I'm Going To Come If You Keep Doing That. (shiro)

❛  i'm going to come if you keep doing that.  ❜ (shiro)

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her gaze flickers up to him and she pulls away, stroking his cock so she can speak. " isn't that the point, sweetheart? i did tell you i was going to take care of you and make you feel good, so if you want to cum, don't hold back. " the faerie smiles, her eyes remaining locked on his as she tilts her head downward slightly to press a kiss to his shaft before taking him back into her mouth. she'd gotten pretty good at pleasing him this way, which certainly delighted her. shiro always takes such good care of her in bed and she enjoys doing the same for him.

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Intoxicated with Aggie and James (hehehe uno reverse)

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parties just are not agatha's thing, but maybe what helped her was that james was there with her. the readily available alcohol certainly helped, and the more she drank, the more conversational she was. it definitely helps that james was there because he was the one she felt the most relaxed around, and so when they both spoke with others, agatha was relaxed then, too, instead of sticking close to a wall and nursing the same drink for an hour or so before heading home. more drinks were poured and soon the heavier alcohol was brought out.

agatha doesn't know what the hour is by the time james has managed to carry her out of the place and back to the car. it's dark outside, that much she can tell. fumbles for one of the buttons on the door until she finds the one that rolls the window down, enjoying the feel of the cool air on her flushed face. alcohol really has that effect of bringing out the color in her cheeks, making the freckles there stand out more. like a kid would, she has her hand out of the window like it's riding the currents of air as the car moves, humming to herself.

when the car pulls down the dirt driveway leading to her house and stops, she fumbles to get herself unbuckled. she was so frustratingly uncoordinated right now that james had to help her, letting her lean against him as he walked her up to the front door. he unclips her keys from her bag and gets the door open, helping her inside. she stumbles over the doorstep a little, but of course he catches her and keeps her from falling, but it doesn't stop a giggle from leaving her.

" oh, james, y-you're a-always here when i need you. i-i love you so much. " and there it was. five sobering words. alcohol lowers one's inhibitions and can cause someone to say or do things they wouldn't normally do while sober, things they might mean deep down but otherwise, like agatha, don't have the courage to say. " i— " she stops, her heart racing as she stares up at him. this is the first time she's said those very words in that exact order to james. she's dreamt and thought of saying those words and sometimes they were right there on the tip of her tongue, begging to be said. those words were the final barrier she kept around herself; a fear that if she said that to him, something would go wrong, she's screwed up every good thing between them.

gazing up at him, she wonders, have i done it? have i ruined us?

regardless of the alcohol, she means those five little words. she has for some time now. agatha just couldn't bring herself to tell him that out of fear. what if the relationship was a temporary thing to begin with? what if he doesn't feel the same? sure, she knows he likes her, certainly enough to spend as much time as he does with her, enough to have sex with her, enough to be there when she's needed him, but... does he love her? like and love are two different things, after all. surely he could like but not love her, agatha, this earthly mess in his arms.

she clings to him, like she's afraid he'll let go and leave. she is afraid. agatha has bared her heart to him more times than she can count. he's seen her scars, knows her deep pain, knows the darkness that occupies her mind, he's seen her at her most vulnerable, but he didn't know about this. he didn't know the extent of her feelings for him. perhaps part of her was waiting for james to say it first. did he have the same fears as she does? the same worries and doubts? did he have an inkling of her true feelings? would he catch the way she looks at him, hear the way she speaks of him to others?

does he know that he is everything to her? because james has her heart and there isn't anyone else in the world she'd rather let have it.

" i... i-i love you, james. " she finally repeats, her voice quivering slightly, tears pricking her eyes. this was either going to be one of the worst or best moments in her life. " i have for s-some t-time, but i... i-i was afraid. i-i-i d-didn't want to be, i wanted so badly to be brave a-a-and t-tell you my f-feelings much sooner, but i... i c-couldn't. i was afraid you couldn't possibly f-feel the same way. i have to admit, i-i w-want so badly for you to feel as i do, james. "

agatha's head tilts slightly. with what he says and the way he looks at her, like he understands and has been in her shoes, and was even speaking from personal experience. it often takes some time for the faerie to put two-and-two together, but... well, she can certainly jump to conclusions here, or could she be misunderstanding john's words and that look he gave her? if the conclusion she suspects the most is true, it's not something she can just blurt out in a public space.

now when john speaks again, a soft laugh leaves her. " i-i-i s-supoose i understand your reasoning. but... well, yeah, i-i guess i'm about to answer my own question. " her gaze shifts downward as their plates and her drink is set down in front of them. she thanks the bartender and sips her soda. " i-i w-was about to ask, 'well, w-would fraternization be s-so b-bad?' and i suppose it probably would be. d-depending on what you do, at least. i guess you c-could run into some pretty hairy s-situations with fraternization. "

she can't blame him for wanting it anyway, though. as john said, he has needs just as anyone does. was it difficult, though? working with someone he wanted, but couldn't really have? agatha can only imagine the ache he must feel. it sucks to want someone right there near you but still just out of reach.

agatha glances back up when he speaks of her friends, then averts her gaze, pursing her lips a little as she dips a fry into some ketchup and eats it. " i-it's not that they're bad friends, it's... i-i think they just w-w-want t-to see me happy again. they're just t-trying to help me get past my previous relationship. " she sighs, bouncing her leg against the barstool she sits on. " it didn't... end v-very well. y-you d-date a guy, think about your f-future with him, start planning, a-and then... he cheats on you. throws it all away, l-like it w-was j-just nothing to begin with. "

agatha looks back up at him, smiling sadly. " i-i thought he was the one, you know? i know n-not everyone believes in soul mates a-and— and a-all that, but i do, a-and i was sure he was my soul mate. i-i g-guess that saying is true, w-w-when y-you're wearing rose-tinted glasses, all the red flags j-just look like regular flags. " she laughs now, smiling apologetically. " sorry, i-i-i d-didn't mean to dump all of that o-onto you, john. "

   he  keeps  his  order  simple  -  wings.  nothing  too  out  there;  he's  not  that  hungry.  he  was  there  to  drink,  get  a  little  buzzed,  have  a  little  fun  here  and  there.  hell,  maybe  he  would  have  gone  home  with  someone  if  the  night  hadn't  taken  an  unexpected  turn  like  this.  he  can't  complain. 

   "harder  tae  find  someone  decent  when  yer  the  lass,  ain't  it?"  it's  spoken  with  a  knowing  tone,  glancing  over  to  her,  his  eyes  sharing  that  little  bit more  than  is  on  the  surface.  personal  experience  lurks  there,  and  he  shakes  his  head  with  a  wry  smile.  he  drums  his  fingers  on  the  bars  counter,  before  pausing  when  her  next  question  hits  him. 

   his  lips  purse,  and  he  thinks.  ghost's  figure  comes  into  his  mind,  and  he  shoos  the  thought  away.  no  -  that's  more  than  inappropriate  to  think  of.  a  sigh  passes  him,  before  he  props  an  elbow  to  the  counter,  plopping  his  chin  to  his  hand.  "aye  -  don't  i  feckin'  wish."  he  lets  a  scoff  pass.  "all  sorts  of  trouble  awaits  me  i  do  anythin'  with  the  guy  i  got  eyes  fer."  a  chuckle  passes  him. 

   "so  no.  dinnae  got  anyone  really.  jus'  as  well,  ye  ken.  military  ain't  exactly  a  promise  i'd  be  comin'  home."  a  shake  of  his  head.  "ain't  any  place  i'd  rather  be  either.  s'my  callin'.  but  it  ain't  right  tae  force  the  stress  on  anyone  at  the  moment.  not  unless  they  understand  it  themselves.  but  that's fratrenizin'  or  some  shite  like  that."  he  waves  an  idle  hand.  "dinnae  mean  i  dinnae  go  an'  have  some  fun  fer  myself  every  now  and  again  though.  still  got  needs  jus'  as  much  as  the  next  person."

   "but  those  friends  a  yers  -  dinnae  think  ye  should  keep  'em  'round  much  if  they  set  ye  up  with  bawbags  like  tha'  fecker."  he  shakes  his  head.  "ye  ken  ye  deserve  better,  aye?  ye'll  find  it."  he  shrugs.  "if  it  means  dumpin'  a  few  arses  to  the  side  of  th'  motorway,  then  ye  do  it."  took  him  a  short  time  to  build  that  self  respect  and  confidence,  though  he  knows  it's  not  easy  for  everyone.  still  good  to  let  the  opinion  be  known.  maybe  she'll  consider  it.  "an'  on  top  of  it  -  dinnae  let  anyone  tell  ye  that  ye need  to  tie  off.  ye  don't.  no  one  does.  can  live  happily  with  or  without  traditional  shite."  a  wry  chuckle  passes.  "i  know  i  do.  fuck traditional  values.  we're  long  past  that  shite  in  the  current  day  and  age."

agatha wears a big smile upon seeing the king. having brought a gift for her, she holds her hands behind her back. " thank you f-for w-w-welcoming me into hueco m-mundo, lady harribel. " she gives a respectful bow, tilting her head downward before straightening up. her features soften as she studies her, seeing her recovery from her injuries has gone exceptionally well, which she's happy to see. " h-how have you been? well, i-i hope. "

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SO SHE HAD RETURNED. Tier looks down at the healer that kept all but one scar fresh. She recalls how life was reborn into her after betrayal, vowing to never drown another soul for petty survival. So, staring at Agatha in her black uniform, Tier's eyes seemingly brighten slightly. ❝ Welcome back. ❞

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