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                                 ——i think you will / set yourself afire / before you realize / that even you / cannot CONQUER  / the sun. / REBELLION sits well  / on you; like a red coat / or the gilt gold burnish of youth. / ( i do not believe we shall ever see / how old age looks on you. / you are breaking my heart.)

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                             ❝ EVERYTHING I KNOW, I KNOW BECAUSE OF LOVE. ❞

                                                                   WRITTEN BY IZZIE.                               ✕ PAUL DIERDEN. ✕ KIRA TAKAHARA. ✕ PERSEPHONE.

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omg thank you so much !! i love yours too hEARTEYES SO HARD.

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IT'S SO PINK I LOVE PINK

i loVE PINK NO ONE CAN STOP ME. PAUL LIKES PINK 2 FITE ME.

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        Well, I though it was a butterfly, 

                                                         but an angel will do.

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“Long day?”

     “Week. Month. Year. Century.”

     “The twenty-first, or the past hundred years in general? I mean, you don’t look a day past thirty, but the work people can do these days is amazing.”

     “Darling, I have a confession. I am the immortal undead. It’s why I still pay taxes, and get blisters when I wear those shoes you like.”

     Paul snorts his laughter, rolling his eyes as he does and toeing his shoes off. He kicks them out to the bedroom, throwing his socks after them, before turning his attention back to Astoria, lounging in his bathtub with a paperback and a glass of wine.

     “Can I expect you to break into my apartment for a bath any time you have a long day?”

     “Hey, you gave me a key, I texted you to say I was coming, and my apartment has a walk-in shower and no bath tub.”

     “Is that a yes?”

     “Yeah.”

     His shirt comes next – and Astoria always loves this, watching him undress, watching how eager he is to get his clothes tossed aside so he can get his bare skin on hers, loves watching the mess he makes – and then his pants, and she reaches out of the bathtub to set her book on the closed toilet seat. Without waiting for instruction, Astoria shifts forward; the water rises around them, moving as he does, settling once he’s seated himself against the back of the tub, legs on either side of Astoria, her back against his chest when she leans into him. 

     Long fingers card through her hair, strands of blonde clinging to his wet skin, and Paul pulls her hair to one side in favor of pressing his lips against her shoulder. “Patient?”

     “Yeah. A kid. We did everything we could, but sometimes it’s just – not enough.” She finishes the last of her wine before setting the glass down on the tile floor next to the bath tub, letting out a rush of breath at his arms sneaking around her waist. “I don’t know. I was shaky after that. The Chief sent me home – said I needed to get some sleep, get some time away from the hospital, and you’ve met him, you know how he is. When the Chief of Surgery tells you to do something, you do it, except that I – I couldn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to be alone, and losing kids, Paul, that never gets any easier, that never gets any less awful.”

     She feels him nod, rather than sees it, but it’s a comfort all the same, even if his understanding is limited to what he knows. And how different their worlds are, how strange that when she’s lost she comes here, to him, when he’s just as lost as she is.

     Someone else would push her to talk it through. Paul understands that she’s DONE. Instead, he tightens his arms around her again. “I’m glad you’re here. Do you want to stay the night? I was planning on getting takeout.”

     “Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine – if you don’t mind, I’d like that.”

     “Wouldn’t have offered if I hadn’t meant it.”

     Astoria turns, offers the most genuine smile that she can, presses a kiss to his jaw before settling back into him. She’s comfortable, like this, she’s SAFE. She hadn’t ever imagined that this would be where she found the quiet she needed, and yet – 

     – her fingers lace into his, where they rest in her lap, and she closes her eyes. “Tell me about your day.”

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“She is not mine. I don’t think she could ever be anyone’s. She doesn’t want to be owned. That’s what I love most about her.”

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HIS MOUTH ON HER-- DEVOTED to nothing other than her. Tongue darts inside Astoria when he pulls back his fingers, sucking on her, TASTING her like he could go on all night-- HE COULD. Rubbing her clit before attaching his lips to it again, her warmth on his face, Paul’s eyes are strained on her-- MISCHIEVOUS and LUSTFUL. The sounds she makes-- HE’S NEVER BEEN RELIGIOUS, but he could swear the bed had become a place of praise. He’s working on her, picking up the pace, sliding his fingers inside of her once more-- ONE, TWO, the third one feeling her tightness. 

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Paul crawls back on top of her, his erection brushing against her cunt for a MOMENT && he’s hovering over her again. Bringing his hand to her chin, grabbing && pulling her face closer to his, Paul whispers his command to her-- voice raspy with desire.

“ You will only come when I say so. “

The kiss that follows is the CULMINATION of the tension built up when his head had been between her legs. A moan that leaves his lips in the middle of the kiss-- bringing her even closer, hand finding her nipple once again, squeezing and PULLING. Kissing down her neck, sucking and BITING while his hands move DOWN to her hips, fingers digging into her skin. SUDDENLY, Paul pulls back, using his strength to turn her OVER-- there’s no warning to his actions. His hand moves from her ass, up her back until it has found her neck. The other finds her stomach, keeping her ass in place as he pushes her down by the neck. 

“ DON’T MOVE. “

The weight in the bed shifts when Paul gets up. A few minutes pass-- DRAWERS OPEN AND CLOSE before he’s back, this time next to her. Delicately he reaches for her hands, his touch is soft when he SHOWS Astoria the blue tie in his hands, waiting for confirmation. Afterwards he gently holds her wrists together, circling them with the tie, a loose knot. He places her hands between the pillows, unspoken command.

Moving around the bed, his arm extended to drag one single finger from her neck, down her spine to her ass. Getting on the bed again, right behind her, Paul moves his fingers to her entrance, TEASING. 

“ Now, Astoria-- I want you to be LOUD. Let me know WHO you belong to. “

With his words, his mouth covers her cunt, his two fingers sliding inside, pushing roughly. A pace he’d pick up if she complied. Tongue pressing circles on her clit at the same time. Using his nose to separate her folds, smiling against her warmth. 

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TEASING HER LIKE THIS gives him an immense amount of satisfaction. Paul’s an INTROVERT, spending time alone with his thoughts, despite his physical tendency, has always helped with his profession and his personal life. Not so much when his mind began to betray him-- but he’s glad for the time spent considering the effect of touch on others-- how he can arouse Astoria just by caressing her skin, light as a feather his fingers brush her skin from her foot to her hip. 

Paul’s had girlfriends-- high school sweethearts with whom he’s lost touch ever since he left for the military. Losing his virginity at fifteen on his bed, inexperienced and innocent, Paul’s had practice since then-- but not many partners to train with. He hasn’t slept with someone since his involvement with the military begun-- and he hadn’t missed it-- UNTIL NOW. Breathing her in, choosing to let it slide that Astoria moved, and grinning when she speaks.

“ And you’re breathtaking. “

A low grunt escapes his lips when Astoria’s fingernails drag across his back, showing his enjoyment of such a thing. He laces her waist with his arm in the middle of the kiss, bringing her closer before pulling away-- there’s work to be done, AFTER ALL. Watching Astoria spread her legs for him like so-- the blood in his veins is HOT && he can hear his own pulse. With his eyes never leaving hers-- a faint smirk, no match for the LOOK Paul gives her when his extended arm reaches for her now exposed clit. Two fingers slide down in between the two lips, soaking in her juices, and to the top again.

Now he lies on the bed, like an animal about to jump its prey-- with his wet fingers Paul separates her folds, and uses his tongue to lick from her entrance to her clit. There he sucks, pressing his tongue against her most sensitive spot. Using one finger he rubs up and down, a path in the middle of her lips. && one finger enters her, ever so slowly. The work on her clit never ceases while he slides another finger inside of her, pushing and curling. 

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does it even count as discrimination when i'm doing it to myself??

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no you'RE THE CUTIE. i'm the crap bag.

crap bags can be cute-- wHAT DISCRIMINATION IS THIS