Emma pulls away and breaths. Her heart beats loudly in her ears drowning out the sounds of the jungle. She doesn’t open her eyes, doesn’t want to look into his and be truly lost. She breathes, short and shallow, smelling him, her nose pressed to his, his lips inches from hers. The leather collar is soft in her fisted hands but not as soft as his hair. A slight tug will bring them back together and she aches to close the distance.
He breathes, heavy and hot, his mouth open and waiting for her. She should step back. She sways closer.
“That was…” His voice hits her low in the stomach and he moves, his nose rubbing hers as he tilts his head to a better angle, inviting her to continue. Reality hits her. If she accepts this invitation they won’t stop, she won’t want to stop.
“One time thing” She hears herself saying, not sure the words even make sense. She breathes and steps away. Her eyes open, breaking the spell, waking her up. His are still closed and the look on his face… Was it disappointment? Hope? Lust? She can’t name it but she knows it will haunt her dreams tonight. She turns away before he can read whatever is written in her features.
What had she done? Why did she do it? Had she meant only to wipe the smug grin from his face? Was it only because she was feeling good after seeing Henry? Was it something else? She breathes and takes another step away.
“Don’t follow me. Wait five minutes. Go get some firewood or something.” Her voice sounds normal, but her steps are unsteady.
School’s great and so is required reading (seriously, sometimes there are GREAT books on those syllabi) but just in case you need some recommendations for your TBR stack, here’s a list of books we hope will inspire you as you get back to that daily grind of class, homework, tests, and more.
1. Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu Because every school needs more kick ass feminists.
2. In Some Other Life by Jessica Brody For the overachiever AND for those who wish they’d made a different choice.
3. The Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo You’ll have to wait until September 26th for this one, but the magical tales in this book will A. Definitely help you escape from the world of homework and tests and B. 100% get you in the mood for Halloween.
Yusss today’s mah burfday so I drew myself a pic or two to celebrate 0w0 Yoosung tells OC Amy to quit her job (she does World Hacking i.e. hacks her way into other Worlds, some of which can be very dangerous) since he’s worried for her safety. Amy is all, bich that’s mah life’s work okay, and Yoosung…well he just kisses her 8D
You were avoiding him, after you found out what happened last night there was no way your were gonna be able to face him this morning. But unfortunately for you, you had gotten called in for a case.
Walking in the room he was already sitting down, looking up at you he smiled at you like normal. Maybe he didn’t remember, and maybe no one told him. You sat down across from him. This warranted a brief look of confusion on his face as you always sat next to him. Emily walked into the room and looked between you two noticing how awkward you were, she couldn’t help but smile at you. You shot her a look that said something along the lines of ‘shut up’. After getting briefed about the case you had to go get your suitcase, you were flying to Portland, Main, which luckily was only an hour and a half flight.
You managed to avoid having direct conversation with Reid the entirety of the flight but not with Emily and Derek. Derek also knew about what happened. They cornered you in the back of the plane and asked if Reid knew “He either doesn’t remember or he is a really good actor, which we all know he isn’t. So don’t tell him.” Going back to your seat Reid gave you a look which you figured meant ‘are you okay?’ all you did was smile and put in your headphones. He knew something was wrong, but what? He would have to ask you once you got to Portland.
Why do people think Nisaka is not gay? Like literally people go to him being a girl or wanting to steal Takasaki’s kiss back. Why would he kiss Nejima when he could kiss Takasaki?? Maybe he is bi, but most likely he would kiss Takasaki if he wanted to “steal” her kiss back. Ya know, like a normal human being. Plus, every time he looks at Nejima he smiles and is clearly uninterested in all the girls around him. And every time he walks past Takasaki they literally glare at each other. If thats how you classify a romantic gaze then clearly you haven’t watched enough TV.
♊ — Sure, a conversation would have been all well and good, but the heretic had found himself staring at the others lips instead of actually thinking of something to say. So in a Gemini fashion, he simply took what he wanted.
Imagine sitting at your computer, bored, working on an assignment/watching something/scrolling through the internet/doing whatever on it. Your favorite character walks into the room and says your name to get your attention, but you don’t hear them due to having headphones on. They say your name again, but to no avail. They then walk up behind you, reach over your shoulder, pause what you’re listening to/watching, and gently slip off your headphones. They slowly pull your chair back away from your desk and walk in front of you. They lean forward a little, tilt your chin up, and a warm smile spreads across their face. They then kiss you, pulling you into their arms, making you forget what it was that you were just working on.
He stood in the center of the room. A group of fellow business men were in a cluster around him, all dressed in their seemingly statutory stiff grey suits. He on the other hand was dressed in a classy black blazer and white button down, black pants and shoes to match. Sometimes I wondered why he was even in this business or why he even bothered to attend the stuck up excuses for parties other companies held every few weeks or so. He clearly wasn’t amused by the conversation being held—he simply sipped on his champagne and nodded occasionally, briefly acknowledging whatever the other men and women had to say.
He was none other than Luke Hemmings. One of the most successful CEO’s in the country. At only 23 he had managed to graduate from Harvard, start up his own company, sit back and watch it flourish. (A/N: I have no idea how business things work so just go with it.)
“Ms. Y/L/N,” A stern voice sounds, snapping you out of your boredom ensued daze. You look up to see Mr. Hemmings motioning over to you. Sighing, you flatten out your skirt and walk towards the hoard of people.
“How may I help you, Sir?"
"When am I leaving for Hong Kong?”
“Next Friday at 6:00 AM, Sir.”
“Is there any way we can reschedule it?” You whip out your Blackberry, scanning the calender for available dates.
“Does September 6th work?"
"Whatever’s available is fine.”
“I’ll call a few people in the morning and have it arranged, Sir.” He nods his head and dismisses you with the flick of a hand.. Good timing to say the least, the smell of stale cologne was making you dizzy. Retreating to your corner, you situate yourself in the little love seat desperately waiting for the end of the party.
You had only been working under the Hemming’s company for a short period of time before you were “promoted” to being his assistant. You may be getting paid more but you’d prefer your simple desk job to having to run around constantly in order to fulfill Mr. Hemmings every need and want.
“Now what’s a pretty young lady like you doing at a party full of old men?” You raise your head momentarily to make eye contact with whoever decided it would be fun to spark a conversation with you. The voice belongs to a young man, mid 20’s, light brown hair and hazel eyes.
“Could say the same to you,” You smirk. “Well, minus the lady part.”
He chuckles softly. “So, what are you doing here?”
You point a finger at Mr. Hemmings. “You work for Hemmings? What do you do?”
“I’m his assistant.”
"Oh yeah, driving 29 minutes every day just to get him a latte is such fun.” Your sarcasm evident in each word.
“Am I doing something wrong?"
"What? No, why would you be?”
He subtly points to Mr. Hemmings. “He looks like he wants to kill me.” You look over to your boss who was indeed, glaring at your new friend.
“What’s got his panties in a twist.” You mutter, sending your friend in a fit of giggles causing more than one pair of eyes to turn towards the two of you.
“Ms. Y/L/N,” He calls once more and you sigh, turning to your friend. “I need to go see what Your Majesty needs, it was nice meeting you."
“Call James and tell him to bring the car round. I’m ready to leave.”
“Right away, Sir.”
The car ride was silent. The soft hum of Mozart’s Symphony #9 being the only sound. “Ms, at what address should I drop you off?”
"She’ll be coming to mine. We have plans to discuss.” Mr. Hemmings interrupts, his tone firm and strict, hinting that you shouldn’t argue.
“Alright then.” You mutter, slumping in your seat.
The car pulls up in front of a large home. Normally, you’d be in awe at a house like this but it was expected from Mr. Hemmings and frankly, you couldn’t care less about him.
As soon as you enter the safe confines of his home, you turn towards him, ready to start yelling. “Why am I here?” You snap, placing your hands on your hips and looking straight into his eyes.
“What do you think you were doing back there?” He replies, completely disregarding your question.
“I was doing what I was suppos-” “You were flirting with that man.” He interrupts, silencing you.
"You were shamelessly flirting with that prick!” He takes a few steps towards you, prompting you to move backwards.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to socialize at your stupid excuse for a party! I was doing whatever the fuck you wanted the entire night! Did you expect me to simply sit there bored for the entire night?”
“Is that how you speak with your boss?” He questions, raising his eyebrow.
“What are you going to do, fire me?”
“Fire you? Well, no. I can’t afford to have you leave,” He smirks up at me, closing the gap between us. “I had something else in mind.” Before I was able to ask what “something else" was, he had my arms above my head and my back against the nearest wall.
"What do you think you’re doing?” You deadpan, unfazed by the situation.
“Everyday you would come into work with your tight little skirt and blouse and everyday I had to resit ripping them off of you and bending you over my desk. Every single damn day.” He mutters, pressing a lone kiss to my collarbone.
“W-what?” You choke out, his words not yet fully registering in your mind.
“I’ve wanted you since the day you started working for me. Oh, I wanted you badly but you obviously wanted nothing to do with me.”
“Maybe because you are an egotistical asshole?”
“It’s funny, you’re the only one who thinks that.”
“I am the one running around for you day after day, fulfilling your every need. I know how you actually are.” You retort.
“But you don’t. You know absolutely nothing about me.”
“I know what I need to know.”
“Oh yeah? What’s my first name?”
“Exactly,” He smirks in triumph. “Do you still wish to fulfill my every need?” He taunts, using my own words against me.
“Depends.” You mumble, breaking eye contact.
Your hatred for Mr. Hemmings was still as strong as ever but the throbbing between your legs was stronger. You couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive and he looked like he could easily wreck you. Plus, hate sex was some of the best sex. If he wanted you, you weren’t going to deny him.
“Do you want me?” His hands ghost over my sides, feeling every curve of my body.
He dips his hand lower, his fingers drawing shapes onto the soft flesh of my thigh, sending shivers throughout my body. He slips his hand underneath my dress—his fingers cold against my skin as they work their way up to my core. He dips one finger underneath the waistband of my panties. His digit delves in between my folds, spreading my arousal.
“Your body is saying otherwise, princess,” He retracts his finger from me and places it in his mouth, cleaning my wetness. “So sweet,” he states. “Nonetheless, if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” He looks straight into my eyes for a response, but my eyes remain hard. He throws his hands in the air in defeat and proceeds to turn away.
Oh fuck it. I quickly dash over to him, tugging him towards me and instantly smashing my lips against his. He smirks into the kiss, his hands immediately clinging to my waist. “I knew it.” He growls, deepening the kiss.
His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and forces his way inside your mouth. Our tongues dance together in a perfect mix of urgency and passion. “You’re,” “So,” “Bloody,” “Hot.” He groans in between kisses.
“Back at ya. What do you say we take this to bedroom?” He simply grins and lifts you up into his arms, dashing off towards his bedroom. A trail of clothes follows us to his room and by the time he throws you onto the bed, you’re only in your bra and panties.
He rushes to push down his dress pants, kicking off his shoes in the process. His boxers soon slide to the floor as well, piling up in a heap at his feet. “Damn.” I mutter, my eyes locked onto his fully erect member.
“Your turn, princess.” He growls, eyeing my half-naked body.
I sit up and slowly pull down my bra straps. I unclasp my bra and fling it towards him, he catches it with ease. I lift my legs up in order to pull my panties down. I toss them somewhere across the room. A smirk makes its way onto my face as I watch his mouth drop into an 'O’ at the sight of my naked body. “Even better than I’ve imagined. Holy fuck, you’re beautiful."
"You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Hemmings.” You say, crawling over to him.
“You can call me Luke, you know.”
“Mr. Hemmings has a nice ring to it.” You smirk.
“It sounds nice coming from your lips.”
“Enough talk, I need you to fuck me.”
“As you wish. Lie down.” I oblige.
He hovers over me, using his forearms to keep him up. “Normally, I’d love to have a taste but I’m so hard that it hurts.”
“Just fuck me, Mr. Hemmings. You can have a taste in the morning.” You add with a wink.
He slides himself inside of me slowly, he makes sure I’m okay before he begins to move. His thrusts are hard and fast, our hips snapping together with each thrust.
He brings his thumb down to my clit and rubs fast, quick circles on my sensitive bud. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.” You moan out, the knot in your stomach tightens and you know you’re close.
“Cum for me, princess.” You come undone shortly after. Your orgasm sending tingles throughout your entire body.
“You’re so hot.” He groans, his orgasm rocketing throughout his body. He tilts his head back and shuts his eyes in pleasure. A string of moans and profanities tumble out of his mouth as he cums.
He collapses beside you and pulls your body into his.
“I’m not fired, am I?” You ask, earning a chuckle from him.
“No, you’re not. But I’d love to take you out for dinner tomorrow. We can even end out shifts early.”
“I’d like that.”
(A/N when it comes to the smut part, I suck k i’m sorry plus i’m lazy and rushing through this soz)
Jack held me in his arms for a while before he broke the silence. He pulled away and looked down at me. “Oh and thanks for telling me you’re dad is the Michael Logan.” He said sarcastically. I laughed. “He’s just my dad to me, and besides I wanted you to get to know Peyton. Not what my family name is.” I told him honestly. “How did you find out?” I asked him curiously. It wasn’t like I was hiding it, I just didn’t find it necessary to mention. “I was reading about the hotel this morning,” he said. I burst out laughing. “Oh were you?” I teased him. “Oh hush!” He told me while starting to laugh, too. “I had to do something to distract myself from thinking of you,” he said while putting his arm around me again. “I wish I could stay here forever with you, Pey.” He said softly while looking down at me. I went on my tiptoe and gently kissed his cheek. “Sadly, that’s not how reality works, you should probably get going so you don’t miss your flight. And plus, I bet Bart is already mad enough at you.” I told him. I stepped out of his embrace and took his hand. I began leading him off the roof. Jack dragged behind, groaning. “But I don’t wanna leave you,” he whined. I laughed at how he was acting. But I felt the same way. I didn’t want to leave Jack. I wished we could just stay together forever.
Later that night, I sat at gate B19, waiting for the plane to Omaha. I was trying my best to tune out as Bart lectured me about how what I did tonight was “unacceptable” and I needed to “focus on Magcon only.” I put on my Beat headphones and closed my eyes. Giving Bart the hint I was done listening to him. Sam Wilkinson, one of my best friends from Omaha who had started coming to some Magcon events with Johnson and I, was next to me, sprawled out in the chair, sound asleep. Johnson was curled up on the ground, sound asleep, too. I let my mind drift back to Peyton then. After we left the rooftop, we caught a cab back to the train station so she could head home. We stood out on the sidewalk and said goodbye. I could tell she was trying her hardest not to cry. “I’m going to miss you so much, Jack.” She said to me while wrapping her arms around my waist. “Don’t worry, were gonna make this work.” I told her with a smile. “I’ll call you when I land, okay?” She nodded and pulled me into a hug. “Goodbye, Pey,” I said to her while I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. She gently kissed back. “See ya, Jack,” she said to me before adding “Because this isn’t goodbye, so I’ll see ya, ok?” I smirked at her logic. “Definitely. See ya, Peyton.” With that she pulled out of my arms and walked into the train station. She didn’t look back, she just kept going.
A few weeks had passed since Jack had been in Chicago. We were making the whole distance issue work the best we could. Jack and I would text continuously through out the day. It definitely made school easier, given the fact we were both seniors and it was almost May and we were dying to be finished. After school, I would go to track practice but right when I got home, Jack and I would either FaceTime or talk on the phone. I missed seeing him in person but it hadn’t been as hard as I thought. It was a Friday as I walked out of track practice and to my car in the school parking lot. The weather was finally sunny and warm as it got closer to May. I glanced down at my phone to see a snapchat from Jack. I smiled and slid my phone open. The snapchat was of the blue sky in Omaha with the caption “I wish you were here with me now :(” I giggled and sent one back of the sky above me. I couldn’t help but think that the distance almost made Jack and I stronger. All those late nights spent on the phone, you really got to know someone. Jack and my true personalities came out late at night, all our secrets and thoughts. It was nice telling Jack everything, he was a great listener and always knew how to comfort me. I pulled myself away from my thoughts as I unlocked the car and got in. I began driving out of the parking lot as I saw commotion by another car in the lot. I leaned over my steering wheel to get a better look. I saw a girl and a guy posing in front of a car that had “Prom?” written across the windshield. I smiled but then realized that I probably wouldn’t get to go my senior prom. The only guy I wanted to go with would be Jack, but he had just been in Chicago so I highly doubted he would be able to come back so soon.
“Mom, come onnn, just one exception!” I begged. “No, Jack. The one exception was allowing you to go to the Magcon event in Chicago a few weeks ago.” She told me sternly. “But this is even more important. Mom, please.” I continued trying but she turned the kitchen sink off and turned to face me, I could tell by her facial expression she wasn’t joking around. “Jack. My final answer is no.” She then turned back to the sink and the dishes she was washing. I got up from the kitchen table and went to my room. I was so angry. Peyton deserved to go to her senior prom and I wanted to be the guy to take her but my parents were still punishing me for the weed they had found in my room over a month ago. I understood being grounded for a few weeks but now I was just pissed. All I wanted was to go to Chicago, see Peyton’s state track meet, and take her to prom. I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I’m going to take her to prom, I thought to myself. I wasn’t sure how, all I knew was that Peyton was going to prom and it would be with me.
a/n: this is a little thingy on finn and rae in a flirtation-ship and its got lots of banter in it i suppose?
i havent read through it, but i hope you like it!!!:) xxx
i was thinking if just doing this as a one shot, but if you want more parts, message me:) xxx
peace out and much love, flxwxry xx
“are you gonna come over tonight then?” finn asked glancing over at Rae. they were sat in the chippy with the rest of the gang and everyone was gathering their stuff to leave after their lunch. shrugging on her leather jacket she replied “depends, i’m not going anywhere near your house if you play that crap reggae you did last time” she winked. he smiled and laughed through his nose.
“that reggae is top class rae. how dare you diss my music taste!” he relied smirking, with a hand over his chest pretending to be offended.
“finn, if you think that that music is anywhere near decent i think you need to go and get your head looked at” she said throwing her denim rucksack over one shoulder.
“its better than that mazzy star shite that you put on the other day at yours!” finn said jokingly.
rae scoffed “guess it looks like i WON’T be gracing you with my presence tonight then ay finnely. no one, not even YOU has the right to bash my music taste. its the best.” rae replied confidently tucking her hair behind her ear. a moment of silence passed and finn’s face went sullen “are y-ya really not coming?” he replied pouting slightly thinking she was being serious.
she smiled at him “i will come, but only on the condition that that reggae doesn’t come anywhere near me!” she laughed and he joined in too. he sighed in relief as he thought that she was actually being serious and didn’t want to come round.
“deal.” he said, mouth still open after he said the words with his lips curling up slightly at the sides into a massive grin. they walked out of the chippy with the rest of the gang in which were paying attention to their conversation what so ever. “come round about 7 yeah?” he said raising his eyebrows at rae.
“see ya then Nelson” she winked and walked the way to her house.
it was nearing 6 o clock and finn was weirdly nervous. he has had rae over thousands of times at his house but this time it seemed to be different to him. things were moving on between him and rae and although they weren’t in a relationship at the minuet, finn had his heart and his head set on rae and wanted her more than anything. everything had changed for him after that one night when they went to the cinema together…
“ya ready girl?” finn said looking rae up and down running his tongue across his bottom lip. he was standing at her front door to pick her up so that they could go to the cinema together. he told himself that it wasn’t a date, but how he wished it was.
“yeah,” rae said smiling as she stood in the door way “MUM! I’M GOING NOW!” she called and finn only seemed to hear a mumble from her mum who he guessed was either upstairs or in the kitchen.
“lets go then” he said handing her his spare helmet and they both walked down to his scooter.
“what are we going to see then?” rae asked
“happy gilmore, apparently its really funny” finn replied as he put his helmet on
“ooh okay” she laughed and he drove off
they went into the cinema where finn was adamant that he would pay for rae’s ticket and the pop corn. she took some persuading but she knew that she would never win.
during the film, finn had an overwhelming urge to touch her. not sexually. god, he wanted to hold her hand so much.
thinking that she would see the humour side of things, like they both did together, always joking and laughing, he decided to do the ‘yawn and stretch manoeuvre’. opening his mouth, faking a yawn, he flexed his arm up and stretched out and put his hand on rae’s left shoulder so she was tucked under his left arm. she giggled and changed a glance at him “very smooth finnely” she laughed, he just shot her a massive grin which reached ear to ear.
after the film finn drove home on the scooter with rae hugging his torso. he loved riding his scooter because of how close they got to be. when they neared rae’s house, finn felt saddened by the fact the night was over.
“ive had a great time finn. thanks” she smiled
“my pleasure madame” he winked
“cheeky” she playfully pushed his shoulder. before she could pull away from pushing him he had grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him that their chests were touching - lips inches apart. finn was at shock with his own actions, but that thought was quickly vanished when she leaned in gently to peck his lips. it had cut him off guard so much that he didn’t kiss back. with out thinking he had lunged forwards and their lips had locked together. the kiss was magic in finns eyes, his stomach was doing somersaults.
rae had pulled back and smiled coyly at him. “ill see you sunday with the gang then? at the chippy?” she asked hopefully.
finn just nodded. he couldnt bring himself to speak after that.
“thanks for tonight finn, see you soon” she said and disappeared inside.
finn had just stood their for a few moments in utter shock. when he had composed himself, he had walked back to his scooter and drove back home.
the thought of rae actually liking him back make finn ecstatic. he had gone home with a shit eating grin on his face and hadnt stopped replaying the moment where she had kissed him in his head.
the clock was nearing 7 now and he had tried to busy himself by tidying his room ever since he got back from the chippy at 4pm earlier. he had changed his shirt twice and doused his body in CK One.
when he heard a knock on the door he had leaped up from his bed and stampeded downstairs. he opened the door and smiled widely at her
“good evening” she said stepping inside his house.
“go straight up to my room, i’ll get us some beers from the kitchen”
“so, what do ya wanna listen to?” finn asked getting up from his chair and walking over to his record collection.
“no reggae” she said with an amused smirk
“what ya got against reggae then?” he said curious
“because you love it, and i hate you” she said giggling, his mouth turned up at the corners into a smile.
“you dont hate me”
“yeah, i do!” rae scoffed and finn laughed a few moments if silence passed and finn turned to look at rae who was sat in his bed.
“if ya hate me, why did ya kiss me last night then?” he brought his lower lip into his mouth and but down trying to hide his smirk. rae wasn’t expecting him to mention that - oh shit. her mouth opened to explain why but the she thought of a better idea…
“why did ya kiss me back?” rae smiled raising her eyebrows.
“i wanted ta” he shrugged
“well maybe i wanted ta as well” rae shrugged mocking him. all of the jokes snd the banter between friends seemed to have disappeared in those words.
“m-maybe i-i want ta now” finn said looking directly at her.
“maybe i do too” rae replied coyly.
thats all finn needed to waltz over to rae snd smash his lips against hers. her lips were magical.