#bloomstead

[made0fmold]

“Be honest—do you regret it?”// jill @ chris

THE MORNING AFTER ↳ we need to talk... or not

Chris turned over onto his side to face her and reached out to rub his hand along her arm. His voice was rough, still heavy from sleep. "No, of course not." His eyes searched hers. "It was a great night," he admitted quietly, "Don't think I'll forget it anytime soon." The mattress creaked as he shifted, moving closer so he could tangle legs with Jill under the blanket and drape his arm over her. His lips pressed to the side of her neck, her jaw, her cheek and finally, her mouth. Sweet kisses. A hand cradled her waist, tenderly thumbing her hipbone. A whisper as their noses brushed and they shared breaths: "And you...?"

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@bloomstead (divus crewel)

When she had been hired for the position of librarian, she wasn't sure what to expect when she arrived. As soon as she had pushed open the doors and saw the absolute mess of a library, she had let out an unhappy tut and set to work.

Students were banned from entering while she tidied up. Some had tried, but she'd sent them on their way with a firm look and pointed finger. As tiring as the cleaning and organizing was, and as much as it made her joints hurt, she felt satisfied when the library was back in a presentable order.

Honestly. How had the Headmaster let it get this way? Shameful.

The sound of a door opening caught her attention. She popped her head out from behind the bookshelf she was dusting, ready to tell whatever student that wandered in that the library would be open the next day --

Except it wasn't a student. It was an adult man. Probably one of the faculty members. She hadn't met anyone besides the Headmaster yet, so she was unsure of his position, but he was impeccably well dressed.

And very, very handsome.

And there she was, holding a feather duster, curls escaping her haphazard bun, clothes smudged with dust.

"Oh. Hello."

[made0fmold]

The sun had yet to rise but their child was already wide awake. The patter of her feet across the floorboards preceded her clambering on top of Chris and eagerly calling out to her father, small palms nudging him towards consciousness. Ever Daddy’s little girl, far too energetic this early in the morning.

Jill blinked her eyes open, still trapped in a semi daze as she watched the scene unfold. A sleepy smile tugged at her lips. “Your daughter’s awake,” she muttered to her husband, not fighting the urge to yawn.

Chris had the blankets pulled up to his shoulders and was lying on his side with his eyes still closed even as the toddler jumped on him. She used every ounce of strength in her little body to push against his chest. "Daddy's still asleep," the man mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. She persisted with a whine, grunting from effort at the unmovable mountain that was her father. Chris erupted into loud, fake snoring.

More pushing. Cute little grunts getting louder.

Then suddenly, he opened his eyes and pulled the child into his arms so they could cuddle. Arms wrapped around his neck and she giggled, his beard tickling her. "Shhhh. Let's go back to sleep." Blue eyes peeked over at Jill when she turned her head. She was tucked under his arm, held against his chest while he dozed off. No protests. Just quietly accepting her fate of being snuggled by her dad while clearly wide awake.

[made0fmold]

[ BATHROOM ] : sender and receiver engage in sex in the shower// jill @ chris?

DUDE, WHERE'S MY CAR THIS MEME (BC I CAN'T FIND IT, RIP)

Shower sex was more dangerous than sexy. It was a terribly bruised ass waiting to happen for Chris, but nonetheless, Jill made this worth it. There was even some laughter between them after she'd yelped at the feeling of cold tiles against her back. And it had to be the wall because he didn't trust the glass not to shatter. Most of Jill's weight was being placed on his pelvis as he supported her but who was he if not someone who enjoyed intensive workouts?

Chris started slow, finding a pace that was good for the both of them between groans against her mouth. He lavished her with kisses to the neck, shoulders and chest. At one point, his lips pressed tenderly to the scars below her clavicle then he asked, "Is this okay?" The man was studying her face for any indication of discomfort because he'd kissed over such a sensitive spot on her body.

They kissed again and Chris adjusted Jill higher on his hips before he could be felt pushing more deeply this time, hands squeezing her thighs. He sighed her name as his forehead met hers and his eyes closed. "God, I love you."

[made0fmold]

[patch up] my muse patches up your muse// jill @ chris!

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE

"Easy," Chris cautioned, wincing in pain but keeping his arms up so that Jill could continuing wrapping the length of bandage around his torso. Supporting his bruised ribs from a bad fall out on the field. Her fingers were warm when they brushed against his skin. He reached for the orange bottle beside him on the table, popped off the lid and dry-swallowed one of the pills. To take the edge off. "Thanks, doc," he exhaled softly with a smile after she was done, lowering his arms back down to his sides.

[made0fmold]

❛ so… hypothetically, if we were to have a baby, how would you react?❜ //ashley @ leon!

PREGNANCY STARTERS

Sharing a quiet night at home eating dinner together was their norm. Take-out or his cooking (if there was time for it). He was eating the last of his steak when she spoke and he stopped mid-chew, his gaze slowly lifting to level with Ashley's from where she sat beside him on the couch, previously watching a sports game. Their shoulders and knees would brush every now and then when one of them shifted.

Finishing his mouthful and setting his utensils down on the plate, Leon cleared his throat then said in a quiet voice, "I'd... I'd be happy. I mean, a baby is a good thing, right?" It wasn't said jokingly, just honestly. This was hypothetical, she'd said. The delivery and timing of her question was certainly... interesting. It made his heart start to beat faster—from nervousness or something else, he had no idea.

[made0fmold]

Ashley wasn’t blind to Leon’s assets. She quite appreciated his body, having expressed her admiration for his physique both vocally and physically many times. Brains AND brawn.. the ultimate package.

Right now, she was admiring the view of her boyfriend bent over her car, the hood popped open and his attention fixed on the engine. Ashley had asked him to check it out as the vehicle had been making a strange noise during her last few drives. She was certain he could diagnose the problem.

Though Ashley wasn’t so worried about that anymore, her mind instead focused on the elegant curve of his spine and the plumpness of his rear.

Should she?

Ashley weighed the pros and cons of his possible retaliation. She had left the door open after entering the garage, the ice-cold drink she had brought for him set aside atop a nearby workbench. She could safely bolt afterward. At least get a head start.

Decision made, she smacked his butt.

Leon was almost certain there was something loose that was rattling around in the engine compartment of Ashley's car and making the noise she'd described. He was tightening each bolt and nut that he could reach, alternating between tools as needed. The man paid no heed to the fact that his hands were smeared with grease and oil. It happened when one was leaning their body over various car parts. He was elbows-deep, reaching down to adjust a wire that was sticking out of place, when a smack was delivered to his butt. There was a comical few seconds of him going entirely still—like he was truly needing to process his girlfriend's moment of whimsy—before he turned to look over his shoulder at her.

There was a dark smudge across his brow. Likely from wiping away sweat. And Leon just stared, deadpanned, at Ashley. The absolute cheek of her touching his butt while he labored over her car like this. "Rude," he chuckled as he broke into smile so bright that it could probably rival the radiance of the sun. Leon straightened up and went for Ashley before she had time to hightail it out of the garage. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him from behind. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his arms wound around her middle. "You in the mood or did my ass just look too nice?" he mumbled close to Ashley's ear before he started laughing.

[made0fmold]

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars// ash @ leon?

INTIMACY ACTION PROMPT

Lying in bed with Ashley was one of his favorite past times. He was dozing off when a hand rubbed over his chest and stirred him awake. His eyes remained closed as the pad of her thumb traced over the jagged scar on his left shoulder. This was where he'd taken a bullet on that fateful night in Raccoon City. Nearly eight years later and it still caused him pain from time to time. It was a bone-deep, sharp ache that he medicated with pills and whiskey; a pity neither could make him forget. Ashley knew what the scar was from but didn't pry when he'd made it clear in the past that it was a touchy subject. Of course, she was sweet about it. Even right now the blonde was pressing her lips to his shoulder with tenderness. He sighed and let himself enjoy her touch.