#part 2!!

[bobakowalski]

Part 1

John making sure Bob sleeps through the night this time.

[fruitsjellies]

infume doodles

[mitchievousness]

ok so this isnt the promised art for the yqypreg poll win but apparently there's gonna be another poll to choose 3 of yqy's baby daddies and my hands slipped 🤭

idk who the third inseminator should be so have just tianyuejiu hehe

[curlygothprince]

(rbs!!)

headline: “puppy prince willing to humiliate himself for your attention”

hmu for uncensored ^^

[amethystsoda]

🧅🧀🥬🧈🍔

[saul-gone-man]

part two!

[ingellvarphd]

an evening out

part 2 of after (office) hours

read on AO3 or below

~~~~~

Daisy was not nervous.

She had absolutely no reason to be nervous. Everything that evening would go to plan and there was absolutely no reason for her to think otherwise.

That she was pretty was an indisputable fact.

She also knew that Professor Volkarin, specifically, found her attractive. It was the logical conclusion to come too, he’d spent way too much effort trying not to stare at her tits after she’d caught him looking. Not that she blamed him, she’d definitely been trying to get him to look. They were very nice tits in her opinion.

The only major point against her in her ‘Is Professor Volkarin Hot for Me’ calculation was that it had taken almost three months for him to get the hint, and may or may not have required her hitting him over the head with it. It was, however, in her favour that when he had gotten the hint he'd asked her out almost immediately. It had been rather satisfying, to see the moment it clicked. The slight widening of his eyes and the hitch of his breath. To watch him teeter on the edge of the decision, before he acquiesced and extended the invitation.

Confirming that her dress was nice enough for the restaurant had been easy. She simply sent Professor Volkarin a photo of herself in the dress she had chosen, inquiring if it fit the dress code, and he had been eager to reassure her that it was perfectly appropriate and that she looked lovely if she didn't mind him saying so.

He had not commented on the fact that her nipples were extremely visible through the thin silk, or the fact that it clung close enough that it was very obvious she hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

At this point she didn't know why she’d expected him to. He’d been almost infuriatingly polite since he’d finally asked her to dinner. He sounded happy to talk to her whenever she stopped by his office. They’d even been texting and he always replied. Actual replies too, thoughtful responses that actively continued their conversation. Surely that wasn’t just him being nice?

At least he hadn’t started calling her Miss Ingellvar again, even if there was an audible hesitation before he said her name.

Neve was absolutely laughing at her from where she sat on their couch, watching Daisy check her phone every five seconds. Professor Volkarin —Emmrich— had said he'd text when he arrived, so she wouldn't have to wait outside in the cold. That he hadn’t yet was technically her own fault. She’d gotten ready early.

Maybe she shouldn't have. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Bellara had said that he liked to be early. She’d been sure that he was looking forward to tonight, he’d implied it when they were texting. Looking back, however, he had been a little hesitant when they were finalising the details.

Checking her lipstick in their entryway mirror was a decent distraction, slowing her thoughts even if it didn't stop them entirely. It was, unfortunately, entirely possible that he’d only offered to take her to be polite. Yes, he was clearly attracted to her, but attraction did not necessarily translate into a desire to date someone.

She did corner him.

If this was just him being too polite for his own good, at least it was an excuse to wear her meager collection of nicer jewelry. The impractical pieces, unfit for daily wear no matter how much she liked them.

Either way she shouldn’t dwell on it. He would be here soon and she would be able to get a better idea of what he was thinking.

Her hands were clammy.

She wiped them on the shitty hoodie that she kept by the door for taking the trash out in winter.

“Nervous?” came Neve's voice from where she was still lounging.

“No.” She didn't look away from fussing with her fringe, it wasn’t sitting how she wanted it to.

“Really?” She didn’t need to be looking at Neve, she could hear the raised eyebrow in her voice. There was little point in trying to hide anything from Neve.

“Okay, fine.” She turned away from the mirror. “What if he was just being nice? I was being kinda pushy about it”

“And he’s incapable of saying no?” Apparently, Neve found her distress amusing.

“Well, no, but–” her phone chimed. There was a swooping sensation in her stomach as she read the display name.

Emmrich♥︎

It would not be him canceling, he was far too courteous to do that at the last minute.

It wasn’t.

It was a polite text, received exactly one minute before their agreed upon pickup time. He had arrived and his car was the green one.

“Right on time.” said Neve, leaning over to look out of their window and down to the street below. “Nice car, and he bought you flowers.”

Fingers shaking slightly, she typed out a quick reply.

‘Down soon’

Her thumb hovered over the send button, it was kind of brief and impersonal. And yes, this was just dinner, she shouldn’t be getting ahead of herself. As much as she would enjoy this being more, it would probably be best to remain realistic. She had very little evidence that he was interested in anything more.

It was just dinner.

But she didn’t want to seem cold.

Impulsively, she stuck a heart on the end and hit send before she could change her mind.

A final look in the mirror, a promise to let Neve know when she would be home, if she would be home at all, and out the door she went.

She made a last minute check that she hadn't forgotten anything, sifting through her clutch as the elevator rattled its way down to the ground floor. There was enough room for her things, but only just. The makeup wipes and spare underwear had probably been too ambitious, she should have just taken her bag. It was nowhere near nice enough for the restaurant but Emmrich was too polite to point that out. But she didn’t want to come across as presumptuous. Even if she had every intention of going home with him, he didn't need to know that. It was too late now anyway, the elevator doors were opening and she was making her way out into the cool Minrathous evening.

There he was, in a grey suit leaning against the promised green car. Daisy didn’t know shit about cars, but she knew enough to know that Neve’s assessment of ‘Nice’ was probably understating it.

This car was at least ‘Very Nice’.

As she approached he straightened, his eyes lifting from the bouquet in his hands to meet hers. There was an intensity to his gaze, one she felt as it raked over her, before settling back on her face.

The dark wool of his suit was a move away from the softer greens and earthy tones he typically wore. It worked well for him, highlighting the dark streaks that remained in his more salt than pepper hair. It also went well with his tie. A pale purple, almost exactly the same colour as her dress.

And wasn’t that something to consider?

Had he bought it for tonight? While he was undeniably the type of man that would own silk ties and even purple ties, one that so closely matched would certainly be a very large coincidence. The thought made her giddy.

She stopped in front of him, practically toe to toe, just one more step and she would have been pressed against him.

“Hi.” Her voice was breathy and quiet, barely audible of the bustle of the street.

“Good evening.” He offered her the flowers. They were a cacophony of soft pinks and purples wrapped in soft white paper with a matching bow. Cradling them in her arm, she brushed the petals with her free hand. “You look enchanting, if I may say so.”

“You may.”

The satin finish of the ribbon was soft between her fingers, and she found herself grateful for how it occupied her hands as she swayed gently into his personal space. Not quite touching him, she had resolved to try and keep her hands to herself until at least halfway through dinner. But close enough that she had to look directly up at him, the added height of her heels meaning that he could almost certainly feel the ghost of her breath on his neck. When he didn’t move, she tilted her head slightly, looking up at him through her lashes, subtly presenting her cheek. His eyes skittered away from hers, landing briefly on her lips, then her tits, before settling resolutely on the pavement.

He did not take the hint.

Instead he took a step back, offered her his hand and helped her into the car.

Swallowing her nerves, she shifted the bouquet in her arms, glancing up at her building as she reached for the seatbelt. She hoped Neve wasn't watching.

Neve was watching, Andraste's tits, Neve was waving.

The buckle clicked into place as Emmrich slipped into the driver's seat. He glanced over to her before returning his attention to the car, engine purring softly as he started it. Quiet music started playing as he pulled out onto the road, Daisy was incredibly grateful for how it filled the awkward silence that had crept into the car. The tentative comfort she had found while texting him was gone and she had no clue what to do. It was easy to forget how disarming he could be in person. When she was texting him she couldn't see his reactions, couldn't dissect each word choice and second guess every expression.

Well, she could, but if she didn't know what to say she could just put her phone down and come back to it later. There was no such luxury now. His presence made her breath flee her lungs, and her composure was never far behind. It summoned a swarm of butterflies in her stomach that simultaneously made her feel lighter than air and like she was going to vomit on his shoes.

At least while he was driving he couldn't look at her. She was free to admire the length and elegance of his fingers, the sure way his hands gripped the wheel. To consider how it would feel to run her own hands through his hair. Would whatever product he’d used be crunchy? It didn't look crunchy.

“You can change it if you like, I do not mind”

Panic lanced through her. Had he been talking? Had she ignored him? His eyes flickered away from the road, landing first on her and then the car radio.

Oh, the music.

“It's fine.” And it was fine, an inoffensive classic hits station. Bland songs overplayed to the point that she could barely distinguish between them. Her gaze returned to his hands. He was wearing his usual rings, a scatter of brilliant gold with only a few jewels. Would they be cool on her skin? Or would they carry the heat of his own? His wrists were empty. It was strange to see them so bare. She almost missed the quiet chiming that typically accompanied his movements.

The soft scent of the flowers had begun to permeate the air of the car. Mixing with the clean, masculine scent of his cologne. Had she thanked him for them? She supposed that it was better to thank him twice than to not thank him at all.

“Thank you for the flowers, they're lovely.”

“I’m glad that you like them.” He didn't look away from the road, did he expect her to keep talking?

“You also look really nice.” And Maker could she have phrased that in a more juvenile manner? She could already feel the blush spreading over her face, grateful that her makeup would hide the worst of it. His eyes briefly meet hers before returning to the road, offering her a small smile.

“Thank you”

When they arrived at the restaurant, he’d exited the car and started walking around to open her door before she'd even fully unbuckled herself, once more offering her his hand. It was sweet, his dedication to treating her properly. Every second she spent in this man's company he somehow grew even more perfect. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but also polite, confident, and kind. And she was awkwardly juggling a bouquet and her clutch as she tried to step out of the car without stepping on him.

Daisy decided to leave the flowers in the car. They were lovely, but she knew the evening would go smoother if she only had one item to worry about. It was also an excellent excuse to bend over in front of him as she tucked them carefully back into her seat. Judging from the colour spreading across his face he certainly hadn’t minded. It only deepened when she tucked her hand into his elbow and smiled up at him.

The walk inside was brief, but the cobblestones were slick from rain earlier in the evening and she was glad for the stability he offered. She didn't let go as Emmrich gave the hostess his name for the reservation, twisting the soft wool of his jacket between her fingers as the hum of the restaurant's noise washed over her. She knew she was clinging to him and she no longer had the excuse of physical stability, but he hadn’t objected yet. And to be perfectly honest, she needed it. The restaurant was a lot nicer than her cursory investigation several months ago had made it seem. She may have originally intended to tease Emmrich when sending the photo of her dress, but she was suddenly very glad that she asked if it was appropriate.

Their table was near the back, cozy and intimate. He pulled out her chair for her and pushed it in before taking his own seat across from her. He was apparently determined to treat her like a princess. And she couldn’t deny that she liked the idea. That she was someone he thought was worth getting to know. That he thought she was worth the effort, the consideration, the care. Maybe he did want something more?

The waitress left them with the menus, she would let them settle in and be back soon. It was quieter in their little corner, the closest tables still empty. Nevarran flatbread sat on the table with a dipping oil, fragrant steam curling up from the plate. She got something similar from the fish stand she and Neve frequented, but it was never quite the same. The scent brought a lump to her throat and a prickling sensation to her eyes.

She might have been more homesick than she thought.

As Emmrich settled into the chair opposite her and reached for the menu, Daisy realised that she was still holding onto her clutch. She had thought it was quite nice before they arrived, certainly not an extravagant accessory, but nothing to be ashamed of. Hesitantly, she placed it to the side and picked up her menu. There were little geometric beetles in the corners. She ran her fingers over them, feeling the thickness of the pages. They were embossed. She glanced up at Emmrich and he looked worried. She gave him a shaky smile before returning her attention to the menu. She was getting ahead of herself, this was just dinner. It’s not like they were going to get married. If it went well, great. If it didn’t, well, it wouldn't be difficult to never see him again. Bellara would simply have to come to her for lunch instead.

“You’ll have to help me with the wines.” She said as she inspected the menu's offerings. Mostly Nevarran, as she’d expected, but with the addition of a few orlesian and tevinter options. “I don't think I’ve ever bought wine from somewhere that wasn’t a supermarket”

“I shall do my best.” His voice was–strange. When she looked at him over the top of her menu, Emmrich was fidgeting with the edge of his own menu. He was also, very deliberately, no longer looking at her. She didn't know why she hadn't considered it. Perhaps because he always held himself with such surety, but he was nervous too.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

~~~~~

Daisy was going to marry this man.

Ingellvar-Volkarin was, admittedly, a bit of a mouthful and Volkarin-Ingellvar wasn’t any better. But she wasn't particularly attached to the last name Ingellvar. (Except, perhaps, when Emmrich was the one saying it.) And so long as they got married before she graduated she wouldn’t have to worry about changing her name on her PhD.

He was perfect. Genetically engineered in a lab to be her ideal life partner.

As they exited the restaurant, he’d taken one look at the rain that had returned and promptly offered her his suit jacket. He didn’t want the rain to ruin her dress, and it was such a shame she’d decided to leave her coat at home. His was warm and enveloping, the sleeves falling past her hands, even buttoned closed there was enough room for his hand to slip underneath and rest at the small of her back, its burning presence steadying her as they made their way back to his car. The streets were truly wet now, an excellent excuse to lean into him and cling a little closer. There was a delightful breadth to his shoulders that was normally hidden beneath his jackets, she would need to steal them often if it got her a view like this. The evening drizzle collecting in his hair, running down his neck in droplets before it soaked slowly into his shirt.

She considered licking them off.

She was, perhaps, a bit tipsy.

Not tipsy enough to drag him into the bathroom and suck his dick in the accessible stall, but just enough to give it serious thought. On one hand she would have really enjoyed doing so, on the other, she would like to be able to come back. The food was very nice. Maybe they could return as an anniversary tradition. Emmrich would probably like the idea. Their conversation over dinner had revealed him as something of a romantic and a staunch gentleman. A fact that was especially evident as he once more insisted on opening the car door for her and helping her in. Ensuring that she was comfortable before getting in himself.

He didn’t turn on the radio this time, so the only sound in the car was the hum of the engine, the rhythm of the rain, and their breathing. She was content to leave the quiet uninterrupted, it let her consider her goals for the evening, the foremost of which was getting her mouth on his dick. Then she wanted to sit on his face. And to close the evening out, she wanted to get fucked into his matress that probably cost more than all the furniture in her and Neve’s apartment combined.

Would he make her breakfast in the morning? Almost certainly.

It wasn’t hard to imagine their future, the images slipping into her mind as easily as she was going to slip out of her dress. A year or two of dating, a proposal at the restaurant where they’d just had their first date. A spring wedding with flowers in her hair. Purple would be a nice wedding colour, they both liked it and it would be a sweet call back to tonight. Neve would make an excellent bridesmaid, and so would Bellara. Unless she wanted to be a groomswoman for Emmrich, he had said that he considered her a friend as well as a student.

Maybe Bellara could officiate instead.

But that was all a bit fast.

She needed to calm down.

Wedding planning could happen after she’d sat on his face. Of course, he had to agree to the wedding. And also to dating. That usually came before marriage. It wouldn’t do, to scare him off by playing her hand too quickly. Sane people didn’t ask what you wanted to call your children on the first date.

(Markus was a nice name, you couldn’t go wrong with the classics.)

All she had to do was guarantee that she had a reason to speak to him again, and the simplest way to do that would be to leave something behind. He would feel obligated to return it to her. Carefully, she pulled out his pocket square, purple silk like his tie, and spread it out across her lap. He watched her do this from the corner of his eye, the question of what she was doing plain on his face, even if he was too polite to ask.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, as she removed her largest set of earrings and gently wrapped them up in the soft silk. “They're pretty, but heavy. Hurts after a while.”

“Not at all.”

She tucked them into the inner pocket of the jacket, satisfaction curling in her gut as it went unnoticed by Emmrich. She would wait a day or two, during which he would certainly reach out to return the earrings, and on the off chance that he didn't check the pockets of his jacket, she would stop by his office again. Ask if he’d seen them. See if he wanted lunch. It was a very simple plan and hopefully one that would work well.

Eventually the car slowed and came to a stop, she turned away from Emmrich, looked out the window and froze.

This was her building.

She had mentioned that she had a flatmate, hadn’t she?

Perhaps she should have asked if they were going back to his place or hers, instead of just assuming it would be his. Still, this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. She didn't think it would be too hard to convince Neve to leave for the night. She was pretty sure Lucanis was in town and despite Neve’s protests, they were definitely dating. Neve would understand. Unfortunately it was too late to text her and ask her to check if Daisy had left her towel on the floor or her vanity a mess, but it wouldn’t take too long to straighten things up under the pretence of ‘freshening up’. The evening could still be salvaged.

Emmrich’s hand was warm as he helped her out of the car, once more steadying her on the wet pavement. She really should have chosen more practical shoes, but these heels made her ass look spectacular and it wasn't exactly a hardship to lean into him as he guided her into her building and towards the elevator. As he pressed the up button, he smoothed his hand up and then down her back before stepping away from her and turning to face her more directly, gathering his courage before speaking.

“Would you be so kind as to let me know that you make it to your apartment safely”

She blinked at him.

He did not intend to come upstairs with her. Which was disappointing, but realistically she should have guessed. He was a romantic, a gentleman, he would want to do this properly. Of course he wouldn’t sleep with her on the first date.

It was also sweet, in its own way. An incredibly transparent request for her to text him, asking her to let him know that she'd safely traversed the treacherous path that was ten metres of brightly lit apartment complex hallway. Gripping his tie, she pulled him down and kissed his cheek.

“I can do that.” She murmured, holding his gaze before deliberately dragging her eyes down his face to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Perhaps this time he would take the hint.

When he did not, she pulled back, lifting her free hand to his face and wiping her thumb over the impression left by her lipstick, smudging it slightly. If he was going to insist on being a gentleman, she was going to delight in pushing his propriety to its limits.

Maintaining eye contact, she shrugged out of his jacket, making sure that he got a good look at her tits while she did it. If he wasn’t coming up with her she was going to give him something to think about. And think about them he certainly would, judging from the red of his face. It was cute, how easy it was to fluster him.

“I have thoroughly enjoyed your company this evening.” He said, voice quiet in the dim lobby. He had caught her hand as she passed back his jacket and was now holding it, his thumb caressing her knuckles. “I would very much like to see you again, if you wouldn’t be opposed”

“I wouldn’t be.” She replied, equally quiet, she didn’t want to shatter the moment, standing hand in hand as their evening came to a close. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand, eyes closed with her lipstick still smeared on his cheek. She could feel the soft scrape of his moustache on her skin. She’d never kissed someone with facial hair before, what would it be like? How would it feel on her neck? On her thighs? He really was criminally pretty, impeccably groomed with high cheekbones and long lashes. Crows feet framing hazel eyes that sparkled when he smiled. If they had children, would they have his eyes? His nose? She hoped they had his smile.

The arrival of the elevator interrupted her musing, the doors rattling open as Emmrich placed another soft kiss on her hand before he gently steered her into the elevator, letting go of her as she crossed the threshold.

“Good night, Miss Ingellvar” He said, inclining his head towards her in a miniature bow.

“Daisy.” She corrected, her hand in the doors keeping them open. “You said you’d stop calling me miss.”

“That I did. Good night, Daisy.” His eyes crinkled with amusement but she was going upstairs alone and unkissed, she wasn’t about to let him finish the evening calling her miss.

“Good night, Emmrich.” She pulled her hand back and let the doors close, holding his gaze and smiling at him through the shrinking gap. As the elevator crept upwards she contemplated the flowers he’d given her, fingers once more fidgeting with the bow. They really were lovely.

Maybe this wasn’t exactly how she'd wanted to end the evening, but it wasn’t so bad.

Her earrings were still in the jacket draped carefully over his arm and he wanted to see her again.

She could work with that.