#part 4b

[stardancerluv]

Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 4b

Summary: Roman & reader finally see what he’s been planning.

Note: This portion of the story is a bit long…enjoy!

Lately you had felt like you were in a slump. Roman, despite his own stress, had been amazing. Though, at the moment you had grown curious. What was he up to, you wondered.

You hated your new client. They were so bossy, you could barely create. Moving forward, you will never take a job from someone propositioning you in the club. Annoyed, you pulled your shirt on and tugged it down.

“Aw baby,” He gently tsked. “Come here.”

You jumped and giggled, you turned. “I thought you were still on the phone.”

He smiled and beckoned to you. “It wasn’t a long one.”

As you drew close, you were reminded of how much you enjoyed the twinkle in his eyes. “What’s the matter?”

“You put your shirt on backwards.”

“Oh?” You twisted around.

“Let me help.” He did.

With a sigh, Roman took you onto his lap. He draped an arm around you. “Now tell me, what is the matter?”

You huffed.

“I know you never want me to interfere but I feel like I should.” His eyes grew dark.

“I don’t.” You said weakly. “But Roman, he’s an ass.” You finally admitted.

You felt his body grow tense. “Fire him.”

“But I have never given up on anyone. Even Harley, I don’t want to start now.” You folded your arms in front of you.

“Baby, I love your spirit. You have never flinched with me, but these last few weeks...” He pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I don’t think he deserves one of your pieces.”

“He is constantly changing his mind.”

“Fuck him.”

“All right.” You sighed. “I’ll ring him in the morning.”

He smiled. “Good. Now if he turns into a real asshole, you tell me.”

“I will. But Romy, tell me. What have you been up to?”

He smiled. “Soon, you will find out.”

You couldn’t resist pouting. “Romy.”

He smiled even wider. “No pouting, baby. You will find out in good time.”

******

Wearing a slouchy shirt and cute jeans, you slid into the back of the rolls. Roman was even dressed down himself. You liked it when the two of you were like this. Being like this was so rare that it was still amusing. The only ones who saw you two like this were Victor and Doll Face.

You watched as he said a few things to Victor. Probably making sure that things would run smoothly while the two of you were gone. Even after all these years, watching as he slipped on his sunglasses and raked his finger through his dark strands gave you butterflies. You were still so happy to be his girl.

“Where are we going?” You asked, for what felt like the millionth time once he settled beside you.

“It’s the surprise I’ve been working on.” Was all he said.

Looking out the back window, you watched as Victor and Doll Face placed your suitcases in the trunk.

After closing the trunk, they stood back and waved. You answered it and looked at Roman. “They’re not coming?”

He shook his head. “Time for just you and me,” He lowered his shades, his blue eyes were filled with mischief. “It has been ages, since we’ve gone anywhere alone.”

You smiled tilting your head from side to side, that was true. A flutter went through you. “So does that mean these next few days are just us?”

“Yes.”

“No business?” You rose an eyebrow.

“No business.” You practically threw yourself at him, a deep chuckle came from him. “Oh, we both need this.”

“What exactly?” You rose an eyebrow.

He smiled. “You will just have to see.”

*****

His arm had remained around you for the rest of the twenty minutes or so, as the driver took the two of you across Gotham. Soon, you realized he was driving the two of you to the very nice beach area.

“Roman?” Your voice rose as you saw all the wonderful places.

“Almost there.” He promised.

******

Your mouth dropped when you saw the place. The tires crunched on the stones that were in place of a driveway. It was so, well it was like something out of a magazine. The driver opened the door for the two of you. Roman slid out and stretched. Fretting, the driver took out your suitcases.

Roman reached into his pocket, he handed him the keys. “Place them in the foyer, then you can leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled down at you. “Welcome to our slice of paradise, baby.”

“Roman, how? What?”

He threw his head back and chuckled. “I couldn’t stand seeing how sad you were. And you know me, sometimes I need to get out of Gotham too.” He shrugged and took off his glasses. “So surprise, baby!”

“I love it.” You wrapped your arms around him.

When the driver came back, there was an expression you couldn’t read on his face as he gave Roman the keys.

“Have a good weekend.” He said pleasantly enough, he smiled down at you and nodded.

“You as well. We’ll see you Monday at nine sharp.”

“Thank you. And yes, sir.”

*******

You grimaced as you sipped at your glass of champagne while you sat on the island in the kitchen. It was well stocked with food and plates. To be honest, anything you and Roman could ever want. Even the blankets, towels and pillows had apparently arrived. But other than that not a piece of furniture.

Roman was in the living room. He was raving. His glass still sat beside you, some bubbles raced to the top. As he continued to rave, you glanced out the window and watched as dark, gray clouds rolled in.

He came over seething, he downed the glass. “Let’s walk the beach.”

“Ok.”

You hopped down to followed him out. Silence walked with the two of you before he finally sighed. “There is a storm coming up the coast. And the furniture got held up.” He gave you a sidelong glance.

You nodded. “It’ll get here.” You gave him a bright smile. “Till then it will be like we are camping, I’ll make it nice.”

He stopped, you took his hands. “Roman, the place is amazing. And it will be even more amazing.”

You could see his face relax a little. He rose an eyebrow. “I’ve never gone camping.”

“Neither have I, but we’ll make it work.”

*****

You swam around in the pool, it was something you loved to do. It was so much fun. Coming to the edge, you boosted yourself up with an umph. As much as you enjoyed watching Roman sunbathe, you wanted him to join you. So leaning over, you grabbed Roman’s foot.

He made an incoherent sound that made you instantly let go with giggles.

“Come and join me! The water is great.” You urged, smiling and regaining yourself.

He took off his sunglasses. “Seriously?”

You nodded happily.

Moments later he began walking into the pool but flinched. “It is not fine. It is cold!” His voice grew a few octaves.

“Just come all the way in, I can warm you up.”

His eyes narrowed. He frowned as he looked at you but then sighing, he continued further into the pool. He dipped fully in and came up blinking as he smoothed his hair back. “Ok, a little better.”

“See!” You said cheerily.

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QueenCorp, Pt 4b: Homelander’s Revenge

Homelander returns to find Lena unconscious in her chair and Lamplighter and Resurrectionist playing cards with an open bottle of tequila between them.

He sighs. "She done already?"

Lamplighter shrugs. "We'll see..."

"Taking a break," Rez supplies, slapping down a jack of spades. "If she doesn’t come round by the time we start again, yeah, she's probably done."

Homelander isn’t keen on that idea. “There's no point on continuing if she can't enjoy it." He grins. "I have something else in mind."

Lamplighter perks up. "Yeah?"

With a gloved hand, Homelander lifts a vial, filled with a tell-tale blue serum. "If Miss Luthor abhors us supes so much... I think we should give her a taste of what it's like to be one."

He tosses it to Lamplighter, who catches it deftly.

"It'll probably kill her,” Homelander warns, but isn’t at all concerned. “If it does, bring her back."

"You got it, boss."

---

Kasnia is a large country. One protected by the invisible barrier of international cold-war style  bureaucracy. Maeve and Supergirl do not receive authorization to breach Kasnian airspace, let alone begin a thorough search for Lena.

They wait weeks for word to come down, their prayers hanging on a final hail mary, and share a glance when their liaison relays the negative outcome. They say nothing until they return to National City and the privacy of Lena's empty office.

"So we touch down in the Kesch Republic, and go in on foot. It'll take longer, but--"

"Too long."

"It's all we have."

And so they do. At least Kasnia is equal parts empty land and small towns. Believing Homelander wouldn't risk being spotted in a metropolitan area, they stick to the hinterlands, speeding between structures and hovering below radar level to scan the larger compounds and suspect topography for underground bunkers.

They find their target in the form of a military compound, remote but crawling with soldiers. Not exactly the kind of place they'd expect a bunch of supes to lay low. But there in an isolated corner of the base are three figures-- two standing, one seated and unmoving.

"Got 'em."

They speed to the room faster than human eyes can see. Lamplighter is dead before they stop moving, neck snapped and spine broken by Maeve's gauntlet. The Resurrectionist they keep alive, locked in the cage of Supergirls's steel embrace.

"Lena? Lena, can you hear me?"

Maeve cups Lena's drooping chin, caressing cheeks crusted with tears and sweat. Lena doesn't rouse for long moments, and when she does her eyes open for a bleary moment before she recoils, pulling ineffectually against her bonds.

"It's us," Maeve says quickly, quietly, her fingers stroking against tangled hair. "It's Maeve."

"...Maeve..."

"And Supergirl," Maeve supplies. "We've got you. We're going to get you home. You're safe now."

There's no relief in Lena, no recognition beyond Maeve's name on her lips. She pulls against her bonds even as Maeve snaps them, but the motion seems involuntary, spasming muscles that tighten and relax of their own volition.

Lena is weak enough that speeding away isn't an option-- weak enough that Supergirl maintains her grip on the Resurrectionist as they quietly make their way through the compound on foot. Just in case.

As they walk Lena's spasms become more frequent and more intense, until she's struggling not to cry out in pain. Neither Maeve nor Supergirl knows what's wrong, but in the end their slow speed and Lena's moans of exertion under her tremors alert the soldiers, and bodies converge on them fully armed.

"Go..." Lena mutters, stiffly worming out Maeve's arms. It's the most she's said since they found her, and the most lucid she's been. Her jaw tightens against an oncoming spasm, her fingers warping into claws in an effort to control it.

"Lena..."

"GO!"

There's a desperation in her voice that gives them pause, a plea that engages Maeve's instinct to obey. She doesn't get the chance to choose. Hands rip Lena away, and Maeve knows better than to kill humans here, where any loss of life could mean all-out war.

They drag Lena to the next room, but as they do the ground starts to shake. The air pressure increases slowly, painfully, and then Lena screams-- a ferocious, loud bellow that releases the tension like snapping a rubber band.

Before their eyes Maeve and Supergirl watch the soldiers tear apart, their molecules disassembling as Lena's contracts, her body contorting as theirs lose shape and then blow away as though they'd never been there in the first place.

When it's over, there's not a soldier left in the entire compound, and they find Lena unconscious in the next room. Maeve gathers her up, cradling her carefully against her chest.

"What did you do?" She glares accusingly at the Resurrectionist, who grins unapologetically.

"Ever hear of Compound V?"

---

When Lena next wakes, she's alone. Comfortable and clean in a cage of clear, reinforced walls, she knows instinctively that she's been rescued-- but she's not safe yet.

People come to visit her, but she can barely bring herself to look at the shadowy figures that lurk outside the plexiglass, their outlines fuzzy and indistinct.

Only their voices allow her to recognize them, and of the dozens who attempt to talk to her, she only identifies two of them.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Maeve says, her voice full of sorrow-- and guilt. "This is all my fault. But-- I won't let you go again."

"You're safe," Kara promises. The sound of her voice almost makes Lena cry. She doesn't. "They're still running tests..."

Who ‘they’ are, Lena doesn't know or particularly care. She sleeps more than she doesn't, and lets herself be poked and prodded by syringes on long poles inserted through holes in the plexiglass. No one enters.

Not when the spasms return in fits and starts as the pressure in her builds again. She locks every muscle in her body against the release it seeks-- she can never hold onto it for long. It explodes from her in waves of violent force.

The plexiglass shudders with the force of it, but contains it within the confines of her cell. Lena loses consciousness after each one. Kara is always there when she wakes up, offering words of love and assurance.

Over time, Lena finds her voice, and Kara's continuous monologue becomes a dialogue. She still can't bring herself to look at the shifting, sickening shape that is her girlfriend.

"Can I ask you a question," Kara asks hesitantly, as they rest back to back against the plexiglass-- the nearest they can be without Kara entering the box. "You haven't met my gaze once, since..."

Lena doesn't respond.

"Why?"

Despair tightens Lena's chest, making her traitorous eyes burn as she squeezes them shut against the rising tears.

"Because I can't see you."

---

Her power is classified as telekinesis-- the most volatile, most devastating manifestation they've ever seen.

It renders Lena's world to its constituent molecules, and the disfigurement of her loved ones is her vision’s new acuity to their molecular vibrations. The blasts Lena generates severs the bonds between those molecules, dispersing them to the ether as though they never existed.

Scientists work around the clock to devise a means to help her control it, but nothing emerges.

"Don't fight it," Kara urges finally, unable to watch Lena writhe with the effort and pain of trying to contain it. "Let it go, Lena. Let go!"

Lena does.

The power releases in a rush, with the ease and relief of a powerful sneeze. When it passes, Lena is left panting and moaning-- but conscious.

The next time she feels the pressure building, she takes a deep breath, and releases it with her whole body. The pressure dissipates with it, shuddering the walls of her cell but this time Lena's tears come from relief, not pain.

Suddenly, Lena has agency again. She works to solve her own condition, and slowly starts to explore what she can do with it.

Can she rearrange the molecules?

Can she alter the speed of their vibration?

Can she reassemble them, reignite their bonds?

Yes, yes, and no. Lena learns they don't have the means to accurately quantify the reach or magnitude of her ability. She learns her powers have the ability to render her unconscious, but don't function while she's out.

She learns that her sneezes are now more dangerous than a nuclear bomb.

With Lena's help, they choose not to contain or negate her powers at all. Her safeguard is relatively simple by comparison: sensors worn at her wrists, capable of measuring upticks of her ability, and rendering her unconscious if it raises to a critical level.

Lena designs them so that to the unknowing eye, they look like little more than tasteful silver bracelets, banded cuffs that fit snugly against her skin. Once the bracelets click home around her wrists, Lena slowly starts to come out of her cell, for longer and longer periods, until she can go a full twelve hours or more without incident.

When Lena returns to work, the world greets her as a returning hero. She follows a script describing a brief abduction and a consequent period of prolonged protection, spent in an undisclosed safe house. She confirms that Homelander was behind her abduction, and that he remains a threat.

"If you see him, please contact this Hotline," she urges. "Do not approach, and do not engage."

Supergirl remains at her side, a silent protector. Maeve stands with her, a vocal supporter.

They don't mention Compound V.

Despite the threat it poses, the knowledge that a serum exists to bestow super abilities on grown humans would be far more dangerous.

Lena grows used to having Maeve and Supergirl both within reach at any given moment, and leans on them more than she should.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Maeve says one night, joining her on her office balcony. Lena turns to face her, her expressive gaze flat and distant.

If their lives hadn't reconnected, Homelander would never have set his sights on Lena. Maeve knows it, and she suspects Lena does as well when no response is forthcoming. But when Lena's eyes remain on her, just shy of actually making eye contact, Maeve doesn't feel any resentment from her former lover.

"I wish I could make it right," she finishes, leaving it unsaid that there is no way for her to do so. There's no undoing what's been done, and in the end, there may be no guarantee she can protect Lena from Homelander when the time comes.

"I always said," Lena says finally, after a long moment of silence, "that my life was better to have you in it."

She shrugs.

"That hasn't changed."

There's no chance of romance between them, but Maeve finds she doesn't need it. Just to have Lena again, next to her on the balcony, or on the other end of a phone line, or in the next room, is more than enough.

More than Maeve ever thought she'd have again.

"You too," Maeve returns quietly, letting their shoulders brush. "You too."

---

When Homelander finally makes his move, Supergirl is far away, dealing with the distraction he'd engineered to lure her from Lena’s side. Maeve fights with everything she has, and it's almost enough.

Almost.

When Homelander lands his final hit, Maeve goes flying, and lands heavily in an office three walls over. Coughing, she manages to push herself up just far enough to see through the holes her body made in the layers of drywall.

She watches helplessly as Homelander closes in on Lena, murder written in his stride.

"Now it's just you and me, Miss Luthor. No Supergirl. No Maeve. No Lamplighter. No Resurrectionist. I think it's about time we settle things between us. Don't you?"

If Homelander expects Lena to shrink away in fear, he must be shaken when Lena's lips curl into a predartory smirk instead.

"Let's."

The last thing Maeve sees before the world goes dark is the glint of silver bracelets dropping from Lena’s wrists.

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Puzzle Piece

Part 4b

Summary: The past comes to fix the present.

Warning/Note: Finally making connections between this story and my other story Reflections. I attempted something new with how my ghost of Jerome went to reassure the reader. It was a direct reference to how things played out in the current chapter of Reflections. (This got very angsty) Italics for when Ford & Jerome speak. Also, for the sake of feeling what is going on, I had to show it both through Jerome’s and reader’s pov!

You trembled as you laid on top of Ford. It had been so long since you had laid on top of anyone, someone. Your heart was racing. Shimmying, you took a hold of his belt and shifting you got comfortable as you straddled him. The rough of his jeans felt so good on your bare legs. A soft sound came from Ford as you did.

You giggled. “You have a very substantial belt there sir.”

He smirked up at you. “It’s like the rest of me.” His hands came to rest on your hips.

Your desire for him was growing. “Does that mean I could take a tumble with you and you’d be ok?”

“I’m sure I would be.” As he squeezed your hips, you noticed a playful twinkle shining in his eyes. “Now, you on the other are as delicate as a flower.”

You flushed and smiled. “I suppose when it comes to being around you, I faint.” You tucked some hair behind your ear. “That has never happened to me before.”

Ford chuckled. “Don’t worry, I like that you are so delicate.”

You wiggled a little. “I’m glad.”

“Doll, what are you trying to do to me?”

“I don’t know.” Wrapping your fingers around his belt you leaned forward. “I want more.” You finally admitted aloud. Saying it actually felt good but it also made your stomach churn.

“Oh.” Ford replied simply, you watched his face drop.

You don’t know why but that made your heart feel like someone had ripped it to shreds. You sat up and let go of his belt. A cold pain encircled your heart. You would not cry. You slid off of Ford and the sofa. Despite, feeling like your legs could give out you still stood as you desperately slipped one leg into your jeans.

“So, I...I..” You could not find the words. Confusion began to swirl with the pain and you felt sick.

Turning, you managed to hop away and began moving the best you could to your boots.

A hand slammed into the wall beside you. “Where are you going?”

Turning, surprised you looked up at Ford. A darkness had filled his eyes.

“I’m leaving!”

“I don’t want you to.” His voice had grown hoarse.

“You could have fooled me with that ‘oh’.” You mimicked him and grabbed your jeans that you had just dropped.

Before you realized what was happening Ford had picked you up, you wiggled. He made quick of the jeans that hung from your one leg. He began walking then in the direction of his bedroom. You continued to wiggle.

“Ford, what are you doing? I am so confused.” Your anguish was gone but your confusion grew. If he had wanted you, why did he just oh.

You were practically throwing yourself at him. If only he knew just how hard that was for you to do. To finally move forward with...your thoughts shook so hard within you.

Jerome’s soft smile filled your minds eye before shifting to how death made his face looks so sunken and shallow. Tears, came from your eyes.

“Ford, what are you doing?” You said again the sadness of the memory having taken over your voice.

He threw you then into the center of his bed. You scrambled but he was over you, his hands managed to find yours and he pinned them above your head. He stopped and you gasped as your entire world changed.

******

Jerome, shook himself off. Damn he never knew that any of this was possible. Well, to be honest he had never thought he’d end up as a ghost either so all of this was actually new. He had always thought that the Japanese concept of ghosts was fascinating but to turn into one himself had been very hard. The more he thought about it, the vampire must have thrown him.

He reached out to feel what was going on. He smiled at how happy you were, at least there was. It brought him some warmth. At least the vampire had not gotten to you. He had known, Ford could do it. Good, he thought. Perhaps, you had felt what he said to you. He wanted to you to be happy, to be loved. He had known Ford, could do that.

Things turned suddenly, he felt that moment of worry, that moment of doubt. Ford actually hesitated remembering what it had been like to talking to him. Ford, its alright forget about me.

The force of your pain, your anguish came on hard over him. Oh little dove, honey Ford only hesitated when you voiced wanting to move forward because of me. He is just trying to be good.

Ford has to tell you. Damn, I wish I could tell you it was alright. But he just didn’t know how. Any logic left him when he was killed that night.

Your pain and anguish grew stronger as rushed over him harder. Oh, my little dove its not because he doesn’t want you. Its all my damn fault. He better go after you. You’ll never come back.

Having been murdered, knowing eternity would be as a ghost was fine, but these last years seeing your pain, the tears and the nightmares hurt more then the murder.

“Follow her Ford. Tell her, do something.” He thought hard. Willing himself, he watched as Ford grabbed you. Good, perhaps...you will listen.

Suddenly, everything felt electric it hurt and he stoped as he found himself looking down at you. Grabbing your hands he held them above your head, he remembered the spa. “Little dove, stop please stop.”

He blinked, how..what..Ford?

What just happened? What is going on? He could hear Ford say. He could feel his unease.

I don’t know. Maybe I can calm her. Then I’ll leave. This is your chance.

Ok. I trust you but this is certainly weird.

It, all these years and nothing. Now this.

“Jerome?” Your voice cut across the both of you.

He looked down at you and nodded. “Yes.”

He watched as you opened your mouth and then closed it.

“Listen, I don’t know how this happened or even why but I’m here for at least a little while.”

“Jerome.” He could feel as you wilted under him. Oh, to actually feel you. This was agony. He saw fresh tears fill your eyes.

“Oh, honey don’t cry. You cried enough over me. Believe me I’ve seen.”

You nodded.

“Look, as much as I want to be the one still holding you and being able to love you I can’t. But Ford, can and will.”

Thank you, Ford said softly.

You’re welcome.

“He had quite the existence, I’ll let him explain that. But know his only hesitation came because him and I spoke earlier. Not like this, I was able to materialize and we spoke of you. Now, he cares for you and he will keep you safe. Safer then I could have especially with all that is really out there.”

“But...but.” Your bottom lip trembled.

He let go of your hand and put a finger to it. Damn, this was painful for him. Actually feeling the softness of your lips, your wrists and your body under him. For a moment, his mind traveled to the past.

Oh.

Jerome, inwardly flushed.

He could feel as you remember that long weekend, the time at the spa in the mountains. Memory brought a shadow to it especially now with how everything eventually happened. “No, I’m gone little dove. Let Ford in, trust him.”

She’s all yours, if you need me call. I’m going to go and wander.

He as he felt himself beginning to leave Ford’s body. He his fingers graze your cheek a final time, “Goodbye.” He whispered. Not able to stand the pain of this any longer, he pulled himself free the rest of the way from Ford. Just like that and with a sharp jolt and he was gone from Ford’s body but hovered beside the two of you.

“Jerome.” You whispered.

He looked at you a final time, “Bye little dove.” He whispered and willed himself to Coney Island, he needed the ocean, the beach while the feel of you was still fresh for him.

******

Ford blinked and looked around. It was just him, as he looked down and saw you. “Hi there doll.”

He said softly, he was about to go and lay beside you, when he felt you grab him to keep him there, he stopped.

“Ford?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“How? Umm..” You voice drifted off.

“I don’t know.”

**Reader POV**

Your entire world shook as you looked up and you saw a change come over Ford. A flush of color filled his face more then ever before, a softness and warmth filled his eyes. You knew those eyes, but it could not be.

“Little dove, stop please stop.”

You gasped, how were you hearing Jerome’s voice your heart really broke then?

“Jerome?”

“Yes.” Ford nodded, but it wasn’t him. Somehow, this truly was Jerome but how. You opened your mouth to say something but the words would not come. With no hesitation, you wilted under him. You didn’t understand bit you would have to. You would not fight it. Yet, tears stilled your eyes.

Your heart told you it was in fact Jerome. It hurt all the more. “Oh, honey don’t cry. You cried enough over me. Believe me I’ve seen.”

You nodded, yet how could he know. “I did.” You whisperer. Unless he really had been there. You had cried yourself to sleep and you had let yourself cry over the nightmares as well. “You saw that ?”

He nodded. “I was there. I died all over again not able to hold or comfort you.” He pressed his lips together. “Look, as much as I want to be the one still holding you or being able to still love you I can’t. But Ford, can and will.”

You watched as he spoke litter mannerisms, little things here and there. They reminded you of Jerome and as you looked up, you could have sworn, Ford’s hair took a hint of the auburn hair that Jerome had. All of this was almost too much.

“He had quite the existence, I’ll let him explain that. But know his only hesitation came because him and I spoke earlier. Not like this, I was able to materialize and we spoke of you. Now, he cares for you and he will keep you safe. Safer then I could have especially with all that is really out there.”

Well, that made you feel better despite it all not making sense. Existence, is that how ghosts saw life. None of it made sense.

“But...but.” Your bottom lip trembled as you tried to think of what to say. As he placed a finger on your lips, you were reminded of when he’d do that especially when you were first so filled questions or filled with doubt.

Laying like this as he pinned you down, reminded you of that time at the spa. Just the two of you. Nothing else had matter that weekend. Oh how you had missed that weekend. Your wrists vaguely remembered the silken sash that Jerome had used to bound your wrists.

“No, I’m gone little dove. Let Ford in, trust him.”

Once again things began to change. The flush of color, began to fade. The familiar smooth pale features of Ford’s face began to grew stronger. You felt his fingers graze your cheek, when you finally heard it.

When you had arrived, Jerome had already grown still forever. His breath and voice had left him.

And yet now, he finally was able to say it. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Jerome.” You whispered but as you looked into those eyes, you knew you were looking once again into Ford’s. Jerome was gone, yet this did not sadden you as much as you thought it would. You finally had your goodbye.

******

He had needed a moment if did not get it he was worried he would rip you to shreds. Hunger had suddenly grabbed ahold of him. He barely made it to his refrigerator, he tore open some of those take away boxes and just ate was there. There was no finesse in deciding what he would eat tonight.

He closed the door after he went through a few containers. Leaning against the fridge, he could feel as his food worked its way through his system. He was no longer starving for nourishment.

Despite the need to feed, being around you filled him with an energy he was not used to. He felt stronger.

Walking over to his bathroom, now it he was the one freshening up, he mused with a chuckle. Wetting his tooth brush with some cold water he brushed away the taste of his meal. He knew soon enough he would have to explain. Sometimes, he had to admit enjoyed the novelty of a tooth brush. For him it was still a new invention, he enjoyed it much better then chewing leaf or some of the other alternatives over the years.

******

Once in the doorway of his bedroom, he finally pulled off his boots. He was admiring your curves, despite all that had just taken place when you rolled over and faced him.

“Ford.” You whispered.

He walked over to the edge of his bed. “Yes, doll.”

Moving you kneeled on his bed before him. You met his eyes. “I don’t know exactly what just happened.”

“I don’t know either.” He whispered. “This never happened to me.”

“I am so confused. I don’t understand any of this.”

“It’s ok I don’t understand any of it either but I know that just happened. That has never happened before.”

He didn’t know where to start or even how to tell you any of it. Yet looking at you there, his excitement grew. Never had he wanted to lay with someone as much as you.

@fandomgirl800 @mac-n-cheesie @shantellorraine @vcat55

[stardancerluv]

All Flowers Must Bloom Even in Winter

Part 4b

Summary: Can he wait?

Warning: fluff, fingering

For @theblackmaskclub

Rolling over you awoke with a start, you had not even felt tired. Looking, over you saw that the sun was setting. Stretching, you got up and went over to window. Looking out, you saw that the snow had picked up again, it was swirling and blowing around.

Brushing out your hair, you twisted and twined it. You slipped on a dress with pale pink and lavender shades. This snowstorm despite delivering some happiness your way was so dismal. At least you could lighten the mood with your dress.

Feeling, pretty you twirled. Eyeing the small box on your dresser you opened it. You spied the cameo your mother gave you.

If only mother could see you now, it gave a moment of pause. She would have been terribly upset about the engagement. Though, knowing you had been strong and made a life in the west, would have been proud. Now as for John she wasn’t completely sure. Though since he was certainly was handsome and very well dressed, that may sway her.

“Why, the sad smile?”

You jumped, at the deep timber of his voice. Turning, you heart ached hard. It was the memories you told yourself. “John.” He stepped towards you, you soaked him in. He looked incredibly handsome, clad in a gray suit and black scarf.

“Y/N,” He cupped your chin and drew it up. “Your eyes are sad too, it was not that cook was it?” His mouth took a grim line.

“No, I was missing my mother.”

“Oh, that will do it. I am sure your good nature came from her.”

You smiled, “I’d like to think so.” You closed your eyes, as you felt the soft leather of his gloves graze your throat. He traced the strip of velvet. You inhaled deeply, his touch made you crave more. You could barely think.

“Did she give you this?”

You opened eyes, “She did, right before I came out here.”

“It makes your throat even more alluring.” He smoothed his mustache. “Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“I came here because I wanted to escort you to dinner.”

“Wanted?”

You felt as if someone sliced at your heart.

“Your cameo, makes me want to devour you. A part of me is inclined to enjoy some of your company before we partake of dinner.”

“Oh!” You had not expected him to say that. Your brow furrowed.

“What is on your mind blossom?”

“Well, you said we shouldn’t make a huge spectacle of us being together. If you escort me to dunner wouldn’t that spark conversations?”

He smiled. “I am growing fond of how sharp you are my flower.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I am simple gentleman that crossed your path on the stairs. The only logical thing to do is to offer escort after the news that has spread around the town.”

Your heart squeezed, “What news?” You felt yourself tremble.

“One of my men was found murdered.”

“What?” You brought a hand to your lips.

He nodded. “We don’t know what happened.”

“That is horrible.” You wrapped your arms around him. “John?”

“What?”

“Cinnamon?”

He smiled. “You can tell?”

“Yes. You went on your toes. “Oh, you smell really nice. It didn’t sting?”

“Like you said yourself, I am rough yet smooth.” The smile that spread across his dace was filled with mirth.

“Alright.” Once again, you couldn’t resist sniffing at him though this time, you placed a kiss on his throat, above his scarf. A deep sound came from him. “You shaved too?”

He cleared his throat then. “Thought might as well.” He smirked. “If you do that again and well, I can’t be responsible for what might happen.”

“Oh!” You went up, and slowly dragged your lips across his throat which ended in a kiss. A deeper richer sound came from him. Rocking back on your feet, you looked at him. “Opps.”

“I warned you.” Easily he picked you up, he slung you over his shoulder you desperately held onto him. He swung you around with you so he could lock the door. In a few steps he reached your bed. He tossed you gently on it, the springs creaked as you landed . He shed his jacket and vest. “Take off your boots.” His voice was firm but his smile was warm.

As you did what he asked, you watched as he pulled off his own.

“I thought about you while I took my bath.” He said once he was hanging over your.

“Oh?”

“I wish you could have washed my back...” He kissed you. Eagerly, you wrapped your arms around him. Kissing him, deeper.

Breathless, you broke the kiss. “John, I would have kissed at your back if I had been there.”

“I would have liked that.” Kissing you again, he came to rest beside you. His hand drifted under the soft fabric of your dress. “I need to feel more of you.”

Moaning, against his lips, arching. Tugging, and pulling at you blanket under the two of you was all you could do as you felt his hand. Desperation, filling you reached down and pulled up your dress.

*****

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Do you want to feel me little blossom?”

“Please?”

He had been getting hard as he kissed you, but was going to try something new, different for him.

Settling between your legs, he enjoyed the sight of your legs opening for him. Open them a little further

“Do you feel that achy sensation, little flower?”

He tilted his head to one side, reached so, he let his hand slide under your underwear.

“Yes.” You gasped.

Even those his gloves you could feel how wet you had become.

He began rubbing at you. “So excited for me.” He drank in the sharp moan you made when he rubbed at your bud. He bent down, till he was inches from you. “I need you to come undone for me fast little flower.”

Rubbing faster, he loved watching as you just writhed and whimpered. Allowing himself a moment, he kissed above the velvet of the cameo.

Damn, he sat back and just rubbed you. “Come on little flower or I will stop.” He urged.

Teasing you felt good. As slipped in two fingers and moved them just so, he felt you clench around him. A moan that was his name, poured from your lips as you melted back into your bed.

He gently, wiped his gloved hand and then eased your dress back down your legs.

“Ready for dinner?” He smiled hanging over you seeing the initial fog of pleasure clearing in your eyes.

“Yes.” You panting trying to gather your breath. His thud harder as he suddenly felt your delicate hand rest on him. Your touch went right through his slacks. “But what about you.”

Looking between, god if didn’t relish the sight of your hand over growing hard on. He put a hand over yours. “So you feel what you do to me?” He tried to keep his voice steady.

“Yes.” You raised yourself up onto an elbow.

“Think about that while we’re down there.”

“What do you mean?”

He withdrew your hand and put it on his thigh.

“I want you to know I am hard with wanting but I am, we are waiting for a good moment.”

“But John...”

He put a finger to your lips. “We will talk, we will drink and we will enjoy the stew and bread you made.”

He stood up, slipping on his boots and coat on. He helped you to your feet once you had your own boots on.

“When the time is right” He continued. “We will come up here and then perhaps then I will let you have your way with me.”

He adjusted his scarf, then offered his arm. “Ready?”

Hope you enjoy, @shantellorraine

[snailfrog]

When Silence is not the end of a Duo.

Inspired by @laure-demontety