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[loredrops]

she had drafted prenuptial agreements that were air tight, negotiated plea bargains where a single misplaced comma could cost a client decades. yet nothing in her meticulously footnoted life resembled the verbal contract she’d slipped into with iris. control, she reminds herself, was always the currency she trusted. in court she wields it like a gavel; here, it’s more volatile. “closer as in—” her chair rolls back an inch, planting stiletto-polished heels slightly wider, knees forming a dark, impeccable archway beneath the desk. the subtlest incline of her chin — a slow tilt, too precise for a nod, draws an invisible line iris will have to cross on her own. "get on your knee's for me." beneath slightly parted legs, and perfectly ironed skirt is red lace with iris' name on it.

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watching eva's chair roll back, that was already enough of a sign for iris to tell what the woman was expecting of her, and the tipping of her chin was the nail in the metaphorical coffin. as if pulled in by a magnet, iris finds herself making her way around the desk, and shuffling into the space under on her knees, brown eyes locked on red lace in front of her. crawling up closer, she hooks a pinky around the waistband of that oh-so-very enticing lace, tugging it down eva's legs, careful enough to let manicured nails drag gently along skin of her thigh as brown hues slide up eva's business attire until they arrive at the woman's face. once the lace is around eva's ankles, she leans in, pressing a kiss to her folds without breaking eye contact. "tell me how you want it," she states against flesh, kissing again.

[divinetenebris]

adella knew, deep down, she didn't. and if she had, was that so bad? could adella blame her? well, she could but it wasn't fair and nor would it be accurate. the old nickname had her looking back up at her ex and giving another sigh, though this one teased the corners of her lips into a smile. "stupid mistake," implying that it was still her mistake. "...if you want to bring someone back to the room, just text me-" implying she still had her number, "-so that i know. i've failed at the sock on the doorknob too many times to count."

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"noted for later reference," jada hummed, shaking her head at her ex being hard on herself, although the one silver lining for adella, jada thought, was that she hadn't gotten around to losing the woman's number yet. "i'll text you if anything does happen." she figured she could at least offer her that one solid, even though she knew the prospects of her finding someone else to shack up with were slim to none given the staying arrangement with her ex being in her room.

[badrcmance]

"she is hot, i'm more than sure she'd agree with me too." adjusting herself in her seat, she tucked one leg under the other before shrugging. "i don't even have to try asking or confessing any kind of crush to know what her answer would be. you know me, i hate humiliating myself. i think that would immediately send me over the edge, so why bother right?" she tried to laugh but she was more than sure natalia could hear the shakiness behind her tone.

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“that she’s hot? i should hope so. otherwise she might need some help with her self esteem,” natalia snorted playfully, putting two and two together slowly about who selene was eluding to but opting not to press her on it just yet. “now. see, how do you know she’d say no? she might say yes, if you actually ask her.” she prodded, taking note of the unease in selene's tone and trying to lighten things a little bit.

[hvtemenvw]

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"how long do you think it'll take for her to leave?" nyla asked her ex as she cast a sideway glance towards the bar. their attempted match-maker stood with an expectant look on her face, eager to see her scheme play out. her theory wasn't entirely off-base ; they did make a good couple. but that was decades ago before nyla chose a career and relationship that didn't work over her. "should we act like we're getting to know each other until she's satisfied enough to go?"

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"honestly? i don't think she's ever going to leave. she seems pretty content with her nose up our asses watching us," she snorted in amusement, watching the woman out of the corner of her eye and not making it obvious she was watching her right back. when paloma had signed herself up for a matchmaker since she'd needed something to distract herself from her work that she'd immersed herself into after nyla left her high and dry all those years ago, she didn't expect the first match the woman had given her to be nyla, years later. as good as a couple they made, they obviously hadn't worked out, but paloma had chosen not to blame nyla or herself for the way things shook out. nyla had made her choice, and she made one of her own. plus, now they were mature, grown adults. surely they'd be able to talk things out at bare minimum. "fake it til you make it though, right? pretend i said something funny and then like, laugh or something." the woman hummed, taking a sip of her drink and casting another glance over to their expectant matchmaker.

[lipstcklover]

charlotte nodded hesitantly as kyla redirected her attention to the bath. "yeah, right." she muttered, taking one last look at her ex's nude body. before she headed into the bathroom to start her bubble bath. it was good that they were establishing boundaries as far as partners and such went, yet it was evident now that they probably needed boundaries regarding their states of undress. but they could get into that later. "oh? right, well, i don't know how any of that prison stuff works, but you know...guess that could still be helpful in case you do come into contact with them." she stated, making sure the water was beyond warm enough before stepping back into the bedroom. "alright, the bathroom is all yours. i'll be downstairs working on those brownies, and when you're done, you're welcome to any of my clothes." she offered before practically racing out of the room, needing something to focus on so she could get the image of kyla naked out of her mind again.

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after her bath, kyla had gotten dressed in a tank top and shorts, following the smell of brownies downstairs. "mm, smells amazing down here," she remarked, her eyes falling straight to charlotte's ass before she promptly stopped herself from her intrusive thoughts and walked up behind her to peer over her shoulder. "where did you learn how to bake?" she questioned curiously. "i know you told me once a long time ago, but i... don't remember." she scratched her neck sheepishly and pushed a lock of hair out of her face before she stepped back.

[lipstcklover]

as jayla stood her ground and insisted that for some odd reason, she was willing to put her past aside and still want this, juliana had no choice but to accept it. maybe the other woman had a point, maybe there was more to her than her profession, but it wasn't like she had a clue about it. she'd been this one thing for so long that she wasn't sure who she even was, and even before jayla had caught her, she'd felt like she was living some sort of lie, regardless of how happy she'd been with jayla. "so you have a thing for criminals is what i'm hearing?" she joked, attempting to lighten the mood in the room. "no one is coming here for you, or for me, again. i took care of that problem when i got back from the resort." jules reassured her. "there's no one else who knows my real identity, so we're in the clear." or at least they were as long as none of the others managed to track her down here, but without her real name, she didn't think they would. "you both deserve it, but i'm not gonna hit you. just her. and then i'll be fine to move on."

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jayla snorted softly at the joke, "i guess i do have a type after all," she teased back. it felt good to be joking around with juliana again even if it had been a while. it felt safe. familiar. "okay, good." she nodded, "i'm trusting you." she stated, looking over at her. she was glad they were fixing things, since she'd missed having juliana around and she wouldn't take her for granted. as juliana had stated that they both deserved to get hit, jayla stiffened up slightly even if she didn't think juliana would actually do it. but the confirmation that she wouldn't let her relax again, and she picked up her glass and downed it. "well, uh... i don't know where she'd be at, so... you might have to track her down yourself since we don't really talk anymore."

[badrcmance]

"i'm not looking for a different or another apology. i know you're trying but i'm trying to understand why this affected me so much," and all that anger come outward towards jada. sighing softly, evelyn she listened to her explain the timeline of events. throwing more whiskey back no words fell from her mouth the entire time. instead her eyes followed jada around her apartment when she took matters into her own hands, until she handed her the copies of the restraining order she had on her ex. scanning the documents with her eyes, there was a relief she felt in her chest. she finally felt more comfortable to breathe properly, "thanks for these." setting the papers down she felt as if a light switch turned on after knowing jada was being completely honest with her. evelyn hated liars more than anything. a lie wasn't just a lie, to her it was a huge sign of disrespect. knowing jada didn't disrespect her in that way made her bring the softness that she had acquired for jada over the last few months. "i'm sorry. you have to see why it'd drive me insane," with the loads of work coming in, true coming back into her life, and this on top of everything made the older woman spiral. "don't go filing one on me too alright," evelyn teased before scooting herself closer on the couch. at first she kept a big distance but now she was more willing to be close to jada. "i react the way i do towards you because i like you."

[ungratcful]

she couldn't blame evelyn for being mad at her. but she could blame her for not choosing to trust her when she'd never lied to her once before-- which she didn't do either. "i didn't think you actually wanted the physical proof, but, you're welcome." she just gave a short nod. if there's one thing jada wasn't, it was a liar, so she went above and beyond to prove that. "no, it's.... i get it," she shook her head. "i won't," she promised, turning to look at the woman. "yeah.... i like you too," she stated.

[egotistival]

lips down turned, she wants to ask iris about her life even when she's been a partial part of it for so long. the distance between them pulls taut like a physical line linh can actually feel. dark eyes lock onto the lithe fingers moving through silky blonde strands for a moment, before a wry smile tugs at her lips at the response. "you're on a roll tonight," its not exactly a chastisement, it reads more like an encouragement than anything; the smile, the way her eyes haven't moved from iris in a few too long moments, how soft her gaze really is.

"what is it you want?" tilting her head, her curiosity is apparent by the furrow in her brow, the sudden intensity to her eyes. "i'm not that interesting," in fact, linh would say that she's less interesting than iris' friends most likely, and that iris should pay more attention to them than her.

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she can see the gears turning in her protector's head, but opts to wait for her to say something first. when she smile plays onto linh's features, she chuckles, holding the woman's gaze. "oh yeah?" she teases lightly, stepping just a few inches closer without a thought. "what do i want?" the question comes as her voice pitches up a few octaves, almost like she's trying to think aloud as she watches the once soft gaze harden. "i don't buy it. i think this is just you putting walls up. doing that closed off bodyguard act instead of letting yourself be a real person with thoughts, emotions and feelings." she challenges, and her gaze softens further to an almost pleading look. "come on, linh. talk to me." she'd completely forgotten about her friends, and missed them calling her name about four times by now, but she didn't really care-- she was far too wrapped up in linh's presence to consider the outside world around them.

[badrcmance]

"at least appreciate that i'm somewhat forgiving you. we've been separated the past few weeks, my anger isn't just going to fly out the window immediately." she sassed back at jada. "just because you can bat your pretty eyes at me doesn't mean they'll persuade me in any kind of way," but they did. clearly they worked well enough to have evelyn suggest going back to jada's.

finishing off her glass faster than she expected, she set the glass down on the table near them. raising her eyebrows, she didn't know if jada made the job comment as a small jab. "you know i was doing just fine without having an assistant. i don't need you." she snarled. evelyn felt as if jada took a jab at her ego and clearly it caused a reaction, "it's inappropriate because people can perceive that as clear favoritism. if i'm not in the office, but you are - it'll overstep authority and there's confidential things i have in that office and on my computer. you might help me with a few things, but there's a lot i manage myself." taking in a small breath, the older woman tried to bring herself back down. she knew she was getting riled up over nothing. "i need another glass," she reached for her glass and handed it back to jada. "please?" the one nice thing she was able to utter. then her eyes went a bit wide, "restraining order? so how long has she been trying to come back here that you've gathered enough proof of harassment?" now there were more loopholes than she expected. how could she have missed the little bitch coming back, or was that who was texting and calling jada at all times. "i need the proof. you can print out a copy at my place later."

[ungratcful]

as evelyn shot right back at her, jada just stuck up her hands in resignation and sighed. clearly that wasn't the right approach, and jada hated feeling like she was walking on eggshells for something that never even happened the way evelyn was assuming and not trusting her enough to believe what she'd said. "look, i already said i was sorry, and clearly nothing else i can say is gonna help, so.... i don't know what else you want me to say here." she sighed. "i'm trying, okay?" at the snarl, jada just wordlessly looked at her, since there was nothing she could say to that. it was true the woman didn't exactly need her, but hearing it almost shouted in her face stung somehow more than she thought possible. not one to get kicked while she was already down, most of evelyn's next words went in one ear and out of the other as she hardened her nerves. picked up the bottle and refilled the woman's glass. she was surprised the woman had even still had a please in her after everything she'd just said, but she didn't have time to dwell on it as evelyn brought up the restraining order. "i dumped her almost two years ago, and i met you basically a year ago. so that was at least a year in itself, but the harassment was.... maybe the last six months." she explained. "we're in my apartment, and my laptop's here. i might as well just print it now, i guess." she stated, pushing herself up and heading to her laptop to print it. the printer across the room came to life, and seconds later sheets of paperwork were popping out of the top. "there's your copy." she was still in disbelief she'd actually wanted a copy, but nonetheless she did it.

[badrcmance]

"yup," her answer was simple and she still didn't see what the problem would be. "i was going to leave you stranded here while i enjoyed myself at a beach. i thought you'd prefer me gone anyways. you wouldn't have to sneak around," evelyn sighed. she knew they were supposed to be past that, but it was still fresh in her head. if she were to be honest with herself, it was more than likely she'd never drop it and any inconvenience would trail her back to those accusations.

thanking jada for her glass, she took a good sip of it before wiping her lips with her tongue. "i do want you there...as much as i hate to admit it, you're a big help when it comes to work. i love when things are organized and ready to roll-out." bringing the glass to her lips again she took a smaller sip before saying, "i don't want you alone in my office. it'd just be highly inappropriate. i told you, we have to get you your own space at work." were there things in there that she didn't want jada to find, probably. she also didn't know any of her employees making assumptions about the two of them. "make sure not to get in trouble with me again or else i will cancel your reservations and make you work from home when i'm gone."

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“well damn,” jada blinked, a little stunned by the woman’s boldness, but nonetheless she didn’t flinch. she had a backbone, and she’d realized she needed to start using it— she just didn’t think she’d have to use it with her own boss. “you do realize you’re kinda undoing the whole getting past it we just spent however long doing in your car, right?” she sighed out of mild frustration.

“you hate to admit it because you’re obviously still mad at me, you mean?” she decided to challenge her wording as she poured herself some tequila and knocked it back. “i’m just doing my job. which is to make your job easier.” she stated with a small shrug. she wasn’t exactly sure how to go about conversations while evelyn was obviously still resentful of her when all jada was trying to do was make things right so she would stop being so resentful. “what’s inappropriate about your assistant working out of your office?” she challenged. she hadn’t really worked an office job before, mind you. but she saw no issue in it. as evelyn ordered her to stay out of trouble, she just furrowed her brows, then shook her head. “considering i filed a restraining order on her, you don’t have anything else to worry about there. do you want a copy of the paperwork too, as proof or something?” jada hummed.

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Charlie watched them closely as they entered the pub. Hips naturally swaying, drawing attention from most of the handful of patrons choosing to end the night with a beer. Paloma was beautiful. She had a beautiful smile, beautiful eyes. Soft beautiful skin. And a beautiful mind. But it was because of that mind that made Charlie extend a hand out, signaling for an object to be dropped into it. "Don't give me any bull about not having something ready to record just in case I start talking about a case," Charlie eyed her. "It's been a day and I just want tonight to be off record."

[ungratcful]

"what?" paloma shrugged as she noticed the other woman's outstretched hand. of course she had her recorder on her. when didn't she? it only took her a few seconds of charlie eyeing her for her to fish the small device out of her back pocket and hand it over. "here," she conceded. "talk to me." paloma was very work-minded, but that didn't mean she didn't have time for relationships.... even those with a detective. most of the time it also meant she got advance notice on things so she could report on them without being too conspicuous-- it was a win-win. the personal connection was there which she loved, and the working benefit of being privvy to most information was definitely a sweetener.

[lipstcklover]

kyla's admission shouldn't have put her stomach in knots or sent chills down her spine, but charlotte had to literally snap herself out of a trance as she let the words sink in. "o-oh? that's...intriguing to know." not that she could, or would, do anything about it, not when she had a man now, so she simply had to brush the words off and pretend like she wasn't bothered by it. when kyla agreed on the bath first, she was about to go start it until her ex started stripping out of her clothes, and much like earlier, she found her eyes wandering over her body, still remembering every curve as she drank them in after 8 years. it wasn't until kyla spoke up again that she remembered kyla wasn't hers anymore, and she furrowed her brows at her. "tearing my shit up? no, ky, there won't be any of that. not in the house. i wouldn't do that to you, so i'll go to his place." char promised. "and i guess you won't be bringing any women back here either, right? especially not any of your prison baes as they leave prison?"

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kyla could've teased charlotte, pushed her ex's buttons some more, done something else to get a reaction, but she didn't. she wasn't hers, and she still had to respect boundaries, even if she couldn't help her natural charm and flirtiness. watching her ex glued to one spot and staring at her, she giggled. "so...... the bath?" she hummed, the few new tattoos kyla had gotten in prison on full display over her body. "thank god," she stated. that was one thing she didn't need to see or hear, and if anything it would just drive her up the wall. "course not. i have more class than that," kyla shrugged. "and i haven't kept up with any of them, so that's unlikely. i don't even know if half of them are even from here. they could've gotten transferred from somewhere else."

[outerzone]

closed. @ungratcful | muse: lia chen. 26. she/her. romance author.

⠀⠀ ⠀all she could do was stare in shock. when she'd opened the door the same time the sun was starting to set, she didn't expect to see them. and certainly not the child the child alongside. her lips parted, but her brain was still so frazzled, she didn't even know where to start. there were too many questions, but there was an order of priority. she stepped back a little, gripping her door tightly. she couldn't leave them outside, even if she was still processing. ❝ uh ⠀⠀ come in. ❞

[ungratcful]

with her ex having kicked her and their daughter out before leaving them high and dry, mya didn't really have anywhere else to go. out of options, she headed to her ex's place and sighed as she and her daughter stood on lia's doorstep. ringing the bell, she'd heard some movement before the door opened, and mya sucked in a breath as she saw her ex's face for the first time since they were teenagers. "hey, uh.... thank you," she usher her daughter, imani, inside then stepped in last, almost sort of dragging her feet as she stepped inside and shut the door. "i don't wanna burden you or anything, but.... we didn't have anywhere else to go," she sighed. "this is-- this is my daughter, imani." she stated, gesturing to the six year old girl currently clutching the hem of her shirt as she hid behind her mother.

[lipstcklover]

it wasn't often that juliana found herself dumbstruck, but as jayla seemed to have made up her mind about how she wanted to move forward, she was sure that she had misheard her. "can you...repeat that?" she asked, her voice much lower than she'd intended, yet she didn't care in the moment. sure, she hadn't intended on doing what she'd done to her ex, but the dead former target should have outweighed everything else. "so what, are you just going to pretend that i'm not a criminal? and murdered? and you trust me enough to think that i won't steal from you again, or are you going to lock up your shit when i'm around?" she honestly wouldn't have blamed jayla for keeping her away from her money and valuables after what she'd done, but that would get exhausting for the woman after a while, right? "and even if we did this, i wouldn't be satisfied until bianca met the other side of my fist, so you know, you should think about that too."

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"i said i know there's more to you than the bad shit you've done," she pointed out. "you might do it.... a lot, but it doesn't define who you are." she offered. "this might surprise you, but i'm rich. i have friends who've committed crimes. i mean, it's not murder, but.... you know, tax evasion. money related crimes." she shrugged. should she have kept juliana away from the valuables? yes. was she going to? no. she'd just wear herself thin and then things between them would just erode further. "i trust you enough not to steal from me again. and.... i can turn a blind eye to the rest of it, just.... don't give me any details unless, like, someone's coming for me for some reason or someone comes here or something." she stated. as juliana mentioned she still planned on making bianca eat fist, she just sighed. "i know you hate her, but if anything i deserve that."

[constellxti0ns]

a laugh rumbled in the back of ilayda's throat as she began to shake her head in amusement, her gaze lowering to the table for a moment as she became a little flustered at the comment. "well, i am glad you think so," she spoke softly as she rose her gaze and offered cressida a smile. reaching out, she grabbed her wine glass, rose it up and took a small sip, just to give herself a little more time to compose herself. "hm," she hummed in thought at the question. "i absolutely love art, watching the sunrise and sunset, and i tend to get flustered by compliments a little too easily, especially when they come from extremely beautiful women," she answered the question as she kept eye contact with the other woman.

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"you know, i'm an artist," cressida hummed in response. a struggling one, mind you, but she had the skills to go far. "i could paint you one day," she teased, and the compliment she'd received in return made her blush and lick her lips. taking a drink to stabilize and recompose herself, she smiled back over at ilayda. "i'm really nothing special, you know?" she joked. "have you seen you? you're the beautiful one."