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Temptation | Dream | Clarosence

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He would have grinned at her breathy warning and request had he not been focused on elliciting even more noise from her as he felt her reach her peak. Not letting up for a moment, he continued to swirl his tongue around inside her as her walls clenched and her strong legs held him in place. He could feel her nails gently digging into his scalp as her orgasm overwhelmed her and he intended to make sure that it wouldn't be the last.

Once she released him, her muscles relaxing once more, he quickly moved up over her, leaving her ankles hooked over his shoulders as he loomed over her. He wiped her juices from his chin before guiding his now hard, aching cock to her very wet sex. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He forced himself to ease himself inside her for the first few thrusts, but his desire, his need for her had built to the point where he couldn't help but give in to his lust and soon he was pounding into her, keeping her nearly bent in half as he kept her pinned beneath him.

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Enter If You Dare

Grace sat on the bed facing the window, watching as the sun began its disappearing act behind the horizon. In less than an hour, it would be completely dark. A baby's soft cry echoed from the next room. Not turning to look from the window, she said quietly, "Hush baby... Daddy'll be home soon." After a few minutes, the crying ceased as the baby soothed itself back to sleep. She sat eerily still, just staring at the sliver of sun that remained, her thin nightgown doing little to warm her cold body. Just as the light diminished and darkness blanketed the land and the house, she heard the front door swing open and click shut. Her icy blue eyes turned from the window towards the bedroom door. "Daddy's home."

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Drink Me || Kate & Irene (with Gazette)

Sitting on one side of the conference table, Irene took a deep breath and picked a shot glass from among six servings of dark drinks. Right across sat Kate, with her haughty expression, who then picked her serving from the remaining five. Following a signal from Frank who sat midway, Irene drained her glass tequila-style.

They paused as if waiting, and when Irene didn’t make any unusual movement, Frank nodded to Kate, who then emptied her glass in the same way. Kate’s expression did not waver in any way, and so the two women picked once more from the shot glasses.

“What are they doing?” Leon asked Cosmo, gesturing towards the conference room window where the two women were visibly trying to stare each other down.

“Kate and Irene, eh?” Cosmo said, looking in. “They’re playing Russian roulette.”

“Russian roulette?” Calvin echoed, overhearing as he passed by and couldn’t help but join in. “But where’s the gun?”

“Are you mad? You want the cops down the street barging in on us or what?”

“But Russian roulette is played with revolvers! Or am I wrong?”

“Good man, you aren’t in theory, but I’m sure the Chief would neither want to lose his editor nor his secretary,” Cosmo shook his head. “No, they’re doing it with espresso shots. See that delivery? Morning fresh from the Nine Owls Coffee Shop—although I’m pretty certain they cooled those down—not good for the tongue and everything.”

“And someone loses because...?” Calvin prodded.

“One of the glasses got Irene’s prune-coffee in it…strong brew,” Cosmo answered, wiggling his brows at his best friend, who turned a slight shade of green before stating, “I have no time for this,” and making a move on to his business.

“Hah. Got a weak stomach today, Talbot?” Calvin smirked.

The door to the conference room then opened and Leon was heard casually calling in, “Make sure you beat her, pet!” much to the secretary’s cheer and Cosmo’s cackling amusement.

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Quiet Me - Lualma (Scrabble Flashback)

When she made promises, Alma kept them.. when she gave a shoulder to lean on, she would in a heartbeat- just for Luther. It sounded awfully silly.. and she was sure that he'd catch on sooner or later.. but she's been doing this for so long and he hadn't given it a second thought that maybe she was trying to prove to him something. But today, that didn't exactly matter.

Luther had been training for quite some time to become a police officer, and the promise she made for him was that she'd be there the entire journey through.. giving him the moral support he might need. Today he was going to need plenty of it. Alma waited outside of the police department, waiting for her best friend to come on out with a bright rewarding smile as he rejoices that he was officially a cop; that didn't happen at all.

He stormed out, a paper in his hand as he began to growl and huff under his breath. Alma rarely ever saw a very angry Luther, and so this was something she wasn't sure how to handle- or at least for a few seconds she didn't. Standing up, she went toward him and rubbed his back, "Luth.. what, what happened? What's wrong?" then she felt him jerk  back as he covered his face with one hand. "Fucking hell.. I didn't get in! I failed the last god damn test and I fuckin' panicked! God.. I've been workin' so god damn hard and, and- Shit." his voice then got a little less louder, his eyes a little guilty for taking it out on his young pal. "Luther, relax.. I..I'm sorry, penguin.." her hand moved back to his back, rubbing it slowly as she sighed. "You did work very hard," she reminded him as she sat beside him, reeling him in for a hug as she leaned her head onto his upper arm. "Which is why I know you aren't going to give up on this, right?" she asked before leaning her head back up to look at him with a warm smile. "Push yourself harder- not too hard of course but.. retake what you have to, and.. don't stress or freak. Just be calm.. go out there, and be the best police man I know that my best friend can be.."

Standing back out, she held out a hand waiting for him to get up so she can loop her arm in with his as they walked out. "Now how about we get some ice cream... I know you're an ice cream person just as much as I am." she lightened the mood, laughing softly. "Thank you, Alms.." she heard Luther say quietly but sweetly. Alma kept her promise- and she would remain to until the day he finally got his dream occupation. "No problem.. I love ya, pal." she then reminded herself.

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Future!Jolliewood

"How does your mind work, child?" Hollie asked, carrying the squirming girl upside down towards the fence that separated the Barker house from the Franco's.

The girl squealed with laughter, her red hair - so much like her mothers - swinging wildly as they made their way over. 

"Yes, yes, you're so funny." Hollie sighed, making sure the little girls skirt was still in place. A low chuckle had her looking up and her face split into a grin. 

"I believe this belongs to you." She told Jessie as they met at the fence. Jessie looked skeptically down at the child and pursed his lips.

"Mine? Well, I dunno, I mean it's so hard to tell from this angle."

"Daddy!" The girl squealed. Trying not to laugh Jessie tilted his head to look at ther upside down.

"Ohhh! Deirdra! Is that you?"

"Yes!"

Jessie chuckled and took his daughter from Hollie. "I believe this does belong to me. Where'd you find her?"

Hollie rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

"Oh, just decorating her side of Charlie's room." She smirked. "As if I wouldn't notice that I suddenly had two children, and a girl none the less."

"Did she at least get the toy chest?" 

"Mommy!" Dee struggled in her fathers grasp until he set her down to run into her mothers arms.

"Oh, yeah." Hollie assured Evey as the red head approached. "You should see Charlie's room, she moved everything onto her side of the room. But she did leave him a blanket." She said with an amused look at the little girl who hid in her mothers.

"Deirdra!" Jessie said reproachfully, though Evey and Hollie chuckled.

"Don't worry about it Jessie, Harry's moving everything back right now. Apparently Charlie gave her everything but the blanket."

"Like father like son." Evey said narrowing her eyes at Hollie and smirking. Before the woman had a chance to respond Evey turned to Jessie. "Honey, can you take Dee inside, I have to talk to Hollie about the dinner next week."

Jessie sighed as if just told he had to walk to Chicago.

"I suppose." He looked sideways at his daughter. "Besides...I'm hungry." The girl started giggling like mad as Jessie made a face and raised his arms.

"RAWR!" 

Hollie and Evey watched as Jessie chased his daughter into the house, her shrieks of laughter still audible moments later.

"Well?" Hollie asked, rounding the fence and crossing her arms over her chest. The look she gave Evey was one she had learned from the woman herself, and over the years had perfected it immensely.

Evey pursed her lips before smiling and nodding.

"Oh my god." Hollie breathed, grabbing the red head's hands. "Oh my god, Evey! You're pregnant! Again!" The two women squealed and danced together on the spot. 

"Jessie's going to be so excited!" Hollie said grinning with tears in her eyes.

"I know!" Evey said, positively glowing. "For his sake, I hope it's a boy. I don't know how many tea parties he can take." 

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Mourn Me || Terry & Irene

The woman knelt in front of the tombstone and laid the flowers she brought on top. Rising up, Irene’s chest heaved with deep regret, tears pooling in her eyes as she remembered the lively Teresa who now rested beneath the ground. Or up in the clouds, but Irene was too shocked to be bothered which way to face.

“However did you think of going so soon?” Irene asked in a voice low and thick with emotion. “You have so much to live for and so many people who would be sad to see you go…and far too many pranks to play in a lifetime…”

Irene sniffled, daintily wiping tears with her handkerchief. She tried to control her sobs, but the thought of her friend’s life cut so short despite seemingly a lot of things in store for her brought a huge wave of sadness to the happy-go-lucky young woman.

“Was it pressure then?” Irene went on tearfully, “were you thinking you would be unable to deliver all the mayhem that was written in both this town’s and your destiny? You didn’t have to bear the burden alone, you know…I know you’ve got true friends in this town—“

“Who are you talking to, Irene?” Terry asked, stepping beside her in front of the grave.

“Don’t be rude, Terry, I’m talking to—good Lord, Teresa!” Irene’s sobs were instantly replaced by a bewildered expression befitting one who might have seen a ghost. The woman gaped like a dying fish for a few moments before blurting out, “You’re not dead?!”

Terry made a face between confusion and incredulity as her hand reached for Irene’s tear-stained cheek and gave it a severe pinch. Irene almost howled, pushing Terry’s hand away. “Well it sure proves I’m alive, doesn’t it?” Terry said, grinning.

Irene pouted. “I heard you were dead when I got back from New York. I even brought flowers and everything,” she said rather petulantly.

“And that, in turn, proves how abysmal you actually are when it comes to gossip,” was Terry’s answer before pulling Irene away. “Come on. Let’s get out of the cemetery so I can properly laugh at your stupidity.”

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Love Me || Edward & Irene

Irene threw Edward an uncomfortable glance, her mouth parted in such a way that her surprise at his question was apparent. She began rearranging her features as if to give him the smile that would say nothing in answer, but Edward’s perceptive stare was far too arresting for Irene to resist.

“Well, Mr. Fitz,” she began, clearing her throat. “It’s not that I can’t call you ‘Edward’ for no reason at all and I mean, ‘Edward’ is such a nice name that rolls off the tongue so elegantly when you say it, but...,”

“But…?” The man pressed on, his expression one of patient amusement.

“I just can’t bring myself to address you so casually…?” Irene answered tentatively.

Edward chuckled and shook his head. And Irene couldn’t blame him for not buying it, as there had been several instances where she had surprisingly referred to the man as ‘Fitzy’ or ‘Gerry’ ever so casually. The truth which she could not bring herself to admit was that calling him ‘Edward’ had an altogether different meaning—that if she allowed herself the liberty of addressing him by his name, it would mean she was acknowledging the feelings she’s been harboring for him all this time. Besides—

“Neither do you call me Irene, anyway,” the woman pointed out, eager to remove herself from the hotspot. “Why is it that you insist on my calling you ‘Edward’ when all you call me by is ‘Miss Carr’ and nothing else, hm?”

He merely gave her an amused grin, which slowly grew into an expression that confused her. Did he just look like he became embarrassed all of a sudden? “Alright, here’s something,” Edward finally said, sighing deeply as if he had been forced to honesty. “Don’t you think that, perhaps, we’ve got the same reasons…?”

Irene’s eyes widened at the implication, her mind all set to reject its possibility. Yet to her further surprise, Edward reached out and enveloped her hands in his, saying, “Irene,” with a genuinely affecting tone that sent her way an overwhelming sensation. He took another deep breath and repeated her name in that same tone, and went on calling her ‘Irene’ while both of their smiles grew and their cheeks reddened and their grasps tightened, until—

“Alright, please. I can’t breathe anymore.” Irene finally felt air in her lungs when she pulled her hands away from his hold. She waited until her pulse and breathing went back to normal before she leaned forward, planting a small kiss on the corner of his lips. Irene gently squeezed the warm hand as she looked back into his eyes, softly saying, “Alright... Edward.”

And the real kiss that followed pretty much blew her away.

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Love Me || Edward & Irene

The bell tower stood before the pair ominously; its daunting form and height a source of fascination for one, and discomfort for the other. Indeed, Irene caught herself and stopped just moments before her hands instinctively reached out for Edward’s arm. It wasn’t like the time they had accidentally encountered one another in the same creepy setup—Irene had actually agreed to go with him this time, despite the hissing voice inside her head saying it was a bad, bad idea.

She saw Edward turn to her with a notably mischievous smile, and Irene blushed as he laughingly reached out for her instead; taking her hand and tucking it in the crook of his arm, just like always. “Come now, Miss Carr…,” he trailed off with obvious jest. For all his gentlemanly manners, the man took every opportunity to tease her for her spinelessness. Irene rolled her eyes in response even as her heart pounded against her ribs at the familiar proximity.

“You’ve become braver, I must say,” Edward remarked brightly as he led the two of them towards the tower entrance.

“No, I’ve only become less silly,” Irene countered, her voice echoing as they climbed the stairs to the bell chamber.

“As a matter of fact, you’ve become sillier...for splendidly socializing with an old bore such as dear Mr. Fitz.”

“Well, I sure wish someone more interesting would come along soon—,” Irene paused mid-snort and pursed her lips. She looked away, suddenly finding the stone wall fascinating.

Smiling to himself, Edward guided her to the landing, the bell in plain sight. “Do I interest you then, Miss Carr?” he asked, inspecting the engravings on the bell with unparalleled concentration.

“Oh please. You pretend as if you do not know,” Irene replied in a singsong voice, despite her annoyance at being asked about something she’d rather not talk about. She, however, figured that it was pointless to deny any sort of special regard she had for the bookstore owner. Besides, she has always been upfront with people she admired. Only—

“I know I make you nervous,” Edward stated glibly.

“In more ways than I would like, indeed. And so much that one would think you’re doing it on purpose,” Irene accused.

“I am doing it on purpose.”

“Oh.”

One look and Irene realized that Edward knew all along; why she would still come and follow him to where she would rather not go on her own. And he knew and didn’t mind at all. Perhaps Irene no longer needed to look for excuses to see him again next time.

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Wed Me | Dialma

Dimitri stands in front of the doorway to his bedroom, watching Alma sleep soundly in his bed while he sipped on his cup of coffee. it had been a rough couple of weeks for the both of them. Ever since he almost died in a shootout in front of his own restaurant about a month back, Dimitri questioned his life often, wondering if his survival was his second chance at life, and if it was, he surely wasn’t going to take it for granted. Not this time.

Silently, he moves back to the kitchen and places his mug down on the table before glancing over at Babe and Rupert sleeping on the floor in the living room. It felt like they were an unofficial family, but there was something that was stopping that from making the dream a reality. Hopefully when Alma woke up, that status would change for the rest of their lives. Dimitri stirs his coffee for a bit, but stops as he hears soft taps against his hardwood floors. “Dimitri…?” He hears Alma ask with a shaky breath. His heart skips a beat at the sound of her voice, causing the man to turn in his place slowly until he was standing in front of her fully.

Light tears streamed down Alma’s face, her bottom lip quivering a little as she stands in place, unable to move by the thoughts that swam in her head. Dimitri is a little uneasy, readying himself to hear that answer he’d been dreading to hear. Unfortunately, that answer never came. Instead, she wipes away the tears with her left hand, the same hand that Dimitri placed a diamond engagement ring on during the middle of the night as she slept. Alma then nods her head firmly, her small voice cracking as she whispers. “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Dimitri repeats in his own whisper while moving towards her step by step, inch by inch until they were standing just a few centimeters apart. She looks up at his tall frame, eyes red with the irritating sensation from the tears that continued to stream down her face. She couldn’t speak this time around, a simple nod of the head was her only way of communicating with Dimitri at this point. 

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The last month had been a tiring one.. and everything around Dimitri and Alma were changing- more specifically, Alma was changing. Although it was still there, her liveliness seemed more weakened as the days grew older.. whether it was from constant worry, constant stress; with each day Alma was more and more tired by the end of the evening, but kept her smile because it was the only lie that was keeping her out of sadness' reach. She didn't know how she did it.. or at least on some days she couldn't figure it out. Dimitri was her love, therefore, no matter how many times he may have betrayed or scared her, she put up with everything that was thrown her way.. their way because of the amount of heated love she had packed inside for this man. She knew she was crazy for staying for so long, her friends always telling him he isn't any good, that she should just leave him and let him learn- but she was crazy in love and no one seemed to understand that.

Coming home- and yes, she had learned to call Dimitri's place, home- from a very long day at work, it wasn't even late but she had went to bed.. going into some deep, but very much needed hibernation. Not bothering to change, nor bothering to call Dimitri in to ask to come in with her and lull her to sleep.  She was drained, and as much as she normally would hate it.. being alone was perhaps one of the things she needed as of now. It wasn't until the window's rather loud breeze came, waking her up immediately as she felt goosebumps lining down her arms and legs, her teeth beginning to chatter as she realized she forgot to close the damned window. Slowly exiting the bed, after closing the window she went to her vanity, turning up the rather dim lights before taking off her uniform and replacing it with a short nightgown and robe. As she grabbed onto the robe, she then saw her finger, the ring placed on it gleaming ever so brightly- fitting perfectly there as the diamond remained shining. After a few seconds of complete and utter shock, it was as if the breath knocked out of Alma as she remained staring, the tears making her vision blurry, the water waking her up more to make her realize this wasn't just some dream. 

Placing a  hand over her mouth for a moment, she began to silently tear, they came down more rapidly now than before. The emotions running through her veins, both good and bad, overwhelmed her like no other. The three lettered word yes rang in her mind repeatedly, as well as the sounds of bells and... and gunshots. There it was, that pang of worry, constant worry. All of this staying, the love remaining for Dimitri, it had payed off the ring proving exactly so, and although she was positive her answer would be yes, thoughts ran through her mind.. the scary thought of being a widow. Even now, they were only a couple, but every day they lived in fear that Dimitri's life would be taken much too soon, and not in the way it should be like old age. But, if Alma had stayed this long, she knew she would stay.. forever.

She slowly made her way out of the bedroom as she held onto her finger with the opposite hand, she stepped onto the wooden floors and heard the tiny noise that it made with every small step. Dimitri had turned around several times to be in front of Alma, but as he slowly turned this time around, Alma was looking at her future.. her home, and most importantly, the person she would hope to spend forever with. Alma broke down, unsure if these tears were happy, or a little bittersweet. Her heart beat fast as she wiped away the messy, mascara running tears as she called out for Dimitri, and there were no other words she could say.. no, not until they were close, close and Alma's eyes hit the eyes she felt as if she's known for so long.

Alma then nods her head firmly, her small voice cracking as she whispers. “Yes.” “Yeah?” Dimitri repeats in his own whisper while moving towards her step by step, inch by inch until they were standing just a few centimeters apart.

And suddenly, the world around Alma had just... stopped? The stress, the worry.. the hurt and slight misery had disappeared as she went into this hazy trance among his eyes.. feeling safe, feeling content- alright. She immediately held onto Dimitri rather tightly, burying her face onto his upper chest as her hands slid from around his waist, to down his arms and into his own hands. Pulling her face back from his body, she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him, nearly tasting the salty hot tears that still fell. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you, I love you, I love you.." she repeated as she felt Dimitri hold her up and twirl her around, her arms then wrapping comfortably around his neck. This was all too perfect.. and as much as she was sure this could be a dream- it wasn't.. and that's what made it so much more beautiful. "I love you forever." she managed to barely even say.

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Shag Me | LilDick

His heart jumped from the adrenalin that surged through his body as Lillian whispered against his ear, her hot breath and tongue coating his neck like a coat of paint. Dickey wasn’t so sure if he’d moaned out loud or not, but whatever the case, he knew that something must’ve happened on his part. Now, Lillian sashayed away from the man before cleaning up the mess that she’d just made. After spending the afternoon with one another in a heated and passionate exchange, Dickey keeps a tight grip on his sandwich - the force of it was so great that his grip almost tore the sandwich into pieces. He wasn’t gonna give in just yet. The innuendo they shared since then had been too much for him to handle. It was as if they were made from one another, knowing what satisfied their sexual appetites. He too had a little game up his sleeve. One that wouldn't go to waste in the moments to come. “So…I’m dying to know.” He begins while grasping the sandwich in his hands. “What’s your favorite position?”

Once everything was put away in its place, Lillian hopped onto the counter to sit next to him, her legs swinging freely back and forth as she remember the moments before when they had been spread apart just for him. “Hmmm….favorite position,” she cooed out, cocking her head to the side to think about it even though she didn’t need to. “From behind. Do you wanna know why?” she asked, even though she was going to tell him anyways. “You can feel everything, so much deeper than any other one. You can dig your fingers into my hips, making me move the way you want me to, changing how hard you go. That would be why it’s my favorite,” she finished with a sly smile.

Trying to concentrate on his sandwich, Dickey’s mind wandered about, thinking of how he would be more than happy to take the woman from behind, leaving her with the inability to walk for a good while. Was it surprising that he was feeling horny again? To him, it definitely wasn’t. The more she talked about it, the more he wanted to do it. Dickey didn’t even notice that she was finished speaking at this point, only seeing the coy smile she gave him as the sandwich hovered near his mouth. Dammit.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he places the sandwich down on the plate in front of him, his eyes cutting to Lillian’s with the same fiery lust from before. “Favorite, huh?” He then pauses, now getting up from his seat, his robe fitting him like a leather glove as he - once again - stands between her legs while speaking in a grungy whisper with his lips barely touching hers. “Tell me…Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you from behind?”

It wasn’t the liking part that worried Lillian but the part where he would keep her around; she was afraid that after such a short amount of time she had gotten too attached to the idea of him for her own good. She’d roll with that punch if it ever came down to it, and she coughed lightly to let the feeling escape through her lungs when he stood back between her legs. Arching an eyebrow she looked up at him through her lashes, a low hum parting her lips as their barely realized kiss started to heat her body just like it had before. He had that immediate effect upon her that couldn’t be denied, and Lillian slide off the counter slowly, every inch of her body pressing up and moving along his as she made her way to the ground.

Lillian fell at a notoriously slow pace, her hips grinding into him in small circles as she never broke the connection of their ghost kiss. “Hmmm,” she murmured against him as her hands smoothed down his robe to break the material, her finger smoothing along his stomach before running the length of his erection slowly. Dickey couldn’t help but to run a hand through his hair as Lillian climbed off the counter before him. Moving her hand away just as her thumb started to run along it’s swollen head Lillian suddenly turned around, ass pressed up against his length before moving in slow figure eights over him. “All depends if you want to,” she said over her shoulder. His face paled from the lack of oxygen that circulated through his rugged body, watching the woman in front of him weaken him with her sultry and even more sexier movements, nearly taunting him to make the next move. And by the way her ass was moving against him, it was evident that he wanted to go for it.

This sexual appetite of his was something that he’d never experienced before. Dickey didn’t know he was capable of having this much stamina in so little time, but then again, all of that had changed once Lillian came into the picture. Silently thanking her for it, he runs his hands on the back of her ass, kneading each cheek in his palms before giving them one smack each. Afterwards, he repeats the same process all the while rubbing his growing erection against her slick and wet opening. 

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Just Breathe || Frett

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Rhett hated days like this. Days where he seemed to accomplish nothing, yet bills seemed to keep piling up. It was hard enough to run a business, let alone a bar in this town- but damn if he wasn’t going to give it everything he had.

Owner of Kelly’s Pub on King, Rhett Kelly had grown to love the ‘hole in the wall’ way of life- as a former wallstreet analyst, he’d had his share of the white collar lifestyle- it’s stuffy mantra’s and even worse payoffs. After Madoff fucked over half the country and their investments- he decided to get out of the game. He knew even then that he was destined for something much more enriching.

“Darren… take the rest of the night off. I think I can handle the four people that showed up tonight.” His bartender didn’t seem pleased to be squandered out of his tips, but he obliged- tossing the rag he kept on his shoulder back at Rhett before pulling his keys from his belt loop. 

Shaking his head, the bar owner grabbed the last few glasses that needed drying and busied his hands as he watched Spain murder England in the World Cup. “Dammit Boys!” He yelled at the screen; his fist slamming down on the empty bar. 

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The man's outburst pulled Frankie out of her head. She recognized him from her weekly trips down to the pub, but she had yet to talk to him. Looking down at the table she noticed that she'd finished both her beer and whiskey without realizing it. Looking around, Frankie noticed the other bartender had disappeared.

Sighing, Frankie grabbed her bag and two glasses. If there was only one man working tonight, there was no point in her remaining over at the table. Perching on a stool on the short end of the bar, she set the glasses down and moved her attention back to the game.

Soccer was about the only sport that she seemed to enjoy watching on the TV. After a few minutes had gone by, Frankie was tired of waiting for the man to notice that her glasses were empty. "What's a girl got to do to get a refill over here?" Placing her chin on her hands, her eyes drifted back to the game.

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Shag me // Fletchwood

Knowing he shouldn’t, he opens the door and steps inside. Knowing even better that he should absolutely go back to the bar and drown his sorrows in alcohol he knocks on her door and goes into her dressing room. 

What is he doing? So he’s feeling strange and the dance she just did on stage arose on him more than just curiosity. Still, there's no excuse to intrude on her when she’s just changing, stand there and impose on her privacy, no need to be so close to The Line... She turns and looks at him with surprise as she's sliding her white shirt off. Angus walks towards her and a whisper escapes his mouth before he knows it or can stop himself: “Evelyn...”

Right now he wants to know how or what he’s done to deserve this. This young, lovely, beautiful, brave, loyal person who didn’t say anything when she found him in her dressing room, and did nothing but embrace him. And if there is a hell, he’s going straight there, he decides, shaking his head slightly. This girl is in his care and she’s twenty something and he’s supposed to keep her safe, she's his patient after all. 

He ends up imagining her in the shower... In a shower, or against a wall somewhere in the The Peabody or even his office...

Straight to hell, Evelyn Westwood.

She kisses him, and he kisses back because he can’t not, and then, between the wrestling of their arms and tongues and lips, he somehow ends up on top of her, on the small couch next to her door. He tears his lips off hers when he gets a rare clear-headed moment and tries to think as she replaces hers on his skin and starts setting fire to his jawline and neck.

This is Evelyn. And she’s cooperating, hell, she started this and she’s alive and hasn’t had a breakdown in a very long time. “Evelyn,” he successfully grunts after a minute of trying. She makes a throaty sound in response – “Hmm?” – without even taking her mouth off his earlobe, and that makes it even worse.

“Don’t spoil it,” she whispers into his ear and trails back to his mouth, where his lips respond as if he’s just been waiting to reclaim hers.

Angus' shirt and jacket are off after a moment of fumbling but they find each other again and work the buttons on her shirt, panicked like the universe will implode if there isn’t more skin to touch soon. He lets her finish unfastening the buttons after undoing the top half, apparently not very patient and he dips his head to trail a few wet kisses between her breasts before moving to take one in his mouth, between his teeth. 

He knows that exact moment when she loses control because she stops breathing evenly and actually rips off the last button before wrestling off the piece of cloth, moaning and arching her back and runs her hands over his head and shoulders as he runs one of his up the inside of her thigh. Then she reaches down to the front of his trousers and a tad unskilfully unfastens buttons and zippers and whatever else is down there making it difficult - it’s a relief because they were becoming a somewhat confining...

He kisses his way back up, pausing on her collarbone and her pulse and then her lips are so passionate and full under his.

And when he glides carefully into her she breathes his name against his lips and pushes up to meet his rhythm and cries when he does just what she wants. Moans when he returns his attention to her nipple and then to her shoulder and leaves every nerve ending tingling with electricity. And when she cries his name one last time and he moans hers, he relaxes against her and kisses her soundly before sliding to lie down next to her.

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Heal Me || Graidan

For once, it looked as if he'd gotten just as good as he gave, which was saying a lot. In fact, it was downright scary when he turned the corner and she was face to face with him, one eye already swollen shut, blood dripping from various cuts on his face, and he was clutching his ribs which were more than likely broken. The sight made her gasp.

He spotted her just in time to not bowl over her despite his one good eye being a bit blurry. As much as it pained him, he gave a small smirk. "'ello, love." He winced from the overall pain in his body, but his head was what pounded and throbbed the most.

She reached a hand out to gently touch his forehead, staining her fingertips red instantly. "Goodness, Aidan... you look a fright." Remembering what he usually said to her when she noticed new wounds or scars, she said lightly, "I'd really hate to see the other guy." She pulled her hankie out from her purse and gently pressed it to the wound contributing the most blood. Her eyes were teary but she refused to cry. It hurt her to see him in pain, but he'd made it clear before that she was not to waste any tears on him.

"Damn right." He tried to walk towards her and staggered a bit, the pain in his head affecting his balance more than he'd thought.

She bit her lip as her hankie quickly turned from crisp white to a deep crimson. She looped her arm through his, steadying him without actually holding him up. "Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up."

Slowly but surely, they made it back to his loft apartment. They'd had to stop a few times on the stairs alone just to keep him from toppling back down them from the dizziness. Their timing was perfect. They managed to get him to his bed just as the blood loss finally won out over his determination to stay conscious. Grace couldn't just leave him, especially now. She removed her jacket and went to the kitchen for a bowl with some hot water and wet cloths. She was no nurse, but she had to at least try to stop the bleeding. The other injuries would just have to wait until he could get to a doctor.

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He woke up about four hours later, his good eye fluttering open as he realized where he was. His cuts had been bandaged, but not very well and they were already soaked through. The throbbing in his head had subsided just enough to make the pain in his ribs that much worse. He turned his head to the side and could see her, her sleeping form slumped over the side of the bed as she sat in a chair she must have brought in from the kitchen. He made to sit up and nearly vomited from the stab of pain in his side and laid back down. His groan woke her with a start and she looked around, panicked, before she realized it was only him.

With a tired smile, she scooted over to sit next to him. "How are you feeling?"

His split lip only allowed him a half smirk. "Like shit."

She tried not to look hurt, but could imagine his pain. "Sorry. I'm not much of a nurse."

His open eye looked up at her, locking with hers, and she felt his strong hand take hers, squeezing it gently. "It's a'right, love."

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Just Breathe || Frett

It had been a long day, a long month, a long year. The one thing Frankie had learned over the last few months was just how fast a year could fly by, even if it felt like an eternity. Time was flying by for her and everything just seemed to be going downhill. No matter what she did, what she tried, there was no relief from the war that was playing out in her mind. She just couldn’t find a reason to fight anymore.

The bulk of her day had been spent down at her lawyer’s office. After getting the news from her doctors the week before that her illness was only progressing, Frankie decided it was time to get her affairs in order. The worst part about the whole ordeal was the realization that she had no one to leave her “estate” to. Everything she owned would be sold off and used to pay for any left over bills she had. Any money remaining would go to medical research.

Looking around her apartment, Frankie was beginning to get overwhelmed again. Slamming the door behind her, she left and headed down the street to her favorite pub. She needed a drink after the day she’d had and intended to occupy a seat in the bar until they kicked her out. Once inside she smiled at the bar tender as he waved at her. Heading toward a table in the back, she ordered herself a beer and a double whiskey. Frankie’s eyes immediately going to one of the TV’s, not really paying attention but letting herself get distracted by the soccer game that was playing.

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Rhett hated days like this. Days where he seemed to accomplish nothing, yet bills seemed to keep piling up. It was hard enough to run a business, let alone a bar in this town- but damn if he wasn’t going to give it everything he had.

Owner of Kelly’s Pub on King, Rhett Kelly had grown to love the ‘hole in the wall’ way of life- as a former wallstreet analyst, he’d had his share of the white collar lifestyle- it’s stuffy mantra’s and even worse payoffs. After Madoff fucked over half the country and their investments- he decided to get out of the game. He knew even then that he was destined for something much more enriching.

“Darren… take the rest of the night off. I think I can handle the four people that showed up tonight.” His bartender didn’t seem pleased to be squandered out of his tips, but he obliged- tossing the rag he kept on his shoulder back at Rhett before pulling his keys from his belt loop. 

Shaking his head, the bar owner grabbed the last few glasses that needed drying and busied his hands as he watched Spain murder England in the World Cup. “Dammit Boys!” He yelled at the screen; his fist slamming down on the empty bar. 

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Unbind Me || Gordon & Harry

"Harry! Harry!" Gordon hissed, fumbling with the keys for a moment to unlock his jail cell. The sound of crickets could be heard through the barred windows but also, something else.

"Harry! Goddamit, c'mon!" He said, fear lacing his words as he tugged on the other man's arm, rousing him from his sleep. 

"Gordon? Wh-" 

"Come on, move! Harry, they're not waiting for the trial! I have to get you out of here!" Gordon threw the other man some shoes and stood, listening at the jail cell window.

"What?" Harry asked, incomprehension strewn across his face. 

"They're...they're rallying, okay? The people...Harry, they're out for blood." He said before he watched his best friend slump against the wall tiredly. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice panicky. "We gotta leave!" 

"What's the use?" Harry asked quietly. "She's...She's gone, Rummy." 

"BUT THAT AIN'T ON YOU!" Gordon snarled. 

"I'm tired." Harry mumbled and looked up at him. "It'll be okay, Gordon...just...just go, alright?"

Gordon stared at him blankly for a moment before CRACK!

"Sorry, Harry. I don't have time to argue." He huffed, slinging the unconscious man across his shoulder and ignoring the pain in his hand.