I track thirstyhscwrter. Mostly Eric/Jai Courtney but really containing what ever i have a thirst for at the time bc I am lonely, stressed and procrastinate by looking at attractive people way too much.
I play a game called Chapters - it’s an interactive stories game. The one I just finished, Once Perfect left me really unsatisfied, both the happy and unhappy ending, so I’ve decided to write my whole ending, a whole sequel of an ending. I hope to write this so that you can enjoy it even if you haven’t read the book on Chapters.
I hope you enjoy! I’m always looking for feedback on my work!!
You couldn’t believe the words that had come out of Mateo’s mouth. After the day you had had, being forced to serve on the men in his family – face his mother’s obvious disdain for you, watch as Leta was continuously put down by her family, whiteness her continued struggle in vain. You had seen his father’s wrath first time, had it directed at yourself. Through all of this, his family had done nothing. Mateo had acted as little more than a punch bag. And now? Now he wanted to break up with you as if you had done something wrong.
the whole story, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 and Part 6
It’s been a while since I posted this story so make sure you check out the previous part above. I wanted something a little more smutty to balance out the more slow-burn fics I’ve been working on. Enjoy. As always feedback or any communication is appreciated! Happy New Years to you all!
Something had changed. She was comfortable in a way she had never been before. She did not feel as if she needed to prove herself, to her men, to her husband, or to the world. She was the head of this army, and she deserved it. Their contract last night had not been their official marriage, but it was the one that mattered to her. The vows he made were ones she trusted him to keep, and ones she intended to keep in return, could keep. She would not submit or serve, but she would ride by his side, no matter what lay ahead.
Of course, what lay ahead was empty stomachs and restless nights. Their detours had greatly hurt their recourses. The visit to the Nelson’s had not ended the way she had hoped, and whilst she had gained a husband from it, she had lost an opportunity to gain much-needed rations. Now they were weeks out from the next point where they could rally for support.
She could end this all in an instant, two days ride and it would be over. Doing so would take, however, a sacrifice she was not certain she could afford to make. “My Lady?” The page had evidently been trying to get her attention for a while. Both he and Eric were looking at her with concern.
They were all crowded around maps, tracing the next part of her journey. Trying to calculate how they could make such little food stretch across so many men.
“Apologies, I was lost in thought. What is wrong?” Her hot eyes met Eric’s own, an all too clear sign of exactly where her mind had drifted. He held her gaze easily, a promise in his own. They had been away from each other’s beds too long. All day small touches, heavy looks, had communicated exactly what each had planned for the other as soon as they were alone. As with all things, however, the more she craved the moment they could retire together the longer it seemed to take.
“I think you should come with me, My Lady, there has been an incident.”
They arrived at the food carts to find a terrible scene. One of Eric’s men, she recognized him from his strange armor, was on his knees, Tobias stood behind him, sword at his neck. “This man was caught stealing rations.” Tobias seemed to spit as he spoke, disgust clear in the way he looked down upon the hedge knight.
“I was hungry.” Defiance was written all over the knight’s face as he met her gaze, “Your bitch has not been feeding us, so I took what I needed.” Normally such as insult would have caused a reaction from Tobias, but he did not so much as flinch.
“We are all hungry. That is why we ration our foods.” Explaining would do no good. This man was not loyal, that was why he stole, he did not care if the army survived or perished, he only cared about filling his own pockets.
“Shall I kill him” Tobias carried a darkness she had never seen on him before, he would not meet her eyes.
“No. He came with Eric, Eric shall decide what to do with him.” Rage flashed across Tobias’s face at the suggestion, but he stepped down, all the same, offering the man to Eric.
Eric looked around, evidently unsure what to do with his new power. He was her right hand now, she needed him to learn how to take control. “Leave. Now. I do not want to see your face in this force again.” He spoke calmly, but she could hear the pain in his voice. “You wish to only look out for yourself, you have your wish. Get out of our site.” The knight paused, measuring them all up before he stood,
“Follow your bitch then. She will get you all killed.” With that he fled, disappearing int. o the night.
“You are stupid.” Tobias was staring at her with pure rage, lip curled as if he could not stand the sight of her. “He will be back, to steal more of our food. Food we cannot afford to lose.”
“If he is, we will catch him, and we will handle it.” Eric was calm, although she could hear the doubt in his voice.
“She can speak for herself. Or do you make all of her decisions now?”
“Tobias. You insult my husband you insult me.” She snapped, shocked by this outburst. She had never seen similar from him before.
“Good. You have been acting ridiculously since he arrived. He brings disloyal men who eat food we cannot spare, spreading resources we cannot afford, all so you can have fun with him. He is a distraction, and you have allowed yourself to lose sight of everything for him. I have never thought of you as a weak woman. Now, however, I know you cannot resist your nature.
Eric was on him in a moment, hand on his throat, lifting him in the air. “I may be new to this army, but I know one thing for sure. She is your leader. Do not disrespect her. She is ten times the warrior you are and you know it.” He dropped him, sneering down at him, “Leave and cool off. You are drunk. Come back when you have something to say that is actually worthy of her time.”
They all but fell into her tent, lips hot on each other’s, desperately pulling at other, she had not felt like this before, so content to open herself up to him. This was no game, she wanted him, every part of him, as deep inside of her as he could get. She wanted to mold his body into her own. “The way you took control there.” She told him in-between kisses, pulling at the laces of his breeches, “I have never found it so hard to keep my hands off of you.”
He growled, spinning her around so her back was flush against his front, “What of you princess? All but undressing me in front of your men?” He was alternating between whispering in her ear and pulling at the laces of her clothes, his hands were not as skilled as her own, fingers big and clumsy in his haste. He soon proved how little he needed nimble fingers, however, choosing instead to tear at her blouse, revealing her breasts to his hands, “I thought you would have me there and then in front of them all.”
He seemed to have decided tearing was a much more convenient way to get to what he wanted, and she had no intention of arguing. Within moments he had torn her breaches from her body, leaving her completely exposed to him, his overgrown beard scratching her skin, no doubt leaving a rash across much of her neck, marking her as his own. “Perhaps I should have,” hands reaching back to tangle in his hair she pressed his face deeper into her neck, encouraging him to bite and pull at the skin there. “Show them your place: beneath my thighs.”
She could feel him pressing hard into her thigh, his hands dropped, one to free himself, the other to her hips, bending her in half as if she weighed nothing. She happily submitted, delighted by the access to her body this new position gave him.
“You need a man.” He told her, teasing her as he danced around her entrance, refusing to push forwards, leaving her mewing for his full touch. “a real man to give you the strength you crave.”
Oh, how right he was. And no one was as strong as Eric. No one was strong in the same way he was, so self-assured, prepared to fight for what he wanted, fight for those he loved. Of course, she had her own strength. A strength he knew all too well. He should not have been surprised when she drove herself backwards, trapping him hard and deep within her. The cry he let out as they connected was deep and visceral, as he lifted her body back up to lie flush against his own.
He knew what he needed, felt her body as if were an extension of his own, the two of them driving together, finding an erratic rhythm, that left both of them crying for air, fighting to regain the upper hand.
“Tell me who you are.” He growled, lips capturing her own in a breathless, desperate kiss. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your wife.” She said, hands soft, stroking her face, even as her body was not.
They lay, immobile, completely content in each other’s arms.
“You know I will always support you.” He whispered, laying a light kiss on the nape of her neck. “But Tobias has a point. Continue as we are and more men will suffer, more will steal and defect. We need a solution.”
“I have one.” She had always known it would come to this, even as she tried to avoid it. “It’s time for you to meet my father.”
I’ve gone through and all the links in my masterlist should now be working properly. Now I’m going to settle down and keep working on my writing. I’m looking for inspiration for new stories and series so send me some prompts, or hot content of Jai Courtney (I melt over anything where he has facial hair) or other hot characters you’d like to see some fics about.
Home For The Holidays Part Four ll Eric/OC ll Office/Holiday AU
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, The Whole Story
The next part up and ready to go. As always I love to get any feedback, prompts, or general comments you have! I hope everyone is having a great holiday period.
Eric hadn’t been lying when he told her they’d have a big day. Apparently, every aspect of the Coulter holiday season was filled with social events. Each day packed to the brim with other rich corporate families coming in and out of their home. It was a relief to finally escape for a walk, even if it was with a dozen other people, all who seemed more concerned with networking than with actually enjoying the amazing countryside Eric’s parents owned.
Eric had been deep in conversation with his father all day, she wanted to believe that he was busy, perhaps beginning to hold up his end of the bargain they had agreed on. Somehow, however, she suspected he was simply trying to avoid her after their run in this morning. So, she was left to walk alone, eyes slowly burning a hole in the back of Eric’s head.
Eventually, he decided he couldn’t ignore her any longer. He slowed down, allowing her to catch up, stress written all over his face. Well, she thought, I had no idea waking up wrapped around me would be such an uncomfortable experience for you. He was rubbing his eyes, “Bad night sleep?” She asked, unable to resist teasing him.
“Actually no.” Reluctant amusement was written all over his face, “I’ve never slept better in my life. At least, not in this house.” She wanted to ask what he meant but was stopped by a small child running between them, nearly knocking her off her feet. “You ok there?” Eric asked, laughing as the child joined his mother’s side.
“You know there’s a lot of influential people here.” Eric was nodding at the group ahead of them, “You should be networking. Showing off that mind of yours. That’s how half the people here fill job positions, picking out acquaintances who’ve impressed them at a Christmas party.”
His words gave her pause. “That would be good advice if I wasn’t working on getting myself a promotion at my current job. I thought we were both working on that. Maybe I was wrong?”
“I am working on it, I’m just saying… my father can be difficult. You might want to keep your options open…”
His aforementioned father was waiting for them at the next turn. Eric sighed at the sight of him. She was no the type to be deterred, however, Eric evidently thought she couldn’t handle his father, this job. She intended to prove him wrong. Turning to raise her eyebrows at Eric she picked up her speed. Pushing down the path ahead.
“Mr. Coulter.” Eric’s father did little more than glance her way, before turning his attention back to Eric. His dismissal, so familiar to her at work, shattered the confidence she had developed “I’d love to talk to you about some case ideas I’ve had” Once again his eyes drifted down to her, he curled his lip before answering.
“That’s a nice idea, hun, but maybe later. Eric.” He had caught up to them now, gave her a look of utter apology, before turning his attention back to his father. “Walk with me. We have not had nearly enough time for business since you arrived.”
Once again, she was alone. How much had she been given, she wondered? Five minutes of Eric’s time. Not even a moment of her fathers. Since she had arrived, she had had this feeling, of being nothing more than an accessory on Eric’s arm. It made her glad she was only pretending to be with him.
What was she thinking? Of course, she was glad to only be pretending, and not just because of how she was being treated. She didn’t want to be with Eric for real, waking up in Eric’s arms for real. The way his family looked at her changed nothing. She didn’t want him. Never had never would.
Even so, she craved his father’s approval. It’s the job. She thought It’s all about the job. Whatever it was she hated Eric. She picked up a hand full of snow from the path next to her, rolling it between her hands as she stewed. What on earth had he said to his father, to make him look down on her so, had he even mentioned her at all? She felt tears hot on her cheeks. They had a deal. She could be with her family right now, and instead, she was spending her time with a man who had no time for her.
Before she knew what she was doing, she had launched the snow in her hand at the back of Eric’s head. The thump that came when it hit him rang out across the silent path, all who were walking turning to see its source.
Rage was on both Eric and his father’s face, for a moment she felt fear. True fear at her actions. Two things happened at once, however, the first was Eric taking in the expression on her face, and his own shifted from anger to confusion. The second was the small child, the child who had almost knocked her off her feet, letting out a sound of pure, unaltered happiness, as he picked up his own handful of snow and launched it at his own mother’s face.
The entire path erupted. Snowballs flying through the air. She covered her head, launching as many as she could blindly. Ducking behind a tree she looked back. The entire group were launching snowballs at each other, two women had the child trapped. In the middle of it all was Eric’s father, disapproval written all over his face.
The tree she was hiding behind exploded in a shower of snow, when she looked back she saw Eric barrelling towards her, determination written across his face. She had seen that look before, the fire behind the eyes. This was her Eric. The Eric who would not stop fighting until he had bested her. This was not the defeated man she had seen the past two days.
Her first true, deep, smile since she had arrived broke out across her face as she turned on her heel, fleeing into the forest away from him. Snowballs exploded on her back, but she pushed on, determined not to lose.
He was too quick, however, sweeping her off her feet and sending them both tumbling towards the ground. One of his hands easily pinned both of her wrists above her head as she dropped a handful of snow in her face. She spluttered and struggled as he held her in place. Laughing as he came to wipe the snow from her eyes.
His hands were hot on her face, a stark contrast to the cold snow. She paused as his hand came to stroke her cheek, aware of the way his body was draped across her own. Memories of the way they had awoken this morning flashed through her mind, the way he had felt pressed against her. Similar memories were evidently in his mind as his face softened, fingers coming to wipe the snow from her lips. “I win.” He whispered, bringing his lips down to her own.
His kiss was hot, leaving her steaming, not even noticing the freezing snow he was pressing her down into. One had was still locked above her head, pinning her hands in place, the other was exploring her body, her hips, her breasts, moving across her as if trying to memorize every inch of her. Unable to use her hands to do the same she had to use her body instead. Pressing it against him, using her legs to pull him closer. This was not like his last kiss. There was no performance in it. No pretense. It was only for her, pure, uncontrolled lust, and she loved every second of it.
“We leave you two alone for one second and you’re all over each other.” His mother’s voice interrupted them as Eric abruptly broke off the kiss. His cheeks were flushed red, she suspected not just from the cold. No doubt her own cheeks were a similar color. “Your father’s cold, we’re all heading back. Of course, we could leave the two of you alone if you would rather…”
“No.” Eric said, rolling off of her, he would not meet her eye, fingers digging into the snow as he lifted himself up, “We’ll be right behind you.”
He offered her his hand, lifting her from the snow swiftly before abruptly dropping her hand. She felt awkward, unsure what to do, where to look. She could still feel his lips on her own. Still not meeting her gaze he stepped forwards, hand catching the small of her back awkwardly. “Nice show.” He whispered, before beginning to lead her back to the group.
Your "Take What You Want" link doesn't work. It's still linked to your old url and not your new one. :/
Thanks for letting me know nonny! I'll be going over my links today to make sure they're all up to date after my hiatus so I'll be sure to fix that up!
I’ve been going through and editing my old stories and I realised this one - One of my earliest and favourites - isn’t even in the masterlist. It is now, and I hope you all enjoy it. As always feedback, prompts and reviews are always welcome.
A very short Eric/OC AU which is more my own wish to be going much harder than I am on the wattbike and probably just sounds strange to anyone who isn’t me. So a lot of fun….
Her whole body was drenched in sweat, to the point where she felt as if she were more water than flesh. Her head was spinning, and she was struggling to breathe, worst of all, however, was the spots which were distorting her vision, making her feel as if the world were spinning around her. She leaned against the bike she had just stepped off, struggling to breathe. She knew she had gone too hard, had pushed herself too far, but she needed to break her current PB, needed to see some real results in her training, she felt as if she had hit a plateau, and she hated it.
She felt the need to laugh when she saw the shadow of a big hulking figure over her bike. At first, she thought it was someone come to offer her help, make her feel weak, instead they pressed enter on her bike, only interested in seeing her stats. It was typical. The person stood over her let out a low whistle, making her freeze, she knew that voice and it was the last voice she had wanted to hear when she was like this.
Eric had trained her, the amazingly sexy, overly harsh, unpleasable trainer who had been a constant reminder that no matter what she did it would never be enough, not for him. The idea of him seeing her at anything less than her best killed her. She wanted to be strong, unbeatable; she wanted to be the best. “170 power average?” he told her, “What are you training at now? A 280?” she nodded, struggling to get her breath back, “That’s in your lactate threshold isn’t it?” he asked her, again she couldn’t do more than nod. He clicked on her screen again, letting out another low whistle. “you max was over a thousand” he told her, she let out a breathless cry of happiness, she had been stuck hitting the high nine hundred for weeks. She looked up just in time to see Eric leaning back, checking her out, her heart stopped for a moment before she realised it was her thigh muscles he was looking at, not her but. “No point hitting it once” he told her, moving back to face her, “If you’re going to be injured for a month after it” it was at this point her knees went out from out of her, he reached out, his strong arm catching her easily as she went, “Drink some of this” he told her handing her his own bottle, she lifted it to her lips as he laid her out on his towel, the drink was sweet, sugary, she took small sips, trying to get her body working again.
“You need to stretch,” he told her, his voice low, “or you’re going to burn tomorrow” she laid her head back on her towel, grateful that her head was beginning to stop spinning. Just as she was about to lift her own leg Eric reached out and did it for her. Her knee was pushed into her abbs, with Eric lying on top of it. She let out a groan, unsure whether it was from the stretch or from the feeling of Eric’s body flush against her own. He rotated her hips from the knee, causing the bulge in his pants to push into her other leg, “Your hip flexors are like cement” he told her, applying more pressure to her leg, “Alright” he said, his voice low, “time to switch” he pulled off her, allowing her leg to drop, she lifted up her other one for him, which he proceeded to lean as he had her first.
She was surprised, when he lowered himself onto her, to find his bulge hardening against her leg, she couldn’t resist the temptation to rub herself against it, causing him to let out a low hiss.
“I should always get you to help me stretch,” she told him, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of his body pushing against hers. He let out a chuckle.
“Way you were a minute ago I thought I would be carrying you to my bed” again he began rotating her leg, and what had been a suspicion was now confirmed, he was definitely pushing, fully hard, against her leg.
“Your bed?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows at him.
“Don’t get excited,” he told her, pulling himself off her body to stretch her legs out away from each other “You would have passed out the second I got you there, maybe earlier.” He looked her over, his gaze hot “You seem to be feeling better now though”
“Yea,” she said wiping the sweat from her forehead, “I think my blood sugar just dropped” he nodded, passing her his drink again, which she gratefully took. He reached out, grabbing her forearms and pulling her to her feet, so she stood, chest to chest with him.
“I’m sure it did after what you just did,” he told her “but if you are feeling better my offer still stands” her brain stopped for a moment, trying to process his meaning
“Your offer…”
“Yea,” he said, his hand settling on her waist “Throw you over my shoulder, give you that time to recover, and then take you for another round” she looked up at him, wanting to make sure he was serious, his eyebrows were furrowed, making his piercings stand out. “Oh,” he said “And I should tell you, I can go much harder than 1000” her breath caught in her throat. The idea of doing what Eric was suggesting with him thrilled her right to her core, even if she was sweating, and on the verge of death, pretty much. She couldn’t even fathom why he was turned on by it.
Home for the Holidays Part 3 ll Eric/OC ll Holiday/Office AU
Part One, Part Two and the Whole Story.
Here’s the next part. It’s slow going, I know, but don’t worry, I certainly have a lot of... eventful situations in mind. As always feedback, reblogs and prompts are more than welcome. Enjoy!
She had thought she’d considered everything, planned for every question, packed for every scenario. As they retired upstairs to spent their first night in Eric’s parent’s estate, however, she realised the giant, unavoidable thing she had forgotten. Sleeping arrangements.
The room was lovely. The bed, however, was small. Eric’s parents had evidently assumed that the couple would want to snuggle. Eric followed her into the room with a sigh. Falling back onto the bed with a sigh he kicked off his shoes when she didn’t follow, he looked up at her with exasperation. “What’s wrong now?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket and moving to hang it in the closet.
“I’m not sleeping in that bed with you.” She still had not moved from her spot in the doorway, eyes on the bed with fear all over her face.
“Why? Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” He flashed his teeth at her, leaning against the closet door as began to unbutton his shirt. “Go on then. Where are you going to sleep?” She tore her eyes from the slowly revealing skiing of his chest and into the closet behind him. Stored there was a pile of pillows and blankets.
“I’ll grab a load of those and make a bed for myself on the floor.” She told him gesturing to the blankets.
He had already begun moving away from her, towards the bathroom, apparently already bored with the conversation. “Don’t be ridiculous. There’s a perfectly good double bed right there. We’ll barely even know the other’s in there. I mean… Unless you want to…”
With that, he disappeared. As soon as he was gone, she felt more comfortable, less self-conscious. She moved over to the bed trying to imagine the two of them in it together. No. Not together, separately, in the same bed. She supposed they could both fit, Eric probably slept like a vampire anyway, how bad could it be? It might even be comfortable, having some extra body heat to share the bed with. Certainly more comfortable than the floor.
It was as she had decided this that Eric emerged from the bathroom once more. He had put on a pair of sweatpants to sleep in, the hang from his hips, leaving the rest of him completely exposed to her gaze. She had plenty of experience examining his body under suits, nothing, however, could have prepared her for this. Every piece of him was taught and strong, cut to perfection. She was overcome by the need to run her hands over his body, to dip her fingers in every line and crevice, to feel exactly what those pants were hiding.
She raised her eyes to meet his own, finding a similar heat within them. He knew she was looking. Was shifting to allow her to see more, take in more. Suddenly flushed she hurried over to the cupboard, collecting as many blankets as she could. She would share a bed with him tonight, but she was constructing her own cocoon, ensuring there was a big enough barrier between the two of them to ensure there was no chance of their bodies touching.
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It was so hot, between the Coulter’s ridiculously successful heating, the multitude of blankets she had wrapped around herself, and the hard, hot body draped across her… wait!
She shot awake, suddenly aware of exactly the situation she was in. At some point during the night, Eric must have rolled over in his sleep. Now the two were entangled, her in her blanket cocoon, being pulled all the tighter by his strong arms, and the muscled chest that was spooned against her. She could feel his breath against her neck, it would have been hard not to with his head buried the way it was, in the crook of her neck. His leg was thrown across her body, pulling her tighter into him locking her completely in his arms.
Freezing she tried to take assessment of the situation. There was something very comfortable about being wrapped in Eric’s arms this way. Had it not been for the heat she would have been tempted to stay there, perfectly protected by his embrace. She was beginning to sweat, however, knew she would have to find a way to get rid of either body heat or blankets.
She had two choices: the first was to wake him up, forcing him off of her and revealing the situation they were into him. The second was to try and shrug off her blankets without waking him. With a little sigh, he shifted against her, nuzzling his head deeper into her neck.
That small movement made her decision all the easier. Carefully she wrapped the blanket around her foot and began pulling it down, away from her neck, down her shoulder, until it was sitting held in place only by his hand wrapped around it. This was the tricky part. Pull too hard and she risked waking him up. Leave it and she was likely to overheat and wake him up anyway.
She simply had to grip her teeth and do it. Closing her eyes, she pulled, he released the blanket, and for a moment she was terrified he had awoken. She lay frozen, his now empty hand only came around to hold her now exposed skin, pulling her still tighter into his arms. It was now an easy matter to simply kick the blankets away and settle happily into his embrace.
She was sound asleep in a matter of moments.
*
She awoke first the next morning. Their position had not changed much overnight. His head was still in her neck, leg still thrown across her body. His arm had risen higher, however, hand coming to cup her breast cupping it like a security blanket. She could feel her heart beginning to beat faster, so tempted to rub herself into him.
Needing to remove herself from the situation, or risk allowing herself to become aroused, she shifted backwards, hoping to escape his hand. Instead, she realised something else had changed overnight. He was now pressed, completely hard, into her thigh. Flushed she moved, shaking his head from her neck and his hand from her breast. The sudden movement woke him up, rolling off her with a disgruntled sigh. “Morning,” He said, rubbing his eyes. She shoved him further away from her, back to his side off the bed. He looked at her with confusion, before feeling what she had felt moments earlier. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He told her, cheeks beginning to flush. “It’s a perfectly natural morning reaction.” Raising he pulled his own discarded sheets up to cover himself. “You should probably hurry up and get ready. We’ve a big day ahead of us.
Home for the Holidays Part 2 II Eric/OC II Holiday/Office AU
Part One
Can you tell I have a few days off work? I’m enjoying this story, even if it is a bit more slow burn than my others. Let me know what you guys are thinking and if there’s anything else you want to see, otherwise you can expect to see the next part soon.
Eric was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Shoulders squared she could not help but notice the tension that was all over him. Of course, tension on Eric only made his muscles bulge bigger. Still, she had never seen him looking quite so… uncomfortable before.
“You ok?” She asked, coming to stand awkwardly by his side.
“I’m fine” His frown displayed how unhappy he was to be asked the question. Even so, his eyes raked over her body, taking in every curve the dress showed off. She began to blush under his gaze, “I’m glad you wore something I bought you, instead of one of your ridiculous pantsuits.”
“I don’t only own pantsuits.”
“Don’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, slowly seeming to relax, “They’re all I’ve ever seen you in.”
“So? I’ve only ever seen you in suits. I’m sure you wear something else away from the office.” He only frowned in confusion at her statement. Surely, he didn’t only wear suits. Even Eric must own casual clothes. He couldn’t wear suits to bed.
She was still trying to shake the mental image of just what exactly Eric wore to bed when she heard a cry from behind them. His arm awkwardly snaked around her as he turned them to face a woman who could only be his mother. She was impeccably dressed, a suit that could only be from a designer label, and perfectly tailored to her form. There was a drink in her hand, stable despite the slight shake in her fingers which suggested this was not her first of the night.
“Eric, darling, this must be the girl your father was telling me about.” His mother swept her up, giving her a heavily perfumed peck on either cheek, before stepping back to properly admire her. “You have no idea how happy it makes me: to see you with a serious girlfriend. And such a pretty one as well.” Eric’s mother looked up at him with true love in her eyes, it would have melted her heart, had she not known that Eric could not return whatever misguided affection his mother felt. She would never have bought a near stranger into her own mothers’ home just to prove a point. Guilt suddenly washed over her. Eric’s mother was looking at her with such joy as if trying to commit each aspect of her to memory, and it was all a lie, a cruel trick being played on her by her own son.
“I think I need a drink.” She had wrenched herself out of Eric’s awkward embrace, all of this lying, just for a job. Was she as bad as he was?
“Of course, dear,” Blindly she moved away from Eric and his mother, hearing the beginning of their conversation fading behind her “So how did you meet her?”
The benefit of a fancy party like this was that there was no shortage of alcohol. The drinks were strong and plentiful, leaning against the wall she threw back one, and another was instantly put in her hand. “Steady there. I didn’t know Eric was such a painful date.” She looked up to see an attractive man leaning on the wall next to her. He too was in an expensively tailored suit. Unlike Eric, however, there was something more relaxed about this one, tie hanging lose around his neck, sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned forearms. Where Eric was closed off, uninviting there was something open, albeit cocky, about this man. He offered her his hand, with a pang she realised he was the first person to actually introduce themself to her and not simply treat her as an accessory on Eric’s arm. “I’m Tobais, old family friend of Eric’s, fellow prisoner at the holiday celebrations.” She accepted his hand gratefully, enjoying the flirtatious tone in his voice.
“Go on then. Drinking like that I can’t imagine you’re here by choice. How did Eric rope you into this?” He clinked his own drink with hers before throwing it back,
“I’m his date. We’ve been dating for a couple of months. Office relationship so we haven’t really told anyone until now.” She gave him the script her and Eric had carefully prepared,
“Office part I’ll believe the two of you look more like business partners than a couple. You’ve barely touched him since you arrived. If I was here with a girl who looked like you do I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.” He had stepped in closer now, a hand lifting up to tuck away a lock of her hair.
She caught his hand with a playful grin, removing it from her hair, although she certainly didn’t step away. “presumptuous to believe that I would let you.” He grinned at her words, raising his eyebrows slightly. Evidently, Tobias liked to play.
Suddenly she felt a body pressed against her back. Without looking she could feel who it was, eyes having already taken in every curve of this frustratingly taught body. She could feel Eric’s glare over her head, confirming what Tobias’s flirtation had already made her suspect. Their families may be friends but Tobias and Eric were not.
“Congrats Coulter, she’s much too good for you,” Tobias told him, an amused grin spreading across his face. She wiggled, trying to remove herself from Eric’s body, and the way it was making her stomach turn. He only held on tighter, securing her against him, as if trying to protect her from the harmless man in front of them.
“What’s that supposed to mean.”
“I mean she deserves a… lover” Once again Tobias’s eyes raked over her, “Not a business partner.”
“What…” As fast as she could she reached back to silence Eric, preventing him from saying something that would get them both in trouble. With no sight to aim for and little room to move, however, she ended up grabbing his thigh. It had the desired effect of silencing, the low hiss he emitted, however, nearly made the breath catch in her own throat.
“Tobias was just telling me how he struggles to comprehend a couple not partaking in PDA.” Quickly releasing his thigh, she resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her dress, “I was just telling him that unlike other couples we save our intimacy for intimate moments.”
Tobias let out a sarcastic scoff before giving Eric the once over “Coulter, always a pleasure.” His eyes drifted to her one last time, “I’ll see you around.” She only nodded in response, lightly biting her lip at the heat in his gaze. As soon as he was out of sight Eric released her, seeming to all but push her away.
“Stay away from Tobias, he’s dangerous. If he caught onto what we were doing he’d have no qualms in using it against me.” What exactly had transpired between Eric and Tobias, she wondered, whatever it was it had left no shortage of bad blood. Eric, evidently, had wronged the other man in some visceral way.
“I don’t think we have to worry about him. He was just enjoying meeting a like-minded person at this party.” Someone under the age of fifty he didn’t hate.
“What about you, did you enjoy his company more than the others at this party?” There was a hint of jealousy in Eric’s voice that gave her pause. Apparently, Eric could not stand to share even his fake toys.
Well, she would not be treated like a possession any longer at this event. “I said I’d help you, I never said I’d enjoy it.” She turned to walk away from him, before she could, however, he reached out, catching her wrist and pulling her back towards him. One hand reached up for her hair, burying his fingers in her hair, where Tobias’s fingers had sat only moments previously. His lips were heavy on her own, possessive and demanding, it left her completely breathless as she pressed herself harder into him, wanting to feel every inch of him against herself, his hard body against her soft one.
All to soon he had pulled away, “What do you think?” He asked smirking, “Enough to convince our friend we want each other?”
“Huh…” Was all she could manage, the feeling of his hot lips against her own still lingering.
His smirk grew as his eyes came down to inspect her. He leant forwards to whisper in her hear, hot breath making the hairs their stand on end, “I can always make this enjoyable for you if you want…”
Before she could respond or recover, two women were upon them. Eric’s mother and what she could only assume was one of her friends.
“I haven’t seen a display like that in quite some time. Really, Eric, I know this is new but you could maintain some more control at an event like this.” His mother was looking at her with disproval now, evidently worried she had captured her son with something other than good, family values.
“I don’t mind it at all, good to see some passion at these events, Lord knows I don’t get enough of it. You must tell us the story of how you met if current interactions are anything to go off it must be quite the tale.” The friend was standing by her side now, giving Eric’s mother a warning glance.
“Nothing quite so exciting I’m afraid. We started at work around the same time. We met by working together. Respect and other feelings came much later.” She hoped these words would reassure Eric’s mother, and she certainly did seem calmer, taking her son’s arm into her own.
“The story you should here is the one Eric was telling me earlier, about the moment he first knew he was in love with her.” She was looking proudly up at her son now,
“Mother…” There was a warning in his voice that cemented her need to know what exactly she was talking about,
“I don’t think Eric’s ever told me this story. When exactly did you know you were in love with me.” He gave you a withering look which you ignored, turning to his mother, knowing she would be your best hope of hearing the story he had made up.
“He told me it was on the Jackson case…” She remembered that case, evidently Eric was following his own advice of trying to keep his stories as truthful as possible. That had been early on in their work, the first case where she had bested him, finding a flaw he and everyone else at the company had overlooked. Of course, solving it had involved sneaking into his desk and stealing the
file. She had thought he might kill her when she handed her solution into their bosses. She’d savoured that look ever since. “Apparently the two of them were rather competitive. He said he’d never seen such a masterful solution, that he’d never seen such a brilliant mind in his life.”
“Mother.” Eric had gone bright red now, a nice touch she thought. “I don’t think I worded it exactly like that.”
“You did. Don’t be embarrassed Eric, it’s a sweet story.” Turning back to her friend she continued. “He told me he knew in that moment this was the women who would push him to be better, would make him the best version of himself. Is that not the sweetest thing you ever heard?” She felt her heart stop. She knew it was just a tale, a story he had weaved to make his mother believe they were together, even so, it was exactly what she had always hoped a man might one day say about her.
“I think you’ve said enough mother.” Eric reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from his mother and her stories.
“Well, you weave a believable story I’ll tell you that.” She joked, trying to hide just how hot her skin was once again feeling.
“Sure.” He told her, refusing to meet her eyes, “Great story.” Eyes searching around the room he pulled at his tie, frustration all over his face. “Room full of Alcoholics and I still can’t seem to get a damn drink”
Home for the Holidays Part One II Eric/OC II Christmas/Office AU
The first part of a holiday fic, a holiday present from me to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy, another part should be out soon. Feedback, likes and prompts are always very much appreciated. I hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday period!
The smell of mulled wine filled the air, a huge vat of it sat at the centre of the room, courtesy of some well-meaning colleague who had no idea just how horrible work Christmas parties were. Another year’s reminder that despite all her hard work she was still stuck working as an associate, no better off and no more appreciated than she was last year. The most solved cases of all at her level and still the senior partner couldn’t get her name right.
She was trapped in conversation with the receptionist, a young guy who was only working here to get ‘experience’ while he studied, he spent most of his time trying to find ways not to work, hiding in the stationery cupboard, and palming jobs on to other people, it was why she ended up with most of the admin work on her desk. How had she ended up in a conversation with him again?
Ah yes. Eric was smirking at her from across the room. As soon as he caught her gaze, he raised his class, a mock toast, an action of victory. He’d trapped her here, stuck in a conversation about the holiday in Ibiza the receptionist had taken over the summer, a trip she had heard about a million times before. This was just another way for Eric to prove how much better his year had been than her own, starting off as equals he had hopped away, showered in promotions he didn’t deserve, all because his father was on the board of the company. Easy to be noticed by your boss when your father was signing the checks. And when you were as loud, cruel and fantastically built as Eric was ignoring him was all the harder.
She was preparing to sneer in his face when she saw a sight that surprised her. His father walking up to him. The board members never came to these parties, and from the way he was approaching Eric she suspected this was not a social call. She could tell he wasn’t happy. Finally, a reason for her to celebrate this Christmas. Perhaps golden boy Eric was going to get the scolding he deserved. He saw the smile on her face, and his own dropped away, replaced with a look of cautious concern. Good, she was happy to know that she could still make him nervous, even if they were no longer working alongside each other.
He turned to meet his father’s withering gaze, blocking her view of either of their faces. She was forced to watch as they moved away together, hiding in Eric’s new office for a private conversation. A private conversation in Eric would conduct in his overly expensive suit, obviously cut to show off every muscle, every inch of perfectly carved body.
Snap out of it. She told herself. He may be gorgeous but he was also evil, in with his father no doubt transforming a scolding into another undeserved promotion. It didn’t matter how good he looked in his suits, he was a spoilt child who mistreated his employees and got off on torturing her.
Why should he get all the luck? She could have a private conversation with a board member too. Five minutes comparing her and Eric side by side anyone would see she was more deserving of the attention, the rewards. She was his superior in every way.
Determined she handed her glass off to the receptionist. He did not pause in his talking, not even seeming to notice that she was marching away from him, marching towards Eric’s office as if she had not a care in the world, as if her heart wasn’t in her throat, threatening to make her turn and run at any moment.
She paused at the door, needing to take a few deep breaths before she pushed in, what she heard, however, forced her to pause.
“This has been going on long enough, I got you the job in the hopes you’d grow up. Instead you stand here and lie to my face.” It was his father's voice, deep and terrifying, enough to make her freeze where she stood.
“I never asked you to get that job for me. I was perfectly happy for working for it myself.” Of course Eric would seem completely unphased by the most terrifying man she had ever met.
“And what about your mother? Your breaking her heart. Haven’t had a serious girlfriend since that underwear model. And she was nothing to write home about. You’ve no direction, no dedication, and nothing to show that you actually deserve the life I’ve handed to you on a silver fucking platter.” That was the opening she needed, the proof that Eric’s father saw what she did. Squaring her shoulders she knocked on the door before pushing her way through.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr Coulter, I was hoping you had a minute.” Eric spun to face her, tension was everywhere in his face, in the set of his mouth, the lines of his eyes, and that terrifying fire that seemed to exude from him. His father just looked fed up.
“Who exactly are you?” His dismissal, so familiar, made her falter, stuttering over her words.
“I.. I.. I’ve been working here for three years Mr. Coulter.” Eric was across the room in a moment draping a hand across her shoulder. There was a warning in his eyes, his hand all to tight on her shoulder.
“This is her, Dad.” She looked up at Eric in confusion, but he refused to meet her eyes. Surely he had not been talking about her? He’d done everything he could to ensure she didn’t look good to their bosses, it was his favourite hobby. Eric helped nobody but himself. “This is the girlfriend I told you about.”
“I’m the what?” She tried to remove himself from his arm, but he held on tighter, forcing her to stay in place.
“She works in the office, so we’ve been keeping it a secret, that’s why I haven’t introduced her to you and mother, but this is her.” Eric had dug his heel into her foot, warning not to talk, a warning that made her want to contradict him even more.
“You’re dating someone from the office?” His father seemed taken aback, “Inappropriate, which I suppose is just like you…” He turned to look at her, properly meeting her eye for the first time since she had entered the room, “You a good worker?”
She had a choice, play along and maintain his attention or have the satisfaction of dropping Eric in it, and risk destroying her own career at the same time.
“Yes Sir. Most solved cases of my team.”
“She isn’t someone you’ve hired?” Eric pursed his lips at the coment, his hand digging deeper into her arm.
“You can look her up dad. She’s worked here as long as I have.” Eric’s father still looked like he doubted what he was saying.
“She’ll be coming to the family Christmas then I suppose.”
“No.” She said, at the same time Eric was nodding his head. Once again his hand dug into her arm,
“Now that they know there’s no reason not to, is their darling?” The term of affection sounded like an insult on his lips.
“Well then, I will see both of you tomorrow.” Eric’s father left without another glance her way.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She demanded as soon as the door closed. Eric had dropped her as soon as his father was out of sight, had now wondered across the room to type on his computer.
“I’m booking you a flight. Cost a fortune to get you first class this late, but I’m sure my father will cover the cost for my loving girlfriend, I’ll have to make sure I forward him the confirmation.”
“You do understand I have my own family to be with right?” She was incredulous, and not just because he had the money to purchase a last minute first class flight.
He sighed, standing up from his computer to reach for his wallet. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Excuse me?!”
“How much will it cost for you to come with me?” He had his wallet in his hand, counting bills.
“This is typical you, you get promotions you don’t deserve, with a pay rise you don’t need, and you think you can just buy yourself a ready-made girlfriend to impress your mother with. There is no price in the world that would make me come with you.” She was walking towards the door, ready to storm out of there and away from this disaster of a Christmas party.
He came after her, catching her wrist in his own and spinning her around to meet him. The momentum forced her against his chest. The breath was knocked out of her as she was forced to stare up at him, that cold, strong face that she had never really seen up close before. A smile broke over his face, a self-satisfied smile she had seen a thousand times before, a smile that made her want to slap him. It was the smile that came when he had an idea, a good one. “What. What’s that smile for.”
“Did you ever meet your last girlfriend?” He asked, dragging a lazy finger down her face that made goose bumps spread where his touch had been.
“Yes I met her,” She told him, defiant voice hiding the sudden racing of her heart. “dead behind the eyes, obviously dying of a lack of satisfaction.” The smile had not moved off his face.
“I think both you an I know that’s not true.” His eyes racked over her slowly, appraisingly, as if seeing her for the first time. “Especially not now, after my father got her a casting position at the modelling firm she was working for.”
“What… what are you trying to say.”
“Come home with me, impress my dad, have me tell him how much you’ve changed my world, you could be junior partner by the new year. Senior partner if your willing to work for it.” He was playing with a strand of her hair now, twirling it around his finger.
She pushed him away, needing space to breathe, to think, to fight back. “Unlike you, I don’t need a family connection to get ahead at work.”
“Obviously you do.” He leaned against his desk, already looking as if he had won. “One time offer, get the promotion we both know you deserve, or stay here and rot away in an entry-level position the idiots in this office will never let you leave.”
She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. Even so, she could feel the grin spreading across his face. “Great.” He said, leaning in to plant a surprising soft kiss on her cheek, somehow possessive and light all at once. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Try and look like someone I would want to date.”
I sort of forgot about Jai Courtney but I do love your writing and must catch up xox
Honestly so did I, he hasn’t been very active in the past couple of years, but that looks to be picking up again (thank the gods). Luckily for me, there have also been a lot of other gorgeous men who I have some inspiration to write about...
I’m certainly not back with the same regularity that I was once posting, but I have a lot of ideas, and a lot more free time, so I certainly hope to be posting more!
Hotter than Hell Eric/OC II University AU II Part Nine
It’s been a long time since I posted but this has been waiting to be finished for a while, and I finally have time to get around to it. So, here you go, much much too late.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Whole Story.
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Up until now, she had been losing, handing herself over to Eric entirely. In her mind, it had been worth it, to feel his power, his raw strength. She submitted to him because she was so in awe of the way he took control. She was not, however, content to do that anymore. She wanted more. She wanted to see him squirm, see him work for her. Somehow she had become locked in a sick game with Eric, and it was a game she wanted to start to win.
Win she would, he had no idea what he was in for. He saw only a student, attractive, intelligent, but breakable. He had no idea just how much she could make him pay. He had taken for granted that she wanted him, were not in control of herself around him. But now she intended to switch the power. She wanted to see him beg.
Class had started, but she was waiting in the bathrooms. When she entered she wanted to be sure he would be there, would see her. She had dressed in a way she knew he could not ignore, hair curled and up, exposing her neck, which had been his go-to since the first time they had fucked. She had her cleavage out, a dare to him to try and take what she knew he craved, every aspect of what she was wearing had been planned to drive him mad.
One last look in the mirror to calm herself, to strengthen her resolve, she would have to be clever about this, be stronger than she had been with him before. Today she didn’t just want to get his body, she wanted to win his respect.
Finally, she could not leave it any longer. With a steady breath, she moved through the door. Toby had been kicked out of the class, so she had no support, no one she knew to try and hide behind. Instead, she walked with confidence, taking a seat right at the front of the class. She felt his eyes on her the entire time she moved, watching the slow sway of his hips. When she finally looked up she found a look in his eyes she recognised, dark and predatory, it was the promise of a hundred things she was terrified to want but desperate to unlock.
She met his gaze with confidence. Well then, she thought, let the games begin.
She left class quickly, not letting him catch her. This was integral to her plan. The entire lesson she had been engaged, maintaining eye contact, rubbing her neck, leaning over to draw his eye in just the right way. More importantly, she had argued with him at every point, even if she agreed, sparking his anger, which she knew by now was linked so closely to his arousal. Any opinion she knew he would hate she supported, just to see how riled up she could get him.
No doubt he had thought Lee would hang around, wait for his response when she was alone, he had certainly appeared to be taking his time packing up, but she knew better, she was gone before he had a chance to catch her.
Now, however, she was unsure what to expect. Everything had seemed so well thought out up until this point, leaving him wanting more. It had never occurred to her that she had no way to enjoy his suffering, no way to ensure he would come for her again. What if he was already bored of her games? What if he had found someone else to play with? What if he hadn’t actually been affected by her performance before? What had she expected to happen next?
She was interrupted from her train of thought by a knock. The lecturer broke off halfway through his boring rant to stare with shock at the door as an imposing figure moved through it. Even in the face of someone who should have been his superior Eric radiated confidence.
“Sorry Johnson.” He spoke with the utmost confidence, “I need to borrow one of your students. You know I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t important.” He did not wait for the lecturer’s response gesturing for her to follow him. She did, having to fight to keep the smile off his face. This had worked even better than she had hoped.
His hand grabbed her arm as soon as they were out of the sight of the class, fingers digging hard into her skin. He marched so quickly she was not sure she could keep up, pulling her towards his office as if his life depended on it.
He all but threw her through the door, closing and locking it behind them.
“What’s so urgent you couldn’t wait for my class to finish.” She asked him, leaning against his desk, arms crossed, He pushed towards her, hands coming to rest at either side of her, forcing her close to him.
“Don’t play games with me. You’re not good enough at it.” He hissed, dangerous eyes meeting her own.
“Aren’t I?” His annoyance was written all over his face if nothing else she had gotten to him, and that was a start. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start.
“I’ll admit, your little performance this morning was… frustrating, but you know as well as I do, your mine, I can have you whenever I want you.” He lifted his hands to stroke her waist, eyes floating down the breast that was out on display, his touch, his gaze, was possessive, breathing so heavy she could feel it against the sensitive skin on her chest.
She lifted her hand, pushing his own away from her, “Maybe once, but I don’t want that anymore, I’m perfectly happy to turn you down.”
“What is it you want?” His fingers caught her legs, lifting her onto his desk as his lips made their way down her neck “You want it hard?” His kissed his way up to her ear, voice low, filled with the promise of everything he wanted to do to her. “I already give that to you.” His hands pulled her hard, pressing his hips to her own, fabric against fabric, making her wish she could tear the clothes away, “You want to make me work for it? Congratulations you have. But don’t fucking lie to me.” He pulled his lips from her, eyes staring into her own has he caught her face between his hands. She tried to look defiant, disinterested. There was something in his gaze, however, a look of victory that scared her. He had an idea, an idea he was proud of.”
He pressed her down, forcing her to lie against his desk as he slowly kissed his way down her body, lips on her neck, her collar, her breasts. He was hard, and unforgiving, sucking and biting, leaving a trail of heat as he slowly peeled away every layer of her clothes. She should have pushed him away, but she was enjoying it too much and were much too curious to know what he had planned to allow him to escape. She could do little more than wrap her hands in his hair, pulling his lips harder against her.
When his lips finally hit her hips she knew she was in trouble. He bit down hard on the skin there, forcing her to cry out, lifting her hips to him, allowing him to remove the underwear the guarded his prize, and lift her core to his lips.
That had always been the greatest part about Eric, the way he found a rhythm that matched hers so perfectly, sex with him was an argument, a debate, his lips, his tongue and his fingers worked perfectly to pull down her defences, exposing her very core to him.
His hands dug into her ass, lifting her off the desk completely, pushing himself harder against her, her toes curled, and her hips rolled. Her hands pulled at his hair, egging him on, as her lips parted crying with absolute delight at the waves he was sending through her, starting at his lips and moving across her whole body.
It was that feeling, that deep cry from right at her core, that bought her back to her senses. This could not continue. He would not win, not this time.
It took all her strength to pull his head away from her, pulling her hips out of his reach. She used a foot against his chest to push him further away. Heavy breaths made it hard for her to concentrate, desperately fighting the temptation to pull him towards her, to make him continue. She could see the same desire in his eyes, they struggled to focus as they looked at her in confusion. The desire in his eyes, however, had nothing on the very obvious desire that lay at his own hips.
“What do I want?” She asked him, sitting up to pull her skirt back down. “To start with you can get Toby back into class. Then, maybe, we can talk.” Her eyes lowered to his hips, a very obvious hint, before she lifted herself up, trying to appear much more composed than she actually was.
She walked out of his door with her head held high, collapsing as soon as she was around the corner. That had taken all the strength she had. Straightening up she realised with a start that she had left something behind. As her hand drifted between her legs to find bare skin, her underpants abandoned, forgotten, somewhere on the floor of his office.
Come on Mess Me Up II Captain Boomerang Imagine II Part 2
What two stories in one night?! I got very inspired with this one, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Part one can be found here. As always feedback and prompts are welcomed and encouraged!
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“Thanks for helping James.” You offered him a forced smile as you unloaded the final box. You weren’t quite sure how he got himself invited to help you unpack, it had seemed to just be assumed. Without you ever agreeing he had officially taken on the role of boyfriend. Janet was also there, although neither of them had done very much work. Just stood around commenting on where all your furniture should go, whilst eyeing up the place you were now renting.
You were eager for both of them to leave. You had felt claustrophobic ever since James had arrived, and Janet’s smug knowing looks towards the two of you weren’t helping. You wanted to be left alone, surrounded by your boxes and deconstructed furniture. At least in that room you had some control on what was happening. Some opportunity to create something for yourself.
They invited you to lunch with them, but you turned them down, claiming you had some work to get done before you officially started at your new job tomorrow. Janet didn’t look convinced, but James seemed happily oblivious to her obvious excuse. Oblivious, that was a good word for him, just why everyone thought he was so smart.
It was while you were walking them out that the unknown car pulled up on you curb. Janet only shrugged at you when you shot her a questioning look. James however broke out in a grin.
“Digger, mate what are you doing here?” He had wrenched the door open before Harkness had a chance to.
“Thought I’d come and see you, we both know I’m better than manual labour than you are. So, this must be the new woman.” He raised his eyebrows at you in hello. You simply glowered at him, waiting for someone to correct him, no one did however. So that was it, you supposed, you were officially James’s new woman.
“You’re a bit late, just like you to turn up after all the works done. But you’re in time to come for lunch, we can take your car.” Once again James was already half way in. You wandered if he ever waited for an invitation or conformation, or if he always just assumed things would work out the way he wanted.
“Nah man, I’ve got somewhere to be. Imma have to take a raincheck.” James’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he closed the door all the same, and began walking with Janet away from the house. Although not before giving you a confident kiss on the cheek. How exactly Harkness hadn’t been questioned she didn’t know. His story obviously didn’t line up. But you had no intention of waiting around to find out what he wanted. Turning on your heel you began making your way back into the house. To your dismay, however, he slipped through the door behind you moments before you closed it.
Instantly a feeling of unease washed over you. You had a good idea what he wanted, and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to deny him it. “Nice place tots.” He already seemed completely comfortable, leaning against the wall, expertly slipping between two piles of boxes.
“Don’t call me tots. You know my name.” He laughed, reaching into his back pocket,
“I’m sure I’ve been told it, but I’ve learnt not to listen when James talks.” He pulled out a packet of cigarettes, “You mind?” Somehow you doubted he would listen to your answer so you just turned away, trying not to role your eyes at the clicking sound of his lighter. You needed to do something with your hands, perhaps if you simply ignored him he would go away, if he didn’t leave soon you weren’t sure you would be able to keep your hands of him, whether you would hit him or kiss him you did not know, but skin would hit skin.
Finding something to do, however, was hard in a house that was essentially bare. The sink, however, seemed safe enough, it was working at least, and on the opposite side of the room from him. So, you busied yourself filling up a glass you had no intention to drink, desperately trying to ignore the smell of smoke filling up the room.
Perhaps if you hadn’t been so focused on ignoring him you would have noticed the smell of smoke coming closer. You did not notice, him until he was on you, pressed flush against your back. He simply held himself there, taking a long leisurely drag from the cigarette. You could feel that he was already hard, but he seemed in no hurry to satisfy himself.
Desperate to get him away from you, knowing how badly you wanted him, you tried to buck him off, forcing him away, and earning yourself freedom. He simply laughed at your attempt, hand landing on your hip, holding you more securely against the sink. “If you wanted one,” He told you, pulling holding the cigarette up in front of the two of you, “all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m fine thanks” He wasn’t listening, instead nuzzling his head into your neck, you could feel his beard rubbing against your neck as you tried to strain away from him. His hands were pushing up at your skirt, his touch was familiar, but this wasn’t like last time, there was no rush, no urgency to his touch. Everything about it was leisurely, he was assured of success, and determined to take his time with it.
They both knew your resistance was temporary, you had known what you wanted from the moment you saw him, and as his fingers pressed inside of you your will power broke entirely. He was still behind you, still smoking. Your hips buckled, his hand and the sink the only things keeping you standing. You could see him in your mind’s eye, standing behind you, all confidence, his increasing hardness pressing into your back, as his fingers played you like an instrument. Strokes slow, as if he had all the time in the world.
Eventually the cigarette dropped into the sink in front of you, a small mew of protest leaving your lips as he slipped out of you. His hand was strong on your hips, spinning you around so your hips met. You rubbed yourself against him, determined to find you satisfaction this time. “Patience tots.” His voice was low and husky with desire, as he lifted you up, sitting you on the sink. He was horrifically slow as he reached for his belt, frustrated you pushed his hands away, setting about it yourself. He stood back, smirking down at your hands as they made quick work of his pants. Grasping him in your hand you tried to lead him towards you, feeling the smooth steady pulse of him in your hand, but he stopped you, catching you chin with one hand and pulling you towards him for a lazy, long kiss.
It was your first kiss, all tongue, and teeth, as he caught your lower lip and bit down painfully. His lips tasted of smoke, you had never tasted anything so sweet in your life. He pressed into you in one swift motion, hips colliding together. You were so close already, to be stolen like this, right under another man’s nose, with the feel of his kiss still on your cheek, it was the most alive you’d felt in week.
Your hands found his ass, nails digging in tight as the two of you found a rhythm together, hips grinding together as you pressed your most sensitive parts against him, taking what he had refused you the last time you had met.
There was something so raw about Harkness, masculine and hard you felt as if you could give into your most primal parts when you were around him. Feeling him take you hard and rough like he did now it was a wander you had never done this before.
He had one hand on the cabinets above your heads, steading himself as he picked up the pace. One hand dropped between you, doubling the stimulation. He had one thing on his mind now, and you were more than happy to let him give it to you. Throwing your head back you lost yourself entirely to the feel of him. Whole body shaking, as control was handed over to him completely.
He came shortly after you did, the feeling of you convulsing around him too much. He remained in your embrace for a few moments, you were grateful for the seat yourself, unsure your legs would hold you up. Eventually, however, he regained his composure, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out his packet of cigarettes.
He took a long, self-satisfied drag, blowing smoke into your face. You reached out, taking the cigarette from his lips, taking a drag from it yourself. You hadn’t smoked since you were a teenager, looking after your health apparently was not on your radar at the moment.
He ran his hands up your thighs, apparently perfectly comfortable where he was, “I mean it tots, it’s a nice place, really nice.”
Come on Mess Me Up II Captain Boomerang Imagine II Part One
My first time writing Captain Boomerang, set when he was younger, although I may have plans to explore an older boomerang. Suggested Listening can be found here. As always I hope you guys enjoy!
You could still feel his eyes on you. Eyes filled with cruelty. Eyes that ignored the fact you had refused to acknowledge him once since you came in the room. You had been warned about him long before you entered. Two sentences had told you all you need to know.
“George ‘digger’ Harkness is James’s best mate. But of a dropkick really, never worked a day in his life, heartless bastard.” You had identified him as soon as he came in the room. A beard that looke das if it had never seen a razor, although she was sure he had trimmed it like that on purpose. Beer in his hand he appeared to be managing to sneer and laugh all at once. His eyes had found you the second you entered, shamelessly checking you out. You had not returned the favour.
You were so lost in thought, so consumed with the effort of not so much as looking in Harkness’s direction that you didn’t notice your friends hand on your arm, nor the excited whispering, her breath hot on your ear. “this is James. The one I’ve been telling you about. He’s the perfect rebound for you, he’s successful, Janet’s convinced he’s getting top bill at work.” Nothing you needed to listen to then. You had been given the same story when you’d been invited to the party. The priority of all your friends, now that you’d moved to town, it seemed was to find you a boyfriend. None of them seemed willing to listen to you as you assured them you didn’t want to.
James was standing in front of you, a self-assured, expecting smile on his face. Apparently, he was as assured of this working out as all of your friends. He had good reason to be, you supposed, he was an attractive guy, exactly the type of person you would have gone for only a few weeks ago. Now however, looking at him you felt nothing.
“Janet told me you’ve just been through a breakup.” He had to shout to be heard over the music. You didn’t miss the real question behind his word, how likely are you to get back with him? He was obviously looking for a long-time thing, something serious. Everything about James screemed serious. Dressed as he was now, as if he would be called into a meeting at any point. You wandered just how he and Harkness had become friends. They didn’t seem to have anything in common. James had nice guy written all over him, and Harkness, well the jackass had selfish bastard written all over him.
“Yea.” He held a drink out to you, obviously fetched on one of your friend’s recommendations. It was much too sweet for your tastes, much less strong than you had been drinking recently, but you threw it back all the same, finishing it in a matter of seconds. “I was moving out here anyway, he wanted to come with me but…” you broke off, just why you had dumped him you couldn’t explain, hadn’t explained, to anyone, all though many had asked. “I just wasn’t happy.”
“In the relationship.” He had taken the empty cup, evidently unconcerned by the speed at which you were drinking.
“Yea, sure.” What would he say, you wandered, if you said no. No not just in the relationship, in general, in everything. Everything had been flat, had been flat for a while. Your ex-boyfriend simply hadn’t been helping. Somehow, however, you suspected it wouldn’t matter what you said. James wasn’t really hearing a word that had come out of your mouth. He already had an idea of you, how you were going to act, what was going to happen, he’d simply hear around anything that didn’t fit that idea.
The music was too load, James too boring, you were too sober. Why you’d bothered coming in the first place you didn’t know. The whole thing was desperate, desperate, and seedy. You just felt numb. “Will you excuse me.” James just nodded, that stupid grin still on his face.
You grabbed a half-drunk bottle of vodka off the table tipping it back as you moved out of the crowded living room and into the hall. The bastard’s eyes were still on you as you left, glued to you. But still you ignored them. So, what if some loser wanted to stare at you? You had vodka now, and were away from bland James. It was quieter out in the hall, you stumbled down it, not quite sure where you were going, the bathroom perhaps, you could hide in there for a good ten minutes, before the next drunk person came knocking at the door, trying to force their way in to empty their stomachs. Still ten minutes alone was better than nothing.
Before you could get there, however, a strong hand caught you by the top of the arm, pulling you into the nearby room. You were up against the wall before you had time to process what had happened. The hand moving from your arm down to your wrist, freeing the vodka bottle from your fingers, whilst a large, solid body kept you pinned to the wall. The bottle was lifted to a pair of bearded lips, Adams apple bobbing as he drank, in long gulps. Up close you could see there was an attractive man hidden under all that hair, bright blue, clever eyes looked down at you, the same eyes that had been taking you in all night.
What he wanted became very clear, if it wasn’t already, as he lifted his hands, one brushed a lock of hair away from your face, forcing you to look up at him, at the sneer apparently permanent on his lips, the other pulling at the buttons on you dress, revealing you from neck to naval. His hand cupped our breast, fingers rough and hard against your nipple. You know you should push him away, push him away and get out of there as quickly as possible. But you didn’t. It was so much easier, felt so much better, to simply give into him, to press yourself closer to him.
This was apparently all the encouragement he needed, as his spare hand found its way up your skirt, quickly pushing you underwear down around your ankle. He lifted one of your legs up, allowing himself to press even harder against you. He was forced to relinquish your breast, in order to free himself.
You gasped as he pressed into you. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him for support. His strokes were hard and fast, hitting you right at your base. He was using you for his own pleasure. Just as you knew he would, had known from the moment you saw him. Usually you would have stayed away, would have laughed at his attempt to come on to you, what interest did you have in a selfish pig like him.
Now however he was giving you exactly what you wanted, and excuse not to think, and excuse to grasp onto him as he rutted into you. For that was the only word you could find for what he was doing, each stroke slamming you against the wall. His beard was scratching against your neck, the small deliciated pain forcing a moan from your lips.
You were raising your hips to meet him now, toes curling just a bit more, just a bit harder, you needed him to keep going and going and going. Just as you felt yourself teetering over the edge however he finished. Muffling the roar of his relief in your neck. He all but collapsed against you, breathing heavily as you held him, disappointment and guilt washing over you. What you’d been thinking you didn’t know.
Eventually he disentangled himself from you, reaching down to tuck himself away and do up his fly. Your own hands came up to your buttons, covering yourself. You refused to meet his eyes, the two of you returned the same stand of that had persisted before. He apparently was not content with this arrangement, catching your face between his hands once again “You know tots, you can play uptight all you want. Pretend like you’re going to give a twat like James what he wants. But I know better. There’s a hoplessness about you. It’s what I like. Your easy pickings.”
You just looked at him for a moment, realising these were the first words you’d heard him say. He was better spoken than you’d expected, you’d give him that. You looked him up and down once, face still sandwiched between his hands.
“Get the fuck away from me.”
He laughed, dropping his hand to pat you ass. “Ill be seeing you tots.” He moved surprisingly gracefully out of the room, hands flattening his hair. Just before he left he stopped by the hallway table, swiping the wallet some unwitting drunkard had left out, before disappearing entirely. You watched him go, roles reversed, before slumping against the wall. Dress only half fastened.
You’d had enough. You’d come, you’d drank, you’d even engage with a guy, even if it wasn’t the guy your friends had wanted. No, not the guy you were meant to meet, his best friend, how they could be friends however you did not know. Surely, he had known that, known who you were, known who you were meant to spend that party with. You weren’t naive enough to think your friends had not been discussing it with everyone. They had all but arranged yours and James’s wedding. You belonged to him, in some sick way, and Harkness had taken you anyway.
From what you’d seen of Harkness he had no problem taking what wasn’t his. And you’d given it to him.
“Hey” You turned to see James running after you, slowing down slightly you allowed him to catch up with you at the end of the driveway. “You’re not leaving are you.”
You gave him a half smile, one that didn’t even come close to your eyes. “Tired. Sorry.” Why you were apologising you didn’t know. You could do whatever the fuck you wanted, it wasn’t any of his business.
“Well am I going to see you again?” The idiot was standing in your way, stopping you from leaving before the two of you’d finished talking. Were you going to agree to go out with him with the feeling of his mate still inside of you? A decent person would tell him the truth, that you just weren’t that interested, or let him down easy, tell him you weren’t looking for anything serious right now.
“Sure. Janet can give you my number.” You sidestepped him, continuing on your way, as far away from that black, and those evil blue eyes as you could.
You were still thinking about Harkness when arrived home that night, mind reeling as you sat on your friend’s spare bed, pulling off your shoes. He’d left you on the edge, your body screaming to feel him inside you again, selfish, and rough as he was. There was no doubt he’d done it on purpose, all though exactly what he hoped to achieve by it you did not know. Enraged you slammed your head back against your cushions, hand slipping below your dress before you’d realised what you were doing, you realised as you found your sensitive spot that you’d never retrieved your underwear, not that your mind could focus on that for long, you pressed yourself harder into your hand, mind on a pair of startlingly blue eyes.
Lose Myself in You II Eric/OC II Birthday AU II Part 1
A shorter fic to start of a new series this week, Mostly written as a 20th birthday present to myself. As always I hope you guys enjoy!
“You’re weak. You’re all weak” You called after the retreating backs. It was sometime in the early morning, your phone had run out of battery ages ago, and you were much too drunk to figure it out. All you knew was that you weren’t done. It was your birthday, and you intended to celebrate.
“I’m sorry gorgeous, I’ve got work tomorrow. Happy birthday, I’ll see you later.” Your friends hug was fleeting as she hurried to get into the cab with the rest of your party.
“And then there were two.” You swung around, shocked to find that it was just you and Eric alone together.
“You don’t have a job to go to tomorrow?” You asked him, breath catching slightly as you spoke.
He just shook his head at you, that all too familiar smirk spreading across his face. “Nah. I have a feeling this will be more interesting anyway.”
This. This had been what you wanted. Load music, flashing lights, a chance to dance the alcohol out of your brain. Sure, the dance partner wasn’t who you would have chosen, but it was hard to remember that with his fingertips dancing along your hips.
The way he danced was all too familiar, barely any movement, but filled with strength, amazing to look at, you had closed your eyes to make it easier, it didn’t make you feel quite so guilty when you were only feeling.
A friend of a friend, it had been almost a year since you had first met him. He had barely spoken you, but he hadn’t needed too, he had had his way with you with very little effort, you had been powerless to him. Running out early the next morning before he could do the same to you.
The two of you had barely spoken since. It had been a surprise when he had turned up to your birthday. He certainly hadn’t been invited. Eric wasn’t the type of person to let that stop him, however. Had been stoic all night. Stoic but obviously there.
Now it was only the two of you left, and you were enjoying yourselves too much. He had reached out, pulling you tight against him, it sent chills down your spine, knowing the look that would be on your face. Knowing the look it would take to keep such a circle around the two of you in a club as crowded as the two of you.
He had you flush against him now, one hand on the nape of your neck, the other tracing it’s way lightly down your back. You swayed against him, amazed by just how familiar, just how right, his touch felt. As if he had memorised the curves of your body.
“I just realised.” You knew he must be shouting into your ear, the music was so load, but his words sounded like a whisper. “I haven’t wished you happy birthday yet”
“Haven’t given me a present either.” You yelled back at him, hands on his arms, feeling the muscles bulging beneath his shirt.
“Hmm.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, “Well I’m sure I can think of something.”
His lips were hot and heavy on yours as he pressed himself into the apartment. It was a relief to be able to touch him in a way you couldn’t in the cab on the way here. His touch was filled with memory, memory of how good he had felt before, combined with how good he felt now. It was as if you were flying, each touch against his skin doubled. Strong and heavy against your body.
The two of you didn’t make it to the bed. Tripping over the couch instead and settling there. His lips traced their way down your body, searing their way to their intended destination. Eric was a determined man. He knew what he wanted, and in this moment, he intended to take it. Within moments he had pushed both your skirt and your underpants out of the way. Quickly replacing them with his mouth.
The touch of his tongue was slow and tantalising, as he refamiliarized himself with you. Fingernails dug into your thighs as he lifted them up and out of the way, widening his access to you. Your own nails were digging into the couch, as your whole body contracted. His mouth seemed to find every unattainable part of you. Apparently having found his rhythm he picked up speed, as you lifted yourself up to him, body shaking, breath coming out in deep sharp gasps. Unable to stop yourself you let out a high-pitched gasp. The feeling of his laughter against your inner thigh caused your whole body to shake. He pulled himself up, face looming over your own. “God I’ve missed you.” His voice was low, husky, unlike anything you had heard from him before. His hand came to your hip, as he swiftly buried himself inside of you.
It was a hard job, disentangling yourself from his embrace. His arms were so strong and warm around you. Disentangle yourself you did however, trying not to notice how soft he looked while sleeping. You had barely spoken to Eric, yet still you felt as if you knew him. You knew he would not want you to still be here when he woke up.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Whole Story.
University tutor Eric AU, in this chapter things heat up, again. I hope you guys enjoy!
Music was blasting so load that at first, she did not hear him. This did not continue long, of course, Eric was an impatient man, she had learnt that in the short time she had known him. When she did not answer his first knock he all but attempted to knock the door down.
If she had not turned off her music and answered when she did he would likely have come crashing through. But answer she did. Opening the door to her apartment to find him leaning casually against the frame, no sign of the humungous effort it would not doubt have taken to make such a racket on his face.
“What…” She was shocked to see him there. This was her home, and they had never before met outside of the university. All their sex had taken place in his office, apart from a few run ins in abandoned class rooms which made her cheeks hot. “How do you know where I live?” She asked him.
“Oh, so you do talk?” He pushed past her, eyeing her apartment, expression completely blank. “I dropped you off here, remember. I’m not an idiot, I can find my way back to a place I’ve been before.” He lifted a hand, catching a lock of her hair, tucking it behind her ear, “especially when it contains something I want.”
She slapped his hand away, trying to step away from him, but his hand shot out, catching her wrist, and pulling her back towards him, “I’m sorry about the comment on your essay.” He told her, she barely came up to his chin, and when he had pulled her this close she had to crane her neck to look up at him, “That wasn’t funny.”
She gulped, struggling to remember why she shouldn’t just grab his face and pull it down to her. “You only want be because you can’t have me” She told him, her voice shaking.
“So?” He asked, grip tightening on her wrist.
“I’m no use to you if we won’t get in trouble.”
“So?” He asked again, bringing them chest to chest now.
“Your aggressive and cruel and you’re going to get me in trouble.”
He grinned, “Now you’re just trying to turn me on.”
It was the grin that broke her. That stupid self-satisfied grin, her hand had wrapped around her neck before she knew what she was doing, pulling him down to her.
He swung her round, pressing her flush up against the door, slamming it shut, and closing the possibility of him leaving with it. He loved the way she seemed to melt under his touch, giving herself over to him entirely. He reached down, his hands cupping her thighs as he lifted her up of the ground. As if by instinct her legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him even tighter against her.
Her fingers were tracing his face, leaving scorch marks everywhere they touched, he could still feel her anger, as her teeth captured her lower lip. He could not help the low groan as she did so, and he felt her smile as she released him. Her hands moved down his neck, pressing their way under his shirt. He shivered at her touch on his chest, leaning his hip, and the impossibly hardening weapon against her.
Their clothes were in the way, terrible shields keeping them from each other, he was desperate to tear them away, to push through ever barrier separating her from him. He could not do so here, however, so he lifted her up, one arm wrapping underneath her ass, so soft and malleable against him, and carrying her to the bed. His head was buried In her neck, sucking hard on the skin there, leaving her mouth free to coo in that beautiful way he had become accustomed to her.
He was desperate for her, desperate for her touch, her voice, her soul. It had killed him when she ignored her today, killed him to have to listen to the opinions of others, the nobodys, when she was so close by. How dare she deny herself from him, in one of the few moments he got to enjoy her, how dare she lock away that beautiful mind, contained in that devastating body. He wanted her physical form, that was undoubtable, but he would happily break it, destroy it, for access to what was inside, the strength, for it was more valuable to him than anything else he had found before.
None of this could be said aloud, of course, she would not want to hear it, she would laugh at it, think him weak and stupid. To say it outload would destroy any hope the two of them have. For clothes were nothing compared to the rules that were trying to tear them away from each other. He could not tell her any of what he felt, but he also could not keep it in. It was too much, it would not be contained, and so it seeped out of him, seeped out of his body, as it fought to tell her what his words could not.
She had made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head, before pulling him back down to her, capturing his mouth with those lips, perfectly shaped to fit his own. His own hands had found her skirt, pushing impatiently at it. It was standing between him and his goal, and Eric had never let anything stop him from getting what he wanted. Finally, he had found her, fingers pressing against her, as if afraid of losing her, whilst his other hand came down to tug at his belt.
Finally, he released himself, instantly driving himself towards her. His head fell back as she sheathed around him. His mind screaming, his body exploding with one simple thought: mine.
His hands found their natural resting place, in the curves of her thighs, as he lifted her legs up, using them to drive himself further and deeper inside of her. Mine. Mine. Mine. His body screamed with that simple thought with every thrust. All mine.
Her hands were curled in his hair, driving him on, as he buried his head in her breasts, erratically kissing and nibbling on the tender skin he found there. The gasps he could hear above him, timed with each agonising thrust of his hips, were music to his ears.
One of her hands released his hair, coming down to grasp on of his ass cheeks, nails digging in deliciously painfully, driving him home harder. He could feel her convulsing around him. Determined to feel the full strength of her he allowed her to roll them over.
She was atop him now, thighs gripping his hips, one hand still pulling on his hair, the other steadying herself on his chest. She rode him expertly, still half clothed, head thrown back in ecstacy. He allowed her to set the pace, staring up at her in wonder. Her hair fell lose about her shoulders, framing her face, flushed and sweating. It very soon became to much for him, as the two of the came together. Releasing from the frenzy they had built up as one.
He pulled her down to lie on top of him. Burying his head in her hair. Inhaling the scent of her, so fresh against him.
His good by kiss was rough, lingering. It had thrilled him, she knew, to have to chase her. He wanted to be angry at her, to get riled up. By ignoring him she had given him exactly what he wanted. Deep down she had known that. That was probably why she did it.
Its Saturday, which means a new story. Today it’s another part to one of my old stories (I really don’t want to know how long it’s been since I last updated.) For anyone new to the series you can find the whole story here, and Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5 linked. Otherwise enjoy! As always feedback is much appreciated and prompts are always welcome.
She awoke to the feeling of steel against her neck. Someone had a knife to her throat and a hand strong and hard against her head. A hand evidently intended to stop her struggling, and potentially killing herself on the blade in the process. A hand that was all too familiar against her skin.
It was the only thing that stopped her panicking. Th knowledge that she knew that hand all too well. Just as she knew the thigh which it held her against. It appeared the man who owned them was none too happy at having been forced to sleep in his own tent.
Eric released her, leaning back on her bed smirking, as she sat up, rubbing the spot where his knife had sat. “You should not sleep unarmed.” He told her, running his fingers along the blunt edge of the knife. “You never know who might be lurking around.”
She glowered at him, pulling the furs in which she slept up to cover her body better. “I do not usually have to worry, in my own camp, my men actually like me.”
He did not miss her attempts to cover herself, she could see the muscles in his jaw tensing slightly as she did it. “I am not worried about your men.”
They sat in silence for a moment, tension running between them. Finally, she caved, breaking the wall between them. “Is that why you snuck in here? To teach me a lesson about security?” He grinned again, shaking his head.
“You should not have kicked me out of your tent today.” She felt an angry heat come to her cheeks,
“I can do what I want. It is my tent.” His expression did not change, eyes steady on her own. She felt ambushed, whatever it was he wanted he had evidently had plenty of time to consider it, to plan his approach, she still had no idea what was going on.
“Not any more. It became mine the second you married me.” His words left her speechless. So, this was why he was here, to claim his marital right. She had been warned it would happen, warned over and over again. He owned her now, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. They were married, and that was the end of it. He leaned forwards, reaching out towards her, but she pulled away, not wanting to be anywhere near him. “You did not want to marry me, I know that. You have married me, all the same.”
He threw the knife into the air, catching it much more gracefully than his large stature had any right to. “We are not normal people, you and I, we should have realised that the normal marriage contract would not suit us.” He buried the knife heavily into the ground, leaving it to shake in the dirt next to where her head had rested on her pillow. “But I need a contract all the same.”
She narrowed her eyes, it was not what she had expected, not exactly, but she still had the feeling he was going to demand something from her. She was nervous to discover whether or not she would be able to give it. “What exactly do you want?”
Apparently unwilling to be hurried he carried on as if she had not spoken. “I do not quite understand why you chose to marry me, for I do know it was a choice, whether you lost that fight to me or not, but I imagine part of it was because you knew that your rank, your family, would allow you some power over me. You had no intention of giving up your life to be a married Lady, and you thought I was your best chance at both. You were right, of course. I fully intend to honour the reasons why you chose me. Your army is yours, your sword will never leave your side, your clothes… well” He grinned again, eyes wandering over her, “I would not change that, even if I could. Your lands and titles are all your own, although I wish to share them with you. In return for this, however, I expect you to honour my reasons for accepting you.”
She raised her eyebrows at him, “Money?” She asked, trying very hard to keep a straight, calm face.
“Aye. Amongst other things. Things I do not think you have earnt the right to know. I do not ask much from you. Loyalty, there is certainly that. Respect. I ask that you ride by my side, fight my battles with me. I ask that you do not try to undermine me, in front of my men or your own. I ask that you treat me as your equal. I am your husband. I expect you to show the world that you chose me. I expect you to show them why.”
He had evidently finished her speech. After a moment, she too found her voice, it was evident he had no expectation that she would refuse, it wasn’t like she could, the alternative was much worse for her than it was for him, she had everything to lose. Why had she chosen to marry him, she was not sure she could answer that, she had certainly wanted to bed him, but she could have done that anyway, she had enough money and power that a disgraced virtue meant little, especially if she did not intend to marry.
“Aye, I think I can manage that.”
He nodded, eyes falling on the hollow of her throat. “There’s one more thing.” His voice was much lower than she had heard before, the power of it sent shivers down her spine. He moved towards her, hands pulling at her furs. “You’re my wife.” He told her, slowly pulling away her covers, revealing more and more of her body to him. “Only mine. She was half naked now, and his hand paused, resting over her lower belly, “I intend to be the father of your children, your only lover from this day forwards. I intend to possess you. Give me that, and I swear I will give you the same. I will be none but yours.” She did not answer with her words, instead pressing herself against him, letting the furs fall away completely.
His kiss was hard and heavy, one arm wrapping around her waist whilst the other wrapped itself in her hair, pulling her tightly to him, as if wishing to mould her into his body. She was grateful for his warmth, eager for the hard feeling of his body against her own. He lay her down, his body coming to rest on top of her. Lips still pulling and pushing on her own. Her own hands came between them, running along the curves of his chest, feeling his heart beat mixing with hers, hard and fast, as his own hands wandered lower and lower on her body.
She pushed hard on his body, pulling her lips away from his. He was so shocked by the movement that he went without protest. “I will give you all you ask.” She told him, struggling to get the words out between heavy breaths. His eyes were heavy as he looked down at her, as if trying to process her words through a haze of fog. She could feel the source of his grogginess pressing insistently against her inner thigh. “Tomorrow. I have told my men we would be sharing separate beds. So that is what we will do.”
He simply stared at her for a moment, letting her word sink in, finally the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, as if forcing himself not to laugh. He lent down, pressing a kiss to her lips, final and sweet, before lifting himself away from her and removing himself from the tent. She lay for a moment, trying to regain her breath, cursing herself for sending him away, and desperate to run after him, to pull him back and have her way with him. Finally, however she felt her body begin to cool, could pull her furs about her again and roll over.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw what was by her pillow. Still burrowed into the ground the knife had remained, she had no doubt he had left it on purpose. Part of her was tempted to throw it away, unwilling to accept his help, but she knew he was right, she should not sleep unarmed. Another, deeper part of her was touched, sure he would not have done this for anyone else. So, she tucked the weapon under her pillow, where she could easily reach for it, and fell asleep with her hand curled around it’s handle.
