Allana is an original character that I developed for a fan fiction. She is my first ever character that will be deeply woven into the relationships in the original piece (TV show in this case) so I am actually a bit scared how that will turn out.
But let me tell you about her: Allana is a tall woman, about 190 cm / 6 ft 2 in, in her late twenties to early thirties. While her hair is pitch black her eyes are a warm hazel/caramel color that tend to stand out due to the contrast.
Allana is a mom-friend and just can’t help but to care about others and help them. Still, she knows her place and is well aware when she has reached boundaries she’s better not to cross. On her own she is very confident and always knows where she stands, i.e. will fight for her opinion.
Here’s a very short and soft excerpt. This is actually one of the only things I have typed out yet. It’s also not really edited yet but I still like the energy.
Unwillingly she holds her breath and closes her eyes. But he just rests his forehead against hers with closed eyes.
Allana releases the breath she held and opens her eyes again. His hands are at her waist and she had reached up to his chest.
Now she cups his face, smiling softly. “Aw shucks, missed me that bad?”
A positive hum is his only response before she tiptoes to very softly kiss him on the lips.
for @liz-pooh . in celebration of the exams you passed. i got you and i love you 💙
i also want to say that I'm not 100% happy with what I'm written but I'm quite happy with how my initial draft of this turned out in the end.
i appreciate very much every interaction with this post! 💙
fandom: twilight
word count: abt. 1,500 words
pairing: Felix/fem!oc
topics (and warnings): teasing, fluff, domestic!Felix, i gotta admit Demetri is only mentioned like twice, dancing salsa
summary: Liza, Felix and Demetri have been sent to Galicia, Spain to find out more about an old vampire. But it’s late summer and the days are sheer endless - and so is the time that has to pass before they can leave the house. Time to learn some salsa.
[ID: They learned how to salsa on a Friday night in the dim light of the kitchen.]
source: this prompt is from @poison-prompts (it's also #66 if anyone wanted to know) and the only thing that is different, is that it's not dim haha
thank you and the text is below the cut :) enjoy!
Spain is a beautiful country - especially in late summer. The mostly dry air makes it rather easy to breathe in the heat. The seemingly endless masses of tourists are finally travelling home and there are a few quieter weeks before the first winter tourists arrive, looking for a place to stay warm and cozy while their home countries drown in rain and snow. They come to Spain to escape the depressing grey sky, the short days and long nights. In late summer, the nights are still warm enough to even go swimming in the ocean - not that the temperature would have been a big concern for three vampires anyways.
Liza, Felix and Demitri have been sent to Galicia by Aro. Their order is to find out more about a male vampire that’s supposed to be in the area. He is rumored to be several hundred years old and to have explicit information on the Spanish royals. Aro has also heard that this vampire is not too friendly towards strangers and - that’s where Liza’s power comes into picture - is said to be one of the last dozen people who still speak an old Galician dialect.
Aro is not taking any chances.
So, he sent Liza.
Because that’s what she does: Whenever Liza talks, the recipient will, without a doubt, hear her words in their mother tongue. No matter how ancient, how rare, how complicated or hard to pronounce the language is. While Liza always speaks her own first language, German, the received sound will differ. This has caused quite some surprised reactions so far and Liza loves seeing people get excited and emotional about hearing the language their mother once spoke. Especially older vampires.
Aro had provided the trio with a nice small finca near Oia, on Spain’s north-west coast. It’s not exactly a tourist hotspot like other Spanish cities, so their area is rather quiet. Just like the long days in the finca.
With a sigh Liza turns yet another page in the book she is reading. Demetri had retreated to his room just after noon, leaving Liza and Felix alone in the living area. The dining table somewhere behind Liza is cluttered with files and documents that Felix needs to examine to make sure they did not overlook anything.
Another dramatic sigh leaves the female vampire’s lips. Liza throws her book next to her onto the cushions and dramatically turns her head to look out of the window front. From the terrace, through the garden and beyond the fence a narrow path winds down just to the coast. Their own private beach.
Still, there’s hours to pass for the sun to set eventually.
Liza listens to Felix drop his file onto the table. His chair gets pushed back. Only a bit, though. She can hear it scratching over the wooden floor. He doesn’t stand up.
“Querida, have you ever danced salsa before?”
Liza snorts. “No, I can’t dance anyways.”
“You could learn it. You've got a lot of time now.”
“And who’s going to show me? You?”
There’s a challenge in her voice and Liza turns just enough to be able to look over the back of the sofa. Felix is staring at her, his elbows resting on his knees, hands together, head slightly tilted. He looks intimidating. Like a predator preparing to attack his prey.
“Querida you forget where I’m from. I’ve been dancing salsa before I could even walk.”
“How come I’ve never seen you dance before then?”
“Well, I’ve been lacking the right... partner for that. Come here, let me show you.”
“No, thank you. As I said, I can’t dance.” Liza laughs and turns back around.
“Oh come on! This is going to be fun!”
“Make me!”
Liza’s book gets ripped out of her hands and hits the wall with a thud before falling to the floor. Still sitting on the sofa, Felix is towering above her. He leans down, one hand on either side of her. Felix’ face is so close, Liza can see her reflection in his dark red eyes and ever so often she can’t help but look down onto his lips. But she doesn’t get to do anything about it.
Felix winks at Liza.
Taking her hands he pulls her up and away from the sofa. Felix doesn’t let go of her hands when he takes another step back and turns serious again.
“Basic steps, querida. It’s not as hard as it looks.”
Liza rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
“Good. Now mirror me. Left, right, left. Right, left, right. Do it again.”
“Easy. That’s it?”
Felix smiles at her, “oh no. These are the basic steps that will stay the same all the time. Oh and you need to move your hips more.”
Liza’s eyes shoot up to look at Felix. A smug grin on his face.
“If you wanna see me shake my booty, you just had to ask, boy.”
Felix moves to stand behind his girlfriend and his sudden closure makes it surprisingly hard to concentrate. His lips are at her ear, softly touching it as he speaks quietly.
The vampire’s hands have been sitting loosely on Liza’s hips. Guiding them, his body as close as possible but still leaving her enough space. When she missteps, Liza rests her head on her boyfriend, groaning. Felix chuckles softly into her ear.
“Am I making you nervous, querida?”
“Nervous is not what I would call it,” she turns around in his arms. There’s an expression flickering through her eyes that causes Felix to swallow hard. “Let’s just say you distract me... Anyways, what’s next?”
Felix watches Liza bat her eyelashes innocently at him and it takes clearing his throat for him to find his words again.
“Right, right. So next we do this together. Come here.”
Felix doesn’t wait for Liza. He pulls her back in, probably a bit too far, but that is not the point. Liza laughs briefly and takes Felix’ hand. After making sure she’s good with the basic steps, Felix starts rotating them. Slowly but surely they make one round, and it is really coming together.
It’s cute how concentrated Liza stares at their feet, Felix finds, so he decides to spice things up by telling her to do a double step. Though neither vampire stops in their movements, Liza looks at Felix in disbelief.
“A double step?”
“Yes,” he smiles at her encouragingly, “I’ll count you in twice then we actually do it, okay?”
“Okay.”
Her answer is breathless but her eyes never leave Felix’. After a couple more minutes Liza gets the hang of it and feels safe enough to look at Felix again. He looks utterly happy and relaxed. She smiles.
Felix looks at his girlfriend with a proud face. “Close your eyes,” he tells her. “Keep the steps the same, that’s the only thing you need to concentrate on. I’ll do the rest. Trust me.”
And Liza does. Closing her eyes, she rolls her shoulders one last time and relaxes her hands. She can feel Felix move them around again, slow circles but not on the spot anymore. Felix leads them in bigger circles through the area. Once he feels sure enough that Liza will keep the steps, he starts moving faster. He watches her frown.
“You’re getting faster.”
“Correcto, querida. You’re doing great so far.”
Liza smiles and suddenly Felix’ hand leaves her hip. His other keeps holding hers and her free hand just hovers in the air. For three steps they stay like this, then Liza feels Felix’ chest under her fingertips again. She opens her eyes and takes the look in.
Smiling brightly Felix’ eyes never leave her face. His dark, usually very neat hair, looks a bit disheveled and his black silky dress shirt is halfway unbuttoned.
Quite a look, Liza thinks to herself.
But the female vampire doesn’t look less alluring. Tight black control leggings are hugging her curves and her white sheer cotton blouse has been unbuttoned a while ago. Underneath, a white crop top holds everything in place and covers about as much as it reveals.
Felix can’t take his eyes off her as they dance. Dancing salsa again after all this time brings back some memories he usually keeps locked away. But the woman in his hands keeps his brain routed in the present. By now, she is taking some initiative. Liza is putting more power into her steps and swings her hips just a bit more. When Felix’ eyes return to Liza’s face he watches her tip her head back and laugh. Freely. Happily.
In a swift motion, he brings their bodies together. He doesn’t need to tell her that they are no longer doing double steps. By now hours must have passed and their bodies are synced oh so well.
Reflexively Liza gasps for air. She raises her arms to lock her hands in his neck. Her eyes wide open as Felix’ hands cup her side firmly. She knows what’s about to come.
Alrighty people here it is. There will be something like three parts in the end. Also updates will come every other day!
If any of you are familiar with my series Every Relationship Is Work then this imagine takes place after the Last Things First. If you don’t know my other works in that series yet, please check them out. A link to it is below the picture.
word count: ~1,3k // series // intro // previous // next
warnings: implied sexual content
feedback appreciated // send ask for taglist
The cool bottle almost slips from your grip as you shakily reach out for the doorbell.
It’s your third attempt to calm your breathing and finally get around to press that stupid little button which would announce your arrival. Yet another time you let your hand fall back to your side, turn around and take those two steps down the stairs from the door. Counting up to three, you slowly breathe in. Counting further to nine, you release that breath. You repeat the action trying not to die from a heart attack. Or suffocation.
Eleven days ago you had received an email at work. You had been asked to stay in longer as Elon Musk, your new boss, had required some discussing. To say that evening had ended just well would be an understatement. From that evening on, you had barely been able to tame your imagination while being at work. The winks and nods and smiles from Elon didn’t exactly help you on that one. He even dared to chuckle when he saw somebody pry you from your thoughts, your ears all flushed red.
Anyhow, Elon had invited you for dinner and here you are. And actually have been for the past thirteen minutes.
The first few days after that particular evening you had been thinking that Elon may never send you that invitation for real. You had been expecting him to act like nothing ever happened. Hell, you even imagined him doing that with all new female employees. Well most of them. And yet, he did none of that.
You got that email. You got that invitation. And you got into that taxi to show up at his house.
So, you take another breath. Ready to finally ring that stupid bell, you turn around on the very thin heels of your pumps but the door isn’t closed anymore. Elon is dressed in black jeans and a light grey shirt. Stains of food are splattered all of his torso while an apron covers his thighs. Wiping his hands on the dish towel in his hands, Elon smirks at you.
You had frozen mid motion, frantically grasping the bottle until your knuckles turned white. He looks so good and you feel heat rise into your cheeks. A flutter in your heart sparks a soft rush of doubt in your brain. For a second, you feel uncomfortable with your choice in clothing. A black dress, skin tight, teasing and ending just mid-thigh. But what was it that he expected from this meeting? Was your dress too short? Too revealing? Too teasing, even?
But Elon speaks up, drawing you from your thoughts, pulling you back to the present, while he starts walking down towards you. “I thought you’d leave again which would mean I made the effort of cooking for nothing. Then I thought I’d open the door so you don’t have to ring the bell. Here,” he winks at you and brings his face close to yours, “let me take that from you before you crush that poor thing.”
Feeling his breath on your skin as he speaks doesn’t exactly help you calm your flushed cheeks. You drop your head, still remembering the smell of... of simply him. You had noticed that exact scent already the evening you had that "meeting" but only realized later. With your cheeks still flushed red, you start what feels like a walk of shame. You notice all the shoes neatly lined up next to the entrance door and out of habit you put your black shiny heels at the end of that line of expensive-looking leather shoes, sneakers and running shoes.
You find yourself in a long-ish corridor with white walls and only little photos or prints to them color up. To both of your sides you see doors and doorways leave the corridor, indicating the size of the house you hadn't really taken in from the outside. Silently, almost tiptoeing, you peek at every picture hanging from the cold white walls. The first doorway to your left shows you the living room straight connected to an open kitchen compartment. You spot Elon all busied up with pots and pans and knives. The smell of food and spices reaches your nose and your stomach gives a soft clench in anticipation. But you keep walking.
At the far end of the corridor, past all those impersonal pictures showing cars of a certain brand, and rockets with a certain name on it, and pictures of a blue sky with a spot of fire in them, you find a door that isn’t quite closed. Pushing it open softly you find yourself confronted with a big bed in the middle of an even bigger room. The dark sheets contrast with the pastel white curtains, and grant the room with an authoritative light. You’re hesitant if stepping further will invade any personal space or cross boundaries you haven’t talked about yet. But a voice behind you makes you jump in surprise.
“Go on, have a look. I’m almost finished with cooking now. I can show you around if you want.”
Torn between spinning around and just freezing, your mind politely reminds you that Elon is still your boss. You turn. And find him standing close to you, watching you.
"Oh hey," you speak up for the first time. The crack in your voice makes you appear less confident than you wished, but you try and hide it by gently clearing your throat.
Elon cracks a smile and answers firmly, "Good evening, Y/N. How are you doing?"
Your mind slowly registers the teasing tone in his voice and you scold yourself for not being more focused. You take another deep breath. The annoyance of yourself helps you calm your heartbeat. Surprise mixes with relief as you notice Elon making the next step. He comes closer and his hands land on your hips. The warm feeling makes you raise your own hands to put them down onto his upper arms. His smile is soft and your body moves on instinct by closing the gap between your faces. The kiss is soft with just a hint of what’s to come. But ever so soon neither of you can restrain and his tongue slips into your mouth.
Elon starts moving you both backwards. He breaks the kiss and you are already tempted to sigh in frustration but he speaks up. “Just for the record, you look so hot in my bedroom, I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until past dinner.”
A lighthearted laugh bubbles up your throat as his hands gently guide you down onto the mattress. You sink into the soft sheets until all you can see is Elon hovering above you, his usually bright eyes darkened with a feeling to mirror you own insides. “Then what if you,“ you pause and bite your lip in contemplation, “don’t?” Upon his frown you add basically purring, “I think dinner can wait, what do you think?”
Elon lowers his body to press you gently into the mattress. Pulling up one of your legs to wrap around his hip you arch your back. He grunts into the kiss softly and rubs himself against you. Your dress rides up your thighs, baring your panties to him, the friction of having him pressed against your core has you gasping. Needing more.
But Elon hoists himself up again. “As much as I enjoy this, I need to call for composure. Let’s eat and then I’ll show you around.” As if on cue, you both hear the beeping of a timer from the kitchen.
Okay okay here it is. I’m sorry this is a day late but what’s a day, huh? For now this is the last part because I don’t why but I can’t get satisfied with this chapter. I hope that is only because I’ve read and re-read this a billion of times... Enjoy reading and feedback is appreciated!
word count: ~1,4k // series // intro // previous // next
warnings: teasing, making out
feedback appreciated // send ask for taglist
After fixing your dress and hair, you follow the smell of food. Stepping through the door frame, you notice a just how big the room is. On the wall opposite of you, a big sofa faces a TV. A lot of windows bath the room with light and show a big backyard. To your left you find a table, already set with plates and glasses and stuff, a simple white table cloth covers the sturdy wooden table underneath, you can tell that by the looks of the table’s legs. The accuracy used to align everything symmetrically doesn’t surprise you - unlike the chaos that you find to your right.
Elon now has a dish towel thrown over his shoulder while he stirs in a big pot. The kitchen counter around him is littered with abandoned cutlery and pans. Stains of food and rests of the same lay around. Amused, you smile, “need any help?”
“No, thank you,” his voice sounds more resolute than his work looks and you bite back a chuckle. “Please take a seat already. I’ll be right back.”
Curiously eyeing the pot he put on the table you wait. Walking around the table you try and figure out the food just by its smell. You recognize a sweet scent, but a stronger smell of herb as well. Before you can put any more thoughts into it, you feel Elon coming to stand behind you. Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches around you to pick up the pot’s lid. Pasta it is. With a creamy sauce.
“I really hope you’ll enjoy this.”
His voice is husky and his warm breath on your skin gives you goosebumps. Instinctively you lean your head sideways, offering your one side of your neck to him. Gently his lips trace a line of kisses up to just behind your ear. Your heart beats like crazy, loud and strong thuds, and you hear the blood rushing in your ears.
It’s not like you heard him say anything but suddenly the warmth of his body vanishes from your back, leaving you a little dazzled. To your side Elon pulls back a chair and gives you an inviting gesture with one hand. The smile on his face is playful. He knows exactly how he makes you feel. With a deep breath you push yourself away from the table.
“What a gentleman. Thank you.”
After pushing your chair closer to the table, you feel his hands briefly linger on the bare skin of your shoulders. Leaning into the warmth of his touch you hear him ask, “I hope red wine is okay?”
“Perfect,” you answer and wait patiently for him to not only pour you a glass of wine but also fill your plate with pasta.
It tastes amazing. And along with some loose conversation you finish your plates and get to the dessert. Your plate now holds a small chocolate cake topped with some sugar and on the side you find seemingly self-made cherry compote. All in all it looks like it was plucked right out of a magazine, completely astonishing. The taste? Even better.
The dessert is so good a moan escapes you involuntarily. Elon’s eyes snap up to watch you closely. He tries to hide his thoughts but you see the expression in his eyes. With your next bite you softly moan again and watch his eyes darken a bit.
“Honestly, this tastes totally amazing.”
The soft dough of the chocolate cake is soft on your tongue, it’s almost melting away in your mouth. The savoury and slightly bitter taste of dark chocolate is overwhelmingly good. You could savour this taste forever but your mind wanders. Eating the dessert already means that you’re almost finished with dinner. No lie, it was amazing. But the evening is still young and there are plenty possibilities for you two.
Halfway through your dessert you lower your fork. Leaning back in your chair you scoot down a bit. Eyes on Elon you cautiously feel for him under the table. Your toes meet his and his eyes shoot up from his plate. You smile innocently as you raise your foot to rest it on his knee. A warning expression has crept into his eyes by know but you wink at him and don’t move your foot away. Picking up your fork again you continue eating.
You move your foot further up his thigh, stretching your leg and foot almost as far as possible. It’s almost fascinating watching what impact you have on Elon. The rhythmic raising of his shoulders has stopped and with that, assumingly, his breathing. His whole body seems to be frozen, but then he suddenly drops his fork which hits his plate loudly. But you’re relentless in your plan to throw him off the track.
Also it’s fun to play.
Inching just a bit closer to the edge of you seat, you stretch your leg farther. Your toes now glides along the inside of Elon’s thigh, while he tries to play it cool and take a sip from his wine. But your foot moves closer and closer until you gently press against his crotch.
Elon coughing calls your attention but you watch with amusement how he scowls at you over the rim of his glass.
Batting your eyelashes at him your sit up in your seat and ask as serious as possible, “anything wrong, Mr. Musk?”
He snorts. “Oh, I don’t know, Miss Y/LN. Do you have anything particular in mind?”
You enjoy the playful sparkle in his eyes as he finally decides to play along.
“Nothing that should be discussed at a diner table, sir.” You wink.
“I’m a curious man, you know. Maybe I should put this away real quick and then we take this conversation somewhere more,” Elon pauses thinking hard about his next words before shaking his head briefly, “somewhere far away from any dinner table.”
You bite your lip and feel heat rush to your lower abdomen. Pressing your thighs together in anticipation you nod, “I will help you then to save us some time.” Your words are determined and leave no room for a refusal.
Taking the empty glasses, you follow Elon. He points out the dishwasher for you, while putting the leftover food into the fridge. Quickly throwing a glance over your shoulder to make out where Elon is standing, you bend down. Legs almost stretched, you feel you dress ride up dangerously far.
A huff is the only reaction you get out of him behind your back and you roll your eyes. But you repeat the game. Straightening to get some dishes, bending down putting then in the dishwasher, always turning to give Elon the best of views.
“Enough,” he orders and you freeze mid-motion. Your legs are further apart this time, giving away a perfect view of your soaked underwear and an idea of your bare ass-cheeks. You start slowly swaying your hips from one side to the other. The silence causing a knot to form inside of you.
Then his hands are on either side of you, pulling you back a few inches to meet his hips. A bulge presses into you and smirk, never stopping to sway your hips. You get upright again, leaning your back against his torso, your head on his shoulder. Hands moving around you to press your body into his while he moves the both of you backwards. At the door frame you stop him. Leaning your back against the cool wall you pull him closer.
The kiss that follows is heated, sloppy and teeth clashing together. You don’t care. You bite his lower lip hard enough for Elon to suck in a breath. Slipping your tongue into his mouth easily you keep him occupied. Letting your hands wander your fingers find his hair and you grab a fistful of it.
Elon leans his head back into your touch, letting you pull his hair. Then he sighs and you let go of him. “Come on,” he says breathy already pulling you off the door frame and down the hall, “we’ll start the house tour in the bedroom.”
He looks back at you as you almost stumble over your own feet. His hair is disheveled and and his shirt shows the imprint of your fist balling up the fabric on his side. With blown pupils he watches you blush under his gaze before turning back around.
Heart beating like crazy you feel the heat between your legs grow. The air sizzles with lust and anticipation as Elon shoves you onto his bed before kicking the door shut.
alright, alright, listen here. this is my contribution to the first romance sunday by @sunday-romance
it’s super short and super fluffy (tw for that) and also was written in a whim and not really edited and proof-read either. i‘m sorry if there’s bad formatting but i typed this on mobile so i might come back one of these days to properly format but for now this is what we all have to deal with
please enjoy reading and i’d really like to hear what y’all think!
pairing & wip: Anika and Azim from “Together, as promised”
topics & warnings: a lot of fluff, pregnancy or rather finding out about it, that’s all, they’re just so happy
word count: something around 270
So, the packaging for a pregnancy test says to wait about three minutes for a result, right? But it sure feels like a lot longer.
Sitting on the cold tiles of their bathroom floor, leaning against the wall, their hands are shaking. Even if the result was already visible they wouldn’t even notice because the little blue and white stick is just a blurry mess in their hands.
Finally the alarm goes off.
As if on cue Anika’s hands stop shaking. And just like Azim, she stops breathing as well.
Two thin red lines have appeared.
Both hurry and scramble for the packaging to triple check the outcome but it’s true: pregnant. Anika lets out a happy squeal, tears leaving from the corners of her eyes.
“So, a baby, huh? This is what we are going to do now?” Azim is barely able to hide his excitement. A wide grin on his face, so big it just has to hurt.
Anika nods and let’s Azim cup her face.
“I can’t wait,” he says before kissing her over and over on the lips, her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, everywhere he can reach; repeating “I love you” in a whisper after every peck.
Laughing, Anika pushes him off. She feels like her heart is going to burst with all this love. For an unborn child. For her husband. For this wish that seems to finally become true.
When Azim falls back onto the tiles dramatically, he clutches his heart in faked betrayal. “Oh lord help me if we’re starting with mood-swings in the second week already!”
Crawling on top of her husband, Anika laughs before kissing him truly and passionate. “I love you too, idiot.”
(wip taglist: @liz-pooh — pls send an ask to be added or removed!)
Word count: ~1,600 words // summary // independent part of this series
Without knocking you clumsily open the door to Elon’s office. In your arms you hold a big cardboard box filled with all the stuff for the meeting, topped with a bag of delivered food. You stumble into the room, blinded by the bright light coming from the row of windows. Annoyed beyond belief after difficulties with the delivery guy you kick the door shut with your foot.
With a sigh you recognize that Elon isn’t even there yet so you drop the box onto his desk and take your box of food. Pushing your high-heels off your hurting feet, you sit on the couch. Feet on the table, you rest your head back and let memories of this exact place soothe your stressed out mind.
Even though the food is of a different nationality now, you still remember the taste of the Chinese takeout. It’s almost as if he’s right there, behind your closed eyelids, pacing the room. From left to right, right to left, gesticulating and elaborating all his ideas to you. A few minutes later he would be pulling his hair, messing up the style and then all of a sudden, he’s plopping down next to you. His chest pressed into your side, his breath on your skin, his face so close to yours.
The door slams shut and you open your eyes rapidly. You watch Elon walking over to his desk where he examines the box you put there, before he finds the bag with the food. Sighing he grabs a box before he turns around and leans against the desk. The t-shirt he’s wearing, you notice, is a Tesla fan-article as is Tesla written boldly over the chest. He looks exhausted, shirt stained with sweat and motor oil. His before black pants now seem partially grey with dust.
His eyes find yours and noticing the absurdity of this situation, a smile creeps upon both of your faces. You, the newest addition to the personnel with a messy bun, no shoes and her feet on the table in her bosses office. While he, the head of multiple successful companies, wears dirty clothes and eats cheap take-out in said office.
“Don’t you want to take a seat,” you ask trying to hide your face behind your food, hoping Elon won’t notice your suppressed laughter. You never would have thought, that they would even invite you for a simple job interview in the first place. Yet, here you are.
Elon simply shakes his head, “I’m afraid but I’ll probably pass out if I do so.” His voice is raspy after a very short night of sleep before being called in for an emergency problem.
A sheepish smile raises the corners of your mouth. A quick glance at the watch tells you that there’s only about half an hour left before the meeting has to start yet you answer, “oh, I might just know a way to keep you from that.”
With a tired smile, Elon pushes himself off the desk to walk over to you. He puts his food next to your feet on the table and leans down to you. One arm steadying him, while his other hand rests at your hip. You hold your breath, waiting for his next step but he just winks at you and whispers, “show me then.”
Quickly you put your food away before reaching up and cupping his face. The stubble is rough underneath your gentle fingertips and Elon closes his eyes for a moment. He hums in approval as your hands rest flat against his face, while your thumbs gently trace his lower lip. Tilting your head upwards, you gently pull is face closer until your lips meet.
The kiss is soft and chaste but soon turns into some unspoken promise of more. Your hands move down his neck and onto his shoulders. Feeling the muscles along his neck strain you gently bite his lip. Elon grunts briefly before pushing you back onto the couch.
One knee on either side of you, you find yourself confronted with a déjà vu. Weeks ago it was you who had been kneeling above him right on this couch.
But you don’t have time to remember because Elon quickly bends his head to nibble down you neck. You gasp at the sensation of not only his teeth and lips against your heated skin. Also his stubble rubs against your delicate neck, leaving reddened and irritated skin.
This is when your conscience fights back to the surface. Your mind is slowed with pleasure and desire but there’s still one thought nagging at the back of your head. “Elon,” you gently push him back, “don’t. Someone will notice the marks on my neck.”
With an annoyed huff, Elon not only leans back, he also gets up completely. You frown at him, wondering what had happened.
You get up with him. Following him through the room. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
Instead of an answer Elon just grants you a shake of his head before taking off his shirt. You use the time to casually stroll over to the big glass table he’s standing next to and hop on top of it. Wiggling you pull your skirt higher up your thighs and say, “shall we cancel the meeting?”
Finally Elon turns back to you again. He had put on a fresh button up. “That’s too late now. I’ll just push through this and then I’m gone. Anyways, with you at my side to distract me,” he lets the words hang in the air between you, while gently pushing your thighs apart and positioning himself between them.
His tired eyes lock with yours and he touches his forehead to yours. Humming and smiling merrily, you sneak your arms underneath his undone button up shirt. Your hands traveling along the heated skin when Elon dips his head to kiss you.
This kiss is nowhere near gentle and as soon as you kiss him back, Elon swipes his tongue over your lips demanding entrance. Which you happily grant him. Things get heated between you and soon you feel his hands nestling with the buttons on your blouse.
His mouth places featherlight kisses along your jaw before travelling down the side of your neck. Elon pulls at your hair gently, forcing you to present your neck to him even better.
You can’t help but moan at the wave of heat and pleasure surging through you. While one of his hands had curled into a fist in your hair, you can feel the grip of his other hand firmly right where your thigh and hip meet. But there’s also something else pressing against you, indicating that Elon is enjoying this just as much as you.
“Oh my god.” You both jerk with surprise as you hear someone speak. Elena from HR, stands right next to the opened door. Her eyes are widened in surprise and she clutches her folder tightly enough for her knuckles to whiten.
Time seems to have come to a halt in the room as no one dares to move. Even breaths seem the be held as you stare at Elena. Gladly, Elon manages to shake the shock sooner than you and clears his throat. He bends his head as if to look over his shoulder but he doesn’t need to. Elena shakes her head briefly before exclaiming, “Right, I guess I will, uh, wait outside, I guess.”
Releasing your breath you drop your head to Elons shoulder, who’s still standing between your thighs. His frustration is almost sensible in the air between you as he hugs you. “We should,” Elon tries to express his thoughts when you interrupt him.
Pushing him out of your way and jumping from the table you annoyedly press out, “yeah, probably.” Easing your skirt back down your legs and re-buttoning your blouse you watch Elon trying to fix his shirt as well. Seeing him struggle getting the buttons straight, you walk up to him.
He watches you concentrating on closing his shirt and presses a kiss to your forehead. You lean into it, resting your hands flat on his chest before hearing him whisper, “let’s go to my place later, alright?” His smile shows genuine happiness as he sees you nodding in answer. Elon steps back from you, hovering just outside of your reach to ask if you’re ready.
This time he doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around and walks to the door of his office. Elena is not the first one to step through but when she does, she grins at Elon in passing before winking at you across the room.
A mute promise to keep this secret. At least you hope so. Even against better knowledge.
Goood morning! I’m posting this a day late but still in time for the deadline, @sunday-romance. My dumbass read the prompt wrong but I tbh after finishing this, when I found out about my mistake, I really couldn’t be bothered to re-do this.
Please enjoy this really fluffy and soft look into my killer’s head. Alexej really is a sucker for cuddling. Please don’t tell him I said that he’d lynch me. But I’d really like to hear what you think :)
pairing & wip: Yrsa and Alexej from “Who we are”
topics & warnings: it’s actually just soft and maybe a teensy tiny bit desperate but that’s about it, oh and also mild language? i guess? because there’s “fuck” used once in the last sentence :)
word count: almost 400
It had been weird. With his eyes closed, Alexej had felt the mattress dip unusually with the weight of another person. He had sensed her closure, the warmth of her body. Almost, just barely, Alexej had been able to feel her breath fan across his face. But he hadn’t because his mind was playing games on him here. Instead he had noticed the faint fruity smell of Yrsa’s soap and shampoo; had heard calm and steady breaths filling and leaving her lung.
It’s The Day After and Alexej feels unusually cold.
It had been weird. With his eyes open, Alexej had seen her silhouette. A dark shadow in front of the not fully drawn curtains, where there normally is an empty bed and the plain view of the dark room. To focus on more than her face, Alexej would have had to turn his head. But he hadn’t. He had felt frozen in place, but seeing her face, eyes open in the dark, gaze fixed on his face, had been enough to reassure his speeding heart.
It’s The Day After and Alexej’s mind ever so often drifts off to the night before.
For years and years closure, vulnerability, and weaknesses like this hadn’t been in the budget. There had been one-night-stands, of course. Girls. Guys. Whoever was up to it and persistent enough to convince the brooding, seemingly cold hearted apparently mute guy, to let go for a night. The following nights had been fast and hot. Filled with sweat and moans. Closure and intimacy that stayed on a physical level. Never once becoming real enough to affect Alexej’s mind.
It’s The Day After and Alexej watches her as she leaves the hotel room.
Yrsa gets it. She can sense when she’s going too far and Alexej is so here for it. For some reason or another she knows about boundaries without having to be told about them first. Her presence is gentle and so are her actions. She hadn’t touched him last night and he was grateful. He needed time to get used to this. But having her close was the best thing that had happened to Alexej in a while. It had given his brain something to focus on, something to remain occupied, something to keep his brother’s voice at bay.
It’s The Day After and Alexej misses the fuck out of her.
Stop trying to make me leave.”
His face is gentle but his eyes pierce deep into her soul. And find fury. Keitha is close to loosing it. Who the fuck does Sweeney think he is? Telling her what to do? Bodalán.
“I’m in this for better or worse. I will not abandon you. This is my war as well, Buile Shuibhne.
