I Will Always Have Your Back

I will always have your back

Billy was angry. He was really mad at you. But also scared. You have never seen him like this. You sat on the couch in his office and waited for Billy to come back until he ... you didn't really know what he was doing, but you didn't really want to know, to be honest.

While you were waiting for him, the memories of the last few hours began to revive in your head.

You are about to go to an exhibition of contemporary art in the museum. Billy was at work, so you decided to kill time and get distracted. You was in the museum for about half an hour when you saw Billy and his guys from Anvil. He was in a dark suit, flawless as always. They were near some man and judging by his clothes, watch, behavior, you could assume that it was some kind of businessman. One of the branches of Billy's area of ​​work was guarding people who contracted with Billy's organization. Is that why you realized that Billy was now in ... a working operation? Something like that. In any case, you didn't want him to see you, because it could distract him from work, and you didn't want him to have problems. Therefore, you tried to pass unnoticed into another hall.

But, of course, you underestimated Billy's skills, because a few minutes later someone's hand touched your shoulder, and you turned around abruptly. Your boyfriend was standing in front of you with a frown on his face.

- Y/N, what are you doing here?

- Billy!, - you exclaimed, - I just wanted to see the exhibits...you know that I love art.

You wanted to hug him, but you weren't sure it would be appropriate, given the circumstances.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?", "What is it?" he asked sternly, still not taking his eyes off you.

You were confused for a moment, so you answered in a trembling voice:

"I didn't know I had to tell you about everything I do."

Seeing your uncertainty, Billy's face softened.

- That's not what I meant. It's just... "he turned around and looked at his guys and at that businessman," you need to get out of here.

- Why is that?, - you asked in surprise.

- I'll explain everything to you later, okay? I am working. And I think it might not be safe here right now, so I'd like you to leave. We'll talk to you at home tonight.

You looked around and saw that there were fewer and fewer people in the museum. Only Billy's subordinates and that man remain.

"Will you be safe?", you asked quietly, starting to get nervous. You looked at Billy carefully.

- Of course, - he smiled and gently touched your hand, - this is my job. And I'm damn good at it, "he answered you with a grin," and now please go away.

"Okay," you said, and headed for the exit. As soon as you left the museum, you heard gunshots. You fell to the floor and covered your head with your hands until the shots stopped. After examining yourself, you realized that the shots were fired from another hall. Where Billy was. You understood that you had no military training. You weren't a soldier, you weren't a policeman. But there was one thought in your head: Billy. You knew that Billy was an expert in his work, but you couldn't leave there without making sure that he was safe. You will have very big problems, because you didn't leave, but you didn't care.

Carefully going into the hall, where the shots were coming from, you looked out from behind the wall and saw that there were a lot of people in the room, all with weapons. Two people were standing in the center of the room, and they seemed to be talking about something. One of these people was a businessman with whom Billy worked. You didn't know the second man. You haven't seen Billy himself. Suddenly, the second man hit the first and the madness began. The shots started again, bullets flew in all directions. Trying to escape from the bullets, you ran to the next hall. There you saw Billy fighting with some man in military clothes. There was a gun on the floor. Suddenly, the man hit Billy in the head and he fell to the floor. The man began to approach Billy again, he had a gun in his hands. At that time, you quickly ran up to the gun, grabbed it and pointed it at the man who tried to kill Billy.

- Stay where you are!, - you shouted loudly. Your voice faltered, but you didn't care.

The man turned around, looked at you and grinned.

- Who is it that came here..., - at this time Billy saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You couldn't be here, you couldn't. You should have left. What the fuck?

You saw the blood on Billy's face, and your legs trembled.

- Did you come to watch the show?, - the man grinned, - first I'll deal with him, - he pointed with his hand at Billy, - and then with you…

You saw that Billy was trying to get to his feet, but he needed a little time, so you pointed the gun at the man's legs and fired, trying to distract him. You missed, but it gave Billy time

"What the...," the man exclaimed, jumping back, " bitch!

He began to approach you quickly, but at that time Billy attacked the man and began to beat him. His movements were fast, precise. It was scary to look at, but you couldn't take your eyes off it. At some point, Billy pulled out a gun from the man's hand and shot him in the head.

The man fell to the floor, and Billy slowly turned to you seconds later. You couldn't move. You loved Billy, more than anything in the world, but you didn't see him like this. Until this day. You didn't see him kill. My God, you haven't seen people get killed at all. You loved Billy, but at that moment you were afraid of him.

Apparently, he saw the sting on your face, so instead of yelling at you for putting your life in danger, he slowly lowered the gun and raised his hands in front of him, looking at you. There was also a look of fright in his eyes. He never showed you this side of his personality. He was afraid that you would be afraid of him and leave him. And now, it seemed, one of his worst nightmares was coming to life.

"Baby...," Billy began softly, with tenderness in his head. He didn't approach you. You still had the gun in your hands, which was pointed in his direction. From the shock, you forgot how to move.

- Honey, it's okay, it's over. You're safe, " he continued. Slowly, consciousness returned to you, and you began to understand where you were and what was happening.

"You...he...," you began, pointing with your eyes at the corpse of the man lying behind Billy, "is dead...," you stuttered.

- Shh, baby, breathe. Yes, he's dead. He wanted to hurt you, do you hear me?, - Billy began to approach you slowly, step by step, - he was trying to hurt you, you know? I couldn't let it happen. You're my whole life, baby, do you hear?

You looked at Billy again. You realized that the gun in your hands was still pointed at him, so you slowly lowered it. Billy took another step towards you, but you unconsciously took a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?", "I understand that what you saw is terrible, but I will never hurt you, baby. Never, do you hear?, "he stopped and looked at you.

At this time, you began to fully control yourself, and realized what you were doing. Afraid of Billy? Are you crazy?

You slowly put the gun on the floor, then ran up to Billy and hugged him tightly around the neck. Emotions overwhelmed you, and you sobbed into his neck for a while. Billy hugged you tightly to him and gently began to stroke your back, soothing you.

"Are you okay?", - you asked Billy, broke away from him and examined him from head to toe, - are you badly injured?

Billy smiled gently and hugged you again.

"I'm fine, baby, I'm fine. Can you walk?" We really need to get out of here. He tried to let go of you, but you grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't leave me," you whispered with fear in your eyes, looking at Billy.

- Baby, with you, breathe. We just need to get out of here to a safe place. I'll take you to my office, okay? You'll be fine, "he pressed his lips firmly to yours ," and now we really need to go.

You nodded, but you didn't let go of his hand.

You went to Billy's office. He took you to his office and told you to wait for him, once again assuring you that you were safe. While you were driving to Anvil, you saw that Billy's emotions were beginning to overwhelm him, that it was becoming difficult for him to control himself. You felt his anger. You understood why he was angry, but how could you have done anything else?

After a while, after exactly how long you weren't sure, Billy came back. He went into his office, locked the door and turned to you. He was incredibly tired, there were traces of blood on his shirt.

"Are you okay?", you asked softly, looking timidly at him.

It seemed like an eternity before he answered you. As if he was trying to find the right words, but also not to scare you again.

- How did you even get there, Y/N? I told you to leave! This is not a joke! If I tell people to do something, I expect it to be done! What if you were injured? If she had died? On my hands! What would I do then? Do you understand what would have happened to me then?!, - with each new word, the volume of his voice increased, at the end he was already shouting.

- Baby, please calm down...., - you started, but this made him even more angry. All the stress that he had experienced earlier, all the fears and all the pain were now spilling out, and he could not stop.

- Calm down?!, - he began to walk back and forth in front of you in the office, - you could be dead now! Do you understand? And what would I do then?!, - he repeated, - You are my only family!

You abruptly got up from the sofa, went to him and hugged him tightly. He didn't respond to your hugs, trying to pull himself together, but you didn't let go of him. You stood there for a few minutes, after which you moved away from him a little and looked into his eyes.

"Billy," you said in a stern, serious voice, " I know you're angry…

"Am I angry...," he began, but you put your hand on his mouth, silencing him.

- Let me finish. I know that you are angry, and that you are very scared. I was scared too, but you have to listen to me and not interrupt. I'm going to speak now., - you thought that he would start objecting again, but he silently looked carefully into your eyes, - I want you to understand why I did it. I was really going to leave the museum, like you said. I almost did, but I heard gunshots. But no matter how scared I was, all I could think about was you, whether you were injured. That was the only thought in my head. I understand that I put myself in danger, I understand that I am not prepared for such work, I agree, but I would do it again. Do you know why?, his gaze never left your face, " because you are also my family. I love you, Billy, so much that sometimes it scares me. And when I saw that you were in danger...I had to help you, because ... because I couldn't go on living if something happened to you. I'll always help you, Billy, I'll always support you. I will always have your back.

When you finished speaking, Billy's eyes filled with tears that were about to flow. He was always responsible for himself and for others. Yes, there were people in his life who would cover for him, but there was never someone like you. Just the thought that you are still with him, his heart wanted to break apart with happiness.

"I love you," you whispered again, removing your hand from his lips and pressing your lips to his. He responded to the kiss, putting into it all the previously experienced emotions. When you both ran out of air in your lungs, he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered softly

- I love you so much. I'm sorry I scared you. I was afraid that now you won't even be able to look at me.

- Hey, it was just a shock, that's all. I will always be with you, " you kissed him on the chin.

You smiled back.

- Let's go home?, - you asked. It's been a long day and all you wanted was to melt into the arms of your man. Well, and maybe even a large amount of food.

- Of course, baby.

He wanted to let you go, but you wouldn't let him, once again looking into his eyes

"Billy...I'll always have your back."

"I know," he said, and kissed you again.

I trust you, silly

Timothee and I have been married for several months. Of course, I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to him. Crazy schedule, long breakups, his fame, sidelong glances in my direction. And also rumors. Of course, I knew that all this would happen, and I was completely ready for anything. To be completely honest, I was prone to overthinking, but I honestly tried to control myself. Sometimes it seemed to me that Timothee was going through just as much as I did. He knows that I love him, but, as he sometimes tells me, "I'm just afraid that I'm not worthy of you." To which I usually laugh at the stupidity of this thought. He is everything I wanted and more.

Timothee was filming a new movie in another state. He called me every time he had a free minute. I was happy to hear his voice, but I wanted him to take care of himself and get some sleep. Sometimes he may forget that he needs to do things like sleep and eat. To which he always replied that he was fine and asked how my day went.

Today is my day off, Timothee won't be back any time soon, and our apartment has long needed a thorough cleaning. It seems that I have found something to do with myself.

We didn't get to talk yesterday. In the morning I sent him a message wishing good morning and a good day, to which he has not yet answered. While I was having breakfast, I decided to scroll through the Twitter feed. When I was scrolling through the news, photos of Timothee with his co-star, female co-star began to appear to me. Kristen, if I'm not mistaken. For my taste, she stood too close to him. The photo was accompanied by the caption “Problems in Paradise?”. Then there was a photo in which Kristen put her hand on my husband's shoulder. Timothee was standing with his back to the camera in the photo, so I couldn't see his face. Fans have been waiting for the release of this movie. There were a lot of fanarts that showed Timothee and Kristen together. Like together. Then I saw a short video of Kristen putting her hand on Timothy's chest and laughing. There were more photos, but I refuse to look at them. Ok, that`s enough. Enough Twitter for today. I am not a masochist.

I have no doubts about Timothee, but nevertheless I felt my blood boil involuntarily. Kristen may be the star of this movie, but Timothee is mine. I could not resist and called him, but he did not answer. Okay, enough thinking. He will call back as soon as he can. As always.

Leaving my phone on the table, I turned on the music at full volume and went to clean up. Organizing things helps you relax. After cleaning, I went to the farmers' market. Our refrigerator was empty. While I was away, my phone died. After 4 hours (oops), I finally went home and almost dropped my grocery bags. Timothee was walking towards me, holding a telephone in his hands, and traces of panic on his face.

- How ..., - I began, but he did not let me finish and wrapped his arms tightly around me. Along with packages.

- Timothee! Packages…can't hold…” I started, feeling the groceries drop from my hands onto the floor. In response, he only pulled away from me for a moment, put away his purchases, and clung to me again.

“Hey baby…don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to have you here, but you weren’t supposed to be back for another month. Baby, are you okay?”

"I couldn't get through to you all day and I panicked," he muttered into my neck.

- Timothee...

I pulled back to look into his eyes and to my horror saw unshed tears there.

- Tim, what are you doing? I was just at the market and my phone died. I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry.

I pressed my lips to his. I wanted to stop the kiss, but he didn't let me do it, but only deepened it. Instinctively, I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned.

- Babe…

Why didn't you answer me?

- Did not answer? You didn't call me

- I did! Look! - he began to show me his phone

- Maybe a bad connection or something. And then my phone died. Look, - I smiled and showed him my phone

“I thought you left me,” he suddenly said and looked away from me.

- What? Timothee! Why did you think so?

- Have you seen the photo?

- You and Kristen? Yes, but...

- That's not what it looks like! Honestly! She just got too close... and I immediately said no... and that if this happens again, then I will leave the film...

- Timothee!" I interrupted.

- No, its true. So, and then I couldn’t contact you and I panicked and immediately came…

- Baby, you are so silly, - I laughed and this time I hugged myself tightly, - I told you a thousand times that I trust you.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

- You didn`t! Oh baby, I can't believe you came all this way just because I didn't answer you for a couple of hours, - I smiled and kissed his nose

- Not a couple of hours! Almost 24 hours!

-Timothee … what am I gonna do with you?

- Never let me go. And love me,” he said embarrassedly.

"Always," I replied, and kissed him again.

Ray of light

It was late at night. You were lying in your bed that you shared with Alexander, in your common room, and read a book. Alexander was busy preparing for the next military campaign. You were busy too. You were in charge of medical care for Grisha, but today you had a free evening, and you decided to occupy yourself with an interesting book while you wait for Alexander's return.

After a while, you heard how the door of your bedroom opened and Alexander entered the room, on whose face you saw anger and irritation.

"Great," you thought sarcastically, "someone is in a great mood."

“Hello dear,” you said to Alexander and smiled over the top of your book. In response, he just nodded briefly at you and began to take off his kefta, shirt, pants.

You were with Alexander for several years, so you knew what you need to do when he was in such a mood. First, you began to observe his actions. When he took off his clothes, instead of going to bed with you, he sat on the edge of your bed with him and put his head in his arms, trying to control his emotions. He didn't want to be around you in this state, so he tried to calm down before going to bed with you. Alexander, the head of the Second Army, a fearless and always collected General, now looked broken. You couldn't stand it.

You quietly put the book aside, then moved closer to Alexander and gently covered his tense shoulders with your hands. Alexander flinched, but didn't try to remove your touch. Then you pressed your cheek to the base of his neck and began to gently stroke his shoulders, trying to remove the tension from his body.

“Whatever happened,” you began to say quietly, “you can handle it.” You gently, almost weightlessly kissed him and his neck “Besides ...”, - you continue, giving Alexander one more kiss, - “always remember ... ", - one more kiss," You are not alone. "

You moved closer to Alexander and with your index finger gently turned his head towards you, "I will always be with you, and I always got your back" you whispered against his lips, then gently pressed your lips to his. It wasn't a passionate kiss that usually leaves your bedroom in a mess. It was a pure kiss, full of the promise of everlasting love and support.

Alexander broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes were closed, but you could feel the darkness raging in his body.

“And I will always protect you, from any danger,” you added with a smile. This time he smiled.

“From any danger?” He asked affectionately and finally hugged you.

"Well ...," you said, "except for the boredom that happens at your meetings in the palace." You are not sure that your remark would be appropriate in this situation, but you could not stop yourself from trying to feel better.

When Alexander looked at you again, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Thank God. At first Alexander wanted to come up with an answer to your joke, but he saw with what love you were looking at him, so the only thing he managed to say was "I love you." Then he buried his face in your neck and pressed you even tighter to him.

"And I love you. Always remember this," you whispered into his hair and hugged him tighter. Alexander knew this, but all the same, every time your declarations of love filled his heart with the hope that all was not lost for him. You were his personal ray of light, a guiding star and he will do everything to make you happy.

Tough day

The last few weeks at work have been tough for Billy. New contracts, important clients, regular meetings. And, it seemed, every little thing demanded Billy's attention, so he was tense lately. You managed to see each other, but these were rare, short moments. You were not happy about this, but you understood that now Billy needs your support, although he will never admit it. He was not used to sharing his experiences, because he considered it a manifestation of weakness, but you had a different opinion about this.

Billy tried to spend every free minute with you, but now he rarely succeeded. When you were around, he felt calm, as if at home. At least that was how he imagined the house. The place where he is expected, loved and always supported. Billy knew that he could trust you, but he believed that he should protect you, even from the whole world, if necessary, because he cherished you. Therefore, he did not tell you about his problems, and you have not yet dared to insist.

Having managed to complete all the plans in the morning, you decided to visit Billy, at least for a couple of minutes. You went to his favorite cafe and bought him an apple pie. You knew that food like that wasn’t suitable for lunch, but Billy loves apple pie, and you wanted to please him. Billy rarely got mad at you unless you seriously screw up. And you hoped that your presence at his work would not give him problems today.

You walked into the Anvil building and went straight to Billy's office. Entering the room, you saw Jessica, Billy's secretary. You weren't intimately familiar, but she knew who you were.

“Hi Jess,” you said with a smile. She looked tired and the table was littered with papers. She looked up at you with tired eyes and smiled faintly.

- Hey! How do you? Sorry, but Billy is at the meeting ... - then you both heard your boyfriend's angry voice coming from the next room. From what you heard, it became clear that one of his subordinates made a serious mistake.

Then the door of the meeting room was thrown open, Billy came out and began to address Jessica in a loud voice. Billy looked angry.

- Jessica, where are papers on Mr. Stevens' ?!

You both jumped at the harsh sound. As soon as Billy's eyes rested on you, surprise flashed across his face.

- Y / N, what are you doing here? Something happened?

You cleared your throat and said:

- Sorry to distract you. I would like to talk to you. Will you take a few minutes for me?

Anxiety flashed in his gaze, and he examined you from head to toe before answering.

“Jessica, take the papers on Mr. Stevens's to the meeting room and tell them I'll be back soon. And tell them to re-read the documents before my arrival and understand what the hell they are talking about.

Jess nodded and quickly ran to her desk for the papers.

“Come to my office,” Billy told you, and you followed him.

As soon as you entered his office, Billy closed the door and turned sharply to you.

- So what happened? Are you okay? I didn’t receive any calls or messages from you today, and you didn’t say that you would come to me… - while he was talking, you hugged Billy tightly and pulled him to you. You wanted to take away all his stress, all his stress. Billy was like a taut string about to break.

- Do not be mad at me, please, I did not want to disturb you - you kissed him on the chin - I know that you are now having a difficult period at work and everyone needs your attention, but I was worried about you, so I just wanted to visit you and make sure you're okay.

- Are you worried about me? Billy said quietly, and he hugged you back.

You frowned and said:

“Of course I was worried about you. How could it be otherwise? I hope I didn't bother you too much, but you look like you need a break.

Billy pulled back slightly, looked into your eyes and said:

- How did I deserve you?

You smiled back and said:

- You probably did something very good in your past life.

Billy laughed softly and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed closer to him, and you involuntarily escaped a groan of pleasure.

“And that's not all…” you muttered, “I'm sure you haven't eaten anything, and as far as I know, sugar helps to think better, so…,” you took a pie out of your bag and handed it to him.

“Is that for me?” Billy took the cake from your hands and looked at you with disbelief, as if you decided to make fun of him.

- Of course, silly, who else? - you laughed, - besides, he is very sweet. You'll like it.

Billy looked at you and his eyes flashed with dangerous fire.

- I know another sweet thing that I want to try.

“Billy!” You exclaimed, but at the thought of his tongue between your legs your body was on fire.

He laughed and walked to his table

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, taking a pie out of the box and handing you one piece.

“Don't you need to go back to the meeting?” You asked, puzzled.

“I’m the boss,” Billy said with a smile, taking a bite of the pie, “besides, I need a break for a few minutes, otherwise I’ll kill them all. They need to be more responsible about their work or they will quickly lose it. I need professionals, not amateurs.

While Billy was eating, you got an idea. You didn’t think about it for a long time, fearing that you would get cold feet and change your mind, but you always wanted to do it.

- You're too tense, dear, - you said, went to the door and closed the door on the lock. Then you slowly approached Billy, who was sitting on the couch and looked at you attentively, - if you want, I can help you ..., - you said quietly and knelt down in front of him.

Billy's face was filled with excitement, but he seemed to be trying to control himself.

Then you ran your palm over his crotch and squeezed his cock through his pants.

Billy sighed sharply and said:

- Baby, you shouldn't ...

“I know,” you cut him off, “but this is what I have been thinking about for a long time and ... you don’t want me to ?,” you asked quietly and looked uncertainly into his eyes. You weren’t experienced in sex too much, but with Billy, you became more confident. Sometimes it just seemed to you that you weren't enough for him, that he could find someone better. But as soon as such thoughts appeared in your head, Billy immediately convinced you otherwise.

- God, of course, I want this, - he said confidently, took your face in his hands and leaned towards you, - I just want you to be sure that you want it.

You smiled and kissed him.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, “besides, you and I don’t want you to explode from the tension, right?” You winked at Billy and began to unbutton his pants.

- I can control myself very w ... - he began, but as soon as you pulled his cock out of your pants and ran your tongue over the head of the cock, his hips involuntarily twitched, and you laughed softly.

“You were saying ...,” you said, looking at Billy again. His eyes burned with fire, his lips are compressed, his breathing quickened.

You wanted to quickly relieve Billy's tension, so you drew your tongue along the entire length of the penis several times, then took it in your mouth and began to suck.

“My good girl,” Billy muttered and moaned softly.

Billy put his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and began to guide you. Billy's moans intensified and you felt his cock throbbing in your mouth.

“Baby,” Billy said in a low voice, “if you don’t want me to ...

You looked up at him, momentarily looked up from his cock and said

- Cum in my mouth, Billy. I want to taste everything of you

You again took his cock in your mouth and continued to suck, not taking your eyes off Billy's eyes.

In a moment, you felt Billy come with a groan in your mouth. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed. You licked his cock clean, then zipped up his pants and sat on the couch next to Billy. Now he was relaxed and you were happy.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked him. Billy pulled you close and kissed you passionately on the lips.

- You can not even imagine.

- I am glad, - you giggled,- Well, I think I'll go… - you said. You wanted to get up and walk to the door so Billy could get back to his work, but he wouldn't let you and pulled you closer to him.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” he muttered into your hair.

You sat there for a while, after which Billy still had to return to his duties. But he promised you that he will come home early today and this time you will moan.

Lets go for a walk?

I little bit smut this time

- Hey, baby, do you want to go for a walk? The weather is wonderful, I heard Timothee's voice.

I was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher after dinner.

- Walk?, - I asked, went up to him and sat next to him on the couch.

- Yes ... we suggested going to the apartment all day, why not get some last breath of air?

- Fresh air? In New York?

He laughed, reached his hand to his face and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

- We suggest going to Central Park. There are a lot of people there now, I will put on my masking cap and no one knows me, - he is close.

- Yes, you're just like Clark Kent, only instead of masking glasses you have a cap, - you laughed.

“Exactly,” said Timothee, and mysteriously threw himself away.

- Okay, great, let's go for a walk. We'll eat ice cream and hide from your fans who are still devouring your eyes, - you said, but he caught a subtle hint of jealousy in your voice. Timothee never gave you a reason to be jealous of him, but you couldn't help yourself.

- Hey, my love, you know that my eyes are always only on you, - he answered and pressed me to him. I buried my face into his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled like home. He was my home. Then I unexpectedly bit him on the tender skin of his neck and heard him moan.

- Are you trying to eat me? We just had dinner, he teased me.

- Yes, but you are my dessert, - I answered and began to appear with kisses to his stomach. But his refining hands stopped me, and Timothee again pressed me to him.

"Hey…" you started offended, but he just laughed at my expression.

- We were going for a walk, remember?

- You're being too suspicious. What are you up too?

“My love, how could you think so badly of me?” He looked offended, but I saw sparks of amusement in his eyes.

- Yes, right ..., - you started to get up from the couch, but he again pressed you to him and hugged you tightly.

"Okay, okay," he said and kissed my hair, "I've got something in mind, but I promise you'll like it."

- What?

- I really want to go to the park with you to watch the sunset, because, you know, I'm a romantic, - he smiled dazzlingly and it seems to me that for this smile I will do everything he asks me, - but I want you to I put on something ... that is ... so that there was something ... in you.

“What?” I asked in surprise and looked at him carefully.

- I want to have a butt plug in your beautiful ass while we taking a walk. The vibrating one,” he said shyly.

“Oh…” I breathed out and didn’t know what to say for a while. Timothee and I loved to play and try new things, I felt confident and safe with him. That is why I immediately felt how hot I felt and my cheeks began to burn.

- And you will control it ..., - you said quietly and looked at him embarrassedly.

He slowly leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Yes. I will control the toy and you, - after which he kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing.

- Oh…

“Do you want to play?” he whispered in my ear again.

I pulled myself together, ran my tongue over his lower lip and whispered, - only if you fuck me after a walk.

"Oh baby," he said and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on it. Timothee groaned against my lips again. Then he pulled away from me, got up from the couch and said excitedly. - I'll go get a toy.

He looked like it was Christmas time and it was time to open presents. I laughed at his excitement. In fact, I felt the same way.

After a couple of minutes, Timothee returned to me with a box in his hands and, looking me straight in the eyes, said, - Take off your pants, my love, and lie down on your stomach. I gladly complied. While I was taking off my clothes, Timothee kept his eyes on me, which made me hotter and wet between my legs.

When I lay down on the sofa, Timothee sat next to me and began to gently stroke my ass. - Are you sure? I don't want you to do what you don't want to do," he said softly.

- I know, my love, you know that I trust you. And I also love to play. And I love you, - I said and looked at him with a wink.

- Oh, I know, baby, - he ran his finger between my folds and groaned softly, - so wet, - after which he looked into my eyes, and, without taking his burning eyes off me, put his finger in his mouth. The sight closed my pussy around the void.

- First of all, baby, you need to prepare you, right? We don't want you to get hurt, do we?” he said softly and took out some lube from the box.

- No,- I answered, and felt his finger slowly penetrate my hole. The lubricant on his finger had a cooling effect. It was only one finger, but I was already feeling good, and I moaned softly, burying my face in the sofa. Timothee began to slowly fuck me with his middle finger.

"Tim..." I moaned.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked and stopped moving.

- No, no, don't stop.

I felt his light kiss on my back, after which Timothee added his index finger and began to slowly develop my ass. After a while, he added 3 fingers. All this time I did not stop moaning quietly. I felt how wet I was. I think I ruined the couch, but I didn't care at the time.

- It seems that you are ready, baby, - Timothee said in a hoarse voice and after a couple of moments I felt Timothee insert an anal plug into my ass. Thanks to his fingers, I didn't feel any pain.

“Are you okay?” Timothee asked me, a little flustered, “does it hurt?”

“Not at all, you have magic fingers,” I replied with a smile, and turned my head to look at him. Timothee was breathing heavily, and in his eyes I saw that he was ready to forget about our plans and take me here and now. Looking down at his pants, I saw how excited he was.

Walk, remember? You laughed lightly and winked at him.

"Minx," Timothee said and slapped my butt, making me moan. Then I felt the plug in my ass begin to vibrate. The sensations were so tense and unexpected that I could not resist and with a cry of “Oh, my God”, buried my face in the sofa, involuntarily lifting my ass up. Timothee leaned towards me, grabbed my hair, lifted my head and whispered terribly in my ear.

"It's not polite to hide such beautiful sounds, didn't you know?"

In response, I only repeated his name again, like a prayer. Then the vibration stopped.

- It was a test version, baby. Don't worry, we'll start with Mode 1 first. You just experienced mode 4.

- Oh my God…

- Ready to go, my love?

The truth

You were in your chambers in the Small Palace. It was past midnight, but you couldn't close your eyes. You couldn't get your thoughts in order. You needed to tell him the truth. The truth about yourself, about him, about you. But how to do that? How to tell Alexander that you were his wife, who died many years ago before his eyes?

While you were trying to calm your nerves, the memories of your meeting with Alexander, your life with him, your life with him in this century at least began to surface in your memory.

You met General Kirigan a few months ago. You were the Sun Summoner he was looking for. After an urgent request (not a request) of the General, you moved to the Small Palace and began to train under the watchful supervision of the General himself. You did not succeed in everything but over time you became stronger. Which could not but rejoice Kirigan.

You often caught his eye on you but you never allowed yourself to take any action. But nevertheless, a pleasant shiver went through your body every time General Kirigan was next to you. When he touched you during your training, even if at that time he knocked you down and you fell to the ground in front of him, not at all like a lady.

Two weeks ago, you wandered silently through the night palace, you could not sleep. Passing the General's office, you saw a dim light from his office, the front door was ajar. Without thinking, you quietly opened the door of his office ajar and went inside. Kirigan stood with his back to you, his hands are rested on a work table, on which various papers and cards are scattered. His whole body is tense.

“General…,” you began quietly, “I'm sorry to interfere with you… but… do you need help? You look ... tired. - you called yourself this liberty in relation to him. You couldn't help yourself. Your heart clenched with tenderness at one glance at him.

Kirigan shuddered, freeing himself from his thoughts, and looked at you.

- Y/N ..., - the General muttered quietly, - what? He asked, clearing his throat, pulling himself together again.

“Do you need any help?” You repeated more firmly.

- Help with what? - he asked, carefully examining me. I was wearing a night dress made of light fabric. The fabric was snug against the body.

“Maybe you need a fresh look at the cards?” You offered with a smile, “or just to talk, free your thoughts?

You yourself did not believe that you were saying this to him, but the longer you communicated with the General, the more you were drawn to him.

“Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I'm fine. It's just too much work. Too much war. People are tired. From war, from death, from losses.

“A war cannot last forever,” you said looking into the General's eyes.

“With your help, my dear Summoner, I hope that the war will end soon,” Kirigan said with tenderness in his eyes. “Now let me escort you to your chambers so that I’m sure that nothing has happened to you,” he said. he with a smile.

You averted your eyes in embarrassment and went to your chambers. Kirigan walked to your left. You just wanted to look at him make sure he was still there, by your side. But you looked at him for too long and, entangled in your own legs, began to fall to the floor, until strong hands grabbed you, keeping you from falling shamefully.

“God, I`m sorry…” you began to justify your awkwardness, trying to think of a reason why you looked at Kirigan for so long, but you couldn't come up with anything.

"It's fine," Kirigan laughed softly, still holding your hand. You rarely heard him laugh. God, he didn't even often allow himself to smile, to really smile, but now it seemed to you that he was finally laughing sincerely, carefree, enjoying ... being with you?

You wanted to free your hand from Kirigan's grip, but he wouldn't let you.

“I wouldn’t want for you to fall,” Kirigan said with a smile. “Otherwise, what kind of General am I to allow one of my best people to put herself in such danger?

You felt your cheeks turn red, but no longer tried to pull your hand and tried to look straight ahead. He walked you to the front door of your chambers, still holding your hand in his. You enjoyed the sensation of his skin close to yours, praying that those moments would last as long as possible.

Stopping in front of your chambers, you felt even more awkward. Will he come to your room? Should you let him? What should you tell him?

While you were trying to say at least something, Kirigan dropped your hand and then gently ran his palm over your cheek. His touch was so gentle as if he believed that you were made of glass and with any careless movement could break in his hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered. In his eyes you saw only tenderness and a hint of ... what? Love? You couldn't even call yourself to dream about it, so that later you would not be left alone with a broken heart.

“For what?” You whispered.

- For worrying about me., - he gently touched his lips to your hand, - and please ... call me Alexander, - he smiled and while you stood, amazed by his words and actions, he turned around and went back towards your office.

On trembling legs you entered your room and this stupid smile appeared on your lips, which you still could not remove. And why did you feel a sharp pain in your head. You fell to your knees, grabbed your head trying to make the pain stop but nothing helped. Memories and images began to pop up in your head. And in these images there was only one person - Alexander. But he looked different. Longer hair, different clothes. It seemed to you that you were looking at it from the outside. Here you see how you walk with Alexander across the field, among the flowers, and he holds your hand. Here you are in the forest, and Alexander helps you collect medicinal herbs. You see your kisses. Your nights full of love. Your wedding. And your vows of eternal love to each other. You try to calm your breathing, calm yourself but the following image appears in your head. Like one of the king's soldiers stabs you in the stomach in front of Alexander. You see, you hear Alexander screaming your name, but you cannot answer him anything. You see the pain and anguish and his eyes that you cannot calm him down, you cannot tell him that everything will be fine. That you love him. And then darkness falls. The last thing you see is Alexander's face painted with pain.

You don't know how much time has passed. When you wake up, you find yourself lying on the floor in your room, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to stop your sobs.

You are returning to the present again. Two weeks have passed since that day, but you still haven't had the courage to tell Alexander the truth. How will he react? What will he do? What will he say? What if what you tell him will cause him only more pain?

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