lean body

The evidence was stacked against her. The murder of her boyfriend was a crime that she didn’t commit, but the judge and jury didn’t see it that way. Felicity was preparing herself for the guilty verdict and a life in prison. Except that the night before her final trial, a masked stranger offers her another option. The opportunity to disappear, live a life in the shadows. A chance to get justice for others, justice that wasn’t awarded to her.

A big thanks to Mariah @fe-li-ci-ty who created the gorgeous cover art for this story and Aubrey @aubvi and Nikki my awesome betas :)

Rating: M

Previous Chapters: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven


“We’re turning left up here on Willow St.” Felicity directed over the comms link and he watched as she started to tilt her body to lean into the turn.

He accelerated to close the distance between them as they turned onto the small side street. Going after Vance was a priority but he couldn’t help but admit to being a little disappointed that things had gotten disrupted between them earlier.

It had been a spur of the moment decision when he had Felicity pinned down during their duel to take her in his arms and feel the way she melted under the heat of his touch.

Feel the way her soft lips felt pressing into his.

Forget the world for just a minute.

Despite all of his fears over what getting close to her could mean, his desire to be vulnerable with someone for the first time in a long time overtook him when she had looked into his eyes. Unlike with everyone else in his life, when she looked at him, he knew she was seeing the real him. And only him. Not the mistakes he made in the past. Not the expectations he was supposed to live up to.

It was the most refreshing feeling in the world.

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D,

Remember Tampa last year?

I want to share my favorite memory of that trip with you, because it was full of many not so favorite memories.

You were wearing a black t-shirt and a backwards black hat and jeans. It was the first time we had seen each other in maybe 5 or 6 months. It showed off your new tattoo and I teased you that it was my eye that you had tattooed on your bicep. I still think it is.

We went to that pirate themed bar and we sat with our friends but it felt like there was no one else there except the two of us. I still remember how it felt to sit next to your warm body and leaning in close enough to feel your breath on my lips but not yet kissing, at least not in front of everyone. I remember your laugh when I pulled away from that moment. I loved you then. 

And we had several drinks, probably long island iced teas. And then we left and went to get something to eat and we ordered something to split, like we were still together. And it felt real and right and fun. 

And you played some new Drake song on the jukebox and sang along with it. I loved you more then. 

Most days, I wish I could live in that moment forever.

I love you, still.

Okay.

K

Fifteen little gnomes
dancing ‘round the toadstools.
Frantically, their elastic limbs
flailing
around their lean bodies.
  
Getting hyped on sugary dew,
drinking from small glass cups
rimmed
with pixie dust,
and when the pixies show up,
all the flowers start to bloom.
   
The forest floor turns into
a dance floor,
filled with colour
and little giggling creatures.
   
It’s fun to look at.
  
I’d join, but I’m a giant to them,
so I just play my pan-flute,
wishing for someone
to show up with a tambourine.
   
Hoping somewhere out there
there’s another faun
longing to make
sweet music
with me.
—  Tales of the enchanted forest - M.A. Tempels © 2016
The Author and The Architect

@dontstealthatone 

Shamus had taken an Uber to his clients home, he was to meet her for the first time and see what she had in mind. Granted this was only a first meeting, and trying to get a feel for him. It was always good to make a good first impression, and his attitude as an Architect was very different from when he was at the Tattoo shop. He wore a tailored three piece suit, that fit nice on his tall lean body. Shoes were shined, and he had on a pair of thick rimmed black glasses, which were prescription, and not just to be a hipster. The only tattoo that could be seen, was the one on his right hand. Which had various geometric designs on it. 

Getting out of the car, he has already paid the man on his smart phone, and walks up to the property. Knocking on the door and waiting, bringing a hand up to fix his electric blue tie, which matched his pocket square, and socks. 

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