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the name's orion jones. I'm no hero, I'm no savior. I'm just a semi-decent guy with a goal in mind. orion jones, thirty one years old, professional badass, ladies man, and travelling hunter. current residence: yarrow point, washington. touch my car, and I will end you.

[orion-jones]

Haven't looked through this thing in ages.

[belle-notakiller]

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[belle-notakiller]

The desire and the adoration of him wasn’t something that was new for Belle, she had been trying to hide all of her love for him for as many years as she could count. What was new, however, was the ability to show it. And show she did, with every touch, she was gentle, with every kiss she meant it. 

She would stand like this forever, if given the choice. She fixated on his buttons of his suit jacket, undoing them one by one so she could get to him, though he was still wrapped in a shirt. Her hands splayed over his abdomen, his chest. “This is so much better than a quick makeout session in the back of  Yvonne” She said, almost unwittingly as she touched and explored as she pleased. There was no rush with Orion, no awkward fumbling or weird silences. It was just… them, together.

"Okay." She responded, satisfied with his answer. "Oh, I do, do i? I scare big bad Orion Jones? Little old me?" She laughed, tucking her head under his chin. "Well then, I guess you’re lucky I love you." 

[orion-jones]

     He could feel his heart race. It was so unreal, and honestly terrifying in any other given situation. Her touch was so amazing, it made him wonder why he didn't admit his feelings sooner. Orion just didn't know that things would flow so naturally like they were at this very moment.      He was happy that he took that jump, it was so much better than sitting by the sidelines, feeling helpless as he watched the girl he loved suffer time and time again. This was definitely one of those few moments that Orion actually had faith in himself--he knew he could make her happy. There was no longer a doubt about it.      "I couldn't agree more." Sure their encounters in the past were thrilling, but they always ended so... quickly. It dulled the emotional factor immensely. His hands moved freely along her back, her spine, her shoulder blades. It was almost as if he was trying to match her own euphoric maneuvers. How was this so pure? How was this so natural?       These were only some of the questions lingering about in Orion's head, but they were also questions that he didn't mind not having answers to. There was do much to think about in this simple setting. "I am a fond believer in never letting looks deceive me." He replied, a smile on his face as he rested his chin on top of her head. "Oh I know I am. I'm very lucky."

[belle-notakiller]

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[belle-notakiller]

Her fingers danced through the hair on the back of his head as she breathed in his scent. He smelled like he’d just gotten out of the shower, clean, soapy, yet still Orion. Whatever his bodywash or soap was, it smelled fantastic. Belle thought to herself. She might have to finagle her way into a shower… hopefully one for two.

She met his circles with her own, tracing her fingers across his strong and capable shoulders, just taking in the moment, the feeling of being protected. She couldn’t help but brush a fingertip down his warm jawline, from his strong chin to his muscular neck, and around to his short, brown hair.

His forehead pressed to hers in a gesture of affection he probably didn’t notice, but she relished the feeling of being cherished. Of being safe. Sighing into him, she finally opened her eyes and looked into his. “Tell me, honestly. When was the last time you ate? I’ll know it if you’re lying.” She smirked right back at him, waiting for his answer while playing with his hair.

[orion-jones]

     With every new touch brought a new shiver down his spine. It was thrilling, really, but still somewhat juvenile, especially for someone of Orion's caliber.  This was the kind of stuff he was good at. Why did she make him so nervous?       He was comfortable standing here, he didn't want to move. Deep down he hoped she felt the same. His hands moved up just a bit, and moved up and down calmly. Orion admired her curves, her edges, her everything as he expanded his horizon, and moved his hands in a loving manner. The room was quiet, and he liked that. It was definitely something he needed after all the yelling, and the headaches.      Orion became alert once more as he heard her sweet and soothing voice. Any sentence of hers was a new melody that he yearned for. "I had lunch." He said plainly. "I swear to God." He added, his lips curving just a little bit more. "You do know when I'm lying, and it terrifies me. You're scary, Belle." Orion laughed lightly.

[belle-notakiller]

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"I just- these last couple weeks have been really hard, but I feel like I finally found something real." She sniffled, curling herself into the warm comfort of his arms, holding on tight to the solid strength of her best friend. 

She moved her hands from around his shoulders to around his waist, drawing warmth and strength from his. She lifted her head to make it easier for him to reach her face, pressing herself closer to him.

"Well, its a good thing I brought PJs." She whispered back, turning her face to press her lips to his in what was meant to be a short peck, but turned into a caress, a molding of lips and bodies. "Food." She reminded him, breathlessly. "Cristal." 

[orion-jones]

     Orion smiled calmly once more, Belle had the tendency to do that to him even when he didn't want to. She certainly brightened up his terrible day, and it was almost as if she wasn't even trying. It was just so natural for Orion to be happy when she was around. She knew him so well, she made him comfortable in his own skin for once.      His lips met hers passionately, probably a little more than intended. She was sweet, just like he remembered. The Cristal complimented her sweetness with it's classic dry, and flavorful taste.        When she pulled away, he instinctively rested his forehead against hers, and loosely wrapped his arms around her waist. He drew little ghost circles around on her lower back, and smiled a little bigger. "I'm not hungry anymore..." His low voice trailed off as if it was consumed by the slight grin he was wearing.

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the Dean Winchester meme: favorite scenes [1/10]

↳ Dead in the Water – S01E03

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She sipped gently, taking care to let the liquid flow down her throat in a bubbly wave. It tasted light and delicious and she enjoyed every second, taking another small sip. She pressed her cool lips together to seal in the taste and try to contain her emotions. 

All of the love and happiness welled within her, more intoxicating than the champagne. His brows drew together and she attempted another smile to quiet his concern. At his touch, she looked down, fighting the overwhelming tide of finally feeling safe. 

At his declaration, she choked out what could only be called a mix between a laugh and a sob as the tears finally fell. “I love you too.” She got out, feeling foolish for the overflow of emotion, of love and respect and happiness. She wiped her face with fingers cool from holding the glass. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.” She admitted, mostly to herself. “I don’t think I realize that enough.”

[orion-jones]

     "I don't think I do either." Orion replied. Now that he thought about it, maybe he did feel too sorry for himself at times. He still had his car, he was alive, and he had a nice house in a nice neighborhood. It was hard to accept all of that at times, though, because he just wasn't happy. But he was now.      He didn't realize how happy he was until it was getting painful to hold back his own tears--his tears of joy. Orion offered Belle a smile. It soon faded as he tucked his face into her neck. The hand that was once on her cheek moved  through her hair almost effortlessly.      Orion moved her hair from her neck, and lightly kissed it up to her jawline. "Stay the night." He said in a hushed tone.

[belle-notakiller]

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Belle had loved him ever since she could remember, but this felt somehow more than what she was used to. They flirted and teased, knew each other sometimes better than they knew themselves but this serious tint was a new one. It was nice, she decided, however awkward, it was gentle and showed they cared about each other. 

Her eyes lit up in flushed excitement as she saw the bottle. “No way.” She giggled almost child-like as he unveiled the champagne. “Cristal?” She muttered to herself. Her family had never had enough money to spend it on luxuries, and the money they did possess was often wasted on cheap vodka for her father and weapons for her siblings. She’d only ever heard of Cristal, never seen or tasted it. 

Smiling at his back and allowing him to ramble, she thought of all the things she’d missed in her life, she was okay with it if she could have her brothers, Morr and the man that stood in front of her. “That was sweet of them,” She responded quietly, still lost in the moment, in gratefulness that she had this, now, with the man she’d been in love with for half her life.

Taking the glass from his hands, she smiled up at him. “Cheers.” She clinked her glass to his, hoping he didn’t notice the tears welling behind her eyes. “To you and me.” 

[orion-jones]

     Now that he thought about it, the bottle of Cristal was indeed a generous gift. These people didn't even know him, and they welcomed him in a hurry. He was thankful for it, especially now that he saw the smile on the girl he loved's face. Seeing her happy was all Orion could ask for.      The fine glass met his lips soon after the clink, allowing the golden liquid to flow into his mouth and down his throat. He pulled the glass from his lips, and gave her a concerned look. Tears, those were tears in her beautiful eyes. Orion set the glass aside to push a strand of hair behind her ear. He didn't bother moving his hand from her smooth cheek, it felt so right having it there. I felt right having her here.      Maybe he was making assumptions, but he didn't feel as if she was crying because she was sad... but just as happy as he was right now.       "I love you." It was a phrase that he finally felt safe saying. It still gave him chills, there was no doubt about it, but for once they were satisfying. His stomach was doing flips, his heart the same, but the calmness and rightness of the situation allowed him to remain calm and collected as he stood before her.

[belle-notakiller]

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"I get that, there’s always hope, though." Belle smiled reassuringly as he turned to face her. 

A blush crept over her cheeks as he met her eyes, and she saw his confusion mirroring her own. Gratefully ducking her head as he turned away, she tucked her hair behind her ear. She wasn’t often self-conscious but this was a new step for them, and she couldn’t know if she would mess it up. 

"Oh really?" She asked, interest spiked as she took the glass from him, tilting her head in curiosity. "Other than just to wear the suit? It is quite impressive." 

[orion-jones]

     This was an entirely new level for them. There was numerous ways to fuck things up this time around. It made their flirtatious encounters look like the mere child's play it was. Maybe the flirting thing was so much easier because there wasn't any commitment, and when you did screw up, it was easier to apologize, and take another swing at it. Orion knew the ropes when it came to the flirtation department, but here... well, it made him wonder if he was taking a jump that he couldn't quite handle.      Orion shook the thoughts from his head. He wanted this. He wanted her. Orion figured this out five years ago, five long years ago. He was finally getting his chance at it, he wasn't about to mess things up.      "Yes really." He replied as her set his glass down, and moved across the kitchen floor to open up a cupboard. He was greeted with the caps of numerous bottles of wine, bourbon, and whiskey alike. Out of all the bottles, one stood out. That was the one he reached for.      "Cristal." Orion said as he looked at the familiar golden label. "My neighbors gave it to me as a housewarming gift. I thought 'Champagne? When will I ever use this? What a stupid gift.' Then I locked it up in the cabinet thinking I'd never touch the stuff." Orion worked at peeling the foil like wrap until the cork was visible. "But then all of this happened, and the occasion was perfect..." Orion rambled as he popped the cork off over the sink, carelessly allowing it to flow down his hand, he had handled champagne before, he knew the routine.      As soon as it calmed, her wiped his hand on a dish towel, and then poured a glass for Belle, and then for himself. "I wanted to make a toast." His vibrant green eyes met hers. "To new beginnings. No more sadness, no more anger. Just you and me, happy memories, and smiles on our faces. After all the shit we've been through, we deserve it." He raised his glass, eyes still on her.

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She scrunched her nose in response. “We’ll have to work on that.” She quipped, gratefully handing him the packages, stretching her arms over her head and following him to the kitchen. 

"You look dashingly handsome." Belle couldn’t help but smile at his nervousness as she reached forward and adjusted his tie. Catching his gaze, she used it to pull him toward her and plant a kiss on his cheek. "Hi." 

[orion-jones]

     "I don't know if it's going to change. It didn't even stop for the ten years we didn't talk. It always sneaks up into my life, and does something nasty." He said as he pulled out the items from the plastic bags, and set them onto the shiny new counter.       He instantly smiled in response as he turned towards her. "And you. You look  breath-takingly beautiful." He brushed her cheek with his thumb. Orion's hand dropped as he felt a tug on his tie, and her lips were on his cheek. He looked down at her, slightly confused with the unfamiliarity, but then his face instantly cracked into a calm smile. "Hey."      For a moment he found himself getting lost in her gaze, same calm smile on his lips just before he snapped out of it. Orion cleared his throat, turned around to grab two flute glasses. He kept one for himself, and handed the other to Belle. "There's a reason why I got all dressed up, you know." 

[orion-jones]

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I wish you would stop assuming things about me. Aren't best friends supposed to be non-jugemental?

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Oh, hi mom. Didn't know you were here.

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I don't know how I feel about you. But you have terrible taste in men. And friends.

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I think your ego's big to make up for what you lack in height, and inches downstairs.

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"You had a rough day. Same difference." Belle replied as he opened the door, jaw dropping open when she saw he was wearing a suit. "You got all dressed up!" She laughed in surprise, arms full of grocery bags. "Let me just set these down and I’ll give you a proper hello." 

[orion-jones]

"Honestly, this is a pretty basic Tuesday in the life of me." He said in reply. Yeah, things today were stressful, but his life was stressful. Every hour of every day unless he was with Belle. She made things so much easier for him. Orion took the weight from her arms. "Here, let me get those for you." With that, he took the bags, and set them on the kitchen counter.

Once that was said and done, he looked down at himself, holding his tie and looking at Belle, slightly unsure of himself. "It's not tacky, is it? I feel like it's tacky."

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I’ve got ice cream, toaster strudels, lucky charms, fruit loops, Die hard 1,2 and 3 and Uno, but you have to let me in before you can have any of them.

Also, I’m still wearing the dress, but I packed the infamous PJs too.

[orion-jones]

     "That package totally makes it sound like I just got dumped." Orion said through the door, walking towards it as quickly as he could whilst tugging and adjusting his tie. He moved it accordingly, and then adjusted his blazer. Orion then reached for the door, and opened it with a smile on his face.      "I had a backup plan, you know."

[orion-jones]

Text: Hey, are you okay?

Text: That’s a good question.

[belle-notakiller]

Text: Okay. I’ll be over in a couple, I’m going to change out of this dress,

[orion-jones]

Text: I don't know, the dress might still be necessary.