*muffled 'sound of silence' playing in the background

Comeback - Kai Parker Smut

I smiled, looking up at the afterglow that came with a setting sun in the city.  A busker’s guitar filled the air over the sound of a bustling metropolis, a wave of accomplishment washing over me as I realized I had completed my first day at my new job.

I left everything that didn’t serve me well, including Kai. There hadn’t been a good day ever since, especially since I begged Kai to compell me to forget him because it hurt too much, which he declined. It was all over now anyway and at least I had pushed it in the back of my brain.


I had a brand new wardrobe and a fun apartment overlooking a large body of water. It was all coming out great so far and I tried not to think about Kai too deeply as to backtrack and call him as I had a few nights prior in drunkenness.


I didn’t even remember what I said to him, just that I had woken up with the taste of regret and a call log with Kai’s name on it.


I was hungry as I wandered around. I hadn’t really had a chance to look around after I arrived, what with unpacking and the crippling fear that I’d screw something up at work.


There was nothing to worry about, admittedly. I bought one rose at a stand full of beautiful flowers and tucked it into the pocket of my shirt, continuing to meander the streets.


I finally decided I’d just go back to my apartment and sleep the rest of the night. I had climbed through the flights of stairs, a wonderful smell coming from somewhere, probably in my imagination.


I opened the door, gasping at the sight. All of the cardboard boxes I hadnt unpacked were gone and instead I saw candles placed along the main room. I realized that the smell was coming from my apartment when I saw Kai sitting at my coffee table, pouring wine.


“What are you doing here?” I shut the door behind me quietly, noting the soft music coming from somewhere in the room.


“Can you sit down so I can explain?” He smiled, patting the carpeted floor underneath where he sat. I hesitated, my knees almost becoming weak.


“Get out.” I clenched my jaw, my eyes blinking involuntarily quick. Kai smiled.


“Aren’t you wondering what happened to your little roommate?” Kai said, raising his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.


“What did you do to her?” I frowned, swallowing. Kai was the most capable in the world to do terrible things.


“Nothing. I promise, I didn’t hurt her.” He smiled. “Can’t you see I’m different now? You changed me.”


“Then why are you wasting my time?” I ignored the latter of his words, trying not to show the nervousness I felt as I shifted, wiping my hands on my jeans.


“I thought you wanted me here? You really confused me with that phone call, you know.” I froze, looking away.


“Whatever.” I said frigidly. “Just get out. I don’t want you here now, that’s all that matters.” I sniffled, avoiding eye contact as I opened the door for him to leave. He seemed wounded for a moment, as if his ego had deflated for half a second.


“Wait.” He said. “I love you.” He choked out.


My eyes flickered to his, a silence cast between us, the sound of a gentle song playing in the background next to the sound of the muffled city.


“A good time to tell me that was a long time ago, Kai.” I bit the inside of my lip. Why couldn’t he love me when I hadn’t already moved away and started a new job.


“But I didn’t know that I loved you then. I know now because I missed you so much, you were everywhere but you weren’t. I tried to get you out of my head but I couldn’t.” He breathed. “I love you.”


I felt dizzy. I dropped my bag and closed the door, walking to grab a water in the kitchen. “That’s really too bad, Kai. That you just thought you could walk back in because you wanted to.” I said, blood pumping quickly in my veins.


“I needed to. Just tell me how you get over this so I can leave.” He said. “How could you forget about me?”


“I didn’t, Kai. I’ve always loved you.”


As soon as I said the last four words, my back was on the kitchen table. His hands fanned out quickly above me, removing everything from the table and smashing his mouth against mine.


My fists were in his shirt, my body aching to be touched by his hot hands. He grabbed the rose in my pocket and ripped open my shirt, buttons scattering over the linoleum floor.


Broken glass blurred my vision as he pressed kisses on my neck, pulling my bra down and adorning my breasts as he ran the rose over them.


I created friction between us, wrapping my legs around him and pushing myself against his lower body. He lifted me up as my eyes closed and stumbled into the nearest bedroom, which wasn’t mine.


He threw me on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him. He pulled my pants from me, his face hidden in my hair as I pulled his clothes away from him, having his perfect shirtless body all to myself.


I almost fainted as his mouth traced over my chest, my skin rising in temperature as his hands pulled my underwear away.


“I love you.” He breathed, his nose tickling me as he ran his soft wet lips up to my face, pressing an open mouthed kiss on my lips. His heart accelerated under my hand. He leaned over me, his breath shortening.


“Please.” I said in a voice not my own, coated in desperation.


“Of course.” He said softly, his fingers dipping into my ticklish spot, probably not on purpose. I bit my tongue, squirming. He pulled away and undid his belt, my head spinning as he took his jeans off.


I sat up to admire him, blushing and avoiding looking at his hard penis. “You’re so beautiful.” I ran my hands behind his back, kissing his chest as he tilted his head back.


He grabbed my arm, running his hand up to grab my wrist. I swallowed as he put my hand on his cock. I looked down at it, my heart beating fast as I involuntarily wrapped my fingers around him.


“Uh… I don’t know what to do.” I licked my lips, shifting my hand. I didn’t mean to offend him but I had little to no experience with male genitalia.


He smiled as my cheeks heated up. “You don’t have to suck it, I just noticed you were a little scared.” He took my hand off and leaned over to kiss me. “Your safe with me.” He smiled, crossing our fingers together, our palms pressed against each other.

His other hand slipped in between my thighs. The faint recall of the taste of spilled wine on his skin as I tasted the pretty skin on his neck, scraping my teeth on him as if I were the vampire. He moaned quietly as I pushed my hips against his hand.

I pushed his hair back with my hand, whisking the sweaty little curls from his forehead. I looked in his eyes as he grabbed his dick, pushing inside me.


Everything was perfectly timed and soft, warm, and wet. I ran my hands to his back, clinging onto him.


“Fuck.” I said softly. “Oh,” I gasped, falling back on my pillow as his body gave into me, rocking back and forth slowly as not to hurt me. My head hit the headboard and I winced, closing my eyes as he trusted hard. “Faster.” I coaxed him.


Kai let out as shaky breath, holding onto my thighs as he drove in me, effortlessly picking up his speed as he fucked me. His eyebrows drew together above me, watching me clutch the unfamiliar bed sheets, twisting around the singularity of our connected bodies.


He growled, pressing his tongue against his clenched teeth as he wiped his brow, fucking me against the mattress like a pro, my breaths in the stifled air.


He opened his mouth and let out a plea as I squeezed around him, my back arching off the bed, my head thrashing back as he froze in place. I let out a throaty moan, relaxing as I came with one last thrust of his body against mine, his hands relaxing their death grip as he came in me.


He collapsed beside me and I rolled over on his arm. “I’d like a few more hours of that.” I said, my voice shakier than intended. He smiled. “I’m not so innocent now, am I?”


“Don’t kid yourself, babe, you’re sweeter than a mango.” He rubbed his thumb over my back. “Me and you in the shower does sound appealing though.”

Achluophobia: Monday

Title: Achluophobia: Monday, Part 4 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Summary: Mulder and Scully are called on to investigate a possible haunting.
Notes: Final chapter!  Phew.  If you prefer Ao3, this story will be posted in full there by tonight. Link is in my header/bio.  Again, thank you to @bohoartist for all of her beta and support while writing this.  She was crucial to me finishing this, and was a constant source of support. Also, ½ of the multimedia is because of her.  And thank you to my baeta @kateyes224 for all the love and making my writing is the best it can be.

Friday, Part 1

Saturday, Part 2

Sunday, Part 3


DOMBROWSKI RESIDENCE
MONDAY

Lindsey is unusually somber in the morning, laying in bed until well past breakfast, refusing to come out of her room.  She doesn’t budge when Claire taps on the door, or when she sneaks in quietly, doing her best to not create a scene.  These days Claire’s unsure of the best way to proceed with her daughter, seeing as the simplest of things can set her off, so she walks on eggshells and prays for the best.  

It wasn’t always like this.  She remembers what it was like when they were able to communicate, when they were able to talk openly about whatever was on their minds.  It was only a few weeks ago that they would discuss her daughter’s life over morning coffee, making plans for college applications and guessing which football player was next on Rosie’s boyfriend list.  She sighs to herself, wishing for the days when life was easier.  Wishing for the days when her daughter wasn’t a complete stranger.

She tiptoes across the floor and seats herself at the edge of her daughter’s bed.  “Come on sweetheart, you need to get up.  It’s after 10.”

Lindsey keeps her eyes closed.  “Don’t want to.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Claire asks as she places her hand on her daughter’s forehead.  “It doesn’t feel like you’re running a fever.”

She sighs as Lindsey continues to lay still, motionless.  

“Lindsey, you can’t stay in bed all day.  It’s your last day off before school tomorrow.  Don’t you have any homework?”

“I finished it,” she replies simply.

Claire remains seated for another moment, then leans forward and presses a kiss to her cheek.  “Alright,” she says softly as she walks to the door.  She turns before walking out and adds, “I’ll come back and check on you in a little while.  You rest.”

Lindsey doesn’t respond.

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