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It was nice to have a moment, without the gentry that usually surrounded him, to just enjoy a simple pleasure. If Genevieve knew that he was acting so casually in front of someone who could easily tell the rest of the upper class that their king was not a formidable ruler, she would kill him, but he didn’t care. Bring on death for a late night fried chicken snack and someone who wasn’t afraid to talk to him like a real person.

Francis laughed, at first out of shock that someone would even jokingly threaten him. It was refreshing, really. “I can’t tell if that’s a threat or a compliment… or both?” He said with a grin. This was fun, and it had been a long time since he genuinely had fun with anything really. “You make a compelling argument… how about a deal? I don’t steal your beloved and talented chef, if you let me visit for fried chicken occasionally.” He wiped his hand clean on his pants, and held it out for Penelope to shake. “Deal?”

Penelope couldn’t remember if she had ever heard his majesty laugh before. She didn’t think so. She’d only been to court a handful of times and seen him on television many more, but she’d never heard his laugh. It was a warming sound, much like sitting in front of a fire on a cold night. She loved it.

As much as she would love to see him again, she knew it wouldn’t happen. This was a rare occurrence that he was visiting her family and once she was married, her husband would be the one to visit him, not her. She wouldn’t stop playing with him, not as long as he would let her. Especially if she heard that laugh again.

She eyed his outstretched hand as if it was a hard decision. “I have a counter proposal,” she replied, returning her eyes to his, “you can come for fried chicken but only in the dark of night and you must be wearing your full bedtime attire. And for your trouble, I’ll introduce you to fried chicken and waffles.”

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Augie wasn’t surprised by the answer, he was more surprised that he didn’t think his idea wasn’t glamourous. He found himself leaning in a little closer, maybe just to properly take in the man’s glorious features. “I think maybe you need to reconsider your definition of glamourous. An island to yourself to fuck on sounds pretty glam to me… but I guess you could prove me wrong.”  He ran a hand through his dark mop of hair, pushing it away from his face. “It’s not too late to just get off this ship and fuck on a beach next time they pull up.” He shrugged, wishing that he could do just that, but unfortunately his family would kill him. He wasn’t the perfect son as it was and bailing on a wedding to get pounded by a beautiful stranger would put him in the worst books. He continued to drink, a smile on his face, “Or, I’m pretty sure there is one of those awful plastic coconut trees next to the pool, close enough, right?”

Duke wished they’d met under different circumstances. He couldn’t let his focus be swayed by this man who was growing more attractive the longer he sat there. Maybe he could let go, for one night. His ego wasn’t that big that he thought one night would ruin his best friend’s wedding. “I think fucking against a plastic palm tree on a cruise ship where there are kids running around is the kind of thing that gets you arrested and put on a lot of lists,” Duke replied before eying the man for a long moment. Something clicked into place and his mind was made up. “I’m gonna get up and leave this bartender a tip then you’re going to follow me back to my room,” Duke started, his voice lower, “I’ve got a bottle of rum in my room and we can fuck wherever you want in there.” He stood up and pulled out his wallet. His fingers grabbed a wad of bills and left it on the bar for the bartender. Duke put his hand on the man’s shoulder before starting to walk away hoping he’d get followed. He hadn’t exactly asked if the man had wanted to but this way they could cut out any bullshit emotional connection he didn’t need right now.

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Jax quickly shoved his phone into his pockets. He should’ve known better than to leave it out but usually he wasn’t texting a girl that he couldn’t stop thinking about. “Dude, that’s some next level paranoia. I’m not some asshole who’d look through your phone.” He said pointedly, raising an eyebrow at his friend, “Okay but… next time I’ll have to kick your ass or something.” He was joking, obviously so. There was no way he would be able to beat Elliot in a fight, even if he wanted to. He took a seat on the couch next to him, running his fingers through his wet hair, “She’s just a friend and I’m not dating her… She’s like way out of my league.”

Elliott rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure Jax thought he was in anyone’s league which was dumb, but he could only tell the guy so many times that people liked him. “There aren’t leagues man, just your own personal bullshit,” Elliott pointed out shaking his head. He stretched out an arm over the back of the couch. “You like her?” Elliott questioned, already knowing the answer. Jax was easier to read than Dr. fucking Seuss.

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It was like Allen’s super power was calming her down. Reina could spend hours overthinking something and one touch from Allen made her feel like everything was okay. He was right. The table moving, Jessica falling… it was all just coincidence. It was just the stress of knowing that soon high school would be over making her connect dots that weren’t there. Even if something inside her felt like it was twisting and knotting, it was better to just ignore it. 

She watched as Allen’s fingers slowly trailed down. She could feel warmth creep up her cheeks. The curtains were closed, but her dad could walk in any moment. With her body pressed against his, she whispered, “Maybe we should go upstairs. Dad will be back soon and I don’t want him chasing you away with a baseball bat.”

Allen wished that her father would take a hike. He was one obstacle Allen couldn’t seem to tackle. Luckily those in charge didn’t hold that against him. He knew once Reina was gone, her father’s love wouldn’t bring her back, but they weren’t there yet. He let his finger continue gently caress her breast as his mind raced with the best option. Upstairs would lead to sex would cause his desired effect, but the possibility of getting caught intrigued Allen. He wondered if he could turn that taboo kink into something she enjoyed. The choice then seemed easy.

He moved his hand lower and began to undo her jeans. “We can hear his car pull up,” Allen whispered before he moved to start kissing her neck. The blood had already started flowing into his own jeans so he pressed his hips against hers to show her what he hoped she would think was the cause of her just lying with him. His hand moved back up under her top and beneath her bra. “You know you’re the only one I think about right?” he whispered, putting a vulnerable tone to his voice as he moved from her neck to her face. He kept his eyes locked on hers. He smiled, as if embarrassed by his next statement. “It’s probably the hormones or something but thinking about you by myself is all I need to... you know,” he chuckled, trying to sound nervous about his admission. His pressed himself, now fully erect, against her hoping to get her to agree to try the more dangerous option for what they were going to do.

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Kaylee laughed as Harper nudged her. Even seeing a small smile was an achievement. She knew that Harper was haunted by terrible things, so she took it upon herself to try and make things less awful and if that was done with excessive cheeriness then so be it. Being cheerful helped to hide her own pain. It didn’t show often, but she felt guilty knowing that Harper had been through so much more. She had no right to be upset about things in her own life when others had dealt with more. “I know. I’m insufferable.” She smiled, cradling her bowl of cereal so she could take a mouthful. “How about… if we get good money from this job, we go out somewhere nice for dinner? It’s not that I don’t love noodles and cereal but I dunno, we should treat ourselves.”

“Are you asking me out on a date Kaylee Prince?” Harper asked in a teasing tone after picking up her own cereal bowl. She took a seat at the small table and watched as Pudge chewed on a bone bigger than his head. Harper liked to think one day they’d settle down and have place where their furniture didn’t fold into beds.”I’m okay with anything that involves you wearing something pretty,” Harper continued teasing.

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Augie sipped his drink, fighting back the urge to down the whole thing and just get down to business. But this wasn’t work and he wasn’t being paid to forgo the part where he had to get to know someone. “Sounds like you need better friends.” He replied with a smirk, leaning a little closer. Augie raised an eyebrow as he felt the man’s finger against his leg. If that wasn’t a very subtle move, then he didn’t know what was. “I’m not sure if the perfect getaway actually exists.” he answered with a shrug, “But the closest thing for me would be backpacking in Europe. No itinerary. No planned stops. No fancy hotels. Just getting in on the ground level with the locals and skipping the tourist bullshit. Maybe I’d get a job in a French vineyard when funds got low, and then just go wherever I want, whenever I want.” He smiled, stealing a glance at his new ‘friend’, “I’m sure you’d think of something more glamorous?”

Duke was a little disappointed by the guy’s answer but he appreciated the honesty. Or the assumed honesty. He couldn’t see this twenty-something willing to slum it for the experience of it all, but maybe he was wrong. He sipped his drink as his eyes got a closer look at those ridiculous cheekbones. He smiled then nodded. “Glamorous? Probably not. Luxurious?” Duke paused as his smile grew, “Yeah that’s where I shine. I’d pick an island down in the Caribbean where the water is clear and it would just be me and that someone I haven’t met yet. And I mean just the two of us, nobody else could get there unless they had a boat or helicopter.” He shook his head as if it were out of the realm of possibility. It really wasn’t, but he hadn’t met that man yet he wanted to drag to such a place. “I wanna be unreachable and I wanna be able to fuck wherever I want whether it’s up against a damn coconut tree,” he chuckled, “or on a beach in the middle of the afternoon. Just someone who I can be with in beautiful paradise, pretty simple.”

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Finn didn’t want to admit that Mel was right, but she was. He wasn’t a flirting guy. He was much more of a legitimate conversation over a beer kind of guy. Pick up lines were generally tacky and awful and he was going to lose this game. “I’m the master of lines.” He lied, reaching for the shot. “It sounds like you just wanna get drunk, Mel.” He downed it, scrunching his nose at the awful taste. Vodka reminded him of his college which were a blur of trying to get as drunk as possible to forget the fact that he had left his “family” and trying to pretend that there wasn’t a ghost in his dorm. He followed it by downing the half of a beer he had left. He definitely needed to be more drunk to try to flirt with Mel. They were sitting so close, and he didn’t want to move away. The logical thing would be to stop the game and just pretend that he wasn’t feeling something, but the competitive side of him wouldn’t let that happen. He leaned in, desperate to keep a straight face. “Have you heard of an Australian kiss?” He asked, hating the fact that we was even saying the dumb line. “It’s like a French kiss, but Down Under.” He punctuated the sentence with the worst Australian accent ever, hoping that maybe she would laugh and it would break the tension.

For some reason, Finn was not moving away like she expected. Maybe it was the fact that there was this kind of electricity that was giving her goosebumps. Maybe he felt it too. Or maybe they were both just on their way to being heavily intoxicated. She grinned at him as he leaned in. He was running with this game for whatever reason and she wasn’t sure why that made her happy. Her grin disappeared as she rubbed her lips together to keep from laughing. The image of Finn and... an Australian kiss made the blood rise into her cheeks. “Please tell me you walk up to all the ladies and whisper that to them,” she replied before a few chuckles burst through. A few moments later she was laughing and her hand ended up on his thigh to keep her balance. She gripped his leg for a moment too long before looking up at him, her laughter calming down. 

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Toby was not sure about this whole situation. The job description seemed like it was going to be some kind of straight forward memoir or self-indulgent video autobiography, but he’d expected it to be a few establishing shots, some pretty b-roll footage and a whole lot of interview. It seemed pretty obvious from the way that Calliope was acting that it was going to be more than that. He locked eyes with her and felt immediately like he in over his head. He gulped, “Sure, yeah, that’s logical, I guess.” He shifted with his bag and nodded, “I should probably start setting up, so, uh…” He shrugged, guessing that she had already decided the most suitable place and he didn’t want to risk putting his gear on some antique table or a custom rug woven with gold or something. He followed her, squinting as he was met with kitchen windows that streamed sunlight into the room. If nothing else he would be able to get some beautiful natural light shots. “You have a beautiful place…” He said in an attempt of making small talk, “I bet everyone says that though.”

Calliope glided into her kitchen and stopped at her espresso machine. She smiled at his words as she grabbed a mug from the cabinet directly above the machine. “They do,” she started then turned to look at him, “but that’s what their expected to say isn’t it?” She pressed a button on the machine which came to life with a soft hum. She then walked over to the large island and gestured to the table in the corner of the kitchen. “You can put your things there for now. I have an empty room if you need more space and I can order whatever you need to make this a breeze for you,” she instructed. She could almost feel his nerves radiating off him like hot air off the pavement on a summer day. It was absolutely delicious.

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Sebastian looked at the dark-haired woman, a bored look on his face. He was used to that level of pushback. His methods weren’t gentle. People came to him to fix the fuck ups they couldn’t hide, he couldn’t afford to be gentle. Was it a control thing being able to get even the most self-assured person to do what he wanted? Sure, but there was a reason that he was one of the best.

“You’re right, Amari, your father is my client and my job to do everything in my power to make sure that he doesn’t ruin the reputation of everyone close to him, including you.” Sebastian didn’t avert his gaze. He wondered how long it would take for her to stand down, but he adored a challenge. “Now I’m happy to negotiate the specifics, but if you want to keep up the lifestyle you have, we are going to have to work together to get your father’s image shiny and clean.” 

He flicked through his files, a raised eyebrow aimed at Victor, “Now, I can script an apology if you think that you can’t open your mouth without offending the working class, but it sounds better if you use your own words. Maybe your moral support here can help you with drafting something that sounds more sincere.”

Amari loved not having the stress of money like most people her age had, but she wasn’t going to admit it to this arrogant asshole. She refused to let him gain any ground. She would help her father, but this was also her father’s mess and she wasn’t going to mop it up for him. 

Her eyes narrowed at him, but her lips moved to smile sweetly at him. “When you say working together, you mean we do the work and you sit there and cash the check right? I want to make sure I’m clear on the specifics of your work ethic,” she replied. She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. She rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair and her hands folded on her stomach. 

“I’ll help you with an apology,” she turned to her father, “I wouldn’t trust him to know a sincere apology if it walked up to him and slapped him across the face.” She turned back to Sebastian and smiled the same sweet smile at him.

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Cody wanted to let everything out, maybe it would stop him from feeling bad about not dropping everything and somehow finding Sunny after she left, but he knew it wouldn’t be good. Someone would hear, and then Renee would find out that he was hung up over someone who he should’ve let go a long time ago. “Jesus Christ. Are you hearing yourself?” He said, pulling his hand away from her, but not stepping back. Why wasn’t he just leaving? His life was good. He was happy. This was just… a complication. A distraction from the happy life he had built himself. He didn’t want to fuck Sunny. He just wanted to not feel whatever it was he was feeling. “Just stop.” There was a lump in his throat, at least that was what he was telling himself. It was why his voice was straining as he reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks. If she was anything like the girl that he used to know, she wasn’t about to back down and stop trying to push whichever button that would make him leave, but he couldn’t stand to see her cry and he wasn’t about to walk away. “I don’t want that… I just want answers.”

The hurt in his voice made her want to push harder. Push him as far away as possible and force him to think of her as the villain she was. Her body wanted desperately to lean into his touch and to just wrap her arms around him, but her mind was set. “That I can’t help you with,” she snapped quietly and took a step back from him, out of his reach and most importantly his touch. She wrinkled her nose as if she was thinking hard about something. “I feel like there’s some profession that gets paid to help people find answers... like a doctor but only for your brain. You should Google that, might ease that confusion,” she concluded before turning around and starting back toward her car. Once her back was to him, she quickly wiped her face under her sunglasses. Part of her wanted him to follow her, but the bigger part, the terrified part wanted him to go home to his girl.

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Megan wasn’t what she would define as a “sappy person,” she was someone who didn’t fully get wrapped in the romance of life and it hadn’t led her astray yet. Three dates hadn’t completely warped who she was either, but she did find herself feeling more whimsical when she thought about seeing Hope again or wondering what they would when they did meet up. She’d been distracted all day at work debating with herself on whether she wanted to go through with her idea she’d thought of the night before. They had agreed to take things slow so Megan had been brainstorming something they could do that wouldn’t end up with Megan pining Hope to the nearest wall and devouring her like she wanted to do. 

“So I was thinking,” Megan paused as she made a left turn with Hope sitting in her front seat, “that instead of doing the whole overpriced dinner or cheesy movie thing, we’d do something a little cooler.” She smirked, enjoying her own secret pun. “And if you can stomach some terrible food,” she paused to chuckle, “then I think it might be fun.”

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The kiss felt good, undeniably so. Sebastian was in a constant state of conflict because he wanted nothing more than to stay with Calliope and just let himself feel something more than anger, but that was weak and pathetic, and being weak and in love was what had made him like this in the first place. That didn’t stop him from holding her tightly and kissing her back with a ferocity that he couldn’t control. He missed her when they were apart, not that he would admit that to anyone. He let out a frustrated groan when they were interrupted by the clattering sound of a chair being moved. He couldn’t have just one goddamn moment.

Sebastian nodded, wishing to just ignore the pesky human, but he deserved to be punished. He pushed Callie’s hair back and kissed her quickly, pulling back with a sadistic smile. “Whatever you wish, ma chérie.” He said taking a step back, towards the man who had so rudely ruined their moment. Without warning, he punched the man, feeling that satisfying smack of fist against jaw. The chair fell back and Sebastian stood over the struggling man, bloodstained shoe pressed against his chest. “You know, this might’ve been quick and mostly painless if you just sat still like a good boy. I think I’ll save you until last, tête de noeud.” He spoke calmly, heel slowly pressing down harder and harder, “You’re going to have to watch your family die, and you can do nothing to stop it.” He felt a rib crack under his foot, the man’s screaming muffled. He forced himself to step away, remembering that he was supposed to keep the idiot breathing.

Calliope’s eyes watched Sebastian’s movements closely. Her face lit up when he let out the smallest hint of what he was capable of. As soon as Sebastian had stopped, her gaze moved to the other family members, relishing in their own emotional torture. As much as she hated to admit it and wouldn’t tell Sebastian, this was a good birthday present. Calliope stepped toward Sebastian and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her cheek was pressed against his back as she kept her eyes on the mother and son. “I would apologize to you both for the anguish mon amour has caused you, but you witnessed what he tried to do,” Calliope explained softly with a sweet smile. She kissed Sebastian’s back before letting go of him and walking over to the father on the ground. She tsked him a few times before putting him and his chair upright again which caused the man to cry out. Calliope pouted her lips, mocking the man’s physical pain. “Je suis désolé,” she apologized flatly before leaning against the table in front of the father, “Since this party has been forced on me, I want to play a game.” She kept her eyes on the father, savoring the look on his face.

“You three are my guests no?” she began before turning to look at the mother and the son, “so I would like to get to know you better. Find out what makes you...” She paused to reach over and poke where Sebastian had broken the man’s rib, “you.” She smiled warmly before standing up straight again, moving back toward Sebastian. 

“If you lie to me, I will let this man off his leash on you for an amount of time of my choosing,” she explained, “depending on how he’s feeling, he may leave you breathing or you could end a mess that my maid will have to clean up...” She turned and smirked at Sebastian. “He is unpredictable,” she then turned back to her guests, “does this sound like a fun... what’s the word... party game?”

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The hotel room, singular, that the department had put Connor and Andi up in was small, with dim lighting and the type of bed spread that belonged in the 80′s. Connor supposed that department couldn’t exactly put them up in luxury lodgings, lest they look suspicious. Connor wandered in and looked back, holding the door open for Andi with a grin. Hell yeah, he still had it. The department still called him an asset and that was fine with him. “Okay, hear me out…” He started. The pair had worked three cases now, well Andi did the smart stuff and the investigative things and Connor just tried to be good to scared people and got to make shit fly around with his mind. Andi obviously hated him, but he definitely didn’t hate Andi. She was definitely a hard ass, but in the coolest way. “So, you get the big bed, AND I’ll even give you one of my pillows, your pick so I don’t just give you the most flat one, IF you let me have control of the TV.” @partyforonewriting​

All Andi wanted to do was take a long, hot shower. The three hour flight felt like it had lasted twelve hours between Connor on one side of her acting like a child and then an actual child on the other side of her. She wanted to strip off her germy clothing and wash away this entire day. She walked into the hotel room and stopped when she heard Connor start talking, never a good sign. She turned around to face him, her eyes narrowing at him. This was a trap. He had some grand plan to annoy the crap out of her, she could read it all over his conventionally attractive face. But he had her. He knew he had her. Or fuck maybe he didn’t, but one of Andi’s guilty pleasures was curling up in a bed too big for her. She didn’t used to watch TV when she worked cases alone but this Big-wannabe man had forced it on her in every single hotel room they’d stayed in. The need for the bed outweighed whatever worry she had for what was in store for her. “Fine, but I’m taking a shower first and using all the towels so if you want dry towels you better beg the front desk for some,” Andi replied as she walked over to the much larger bed. She took off her jacket and turned back to look at Connor. “If I come back out and you’re masturbating, I’m cutting your dick off right then,” she warned.

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Leo: i can think of a lot of places we could test for sturdiness, floors, kitchen worktop, bathroom sink, shower, balcony railing the list goes on ;)

Leo: wow, sounds like u want that. feeling a little exhibitionist?

Robby: it would end up on facebook and somehow make it back to my little village and my gran would see and i'm sorry but a great night of sexy fun isn't worth a three hour long lecture about it

Robby: you sound like you want me everywhere

Robby: been thinking about me too?

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Leo: we just gotta go for the more stable surfaces, which is hard because all my furniture is from ikea

Leo: RIP poor ikea table. what a way to go out

Robby: walls are sturdy

Robby: i guess we should avoid the one you share with your neighbour unless you wanna break thru into their flat butt naked with a fit bird under you ;)

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Leo: excuse u i'm a fearsome creature of the night

Leo: ur fine, babe, i have new neighbours who might try and report me if u scream too loud

Leo: i'm sure we can find some fun ways to stay quiet

Robby: does that mean we have to stick to the bed and not use your furniture

Robby: or break in that poor table's case