#thus time for a
For@whumpawoman Angstpril, prompt “bad news”.
Ridley and B are @hackles-up s characters and used with permission.
Content - lady whump, intimate whumper, dubcon kiss, noncon touch, murder mention (of a loved one), referenced noncon, derogatory language, implied noncon (fade to black).
Ridley came home from work early today, and he’s in a weird mood. From the living room, I can see him in the kitchen, see and hear him. He has turned on the radio and is singing along, like he does in the shower. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him this cheerful. He’s dancing with himself, as he takes a bottle of champagne from the fridge and nudges the door close with a sway of his hip. He’s not a bad dancer, his movements are easy and confident, with little accents on just the right beats.
His hands are fumbling with the tinfoil around the cork, when he notices me staring, and his smile seems to grow even wider.
“Princess. Get in here. Dance with me.”
