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bakerstreet2018-04-16 08:51 am
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A source of little visible delight, but necessary
 hidden relationship. The fact that you're in a relationship with this person isn't public knowledge. Actually, no one knows about it except for the people involved. Maybe you guys are just private like that; on the other hand, it may be a necessity to keep things a secret from others. Maybe you're both team mates, and others on the team would give you grief, or you're not suppose to be dating, or you're not the type to usually date and you're only testing the waters. Perhaps it's the combination of you two, possibly an odd couple, that would bring some controversy or some teasing. Or, you know, you could not want to deal with friends and relatives being busybodies. Your reasons are your own. Are you content with stealing moments to be together as a couple? Do you want to make your relationship known and the fact that you can't drives you batty? Remember, there are lots of benefits to dating in secret. You can be yourselves completely, away from prying eyes, and get to know each other better as potential longterm romantic partners. In a way, it's ideal. ...still, do you ever wish you could scream from the rooftops how much you care for your significant other? how to play.
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Theo Raeken | Teen Wolf
Ambrose Sinclair ✨ original (vampire) ✨ m/m for ship
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if you have an idea in mind you can just smack me with a starter, unless you had some thoughts to throw down first! }
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I also really like OCs...Hmmm... Perhaps he is in his last year at school? Could do, like... it's Winter Break and they meet up? Reasons for the secrecy could be partly for his age (still in school), his family (sacred twenty-eight pure-bloods) and Ambrose's popularity?
I see Jong using his birth fahter's inheritance, since he is technically of legal age by now, to have purchased his own place to get away from his step-father. And Ambrose would be keyed into the wards. Perhaps they met and started this relationship back when Jong turned 17 and inherited his father's estate? Perhaps Ambrose on tour visiting Korea at the time and Jong splurged on tickets to meet the band backstage and things went from there? As for starting, I am good either way!]
𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 ( snow white and the huntsman ) ota
Gladiolus Amicitia | FFXV Brotherhood
Moira MacTaggert | xmcu
Roy Mustang | FMA
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She diverged from her usual path, turning a corner several blocks short of where she was known to retire, navigating streets that were more familiar to her than she typically let on. Her guard was up, but not any more than it was normally--
--wordlessly she trodded up the steps to a dimly-lit, nondescript doorway, her boots heavy and her footing tired by this point. She released a small, pent-up sigh, though it seemed to do little to relax her at this point.
She softly rapped her knuckles against the door, glancing to the hand-railing on the stairway with a fleeting moment of consideration--it would be welcome relief to lean upon it, even for just a moment--but she thought better of it, not fully knowing how long it would take for her to be welcomed in unexpectedly.]
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And he knew she would come. The last several days had been arduous indeed, leaving little time for themselves. He had found himself craving her company, something beyond her title. Right now, he wanted Riza, and not his ever faithful Lieutenant, who could never offer him anything outside of absolute professionalism.
It didn't take him long to reach the door. ]
Lieutenant Hawkeye.
[ Force of habit. And rightly so, when she was lingering on his threshold. He was well known and prying eyes could be anywhere. Despite his professional greeting, there was warmth in his gaze as it washed over her. Quietly, he ushered her inside. Once the door was safely closed, he turned to her, his hand already reaching for the bag of groceries and relieving her of her heavy load. ]
You're making me dinner, again? [ He quirked an eyebrow up at her, gently teasing. ] You're spoiling me. And here I though it should be the other way around.
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She didn't hesitate to step inside as he opened the door wider for her, and she gave a curt nod of gratitude as he relieved her of the groceries.]
It's no trouble, sir. [With balmy palms she ran her hands across the front of her rumpled shirt, glancing around the room to find that things were surprisingly as she last left them - sparse and organized.
So much for finding something to busy herself with.] I always make too much for myself, and besides--[She fades off a bit, stealing a glance at Roy with a thoughtful frown. She contemplated telling him the truth; that she missed him. That she'd grown accustomed to his face being the first and last she'd see every day--the very thing that fueled her devotion to duty.
Truly, they still worked together under the same roof in Central--but it wasn't the same.
It was then that she realized that she'd yet to complete her thought. She surrendered an apologetic smile in his direction, her face warming slightly.]--Hayate can't eat most of the left-overs.
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[ There was quiet laughter in his tone as he stepped closer to her. He watched as she ran her hands across the front of her creased shirt, before his hand crept down to lightly tug on its hem. ]
Your standards are slipping, Lieutenant.
[ The words were accompanied by his characteristic smirk. He was accustomed to seeing her dressed all prim and proper, not even a hair out of place. These visits had allowed him to glimpse another side of her, the woman behind the uniform. He liked that she let him see her this way. It was strangely intimate. No pretenses, just rumpled attire and a tired smile. His free hand moved to brush back the hair from her eyes, before gently cupping her cheek, the palm of his hand cool upon her warm skin. ]
Thank you for thinking of me.
[ His dark gaze held hers for a moment longer than necessary. Reluctantly, he moved his hand from her face, his fingers entwining with hers instead, silently prompting her to follow him further into the apartment. They happened upon the small living room first. ]
Make yourself at home. [ He gestured at the sofa. ] What would you like to drink?
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She cast him a pitiful glance, brown eyes locking on his as his shockingly cool palm soothed the crimson heat pooling in her cheeks. A wave of goosebumps crept up the back of her neck, and she instantly found herself regretting the decision not to let her hair down upon entering.]
Y...yes sir. [Curse her flabbergasted lips; her response was little more than a flustered mumble, though she daren't pull her eyes away from his first. Not until his hand slipped from her face did she do so, her eyes curiously following it as it met with hers, locking fingers and guiding her inside.]
Whatever you're having, sir. [She squeezed his hand to emphasize what came next.] Though I should get dinner started first before taking a seat.
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I'll get you a glass of wine. [ It would be more to her tastes than the scotch he had been sipping on, prior to her arrival. He didn't want her rushing to make dinner when she had only just turned up at his doorstep, looking as weary as she did. He gently squeezed her hand in return, to emphasize his point. ] Dinner can wait. You've only just arrived.
[ He moved closer to her once again. Taking a moment to breathe her in, he allowed his lips to brush against the shell of her ear as he spoke, murmuring to her in his rich baritone. ]
Besides, I'd much rather have you on my sofa than in my kitchen.
[ And then, to quell any further arguments ... His lips trailed down from her ear, ghosting across her skin before settling over the pulse point in the side of her neck. Placing a lingering kiss upon it, he could feel the flutter of her pulse under his mouth. When he finally pulled back, there was a quirk to the corner of his lips, he was definitely holding back a smirk. ]
Have a drink with me, then I'll help you with dinner. Sound like a fair deal?
[ OOC: Shirt not skirt. You make him sound like a pervert, lmao. ]
o o p s it was a typo cross my heart
She felt the air thicken as he closed the space between them, his breath warm against her ticklish ear as he cajoled her into disregarding dinner for the time being. The comfort of his voice at such an intimate timbre had a dizzying effect, and she closed her eyes momentarily as she offered her neck for him to kiss.
Her grip on his hand loosed, and her fingers slid up to gently grip on his forearm. Now steady, she opened her eyes and looked back up to him as he pulled away. And there was that little tug at the corner of his mouth, as expected. She should be mildly perturbed that he was so tickled by how easily she acquiesced, but their time together was too short these days, and the stakes of their work climbed higher with each passing day.]
Very well. [Reluctantly she released her hold on his arm, looking at the sofa and reaching up to finally let her hair down.] A glass of wine might do me some good, come to think of it.
[She ran a few fingers through her hair, circling the sofa and sitting on the right cushion, square in the center and a few inches away from the armrest. Ice duly broken, she reclined against the back with a sigh that came out a little louder than she'd intended, and she turned her waist to watch after Mustang over her shoulder.] Has anyone come by before me? [The streets were quiet as she walked here, but it never hurt to ask. Constant vigilance wasn't something she could turn off on a whim.]
apologies! I totally crashed last night :(
[ Despite his words, he faltered, seemingly distracted by her. His dark gaze followed her movements as she reached for her hair, watching as it came tumbling down past her shoulders, giving her a softer look. He had missed her, he suddenly realized. Funny, that. They worked side by side, almost everyday. He had spoken to her, every single day and yet, there was a small part of him that had remained unsatisfied. It wasn't enough. He wanted her like this. In his apartment, out of uniform and with her hair down. He wanted to have dinner with her each night and wake up next to her every morning. Whatever existed between them during work, wasn't enough.
Catching himself — he had been staring — he gave her a sheepish grin before turning on his heel. Leaving Riza to settle on the sofa, he walked over to the kitchen. ]
Not a soul. It's been quiet.
[ The reply was tossed over his shoulder as he busied himself with emptying the bag and neatly storing away the items. He lived in a quiet neighborhood, in a modest apartment. She was discreet and there was a good chance her nightly visit had gone undetected. But still, despite the number of successful rendezvous they had under their belts, they couldn't afford to become complacent. They would be forever watching over their shoulders as they made their way to each other under the cover of darkness. What a life to live ...
And yet, these were the moments he had come to cherish.
Taking out two wine glasses from a cupboard, he retrieved the icy-cold bottle of white wine. He had purchased it a little over a week ago, with her firmly in mind. Having spent time privately like this, had led him to discover quite a few things about her, including the type of wine she preferred. She happened to be rather fond of this one. Uncorking it with a soft pop, he poured out two generous glasses before making his way back to the living room. Pleased to see that she had made herself comfortable, he took his seat beside her — much closer than he would have dared to sit in public, and offered her a glass. ]
I'm glad you came tonight.
[ He hadn't quite realized how much he'd needed her here, until she had shown up on his doorstep. ]
Omg you're fine! Happens to us all.
There were moments--moments like these--where a small flicker of selfishness made her wish they could carry on in some normal fashion...but perhaps it was their penance for all they'd done in Ishval.] That's good to hear.
[She opened her mouth to protest as he started to put away the groceries, prime to scold him on doing additional work on her behalf--but by the time she'd considered what to say, they were already put away and Roy was pulling out the chilled bottle of wine. The label was instantly recognizable, and she closed her mouth to smile to herself. Just how many of these bottles had he managed to find, seriously?
She followed him with her eyes as he made his way back to accompany her, and her expression dropped back to its stoic blankness.] Why, did something happen?
[It was an almost instantaneous response to him saying something like that--only once he offered her one of the wine glasses did she realize the other, more likely connotation his words carried. She reached for the glass offered her, warm fingertips leaving spots where the chilled beverage started to fog the sides.] Er, I mean--[She finally pulled her eyes away from him, staring down the rim of the glass as she pulled it to her lips.]--I'm glad, too. [She took a long sip in lieu of punctuating her response with the habitual 'sir'.]
o/
Her admission caused that teasing smile to soften, a warmth spreading through him. Politely waiting until she had taken that first sip, he followed suit. The fragrance hit him first, and then the taste. He wasn't much of a wine drinker, but this was good — the flavour, a pleasant reminder of the taste of her kisses all those times they had become affectionate while sharing a bottle.
Their nights were short lived, indeed. The time they shared was fleeting, compared to their days spent in office, shackled down by their respective titles. ]
So ... [ He reached down to her free hand, curling his fingers delicately around her wrist. All signs of mirth had evaporated, leaving him subdued. His tone was gentle, however his words seemed to carry weight. ] How long do I have you for?
[ Whatever her answer was, it would never be enough. A few hours, a short night, an entire day ... He would always want more. Because when it came down to it, if he was to have any happiness in his life, any contentment, it would be with her. And only her. However, whether he deserved happiness after all the destruction he had caused, the lives he had so carelessly taken, was a different question entirely. He could atone for his sins until his very last breath. That too, would never be enough. ]
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She watched his expression carefully as she took another sip, reaching to set it down so she could place her other hand over his.]It's an early morning for both of us, we're pushing it by having dinner tonight as it is.
[She softly tightened her hand around his, pulling it into her lap and finally sitting back entirely, her body going limp against his.] I tried to come earlier.
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He blinked at the sudden warmth as her hand covered his. ]
You're right. [ A pause, and then a faint smile. ] As always.
[ They had to be careful. They couldn't afford to slip up now. Joint late arrivals into the office due to late nights would only arouse suspicion. As would taking leave at the same time. Besides, she was his second in command. It didn't make sense for them to both be out of the office at the same time. Knowing how closely they were being scrutinized, it wouldn't be seen as a coincidence, not at all. The rumours would spread like wildfire, what with his reputation. And so, they had to make do with these few hours that existed between their day to day military duties.
His hand now lay on her lap, covered by both of her own. Her body rested comfortably against his — and it amazed him, even now, how two people could fit so perfectly in so many ways. He drained his glass in a long swallow before placing it on the coffee table. Turning his head, he leaned towards her until his lips were pressed gently against her temple. His next words were murmured against her skin. ]
I know you did.
[ Sometimes it seemed as though the world conspired to keep them apart. How many times had their private plans been delayed or completely pushed aside due to their professional responsibilities? Some even being forced upon them during their supposed personal time? His free hand moved to the side of her head, gently running his fingers through her silken hair. His lips were still pressed softly against her temple. He allowed himself a few more quiet moments, enjoying the closeness and breathing in the scent of her, before ducking his head lower to nuzzle at her fondly. ]
But you're here now. And that's all that matters.
[ Could she feel his lips curving into a smirk against the side of her neck? ]
I guess we'd better make the most of the time we do have tonight.
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This is why Riza tried (and often failed) to limit her private interaction with the Colonel. It wasn't that she enjoyed it, on the contrary...she enjoyed it too much; so much so that her thoughts would slip with ease into a cozy lull...] Ah--[She smiled to herself as his fingers trailed their way through her hair, and she had to bite back a small chuckle. She could feel his breath tickle against her face, and her fingers loosened around his hand.] Don't forget I still need to cook dinner.
[Though she didn't make any effort to pull away. Instead she scooped up his hand in both of hers, bringing the scarred back of it to rest on her lips. Slowly she inhaled, exhaling only as she brought the back of his hand to her cheek.
She looked up to him, her expression soft and warm. With her hair undone and her clothing casual, he was one of the few she allowed to see her this way; walls down and authentic. It left her feeling vulnerable, though not because of him seeing her in such a state. In fact she felt safe in his arms--it was rather laughable, considering that it was she who was charged with guarding him all this time.
Safe though she may have felt, there was always the nagging feeling in the back of her mind; would this be the last time? Were they making the most of their moments together? It was a frequent tug of war between being responsible and ensuring they lived without any further regrets to pile on to the mountain they already shared.]
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Her lips against the back of his hand had a pleasant tingling effect on his scarred skin. He hated that part of him. It only served as a reminder of how ugly things had become down there, deep within Central's underbelly. How close he had come to losing her ... His gaze locked on to hers, something in her tender expression flooding him with a sudden wave of fierce protectiveness and genuine affection. He wouldn't lose her. He refused to. ]
I believe we had a deal. [ The nuzzling had turned into a series of butterfly kisses, trailing down the side of her neck. His next words were murmured against her skin. ] You have one drink with me and then I'll help you with dinner.
[ Pulling his mouth away from her neck, he made a dramatic effort to glance meaningfully at her wine glass, which was sitting upon the small coffee table. It stood next to his empty one. Hers was still three quarters full. The corners of his lips twitched in amusement as he quirked an eyebrow at her, his tone a mixture of smugness and playful chastisement. ]
The last I checked, you've still yet to hold up your end of the deal. [ The beginning of what was to be his usual smirk turned into a wolfish smile. ] Surely it's not too demanding a task for you ...
[ No sooner had the words left his lips, Mustang shifted, placing himself firmly between Riza and her glass. And then, very deliberately, he closed the distance between them, his lips covering hers in a kiss. If her mouth was kept occupied, she certainly wouldn't be drinking anything. He knew he was prolonging this visit, selfishly keeping her all to himself, despite how it would look tomorrow morning when they both arrived late into the office due to another late night. ]
So sorry for the delay! Real life got out of control. OTL
Or maybe it was just her. Maybe it was all in her imagination. She was up in her head a lot these days, and she didn't like it. It made her veer from the realm of cautiousness into one of near-paranoia, and it had started to spill into their personal lives...Personal lives they should not be having, she reminded herself, but promptly shoved that thought into the far recesses of her mind.
His voice, a low, rich purr reverberating in her ear brought her back into the moment, and eagerly that is where she threw the entirety of her consciousness. She followed his gaze to her wine glass, and without so much as a beat of hesitation, she reached for it. Roy didn't realize just how much she needed to follow his orders in this moment, and she aimed to do so in a motion devoid of the discipline she used to typically carry them out.
As soon as she shifted her position to reach for the glass, she was intercepted by the Colonel himself--which in any other situation would've earned him a frustrating scold. With that intent, she brought the hand meant for her wine glass onto his shoulder, squeezing it firmly--his lips were rougher now, stronger and with clear intent. It was that focus and drive that had always attracted her to him, and now only sent the kindling need she felt for him into a consuming blaze. She slid her hand off his shoulder, coiling her arm around his neck and pulled him against her, falling back into her previous reclining position on the couch.
Coming up for breath, she looked up to him, lips unabashedly wet from their kiss.] Typically we save this for after dinner. [Now how was she going to get him to eat?]
I'm sorry too! Hideous projects all week at work hence the delay!
Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at her, breathing hard. Slowly, he brought his hand to her face, his fingers gently stroking her flushed cheek. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, warming his fingertips. His attention dropped to her parted lips, still rosy and wet from their kiss. Brushing the pad of his thumb across them, he smiled. ]
What can I say ...? [ His other hand had begun to move up, from her hip, fingers intentionally brushing over each and every button of her shirt, his hand smoothly moving over the swell of her breasts, until it came to rest near the opening at the top. He let a few moments pass, his fingers idly playing with the top most button. And then, deftly, he unfastened it. ] I like keeping you on your toes.
[ Two more buttons followed, his fingers slipping in to caress her decolletage. Moving slightly back, he allowed his gaze to languidly drift over her. She was deadly and strong but right now, with her flowing hair and her tender expression, she had a certain vulnerability about her. A picture of innocence. His heart continued to struggle against his swiftly rising urges. And then— ]
You must be hungry.
[ The realization was enough to steady him. It was late. She had arrived with food. They were to have dinner together. And he had been keeping her. ]
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