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Okay Blaise, we’re gonna do this day just like any other, one leg in at a time. I tell myself as I lay in bed with the towel still wrapped around me. I didn’t feel like going to school today, I just felt like some bull shit was gonna happen.
Plus I have much more pressing matters to attend to than teenage life. Like my mom's amulet that I have no idea what it does. “Let your magic guide you.” A voice in my head said but, I quickly shut that down, I haven’t practiced in a long while. I hear a soft tap on my door and my heart jumps at the sudden noise.
“Blaise, you have to go to school.” Stefan’s voice came from the other side of the door. Oh yea, I guess I should explain why I’m in Stefan and Damon’s house. Well I was supposed to move in with Bonnie, her father literally told me my blood has evil running through it now. And that I was no longer his any longer, I would say he’d get over it but witches never forget when they’ve been wronged.
It really wasn’t my fault I started that fire when I was 13, I was just a kid. He didn’t care though, in his eyes I was the girl that murdered his wife’s only family. I guess I couldn’t blame him for feeling that way, it’s whatever, I could care less. It would have been nice to be with Bonnie though. I could have stayed with Elena but something about Alaric rubbed me the wrong way, and Jeremy won’t stop giving me the lovey dovey eyes.
“No I don’t, and you can’t make me.” I say being childish, I feel like maybe if I act like a spoiled child he’ll go away. Wrong.
“Ya know Blaise, I could…but you also know I don’t have the heart to, but Damon does. I will sick him on you if you refuse me again.” Stefan threatened from the other side of the door, I could practically hear the grin on his face. I roll my eyes knowing what he said is the truth, and the last thing I want right now is to deal with Damon. I’ve been successfully avoiding him since our last encounter at Elena’s house.
Part of me feels like he’s been letting me do that. “Ugh je ne peux pas croire qu'il me fait chanter(I can’t be he’s blackmailing me), don’t even wanna go to school, this est une telle connerie(is such bullshit).” I complain further as I pull on my clothes reluctantly, I can hear Stefan chuckling from the other side of the door.
Decided to go with a simple cotton overall dress, that buttons all up the front, a black long sleeve shirt, black tights, and black dr.Marten boots. I look at my mom's amulet for a while, I decide to put it on anyway, along with my evil eye necklace. I untied my hair, the locs I managed to finish last night piled on top of my head surprisingly not heavy. Taking my favorite deep brown lipstick and applying it, I decided to leave it just like that, to emphasize just how much I’m not with the bullshit today.
I snatch the door open, still very much annoyed by this asshole in front of me.
“Wow I never knew you knew French, qui t'a enseigné?” (Who taught you)Stefan sounded curious, and I couldn’t blame him. I know Bonnie told them some things, but there were a lot of holes in the plot line.
“My mother spent most of her college life in New Orleans, she met my father there, and he’s half French. My father taught me everything I know…and then some.” I mumble the last part, I feel my eyes burning but not a single tear dares to fall. I don’t have time to cry today, it’s gonna have to wait. Stefan has a remorseful look in his eye, he feels bad for even asking me that, I can tell.”
“Blaise I-“ Stefan starts trying to apologize, but I don’t let him.
“No, it’s okay, I actually prefer people not to baby me, it’s not like I’m gonna lose control and burst into flames.” I joke, now Stefans eyebrows scrunch down, his lips pressed together, forming a thin line. The stress in his eyes is prominent, he clearly does not find that funny.
“That’s not funny Blaise.” Stefan pauses at the front door looking at me seriously, I could level with him but why do that?
“That’s not funny Blaise.” I repeat Stefan mocking him, he still looks at me not impressed, I just roll my eyes already giving up.
“Look, everyone has their way of dealing with their shit, some people drink, make music, or pretend like there’s nothing wrong with them at all. I choose to make jokes, and act like a fashionable hoe. I’m harmless so please spare me the big brother attitude Stefan, I killed both my parents when I was 13, and my uncle hates my guts. There’s nothing you can say to me to get me to see the bright side of things, or try to get me to feel my emotions. I do feel them, every single day and night as the years go by, so please can we just…can we just go to school.” I decided to just be blunt with him, because I knew if I didn’t he wouldn’t leave me alone. Stefan was stubborn like that, must be old age.
He looks at me shocked by me being so honest, but also a very understanding look. We head off to school, Stefan is surprisingly chatty. I learned about Stefan on the way to school, standing at our lockers I couldn’t help but blurt out.
“We’re definitely besties now, I didn’t think we’d have so much in common Stefan.” I say pleasantly surprised, he chuckles a bit.
“Me either, but you remind me of my best friend Lexie and Damon all in one.” He says, a nostalgic look glazed over his eyes as if he wasn’t standing here with me anymore. I just stand there and watch him reminisce, suddenly he snaps out of it, his eyes land on my chest.
“Um Stef, my eyes are up here.” I warn him, his face turns slightly red with embarrassment, he coughs.
“I was looking at your amulet, where’d you get that?” He asked me as we made our way to class. I totally forgot I was wearing the thing since I was so engaged in our conversations
I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Well I don’t know it’s origin, my mother gave it to me when I was 8, she didn’t tell me much about it, or what it did. She said it would just protect me from darkness, I never understood what that meant…every once in a while it gets hot, but idk what that means either.” I explain to him, Stefan has a thoughtful expression on his face processing what I just told him. He seemed to be very deep in thought, when he finally spoke up when we sat down in our seats for biology.
“That’s very interesting Blaise, I’m not sure what your mother meant by that, but I do know that the crystal in the middle of the amulet is red jasper. Red Jasper is known for grounding, passion, and protection. Do you know anything about crystals?” Now it was my turn to be shocked, he basically spit information out like an encyclopedia at me.
“Yea I do, but how do you know about crystals?” I ask him, the more Stefan talks the more I’m drawn in by how intuitive, and knowledgeable he is. He smirks, scratching the back of his head slightly embarrassed.
“Well I used to be very close with the Bennet coven, unfortunately over time Damon ruined that friendship. Then Bonnie, and I think that what saved my connection to her ancestors. Emily Bennet taught me a lot, it makes sense your mom gave you that crystal…I know you said you don’t practice anymore, or is into any spiritual stuff, but that might be something you wanna take care of, could save your life one day.” I just looked at him, the last part giving me chills, the amulet heats up again bringing me through my clothes, it doesn’t hurt that much but definitely hard to ignore. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
I didn’t get a chance to think about it, when someone came to sit on the opposite side of me.
“Wassup.” Came Elena’s voice from beside me, I turned in her direction, my spine getting that tight sensation again. Which was weird because I usually only got that feeling around supernatural beings…and Vampires. I turned to scowl at the Elena imposter, I would have rolled my eyes if I wasn’t so tense.
“Kathrine, what do you want?” I knew Stefan was listening from beside me, one of us had to remind neutral or Ms. Bridgington will give us detention for not paying attention.
“Aw, how could you tell this time, am I not being depressed enough?” She questions fane confusion, unable to suppress myself I groan and roll my eyes.
“Am I boring you Ms.Blazay.” Ms.Bridgington questions, saying my name totally wrong, which heated me. I usually don’t engage in her ignorance, but since I can’t take it out on Kathrine who naturally brought this mood out in me. I chose to direct it at the teacher, it’s not like she didn’t have it coming.
“It’s Blaise, don’t act like you don’t know how to say my name, vous grosse vache blanche(you fat white cow)” I hissed at her, the class dead quiet, she sucked a breath in appalled by my nasty attitude.
Stefan looked at me wide eyed, his jaw clenched suddenly tensed by my reaction. I could feel my skin getting hot, because how dare she say my name like that. This woman has been picking on me since I got here, and something about Kathrine just irked me more than anyone.
“What did you just say to me you hussy!” She shouted at me, if I wasn’t seething right now I’d feel shocked that she even called me that.
“Intervene Stefan.” Kathrine mumbled under her breath, he flashed her an annoyed look, if it wasn’t for Kathrine showing up. Stefan wasn’t actually sure what to do. He couldn’t just scold her and she’d calm down, Blaise temper was nasty. It’s something he isn’t used to, Elena was much more submissive.
“I said, say my name right! It’ B l a i s e, as in Blaze, like fire! You’ve been picking with me everyday since I got here, if you’re obsessed then just say that.” I spit back at the old cow, totally fed up, Stefan stands up grabbing a firm hand on my shoulder. My head whips to him, my eyes like daggers. He’s making a constipated look as if he’s in pain, but he tries to ignore it.
“You’re making a damn scene, calm the hell down.” Stefan groans, teeth clenched, the veins under his eyes lightly appearing.
Still too angry to care, I just snap back at him. “Get your hands off me, or I’ll make you.” I threaten him, it’s clear at this point that anyone that comes near me is in the danger zone, but Stefan refuses to let me go.
“I won’t, I won’t let you do this to yourself, you can’t let your anger consume you.” Stefan tries to reach me, but I feel myself getting hotter by the minute, I can hear Ms.Williams at the front of the class fussing. Her voice sounded muffled to me, I could give a fuck less about her now.
Then suddenly I felt it, an ice cold glare, freezing me on the spot. I looked up, and sure enough standing there in the classroom doorway was…“Damon.” He looked pissed and disappointed, I just knew I was never gonna hear the end of this.
“Who might you be, sir, are you looking for a student?” That cow Ms.Bridgington questions Damon, suddenly his whole demeanor changes, he flashes her a light hearted smile. His teeth perfect and white damn near gleaming, ugh fuck him and his beauty.
“Yes actually, Blaise Laurent, I’m her temporary guardian.” He explains, his Italian accent thicker than ever, I found it surprisingly hot.
“Well…are you taking Blaise out of school all day, she’s supposed to have detention-“ She starts but Damon quickly cuts her off, he waves his hand at her, dismissing the older woman all together. Ms.Bridgington Falls under his spell once again, it makes me jealous, he doesn’t smile at me like that, he doesn’t smile at all.
“You cow, you knew how to say my name this whole time I-“ I start up again, Damon turns to me, he glare is icy hot, but he carries himself calmly. He’s so calm it’s actually scaring me.
“That’s enough out of you, come a long bellissima (beautiful)” Damon beckoned me with his Italian accent, making my heart race. Without a second thought, I detach myself from Stefan, collecting all my things. I follow Damon out the door with my head held down. Now that I come back to my senses, I was slightly embarrassed the way I behaved.
They all definitely think I’m crazy now, I’m sure the whole school will be talking about it by next period. Damon hasn’t said a word, he just kept walking till we were outside in the empty parking lot. We stopped at his car, when he finally turned to address me. I ignored his gaze knowing what his eyes do to me, I refused to feel weak.
“Why did Kathrine, out of all the people who had to call me, and tell me you were acting crazy in class?” Damon questioned me, my spine started to tighten again, I felt hot and cold at the same time. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life.
“She said my name wrong…again.” I tried to explain myself, but Damon wasn’t buying it, he scoffed rolling his blue eyes.
“Bull shit, what’s wrong with you? You know better than to act like that in front of a room full of humans. You have to do better at controlling your emotions because you are dangerous. It’s not your fault you’re so powerful. However it could be your fault if you lose control, which is something I know you couldn’t handle.” Damon was right, I couldn’t even argue with him, I was just being a bitch because I let Kathrine bother me.
He almost catches my eyes, but I avert his gaze choosing to look down at my boots. I bite my lip, and close my eyes just hoping I disappear forever. I hear Damon step forward, pressing me between himself and the passenger side door. Both his hands grab mine, they fit perfectly together. His hands were cold, with long slender fingers, and pale skin. Mine were warmer, and deep golden brown, adorned with a crystal ring, and freshly done long dark purple nails.
“I can’t read your mind mio caro (my darling), and you’ve been ignoring me. Why?” Damon said, he was practically begging me, which is something he probably didn’t do often.
I finally caved in opening my eyes, I sucked in a breath not realizing how close to me he was. He was leaning forward to meet me at my short height. I’ve never seen his eyes so close up, right now in the sunlight, his once baby blue eyes looked like ice glaciers.
Against my own will I opened my mouth to speak.
“I- I don’t know, I just get so angry, sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can’t. I feel like if I just pretend like it’s not that big of a deal it’ll go away. I’m starting to think that’s a terrible idea, I didn’t even want to go to school today. It’s been so long since that night…and I’m still sad. I’m 17 now, you’d think I’d be okay, but I’m not, how long is grief supposed to last Damon?” I know he didn’t actually compel me, but it felt like it in a way.
“And as far as me ignoring you…I don’t understand my feelings about you, or the feelings I get around any supernatural being. I have so many unanswered questions, and I felt like if I didn’t talk to you, you’d be one less mystery.”
“This is something I don’t do often, so don’t take what I’m about to say with a grain of salt. I have never met a girl like you in my life, you stand out so much, but you do it naturally. There’s a light about you that I’m just so attracted to, I see it in you. So much love, and compassion because I see the way you look at your friends. There’s a part of me that wants you to look at me like that, I want you to pay attention to me the same way. I want you to hug me, and greet me with the same beautiful smile as you do Stefan, and everyone else. It’s so much about you that I’m attracted to, your blood is the most sweet thing I’ve ever smelled in my life, you- you just seem too good to be true. I’ve been fighting myself every single night not to come to your room and sink my teeth into your soft honey brown skin.” Damon confessed, and he had so much more to say, but Blaise already looked very overwhelmed.
I decided to take a leap of faith. Ever since her last boyfriend I’d been running from love, maybe I should start running towards it.
“I know we just met, but sometimes it feels like I’ve known you forever. So what do you want to do, whatever you want I’m with it.” I rushed out, my mind already made up, the attraction between the both of us is obvious. The darkness within Damon beckoning me closer to him. I couldn’t stay away any longer
“ I want you to be mine.” Damon demanded, his cold hands now on either side of my face, and neck. I let him pull me into him, our lips coming together, I no longer cared about the events that just transpired. His lips were surprisingly soft, he was the one to pull back realizing I needed to breathe. I giggled a little bit noticing he had my lipstick smeared a bit on his lips. I take my sleeves and gently wipe it off. He grins boyishly, as he reaches behind me to grab the car door.
“Let’s get you home, you’ve had quite a stressful day.” Damon says helping me into the blue Camaro, he kisses me on my forehead before speeding around to the other side.
As we’re pulling out of the parking lot, the cheer squad is coming out onto the field for practice. We pass by Caroline, and she just drops her jaw mouthing the words “slut” at me. I just smirk and wink at her as we pass by. Damon turns on his radio, and some soft rock song plays. It slowly puts me to sleep as I pass out on the window on the way back to the boarding house.
Some time passes before Damon is slightly shaking me awake. Sleepily I open my eyes, and sure enough we’re at the Salvatore boarding house. Damon zooms around my side of the car, opening the door helping me out and grabbing my school bag. He even lets me lean on him on our way up to the door.
He drops my bags by the door, and then speeds us up to my room.
He sits me down on the bed, helps me take off my boots, I freeze for a second, suddenly embarrassed. Of course he notices, Damon gets down on a knee in front of me. “What is it?” He asked me, confused by my facial expression. I cough a bit deciding to just say it.
“Um, I want to take my clothes off but I don’t wanna-“ before I can finish, Damon cuts me off already knowing what I mean.
“It’s okay, I want to sleep with you, and I can control myself Blaise, you’re not the first woman I’ve seen naked. Plus I’d never touch you like that if you weren’t ready or comfortable with it.” Damon explained slightly teasing me, his baby blue eyes watching me for a reaction. Not realizing I was already taking off my clothes, Damon slightly looks away out of respect.
“My last boyfriend didn’t give me those options…” I mumble to myself forgetting a vampire was in the room with me. His eyebrows scrunched together suddenly upset, when he meets me at the bed I couldn’t help but notice how he was left in only his boxer briefs
“I would never violate you, ever…unless you asked.” Damon vowed. He light heartedly jokes, I smiled up at him, biting my lip raising up on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers playing with his soft raven hair. His hands placed on my lower back and waist squeezing my hips. I moan softly on his lips, almost instantly Damon pulls away, just our foreheads touching.
“Come on, I know you’re exhausted from that screaming match with your teacher.” Damon jokes pulling the covers back, he gets in first, then I crawl in after him melting into his embrace. My face on his chest, I start to worry my locks are in the way, but Damon manages around them bringing his arm under my hair so he can still hold me. He starts to bring the cover over us, but I stop him.
“ I don’t use a cover, I get too hot.” I tell him feeling embarrassed again, Damon just smirks bringing his hand back up to my lower back.
“I bet you do.” He says resting his chin atop my head, his cool body felt so nice against my naturally hot skin. As I lay there in my bra and panties I feel so comfortable in my own skin for once.
Just like that I fell asleep in Damon’s embrace, I felt so safe, and loved. I know we just met, and it felt wrong to be this involved with a vampire, especially one like Damon. For once, I’m deciding to feel free, let go, and choose happiness.
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“Please, no, please, don’t, don’t.”
Seokwoo had been sleeping soundly for a few hours when he woke up feeling uneasy. He was rubbing his eyes when he heard a person crying, you crying. He straddled you quickly, holding you like a baby without being affected by your unconscious tries to fight whatever was scaring you in your sleep.
“Hey, I’m here, dear, it’s going to be fine,” he whispered, kissing your temple lightly, “I’m here, dear, calm down, everything is alright.”
He knew better than to wake you up from your nightmare, being well aware of the fact that if he did that, you won’t be able to fall asleep at all. His hands ran up and down your trembling figure in attempt to calm you down and make you feel secure in your sleeping state.
“Nothing can hurt you, dear, you’re going to be all right.”
Something in him shattered as he felt your lips quiver while you were calling for him, asking for help. Despite not being awake, you looked so unbelievably sad and terrified. Covered in tears and cold sweat, you were shaking like a leaf in the coldest November night. Seokwoo pulled you towards him even tighter, seeing how fragile you are in his arms, especially in this particular distress.
“I am here, dear, I am here, you are safe,” he sighed.
Unconsciously you snuggled into his warm embrace, your face buried into Seokwoo’s neck, his scent lulling you back into comfort. Your anguished cries turned into murmurs of your boyfriend’s name as your breathing was slowly getting into a pattern.
“You’re alright, dear, I am here,” Seokwoo kissed your shoulder, “I will keep you safe.”
Your almost-relaxed body, drenched in sweat, was now laying on top of Seokwoo as he muttered sweet nothings in your ear, altought you could not hear him. Whatever you were dreaming of, it was now fading away, as you were safe in your lover’s arms.
“You are safe with me, dear,” Seokwoo whispered, “You will be always safe with me.”
y/n smiled at the photo Mason had sent her of the two of them, he was carrying her over his shoulder, after the moment of the photo he then proceeded to throw her down onto his sofa and walk off. She shook her head at his useless behaviour but couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him. To say that the pair had taken a liking to each other would have been a gross understatement but y/n was cautious, having been hurt numerous times in the past by guys who didn’t even receive half of the attention from women that Mason did, and Mason was cautious of Ben. He knew that his best friend didn’t think he was a bad guy but he also didn’t want Ben to think he was disrespecting him by going for his younger sister, who he happened to be very close to and very overprotective of.
“Your brother is going to kill me,” Mason murmured as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. y/n smiled slightly as her eyes held a devious glimmer. “God, you really are going to get me in shit.”
“I live to serve,” y/n smirked before feeling Mason’s lips on hers again.
y/n turned her head as her older brother strolled into the room, a smile on his face. “I know that look,” she said immediately, “you’re having another party, aren’t you?” she said with a tone of disapproval.
“Maybe I am,” Ben smirked
“Ben,” y/n scolded, “you’re going to have to be careful, the media will start catching on and plaster you all as party boys and that’s the last thing you want, that holiday was bad enough, you remember what they said about Mase--it’ll be you soon.”
“Relax y/n/n, anyway, it’s a nice group today, nothing too big.” Ben shrugged as he sat down next to her. "Mason and his new girlfriend are coming over with a few others later,” he continued as he looked through his phone.
“New girlfriend?” y/n asked casually, successfully hiding the soaring hurt she felt at the news.
“Yeah, anyway, he’s excited to see you.” Ben replied, paying no attention to her delayed response or specific enquiry. y/n bit her lip, she knew she would only cross paths with him but after making an appearance she was getting out of there.
"Mason,” she laughed as he undid her blouse, “we have to be careful.”
“You literally have a lock on your door and your brother is too busy downstairs with the rest of the team, I doubt he’s going to miss either of us considering there are about thirty girls throwing themselves at him right now.” Mason replied automatically, he’d thought about it already. y/n smiled at his words before lifting his chin and stopping him in his tracks, the pure sight of her parted lips and daring eyes made him feel pure awe.
“Something on my face?” she smirked
“Shut up,” Mason laughed before kissing her once more.
She took a breath as she examined herself in the mirror that night, her trench coat just revealing the tight-fitting halter-neck top that she wore with jeans and heals. upon the news of Mason getting a girlfriend y/n had taken it upon herself impulsively to accept an offer to go out on a date, with someone controversial but that wasn’t the point. y/n had been keeping herself from seeing other people at the slightest chance that Mason would show definite signs that he was properly interested, but the news she’d received earlier had confirmed to her that he wasn’t.
She walked through the hall, guests had been arriving over the past hour and by that time things were in full swing; the sound of the music and the chatter grew louder to her ears, and she began to make out the dimly lit people one by one.
She’d seen him instantly, but all she came to do was say goodbye to her brother and let him know she’d be back late, or maybe not at all, but it was just her luck that he’d walked over to where Mason sat with a group of teammates, no girl present.
“Ben,” she called as she walked over. He smiled and pulled his sister in for a hug. “I’m off, I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
“Planning that far ahead?” Timo said with a grin on his face, but Mason couldn’t see the funny side of it at all and his fist was clenched by his side at the news of her going out on what he already knew to be a date.
“Very funny,” y/n said, shooting Timo a look of daggers.
“Who’s the guy?” Ben asked, not sounding too keen.
“Jadon,” y/n breathed, “he’s here last minute for a friend’s birthday tomorrow.”
“Sancho? You’re kiddi--”
y/n cut Mason off, “See you tomorrow, love you.” she said to Ben, squeezing his forearm before walking away. Mason didn’t think twice and followed her out, leaving all of the teammates confused, especially Ben.
“y/n!” Mason called as she strode though the corridor.
“Mason, he’s waiting outside, I really can’t talk.”
“Why? Why are you going out with him?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” y/n shot back, but Mason couldn’t reply, “And why are you so bothered over who I decide to date? I don’t think I got much of a say over who your new girlfriend was.”
y/n lay on her side in the bed, tracing patterns on the pillow as the thoughts ran through her mind; she felt the mattress dip beside her and felt Mason kiss her bare shoulder, tracing up to her neck.
“What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” she smiled, turning to look at him.
“You sure?” Mason asked, y/n reassured him by kissing him deeply before placing her head on his chest.
y/n was thinking about something, she was thinking about how she and Mason had been sneaking around for the past month and although she was too anxious to admit that she had deep feelings for him given her history with men in the past, it was becoming much harder to sneak around.
Mason put the pieces together slowly and y/n could see him realising how he’d messed up in his mind. She shook her head before leaving him alone to close the front door, watching as she kissed Jadon’s cheek and got into the car.
The night sailed smoothly after she had a couple of drinks in her and Jadon turned out to be very good company, he’d kissed her which had taken her by surprise, but he knew she wanted to get home and he was kind enough to drive her back in the opposite direction of where he was staying.
“I’ll call you,” he said before kissing her once more, y/n smiled and disconnected their hands before getting out of the car. She couldn’t hide her smile as she walked up the drive to the large house, but as soon as she opened the door to the sound of the loud music and the party still in full swing, it all came back to her.
y/n just wanted to go upstairs but as she hung up her coat she knew she had to tell her brother she was home, so she reluctantly took herself through into the main room where the party was, pretending not to hear a few jovial exclamations towards her presence, and searched for her brother.
However, as she made her way through the crowd, she was confronted yet again with the sight of Mason with the girl, and before she knew it she had turned around and was walking straight to her room.
The fact that Ben didn’t know how close she and his best friend were did y/n many favours; however, it made Mason’s life much harder. For the past two weeks he had been making strategic remarks about y/n to find things out considering she hadn’t been picking up calls or responding to messages; the main thing on his mind was Jadon and what she could be doing with him. It irritated him beyond belief, but it also drove him to make things right before it was too late. He knew y/n didn’t date often, and the timing of everything made it all seem too convenient, he knew she was getting back at him but the reality of it was that she was succeeding expertly.
“How you feeling about Tia?” Ben asked as they walked off the training pitch.
“It’s only right,” Mason shrugged, “I don’t want to lead her on when she could find someone else who’s going to be properly committed, she isn’t the one for me.”
“Who is?” Ben asked, knowing that his friend must’ve had more of an explanation.
“Not sure, anyway, how’s y/n/n and Sanch going?”
Ben didn’t notice the odd segway onto his sister’s love life and replied, “He’s calling and texting her a lot, she went up to Manchester to watch him play last weekend and stayed there from Friday to Tuesday. They seem to be going well.” Ben shrugged, Mason clenched his jaw as he heard the news, he couldn’t give it away but inside he was raging.
So, after three weeks of not seeing the person he used to speak to or see everyday, Mason took it upon himself to catch her where he knew he could find her. Intercepting her at her university building on the Strand in London wasn’t going to be an easy task, especially not when it came to keeping a low profile and spotting her within the packed crowds. He waited by the door of the Political Sciences building and watched as one-by-one students streamed out, becoming alert at the sight of her.
“y/n,” he called, causing the young woman to look over with a slight amount of surprise, but her expression turned to shock when she saw who it was. Mason placed his hand on the small of her back and led her away from the building and towards his car.
“What are you doing here Mason?” y/n said, her voice austere.
“Why can’t I catch up with a good friend?” Mason said, y/n hated what he’d called her: a good friend.
“Usually you call or text before you just decide to show up,”
“I didn’t see the point, considering you haven’t responded to any of my calls or messages in three weeks.” Mason quickly replied; y/n pursed her lips, he’d got her there.
“Where are we going?” She sighed
“For a drink,”
y/n watched him as he drove, studying his movements that she knew how to read all too well. There was something in her that softened the contempt she felt for him, he had hurt her but the avid feeling she’d held for the past three weeks seemed to be vanishing by just being around him.
“How’s training been this week?” she asked
“Sub-par,” Mason muttered
“I haven’t been able to think straight.”
y/n pursed her lips, she knew what he was alluding to and she felt slight guilt but she knew she wasn’t solely in the wrong; Mason had it coming.
“We’re going to be seen,” y/n said, keeping her eyes on the road as they drove.
“I’m not bothered,” Mason replied.
“Maybe I am,”
Mason looked over at her momentarily, immediately gaging why she cared: Jadon. He didn’t respond, he continued to drive and y/n put up with his hostility for the rest of the trip.
They sat in the beer garden of the pub next to each other on the bench, y/n looked at him in curiosity, surely he had something to say given the determination he had shown.
“You didn’t want to be seen because of Jadon,” Mason said before taking a sip of his pint.
“Yeah,” y/n nodded, taking her eyes off him. “Ben too, remember him?”
“How was your trip?” Mason asked, bitterness in his tone. y/n tilted her head, biting her lip in anxiousness.
“Mason,” y/n breathed, “I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of this.”
“I think you know y/n. I hate even the thought of you with someone else, but now you’re actually dating him.”
“I’m not dating him, it’s casual.” She replied, turning her body to face him.
“Casual like we were?” He asked. y/n felt a pain run through her at his use of the past tense, ‘were’, no longer, ended.
“It isn’t like that, you know it isn’t.”
“What, so just sex, no feelings?” Mason said, a tone of confrontation in his voice.
“No feelings from my side.” y/n breathed. Mason shook his head, an irritated smile on his face. “Look Mason, I don’t know what you fucking expect. You were the one who went off and got a girlfriend, do you not see how hypocritical you’re being?”
“You never even gave me the chance to explain y/n, she was just for show.”
“I think it was disrespectful enough of you to turn up at Ben’s with her, it explained more than anything you could’ve said to me.” y/n muttered before taking a sip of her drink.
“You ever think to ask yourself why? y/n, my mind has been completely overtaken by you and you only since we first started this, and I know that you won’t make it official because of Ben, and now Jadon. Do you know what that’s like, to think that I’m so close to having you but I know I’ll never get there?”
“We both know that we can’t hurt Ben, we’ve spoken about this.” y/n said, trying to keep herself together. Mason felt a pang of soaring disappointment run through him, he was falling in love with her and she was pushing him away. “Maybe it’s for the best that we’ve both found other people...even if they aren’t the best choice.”
“I don’t want to be with someone else y/n,” Mason said gravely. She turned her head to look at him, biting her lip as her eyes watered, what she was doing was breaking her own heart but they’d made a deal.
“Your brother got into a punch-up at training today,” Mason said as they sat on the balcony of his bedroom.
“You’re kidding me, with who?” y/n rushed.
“He seemed completely fine when he got back earlier.” y/n said, turning her body to face him, eager to find out all she could. “What was it about?”
“You,” Mason breathed. He watched as y/n’s lips parted slightly as she connected the dots.
“What about me?” she said quietly, y/n knew the answer already but she needed to be sure. It meant much more than just a fight between her brother and his teammate; it meant something for the way in which she and Mason could be together.
“Jorgi asked if he could take you for a drink and Ben got shitty but it was fine, then on the pitch they were playing and Ben tackled him unintentionally, Jorgi got nasty and said something about you. Ben flipped and punched him. I went back to the changing room with him and asked why he got so pissed off and he just said that the thought of you with any of us was the last thing he ever wanted to have to think about. That he wasn’t going to let a relationship with one of us to happen, he said that none of us were worthy of you, he went into full overprotective mode.”
y/n stayed silent as she processed what Mason had told her. He took hold of her hand and squeezed it to reassure her that they would figure it out. “We can never tell him,” y/n breathed. Mason sighed, he knew that was the answer he was going to get but the reality of hearing it was another added blow.
“Mason, I’m serious. Ben can never find out, we just have to keep it casual, and if we start getting proper feelings then we have to pull back. Your friendship with him is too valuable, and he’s my brother, I don’t want to actively go against the one thing that he’s dead-set on.”
y/n watched as he scratched his jaw, he knew she was right. y/n stood from her seat and walked over to him, lifting his chin and leaning down to kiss him deeply.
“You remember how we said that if we started developing feelings then we would cool things off? Neither of us have done that, and it’s for a reason y/n.” Mason declared. y/n took a shallow breath in, he was winning her over little by little.
He placed his hand on her knee, she was visibly upset, the conflict between the loyalty she felt to her brother, the responsibility she felt for the circumstances of Mason and Ben’s friendship, and her own happiness ravaged her mind incessantly.
“You need time,” Mason said, tracing patterns on her knee. “But y/n, there isn’t a shadow of a doubt about it, I’m falling in love with you--”
“I need you to know, and I’m going to respect whatever you decide to do at the end of the day, but you mean so much to me.”
For the next two days y/n couldn’t think straight, Mason being on her mind constantly as she endured the torturous process of coming to a decision. She hadn’t been able to get any of her work done, the standard of everything was sub-par at best, and she felt this overwhelming sadness inside.
She scrolled through the messages they shared, a smile on her lips as she did so, y/n came across a photo Mason had taken of her as she lay in his bed, a joyous smile on her face. Her mind flashed back to that time, feeling her heart warm as she relived the memories.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mason said as he hovered over her after having taken the photo. She had a soft smile on her face as she listened to his words.
y/n knew what she had to do, she knew that this emptiness was because she didn’t have Mason and the only way she could resolve it was by making a decision, the right decision.
That was what she had come to late on Saturday night, ‘he’ll be out’ y/n thought to herself as she stared at her phone. However, she couldn’t restrain her impulse and she phoned him quicker than she could comprehend.
“y/n?” he said. She remained silent, shocked that he was actually speaking and she was about to commit to everything, to him. “y/n/n.” he said again, an urgency in his voice.
“Um, look, I was going to ask if you were free but it sounds like you’re out, don’t worry.” she said.
“No, no it’s fine, I can come and meet you.” Mason immediately replied. “Where are you?”
“Just at home,”
“Come to mine, I can be back in twenty.”
With that the line went dead. y/n’s heart was beating as she realised what was happening, after all those months of preventing both herself and Mason from being able to be properly happy and settled.
y/n smiled as she walked up the drive; Mason stood there with a grin on his face. He hugged her in greeting but it turned into something much more, she stayed in his arms and gripped the fabric of his t-shirt as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. He kissed her head and lingered in her presence, he had a feeling that he was going to get the news he’d been hoping for.
Mason wrapped an arm around her and led her into the living room.
“You know why I’m here,” she said. Mason nodded, feeling more nervous. “Knowing that there’s a possibility of life without you has felt like shit, I can’t imagine what it would feel like for real. I’m sorry for pushing you away Mase, I don’t know why I was so adamant about everything. I need you,” she said.
Mason pulled her into him, his eyes piercing hers. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and examined her features, his smile widening as the reality began to hit him; she took the his hand that rested on her cheek in her own and brought it to her lips placing a kiss on his knuckle.
“I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you that I loved you two days ago,” he said, she let her brilliant smile shine through, a small blush rising to her lips.
“Mason, I love you too.” she managed to laugh. He exhaled in sheer relief before pulling her up off the sofa, wrapping his hands around her waist. He leant down and kissed her passionately, she let out a small moan as his grip tightened around her and her hands explored his hair as they took one another in.
"It’s been a month,” Mason breathed as she placed kissed on his neck, scraping the surface of his skin gently as she did so.
y/n looked up at him, her eyes had a devilish look in them as she did so, “What do you think I’m doing?”
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Summary: Your Arthur Leclercs best friend. So why, after a random night in London, are you falling for his brother?
Chapter One: The Start Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex.
Word Count: 4.1k
Note: This chapter changes location a few times, marked with an ‘***’ so please look out! Thank you so much for all the kind messages about this fic, life has been so hectic at the moment so thank you all so much for being patient! If I have left you off the tag list please let me know, I tried to remember everyone!
Chapter Three: The First Time
Sharing such an intimate moment with Charles was always something that you associated with a lot of risk. After experiencing what can only be described as ‘a few kisses’ with someone within your friendship group from home a few years back, you had made a firm decision that sneaking around and lying to those around you wasn’t a good idea. Sure, it was fun but ultimately it wasn’t worth the stress or drama, especially when you knew it was going nowhere. However, the current situation presenting itself to you was different. It was Charles. The kiss was something that you’d anticipated for so long, yet it still managed to defy your expectations.
As it would be to anyone, you found the intimate part of a relationship very important. If there were no instant feelings when your lips connected you almost considered it pointless to continue, because if they weren’t there immediately at one of the most exciting parts then when would they be?
There was no denying you had a connection with Charles, it was obvious growing up, it was obvious during the kiss and it was even more obvious as you found yourself once more tangled in his sheets. This time rather than leaving a gap, you were both doing everything you could to make sure there was no room between you. You’d only popped to his room to say goodbye, you were both leaving Mykonos in the morning.
Knocking on his door and entering after a quiet ‘come in', you were greeted with him trying to ram everything into a suitcase. He looked surprisingly calm considering the number of things getting in the way of the zipper, surrounded by discarded items he’d pulled out to try and make room. Despite there only being one moment you’d shared alone this holiday something had changed between the two of you. Knowing that there were feelings there, you both seemed more relaxed in one another's presence. So when a soft smile made its way onto his face at the sight of you, you couldn’t help but embrace him in a hug.
As you wrapped your arms around him Charles could feel this was different to your normal hugs. He didn’t think there were many different types of hugs, but this one was new for the both of you. You were holding him tighter, like you didn't want him to leave. Rather than refraining from inhaling his scent as you usually did so (or did at least discreetly) you breathed in deeply and let yourself savour the moment. It was your hands toying with his hair that was driving him crazy, it hadn’t been cut in a while and your fingers started to tangle themselves within the small curls that were starting to form.
“I came to say bye.” Despite saying it with a smile, you didn’t sound overjoyed. You’d had an incredible holiday and didn’t really want it to end. “I don’t really want to go”.
“Neither do I.” He chuckled slightly at your comment. Who would ever want to leave paradise? Especially when he knew you’d be back in the rainy UK while they all continued to travel the world. For him, driving was an escape. He loved nothing more the flying around the race track. However there were times, like anyone with a job, when work got stressful. Team expectations were always high and understandingly so. The battle for third in the constructors was well under way and pressure was increasing each race.
You looked up at him, chin resting against his chest. The moment felt natural, there was no awkward silence, no awkward feelings. You pressed your lips against his and he began to realise that for him, you felt like an escape. You'd known him forever so had a good idea of what he'd been through, if he hadn't mentioned anything before he was sure Arthur would've. You were familiar, yet so new and exciting. He didn't feel anxious about questioning your intention, he knew how mature you were and that whatever was going on between the two of you would be dealt with responsibly. He trusted you, however he couldn't tell you this yet. He didn't want to scare you off before anything had even begun. So he decided he wanted to show you.
He deepened the kiss and you happily obliged, there was no way no earth you were going to stop him. You ran your hands down his back before sliding them under his shirt sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't quite believe what was happening.
You tugged at his shirt, signalling for him to break the kiss to allow you to pull it over his head. Quickly taking the hint he pulled away for a split second, giving you just enough time to throw it on the floor with what seemed to be the rest of his wardrobe. The following kiss was full of hunger. It didn't take long for him to begin pushing you towards the bed. It was neatly made which you found surprising. He didn’t strike you as the type of person who made time for that but you liked it, it was always something you seemed to forget to do, especially during early mornings when you were running late.
He began to remove your shirt, pausing to look up at you when he realised you had nothing on under it. That's what you liked about Charles, he was respectful and a gentlemen, yet as soon and you gave him a small smile and nod to continue, his eyes changed from soft to determined. It was a look you had seen often when he has his helmet on and visor flipped up, images of him plastered on Instagram over race weekends, but you'd never seen it like this. No helmet, no one around to pretend for.
You weren't an overly shy person, confidence was something you managed to radiate wherever you went, no matter how you were feeling inside. It wasn't a façade as such, just something you'd always used as a coping mechanism. You didn't want people to mistake your vulnerability as a weakness, so you never showed it.
He could recall the last time he'd seen so vulnerable, it wasn't something that happened often. It was after your bad break up when he'd walked into what he expected to be an empty room in Abu Dhabi at the end of the 2019 season. He'd left the F1 party madness in search of a few minutes alone with himself, a chance to catch his breath after a hectic f1 season, his first win and under the saddest circumstances. He'd predicted the small room at the end of the dark corridor would have some type of catering stuff in and he was right, but it also had you, in floods of tears, sitting on the table surrounded by expensive champagne and overpriced wine.
You'd wiped your tears as soon as you saw him, your instant reaction to pretend that everything was fine and continue as normal, but Charles wasn't stupid. Arthur had been keeping him in the loop although he didn't know too much himself. In spite of your ex boyfriend knowing and getting along with all your friends, you kept most of your relationship private. The break up was messy and quite abrupt and to be quite honest, you were ashamed that you went back to him a few months later, believing his lies that he was ready now and things would be different, only for him to do exactly the same thing again. You kept the details on the down low largely because you were embarrassed and didn't want those outside your friendship group to even have the chance of finding out.
Charles gave you a small smile as he entered the room but it wasn't enough to cover the look of concern on his face. You knew he was very close to his brother and that it was likely he'd been told that you'd been broken up with.
"He told me that he doesn't love me anymore." You barely got the words out before a sob escaped your lips. Charles almost ran across the room when he saw the tears you'd so desperately tried to hold back run down your already soaked cheeks. The sleeves of your dress were drenched, your attempt to use them once more to dry your eyes was pointless. He noticed and quickly pulled the handkerchief out of his suit pocket, drying them himself. You gave him a weak smile, a laugh leaving your lips as he tried to keep up with their rate of flow.
"You know he's stupid right. You deserve better than that."
"So everyone's been telling me." You laughed at yourself more than anything. You knew you deserved better, but that didn't make you love him any less.
"Have you spoken to him?" Charles didn't want to seem nosey but he did want to help.
"No, not for a few days. He keeps messaging me, telling me he's changed his mind and made a mistake but I can't go back, not again." He didn't probe any further as a comfortable silence dell over the two of you. He watched you deep in thought, unbeknown to him the past few years was playing in your mind over and over, like it had been recorded and someone was forcing you to watch it on fast forward.
"I'm not crying because I want him back." You were staring at a painting on the wall. It was of a scene near a beach and had 8 little people sat on the sand. It was random, you weren't sure why it was hanging in the wall of a storage room, but it was distracting you somewhat and for that you were thankful someone had chosen to hang it there.
Charles was still looking at you. He'd never seen someone look so broken, so upset, yet still try and seem so strong.
"I wouldn't judge you either way"
"You say that but you would. Anyone in their right mind you agree that it wouldn't be the best idea" He admired your attempt to lighten the mood, your sense of humour overpowering your sadness.
"I'm upset because I'm scared." He wasn't expecting that. "I'm scared because I've lost the one person I thought I'd be with forever and I know that's laughable because I'm not even 20 and I have so much of my life to live and people to meet, but what if I never fall in love again?"
Your question was rhetorical. You didn't expect an answer to such a deep idea which is why when Charles let out an 'ummmmm' as though he was searching for an explanation you cut him off. Your eyes left the painting and you looked back at him.
"I've not told anyone that," you shook your head as you spoke as though it would erase the thought. "Anyway that's enough about that I'll get over it." You didn't know if you would, but you at least wanted to believe you could. "What brings you into this luxurious room?"
Your voice dripped with sarcasm as you both looked around the walls. The wallpaper was hanging off in most places. You'd put money on it being held up by the shelves alone. The table you were now both sat on was covered in empty cardboard boxes and the lack of a window made the room smell a bit damp, which you weren't sure was possible but after taking a glimpse at the alcohol covered carpet you weren't going to question it.
"I just needed a second to, you know," He gestured into the air with his hands before looking at you. "Breathe." You did know.
"You've had one hell of a season." He nodded his head in agreement. Anthoine's accident had been hard for everyone to deal with, especially the Leclerc brothers. "I can't believe I've just sat here and moaned to you about a boy." You felt guilty, you'd experienced Arthur dealing with grief first hand and if Charles was anything like him (which he was) he'd be struggling too.
"It's fine," Charles insisted. "It took my mind off it all for a second."
"How've you been?" You were aware it was a bit of a stupid, generic question but wanted him to know you cared.
"Errrr better more recently, Pierre's still not great though."
"I can't even begin to imagine what it's like," You swallowed thickly. Every time the boys got into their cars you blocked all bad thoughts out of your head, they were good drivers and after all, they were just at 'work', but every time a yellow or red flag was waved your heart would skip a beat and you could barely bring yourself to look at the screen.
"Yeah well fortunately it doesn't happen often anymore." He was right. "It's just unfortunate when it rarely does." He looked up at you and noticed that your tears had dried, his handkerchief still wrapped tightly in your hand. "Shall we head back in?" You nodded you head at his question and hopped off the table.
"Is it okay if I keep this for the night? I'll give it back to you once I've washed it, I don't think you'd appreciate it in its current state. I'm pretty sure its covered in my snot too." He laughed at your confession.
"You can keep it." He smiled. You did keep it, it was at home, neatly folded on one of your drawers. You were determined to give it back to him at some point.
As Charles looked at you he realised that this was a different type of vulnerability. He wanted to be the only one to see you this way. It became incomprehensible to him that someone could see you like this and not appreciate it with every fibre of their being. You were never one to find your breasts particularly great, especially laying down. Your instant reaction was to use your arms to cover them slightly.
He gently kissed down your neck, lightly grabbing your hands in his own to move your arms out his view. Charles was a superstar, he was famous and also incredibly beautiful, you'd expected to feel self conscious in front of him but his words were all it took for that to go away.
"You're beautiful mon ange" his voice was lower than usual, his accent thicker. You trusted Charles completely and allowed him to place your wrists above your head. He held them down with one hand whilst his other hand rested on your waist. His kisses trailed further down your neck until he reached your breasts.
He placed a gentle kiss to one of your nipples, a moaning leaving your lips the Charles' second his tongue flicked over it. Your head rolled back as you did so, eyes only opening when he removed the connection. You frowned at him, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"I didn't think I'd find your sweet spot so quickly mon cherie!" You rolled your eyes at his comment, a smile creeping its way onto your face.
"Yeah well that's just one of them, and probably the easiest to find."
"I'll have to keep searching then." He'd barely finished his sentence before his lips rejoined yours. It wasn't long before you were both completely naked on top of his sheets, Charles still on top, teasing your entrance with his hard on.
"Pardon?" He heard you perfectly fine but was enjoying teasing you. You lifted your head up to look at him more directly.
"Please Charles, I really need you." That's all he wanted to hear. That's all he needed to hear. Within seconds he was inside you, wasting no more time. He'd been dying to do this ever since London and couldn't help but think about all the time they'd wasted.
"Oh my god, you feel so good." His words were followed by a string of moans which were like music to your ears as he continued to thrust into you. As his name fell from your lips you watched his eyes lit up. His pace quickened shortly after making you see stars.
"Ah, yes baby like that." He wasn't sure where the nickname had come from but it encouraged him none the less. It wasn't long before you both finished, him falling beside you. You laid in silence for a while, the thin layer of sweat that had formed had disappeared a bit making the cuddle you were having a bit more comfortable.
"This is nice." You admitted. This wasn't something the two of you had done before, let alone naked.
"So was that." You giggled slightly when you realised what he was referring to.
"Yeah, that was nice too.”
"Can you stay the night with me?" The forwardness of his question was a surprise to you considering the villa was full of your friends who were unaware that the two of you had something going on.
"Definitely." It was unlikely that anyone was going to catch you now, it was past 2 in the morning and your flight was early anyway. "I do feel bad though, not telling Arthur."
"I can understand that, maybe we should speak to him soon. I want to take you out properly first though."
"Oooooo a date, how exciting!"
"I have a couple of plans in mind." That made you smile. No one had ever put any real effort into a date for you before. It was always you coming up with the ideas.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Your curiosity was at an all time high. Where did Charles Leclerc want to take you?
"You'll have to wait and see." He placed a kiss on your forehead as you both shifted to get under the covers.
"I'll look forward to it!" That night, you fell asleep in Charles' arms and took in every second of it. You were sure you were awake way past him, his light snoring added to the list of things you found extremely cute about him.
The plane ride from London to Belgium was short, yet long enough for you to over think all the possible outcomes from this weekend. You wanted to know Charles’ intentions but didn’t want to ask. It was too early onto give anything a label and that wasn’t what you wanted, at least not right at this moment, but you didn’t want to lead each other on and take it too far in the spur of the moment and it amount into nothing but awkward family holidays and uncomfortable encounters with each other’s future partners. Of course, you were thinking way too far into the future and you knew that, you knew you should be enjoying life moment by moment, but you also knew you were playing a risky game.
The thoughts heavily clouding you brain vanished the second you spotted Charles. Arthur had invited you to Spa long before Charles had. Perhaps that was why you felt so guilty for paying more attention to the formula one driver sat in front of you then the formula three driver sat beside you sharing a story with the rest of the table. Luckily, it was a tale of an adventure the two of you experienced a few summers back so you could easily zone in and out.
The communication between you and Charles had been minimal since Mykonos. It had been a little over a week and all you'd shared were a few text conversations, a few Instagram messages and a parcel. You'd arrived home from Mykonos to yet another gift from Charles however rather than resting on your wrist as his previous one did so nicely, this one was hugging your figure beneath the casual dress you'd thrown on for dinner.
Charles' name was nowhere to be found on the parcel. It was obvious the lingerie set was from him, it was ferrari red and accompanied with a note reading 'See you in Spa x'. You still compared the handwriting to his previous note, butterflies flooding your stomach when they matched.
After his teasing, you'd decided it was your turn and how better to start it by wearing it beneath your dress to dinner surrounded by a bunch of his friends and family. You'd sat directly opposite him when you arrived at the hotels dining hall, despite not having a great qualifying session he seemed to be in a good mood.
The waiter began handing out what must've been the eighth round of drinks, everyone choosing soft over alcoholic not wanting to drink in front of the drivers who would have to put off alcohol until after tomorrow's race. As everyone focused on getting their correct drink, you let your foot collide with Charles' knee beneath the table, the looks the two of you exchanged going unnoticed.
Of course your touch immediately gained his attention, you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head as you remained focused on the waiter as he called out your drink. You raised your hand in the air, letting the shoulder of your dress fall slightly, revealing the thin piece of fabric. As soon as you had your drink in hand you leaned back into your chair and covered your shoulder, looking up at Charles.
He knew you were teasing him, you wore your smug smile with pride. He'd half expected you to just bring the set with you and maybe wear it to the race if you felt like it, maybe even the date he'd planned for Sunday night but he should've known better after you'd begged him to touch you just a week prior. You couldn't help but notice how quiet he'd become, the chats he'd had throughout dinner had faded and it was clear he only had one thing on his mind.
"I'm just going to the toilet." You announced to the table although it was mainly for Charles' benefit, his hand had been gripping your thigh for most of the night. You'd barely made it out of sight from the others before Charles had caught you up and pulled you into what you only could assume was a laundry room, the smell of fresh linen overwhelming your senses.
"You seem to be having fun teasing me mon ange" Charles had you against a wall, your head in between his palms that were pressed firmly against the wall either side of you.
"I thought it would be more difficult Charles." The smirk on your face only grew as his eyes fell to your lips. It wasn't long before they were met with his, your hand instinctively reaching for the back of his head to bring him as close as you could. You could've kissed him all day, saddened when he pulled away so quickly.
"What do you expect when you're wearing this set in front of everyo-," He cut his sentence short as he ran his hand up your skirt. Your smirk returned as his eyes widened. "Oh my god."
"What?" you asked innocently. Charles tilted his head, a look on his face that said 'really?' to which you giggled slightly. He reached into his pocket and handed you one of his two room keys.
"We've just ordered dessert Charles." He rolled his eyes at your comment.
"I'm afraid you should've thought about that before deciding to not wear panties to dinner."
"I've been okay so far," You picked the room key from his hand and slid it up your sleeve. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got ice cream on its way." He regretfully let you walk past him with ease, both of you knowing that you had him at your mercy. When he re-joined the table you noticed how his hand didn't relocate itself on your thigh so instead you ran your foot up and down the inside of his leg, earning a glare each time you did so. He could see you revelling in his desperateness, each time he'd send a glare your way it would be met with you circling your ice cream with your tongue teasingly slowly. Before you'd even got to the cone Charles pushed himself up from the table, scrapping his chair back as he did so.
"Upstairs. Now." With only a few people left at the table the discarded ice cream went unnoticed.