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Doctor Who? : Spencer Reid x Reader

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Being lost in a Doctor Who convention was not the best situation for you right now. You were late to your panel where you were supposed to speak with the rest of the cast and had no idea where you were going. Security had lost you in the large crowd so you had to fend for yourself. You were starting to become desperate and looked around for someone trustworthy to ask. You found someone dressed as the fourth doctor and tapped them on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” you say. The fourth doctor turns around to look at you. “Do you know where the show’s panel is? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I am completely lost. I’m supposed to be speaking with the rest of the cast.”

His eyes go wide and his jaw drops. “Oh my god, you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m D-doctor-”

“Doctor who, sweetheart?” you laugh. You were used to those reactions but they never failed to make you smile.

“I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, I was just on my way to your panel if you would like me to take you.” He offers, still obviously flustered.

“That would actually be amazing, thank you so much Dr. Reid.” You follow him as he pushes through the crowd, trying to get your to your panel as fast as he could. 

You two end up having to walk to the other side of the convention center before security finally spots you. Spencer is in front of you as security comes to get you.

“Hey! Who are you?” One of your bodyguards, Grant, comes rushing over to get you. “(Y/N), would you like us to remove this man?”

“No, Grant, thank you. Actually, could you give my friend Dr. Reid here some VIP passes? I would like to see him after the panel.” You smile at the Doctor and thank him profusely.

“It’s honestly no problem, I’m always happy to help.” He says, happily taking the passes before going to see the panel.

It takes around two hours to finish up the panel and screen the new trailer for the newest season. Spencer is sitting in the front row, just waiting for the panel to end so he could come get a picture or and autograph with you. The crowd is soon dismissed and a security guard comes to get the people with VIP passes. Spencer is one of around 25 people who have them and he’s ecstatic. They lead the group behind the set stage and everyone starts to freak out at the sight of you and the cast.

Spencer makes a beeline for you as he is tailed by a blonde woman in a fez and already has a little notebook open with a pen in his hand for you to sign. You happily take the pen and sign your name on the little piece of paper.

“It’s been great to meet you Dr. Reid,” you say with a smile, handing him his notebook back. “Thank you for getting me to the panel in time.”

“Of course.” He shoves the notebook in the large pocket of his coat. “Thank you for the VIP passes! My friend Penelope and I are truly grateful for them.”

“Yes, very truly grateful, (Y/N)(Y/L/N). Thank you so much,” Penelope quickly shakes your hand with the biggest smile on her face.

“I would love to see you again, Dr. Reid. Maybe you could come visit the set sometime? I’m sure everyone would love to meet you,” you offer.

“That would be amazing! Thank you, (Y/N)!” He goes to hug you and you hug him back. You were used to people doing this to you but this felt different. He felt warm and comfortable, unlike most people.

“Maybe we can get lunch on set too, if you’d like.” Your face goes pink and you shyly glance at the ground.

“Uh, yeah,” Spencer’s cheeks go bright red and he rubs the back of his neck. “That would be awesome.”

My James, Your Bucky (One Shot)

You’ve had it way too sweet and fluffy from me for a while now, so I’m gonna bring you right back to the pit of despair and angst with this one shot.

Something tells me this is something @sebbys-girl would particularly enjoy;)


Summary: You and Bucky live together in Bucharest. One day you come home to find your flat completely trashed.


Word count: 2.3k


Warnings: angst, aggressive behaviour.


Originally posted by blackinjustice


It was shaping out to be a great day – it was still pre-noon and you had an extra spring in your step as you walked through the cobbled streets of Bucharest. The city you fell in love with, it had it all – alleys lined with tall brick townhouses and red roofs, atmospheric cafes and bars, an impressive market square – where you stopped to pick up a box of plums from ‘your guy’. That’s how you wanted to celebrate, with a cheeky nod to how you two first met.

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Yuuri first arriving in Russia
  • Street vendor: (in Russian)would you like anything??
  • Yuuri: what did he say Victor??
  • Victor: he asked if we wanted to but food from him. Would you??
  • Yuuri: OH YES! Could you ask if he has katsudon pirozhki??
  • Victor: darling.. I highly doubt he does
  • Yuuri: ask anyway it doesn't hurt to ask
  • Victor: well alright (in Russian) hi my fiancé just moved here from Japan and he wanted to know if you had katsudon pirozhki?? It's a pirozhki filled with the same stuff as a Japanese dish with pork cutl—
  • Vendor: oh I know what katsudon pirozhki is (in English) here good man!!
  • Yuuri: spasibo! spasibo!!
  • Victor: *jaw hinged open*
  • Yuuri: oh would you like a bite love?
“Admit it, Bruce” - Batman x Reader (NSFW)

Thank you VERY MUCH @craftersdust :). I’m a bit self-conscious about my writing, because I’m French, and I know sometimes I don’t phrase things right, so thanks. 

And here’s for your request, of course, very NSFW :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Oh hello, I’m Bruce Wayne, I never have fun because I’m the dark knight, and someone dark cannot smile, like ever, and…

-Are you done ?

-Honey, I’m just warming up.

For the past ten minutes, you had annoyed your husband by (very badly) imitating his voice and just stating all of his flaws (mind you, you thought he didn’t actually have many). You accentuated your annoying behavior by tapping regularly with your fingers on the counter of his bat computer, while he was trying to concentrate.  It wasn’t just because you wanted to annoy him that you did it though, he totally deserved everything. He was refusing to accept that he was wrong, and you were right, and it bothered you because that happened way too many times. He hated being wrong. You knew it, this time his stubbornness just annoyed the Hell out of you. 

-But I can stop if you…admit you were super jealous. 

-I wasn’t jealous Y/N. At all. Why would I be jealous of a guys like that ? 

-Mmmm…Because I used to be in love with him and that he’s very attractive and successful ? Funny and smart ?  

He refused to look at you, but you saw quite distinctly his jaw clenching. You smiled, oh this was gonna be fun. 

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Heart on the Line (part 5)

Masterlist


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1589

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Wolfstar prompt: //
  • Remus, sighing : "He's a animal in bed..."
  • Random person, jaw opened really surprised : "OH MY LORD DID YOU--"
  • Remus : "No, he's legit an animal in the bed."
  • Sirius, holding up a photo : "Yeah, James took a photo"
  • It's Sirius in his Animagus form with Remus sleeping next to each other.
  • "See?"
  • Remus face palms.

anonymous asked:

malec + "are you drunk?" please! :)

The booming bass was moving through him like a thunderous sky, and Magnus took a moment to bask in the vibrations wandering over his skin. Pandemonium was packed, bodies upon bodies enjoying the electrifying atmosphere. They had come here for a night out, the place familiar enough to allow all worries to sink into oblivion.

He felt the haziness dig into his mind, the drinks they had consumed earlier finally making themselves known. Alec had been in a particularly adventurous mood tonight, asking for a taste each time Magnus ordered another cocktail while refilling his own glass of champagne over and over again. When Alec had suddenly jumped up and tugged Magnus to the dance floor, he knew the limit had been reached.

“Alexander,” Magnus laughed, “are you drunk?”

Alec shot him an offended look. “No. I didn’t drink that much.”

“You’re a bit of a lightweight, babe,” Magnus reminded him, resting his hand on Alec’s neck.

For a moment, Alec looked ready to defend himself before his gaze drifted from Magnus’ eyes. Raising his hands to his boyfriend’s face, he gently used his thumb to wipe away a smudge of makeup on his cheek. “Have I told you how much I love your face?”

“This would be the fourth time tonight, Alexander.” Magnus’ voice was dipped in fondness, and he let his own hand drift from Alec’s neck, down his arms, and to his waist. The beat was still heavy around them, magnified by the pleasant cloud forming over his thoughts. One song turned into another, and Magnus used the transition to tug Alec closer by the hips.

“Well I do,” Alec insisted, lips moving against Magnus’ cheek, “it is a very lovely face.”

Scrunching up his nose, Magnus leaned forward to press a kiss to Alec’s jaw. “Oh, is it? I can see an equally lovely face right now.”

“Impossible.” Alec said, “But just to clarify.. do you love that face?”

Dragging his nose up Alec’s cheek, Magnus couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face, “Of course I do.”

“Good.” Hands smoothing down Magnus’ back, Alec pulled them closer together. And under the neon lights, bodies pushed against each other, heartbeats aligned, and their lips met in a kiss.

To be dazed

Title: To be dazed 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 2,084

Songs: Left hand free by alt-j

A/N: Hi! I hope you guys enjoy part 3! p.s sorry for all the typos and grammar mistakes, this is all raw 

Part 1: To be young

Part 2: To be foolish  

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gif creds: @hollandstcm 


“Peter where were you?!” You practically shriek at the boy who just disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. “What-What are you talking about?” He scratched his neck nervously, “What do you- ugh are you okay?” Your eyes scan his body for any sign of bruising or cuts.

Peter coughed slightly “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You were just up there in the monument weren’t you?” Peters eyes scanned your own, you could tell he knew something you didn’t, or at least was hiding something. “No I-I was with Michelle on the ground.” You flail your hands in the air starting to get frustrated. You saw right through his lie.

“Peter tell the truth where we’re you and also can we talk about last night?” Peters eyes widened at the mention of the night before, “Um what ab- what do you mean?” He changed his question mid sentence, causing you to cock your eyebrow up, “what do I mean? Why were you on the-” Peters hand quickly covered you mouth and a guilty expression graced his face.

“Could we talk somewhere more ..” Peter paused removing his hand slowly away from your face “private?” You felt your face go hot, knowing very well that it was as red as a tomato. You two were currently in the hotel lobbies designated sitting area.

“Where would we go?” Silently praying that Peter wouldn’t suggest his room, “how about mine and Ned’s room?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with just Peter in his room, well his and Ned’s. “It won’t be very private if Ned’s there.” You decide to point out before Peter got the chance to turn around.

“Ned’s with everyone else at the restaurant, it’ll only be us.” Peter reassured you “ok fine, lead the way.” You sigh following Peter up to his hotel room.

You flop onto the bed closest to the door feeling more tired than anything at the moment, you heard Peter loudly sigh before speaking up “So you wanted to talk about..” he paused letting you fill in the gap, “about last night.” You sit up on the bed and stare straight at Peter who was pacing the room. “Why were you on the roof?” The boy stops, his back facing you “What? I-I wasn’t on the roof.” He concludes turning around to see your skeptical face. “Peter, yes you were.” you got up from the bed and slowly made your way towards the lying boy “What going on?” you stop just  a few feet in front of him “And can we please talk about what happened last weekend?” Peters eyes lock onto yours.

“Yeah, lets talk about last weekend.” He raked his hand through his fluffily mess of hair, you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that filled your stomach, he really wants to talk.

“Listen Y/N I-” Peter was stopped mid-sentence by the door of his room opening, “Yes exactly! Oh here they are!” Ned walked through the door way with Liz trailing right behind him. “Peter there you are!” Liz practically threw herself in Peters arms and of course Peter couldn’t hide the bush that rose on his cheeks.

“We were so worried, you just disappeared.” Liz spoke firmly while Peter never glanced back at you, you decided Peter didnt want to talk anymore because Liz was here. “I’m gonna head out, I’ll see ya later Pete.” you waved only get a small “yeah sure.” in return.

Why does Liz always seem to come around at the worst moments, she has to be tormenting me. You decided to just go back to your shared hotel room and vent out to Michelle about whats been happening, mainly about Peter.


“Hey dweeb.” Michelle nudged your shoulder slightly “Everything good now?” you sighed slightly at the question being asked, “define good.” You closed your locker and walked to class with Michelle by your side.

You never really got to speak to Peter the rest of the weekend and seeing him not really interested in talking anymore, you felt like giving up. “Hey Y/N.” you were knocked out of your thoughts by a voice that made your heart flutter in your chest. “Hey Peter.” you smiled falling right back into the dangerous loop that is your friendship. “I need to talk to you after school so could we meet in front of the gym?” you looked over to Michelle to get some kind of guidance but you got nothing but a shrug form your best friend. “Yeah sure-sure.” you stuttered out “Ok cool, see you in Spanish.”

“you’re blushing.” Michelle spoke “At least try to hide the fact that your hopelessly in love with him.” you sighed rolling your eyes at your best friends attitude, “Hey weren’t you the one who told me to go talk to him in the first place?” you shot back earning a laugh from her.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” The two of you walked into class just as the bell rang and got situated in your seats. You watch the clock eagerly waiting for the end of the day.

As the end of lunch rolled around you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you slid it out of your small jean pocket and onto the lunch table.

You groaned angrily at the small notification that had popped up “Hey Y/N I’m really sorry I can’t meet up anymore.” Quickly you type out a reply ‘why?’ before smacking your head down onto the table. “Hey what’s up?” Ned ask a worried tone in his voice.

“Peter can’t meet up anymore.” You felt the table buzz causing your head to pop up and grab the phone “I got detention, could I stop by yours after maybe?” Butterflies filled your stomach again at the thought of Peter and you being alone.

“Yeah sure, my doors always open.” You couldn’t help it that you were hopelessly in love with the boy who only had eyes for another girl. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, you and the small group of friends you had, minus Peter, made their way to the last classes of the day.


“Y/N!” you heard your dad shout to you “someones at the door for you!” your heart jumped a little already knowing it was Peter you decide to quickly clean up your room before heading to the front door. “I’ll be right there!” you shout your reply while quickly shoving things under your bed and into the draws of your dresser.

After shoving the last item under your bed, you checked how you look in your body length mirror on the wall “Ok,” you let out a shaky breath “you can do this.” you made your way out of your room and to the front door.

“May?” you didn’t even try to hide the confusion in your voice “What ar- what are you doing here?” Peters aunt looked as though she was on the verge of tears “Have you talked to Peter at all today?” May’s voice was very shaky, you felt your eyebrows crease together.

“Just at school, he was suppose to come by but hasn’t..” you trailed off in thought “He hasn’t been home yet either, has he?” A knot twisted in your stomach hearing May’s reply “No he hasn’t, I-I-I got a call from the principal saying that he just left detention.” May looked into your eyes hoping that you would have an answer for any of this but you had no idea he’d even left detention.

“Here, let me grab my phone from my room and I’ll meet you in your living room.” May simply nodded heading back into her apartment while you ran and grabbed your phone. “I’m gonna hangout at May’s for a little!” You shouted letting your dad know you were leaving.

“Ok so you’ve tried calling him and Ned?” you huffed lightly at May while typing out a text to MJ asking about Peter. “Yes.” May sighed turning on the tv and switching it to a news channel “How long ago did the principal call you?” You turned your attention away from your phone and tot he worried woman “About two hours ago.” Your heart broke, Peter was always maticulous about keeping his aunt up to date on his whereabouts so she wouldn’t worry. something is defiantly wrong.

after 3 more hours, 4 calls to the police station and heading down to Peters favorite sandwich shop the door to May’s apartment slowly opened with a small creek. May immediately stood up and rushed over to the door, you couldn’t see anything that was happening but knew May had tears in her eyes from the shakiness in her voice “Peter where have you been? Ive been calling and calling..” May’s voice faded causing you to get up and slowly make your way over to the kitchen by the door. “Peter what happened?” there was a pause before the boy answered “Nothing May, you don’t need to be worried.” You could hear through the lies he was telling “I just,” you  heard Peter sigh deeply “I lost the Stark Internship.”

Peters face finally came into your view as you got closer to the edge of the kitchen and then you saw it, Peters eyes were a faded red and his face slightly puffy with a bruise that spread from his jaw to his temple. “oh honey I’m so sorry.” May pulled Peter in for a hug making Peters vision to switch from staring at the floor to in front of him or more specific behind May, right at you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” May backed away from Peter slightly giving him room to walk around her “Y/N came over and helped me look for you, we called the police for god’s sake Peter.” You sensed the anger rise slightly in May with her growing voice. “And you never came over.” you tried to hide the sadness in your voice but failed, your eyes caught Peters and you felt your heart break staring into the saddest brown eyes you’ve ever come across. “Hey May would it be alright if i talk to Peter in his room?” May nodded slightly and you grabbed Peters arm dragging him into his room, he closed the door softly behind you.

“Peter what the hell is going on? you’ve evener done anything like that before! And why is your face so bruised.” the anger started rising in you before you could stop it, you knew you shouldn’t be this made but you were “What? Never done anything like what?” the panic in Peters eyes were very evident, he’s hiding something and you were going to find out what. “You always update May on where you are and what your doing if you don’t make it home after school,” you paused averting your eyes from Peters, you needed to look at anything but him the moment “You really worried her and me, you promised you’d stop by mine after detention but you never came, Peter please tell me whats going on?” The tension in Peters room was getting thicker and thicker by the minuet “You..” Peter exhaled loudly plopping down on his bed.

“You wouldn’t believe me if i told you.” a small sarcastic laugh escaped your lips “Peter you’re wearing Hello Kitty pants, skipped detention and lost an internship with Tony Stark, which i didn’t even know about by the way, so right now I’ll believe anything.”

Peter dragged his hands down his face and raked his finger through his hair before answering you “Fine, here it goes.” Peters head shot up attaching his gaze onto you “I’m-I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes went wide with shock.

“What?” you could barley speak. Peter? Spider-Man? Theres no way… “Ho-how?” was the last thing you could get in before May barged into the room “I’m assuming Y/N will be staying for dinner, so what do you kids want?” you couldn’t even think straight let alone speak properly.

“Could we just have some takeout?” Peter asked with his eyes still on you. “Sure, I’ll just order some chow-mein and a box of rice.” May closed the door and left you and Peter alone to talk. “Peter what?” your brain scrambled for anything else to say “I-I what do you mean your Spider-Man?!” your voice started getting louder with each word that came out of your mouth.

How could Peter your shy, dorky, adorable neighbor be Spider-Man.. It just didn’t make any sense.

Whatever The Hell We Want

The bed shifts as he carefully moves, trying not to wake me. Instinctively, I cling to him and moan a quiet protest.

“Shhh. Go back to sleep.” He coos. His voice is so sweet and gentle.

I feel his weight lift from the bed, and hear the sounds of clothing rustling quietly. I stretch and groan. When I open my eyes, I see a shirtless Bellamy standing in the middle of the room, fiddling with the belt of his pants. I smile, happily enjoying the view. My eyes scan over the muscles of his back, his strong arms, his chiseled chest, every inch of him looks like it’s been sculpted by the Gods and it is a glorious sight to see, especially first thing in the morning. He catches me looking and smirks. I smirk back and wiggle my eyebrows at him. He pulls a shirt over his head and I let out a little disappointed sigh.

His weight returns to the edge of the bed, his boots in hand he leans down to put them on. I sit up and move to sit behind him and rub his back gently.

“Where are you going this early in the morning?” I press a few soft kisses on his neck and shoulders.

“I have to check on a few things, run over some plans with Kane.” He has a tinge of morning voice, but still the sound is so masculine and assuring.

“C’mon. It’s been three days with no impending doom, nobody trying to kill us, there’s finally been just a little bit of peace around here. Can’t we enjoy it? Do you really have to go?” I squeeze a hug from behind, and he turns to smile at me softly.

“Yes, but I’ll be back, I promise.” He shifts his body to kiss me, “Now, you go back to sleep.”

I kiss the back of his neck one more time before he stands to leave. He leans down for another kiss, then quietly heads out the door. I lay back on the bed, yawning and stretching. If he says I can go back to sleep, then I’m going to go back to sleep. It’s been a long time since any of us had the luxury of real sleep. I turn on my side, pull the blanket around me, and snuggle into the pillow.

Some time later, Bellamy returns but I’m too sleepy to acknowledge him. I hear him kick off his boots. Then I feel him approaching the bed and the movement of the air makes me realize the blanket isn’t covering my backside, revealing my panty clad behind and an inch or two of skin where my shirt has ridden up. I feel his warm hands slide up my thighs, over my butt, under my shirt, as he climbs into the bed behind me. He wraps his arm around me and kisses my neck. I’m awake now.

“Mmmmmm, hello.” I purr.

“I told you I’d come back.” He says and continues to kiss up and down my neck, my shoulders, my jaw line, my earlobe. Oh, that one feels good. And he knows it, too, as he bites down on it gently. I respond by pushing my backside into him. He pushes back with a moan. His fingers trace up and down my arm, while his lips find their way to the crook of my neck.

“Mmmmm….” My eyes close, enjoying the sensation of his warmth. I turn to face him, and brush one of his curls out of his face. Our eyes on each other, he takes my hand and with a squeeze brings it to his lips for a kiss.

“What should we do today? It’s been three days with no impending doom, nobody trying to kill us, there’s finally been just a little bit of peace around here, we should probably enjoy it.” He says with a smirk, mocking my earlier sentiment.

“What do you want to do today?” I ask him.

“Whatever the hell we want.” He kisses me. I almost roll my eyes. That’s what he used to say when we first landed on the ground.

When he pulls away I ask, “And what is it that you want? Because frankly, I’d like to stay in this warm comfortable bed as long as possible.”

“I have a better idea.” His smirk could make a girls knees weak.

I furrow my brow in confusion, and anticipation, “What’s that exactly?”

He gets up from the bed and reaches a hand down to help me up, “Come with me and I’ll show you.”

I get up from the bed, and after a playful game of keep away, full of stolen kisses and butt squeezes, I finally retrieve my pants and put them on. Once I’m all dressed, I give him a quick peck on the lips, “Ready.” I smile at him.

“Let’s go.” He takes my hand and leads me out the door.

Arkadia is quiet. It’s still early and people are lazily starting to get up and go about their day. No-one notices as we slip out the gate, and if they had nobody would argue with Bellamy.

We walk a ways into the woods, not far from our camp but far enough away from any Grounder borders not to worry. I marvel at the beauty of the trees and breathe in the fresh air. Even though we’ve been down here a while, I still appreciate all the wonders of the ground, there just isn’t always time to notice it.

“Almost there.” He says with a pant, his gruff voice pulling my out of my daze.

“Almost where?” I inquire.

“Almost… here.” He says as we round a corner, revealing a cascading waterfall and a shallow river. I gasp a little. It’s so beautiful.

“I knew you’d like it.” I hear his voice in my ear, and feel his arms snake their way around my waist from behind me.

“I do. I really do.” My smile creeping into my voice.

He pulls away from me, “Well then let’s get in.” He says before pulling his shirt over his head.

I laugh and begin to remove my own clothes. Down to our underwear, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bottom of the waterfall. There’s a space behind the flow of water and the wall of stones. We enter there, a few drops of cold water spraying us as we go. I let out a little squeal and jump as it hits me, and he laughs.

“It’s cold!” I protest, but end up laughing too.

He pulls me close and kisses me, much more deeply than any of our kisses this morning. The freedom of being away from camp, the romance of this secret special hideaway, it’s dizzying. His hands on my waist, my fingers through his hair… I get lost in our kiss, my skin tingling.

He pulls away, smiling, and dips his head under the stream of water. I watch as it flows down his perfect body. Over his shoulders, down his back, trailing down his muscular legs. He pulls away, eyes closed, and shakes his head, droplets of water spattering from his hair. He wipes his face with his hand and reveals a huge grin. I shake my head, smiling, and stroke his face. He leans in to kiss me, slowly backing me towards the water. I squirm and feel him smirking.

“No no no.” I say, “It is way too cold!”

“But I’ll keep you warm. And besides, I’d really like to see you soaking wet.” Damn this boy and his sultry voice.

The water rushes over us, and I can’t help but squeal and gasp. It quickly turns to laughter as I lift my arms and spin under the flow. He’s laughing too, a remarkable sound. This is what fun feels like. I’d forgotten.

I lean out of the water, still laughing, and pull him with me. Wiping my face with both hands, I let a shiver run through my body. He watches me with a stupid smile on his face. His hand gently brushes the wet hair from my face and he leans in to kiss me.

“This is amazing.” I sigh, “Now what?”

“Whatever the hell we want.” He smirks again, and pulls me closer, hands roaming my body and passion building in our kiss.