@the-blind-assassin-12 posted earlier that she was doing *something* and it was a secret, and she just submitted a post to me and it …. osfjakfjshfjshfk wk
I can’t breathe. The contents of the post - and what she spent all afternoon doing - are beneath the cut because it is ZESTY. ZESTY AF. But here’s a hint - and some proof that I am clairvoyant.
Alyssa, I do not deserve a friend like you. Not even just because of things like this, but in general. When I say that I am ENDLESSLY thankful for you, I mean it.
Leather and Smoke
*SURPRISE BITCH! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE- please accept this gift in celebration as it was once again your fault that it happened what with all the gifs and tik toks you’ve been assaulting me with.*
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You had no earthly idea what time it was but you couldn’t think of anything in the world that you cared less about. Not while you were lying in Javier Peña’s bed, the man kissing you so thoroughly you would have forgotten your own name had he not growled it into your ear earlier while he did other things that scrambled every thought your brain attempted. Not while his arms flexed around your legs, his palms pressed to the tops of your thighs as he dragged your hips closer to his mouth, your hands disappearing into his hair at the feel of his satisfied hum vibrating against you.
Jesus fucking Christ, Javi.
You chewed at your bottom lip, the flesh there still puffy from where his teeth had just done the same. Letting out a breathless, delirious laugh, you combed a hand through your damp hair, raking it back and away from your face. As your fingers fell down to the side of your throat they brushed a small spot that he’d sucked sore, and the bruising reminder of the way he’d devoured your throat as he buried himself inside you caused a flutter low in your abdomen.
I don’t care what time it is, just get back here fast, Peña.
He was in the kitchen filling two glasses with water, and you watched his shadow moving on the wall, thinking about the surprisingly delicate way he’d dropped a light kiss to the spot where you let your fingertips linger, the spot where you could still feel his teeth with each beat of your pulse.
“Wait here.” He told you as he dragged his bottom lip a few inches up towards your ear before pressing them both behind it. “I’ll be right back.”
After the shit the two of you had been through over the last month and a half with work, there was nowhere you would rather be.
Eyelids drooping under the weight of blissful exhaustion, you looked around the room as you waited for him to return. A tired old fan whirred in the corner, oscillating shakily and doing absolutely nothing to cool the thick, humid air that filled the room. The summer heat had only been enhanced by both of your heavy breathing and the way you were transferring warmth between your bodies. Golden light from the neon signs mounted to the building across the street came through the drawn blinds, cutting the dark with a dim glow. In the moments you had been able to keep your eyes open, you’d tried to commit to memory the way his sweat slicked skin looked illuminated in muted orange.
Just in- You winced. Fuck, don’t… Swallowing, you curled your fingers around the back of your neck and squeezed, closing your eyes.
Just in case. That was the thought you’d stopped yourself from finishing, because tonight wasn’t about how close you’d come to losing him. Tonight wasn’t about the fear you saw in his eyes when he wasn’t sure if he’d get to you in time. Tonight wasn’t about remembering things that would likely haunt your dreams for years. It was about being there together, about filling up on moments that you’d both want to relive. When you opened your eyes again they landed on his leather jacket where it hung on the closet door knob, and you had an idea that chased any residual thoughts of the things you shouldn’t be thinking about tonight from your mind.
I’ll give you something to think about later too, Javi.
Straining your ear to listen for the sound of water rushing into one of the cut glass tumblers you’d only ever seen him drink whiskey from, you grinned to yourself as you confirmed that he was still in the kitchen. Moving as quickly as you could on quivering legs, you grabbed the jacket and slipped your bare arms into the sleeves, enveloping your naked body in his scent, the porous material soaked in layers of smoke and cologne and him. You let out a sigh as you relished the way that the well worn lining actually felt cool against your skin, the way that the shoulders were so broad that the garment hung heavily on your frame.
You turned back to perch on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs at the knee and leaning back so the orange glow would highlight the shape of your curves under the open jacket. His footsteps came from the hall and you licked your lips, letting them fall open just as he stepped into the room. Water sloshed over the rim of the glasses he carried as he froze abruptly at the sight of you, and you heard him hiss out a slew of swears both in English and Spanish.
“Hi Javi,” you pinched the zipper between the thumb and index finger of your right hand and slid it slowly up and down the length of the jacket.
He stared at you, his chest heaving once before he resumed motion, moving to the dresser in one long stride to set down the glasses before rounding on you. His hands grabbed at the lapels of his jacket, and you let out a gasp as he yanked on them, pulling you quickly to your feet. “I told you to wait there,” he spoke in a low rumble as he cocked his head towards the bed where you’d been when he left you. You nodded and he let himself look at you, drinking you in entirely before he spoke again. “I…” He shifted his hands from the lapels, sliding one underneath the jacket to run his palm over your shoulder, the sleeve slouching down your arm. “I like this.”
“Mmm,” you hummed, leaning into him to press your lips to his bare chest as he let his touch wander over your shoulder to your back beneath the leather. “I like it too. Feels nice, smells like you.”
He brought his other hand to your waist then, that arm wrapping behind your back to pull you impossibly closer. “Does it?” He asked, teeth grazing the inner helix of your ear to send tingles down your arms and legs. He didn’t give you time to answer though, breathing your name before gently biting down. Fuck.
“Well now it smells like both of us.”
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Please direct all comments and compliments and keyboard smashing to @the-blind-assassin-12. I might have planted the seeds for this, but it came from her head. I hope you post this on your page, too.
Imagine curling up in a blanket with Damien. Maybe you wander into his office, warm blanket around your shoulders, and pull the chair hes sitting on back far enough that you can sit on his lap and cover you both with it. Imagine the love sick smile on damiens face as he holds you closer, finishing his paperwork and cuddling you. Aldjakfjalv cute!
YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FUN?
WHEN SOMEONE ALREADY TALLER THAN YOU, WHO WEIGHS A FAIR AMOUNT MORE THAN YOU JUST. PUTS THEIR ARM OVER YOUR BROKEN SHOULDER AND LEAN ON YOU. A LOT.
YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT. KEEP DOING IT.
