Nadia laughed, knowing that Eevee was just pretending to be nice, but honestly, Nadia didnât really care. She knew who she was â she didnât need anyone else to tell her. âYou donât have to babysit me, you know. Iâm half Russian, half British. My genes give me powers. Tolerance for alcohol is hardwired into me.â Nadia said, sipping at her drink, it barely reaching her. Her tolerance really was something to see and admire. âI know, but sometimes who you think is family is actually one day surprisingly hot. Lev isnât my type, but I donât know â youâd be cute together. You could handle him, Iâm sure.â Nadia spoke her opinion, smiling. She liked Eevee â she was something who had good sense about her and Nadia never minded talking to her. âOh, yeah? What did you study? I couldâve gotten into Oxford at seventeen, but I traveled everywhere instead. You have to go get things â otherwise theyâll never come to you, sweet Eevee.â Nadia spoke, looking at the drink she had in front of her. âWant a sip?âÂ
--
âWho said anything about baby sitting you? Iâm here for the party,â Eevee keeps her tone light, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at the womanâs antics. âI donât think thatâs how it works but if you promise youâre not going to leave me here while you Hulk out because of the alcohol, then I donât really mind.â The Sprite makes its way down the wrong hole and she coughs out in surprise; at this point sheâs not sure what caught her off guard. âNadia,â she starts slowly, wondering how to go on about the topic without sounding too crass but then deciding that itâs easier to just tell it like it is. âLev...is in fact...a homosexual.â A pause. âHe likes dick.â Well one dick in particular but thatâs not her business to share. Thereâs an order for another can, already feeling the sugary high taking form. âNursing. My parents are doctors and they really wanted us to get into the medical field,â she shrugs. âI donât want anything right now. I think Iâm fine where I am.â How pathetic. Again thereâs a shake of her head, the thought of drinking alcohol with anyone other than Lev and Les -- or at least have one of them save her if things go awry -- making her panic flare up a bit. Thereâs also that punch-in-the chest feeling when she thinks about how current-Lev probably wouldnât show up if she asked. âIâm fine. DD remember?â
TW: NSFW (God please donât subject yourself to this monstrosity)
The promise of the night has always been the routine: meet a man at a bar, find yourself in the manâs apartment, play with his drum stick, let him play with your rib cushions, and if heâs lucky, with your lawrence of a labia. Usually Eevee leaves it up to chance and more often than not, strangers disappoint her. This one, though â this one captured her attention from the beginning and now she knows that at the end, sheâs willing to receive whatever he wants to give. Itâs a one off, a romp in the sack until morning comes and Eeveeâs left with memories that will satiate her need to find company for the night. The choice of staying and actually going through with all of this is solidified once he has her in his grasp. The false bravado sheâs put on weakens and it shouldnât already feel this good, but God, itâs been a while since someoneâs shown her how itâs actually supposed to be done. She lets herself loosen under his touch and thereâs a need to beg for more. Fuck me like I donât ever need to walk again, Sir.
Itâs his voice; thereâs something strangely erotic at how a man can sound so controlled and yet so unhinged. Eevee wants to hear him fall apart by her mouth and she continues to tease, lips dancing around the outline of his stick shift, feeling it harden. She loses herself in her mission, not even thinking about how her penis parking lot waits in anticipation. The hand buried in her hair is a reminder that heâs the one calling the shots and God, that makes her want his middle stump even more. Thereâs nothing quite like a man who knows how to take charge and even if Eevee doesnât want to play into submission with someone sheâs just met, she canât help but naturally fall into the role, the desire to please practically burning right through her.
The shirt falls off without warning, her hands automatically reaching to hide or at least block the mark thatâs been branded on her chest. Fortunately her bralette obscures most of it, but after living in Chicago, knowing just how small this world can be, she doesnât give anything to chance. The stranger doesnât seem like the type, though, and thereâs this need to have his mouth on her dirty pillows so she waits for him to release her from the confines of whatever else clothing she has on. Hopefully it comes with a little less ripping â how the fuck is she going to go home with her jiggly puffs out in the open? Â
The whimper that leaves her mouth is out before she can reel it back in. Itâs been a while since something other than glass or plastic has played with her chamber of secrets. Her breath hitches at the way his fingers work her like a marionette drawn to every move of who controls them. And thatâs what this man is doing: controlling her â fuck she doesnât even know his name and she doesnât know how to ask what will I scream out later? Desperate to finally get his albino cave dweller in her, Eevee bucks her hips, tries to practically fuck herself on his digits. The moans come out soft at first, eyes fluttering at how good this feels, how each flick of his wrist in and out of her sperm jacuzzi has the woman craving for more. âPlease,â she breathes out. âI want â I need.â God, sheâs begging now; longfellow is still kept from her and sheâs over here pleading for it.
Like her request has been given â good girl, Evelyn â his cum gun is right there, practically staring at her right in the face. The size makes her eyes widen; how the fuck sheâs going to get the member that he calls his meat injection to fit in her calamari cocking, she doesnât know, but sheâs very excited to find out. Gaze up at the man before her, sheâs suddenly well aware of how he holds her there, how he directs the movements with the earlier grasp by her hair already missed. Thereâs a side of her, the brattier side, that wants to ask just what does he expect her to do without a little guidance but if it keeps his king sebastian from wrecking her carnal curtains, then itâs best to keep her mouth shut.
Or open, in this case.
Leaning in, she takes his one eyed wonder weasel by the mouth, toys with the head with her tongue. She should stop teasing, get it over with so they can both find their release but the sounds he makes, the gratifying feeling it gives her â well, sheâs going to draw this out as much as she can if heâs as good as heâs making himself out to be. Lips around his tan banana, Eevee takes more in, her head bobbing back and forth to get as much as she can. The head of popeye hits the back of her throat, eliciting a groan at the mere thought of just what else he could do with a fuck rod of that caliber.
Finley nearly sneered back, but he refrained from misdirecting his feelings towards that statement. âWrong dude. Promised Lee I wouldnât..â A small noise bubbled from the back of his throat as he struggled to follow through. âLook, I didnât get all of my valuable skills of liberating people of their.. possessions overnight. I started practicing when I was young.â Maybe a bit too young, but technicalities. âAnd when we both graduated from high school.. I might have promised Lee that Iâd, well, slow things down a bit.â To which he most certainly did not.Â
--
"Les. You promised Les you wouldnât join the Russian mob.â It makes sense; while sheâs only a witness to the relationship between the brothers, Eevee gets it. What she still doesnât get is why despite that promise, Fin decided to back Lev up on the whole âpulling back the curtainâ on the bratva situation.Â
Eevee can read between the lines, knows that everyone in Chicago has their thing. âThatâs quite a jump from liberating people of their possessions to --â Joining the devil and his rag tag team. â--signing up for this family.â She keeps any other comments to herself, not wanting to play on the guilt he has. âWhy did you join?â
â I would never, I love that man. If he wasnât already happily married I scoop him up,â a beat â â though Michelle looks like she could beat the shit out of me her arms are killer.â Asli chuckled glancing over at the other. She knew a nervous customer when she saw one but she had made a choice so it would seem the other has made up their mind,
Nodding her head, Asli took a look at the drawing she picked. Itâs minimal geometric shapes with water-coloring. Pretty, different it was a good choice. â We could always put one of the seven Chakras for each sibling inside of the triangles.  And their initial inside of their Chakras.â
--
âMichelle can break me and Iâd say thank you,â Eevee was grateful that the woman seems to be humoring her attempt at stalling. Itâs not that sheâs afraid of needles -- her job in the medical field has already made her desensitized to that. Itâs the memories of she had her two other brands on her that keeps her from getting something personal so permanent; itâs like itâs tainted now.
âThereâs six of us. Would that still work?â Eevee looks over at the drawing again. âActually, do you think we can do something a little less colorful? God, Iâm sorry for being so wishy washy with this. Itâs just -- itâs there forever, you know?â She can practically feel the lily on her shoulder and the spider on her chest.
- && It wasnât his intention to make things awkward but talking to people wasnât his thing nowadays. Yeah sure, heâs always been introverted but it only got worse due to the things he had endured as of late. When he heard her next words, he frowned. âA.. what?â he asked.
--
âA beefalo,â Eevee repeats, face neutral though there is a hint of a smile ghosting her features. âItâs a cow and bison mix. They kind of look like cows on steroids, to be honest, but I heard that theyâre like some type of superfood or something. Maybe someone should look into that.â
âZed told me once as a fun fact and then like a good teenager I made him track down some Viagra to try it. It actually works, but there you go. Stupid fact that you didnât need to know about the little blue pill.â Itâs nice to not be talking about everything going wrong, even if Kat has to admit to knowing this kind of thing.
--
Eevee takes a pause, tries to wrack her mind for a response thatâs not just what the fuck. âSo does it work with all flowers or --.â Oh God, how is this conversation still happening? âIs that how I can keep my hydrangeas in check because I swear to God itâs like my plants hates me. That or I just have a knack at letting things die.â Wait. âBut not my patients.â
â Now you and I both know the answer to that darlin,â words sneered as  the hand round her neck tighten a little more. It would be so simple to just keep squeezing. Did she think that he wouldnât do it? That if given the chance to take out a threat on his family that he wouldnât?
Even as his body responded to hers⊠he could very well put an end to this whole affair. Eevee had been foolish enough to come out here, to continue to egg him on. When what she should have down was turned and found refuge with the people she worked for.
She was always doing the wrong thing⊠or was she?
Eevee made questionable choice in a lot of areas  . But she made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with him And while he love to chalk it up to the fact that she just couldnât resist him⊠even he wasnât that stupid. Silly little Eevee.
TW: NSFW , please skip this is really dumb ty
Darlinâ. The familiarity of an old nickname has Eevee holding back a sneer only for it to come out softly as a moan with the hand around her neck. How stupid it is to still be affected by what he does, by the actions saved for the bedroom, now coming out as a warning: youâre going to die if you canât play this off, Evelyn.
She should have run from the very beginning; as much as sheâs missed her Faust family, Lucian Faust is one that sheâd never admit she wants back in her life. His spawn hammer, though? Thatâs a different story. Eevee has always said that one of these days her stupid decisions will come back and bite her in the ass.
Hopefully he redirects that bite towards her tunnel of love instead.
Thereâs a slight panic when sheâs being dragged, an urge to scream out for help already bubbling against the back of her throat, but he moves far too quickly and if sheâs being honest with herself, sheâs wanted another ride with the lap rocket ever since he started texting her again.
Up against the door, Eevee is left staring up at the man, feeling his tally whacker pressed up against her and oh God, she shouldnât want it this much yet. A minute ago she thought she was about to die and now all she could think about is wanting him inside her. âIf youâre waiting for me to beg for your skin flute, youâre going to be waiting a long time.â Boldly, she leans in close, pressing her lips against his â something chaste for now â before grabbing onto his hand and guiding it towards the slit of her dress. âAre you going to put up or shut up, Faust?â The taunt is meant for him to get it over with, but even then she knows she just wants her trip down memory land to start.
âbe our guest and take lem anytime. she more than misses her aunt besides she can cure you of all the baby fever you might have.âif having a baby even crossed her mind the thought was soon pushed away by lemon getting into something whether it be the trash or the laundry. autumn knew that having a kid would be 10 times harder to keep up with so she was more than content with her pets now. hearing eeveeâs observation made her cheeks hot and she perked up once she realized what she insinuated. âi said nothing.â she insisted.
--
Eevee throws out a faux glare, hand on her chest like sheâs been insulted. âExcuse me, it is not baby fever. I just like babies. Period. And the Navarro name needs to live on and all that.â Even though she jokes about it a lot, even though thereâs a small part of her that actually wants to jumpstart a family, Eevee knows that itâs part of her coping mechanisms or it might be had she actually gone to therapy and figured it out. She just wants to get her life going somewhere even if the risk of her job might not let her live past thirty. âAutumn,â she singsongs, âI wonât tell. You ready to have that kind of forever with my brother?â
âIt means devil child in Russian. What do you think, Eevee, am I some devil child?â Nadia joked, making a monster face and rolling her eyes. Of course she was. âAnd that is why we keep you around, because weâre a lot that likes to drink. At least I am, but I got a great tolerance for it, you know. Half Russian, half British â itâs in my blood.â She smiled, taking another sip, finishing her drink and ordering another. Nadia watched as Eevee looked so bothered about Lev and shrugged. âWhy so scandalized? Itâs just sex. Besides, you could do worse â Lev is decent.â She shrugged. âReally? I never went to proper college, but if I had, every friend Iâd have would have been an ex sex friend. What else is there to do in college anyway?âÂ
--
âOf course not,â the reply is quick, paired with with a smile that she hopes doesnât convey the flare of irritation at the fact that sheâs to babysit a child this evening -- a monster child at that. âAnd here I thought you guys kept me around because of my stunning personality.â Thereâs a quirked eyebrow thrown the womanâs way at the order of another drink; just how drunk is she planning to get? Knowing that the answer probably wouldnât ease the discomfort at being at a bar in the first place, she lets herself settle, ignoring the drunken ramblings around them and focuses on her Sprite. âYeah but itâs sex with Lev. Heâs family. Itâs weird.â College memories are filled with Lev, Les, and every Chad/Brad/Tanner in between. Thereâs a lot to do in college. âJust studies and stuff. Wasnât really that much of a go getter, you know? Iâm pretty boring.â
This was a face he was not expecting when the door opened, though it may have been in his favor. The light from the hall created a halo around her, which made up for the screech that she greeted him with. Maybe having one his cousins finding him, especially after entrusting them with the baby, wouldnât have been the best thing for him at the moment.
âWater? That wonât do much,â He scoffed as he leaned back against the wall now that he familiarized himself with his surroundings. Manor. Linen closet. Who the girl was remained a question. His family had enlisted a lot of unfamiliar faces since heâd been gone, and even then he hadnât paid attention to those around when he had just come to Chicago. âYou havenât seen a baby around have you?â
Thereâs a pinch of frustration, a quiet huff at the fact that Eevee should have probably closed the door the moment sheâs opened it, but sheâs here now and with a family member no less. And so she keeps a look of concern on her face, takes a seat on the floor in the hallway to get a better angle of the man. âI can hook you up to an IV if you want? Get you rehydrated.â Eeveeâs not even sure if the man can stand, much less walk down to the med bay with her.
âA baby,â she repeats, the confusion lacing her tone. âDo you mean a human baby or --â Her eyes widen at the thought. Surely the Vasiles wouldnât --. But then she remembers Oliver and recently Mathias, and she knows that they might not have any limits. âDid -- did you bring a baby to the manor?â Her words come out slow, afraid of what the answer would be. âDid you lose a baby in the manor?â
âRight? Like Iâm not a chef at all, but at least my tortillas arenât cold and dry and Iâm not drowning the flavor out with lettuce.â She scoffed, shaking her head lightly. She could critique food all day. âI donât know, I guess Iâll never understand the hype.âÂ
âPretty sure all their ingredients come in a bag and all you have to do is microwave them,â Eevee shudders in disgust, suddenly getting the urge to make something out of spite against Chipotle. âYou know what? We should cook something. One, because Iâm hungry and two, so we know for damn sure weâre better than some chain.â
âMmmm.â There it is. The annoyance, threatening to come back and take over. Thereâs venom on the tip of his tongue, harsh and far from tempered. How fucking tired he is of this. People tiptoeing around, refusing to answer his fucking questions. One deep breath in. A slow breath out. Repeat as needed, just as Zed said. Focus. Donât blame them, because they arenât blaming you.
Easier said than done.
âYea.â Itâs a slow response, one that has him shaking his head. Hands clasped together in his lap, knuckles white, he clears his throat. âKeep asking questions, and people wonât answer them. They wonât fucking looks at me.â Call it out. Directly indirect. "Iâm fucking trying, alright? Can you?âÂ
So much for indirect.
--
Thereâs a quip ready; not one to back down (back then) when Lev is in one of his moods, Eevee has always been comfortable enough to let her friend know whatâs wrong and where he can shove it. Because she knows that he knows she doesnât mean it, sheâs never been scared of losing the friendship.Â
Given the circumstances, itâs safe to say that it isnât the case anymore.Â
The guilt hits her and Eevee wants to help, wants to do more than play nurse because sheâs come to terms with the fact that sheâd move heaven and hell for Lev and Les. But because her mind hates her, sheâs reminded of the fear he instilled upon her and so she keeps her distance.Â
âIâm not sure how that information will help you but we both know youâre stubborn as hell,â she throws back. âI donât know exactly who. People got fixed up down here real quick and you werenât the only surprise in that boat.â Eevee tamps down the anxiety that comes with remembering the water, the cold, the sound of the propeller.Â
Sheâs about to leave it at that but one look and she knows she has to give him something. âYou should say sorry to Jackson, though.â Her arm throbs; itâs time for meds. âHeâs the only one that matters enough to get guilty about.â
The door swung open, the small gush of air sweeping the room enough to cause him to stir but it was the light that burned his eyes that brought him to consciousness.Â
âNo pupsik!â Lav spat out, waiting for his surroundings to settle around him. He had given the infant to one of the residents in the Vasile manor so he could have a night to himself. Though, Lav had drank so much that by the time anyone else was ready to head out to the bars, he was too far gone to go anywhere and remained at the manor. At some point, he had heard his temporary sitter call out to him because the baby had hit her usual screeching session. Lav had then locked himself in some obscure roomâ a pantry, maybe a closet, or a guest bathroom maybe but it was rather smallâ to avoid his responsibility and eventually passed out from intoxication. He hadnât looked up to see who had found him, but he wasnât sure he wanted to.
Eevee finds herself wandering around the manor, trying to find something to bring back to Oliver and Teddy. Lately she hasnât really had anything to report on and though she hasnât been called out on it -- yet, her mind supplies -- she canât help but feel like sheâs not doing her job right.
Sheâs about to call it quits -- opening doors at random really doesnât give her much to go on -- when one of the rooms hold a figure. The voice makes her screech, hand in her chest from the shock. âYou scared me,â she wheezes out once sheâs found the ability to speak again. The smell of liquor invades her then and itâs only the facade that she wears of actually âcaring about this familyâ that keeps her from shutting the door and letting the man die of alcohol poisoning. âAre you okay,â Eevee keeps her distance but there really isnât much. You look like shit, she wants to say but she has to keep it âsweet and bubbly.â Gross. âDo you need me to get you some water?â
Nadia shrugged, rolling her eyes. âOh, please. My mother didnât call me ŃĐ”ŃŃĐŸĐČŃĐșĐž ŃŃĐŽĐŸĐČĐžŃĐ” ŃĐ”Đ±Đ”ĐœĐșĐ° for nothing.â She giggled and took a sip of her drink. âOh, youâre going to be responsible for me? Youâre the sweetest. I can take care of myself though, darling, although I wouldnât mind a ride home later â but I am a pretty fantastic drunk driver, to be honest.â She giggled, taking another sip. âWait, wait, wait. Weâre not going to just skip over whatever that just was. Friends,â She did an impression of Eevee. âWhat does that mean? Are you and Lev having something extra more than friends?âÂ
--
Eevee can only smile like she knows what Nadiaâs talking about; maybe she can google translate it later. Even if sheâs picked up a few words here and there around the manor, sheâs not quite familiar with the language just yet. She wonders if anyone would question her fluency in Italian, though. âNo drinking and driving,â she tsks. âIâve always been DD so I really donât mind driving us back.â Thereâs a moment for the words to register before the Sprite goes down the wrong hole and she chokes on it. âMe and Lev?â The thought of stealing him away from Leslie is absolutely ridiculous; hell, sheâd kill anyone that tries. âNo, oh my God, no. Weâve been friends since college.âÂ
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