Riley dragged her red haired companion through the loud club to the tight group of women standing off to the side.
“They’re called Absolute Legspreaders.” The tall blond giggled as she passed around shot glasses. “I figured with as many gorgeous men around, these would be parfait!”
“Maybe we should be feeding these to the boys…” Hana mused, stealing a look at the tall, gangly dark haired man in the middle of the circle of men at the other end of the club. Liam tilted his head back in laughter at his antics. Drake rolled his eyes loudly, but Olivia could see the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.
“These will not be necessary for the plans I have tonight…” Riley grinned, staring unabashed at her fiancé across the room.
“Oui, but I doubt you could get him to leave before the majority of people are gone.” The ambassador’s daughter, Amelia, cocked her eyebrow in challenge. The group of women all cooed at the gauntlet dropped. “Ton king is far too proper to abandon his guests, non?”
“Should we be making this interesting?” Riley’s eyebrow quirked as she turned her glance back to Amelia. “The loser donates €10,000 to the charity of the winner’s choice.”
“Done,” Amelia grinned, holding her hand out to shake. “Mais, in order for you to win… I think he should have to carry you out… And this is not some quickie. If you come back before the club closes, you lose. And he cannot know about the bet.”
Riley held her hand back from the shake momentarily, thinking through her options.
“Fine… But Hana chooses the next song played.” Amelia nodded easily and the women shook hands. Turning quickly to the petite woman next to her, Riley lowered her voice. “Don’t take it easy on me, Hana. Just make sure the beat is heavy.”
Hana nodded before heading towards the DJ.
“One more round!” Riley called, causing cheers from the women around her. Downing the brightly coloured shot she locked eyes with the ocean blues of her fiancé. A small smile creased his face as she handed her glass to Amelia and she slowly prowled across the club towards him. Her silver dress sashaying with her movements, causing most of the men present to stop and stare after her.
“So that’s when Tariq said-“
“Sorry to interrupt, boys,” Riley cooed, stepping into the circle. Her eyes twinkled, never leaving Liam’s, letting him know that she was in no way sorry of interrupting their conversations. “But I need to steal him away for a moment… Or ten…”
“Aren’t you tired, MacEwan,” Drake’s voice echoed to her left. Her grin grew as she stopped directly in front of her target. “Even Maxwell has given up.”
“Not in the least, Drake,” she purred, running her fingers down the lapels of Liam’s blazer. “Though, my King, you may want to lose the unnecessary layers…”
“Oh?” Liam’s eyes smiled down at her, noticing the music taking on a heavier beat. She nodded her head, unbuttoning the blazer and sliding it down his shoulders. Handing the offending article of clothing to Drake, still not looking anywhere but Liam, Riley hooked her index finger through a belt loop on his pants and pulled him to the middle of the dance floor. “That was… forward?”
“Are you truly complaining?” Riley grinned turning to face him. Her fingers grazed the sides of his neck before setting them behind his head. His blue eyes darkened to the same colour as the deepest parts of the ocean as he glanced down her insanely low cut dress.
“Not in the least…” He growled, leaning in to place a hot kiss just below her ear. His hands trailed down her bare spine before resting just above the swell of her ass. “This dress should be illegal.”
She hummed gently, grinding tightly against him, her hip brushing against the bulge forming in the front of his pants.
“It… Uh…” His voice caught as she dipped her hip against him again. “You seem to be… missing some articles of clothing, my queen.”
His strong hand traced up the side of her dress brushing the side of her braless breast, causing her own breath to catch in her throat.
“Seems to be…” She grinned playfully, moving her hands into his neatly styled blond hair. Pulling him closer she whispered seductively into his ear. “That’s not the only article of clothing I’m missing, Liam…”
His head jerked out of her grasp to stare at her. Shock planted firmly on his face. She shrugged prettily, a smirk playing with the side of her mouth.
“You… You’re serious?” He stammered, trying to hold on to the last bits of sense as all the blood in his body rushed below his belt.
“You could always find out…” A mischievous glint shone in her eyes as he swallowed harshly. Seconds passed, he gave the club a quick glance before nodding harshly. Riley stopped dancing completely, placing her index finger against her lips. “You know… I just remembered… I needed to talk to Drake about something…”
She stepped a couple of steps away from Liam before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her tightly back to him with a growl.
“You’re teasing me, my love.” He nipped at her ear, causing a low moan to slip through her lips.
“I would never…” Her hand still in his he took a few steps towards the door. “But really… Maxwell needed-“
She squeaked as Liam turned swiftly and placed his shoulder into her midsection, lifting easily over his shoulder.
“Liam!” She laughed. “Liam, my dress!”
She could feel him tense before pulling the hem of her dress down as low as it would go. Riley’s smile grew with accomplishment as she pulled her tumbling hair over one shoulder and glanced up at the group of women in the corner.
Hana grinned and waved; Olivia scowled, although her eyes gleamed with an unknown respect; Kiera and Amelia watched gobsmacked as the King of Cordonia marched towards the door with his fiancé draped over him.
“Mon Dieu,” Amelia whispered as they passed. “How on earth…?”
Riley winked at the crowd before soundly, playfully, smacking Liam’s backside. He paused momentarily before growling lowly.
“You are playing with fire…” She bit her bottom lip from the promise that sentence carried.
“My favourite game to play.” Her hand slipped into his back pocket, squeezing gently. He strode purposefully towards the waiting black SUVs before gently lifting her off of his shoulder and into the vehicle. Carefully, he closed the door before circling around the vehicle to the other side, pausing momentarily to give one order to the guard waiting for him.
“Hotel. Now, Bastien.” The tall man nodded stoically as he held the door open for his monarch. Liam slid into the vehicle, finding his fiancée casually picking at her manicured nails. “Vixen…”
The word was whispered reverently as he pulled her roughly into his lap before crashing his lips to her own. She purred softly before pulling his soft lower lip between her teeth.
Someone tagged me in a post and I actually came on here to read it! Shocking right?
well... I decided to review my master list and saw I was missing a couple of things.
So... here’s the update... and stay tuned for maybe something new coming...
FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: hmmmm.... I’m going to say Wesley from Princess Bride
COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee but I love tea as well.
AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: 5ish
DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dog
NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: One
DREAM TRIP: Scotland
BLOG ESTABLISHED: ummm... 2017?
FOLLOWERS: 709
RANDOM FACT: I was the last in my family to get a piercing (my ears) but the first in my family to get a tattoo... I got it at 19. It’s the druidic symbol of wyn (which is like a P with a slanted line through the stem) with the flower heather (purple) growing out of it. Wyn stands for love and harmony and purple heather stands for beauty. And now 13 years later I’m looking at my second tattoo...
TAGGING TO PLAY: @mfackenthal and anyone else who wants to play?
Three cheers for me only taking three weeks to update the story! Word count is 4600 on the dot and the tag list is at the end. If you want to be added/moved/removed from any of my lists, please don’t hesitate to ask! I removed the tags that don’t link so if you’re supposed to be tagged and aren’t, let me know if your url has changed. I hope you like it and if you do, please like, comment, or reblog. I appreciate every single note, and all of you!
No one likes being in the hospital. It sucks. It’s boring. Then there’s the fact that you’re there because you’re sick or injured, which is no fun at all.
Today marks day three of Jennifer’s captivity.
Three days of ultrasounds, pokes and prods, all while staring at the same four walls from her hospital bed. Sure she has a window, but there’s only so much one can see from ten feet away on the fifth floor. They say she needs to rest, but how they expect her to do that she has no idea. It would be a miracle for anyone to sleep more than twenty minutes a pop in this place. From the heart rate thingy beeping for no damn reason, getting her next dose of medication and incessant tests, she barely gets a moment’s peace. And someone is always there; doctors, nurses, aides, well-meaning husbands who refuse to go home except to shower and change despite being told she’s fine and he needs a good night’s sleep. She doesn’t push it because the truth is, she wants him there with her and she knows he needs to be with her too- for his peace of mind. He may hover, he may be over-protective, but she feels safe with Liam at her side; like nothing could ever touch them as long as they’re together.
This is my contribution to the 12 Days of Fictmas- 2019 edition and true to form, I am posting this at the literal eleventh hour. I was assigned “Blue Christmas” by the late and great Elvis Aaron Presley (may he rest in peace). Big thank you to @leelee10898 for hosting this event and wrangling us all and to @darley1101 for creating the awesome moodboard you see below. I hope you like it and happy holidays!
A Not So Blue Christmas
When Kayla matched at Edenbrook, some 980 miles from her hometown of Chicago, she knew there would be things she would miss out on. Her proud Irish family was huge and freakishly close; three brothers and one sister with Kayla smack in the middle, five aunts, three uncles, twenty-six first cousins and an absolute lunatic of a grandmother to round it all out. And that was just on her dad’s side. Birthdays, holidays, graduations, anniversaries; they were spent together whether you wanted to be there or not. Going away to college had been a blessing. For the first time, Kayla got to be seen as her own person instead of Sean and Connor’s little sister but she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss her family. The last time she saw them was back in June when she took Bryce home to meet everyone. Well, almost everyone. No one should have to be subjected to the entire clan on the first meeting, no matter how confident and easy-going her boyfriend was.
It was worth it though. She’d wanted to be a doctor for as long as she could remember and working with Ethan Freaking Ramsey on the diagnostics team was a dream come true. Her career fed her constant thirst for knowledge and allowed her to help people so she didn’t mind not being there for every little thing her family deigned worthy of celebration. Christmas was different. Christmas in the Donovan house was a huge deal.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
Is someone chopping onions here? No? I must have an allergy then.
Ahhhhhhh!! They have a Christmas baby!!! And they’re married!!! And Leo is being Leo, so sweet and caring omg. This was so fluffy and wholesome and I’m feeling all kinds of emotions right now!
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
AHHHH Sabrina and Leo’s baby is so adorable, of course he would come for Christmas. A CHRISTMAS BABY!!! This was incredibly heartwarming and yea what @leelee10898 said, it feels like she’s been pregnant forever lol and I can’t believe Killer kept on those reindeer ears! My dogs would never let me put those on them lololol
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So… Firstly… I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next… Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me… I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song… Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
So... Firstly... I want to thank @leelee10898 for organizing this. I can bet herding us writers can’t be an easy task!
Next... Kudos to ALLLLLLL the writers participating in the 12 Days of Fictmas! This was so much fun for me... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!
Now! I got The Christmas Song... Everyone knows the Nat King Cole version (and I LOVE that version). But I fell in love with this version while writing this little diddy.
Now onto the Fic! Please enjoy some Leo and Sabrina from Duties of a Prince... in the future... sometime 😉
Word count: ~ 1500 words
The door creaked as he pushed his way into the too-hot apartment, the heat hitting his face as he stepped over the threshold as quietly as possible. A blocky head pushed insistently at his legs, jingling softly in the darkened rooms. Green eyes glanced down to see the sweet face of Killer, a set of plush reindeer antlers perched on her head.
“What did your momma do to you, Girl?” He chuckled gently before pulling the offending decorations off of the pup. Killer whimpered gently before nudging him for a pat on the head. “I know… I know… C’mon, take me to your master.”
The dog seemed to grin up at him as she led him through the apartments and through another heavy door.
The heat seemed to rise another several degrees as he took in the room around him. A large fir tree in the corner with lights twinkling and blue and silver garland wrapping around it, ornaments laying just off to the side waiting for attention, saturated the room with a woodsy scent. Accenting the smell of the tree was the wood crackling in the fireplace, the mantel adorned with small knickknacks of Santa, Frosty, Rudolph and other Christmas mainstays, 4 stockings hanging below with initials stitch into the red fabric, “L” “S” “K” and a simple blank stocking.
His smile grew as his gaze fell to the oversized couch taking up most of the front of the room. Curled around a bowl of popped corn was the woman he longed to see all day, her blond hair haphazardly piled on the top of her head, one hand resting under her ballooned belly, while another was wrapped in a string of the popped treat. His large hand brushed back strands of the blond hair that had draped over her face, causing her to stir gently.
“Brina…” he whispered, brushing against her cheek again. “C’mon, Beautiful… let’s go to bed…”
Her head shook slightly as she groaned negatively at him. His grin grew as he gently unwound her hand from the popped corn string, winding the strand and placing it and the large bowl on the table before the couch. Gently, he slid his hands under her shoulders and knees before lifting her from the leather.
“Leo!” she screeched, her ice-blue eyes snapping awake at the sudden movement. “Jesus Christ put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“You’re as light as a feather, Beautiful,” he grinned down at her. “Don’t kid yourself.”
Her eyes narrowed at him as he swept through the apartments and into their large bedroom.
“Would you like me to start a fire in here too?” he asked as he slipped her between the covers on the dominating four-posted bed. Soft snoring drifted up from the pillows on the bed, her blond hair spilling over the covers. His smile was soft as he leaned in and grazed a kiss to her forehead. “G’night, Beautiful.”
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Soft Christmas music filled the room as Sabrina watched all the glistening gowns were swept across the ballroom floor in front of her for the Christmas Eve ball. Her lip twisting gently in a scowl as her hands rubbed her very swollen belly in gentle circles. Her shoulders tensed as a pair of strong hands suddenly found their way to her shoulders and relaxed as the scent of the wind and sea filled her nose.
“What’s wrong, Beautiful?” Leo’s strong voice crooned into her hair as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
“Beyond being as big as a whale?” she griped owlishly. “My back’s bugging me today…”
Strong fingers dug into her sore lower back as he brushed his clean-shaven cheek against her neck, causing an involuntary shiver to course down her spine.
“Don’t insult my wife like that,” he warned before playfully nipping at her ear. “I’m far too vain to be married to a whale.”
“Your highnesses have been requested on the dance floor,” Bastien’s voice broken into their small world making Leo’s back straighten as he cleared his throat.
“Of course,” he coughed gently before holding his hand out to Sabrina. “May I have this dance, Beautiful?”
“Do you worst, Pretty Boy,” her eyes twinkled with mischief as she laid her hand in his, squealing as he spun her into his side.
“Now you’ve done it, Princess,” Bastien chuckled as he cleared a path to the dance floor for the young couple. Piano notes with a light guitar riff sounded throughout the room as Leo drew his Princess to his chest, wrapping one arm around her lower back while the other drew her hand into his chest. His lips stayed near to her ear as he softly sang about chestnuts over fires and Jack Frost.
“Have you ever even tried roasted chestnuts, Leo?” she grinned up at him gently.
“I didn’t actually know this was a thing,” he chuckled before spinning her away from him before pulling her even closer than before.
“My mom used to have roasted chestnuts ready for me as soon as I got home from school in the Christmas season,” she whispered. “They were always so warm, she used to say they were her hug in food form.”
“I wish I could have met her, Beautiful,” he brushed a single wayward tear from her cheek as they continued to sway, more than dance, to the music around them.
“She would’ve- oof…” she dropped her hand resting on his strong chest to the balloon between them.
“Sabrina?” Leo’s hands came up to her shoulders as worry filled his vibrant green eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…” she waved him off. “Just Braxton Hicks… Honestly, Leo, it’s nothing.”
“You’re sure…?” Sabrina lifted her thumb to smooth out the furrow that was forming between his eyes.
“I’m sure,” her chuckle was soft as she pulled his arms back around her. “Just a twinge. They’ve been happening on and off since yesterday. I talked to the doctor, she said that it was still too early and not to worry myself.”
“Just promise me you’ll tell me if it gets worse?” he pleaded gently with her.
“I promise,” her smile placating. She cleared her throat gently to hide her wince at the next twinge in her core before brushing a piece of hair from his forehead. His green eyes narrowing in suspicion as he continued to dance her around the ballroom.
As the song finally began to wind down Sabrina tightened her grip on his hand and shoulder, biting her lip to keep from squeaking out in shock and pain.
“Highness?” Bastien’s voice came from behind Leo’s shoulder, the young man’s eyes searching out the older ones. “May I recommend we get you to the medical wing?”
“Not a bad idea, Bas,” she grinned up at him, stepping past Leo to take the older man’s outstretched arm.
“Sabrina…?” Leo’s worried voice carried solidly over the whispers now starting around them.
“My water broke, Pretty Boy,” she smiled through a wince as the next contraction hit her. “This baby wants to spend Christmas in the real world.”
Leo stood rooted in place for a beat before a strong hand patted his back roughly.
“You should catch up with them, Son,” his father’s voice broke through the fog as he followed Leo’s gaze to the doorway Sabrina had disappeared through. “Do not let her go through this alone.”
“But…” Leo’s gaze moved from the doorway to meet his father’s. “I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“I’m not sure that baby cares, Leo,” Constantine chuckled. “Now, go and get the best present you’ll receive all year.”
The sentence hadn’t fully left his father’s mouth as Leo sprinted towards the door.
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“He’s perfect…” Sabrina cooed down at the tiny bundle resting softly on her chest, her index finger tracing a perfect cupid’s bow on the tiny puckered mouth.
“You’re perfect,” Leo corrected, pressing a gentle kiss on her disheveled head. “I’m so proud of you, Brina. You barely even swore to castrate me.”
Her gentle laughter brought a smile to his own face. The jostling of her chest gently waking the babe.
“Hey there, little one,” Leo crooned down at his son. “I’m your papa and you will soon learn that your momma is the best woman that God has ever placed on this earth.”
“Don’t you forget it,” she grinned up at her husband. Over his shoulder she noticed the large wall clock, 3:45 am. “Leo… Look… It’s Christmas Day.”
“Well, look at that!” He exclaimed, rubbing the babe’s downy head. “You share a birthday with the baby Jesus. You lucky little boy.”
“I have the perfect Christmas name for him,” she half-whispered her blue eyes twinkling in the low lights of their room. Leo’s head nodding to her to continue. “Merry Christmas, Nikolas Michael Constantine Rys. Welcome to the world.”
