It’s my birthday!!! Surprise! Lol Im 38. Go ahead… Mmhmmmm. I’ve heard all the old fart jokes today lmao lmao…
Story time… Left is day 1 vs right of day 355, today, of my weight loss journey. Shirt 4xl to 2xl. Well some rare brands are still 3x. Pants/slacks 62 to 46. Belt 64 to 48. No confidence, depressed, tired, bleek… Vs… shit loads of confidence I never knew I had, mostly happy Lol (damn job), energetic, and hopeful for the future. And it wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine and unicorn glitter farts; It all wasn’t always a downwards trend. It wasn’t tear free. It wasn’t stress free. I had gains too. Points where I wanted to just give up. Quit. Just stop. No one cares. Why bother!
Point is… Don’t stop. Don’t give up. And that’s right, no one cares! Be honest with yourself. No one cares. The only 1 that should care about you is YOU! Dont live, feed off of others. Do your own thing! And.. So what if you have a 2+lb gain this week. The weight loss journey is like driving on the interstate. You’ll make up for lost time… Just kick it into over drive now or later after a little break. You WILL get there. I’m proof of that. Just believe in yourself. Give yourself mini goals. And 1 realistic major goal. My 1 year was -100lbs. Obviously, I passed that! -138!!!! Just… 1-2 pounds a week. That’s all. The rest will follow. Do it on you own time. Your own goals. Your own rules. Don’t be an expert. I’m not an expert. Never stop learning. Play with your body. Learn. Explore yourself. Try new things. You will be great at it. Trust me! Just believe in yourself. Accept your flaws. Keep moving forward! Like the Marines say, “embrace the suck, and keep fucking moving!”
I’m gonna have some chocolate cake… Because I can! *Cheesey smile* 😛 y'all have a great night! Muah 🍀😘😜♥️
The day dragged, as days so often do. No rest for the weary, and Jamie was just that: weary. The unusual heat of the day drained him, and left him a sweaty disarray.
One thing kept his mind occupied through the trials of his work: dinner. No, not just dinner, although he was sure it would be delicious if Mrs. Fitz had a say in the matter. No, it was dinner with Mistress Beauchamp that kept running through his head.
Perhaps they would talk and laugh together. Perhaps he would walk her to her room. Perhaps he would kiss her hand goodnight.
And perhaps not, but the thought kept him outwardly spritely despite his exhaustion.
A small, deep part of his mind, though, scolded him for being a fool. He only met this woman four days ago, and here he was, swooning over her like young lassie.
But, a wise man knows himself to be a fool…
“Jamie? Jamie, lad? JAMIE!” Murtagh’s dark face peered over the fencing, impatience written in his eyes. “I’ve been here fer a guid 5 minutes. Where’s yer heid?”
Jamie liked to think he hid his emotions well, but even he could not stop the flush that crept up his cheeks. He turned away, brushing out Donas’ fur. “Nowhere.”
“Lies. I ken ye better than anyone, and I ken exactly where yer heid is. Under the skirts of a certain sassenach.”
Jamie dropped the hay. “Murtagh..”
“Am I wrong?” The silence was answer enough for him. “She’s bonny enough, despite Randall’s best efforts. But it’s no a guid idea to get tangled wi’ someone like that.”
“Someone like what?”
“A sassenach, for one. A sassenach that ye just met days ago, imprisoned by the British army.”
Jamie walked up to him, boots stomping in the overgrown grass. He was a good head taller than Murtagh, but, even so, his scowl was intimidating. It made Jamie feel like a child again. “I was imprisoned by the British once. Wrongfully, I remind ye.”
“Aye. But yer a Scot. Look at them wrong, and they’ll have ye in ropes. But… she’s English.”
“So?” Jamie asked, petulantly.
“So… they dinna just arrest their own without some sort of cause. A grievous crime, or some such.” Jamie didn’t answer. He didn’t have anything to say. “Think about it.”
“She’s no dangerous,” Jamie blurted.
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Who can say? Did ye happen to notice the ring on her finger? But no mention of a husband to send her to?”
And it’s a fool that thinks himself to be wise…
Murtagh’s words wrapped tendrils of doubt around Jamie’s mind. How could he be so sure? He knew her even less than Jamie did!
No matter how he tried to convince himself, the doubt still remained, sticking in his brain like a cocklebur. He almost didn’t return to the hall for dinner.
But, he did. Searching, his eyes immediately found Claire, a bright light in the orange fire glow. Without a thought, he began toward her.
She seemed startled to see him, but nonetheless pleased. “Jamie! Please sit. Sit!” She motioned to the empty space beside her. “Are you alright?”
Was his worry so apparent on his face? He fixed his face into a mask, one of carefree contentment. “Aye! I’m fine, Mistress. A bit tired, is all.”
“Long day, then?”
He took a bite of stew. “Mhmm. Very hot, too.”
“Yes, it was quite lovely. I spent most of my day outside.”
He had almost forgot. “How was yer meeting with Colum, by the way?”
She was interrupted by a dark figure appearing in front of them. He looked back and forth between the two of them before letting out an undignified “Hmph,” and sitting down.
“And hello to ye too, Murtagh.”
His mustache twitched. “Hmph.”
Claire pivoted, turning slightly away from the two men. That conversation was over.
“Let me walk ye to yer room.”
“Are you implying I’m drunk?”
“Nay. I just want to see ye safe. Many men would be happy to meet an unsuspecting sassenach in the dark.”
“Quite the gentleman.”
“When I want to be.”
Jamie and Claire began the winding journey up to her room. Of course, Jamie did want to see her safe, but he also wanted to keep talking to her.
“Your godfather doesn’t like me much, I noticed.”
“Murtagh doesna like anyone much, even me… How did ye ken he was my godfather? Did Mrs. Fitz tell ye that as well?”
She giggled, a symptom of her slight intoxication. “No, no. I heard you call him goistidh once.”
“Ahh, that’s right. The sassenach with the Gaidhlig.”
She nodded carefully. “Mmhmmmm.”
“How did ye come about that, anyway?”
Her eyes narrowed, fingers twitches in concentration. “Well, my parent died when I was very young. No, it’s okay,” she interrupted when she saw his mouth open. “I don’t remember them much. My uncle raised me, and he lived in Scotland. He said I must learn the language of the people. At least some of it. He died when I was 16. My husband taught me the rest. He’s a teacher, knew a lot about Scotland.”
“And where is yer husband now?”
Sorrow clouded her face. “Oh. He… he died. About a year ago.”
Murtagh was right. She had a dead husband. But he couldn’t think about that now. All he could think about was the woman in front of him, tears dripping from her eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry, lass…”
He crushed her to him, hoping to keep her together with sheer force of will. “Thank you.” He voice was muffled by his coat. “There was… nothing to be done about it.”
“What do ye mean?”
She pulled away, cheeks reddened. “It was… his heart just gave out. I couldn’t save him.”
“Of course not, lass. No one could have.”
She didn’t look convinced. “Perhaps not.”
“I didna mean to bring up a sore subject. Ye should get yer rest.”
Claire seemed surprised to be at her door. “Yes. Thank you for… everything.”
“No trouble, lass.”
“You say that a lot. That it’s no trouble.”
“And I suppose it isn’t.” He bowed his head slightly in her direction. “Goodnight, Mistress.”
Jamie knew that the awful things Murtagh predicted about her weren’t true. At all. She was sad, and broken- hearted about her departed husband. No one could fake that, no matter how impressive their acting may be. And Claire was no actress, her face a glass window to her mind.
“Spencer we shouldn’t do this. Not at work”
You whispered to him as he ran his hand along your thigh.
“But I want you….right here and now.” He breathed onto your neck and kissed you lightly. His lips made you shiver and let out a gasp of air.
You felt is arms wrap around your thighs and hoist you up onto his waist and your back against the wall.
His lips pressed onto yours and made you moan.
“Shhhh you have to be quite”
Reid chuckled as you covered your mouth with your hand.
He placed kisses along your neck and down to your breasts, playfully biting your left breast.
You moaned louder and moved your hips into his crotch.
Spencer moaned into your breast trying to stay quite.
His fingers lingered at the bottom of your skirt. Teasing you like he always does.
You whined in complaint and moved your hips harder into him.
“Now look who wants to do it at work” Spencer smirked at you.
He lifted your skirt and pressed his hard crotch against you.
You reached down pulling at his pants and boxers, finally releasing his hard member.
You felt his postion himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside you. Your walls clenched onto him and made you moan from the pleasure. “Fuck! Spencer!”
His hand covered your mouth as he pounded harder into you.
“I am about to-” Spencer releasead inside of you, making you cum also.
“Fuck Spencer…that…was amazing” You were out of breath.
Spencer let your feet touch the ground, tugging your skirt back to how is was.
He then pulled up his pants and gave a little laugh.
Spencer pulled you in for another deep passionate kiss.
“I suppose we better get back to work.” He sighed.
You huffed “ Damn work. I want to continue this.” You pointed between you both.
“Well…” Spencer grabbed your waist. “Why don’t we continue this..all night…after work?”
Your grin widened and you kissed his cheek.
“Well..I will look forward to that.”
You tugged on his tie kissing him again.
Your kiss was interuppted by a knock on the door.
Your eyes widened as you looked from Spencer to the door.
“Reid and Y/N…we have a case. And I swear if you have made a mess in there….please clean it up first.”
Your face went red as you heard Hotch walk away.
“Oh my god. We are so dead.”
Also no offence but that scene in Johnny and Dora where Amy kisses Jake up against the tree like ……. a) first of all Amy Santiago u have negative five chill there was literally no reason why u had to make out w him to distract the buyer, he didn’t think u were engaged, sweetie, mmhmmmm; b) oh. oh my God. Jake literally swoons. Against the tree. U can literally see his eyes flutter shut and his eyebrows crease like hes in a princess diaries film he /s i G H s/ iM DYIN HES S O //INTO IT// someone save him,
Devon grinned, the action looking far more mischievous than it probably should have from the punk currently sprawled out on the couch of the bookstore. “That, my friend, is so fucking cheesy I think I’m going to go into a food coma.” He paused a moment before continuing, as if afraid his train of thought didn’t make sense, “You know from cheese. That’s totally a thing.”
If anyone had told him he’d have become such fast friends with the owner of the cozy bookstore across from his work he’d have said they were out of their fucking mind. Yet here he was. A constant presence in the small shop. Even when he didn’t have to work. Like right now. Hanging around with all the familiarity of a local stray cat, that would always come back after food was left out for it.
Hand lifted to adjust the collar of his vest and the male rolled his shoulders after he fixed the stiff fabric. Satisfied with the look of his prized vest, the male suddenly pointed a finger towards Bailey.
“Anyway. I was promised a movie night Book Keep. And I’m cashin’ in that ticket thank you very much. Got the night off. Got tomorrow off. Let’s do this thing.”
Granted, it’d probably be much more..polite to see if the other was also free. But c’mon. The guy owned the book store. He could take the day off if he wanted right? Devon had even put aside some savings to help pay for the snackage and dinner that night. Maybe they could hit up a gas station or something on the way.
“Plus the DVD’s at work just got restocked and sorted through uhhhh thanks to yours fucking truly the other night so we’ll have a huge selection to thumb through.”
Not that..there was a high demand of renters over at Movie Hut. Nah. But it was the thought that counted clearly.
“Are you in orrrr are you in? Huh huh huh? You’re in right?”
He grinned again before biting at one of his lip rings and throwing the other a pointed look. Peer pressure don’t fail him now.