„Did I ever tell you about the time when Catarina and
I stumbled upon the ruins of a lost city when we were exploring the Amazonian
jungle?” Magnus’ voice carries easily through the loft as he moves ahead to the
main living space and Alec stops in the hall to set all of the shopping bags aside neatly.
After that, he follows further in, pauses in the
doorway – the golden light from the chandelier above their heads reflects
against the crystals sewn onto his coat, lights up the streaks in his hair and
simply makes Magnus look exquisite; Alec’s stuck staring as the warlock shrugs
off the coat one shoulder at a time and glances over at Alec when no reply
comes for a moment too long. It’s very late on an evening and they’ve had a few
drinks with their dinner, so Alec’s mind is a little hazy. He wants to sink
into the ambiance of the flat, keep the last few hours in a jar like fireflies,
as he never wants this day to end.
“No, you didn’t. I’d love to hear about it, though.”
Alec replies, his voice a low hum, as he reduces the space separating them
enough to reach out and place his hands against Magnus’ chest. He’s dressed in
a well-fitted three-piece suit, black and smooth beneath Alec’s fingertips. A
coy smile plays on Magnus’ lips while something entirely else flickers in those
gorgeous eyes and Alec wants to kiss him so badly.
~ Idk really know what this is, it’s been in my drafts for agessss so I decided to finish it. Hope you enjoy xx
The place was buzzing with activity. Humongous golden chandeliers descended from the high ceiling, men dressed in nior suits throwing plastic chips towards the centre of their circular tables, women sporting fabulous gowns holding carbonated drinks while chatting to each other. This is the first time she had ever been to a casino. “Hopefully the last as well…” She thought.
She was waiting for a friend who said they would be here at nine. She glanced at her watch, 10:38 it read. She huffed out in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time she’s been stood up or forgotten about.
She quickly gathered her belongings from the chair beside her and made her way to the bar. A ray of different liquors and spirits were displayed in front of her.
“What do you want sweetie?” The bar man asked, while cleaning a wine glass.
“Surprise me.” She said. It’s a Saturday night and she came out to have fun, she’ll just have to do it alone. The bar man smirked; turned to the range of beverages behind him and started his work. She perched herself on to the bar stool and looked at her surroundings.
The club was placed at the edge of town, when her friend gave her the address, she had never heard of it before, despite living here for what feels like years. Due to her lack of knowledge she didn’t expect to see the room heaving with population. Everyone was minding their own business, expect one person…
She felt his eyes on her for however long she had been there. He was located at the centre of the room on a raised platform, sat around a poker table with eight other men. Their eyes were all focused onto the cards, his wasn’t. He slowly stood up from his seat and made his way down the steps towards his interest.
As he passed through the crowd they parted into two to let him through. It was like something out of a movie, everyone turned their gaze away from him, but she couldn’t move. The way he approached her was mesmerising, his eyes and her own were transfixed on one another. His tight black bespoke suit hugging his figure and showing off every feature in his strut. His chocolate brown hair swooped up revealing a picture-perfect face. Cat like eyes, pouty kissable lips, glowing golden skin. Her breath was getting shorter by each step. 3…2…1…
“Hello,” He spoke in a soft tone, she could hardly hear him due to the loud jazz music in the background, but all her focus was on him… and only him.
“Hey,” She whispered. He licked his lips.
“I couldn’t help but notice you,” he looked down at his feet shyly “you’ve been alone all night, I thought you would need some company.”
She didn’t know how to respond, she was so fixated by his beauty. He chuckled at her lack of response.
He gently stepped forward so he was placed between her legs, he brushed a strand of hair falling loosely down her face, that she didn’t even know was there, and tucked it behind her ear. She knew this was weird to feel like way about someone she had just met, a complete stranger was towered before her but she didn’t care.
He brought his lips close to her ear, she could feel his breath against them.
“Come with me baby.” He whispered, his hands placed onto her hips.
“I don’t know who you are.”
He lifted his head so he was opposite her face, he looked deeply into her eyes. “A girl like you shouldn’t be alone in a place like this,” he motioned to the surroundings “It’s dangerous around here, the people are dangerous.”
A puzzled look appeared on her face, “Dangerous?”
He smiled sweetly and let out a small snicker. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”
More confusion followed. Yes, she know didn’t that this placed existed but dangerous?? Her town was peaceful and quaint, danger wasn’t apparent in these areas… or so she thought…
“I can protect you.” He offered his hand for her to hold, an invitation… with no way out.
In this moment, she felt her entire life rush over her, this gorgeous man whom she had never seen before is standing before her, her friends, her family, her past… her future.
Something came over her, it was an automatic impulse. She took his hand. He leant forward a softly kissed her forehead, nose, and cheek.
“I’m Kim Jongin,” He said with a smile “and this is my world.”
Kara doesn’t think she’s ever been
arm candy before.
She says as much to Lena who laughs
and leans across the back seat of the car, laying her hand lightly on Kara’s
“You aren’t arm candy, Kara,” she
says. “I invited you because I need your intrepid reporting skills and quick
wit to get me through this dinner.”
She flits her eyes from Kara’s face
to her high-heeled feet, gaze lingering at the slope of her cleavage, at the
lean flex of her calves, before smiling, coy and red-lipped. “It doesn’t hurt
that you are an absolutely gorgeous date.”
Kara grins, tilting sideways in her seat,
ducking her head to reach Lena across the suddenly vast distance of vinyl
upholstery between them. She nuzzles into Lena’s neck, finding the floral perfume
dabbed lightly at her jaw, mouths kisses along the hard line of Lena’s throat.
Lena eyes the partition that
separates them from the driver before sighing softly, a light exhale falling from
her parted lips. She tilts her head back, fingers tangling loosely in the hairs
at the nape of Kara’s neck, careful not to muss the intricate braids that curl along
the crown of Kara’s head.
Kara, emboldened, nudges in harder,
nipping teeth at Lena’s neck, one hand curling at her waist. Lena makes a small
noise of surprise low in her throat, pulling back, fingers moving to splay at
“No marks,” Lena says, tone
controlled, even. But her eyes, dark-lashed and half-lidded, fix at Kara’s
mouth. The quick tempo of her heartbeats, dampened by cloth and the distracting
rush of city traffic, promise later,
Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.
Summary: What started out as a boring obligation to your sister may have turned into a night to remember.
Your cheeks already feel flushed from the four glasses of champagne you’ve knocked back - or was it five? - since the newly wed couple had performed their opening dance. It’s your older sister’s wedding, and having only just broken up with your boyfriend, you find yourself wallowing in self pity as you watch the pair being disgustingly happy on the dancefloor.