The tiny bundle in his wife’s hands had dark hair, baby blue eyes, two hands, two legs, a soft belly and really powerful lungs. He had started to cry as soon as he was out in the world, announcing it clearly and proudly to the whole neighbourhood and beyond. And it was the most beautiful sound that James had ever heard. Even as it ceased as soon as the baby was handed over to Lily for inspection and introduction, he still could hear phantom cries ringing in his ears. He was a father and he had a son.
Technically, he had almost 9 months to get accustomed to the idea of becoming someone’s parent and he truly thought he did. He had talked with people about the experience, read a few articles on the subject of raising up a kid and he absolutely believed that he was ready to meet his child. And then Lily went into labour and the world felt into chaos.
It wasn’t that he had suddenly stopped believing that he was going to do great. No, he simply realised that nothing he did prior to welcoming their baby to the world could ever compare to the real thing. To the sound of his screams, to the warmth of his skin and the overwhelming presence of his character. Because as soon as Lily stopped being pregnant and became a woman in labour, he had stopped being a father-to-be and the child stopped being an idea - a future-to-come. It was an actual person and he was there staring curiously at Lily with his large blue eyes and James felt he could drown in them. And that feeling, that tremendous affection that he felt for the small human was so much bigger than any emotion he had ever felt before. He loved Lily, he knew he did, but the love he felt for their boy was on an entirely different level. It was never-ending in a way nothing else was and endlessly unconditional. He would lay down his life for his son without a moment’s thought and could even consider selling his soul to Merlin or someone else to make sure he grew up happy and safe and loved.
His chest swelled with the pride in that moment and as soon as he noticed Lily’s hand reaching out for him he jumped closer to the bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She was exhausted, he could feel it, but the gleam of happiness he saw clearly in her smile was more than worth the pain. She cooed at the babe and James reached shyly towards him, hooking his finger over the flowery blanket that went up a bit too high and bringing it a bit lower than the baby’s chin.
He wasn’t as pretty as the newborns on the telly or the ones gracing album covers in photography studios, but he was theirs and he was perfect with his red face and wrinkled skin. He was the most beautiful human, because he was a mixture of his parents and even though he came to be as a surprise he was a gift and neither would change the way it all happened. All he could do was listen to Lily’s soft whispers as she talked to their child, how she introduced them as if he hadn’t done it countless of times when their boy was still growing safely in her belly (’ this is mama and papa, sweetheart, and we have waited for you’); and he couldn’t help but grin happily at the two most important people in his life. Especially, when Lily turned to the side and held the baby up, looking at James expectantly. She didn’t say anything out loud, but he understood that she was ready to part ways with their son for a moment and he eagerly reached out to cradle him in his arms.
One would think that he shouldn’t know how to hold a baby, where to put which hand and how much strength to use to keep a child safe and secure, but it came to him naturally as if he had experienced it many times before. He didn’t, of course - in fact, he had very little experience with children, with the exception of Marls’ younger siblings maybe, but still not enough. And yet in some magical way he knew perfectly well how to hold his son.
Just as naturally came the instinct to coo at the creature staring up at him - to whisper ‘hello there, little fella. Welcome home.’; and watch how those big blue orbs stared curiously back at him, before they started to close repeatedly with fatigue. After a tiny yawn overtook his son, James chuckled lightly conscious of the way his arms shook just a little bit too much and unwilling to disturb him further if he wanted to sleep he handed the child back to Lily. She pressed him against her heart lovingly and before long their newly born son was fast asleep and unaware of how happy he had made his father be. Not even twenty minutes after being born and he had already decided his father was too boring for him, which was, of course, the most dad-son like thing James could imagine.
Except for learning how to play Quidditch together, but for that they still had time...
Drabble #1
When: During the Quidditch World Cup
Scene: Wendy meets someone at the world cup, they hit it off and she agrees to go on a few dates with him while he’s in the country.
How surprised she still was that she had agreed to this date! It was a plot that fit more into the novels she tore through at night rather than real life. Mikhail had approached her at the game, urged on by his old school friends from Durmstrang to go up to her and speak to her. She herself had been amongst her old Ravenclaw housemates and suddenly she felt oddly like she was back in school.
Yet, he had proved to be quite the opposite of some of the blunders she was now forced to remember now that she suddenly felt like she was back in her school days. Looking back, she cringed at all of her awkward teenage years. Then, it did not feel so bad. She had plenty of friends and many fond memories despite some of the cruel treatment for her blood.
Mikhail had been charming and funny enough, he stayed with her and her friends even bringing his own friends to join them. Together the two groups teased and cheered on the games with a little friendly rivalry. It of course had been far more fun than she had hoped for!
After the games that night, the now mixed groups had enjoyed even more flowing drinks around the fires outside the Durmstrang’s campsite. It had been enjoyable and when she found herself away from the bright glow of the fire snogging with Mikhail she had a good time then.
When Mikhail invited her to join him for a dinner date in the nearest town Wendy had agreed. He certainly was nice and charming and she had found herself agreeing to go on a date with him despite knowing that Mikhail would be returning to Romania after the world cup was over.
He certainly had wined and dined her, Wendy felt a little too much wine flowing and herself laughing too freely. Yet she did not find herself displeased with that and had a great time. He was intelligent and well-read despite being charming and hilarious. How long had they talked about books - both muggle and wizarding. Wendy was quite surprised to hear that he knew of her father as an author and wanted to know more about her family.
When they finally left as the restaurant was closing up, she went back to his tent with him. The next morning as she returned to her friends to be greeted with a barrage of questions amongst teasing giggles. The rest of the tournament passed quite pleasantly and she found herself returning on a few more dates with Mikhail either away from the major campsite or there the remaining nights.
On the final night the last game had wrapped up and the fans of the victors celebrated. Wendy was amongst the crowd and when the time came to part ways she said goodbye to Mikhail. Perhaps if she could get some papers in order she would visit him someday. Of course it had been enjoyable, they both had greatly enjoyed the days and nights they had spent together. Yet, they both knew it had not been serious enough to try to make it work after.
But, she would always be grateful that his drunken friends had shoved him forward to go talk to the girl he had been staring at. Over time they would continue to write to each other and given the chance they would visit each other. What had been a fun, short romance would develop into a lifetime friendship. Yes, Wendy would always be grateful for the day she met Mikhail.
when ember met zeus, she was properly starstruck. he was beautiful, he looked so young and powerful and charming- nothing like the common image of zeus everyone had. he looked like a businessman, no beard or gray hair to be seen. the image of perfection, a crackle of electricity in his eyes that made everyone in the room shiver.
they met at a bar by accident. she was 21, bright-eyed and shy. they started talking, and oh, how ember's heart sang. they talked all night- she wanted to know everything about being a god, and he wanted to know everything about the sweet little baker. a match made in heaven, so to speak.
as morning light peeked through the windows and the two left the building, ember thanked him for everything. one heartbeat, two heartbeats, three -- zeus kissed her, over and over, strong hands roaming where they shouldn't. her whimpers brought the two to a motel, where those wandering hands were put to good use. it was the best ember had ever felt- and for once, she was important. she was desired, she was loved by someone. zeus had taken her virginity and her heart.
their time together was short-lived, as he had to leave for work and she had to go on with her life, but this little secret between ember and the king of the gods stayed close.
but with gods, there are no secrets.
hera knew her husband was unfaithful, he'd been so for thousands of years and old habits die hard. she knew very well that this poor mortal girl had nothing to do with zeus' infidelity, but she was feeling particularly vengeful and she couldn't punish her husband. so she waited. she waited until ember got into the first real relationship of her life. she said 'i love you', and an idea sparked in her head.
ember would be forced to kill every man she ever falls in love with. how perfect- ruin her life, keep her from finding affection in others. let her rot alone. hera would even assist her, keep her out of prison so the torment wouldn't cease.
the first time ember killed the man she loved, it was an accident. the two went to a carnival, had a few too many drinks. on their walk home, she kissed him and told him she loved him more than anything. the boy grinned and responded the same way. and out of nowhere, a car sped off the road and onto the sidewalk, killing him instantly while ember survived.
it broke her heart. she swore she'd never love again.
until she met a new boy, one that was caring and charming and helped heal her after the loss of her first love. his death was not an accident.
hera was getting impatient with this one. the two were together for a year and nothing had happened that could justify his death, so she decided to meddle much closer. ember and her new love decided to tuck in to bed a little early, but in the middle of the night, ember was forced awake. she was not in control, she was a mere puppet on strings. she could see, hear, she knew what was going on, but she could not stop.
hera brought her to the kitchen, found a knife, and shoved her back to the bedroom, and before ember could even blink, she was stabbing the boy she loved to death. sobs ripped from her throat, her voice ragged when the knife fell from her hands.
four more would go on this way. four more men died by her hand.
every time she killed, ember had to move away, disappear. she caught on rather quickly that there was some divine intervention going on with her life -- this was not her -- but she couldn't bear seeing the same people she knew.
now, she was in a new place. she never wanted to leave her apartment, but of course hera said that wouldn't do. without ember's control, she went outside and started walking around, hera was hoping to shove her into the first boy possible. make her fall in love. make her hurt.
but then the great aphrodite stepped in. she saw the long-haired guitarist that she knew well leaving a shop and snapped her fingers. the two were a match made in heaven, literally. who would try to argue with the will of a love goddess? she knew what she was doing.
The flash of a camera was familiar. She saw it out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly Jirou was back in primary school, watching her parents play with their band with wide eyes. Watching the cameras flash. Feeling the excitement as the crowd roared, feeling the vibrations of the stage run through the stage and up and down her body.
But the cheering this time wasn't for her parents. She wasn't behind a stage. She was standing on the sidewalk, a villain lying down on the ground beside her, unconscious. She was breathing heavily and her noise cancellation was the only reason that her ears weren't ringing. But it didn't matter if she couldn't hear it, because the excitement in the air was beyond noise. She could feel it humming in her skin. She grinned at the crowd, the brightest external expression of happiness she'd felt in awhile.
The feeling faded after a moment, as good things often do, to the blaring sound of an alarm clock. But 11 year old Jirou didn't wake up exhausted in the morning as she usually did. She woke up with a sense of purpose, an unfamiliar small smile across her face. The dream meant something, she thought. She was going to be a pro hero when she grew up. The smile faded after a moment, replaced with a look of horror.
Sitting on the bathroom floor right beside the toilet Aria sighed softly leaning her head back against the wall. Biting down on her lower lip Aria willed the urge to puke again to go away. She didn't remember being sick the night before or even yesterday. "What the hell is.." Pausing it dawned on her. She stood up and grabbed her phone before allowing herself to slide back down against the wall. Pulling up the calendar she sighed. "Fucking hell.." the brunette muttered as she let her phone slide to the ground. Feeling very nauseated she sat up barely making it over the toilet before it happened again. The violet heaving was nearly too much for her body. When she was done she sank back and tears began to stream down her cheeks. Closing her green eyes she hoped she was wrong. She knew she wasn't but she could pray right? She wanted to be wrong. She didn't want a baby right now. She wasn't in the right time or place to expand her family.
"Hey Aria?" She looked up as Ezra poked his head in. "Are you okay?" Aria nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just not feeling well. I think it's the flu." she spat out. She flushed the toilet and she looked up at him. "I don't think I'm going to work today." she added quietly. Before she could lean her head back he was beside her. "Let me help you to bed. I'll call in for the both of us and ---" Aria stopped him. She was now standing and he had her phone but that didn't mean anything. "No. You're going to work. I'm not going to let you stay home and risk getting sick too. You can help me back to bed but do not even look at me. Spray the bathroom completely so you can get ready in here." she pointed out. She could hear and feel his sigh. When he leaned in to kiss her after she climbed into bed. "No. Ezra I don't want you getting sick." She pulled herself away and he backed away looking defeated.
"Go get ready." She sighed softly. "I love you. I just don't think we both need to be sick. I have deadlines to meet that I may have to push off. I don't want you being sick because of me." she tried to sound reasonable but she wasn't sure he bought it. When he walked towards the bathroom looking like a defeated puppy she had to force herself not to giggle. She picked up the phone that was placed on the bedside table before he walked away and she tried to figure out how she was going to handle this. She had to figure out how to do it without letting anything slip to him. That alone was going to be the hardest part for her and she knew it but it was what she had to do. When Ezra finally came out of the bathroom fully ready she forced a small smile. "Have a great day at work." she managed to sit up a little. When he nodded and came closer she inched backwards.
"I love you Aria. I don't care if you make me sick." Aria sighed. "I told you. We both don't need to miss work because I made you sick. Text me if it will make you feel better. I love you too." she blew him a kiss and watched as he walked out of their bedroom. Since the apartment was small it didn't take much for her to hear the front door close. She stayed in bed waiting to see if he'd come back. When half an hour passed and she was feeling nauseated again she headed back for the bathroom. Sitting back on the floor she dug around for the old pregnancy tests they had and when she found them it didn't take much for her to take one. Once she'd taken it the waiting game began. She played on her phone until the timer went off. She put her phone down and she peeked at the test. "Oh no." she muttered.
As much as Aria wanted to be a mother she knew that now wasn't the time and she wanted to be absolutely sure she could take the time off from work for not only the pregnancy but for the baby as well. She took a photo of the test and she hid the pregnancy test. She didn't want Ezra to see it yet. She made herself an appointment for that same day and she began getting ready. She wanted to have a doctor confirm it that way she knew what she needed to do. Before the getting sick started she'd had absolutely no symptoms so this was a bit scary. Once she'd made it in and she filled out whatever paperwork needed she sat back to wait. When her name was finally called she made her way to the back and she had a great chat with the nurse before her doctor came in. "Sorry doc. I wasn't going to come in. I'm not due for a few months but I need a confirmation."
Aria went on to explain about taking the pregnancy test and talking about the miscarriage she'd had a few years ago and why she was nervous and scared and she didn't want anyone to know just yet and that included Ezra. The doctor took a test and she had Aria wait. Aria made it clear she wasn't leaving without the results. Ezra called while she was in and thankfully she was alone. "Ezra I'll call you back. I have to take care of something." she paused. "Love you too." She hung up the phone just as the doctor came back with the results. "Aria you are indeed pregnant." Grabbing the table Aria let that sink in. There was a tiny life growing inside of her. She wasn't sure how to react. "Th--Thanks doc." she sat there for a bit longer before she was officially released. She headed home to figure out what to do now. One thing she knew was that no one could find out. She had just climbed back into bed when she got the confirmation text. Five weeks. "Wow.." she muttered to herself. "Five weeks.." she laid back and stared at the text wondering what she was going to do next.
The first thing they feel is the sensation of cold steel tickling
bare skin. It was enough to stir them from their unwarranted
slumber only to feel a surge of panic kick start their heart back
into motion. Senses were flooded, and yet, at the same time
DIMINISHED. They could no longer smell the world as strongly
as they’d used to, and despite this notable lack in sensation,
the strong scent of cleaning supplies easily nauseated them.
A gasp burst it’s way free, body jerked, jolted, joined with the
rest of their sudden erratic behavior. Screams wailed, echoing against
the walls, the fear that they’d been taken back clouded their judgement
to a point where all they could THINK about was finding a way OUT.
“ PLEASE. I DON’T WANT TO
BE HERE AGAIN-- ”
Their body slammed against the cold floor with a harsh thud,
but not even the pain could stop them from racing towards the door,
expecting to be greeted with a lock or bars-- but as another pleading
cry raked it’s way through their dry throat, they fell. Hands smashed against
gravel pavement, ears ringing, eyes widened, and for the first time fresh air
had filled their lungs. Stuttered breaths rolled past a trembling lower
lip as they find themselves struggling to look anywhere but beneath them.
It wasn’t the fear he’d felt before. It was something entirely different.
Fingers slowly curled into their palm, uncaring that the pavement had
caught skin, tearing open fresh wounds on knuckles from the friction. As they
stilled their breaths, something unsettling sent cold showers raining down their
back. It wasn’t speaking, It was silent, and It knew It no longer had power
between them. More importantly, where were they...?
It was nearing her bedtime and the little girl still hadn’t taken her bath. Allowing the water to run, she moved about to find Noelle. There could have possibly only two places she would be hiding: her room or her father’s den.
Passing by the den, she stopped for a moment and listened intently: nothing. Her ears were sharp and she could sense if there was a soul in that room but it was vacant. Calling out, she reached Noelle’s room where the little girl was hiding under her blankets, giggling. Shaking her head with a smile, Cecelia leaned against the door. “Mon coeur, what are you doing hiding those covers? You know it is nearly bedtime and you haven’t bathed.” The little girl popped from under her blankets, almost astonished at how the older woman knew she had been. “Now come, my darling. We must get you bathed and in bed before your father gets home.”
Compliant but hesitant, Noelle followed Cecelia into the bathroom and wiggled out of her clothes before jumping into the bathtub. They had a wonderful time together as Cecelia washed her hair and allowed the little girl to make a bubble beard for the both of them. “Like Papa!” Little Noelle exclaimed proudly. Cecelia couldn’t help but laugh, wiping the bubbles away as she cupped the little girl’s cheek. “Yes, my darling. Just like your father, you are just like your father: brilliant and oh so humorous,” she smiled. It was thirty minutes after the hour and after getting Noelle dried and in her pajamas, the little girl climbed into bed but not before asking for a bedtime story. Of course, Cecelia could not resist: she loved story time with Noelle because her imagination was just as wild and pure. It was one of the perks of the inability to see: her imagination, her dreams were so vivid and it was something Noelle had surely come to adore.
Cecelia told of princesses and princes, and how this particular princess didn’t need a prince to be exceptionally happy because she had all she could ever want or need: her family, the unconditional love for herself and the willpower to be strong and independent. Cecelia would hope one day that Noelle would realize this princess would be and should be her; that Noelle would one day grow up to independent and strong willed for she knew this little girl who held such a generous portion of her heart already was growing up to be as such. Feeling her little one slump into the spot next to her, she knew Noelle has fallen asleep. Tucking her into her bed, she kissed Noelle on the forehead brushing her hair aside. “Dormez bien, ma princesse. Je t'aime énormément,” she whispered softly.
Before the French woman knew it, it was almost 11 o'clock. Slipping out of Noelle’s room quietly, she made way to the bedroom: well Adrian’s bedroom where his king-size mattress would be awaiting her. It was almost wild to even fathom she would or could be here: to be the one staying and living him, making their lives work as a familial unit. It was comforting and it was something Cecelia would work hard towards everyday she was privileged to be with Adrian. She loved them without a doubt, and she only ever wanted what was and would be best for them. Removing her clothes, she tossed on her sheer nightgown over her bra and panties before crawling to into bed. It wasn’t long before the silence reeled her in and she had fallen asleep.
Her chest rose and fell as she slept soundly, hugging the pillow that Adrian’s head rested on at night. Everything smelled like him and it was long nights like these Cecelia found herself missing him before she would eventually fall asleep. Cecelia did fall into a slumber but it was when her body felt another move into bed behind her. Feeling a pair of lips trail along her shoulder and neck, she tossed lightly in bed before uttering his name. “Adrian, you’re home…” She managed to mumble as she turned to face him. Cecelia cupped his face, smiling as his beard tickled her fingertips listening to him speak. “You’re home. That’s all that matters, mon amour.” Adrian sighed her name as he kissed her knuckles and she could tell he was a tinge upset, exhausted and knew an apology would soon follow after but she didn’t need an apology. There was nothing to apologize for. She knew everything he did would be for his daughter, to give his daughter a better life. Cecelia respected that, respected him. Hushing him, her lips found his and she fell deep into for a brief moment as she closed the space between them. She’d been apart from him for so long today, she was craving this contact: this intimacy.
It wasn’t long before she wrapped her limbs around him, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck, her legs entwining with his. Her heart pounded erratically in her chest: never in a million years did Cecelia imagine she could love the way she felt and loved for Adrian, so genuinely and purely. His broad and calloused hands made way under her nightgown, touching and grazing her soft and delicate skin in which his gentle gestures elicited a soft moan from her. She felt his hands graze her stomach and for a split second, the brunette sucked her belly in before her back eventually curved: a desire in her slowly burning, a need… a yearning for him. “Adrian…” She inhaled sharply as he hovered over her, a little taken aback by his swift motion. He asked her if he had hurt her and she could sense the concern in his whisper. “Non, non Adrian,” she reassured him, hands placed on his stomach as she brushed her lips lightly against his. “Please don’t stop,” she mused softly, pulling him back down on her and kissing him deeply, needy of him.
Adrian wasn’t hesitant in the least and the next thing she knew, her nightgown had been stripped from her body leaving her only in her panties and his lips attached to her body once again. His touch was addictive, electric and it sent shivers and goosebumps over Cecelia’s body; but she loved it, craved it. The more Adrian kissed and worshipped her body, the more evident she felt the arousal between her legs. They were undeniably wet now and as Adrian kissed along her neck, she could only grasp the sheets beneath them. She needed him.
As his hands traveled to caress her body, she did the same: tracing dainty fingers along his back, his chest and arms, his stomach – any and every part of his body she could touch to draw and memorize an image of her beloved in her mind, and my god was it beautiful. Delicate fingertips caressed small scars no one would otherwise notice, the hair that covered a good portion of his chest, the outlining of muscles up and down his back and torso, and the occasional goosebumps that rose along his arms. She loved him: every scar, every dark secret, every part of him that hurt. Cecelia loved Adrian. His hands maneuvering about her body, she wanted to give him her all: Cecelia wanted love in its rawest, most vulnerable form. Feeling his fingers slip into her panties, the woman bit her lip, conscious of the sleeping child down the hall. "Adrian," she sighed as he rubbed circles against her swollen bud, her legs threatening to close around his hand as she dug her fingertips into the flesh of his back. Feeling his mouth latch to hers, she kissed him back passionately, opening her mouth to him as he tugged on her lower lip, moaning into his mouth as she did -- her legs falling open to him as she felt herself dripping from the way he'd been driving her mad.
She was needy of him for when they parted lips, she wanted sincerely to grab him by the face and kiss him again but couldn't find the will to do so. Instead, she let him take her body: letting Adrian tug down on the fabric that concealed her breasts, she felt his lips cover her sensitive mounds causing her back to arch, making her breasts fuller in his hands and mouth. God, she was so wet for him. Without a second thought, she reached between them, slipping her hand down his boxers and wrapping a cool hand around his cock. "Mon amour," she blushed wildly as she stroked his hardening length, how thick he was in her hands making her even more aroused than she already was. She gave his cock a gentle squeeze before he inserted a finger into her warm and inviting cunt, causing her to squeeze him a little more firmly. As Cecelia lazily stroked him, she couldn't help but move her hips into his hand. Adrian nudged her legs open a little more and she complied. Her panties clad against her skin as he fingered her, his digits easily gliding in and out of her warmth as she sighed and moaned from the pleasure; Cecelia gasped as he inserted another digit into her tight pussy but only making her wetter. "Please," she sighed softly letting go of his cock, "oh that feels so good," she cried then.
Her body was bending and soon, she felt his mouth encompass her womanhood. Cecelia swallowed the lump that formed in the back of her throat, inhaling sharply as Adrian inserted yet another finger into her tight cunt. Toes curled as her back arched from the pleasure, and she could feel her juices trickle down her thighs the faster he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Before she knew it, the remainder of her clothing had been haphazardly tossed aside leaving her utterly exposed to him. Cecelia gasped as she felt Adrian’s lips wrap around her swollen and sensitive clit, her slender fingers yanking at his short hair. The way his tongue felt against her glistening pussy when he lapped up her essence with the utmost delight only made the French woman blush hotly. “Adrian,” she moaned his name again. Cecelia could not contain herself: no one made her feel the way Adrian did -- her body was surrendering to him. He worked his fingers swiftly in and out of her, the pressure building up inside as she her legs began to quiver, threatening to close around his hand as he continued to work for his reward. Again, she felt his tongue flick at her clit and almost like a natural and unyielding reaction did she feel herself drip once more. She cooed his name, the noises emitting from between her legs enough to drive herself mad. Each time he hit her sweet spot and each time, she felt like she was going to ‘pee’ herself. She was so undeniably aroused and wet for him, Cecelia’s breathing heaved and the grip on his hair tightened as she finally came undone around his fingers. “Adrian!” She cried out, grasping the sheets then as she opened her legs and worked to swivel her pussy right onto his fingers. Cecelia could not help herself: slowly she was letting go, allowing those carnal desires to take over.
For a split second, Cecelia had forgotten all else but him. Slowing her motions, she laid there: panting heavily but needing and wanting more. As he removed his fingers from her, there was no doubt she felt empty then but she giggled softly as the French woman felt him place gentle kisses along her inner thigh. “Come here,” she whispered softly. Feeling him hover over him, Cecelia brushed slender fingers along his toned arms then up his neck, cupping his face as she pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately. She hummed delightfully into the kiss, letting him go for moment to discard the remainder of whatever clothing that had been restraining him before her lips founds his once more. Shivers ran up the woman’s spine as he grazed his calloused hands along the delicate flesh of her body, blushing once more as she could feel his gaze set on her. Nipples hard from the cool air, Cece spoke softly then. “Take me,” she mused as his broad hands grasped her waist and pulled her closer to him. “Show me, Adrian. I want to feel you.”
Nudging her legs open once more, she felt him guide his cock into her and all at once, the woman felt her insecurities disappear. Cecelia’s mouth fell open, her toes curled once more and she could feel the blood rushing through her veins at the penetration. “Oh, Adrian!” She cried out in pleasure as she took every inch of his thick cock, her rosy pussy stretching to accommodate him, the noises emitting between her legs becoming louder and wetter. Cecelia felt Adrian fall forward, holding onto him tightly as his name fell from her lips like waterfalls. Thrusting deeply each and every time only caused the blind woman to drag her nails down his back, marking him. Again, her back bowed and he swiftly moved an arm beneath her. “Ma cherie...” she moaned helplessly, mouth agape. Cecelia was nearing another strong orgasm: her virgin pussy so tight, the way it stroked Adrian’s thick and swelling cock -- the woman could almost pop him out from how tight and drenched she was, but worked to keep him inside of her as he continued to pump deep inside of her.
A few more strokes and she was coming undone once again; creating a mess all over him and their bed. It took a moment or two before Cecelia could relax herself a bit but she still would not be completely satisfied until she knew Adrian had his release as well. As she felt Adrian prop himself up on his forearms, Cecelia leaned up and brushed her lips gently against his. “I love you,” she managed to mutter as she ran delicate fingertips along his arms once more before grasping him by the nape of his neck and pulling him down on her. Foreheads touching, she moaned softly, urging him to let go. Her legs wrapped around his waist, Cecelia angled herself so he could go deeper and as he did, she felt him release himself inside of her. Not a sound escaped left her lips as he came hard and fast; her nails dug into his back once more as she finally let out a strained whine.
Adrian had left the brunette breathless and as he kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, she held him tightly not wanting to let go -- allowing herself to relish in this moment. Cecelia smiled to herself as he kissed her temple then her lips. Cupping his face, she traced her fingertips across his once more before kissing him again. The woman let out a sigh as he finally removed himself from her. Curling into him, she could only speak so softly. “Je vous aime de tout mon cœur, mon corps et de l'esprit aime... Je suis à vous sans aucun doute et je te aime,” she mused tiredly. Perhaps he would not understand a word she said, but she did mean every word. As he traced circles along her back, she only held onto him tighter and slowly, she drifted into a slumber.
It was an exceptionally rainy Sunday and Sabine got caught in it.
The researcher stepped out of a convenience store on Route 9, donning a brand new, if not cheap, white raincoat for the sudden downpour. She popped the hood over her head and pulled the drawstring, caring less about how she looking and more about keeping her clothes dry.
Barely three steps into the rain, Sabine felt the wind rush out of her lungs as something speared her in the side, sending two bodies tumbling over each other into the mud.
“PLASMA SCUM!”
Sabine stared up into the eyes of another girl, darker skin, perhaps a little older than her, frizzy hair a mess and attire far too skimpy for the current weather. “I’M NOT PLASMA,” she yelled back, failing to kick the other off and fingers wiggling desperately for one or more of her PokeBalls.
Arceus, not even moving to another country could she escape this bullshit.
“That’s what they all say!” the other girl grinned wildly, not expecting the girl she had pinned down to clock her across the cheek with a right hook.
Sabine pushed her feet to the attacker's chest and rolled to a stand, stumbling back and shaking her stinging hand off against the pelting rain. “Don’t you fucking touch me. What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t do that!”
“Say that to the Plasma Grunt who denied being Plasma until they poisoned my Mankey!” The other girl held up a PokeBall and an Aerodactyl flew upwards before swooping down.
Sabine ducked, skipping a few steps backward. Arceus, an Aerodactyl? In the rain?! “That’s so reckless,” she screamed, hand hovering over her own Pokemon. Her team really wasn’t equip for battling rock types. She wished she hadn’t left her Marshtomp in Hoenn. Time to resort to her ace of spades. “ALUCIO, DEAL WITH THIS.”
A hazy purple mist fell over Route 9 as the Premier Ball was opened, forcing her opponent to back up and the Aerodactyl to lash around violently. As the mist dispersed from the gust, Alucio, the miscoloured Musharna, formed a long whip of barbed wire with his Dream Mist and with a smirk, cast the wire to wrap several times around the fossil bird, temporarily disabling its wings.
Sabine covered her face with crossed forearms as the Aerodactyl crashed down onto the muddy route. “HYPNOTIZE THEM,” she yelled frantically, PokeBall of Rapido Cardeaux out and ready.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DON--” As the other girl ran forward to check on her Pokemon Alucio opened his eyes fully, causing her to stumble to a knee, staring into the pools of psychic energy as if magnetised. Lids blinked lethargically and the girl and Aerodactyl slowly slumped to a sleep.
As Cardeaux was released, the Ponyta shook her main with irritation at the rain, increasing her body heat so the water would evaporate before it touched her body. Sabine swung herself onto the horse in a swift motion, turning back to return Alucio before he had a chance to eat their attacker’s dreams. She just wanted to get out of there.
Cardeaux kicked back before breaking into a gallop, taking her trainer back towards Opelucid City as quickly as possible.
