You wanted it, you got it! 

The obvious, titular song, Paradise Circus by Massive Attack- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEgX64n3T7g&list=RDjEgX64n3T7g&start_radio=1

Everything is Everything by Lauryn Hill- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5ED4_LOeEY

I can’t help falling in love with You by UB40- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUdloUqZa7w

Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V89ZjRwMlvM

I shall add to the list as I find more fittings songs for it, no doubt. For those not familiar with the story, find the masterlist here! And for those who are, let me know in the comments if you have any songs that remind you of Tommy and Darla. 

I thought it deserved its very own masterlist! :)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Big thanks to everyone for your dedication to reading and commenting on this! I’m thrilled by your responses and love that you’re so invested in the story :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five

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Words - 2,463

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

Stunned silence followed her revelation, as Darla expected.  

“But, you’re on the pill?” Aimee questioned firstly. “And with a new guy, you always use condoms until you know it’s safe to forgo them!”

“I know, I know,” she began, swiping a hand over her unmade face, sighing. “I slipped up. I forgot to take a couple here and there, and as for the lack of condom, again, I slipped up. I was drunk and ridiculously horny, and I know it was no excuse, but it is what it is. I got wrapped up in the moment, in him, and I know I shouldn’t have been so careless, but I was.”

“Hey, don’t shoulder this all by yourself, my love. He has to take some of the blame too for not wrapping before tapping,” Chantelle was quick to point out, shuffling her chair closer, resting a supportive hand on her thigh. “Have you told him yet?”

“Oh, hell no,” Darla exclaimed, wide eyed. “This is the first time I’ve said it out loud to anyone. I’m just trying to process it all and it’s only really landing on me right now, speaking it aloud. I’m pregnant. Fuck.”

All of her usual sparkle was completely drained from her, her friends noting how daunted she looked by the prospect, both jointly hugging her supportively.

“I know you of course have to discuss it with him first, but do you have any ideas over what you want to do?” Aimee asked gently.

“You guys know my feelings towards abortion.” They did. Darla believed staunchly that it shouldn’t be used as a contraceptive, that the procedure was one that while she would staunchly fight for any woman’s rights to have access to, was not an option to take lightly for herself.  

“There’s a pill you can take, you know. It just makes it go away and you get a really heavy period. I took it when I fell pregnant right at the start of my relationship with Adam. I’m unsure whether I told you guys that, we didn’t exactly publicise it but thought it was the most sensible solution at the time,” Chantelle advised softly, stroking the tears that had begun to splash Darla’s cheeks.  

“I know, I know there is, yeah. And I didn’t know that, that was a very brave choice. But for me, it just feels wrong. And god, how much I want to be a mother some day! I know at thirty-two now is the time I have to start considering my options, but with Tommy? Oh, man. I don’t even like him that much! We’re not even in a relationship either!”

“You certainly have a lot to think about, but we’ll be here every step. We got you, boo.” Laying a little kiss to her temple, Aimee grasped her hand, Darla feeling warm and supported by the enveloping of love and understanding from her best friends. They took a few silent moments, just hugging her, Darla shedding a few more tears before recovering herself.

“Okay, the weepy, woe-is-me portion of the evening is over,” she began, drying her face and kissing them both. “Let girls night resume so I don’t have to think about this for a couple of hours!”

They were more than happy to help her forget her woes, their night together resuming as they caught up on their lives, both noticing that although she tried, Darla continued to lack her usual effervescence. It was only natural that she would, taking her current predicament into consideration.  

After an evening of laughs and fun, everything she needed for a little much required respite, Darla arrived home at just gone midnight, to a very quiet apartment and her thoughts creeping back in, as they undoubtedly would. She knew she had to reach out to Tommy, but in her mind, that made it even realer than it had gotten in revealing it to her friends.  

He was just meant to be a fuck buddy, and now look where she was. Carrying his child.  

In fact, he was barely even a fuck buddy! They’d had sex twice. Well, there’d been two encounters. She’d honestly lost count how many times they’d done it throughout the marathon that was their first time together.  

“But all it takes is one time, you damned foolish woman.” She sighed. Oh, how sorely she needed a glass of wine at that moment. Succumbing to the urge was not an option, though. “It isn’t your fault I’m a screw up, tiny little thing in there.” She spoke, looking down at her midriff.  

Yes, she knew she had to act swiftly in telling Tommy, waiting until the morning before calling him.  

“You’re about the last person I expected to hear from,” he spoke upon answering, taking a pause between clients at the gym. He expected he might feel mad at her if she ever did get in touch again, but much to his surprise, he didn’t at all. His body remembered well, how good that woman made it feel.  

“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your message. I’ve had a lot on but I accept your apology and don’t harbour any ill feelings at all. I should have known you might find such topics triggering.” He felt good at hearing that, knowing that while he’d been the one in the wrong, she still wanted to let him know that she saw why he’d gotten so wound up. “Listen, are you busy later? I need to see you.”

“I’m free for a little while this afternoon. Are you alright? You don’t quite sound your usual self.” How right he was there.

“I’m not, no. I have a lot on my plate.”

“Ahh, need me to come distract you?” he laughed softly. “Yeah, I can be at your place at three.”  

“Something like that, yeah. Alright, I’ll see you then.”

A guilty feeling crept over her, knowing that he thought he was simply coming round to partake in something much sweeter than the true reason, but selfless as she was, she didn’t want to burden him before she really needed to. Her news would be enough of a catastrophe, a big enough bomb to drop straight into his lap as it was.  

In the time between, she threw herself into deep cleaning her apartment for lack of anything better to do, up to her elbows in suds, various cloths, sprays and floor cleaner, even moving the couch out to despair at the state of the dust build up beneath. Also, just under ten dollars in small change, an old chocolate covered raisin, chip crumbs and her wide toothed comb, of which she’d already replaced.  

“Mental note; stop deep conditioning and detangling while watching infomercials.”  

For the forty minutes left until he arrived, she sat and enjoyed the fresh smells throughout her apartment, lighting her favourite candles and creating an atmosphere of serenity, curling up and reading the poetic verse penned by one of her heroes, Maya Angelou. She sank into an idyllic state of relax, so much so she almost threw her treasured book in the air when a knock at the door disturbed her tranquillity.  

“Oh god, oh Jesus, help me.” She whispered, taking a deep breath and shaking her hands around nervously, trying to dispel the tonne of tension that had just hit her squarely. She could relax all she liked, but it was only a distraction from the inevitable, what she had to now reveal to the man on the other side of her door. “Hey, thanks for coming over.”

“I’m sure you’ll make it worth my while,” he replied, winking speedily. “Or, will you? Because right now, you look kinda spooked.”  

She nodded, patting the couch. “Take a seat, Tommy. I have to admit, I kinda have you here under false pretences, or rather, I didn’t correct your assumption over the purpose of your visit.”

He sat down, his look of confusion growing, a slight frown denting his forehead. “Okay.” he spoke slowly, wondering what on earth she had to say.  

Darla hesitated, having visions of him blowing up at her, knowing that of course, he could sometimes have a very short fuse, much like she’d experienced the last time he’d been there. Equally, she told herself to keep her own feistiness in check, as it seemed to be the thing that caused the clash between them. “Okay, alright. Phew, this isn’t easy, it really isn’t, but here it is. I’m pregnant. You’re the only man I’ve had sex with in months, too, so it’s definitely yours.”  

She waited for it, but it didn’t come. Instead, he looked a little wide eyed while he processed the news, Darla watching it sink in as he let out a long breath, reaching to squeeze her arm. “Are you okay?”

“Nope, far from it.”

“We were damned stupid, not using a condom. Twice! It’s as much my fault as it is yours there. Jesus… fuck. Oh, damn.”  

She had to let him know something there, so in the interests of honesty, revealed her forgetting to take a few of her pills. Again, she braced for a blow up.  

“Darla, if it was down to me to take them, I’d likely be knocking up women left, right and centre, so don’t be harsh on yourself, alright? You forgot, you’re human,” he told her, Darla feeling relieved. He was taking it as well as she could have ever hoped for. They sat silently for a time, both reflecting upon the news, Darla feeling it penetrate a little deeper for telling him, and Tommy letting it absorb fully. “So, what do you want to do? I’m assuming you don’t want to keep it? I’d be on board with that. Kids aren’t in my plan right now.”

“While I think that the time is all wrong, and to have a child with you, someone I’m not even in a relationship with, someone I also clash with as much as I do, I also cannot disregard my own beliefs, and for me, I do not agree with using abortion as a method of contraception.”  

“You don’t agree with abortion? What? Sorry, no. No. I’m staunch pro-choice. How can you say that? What about all the women out there who are raped and get pregnant from it? Or hell, just women who deserve body autonomy and to make their own damned decisions?” And there was the blow up.

“No, Tommy, calm down. It’s for me, what I do with my body, not what another woman chooses to do with hers. I’m pro-choice as well, believe me, I am. For me, though, I have a lot to reconcile, before I’m to make the choice to terminate the pregnancy, and the first step of that was telling you. Please, don’t be angry,” she sighed, feeling heavy with it again.  

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to blow up. I misunderstood, is all,” he began, sighing as he ran a hand down his face. “So, you’re saying there’s a chance you’re gonna want to keep it?”

“There is, but I think now I have your measure on going forward with it, that being a firm no, then I have to begin that reconciliation. Because you don’t want it, do you?”

He sighed, scratching his head, sitting further back against the comfort of the couch. Oh, how he’d had not a care in the world, the last time he’d been upon it. Now, it seemed, he carried the weight of the world upon his broad shoulders. “That’s my immediate reaction, for sure. Also, though, I want to be respectful to you, of what you want. You’re the one who has to either go through something that I can imagine is really unpleasant, or carry it for nine months, whatever we decide.”  

“I take from that, you could be flexible, then?”

“I could be,” he began. “We’d be signing up for a fucking tough time, though. We know we don’t really get on, so I have my reservations over bringing a child into that, I really do.”

“You’re not alone there. Let’s be brutal, we don’t really like one another that much, do we? I mean, I don’t dislike you, you’re a good guy, but you’re just not right for me.”  

“Same, so that’s where the first big stumbling block would be. How stupid would we have to be to have a baby together, bearing that in mind?”

What he said made perfect sense, all the sense in the world, in fact.  

“Perhaps we need to acknowledge our differences head on and actually respect that we’re different. That could go a long way to help, couldn’t it?”

“If we did, would you stop being so goddamned preachy? Not everything you believe is a lesson you need to instil in someone else, you know.”

She nodded, hearing him, acknowledging his words. “I would. I’m actually embarrassed, you know, about our first date. I don’t even get like that with the kids I teach, to literally lecture them, and I know I did with you. I apologise, I think nerves got the better of me, perhaps. I am like that, though, very self-righteous. It’s a fault I need to work on.”

It felt good to hear, that she knew she hadn’t behaved ideally with how forthright she’d been on that night. He felt vindicated somewhat.  

“In turn, I’m sorry I blew up at you. I’m bad tempered sometimes and that’s something I too need to work on. It wasn’t your fault, what you said was perfectly cogent, I guess. I might not personally agree, but I can see where you were coming from, and that you really didn’t mean it as a personal attack against me or my experiences with having an addict for a father.”

He paused, carefully considering his next words. “All of that aside, though, is it really a good idea? Say we got on like a house on fire and actually were dating, it’d still be too soon, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it would. And I do see where you’re coming from, about it been stupid to bring a baby into this, but I’m still not too sure about how I feel in terminating. Everything within me says no, says I know I’m going to feel tremendous guilt over it, but yeah, going ahead, it would be the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” she shared, Tommy reaching to squeeze her hand momentarily.

“You can’t be that far along yet, though, so you have time. We have time.”  

He was right, they did.  

Time was exactly what they would both need, too, in order to make the best decision for them going forward. It wouldn’t be easy, and neither were under any illusions that it would.  

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Upon Darkened Shores - Chapter Fifteen.

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“How, I must ask, did you become so talented as a lover? You are naturally gifted, I feel. You must have left a throng of very satisfied women in your wake,” Delilah asked, lying with her head upon his chest in his messy, blanket entangled bed after their second lustful exchange of the afternoon.  

“I shall answer that question in two parts. The first part is that no, I was not naturally gifted. I was taught well, though, by a woman I was with during my time in Africa. Before her, I see that I was mostly a clumsy, boorish oaf where satisfying a woman was concerned. As for a throng of women, no again.”

“How many?”

He held up his hand, indicating five. “Oh no, actually. Six now, counting you.”

“Tell me about them,” she requested, propping her head onto her palm as she looked down at him, idly stroking his chest.  

“The first was the scullery maid, the second her daughter.”

“James!” she cried, looking shocked. “How scandalous!”

“It was, yes. My father was not pleased at me for that. The third…” He trailed off there, seeing Zilpha’s face in his mind, “I would rather not discuss. The fourth was Makosi, the woman who taught me the skills I now possess, and the fifth was a whore in Portugal. As a lady, I do not expect for you to reveal the same to me, in case you wondered.”

She thought it sweet of him to say that, but had no qualms about sharing. “I do not mind at all. Two before you. The first was Jack, our stable boy back when I lived in Victoria, when my father was still alive. Oh, he would have tanned his hide, had he ever found out of our clandestine romps in the hay!” she began, chuckling at the memory of her first passions, and a very prickly bottom because of them. “And then second, obviously Charles. Tell me, though, why do you not wish to speak of the third?”

He felt uncomfortable suddenly, Delilah reading it well, moving her hand to his face. “The memory brings you distress. I can feel it.”

“It was very complicated,” he began, none too sure how she would react to the revelation. “And I confess, I fear your judgement.”  

She smiled, kissing him softly. “I am not that kind of woman, James.”

“You might be, after hearing it.”  

She could only wonder what on earth his secret entailed, if he thought she might pass judgement upon him for revealing it.

James pondered it for a few moments, contemplative, wondering if she would still look at him in the same way once she knew. He supposed there was but one way to discover that. “She was my half-sister. We began a secretive affair. We were very young, too young, in fact. Too young to know it was wrong, although we both likely did beneath. I did love her, for a long, long time, but when I returned to her, back to England, she was not the same.  

“She was not the person I had left, and me, I was no longer the same either. I used to believe that we were the same person, but I was mistaken. Time and life, it had changed us both. I know now that it was not right, to find myself in the grips of an incestuous romance, I very much see that with clear eyes, although the memory of her is one which haunts me. The ghost of her, has haunted me.”

“You speak of her as if she is no longer here,” Delilah stated, James a little rocked by the fact that was her only reaction to a piece of information so scurrilous.  

“She is not. She took her own life. Zilpha was a miserable woman, and in order to let herself out of that misery, suicide was the path she chose to take.”

“I am sorry, that her ending was so tragic.”

“That is your only take from this? Are you not somehow shocked or repulsed by my confession?” he asked, knowing that others would be.  

She shrugged, unphased. “I personally would not entertain such a relationship with a sibling, but it isn’t unheard of. It is quite common within royalty and the gentry, for example, for purification of the bloodlines. I do not necessarily condone it, but I do not judge you for it either.”

Her words were like a soothing elixir to him, one he was in no hurry to quit drinking in. “You are a rare breed, Delilah.”

“Quite right.” She laughed softly, kissing him again. She hated to check, put looking to where she had placed her pocket watch upon the tea chest, she saw that lamentably, she had to be on her way. “It pains me to reveal it, but I must be going. Know that I truly do not want to, though.”  

Nor did he, James making his protest known by pulling her back against his chest, Delilah giggling softly. “Spare me just a few more moments.” The kiss he gave her, she was utterly powerless to fight against.  

“For you, I have a few of those.” They drank one another in for those precious few minutes, James letting her finally leave his arms with much reluctance, more of it washing over him as he watched her ride away from his camp, sighing, only left with the scent of her all over him.  

“You’ve spent all afternoon corrupting that lovely young thing, haven’t you?” Bill asked, arriving at his side.  

“Do you envy such?”

“Yeah, I bloody do, you lucky ole’ dog,” his friend revealed, giving him a shove with his shoulder, James chuckling deeply.  

“That I am, Bill. Now, shall we go and inspect the cabins? I notice we are close to having rooves fully erected,” he spoke, Atticus arriving with them.

“They ain’t the only things that got fully erected this afternoon, either.”  

“Watch your tongue.”

“Why? Is yours worn out?” Bill positively guffawed at that, Atticus looking pleased with himself.  

“You will not speak of a lady in such a manner.” James warned, although the amused look upon his face betrayed him somewhat.  

“She weren’t much of a lady earlier. I could hear her repeatedly screaming the word fuck right the way down at the shore!”  

“Enough.”

“Just think of it though, old lad, the smugness you’ll be able to feel next time you see Charles Simpson, knowing you’ve had your tired tongue right up his wife’s…”

“Enough.” He interrupted, but couldn’t help but laugh too, Atticus taking his face in his hands and kissing his forehead, slapping his back heartily, the three beginning to walk toward the cabins. Thinking on Atticus’s words, though, James knew he would take a certain amount of delight in recalling everything he had done with his wife, the next time he’d encounter Charles in the flesh.  

It would not be for a while, though, the news delivered to him that afternoon by Delilah that her husband was shortly to depart to Victoria on business, where he would be gone for a month. They had planned for him to visit in the night to Simpson mansion three night’s from then, once all of the house staff were asleep, Delilah meeting him at the French windows and pulling him inside.  

“You do not have to be quiet. I cast a charm, meaning that no one within the house will stir, nor hear a sound. I thought it best, since when I am with you, I seem to have quite the habit of making much noise,” she told him, taking him by the coat lapels and pulling him close, exchanging wanton kisses with him.  

“Perhaps for the best.” He replied, hands all over her. “For I do intend to make you howl the house down.” Lifting her over his shoulder, he gave her a few smacks on the bum, Delilah squealing with mirth as he carried her through the house, directing him to her bedroom. He placed her upon the bed, Delilah reaching for him after he had shed his boots, socks and coat, unfastening his belt and letting his trousers fall to his ankles. His rigid cock sprang free at once, and oh, how she loved that he did not wear undergarments. The faster she could reach male perfection, the better.  

“All I have been able to think of today has been this,” she began, grasping him, slowly running her tongue up the thick vein on the underside of his bulky shaft. “Having you within my mouth.” She enveloped him wholly, James closing his eyes tightly, a rumbling groan echoing through his chest. His hand skimmed through her tresses, curling at her neck, stroking her softly as he watched his cock disappear into her throat once more.  

Feeling him growing harder within her mouth had pleasure pooling within her, Delilah moaning softly around him, sending tingles throughout every inch of his cock, popping it free as she grasped the base, her tongue circling in twirls right over the tip. His hips juddered in response, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging lightly, his insides glowing with the ecstasy she evoked with her talents.  

He pulsed strongly in her throat, Delilah tightening her lips around him, squeezing and releasing the pressure all the way back up his shaft slowly, the noise he made in response all deep gravel, arrowing straight to her cunt. She added her hand to drag the length of him, following her mouth up and down, squeezing the base while her tongue ran back and forth over the head of him, making his hips buck against her deft grip.  

He felt himself starting to escalate rapidly, overwhelmed by the sparks she ignited within him. Quite simply, it was the best blowjob he’d ever received. She knew exactly how to harness a man’s pleasure.  His chest began to rise and fall faster, his arousal growing exponentially, his heart starting to beat more rapidly as his hands tangled in her hair. She sensed it, moving her mouth quicker upon him, chasing him to the finish he felt throbbing in heated waves through his groin, a guttural groan the precursor to him spilling into the back of her throat, her nails running down his back at the exact same time guaranteeing his release was even sweeter.  

He caught his breath, stroking her top lip as she looked up at him, slightly flushed, so beautiful his chest throbbed. “Get on your fucking back.”  

“Yes, sir.” she purred, watching him remove his shirt before his body covered hers, burying his mouth as the side of her neck.  

“For that, you shall be eaten alive, young lady.”

“You make it sound like such would be unwelcome.”

He smirked, tongue gliding over her tattoos. “It might be, for I plan to have my mouth around your cunt for so long over the course of the night, you will be begging me to stop.”

She wasn’t convinced that such a prospect would illicit that kind of response. Especially not after feeling him take that first, hungry suck at her. “So pretty.” He murmured, looking at her closely, thumbing the hood of her clit to make it stand out before beginning to flick his tongue over it in a slow beat. Her blissful gasp as he did so tore a shiver right through him, her hands coming to rest as the sides of his head, nails trailing over his shortly shaved hair.  

Sucking at her gently, he groaned happily, the taste of her like sharp honey against his tongue, letting her go with a little pop and a happy rumble of laughter. 

“What is amusing?” she asked.

“I think I had begun to forget just how much I enjoyed doing this. It’s been a while.”

“I can imagine you left the Portuguese whore extremely satisfied.”

He snorted a little, looking up at her. “Yes. She almost paid me.”

She couldn’t help but burst into laughter, trying to calm herself again but having no such luck, giggling away until the ministrations of his mouth made her mirth subside, evoking nothing but the softest, sweetest moans once more. Her back arched in response to him slipping two fingers into her heat, pushing firmly, trawling in and out of her soaking centre as his tongue circled at her bud.  

Kissing his way back up her body, she felt warmth coiling beneath her skin, moving so she was side on to him, her hands trawling his broad chest as his mouth reached her throat. The pleasure was biting and all-consuming, Delilah quaking against him as the heat fizzed right through to her bones, overcome by him and his substantial prowess.  

A gruff grunt poured from his mouth to hers as they kissed hungrily, her walls fluttering around his fingers, his cock sumptuously rigid against her stomach. Her hand moved to assist with that, squeezing his shaft, her thumb stroking the head, spreading seeping pre cum around.  

His hips tremored, his fingers digging inside her harder, her mouth at his neck, gently nipping at the broad column, James clasping her face to return her mouth to his before pausing to gaze at her. She was so beautiful to him. It made the moment exponentially more intimate, torridness rolling through them as they resumed those fiery kisses once more.  

The drag of his fingertips against her walls jolted her, his cock keen against her hand, seeping onto her hip as she pulled at his shaft deftly. Lowering his head, he gently bit at the stiffened peaks of her nipples, tongue swiping a line up her chest, over her neck and into her mouth again.  

He kissed her slow and dirty, a brief, rumbled moan vibrating through his throat, hardness twitching in her grasp. Pulling his fingers from her, she fluttered around the emptiness, guiding him to her entrance, her mouth falling agape when he pushed to fill her.  

Biting his lip, she felt herself yield to him, crying out softly at the glimmers evoked from such a delicious stretch around his girth. It made his insides throb, such a helpless little gasp, his lips crushing against hers, tongues swirling, her arms clasping around him tightly as he turned her onto her back. He moved within her skilfully, making pleasure streak up her spine, her legs bracketing his waist, squeezing hard.  

With his cock dragging sparks through her walls, his breathing heavy against her neck, her nails trawling red marks down his back to join the others she often inflicted upon him, their bodies rocked together sublimely in grinding, heated union, the air heavy with the sounds of their lust. It might only have been their third occasion together, but for Delilah, the intimacy between them was unmatched. She truly connected with him, more than physically.  

This was no more apparent than when he began to chant, words to add to the moment, evoking the energies between them, the eroticism growing, Delilah joining him as through the vodun, their arousal bloomed even more wildly. Using magic during sex was a first for her, and by the Loa, was it magmatic. That energy conjured, coursing through them, it did nothing but escalate.  

As he thrust into her with more intent behind his movements, she felt herself entwining with him, the magic of her spirit finding his, winding around it, like two ropes coiling around one another. She was vaguely aware of a storm beginning outside, the thunder rolling over the clouds as a low rumble, her bedroom flashing with blue light as rain pattered against the windows.

As the storm grew in ferocity outside, as did what they shared within, the bed creaking beneath them as they enjoyed one another with wild hunger, Delilah marvelling at his stamina. Jack had been quick as a typical overexcited teenager, and Charles only lasting for as long as it took for him to reach his bliss. She only ever orgasmed with him if she instigated such. With James, he would have her crying out the waves of her torrid release long before he reached his.

This was especially true whenever she was atop him, as she had moved to, the depth, the angle of his thick cock inside her had her screaming as she threw her head back, his teeth sharp at her nipple, fingers dug in at her back as he fucked up into her with sharp snaps of his hips, slowing in the aftermath, letting her roll against him slowly as she shook, seeking his lips again, all quivery and flushed.

Their bodies were blooming with incandescence, the hot velvet clutch of her cunt spasming around him as her crest ebbed away. That viscid clench made him tremble, Delilah watching his abs judder as she looked down at him, drinking him in, remembering just how perfect he looked beneath her. She had never seen a man more exquisitely attractive than James.

The sky flickered again as she leaned forward and kissed him, thunder booming as the storm gathered momentum, the pace of their union still slow and rolling, like a tempest, both still chanting in whispers to one another. She was liquid heaven around him, gently fluttering as she undulated against him, her nails trailing his chest over the thick, dark blocks of tattoos, making his skin break out into goosepimples among the scars, the reminders he carried with him of the past.

She seeped over him like a mist rolling through a valley, ensnaring his senses, so blinding that all he could see and feel was her, this moment, hands clasped to her back as his head dipped to suck her tits with a hungry grumble. He was tingling though each shiver, his muscles cording, heat sizzling up his spine as her slow roll entranced him, fucking him into the bed thoroughly.

He reached between them, thumb stretching to her clit and beginning to circle, watching her eyes further dilate, inky and lusty, her forehead resting to his as she panted and wailed.  

With Charles gone for a month, she planned to enjoy this with him as much as humanly possible. Not that her husband was on her mind at all, as her lover made her cum for the third time that night, not stopping until he’d made her see the heavens many more times, before they finally exhausted themselves into a deep sleep, the storm outside still strong in the night’s sky as they slept in one another’s arms.  

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“My god, you are so aggressive! You’ve completely flown off the handle at nothing here!”

“No, I haven’t! I just called you out on something, exactly like I did before and you don’t like being in the wrong!”

“Tommy, calm down, Jesus!”

“Nah, I’m out. Fuck this. You’re insufferable.”  

A simple disagreement in their discussion and once again, things had become heated. Except this time, Tommy was not interested in Darla’s attempt to calm the situation. Oh no. He was done for the night.  

“For fucks sake!” she exclaimed, dropping her hands in her lap as he closed the door behind him. Things had actually been going quite well, until that point, until the tainted conversation had begun. They’d fallen into a discussion about the law after Darla mentioned that her university had excluded a young guy who repeatedly found himself in trouble with the police, his issues stemming from alcohol and substance abuse.  

She had hoped he could be rehabilitated, Tommy staunchly agreeing, saying that perhaps it would be prudent to offer such to more prisoners within the correctional system, in an effort that not so many people were thrown away year by year to rot. Darla had taken a slightly different approach, believing that repeat habitual offenders, especially those who time and time again failed to clean up their act were truly beyond the help a rehabilitation program could offer.  

It was then that Tommy had blown up at her, shouting that everyone deserved a second chance, but it was only in that minute as she sat alone, that she remembered. His father had been an alcoholic.

“Oh lord. Oh, shit!” she hissed, realising too late how her stance could have come off. He’d touched on the fact that he and his dad had still had a strained, terse relationship at the time of his death, Tommy trying to get him to dry out again after he’d fallen off the wagon, but to no avail. It had been alcohol poisoning to claim his life, something Tommy was likely still quite sensitive about.  

Sighing, she grabbed the two half full coffee cups and took them into the kitchen, washing them and placing them down on the drainer before finding a wine glass and removing the bottle from the fridge. “Okay, so I could have been a little softer, but he’s so hot tempered! He could have explained better instead of just losing it!” she suddenly fumed, honestly surprised at how much she gave a shit about him storming out. He was only a fuck, after all. If at all, now, as the case may have been.

She knew she’d go back and forth about this in her own mind until she drove herself crazy, so instead, decided on one of her favourite comedy shows on Prime and settled down with her wine. Pretty soon, it was like he’d never been there at all that night, apart from when she got up to go grab a pack of her favourite sweet plantain chips and saw his boxers poking out from beneath the couch.  

Picking them up, she threw them into the machine in the small utility room off the kitchen, putting her wash on and filling a bowl with the plantain chips before heading back out, thinking about Tommy all over again as she sat crunching through her first mouthful. She felt a mixture of sad, angry and embarrassed, and none of those emotions sat particularly well with her either. Meanwhile, across town, Tommy sat next to Meadow at her place, watching a movie that he found tame but she had proclaimed to be the scariest thing she’d ever seen, Heather microwaving popcorn.  

Whereas Darla felt sad and embarrassed as well as angry, Tommy was just angry, simmering away beneath the surface, incensed that a woman so progressive could be that narrow minded. It had truly ground his gears.  

“Why are you frowning?”

He honestly hadn’t been aware. “Am I?” Meadow nodded, all tucked up beside him under her blanket, Heather’s need to have the AC on so cold that it bordered on Alaska driving her beneath the swathe of soft fleece.  

“Yeah, you have your angry crease right here.” She stroked the patch between his eyebrows with her fingertip, where indeed he was sporting a frown line. “Why you mad?”  

“Nothing, just stuff.”

“I’m not convinced this is mere stuff,” she began, ceasing her chewing of the piece of red rope liquorice she held in her hand. “Someone upset you, you only frown like that when it’s personal.” Shit. She really did know him too well, being able to gauge what had hurt him by how it played across his face. Mildly irritated was a set jaw and a defiantly lifted chin, but whatever this was, he felt it right down to his marrow.  

“Yeah, they did.” As usual, he was being cagey, so Meadow didn’t prod him for once. She knew it was an exercise akin to poking a rattlesnake with a stick. When Heather sat down again, though, using his lap as a popcorn bowl holder, it took all of fifty seconds resumption of the movie before he suddenly blew up. “Fucking Darla!”

Bits of popcorn erupted from the bowl as Heather jumped out of her skin upon taking a handful, Meadow squeaking in surprise. Perhaps random outbursts of anger were not entirely appropriate when watching something that some people in the room found to be unnerving enough as it was, he realised about five seconds too late.  

Immediately, the TV was paused. “What did she do now?” Heather asked, propping her head against her hand as she turned to look at him, Tommy’s frown deepening more than the average gorge.  

“So, I go round there,” he began.

“For your booty call?” Meadow interjected with.

“Right, and afterwards we were just sitting talking, when she brings up something that lead to us discussing rehab for prisoners who have addiction issues. She’s a let ‘em rot type, and I told her for somebody so progressive, I saw that as a very narrow-minded stance to have. She maintained there was only so much you could do in helping habitual offenders with substance abuse issues, and that pissed me off because everyone deserves a second chance, right?”

Meadow and Heather both looked a little uncomfortable, cringing slightly. “Well, she’s kinda right, Tommy. Coming from someone who works within the penal system, I get guys coming through all the damn time who I know are going to fall straight back down and re-offend, and it isn’t through a lack of help. It’s through them truly not wanting to help themselves. It isn’t their second chances either, it’s like, their eighth or ninth, sometimes more.” Of course, with Heather being a probation officer, she was a wealth of information on the subject.

“Yeah, but come on. Those guys often didn’t have the best starts in life, did they? There’re so many social factors and troublesome homelives you have to work through, surely?” he put to her, Heather smiling through thin lips. She admired his nature there, to be so charitable and understanding, but felt it was a little naïve. The distinction was stark to her, between those who intended to get clean and do well against the hardest of odds stacked against them like he’d just mentioned, who sometimes still failed, and those who repeated the patterns again and again, no matter how much help they were offered.  

“Yeah, but when it’s guys in their fifties and sixties still repeating these patterns, you have to ask yourself if social factors truly do actually factor in to someone’s decision to keep on indulging in the behaviour that leads to them doing time. Surely just that alone didn’t leave you so pissed off that you’re still brewing over it now though, hmm?” Reaching out, she stroked the side of his face kindly, Tommy suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.  

“I kinda yelled at her. It brought up stuff about my dad,” he admitted, Meadow squeezing his arm.

“Your dad wasn’t in an out of prison like a yoyo while continuing to use, or out on the streets dealing poison to kids though, was he? He was an alcoholic who tried to clean up, managed it for a short while too, before he eventually and very sadly lost his fight. Yelling at Darla isn’t going to change what happened, especially when she wasn’t attacking your dad or his attempts at sobriety.”  

He sighed, realising that he’d perhaps overreacted a little. “Me and my damned temper.”

“Yes, you and your temper!” Meadow confirmed, poking him gently with her fingernail before taking another mouthful of popcorn. “No but really, Darla isn’t stupid. I’m sure she just saw that you were triggered by it and just lost your head a little. Sending her an apology text wouldn’t go amiss, perhaps?”

He grunted at her suggestion, but it was more of an agreeing grunt than one of petulance. “Yeah, I will. Anyway, you haven’t crapped your pants nearly enough yet. Back to the movie.”  

Meadow side eyed him, reaching over to the remote and pressing play, their evening resumed. He left as soon as it had finished, thanking them for their company before heading home, sending Darla an apology text on the short walk. He didn’t expect to get a reply with it being quite late, pulling out his airbed and inflating it a little more before flopping down, looking forward to getting the hole in the bedroom floor fixed the following week.  

The house was costing him a small fortune, but thankfully he had a good few grand in inheritance from the sale of his father’s home, Brendan insisting he take his share since the Sparta Tournament winnings had left him and Tess very comfortable. ’It’s time we both put the past to some good, Tommy’ he had said, handing him the cheque despite Tommy’s initial protests borne of pride.  

When he hadn’t received a reply to his message after a couple of days, those days stretching into a week and then two, he figured it was her problem if she still continued to harbour a grudge. He continued with life as normal, the renovations to his home taking his main focus around work and going out with his friends, until Darla became a distant memory.  

As for the lady herself, Tommy was at the forefront of her mind, something she attempted to distract herself from in the weeks following the last time she saw him, focusing on her work, pilates with Aimee and girl’s evenings with her and Chantelle, one of which she sorely needed after a particularly long, tough week.

Arriving at Aimee’s house, she was greeted on the front step, but not by either of her girlfriends.  

“Hello, little man!” she cooed warmly, her squirrel friend darting around excitedly before he ran up to her, awaiting his treats. She retrieved the small container of trail mix she’d packed especially for him in her bag, crouching down to offer him a small handful. “You are so cute, yes! I’m thinking I should give you a name, but what?”

“Hey! Stop feeding the pooper and get your ass back here!” Aimee called, the back gate opening to reveal her, looking unimpressed at Darla’s growing friendship with the small creature she still believed hated her.  

“I gotta go, tiny. You take care, though. Avoid cars and big dogs. Cats too!” giving him a little scratch on his back, she emptied out a little more of the trail mix onto the path for him, placing the container back into her bag before joining her friends, greeting Aimee with a kiss, Chantelle too as she exited the kitchen with a large bowl of chips and a charcuterie board, a little section of vegan treats walled off by a bunch of grapes especially for her.  

“I had a taste of that vegan brie just now, it’s actually quite good!” she enthused as Darla sat down, nodding enthusiastically.

“It really is! Once you get past the fact it smells like feet, but then again, I think regular brie smells much the same,” she observed, Chantelle crinkling her nose.

“And now I don’t want it any more. My belly thanks you for this!” she laughed, shielding her eyes from the still very bright early evening sun. “Babe, you look tired. Everything okay?”

No, everything was not okay, as she knew her girls would pick up on. “I haven’t been sleeping well of late.” Her confession was met with sympathetic faces, Aimee, pouring out the wine, Darla quick to cover her glass with her hand, shaking her head.  

“No, none for me, guys. It ties in with why I haven’t slept all too well in the last ten days.”

Aimee and Chantelle looked between each other curiously, the former setting the bottle down and reaching to rest her hand on Darla’s shoulder as she witnessed her looked more pained by the second.  

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

Taking a breath, Darla knew it would become real the moment she spoke it to another soul, and she wasn’t ready for it, but if there was anyone she could confide in, it was the women sitting at the table with her.  

“I’m pregnant.”

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