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Was I a Fucking Lie?!
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2026-01-09 23:52:19
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Love Me, Loathe Me. To a Life of Love
Nathan does not wait for her to cross the room as soon as their eyes meet in that second.The moment he says her name, he is already trying to sit up, his thin arms pushing against the mattress with more determination than strength. Mavis is there, by his side, in seconds, dropping her bag to the ground where it hits with a soft thud, crossing the space between them and gathering him carefully into her arms before the effort becomes too much for him.Oh how she's missed her boy!“Hey, hey,” she murmurs, voice thick with held back emotions but smiling. “Slow down, my superstar.”He laughs, bright and breathy, his arms wrapping around her neck with surprising force. She closes her eyes as she hugs him back, pressing her cheek to his hair, breathing him in like oxygen. The weight of him, lighter than she remembers, tightens something deep in her chest, but she holds him closer instead of pulling away.He's obviously stronger in that short time she's been away.“I missed you,” he says, m
Love Me, Loathe Me. Fool at Twenty-Five, Fool for Twenty Four Hours.
Mavis’s voice falters before she even comes to realize that it has... She just can't seem to comprehend what's going on.Her hands miss the warmth of Lance's but reaching for it now will only make her look stupid and desperate and even Lance will wonder if she's okay all over again...Whatever argument is unfolding beside her now only dissolves into noise, the sharp edges of Charlotte’s voice and the low force of Lance’s response blurring together into something distant and irrelevant to her being. Words are being thrown around, accusations and denials colliding in the open air of the tarmac with the plane still behind them, but none of it reaches her in a way that matters anymore.It all sounds the same to Mavis.Excuses...Again.Her hand trembles slightly as she whips her phone from her carry on tote, fingers moving on instinct to just do something to get away from there coupled with intention. She barely looks at the screen as she calls for a taxi, barely hears the automated res
Love Me, Loathe Me. Was I a Fucking Lie?!
The plane comes to a smooth, unhurried stop on the tarmac, its engines winding down with a low, powerful hum that vibrates faintly beneath their feet but a good reminder that they are back in Atlanta and for Mavis, that she'll get to see her sweetheart in a matter of hours or even minutes if she hurries up.Mavis sits back in her seat, properly dressed now, hair hastily smoothed, lips still swollen despite her best efforts, and she feels… good.More than good even. She feels light and well pleasured and not hungry or starved for seven years. Who'd have known that it would matter so much.Her body hums in that pleasant, lingering way that comes after being thoroughly taken care of, the kind of warmth that sinks into muscles and bones rather than sitting on the surface. She adjusts the strap of her dress, glancing toward Lance, who looks infuriatingly composed for a man who had absolutely not been composed at all less than an hour ago.He meets her gaze and smiles, slow and private, as
Love Me, Loathe Me. Plane Sex
The tarmac shimmered under the late-afternoon sun as he walked down from the limosine, still baring her in his arms with the occasional evil eye look that shows she can’t escape him being naughty even when they are on the plane, and more than one part of her is throbbing in anticipation, the ache of the earlier morning completely forgotten.She clutched the lapel of her white terry robe, the belt loosely knotted, it’s hem brushing the tops of her bare feet. He came up the air stair two steps at a time, eyes locked on her as though everything else including the pilots, ground crew who bow one by one as he walks by, and then the runway… as though they all belonged to a lesser plane of existence.Without a word he bent, one arm behind her shoulders, the other beneath her knees, and swept her against his chest.The robe parted just enough to bare the outer curve of a breast, warm breeze slipped inside the fabric and kissed her damp skin. She caught her breath, fingers curling into the ope
Love Me, Loathe Me. Abandoned...?
Ignoring the ache in her lower body that she has not felt for so so long since she’d never let any man touch her since all those years before, she rolled over and over again in the white sheets, letting the feeling of peace wash all over her.She’d spent the night in his hands, he’d pampered her like she was a Faberge egg, and she’d been taken care of in both body and desire. He’d met them all through the course of the night till early in the morning before they’d fallen asleep as a result of exhaustion, in one another’s hands of course.She finally relaxes and opens her eyes to the one ray of sun that’s threatening to blind her if she does not move away from the bed. She sits up in bed and sighs heavily, yawning before she opens her eyes.The side of the bed is empty.She puts her hand on the scattered sheets and it is cold, very cold, which means whoever was there stopped being there over an hour at the very least.Bile rises in her throat as she suppresses an overwhelming feeling o
Love Me, Loathe Me. Sex Till Daybreak
He carried her upstairs, his eyes never leaving her glinting sea green ones, his legs are sued to the path so he does not mind walking without seeing the path. On getting to the room, he laid her gently on the bed, took a step backward and shook his head in awe.“How did I manage to miss all of these for seven years…?”He stepped forward, hands finding the curve of her hips, strong fingers pressing through thin layers to the welcoming flesh beneath. Mavis melted toward him, her low moan vibrating against his throat as she rolled her hips into his hold. She tangled one hand in his dark hair and tugged, forcing his mouth to hers.Their collision was bruising with their lips, teeth and ragged breathing from wanting to touch and taste it all at once. She tasted of that kind of midnight wine that makes a man tipsy on the first glass and Lance groaned into the kiss as his tongue met hers in a claiming duel neither tried to soften.Hatred, longing, regret, desire… they poured into each other
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