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Beach Vibes Bekking Aesthetic

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Yeah but Natalie as an upscale escort who someone "rents" for a night for their uptight surgeon friend Ava and Ava is absolutely so nervous about it but Natalie is confident and beautiful and even though shes technically only being paid for "friendly company" they wind up having sex and Ava is still thinking about it weeks later so she gives in and hires Natalie again and actually ends up becoming a regular and it's fine until she starts falling in love with her on top of the incredible sex

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Honeymoon (Bekking)

Summary: Natalie and Ava are on their honeymoon. (Trophy Wife AU)

WC: ~1.4k

For their honeymoon, Ava pulls out all the stops. Not that it’s unusual for her; she’s over-the-top and extravagant and eager to show off, but it’s still giving Natalie some sort of cherished, beloved feeling as she sets down her suitcase on the bed of their beachfront cabin. A real beachfront cabin, with a swath of private beach, rented for the entire month while they live outside the reach of the rest of the world and enjoy each other. There’s no one else who could, let alone would, have done this for her in her “old life.” But Ava seems to live to pamper her, and there’s no way Natalie could ever turn this down.

“You are just too good to me,” she says as she kicks off her sneakers. She can’t wait to shower, put on her suit, and enjoy the sun, sand and water with her wife to hold her from behind, kiss her neck and maybe sneak a hand down the front of her bikini bottoms.

“I have an idea how you can repay me.”

It’s no surprise when Ava wraps her arms around Natalie’s waist and kisses her, as slow, tender, and sensual as every kiss they’ve ever shared. There’s no such thing as chaste with her. It’s not something Natalie minds, though. She relaxes into it as Ava decides to let her hands roam, feel her hips, her ass, pull her close because they almost always wind up grinding like horny teenagers whenever they have sex. There’s just something about it.

There’s nothing stopping them from literally having marathon sex (which they’ve done once before, and that was an experience) until they pass out, but Natalie does want to see the extent of the honeymoon. The beach and the shells, the salty wind, the deck overlooking a stunning horizon that will give a sunset view, a beautiful kitchen that had a chef cooking in it when she arrived- there’s so much to see, and more than enough time to have sex after she’s explored. A lifetime in Chicago hasn’t ever given her the chance to see a place like this.

“After dinner,” she says, and pulls back- missing it almost immediately- to rinse off the day of travel before going to the beach. Sure, she’ll have to shower again, but she wants to feel clean and not-sweaty so she can enjoy a mellow evening and then make a mess of the high thread count sheets waiting for them. “I promise.”

Ava pouts but just focuses on unpacking their things while Natalie grabs a towel and goes into the bathroom. Fully stocked, as promised, with everything she could want or need, and a huge tub. She’ll have to take a bath while they’re here. There’s time. 

Once she dries off and comes out of the shower, their suitcases are unpacked and hidden from view, a brand new bikini is laid out on the bed for her, and Ava is wearing… not much, honestly. She doesn’t often swim with her, even at home, but she’s now wearing a pair of plain black bikini bottoms and a dark tank top, very clearly with nothing under it. Her hair is even pulled up, sunglasses perched atop her head to combat the sun.

“You’re actually going to swim with me?”

“It’s our honeymoon, I don’t wanna spend a second away from you.”

It’s sweet. Loving. Natalie hides her flush as she twists her hair into a bun and reaches for the new swimsuit. It’s lovely, all maroon and well-fit, showing off her cleavage and her ass. Very much in line with what Ava picks for her, not that she minds. She makes a little show of it, shimmying the bottoms up her legs and knowing that Ava’s staring at her, likely thinking about dropping to her knees and putting her mouth to work. 

The beach awaits them. As brilliant as the huge diamond engagement ring Natalie is going to turn to a necklace when they get home, as endless as the sky, and with a musky, yet fresh scent that washes over her in the open, crisp air. There’s never been a wind or breeze like this in Chicago; those nip at exposed skin and bring smoke and trash, as opposed to wrapping around her body like a cloak in the sun.

She doesn’t have the words to describe how beautiful it all is, the sand squishing underfoot and the waves reaching to her slowly, beckoning her to come feel. She’s powerless to resist. Sprints forward, to the water with more excitement and power behind her muscles than she’s felt in a very long time, stopping with a cross between a laugh and a yelp when the water proves to be icy cold around her ankles. It’s pretty, though, and she can get used to it, just as she had the unheated pool at the gym she used to work out at. 

Natalie slowly walks into waves, letting them wash against her, one after another, getting stronger as she ventures deeper, wondering why the water seems so empty. There are no fish, no plants, just the loose sand and nearly clear water. She can almost see her feet, if they’re blurred and discolored now that the water has started lapping at her waist. 

In moments, Ava is beside her, reaching to hold her hand in the cold water and offering her the prettiest, sun kissed smile, already flushed in the sun coming down on them. She’ll get a bright collection of freckles on her face in the time they’re here. It’ll be nice to see her like that, as opposed to the carefully put together, often airbrushed images that appear in press releases or magazines. That’s something Natalie hadn’t prepared for, being in the public eye. Owners of jewler companies are often left out of sight, but Ava’s beautiful with a good head for business, hands in the stock market- she’s seen, and by extension, now Natalie is seen.

“Thank you for this,” Natalie breathes, leaning against her and watching another large wave crest on the horizon. “It’s incredible.”

“Only the best for you, darling.” 

She can’t fight a smile as they stand there for a long moment, taking in the beauty and serenity of the ocean stretching in front of them for miles and miles, as far as the eye can see and then some. The curvature of the earth smiles at them peacefully.

“I was thinking we’d have a beachy dinner,” Ava says. She punctuates her sentence with a kiss to Natalie’s temple. “We’ll have lobster as a main dish, and whatever sides the chef comes up with. We can eat it on the patio or in the sand, watch the sunset. And then…”

“And then,” Natalie agrees.

A large wave coming towards them prompts them to head closer to shore, a little afraid of the strong current, so they can spend time walking the shallows and collecting rocks or shells to bring home. It’s a small, plain pleasure, but one that makes Natalie happy. She’s always liked keepsakes. And this is extra special, she knows, as she picks up a particularly beautiful cream colored shell to bring home with her. She can put it on her vanity beside other mementos. 

Ava prefers the rocks and smaller shells, bits and pieces she’ll put toward inspiration for the few unique pieces she makes or has made for Natalie. One of a kind, just like her, she often says. Her engagement ring is one of a kind, and so is the diamond bracelet gifted to her on their first date back before Natalie’s life changed for the better. Some days still bring reminders, her words tripping up in her mouth or her head hurting. But she’s better now than she was then, so she doesn’t mind.

They gather their treasures to bring back inside, and arrange on the counters to look at whenever they please. The chef is just starting to cook, respectfully keeping his eyes on the food when they walk in and Ava pulls at the tie holding up Natalie’s top. She allows it to drop. Only Ava will see, and they’re in the bedroom in seconds, Ava pushing her down onto the bed and straddling her hips.

She laughs a little, can’t help it because she’s happy with Ava, happy lying here to be looked after, happy to be wanted for who she is when Ava kisses her softly and pulls down her panties to make her feel good out of a desire to give, not selfishness that so many possessed around her in the past. Natalie wraps her legs around Ava’s waist and knows this is the apex of her life.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too, darling.”

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What’s your killer!au about? I’m love the moodboards you posted!

The main pairing will be bekking, that’s for certain, although I haven’t done tons of planning yet. The basic idea is the following:

I came  up with this AU after listening to “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago over and over again while home sick and I just... yeah the ladies in that song are a lil more petty but... in their defense, he had it coming.

Natalie Manning has spent a life time being stripped of her agency by the men in her life. Her father, her boyfriends, her husband, various suitors- she eventually got fed up with the way she was treated.

After her husband passed overseas, sure she grieved, but she felt so free in a way she never had. Her life was infinitely better. And so when a man pursued her again and the red flags were raised, she got rid of him herself.

From there, she dedicated herself to helping those victimized like her. She talked to abused and afraid patients, to exhausted mothers and battered girlfriends, and offered them a way out. She gave them resources for if they just wanted to leave, or she took their pain to heart and she handled things herself.

After Ava Bekker goes through the worst year of her life at the hands of the Rhodes men, she finds herself looking into reports of other women who were rescued by an angel at her hospital. She needs to find out exactly who’s helping women just as pained and damaged as herself.

With Natalie’s help, they plan the perfect murder of Connor and Cornelius Rhodes, as well as an airtight alibi for Ava to have at the time.

Until Ava hits her breaking point and takes care of things herself.

Long story short, Natalie has a neat little side job of helping women escape from their abusers and/or get justice the courts failed them, and she winds up taking Ava into the business.

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I would love to read the trophy wife AU ;))))

Here’s the intro post and also I’m writing a fic about their honeymoon //

- Natalie was a doctor, specifically emergency pediatrics as we all now, but she was beginning to feel stifled after the car accident. No one believed her about things, her brain never fully recovered- it was like her life was over, in a way.

- Enter Ava Bekker, bringing in one of her maids who slipped and fell while cleaning. Carrying her in with such concern and kindness, staying at her side even though she’s just “the help” and looking after the young woman like she’s her own daughter. Needless to say, Natalie is taken with her immediately.

- Cue Ava being like “oh shit that doctor is hot I must ask her to dinner”

- It starts with dates to functions. Ava showing off Nat and to Nat, wanting everyone to see that yeah, she’s dating a hot doctor, and it’s a cross between actual attraction and a need to be the best of the best at everything.

- They wind up falling for each other, getting married, the whole shebang, but there’s a constant underlying point of how much Ava loves to spoil Natalie and show her off, know that she has the most beautiful and doting and intellectual wife of her whole social circle. Although maybe there’s occasional angst because Natalie worries she’s only here to be the “trophy wife.”

- But mostly this is an excuse to write about them being rich and in love and having a lot of sex and getting spoiled like they deserve

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"Girls Like Girls" by Hayley Kiyoko is such a Bekking song

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Wrapping

“I know it’s a little early,” Ava says mid-afternoon, as she pulls a loaf of Challah from the oven, “but I have a present for you.”

“Can’t wait until sundown?”

She shakes her head and sets the hot bread aside so she can wrap her arms around Natalie’s waist and kiss her neck. She smells like flour and honey, like home, and Ava can’t imagine being with anyone else when Natalie is the most important person in her life.

“I want you to have it for tonight.”

With Sarah and Connor’s advice, she spent about three weeks trying to pick out the perfect one, and got rush shipping so she could have it wrapped in shiny blue paper before Natalie could see. Right now, Natalie’s hair is up in a loose ponytail, a little wavy and carelessly soft, but by the time everyone comes over tonight, she’ll have wrapped it for the special occasion. She always does for temple and holidays.

“You’re distracting me.”

“You like when I distract you,” Ava counters, and kisses her neck one final time before  pulling away. “Wash your hands, I’ll be right back.”

She hurries to their room and drops to the ground, reaching under the bed until her hands close around the slippery box. Perfect. There’s no tag on it, but she knows who it’s for as she races back to Natalie. She hopes she likes it. 

“For my wife,” she says, handing the package off and kissing Natalie once more.

Slowly, like with every gift, Natalie undoes the wrapping without tearing it and opens the little gift box to reveal what’s inside. The scarf is a pale, but deep golden yellow, accompanied by a new pin in a spiral of pearls. Ava fears for a moment that Natalie doesn’t like it, but then she finds arms wrapped tightly around her and kisses peppered over her face in the sort of quick and open affection that she so rarely gets outside the bedroom, even when they’re by themselves.

“It’s perfect,” Natalie murmurs, and pulls back, clutching the fabric to her chest. “Thank you.”

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Bell

The good thing about shopping at the mall is the warmth and safety from the harsh snow and heavy wind outside. The bad thing? There’s no escape the incessant ringing of the Salvation Army’s bell. Loud and obnoxious, drawing attention from everyone to donate money for an organization that funds little other than bigotry around here. It’s high pitched. Loud. Ringing. Ava already woke up with a slight tension headache- or so she thought- but it’s quickly evolving into a migraine. 

“You okay, honey?”

She nods and squeezes her eyes shut, like that will help block out the noise. Predictably, it doesn’t. Everything feels louder now, especially that fucking bell, and as much as she tries to focus only on Natalie’s hand on her back, it just isn’t enough to ground her or help her building headache. What she really needs is extra-strength tylenol and a dark, quiet room to lay down in and possibly sleep for the next fifteen hours. She’s sure the sleep deprivation from long shifts and a patient who’s been touch-and-go for days hasn’t help.

Somehow, she winds up with a chair pressing against the back of her legs, so she sits down and rests her elbows on her knees, her head in her hands until Natalie holds the spout of her hydro flask to her lips. Water should help. Ava graciously takes a few sips before pulling back and wishing that the fucking bell-ringer would just shut up and stop. Nobody likes hearing it. It’s stupid and it sucks. She might start crying, honestly, if they don’t stop. Every ring hurts worse.

Natalie strokes through her hair slowly, a centering touch that feels even better when it turns into a not-quite massage with nimble fingers digging into her temples. She sniffles slightly and leans into the touch.

“Do you just need a minute, or do you want to go home?”

Home sounds better, but they’re also doing something. They’re doing Christmas shopping for their friends and for Owen, and they’re supposed to have a romantic dinner afterward for once. Ava would love to go home, but she’s also too filled with guilt. 

Her hesitation is taken as an answer, and Natalie kisses her forehead before helping her back up to her feet. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Ava winces as they have to walk past the bell-ringer, close by and deafening again, but at least they’re headed out, and before she knows it, she'll be home and able to finally lay down. She remembers, not for the first time, exactly how lucky she is to have someone like Natalie at her side.