Until Daylight Do Us Part

My entry for the @lokibigbang!!

Summary: As lady-in-waiting to Frigga, Sigyn’s relationship with the princes was that of a close acquaintance, as far as anyone knew.But with Prince Loki, acquaintances were something they pretended to be in public. Under the cover of the night, the halls and corridors of the palace had witnessed more than one heated lustful encounter. But secrets cannot be kept in the dark for too long.

Pairing: Loki/Sigyn
Rating: Mature // NC-17

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Chapter 1: Dark Is All That I Want

The balcony offered little cover in which to hide from the party held inside the hall, and her backside was still visible for anyone who ventured too close to the window. But it was enough, for now. Loki was being pinned to the wall, with one of her hands pressed on his chest and the other one inside his pants. Their kissing was needy, and he whimpered in her mouth as she gripped his cock and firmly stroked him.

It wasn’t often that she got to tease him like this. Loki was the one more often to be touching her under the tables or using his magic to tease her.

This was a treat, and Sigyn was going to enjoy it.

Using her nails, she softly scratched his balls. His cock twitched, and his hips thrust forward searching for friction. She didn’t hide the smile that the way his body responded to her attentions provoked.

Loki was so composed and smooth, pretending he was unaffected or uninterested. He was always in absolute control of his reactions, but she knew him so much better. If there was one person who could break him, it was her. And, to Loki’s chagrin, he would let her.

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The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine and made you tremble, not from fear, but excitement. It made your panties wetter than they already were, and you had to rub your legs together to bring your throbbing pussy a little amount of relief.

“You knew that little stunt earlier would bring consequences, darling,” he said as he prowled around you. “Your disregard for rules is worrisome, perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” He came to a stop and towered over you. “Or perhaps that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Punishment.”

Another rush of juices came out of your cunt. “Rules are made to be bent, aren’t they?” you said before you could stop yourself, as if you weren’t in enough trouble.

Tom pushed on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel down. “That’s your place. Hands behind your back,” he ordered while he undid his pants.

His cock was not yet on full hardness, but its head was read and swollen. You licked your lips at the sight and reached out to touch it, but Tom stopped you with a firm grip on your hair.

“I said, hands behind your back,” he repeated.

You nodded and put your hands behind your lower back. Involuntarily, you wiggled, once again trying to bring some relief to your pussy. Your panties were soaked and the usual roughness of the lace was lost.

Tom caught your squirm and cupped your chin. “If I catch you touching yourself…”

“Then I won’t let you catch me?” you said with a fake tone of innocence.

“Mouthy,” he chuckled. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

Gripping your hair, he poked your lips with his cock. You opened your mouth for him, and he shoved himself down your throat in one move.

“That feels so good,” he mused. “Not just your mouth, but you shutting up.”

You glared at him, but made no attempt to move.

“Now, that’s better.”

He started slow, his half hard cock getting bigger and harder with each thrust, until he was able to slide all the way down your throat. He kept his slow pace, leaving barely the tip of his cock on your lips and sliding in till your nose touched his skin. You moaned around him, and writhed in his grasp trying to get some kind of friction.

Tom smiled down at you, knowing exactly what was going on in your head.

“So desperate, but you know this only ends with me filling your belly,” he purred, moving your head back and forth. “Work for it, slut.”

You looked at him and nodded, sucking and licking as he moved. He praised your efforts, praised your skilled mouth around him. And you sucked harder, desperate for him to cum, for him to end this torture so you could cum too. It worked!

Tom fucked your mouth faster, his cock twitched on your tongue. You looked up at him with an expression that clearly said “pleeeeaaassseee!!!”, and he smiled, satisfied. Rope after rope of hot cum spurted in your mouth and down your throat. He didn’t let go of your hair until he was sure you had swallowed that very last drop.

“Thank you, sir!” you whimpered in a raspy voice as soon as his cock left your mouth. “Please? Please, may I cum now?”

Tom pulled you up and tore your clothes off. “I am not nearly done with you.”

It was a calculated risk to crash his class wearing a skirt and no panties, but you were feeling bratty. His voice never faltered, he never lost track of his speech, but the fire in his eyes and the tent in his pants were a dead give away. He was going to punish you, but you didn’t care, at least not while flashing him your pussy from the front row as he paced around the room.

You even dared to touch yourself before the class was dismissed! The nerve!

As soon as he ended the presentation, the class started to walk out. You stayed put on your seat until the room was empty and the door locked.

“Is this too much?” you asked, opening your legs wide for him while feigning innocence.

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing, and the rules you’re breaking.”

“But you liked it!” you said with a pout. “Your hard-on can be seen from the moon!”

Tom looked down to his pants and smirked. “And I know exactly what I am doing about it right now.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his desk. Your cunt gushed! He was about to have his way with you and nothing made you wetter, ever.

“Where are your panties?” he said.

“In- in my bag.”

“Put them on.”

Nodding, you did as you were told. But you had only pulled them halfway up your thighs when he grabbed you and pushed you face forward on the desk. Without warning, he pushed his hard cock in your cunt and fucked the lights out of you. Your moans and whimpers mixed with the indecent squelching of your dripping cunt being ravaged, and with the desk squeaking under your weight.

Your juices were dripping down your legs, and your cunt squeezed his cock. He was fucking you hard, and surely the table would leave a mark on your legs. And you lovedit!

“Don’t you dare come, you slut.” He emphasised his words with a slap on your ass.

“Please!!!” you yelped.

But he did not budge. His pace increased and his cock swelled up. He pulled your hair to keep you in place as he came, filling your cunt with his seed. Your legs were jelly, and you were trembling from head to toe, waiting for him to allow you to cum. But he didn’t.

Instead, he pulled out and pulled your panties up. Your juices and his cum got the fabric wet and sticky. You turned your head and glared at him over your shoulder.

“Are you serious?” you spat.

“I am,” he said with a cocky smile.

Using your hair, he pulled you to a standing position and fixed your clothes for you. You were still shaking, on the edge of orgasm and angry as hell.

“Don’t even give me that face. You want to be a brat? Then this is what you get.” He smirked at you as he smoothed your hair down. “Don’t you dare clean up until I get home, I’ll deal with you then.” He leaned closer and growled menacingly in your ear. “Rest assured, you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”

The sounds coming from the bathroom were easily recognizable, even beyond the noise of the shower hitting the tub. What was strange was that they were coming from Tom, who wasn’t the most vocal person. Now, his moaning was loud, and gravelly, and sexy and… fuck!!

Very quietly, you entered the bathroom, immediately closing the door. Peeking in the curtain, you watched Tom stroke his soapy cock, back and forth. His forehead was touching the wall, one of his legs was perched on the tub lip, and water was falling on his back.

He was close, the muscles in his back rippling with each move of his hand and his hips. He moaned again, on a higher pitch this time. His hips spasmed and he came, his seed splattered the walls. With a happy satisfied sigh, he finished washing himself and turned the water off.

You stood by the sink, waiting for him.

“Holy shit!” He jolted in surprise when he saw you standing there. His face turned a bright shade of red. “What- what are you-”

“Were you masturbating?” you asked.

“What?!?!” he sputtered.

You cocked your head to the side. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan this loud, and honestly I’m kinda bummed, because it was hot as fuck and I wish you did it when you’re fucking me.” As you spoke, you pulled your panties off.

Tom looked at you, still embarrassed, but your panties pooled on the floor made his cock twitch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d like it. I mean… it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Why? Your voice is like dark chocolate. And it goes straight to my pussy when you talk.” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, dirty talk was his weakness, as was being told what to do. You faced the mirror and put one leg on the counter. “Look at how wet you’ve made me, Thomas.” You looked at him in the misty mirror, and removed your shirt over your head.

Tom growled softly. His cock was half hard already. “Wow - I didn’t realize you were that… flexible.”

“I can do much more than this, Tom. But right now I want you to fuck me and I want to hear you moan. Loud!”

You turned your head to look at him and he gulped.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a little voice and stood behind you, holding your hips.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, he rubbed his cock on your pussy. The friction made him moan, but he held back.

You grabbed his cheeks. “What did I say, Thomas?”

He gulped and nodded. His cock rubbed your pussy again, and he did not hold back the low moan that came with it. The harder he got, the louder he moaned. When he finally entered her cunt, he was relaxed enough to whimper.

You almost came right there and then, but held it back. “Fuck me, Tom.”

He nodded at you and held you firmly, fucking you with increasing speed. At first he wanted to hold back the noise, but you told him not to. So he started moaning, whining, whimpering, in his usual low voice, then getting higher the closer he was to his orgasm.

He sounded beautiful.

“Fuck, fuck fuuuck!! Tom!!” you moaned.

You were close, and so was he. One last shaky thrust and you came, your cunt milking his orgasm out of him. And he came screaming. Your leg slipped from the counter and he held you up, both still trembling in the afterglow.

You looked at him in the mirror. “I need a shower now, when I get out, I want you naked on the bed.”

Tom nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

He may seem all sweet and innocent, but behind closed doors that boy is dark and dirty.

That warning fell short. Behind closed doors, Fr. Hiddleston was dark, dirty, devious, cunning, evil. Yes, evil. Something the patrons coming to mass every sunday did not see behind his facade of rectitude, wisdom, and goodness.

Perhaps he had to balance that shroud of righteousness that came with putting on his cassock every day. Because it took a very special kind of kinky to restrain your limbs to the bed and use all kinds of contraptions to keep you on the edge of orgasm without letting you fall, only to fuck you for what it seemed to be hours afterwards.

You weren’t the first, you wouldn’t be the last. But you were there now, and by God, you were going to enjoy it.

“Father, please!” you whined, tears already rolling down your face in pure despair.

“Ah, look at you, stretched out and trembling,” he said in that low voice of his.

“Please, no more, Father! I need-”

“You need what?” he teased, hovering over you, wearing a smile that came from hell itself.

“I need you inside of me, I need your cock, I need to cum on your cock! Please, Father!” You squirmed on the bed, trying to close your legs, give yourself a bit of relief. But the ropes kept you in place.

“Ask and you shall receive,” he mused, teasing your pussy with his cock, sliding it over your folds.

You screamed, bucking your hips up to increase the friction, or get him inside of you, or anything at this point.

“So desperate,” he purred against your neck. “I shall be merciful and end your suffering then.”

He finally - finally! - pushed his cock into your waiting cunt, and you nearly came right then and there. It only took him a couple of thrusts to send you over the edge. And that was only the start. He kept going, thrusting in and out, dragging his cock against your fluttering walls, not giving you a second to recover. He kept going, until the bed was creaking beneath you.

“I’d like to breed you, little dove. And by the way your cunt just spasmed around my cock, you’d like that!” He increased his pace, fucking you into the mattress. “So desperate for release, which I have given you. Now, so desperate for my cum. I shall give you that too.”

You nodded vigorously, unable to speak anymore.

Another orgasm crept upon you, leaving you tethering on the edge. Fr. Hiddleston coming inside your cunt was what sent you over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your whole body shook as if lightning had struck. You heard him speak, but his words made no sense to your fuzzy brain. All you could feel was the intense pleasure of being filled, and your cunt seemed to happily milk his cock for everything he got.

You stayed sprawled out and limp on the bed for long minutes, even after he released your ankles and wrists. Even after he cleaned you and himself, after he put his clothes back on and buttoned his cassock.

You laid there limp on the bed even when your door clicked shut, the promise of coming back tomorrow buzzing in your ears.

“The food looks delicious, but there’s something much more delicious I’d rather be having right now.”

Those words were your doom, they caused a rush of wetness to seep out of your bare pussy, and almost dripped down your legs. But you pushed your thighs firmly together.

Tom knew exactly the effect his voice had and smiled down at you. “Bathroom, 2 minutes.”

You nodded with a whimper, and speed walked out of the reception room. Once inside the bathroom, you sat on the counter and pulled your dress up. The thought of anyone else coming in and finding you wide open and dripping wet didn’t cross your muddled brain.

Tom might not have said it out loud, but his intent was crystal clear for you anyway.

A shiver ran down your spine when the door finally opened, and Tom walked in, locking the door behind him. His hungry eyes immediately scanned your pussy, and you opened your legs for him wider still.

“You look good all soaking wet.”

“Only for you, Sir!” you said.

Tom stood between your legs and kissed you. “Good girl.”

He crouched on the floor and grabbed your thighs. Normally, he would take his time, tease you, mark your skin and have your writhing before he even touched your pussy. But not tonight. Tonight he was mildly inebriated, and had been made to talk to too many inconsequential people. Knowing he couldn’t leave for at least another couple of hours, he needed to sate his hunger.

This was not the time for teasing. This was the time to bury his face in your pussy and devour you. And that’s exactly what he did.

His mouth covered your whole pussy while his tongue licked around your folds, from your entrance to your clit. His strong hands kept you in place as you squirmed. He puckered his lips and sucked your clit, drawing your first orgasm out of you.

“Do you want people checking what’s going on in here?” he purred, licking your pussy from end to end. You shook your head. “Don’t get too loud then.”

You whimpered and resorted to biting the back of your hand as he resumed his actions. His tongue was joined by his fingers, and he sent you into overstimulation. His mouth attached to your clit, his fingers fucked your cunt, playing with your g-spot. His pinky was teasing your asshole.

Keeping it down was near impossible, but if anyone came through that door, he’d stop. That was the last thing you wanted right now. Not when your orgasms were actually melting into each other, not able to ride back down from one when he was sending you into another.

By the time he was done, you were exhausted. You leaned against the mirror, your legs and arms dropping limp.

Tom looked at you, licking his lips and fingers.

“Delicious and gorgeous!!” he said. He stood up, leaning on the counter with his hands on each side of your hips. “We have to get back to the party, darling.”

“But… wait… you didn’t…” you panted, still out of breath.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he purred, and kissed your head. “I plan to fuck every single hole of yours as soon as we get home.”

“I wouldn’t disturb him during his breeding season if I were you,” Thor said, running behind you, trying to stop you. But you ignored him. “He asked to be left alone!”

“I DON’T CARE!” you bellowed, and forced yourself inside Loki’s room.

It was dark and cold, and the room smelled heavily of musk. Taking a shaky breath you walked towards the balcony, but before you could even touch the curtains, Loki barked.

“NO!”

“Loki-”

“I warned you,” he said in an uncharacteristically gravelly and cold voice. “You really shouldn’t come close to me while I’m in this state.”

Loki leaned forward, a tiny sliver of light fell on his face showing its blue color and rugged markings. Icy fear slid down your throat and you gulped hard, determined not to back out. You knew Loki was part Jotnar, and that specific part of his physiology manifested tenfold when going in his heat cycle. But he had never let you see him, locking himself in what usually was your bedroom.

“Not anymore, Loki,” you started. “I am your partner, your wife, and your claimed Omega!” You fought to keep your voice from shaking. “I am done taking heat suppressants and leaving you alone during your most vulnerable time! Would you do that to me?”

“Of course not-”

“Yet you have!” you interrupted. “I am at my most vulnerable right now, in the middle of my own heat! And you’re here…” your voice cracked. “Will you leave me alone again?”

Loki’s voice softened. “It’s for your own protection.”

You advanced to the bed, the robe you were wearing pooled at your feet as you revealed your naked body. “You would never hurt me, Loki.”

He took a deep breath and growled. He was able to smell your heat, your arousal. Your need. He could barely contain himself, and you tipped him over the edge as soon as you crawled on the bed and your scent took over his senses.

This wasn’t the playful love making, or the lustful fucking you were used to. This Loki was feral, unhinged, hungry, violent even. But, without the effect of the heat suppressants, your body was prepared for him, for his rough rutting, for his possessive hands. His lips devoured yours as he fucked you, and you wrapped your legs around him, giving him all the space he needed.

You cupped his face, forcing him to face you, looking into his red eyes and blue skin. Loki slowed down, maybe waiting for you to push him away and run. But that didn’t happen, you hugged him close to your chest.

“Breed me, my prince! I’m so ready for you!”

The pleading in your voice spurred him on. He groaned and moaned, his sharp teeth left marks on your shoulders and neck. He had claimed you already, but this felt like he was doing it all over again. Your cunt fluttered around his unusually cold girth, which grew colder and thicker. Lost in pleasure, Loki came within you, filling you with his seed, its coldness made you shiver. His swollen knot pulsed against your g-spot and sent you over the edge. You clung to his back, and shouted for him, with your legs flailing in the air.

Long seconds passed, Loki was still wedged inside of you, his knot keeping all his seed in your womb. It restricted movement, but you were never happier than when Loki was buried between your legs.

“You’re not scared.” He sounded surprised.

“I never was, my love,” you said, caressing his face with adoration. “I love you for everything you are. I am yours and you are mine.”

Loki smiled, flashing his pointy teeth. “I am yours and you are mine, my princess.”

He leaned down to kiss you, slowly at first, but didn’t take long until his kiss was passionate, deep and possessive. His knot was starting to subside, allowing him to move his hips, slowly fucking you once again.

You whimpered, in happiness, desire, love, need for him to start all over again. He took a deep breath, almost drinking in your smell. His toothy smile was not kind now, but feral.

“Oh, my princess, this has only started.”

The boy was stupid. Without a doubt. You could see it in his eyes every morning when you gave out instructions. But if there was someone with a severe case of morosexual, that was you. Everything he lacked in brain cells, he had it in deliciousness. He plagued your waking hours, and infiltrated your dreams. Everytime he spoke a word you just wanted to sit on his mouth, give him something better to do with his tongue. Whenever you watched him do a few laps around camp, you wondered if his fairly big cock, bouncing inside his shorts, was leaving his brain deprived of oxygen. And boy, did you want to sit on that too!

You had to do something about it, before he left.

His last day, you called him in your office, he was shaking like a leaf, dreading what you were going to say. He had screwed up so many times by now… It made you want to pull down his pants and spank him.

“Hazeldine…” you started. “You are leaving tomorrow and there’s something I need you to take care of before that. And I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional. ”

His eyes were blank, as if he didn’t understand one word of what you just said. He probably didn’t. Why is that so fucking hot?? The hell is wrong with you??

You stood up and locked the door, leaning on the desk right in front of him. “Are you a virgin, Hazeldine?” His eyes went wide and he stammered. “That is a yes. Are you into girls?”

He stuttered again, but managed to get out a clear, “yes.”

You smiled. “Have you ever even touched a woman?” He stammered again, turning as red as a ripe tomato. “I take that as a no.”

You watched him for a few more seconds, trying to come up with an approach. It had to be a direct one, the guy clearly wasn’t going to get subtleties.

“Hazeldine, I think it’s time you get rid of that V-card.”

“What?!!?” he sputtered, and turned even more red, if that was possible.

“I can’t help it, I want you. You’re dumb and infuriating, but you make me so horny!” you said, and took his hand, leading it under your skirt and on to your bare pussy. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” you asked, getting his fingers between your wet folds. “That’s my arousal, Hazeldine. That’s how horny you make me.”

He looked at you with his eyes wide as plates. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his usually empty head was now full of the images he had seen in porn movies, of wet pussies and eager women. You kept moving his hand, teasing yourself with his long fingers. The bulge in his pants was not to be ignored. You cupped it over his clothes and stroked his shaft.

“Fuck!!” he whimpered.

“I want to fuck you, Hazeldine. Are you okay with that?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Good boy, sit down.”

You pulled his shorts to his knees and pushed him on the chair. His cock stood tall and proud, and looked about to burst. You knew he wasn’t going to last, so you took him in your mouth, just to get his first orgasm out of the way. Which happened really fast. Then, you kept sucking until he was hard enough again. Oh, youth! Didn’t take long either.

Legs on either side of the chair, you impaled yourself with his cock. Bouncing up and down, you teased your clit, trying to reach your orgasm as fast as you knew he was going to cum.

“I can’t-! I can’t!!” His head was thrown back and he was panting, moaning like a whore in heat. He had watched his fair amount of porn, but he seemed to forget the women were the ones screaming in those videos.

You were close too. As soon as his cum coated your walls, you came, mumbling and moaning curses that were muffled by his high pitched scream.

Not exactly satisfied, but at least with that out of the way, you stood up. “Okay, that was fun!” you said, getting wet wipes to clean yourself.

Hazeldine just groaned, still laying back on the chair, half soft cock still out. He looked even more brainless than usual. Maybe that night, his last night, it wouldn’t be bad to have a round 2.

410 Smut Prompts

I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional around you.

That phrase resonated in your ears. Oh yeah, he wasn’t being professional at all right now, not with you bent over his desk and his cock pounding your cunt.

At first, you thought he was messing with you, a joke at your expense. Very unprofessional, and you fought back, dismissing his words.

Everyone knows I have a crush on you! And all of the sudden you have “feelings” for me? Fuck you, Hiddleston!

If you interrupt me one more time - so help me god!!

God can’t help you!!

That did it. In a second he was all over you, tearing at your clothes, pulling your pants and panties down. Touching your breasts with his tongue and your pussy with his fingers. In the shock you barely managed to open his pants and as soon as his hard heavy cock fell on your hand, Tom turned you over and shoved it in your cunt.

Professionalism was out the window, lost between the mess of papers that flew off the desk to the floor. His pace was bruising from the start, and you could do little more than brace yourself against the desk and take it.

“Don’t cum yet… I want us to- fuck!”

Isn’t it what we’re doing? You thought, but could not speak if you wanted to focus on staving off your release. He was close, if the moaning and grunting on her neck was any indication.

Please! Please! Please! You repeated in your head, though that wasn’t what was coming out of your mouth.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!!” he cursed loudly.

One… two… three more thrusts and he was coming, filling your womb with his seed. And you collapsed on the desk, shaking as if it was made of ice. Tom leaned down and covered your body with his.

“Still think I’m joking?” he breathed out on your neck.

You smiled and took a deep breath. “Jury is still out.”

410 Smut Prompts

mfoxdaily:

cancer mars

18+ 18+ 18+

for the love of God. 18+

mf

w/n: if paths cross once more, it’s meant to be, right?

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“Oh shit, isn’t that Hayley Robinson?” Ralph blurted out, just as Tony was about to regale the gang with another good girl gone bad story sponsored by Tinder. 

The three men turned to look at the petite woman taking the stage in the dimly lit men’s club. Like a fish to water, she took to the pole with a nimbleness that knocked the girls before her right out of the water. A hush settled in the club, allowing the velvety smooth of some R&B music to come through. 

Inky hair doubled as a shiny cloak around her bare shoulders, flaring out as she scaled the pole with minimal effort. When she reached the top, she effortlessly tipped herself upside down, locked in place by her ankles whilst her arms rhythmically moved through the air. Her frame was small but the minimal effort with which she performed tonight alluded to strength, that perhaps when undetected on first glance. Her body squeezed into a jet black bandeau bodysuit with lace inserts, a contrast against her skin, slightly cream in colour. In a series of quick movements, she transitioned to an upright position. With the pole tightly clasped between her hands, her body slowly swirled in a circular motion, limber legs comparable to two sides of a triangle. 

No sooner had her perspex platform heels skimmed the floor of the stage, her body was flipped to a horizontal positional up high. The pole was now a stabilising force in between her legs, as her body descended down in a pivot. Her arms were splayed out wide in front of her, whilst her legs were ramrod straight. For a moment, Dylan interpreted that pose as conveying a need to be saved, like Rose from Titanic. 

Dylan was stunned. ItwasHayley from school. Memories flooded him. Shit. His boys weren’t aware, but a part of him still harboured a soft spot for her.

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amelia x james

aries mars

18+ 18+ 18+

for the love of God. 18+

mf

w/n: some like it hot. some like it right now. some like it even more when they have to fight for it. this aries mars likes all of the above. 

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“Amelia? Is that you?” Cringing internally, Amelia plastered a smile on her face as she reluctantly turned around. Golden-boy Colin Sutherland was making a beeline for her through the throng of people, packed into Medium City High’s gymnasium. She’d been at this year’s school reunion for just under an hour and was throughly pleased with herself for getting through the nights sans any awkward encounters. 

“Hi Colin.” Beaming, he stood in front of her. Hair styled into a perfectly bouffant quiff, a Hollywood smile, Option number 3 please, paired with a daring, burgundy suit and a slim, bright blue tie. He looked like he came out of a magazine, hot off the press. The depth of his personality matched the thickness of its pages.

Clutching her upper arms firmly, Colin boldly leaned in and gave her, not one, but two kisses on both cheeks. With the second kiss, he lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary, subsequently keeping his face closer to hers. Amelia felt her skin crawl under his touch. A strong feeling of awkwardness washed over her and she took a step back. “Look, I’m-“

“With me.” Amelia bumped into a hard chest. The strong scent of cedarwood filled the air. “She’s with me.” She could recognise that voice anytime. The sharp edge of steel in his voice didn’t escape her either. Looking at Colin, she could see the charismatic, cheerful facade he relied on so heavily on, slowly start to dissipate as he took in the well-built, bearded, dark-haired man who flanked Amelia’s side. Shifting from one foot to the other, he sized him up. For sure, if it came down to a physical fight he was out. But perhaps, verbally he could spin this guy for a loop.

‘’Oh! Amelia I didn’t know you had moved on-”

“Moved on from what?” An ultra-soft question cut him off. Almost too quietly spoken considering their hubbub of people in their surroundings. But the message delivered was clear and crisp in intent. Speak wisely now.

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