Good evening, Talented Void, I have a question regarding your William. Did he expect that he could always count on or have Vita's trust in the palm of his hand? If he hadn't been discovered as the culprit in the deaths of the Missing Children or the Springlock Suit Workers Incident. William always imagined he could count on Melissa's support and trust if they had never found out. Would your William have continued with the murders while Vita covered his back? For how long would he have hidden the crimes from Vita? That's assuming he was never caught. Thank you in advance for your answer.
thank you for the compliment !!
i think william's treatment of vi was strategic, but not foolproof. he put a surprising amount of trust in her and made her seem important to him; manipulating based on her incredibly low self esteem. vi trusted william and tended to disregard others' dislike of him since she "knew him better"-perhaps the only example of vi having any hubris.
however, she's not that naive. if she knew what he had done, she'd never cover for him, but she had no clue until far too late. she began to truly feel ashamed and guilt-ridden when being questioned by the police. "yes, he was an angry person. yes, he behaved unprofessionally. yes, he could have done it. would have done it."
william got a bit too confident in himself, regarding vi's trust. he never wanted or expected her to learn of his crimes. he considered many possibilities if there was to be an arrest-framing henry, another employee. but, miraculously, not her. william refused to let someone else imprison vi, because he wanted to be the one to do so, trapping her under his thumb for the foreseeable future. vi became an anomaly in his life, someone he hadn't killed, someone who stayed.
william would have hidden his crimes from vi forever, if he could. it took a lot to be something-or someone, he found fascinating other than himself, and vi unfortunately managed to hit the mark. it was just bad luck of the draw.
Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom)
Pairing: Finan/OFC
Warnings: slight hand kink, sexual content – pnv, oral, light spanking
Rating: M
Length: Multi
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: It's long, it's spicy, and I am wrestling with the fact I lost all of part 10. Sigh. In the mean time, I have all 20 pages of this part.
Finan is in the dog house. Anya has issues. And there's a fairly decent sexy scene. I guess enjoy?
Catch Up Here
Some how, some way, by some miracle – Anya had convinced Eloise that she wanted to stay with Maeve, spending the weekend with Uhtred and Gisela. Maybe Gisela had a hand in that, she worked hard to sell a weekend at her house to the six year old. Eloise was rather easy to convince, now that it was Thursday morning, Anya was the one having a hard time.
“They will be fine. We will call if we need you for anything. Trust me, Uhtred will have her so busy, she won't even notice.”
Anya gripped the pink over night bag, logically she knew that Gisela was right. Eloise would have a blast, however it wasn't Eloise who had the issue with her mother being away from her all weekend. “I've never left her this long.” her voice was hushed.
“Oh, Anya.” Gisela wrapped her friend in a tight hug, gently rubbing her back. “Sweetie.”
“I'm sorry.” Anya whispered, hugging the other woman. “I am so grateful that you and Uhtred are doing this for us, but oh my god.” She puffed out a breath, breaking the hug, she stood holding Gisela's arms. “Okay, okay. Deep breath. I can do this.”
“Yes, you can.” Gisela squeezed her arms, her smile was understanding. “You need to get away, take a break. Go have some fun, enjoy. Go away and be whoever you want to be for the weekend. Do whatever you want. My suggestion is make Finan run you a bath and do not leave that tub, unless it's to get back in bed.” She winked and giggled. “Uhtred won't let me have a tub like that here, because otherwise I would get nothing else done in life.”
“I want to go, I do. Oh god. I feel like crying. I refuse to cry until I am in the car.” Anya huffed at herself.
“It's going to be great. For Eloise, and for you and Finan.” Soothingly rubbing Anya's back, Gisela smiled, kissing her cheek. “I promise it will all be fine.” She looked over at Finan, he'd been patiently waiting while he knelt scratching Maeve. No doubt having the same feelings about leaving his dog.
“I hate to break this up, but we have a long drive, doll.” Finan interrupted, standing he brushed the dog hair off of his shirt. “Ready?” his hand delicate on Anya's back.
Anya nodded, her smile wavering, but no tears. “I am.”
“Okay, let's say goodbye to Eloise and we need to be off.” At least he was getting her closer to the front door.
Eloise had immediately come in and darted for Uhtred, he was happy to entertain her. Asking Anya to make sure she'd came hungry, as a distraction he and Gisela were going to take her out for breakfast. Sort of a tradition he had accidentally started with Brida and Ragnar's kids, when their parents left them behind for a weekend stay.
“El,” Anya called her daughter's attention, in the kitchen Eloise had been talking with Uhtred, quizzing him about the plans for the weekend.
“Yeah mummy?” Eloise rushed to the front door, sliding into Anya as her socks slipped on the flooring.
“Promise that you will behave?” Anya asked, her tone serious but her face gentle. Eloise nodded. Looking at Uhtred; Anya smirked. “You behave as well!”
“We're always on our best behaviour aren't we Wheezy?” He nudged Eloise in the leg with his foot. The little girl giggled and nodded excitedly.
“We're always good, mummy.” Eloise laughed when her mother tickled her sides, kissing her cheeks. “I pinky promise.” She held out her finger, as Sihtric had shown her. Anya snickered, agreeing to the pinky promise.
“Okay,” Anya kissed her cheek one last time, letting her go, “I guess I can believe that. Have fun, be polite. I love you and I will see you very soon.”
“Wait!” Eloise called, holding her hand out, Anya turned to see Eloise rush by, knocking into Finan's legs. Hugging his waist tightly, she looked at him. “I wanted to give you hug, because I think you'll miss me.”
“I will certainly miss you, sweetheart.” Finan chuckled, kneeling down. Pushing Maeve back, gently, as the shepherd rushed to be in his face. “Look after Maeve for me? Make sure Uhtred behaves. And help Gisela, okay.”
“Okay.” Eloise whispered and nodded. “I will.”
“If you need your ma or I, for anything, Gisela will call. Even if it's just to say good night.” Finan tugged the end of her braid and smiled.
“And if you need me, you can call Gisela.” Eloise giggled, poking him in the forehead as he tugged her braid again.
“I will do that.” Finan held out his arms, hugging Eloise tightly. He stood up, dangling her feet in the air. Before placing her back on the floor. “Okay, off you go. Take Maeve and go annoy Uhtred for a bit.”
“Okay.”
“Behave!” Anya called to the streak of dark hair, Maeve on her heels barking. Looking at Gisela, wide eyed, Anya shrugged. “Have fun.”
“We will. Trust me. Now go.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” Uhtred gestured to the door, muttering his words not to be heard by small ears. “And don't forget to wash the sheets, before you leave.”
“Uhtred.” Gisela smacked him in the back of the head, waving to Anya and Finan as they finally made it out the front door and towards the red car in the drive.
Opening the car door, Finan helped Anya in. Being in the passenger's seat of her own car was a little weird, yet Finan had insisted he drive. Whatever. If he wanted to navigate the early morning roads, Anya was content to read her book. Somewhere along the way, she would convince him to switch, otherwise they would arrive and Finan would be asleep before dinner.
“All set?” Finan asked moving the seat back, being able to reach the gas was step one. Adjusting his sunglasses and puling his worn blue ball cap over his head, he turned to Anya and smiled.
“I think I'm good.” Anya sighed, giving him a short nod. Pulling her coffee from the cup holder, she took a drink and reached for her book that she'd put in the side of the door earlier “Do you know where we're going?”
“Aye,” Finan smirked, moving the car into gear. The small car was an adjustment from his truck, but better for long distance. “Right, this is it. You and I until Monday.”
“Oh god,” Anya blew out a loud breath, watching the house disappear from the side mirror. “I haven't been without a kid for more than a night, since I was in my twenties. I don't think I have ever been for a weekend away, just because.”
“Seriously? You've never just took off for a weekend? Go somewhere else, just to get away from life for a few days?”
Anya shook her head, gripping her book. “I went on a three day honeymoon to Albuferia, Portugal. If that counts? It was gorgeous, he stayed in the room tethered to a laptop and I went out by myself.” Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. “I should have known then, but...anyway. Enough of that. Have you ever taken a weekend trip, just because?”
Finan nodded, a smirk on his lips. “Loads, although I have taken most of them with Maeve. Or Uhtred, Baby Monk, and Sihtric. Nothing romantic.” Watching the direction of traffic, Finan made the left hand turn, and they were officially gone until Monday. “Maybe, when we get back, we should see about taking Eloise for a weekend trip?”
“I think she'd like that. We'll definitely discuss it, but for right now, unless it's an emergency. What if don't talk about that stuff? Focus on us, on this weekend, and just....” Anya shrugged, trying to find the right way to phrase it. “Enjoying life, care free?”
Although he agreed, Finan knew Anya was full of shit. Never, would he tell her that, but she worried about Eloise constantly. It was her job as a mother to do so. For now, he'd play along, pretending that Anya was truly living care free for the next few days, secretly he knew she'd be texting Gisela like crazy. Not that he could judge, he'd already decided the first questions he was going to ask about Maeve and Eloise, when they stopped, and he sent Uhtred the first text of many.
Most of the drive, Finan had refused to let Anya take over. Insisting he was fine, it wasn't that bad. At their first rest stop, as predicted, Finan had his phone out – before Anya – texting Uhtred for an update on Maeve and Eloise. Obviously they were fine, learning how to play poker and sword fight, Uhtred had everything under control.
The second leg of the journey, Anya continued to read, while Finan sang loudly and out of tune to whatever came on the radio. Even if he didn't know the words. Anya laughed, listening to his rendition of Rio by Duran Duran. Not knowing the words didn't stop Finan from singing at the top of his lungs. As easily as Finan amused himself in the car, Anya could imagine how much he would amuse Eloise on a long drive. If they took Eloise for a weekend away, perhaps they would take the train.
“You know,” Finan broke the last hour of near silence. Anya glanced from the window, looking at him. His sunglasses on and his hat pulled over his dark hair, “I really do like it up here.”
“I've never been this far north.” Anya confessed, stretching her arms in front of her and tucking her book back in the side of the door.
“It's nice up here.” Finan briefly looked at the silent gps, signaling to turn right. The car made a wide turn and Finan sighed, announcing that they had five more minutes.
Eagerly, Anya watched as they rounded the lane and Finan took another right, the drive was dirt packed and a bit long. At the end stood the stone cottage, with the bright blue door. It looked a little cliche, something out of a fairy tale. The garden beds brimming with colourful flowers and a tree not far from the front door offering shade.
Anya couldn't wait to get inside, to stretch her legs, and move around. Attempting to grab her bag, along with a few shopping bags that Finan had put in the back, Anya frowned when Finan bumped her hip with his, moving her away from the back of the car. Zero interest in letting her help, Finan instructed her to get the key from his left pocket. Hand down the side of his pants, while he attempted to balance the luggage, Anya rolled her eyes slipping the key from it's secure spot and unlocking the bright blue door. Bags dropped inside the door, Finan sighed.
“I am exhausted.” he ran his hand through his hair, placing his ball cap on the hook by the front door.
“You should have let me do some of the driving.” Anya pouted, hands on her hips. “Then you could have relaxed.”
“It was easier, because I know the way.” Finan argued, playfully wrapping his arm around her neck and kissing her cheek. Extending his arm, as if to show off the house, his smile was worn. “Welcome, m'lady.”
Finan hadn't been teasing, when he said the house wasn't too shabby. Anya had only made it into the entrance, but could already tell it was a work of love. The white and grey contrast was very different than Uhtred and Gisela's other home. The other house was decorated in vibrant reds, blues, and yellows, a cosy and warm environment. Although welcoming and warm, this looked like something from a luxury designer magazine. White leather furniture, steel appliances, and even a white brick fire place stood out in the refurbished stone house. This was an escape, a place to come when you wanted to leave the world behind, but still have all the modern gadgets at your finger tips.
“Kitchen, is through here.” Finan took Anya's hand to show her around. Through the family room with a stairway to the right, past a half bath, a dinning room with floor to ceiling sliding doors to the left, was an impressive kitchen. “A back door to the patio, it wraps around to the big doors there.” pointing to the sliding doors in the dinning room.
“Wow.”
“Mhmm.” Finan nodded. “Now, upstairs we have three bedrooms, a full bathroom, and an en suite in the master. Which is where you will find Gisela's tub.” He chuckled at the mention, it was Gisela's favourite part of the house. “Since we're the only ones here, we'll take the master.”
“Where do you usually sleep?” Anya asked, trying to grab her weekend bag before Finan. No luck.
“I sleep in the south bedroom. It has a fairly comfortable bed, great windows, and a decent view.” Taking the steps, Finan gestured down the hall to the bedroom that he would typically sleep in. “Across the hall, it has two beds and a small balcony.” Leading the way past the full bathroom, Finan stood back allowing Anya to enter the master first. “This is us, for the weekend.”
“And they just let their friends and family use it, whenever?”
“They can't be here, all the time. So, yeah.” Finan placed the bags on the edge of the large bed. “Gis called the care taker yesterday, to tell her that we are here for the weekend. Don't want another intrusion.”
“Oh?” Poking her head into the en suite to see the giant tub and stand in glass walled shower, Anya softly whistled. She was going to enjoy this.
Finan chuckled. “When Osferth was going to propose, he had brought Eadith up. Uhtred forgot that they were here, which meant he and Gisela crashed the weekend. Anyway, it all worked out. Eadith said yes and now they're married.”
“Uh huh. So, have you ever brought anybody else up?” Anya's smirk was sly, her eyes daring Finan to try and lie.
“I told ya, doll.” Finan shook his head. “Only Maeve. I don't come up, unless Uhtred is here. As a rule.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Anya bounced slightly. “Well, I am honoured to be your first.” she teased, laying back on the bed, feet dangling over the side. “Oh my god, I don't think I want to move.”
“Early dinner, then bed?” Making the suggestion, Finan felt himself fighting off a yawn.
“Yes, please.”
Along the way, stopping for fuel, Anya had wandered off to a small shop next door. Grabbing a loaf of fresh bed, some fruits, and cheese. A cheese toastie with fruit was going to be the best thing she'd ever ate, at least for tonight. Finan produced a bottle of wine that he'd remembered to pack, opening the fragrant red wine, he poured two glasses.
The sun still a ways off from setting, Anya sat at the dinning room table, the blinds open enjoying the warmth. Tomorrow she was watching the sunset from the patio, curled up in one of the wooden deck chairs, with a glass of wine. For now, sitting at the table on the bench seat, beside Finan, was exactly what she needed.
Spending her first night in the house, Anya opted for a long bath, while Finan fiddled around the house, insisting he wanted to get things set up. She'd much rather have him soaking in the warm bubbles with her. Leaning back in the tub, Anya could hear him in the bedroom talking on the phone. His tone and laughter gave away that it was Eloise. Nearing her bedtime, Finan had called to make sure she was looking after Maeve for him. On the other side of the half open door, Anya listened as Finan asked Eloise about her day. He gave her a brief description of their drive, telling her that he was glad she was having fun.
A soft knock on the door, Anya sat up, giving Finan permission to enter. The phone on speaker, she could hear Eloise talking about helping Uhtred in the garden tomorrow. They were going to plant a few small trees.
“Hey, stranger.” Anya spoke. Eloise gasped.
“I'm not a stranger, it's me. Silly.” Eloise giggled, whispering to somebody that Anya didn't know who she was. Anya smiled when she heard Gisela whisper something back.
“Oh Eloise! I thought this was Baby Monk.”
“Why would Finan call Baby Monk to say good night?” Eloise giggled harder. Finan nearly died every time Eloise referred to Osferth as Baby Monk. “Mummy, are you tired?”
“I am very tired.” Anya chuckled, smiling at Finan as he knelt beside the large tub holding the phone.
Talking to Eloise for a few minutes, Anya shivered as the water began to cool. Reaching for the towel on the stand next to the tub, she gave Finan a wide, thankful smile when he helped her up before he wrapped the fluffy towel around her body. Stepping out onto the soft bath mat, Anya listened as Eloise talked about her first day with Uhtred and Gisela. Handing the phone to Anya; Finan gave her a light smack on the ass, when she stepped off the mat to head for the bedroom. He couldn't resist.
“Okay, El. It's almost bed time. You need to say good night and get ready for bed.” Anya instructed, perched on the edge of the chair in the bedroom, still wearing her towel.
“Fine.” Eloise huffed.
“I love you.” Anya pretended not to hear the annoyance in her six year old's voice. “Say good night to Finan.”
“Good night, Finan.” Eloise sounded a bit perkier.
“Good night, sweetheart. We'll talk to ya tomorrow, okay?” Finan called, leaning against the bathroom door frame.
Saying good night to Eloise, Anya hadn't been far behind getting into bed. Laying in bed with her book, Anya had fell asleep still clutching her copy of The Girl Behind the Wall. Finan had placed the book on the stand, before shutting off the lamp and rolling over to pull her into his chest.
Anya was met first thing with a cup of coffee and a beaming Irishman, standing beside the bed. Shorts and tshirt that he'd slept in, Finan's hair was stuck in several different directions. Anya smiled, sitting up in bed to accept the coffee.
“First things first, we need to make a trip to the shops.” Anya sipped her coffee, glancing at Finan. His eyes were tired, as he lazily nodded. He should have let her drive some, yesterday. “Do we know what is here?”
“Uh, well there is coffee.” Finan raised his mug, a smirk on his lips. “And we have bread, cheese, and fruit. Wine. I brought six bottles.”
“Good grief, only six?” Anya giggled, nudging him in the side. “Okay, then we need to look. Maybe decide what we want, to save taking stuff back.”
Discussing if they wanted to make the majority of their meals, or go out, Anya looked at Finan as if he was speaking non-sense. Once they were rested, it would be a miracle if they even left the bed they were sitting in. Clearly their dinning trips would be limited, although before they left Finan insisted that they go for dinner in the village, there was a restaurant that Uhtred had taken them to on the last visit, it was something that one could not miss.
“I should get dressed.” Anya didn't really mean it.
“I should shower.” Finan nodded, his coffee in hand.
Anya was beginning to enjoy the lazy mornings spent in bed with Finan, coffee hot, and absolutely no rush. They were becoming more and more frequent, when she could manage it. Laying his head on Anya's shoulder, Finan yawned.
“Are we in a rush?” His accent brought a slight tingle to Anya's soul.
“No.”
“Hmph, good.” Finan nodded and tipped his mug to take a drink. Licking his lips, he glanced up at Anya. Sitting against a pillow and the headboard, she stared out the window a few feet from the bed. The sun was bright and the sky blue, from what Finan could see. “Where's that mind at, doll?”
Anya grinned, turning to face him, she kissed his forehead. “Thinking about us. This. Eloise. How much I really don't want to get up, but I have to.”
“What's the rush? We have all day to go to the shops.”
“No, I have to pee.” Anya announced, nudging him to move off of her shoulder.
Placing the coffee down, Anya scooted from bed. Walking across the room, Finan's eyes trailed her movement. God he loved how her legs looked, how her ass would move as she walked, and that little tummy pouch. Good god she drove him crazy. She complained but he loved to trace the marks on her skin, running along side her abdomen, each one a symbol of what her body had done, carrying Eloise.
Shifting around, Finan huffed taking the last drink of coffee, hoping to will away the stiffness that stirred in his shorts. He wasn't some horny teenager, the mere thought of a woman shouldn't do that to him. Of course, he chuckled at himself, it was Anya.
“Hey doll, when you're done I think I may shower.” He called out, adjusting his position to lessen the strain. Rubbing his hands over his face, he groaned.
“Want to conserve water?” Anya appeared in the door of the en suite, her soft purple satin nightie creating one hell of an image.
“Uh.” Finan croaked, he knew he'd been found out. Anya bit her bottom lip, trying her hardest not to giggle. “Might be a bit cold.”
“Well, what if we take care of that, before you shower?”
“Doll, if I start that now.” Finan shook his head, his eyes darkening as he watched her close the space between the door and the bed. Climbing onto the bed, Anya sat straddled across his knees. “I may...I may not get out of here today.”
Head tilted to the side, Anya shrugged. “I don't think that's a problem. We can get stuff at the shops later.”
“Anya,” Finan tried his best to derail this conversation.
By trying his best, he did nothing more than repeat her name in a firm tone. Hands gripped on her hips, how she loved his fingers digging in to her sides. It was a turn on in itself to feel the cool metal of his rings on her warm flesh as he kneaded her thighs. She raised her brows in a challenge.
“God that tone makes me so wet.” Leaning forward, her forehead against his, she smirked at him. “Would it be rude if I asked to suck your di...”
“Anya!”
“We're alone, we both want it. You kind of need it.” Anya sat back shrugging, innocently pouting. “Finan,” her tone softened, his gaze moving away from her. “What's wrong?”
“I uh, I....we.” He groaned in a mix of agony and frustration. “We have to go to the shops, before. I um. I forgot to pack em. We don't have any condoms.”
Resting back on his knees, Anya blinked. “You could have just told me that. Besides, I don't need one of those, for that.”
“No, but every time you do, we end up...ya know.”
Briefly she toyed with the idea of suggesting in the event things went further, than some morning head, he could always pull out. She didn't endure the pain of an IUD for giggles.
No. Finan was too responsible. Never would he agree to that.
Patting his cheek, Anya wrinkled her nose. “I know, it's because you're so fucking sexy, I can't help myself. I want to be all over you. Whatever, it's up to you. Shower or not. I'm willing to help, that's all.”
Climbing over to the other side of the bed, Anya sat cross legged resting her back against the headboard, picking up the now cold coffee, she took a drink, making sure she had Finan's direct eye contact as she did so. Licking her lips, she ran her tongue a little slower against her bottom lip before noisily taking another gulp.
Fuck!
She was playing with him and there was no way he could win. The idea of a cold shower, wasn't one Finan relished. Grunting, he adjusted the full on tent in his shorts, fuck it.
“You win.” Hand covering his face, the other thrown in the air in defeat.
Placing her mug on the side table, Anya giggled, rushing to free him from the tightening gym shorts. “I promise to make it worth it.”
Motivation had been hard to come by, when it came to making ones self presentable and going into public. At one point, Anya had been cheeky enough to suggest that Finan run to the shops, while she waited in the tub for his return. One bath and she fully understood why Uhtred refused to have a tub like that in both houses. If Anya ever got to design her own bathroom, she was putting in a tub of equal caliber. Finan grumbled, if he had to get out of bed and brave the outside world – so did Anya.
In truth, it wasn't all that bad.
Anya had enjoyed poking around a few smaller shops, browsing among the locals, and seeing what the region had to offer. The last shop on their excursion into town was a cute little bakery on a corner street, Anya had spotted the multi-coloured tarts in the display window, wanting to know more about these intriguing and delightful looking gems.
“Last stop, I promise.” Anya smiled sheepishly at Finan. She'd said that three shops ago, for a woman who didn't want to leave the house, she seemed to be having a good time.
“I don't care if you browse every shop in town, doll.” Finan gave her a kiss on the cheek, pulling the door open for her. Inside smelled like heaven. “We can't tell Sihtric about this.”
“Because he's going to be on you about it?”
“No, because those are giant brownies and he has a weakness.” Finan chuckled pointing out the giant brownies with the thick fudge on top. “I don't want him mad that we're not bringing him one.”
“Two.” Anya smiled at the lady behind the glass display, pointing to the brownies. Turning to Finan her smile was wicked. “I mean, if it survives the weekend, he can have one.”
Anya knew damn well that it wouldn't last the weekend, which is why she'd planned to stop on their way out Monday, to get Sihtric a giant brownie. Maybe, possibly, it would survive the drive home. Two brownies, a bakewell tart, four fresh chocolate chip and almond cookies, plus one raspberry muffin and Anya was ready to head back to the house, where the chances of leaving again today were slim.
Taking the fresh muffin from the bag, Anya took a bite and sighed happily. Holding the muffin out to Finan, she offered him a taste. Brushing bits of muffin from his beard for him, Anya giggled as they walked back to the car.
“It's not as nice as my nana's, but it's okay.” She took another bite, offering another bite to Finan. “When my mom comes to visit, I will get her to make some.”
While his hands were full, getting Anya to fish the keys out of his left pocket, Finan balanced the bags. Opening the back of the car, Anya rolled her eyes and scolded him for not letting her carry any of the bags. Again. She had two perfectly fine arms that could do as much work as he could.
“Your weekend, away, doll. No working.” Finan raised his brow, opening her door, and taking a bite from the muffin that had been on offer.
“You're a pain in my ass.” Anya quipped, as he got into the driver's seat. Again with the not letting her drive.
“Noted.” Finan gave her a firm nod. “When are your parents coming?”
“October, maybe November.” Anya answered, leaning over to steal the rest of the muffin from Finan, he was about to take the last bite as she quickly snatched it. “Eloise has told them everything she knows about you.”
“Should I be worried?”
“No, I've told you before, my dad is going to love you. Mom, she takes time. It's not personal, but she always has Eloise in mind and...” Anya paused, picking at her nails, “she really hated my ex. Even before we got married. I think it's harder for her now, to accept that I have someone.”
“She's your ma, of course she worries about you and she's going to worry about Eloise.” Finan kept his attention on the road. “I will do my best to prove that I'm not some arseling, doll.”
Brushing her hand through the back of Finan's hair, Anya smiled, her tone soft. “I know you will.”
If her mother needed proof that he was in this for the long haul, Finan was ready to provide it. This wasn't some fleeting romance, nor was it some game to be played. If Anya would say yes, he'd risk asking her to marry him right where they sat. Asking such a thing, a few days shy of three months together would not go well, which is why he'd keep that thought to himself and find other ways to prove his worth.
Finan watched the car ahead of him slowly moving through the left hand turn, his eyes watching the traffic, he could avoid talking. If he opened his mouth right now then he would only say something that could be mistaken as stupid. Hell, here he was thinking about proposals and he hadn't even told the woman he loved her yet.
Soon.
Definitely soon.
“Before we get out of this car,” Anya broke the silence as Finan parked in front of the house, “Get the keys out and let me carry some of the bags.”
“Is that a request?”
“No, it's a direct order.” Anya huffed, playfully shoving Finan's arm.
“Fine, this once.” Finan played into it, making a show of pulling the keys out of his pocket and handing them to Anya. “Unlock the door and we can bring the bags in, since you are into giving orders.”
“You are pushing it.” Anya teased, pushing the car door open, she walked towards the front door. Hearing the back of her car open, she gasped. Fuck it! Finan had managed to do it again. How the hell was he so fast? He'd had the bags from the back before Anya even got turned around to rush back to the car. “Finan.”
“Unlock the door.” He half, teasingly, shouted. “These aren't light.”
“You arse.” Anya whined, pouting at him.
Inside, she shook her head, watching him put everything on the island in the middle of the kitchen. This was growing to be ridiculous. Every time she tried to help, Finan was one step ahead and waiting for her to try and make the move. Anya huffed, arms folded across her chest, watching him pull the fresh sea food from the bag.
“I'm sorry, doll.” He smirked, walking toward her, his lips puckered.
Pushing his face away, Anya shook her head. “No, absolutely not. You didn't listen to me, Finan.”
“Anya, doll.” His tone as soft as his eyes. “Are you really upset?”
“I wanted to help, I'm not used to having everything done for me and...” she inhaled and took a moment. “I feel like you're taking away all of my control. I like it, sometimes, but not all the time. Especially when I told you.”
“Oh, doll. I...I didn't realise.”
“I've been trying to tell you, but you haven't exactly listened to me. I love that you want to take care of me, to take care of everything and I respect that it's your nature.” Anya held her lip between her teeth, was she seriously going to cry? Inhaling, she shook her head at herself. “I'm sorry, this is silly. I need to learn to let other people handle things.”
“No, it's not silly. You are absolutely allowed to feel this way. I'm sorry,” placing the bag of sea food in the sink, Finan wiped his hands on the wet dish cloth. “Come here, doll.” He held his arms out, stepping into his arms, Anya huffed. “I need to listen better. Okay, let's get this put away. We will make dinner, and talk about this.”
“Okay.” Anya whispered, her face hidden in his chest. She felt like such a mess. “Oh god, this is a great weekend away.”
“Hey, that is what this weekend is for. We need time out from life, but it's not going to hurt us if we spend some time building this relationship. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Nodding, Anya squeezed her eyes shut. Finan's hand rubbed gently across her back, the feeling left her a little more relaxed than she had been a few seconds ago. Oh Fuck. How could she be so emotional about these silly little things?
Finan had been an arse and he knew it. Well, he knew it now.
Asking Anya to help with dinner had turned into a silent event, she was happy to take his instruction, zesting lemons and cutting off slices of bread to toast. Anya's real strength in this was cleaning up. As Finan would make a mess, she would be right behind him cleaning, it would save time later.
Silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, yet the familiar comfort wasn't there as it usually was. Finan wouldn't say he was on egg shells, but he certainly kept in mind what he was doing over the hour it took them to make dinner. Asking Anya for little things, tiny bits of help here and there. He had heard her loud and clear, she was upset. Never his intentions to upset her, he'd rather run over his own foot, than do that.
“Dinner,” Finan sat the bowl of pasta in lemon sauce down on the table, as Anya finished setting two places. Side by side on the bench seat, “and then I guess whatever you pull out of that bakery bag.” he teased.
“Where did you even learn to cook?” Anya looked at the bowl on the table, it was something she had never actually asked Finan. Despite his ability in the kitchen.
“I took classes in high school. At first, it was to get me out of the house.” Finan explained, reaching for Anya's plate. He'd signed up to get out of minding his half-brother Conall. You weren't supposed to hold a grudge against an innocent party, yet Finan had and still did. Perhaps that was his toxic trait? “But I enjoyed it. I thought about culinary school, before deciding on business. I've taken a few more courses over the years and most of it has been self taught.”
“Well it certainly paid off.” Anya gazed at the well put together dish of seafood, pasta, and lemon sauce. “Eloise is still talking about that frittata.”
“I'll have to teach her how to make one, it's a useful skill.” Finan couldn't hide his grin. “Wait.” his hand shot out, stopping Anya from taking the first bite. Leaving the table, Finan rummaged around in the kitchen, coming back with two glasses, a bottle of white wine, and the pepper grinder. “It needs the pepper or the lemon will fall flat. And well, the wine just because it goes nice.”
“Thank you.” Anya accepted the glass of wine.
“So, want to talk about what happened earlier?” There was no use wasting time.
“I um...I am really embarrassed by that.” Starring at her plate, Anya shrugged. “I'm sorry.”
“Anya, you can tell me when I am being a dickhead.” Finan sat gazing into his wine as if it held all the answers to life. “I need it sometimes.”
“I'm not used to doing that and having somebody take it seriously.” Anya shrugged. “I think it's why I ended up in a loveless marriage with a man who cheated on me, but I can't keep blaming him either. It was my mistake. Since then, the only way I know how to be on my own is to control everything.”
“You're not on your own, doll. I'm here and I fully intend on staying for as long as you'll have me.”
“I don't know what I did to get you.”
“Oh trust me, you probably deserve far better than me.”
Anya shook her head. “No, I think you're exactly what I needed. You're exactly what Eloise needed, too.” pushing her dinner around with her fork, she shrugged. “I need to learn how to let go of this crazy control issue and just be. You know?”
“Aye, I think I know what ya mean.” Finan nodded, taking a drink of his wine. “Look, I am here for you. No matter what, I'm not easy to scare away.”
Picking a piece of pasta off of her plate, Anya sat her fork down folding her hands in front of her. “I know that we'd planned to have dinner, then watch the sunset, but I think I have another idea.”
Explaining the thoughts that had tumbled into her mind, Anya held her breath, almost. Waiting for Finan to decide. “Are ya sure?”
“Yes.”
“Anya, if you're not one hundred percent certain, then...”
“I am. I mean, we were going to end up having sex at some point tonight anyway.” She looked at Finan, blinking slowly. “Why not see how this works for us?”
“Because, right now, emotions are high and...”
“And that is why we should. All I'm asking, is that we get a little vulnerable. Communication and take our time. You're the one who keeps saying with the right person and the right amount of time.” Anya shifted on the bench seat, turning to face Finan straight on. “It's just sex with more words and a little less pawing at each other.”
“Okay,” Finan shrugged. What did they have to lose? “I'll clean up the dishes, you head up and I'll be right along. Is that okay?”
Anya nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, thanks for asking.”
Laying on her stomach, Anya rested her head on her folded arms, Finan sat on his knees beside her legs. Feather light touches grazing up the back of her calf, she hummed. Bending her knee, he held her lower leg kissing from the pad of her foot, up to her ankle, along the back of her calf. His beard was coarse against her delicate skin, Anya closed her eyes, enjoying the attention.
Lowering her leg, he bent his head, his tongue dipping across the soft skin on the back of her knee, dragging up the back of her thigh. Tongue replaced by kisses, Anya squirmed at the feeling pooling in her stomach. Tracing the curve of her ass cheek with his tongue, Finan smirked against her bare flesh. Before him, ripe to the taking, he couldn't resist. On the other side of her ass, his hand landed a soft yet sharp slap. Skin echoing and Anya's yelp breaking the silence. Finan chuckled.
“Oh my god.”
“I didn't hurt you, did I, doll?” He asked, bending over her, his breath hot on her cheek.
“No, I just....Would you do it again?”
“Of course, doll.”
Kissing between her shoulder blades, down her spine, Finan's hands gripped her ass cheeks. Massaging them with a firm pressure. Anya moaned, as he squeezed and kneaded her flesh. Amused by the way she would whimper when he stopped, Finan placed another kiss on her shoulder, this time his hand landed on the left cheek, the sting of his hand and rings lingered. Anya yelped and thrust her ass back at him.
“Finan.” She lifted her head to look at him, the look of wanting masked his usual sweet and kind eyes.
“Hmm?”
“Oh god.” She whispered.
“You okay with this?”
“Yeah.”
Once more, his hand landed against her ass cheek, Anya moaned with her head back, and felt the wetness between her legs growing. Rubbing her bare, slightly redden cheeks, Finan admired the woman laid before him. He couldn't see her eyes, her head laid on her arms, but he knew the exact green they had turned the moment she'd gotten aroused. Dark hair brushing against her shoulders, he moved her hair to one side kissing in behind her ear. Anya whimpered, but laid still, his body covering hers.
“You are phenomenal, doll.” His voice held a tinge of roughness.
Laid over her, hands on either side of her head, to support his weight and not crash on top of her, Finan pressed his nose against the back of her hair. Her scent was enough to get him excited. Against her bare skin, Anya could feel every little movement of muscle and hair pressed against her. Finan shifted his weight, causing Anya to whine at the loss of pressure.
“Finan,” lifting her head, she looked over her shoulder as he stood from the bed, “where are you going?”
“Lay your head down.” He held her hips, pulling her ass into the air. Kneeling beside the bed, he urged her to back up a little more, feet hanging over the edge. “I want to touch every inch of you,” His hand ran along her ass, “taste it too.”
“Please do.” Her voice was hoarser than she had anticipated. “I want you to.”
Nudging her thighs apart, Finan ran his hand along the smooth skin, Anya's skin covered in goosebumps as the slightest touch. On the inside of her right thigh she could feel the coolness of the thick brass ring on his right index finger. A smooth contrast to the square celtic knot ring on his right ring finger, the edges rigid and a little rough on her skin. Caressing her hip with his left hand, she had to concentrate hard to feel the thinning band of his granda's family crest on his ring finger. Little things that she'd committed to memory, the things she thought about when she spent nights alone, replaying these moments in her mind over and over like a worn projector.
How his beard felt grazing her body, his breath hot on her skin, and his voice. His words tumbling out in that delicious Irish accent. Or how his eyes would cloud just a little, when he drew closer to release. The smell of his cologne tainted with sweat and that aroused scent that was only Finan.
His breath ghosting across her folds, Anya shifted her hips, anticipation of what was to come next. Her breath caught and her legs bucked the tiniest bit, when she felt his finger graze against her wetness.
“Hmm.” she sighed deeply. “Please, Finan, don't tease me.”
“Pleasure takes time, doll.” His voice was low. Dragging his finger from one end of her slickness to the other, he hummed in satisfaction. All for him. “I love how wet you've gotten with just a few smacks on the ass.”
Adjusting his height, rising further on his knees, he pulled her hips further back on the bed. Knees dangerously close to going over the edge, Anya arched her back and whined. He was enjoying this too much. “You're supposed to be listening to me, remember?” she huffed and snorted.
“I know, I know.” He chuckled lightly, surprising her with his tongue against her clit. Anya yelped when he pressed his flattened tongue against the bundle of nerves, nearly sitting back against his face. Thick beard pressed against her sensitive, wet center, Finan kissed between her legs with an upward motion moving his beard against her.
“You have no idea how good that feels.” Anya mewled.
“It's about to feel better.”
Pressing his face between her legs, Finan chuckled against her. Anya sighed and closed her eyes, tightly, enjoying the feel of his tongue, teeth, and fingers against her body. Sucking on her, he dipped two fingers into her. She loved how he knew exactly how to curl and twist to get the best out of her. It was like having somebody read a map that they had read so many times it was beginning to wear, the difference was Anya would never start to wear thin when it came to the pleasure Finan brought her.
“How is that?” He kissed against her thigh, his thumb rubbing her clit, two fingers curling in an upward motion pressing against her inside walls.
“Finan, babe. I...I need it, like that.” She ground her hips into his face.
“Like this?” He traced small quick circles against the bundle of nerves. Tongue flicking against her at rapid pace.
“Yes!”
Arms now around her waist, holding her up, as her knees wobbled under her. Finan moved his tongue deeper into her folds. Anya pushed her ass back into his face, not wanting the sensation to stop. She was shaking like a leaf, her mind clouded, and all she could focus on was the feeling of his tongue against her most sensitive spots. With each stroke of his tongue, Anya could feel his beard against her sensitive skin, she was going to be raw from this.
“I can't.” Her words came between pants. “I can't take...take it. I need to. Oh god.” she sobbed loudly.
“It's okay, doll. I've got ya.” His accent somehow seeming thicker in arousal. Arms tighter around her waist, he was the only thing holding her up. Her legs felt like jelly knelt before him. “Let go, I got ya. Yer okay.”
“Finan.” Crying out, she jerked back body sweating and trembling. He knew she was close, one or two more scrapes of his teeth and she was undone. “I'm....I need to. Fuck.”
Holding her up, he supported her with an arm under her waist, slowly letting her down. Anya laid face down on the pillows, her breath shallow and her heart racing. Her legs were tight and her mind a million miles away. Finan slowly rubbed her back, his hands making long, firm strokes up and down her spine. “You're okay. I'm right here.”
Rolling over, Anya laid for a moment, starring at the ceiling. Deep breaths in through her nose. Finan knelt on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight. Giving her a moment to unwind and come back.
“Anya,” his voice soothing and calm, “are you okay, doll?”
“Mhmm.” Anya nodded, brushing her hair from her eyes she couldn't help the laugh. Sitting up, she moved across the bed, chest to chest with Finan her hands in his hair, she pulled him closer. Tasting herself on his lips, she groaned, biting his bottom lip as she pulled away.
Gently rubbing the corner of his beard, she giggled. “You've got a little.”
“You're a little messy, what can I say?”
“Oh, I am sure you could say lots.” She challenged, tracing her finger down his chest and along his abdomen. His muscles clenched, as she drug her nail against him, going further and further until she firmly had his growing length in her hand. Stroking his semi hard on, her eyes locked on his face. Lip held between her teeth, Anya shrugged. “God I want to feel you in my mouth.”
“Then go ahead.”
“Sit.” Anya demanded, climbing off of the bed, her knees pressing into the hardwood flooring of the bedroom. On the edge of the bed, Finan watched her with a lustful stare. Hand wrapped around him, he adjusted his hips.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous.” she hissed, stroking his cock. Moving her hand once more along his length, she looked up at him, those green eyes wide and devilish as she slid him into her mouth. The warm, wet sensation sent his hips forward. Anya coughed, trying not to gag, when his full length reached the back of her throat.
“Shit, doll.” Finan grunted, her tongue dragging against his length when she pulled her head back, letting him go from her warm embrace.
“I love having your cock in my mouth.” She kissed along his shaft, teasing him into a full erection. “There you go, such a good boy.” She stroked him once more, her eyes playfully watching his face. Jaw slack, Finan huffed. She had barely started and he was already coming undone. “Do you like it when I suck your dick?”
“I'd like it more, if you put my dick in your mouth and stopped talking.” Finan growled.
“Oh Finan, you need patience.” Anya scolded him, mischievously giggling. Licking the tip of his erection, she moaned and licked her lips. “Mm, I love how you taste.”
“Anya.” His voice firm, she rubbed her thighs together creating a friction. Fuck it, she loved when he used that tone with her. “Don't make me take over.”
“What if I want you to take over?” Her stare daring him. “Hm? What if I like you pulling my hair and fucking my face?”
“Is that what you want? Me to use your mouth?”
“Is that what you want?”
Before Finan could comprehend a reply, she had him back in her mouth, his entire length taken and the tip grazing the back of her throat. Anya inhaled sharply through her nose, taking as much of him as she could without causing herself to gag around him. Tears were slowly forming in her eyes, from the position of her jaw. She loved feeling the weight of him in her mouth, tracing her tongue against the veins that ran along his shaft, and his taste when he would finally give in and finish.
“Look at you, doll.” He watched her hollow her cheeks, moving down his length, the feeling of her tongue was driving him crazy. One hand on his hip, the other on his balls. Fuck. “Such a good girl, take it all.” he jutted his hips forward forcing himself into her mouth a little rougher than intended. Anya gagged but kept going.
“You are so fucking stunning.” Finan tightened his grip on her hair, Anya placed both hands on his ass, pushing his hips forward. “Oh, so you do want me to fuck your pretty mouth?” Trying to nod with his dick half way down her throat, Anya pulled back and took a deep breath, spit running down her chin.
“Yes.”
Was all he needed.
Hands in her hair, Finan steadied her movement, his grip guiding her and setting the pace. Eyes watering, she relaxed allowing him to use her in whatever manner he wished. Her nose pressed into his groin, the smell of his sweat and cologne burning into her memory. Using her, his hips thrust forward fucking her gorgeous mouth, warm and wet, he groaned when she would slide her tongue against him with each thrust. She was absolutely stunning on her knees, letting him use her in this way. Anya moaned, his dick twitched, it wouldn't be much longer before he was finished.
Vision blurry, Anya could feel him twitching and Finan's thrusts were getting sloppier. Squeezing his ass, she felt his pace stammer for a beat, before thrusting his cock back into her mouth, holding her head steady he grunted and a long guttural groan followed. Anya continued to work up and down his shaft, looking up at her handsome Irishman, his head was back and his eyes closed as she greedily licked and sucked everything he had given her in a release. Anya kept going until she could feel his cock go limp, pulling back she continued to stroke him with her hand, she was desperate to feel him inside of her and be damned if she was waiting too much longer.
“Doll,” Finan called her attention, looking up at him with big eyes she whimpered, when he brushed his thumb against her chin cleaning her face off, “just...just give me a minute.”
Reaching for her hand, Finan helped pull her up off the floor. Straddling his knee as he sat on the edge of the bed, Anya pushed her hands through his hair. Rubbing down the back of his neck, she squeezed his shoulders and smiled. “Are you good?”
Finan cupped her chin, bringing her lips down to his. Kissing her, he snuck his tongue into her mouth, greedily pulling her into him, he groaned against the kiss. Anya smirked, leaning back, she sighed. “I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, I am good. Going to need a few more seconds, but I am good. Are you okay? How are you feeling?” He tucked a piece of her dark hair behind her ear, taking her hands in his. Kissing her knuckles, his brow furrowed. “I haven't been too rough, have I?”
Anya shook her head. “No, it's been perfect.”
“Good. Good.” Finan cleared his throat, massaging her ass, he smirked when she moved her hips against his leg. “Okay, you.”
“Just trying to help. You have no idea how much I want you, right now.”
“I think I have some inkling.” Finan chuckled, she stood straddling his knee and he could feel just how much she wanted him. “Lie down.”
Leaving his lap, Anya climbed across the bed, getting comfortable against the pillows that she'd been resting on earlier. Finan stood, his body twitching with each movement as he walked to the worn brown leather overnight bag, digging in the pocket Anya watched him grab the box of condoms they had picked up earlier. They weren't the ones she liked, but they would work for the weekend. Stretched out, Anya waited, watching Finan fumble with the box. Grumbling that they were stupid and he hated this packaging. Anya giggled as he got flustered with the box, tripping over his discarded jeans. The package in his hand flopping onto the bed as Finan knelt onto the mattress.
“Condom. Fuck.” Finan muttered, reaching around the messed up bedding. “Where did that...” he reached under Anya's head and the pillows. If he wasn't so fucking frustrated by just having his brains sucked through his dick, he would have saw the purple package sitting next to his knee.
“Finan.” Reaching for the package, Anya held it between her fingers. “You need to take a breath.”
“Doll, I can't relax until I know...” Finan snatched the package back.
“Hush.” She giggled, kissing him to stop the babbling. “Are you nervous?”
“No.” Lies. His stomach was in his throat and he was fairly nervous. Up until now everything had been perfect and he wanted it to continue that way, he wanted it – Anya deserved it to be perfect.
“It's not the first time we've had sex. We both know what to expect, it's okay to relax.” She gave him a small smile, calmly taking his hands in hers, she kissed his knuckles. She'd seen first hand, if Finan got too stressed out, it took him a while to get things...going again. “Let me.”
Pulling the top of the package open, Anya winced. She hated the feeling of the sticky lube that every condom company seemed to own shares in. Deep breath. Condom ready in one hand, she gently teased Finan with the other. He grunted, shifting his hips forward into her hand.
“Easy.” She giggled, rolling the unpleasantly sticky barrier over his shaft. Kissing his cheek, she wiped her hand against his chest, the hair acting like a makeshift towel. Finan groaned, but she insisted it was easier to clean off of him than Gisela's sheets.
“You are something else.”
“I know.” Arms around his neck, she leaned back dragging him with her. “Now, show me how you really feel.”
Finan quietly doubted if there was enough time in the world, to show her how he really felt. In the moment, he could do his best to convey his feelings. To show her how much he loved, adored, and cherished her. How much he wanted her, not just tonight, but every single moment of time. Anya loved feeling him on top of her, his weight a familiar comfort.
Weight pressing against her, Anya gripped his body with her thighs, Finan grunted at the pressure surrounding him. Two bodies moving together, good lord he had yet to find a better feeling than her wrapped around him. It was like a dance, in a sort of way, bodies swaying and moving perfectly timed. A little less refined, though that didn't matter. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, panting and grunts of pleasure a background symphony.
“Why are you so good at,” Anya gasped, her thoughts temporarily halting, “that. Oh.”
One leg hooked around his hip, the other extended to rest on his shoulder, Anya couldn't help the tears that ran down her cheeks, the cries catching in her throat only a moment before erupting throughout the room. Between her legs, Finan kissed her right knee, his weigh pressing her leg further into the air with each thrust, shaking against his shoulder. Anya grabbed for anything she could, be it the sheets or Finan.
“Touch yourself for me.” Finan growled through clenched teeth.
Anya did as she was told, her left hand sliding between their bodies, she rubbed the sensitive ball of nerves between her thumb and forefinger. Stomach clenching, her right hand cupped and roughly massaged her breast, pinching her nipple she hissed.
“Like ya mean it, doll.” He kissed her feverishly. His words echoing through her mind, as he nipped her bottom lip, kissing her harder and deeper.
Frantically working her fingers against her clit, Anya moaned, her stomach twisting into knots with each thrust. Finan grunted, dropping her right leg he grabbed her hips pulling her body to meet his. Legs around his waist, Anya couldn't help the cries that slipped through. Involuntarily her body jerked and she felt an intense pressure throughout, head to toe felt like a crackle of electricity. Finan drove his hips forward and that's when it happened. Anya squealed, the growing wetness pooling between her legs, Finan felt it too. Spreading against him, the wetness dribbling down her body and onto the sheets.
“Fin-Finan.” Anya screeched, her body on fire, holding onto him with one hand, her nails digging into his sides. The other still working between her legs. “Fin...Oh god, please.”
“Good girl, Anyaaa.” He praised through clenched teeth, grunting, as she tightened around him milking him to his own release.
“That's it just like that, come on baby.” Arms around his neck, Anya kissed his chest. “Look at me, look at me babe.” She coaxed, she loved the look in his eyes when he came. A mix of pure lust and desire, those gorgeous brown eyes would stare straight into her, giving her shivers. “Oh.” She whimpered, her body having one last spasm before Finan shouted, his arms giving in and he went face down in her tits.
“Fucking hell.” He mumbled, his voice rough and muffled by her breasts. Pushing himself away from Anya, he sat on his knees, admiring the mess she'd become under him. “You're fucking stunning.”
Flushed, Anya felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze. Laying in the bed, exposed, she felt...Oh shit. What emotion wasn't she feeling.
"Is rowing the only reason they call you Finan the Agile?" Anya huffed, her pulse racing and her body sheened in sweat. Finan laughed in spite of himself.
“Let me help you get cleaned up. You wait here.” He kissed her shoulder, lifting himself from the bed. His bare feet were muffled as he walked across the floor into the en suite. Anya laid on the bed, unable to move more than her head for the first few moments.
It had been far too long since she'd felt that good.
Finan reappeared, although she didn't give him much mind, until the warm cloth grazed against her inner thigh. Sitting up enough to look at him she smiled. “Thank you. I didn't know my body could even do that. Holy shit."
"I've told ya, it's amazing what the right person and time can do."
Anya hummed.
“If you want, we can run a shower?” He spoke soothingly. His accent like a comforting blanket.
“I don't think I can stand that long.” Her chuckle was airy.
He continued to wipe the warm cloth up her thigh and across her swollen folds. "There's a seat in the shower. You'll thank me later, doll.”
"I don't know that I can even walk that far."
"Well then, I'll carry ya."
“Maybe just hold my hand?” Anya sat up, reaching her hand out to Finan.
The shower was warm and inviting, caressing her muscles and body, she sighed as she sat on the seat for the first few seconds enjoying the water. The door slid open and Finan stepped in, his body sweaty, she admired the patches of dark hair that adorned that thick, well built, muscular frame. The things that body could do.
“Up ya get, doll.” His tone was hushed, as he helped her to her feet. “Let's get cleaned up. Bed's fresh, so when we're done you can go get right into those clean sheets.”
Allowing Finan to take care of her. She had never felt this loved, even married, there had never been this much connection. Why hadn't she met Finan ten years ago?
Back in the bedroom she'd managed to get a pair of knickers on with Finan's help, climbing into the soft sheets. She'd have to ask Gisela where these had came from, they were glorious. Finan dragged the blankets up around them, Anya scooting closer she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was a furnace, but she didn't mind. His warmed muscles were soothing against her naked skin.
“Thank you.” Anya whispered, pulling his arm around her body.
“For?” Resting his chin on her head, Finan inhaled her scent.
“Being you? For listening? For that! For making me feel like I'm actually desirable?”
“Oh doll, you are more than desirable, trust me.”
Tagging: (I am never sure who to tag, if you wish to be added/removed please tell me) @geekandbooknerd @gemini-mama @fuckoffbard @mrsalwayswrite @whitedarkmoonflower @earl-aive @sunshinepanic @grlwtskulltattoo @trenko-heart @heavenly1927 @cacti123322 @booknerd0612 @norisdedith @justagirlwanderingearth @deandoesthingstome @masked-lost-girl
The candles' light has gone low now, yet the room is still bathed in amber hues. I gaze up at him in the golden glow, nervous and yet yearning to feel his touch again, yearning for him to kiss me. As if he can read my mind, he leans down and softly plants a kiss upon my lips. Our kisses grow feverish, our tongues overlapping the other's, as his hands slide behind my neck and over my breasts, down my stomache, down to my legs. And then I feel his hand rising up, up, up, beneath my slip, until his thumb and pointer finger loop around my undercovering, and slowly begin to slide them off. I whimper and pull away from the kiss, but Lloyd kisses my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, my ear, and haggardly whispers, "It's all right. You're safe…".
His breath is hot against my neck, sending shivers and tingles all through me. He pulls back as he slides my undercovering down and away from my legs, tossing them aside without a single glance. Suddenly, I don't want anything covering me anymore. I want to be naked beneath him, to feel his gaze on my skin, to memorize the look on his face when he sees my breasts for the first time. I begin to lift the hem of my slip, when his hand stops me. Confused, I give him a quizzical, almost hurt look.
"Not just yet. I want to savor this. To savor you", he purrs.
I tilt my head, unsure of his meaning. I watch him lower himself flat on his stomach while his hands slowly pry open my legs wider. I bite my lip and watch him, curious as to what he's doing, before his face begins to lower to a place his should not be near. I react and grab his hair quickly, but he merely chuckles and smiles at me.
"Trust me", he says.
Cautiously, I let go. He lowers his face once again. A minute later, I feel him kiss that place no other besides myself has ever been. I gasp at the feel of his lips against my flesh, and then gasp louder when I feel something warm, wet, and slick slide up and down my folds. My eyes widen and I grasp the blanket, grasp the pillow, grasp anything within reach to steady myself to these new feelings. As Lloyd kisses and licks me, my breathing turns more rapid, more shallow, and a strange feeling begins to etch in my throat. I close my eyes as pleasure begins to envelop me, and a small sound I've never made before escapes my lips.
At that, Lloyd pauses suddenly. It is as if the sound I made rings throughout the room. Then, he begins again, sliding his tongue up and down my flower a bit more hungrily, lapping at something I can feel coming out of me. His tongue slips inside me and I cry out again, my head tossing back into the pillow, as moan after moan escapes my lips. I open my eyes briefly, but then quickly close them again as pleasure crashes over me like a wave. I can feel something building in me, higher, higher, higher. As Lloyd continues feasting upon me, I suddenly cry out long and loud as something explodes from within me.
Panting, I try to regain myself as Lloyd laps up the sweet nectar of my flower. When he's had his fill, he pulls back, his lips and part of his cheek glistening with wet slick. I gaze at him beneath heavy lids, my chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my slip. He wipes the fog from his glasses and grins at me.
"Thank you for that delectable meal", he teases, wiping his mouth and cheek with the back of his hand.
I feel my face flush and sink back into the pillows, embarrassed and yet titillated. As Lloyd picks himself up, I notice the bulge that has grown in his trunks, and gasp softly.
"Don't be afraid. We're gonna go slow, I promise. Now, about this slip….", he remarks, eyeing the glistening pink fabric of my silk slip. "May I?", he asks. I nod.
With gentle ease, Lloyd peels the slip away from my body. His gaze freezes upon my naked form beneath him. My slip slides through his fingers and falls to the floor. Peach-pink nipples perk up from being exposed to the suddenly chill air, and I find myself trembling beneath him once again. Without a word, Lloyd lowers himself to my chest. I make another strangled cry as his hand cups my left breast, and his lips kiss my tender, pale flesh. His tongue finds the pert mound, and soon he begins sucking on and swirling his tongue over my nipple. I moan and watch, my face hot, my heart pounding rapidly like a drum.
Part of me wants to push him away, but another part of me, a stronger part of me, wants this. As Lloyd feasts from one breast to the other, my fingers curl into his hair. He lifts his head away from my chest and his lips crash against mine, while his hands squeeze and rub my breasts, my body, my waist, my rear. Our kiss is hot and wild, like no kiss I've ever experienced before. But then, all of this is more than I have ever experienced before. And I find that I'm….enjoying it. I'm enjoying these feelings Lloyd is unearthing in me, as if I was a dying seed, buried in the earth, and his kisses, his touch, are the light I've been yearning to be showered in, to be watered and fed with.
Lloyd pulls away, leaving me panting, and my tongue throbbing for more.
"Gods, I don't think I can hold back anymore. I want you, Sia", he groans, his voice thick and heavy.
I breathe in deep and hard. "I want you too. What comes now?", I ask.
Lloyd smiles and sits back. He removes his trunks and throws them aside. For the second time, my mouth drops open at the glorious sight of him. Beneath a forest of chocolate brown hair, his long, sizeable member reaches up, the crown practically touching his belly button. I look up at him, and I see myself reflected in the candlelight of his glasses, my blue-green eyes shimmering and twinkling like stars in my head.
"It might hurt, at first, but if I did my job well, it shouldn't", he reassures.
I lick my lips and nod. He parts my legs again, and reaches toward my flower. Slowly and carefully, he pushes a finger into me. I gasp and make another strange sound. He moves his finger in and out of me, wet slick coating his finger as he inserts it in and out. It begins to feel good, and I start to breathe heavier and moan softly. A few more minutes of this, and I'm wetter than I was before.
"That should be good. I loosened you up some. Are you ready?", he says.
I breathe deep. "I'm ready".
Lloyd positions himself above me, gliding his hands down my breasts, my waist, thumbing the curves of my pelvis. Then, he slowly begins to push into me, as his hands find mine. I cry out as the large head of his crown continues to press into me, my folds giving way to him, as wet slides down around him. He kisses my cheek, then my other cheek.
"That's it. That's a good girl. Take it. Take it all. Take all of me", he purrs into my ear.
I feel him entering me more and more, slowly, gently, as if I could break beneath him. I gasp as I feel him fill me up more and more, and then, with a "pop" and a rush, the rest of him slides into me, until his base hits my folds. I gasp for air, my eyes widening. He holds my hands harder, his fingers interlacing with mine.
"There's a good girl. You did it", he praises me.
A tear trickles down my cheek and I laugh nervously. He kisses it, and licks his lips, delighting in the salty taste, before pressing his lips to mine again. As we kiss, he slowly begins to pull out and then push back in, rocking gently to and fro into me. Pain gives way to pleasure, and soon the room is echoing with the sounds of my moans and Lloyd's groans and moans. My hands grasp at his back, reaches up to the back of his head, as I moan more and more, louder and louder.
His groans become harder and heavier in my ear, his soft grunting in time with the rythmic pulsing of our bodies. I can no longer feel my heart. All I can feel is him and a pleasure I had never known lifting me, lifting us, into the heated throes of a passionate, starry sky. His hand cups my face as he rocks into me, harder and faster, my body growing used to him, my flower hungrily squeezing and pulling him more and more into me.
I begin to feel that strange sensation again, that strange buildup rising in me higher and higher, as he pumps into me over and over.
"Ohh Lloyd!! Lloyd!!", I cry.
He moans my name, burying his face in my hair, panting into my ear, his body moving expertly against me as his love slams into me over and over, over and over. I don't want it to stop. I don't want it to end. But the feeling is getting stronger, stronger.
"I…I feel something!!", I cry, closing my eyes.
"Not yet!", Lloyd cries.
"Together with me. Come with me, together!!", he moans.
I open my eyes and look up at him, and his gaze locks onto mine. I grab the back of his head harder, my pants and moans growing wilder and more frantic. Lloyd groans and closes his eyes.
"I'm coming!!", he cries.
Together, we shout toward the sky, as his back arches into me, and mine arches against him. I feel something hot and warm fill me up inside, spurt after spurt rushing inside me. Lloyd pumps himself into me again, one, two, three times he thrusts, and then slowly pulls himself out. I watch as his cock, coated in wet, thick, white ooze, rest against my battered and moistened folds. Our panting slows and we smile at each other.
"That…felt amazing", I say.
"I'm glad. But I'm not quite finished yet", he replies, licking his lips.
Can we know what Tamayo and Yushiro are like in this au and what their roles would be?
Tamayo used to work for Muzan as a mermaid scientist but she grew increasingly uncomfortable with him and his practices after learning that he was running a mermaid black market ring. She had fallen ill and only found out later that Muzan had experimented on her with her own research to cure her. The end result of the experiment was Tamayo is now part mermaid on her arms and legs. Her blood was infused with mermaid blood as well so she can use mermaid magic through the scent of her blood.
As much as Tamayo wanted to leave, she knew Muzan wouldn’t make it easy for her to leave given how much she knows about his organization and the fact she was a successful artificial hybridization of humans and mermaids. Luckily, she was able to flee when a stranger with long, maroon hair attempted to stop Muzan forcefully.
She went into hiding and started up a small mermaid health clinic. This is where she rescued Yushirou. He was a sickly little mermaid but she nursed him back to health with what she had learned while working for Muzan. Yushirou became fiercely loyal to Tamayo and even taught himself Japanese just to be able to communicate with her. He’s still fairly weak but under Tamayo’s tutelage, he was able to utilize his innate magical ability for illusion magic (just like his Lady Tamayo). Because of his illusion magic, he can conceal Tamayo and himself from the public and from Muzan.
Yushirou once offered Tamayo his blood for research but she refused to use him like that. It reminded her too much of working for Muzan. Yushirou never offered again after that. Instead, he is her assistant and translator for rescued mermaids even though he isn’t particularly friendly. Yushirou would get so upset whenever Tamayo left that she eventually made a serum from her blood that would temporarily give him legs (she learned this skill from one of her mermaid patients). Kagaya Ubuyashiki is aware of Tamayo and often corresponds with her via letters delivered by his crow because of her desire for secrecy. He bears no ill will that she used to work for Muzan but also that she won’t accept his offer to work for his rehabilitation center. Instead Kagaya offers his support when he can and Tamayo offers her knowledge in return.
Summary: A look at Chapter 1. This mostly sets the scene and starts to establish Kate's personality. I'm pretty happy with it ☺️
Pink clouds slither across the dusty blue sky as the sun sets on the horizon. It's that time of evening when everything in the city takes on a warm glow: the facades of the skyscrapers, the Babichev fish packing plant off in the distance, the old Nakamura mill to the west, the SmartCrops farm to the east. Even the airships displaying LED commercials for Cybernetica and Neuroware look like orange monstrosities.
There's a chill in the air that stings Kate's eyes when Ness throws the glass door to the apartment complex open. It's early March, and with the remnants of winter still lingering in the cold wind, Kate has elected to wear her striped oversized pullover tonight, even though she really wanted to wear her new flannel. Well, it's not technically new new, but new to her. She found it in the trash in the alley behind the apartment building with a hole in the elbow, which she did not fix because she thought it gave it character.
The smell of yakitori and shawarma makes her mouth water as they make their way through the crowd huddling at the food vendor carts, and for a moment, she considers asking Ness to wait up so she can buy a plate. But she is moving fast, determined to avoid running into her brother and his friends, who she believes will undoubtedly ruin Kate's special night by wanting to tag along. But Kate doesn't mind Niki, who is for all intents and purposes, her brother too. Nor does she mind his friends. They're good people.
Unfortunately, Ness's hopes of avoiding the guys are dashed because they're there, at the bottom of the stairs. She swears under her breath, and Niki, who is wearing Adidas track pants, a gray hoodie, a black backpack, and clean black and white Puma sneakers, narrows his eyes suspiciously when he sees them.
"Where are you going?" he demands.
"None of your business, suka," Ness answers before Kate can open her mouth. Once they reach the bottom of the stairs, Niki starts following them, so naturally, the boys start following him.
"Katie?" he asks sweetly, sticking his thumbs through the straps of his backpack and sidling up beside her.
"Talk to Ness," she says because the last thing she wants is to come between blood.
"Go home, Niki," says Ness.
"Are you going to the mill?"
"Of course, they are going to the mill," says Lev with a flick of his cigarette. He is wearing a black hoodie, ripped black jeans, and black and white vans. The black beanie on his head makes his wavy golden blond hair stick out oddly.
"Fuck off, both of you."
"You know they still patrol around there, right?" says Val, worriedly. Val is wearing a green denim jacket, a gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, and black combat boots.
"Not anymore, they don't," says Ness, matter-of-factly.
"And how would you know?" says Niki.
"Because I know people."
"People from your drug deals?" Niki teases.
"Obviously, zasranets." She kicks a Styrofoam cup that has been discarded in the middle of the sidewalk. It rolls into the street and is promptly run over by a speeding car. "But just in case, you should stay home."
"I'm a faster runner than you!"
"I wouldn't want Mom to worry."
He stands in her way, so the group pauses and forms a semicircle around them. "I'll tell Mom that you're working for the Bratva. How do you think she'll feel when she finds out you're willing to share your bed with the men who killed Dad?"
Though Ness and Kate no longer live with Ness's mother, they only live a few floors down from her and regularly meet for dinner. If her mother found out about her illicit activities, she'd never be welcomed home again, and neither would Kate for being associated with her. Having family in Midway City is a commodity few can claim, and not a treasure one parts with readily.
"Fine," Ness groans, "but I won't be responsible for whatever happens to you. If you die, your ghost has to tell Mom. Not me."
She pushes him, but he lets her pass with a vindicated smile. "Fine."
They arrive at the corner store just as a loud aerial vehicle flies overhead. Kate figures it belongs to one of the factory owners since no one else in Southport could ever afford one. Lev stays outside and lights up another smoke. Val and Niki follow Ness and Kate in.
"Hi, Mr. Ivanov," Kate says to the large, balding man behind the register. A grey tabby cat sits atop the counter, purring softly into his cybernetic hand. The original one had been lost in an armed robbery last summer, which was swiftly dealt with by the Bratva since the police are useless unless you go to them wearing a fancy suit or driving a Ferrari. The Bratva even paid for his new hand - manufactured by Cybernetica, and not one of those cheap, used-up black market ones, too. But she figures that's what you're owed after paying the exorbitant protection fee.
He only grunts, his attention rapt on the TV hanging in the corner. A news segment is on. The pretty Asian news anchor says that the homicide rate is up, that polling suggests Councilman Chapman will be appointed Prime Minister, and then a clip of the young politician standing between two Watchmen, promising to increase more patrols and take back the city plays. Mr. Ivanov shakes his head, and Kate shares the sentiment.
"Katie!" calls Ness, her head poking above one of the shelves. She finds her in the alcohol aisle, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand and tequila in the other. "Which one?"
"Vodka. Get the citrus one this time."
Ness makes a gagging sound, puts both bottles back, and picks up the blue bottle of Pinnacle Citrus. Niki, who is not old enough to drink, eyes up a bottle of Jägermeister. Ness tells him to put it back because it's disgusting and tastes like licorice. Niki tells her he likes licorice. They bicker back and forth until she gives in.
In the snack aisle, bright, colorful bags of chips in more flavors than Kate could ever imagine sit fat and full on the shelves. Val picks up a bag of sour cream and onion. Kate picks up spicy sweet Doritos. Her favorite is cool ranch, but she's not sure that it would mix well with citrus-flavored vodka. As a treat for later, she picks up a pack of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. She will most likely give one to Ness.
They dump their goodies on the counter. Niki has added Funyuns, a Kit Kat bar, and a blue Gatorade. Mr. Ivanov rings it all up, gives them three white plastic bags, and tells them the price is eighty-two ninety-seven. Kate hands Ness forty-five, which she got from her tips at the Midway City Diner and for watching Mrs. Petrov's kids. Val says nothing about her paying for his snacks, and Kate doesn't bring it up because she knows that his mom just lost her job at the fish packing factory.
Ness holds out a hand for Niki's cash.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"What do you mean what? I know you have money from working on Young-Soon's car."
"I spent it."
"What?" she slaps her hand on the counter.
"I needed new shoes."
Ness looks down at the aforementioned shoes and scoffs. "And you picked those?"
Niki starts yelling at her in Russian, so Ness yells back. This goes on for a few minutes until Kate, upon seeing the annoyance on Mr. Ivanov's face, finally forks over the rest of the cash.
"Here."
"No, no, no, Katie," Ness says and hands the bills back. "You will not pay for your own drinks tonight." From the wallet she keeps in her back pocket, she retrieves more cash, which Niki eyes over her shoulder until she shoves him away from her shoulder. "Here you go, Mr. Ivanov."
Mr. Ivanov does not card them for the alcohol, but he does tell them to stay away from the old mill, their usual drinking spot, because Ana, his daughter, saw a Watchman patrolling the grounds there on her way home from school.
"I told you!" Val hisses.
"Oh, we won't go there tonight," Ness promises.
"Mm-hm. You be careful. The city is changing. You see it on the news. Those Watchmen," he says the word with disdain, "they will kill you."
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ivanov, but even if we were to go there, I do not think the rich men who control them will care if we drink in a building they abandoned."
Mr. Ivanov only shakes his head and mutters something in Russian. Kate thinks he called them stupid kids. She pretends to ignore it. Ness picks up the bags, and they leave.
So the last three years have recently become very clear to me.
I was not well.
But I was not well in a way that I didn't realize.
Here's the rundown:
I think it was 2022 when I was in a few servers that I legitimately loved. One of them was the Dinluke server. At some point at the end of summer I was removed from the group and, at the time, I didn't understand why. My depression was acting up, but to me everything else seemed normal, and that felt like a severe reaction to something so small.
But it happened a couple more times with different servers. I still couldn't figure out what I was doing that was upsetting people so much. In the meantime, I was consistently feeling unwell physically, and ended up in the ER multiple times for symptoms that no test could explain.
Internal bleeding, heart attack symptoms, losing all sensation in my leg without realizing it (I stood up and my leg simply did not function, so my foot curled inward instead of remaining flat for me to stand. I ended up spraining my foot - which I previously did not realize was even a thing.)
I was also consistently fatigued, spending some days not leaving my bed except to use the bathroom.
In August of 2024 my physical health was quite poor. Despite past experiences in the ER having found nothing, I knew I had to make an attempt at figuring out what was wrong. There was no concept in my mind that all my ER and urgent care visits were connected, but now I had very concerning symptoms that I needed to tend to.
By this point I was having frequent headaches, vision problems, vertigo, nausea, memory loss, brain fog, muscle weakness, and heart palpitations. My instinct was to ignore most of these symptoms and pass them off as age-related. So, when I called my doctor's office and they told me to go to the ER, I simply decided I should try a different route first.
I went to an optometrist. In my mind, the important things were the vision changes (I was having severe double and blurry vision) as those could explain away the dizziness, the vertigo, the nausea. After a full eye exam, the optometrist said this, "It seems like the muscles behind your eyes simply gave up. This doesn't happen to people your age. It's either something you've had all your life, or something you develop in old age."
She also directed me to go immediately to the ER. This time I relented. At the ER I was given blood tests, and EKG, a CT scan, and an MRI. (There might have been x-rays too but I can't remember a lot of that day.) They could find no issue for most of it, but told me to follow up with neurology for the MRI. A week or two later I went to neurology and the woman could see nothing wrong. I had previously requested a copy of the scans to review at home and had come in with a few images I was concerned about but was brushed aside. I brought up the possibility of multiple sclerosis, but the woman said there was no evidence on my scans, so I brought up that it can develop in the spine first, and was once again brushed aside. It made me so frustrated not to be believed or listened to. So I demanded more action from her. She sighed and had a nurse do a full blood panel, presumably to get me to leave.
The problem was found in that full blood panel. Most ERs and PCPs don't do a full blood panel - they do one that covers the most important things, which doesn't usually include B12.
In the US, a normal B12 is about 350-500, I've read that Japan is usually around 500-600. Borderline deficiency starts at under 350, and frank deficiency starts under 211. Mine was 166.
As it turns out, every single time I'd gone to the ER since 2022, I was displaying a symptom of severe b12 deficiency. Not only that, but it caused my mental health to tank significantly.
I have Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD. Because of the b12, the symptoms of both increased and because of how both of those work, not only was I ultra-paranoid, but I also thought I was being completely rational. I could not see the effects of my emotions on others because those disorders make you believe you are totally fine.
I was not totally fine.
Starting in October I got weekly b12 shots for eight weeks, got my levels to roughly 2000 (on the high side, but still good) and we assumed that was that. Fast forward to February and I get tested again. 660.
Your body should retain b12 for around 9 months. Mine didn't even last three.
We still haven't figured out why, but I'm getting b12 shots once a month, likely for the rest of my life. I've got an appointment for an endoscopy to see if we can determine the root cause.
Since then I also went to a physical therapist for the vertigo and dizziness, but it was determined that the b12 deficiency had been so severe that it permanently ruined my eyesight. (I wear glasses with prisms now, and when I don't wear them it feels like I'm drunk lmao)
This post in no way excuses my behavior for the last few years. I'm still responsible for my volatile reactions, whether I am aware of them or not. It is an explanation, but not an excuse.
I'll keep y'all updated if you'd like. I'm so completely and insanely sorry to the people I hurt and the friendships I ruined. I think about some of you nearly every day and hope you're doing well. My inbox is open if you want a direct apology. From now on I'm going to be paying close attention to my physical and mental health so that I can hopefully avoid hurting people further.
Is soundbite ever gonna get an actual body? or even a voice box?
There's a really really old doodle where Moon did give Soundbyte a voice box but she didn't like using it
She only used it once and it was to inform Moon that she could tell he was broken. In this version of Soundbyte ( cuz of how old the doodle was) she didn't like Moon so it was more of a funny interaction mixed with hurt and comfort because she referred to him as " Daddy" when he wasn't around.
Again only DJ knew this tho because she didn't like using a voice box.
And also no no body. Even in the current state where I play with Vernon getting a body back (which might never happen) an experiment Moon does with the intention of providing Soundbyte a body. She wouldn't want to.
She just... Wouldn't. She is technically a separate entity from Olivia and has no interest in being anything other than Soundbyte
Well, to start with, I've been creative writing forever, starting in grade school with a lovely little story about Starry the Stegosaurus and not understanding the giant red blur in the sky. (Yes, to the shock of all the Fluff princess started by writing angst). My current original work is untitled but started out as a Children's Story and now is somehow a YA Novel and still unfinished.
Then there was Sailor Moon, and the complete injustice of lack of back story for Queen Serenity (the original, Usagi's mom). We needed a back story (ironically, now, looking back, that plot would work for FTWS). I dabbled. Then Xena, and I just didn't like the finale, so I fixed that one. And after a while, it was fine; all was well. Then Jenny Shepard showed up in NCIS, and the back story was rife with fanfic, not to mention the undertone toward the end of the third season. Then the showwriters did something stupid, and I had to fix it. After I got over that and they introduced Hollis Mann, neither Jenny nor I were in favor. Then she died, and I was not having it. I went into FanFic overdrive and fixed it. Then life hit.
I was burned out, depressed, and miserable, and instead of writing job applications, I decided to try and finish Fan Fics because it brought joy.
Along came Farah Dowlin and Saul Silva, and I got absorbed. Did I write anything? No, but I was all in. I binged everything in the fandom and kept watching. Then it got canceled, and so I was like, well, there goes another fandom, but I was rewatching the finale, and I couldn't get Farah's words out of my mind... and by then, Rhaenys was living rent-free, and I just couldn't leave it alone, and Heir of the Dragon was born. Then I went nuts and said well, I can do two fandoms for OTP 2023, and thus, we're here.
