#lilyshale

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truth - adam ward: what is one secret you’ve been keeping?

  “i’m a bodyguard.. we keep lots of secrets.”

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bloody - catrina x anthony

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking. 

* writers note: i was confused for a sec because i didn’t know if it was my muse or your muse and basically, i sat there debating. i..can change it. *  

   if someone told anthony that one day catrina would be working alongside him, he’d deny it. he wouldn’t have believed it; there was simply no way possible that she would work alongside him, she was the daughter of his one time partner and now greatest rival. she lived and breathed by daddy’s rules, always had. except the more he spoke to her now, the more he got to know, who she was,  he wasn’t sure that was the case anymore. what started as vengeance, as a way to teach her dad a lesson, turned into something different, something that he couldn’t quite explain anymore. he cared for her, that was the truth, he found himself wanting to look out for her, wanting to leave her behind in the car while he needed to do what he needed to do; however, catrina wasn’t one to stay in the car, no. he went, and she was right behind him. right in the middle of the action. honestly, he should have known, to think otherwise was idiotic of him. it was why he told her to come with him today, they were suppose to do an exchange with the russian cartel at a shut down garage (he was suppose to give them cocaine, straight from the region bogota and they were suppose to give him money)  but things were taking far longer than they should have and anthony didn’t like when things took long, it made everything suspicious, and suspicion made him antsy.

 the man looked over at catrina, and then at the rest of his men, black car pulling up out of nowhere, men jumping out of them with loaded guns, anthony throwing himself into cover and pulling his gun out from his back pocket, his own men shooting back. his eyes scanned the entirety of the room from where he took shelter, “catrina!” anthony shouted, shooting at the others, every now and then going back into cover. “catrina!” he shouted again, eyebrows furrowed together in worry. jesus fucking christ! he pulled his gun out, shooting as he headed towards the other side of the garage, from what he could tell just a couple of men left, his calling for them to leave, that they had to go, but he wasn’t leaving without her. “catrina!” he shouted again, only then to find her walking towards him, and he couldn't help it, he ran, he ran and wrapped his arms. “baby..baby..” he spoke softly, his hands coming to her cheeks, “are you ok...” only to notice his hands covered with blood that wasn’t his. anthony stepped back, looking down at the brunette, her clothes stained with blood, her hands. he couldn’t hear the guns anymore, everything had stopped, he was solely focused on her. “what...where..?” we need to get out of here, that was his only thought then. to get her out. to make sure she was safe. he already fucked up enough. 

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“to catch my muse naked” - catrina x anthony

    recent events replayed in anthony’s mind repeatedly since the shoot out they encountered on a drop. his eyebrows furrowed together at the memory and the fear that he felt that day, of her, fucking catrina being hurt. he hadn’t experienced that fear in a long time -- and the last time he experienced it, was for his fiance. his fucking fiance who’s blood was on catrina’s fathers hand. he drank himself to sleep that night, trying to make sense of what he was feeling, bury deep whatever was now going through his head. when he woke up, he left it to the fact that she was an asset that he had to protect for now. she wanted her father dead as much as he did, and after that happened, he would be done with her. completely. they would go together but only one of them would come back. truth be told, anthony knew he couldn’t keep her alive knowing that she would be the only that knew, outside of his own crew, that they killed a made man. you couldn’t fucking kill a made man. 

as time passed, they grew to be on more amicable terms. it wasn’t just the shoot out, but when you lived together, and spent as much time together as they did, you had to -- especially when it came to catrina and anthony. if they weren’t on amicable terms, they would be at each others throats, yelling, practically fucking each other up. if it were anyone else, anthony would consider that foreplay, but no, it was catrina. cat. kitty cat, as he so endearingly called her, if only because she fucking hated it, and as long as she hated it, he would continue using it. her annoyance only brought a smile to his lips. 

he stood by the stove, the pasta sauce that he was working on nearly perfect if it wasn’t for his fucking brother messing him up on the stirring. “kitty cat, could you fuckin’ make yourself useful and watch the sauce for two seconds?” he called out, to wherever she was. it was sunday dinner, he needed to get fucking ready for sunday dinner. he was a mob boss, not a fucking lunatic from the street. 

the man head to the shared bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way there, his pants, opening the door. the fucking steam from the shower nearly blinding him. “jesus, mary, and joseph..” he muttered to himself, unaware that there was someone there, but believing that someone had just used it. “better be some fucking hot water..” he spoke underneath his breath, stepping out his pants and boxers. the man opened up the bathroom tub doors, and to his surprise, the petite brunette who was suppose to be watching his sauce was laying there, body underneath the water and head resting on the tub, headphones on. his cock practically twitching at the sight of her. fuck. 

the man cleared his throat, remaining just as naked in front of her, leaning against the bathroom wall.  “you don’t fuckin’ lock doors where you’re from, kitty cat?

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“i’m so wet right now.” - shiloh x sonny (hehehe)

   hazel eyes went wide at the girls confession, immediately causing sonny to take the shot of tequila that she had in hand. so, she had offered a personal lap dance after her shift at coyote ugly, yes but as far as she knew, shiloh, shiloh had always been straight, and as far as she knew, she had only dated guys, one of them being xander. still, that fact had never actually kept sonny from flirting with her, from throwing sly remarks her way, or from actually sending her nudes on snapchat every now and then. all in good fun, she would say to herself every time she sent them. the brunette, still in the others lap, turned slightly, a smirk on her lips, eyes narrowed down on the other, trying to catch the slightest hint of a fib on her lips. shiloh could have just been  teasing her, waiting to see what she would say in response...or, she could have been telling the truth. sonny turned completed around in the others lap to face her, the smirk still on her lips. 

“are you?” she finally replied, an eyebrow raised as her eyes locked into hers. the brunette leaned in closer, “can i touch?” she whispered, just inches away from the others lips as her hands travelled down the tiny brunettes body. her hands pausing at her tits, if only to pinch her nipples between her fingers slightly. the tip of her tongue licked the others bottom lip before finally closing the gap and crashing her lips onto hers. sonny circle her hips on top of the others thighs as her hands travelled down shiloh’s body, exploring it before finally finding their way in between her legs. sonny squeezed her inner thigh, letting out a breath as she pulled away, breathless, her eyes never leaving the others as her hands travelled deeper into her heat. her index finger pulled the others panties aside only to reveal that she was telling the truth, she was fucking wet. her lap dance had made her fucking wet.  fuck. sonny could practically yell yahtzee at the feeling of her fingers on her. she smiled to herself, her lips trailing down shilohs neck as she searched for her most sensitive spot until finally finding it, circling around her clit with her thumb. the sweet sounds of shiloh’s moans were immediately muffled and silenced to nosey ears when she crashed her lips onto hers. sonny kept going with only one thought on her mind. make shiloh cum. 

“sonny...” fuck yes.  “sonny!” hazel eyes opened wide, the smell of burning incense reaching her nose. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” she got up from the bed, rushing past her roommate and towards the fire hydrant that sat right beside her bed, the sounds of the police and fire department sounding too close for her own good. setting the fire out, she opened the window, sticking her head out, smoke coming out from behind her. “nothing to see here!” she coughed, “all good!” except for excruciating discomfort and wetness she now felt in between her legs.  

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“be quiet.” - kinsley x adam

    “i could tell you the same thing..” he whispered against her lips. they had kept things just between them, well this part of it, the sex part. to make things easier on them, they decided to make a fake dating ploy to keep the rest of the bodyguards off their scent and away from them as much as possible. they were suppose to be giving them “privacy.” nonetheless, privacy consisted of them, his friends, the rest of the security team, in the rooms right next to them. his hand went over kinsley mouth, as he drove himself halfway inside of her heat again. adam watched her take him in her and he could have come undone just by the look on her face, the way her lips parted, the rosey ness of her cheeks, the way her neck lulled back against the bed. the man leaned down, sucking on one of her perked nipples, as he eased in and out of her tightness, each stroke making his body burn with pleasure. adam took his hand off of her mouth. fuck it. he wanted to hear her and they were meant to hear, whatever fans were here were meant to hear what was going on between them, and while the rest of the people who were in this thought it was fake, only he and kinney would know it was real. very real. 

“wait..” he pulled out, out of breath. she was the best fucking thing he had ever had, and every look, watching her under him, flushed, waiting for him, made his cock throb. it was going to be fucking impossible letting her go. he pulled her down towards the edge of the bed, lifting her leg up onto his chest before positioning himself at her entrance and filling her back up, slowly, continuing to rock through her until she finally reached her orgasm, contracting around him. one more thrust, and he too was lost, coming inside of her that he nearly collapsed. he kept going, few more thrusts, riding his own way of ecstasy  before allowing himself to ease out of her and falling beside her. adam pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as her threw the balnks that were nearly off the bed over them. “buona notte, mon cheri..”  good night, honey, he told her, having mixed his italian and her french.

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truth - lily camden: are you happy? do you have any regrets?

“i am happy -- a little sad, i guess. because of lo, meredith. he was doing so well and mere, she was.. she just needs a little more time. regrets? i don’t think so. i did what i did because i wanted to help my family. i always want to help my family. i guess the only one would be not being honest with them.”

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“ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” - sawyer x jude

      “what does that mean, jude baker?” tears welled up in her eyes, swallowing hard. all her life. the only boy, now man, she had ever had eyes for was the one standing in front of her and right when she thought that maybe, this was their chance, their time, he was ripping that away from her. “you need to look at me and tell me what that means because i don’t understand?” she shook her head,  trying so hard to keep her hands to her side, to herself.  “deserve more? deserve more than you?” how? how could she possibly deserve more when he was always she had ever wanted, she didn’t know more than jude, however silly that sounded. “i don’t care what you think i don’t or do deserve,” she pushed at him now, “all i want is you, all i have ever wanted is you and you don’t get to tell me differently.” she wiped away at her tears stained cheeks.  “you are everything that is good and is right with the world despite what you may think, jude. you have calloused and bruised hands that i love, you are just as good as you are tough, soft as you are rough, you think i don’t notice but you overthink things because you’re afraid to hurt me but you fail to understand that  you are my safe place. that i love you and will continue to love you, if you let me..” she paused, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down now.  “i have never asked you to be anyone but yourself. i have never asked you for more. i have waited and will continue to wait until you are ready because i am not going anywhere. you can push me away all you want, you can try and hurt me, you can tell me what you may think, but i am not going anywhere.”  

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“ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” - lily x loren

    it was suppose to be a nice outing between them, a nice taco lunch, having had far too little of these moments between them. still, as they ate their tacos, every now and then lily would glance up, blue eyes meeting those of his. “do you want to say something to me, lo?” she questioned, an eyebrow arched as she licked her lips. “i’ve known you long enough to know when there’s something running through that head of yours..” despite the grin on her face, there was a hint of worry behind her eyes, of wondering what could possibly be in his head -- and then the words came, and they shocked her to her core, leaving her, as always, speechless -- a loren atwood specialty, of course. you want to leave lily speechless? the inability to utter words? have loren atwood call her out on things that she herself couldn’t see, or didn’t want to see. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, lo..” she replied, pushing the steak taco that was in front of her away, that sense of hunger that was initially there now gone and replaced by a sense of urgency to run -- a fight or flight feeling that was only there when it came to loren. “i walk around like i mind my own business..” she just took what the world handed to her and ran with it, and she wasn’t going to fight it anymore. yes, she decided to come clean about what she was doing, and despite how dirty she felt, she wasn’t going to discuss it any further, not when her friends needed her, when lo was sobering up. so, yes, perhaps, she did walk around like she was less valuable, but it was because, they -- her friends, her lovers -- were more valuable because of they meant to her, they meant the world to her, they are, those five people, what kept her grounded, tethered to the ground, sane. she wanted to make sure that they knew that she was the last person they had to worry about. she was lily fucking camden, and she was going to make it and they didn’t have to worry about her. she was there. a little broken, but she was there. the young woman met her partners eyes again, a smile forming on her lips as she reached out for his hand. “lo, i love you. don’t worry about me, okay? i’ll be fine. i’m always fine.” the young woman straightened up, pulling her plate in front of her,  “now, let’s finish our tacos and go watch a movie or something...and maybe if meredith is home we can have another  jennifer’s body rewatch and drool over megan fox some more.”