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‘ oh —- it wouldn’t be of any trouble ! i want to help you. ‘
‘...Thank you,’ he tells her with a gracious nod. What else can one do when a member of royalty--your own or not--offers you assistance in your studies? ‘Comme d’habitude, your kindness is unparalleled. I wish you only the best of health, but in case of need, I will show that your graciousness has not been in vain.’
‘ yeah, but it’s whatever, ‘
she shrugs her shoulders, blinking at him before laughing. ‘ oolong. don’t worry about it though, you don’t have to, seriously. apologies are enough for me. ‘
‘No, no, I insist,’ he said, paying the barista for the replaced drink before he slipped his wallet back into the pocket of his khakis. ‘It’s just, y’know, it’s one of those days.’
“Oh? Are ya havin’ fun, ‘cause honestly?” She specifically sways her hips a certain way to break their eye contact. Most men don’t bother looking her in the face, even when it’s right there. “This doesn’t exactly seem like your kinda thing… Or maybe you’re just anti-redhead? Wouldn’t be the first time. Sadly.”
‘No, no, I’m...-- I’ve got nothing against...uh...redheads...’ he rambled awkwardly as the sway of her hips caught his attention. He still couldn’t deny feeling rude somehow by looking, even though she and the other women in the club were actively putting their bodies on display.
‘I’m sorry,’ he apologised, awkwardly clutching his perspiring glass of rum & Coke. ‘I’m just...never sure what to do at these, uh, at these things.’
“Are you calling Jon a liar?”
‘...Uh, yes. It’s packed. Unless he just doesn’t know the difference between a--a small get-together and a bunch of...drunk kids ten years younger than us.’
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She smirked a little, a plan already formed and simply busting to be deployed with just the right amount of panache.
“No, I’m suggesting you change it up a hell of a lot” . Kit took a brief glance at her watch, pleased that the timing on this had lined up perfectly with absolutely no forethought. That only proved is was some sort of karmic declaration.
“It’s 1.30. Grab your coat, because I’m taking you to lunch at one of my favourite places. It’s stupidly expensive, wildly decadent and just plain, good fun!”.
‘Oh?’ he asked, genuinely taken by surprise at her suggestion. Then again, this was nothing new--as much as Dean thought he had an idea of what he needed to do to help himself out, Kit was always coming up with inventive ways. Which, he might add, was why he was paying out the ass to see her regularly. She was certainly worth it.
Unsure if it was really the best idea--but leaving the judgment up to his therapist--he stood and gently grabbed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulders and flipping some of his messy bangs from his face. ‘I, uh... -- Where is this place, exactly?’
take the edge of. ha. hahahah. why hasn’t she done this before. she’s basically all edges, sharp and nervous as hell. she laughs shakily and nods, hesitating before taking it back, carefully. she hopes she’s allowed to have more. she inhales it and practically sighs it out.
‘ it - it’s good, good. i - i could u - use the, the relax - relaxation. ‘
‘We all could,’ he tells her comfortingly, chuckling a bit to himself and leaning further back in his chair. ‘--You can smoke the rest of that, if you want.’ he goes onto say, rolling his chair over slightly, as if suddenly remembering something. He decided to flip through a few of his vinyls and put one on--Booker T & the MG’s. ‘Now we can properly chill, heh.’
‘ NU-UH, dean, hold the phone here — I heard a WE in there, ‘ he’s got a finger held up like it’s one of the tablets the testament was etched into. ‘ Look at me, then look at you, which of us got our hands on the thing? Yeah, ‘ gaze drops to the child, glossy eyes momentarily captivating before he’s giving the other adult a stern look.
‘ I think this is a classic case of: your problem. ‘ though that doesn’t mean he’s going anywhere, to the contrary he’s actually paying more attention now. Just has to re-assure everyone in a yard’s radius he’s not STOKED at the idea of babysitting. ( Children always make him nervous, and he does poorly to hide the discomfort. )
‘Uh... But we -- I need...’ Dean stuttered, letting the little one grasp his fingers with tiny hands and stumble along on chubby, unsteady legs. He didn’t know the first thing about kids--he didn’t even know how to hold them. And yet, as if just expecting him to carry the tot around, Maria Constancia had wandered off, leaving Dean on his jacksie with Nel, who was...less than helpful.
Hesitantly, he lifted the babe into his arms, holding her awkwardly about a foot ahead of himself. ‘Did you see where she went? It’s like she...fucking vanished.’
His little princess was getting so big – no matter how small she may seem to Dean. “Well, I’d have to agree with her. My Pippa is a sweetie.” He paused to listen, then nodded once. “I’m sure your niece or nephew will be as cute as a bug’s ear too,” he said with a laugh. “Thank you for babysitting her, Dean.”
‘Oh, it’s no trouble at all,’ he said, lifting the babe into his arms, letting her wriggle gently against his chest. ‘I think we’re gonna get along just fine, isn’t that right, Pipster?’ He smiled at the tot, turning from the little one back to her papa. ‘So, uh...is there anything else I should know, or uh...’
“Son of a–! Yup!” A low stream of German curses passed her lips as her eyes lightly watered, the pain flaring through her nerves. “Christ… But it’s not as if I can just…take time off because my back hurts a little. I have to work and to work I have to pretend that I am not in AGONY.”
He nearly winced himself as she cried out, eyeing a moment where the pain was radiating from. ‘Well, hopefully we can, uh... get you fixed up today. -- Relax the best you can.’ He gently rubbed his palms over her back, positioning them to make the adjustment. And then, in a quick crack!, it was over with. ‘Better?’
❛❛ Danke. Herr Mozart was a very fine composer, yes? I could teach it to you, if you’d like. ❜❜
‘As much of an...honour as that would be, I’m afraid I make a terrible student.’
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The deeper he went, the more jarred her noises were. She let out a long and soft whine that stuttered the faster he went, fingers digging more. She could only keep control in her grip on him now - the rest of her felt too damn good for her to do anything about it.
When he’d stopped, even for a moment, she was about to lift herself a little to look down at him. But they’d changed positions and her arms pressed down into the bed, fingers clutching the messy sheets under her now.
“Oh shit–” She raised her hips just a little, but not enough to mess with their positioning, and she snaked one of her hands down just to spread her lips and start to toy with her clit. “Fuck, D-Dean, f-fuck me..” Wasn’t so much of a demand, more just to add more to the mood and because she felt fuckin’ incredible she really couldn’t help herself.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,’ he breathed out, his gut tensing as he edged closer and closer to that peak. He didn’t want to get there yet, but it was difficult to contain himself, especially when he saw her reach down and rub that sensitive little bud at the top of her pussy. Fuck, if that was the hottest sight he’d ever seen, and he had the best seat in the house, so to speak.
Of course, with her groaning out those lewd little words, he couldn’t deny her, so he thrust himself into her as deep as he could go--which wasn’t the best idea, because it nearly tipped him right over the precipice. But, by some work of God or otherwise, he managed to stop himself, letting those shudders and twitches run through his body for a brief pause before he was able to start working up a considerable pace.
He tried to position himself comfortably while he fucked her, at first grasping both of her thighs to sort of lift her hips towards his, but he abandoned this in favour of hooking her legs over his shoulders so that he could thrust into her as deeply as he could. It was nearly too much, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, so he wanted to make her cum as quick as he could. This he worked towards by easing her hand away with one of his, so that he might rub her clit with his thumb, timed with his thrusts, his other arm securing both of her legs flush up against his chest.
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─ WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL?
IT’S THE YEAR BETWEEN HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE, most kids just go straight to college. they don’t discover themselves like they should, experience the world and help the less fortunate. or something like that, slap whatever label on it you want but joining the TASHMORE PROGRAM is basically an excuse for eighteen year olds to run wild on their campus in upstate new york.
there’s a lake and mountain views, it’s a small town but the townies bring by drugs and there’s a liquor store close by. in between bouts of partying and hormone induced makeouts, there are designated slots where the students are required to take a language class or volunteer at a nearby charity, but those moments are few and far between. the staff is present, but most of them don’t care what the kids do as long as it’s not an inconvenience. hell, some of the college interns or even the younger teachers will join in the fun.
the best part? the first six months are spent in upstate new york, but then the next six months are spent traveling across europe, all different countries - a million experiences.
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any muses joining as students should be 18 - 19, it’s a rule of the program all students must be 18.
if you are triggered by drug use, alcohol, sexual situations, or anything else teenagers on their own can get into this isn’t the verse for you.
you do not have to be following me to join.
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HANSON, DEAN F. student | 18 | hospital volunteer pot-head, band geek, weirdo
it was by his favourite aunt's suggestion that he joined the programme, though the music geek in his rebel phase wasn't too enthusiastic about it. but it gets him away from the hustle and bustle of his hectic life--and from his family. besides, he figures it'll be a nice break before nearly a decade of med school ahead of him. hell, it might even be a new beginning. high school was for chumps; he'll take tashmore by storm.
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