afternoon men

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I love the fact you can take ANYTHING and use it as a reference with Haikyuu!! stuff. I swear this is the most versatile series ever. Anyway, I saw this >> https://blackwolfartz.tumblr.com/post/158965459249/honestfictionist-joey-role-model-for-both-men this afternoon and immediately thought of this. College is rough, you eat what you gotta when you can lol Also, Kuroo is totally sitting at the counter wrapped in his blanket. And his messy just-rolled-out-of-bed look is super important. 

College AU stuff because it’s fun and everyone is doin’ it lol It’s okay, Bo. Your curves are perfect, Eat that cold pizza that probably has pineapple on it. Why else would Kuroo be making that face.? Pineapple on pizza, honestly…

Beyond the Horizon: Chapter 40

Fic Update: Beyond the Horizon

Summary:  When Princess Emma’s ship is captured by the Jolly Roger and Captain Killian Jones, she offers herself as a hostage for ransom if he will let the ship and the other passengers go. With Emma, Killian remembers the honour he once held dear, and Emma catches glimpses of the gentleman Killian had been. Against all odds, the pirate and the princess begin to fall for each other.

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                                              Chapter Forty
                                                Pixie Dust


Killian took a deep breath when he came up on deck, inhaling the sweet scent that perfumed the air in the small cove where the Jolly was anchored. Lieutenant Courtice’s accusations had burrowed under his skin more than he wanted to admit, each expertly-aimed barb reminding him of the man he used to be. Or the man he still was, a few recent good deeds could hardly be enough to wash away the considerable sins of his past. The lieutenant clearly didn’t think so, and neither did Emma’s father, Killian could tell. There was no sign of the the two of them or of Emma’s mother, and he wondered if Courtice had gone to tell the king and queen about his many crimes, letting them know exactly why the name Killian Jones was feared and reviled across the sea. Perhaps he was even pressing his own suit, putting forth his name as a possible match for their daughter once they returned to the Enchanted Forest and regained their kingdom at last. He wasn’t a prince or a lord, but Killian was sure the lieutenant came from much more honourable stock than he did. The glory that would have redeemed the Jones family at long last had died along with Liam, when he’d been cast adrift in the world to forge his own destiny alone.

It was warm in the cove but not humid, not like the thick jungle on Neverland where sweat had beaded on his brow and plastered the linen of his shirt to his back as he’d followed Liam unknowingly into danger. Everything about that island had been wrong, it had felt wrong, it had looked wrong, it had even smelled wrong, though lush and green there had been an unmistakable whiff of decay hanging in the air like the rotting of overripe fruit left too long on the vine. But the Fairy Queen’s domain was as beautiful as a perfectly cut jewel and when he took another deep breath the smell was like a mix of all the good things he could think of. Freshly baked bread and highest quality rum, and the sky after a heavy rainstorm, when the clouds parted and everything had been washed clean and fresh from the downpour. But most of all it smelled like roses, a scent he was rather more intimately familiar with now than he ever had been before thanks to the soap he bought Emma every time they made port. The floral aroma was particularly stubborn, it clung to the collars of all his shirts, lingered in his bed linen and permeated the handkerchiefs she unabashedly stole from him while he pretended not to notice. Would the scent of roses remain even after she was gone, another ghost to taunt him in the dead of night when he was left alone in a cold bed and sleep wouldn’t come no matter how much rum he drank?

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So who is she?

Finn Shelby x reader
Word count: 1710
Warnings: Swearing, mention of abuse, some fluff

You entered the doors of the pub “The Garrison” painted in the window, there were only three other people in the place. Two older men slumped over a table in the back, they looked like they had been there for days. The other person was a man behind the bar, who gave you a look when you came in indicating that he thought you were out of place.
“Can I help you miss?”
“Well, a boy I know recommended here when I said I didn’t have anywhere to study, I mean just for an hour or so during they day,” you say looking at the man with pleading eyes.
“I mean this isn’t really the place for pretty young girls by themselves, can I ask who the man was?” He asks turning round to continue cleaning whatever it was he was cleaning before.
You hesitated, you knew you and Finn were trying to keep the relationship quiet he didn’t want you getting messed up with his crowd and frankly you didn’t want people knowing you were running about with a Shelby. But something was telling you if you didn’t mention the Shelby name you weren’t going to be allowed to stay.
“His names Finn Shelby sir, we used to go to school together,” the man turned right around to face you know. “I told him i was having some troubles at home and that he said that here is quiet through the weekdays,” you carry on as the man is paying you full attention now, “he also told me not to mention him he doesn’t want anyone knowing we are acquainted, thinks it could get me in bother.”
“Well miss, call me Harry. Finn’s right you know the Shelbys are dangerous people at least he’s looking out for you shows that he cares.”
This made you blush a little but you put your head down so Harry couldn’t see your rosy cheeks. “Im (Y/N)” You put your hand out to shake his which stops him a little surprised as women round here don’t really make the best first impressions. “Finn is just an old friend from school, when i ran into him the other day he recommended here, nothing more to it.”
Harry looked at you and said believingly, “I’d stay out of his way, you seem like a sensible girl though you probably already know that.”
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A couple days had past and everyday you had gone for an hour or so to the garrison and sat humming while writing your notes. You had met a couple of the locals but had always left before it got busy. Harry said people started rolling in at half 4 for there night of boozing, half 1 on the weekends. You liked harry he was kind and seemed to be interested in what you were studying asking you questions to help you out. But this afternoon 5 men walked through the door and went into a private room, you were too busy with your nose in a book to take any notice though. That was until Harry ran through from the back looking slightly worried.
“Maybe it’s best for you to leave now (Y/N)”
You nodded. He had warned you that if he ever asked you to leave it was probably in his best interest to do so.
“Why would she need to leave?”
Too late. A voice came from behind you as you sorted your skirt and turned around. The man was a couple steps behind you, tall with icy blue eyes that reminded you of Finns.
“And what is a young girl with an armful of books doing in a place like this?” He asked eying you up and down before staring at the pile of books in your hands.
“I’m just studying down here gets me away from the chaos at home. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) sir, it’s been lovely to meet you but I’d best be off.” You said harry relieved by you still following his orders. You then reached out a hand to shake his, again he stood in shock a moment before chuckling and accepting the handshake.
“Lovely to meet you Miss (Y/L/N), I’m Thomas Shelby.”
You froze. Shelby. The name this town feared and the name Finn told you to run from. Tommy noticed your reaction but you quickly straightened up and smiled politely.
“Thank you for having me Harry, good evening Mr Shelby.”
As you went to walk past him he quickly stepped in front of you.
“There will he no trouble tonight” he said to harry before turning to you again. “Please, don’t let us put you off your studying.” He nods at harry who nods back, you didn’t really understand what was going on but you climbed back on top of the bar stool and opening up your books.
“You know miss (Y/N), educated women are a dangerous thing, they will rule the world one day.” He said before disappearing into the side room, summoning Harry after him.
A few moments later a familiar figure emerged from the room the other men kept disappearing into. It was Finn, he was soon stood behind you looping his arms round your waist.
“(Y/N), I missed you,” he said spinning you round and gently kissing your forehead, “You haven’t said anything to Harry have you?”
This hurt. He wanted to keep you a secret, why was he so embarrassed of you. You’d missed him whilst he was away on business but you also liked not having to sneak around.
“I told him you were an old friend who recommended the place a long time ago,” you say flatly while spinning back around on your seat and staring down at the sheets you’d been reading.
“And he believed you?” Finn asked with doubt in his voice.
“Well why wouldn’t he?” you reply sharply.
“Well you never were a great liar,” Finn chuckled. You turned back around to face him hurt in your eyes.
“I wasn’t really lying though was I?” you caught him off guard with your fierce tone, “what are we Finn? I don’t hear from you for weeks and when I do it’s for your own pleasure and we have to sneak around whilst we do it. I feel like a whore!” You were close to shouting now but quickly remembered you had to keep your voice down.
“What are you talking about (Y/N)? I was away for business you know that and we both agreed we should keep this whatever this is quiet, it might put you in danger. And your dad, think about what your da..”
“I know,” you cut him off before he said anymore quickly wiping away a single fallen tear, “I know I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”
He moved behind the bar grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses.
“He hasn’t touched you again has he?” he asked his voice cracking as he spoke. You dried your eyes and tried to pull yourself together before Harry came back out.
“No, hes never home at night and i’m never home during the day, it’s a good combination.”
“Finn!” a voice from the room shouted making you both jump, “Come on son!”
He quickly kissed you on the cheek before returning to the room.
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“So who is she Finn?” Tommy asked flatly staring at him as he sat back in his chair, he froze as he was now under the gaze of his older confused brothers and cousin.
“What are you talking about?”
“The girl at the bar, who is she?” Tommy was pressing for answers that Finn was not willing to tell him.
“What the bloody hell are you on about Tommy?” John asked looking around the room at his brothers.
“There’s a girl out there that Finn knows but I am not sure how,” He said whilst lighting up a cigarette in his hand.
“OI OI Finn boy, You got yourself a looker!” Arthur piped up shaking Finn by the shoulders as the other boys wolf whistled. Finn shook them off and started to become angry.
“Why would you think I know her?” Finn challenged he knew his brother was smart but how could he have figured out that they knew each other. Tommy chuckled and took a quick sip of whisky.
“Well for one she’s your age, she told Harry a man recommended this as a “safe” place and the only way in bloody hell is this a safe place is if you’re a shelby, so you’re trying to protect her, but i’m not sure what from. Plus you always have had a thing for a girl with brains.”
Finn sunk into his chair his cheeks were flushed as he looked up at his older brother who was looking at him with a questioning face. “So I will ask again. Who is she?”
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Finn says reluctantly. “Her father is James (Y/L/N) who used to work down by the docks.”
“The drunk?” Arthur asked. Finn nodded back, he knew the rest of the boy knew who he was he had been a part of some business, a trust worthy man a few years ago. Until his wife died he turned into a different person.
“Why is she here Finn? What are you protecting her from?” The answer to this was who was he protecting her from and he got the feeling Tommy already knew the answer to this.
“He comes home drunk sometimes, he hits her or worse,” Finn looked at his hands and the boys go silent John stood up in rage.
“You’re fucking joking me!” John shouted, Tommy stood up and put a hand on his shoulder.
“We will sort this out, Go and speak to the girl now,” Finn watched his brothers walk out the garrison with red in their eyes, He looked over to you with wide sorry eyes.
“I can’t stop them, They know everything” He said wrapping his arms around you pulling you up and into his chest.
You started to sob. You were grateful for Finn protecting you but your dad was the only family you had left.

Request: Business call - Part 1

Request: I would like to request, a story out of Tigs POV. Where he should call someone for club business, but he has a wrong number and ends up at readers phone. At the end they end up together.. perhabs a bit smut if it’s posible for u :)

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of alcoholism

Originally posted by sikanapanele

Tig’s POV

There was so much work to do; they had been in runs and countless meetings lately, doing everything to help SAMCRO’s president. Jax Teller had been trying to change the MC’s path, to make it right and at least close to what his father had devised for them. The club would be out of the gun business, but there were still many loose ends to tie up.

Tig absolutely hated the “I know a guy who knows a guy” talk and the last thing he wanted to do was that call. He was supposed to call a number Chibs had given to him and settle a meeting with a person, someone who was interested in doing business with the club. He just had a feeling this couldn’t turn out good. However, orders were orders and he dialed the number.

“Yeah?”, the person on the other side of the line answered. The voice was muffled and Tig couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, but it seemed he had just awakened him or her.

“Hm…Who is this?”, he carefully asked.

“Who is this?”, the person repeated.

“What?”, Tig grimaced. He didn’t have time for jokes.

The person growled, “Are you the guy from last night?”, now he knew it was a woman talking. It was supposed to be a man, he was sure Chibs had said a man, “Shit! I thought I had given you the wrong number”

“Apparently, someone did that”, Tig sighed.

“What?”, the woman clearly had had a blast last night, sounded like she had a hangover, “Aren’t you sweet? Calling me on the next morning… Listen, it was great, it truly was, but it was one night thing, I’m not looking for a relationship okay”

“Good to know, but-“, Tig chuckled, “I’m not the guy from last night”

“What?”, she asked again.

“I was trying to call someone, a business call”, Tig didn’t even know why he was bothering to explain the situation to her, “They must have given me the wrong number”

“Oh sorry business man”, the woman sighed on the other side, “Have a good day”

“Thanks. Have a good day too”, he mumbled and was about to hang up when something caught his attention, “Wait… Girls really do this thing of giving the wrong number?”

“Hm…Yeah”, he could tell she was thinking he was weird and anxious to end that call.

“I wouldn’t know”, Tig admitted to the stranger, “I’ve never called back”

“Uh oh”, she mocked and giggled, “A business man and a heartbreaker”

“No, I’m not the one who gave a poor man the wrong number”, he laughed, thinking a wrong call had never been so nice.

“Ouch!”, the woman laughed.

“Sorry to bother you”, Tig apologized, “Sounds like you had a great night, go back to sleep”

“Yeah, I did”, she said but didn’t sound so happy anymore, “Have a nice day business man”

The line was silent and Tig stared at the phone for a minute. He should have told her he wasn’t a business man, but then, he had to reason to do so, she was just a stranger. He sighed and decided to find Chibs, complain about the wrong number and try to get the right one before Jax ask about the meeting.

Y/N’s POV

My phone never rang, only my best friend and boss had that number. It was a burner phone that I would throw away in a few weeks, so I didn’t bother much when that man called me this morning. He had the wrong number and I tried to be as nice as I could with a headache killing me. When I hung up, I laid down and tried to sleep again in my hotel room. I smiled, remembering the confused man. Yes, we girls give guys the wrong number sometimes. No, he wasn’t bothered, he said he never had called back. Heartbreaker. Yes, I could say I was one. I would never stay or give the right number. I couldn’t get attached, ever again.

Tig’s POV

Chibs had finally found the right number; Tig called and settled the meeting for the next day. He had a beer with his brothers, let a crow eater give him a massage and went to bed. Sons would have to be up early and Jax wouldn’t tolerate people late. It was the middle of the night when Tig woke up with his phone ringing. He growled and grabbed it on the nightstand.  

“Hello”, he barked, not bothering to be nice to whoever was awakening him.

“What’s wrong with you Cindy?”, it was a familiar voice, but it sounded distorted, weird. The woman calling laughed and Tig finally recognized her, “Cindy? Answer me!”

He didn’t know her name, so Tig called her the first thing it came to his mind, “Heartbreaker?”

“Who?”, she snorted and then cursed about something that had just happened with her.

She clearly was drunk and didn’t know his name either, “This is business man”, he used the nickname she had given him that morning.

“Oh man! I’m sorry”, she whined, “I was trying to call a friend”

“Are you drunk?”, Tig cut her off, suddenly getting worried. She was alone somewhere, drunk, confused. Besides, when he had called that morning she seemed to have a hangover and she had been drinking again. Something was wrong with that girl.

“I’m not sure”, the woman mumbled, her voice shaky, “How many shots you must have to be drunk? Shit! I can’t find my car keys”

“Okay, you are drunk”, he sat in bed, turning the lampshade on, “Tell me where you are, I can pick you up”

“I don’t know you!”, she scoffed, mumbling again about the car keys.

“I’m not a serial killer doll”, Tig sighed, already grabbing his jeans to put them on.

“No”, she laughed, “You’re a business man”

“No quite”, Tig smirked, “Now tell me where you are”. Suddenly, the line was silent just like that morning, “Damn girl hanging up on me again!”, Tig cursed and tried to call back, but she didn’t answer.

He got up and began to pace around the room. He wasn’t the regular Lancelot, not even close, but he was worried about the girl, he couldn’t tell why, he just had a feeling she would get hurt somehow. It was frustrating; he didn’t have a clue about her, no name, no address, just a phone number.

A phone number Juice could track, so Tig ran to the boy’s room and kicked him out of bed. Obviously, his brother wasn’t happy about being awaken in the middle of the night and Tig refused to explain why, just threw the laptop to Juice and told him to track a number. In minutes, Juice had a response that didn’t please Tig. She had a burner phone, he couldn’t track it. He thanked Juice and let his brother go back to sleep, telling himself to do the same and let the girl handle her problems alone. However, he couldn’t close his eyes.

Y/N’s POV

Charming had a few bars where someone could hang out, some of them nice, some not. I worked in a nice one, earning enough money to pay for my hotel room, food and gasoline. My shift started by the end of the afternoon, when working men walked in to have a beer or two after a long day. I served drinks, I talked, I ignored the old and ridiculous lines and when I was off duty, I had a few shots. Okay, maybe I had a few more drinks than I should and left the bar tripping on my legs. I knew where I was, where my car was and how to get back to the hotel, but for some reason I thought it was a good time to call my friend, Cindy. That was a sign I had drunk too much.

The rest of the night was a blur and I woke up in my car, the morning sun hurting my eyes. I had a confused memory about finally find my car keys and pass out inside the vehicle, but what was bothering me was a conversation on the phone. I grabbed it from the passenger’s seat, searched through the calls I had made. Yep, I had called him. The mysterious man who had called me last morning. Why in the bloody hell I hadn’t erased his number?

“Idiot”, I said to myself as I dialed again.

Tig’s POV

The meeting had been good, SAMCRO had a new business partner and Jax’s plans were going well so far, but something still was bugging Tig. He knew what it was and he was feeling a bit stupid about it, but he couldn’t help it. He was still worried about the woman, Heartbreaker, and being grumpy, just minding his own business and not actually talking to anyone. His friends had no idea what was going on, but they knew it was better to leave him alone.

Tig noticed a missing call on his phone when they got back to the clubhouse, but before he could check it, the phone rang again. He recognized the number and walked outside to answer it.

“Business man?”, she yawned at the phone.

“Are you okay?”, Tig barked and then regret it, not only about how he had talked to her, but also for being worried to someone he didn’t know. It was surreal.

“Yeah?”, she yawned again, “I saw a hundred calls on my phone and decided to call back to ask what stupid thing I said to you, maybe apologize too”

“Yes, we talked last night, you hung up on me and I tried to call back, but you’ve never answered”, he admitted, sighing, “You don’t have to apologize for anything, but you were drunk and trying to drive. What happened?”

“I fell asleep on my car, woke up this morning and drove back home”, she explained, “God, I have the worst headache ever!”

“Jesus! Girl what were you doing?”, Tig growled.

“You’re too sweet business man”, she laughed, “Business man… What’s your name by the way? You can say a fake one if you want to”

“Alex”, he blurted, not actually noticing he had said his real name.

“Nice name”, the woman said, “You can call me Y/N”

“Nice name”, Tig repeated, making her laugh.

“I’m sorry for calling you in the middle of the night Alex, it won’t happen again”, Y/N promised, “It was a pleasure talk to you again, but now I need to go back to sleep”

“Take care”, he mumbled, but the line was silent again.

Y/N’s POV

Y/N. Why did I say my real name to him? I was always someone else to everyone I met. However, this guy, Alex, not only knew my real name, but I also had called him back to apologize and say I was okay. I never did that. We didn’t know each other and he only had found me because someone had given him the wrong number. It didn’t matter, I would leave Charming soon. Another city, another phone and Alex would be just a nice memory, a nice stranger I once met.

To be continued…

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An early Ramesside Period mural painting from Deir el-Medina tomb depicts an Egyptian couple harvesting crops. The cuisine of ancient Egypt covers a span of over 3000 years, but still retained many consistent traits until well into Greco-Roman times. The staples of both poor and wealthy Egyptians were bread and beer, often accompanied by green-shooted onions, other vegetables, and to a lesser extent meat, game and fish. 

Depictions of banquets can be found in paintings from both the Old and New Kingdom. They usually started sometime in the afternoon. Men and women were separated unless they were married. Seating varied according to social status, with those of the highest status sitting on chairs, those slightly lower sat on stools, and those lowest in rank sat on the bare floor. Before the food was served, basins were provided along with perfumes. Cones of scented fat were lit to spread pleasant smells or to repel insects, depending on the type. Lily flowers and flower collars were handed out and professional dancers (primarily women) entertained, accompanied by musicians playing harps, lutes, drums, tambourines, and clappers. There were usually considerable amounts of alcohol and abundant quantities of foods; there were whole roast oxen, ducks, geese, pigeons, and at times fish. The dishes frequently consisted of stews served with great amounts of bread, fresh vegetables, and fruit. For sweets there were cakes baked with dates, sweetened with honey. The goddess Hathor was often invoked during feasts. Spices and herbs were added for flavor, though the former were expensive imports and therefore confined to the tables of the wealthy. Food such as meats was mostly preserved by salting, and dates and raisins could be dried for long-term storage. The staples bread and beer were usually prepared in the same locations, as the yeast used for bread was also used for brewing. The two were prepared either in special bakeries or, more often, at home, and any surplus would be sold. Honey was the primary sweetener, but was rather expensive. There was honey collected from the wild, and honey from domesticated bees kept in pottery hives. A cheaper alternative would have been dates or carob. Oils would be made from lettuce or radish seed, safflower, ben, balanites, and sesame. Animal fat was employed for cooking and jars used for storing it have been found in many settlements.

Prompt: jealous Hideyoshi (c/o bmp-slbp-matchup ♡)
Length: 704 words

A/N: I’m honestly overwhelmed by everyone’s kind comments about what I first posted. I love how supportive everyone is in this fandom. TAT Anyway! Thank you very much in advance to those who will read this. :3


CLACK! The sound of wooden swords could be heard as several retainers did their training. It was a warm afternoon, and the men had been at it for a couple of hours. MC made sure that she and the other maids prepared enough onigiri and tea for everyone. She was on her way to the garden when she noticed a hand reaching out for a piece of onigiri.

“That tray looks kinda heavy. Let’s see if I can make it lighter for you,” Hideyoshi winked and took a bite off the onigiri.

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GMS Fanfiction - James/MC - Protection

As an apology for the wait on the first prompt, and because I wanted to say thank you again for the Jack/MC picture, I wrote another idea that @jane-runs-fast gave me. This prompt was for a jealous James, though I deviated a little from the original idea. I hope that doesn’t bother you!

Guinevere felt as if she was walking on air.

The night was going well; better than she had expected, actually. Not only had she been asked to a party being hosted by a rather famous director, but said director had seemingly taken a shine to her, spending the past thirty minutes or so in a pleasant conversation about previous roles and things that she hoped to achieve in the future.

She was enjoying it greatly. Until his sons decided to shadow her, that is.

Even this might not have dampened her spirits on a normal afternoon. Unfortunately, both men were obviously very used to getting what they wanted, and it would take more than casual deflection and pointed avoidance to be rid of their attentions.

“Come on,” said one of them, flashing her a winning smile. “Just one dance?”

“We’re not bad guys,” added the other coaxingly. “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing,” replied Guinevere. She gave nothing more than a polite smile. “I’m simply tired.”

“You can relax with us,” offered the first. “The wine at the bar here is fantastic.”

“I don’t drink,” Guinevere said, turning him down. “Low tolerance. You understand, right?”

From across the room, she spied Sebastian lingering behind the crowds, watching her silently. She was tempted to signal him over, but quickly thought better of it. He had gotten overzealous about protecting her before. The director’s sons probably meant well, all things considered. She didn’t want to get anyone hurt.

Just as she thought this, Sebastian disappeared through a door, expression unchanging.

“I think I’m going to go home, actually,” she said, eyes returning to them. “It’s been a long day. I’m going to turn in early tonight.”

“So soon?” One of them frowned at her. “Stay a while longer. It’s still early.”

“I’m sorry. I really have to go.”

She made to step past them, ready to rid herself of her heels and shower away the day.

Her wrist was grabbed. Not hard, but firmer than she would have liked.

“Come on,” the man who held her insisted. “Don’t be a stick in the mud.”

“Let go of me,” Guinevere said, her voice growing colder.

He did so, staring with widening eyes. He took a step back. Had he turned a shade or two lighter?

Arms slipped around Guinevere from behind, drawing her into a broad male chest. The scent of chypre engulfed her, warm and welcome. Immediately she relaxed.

“I believe we all heard the lady say no. Didn’t we, boys?” Though James’ hold on her was nothing but gentle, his tone was so frosty even Guinevere had to swallow.

“Hey man,” said the less fearful of the pair, holding up his hands warily. “We were just trying to get her to lighten up. No hard feelings.”

“No?” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I would keep that in mind before you get yourselves into trouble.”

“Are you threatening us?” asked one of them, narrowing his eyes.

“Of course not,” said James amusedly. “I’m merely stating a fact.”

With that, Guinevere was led away and into a car, where they began to drive through the light drizzle of rain that had begun to fall.

“Does your wrist hurt?” asked James softly, as he touched his fingertips to the place where she’d been grasped.

“No. He didn’t grab me that hard.”

James sighed, tugging her to him by that same hand. “My cute little robin has a knack for getting herself into dangerous situations.”

Guinevere frowned at him. “It’s not as if I purposely drew their attention.”

He smirked. “Maybe not. But I can’t ever seem to take my eyes off of you, can I?”

She wasn’t given the chance to reply before he was kissing her, a tender hand resting at her jaw.

“James,” she murmured against his lips, cheeks flushing. “At least wait until we get home.”

Smoky topaz eyes regarded her ferally. His smile had faded. “Another man put his hands on you. I need to erase that.”

“James,” she chastised, still frowning. “We’re in the car.”

“So?”

“So, we’re not doing this here.” She pulled away from him, a raised brow daring him to defy her.

James leaned back slowly, smiling again. His burning gaze pierced her.

Guinevere couldn’t shake the suspicion that she was going to be in for a long night once he had her alone.

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