wallet, sliding cash across the counter to Scott.

‘Well, aren't you just a charmer, I'll keep the offer in mind.' She winked at Cassian, quick and playful, her lashes fluttering as she gathered the tray, gin in one hand, shots balanced carefully, the liquid sloshing just a touch as she straightened.

She flashed him a last smile before turning, heels clicking as she navigated back through the crowd, tray held high to avoid spills, her hips swaying with that effortless confidence. The booth came into view, the laughter spilling out like an invitation.

As soon as she was out of earshot, weaving away, Scott turned to Cassian with a low chuckle, wiping his hands on the towel. 'Quiet night, my ass'

Cassian grinned, unrepentant, taking a slow pull from his beer before setting it down, his gaze lingering on the spot where Daisy had disappeared.

'Yeah, yeah, I was full of shit, but can you blame me? Ass like that could have me weeping.' He shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes, the bar's pulse matching the quicken in his chest.

By the time she returned, the booth had shifted into a fuller, more chaotic huddle, the lads fully integrated, Tom chatting animatedly with Lois about some football match, Jane quizzing Alex on his favourite bands, and Ryan murmuring something to Margo that had her smiling. Chris was in the middle of a story, gesturing wildly, but he paused as Daisy approached, sliding over to make room for her.

'Here we go,' Daisy announced, setting the tray down with a clatter that drew all eyes. She distributed the small glasses first, sliding one to each person with a nod. 'Tequila, because apparently Lois isn’t going to allow me to get through this night without my dignity. Salt and limes are there; don't say I never buy you anything.'

Cheers went up around the booth, glasses clinking haphazardly as everyone grabbed their shots. Lois licked her hand dramatically, sprinkling salt and downing hers in one go, grimacing before biting into the lime. 'To droughts ending!' she toasted with a wink at Daisy, who rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small laugh as she took her own shot, the burn sliding down her throat like liquid fire.

Tom raised his glass before sipping, his voice booming. 'Cheers to that!'

Jane licked salt off her hand and knocked back her shot, coughing lightly. 'To good company.'

Alex, more methodical, salted his wrist properly and tossed his back, his face twisting in that universal post-tequila scowl. 'Solid choice, Daisy. Thanks for the round, I’ll either get the next round or help you find someone to retire Carlos tonight.'

Margo, who'd been nursing her shot a bit slower, set her glass down and glanced at Daisy, noting the way her friend was still fidgeting with her lime wedge, the earlier embarrassment lingering like a shadow. She cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the chatter with that big-sister protectiveness she always had for Daisy.

'Alright, enough about scandals and droughts, you vultures. Leave Daisy alone, she's allowed her mysteries. We've all got our baggage, right?' She shot a pointed look around the table, especially at Lois, who pouted but nodded.

Lois raised her hands in surrender, still buzzing from the tequila. 'Fine, fine! Message received. No more prying into Daisy's... personal affairs.' She air-quoted the last bit, earning a groan from Jane.

'Good call,' Margo continued, leaning forward to steer the energy elsewhere, her hands gesturing animatedly as she launched into her story. 'Besides I need help with what the fuck I’m going to tell my mum about why I failed my midterm with the absolute disaster I pulled off this week. So, I'm in marketing, right? Second year, and we've got this midterm on consumer behaviour, super important, supposed to cover all the psych stuff behind why people buy crap they don't need. I studied for like, two months, flashcards everywhere, the works.'

Chris leaned in, intrigued, his shot glass empty on the table. 'Sounds intense. What happened, choked on the exam?'

Margo shook her head, her eyes widening for effect as she built the tale. 'Worse. Way worse. The night before, I'm wiped out from cramming, so I think, 'Self, you deserve a break.' Queue up Grey's Anatomy on Netflix, haven't watched in ages, right? One episode turns into three, then suddenly it's McDreamy and all the drama, and I'm hooked. 'Just one more,' I say. Next thing I know, it's 4 a.m., I've binged six episodes, and I'm ugly-crying over Izzie's cancer arc like a total mess.'

The group burst into laughter, Tom shaking his head and grinning. 'My sister's the same, starts with one episode, ends up missing work.'

Jane nodded enthusiastically, grabbing a lime and sucking on it absentmindedly. 'Oh my god, I get it. I did that with The Office last semester, watched the whole thing in a weekend and bombed a quiz. Who's your fave? I'm team McSteamy all the way.'

Margo grinned, warming to the response. 'McDreamy for the win, but don't get me started. Anyway, I crash hard after that binge, phone on silent, missed my alarm. Wake up at noon the next day, exam started at 9! Professor's emailing me like, 'Where are you?' and I'm scrambling, hair a bird's nest, throwing on clothes like a lunatic. Showed up 45 minutes late, and get this, they wouldn't let me in. Policy or whatever. Had to beg for a makeup, and now I'm on academic probation scare.'

Alex chuckled, pushing his glasses up. 'Brutal. I'm in engineering, pull that, and you're sunk.'

Ryan tilted his head, smiling at Margo. 'Sounds rough, but kinda funny. Did you at least finish the season?'

'Ha, barely,' Margo admitted, her laughter light and self-deprecating. 'Swore off Netflix for a month after. But seriously, if anyone's got tips on how I can avoid being slaughtered by my parents, hit me up. Daisy's the smart one here, law student, She probably never pulls stunts like that.'

Daisy, finally relaxing a fraction as the focus shifted, took another sip from her water glass to chase the tequila. 'Guilty as charged. I colour-coded my schedule like a psycho. But even I nod off sometimes, torts readings are brutal.'

Lois jumped in, her energy still high but redirected. ‘I don’t understand how you have your shit so together! I skipped a psych lecture once to nap and dreamed about Freud the whole time. Woke up confused as hell.'

The banter rolled on, stories bouncing back and forth, Tom confessing to oversleeping a gym session after a late-night gaming binge, Jane sharing how she once mixed up her lit essay with fanfic notes, and Chris piping up about a failed group project in his business class where everyone ghosted the chat. The shots had loosened tongues just enough without tipping into full drunkenness, the booth filling with easy camaraderie, the earlier awkwardness fading into the background like the bar's ambient hum.

The laughter from Margo's midterm fiasco still echoed around the booth, the group's energy buzzing like the low hum of the bar's neon signs. The tray of empty shot glasses sat in the centre like a battlefield casualty, limes scattered haphazardly amid peanut shells and crumpled napkins.

Daisy settled back into her seat, the tequila warming her from the inside out, easing the last remnants of her earlier embarrassment. She crossed her legs under the table, her knee brushing accidentally against Chris's as he shifted closer, but she didn't pull away. The booth felt even more crowded now, bodies leaning in, voices overlapping in that easy rhythm of new friends testing the waters.

Lois, ever the spark plug, wiped a tear of laughter from her eye and nudged Tom with her elbow. 'That’s got nothing on the chaos we pull in psych class. Last week, our prof made us role-play Freudian slips, and I accidentally called him "daddy" in front of the whole lecture hall. Nearly died.'

Tom barked a laugh, his arm slung casually around Lois's shoulders now, pulling her in as she leaned against him. 'Fuck off no you didn’t! New low calling a professor Daddy.'

The table erupted again, Chris’ voice rumbling through his chest next to Daisy. 'Alex, tell the girls about how you went for the naked mile last week'

Alex set his pint down, his cheeks colouring just a touch under the booth's warm light, but he played it cool, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a wry smile. He glanced around the group, gauging the vibe, then leaned forward, elbows on the table.

'Fair enough, since we're all airing our dirty laundry. Dorm party at my mate's place last week, third floor of the old halls, music blasting, red cups everywhere. I'm chatting up this girl, Lisa or something, cute, curly hair, studying art. We hit it off over some indie band, end up sneaking off to the bathroom for a bit of privacy. You know how it is, things escalate, clothes start coming off, and I'm thinking, 'Jackpot, this night's turning around.''

Ryan snorted into his drink, leaning back with his arm draped over the booth behind Margo, who was watching Alex with wide-eyed amusement. 'Full details man! Paint the picture for them!'

Alex rolled his eyes but kept going, his voice dropping into that conspiratorial tone that pulled everyone in. 'Alright, alright. We're in the loo, door locked, her skirt hiked up, my hands on her hips, and she's got my shirt half-unbuttoned. Kissing gets heavy, she's moaning a bit, and I'm like, 'This is happening.' Just about to slide in and then, bam, the door rattles like someone's trying to break it down. Turns out, her rugby player boyfriend shows up unannounced. Massive lad, built like a brick wall, veins popping in his neck. She'd "forgotten" to mention him. Apparently, they were on a break, but not that kind of break.'

The booth exploded with hoots and groans, Lois throwing her head back in delight. 'No! A rugby boyfriend?. What'd you do?! play dead?'

Chris chuckled low, his eyes flicking to Daisy as he casually stretched his arm along the back of the booth, letting his fingers dangle just inches from her shoulder. He thought he was being smooth, subtle, like it was just a natural move in the cramped space, but Daisy caught the warmth of his skin radiating toward her, a little thrill zipping down her spine. She didn't move away, instead tilting her head slightly to listen to Alex, her lips curving into a smirk.

Alex held up his hands in mock defence, grinning through the teasing. 'Mate, I froze. She's scrambling to fix her top, whispering 'He's not supposed to be here!' and I'm zipping up, heart pounding like a drum. The guy's bellowing her name, pounding the door, wood's splintering, I swear. No time for heroics, so I spot the window. Second floor, not too bad, right? I crack it open, she's hissing at me to go, and I leg it, climb out onto the fire escape like some bad rom-com. Land on my arse two stories down, shirt untucked, one shoe missing. Rugby lad bursts in just as I'm dropping, and I hear him roaring like a bull.'

Jane was doubled over, clutching her sides. 'You climbed out a window? For real? That's next-level panic. Did he chase you?'

'Worse,' Alex said, shaking his head with a laugh that had the whole table in stitches. 'I sprint across the quad, barefoot on the grass, trying to hold my jeans up, dodging drunk freshers. Get back to my dorm, lock the door, and spend the night scrolling her Insta like a stalker, piecing together the boyfriend saga. Turns out, he's the captain of the team, proper beast. Mate, I aged ten years that night.'

Tom slapped Alex on the back, nearly spilling his beer. 'Legendary escape, though. Window climb? You're my hero. But seriously, how'd you not check for a boyfriend? Rookie move.'

'Hey, she was the one forgetting details!' Alex shot back, pointing at an imaginary culprit. 'Lesson learned, no more dorm bathrooms. Next time, I'm sticking to the kitchen.'

Margo wiped her eyes, still giggling as she nudged Ryan. 'See? That's why I stick to Netflix disasters over real-life ones.'

Daisy laughed softly, the sound drawing Chris's gaze back to her. His arm stayed put behind her, fingers now lightly brushing the top of her bare shoulder as if testing the waters. 'Gotta say, Alex, that's ballsy,' she chimed in, her voice light but engaged. 'I'd have just hidden in the shower curtain. Less falling involved.'

Alex nodded at her appreciatively. 'Smart plan, Daisy. Next time, I'm taking notes from you. Though, with your law brain, you'd probably sue the boyfriend for assault on the door.'

Chris jumped in, his tone easy but with that underlying flirt. 'Or negotiate a truce. 'Sir, this is a misunderstanding, I'm just the plumber fixing the sink.''' He mimed a wrench, earning a fresh round of chuckles, his eyes locking on Daisy's for a beat longer than necessary.

Jane raised her glass, now refilled with whatever pint she'd snagged from the tray. 'To Alex and his window of wisdom. May we all dodge rugby players and bad hookups.'

Glasses clinked around the table, the banter flowing seamlessly into the next thread, the air thick with that electric mix of stories and sidelong glances. Daisy felt Chris's presence more acutely now, his arm a subtle anchor, the group's laughter wrapping around them like an invitation to whatever came next.

The group's laughter from Alex's window-escape tale tapered off into a comfortable hum of overlapping chatter, the booth vibrating with the energy of shared stories. Lois was perched on Tom's lap now, her arm looped around his neck as she grilled him about his worst engineering fail, her voice carrying over the din.

'Come on, Tom, you can't tell me you've never blown up a lab or something. Spill!'

Jane leaned into Alex, her elbow nudging his as she teased, 'Yeah, and don't think you're off the hook for that shoe-less sprint, did you ever get it back?'

Margo and Ryan were in their own bubble, heads close as she recounted her Grey's Anatomy binge with exaggerated hand gestures, Ryan nodding along with that shy grin, his knee bumping hers under the table.

Daisy sipped her gin, the ice clinking softly against the glass, her body still buzzing from the tequila shots. The alcohol had softened the edges of the night, making everything feel a little warmer, a little closer. Chris's arm remained draped along the back of the booth, his fingers now idly tracing the seam of the worn vinyl just behind her shoulder, close enough that she could feel the heat from his skin, but not quite touching. He shifted slightly, angling his body toward her, his voice dropping to a lower register that cut through the group's noise like it was meant only for her ears.

'You know,' Chris started, his eyes locking onto hers with that easy confidence, a smirk pulling at his lips, 'I'm trying to keep it chill here, but damn, you're making it hard. Sitting there laughing at these dumb ass stories, got me wondering what you look like when you're enjoying… other things.'

Daisy felt a flicker of amusement bubble up, her lips curving into a soft chuckle as she set her glass down. She met his gaze steadily, noting how his eyes dipped briefly to her mouth before snapping back up, classic move, the kind she'd seen a hundred times. He was holding the eye contact now, like he was daring her to look away first.

A few months ago, that look alone would have melted her, turned her into putty right there in the booth. Chris was good-looking, no denying it, slightly taller than her, lean in that effortless way that suggested he hit the gym but didn't live there, his tousled hair falling just right over his forehead. She should be leaning in, her hand on his thigh, plotting how to drag him out the door and into a cab. But she wasn't. This was the same old script: the smile, the compliment, the assumption that a drink and a wink would have her spreading her legs.

It bored her now, this predictable routine from guys like him, the ones who thought charm was a shortcut to her bed. She craved more, someone who ignited her, made her laugh until her sides hurt and her skin tingled like it was on fire, even if it was just for one reckless night. Still, she played along, because deep down, she knew the pickings were slim. If she didn't settle for this, she might as well join a convent and dust off Carlos for good.

'Is that so?' she replied lightly, her tone teasing as she tilted her head just a fraction, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. 'What, the mess of my friends lives aren't entertaining enough for you?'

He chuckled, a low sound that didn't carry far, leaning in a bit so his shoulder nearly brushed hers. The scent of his cologne, clean and woodsy, mixed with the bar's haze of spilled beer and fried food.

'They're alright, but you’re the one that’s got me intrigued. That smile of yours? It's got me distracted. Makes me think about what it'd be like if we ditched the crowd for a minute, just to chat somewhere quieter.' His eyes flicked to her lips for a split second before returning to hers, the hint of suggestion hanging there, subtle but clear, he wasn't talking about deep conversations.

She let out a soft laugh, shifting in her seat so her knee accidentally grazed his under the table, pulling back just as quick.

'Distracted already? We've barely finished the shots; pretty sure it’s your round next as well’

Internally, she weighed it: his touch was warm, promising, but it lacked that edge, that spark to make her chase it. Five months without anything real had her restless, but settling for average felt like a step backward, like disappointing herself. Still, she kept her responses light, letting the banter simmer without boiling over.

Chris's fingers inched closer along the booth back, now lightly brushing the edge of her shoulder without committing to more. He held her gaze, his smirk softening into something almost genuine.

'Hey, I can make it work. Grab another drink, step outside for some air, see where it goes. You look like you could use a little escape from all this noise.' The words were casual, but the way his eyes lingered suggested he had ideas beyond fresh air, like pulling her close in the shadows, hands exploring slowly until she gave in.

Daisy glanced down at her glass, her smile playing as she took another sip, buying time. 'Escape sounds nice in theory, but I'm comfy quite here. Besides, what makes you think I'd want to sneak off with you?' She raised an eyebrow, her voice playful, challenging him without shutting it down.

Across the table, Lois's laughter erupted again, something about Tom's microwave disaster, and it pulled her attention for a beat, giving her space to breathe in the moment. He didn't push right away, instead letting his fingers settle into a gentle trace along her shoulder, light as a feather, testing her reaction.

'Call it a hunch. I promise it’d be worth your time.' His tone was easy, not forceful, but the touch lingered, warm against her skin, hinting at how his hands might feel gripping her waist later, drawing her in inch by inch.

She felt the shiver from his touch but played it off with a shrug, turning slightly toward him. 'And what's your big plan to convince me?'

Chris grinned, his thumb now making a slow circle on her shoulder, deliberate but not aggressive. 'Plan? Start simple, buy you that next drink, keep talking till you’re leaning into me a little. Then, who knows? Could end up showing you a better time than this booth, somewhere quieter.'  He leaned in a fraction more, his voice dropping. 'Bet you'd like that, getting away from the chaos, just us… all alone.'

The insinuation was there, wrapped in casual charm: imagining her pressed against him, breaths mingling, building to more without the rush.

Daisy hummed thoughtfully, her knee brushing his again under the table, this time lingering a second longer before she pulled away.

'All alone, huh? You're full of ideas tonight. But I'm not that easy to sway, tell me more about this 'better time.'' She kept her eyes on his, the flirtation a slow dance, her internal caution holding her back even as the alcohol whispered to let go just a little.

He paused, his touch pausing too, as if savouring the back-and-forth. 'Alright, picture this: we slip out back, fresh air hits, and I get to hear more about you without yelling over the music. No pressure, just... getting nice and close one on one, I could show you what you’ve been missing out on for the last five months.' His eyes searched hers, the shameless edge creeping in slowly, promising he'd take his time if she let him, kissing her neck, hands sliding under clothes gradually, until she was begging for faster.

She chuckled softly, glancing toward the group where Jane was now debating dorm pranks with Alex, before meeting his gaze again.

'One-on-one sounds intriguing, but I'm sticking put for now. Keep trying, though, it's entertaining.' It was a tease, keeping the door cracked, the tension coiling tighter without snapping, her mind racing with the what-ifs but not ready to act on them yet.

Chris and Ben had escaped the booth briefly to grab refills and yet another round of shots. Lois snatched one first, slamming it into Tom's fist before grabbing hers.

'Fuck yeah! To bombing exams and shitty exes!'

Everyone raised their glasses in a chaotic clash, beer sloshing everywhere, laughs exploding as they knocked them back. Daisy threw hers down, the tequila hitting like fire, mixing with the gin in her veins and turning the edges of everything soft and fuzzy. She licked salt from her lips, the warmth spreading through her limbs, making her lean back against the booth with a sigh. The booth felt packed tighter now, bodies shifting closer as the buzz kicked in harder.

Chris's fingers were still dancing along her arm, light but steady, like he wasn't about to let go. He took his shot without breaking eye contact, then nudged her beer closer. 'Told you I’d get you one’ His voice was low, that easy smirk pulling at his mouth, eyes scanning her face like he was waiting for the green light.

Daisy chuckled, the sound lighter than before, her knee bumping his under the table and staying there.

'Yeah, you want a medal. You're not half bad at this whole buying-drinks thing.' She grinned cheekily.

Inside, the booze was working overtime: What's the big deal? He's hot enough, all worked up. Five months of blue balls, well, the female version anyway. Carlos is getting old. Just bang him, get it out of the system. Even if it's not mind-blowing, it's dick. Real dick. 

The thought made her stomach twist in a good way, her thigh pressing firmer against his, chasing that low spark. The table was alive with noise, stories flying back and forth. Jane waved her bottle around, nearly spilling it.

'Okay, but seriously, that bio lab? I'm elbow-deep in this frog, right? And the TA's like, 'Be gentle, it's not a steak.' I almost lost it. Alex, your lab fuck-up sounds way less gross.'

Alex barked a laugh, arm slung loose around her. 'Less gross? My circuit board went up in flames, smoke everywhere. Prof thought we were grilling. Tom, tell 'em it was your wiring.'

Tom rolled his eyes, Lois giggling as she wiggled on his lap. 'Bullshit. Blame the cheap-ass parts. Not my fault.'

Daisy glanced across the booth, catching Margo and Ryan in their own bubble. They were leaning in super close now, heads almost touching, Margo's hands planted on his chest, fingers splayed out as she grinned up at him all teasing-like, her body angled toward his like the rest of the world didn't exist. Ryan's hand was on her knee, thumb rubbing slow circles, his face lit up with that shy-but-not-really smile. Daisy watched, a grin tugging at her own lips as Margo leaned in closer, her grin turning playful, and then, bam. they were kissing. Not a quick peck, but full-on, her hands sliding up to his neck, his pulling her in by the waist. Daisy couldn't help but smile wider, the sight kinda hot in the hazy bar light, making her own buzz feel electric.

The group caught on quick. Lois let out a whoop. 'Holy shit, Margo! Go off!'

Margo just laughed, breathless, staying close to Ryan, her arm looped around his shoulders. 'What? Can't a girl have fun?'

Ryan shrugged, smirking as he tucked a strand of her hair back. 'She's fun. Deal with it.'

The booth erupted in cheers and jabs, Lois leaning over for a fist bump with Margo. 'About damn time. This place was getting too tame.'

Chris had been watching too, his hand pausing on Daisy's arm. He let out a low whistle, eyes flicking back to her with that cheeky glint. 'Damn, man's got the right idea. What d'you say, Dais? Up for some tongue action?'

It came out half-joking, his laugh following quick, but his gaze held hers steady, the question hanging heavy under the tease, like he was testing the waters for real.

Daisy felt heat rush to her face, but the alcohol made it easy to play along, her grin matching his as she nudged his side. 'Smooth, Chris. Real smooth.'

But inside, it hit different: Tongue action? Yeah, why not? He's pushing, and I'm... considering. End the dry spell, feel something. His mouth on mine, then lower…fuck, maybe. She took a pull from her glass, the fizz sharp on her tongue, her hand brushing his thigh now, light but there. 'You always this forward after a few shots?'

He leaned in, voice dropping. 'Only when it's worth it. And you? That grin says you're thinking about it.' His fingers squeezed her waist gently, pulling her a fraction closer, the booth's chaos fading around them.

The laughs rolled again, but Daisy's focus stayed on Chris, her pulse picking up as she met his eyes. Shit, maybe I am up for it. Just tonight. Scratch it, forget it. She bit her lip, voice teasing back.

'Might need a bit more convincing' The words slipped out bolder than she planned, the buzz erasing the last of her hesitation, the night stretching out full of heat and what-ifs.

Daisy's grin hadn't faded since Margo and Ryan locked lips, and she caught glimpses of them out of the corner of her eye, things escalating quick. Margo's hand was still on Ryan's neck, but now her fingers were threading through his hair, tugging lightly as she shifted even closer, her thigh pressed fully against his. Ryan's arm had snaked around her waist, pulling her in tight, his other hand sliding up her arm in slow, deliberate strokes. They weren't full-on groping, but the way his thumb grazed the side of her breast accidentally-on-purpose made Daisy's cheeks heat up a notch.

Margo let out a soft laugh against his mouth when they broke for air, her lips brushing his jaw as she whispered something that made him chuckle low, his grip tightening like he couldn't get enough.

Lois, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a wicked smirk, her elbow knocking into Tom's side. 'Oi, you two, save some for the bedroom, yeah? Or is this the foreplay special?'

Ryan pulled back just enough to flash a sheepish grin, but his hand stayed firm on Margo's hip, thumb circling the denim of her jeans. He smirked at Margo, who batted her lashes dramatically, her fingers now tracing lazy patterns on his chest, dipping lower toward his belt buckle.

'I'm innocent. He's the one who can't keep his paws off.' She wiggled against him, drawing a few whistles from the guys.

Daisy watched it all unfold, her own buzz humming steady, Chris's arm still slung casual around her shoulders, his fingers toying with the strap of her top. It was cute, the way Ryan's usual quiet vibe cracked under Margo's teasing, his face flushing but his hands getting braver, sliding down to squeeze her thigh now, pulling her half onto his lap. Margo didn't resist; if anything, she leaned into it, her mouth finding his ear for a quick nip that made him groan softly, audible over the bar's hum.

The flirting ramped up, Margo's laughs turning breathier as Ryan's hand ventured higher, brushing the hem of her shirt. 'You know,' she said loud enough for the table, her voice playful but edged with heat, 'this booth's getting a bit... crowded for what I have in mind.'

Ryan's eyes darkened, and he hesitated for a beat, glancing around like he was weighing his words. Then, with a deep breath, he leaned in close. 'Fuck it. Wanna get out of here? My place is just a cab ride away, no roommates, promise.' His voice was low, but the booth was small enough that everyone caught the gist, heads turning with smirks.

Margo's eyes lit up, and she didn't miss a beat, pressing a quick, firm kiss to his lips before nodding. 'Hell yeah. Lead the way.'

She slid out of the booth first, smoothing her shirt but not bothering to fix the way it rode up, revealing a sliver of skin. Ryan followed, standing a bit wobbly from the drinks, his hand immediately finding the small of her back as they grabbed their jackets from the hook.

The girls lost it instantly. Lois jumped up halfway, fist-pumping the air. 'Yas, Margo! Go get that dick!'

Jane laughed, clapping her hands. 'Text us details later!.'

Daisy joined in, her grin wide and genuine, the alcohol making her bold. ‘I would say don’t do anything I wouldn’t but… well you know! Have fun!'

Margo shot them a wink over her shoulder; her arm linked with Ryan's as they edged toward the door. 'Oh, we will. Night, losers, don't wait up.'

The guys weren't far behind in the ribbing, their comments cruder but all in good fun. Chris let out a bark of laughter, his free hand raised in a mock salute. 'Ryan, don't fuck it up! And don’t forget to wrap it.'

Ryan flipped him off with a laugh, his cheeks red but his arm tight around Margo as they pushed through the crowd toward the exit. 'Piss off!'

Margo blew a kiss to the table, her free hand waving dramatically. The door swung shut behind them, the bar's noise swallowing their exit, leaving a ripple of cheers and groans in the booth.

With Margo and Ryan gone, the booth felt a touch roomier, bodies shifting to fill the space. Lois scooted closer to Tom, her legs draped over his, while Jane and Alex leaned into each other, sharing a quiet laugh over their drinks. The group spread out a bit, elbows finding more room on the sticky table, but Chris didn't budge an inch.

His arm stayed draped around Daisy's shoulders, pulling her snug against his side, his thumb now tracing idle circles on her bare arm. The warmth of him seeped through her shirt, steady and inviting, making her pulse tick up as the night's energy settled into something more intimate.

Daisy glanced up at him, catching that same cheeky glint in his eye, the one that said he wasn't done pushing.

'Well, that was something,' she said, her voice light, taking a sip of her watered-down gin to steady herself.

Inside, the scene with Margo and Ryan lingered, hot, spontaneous, exactly what her dry spell was screaming for. They just went for it. No overthinking. Maybe I should...

Chris nodded, his breath warm near her ear as he leaned in. 'Yeah, giving you any ideas?.' He squeezed her shoulder gently, his other hand dropping to rest on her knee under the table, casual but loaded. ‘Night's young. Don’t need to stick around much longer if you wanna head out'

Lois, catching the vibe, smirked from across the way. 'To hookups and bad decisions. Who's buying the next round?'

The banter kicked back up, lighter now without the couple's heat, but Daisy's focus narrowed on Chris, his touch sparking that low hum of want, the booth's new space feeling anything but empty.

The alcohol thrummed through Daisy's bloodstream, a warm, insistent haze that dulled the edges of her caution and amplified every spark of desire. Screw it, she decided, her resolve hardening like a shot of whiskey. Chris was right there, hot in that effortless way, with his messy dark hair and that grin that screamed trouble and the night had her feeling reckless.

Five months of nothing but her hand and that stupid toy? No more. She wanted skin, heat, something real to chase away the loneliness gnawing at her edges. She shifted closer, her body angling into his space, holding his gaze with a steady, challenging stare that made his eyes light up.

His fingers kept up their lazy dance on her bare arm, tracing invisible lines that raised goosebumps despite the bar's stuffy warmth. Daisy laughed at his latest dumb joke, something about the DJ's playlist being stuck in the '90s, and it came out breathy, genuine, her hand brushing his knee under the table as she leaned in.

'You're such an idiot,' she teased, but her voice had that flirty lilt, her glossed lips curving into a smile that invited more.

Chris's thumb grazed higher, toward her shoulder, his voice dropping to that husky murmur. 'Am I wrong?!' He grinned, and Daisy felt a rush low in her belly, her retort ready on her tongue.

'Still an idiot,' she shot back, but she didn't move away, her fingers lingering on his thigh a second too long, squeezing lightly.

The booth buzzed around them, Lois cackling at Tom's story, Jane and Alex trading jabs, but it all faded as Chris pulled her tighter, his arm a solid weight behind her.

Then Jane piped up, waving her phone like a flag. 'Okay, seriously, group pic time! Don't wanna go forgetting the night Margo pulled before all of us!.' She scooted in, her energy pulling everyone along. 'Come on, bunch up. No goofy faces.'

Chris chuckled, his hold on Daisy loosening just enough to grab his phone. 'Yeah, fine. Let's do it.'

But Daisy saw the way his eyes flicked to her, possessive, like this was his trophy shot. They all crammed together, Lois half on Tom's lap, Jane throwing an arm around Alex, flashes popping as Chris snapped away. 'Got it. Looking good.'

He wasn't satisfied, though.

'Alright, one more, just you and me,' he said to Daisy, angling the phone with a smirk, his free arm snaking back around her waist to tug her close. Their faces inches apart, her cheek brushing his, the scent of his cologne mixing with the bar's smoky air.

Jane leaned over the table, craning her neck. 'Hey, send me the group one too? My battery's dying, and I need it for the 'gram.' She held out her hand expectantly, batting her lashes in that over-the-top way she did when she wanted something.

Chris glanced her way, phone still raised but his attention splitting. 'Uh, yeah, sure. What's your number?.' He lowered the phone a fraction, thumbing open his contacts as Jane rattled off her digits, her voice cutting through the noise. '555-0123. How the fuck did I just reel that off?! I’m like 8 Cosmo’s deep!.'

Daisy stayed put, her body still pressed to his side, but she felt the shift, the moment stretching as Chris’ focus was elsewhere, muttering under his breath. 'Yeah and I’m like 7 pints in you’re gonna have to write that down for me' He huffed

In that suspended beat, with his eyes glued to the screen and his body angled away, a ping sliced through, a notification banner sliding down bold and unmissable. Daisy's gaze dropped instinctively, and there it was: 

Marnie❤️: What time you coming home baby? i miss you xx. 

The words slammed into her like a gut punch, the world tilting. Her heart stuttered, then plummeted. 

Girlfriend. He has a fucking girlfriend. 

The flirtation, the touches, the promises, it all curdled into something ugly, a betrayal that stung deeper than it should. She wasn't even invested, not really. But the lie, the casual deceit, it made her blood boil instantly. He was playing her! He was just trying to shag her and then planned to scuttle off back to the poor girl waiting at him for him.

She moved before she could think, sliding out from under his arm with a sharp jerk, the sudden cold space between them like a chasm. Chris finally turned back, phone still in hand, his face creasing in confusion as he registered her rigid posture, the way she'd scooted to the edge of the bench. 'Dais? What the, come on, get back here. Selfie's not gonna take itself.'

Her gaze burned into him, praying she could make him spontaneously combust. It was always the same old shit. The pathetic advances, the easy compliments and the cheap drinks. The half assed effort to get her on her back.

Her expression was stone, eyes blazing with a mix of fury and raw hurt, lips trembling as she held his stare. 'Are you fucking kidding me right now?'

The booth went quiet, the group's easy chatter dying like a snuffed flame. Heads swivelled and chatter died down, Lois setting her glass down with a clink, Jane pulling back with wide eyes. 'Daisy? What's going on?'

Daisy ignored them, her voice a low growl aimed straight at Chris, laced with the ache twisting in her chest. 'You've got a girlfriend?! And you're here, what? trying to line up a side fuck?'

Chris's face went ashen, his mouth working soundlessly for a beat, eyes darting like a cornered animal. 'Wait, what? No, Dais, it's not- hang on, that's just-'

Lois's jaw dropped, her hand gripping Tom's arm. 'Girlfriend? Chris, what the actual fuck?!.'

Jane whipped her head between them, phone forgotten. 'Hold up, is this for real? You've been all over her all night!'

The guys squirmed, Alex muttering 'shit, dude,' under his breath. Daisy stood, her legs shaky but her voice steady, cracking just enough to betray the hurt slicing through her. She snatched her glass from the table, the gin sloshing, and hurled it at him, liquid exploding across his face and shirt, ice cubes clattering to the floor.

Chris recoiled, sputtering, wiping at his eyes with a shocked 'What the hell?!'

The booth erupted, Lois gasping 'Daisy!', Jane whispering 'Oh god,' Alex half-standing like he might intervene. But Daisy shot the lads a cold hard look.

'This is why I don't fucking bother,' she spat, voice not wavering through her anger. 'Assholes, the lot of you.'

She didn't look back as she turned away from the booth, weaving through the bodies towards the bar, the burn in her throat demanding something stronger to wash it down, anything to numb the fresh scar of betrayal.

Lois's voice pierced the bar's clamour first, edged with a mix of concern and frustration as Daisy pushed through the throng of revellers, her steps quick and purposeful. ‘Daisy! Hold on’

 Jane chimed in right after, her words carrying a sharp urgency over the laughter and clinking glasses. ‘Dais!’

Their shouts lingered in the air behind her, but Daisy kept moving, weaving past elbows and swaying bodies without a backward glance. As she reached the bar's edge, the noise muffled slightly, yet she caught the tail end of Lois's tirade aimed at Chris.

‘You deserved that! Lying prick’ the words slicing through the haze like a knife, fuelling the knot of betrayal twisting in Daisy's gut.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest- Chapter One

Daisy stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the soft glow of fairy lights strung along the headboard casting a warm, flattering light over her skin. At 19, she was the kind of beautiful that turned heads without trying, long, wavy auburn hair cascading down her back, full lips painted with a subtle nude gloss, and eyes that sparkled with mischief under thick lashes. Her figure was the envy of her friends: toned from sporadic yoga sessions and late-night dances, with curves that filled out her clothes just right. Tonight, she was channelling that effortless allure, slipping into the outfit that always made her feel invincible.

The olive-green boob tube clung to her torso like a second skin, the stretchy fabric hugging her full C-cup breasts and pushing them up into generous cleavage that peeked invitingly over the low-cut edge. It ended just below her bust, leaving her flat midriff bare, the subtle V-line of her lower abs hinting at the strength beneath her soft skin. Paired with high-waisted, light-wash ripped jeans that sat low on her hips. The rips along the thighs exposed flashes of smooth, tanned leg, and she completed the look with chunky white sandal heels that added a few inches to her already long frame, making her legs look endless.

She swayed her hips to the light playlist humming from her phone, some indie pop track with a sultry beat, sipping from a glass of crisp white wine she'd poured earlier. The house was blissfully quiet without Sarah, her best friend and housemate, who was off on a romantic getaway with Tom, her boyfriend of three years. Daisy had teased her mercilessly about it before she left, but secretly, she was glad for the solo prep time. No interruptions, just her, the music, and the buzz of anticipation for girls' night.

'Good enough' she murmured to her reflection, turning sideways to admire the S-curve of her body.

One hand rested on her hip, accentuating the flare of her waist, while the other tugged lightly at the waistband of her jeans, pulling it down just enough to reveal more of that tantalizing strip of skin. She wasn't one for overthinking outfits; life was too short for that. Law school loomed on the horizon, her parents' dream, really, but Daisy? She was all about the now.

The laughter with friends, the flirtatious glances at the pub, the memories that would make her smile years from now. Her part-time gig as a secretary at her dad's friend's law firm paid the bills decently, but it was just a means to an end. Tonight, though, none of that mattered.

Her phone buzzed on the dresser, and she glanced at the screen. A group text from Lois, Margo, and Jane.

Lois: Yo, Daisy! We're heading out in 20. You better not bail like last time. That hot bartender from last month was asking about you.

Margo: Haha, yeah! Wear something slutty. We need you to draw the crowd so we can snag free shots.

Jane: Guys, chill. Daisy, you still on for the pub? Sarah's gonna miss the fun.

Daisy chuckled, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she balanced the wine glass.

Daisy: Wouldn't miss it. Just finishing up. Sarah's probably getting laid as we speak, lucky bitch. See you there.

She set the phone down and took another sip, the wine warming her from the inside out. At 19, she knew she turned head and brought a lot of male attention to her little friend group, but that wasn’t something she was necessarily interested in. Tonight was about letting loose, dancing until her heels hurt, and maybe, if she was in the mood, locking eyes with someone who could make her forget about midterms and parental expectations.

She spritzed on a final mist of perfume, something floral and seductive, then grabbed her clutch, slipping her phone and lipstick inside. One last look in the mirror: shoulders back, chest forward, a confident smirk playing on her lips.

'Let's do this,' she said aloud, turning off the playlist and heading for the door. The night was young, and the pub awaited.

Across town, in the dimly lit living room of Azriel's flat, Cassian sprawled on the worn leather couch, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers.

At 26, he carried the weight of his years in the army like a badge, broad shoulders honed by endless drills, a jawline shadowed with stubble from weeks abroad, and hazel eyes that had seen too much but still crinkled with humour at the corners. Deployment had been a grind, sand and sweat and the constant hum of danger, but leave was his reset button. And Azriel's place? It was home base, the spare room his unofficial crash pad whenever he was stateside.

Azriel, his brother in all but blood, leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing his own drink. Tall and brooding, with ink-black hair and a quiet intensity, Az was the steady one, the shadows to Cassian's storm. Rhys, the third in their unbreakable trio, was off playing doting husband to Feyre, their first kid due any month now. Cassian grinned at the thought; Rhysand, the eternal bachelor turned family man. Life changed fast.

'You sure you don't want to come?' Cassian asked, sitting up and stretching his arms overhead, the muscles in his back rippling under his faded black t-shirt. 'Scott's working the bar tonight. It'll be like old times, us three causing trouble.'

Azriel shook his head, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. 'Pass. Got an early shift tomorrow, and unlike you, I don't thrive on chaos. Besides, Rhys would kill me if I dragged you into something stupid while he's busy nesting.'

Cassian barked a laugh, running a hand through his tousled brown hair. 'Nesting. That's rich coming from you. Remember that time when you-'

'Yeah, yeah,' Azriel cut him off, waving a hand. 'Ancient history. Go blow off steam with Scott. Just don't end up in a ditch.'

'Love the faith, brother.'

Cassian stood, towering at six-foot-four, and clapped Azriel on the shoulder. His jeans were dark and fitted, tucked into scuffed boots that had seen better days, and he shrugged on a leather jacket against the evening chill.

Deployment had left him restless, the quiet of leave both a relief and a itch he couldn't scratch. The bar sounded perfect, a few drinks, banter with an old friend, maybe a game of pool to shake off the tension coiled in his gut. He grabbed his keys from the coffee table, the jingle echoing in the sparse flat. Azriel's place was functional: mismatched furniture, a stack of books on military history by the window, and photos of the three of them pinned to a corkboard, grinning after a rugby match, serious in dress uniforms at Rhys's wedding. Family, through fire and time.

'Text me if you need a ride,' Azriel said, following him to the door.

'Will do. And tell Rhys to stop hovering over Feyre like a damn helicopter. Kid's gonna come out with a complex.'

Azriel snorted. 'Noted. Stay safe, Cass.'

The door clicked shut behind him, and Cassian jogged down the stairs, the cool night air hitting his face as he stepped outside. The pub wasn't far, a ten-minute walk through the bustling streets, past neon signs and laughing groups. Scott had been a buddy since their teens, slinging drinks while Cassian shipped out. Catching up would be good. Beers, stories, the kind of night that reminded him why he came home.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, the city's pulse matching his own steady heartbeat. Strangers brushed past, but his mind was on the bar ahead, lights low, music thumping, the promise of normalcy. Little did he know, across the divide of crowded sidewalks, another night was unfolding, threads of fate yet to tangle.

The pub's door swung open with a familiar creak, and Cassian stepped inside, the wave of warm air and muffled chatter washing over him like an old friend. The place hadn't changed much since his last leave, polished wooden floors sticky in spots from spilled drinks, dim pendant lights casting golden pools over scarred tabletops, and the faint haze of cigarette smoke clinging to the air from the outdoor patio. Behind the bar, rows of bottles gleamed under neon signs, and the low thump of bass from the speakers hinted at the new DJ spinning tracks that had the early crowd nodding along.

Scott spotted him immediately, his face breaking into a wide, genuine grin as he wiped down the counter with a rag. At 25, Scott was built like a former athlete who'd traded the field for the bar, stocky, with a buzz cut and tattoos snaking up his forearms from years of late-night shifts and weekend ink sessions.

He rounded the end of the bar in two strides, pulling Cassian into a swift hug that ended with a hard clap on his back, the impact jarring through Cassian's ribs.

‘Cass, you bastard,’ Scott said, pulling back but keeping a hand on his shoulder, eyes scanning him up and down. ‘Good to see you home in one piece. Thought the desert might've kept you this time.’

Cassian laughed, the sound rough from disuse, and returned the clap with a lighter one of his own. ‘Takes more than sand and bad rations to finish me off, Scotty. Missed this dive, though. And you, obviously.’

Scott snorted, steering him toward the bar with a nudge. ‘Flatterer. Sit your ass down before I make you pay cover like the tourists.’

The bar was lively, clusters of patrons laughing over pints, a group of office workers clinking glasses in the corner, and a few couples swaying near the makeshift dance floor, but it wasn't rammed yet. Plenty of space at the polished oak counter, where stools waited like empty promises.

Cassian slid onto one of the high stools, the leather creaking under his weight as he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back. The familiar scent of hops and polished wood settled him, easing the knot of restlessness from the walk over. Scott vanished behind the bar for a second, emerging with a chilled bottle of his favourite lager, the condensation already beading on the glass. He popped the cap with a flourish and slid it across.

‘First one's on me,’ Scott declared, leaning on his elbows. ‘For surviving whatever hellhole they sent you to this time. Welcome home, brother.’

Cassian wrapped his hand around the bottle, the coolness grounding him, and took a long pull, the bitter fizz cutting through the day's dust.

‘Appreciate it. Tastes better than that piss they serve overseas. So, how you holding up? Bar gig still treating you right, or you finally gonna chase that dream of opening your own spot?’

Scott chuckled, grabbing a whiskey for himself and pouring it neat into a tumbler. He took a sip, savouring it before answering.

‘Same old, same old. Nights like this keep me sane, pouring drinks, eavesdropping on drama. Business is steady; boss finally sprung for that new sound system, and it's paying off. Shaping up to be a good night in here’

Cassian glanced around, taking in the vibe. The crowd was building, tables filling with after-work stragglers, a bachelorette party shrieking over colourful cocktails in the far booth, but there was still elbow room. The DJ, a lanky guy with headphones half-on, was layering a remix of some electronic track that had a few heads bobbing, the beat pulsing through the floorboards.

‘Looks solid,’ Cassian said, nodding toward the growing throng. ‘You got that new DJ in? Music's got a different edge tonight.’

Scott's eyes lit up, and he jerked a thumb toward the elevated booth in the corner where the DJ hunched over his decks, lights flickering across his focused face.

‘Yeah, hired him last week. Name's Jax or something, kid's got skills. Customers are eating it up already. Had a few regulars come back early just to catch his set. Looks like it's gonna be a good night; place is filling up pretty well. By midnight, we'll be shoulder-to-shoulder, trust me.’

They clinked bottles, Scott's tumbler against Cassian's lager, and settled into the easy rhythm of catching up. Cassian leaned back, one boot hooked on the stool's rung, as Scott launched into a story about a rowdy stag do from the weekend prior.

‘So this groom-to-be, right? Thinks he's hot shit, starts a conga line through the whole damn bar. Ends up spilling a tray of shots on the bride's sister that was here spying on them. Chaos. But hey, tips were flowing like the booze.’ Scott mimed the spill with exaggerated flair, his laugh booming over the chatter.

Cassian grinned, shaking his head. ‘Sounds like my kind of mess. You ever think about getting out of this grind? Settle down, maybe?’

Scott waved him off, eyes twinkling with mischief as he scanned the room. ‘Nah, too much fun here. Speaking of...’ His gaze sharpened, a sly grin spreading. ‘Plenty of talent floating around tonight if you're in the market. See that group by the dartboard? Or the redhead nursing a gin at the end? Bet you'd have your pick. Looking to wrap something warm around yourself for the night?’

The insinuation hung in the air, Scott's wink blatant as he nodded toward a cluster of women laughing near the jukebox. Cassian followed his gaze briefly, but his mind wandered back to the blur of his last few days home. He chuckled low, rubbing the back of his neck, the stubble rasping under his fingers.

‘Tempting as always, but not what I've come out for tonight,’ he said, taking another swig of beer to buy a moment. ‘Still recovering from a hookup a few nights ago. Met this woman out, 37, recently divorced, firecracker type. Picked her up at that dive near the base. Woke up sore in ways I didn't expect.’

Scott's eyebrows shot up, and he let out a whistle, leaning in closer. ‘No shit? Older woman, huh? Details, man, don't hold out on me. Was she wild? Bet she knew a thing or two.’

Cassian smirked, but kept it vague, the memory flashing quick: tangled sheets, urgent hands, the kind of release that left him drained but not at all satisfied, more exhausted from the woman lying there leaving him to do all the work. ‘Wild enough. Taught me a few tricks, that's for sure. But yeah, taking it easy tonight. Just beers and bullshit with you.’

Scott laughed, slapping the counter lightly. ‘Fair enough. Your loss, place is crawling with options. But hey, if you change your mind...’

Their banter flowed on, punctuated by Scott serving a quick order to a patron down the bar, a couple of IPAs for a pair of guys debating the football scores. The DJ transitioned to a deeper track, the bass rumbling through Cassian's chest, drawing more bodies onto the floor. Laughter swelled from various corners, glasses clinking in toasts, the air thick with the scent of fried bar snacks and spilled liquor.

In the background of their conversation, oblivious to the two men at the bar, the heavy doors swung open again, letting in a gust of cooler night air. Daisy stepped through, her chunky white sandal heels clicking against the threshold as she paused to let her eyes adjust to the dim interior. The boob tube shifted slightly with her movement, the fabric stretching taut over her breasts, while the ripped jeans hugged her hips, the tears revealing slivers of thigh that caught the low light.

She scanned the room with a quick sweep, her auburn waves bouncing as she tilted her head. There, near the back wall, in a booth tucked against the brick, she spotted her friends: Lois waving enthusiastically, Margo already mid-gesture in some animated story, and Jane smiling shyly from the edge. Daisy flashed a grin and wove through the crowd, her stride confident, the heels giving her an extra sway that turned heads without effort.

Heads of young lads scattered around the bar turned like magnets, a group of college guys at a high-top table pausing their pool game, eyes tracking the curve of her ass in those low-slung jeans; a lone drinker by the window twisting in his seat, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of her midriff; even a cluster near the entrance craning necks for a better look, murmurs rippling through them as she passed. One whistled low under his breath, another elbowed his mate with a nod, their stares shameless, appreciative, hungry. Daisy's presence cut through the room like a spotlight, drawing attention she pretended not to notice, though a secret thrill buzzed under her skin.

She reached the booth, sliding in next to Lois with a dramatic sigh. ‘Sorry I'm late, traffic was a bitch, and I needed that extra glass of wine to psych myself up.’

Lois pulled her into a quick side-hug, laughing. ‘You're right on time, hot stuff. We just ordered a round. God, you look amazing, those jeans are criminal.’

But across the bar, Cassian remained turned toward Scott, their heads bent in conversation, the new arrival slipping past his notice amid the growing hum of the night.

Daisy settled into the worn leather of the booth, the vinyl cool against her bare midriff as she crossed her legs under the table. The back wall of the pub vibrated faintly with the DJ's steady rhythm, a mix of upbeat pop remixes that had the energy in the room simmering without boiling over yet.

Her friends' booth was a cozy nook, tucked away from the main flow but with a clear view of the dance floor and bar, perfect for people-watching and spilling secrets. Lois, with her short bob haircut and easy smile, slid a tall glass across the scarred wooden surface toward Daisy, the dark purple liquid fizzing gently with ice and a lemon wedge perched on the rim.

‘Blackberry gin and lemonade, just how you like it,’ Lois said, her voice carrying that familiar warmth. ‘Figured you'd need something sweet after whatever chaos your week's been. Spill, what's the latest shit show?’

Daisy wrapped her fingers around the chilled glass, the condensation slick under her palm, and took a sip. The tart berry burst on her tongue, mingling with the gin's subtle bite and the lemonade's citrus kick, refreshing against the pub's stuffy warmth. She let out a contented hum, leaning back as the liquid settled in her stomach like a gentle buzz.

‘God, that's perfect. Thanks, Lo. My week's been a total dumpster fire at the firm, boss had me typing up depositions till my eyes crossed, and then Sarah bails on movie night because she's still off on that romantic getaway with her guy. Left me solo with a bottle of wine and bad reality TV. But hey, at least I didn't have to share the popcorn.’

The group erupted in sympathetic chuckles, the sound blending with the pub's ambient hum. Margo, perched on the edge with her legs tucked under her, rolled her eyes dramatically, her freckled cheeks flushing from the half-finished cocktail in her hand, a vibrant blue thing that matched her nail polish. At 20, she was the dreamer of the bunch, always sketching outfit ideas on napkins during their hangs.

‘Ugh, tell me about it. Mine was endless lectures on tort law that felt like they were designed to torture us. Professor droned on for three hours straight yesterday, no breaks, no mercy. I swear, if I hear 'negligence' one more time, I'll scream. And don't get me started on my roommate's cat knocking over my coffee this morning. Ruined my favourite jeans.’

Jane, the sharp-witted one with her straight black hair pulled into a ponytail and a mischievous glint in her eye, nodded along, stirring her own drink with a straw. She was the initiator, the one who booked the booth and ordered the first round without asking.

‘Amateurs. Try dealing with a group project where half the team ghosts you. I pulled an all-nighter fixing their half-assed slides on constitutional amendments, only for the prof to praise me like I carried the whole thing. Which I did. And then my ex-texts me at 2 a.m. asking if I 'missed him.' Blocked his ass on the spot.’

Daisy laughed, a light, genuine sound that crinkled the corners of her eyes, her auburn waves shifting as she tossed her head back. She wasn't one to bask in the spotlight, even when every head in the pub seemed to swivel her way earlier, those lingering stares from the lads near the door, the quick glances from the bar. It was flattering in a distant way, but she brushed it off like lint on her jeans, focusing instead on the easy camaraderie here. No need to flaunt what came naturally; she'd learned early that confidence spoke louder without the brag. Another sip of her drink, the ice clinking softly, and she raised her glass in a mock toast.

‘To surviving the week. May next one be less of a circus. Your turn, Lois, you look like you've got a novel brewing.’

Lois groaned, but her lips quirked into a wry smile as she launched in, gesturing animatedly with her hands. The story poured out like she'd been rehearsing it, her voice rising over the pub's chatter.

‘Okay, fine. You all know about that guy, Mark? The one I was seeing for like, six months? Thought he had potential. cute smile, decent job at the garage. But Jesus, the laziness. He'd show up to dates in the same hoodie, never once suggested we do anything fun. Last straw was last weekend: I cook this whole dinner, right? Pasta from scratch, salad, the works. He strolls in late, plops on the couch, and goes, 'Babe, can you grab me a beer while you're up?' Like, I'm not your maid!’

Margo leaned forward, eyes wide. ‘No way. After six months? That's bold.’

‘Right?’ Lois continued, her frustration bubbling through the humour. ‘And don't even get me started on the bedroom stuff. Subpar doesn't cover it, more like a quick fumble and done. No effort, no imagination. I mean, come on, at least try to make it memorable instead of flopping like a fish out of water. I finally snapped Thursday night. Told him straight up, 'Mark, you're sweet, but this isn't working. I need someone who actually gives a damn.' He looked so shocked, like he thought we were soulmates or something. Blocked him everywhere. Freedom tastes better than his cock, anyway.’

The booth dissolved into laughter, Daisy covering her mouth with her free hand to stifle a giggle, her shoulders shaking. The gin warmed her cheeks, but it was Lois's deadpan delivery that had her in stitches. ‘Lo, you're a saint for lasting that long. I would've bailed after the first hoodie repeat. But seriously, good for you, plenty of guys out there who aren't allergic to effort.’

Jane smirked, pointing her straw at Lois. ‘Hear, hear. Next one's gotta step up his game. No more settling for mediocrity.’

The mood was light, the air between them thick with that unbreakable bond forged from shared dorm disasters and late-night rants. Daisy's glass was half-empty now, the purple hue staining her lips faintly as she savoured another pull, the lemonade's tang cutting the sweetness. Stories bounced back and forth, Margo's disastrous blind date setup by her cousin, Jane's epic takedown of a creepy TA in class, each one funnier than the last, pulling them deeper into the night.

Then, as Lois wrapped up a tangent about Mark's pathetic follow-up text (a single eggplant emoji that had them all howling), a shadow fell over the table. Three young lads, roughly their age, early twenties, with fresh faces, button-downs half-untucked from what looked like a post-class wind-down, approached with that rehearsed swagger. The leader, a lanky one with gelled hair and a hopeful grin, leaned on the booth's edge, his eyes dipping blatantly to Daisy's cleavage where the green tube top hugged her curves, the fabric's stretch leaving little to the imagination under the booth's overhead light.

‘Hey, ladies,’ he started, voice pitched a notch too loud to sound casual. ‘Having a good night? We're grabbing another round, mind if we buy you all drinks? I'm Jake, these are Tom and Ryan.’

His buddies nodded, clustering closer, their gazes flickering over the group but settling unmistakably on Daisy, the way her top accentuated the swell of her breasts, the exposed strip of toned midriff as she shifted in her seat. It wasn't subtle; one of them, the shorter guy with a backward cap, let his eyes linger a beat too long before snapping up.

The girls exchanged quick glances, a silent code honed from countless similar interruptions. This wasn't new, Daisy's effortless pull drew them like moths, the others often serving as the unwitting bait in the trap. But they turned it into sport, a game of witty deflection that left egos bruised and the night uninterrupted. Lois bit her lip to hide a smile, Margo busied herself with her phone, and Daisy just offered a polite nod, sipping her drink without a hint of encouragement, her humility keeping her response neutral.

Jane, ever the frontline defender, straightened up first, her expression shifting to one of feigned seriousness. She tilted her head, sizing them up like a professor grading a paper.

‘Aw, that's really sweet of you, boys. Appreciate the offer. But no thank you, we're kind of in the middle of a support group meeting here. Tonight's topic is all about stalkers: why we feel that uncontrollable urge to watch someone sleep, you know? The psychology behind it, the thrill... If you're struggling with those kinds of impulses yourself, though, you're more than welcome to pull up a chair and join. We could use some fresh perspectives.’

The lads froze, Jake's grin faltering as the words sank in. Tom's face flushed a deep crimson, his hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, while Ryan shifted his weight, suddenly fascinated by the pattern on the booth's wall. The air around them thickened with discomfort, the easy confidence evaporating like spilled beer.

‘Uh... what? No, we're good,’ Jake stammered, straightening up too quickly. ‘Just being friendly. Enjoy your... meeting.’

They mumbled hurried goodbyes and retreated, weaving back through the crowd with shoulders hunched, whispers exchanged among them as they disappeared toward the bar. The booth erupted the second they were out of earshot, Lois slapping the table in hysterics, tears pricking her eyes; Margo wheezing into her drink; Daisy shaking her head with a wide, unrestrained laugh that lit up her face.

‘Jane, you're awful,’ Daisy managed between gasps, wiping at her eye. ‘Did you see their faces? Beetroot central.’

‘Classic,’ Lois agreed, still giggling. ‘Support group for stalkers, gold.’

Jane preened under the praise, raising her glass. ‘What can I say? Gotta keep the vultures at bay. To epic shutdowns and girls' nights uninterrupted!’

They clinked glasses, the laughter lingering like the pub's warm haze, the night stretching ahead full of promise and zero interruptions, for now.

Back at the bar, the warm hum of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, the wooden counter sticky in spots from spilled drinks. Cassian sat on a worn stool, his broad frame leaning casually against the edge, fingers wrapped around a cool beer bottle. The place wasn't packed yet, but the Friday crowd was building, groups laughing over shared pitchers, a few guys hollering at the dartboard in the corner. Scott moved behind the bar with easy rhythm, pouring drafts and mixing shots, but when a brief lull hit, he stood on the over side of the bar in front of Cassian, exhaling like he'd been holding his breath all shift.

‘So, how’s things with that bird you were seeing?’ Cassian said, tilting his head with a grin, his voice low and teasing. ‘You've got that look, like you're about to drop some big news. Jenna right? Last time we talked, you were still figuring out if you could stand her cooking.’

Scott chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes lighting up as he leaned in closer. ‘Yeah, well, that was months ago. Things are... good, man. Real good. It's been, what, a year and a half now? Feels longer some days. We're past the whole 'who gets the remote' phase and into the serious stuff.’

Cassian raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his beer, the foam clinging to his lip before he wiped it away. ‘Serious how? You two still glued at the hip, or what?’

‘Glued? Try shackled,’ Scott said with a laugh, but there was no bitterness in it, just warmth. ‘She moved in last month. Her clothes are taking over my closet, and don't get me started on the bathroom counter. It's like a war zone of lotions and hair tools. But honestly? I love it. Coming home after a double shift and she's there, making that pasta she does, the one with the spicy sauce. Makes the whole grind feel worth it.’

Cassian nodded, his expression genuine, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. He could hear the shift in Scott's tone, the way it softened when he talked about her. ‘Sounds solid. You guys fighting at all, or is it all rainbows now?’

Scott shrugged, picking at the label on his water bottle. ‘We bicker, sure. Like last week, she got pissed because I left my boots by the door again, tripped over them coming in from work. But it's nothing big. We talk it out, make up quick. Hell, we've even started talking about the future, you know? Like, where we're headed.’

‘Future, huh?’ Cassian prompted, his eyes narrowing playfully. ‘That mean what I think it does?’

Scott paused, glancing around the bar to make sure no regulars were within earshot, then met Cassian's gaze with a mix of nerves and excitement.

‘Yeah. I'm thinking about proposing. Not right away, gotta get the timing right, but I've been looking at rings online. Nothing crazy, just something simple that she'd like. We've joked about it before, but lately... it feels real. Like, why not? She's the one, man.’

Cassian set his glass down with a soft clink. ‘Damn, that's awesome. Congrats, seriously. I'm stoked for you, Jenna's great, puts up with your lazy ass better than anyone. You've found a good one; don't screw it up. When you popping the question? Need backup for the big moment?’

Scott grinned, the relief evident as he bumped fists with Cassian. ‘Thanks, appreciate that. Means a lot hearing it from you. No date set yet, maybe after her next birthday, keep it low-key. And yeah, you'd be my first pick for best man. Just promise not to embarrass me with one of your toasts.’

‘Me? Embarrass you? Never,’ Cassian shot back, laughing. ‘But for real, happy for you, bud. Makes me think maybe there's hope for the rest of us single idiots.’

Their conversation flowed easy, punctuated by Scott jumping up to serve a quick round, a couple of IPAs for the guys at the end of the bar, but he slid right back in, picking up where they left off.

‘It's scary as hell, though,’ Scott admitted, lowering his voice. ‘What if I mess it up? Like, marriage? That's forever. But then I think about waking up to her every day, and it doesn't seem so bad.’

‘You'll be fine,’ Cassian assured him, his tone steady. ‘You've got your head on straight for once. Just go for it when it feels right.’

As their talk about Jenna wrapped up, the bar's vibe picked up steam, laughter spiking from a booth nearby, the jukebox kicking in with a thumping bass line that made the glasses rattle. Cassian leaned back on his stool, savouring the easy camaraderie, but he caught the subtle glances starting to ping his way. Scott noticed too, his eyes flicking toward the growing crowd with a knowing smirk.

'They're starting already,' Scott said, nodding subtly toward a trio of women clustered by the high-top tables, their heads bent together as they whispered and shot looks. 'You gonna play the field tonight or what? Usually by now, you'd have zeroed in on someone.'

Cassian shrugged, swirling the last of his beer. 'Not tonight, man. Like I said, just here for the unwind.'

Before Scott could press, the first one approached, the dark-haired woman in the fitted top, her steps deliberate as she closed the distance. She propped an elbow on the bar right next to him, her smile bold and appraising.

'Couldn't help but notice you over here. You look like you know how to have a good time. Let me get you a drink? Something to match that vibe.'

Cassian met her gaze steadily, his voice warm but firm. 'That's nice of you, but I'm all set. Enjoying the company I've got. Have a great night.' He tipped his glass her way, the gesture polite, turning his attention back to Scott without lingering.

She lingered a beat, tilting her head with a playful pout. 'Your loss, stranger. If you change your mind, we'll be over there.' With a wink, she pushed off and rejoined her friends, who burst into hushed giggles.

Scott watched her go, then leaned closer once the coast cleared, his expression shifting to curiosity. 'Alright, spill on you then. You're turning down prime opportunities left and right. Still just in the hookup game, or has something, or someone, changed that? Got a girl tucked away somewhere I don't know about?'

Cassian chuckled low, setting his empty glass down with a soft thud. 'Nah, nothing like that. No one's got me on the line. It's the usual, fun when it happens, but nothing sticking. Why, you playing matchmaker now?'

Scott leaned on the bar, crossing his arms, his tone light but probing. 'Come on, we've known each other forever. You're always the charmer, the one who ends up with company for the night. But tonight? You're like a monk. Anyone you're even interested in? Like, seeing someone casually, or eyeing up a prospect? Or is it all just the job keeping you locked down?'

Cassian paused, his fingers drumming idly on the counter as he considered it. The bar's noise faded a touch in his mind, the weight of the question settling in.

'Job's a big part of it, yeah. Doesn't leave much room for... anything real. Deployments, training, it's constant. Hard to build something when you're gone half the time, you know? And honestly? Haven't met anyone who makes me want to try. Hookups are easy, no strings, fits the life. But settling down? Getting to know someone deep enough for that? Can't picture it right now.'

Scott nodded slowly, pouring himself a soda from the tap, the fizz cutting through their words. 'Fair. But you're not totally against it, right? I mean, look at your brothers, Az just put a ring on his woman after all those years, and Rhys is deep into married life with Feyre. Kid on the way and everything. Doesn't that ever hit you? Make you think about your own shit, marriage, family, the whole deal?'

Cassian's expression softened, a flicker of something genuine crossing his features as he glanced toward the window, the neon sign buzzing outside.

'Didn’t realise this was a therapy session. I’m not against the concept, seeing them like that... it stirs something. Az proposing, man, he was nervous as shit about it, but Gwyn's his rock. And Rhys with Feyre? They're solid, building that life. Kid coming? That's huge. Does make me think about it. The stability, someone to come home to, maybe little ones running around someday. But for me? Not sure it's in the cards. Job's got me tied up, and I don't want to drag someone through the uncertainty. If the right one shows up, maybe. But right now, it's just focus on the grind.'

Scott absorbed that, sipping his drink with a thoughtful hum. 'Makes sense. But don't write it off, Cass. Life's funny, could change quick. Like it did for me.' He clapped Cassian on the arm, the moment breaking as another customer waved him down. 'Hold that thought. Be right back.'

Scott handled the order swiftly, a round of shots for a rowdy group, then returned, but not before the blonde in the crop top made her move. She sidled up during the lull, her grin confident as she claimed the stool beside Cassian.

'Heard you shot down my friend. Bold move. How about I make it up to you? Drink on me, something fun, like tequila. You seem like the type who doesn't back down from a challenge.'

Cassian turned to her with that effortless charm, his smile easy but distant. 'Appreciate it the offer, But I'm good thanks.’ He nodded toward her table, his body language closing the door gently.

She laughed, undaunted at first, leaning in a fraction. 'Playing coy? A guy like you must get this all the time. What's it gonna take?'

'Just not in the mood,' he replied smoothly, his tone light. 'Just have a quiet drink with my buddy. Thanks, though.' She finally eased off with a shrug and a flirty wave, weaving back through the crowd.

Scott slid back in, eyebrows raised. 'See? Magnet. But come on man, you really think the job's the only roadblock? Or is there more to it? You not got the balls for committing after all the casual stuff?'

Cassian shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he signalled for another round. 'Scared? Nah. It's practical. I've seen what the life does, missed calls, cancelled plans. Don't want to promise what I can't deliver. Hookups keep it simple. No hearts involved. I'd go for it. Marriage, kids, all of it. Just... timing's off. Job first, always.'

Scott mulled it over, wiping a spill with his rag. 'Timing changes. Look at me, never thought I'd be ring-shopping. But Jenna flipped the script. Maybe yours is out there, waiting for you to stop turning down every offer.' He grinned, teasing now. 'Speaking of...'

The redhead in the sundress timed her approach perfectly, brushing past Cassian to order from Scott, her hand grazing his arm 'accidentally.'

'Oops, sorry. But hey, while I'm here, you look familiar. Want to grab a spot on the dance floor later? Could use a partner who knows the moves.'

Cassian glanced her way, polite as ever, his voice carrying that disarming warmth. 'No worries. And thanks for the offer, but I’m good. Floor's all yours.' He shifted slightly, facing Scott more fully.

She smiled, grabbing her vodka soda. 'Suit yourself. Offer stands.' With a lingering look, she slid a small piece of paper over to him with her number inked on it and melted back into the throng.

Scott poured Cassian's fresh beer, sliding it over with a chuckle. 'Jesus man I don’t know how you do it. But if not hookups, what's the plan? Keep solo forever, or you got some vision for down the line?'

Cassian took a pull from the glass bottle, the cool liquid grounding him amid the bar's swirl.

'Plan? Day by day. I think about it. Waking up to someone who knows you inside out, building a home, kids yelling at you to play catch. But right now? Can't force it. If it happens, great. If not, I'm good rolling with what I've got.'

Scott raised his glass in a mock toast. 'To rolling with it, then. And to maybe finding your Jenna someday.' They clinked, the conversation easing into lighter territory as the night hummed on, the flirtations fading into the background noise.

Back at the booth, the conversation among the girls had hit a lively peak, glasses clinking as they wrapped up a story about Margo's disastrous blind date from the week before. Laughter bubbled up, sharp and unrestrained, cutting through the bar's ambient hum. Daisy leaned back against the worn booth cushion, her olive-green top hugging her curves just right, the ripped jeans riding low on her hips as she stretched her legs under the table. The wine had loosened her up, a pleasant buzz warming her cheeks, but the pitcher of cosmos they'd demolished was running dry.

'Okay, who's turn to brave the bar?' Jane asked, scanning the table with a mock-serious glare, her fingers tapping the empty glass in front of her.

Lois shot up first, her short bob swinging as she grabbed her purse. 'Me and Daisy. We've got this. You two hold the fort, try not to scare off any potential entertainment while we're gone.' She winked at Margo, who flipped her off playfully.

Daisy slid out after her, smoothing her top with a quick tug, her chunky white heels clicking against the sticky floor as they wove through the crowd. The bar area was thicker now, bodies pressing in as the DJ ramped up the tempo, a sultry R&B track pulsing through the speakers. They found a spot a few feet down from where Cassian sat, the polished oak counter gleaming under the low-hanging lights. Scott spotted them immediately, his easy grin flashing as he wiped his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder.

'Evening, ladies,' Scott said, leaning in with that practiced charm, his voice carrying just enough warmth to keep things fun without crossing lines. 'What can I get for you tonight? The usual cosmos, or are we switching it up?'

Lois propped her elbows on the bar, tilting her head with a flirtatious smile. 'Two more pitchers of cosmos, handsome. And make 'em strong, we've got stories to tell that need some liquid courage.'

Scott chuckled, already reaching for the shaker, his eyes twinkling as he measured out the vodka. 'Strong it is. You two look like you’re having a good night. That booth treating you well, or should I send over some appetizers on the house?'

Daisy laughed softly, pulling out her card from her back pocket. 'Appetizers sound tempting, but we're good for now. Just the drinks, and yeah, the booth's prime real estate for gossip.' She glanced sideways, catching the flow of the room, but her attention snagged when Lois's gaze locked onto Cassian a few stools over. Lois's eyes lit up, her smirk turning wicked as she sized him up, the broad shoulders, the casual lean, that effortless appeal that had drawn half the bar's attention earlier.

She nudged Daisy with her elbow, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'Hold up. Who's the tall drink of water over there? He's got that whole brooding soldier vibe going on. Think I should shoot my shot?'

Daisy followed her line of sight, rolling her eyes but grinning at her friend's boldness. 'Lois, you're incorrigible. Leave the guy alone, at least have more than 3 drinks before you start prowling.'

But Lois was already in motion, turning slightly on her stool to face Cassian, her voice carrying over the din with confident ease. 'Hey, you there, looking awful lonely over on that end of the bar, big guy. Want some company?'

Cassian glanced up from his half-empty pint, his dark eyes meeting hers with a polite curiosity. He'd been mid-sip, the conversation with Scott lulling into a comfortable pause as he moved to serve them. The bar's energy swirled around him, but he kept his posture relaxed, one arm draped over the back of his stool. Scott, catching the exchange, let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as he poured the vibrant pink liquid into the pitchers.

'Another one bites the dust,' Scott muttered under his breath, amusement lacing his tone as he slid the drinks across to Daisy.

Daisy bit her lip to stifle a laugh, her eyes rolling skyward in that affectionate, exasperated way reserved for best friends. She could see the pattern, Cassian fending off advances all night, and Lois was just the latest in line. Cassian set his glass down gently, offering Lois a warm, disarming smile that didn't quite reach the playful flirtation she might have hoped for.

'Appreciate the offer, but I'm all good. Looks like you and your friends are having a solid time, wouldn't want to crash that.' His voice was steady, laced with that genuine charm, turning the rejection into something almost complimentary.

Lois pouted, but it was cheeky, her lower lip jutting out in exaggerated playfulness as she leaned a bit closer, undeterred. 'Aw, come on. You sure? Bet I could put a real smile on that handsome face of yours.' She batted her lashes for effect, her grin widening.

Cassian chuckled, the sound low and easy, rubbing a hand along his jaw as he shook his head. 'I'm sure you could, no doubt. But honestly, I'm good tonight. Just chilling with my buddy here. You ladies have a good night.' He nodded toward Scott, who was now openly smirking, the ice in the shakers rattling as he finished up.

Daisy, sensing the loop closing, tapped her card on the reader Scott slid over, the transaction beeping softly. She gathered two of the frosty glasses, the condensation cool against her palms, and nudged Lois with her hip.

'Come on, flirt machine. Grab the other two and let's bounce. Leave the poor guy alone to enjoy his drink in peace, he's clearly not in the mood for your brand of chaos.'

Lois straightened up with a dramatic sigh, but her eyes sparkled with mischief as she scooped up the remaining glasses. She shot Cassian one last smile, slow and inviting, topping it with a wink.

'Your loss, big guy. But hey, you know where to find me if you change your mind.'

With that, she turned on her heel, sauntering back toward their spot, hips swaying just a touch extra for show. Daisy lingered a second, balancing the drinks carefully as she huffed a light laugh, glancing at Cassian with an apologetic tilt of her head.

'Sorry about her, she's like a heat-seeking missile for cute guys. Enjoy your night.' Her tone was joking, light-hearted, a quick flash of her full lips curving into a grin before she followed Lois, her heels clicking away into the crowd.

Cassian couldn't help it, his gaze tracked her as she went, the way her auburn hair caught the light, the confident stride in those ripped jeans that hugged her legs just right. The boob tube left a sliver of midriff bare, and yeah, she was stunning, no denying it. He wasn't hunting for a hookup tonight but if anyone was going to change his mind it was a girl like that.

Scott watched the whole thing unfold, his low whistle cutting through the moment as Daisy disappeared around a cluster of patrons. He leaned on the bar, eyes lingering appreciatively before flicking back to Cassian with a raised eyebrow.

'Jesus, man. If that doesn't get your blood flowing south tonight, then something is seriously wrong with you. That one's a knockout, curves for days, and that walk? Come on, even you gotta feel that pull.'

Cassian tore his eyes away, a reluctant grin tugging at his mouth as he picked up his drink again. 'Yeah, she's something, alright'.

The girls threaded back through the throng of bodies, the pitchers of cosmos sloshing lightly in their grips as they dodged a cluster of dancers swaying to the thumping bass. Lois led the way, her steps bouncy with that post-flirt high, while Daisy brought up the rear, careful not to spill as she balanced the glasses. The booth came into view, Jane and Margo already leaning forward in anticipation, their empty cups pushed to the side like casualties of the evening's revelry.

Lois slid into her seat first, setting the pitcher down with a triumphant clunk that drew a few stray glances from nearby tables.

'Mission accomplished, ladies. And let me tell you, the bar's looking finer than ever tonight.' She poured generously, the pink liquid fizzing as it filled the glasses, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Jane snatched up a fresh drink immediately, taking a long sip before propping her chin on her hand. 'Did Scott give you the hookup discount again? Or was it that guy a few stools down who caught your eye? I saw you eyeing him like he was the last slice of pizza.'

Margo laughed, scooting over to make room for Daisy, who squeezed in beside her and distributed the remaining glasses. Lois leaned back, crossing her legs with a dramatic flourish, her short skirt riding up just a bit as she savoured the moment.

'Oh, that burly guy at the end? Total smoke show. Built like he could bench-press the whole bar, dark hair, those intense eyes, I'm talking tall, dark, and handsome on steroids. I totally almost had him agreeing to come over. Gave him my best lines, the full pout and wink routine. He was polite about it, but I could tell he was tempted.' She waggled her eyebrows, sipping her cosmo with exaggerated satisfaction.

Daisy snorted, clinking her glass against Lois's before settling into the booth's cracked vinyl. The cool edge of the table pressed against her bare midriff, a reminder of how her olive-green top left her feeling exposed yet empowered in the bar's hazy glow.

'Almost had him? Please. You were shooting your shot like it was the last one of the night. Can't be that desperate for a bit of good dick already, you only broke up with Mark on Thursday.'

‘Daisy's got you there, Lois. Freshly single and already prowling? Mark's lazy ass hasn't even hit the pavement yet.' Jane grinned over at her friend.

Lois grinned unrepentantly, her cheeks flushing from the alcohol or the thrill, maybe both. She raised her glass in a mock toast, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr.

'Exactly! My first taste of freedom, and I want it to taste exactly like tall, dark, and handsome over there. Mark was all talk and no follow-through, time to upgrade to something that can actually handle the job.' She licked her lips for effect, drawing another round of giggles from the group.

Margo wiped a tear from her eye, her straight hair falling forward as she shook her head. 'You're shameless. But hey, if he bites, bring him back. We could use some eye candy that isn't trying to crash our vibe like those dudes earlier.'

Jane set her glass down, her eyes flicking to Daisy with a sly glint. She leaned in, voice teasing but affectionate. 'Speaking of upgrades, if anyone should have a shot at Mr. Broody at the bar, it's gotta be Daisy. Girl, you haven't been laid in five months. I'm pretty sure your dildo's on the verge of ending its own life from overuse.'

Daisy's face heated, a warm blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks, but she didn't duck her head or stammer. Instead, she threw her head back with a bold laugh, the sound rich and unfiltered, cutting through the booth's cozy bubble. Her auburn waves bounced with the motion, and she met Jane's gaze head-on, owning it.

'Hey! Carlos is doing just fine, thank you very much. He's treating me very well, no drama, no ghosting, no awkward morning-after texts. Way better than dealing with the mess of an actual guy or risking another disappointing flop in bed.'

Lois cackled, nearly spilling her drink as she pointed at Daisy. 'Carlos? Oh my god, you've named it. That's next-level commitment. Does he come with his own playlist, or do you just whisper sweet nothings to him in the dark?'

Margo joined in, her voice pitching up in mock seriousness as she clutched her chest. 'Carlos the faithful. Five months, Daisy! Is it really that long since you last got fucked?'

Daisy huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes but grinning wide, her full lips curving in that confident way that made her feel in control even as the teasing rained down. She took a swig of her cosmo, the tart sweetness bursting on her tongue, buying a second to compose her retort.

'Okay let’s not make this a big deal, yes it's been five months. The last person I was with was Liam, and after I caught him balls-deep in his English professor. literally, mid-thrust on his dorm bed, I've been put off men in general. Especially the ones our age. They're all either cheaters, clingers, or can't find the clit with a map and a flashlight.'

Jane howled, slapping Daisy's arm lightly. 'Preach! Liam was a walking red flag anyway but his professor?! That's some next-level betrayal. But come on, Carlos can't be that good. Doesn't he leave you wanting more? Like, actual arms around you, or at least someone who can buy you breakfast after?'

Lois piled on, her grin feral. 'Exactly. Dildos are great for the basics, but they don't flirt back or pin you against a wall. Imagine that guy from the bar doing that, bet he'd make Carlos jealous.'

Margo nodded enthusiastically, pouring refills all around. 'Or at least give you a story better than 'self-love Saturday.' Five months is a drought, babe. Time to rehydrate with something real.'

Daisy waved them off, still laughing, her blush fading into easy amusement as she leaned back, crossing her arms under her chest. 'You all are the worst. Carlos and I have a solid routine, no STD scares, no emotional baggage. Men? They come with fine print. But fine, tease away. Just remember, I'm the one who's drama-free tonight.'

The booth dissolved into more laughter, glasses clinking in solidarity, the air thick with their shared secrets and the bar's pulsing energy. Unbeknownst to them, just a few feet away at the bar, Cassian and Scott had caught every word. The counter's curve and the night's acoustics carried the snippets clearly, Lois's bold assessment of him, the playful jabs at desperation, and then the raw honesty spilling from Daisy's lips about her dry spell, the named toy, the cheating ex.

Cassian's bottle paused halfway to his mouth, his eyebrows lifting in surprise as he exchanged a quick, loaded glance with Scott, who was smirking behind the bar, wiping a glass with renewed interest. The revelation hung in the air between them, adding an unexpected layer to the evening's quiet rhythm, but neither interrupted the flow just yet.

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Before The Nest

Okay so i've been working on Homebird quite a bit but there's a lot of stuff i reference post Homebird that i figured you guys wouldn't understand so i've decided to post the mini series of how Cassain and Daisy meet and what happens before Homebird takes place. This will be a mini series compared to the length of my other stuff so i'll get it posted in full as soon as i can 😘

[azrielsshadowbaby]

Homebird- Chapter Nine

Daisy eased the nursery door shut with a soft click, her shoulders slumping in that familiar mix of exhaustion and quiet satisfaction. Charley's bedtime routine had been a battle tonight, the battle against sleep, teething woes and a restless energy that only amplified after his dad's unexpected return. But now, the house settled into a hush, the kind that wrapped around her like a worn blanket. She padded down the hallway in her oversized t-shirt and yoga pants, the ones that had seen better days but hugged her curves just right after two years of solo parenting marathons.

The faint hum of the shower from Cassian's room had stopped minutes ago, and she wondered idly if he was crashed out already. Deployments wrecked him; she knew that much from the late-night calls and the way he'd stumble through the door looking like he'd carried the weight of the world on his back. But tonight felt different. Charged, maybe. Or maybe that was just the leftover adrenaline from seeing him scoop Charley up out of her arms and into his big frame the second he crossed the threshold.

She turned the corner toward the kitchen, craving a glass of wine or anything to unwind, when she nearly collided with a wall of solid muscle. Daisy froze, her breath catching as her eyes travelled up, and up, from bare feet to toned calves, thighs that strained against nothing but air, and then the low-slung waistband of black boxers that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Cassian stood there, towel slung over one shoulder, water droplets still glistening on his broad chest and tracing paths down the ridges of his abs. His dark hair was tousled, damp, and those hazel eyes locked onto hers with a smirk that screamed trouble.

‘Jesus, Cass,’ she blurted, her cheeks heating despite herself.

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to play it cool, but her gaze dipped involuntarily to the V of his hips before snapping back up.

‘You couldn't throw on a shirt? Pants? Anything?’

He chuckled, low and rumbling, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe like he owned the damn place, which, technically, he co-owned, but that didn't make this any less bold.

‘What, this offends you? Thought you'd seen it all before, Dais.’ His voice was teasing, laced with that gravelly edge from disuse during his months away.

He pushed off the frame, closing the distance just enough to make the air between them thicken. ‘Besides, it's my house. Figured I'd air dry. Saves on laundry.’

Daisy swallowed, her pulse kicking up a notch. It had been like this since the beginning, that one reckless night three years ago, bodies crashing together in a haze of alcohol and bad decisions that led to the best surprise of her life. They'd drawn lines since then: For Charley's sake. But damn if Cassian didn't make it hard to remember why. He was all soldier, built like he could bench-press a Humvee, scars mapping stories she only half-knew across his skin. And now, standing there half-naked, he looked every bit the temptation she tried to ignore.

‘Seen it all before doesn't mean I need a front-row seat every time you strut out like this,’ she shot back, but her lips twitched into a smile she couldn't quite suppress.

She sidestepped him toward the kitchen, but he mirrored her, blocking the path with that infuriating grin. ‘Charley's down. Finally. You wanna grab a beer or something before you pass out?’

Cassian's eyes sparkled with mischief as he raked his gaze over her, unapologetic. ‘Beer sounds good. But only if you join me. Can't have you hiding in the kitchen all night, looking like that.’

He gestured vaguely at her outfit, but his stare lingered on the way the t-shirt clung to her breasts, the soft swell of her hips. ‘Yoga pants? At bedtime? You're killing me here, woman.’

She laughed, a breathy sound that surprised her, and shoved lightly at his chest, hard muscle under her palm, warm and damp. The contact sent a spark straight through her, and she pulled back too quickly.

‘Flattery won't get you anywhere, soldier boy. And don't think I didn't notice you dodging the shirt question. What, trying to shock me into submission?’

He caught her wrist before she could retreat fully, his thumb brushing the inside in a way that was far too gentle for the heat in his eyes. ‘Submission? Nah. Just reminding you what's under the uniform. Been gone six months, Dais. A man's gotta stretch his legs.’

He released her, but not before giving her hand a squeeze that lingered. Then he sauntered ahead, grabbing two beers from the fridge like it was no big deal, popping the caps with a bottle opener from the drawer. He handed her one, their fingers brushing again, electric.

Daisy took a swig, the cold fizz grounding her as she leaned against the counter. Why was she playing along? Eris's number burned a hole in her phone; a fresh start she'd mustered the courage for. A normal guy, stable job, no deployments. Someone who could be there. But here was Cassian, fresh from the battlefield, turning her kitchen into a minefield of tension with nothing but his body and that cocky smile.

‘So,’ he drawled, hopping up to sit on the counter opposite her, legs dangling, boxers riding low enough to tease the line of dark hair trailing south. ‘How's my boy been? You holding down the fort like the badass I know you are?’

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest bloomed at the genuine pride in his tone.

‘He's good. Growing like a weed. Already grown out of all the six-to-nine-month clothes I bought.’ She took another sip, meeting his gaze. ‘And yeah, fort's intact. Though teething's a bitch. You owe me for the frozen teether runs at midnight.’

Cassian winced, but his smile didn't fade. ‘I'll make it up to you. Name your price.’ His voice dropped, playful but edged with something deeper. He swung his legs idly, one foot brushing her thigh accidentally-on-purpose. ‘Dinner? Massage? Or... something else?’

Daisy's breath hitched, and she set her beer down harder than intended. ‘Something else? Careful, Cass, sounds like you’re about to complicate thing.’ But even as she said it, her body betrayed her, leaning in just a fraction, eyes tracing the water droplets on his collarbone, imagining licking them away.

He slid off the counter, closing the gap until he was right there, heat radiating off him like a furnace. One hand braced on the counter beside her hip, caging her in without touching. ‘Complicate? Or maybe just living a little? Come on, Dais. That night... it wasn't just a fluke. You remember how good it felt.’ His free hand ghosted near her waist, not quite touching, but close enough to make her skin tingle. ‘Tell me you haven't thought about it. About me, coming home like this.’

She should push him away. Tell him about Eris, draw that line in sharpie. But the words stuck, tangled in the flirtation she'd missed more than she'd admit.

‘You're impossible,’ she murmured, tilting her head up to meet his eyes, her hand finding its way to his arm, solid, real. ‘And shameless. Walking around like that... what if Charley wakes up?’

‘Then I'll throw on pants. Promise.’ He grinned, leaning in until his breath fanned her lips. ‘But he's out cold. And you... you're not pushing me away. Why's that, hmm?’

Daisy's heart hammered, a rush of heat pooling low in her belly. She could smell him, clean soap and that underlying musk that was all Cassian.

‘Maybe because you're a pain in my ass who knows exactly how to push my buttons,’ she teased, her fingers trailing up his bicep, testing the waters. ‘Or maybe I'm just tired of holding everything together alone.’

His expression softened for a beat, the flirtation giving way to something raw. ‘You don't have to do it alone. I'm here now baby.’ Then the smirk returned, full force. ‘And if you want me to prove it... say the word. I'll dry off properly. Or not. Your call.’

She bit her lip; torn between the safe line they'd toed for years and the fire he'd reignited with one half-naked appearance. ‘You're trouble, Cassian. Big, boxer-clad trouble.’ Her voice was husky now, matching his, and she didn't step back when his hand finally settled on her hip, light, questioning.

‘The best kind,’ he whispered, eyes dark with intent. ‘Admit it, you've missed this. Missed me.’

Daisy hesitated, the weight of Eris's number fading against the pull of the man in front of her. ‘Maybe I have,’ she admitted softly, her hand sliding to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. ‘But don't think this means anything. We're just...’

‘Flirting?’ he supplied, his thumb circling her hipbone through the fabric.

‘Yeah,’ she breathed, a smile creeping in despite the confusion swirling in her mind. ‘Just flirting.’

But as his head dipped closer, lips hovering inches from hers, Daisy wondered if 'just' was even possible anymore. Before Daisy could summon a retort, Cassian closed the scant distance between them. His lips crashed against hers with a hunger that had been simmering for months, rough and demanding, tasting of the beer he'd just sipped and the raw need he'd bottled up overseas. Daisy's hands fisted in his damp hair on instinct, pulling him closer even as her mind screamed warnings, Charley, the lines, Eris, but her body arched into him, traitorous and eager.

The kiss deepened fast, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tangling with hers in a slick, heated dance that made her knees weaken. Cassian groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her chest as one hand slid up her back, fingers splaying wide to press her flush against his bare torso. His skin was hot, still warm from the shower, and the hard planes of his muscles flexed under her touch. She kissed him back fiercely, nipping at his lower lip, her nails scraping lightly over his shoulders.

‘Fuck, Dais,' he murmured against her mouth, breaking just enough to gasp for air before diving back in. His free hand gripped her hip tighter, bunching the fabric of her t-shirt as he ground his hips forward. The thick ridge of his cock strained against the thin cotton of his boxers, pressing insistently into her belly, and she felt a rush of wetness between her thighs at the feel of him, hard, ready, all for her.

Daisy's breath came in short pants as she pulled back slightly, her lips swollen and tingling. 'Cassian, we can't-'

But the protest died on her tongue when his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A moan escaped her, unbidden, and her hands roamed down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, dipping lower to brush the waistband of his boxers.

'Can't what?' he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he nipped at her earlobe. 'Can't stop thinking about how you taste? How you feel clenching around me?'

His hand yanked at her t-shirt, tugging it up over her head in one swift motion before she could process it. The cool kitchen air hit her bare skin, her braless breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening instantly under his heated gaze. He tossed the shirt aside, forgotten on the floor, and cupped one breast in his palm, thumb circling the peak roughly. She gasped, arching into his touch, her mind a whirlwind. This is insane. We're in the kitchen. Charley could wake up any second. We've built this life, stable, no drama, for him. But the rational thoughts shattered as Cassian lowered his head, capturing her nipple between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue flicking over it in wet, insistent strokes. Pleasure shot straight to her core, making her pussy throb with need. 'Oh god, Cass...'

He growled, switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand kneaded the first. His cock twitched against her, and he rocked his hips again, dry-humping her through their clothes like he couldn't wait another second. Daisy's fingers dug into his biceps, holding on as waves of heat coursed through her. Why was she letting this happen? She should stop him, push him away, remind him of the boundaries they'd sworn by. But her body had other ideas that were apparently out of her control, her hips bucked forward, seeking friction, and a soft whimper slipped out when he bit down gently on her nipple.

He straightened up, eyes dark and wild as he looked down at her, half-naked and flushed in the dim kitchen light.

'Look at you. So fucking perfect. Been dreaming about this every night in that fucking desert.' His hands went to her waistband, fingers hooking into the elastic of her yoga pants, but he paused, searching her face. 'Are you gonna tell me to stop? Gonna tell me this doesn’t feel right?’

She should. She really should. The stable home they'd carved out, playdates, nappy schedules, shared custody without the mess of sex complicating it all. Eris was a chance at something normal, uncomplicated. But Cassian's touch ignited every nerve, and her hands moved of their own accord, helping him shove the pants down her hips. They pooled at her ankles, leaving her in just her panties, simple cotton ones that were already soaked through.

'I... I don't know why I'm doing this,' she admitted breathlessly, stepping out of the pants, her voice trembling with conflict. 'We said no more. For Charley.'

Cassian kicked the pants aside, his gaze raking over her nearly bare body like he was starving. 'Charley's fine. He's sleeping. And right now, it's just us.'

He spun her around suddenly, her hands bracing on the cool granite counter as he pressed up behind her. His cock nestled against the cleft of her ass through his boxers, hot and insistent, and he ground against her slowly, one arm banding around her waist to hold her steady.

'Fuck, your ass... been wanting to bury myself in it since I walked in that door.'

Daisy gripped the counter edge, her breasts pressing into the hard surface, nipples scraping deliciously with each breath.

'Cassian, wait-' But her protest was half-hearted, her body leaning back into him, ass pushing against his hardness. The conflict raged in her chest, this could ruin everything they'd built, turn their co-parenting into a tangled mess of jealousy and regret. Yet the ache between her legs drowned it out, her pussy clenching emptily, desperate for him.

He didn't wait. With a grunt, Cassian dropped to his knees behind her, hands gripping her hips to yank her panties aside in one rough pull. The fabric tore slightly at the seam, but she didn't care, cool air kissed her exposed pussy and ass, making her shiver. He spread her cheeks with his thumbs, exposing her fully, and she felt his hot breath fan over her slick folds.

'So wet for me already. Knew you missed this pussy getting eaten.'

Before she could respond, his face shoved forward, nose pressing into the crease of her ass as his tongue plunged straight into her pussy from behind. Daisy cried out, the sound echoing too loud in the quiet kitchen, her legs trembling as he licked her with broad, flat strokes, devouring her like a man possessed. His tongue delved deep, fucking in and out, then flattened to lap at her clit, circling the swollen nub with relentless pressure.

'Oh fuck, Cass!' she gasped, pushing back against his mouth, her body betraying every ounce of her internal war. 

This is wrong. Stop. Think of the morning, awkward explanations, the risk to our routine. But she could stop him even if she wanted to, the pleasure overrode it all, his stubble scraping her inner thighs, his hands kneading her ass cheeks as he spread her wider. He sucked her clit into his mouth, humming vibrations against it, and stars burst behind her eyelids.

'Taste so goddamn good,' he mumbled between licks, his voice muffled against her flesh.

One hand slid between her legs, two fingers pushing inside her pussy alongside his tongue, curling to hit that spot that made her see white. He pumped them in and out, slick sounds filling the air as he ate her out voraciously, tongue flicking her clit while his fingers thrust deep.

'Gonna make you come all over my face, Dais. Then I'm gonna fuck you right here.'

She moaned, head dropping to rest on her arms, hips grinding back shamelessly.

'Ahh, god, right there... fuck, don't stop.' The words tumbled out, desperate and needy, her body arching as tension coiled tight in her belly.

His free hand slapped her ass lightly, the sting blooming into heat that only heightened the sensations, his mouth never relenting, sucking, licking, probing every inch of her dripping pussy.

'That's it, baby. Let go,' he urged, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on her clit before diving back in, tongue spearing into her hole while his fingers rubbed circles over her g-spot. Daisy's thighs quivered, the build-up crashing over her like a wave, and she shattered with a muffled cry, pussy clenching around his fingers as she came hard, juices flooding his mouth.

Cassian lapped it all up, groaning in approval, his cock throbbing untouched in his boxers as he prolonged her orgasm with slow, soothing licks. When she finally slumped against the counter, panting, he rose up behind her, pressing kisses along her spine.

'See? Not so bad to give in once in a while.' His hand stroked her side gently, but the hunger in his voice promised more. 'Now turn around. I want to see your face when I slide into that tight pussy.'

She hesitated for a split second, her palms flat on the counter, heart pounding. Why am I even considering this? Eris texted me earlier, normal dates, stability. Not this reckless heat with the father of my child. But her body betrayed her again, twisting in his hold until she faced him, her back to the counter edge. Her eyes locked on his, dark and stormy with lust, and before she could voice another doubt, Cassian hooked his hands under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter. He didn't set her down fully, instead, he hoisted her higher, gripping the soft undersides of her thighs with strong fingers, spreading her legs wide. Her ass perched precariously on the very edge, barely supported, her weight held up entirely by his arms and the tension in her core. She spread her legs instinctively, hands spread behind her holding her weight, her pussy exposed and dripping just inches from his crotch. The position left her vulnerable, suspended like that, tits heaving with each ragged breath, nipples still peaked and sensitive from his earlier attention.

'Cassian...' she whispered, her voice a mix of warning and want, hands clutching his shoulders for balance.

The cool granite bit into her skin where she touched it, a stark contrast to the fire building inside her. He didn't respond with words at first. Instead, he shoved his boxers down with one hand, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and veined, the head flushed purple and leaking pre-cum. Daisy stared, mesmerized, as he fisted himself, stroking once, twice, lining up with her entrance.

'Watch me, baby,' he growled, eyes boring into hers. 'Watch how I stretch this pretty pussy open.'

She did, unable to look away, her gaze dropping to where his cock nudged her folds apart. The sight made her breath hitch, his tip parting her slick lips, pushing in slow at first, the stretch burning deliciously as he sank deeper. Inch by inch, he filled her, her walls clenching around the intrusion, pulling him in like they remembered every thrust from that one wild night years ago.

'Oh god,' she moaned, head falling back slightly, but she forced her eyes down again, watching the way her pussy swallowed him whole until his hips met hers, balls pressed against her ass.

'Fuck, you're so fucking tight,' Cassian grunted, holding her thighs firm as he adjusted his grip, keeping her lifted just off the surface. His biceps bulged with the effort, veins standing out on his forearms, but he didn't falter. 'Like you were made for my cock. Been too long since I wrecked this hole.'

Daisy whimpered, the fullness overwhelming, hitting spots she didn't even know she had. No one's ever made me feel like this, Eris was sweet, but this... this is primal. Her internal voice chided her even as pleasure sparked through her nerves. Why was she letting him do this? The kitchen counter where they made Charley's breakfast, the same spot they'd argued over custody schedules. This could shatter their careful balance, invite chaos back into their lives. But the way he throbbed inside her, hot and unyielding, drowned out the doubts. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, her pussy gripping him desperately, before slamming back in with a wet smack. Daisy's tits bounced with the force, jiggling freely, and she watched them sway, the motion hypnotic as he set a rhythm, deep, punishing thrusts that rocked her body.

'Ahh! Cassian, yes!' she cried, her voice breaking on a moan, nails digging into his shoulders.

'That's it, take it,' he rasped, pounding harder, his hips snapping forward relentlessly.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the kitchen, mingled with the obscene squelch of her wetness coating his shaft. He held her thighs higher, angling her so he could drive even deeper, the head of his cock battering her cervix with each plunge.

'Look at those tits bouncing for me. Fuck, I could watch them all night while I rail you.'

She did look, glancing down at her chest heaving, nipples tracing arcs in the air with every thrust. The visual sent a fresh gush of arousal around him, easing the way as he fucked her faster.

'It feels... so good baby,' she gasped, conflicted tears pricking her eyes even as ecstasy built. 'We can't keep…oh fuck, harder!'

Cassian laughed low, a dirty sound that vibrated through her. 'Can't keep what? Pretending you don't crave this dick? Beg for it, Dais. Tell me how much you need me pounding your slutty little cunt.' He shifted his hold, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple, twisting it sharply while he rutted into her like a man starved.

Her resolve crumbled under the onslaught, body arching as pleasure coiled tight.

'Please, Cassian... fuck me harder. I need it, need your cock so deep!' The words spilled out, begging, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts despite the voice in her head screaming to stop. This is why we set boundaries. One slip, and everything unravels. But she'd never felt this full, this alive, the friction igniting every nerve.

'Good girl,' he praised, voice gravelly as he obliged, slamming into her with brutal force.

Her ass lifted off the counter edge completely now, held aloft by his grip on her thighs, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him.

'Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name. Imagine walking around tomorrow, thighs sticky with my mess, our little secret while you play mom.' His filthy words pushed her closer, her hand dropping to rub her clit in rough circles, thumb pressing hard.

Daisy moaned louder, the pressure unbearable, her tits bouncing wildly as he jackhammered into her. 'Yes, oh god, yes! Don't stop, I'm gonna come again!'

She watched his cock disappear inside her over and over, the sight obscene and intoxicating, her walls fluttering wildly.

'Come on my cock, then,' he demanded, teeth gritted, sweat beading on his brow. 'Milk me, baby. Squeeze that pussy around me while I fuck you senseless.' He thrust erratically now, his own release building, breaths coming in harsh pants as he held her suspended, muscles straining.

The command tipped her over, orgasm crashing through her like lightning. 'Cassian! Fuck, I'm coming!' she screamed, pussy spasming hard, juices squirting around his pistoning cock. Her body shook in his hold, tits quivering, vision blurring as waves of bliss ripped through her.

Cassian groaned, feeling her tighten like a vice, but he wasn't done yet. 'Shit, Dais, that's it, now get ready for me. I want to paint that pretty face of yours.'

His voice was strained, hips still buried deep as he rode out her climax, but he pulled out suddenly with a wet pop, her pussy clenching at the loss. He lowered her carefully, setting her ass fully on the counter this time, her legs dangling over the edge, feet brushing the floor.

Her mind whirled, This is insane, we're crossing every line, but her body obeyed, sliding off the counter with a soft thud, knees hitting the kitchen tile as she dropped in front of him. She looked up, eyes wide and glassy, tilting her head back and parting her lips, tongue extending flat and ready, a string of saliva already forming at the tip.

'Like this?' she whispered, voice husky, hands resting on her thighs as she held the position, vulnerable and eager despite the turmoil inside.

'Fuck yes, just like that,' Cassian growled, his hand pumping his cock faster now, the head of his cock swelling, pre-cum beading at the slit. He towered over her, free hand tangling in her hair to hold her steady, guiding her face closer.

'Open wide, gonna shoot all over that tongue, your cheeks, those perfect lips. Mark you as mine.'

Daisy moaned softly, the degradation sending a forbidden thrill through her, her pussy still throbbing from her release. She watched his fist blur on his shaft, the veins pulsing, imagining the hot ropes splattering her skin.

'Do it, Cassian... please, give it to me,' she begged, tongue quivering slightly, eyes locked on his.

He was right there, balls drawing up tight, a guttural sound building in his throat. 'Here it comes, fuck, take it all!'

The first spurt erupted, thick and white, arcing toward her open mouth-

BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The shrill alarm pierced the air like a siren, blasting relentlessly from the nightstand beside Daisy's bed. She jolted awake with a gasp, heart hammering, sheets tangled around her sweat-dampened body. The dream faded fast, leaving her disoriented, cheeks burning as she fumbled for her phone, silencing the noise with a shaky swipe.

Panting, she sat up in the dim morning light of her bedroom, the empty side of the bed a stark reminder of reality. Charley was still asleep in his room down the hall, and Cassian... Cassian wasn’t due back anytime soon. Not in her kitchen, not with her on her knees begging for his cum. 

God, what is wrong with me? She pressed her thighs together, feeling the slick evidence of her arousal from the dream, a frustrated whimper escaping her lips. For a few seconds she didn’t move, before she groaned quietly, rolling onto her back and dragging a hand over her face.

‘Jesus Christ…’

Cassian had been there in the kitchen, her kitchen, the one she stood in every single day. The one she’d made breakfast in yesterday. The one where Charley’s dinosaur cups still lived by the sink. It had felt stupidly real. His weight against her. The warmth of his chest. The rough scrape of his voice in her ear. Daisy squeezed her eyes shut again.

‘Brilliant,’ she muttered under her breath.

Her whole body felt tight with the leftover tension of it, that frustrating half-awake state where the dream hadn’t quite left her system yet. And the worst part? Her brain had filled in every detail perfectly. Because she knew exactly what Cassian felt like. Three years hadn’t erased that memory nearly as well as she’d like to pretend.

She rolled onto her side with a quiet groan, shoving her face into the pillow for a second like that might erase the images still replaying in her head. It didn’t. If anything, it made them worse. His voice in the dream had been low and teasing. The way it used to get when he was being deliberately smug. The way he’d sounded that night they’d met. Her stomach flipped slightly at the memory.

She pushed the pillow away with a frustrated huff. ‘Stop it.’

Because this was exactly what she was not supposed to be doing. Not now. Not when things with Cassian were already complicated enough. Not when she’d spent the last week deliberately trying to step back from all of that. Her hand reached blindly for her phone on the bedside table.

6:47am.

Charley was still asleep, a small miracle. Her notifications lit the screen. And right at the top sat a message.

Eris.

Sent about twenty minutes earlier. She blinked at it for a second before opening it.

Eris: Morning. I’m aware it’s early but I’ve been awake for an hour and thought I’d risk it.

Her lips curved faintly despite herself. They’d been texting for the better part of a week now. Nothing heavy. Nothing serious. Just… conversation. Flirting that had snuck in gradually without either of them really pointing at it. And tomorrow was the coffee date. She stared at the message again. Then another one came through.

Eris: If you’re asleep ignore this. If you’re awake I expect at least mild enthusiasm.

A quiet laugh escaped her before she could stop it. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment. Her brain, unfortunately, decided to replay the dream again right then. Cassian’s hands. His voice. His cock.

The feeling of being pinned between him and the counter. She exhaled slowly.

‘Not helpful.’

Because now she was lying in bed with the ghost of that dream still buzzing through her body while staring at a sweet text from a man she was supposed to be going on a date with tomorrow. Her life was ridiculous. She finally typed back.

Daisy: It’s 6:47 in the morning.

The reply came almost instantly.

Eris: So you are awake.

She rolled her eyes.

Daisy: Barely.

Eris: I’ll take that as enthusiasm.

She smiled despite herself, pushing her hair out of her face.

Daisy: What are you doing awake at this hour?

Three dots appeared.

Eris: Work. Unfortunately.

Daisy: I forgot some people are productive before 9am.

Eris: And some people clearly are not.

She huffed a quiet laugh. Her body was wound tight, the kind of restless tension that made it hard to settle back into the calm of morning. Her mind kept drifting back to it against her will. Cassian’s mouth at her neck. The warmth of his hands. She squeezed her eyes shut again for a second. Focus. Eris. Coffee tomorrow. Normal adult behaviour. Not inappropriate dreams about the father of your child.

Eris: How’s the small tyrant this morning?

She glanced toward the baby monitor on the bedside table. Charley was still star fished across his bed, one leg outside the blanket.

Daisy: Still asleep. Miraculously.

Eris: That sounds suspicious.

Daisy: It means chaos will start in about ten minutes.

Eris: I’m looking forward to witnessing this chaos tomorrow.

Her stomach fluttered faintly at that reminder. The coffee date. The first real date she’d been on in… god, years.

Daisy: You’re very confident I’m still coming.

Eris: You agreed.

Daisy: I could panic and cancel.

Eris: You won’t.

She raised an eyebrow at the screen.

Daisy: Confident again.

Eris: You don’t strike me as someone who backs out of things.

That made her pause. Because he wasn’t wrong.

Daisy: It’s just coffee.

Eris: It’s definitely a date.

She laughed quietly. That line again. Her body shifted restlessly under the covers. God, her brain was still betraying her with flashes of that dream. The warmth of Cassian’s mouth on her. The sound of his voice.  She scrubbed a hand down her face again.

Daisy: You’re very sure of yourself.

Eris: Not at all.

A beat. Then another message.

Eris: But I am looking forward to it.

Her chest did something small and inconvenient at that. He was easy to talk to. Uncomplicated. No history. No emotional landmines. Just… interest.

Daisy: We’ll see if you’re still saying that after an hour with me.

Eris: I’ve survived worse things.

She snorted.

Daisy: Rude.

Eris: Honest.

She shook her head, smiling despite the lingering frustration buzzing under her skin. The dream had left her restless. Her brain knew exactly whose fault that was. And it was incredibly unhelpful. Especially when tomorrow she was supposed to be sitting across from another man at a coffee shop pretending her life wasn’t a complicated mess of almost-kisses, arguments, and inappropriate dreams about Cassian in her kitchen.

Upstairs the baby monitor crackled softly. Charley shifted. Daisy sighed, pushing herself upright in bed.

‘Alright,’ she muttered.

Time to start the day. Before her brain had the chance to wander back to Cassian again. Daisy forced herself out of bed before her brain could spiral any further. Little flashes of it kept sneaking back when she wasn’t paying attention, the warmth of Cassian behind her, his hands on her hips, the way his voice had sounded in her ear. It was deeply inconvenient. She showered quickly, tying her hair up into a loose bun and pulling on leggings and an oversized t-shirt before heading downstairs.

The house was quiet. That rare, golden half hour before Charley woke up. She moved through the kitchen automatically, switching the kettle on, opening the blinds to let the grey morning light spill in. The familiar rhythm of the morning helped settle her a little, cups out, cereal ready, banana sliced.

Normal. Domestic. Not the kitchen from her dream. She leaned against the counter with her coffee, trying very hard not to picture Cassian’s hands  holding her up on that exact spot again.

‘Get it together,’ she muttered under her breath.

Upstairs, Charley’s door creaked. Then the unmistakable sound of little feet padding across the hallway.

‘Mummyyyy.’

Daisy smiled despite everything. ‘In here Bug.’

He appeared moments later, hair a wild mess, bat tucked under one arm, dummy still hanging from his mouth.

‘Morning,’ she said softly.

‘Morning.’

He climbed onto his chair with the seriousness of someone beginning an important task. ‘Daddy call today?’

Her stomach gave a small twist.

‘Maybe later,’ she said gently. ‘Let’s have breakfast first.’

He accepted that answer with a nod and immediately became very invested in his cereal. The morning passed in the usual way. Toast crumbs. Juice spills. Charley narrating everything he did like a tiny sports commentator. After breakfast Daisy moved into full tidy mode, wiping down surfaces while Charley sat on the floor with his dinosaurs, making them roar at each other.

The house needed a quick reset. Daisy wiped down the kitchen counters, humming absentmindedly as she worked. Then she moved to the breakfast bar. The cloth paused in her hand the second she touched the edge of it. Her brain betrayed her immediately. That exact spot.

Her chest pressed against the counter, Cassian with his face buried into her. She shut her eyes briefly.

‘Oh for god’s sake.’

Her cheeks warmed even though she was completely alone. She wiped the surface quickly, aggressively, like she could erase the memory that way.

‘Roar!’ Charley announced loudly from the floor.

‘So scary!,’ she replied automatically.

Her phone buzzed on the counter. She glanced at it. Video call. Cassian. Her stomach dropped. Of course. She stared at the screen for a second too long, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact she had just been mentally replaying a very vivid dream about him while cleaning the exact counter involved.

‘Fantastic timing,’ she muttered.

Charley perked up instantly. ‘Daddy!’ He scrambled to his feet.

Daisy grabbed the phone before he could launch himself at it and accidentally hang up. Her thumb hovered over the green button. She didn’t know if she could look at him. Which was ridiculous. It was Cassian. She talked to him all the time. Except now her brain had helpfully provided a full cinematic experience of him railing her in her kitchen.

She inhaled once. Then answered. The screen shifted and Cassian’s face appeared. He looked tired. Scruff on his jaw, hair slightly flattened like he’d been wearing a cap, the familiar khaki shirt stretched across his shoulders. And that stupid half-smile appeared the second he saw her.

‘Morning.’

Daisy felt heat crawl up her neck immediately. God. Her brain really did hate her.

‘Morning,’ she managed, trying to sound normal.

Charley bounced beside her. ‘Daddy!’

Cassian’s face softened instantly. ‘Hey buddy.’

Daisy handed the phone down to Charley almost immediately, partially because that was normal, but mostly because she needed a second to not stare at Cassian like an idiot.

Charley beamed up at the screen. ‘I eat cereal.’

Cassian nodded very seriously. ‘You ate it all? Proud of you.’

‘I roar dinosaur.’

‘Even better.’

Daisy turned back to the counter, pretending to wipe something that was already spotless while Charley showed Cassian his toys through the phone camera. Her heart was still beating slightly too fast. Every time Cassian’s voice carried from the phone her brain insisted on replaying pieces of the dream. The warmth of his voice in her ear. The way he’d groaned softly against her neck-

She gripped the cloth harder. Get. A. Grip. Behind her, Cassian chuckled at something Charley said. The sound sent another inconvenient little shiver through her. This was absurd. She’d known this man for three years. Had a child with him. And now she couldn’t even look at him because of one stupid dream.

‘Show me the dinosaur again,’ Cassian was saying.

Charley enthusiastically shoved a plastic T-Rex into the camera. ‘Roar!’

‘Terrifying,’ Cassian replied.

Daisy forced herself to breathe normally. Eventually Charley shoved the phone back toward her.

‘Your turn.’

Great. She took it carefully. Cassian was still smiling slightly.

‘You look like you just ran a marathon,’ he said lightly.

She snorted before she could stop herself. ‘Breakfast with a toddler. Same thing.’

He chuckled. His eyes lingered on her face for a moment longer than usual.

‘Everything alright?’

She nodded quickly. ‘Yeah.’

He studied her for another second. ‘Sure?’

Why did he have to notice things.

‘Just tired,’ she said, turning slightly so she could lean against the counter without facing the camera too directly.

Unfortunately that meant the breakfast bar was directly behind her. Her brain helpfully filled in the rest. Cassian’s hand on her thighs, holding her up as he slid into her. His voice low in her ear-

She cleared her throat. ‘How’s base?’

He shrugged one shoulder. ‘Busy.’

From the floor Charley roared again. Cassian laughed. And Daisy finally dared look at him properly. Which was a mistake. Because the second she did, her brain helpfully reminded her exactly what he looked like fucking into her in that dream. She looked away again almost immediately. Cassian noticed. His eyebrow lifted slightly. But he didn’t comment.

‘Charley behaving?’ he asked instead.

‘Mostly.’

‘Mostly means no,’

‘Mostly means manageable.’

He smiled faintly. And Daisy had to look at the counter again just to avoid looking at him. Because if she kept looking at Cassian while her brain was still full of that dream. She wasn’t entirely sure she’d survive the conversation without blushing like a teenager. And that would be mortifying.

Daisy leaned her hip against the counter; the phone balanced in her hand while Cassian’s face filled the screen. Charley had demanded to show Cassian a dinosaur that had apparently become the main character of the morning, now he was sprawled on his stomach pushing dinosaurs across the tiles of the counter that Daisy had lifted him onto, making quiet growling sounds under his breath.

Cassian watched him through the camera with a small, tired smile. ‘What’s that one supposed to be?’

Charley held up the toy triumphantly. ‘T-rex!’

Cassian nodded seriously. ‘Dangerous.’

‘Roar,’ Charley agreed.

Daisy wiped down the counter again, the cloth moving over the surface automatically while she listened to them talk. Cassian had one arm propped somewhere off camera, his posture relaxed despite the fatigue she could see around his eyes. The khaki shirt he wore was creased like he’d been sitting in it too long, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms.

He looked… normal. Comfortingly normal. Which was slightly unfortunate considering the dream she’d woken up from less than an hour earlier. Her brain had not been helpful since. She tried very hard not to look directly at him for too long.

‘You look like you’ve been up for hours,’ he said after a moment.

Daisy snorted softly. ‘I have been.’

‘What time did he wake up?’

‘Seven.’

Cassian chuckled. ‘Sounds like you got a lie in.’

Charley suddenly shouted. ‘Mumma look!’

She turned slightly, still holding the phone. ‘What?’

The dinosaur army had apparently migrated to the leg of the breakfast bar. ‘Big fight,’ he explained.

‘Of course it is.’

Cassian laughed quietly on the screen. Daisy wiped the cloth across the breakfast bar again, the movement automatic. Her brain, however, chose that exact moment to remind her of the dream again. Cassian’s hands gripping the edge of that same counter.

Her tits against it. The warmth of him behind her. She stopped wiping for half a second. Then resumed quickly. Get a grip. Her phone buzzed softly in her hand. A message notification slid across the top of the screen.

Eris.

Her eyes flicked down automatically.

Eris: Would it be too much to ask that you wear that same outfit from the party tomorrow?.

Her lips curved faintly before she could stop herself. Just a little smile. It was instinctive. Cassian was still talking about something Charley had done with the dinosaurs, and she listened while her brain briefly caught up with the reminder. Tomorrow. The coffee date. Her stomach fluttered slightly. Her thumb hovered over the notification for a moment before she locked the screen again without replying.

Cassian’s voice carried through the phone.

‘…and that one definitely loses the fight.’

Charley roared dramatically in protest. ‘No!’

Cassian laughed. Daisy leaned against the counter again, watching them for a moment. Her thoughts drifted for a second. Because the reminder of the date brought the same thought it had all week. She needed to tell Cassian.

It felt… wrong that he didn’t know.

Not because she needed permission. God no. But because he was Cassian. They told each other things. Important things. And this felt like something he should hear from her, not someone else. Her brain immediately started running through the conversation.

Hey Cass, by the way I’m seeing someone.

That sounded terrible.

Hey Cass, I’ve got a date tomorrow.

Also terrible.

Hey Cass, remember how we nearly slept together recently? Anyway I’m going out with someone else.

Even worse. She rubbed her temple lightly. How did she even start that conversation?

Cassian’s voice pulled her back. ‘…Daisy?’

She blinked. ‘Sorry, what?’

‘You zoned out,’ he said mildly.

His expression wasn’t suspicious, just a little curious. ‘You alright?’

She nodded quickly. ‘Yeah. Just tired.’

Which wasn’t even entirely a lie. He accepted that easily. ‘Fair.’

Charley shoved another dinosaur into the camera. ‘Daddy look!’

Cassian leaned closer to the screen again instantly.

‘Alright, what have we got now?’

Daisy watched them talk, her mind still quietly circling the same problem. She needed to tell him. Not now. Not while Charley was shouting about dinosaurs and Cassian was halfway through a call between whatever work he was doing. But soon.  Before it became something she’d clearly been keeping from him.

Her phone buzzed again in her hand. Another message from Eris. She didn’t look at it this time. Cassian was still smiling at something Charley had said. Daisy leaned back against the counter and forced herself to focus on the call instead. But the thought stayed there in the back of her mind. Tomorrow she was going on a date.

And Cassian still had no idea.

Charley had his dinosaurs lined up now in a careful row like they were preparing for some kind of prehistoric meeting. Cassian watched from the screen of Daisy’s phone, the corner of his mouth twitching as he observed the arrangement.

‘Why are they all facing each other like that?’ he asked.

‘They talk,’ Charley explained seriously.

Cassian nodded like that made perfect sense. ‘Of course they do.’

Daisy smiled faintly, steadying Charley with one hand when he leaned a little too far forward over the counter. Her phone buzzed softly in her hand again. Another message notification lit the screen briefly, Eris. She tilted the phone slightly so the notification disappeared without opening it. Cassian didn’t notice.

He was watching Charley smash two dinosaurs together with dramatic enthusiasm.

‘Roar!’

Cassian laughed quietly. ‘That one definitely started it.’

Charley gasped. ‘No!’

Daisy shook her head, amused. Cassian watched the two of them for another moment before his expression shifted slightly, thoughtful, more serious.

‘Hey buddy,’ he said.

Charley looked up. ‘What?’

Cassian tilted his head toward the phone. ‘I need to talk to mummy for a minute.’

Charley frowned immediately like he’d been personally inconvenienced. ‘Why?’

‘Because it’s grown-up talk.’

Charley considered that deeply serious explanation. Then he shrugged. ‘Okay.’

Daisy chuckled under her breath and lifted him off the counter. ‘Go watch your cartoon.’

He wriggled free and ran toward the living room. ‘Roar!’

A few seconds later the TV theme music filled the house. The kitchen fell quiet. Daisy leaned back against the counter again, phone still in her hand. Cassian had shifted slightly on the other side of the call, sitting forward now, forearms resting on his knees. She knew that posture. Something was coming.

‘What is it?’ she asked quietly.

Cassian rubbed the back of his neck slowly. ‘You remember what you said to me… after the restaurant.’

Daisy’s stomach tightened. She remembered the argument vividly. The anger. The fear. Finding out he’d been shot in front of everyone.

‘You told me if something happened with work… if anything serious came up… you needed me to be honest with you.’

She nodded once. ‘Yes.’

He held her gaze. ‘So I am.’

Her chest tightened. ‘Cass…’

He exhaled slowly. ‘I’ve been pulled from this base. I’m being deployed somewhere else. Somewhere… rough.’

The words still made something in her stomach drop, even though it was a reality she’d lived with for years.

‘Where?’

He didn’t answer immediately. That pause told her everything before he even spoke.

‘Hybern.’

The word landed heavy in the quiet kitchen. Daisy went still. Hybern wasn’t a normal posting. Everyone knew that.

Her breath left her slowly. ‘Why?’

Cassian watched her carefully. ‘Something’s happened over there.’

‘What kind of something?’

He hesitated for a second, not hiding it, just choosing his words. ‘The commanding officer running operations out there got pulled from the field.’

‘Pulled?’

‘Medical,’ Cassian said simply.

Not a lie. Just not the full picture.

‘And they’re sending you?’ she asked.

‘Temporary relief,’ he said. ‘Until they appoint someone permanent.’

Her eyebrows pulled together. ‘Cassian…’

‘I didn’t volunteer,’ he said gently. ‘They needed someone who already knows the terrain, the units, the situation over there.’

‘And that someone had to be you.’

His mouth twitched slightly. ‘I’ve been there before.’

Daisy ran a hand through her hair, the tension creeping into her chest already. ‘How long?’

‘Three months. Maybe four, depending on how fast they can fill the position.’

Her heart sank. ‘That’s not temporary.’

‘It is in army terms.’

‘That’s not funny.’

‘I wasn’t joking.’

She looked away for a second, her fingers tightening around the phone. ‘Why you though?’ she asked again quietly. ‘Don’t they have someone else who could-‘

‘Daisy.’ He said her name gently, but firmly enough to stop the spiral. ‘You know how this works.’

She did. That didn’t mean she had to like it.

‘I hate it,’ she muttered.

‘I know.’

‘You got back from there a year ago.’

‘I know.’

‘And now you’re going back to the most dangerous place they could possibly send you.’

He leaned forward slightly. ‘You asked me to be honest about this stuff.’

‘And you are.’ Her voice was tight. ‘And I appreciate that.’

Even if the honesty was terrifying.

He studied her face carefully. ‘You’re panicking.’

‘I’m not panicking.’

‘You are.’

She exhaled sharply. ‘You’re going to Hybern.’

‘And people come home from Hybern.’

‘Not everyone.’

He didn’t argue with that. Instead he said quietly, ‘I’m going to be careful.’

Her eyes lifted to his.

‘I mean that,’ he continued. ‘I’m not going to be reckless. I’m not trying to be a hero.’

‘You don’t get to decide that half the time,’ she said.

His jaw tightened slightly. ‘Maybe not.’

The honesty in that made her chest ache.

‘But I do get to decide how careful I am.’

She swallowed.

‘And I have a reason to come home.’

Her eyes flickered up again.

‘You and Charley.’

The words landed heavily. Daisy’s throat tightened.

‘I’m not leaving you two behind.’

He said it quietly, but there was weight behind it. ‘I will come home.’

She stared at him through the screen. ‘You can’t promise that.’

‘I can promise I’ll do everything in my power to make sure it happens.’

The kitchen felt too quiet. From the living room Charley giggled loudly at something on the TV. Cassian glanced toward the sound through the screen.

‘Tell him I’ll call tonight if I can.’

She nodded slowly. ‘Okay.’

He looked back at her. ‘You alright?’

Daisy forced herself to breathe normally. ‘Yeah.’

‘You don’t look alright.’

‘Did you expect me to be?.’

‘Fair enough.’

She ran a hand over her face. ‘Three or four months.’

‘Yeah, maybe less but… I doubt it.’

Another quiet moment passed between them. Cassian finally gave her a small, tired smile. ‘I’ll be back before he forgets how to say dinosaur.’

That made her huff a small laugh despite everything. ‘Well that’s good odds.’

He nodded toward the living room again. ‘Go check on him.’

‘I will.’

He lingered for another second. ‘I’m coming home to you both,’ he said softly.

Daisy nodded. But as the call ended and the kitchen fell quiet again, her chest still felt tight. Hybern. Months away. Danger. She couldn’t tell him. She wouldn’t tell him about Eris. Not right now. Not when he was about to leave for a war zone. If the coffee turned into something more… she could figure that out later.

But for now…

Cassian didn’t need that in his head.