Say It Again - Jacaerys X F! Reader (18+)

Say it Again - Jacaerys x F! Reader (18+)

✧ Jacerys Velaryon x Fem! Reader

✧ Word count: 0.8k

Contains: she/her pronouns, no use of y/n, older ish cocky Jacaerys?? Idfk, fingering, reader has an orgasm against a wall, use of high valyrian, princess! Reader, lovey dovey Jace

“Say it again,” the Prince whispered in his lover’s ear, his body pinning her against the wall. His arms were a cage around her body as he slowly maneuvered his knee in between her legs.

“My lord-“ she whispered back, almost a plea for him to treat her with the mother’s mercy. “I-“

He hiked her dress up to her waist, knee pressing against that delectable spot between her thighs. “Yes?” Prince Jacaerys whispered, slowly applying more pressure. She could only find it in herself to moan in reply.

He chuckles at that, the sound rumbling in his chest, making her heartbeat quicken. “I said say it,” Jacaerys repeats. The Prince moves his free hand up her thigh, gently squeezing and she involuntarily grinds her hips against him.

She needs him. She needs everything that is him. His hand moves upward, touching her with just a finger and her hips buck into him with a whine.

“Princess, I promise..” he starts, taking a pause to kiss along her jaw with soft lips. “I promise I’ll take care of you.. just. Say. It.”

“Jace-,” she moans, and he stares into her eyes. She looks at him like a deer and for a minute he wants to consume her immediately.

Jacaerys settles for gently touching her throbbing clit through her underclothes, torturously rubbing at such a slow speed she wonders if she’s imagining it.

Her eyelids flutter and she arches her back against the wall she’s pressed against, the cold stone creating an ache. It’s nothing compared to the ache in her stomach, the ache to come apart for him.

She doesn’t want to say it, she doesn’t want to give him that power yet. But he’s oh so good with his hand, and the princess can’t even begin to wonder where he learned such skills before he’s pressing against her again. His cock is hard, his body warm; and she gasps in pleasure.

Jacaerys smirks at his lover, watches as she writhes against him from just a touch. He feels her body he at up, he feels her legs clamping against his hand to keep him there… and yet he wants to hear her call him-

“Gods, gods my king please, I can’t-” she mewls.

There it is.

“Issa sȳz hāedar,” Jacaerys whispers and the princess cries out. Loud. My good girl.

She’s so wet that his fingers easily slide into her cunt, sending her thrashing even harder. Two long digits stretch her apart, and he curls them inside. Grabbing at his hair his lover throws her head back hard against the stone.

“Shh shh my beautiful, be gentle with yourself,” Jacaerys coos, removing his fingers to rub at her clit again. It’s throbbing against him, sending a delicious buzz to her core, and he grins before gently sliding his free hand to behind her head. “You’ve been so good for me.. don’t hurt yourself.”

He kisses her lips gently, letting her find solace in his soft mouth, dancing with her tongue until she’s calm again.

And yet her cunt still pulses, and he still wants to see her fall apart. Jacaerys thrusts three fingers into her, stretching her apart against his hand. “Come for me princess.. I know you can. Come apart for your king,” he commands, and yet he says it with so much gentleness, so much love, it sends her heart reeling.

She wants to. She wants to listen to him. He slides them in and out at such a fast pace, and then his thumb comes to brush against her clit that she grabs at him, hiking her leg higher on his waist to let him go deeper.

Jacaerys curls his fingers against that one spot inside her, and she gasps again, broken whines filling the room. “Fuck come on, give it to me, Tepagon ziry naejot issa-“ Give it to me.

The princess claws at his back, throwing her hips forward into him and he presses on her clit again. “Jace, oh Jace, I’m almost-“

Her eyes squeeze shut as her body shudders, everything disappearing into a satisfying hum. Her legs shake as she struggles to stand up, and yet Jace grabs her leg higher. He doesn’t stop touching her, riding her through her orgasm, her noises stopping as her mouth forms that delectable ‘o’ shape.

Moans turn into fast breaths and he lets her put her legs down, holding her against him gently. Jacaerys removes his fingers and circles them around her wetness, gathering her release on his hand.

He softly kisses her lips again, her eyes fluttering with satisfaction. “You’re so perfect for me,” he whispers, and he brings her dress back down.

“Now come.. walk with me back to my chambers, with my prize running down your thighs..” he continues, kissing her face to bring her back to him.

“And I’ll clean it off of you in a way a princess deserves.”

Falling asleep in bestfriend!Eddie’s bed

You’d spent another Friday night with Eddie, munching on snacks, yapping for hours while he tidied up his room and fiddled with his guitar, before reaching for a movie and setting it up in his bedroom to watch. You’d planned on having your best friend drive you back home shortly after it was over, but when the ending credits started rolling and your eyelids got heavier, you’d barely heard him mumble something until you’d completely succumbed to sleep.

He walks back in with a glass of water, asking you another question and getting no response, when he sees your hands clutched onto one of his pillows, a leg propped up, and breaths so soft- he immediately goes quiet at the sight.

~

You lay against a soft mattress, lingering spice on sheets you’d been snugly tucked into, and an arm draped around your back, when you wake up and realize you’re not in your own room.

A light snore beside you shakes you out of your confusion, as you become aware that you’d fallen asleep at Eddie’s. In his bed.

You turn your head to see the man himself with his mouth parted slightly and a cheek pressed to a pillow.

You can’t help yourself, and it seems like a safe bet, so you reach out a gentle hand to push a curl from his eyes, when he stirs at your touch.

Oops.

“Mmnh?” He groans, letting out a yawn as you fight off a smile, when he remembers who’s next to him.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. What’re you doin’?” He grumbles.

“I fell asleep here.”

“Mhm.”

“And you tucked me in.”

“I did.”

A moment passes before you decide to ignore his initial question, when the arm that was resting along your sleeping form moves to pull you in closer, “c’mere.”

You gladly oblige, but can’t hide the nerves that heat your cheeks.

“What’s- what are we doing, Eds?”

“It’s Saturday. We’re sleeping in a little longer.”

“Okay..” you rest your head against his chest, wondering why he’s acting like this is something you do all the time.

“Later on we can go down to the lake or somethin’. Grab a bite? If you want.”

“That sounds nice,” you trail off, honing in on his heartbeat that’s racing underneath his cool demeanor.

“Kay. Get some more sleep, sweetheart.”

And with a sly kiss to your forehead, his breaths slow back down, when you decide to return the favor and peck him underneath his chin, and his heart’s hammering all over again.

“Night, Eds.”

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just keep breathing | javier peña x f!reader

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

summary: javi finds it harder and harder to keep up with the more physical aspects of his job. reader offers him some love and words of comfort.

word count: 1k

rating: 18+ minors dni

warnings etc: BODY REPRESENTATION <3 (reader is described as having thicker thighs, a belly, and crow’s feet), smoking + smoking related health issues, hurt/comfort, back massages, fluff, angst, bein in ur 30s/40s, established relationship. probably bad spanish (please correct me). NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: just a little drabble while i finish up imh pt 2. this is not based on any canonical instance, just a made up scenario that i imagine taking place somewhere in season 3 of narcos. 

PLEASE NOTE that this is purely self-indulgent and may not to speak to the experiences of every larger-bodied person and/or smoker.

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Drunk!joe going feral over you

Tonight’s a particular favourite of Joe’s antics pulled when he’s in the horny state of mind. He’s got one hand pinning your own together above your head, your back is slammed against the wall. His mouth sucking sweetly on your neck, tongue tasting the perfume on your skin making him hum.

Meanwhile, his other hand is engaged down your jeans, in your panties and he’s rubbing vigorously against your clit, pleasuring the ache you’ve been sporting since he first told you how much he wanted you when you were out. Your heads slightly tipped back against where you’re placed, your lips parted and little moans are seeping from your vocal chords; only egging Joe on further to keep going.

His mouth trails upward to your ear as he nibbles on your lobe, two fingers are now pressed down hard against your bud, making your thighs squirm, you’re doing your best to keep yourself held in a position that won’t make you fall to your knees from the satisfaction you’re receiving from the fingers that treat you so well.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, a deep exhale followed by a shiver down your spine and straight round into the pit of your core when he does the inevitable.

“Yeah baby, you like that don’t you? You like when I play with you this way, giving you what you want.” Joe panted the words that hit your ear drum like a prayer.

You nodded enthusiastically, and his fingers pressurised your cunt more, messily rubbing the combination of his spit and your own slick to fasten his pace. There wasn’t a great deal of room as your clothes hindered his movements a little, but Joe knew what he was doing and he knew how you liked it and that one thing didn’t stop him from almost making you cum then and there.

“Feels so good Joey.” You bite down on your bottom lip when you feel a growl erupt from him. His hand disappears from inside your jeans, but falls over the button, undoing it and pushing them down side by side with your underwear until they fall far enough.

“Spread for me.”

His grip tightens where he’s still holding your hands up. Good thing he did too because when you felt two fingers thrust up inside of you, your legs almost buckled.

“Oh my- oh my god.” You moaned out.

His fingers fucked into you almost as well as his cock did. He stretched them out a little to feel your walls clench around them.

“This pretty little pussy is soaking for these fingers, holy shit.” He quickened the way he slammed into you, a third finger added briefly after.

“Joe I can’t, p-please, I” you groaned his name out over and over again, but the selective hearing took over him and he chose not to react, instead he began a circular motion, pushing them to a side you particularly enjoyed being stimulated. Folding them slightly, it touched a nerve right against your sweet spot and you arched your back from against the wall, almost hitting a riding motion to his movements.

“Cum, let go for me beautiful. Wanna be able to taste it after and smell you on me for days.”

You did. Your lungs, your body and your cunt shook and squirmed and let go just as he instructed. A rush of the erotic kind coursed through every part of you, making you scream.

“Joe! Fuck!”

“Atta girl, that’s it!”

He let you ride out your orgasm for the next few minutes, you held onto the feeling for as long as you could. Joe’s erection was pressed against you and you knew suddenly he wasn’t done with you yet.

“On your knees. Gonna fuck your face next.”

hi! Can i request jace cute bf headcannons or like a cute fluff blurb 🤍 tyy

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

★ amira speaks : okay so i wrote this assuming bf meant (not modern!au) boyfriend, not best friend, right? anyways! hope you enjoy this lovelyy 💜💙

: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys is the ultimate gentleman with you. From the second he begins to court you, you’re immediatly entitled to the entirety of his love, and attention.

: ̗̀➛ Expect him to be extremely protective of you. Remember when he got angry at court because his mother got called a whore, and Aegon was disrespecting both him and Baela? Well, if you get disrespected in anyway possible, he won’t hesitate in defending you right away either by verbally confronting that person, or going as far as getting physical to protect you.

: ̗̀➛ Sweet boy will always like spoiling you with love, or gifts. Jace will be very attentive to anything you say, so if you say you like X thing, he will get it for you the next day and have it placed on top of your bed as a surprise. No matter what it is, it’s all to see you content... And maybe get rewarded by you with tons of smooches, and a tight embrace. He just likes seeing his girl happy.

: ̗̀➛ Unlike Lucerys, he wouldn’t be shyly reluctant in showing his love for you the moment he starts courting you. He will always take your hand and raise it to his lips to kiss it, kiss your cheeks/forehead, play with your hair, give you endearing nicknames in High Valyrian, etc.

: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys will always try to find a way to impress you. For example, if you always go and watch him swordtrain with Lucerys on the Dragonstone beach. Knowing you will be there observing his every move, he will use the best of his abilities with the sword and beat Lucerys just to proudly have you cheering and congratulating him. Also, tries to impress you with his High Valyrian.

: ̗̀➛ I can definitely see him getting a bit jealous when he sees Lucerys spending too much time with/near you, or laughing with him. But oh, you see right through him, and comfort him with tons of smooches telling him he’s the only one you could possibly have eyes for.

: ̗̀➛ Dragonrides on Vermax? Of course! As reluctant as you might initially be on approaching Vermax, Jace will reassure you that he will like you just as much as he adores you. And obviously, with baby steps, he gets to convince you to get a tight grip on him while being on top of Vermax’s saddle together, and dragonriding together.

: ̗̀➛ ^ Jacaerys lives for the content expression on your delightful face before, during, and after the dragonride. Will take you everyday if you wish to, and sometimes, Jace can’t help but stare at you with heart eyes when he sees you playing and petting Vermax.

: ̗̀➛ Have I said extremely protective of you? Oh yeah, and adores to show you off. If he has to go to King’s Landing (or anywhere, really) with his family, he will take you with him. All the time, you will be by his side, and he will allow you to take a grip of his arm just to show you off around everyone about how beautiful and precious you are.

: ̗̀➛ Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles! Sweetiepie Jace will love to be the big spoon. He usually sneaks into your chambers, and will protecticely cover your entire body judt so you aren’t cold. Also, loves to tightly hold you against his chest as he presses delicate pecks and kisses on your forehead + cheeks, and whisper sweet nothings to you about how much he treasures you.

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drunken daydreams | s.b. x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of drinking, pining, fluff

a/n: little fun fact i found out, beer pong was invented in the 1950's?? also this is for week three of jinxed july for my wives <3

Hopeless. That is what it felt like to crush on Sirius Black. Hopeless because Sirius was, well…everything. He was charming beyond belief, even professors falling for his half turned smile and cheeky winks. He was absolutely gorgeous, unfairly so really, onyx hair that fell in messy tendrils no matter how many times he ran his ring glad fingers through it. His eyes were always playfully full of mischief, but if you truly paid attention to him (and you did) you could tell that they shifted just the slightest bit in shade depending on his mood. His mouth seemed to permanently be painted with a smirk unless someone was telling him ‘no’, then his powder pink lips would puff in a pout and who in their right mind could deny that look? (certainly not you). 

When Lily asked you to spend a week at James’s family cabin with her over summer holiday you had originally said no. James’s cabin meant Sirius’s cabin since the latter now lived with the former; that and they were attached at the hip with no hope of prying them apart. Lily had pouted, begging you to say yes, but going only seemed like torture. Torture because it’d be a week essentially alone with Sirius as Lily and James would likely frequently find couple things to do, Marlene and Dorcus would be hiking everyday and Remus would seclude himself with ‘peace and quite for once’. Alone time with Sirius made you nervous because you were nearly, practically, almost one hundred percent sure that your feelings toward Sirius were not reciprocated. 

But that did not stop Lily from employing the raven haired boy to get you to change your mind. Which is how you found yourself conveniently alone with Sirius in the train compartment on the ride back from Hogwarts. “Pretty please, you can’t not go, everyone’s going,” in classic fashion with his little pout and his eyes widened. You tried to avert your gaze from his, knowing if you looked too long you’d give in. But this tactic failed miserably as Sirius simply moved back into your view, “I’m literally begging here, love,” and oh how he looked so pretty begging. “Please say yes, I cannot hear James or Lils complain the whole week. I need you there.”

He needed you there. That’s what he had said. And that one phrase spun a slew of delusional scenarios in your mind that led you to agree to join the rest of the group for the week. 

It wasn’t as bad as you originally anticipated in the beginning. The lot of you gathered at the Potter’s manner, utilizing the floo system for their hike to the cabin, that experience going surprisingly swimmingly for it being your first time. The first night at the cabin you guys decided on a bonfire. “It’s like christening the place,” James had said, with much encouragement from Sirius and much to the eye roll of Remus. “We’ll go get drinks started!” Lily grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your chair and back towards the door of the cabin, “any requests or all we good with surprises?” 

James Dorcus and Remus laid out drink orders while Marlene said you could surprise her. You turned to Sirius as he spoke next, “You know my drink, don’t you love?” You bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the heat you felt wasn’t making itself prominent as a blush on your cheeks, “Firewhiskey with cola, right?” Sirius winked, nodding in confirmation and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach started humming. 

Back in the kitchen Lily was practically vibrating with excitement. You let out a long sigh, “Something got you worked up Lils? Wanna share with the class?” Lily wore a small grin as she filled all the glasses with ice, “I’m just thinking about what I saw and if you saw it too.” You halted in filling Sirius's glass, resting both hands on the counter in front of you, “What do you think you saw? Because James’s googly eyes over you is basically a daily occurrence, I didn’t think it’d have you this excited still.” Lily rolled her eyes at your statement, “I’m very clearly talking about Sirius and you.” 

You made a scrunched face at this, “There’s nothing between me and Sirius. Well, like we’re friends, obviously, but you know there’s nothing more.” Lily shrugged, a slight curl to her lips as she continued making drinks. “Lils, please. He doesn’t like me like that. It would never happen and honestly…” you grabbed a few glasses in your hands, “I’m coming to terms with that.” You were not coming to terms with it. But it would be far easier than having all your friends thinking you’re hopelessly pining after him. What doesn’t help is Lily’s next response, “I dunno, babes. I could see the two of you together.” She slid the back door open with her elbow before walking back onto the deck, calling out that drinks were ready.

That one comment had you reeling, overanalyzing every interaction and conversation you had ever had with Sirius. You barely even registered that he spoke to you when you handed him his drink before taking your seat in the lawn chair next to his. You glanced his way when you felt his stare after a moment, “Sorry, Siri, did you say something?” Sirius smiled sweetly at you, a hint of something you couldn’t read in his eyes, “Just a thanks for the drink, love.” The commonplace pet name had your cheeks aflame but you prayed to Merlin the light of the bonfire hid the evidence. 

As the night went on and the drinks flowed, everyone was eventually corralled inside for what James called a “mandatory game of beer pong” after Lily agreed to play (and be his partner) with the promise that everyone would play ‘the muggle way’, no use of magic for assistance. Everyone agreed and placed their wands on the counter and paired up, you finding yourself partnered with Sirius. Remus stated he would be the officiant to “help keep Sirius and James in line and following the rules” much to their promises to play cleanly. “Ready, partner?” Sirius called you up to the table, dropping the ping pong ball in one of the cups closest to him. You nodded, a tight lip smile on your lips to try and help hide the nerves that were brewing inside. 

You looked across the table at Lily and James, the red head trying to conceal her smirk as she looked from you to Sirius and back. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile before Sirius started smack talking James. “Oh you’re in for it now, Potter. You and your little Lilly flower are cute and all, but you’re no match for me and y/n/n here, isn’t that right, love?” Sirius held his hand out palm up, clearly waiting for you to slap it. You gave him a high five and a small nervous laugh, “Y-yeah, right.” 

To your surprise Sirius was actually correct; James and Lily were horrible at beer pong, but you and Sirius looked like seasoned champions. The game against them went rather quickly, James sulking against Lilly on the couch as Marlene and Dorcus re-racked the red cups. This game proved to be a little more difficult, the girls being able to really go toe to toe with you and Sirius, you were down to two cups left to sink, while Marlene and Dorcus only had three cups. Marlene stood tall at the end of the table, ping pong ball in hand. She closed one eye, Dorcus semi-slurring encouragements to her before Marlene gave the ball a light toss. 

You watched as the ball arched in the air coming down towards one of the last three cups. The ball began the swirl around the rim of the cup and your next actions were more on instinct than real knowledge or skill of the game. You bent down near the cup, giving a quick blow of air near the ball before watching the physics of the combination making the ball jump from the cup and land back onto the table. Sirius let out a gleeful noise of shock, whereas Marlene and Dorcas began protesting, “Hey! We said no magic! Remus, that’s a foul we get that cup right?!” Sirius, however, was quick to go to your defense, “Nuh-uh, there was no magic involved, that’s just how good y/n/n’s blowing abilities are!” 

Your eyes widened in shock at his words, Dorcas rattling off a teasing remark before Sirius could correct himself, “Oh? And how would you know about her blowing abilities, Black?” The drinks were getting to you slightly, a small giggle bubbling from your throat as Sirius tried his best to defend himself, “I, well…erm, that’s not what I meant…I-I mean,” he turned to face you, his eyes half lidded as they made contact with yours, “Don’t you look at me like that, love.” A lazy smile adorned your face, “I’m not looking at you any kind of way, Siri.” 

Sirius shook his head in disagreement, “You’re giving me those eyes.” You batted your eyelashes a few times, “I’m not giving you any special eyes. Besides, if you’re wanting to know about my abilities, you can just tell me.” Sirius’s eyes widened before he let out a huff of air through his nose, “No, I don’t, I want to- I mean, you did the, the thing- and then Dorcus said what she said and so I just - I, erm, n-no I’m good.” While you laughed a little at his stumbling, you couldn’t deny the pit growing in your stomach the longer he tried to find nice ways to essentially reject your playful advance. 

Luckily you didn’t have to hide your dejection for long as you and Sirius lost to the girls and now your solemn look could be explained by the loss of the game instead of the loss of any chance you had with Sirius. You gave him a half-hearted smile before going to find a seat on one of the couches as James and Lily went to play against the winners. You only half paid attention the game, every interaction with Sirius from the night playing back over and over in your mind. Why did he have to be so bloody hard to read? 

To even get you on this trip in the first place he said he needed you there. But you don’t speak two each other in any capacity until everyone arrived at James’s manor. Even there it was only long glances, which could have been strictly initiated by you. Although you could have sworn he was already looking your way one or two times when you made eye contact. Here at the cabin you knew his drink, because of course you did. Was he teasing you earlier when he asked?

But he also winked at you. And he’s been calling you love, and made that comment about your ‘blowing skills’. But he does make dirty jokes a lot. You really would be a perfect couple though, all of your friends told you so whenever you talked about him, sometimes even when you didn’t talk about him. People wouldn’t say that to you just to be mean to you, I mean, these were your best friends. But he also essentially rejected your flirtatious advances. Why was this so hard to- 

A ring clad hand was waving in front of your face causing you to blink several times before refocusing on the object of your delusional thoughts. Sirius had his ever present charming grin, a special glint in his hooded eyes, “Caught you daydreaming about me again, didn’t I, love?” Maybe it was the liquid courage, but the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Don’t be mean, Sirius.” 

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “What do you-” Rather ungracefully, you cut him off, “Just because you know I have a crush on you doesn’t mean you can tease me like everyone else does. It’s honestly humiliating enough.” Sirius’s once smirking features changed to that of confusion, “It’s humiliating to have a crush on me?” You groaned in frustration, covering your face with your hands before looking down at your feet, “Yes, Sirius, it’s humiliating to have a raging crush on someone that clearly has no interest or feelings toward me beyond platonic friendship.” 

The cool metal of his rings felt like ice against your flamed skin as he forced you to look at him, “Who said my feelings were strictly platonic?” You opened your mouth to respond before quickly closing it again. You sat up straighter then, Sirius’s hand dropping from your chin, “Well, you did, you said that. Back during the game, when Dorcus was teasing us and I asked if that’s what you wanted. You basically stumbled over a way to tell me you were uninterested in my advances.” 

His melodic laugh filled your ears. You were ready to smack him for being so rude before he started giving you a viable response. “Sweetheart…I wasn’t trying to reject you,” you looked up to meet his eyes once more as he continued, “I responded that way because you had me flustered, you…kind of always make me feel that way.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “I didn’t really know how to respond properly when Dorcus made that remark. And, erm, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by admitting I probably, erm, wouldn’t mind finding out how good your,” he gulped slightly, “abilities are.” 

Your gaze fell to his lips before meeting his eyes once more; Sirius bit his lip, trying to hold back what you were sure was a shit-eating smirk. His hand cupped your cheek gently, “Can I?” You gave a small nod as you leaned in, Sirius closing the remaining distance before capturing your lips with his. This was not a fiery, passionate, kiss. But soft, gentle and sweet. His lips slotted against yours as though they were always meant to be there. 

His fingers entangled slightly in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You braced yourself with a hand on his thigh. A small whimper drifted from Sirius’s throat at the extra physical contact, wanting to fuel you further. What felt like two small, solid objects pelted both you and Sirius, causing you both to pull away from each other in confusion. “Don’t partners usually only make out when they win a game, not when they lose?” Marlene teased lightly. You looked over at Lilly who gave you a wink. One thing was for sure, you were not going to doubt her again.