Warnings: A LOT OF DIFFERENT MYTHOLOGY BECAUSE IM A SUCKER FOR IT. (im trying to keep the mythology true to who they are not only with their WWE personality, but the gifted beings I think would fit them well).
A/N: Hey guys! I got the idea for this fic after re-watching THISvideo, creating the summary out of thin air, and then downloading an entire Celtic Mythology book. I know I have a few other two parters I need to finish but I’ve had this in my notes for a long time now and it needed to be shared! I hope you all enjoy!
A/N: Hi guys, like I said before, this series is going to come to a halt for a little bit, but I WILL start it back up! I just want to spend time on other fics apart from this series that takes a LOT of thought and time! I hope you all enjoy this installment and what I put out in the coming weeks <3
REQUEST by LUCCEROMMA4403: I was wondering if you could write this for
me. The reader and Roman are married and they’re both in WWE as wrestler.
During a match the reader gets hurt and now she’s in bed rest to recover from a
serious injury. When Roman came back, you get heated being around Roman and so
the reader wants to make love and he’s very hesitant. But eventually he agrees
and so the make love but he’s super gentle. And maybe they get a little rough?😏
I would appreciate if you could😋
(A/N): The thirst was real while I wrote this so it’s longer than expected, I
mean , look at our Samoan God. Enjoy loves!
fine,’’ I chuckled as I shifted my weight on the bed, careful not to hurt my
right leg. I had to stay in bed the upcoming weeks, thanks to the match I had
almost a month ago. Charlotte was talking crap about my husband, so you could
figure I wasn’t going to let her get away with it just like that. Even though
everyone backstage tried to stop me, I pushed all of them away and surprised
Charlotte in the ring. I grabbed her hair and pulled it backwards, dragging her
to the ground. She, of course, fought back by literally kicking my ass and
whatever she had in store. At one point, I was laying on the ground and she
jumped on my leg too hard, causing it to bruise badly. I cried it out at the
top of my lungs but she kept going and going. Eventually, my husband and some
referees came out, removing Charlotte away from my reach. I was really hurt and
my only concern was to beat the hell out of her. My husband, at the other hand,
carried me to the nursery backstage. I was secretly happy he did, because I
couldn’t handle any more source of pain or pressure. The doctor said that I
needed at least two months of rest, which annoyed the shit out of me, since I
wanted to wrestle and do things. I mostly wanted to have some alone time with
my husband, if you know what I mean, but that wasn’t really possible since my
leg still hurts and him being overprotective.
‘’Was it really necessary to ran out there?’’ My mom
asked concerned, sitting at the end of the bed, partly blocking my view from
the TV that hung in the room.
‘’No one is talking about my husband that way.’’ I
answered fiercely. ‘’I warned her before mom, but she loves to provoke things
like this. Charlotte knows how much I hate it when someone talks bad about the
people I love and she knows damn well that I will strike back ten times
harder.’’ I felt myself getting frustrated again. ‘’She did this on purpose.’’
‘’It’s lovely to hear that you care so much about him,
but next time, think before you act darling, look where this got you now.’’
‘’I know,’’ I sighed, ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you.’’
‘’Oh honey, don’t apologize for that. I just hope you
get well soon so you can do what you love to do again.’’ My mom smiled and
stood up. ‘’I have to go now hun, dad wants to take me out to dinner tonight so
I have to get ready.’’
‘’Aw you guys make my heart warm,’’ I cupped my chest,
‘’have fun and greet dad for me.’’
‘’I will and thank you my little one.’’ She kissed my
head and she left. Once I heard the door close, I wanted to change channel, but
the remote control was at the end of the bed where my mom sat. She insisted on
watching The Bold and The Beautiful since ‘things got heated’ between Steffy
and Liam or whoever they were. I groaned loudly, throwing my head back on the
pillows and closing my eyes. As I was about to think of a way to grab the
remote, the bedroom door flew open. My eyes opened right away, seeing my
husband standing in the doorway with his suitcases, hair being in a messy bun,
wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants.
‘’Someone in this room missed me?’’ He smiled as
bright as I did. I honestly didn’t care about my leg at that moment so I stood
up, making Roman to drop all the bags he had in his hand to catch me. ‘’Jesus
baby, what are you doing?’’ He asked concerned as he pulled me close to him.
‘’You shouldn’t be walking, you should be resting.’’ He chuckled. I nodded
against his broad chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I missed every
single thing about him; his smell, his laugh, his body, his kisses, literally
‘’I missed you so much.’’
‘’I missed you too babygirl, a lot.’’ He said warmly.
‘’Now let’s get you back in bed.’’ Roman lifted me up bridal style, making me
giggle. Slowly laying me down again. Luckily for me, I could move my leg
better, but it still hurts with certain movements I made. ‘’How is my wife
doing?’’ He asked as he crawled in bed next to me.
‘’You’re wife is sick of being in bed all day long.’’
‘’I can imagine that, but you heard what the doctor
said, y/n.’’ He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it aside on the chair.
‘’You gotta rest for at least two months before you can do things again.’’
‘’I don’t care. I’m into other things than bedrest and
watching TV all day long.’’ His right
arm was wrapped around my waist, our skin touching after so long, making me
crave him even more than before. I ran my fingers over his hand and slowly
guided it downwards to my center.
‘’Y/n, what are you doing?’’ He looked at me with a
‘’Providing us both with a source of pleasure,’’ I bit
my lip, ‘’It’s been so long.’’
‘’I know, but I don’t want the risk of you getting
hurt again, by me this time.’’ He said bothered.
‘’Roman please,’’ I moaned in his ear as I slid his
hand down further, ‘’I need you so bad, I haven’t seen you, felt you for so
‘’I don’t wanna hurt you..’’ He trailed off as I slid
his hand inside of my panties. ‘’Holy shit, baby’’ Looking at me, I felt his
hand take back his own will, index finger circling my clit slowly. I moaned,
throwing head back against his shoulder in immense pleasure. ‘’You sure you
want this, once we continue this, there’s no stopping me.’’ He whispered in my
ear. Nodding was the only thing I could do since my words failed me.
‘’I trust you.’’ I said, my hand sliding in front of
his sweats to rub his shaft through the fabric. He was slowly getting harder by
my touch, groaning lightly. ‘’That feels so…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as
he slid two fingers inside of me. ‘’Oh fuck Roman.’’
‘’You missed that baby?’’ He deeply said, making me
shiver, ‘’You missed me touching you like this?’’ His fingers curled inside of
me, waiting for a response since I didn’t answer him.
‘’Oh my god, yes Roman.’’ My grip on his arm tightened
since I felt myself getting closer to reaching my peak.
‘’Let me taste you.’’ Pulling his fingers out of me, the
emptiness making me whine. Once he slowly took off my panties, he carefully
took my painful leg and placed it on his broad shoulder. I gave him a nod,
letting him know I was okay. Placing soft kisses on my inner thigh, his lips felt
like fire against my heated skin. I closed my eyes, waiting for what was coming.
He licked all the way up from my center to my sensitive bundle of nerves.
Instinctively I grabbed his hair, arching my back.
‘’Fuckkk.’’ I moaned loudly. His fingers finding their
way back inside of me while he gently sucked my clit, circling it with his
talented tongue. ‘’Jesus baby…Oh m-my g-goddd.’’ I shuddered beneath him. He
hummed against me on purpose, sending vibrations over my pussy, feeling the
effects throughout my whole body.
‘’You taste so fucking good y/n,’’ he murmured against
me, ‘’you gonna cum for me?’’ Roman asked, never stopping pumping in and out of
me with this fingers. The metal of his ring made contact with my center
everytime he pushed back inside, the mixture of heat and cold sending me over
the edge. ‘’Good girl.’’ He took one last lick of my pussy as he took a hold of
my leg and slowly parted it with his hand as he kissed my stomach. I was given
a moment to catch my breath and to get rid of his shirt I was wearing as Roman
took off all his clothes. Once he was fully naked, towering over me, I took a
moment to look at him. My husband is seriously a god. ‘’I’ll be gentle baby,
don’t worry,’’ he smiled. I nodded, giving him a smile back. ‘’Just relax..’’
He whispered as he took a hold of his dick, wiping the pre cum away with his
thumb. I grabbed his hand and sucked it off his digit, making him groan.
‘’Oh shit..’’ I cried out as he slowly pushed inside
of me. The feeling of being stretched out again after so long is an indescribably
pleasurable feeling. While giving me a moment to adjust to his thick and long
dick, he kissed my neck. ‘’Roman…’’ I whimpered. He started to move slowly,
gentle and careful thrusts.
‘’Does that feel good babe?’’ Roman grunted, careful
not to hurt my leg. Somehow, the slight pain of my leg and the pleasure, caused an amazing
‘’Harder,’’ I begged. I could feel he was holding
himself back, ‘’I need you to go harder.’’
‘’Are you sure?’’ Caressing my cheek, he looked at me
somewhat concerned. As I nodded, he wasted no time with picking up speed. ‘’You
gotta tell me if I hurt you.’’ Roman breathed. His hand moved my sore leg
further apart, gripping my hips as he thrusted rapidly in and out of me. ‘’I
missed you so fucking much babygirl.’’
‘’I missed you too Roman, fuck!’’ I cried out of
pleasure as he started to rub my clit. ‘’Oh yes, just like that, I’m gonna cum
baby,’’ I felt him hitting my g-spot over and over again.
‘’Cum for me baby, haven’t felt you cum around my dick
for so long, come on darling.’’
‘’Oh my fucking god, yes!’’ I screamed as my juices
started to drip down his dick.
‘’Yeah babygirl, that’s it.’’ He chuckled. His thrusts
became harsher, but sloppy, almost reaching his peak. Pieces of his hair
started to fall out his bun, tickling my face. I started to move my hips to push him deeper
inside of me, helping him. ‘’Jesus, y/n,’’ he struggled to say, ‘’Oh baby,
fuck.’’ Roman moaned, his left hand pinching my sensitive nipples. I felt the familiar
heat in my abdomen, signing me that I was close to another orgasm. After a few
thrusts, I felt his dick jerk inside of me. He kissed me sweetly as he pulled
out. Just as I thought he was done, he pushed his fingers inside of me again,
rubbing my clit with his thumb, making me cum for the second time. We were both
breathless as we lied back down under the covers.
‘’Thank you,’’ I said, taking his hand in mine, ‘’I
really needed this.’’
‘’I gotta ask Charlotte to talk more shit about me if
this is what your injury leads to.’’ Roman chuckled.
‘’You better watch out with what you say Reigns,’’ my
finger traced his cheek, looking in his eyes. ‘’I love you.’’
‘’I love you more babygirl,’’ He sweetly said, kissing me.
wwe can call me back when they stop disrespecting samoan god king of spears the man of the hour, the year, the man of the generation, the man of the decade leati joseph “joe” anoaʻi better known as roman “the big dog” reigns and all his 16 inches luxurious locks.. to sum this up i am tired
A Gift From God (Dean Ambrose x reader x Roman Reigns smut!)
Don’t you just love it when you express your opinion on someone and the very next day you got thrown into a match with the Diva’s champion, Charlotte? Well thanks to the Authority, you were put into a No DQ match and Charlotte thought that she was going to win, so put her champion belt on the line. Luckily for your coach (favorite diva/wrestler) has taught you a new submission move that was extreme to say the least. When she wasn’t expecting it, you executed the move and she tapped out!
Walking out in pain but with the champion belt, what could possibly be better than what had just happened?
Later on that evening, you discovered that Roman Reigns was a massause and you asked him if he could give you a treatment later on- and after 5 minutes of begging, gave in and offered you a special 2 hour…yes, you read that right…massage and facial ( wink wink).
Making your way (down town, walking fas- sorry) to the spa just past where the next episode of Smackdown will be held, you noticed the Lunatic Fringe.
“(Y/n)? Wearing grey trackies and a black crop top? I never knew you had it in ya’.”
“Oh haha, very amusing Dean. So where you heading?”
“I…have got a part time job somewhere. I doubt i’ll be any good at it though.”
I raised my eyebrow and giggled. Then i remembered that the spa treatment was due in less than 10 minutes.
“Shit! I gotta run! Good luck at your new job!”
(At the spa)
“It’s about time. I was about to get the next and last client in.” Said Roman who looked a little irritated.
I settled my bag and tie my hair up in a messy bun.
“Sorry Ro. I bumped into Dean.”
He smirked slightly.
“…why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. Let’s get you prepped up for…my hands…”
Wearing nothing but a single white towel draped across your ass, Roman began to rub his knuckles skillfully in your lower back. Saying that he was good with his hands would be an understatement. This guy was literally a Samoan God.
Biting back a moan, you shifted slightly.
“Are you OK? Am I doing it too hard?”
“N-no. It’s just that…Er. …-”
The door opened and you couldn’t see who it was but you could hear who it was.
“The last time I saw you, (y/n), was when you were wearing clothes and now you practically naked. ”
You gasped and you could feel yourself blushing
“Oh didn’t I tell you? This is the special part of the treatment. I asked Dean to be here so that we- I mean, you could have double the fun. ” Roman smirked and looked at Dean.
He tossed Dean the oil and both massaged you. Dean worked on your shoulders and Roman worked on your lower back.
These guys were doing their job well. Perhaps too well.
Feeling that you were going to explode at any moment, you gave in.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?”
“I’m getting relaxed…”
Both men laughed.
“Haha! Of course, (y/n). That’s the whole idea of getting a massage!”
“No….I mean as in-”
You sat up and turned around, exposing your breasts. Ro licked his lips slightly and Dean stifled a gasp. Leaving you fully on display, you threw the towel on the floor and opened your legs, showing the wetness oozing down onto the table.
“Holy shit….” Dean stepped closer.
“Mmm….” Ro got behind you and rubbed your arms gently.
“I don’t care how hard or rough you are, just fuck me!”
With that you were pushed on your back. Both men were now stripped of their uniforms and their bodies….Lord, forgive me for my sinful thoughts….
Dean was positioned behind your head so you could, if you wanted to, suck his cock. Ro on the other hand-
His hands were one thing but bitch, his tongue?
He traced your clit, which was throbbing, teasingly making you wiggle slightly under his touch. This amused him and so, he inserted his fingers.
“Don’t leave me hanging, (y/n)….”
You looked up and saw Dean’s cock. Using your hands, you took in all of his length and fondled his balls.
“God- if I had known how good your mouth was, I would have come to you sooner….shit….”
Moans were heard throughout the room. Good job no-one was here, so you can be as vocal as you want.
You felt a build - up of pressure in your stomach and moaned loudly, sending vibrations through Dean’s cock.
“Oh! You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that!”
Dean pulled out his dick out of your mouth and Ro removed his tongue and began to finger fuck you like crazy.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for us, baby girl? That’s right, cum all over my fingers~”
Releasing your orgasm felt like you had built up for decades.
That had left you completely breathless.
“I want a piece of that pussy, Ro- so let me at it!”
Dean turned you over so you were on your hands and knees.
“Ro~ I want to suck your cock…”
“What’s that baby girl?”
“I said I want to suck your big…hard….cock..”
Smirking, he stepped forwards and put his cock in front of your face. You felt naughty so you teased Ro by licking the head slowly.
For a brief second, you giggled but the next thing you knew, Dean had entered you completely. Your pussy stretched around his dick and your mouth was a perfect ‘O’ shape.
That gave Ro the perfect opportunity to thrust his dick in your mouth.
Dean was fucking into you so hard, he would have start to be called “The Lunatic Thruster” as well as “The Lunatic Fringe”.
Ro licked his lips as you sent vibrations down his length, which was becoming more sore as he wanted to release soon.
Both men were moaning and breathing heavily. As for you, you were gagging, moaning and breathing heavily.
That same pressure was building up inside you again. Dean could sense you weren’t going to last long…cause neither was he.
“Can’t hold it much longer-!”
“Neither can I, Uce!”
Grunts eventually became sexy guttural moans as their thick hot loads were released in you.
3 minutes later….
Ro was playing with your hair which cascaded down his chest. Dean was sitting down at your knees, planting gentle kisses on your knee caps.
You could feel yourself dozing off….
You were woken up by two strong hands on your arms.
Ro sighed a sigh of relief and hugged you.
“God, you scared me. I thought you passed out from your match earlier on.”
“Oh no, I’m fine. What happened?”
“I was about to call you in for the treatment but you had fallen asleep.”
“Don’t apologise! Do you still want that-?”
“What’s going on here, then? ”
In walked Dean.
“There you are. Bro, you were supposed to be 15 minutes ago. Luckily for you, (y/n)’s ready for her treatment now….I mean, if you would to?”
“Er…sure, it is for free.” You smiled and stood up.
“I hope I’m good at this…” Dean hung his head slightly.
You smirked and stroked his arm with your finger.
“Oh don’t worry, Dean….something tells me you’re going to be just fine…~”
A/n- so if you could understand, you fell asleep in the waiting room at the spa and you dreamed that you were being fucked by Ro and Dean….so, Ro woke you up and the three of you went into the room and then you would have done exactly what your dream had shown you. ….
I would like to apologise for my shitty Smut writing skills…. 😣
so, like i said earlier, i made it to 2,700 followers and again i wanna thank you guys for making it happen. with my personal life still on the rocks, i feel like this is the only place where i can truly be myself and i have some amazing mutuals and friends to thank for that. i would make a graphic for this mini follow forever but i’m too lazy so here’s a special shoutout to those who made my experience on this site fun and enjoyable as well as dazzle me with their much better edits & gifs. if i missed anyone i didn’t mean to, i love you all for helping me reach this milestone.
Note: FINALLY, GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! I finally updated this story!! I’m so sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long and I shouldn’t have, but patience is a virtue. This is around 1,700 words and I’d like to thank Google Docs for saving as I type, because without you I’d be losing my mind right now. So here we go!
Is this a date? Or is it simply just two friends catching up on old times? Should I wear heels? Who wears heels to go bowling? Why is this so difficult? The never ending questions kept running through my head over and over again, as I glanced at my outfit choices gracing my bed provided by Sasha and Trinity. I didn’t think that this day would come, to where Joe and I would actually come together, as adults and just talk it out for once. The last time I got ready for something with Joe, was our prom which was actually worth going to in the end. Now that i think about it, it was the best night of my life.
The year was 2003, his prom at Escambia High School to be exact, and the time was well spent. Two best friends taking on their last school dance together, matching in gold and black and just not caring about anyone else. My dress was an A-Line style with black lace over the golden tan slip like cover. It hugged my body just right and i couldn’t have been happier at that moment. Joe’s tie was stripped with the colors we picked, his suit only comprised of a gold vest: a white button up shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. He looked so good and I couldn’t believe he was my best friend.
“Well, lookie, lookie here. Is that my best friend looking gorgeous?” Joe always had a way with words, even at 18. He placed a sweet kiss on my hand as we took pictures for our parents.
“Only because my date is a Samoan-Italian god who looks just as good. I gotta keep up with him.” I winked at him, before placing a delicate kiss on his cheek which caused him to blush.
I didn’t think I’d even be going to prom, let alone with the guy I’ve been secretly crushing on since the beginning. After the pictures were taken, and the dinner meet up with his friends at The Ruby Slipper, the dance was underway and it was truly magical. With the final slow dance of the night, I was in close proximity to his body as he swayed us both from side to side, to Saving All My Love. My heels were long gone by then and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it when he held me like this.
“You know, you are actually queen of the dance with me.” He whispered gently in my ear as I rested my head on his shoulder, smiling gently up at him with sincerity.
“You’d be amazing king, you know? I wanted you to win though.” I replied while my face heated up with a blush forming, if that was even possible given my complexion.
“Why thank you, Maya. But, wanna know something else?” He rested his head on mine, pulling me closer to him, as the song changed.
“What’s that?” I closed my hazel brown eyes to savor the moment, before opening them to look into his.
The best thing happened at that point. He held my face in his hands and kissed me gently, sending sparks through my body. I quickly returned the kiss to his lips, smiling against them. He was my first kiss, which made the night even better.
But from then on, things weren’t the same.
Thinking back to that moment in time, made me second guess this whole situation in general. Should I even go through with this little outing at all? Is it worth the heartache of our falling out with what happened after that kiss? He barely addressed it after that, so I figured that I’d help him get together with my college roommate at that time. Who is currently his wife, or soon to be ex wife from what his mother told me. I honestly thought they’d be together forever, but I guess time and distance wasn’t the best thing for them.
“I can’t do this. I’m canceling it.” I reached for my phone on the desk of my hotel room, but Trinity beat me to it. Damn she was quick.
“Uh uh. No ma’am. You’re going on this outing, even if your old feelings come out. Be a grown woman and face your fears.” She was always the voice of reason when it came to things like this.
“Seriously, come on now. I can’t- ouch!” I started off, till Sasha had thumped me in the head.
“Ouch! The hell was that for?” I pouted and rubbed my head.
“You’re going on this little thing that’s not a date. Come on now.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose
“But-” I was cut off again, but by Trinity this time.
“No. Don’t ‘but Trinity’ me. I know Joe, and he has been wanting to talk to you for some time now. Come on, please?” She did prove a valid point on how she knows him, being his cousin and all.
“I- fine. Fine, let’s get me beautified for bowling.” I sighed with a smile on my face, followed by a big group hug from the girls as they rummaged through my suitcase. To find me something to wear.
During the outfit hunt, my mind drifted back to another moment in time when Joe and I last were together in the same room, beforehand. It was back in college, around junior year, when things in our lives took a toll. From senior year of high school, I always knew that Joe had a certain type. Whether it was athletic, mysterious, au natural, curvy or nerdy, Joe had a type and it was athletic. So why didn’t he pursue me in school? Because I was stuck in the sibling zone, which took me years to get the courage to even get him to kiss me at prom but still. So with all of life passing us both by, the kiss was just a burned memory in my head. As his best friend it was my job to make sure he stayed happy at all times. So I did what I thought was right by setting him up with my roommate Galina.
At that time, I was only thinking of his happiness over my own, which I always did with everyone else, but I guess it was enough for him to shut me out of his life. I can’t keeping going back to that time in my life, when all I’ll do is start crying. I guess the reason we drifted was because we both realized that we didn’t need each other to be happy anymore, and yet that didn’t seem like to be the case right now. Snapping out of my daydreaming and back into reality, my phone went off by a text message.
Hey: are we still on for tonight, or no? If not, then it’s ok. We both have busy schedules anyway, and I was hoping I’d pick you up.
Should I even answer the text or leave him guessing? I should be more mature about this, because it’s not high school again. The girls were over my shoulders trying to sneak a peak.
“Answer the man!”
“Go on and stake your claim!”
And here I thought they’d tell me to keep him on his toes. Figures they’d want me to get my groove back. So I sat on my bed, biting my bottom lip in anticipation as I replied back, along with the hotel room number.
Yeah, we are, It’s room 213.The bowling alley on 4th street right?
I wasn’t so nervous after all, it would seem. Curling my last loose curl, I smiled at my appearance that was simple yet flirty. If this was a real date, I’d still make a great impression. Naomi had picked out a pair of my Arizona black skinny jeans that fit the curves just right, along with the navy cold shoulder shirt that Saha grabbed for me. I just paired the whole thing together with a pair of Sperry’s, gold hoop earrings, a little necklace and light makeup. I looked ready to go for sure but, was I mentally ready? Hearing a text reply again, I grabbed it and blushed a bit.
The very same. Along with this little Italian gelato place that I know you’ll love. If I do remember correctly that someone love red velvet gelato.
Man he had a way with words, and just how to say them at the right time. Trying not squeal too hard with the girls, I replied back.
Well your memory is spot on. I do still love it. See you in 15 min?
Well I wouldn’t say 15, I’d say 10 seconds
Ten seconds? What could he mean- my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, causing me to look through the peephole of the room door and saw the man that’s been in my dreams for decades, holding a single red rose. Oh he’s too good.
“Well you’re looking mighty sharp there, sir. Ready to get beat by a girl in bowling?” Trying to defuse the awkward tension, I tried to turn it into a little fun.
Upon accepting the rose, I grabbed my necessities and headed out the door, thanking Sasha and Trinity for watching the twins. Descending down the elevator, Joe got more comfy.
“You really think you can beat me in bowling? Baby girl, you’re going down.”
“Care to make a bet? If I win, you have to wear pink at your next match. ” I arched a brow at him as we walked towards his truck, cruising down the road next to him in the passenger’s seat.
“Fair enough. If I win, I get a kiss at the end of the night.” Joe was never shy about the things he wanted in life, why stop now?
I was stunned by his sudden end of the bargain, but nodded in fair play.
“Bring it on.”
Was I really gonna lose on purpose just to have him kiss me? Come on now, gotta have a little more faith in me. Although his lips do look good, hell they always looked good.
No soft blanket of grass welcomed them here, only the hard dusty ground, bare and strewn with stones. No trees stirred in the wind, and there was no stream to soothe her fears with the gentle music of water. Dany told herself that the stars would be enough. “Remember, Drogo,” she whispered. “Remember our first ride together, the day we wed. Remember the night we made Rhaego, with the khalasar all around us and your eyes on my face. Remember how cool and clean the water was in the Womb of the World. Remember, my sun-and-stars. Remember, and come back to me.”
I’ve rehearsed this over and over, and over again in the mirror until it was flawless. After two glasses of wine, the liquid courage I needed, I think I’m ready. The funny thing is, I’m starting to think I didn’t need the push. Leati is what encourages me. He is what drives me. He is what makes me brave. So in turn I want to try something different. Something I wouldn’t normally do. I’ve thought about this every which way and the result is always the same. I’ll blow his mind. In the best way. I’ve caught glimpses of the sparkle of his eyes when I do even the slightest thing out of character. This is no different. This is a level up.
“Baby girl?” His deep voice calls to me from the living room.
I take one last glance at myself in the bathroom mirror, deciding that this is as good as it is going to get. My hair is pinned up in a bun. My makeup is light and natural, but my lipstick could give anyone a run for their money. Fire engine red. His favorite color. And then there’s my robe. Black and silky, parted slightly so that he’ll see only a sliver of my red lace lingerie underneath. To match my lipstick, of course. I adjust my garter, making sure the clips to my thigh high stockings are secure. I spin on my heel and follow my man’s voice. He’s on the phone, but I can’t hear exactly what he’s saying over the thumping of my heart in my ears. I do focus on his tone though, the deep timbre like a guiding force. My guiding force.
Propping myself along the threshold of the living room, I hear Leati speak into the phone “My lady and I are just gonna go out to dinner and a movie.” Gosh. We sound like such a bore. That’s exactly why I need to do this. He looks so fucking scrumptious too. He had a meeting today, so he’s dressed to perfection. He’s always perfect, but in a crisp white button down, black suit and red tie, he’s the best present to unwrap. And we match. Obviously he hasn’t spotted me. I step forward, my heels clicking along the floor now loud enough to get his attention. The boredom on his face immediately shifts to shock, then to lust. I swear I hear him inhale sharply, but I’m not certain. That’s when his eyes sparkle, telling me that this was the perfect idea.
“Yeah. I’ve gotta call you back. I’ve gotta go.” Just like that he cuts the call. “Dinner and a movie is canceled, babe.” I fiddle with the sash on my robe, drawing his attention to my sternum. I see him spot the lace in an instant. His chest puffs out and his stature widens. “Understandably. Fuck dinner and a movie.” “Hmm.” I gift him with a smirk, coaxing a smile out of him that showcases his dimples. “Fuck being the operative word?” “Definitely.” He throws his phone on the coffee table without a care, and begins to make his way to his feet. “Stay seated. I have a surprise for you.” His big brown eyes widen. There lies hunger. “More? Say less. Get over here.” “In due time, love. Don’t worry. Sit back.” He follows suit, rubbing his palms on his thighs. His fingers tap impatiently at the material of his slacks. “Antsy much?” I ask, taking stride to the coffee table and swiping up the remote to the stereo. “Very much so.” He watches as I click play and the song starts to engulf around us, his eyebrow rising on its own accord.
I drop the remote, place the platform of my heel at the edge of the coffee table, giving it a swift push so that it glides across the floor, stopping in front of the window. Neither the blinds or the curtains are drawn, nor do I care. I spin and face my man, finding him reaching for me. I take a step back as I untie the sash of my robe. Leati picks up on the hint, finally sitting back to let me do my thing. The look on his face is by no means innocent. I allow the robe to slide down my arms and pool around my heels. Not for a second does he take his eyes off of me. His eyes devour me, just like I know he’s ready to, gliding over every curve, every inch of my skin. Spinning around, I give him a look at the cheeky panty of the set. The straps decorate my ass perfectly. I can hear the approval in the low growl that emerges from his throat. I reach up and take the pin out of my bun so that my hair will fall down in waves along my spine. I shake my head along with the song, tousling my hair so it gets a little messy and wild. This isn’t meant to be a neat night. Using the point of my heel, I kick the robe back so it flies back, landing hopefully where I needed it to be.
When I spin around, Leati is removing the robe from his face with an insanely big smile on those perfect lips. The hairs that frame his face in a bit of a mess now. Total knockout. Stepping forward again, I adjust the straps of my bra, making my breasts look fuller. I tap his ankles with the point of my shoes so that he’ll spread his legs. I glide in between them. My Samoan God and his hands move freely, feeling all of my back, sliding over my hips, down to my ass where he gives me a good, hard squeeze.
“Like what you see, babe?” I whisper, my voice is heavy and shaky, but I go on. “I love, love what I see, baby girl.”
I reach behind him, unraveling his bun, running my fingers through the now free strands so that it’s as wild as mine. I pull off his blazer and throw it aside. Mischief grows on his gorgeous face, giving me even more encouragement. I roughly pull his tie loose, letting it fly just like the blazer. Leati takes advantage, pulling the strap at my thigh and one on my panty, releasing them so they slap my skin with a loud snap that cracks through the music. He continues to skirt his fingers over my body. I turn and kick my heels off. Before I can straddle him like I want to, I feel his hands grip tight on waist, pulling me, slamming me down to sit on his lap. I improvise. I spread my legs over his, cover his hands with mine and place them on my neck. He grips the sides softly, with just enough pressure to make me breathe a little harder and then our hands are moving again. Down my chest, stopping at my breasts, his fingers find my nipples poking through the thin fabric. I sink into him, feeling his heated skin through the fabric of his shirt. It isn’t enough. I want to feel his skin on mine already. Our entwined hands flow down my ribs, my stomach, to the strip of my garter. And I’m aching, aching for him now. He presses his erection up against me, right at my entrance. If this wasn’t a routine I had going, I’d give into him and let him have his way with me. I push off of Leati and stand, gracing him with a face to face with my ass. Peeking over my shoulder, I watch the admiration in his expression grow. I move my hips to the beat, showcasing everything I have to offer. Just as I expected, he leans forward, placing soft kisses over my heated skin. What takes me by surprise is him biting down on my right cheek. And that’s when I lose the fight. I quickly straddle him, my fingers scrambling to find the stupid buttons on his shirt. He chuckles to himself, taking another opportunity to smack my left cheek, evening out the stings. When an involuntary moan leaves me, he finds my mouth, taking what is unquestionably his. Impatient isn’t even the word to describe me now. I hold tight onto lapels down his sternum, and pull open the fabric, sending buttons flying every which way. That surprises the both of us enough that we laugh against each other’s lips, catching a mouth full of teeth each. But we don’t care.
I’m reaching for a random strap when Leati’s hand lands over mine, stopping me. “Leave it all on.” I pout if I’m not mistaken. “Skin to skin,” I grumble. “Since we’re setting a precedent…” His hands move to the mid section of my bra, and he pulls, snapping the poor thing at the center. Then it goes flying. As the giggles cease, and I can finally look him right in the eye, I realize that what I thought was lust in his eyes earlier wasn’t lust. It was love. This is how he looks at me when he tells me he loves me. With his hair wild, traces of my red lipstick all over his pink pouty lips, shirtless, and about to ravage me until I can’t see, talk, or walk straight, I can appreciate that he is the only man that will ever get all of my body, my heart. Me entirely. And I couldn’t ask for anything more.