GOT: an insult that would not be accepted

Rebellious silver locks fell on the princess's face. Her purple eyes set upon the man standing before her, in disbelief at what had just transpired. He had embarrassed the princess in such a way that did not warrant the Death penalty, but one that made her cheeks burn from being exposed as an illiterate princess in public. When she was still enslaved, she had no use for being literate, so her master never bothered with teaching her. Her beauty and dancing skills were more than enough for him, and she grew up thinking that she would never need to learn. That changed when Daenerys liberated Meereen, and Baahal became a princess. Suddenly, it became improper to be illiterate, and she became self-conscious about it but could not bring herself to request a Maester's help. So Tyrion had a system when they were in public together. He would secretly repeat every message sent to her so she would not need to read in public, and based on his words, she could form her opinion. 

Today, however, things have been different. The nobleman who stood before Baahal tricked her in public through a gift he gave her. It was a jewel with an engraving on it. It was a clever insult, one that flew over her silver head since she couldn't read it. So when she thanked him for his gift, he laughed in her face and turned around to the other noblemen in the room. He pointed out that she could not read for fucking shit and that she was ridiculous for it. Tyrion warned him to watch his tongue unless he wanted to be harshly punished, but he did not stop. Jaime was standing a few feet from the man, his green eyes alight with anger as he heard the insult directed at his betrothed. Very few men dared to insult the daughter of King Aerys II. Very few tried to mock her openly, especially not in her face.  Baahal, however, was shocked. 

"And pray tell, why should I stop talking, Ser Tyrion?" -He chuckled and lifted his shoulders and arms- "Why should I pretend to respect this princess? She is an illiterate illegitimate daughter..."

"Careful!" Tyrion still hoped he could stop the man from digging his own grave, but the nobleman refused to back down. Instead, he pointed his forefinger at the princess's face-

"She is a whore! She used to lie on her back and take fat cocks for a low price. I bet--"

He did not finish his sentence. Jaime did not wait and drew his sword to cut the man's head off. It was a clean cut, and the head rolled on the floor before aghast guests. Baahal's face remained stoic; she swallowed a hard lump.  Her hands held onto the rim of her dress as tightly as she could, and the princess pinched her lips together. What she had always feared happened; they brought her past back in a way to humiliate her in public. Baahal could not help what happened to her; she could not deny or reject the circumstances of her birth, but no one until now had ever mentioned it publicly, and even less in front of her. Suddenly, she was no longer worthy of being a princess because she was born into slavery and was used by countless men while she grew up. Suddenly, the brand on her shoulder started to burn, and Baahal tightened her fists into her skirt. She held her head high when Tyrion reminded the rest of the court that they should mind their words when they talked to the princess and that any slander and insult would be met with death. 

She left the room in a hurry, quickly followed by Jaime, who ushered her into an empty room. He knew the princess needed to vent. He knew that she was upset, and as soon as he closed the door behind him, the princess started to cry. She cried hard, so much so that the only thing Jaime Lannister could do was wrap his arms around her shoulders and pull her into a hug. The silver princess put her soft hands on his chest and cried hard. Jaime stroked her hair and whispered in her ear that everything would be alright, that he was there with her, and she could stop trying to be brave now that he was there. Baahal relaxed against him. 

"I did not know what to say when he started to insult me. Jaime... I usually know how to defend myself, but back there... I did not know what to say." -She sobbed harder-

"His words were vile, princess. His insults aimed at your heart. He spoke of you as if you were not worthy of being our princess, but he spoke out of ignorance and disdain." She shook her head and kept crying. It broke Jaime's heart to see her like this, but he had already dealt with the source of her pain, so there was not a lot he could do except talk- "You are not what happened to you. You are not what he said you were, and I certainly do not look down on you. Your subjects don't either. What they know about you is that you saved them when no one could. What they know is how kind and how loving you are. What they know is how brave and how strong you are. You lost your dragon, but that never stopped you. I know some of these assholes think like the man I have just killed, but they will always get what they deserve. They will always get what they deserve." 

"Jaime.... I don't want to embarrass you or my sister, the queen. I don't want people to look at me and only see my shame. It hurts so much.... I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize, princess. You are not responsible for what that asshole said. He paid the price, and any other person who tries to do the same thing will meet the same fate."

His words offered some comfort to the princess, but Baahal felt nauseous. She knew her past could not be easily forgotten, and some would accuse her of something she had no control over. She did not ask to be born a slave. She did not ask to be raped by her master and clients, and frankly, by any men who could lay their hands on her. It was a dark chapter of her life that had ended the moment she killed her master, and Daenerys liberated Meereen. Today, Baahal had full control of her life. She was a beloved princess who was doing her best to help her people. She did not look down on them and instead always made sure they were protected to the best of her abilities. Baahal the Brave. Baahal the resilient. Baahal the champion of the people. She was so much more than what she endured in her childhood. Jaime held her as tight as he could, hoping that his warmth would bring some comfort to his beloved. It would take some time for Baahal to calm down, but Jaime had the right intuition. He found the right words. He did the right thing.

-TBC-

Colby: ambushed

When dawn came, Tommy was finally out of the jaws of death. Mary had worked tirelessly to save the gangster's life and found herself with his blood on her hands, her skin pale as the moon. Her eyes were red from crying and from staying awake for so long with little to no break. She had to work on Tommy's body, alone, in the bleakness of winter. She had to ensure he didn't die from his wound or from the bitter cold. She had to ensure her own survival because if she died, then Tommy would too. There was a telephone in the safe house; she used the last bit of strength she had at dawn to call him once she was sure Tommy was stable enough to leave him out of her sight. 

Alarmed, the eldest Shelby tried to reassure Mary about coming as fast as he could, which could still take half the day in a car ride. She mindlessly hummed her approval and hung up the phone. Her face was covered with white streaks from tears she had cried that night. She looked around them. The safe house was nothing but desolation. There were bodies on the floor, with a bullet or more lodged in their bodies. These men attacked Tommy and Mary at their safe house, and after the initial shock of being found, Tommy and Mary quickly did as they had rehearsed. Both grabbed their guns and hid behind a wall. Mary was to protect herself and shoot if anyone came closer. She managed to kill two men who tried to take her by surprise and then hid under a table, so Tommy would not be too worried about something happening to her. 

He fired his gun, and the deafening sound of gunshots managed to hurt her eardrums.  It was only when there was no more firing sound that the nurse tried to move out of her hiding spot. Everyone was either painfully groaning or already dead. She carefully walked on top of the corpses and found Tommy sitting on the floor.  He took a bullet to the chest and was bleeding profusely. He was pale, alarmingly pale, and was holding onto his wound as tightly as he could. The nurse did not have time to panic. Instead, she went to work on Tommy. It was rudimentary, but she quickly filled a bowl with hot water, grabbed her first-aid kit, took Tommy to the nearest table, and helped him lie on his back. She went to wash her hands, and on her way back to the table, one of the dying men grabbed her ankle and begged her to save his life. 

Mary's eyes opened wide, and she kicked the man's arm and rushed to Tommy. Operating on Tommy was grueling. She managed to remove the bullet and stitch the torn flesh back together. Luckily for him, the bullet did not tear a vital organ apart, so his chance of survival increased, and Mary could perform the surgery on him. He passed out several times, and the brown-haired woman tried to slap his face to keep him awake.  She apologized for hurting him and for not being able to make him more comfortable. She apologized for not being what he needed and perhaps for failing him. She begged him to stay alive because they still had so much to live for together. They still had so much to do.  It took her two hours to remove the bullet and stitch him perfectly back together. 

It took her another two hours for an improvised blood transfusion. Tommy ended up falling asleep, and the dying man was now long dead. A deafening silence fell upon the safe house. Mary decided against climbing on the table, and instead sat on a chair next to his face. She slid her fingers into his and leaned her head on the table, right next to his. Mary did not sleep. She could not. Arthur came, but Mary did not register that. She did not register that the Peaky Blinders he came with took care of the bodies. She did not see them clean the safe house up, wipe out the blood on the floor, bury the bodies. She refused to be taken away from Tommy's body and refused to stop holding him until he woke up.  Arthur sighed and put his hand on her shoulders. 

"You need to drink something, Mary. You're pale as death. Your lips are dry. Come over... Mary. Drink something."

"I can't... I can't... I need him to wake up, Arthur. I need him to wake up." -She pinched her lips together and looked up at his face-

"Can I at least check for injuries? You tried your best to save me brother, but I have to make sure you're not wounded."

"I'm fine!" She yelled, holding onto Tommy's hands tighter. "Please...Don't take me away from him."

"Mary. Do you think he would like to see you in a bad shape?" 

Arthur's voice was softer, his eyes wet with emotion. He cared for the woman, like he would care for Ada. Mary was family, and if he was to lose yet another brother, Arthur did not want to lose a sister. He did not want anything to happen to Mary. Even worse, what if Tommy woke up and Mary died in his arms? He would never forgive Arthur for not taking care of his woman, so the eldest Shelby grabbed Mary's shoulders tighter and forced her back on her feet. She screamed and kicked and tried to push Arthur away, but he refused to give in to her and instead looked at her body for traces of a bullet impact or any other type of wound on her. She was pale, deathly so from the blood transfusion, but she did not have any wounds. She did not seem to be injured. 

"Release her!" 

Tommy's voice echoed through the room. He had gathered enough strength to yell at his brother and to reassure Mary that he was alive and well. He had been awake for a couple of minutes when his brother and his missus were arguing about her taking a break. He noticed that it was morning already and that he might have been in and out of it for a couple of hours. He groaned and shifted on the table as he wanted to sit on it. Mary pushed Arthur and rushed to the table so she could help Tommy sit. He grunted as his freshly dressed wound stung, but he tried to keep his head held high. Mary cupped his cheeks with blood-stained hands. 

"You're alive. You pulled through." He nodded, and her lips trembled. " I thought I had lost you. I couldn't... I couldn't live without you... Thank God..." And she fainted. Arthur was able to catch her before her body hit the floor, and he carried her in his arms. She was beyond exhausted and weak from the blood transfusion and needed to rest, and as soon as she woke up, she needed to eat. 

"The safe house is compromised. We'll use this place to lure our enemies in. Take Mary back home; Frances would have fixed something for her so she can eat upon waking up. I'll go to the Garrison. Get a doctor for me, fresh clothes and whisky, and bullets. I'm going to find out who did this and flush them out."

Arthur did as he was told. He would see to it that Mary was safely brought back home and that he could ensure his brother had everything he needed. He had no idea who could have tried something like this, but was ready for the fight to come. Tommy kept his concern for Mary to himself. She simply fainted and was not injured. He gathered that it was just exhaustion and nothing more serious than that. Before Arthur took her to the car, Tommy managed to stand up and stroked Mary's cheek with his calloused and dried-blood-stained hand. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as his heart was filled with revenge. He had to get the people who threatened Mary's life. He had to kill every single one of them and hoped that it was not Michael who was behind it because if it was, he would not spare any thought for Polly Grey's son. He would not spare any for Polly either. He would simply retaliate until there was nothing left of Michael Grey. 

-TBC-

Nixus: Saturday night

 A Little self-indulgent Nixus domestic bliss scene :3 

Marc quietly closed his apartment door behind him. He came back from his shift early that evening and found Phoenix in the living room, a pile of copies beside her. She had been working all day long and was just now taking a break. She leaned into her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose. Obviously, she heard the noise from the door and knew that Marc was home. She turned her head towards Marc and welcomed him with her scrunched-up smile. Her face lit up, and she stretched her arms up.

"Good evening, mon coeur. You came at the right time." 

She grinned and closed her eyes when Marc closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. He gave her a hug, and she gently put her hands on his arms. She closed her eyes and gently stroked the skin of his arms. 

"Good evening, gorgeous. Let me steal you from your work and come over." - He grinned, and she stood up. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she pressed her lips to his in a soft but firm kiss. Marc wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned her forehead against his.- " I have been looking forward to seeing you tonight."

"Rough day?"  -She asked, chin up to look into his. Marc nodded. He looked exhausted, but she did not worry about it because Marc seemed to be the same as usual. He was simply tired from having a long day.  She cupped his cheeks with both hands and gave him a warm smile. "Then we will make sure to help you unwind tonight. Any way necessary." She winked at him and pressed another soft kiss on his lips. Marc held her tighter against his frame, enjoying the kiss and trying to make it linger a little longer.-

"It sounds like a plan. I ate on my way home." 

Because it was a long day, he went with the guys at the cop bar down the street. It was their habit to go to bars, eat some nachos, and drink some beer while they found ways to wash away the day before going home. He did not want to bring the day to Phoenix's door, so Marc did as he had always done. She could smell the beer and the cigarette smoke on his hair. The teacher simply nodded and then dropped her hand to grab his and walk him towards the couch. 

"I can hardly call that dinner. I'll fix you a plate of what I cooked today, and you, Officer Flynn, will relax on the couch. You may turn on the TV and put on some sports." 

"Yes, ma'am!" -He agreed in a bemused yet enthusiastic tone-

He felt lucky, in a way he could not articulate. Phoenix was not like most women he'd tried to date before. She did not make a scene when he came home late. She did not berate him when he went to the bar with his colleagues. She understood his job and what it entailed. She also understood when he did not want to share what happened to him. She did not need to know unless she felt she had to. She was simply happy to see him at home and cuddle him to her heart's content. He sat on the couch, exhausted but relieved he wouldn't need to leave anytime soon. She would fix him a plate of whatever she had made that day, and he would be able to catch up with his game for a couple of hours, with her sitting next to him and watching the game or reading. 

He did not mind when she read because he understood that she might not be in the mood to watch a game, but at least she was reading next to him. She fixed him a delicious food tray, complete with fresh water since he had had a lot of beer earlier, and a slice of homemade pie.   She sat at the corner of the couch, with a duvet wrapped around her and a cup of hot cocoa in hand. She had decided to follow the game with him, and Marc could not have been happier. Phoenix thought the same. She loved the quietness of the evening. She loved how close to each other they were and how comfortable in the silence they both seemed to be. Was it what they called building a life for oneself? She did not know for sure, but she was certain of one thing. She did not want it to end. She was happy. She was more than happy; she was alive.

TBC 

Horny Windora: In the nightclub

Jake could say he'd never entered a vampire's den like the one Lux took him to. When she first brought up the idea, he wasn't thrilled. The idea of going to a place filled with vampires and their human blood bags did not seem like a safe and sound idea. Lux assured him he wouldn't have time to get bored and that she would protect him. He listened, but he still was not convinced to go until, finally, he saw Lux in her short little red sequin dress. That dress was diabolical. It was hugging the vampire in all of her right curves; it squeezed her breasts and hugged her ass. It had a nice cleavage that enticed whoever was staring at it but did not reveal enough for their liking. Her feet were in black stilettos, and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Her lips were painted red, her eyeshadow had gold accents, and she wore gold earrings. When she stepped out of the bathroom, his jaw dropped to the floor, and suddenly, going out with her did not sound so bad. Vampires be damned. 

She led the way into the club, her arm wrapped around his as she showed him around. It was a gentleman's club, the kind Jake had never visited but had heard about. A place where rich and elegant people would indulge in pleasures most average Joes could never dream of. It was the same principle, with waiters waltzing around with drinks for the human guests and blood bags. Vampires were drinking directly from the source, fangs deep into their human blood bags' necks and eyes alight with burning lust and pleasure. Others were dancing; most were chatting. There was a live band playing some jazz, but Jake did not pay a lot of attention to the music. Instead, he looked at Lux. She stood out with her vibrant red hair that crowned her beautiful face, her sexy red dress, and her seductive smile. Gosh, she was hot!

She introduced him as her esteemed guest, not to be mistaken for a blood bag.  She then explained that her intention was to hear the latest gossip and gather intel about the whereabouts of Frederic and his henchman Alan.  Last time she went there, her favourite and most loyal blood bag, Kelly, had informed her that Frederic was watching her from afar. He wanted to know what Lux was searching for, and his sudden interest had put the vampire in an uneasy position. So it was the only logical move Lux could make. She had just gotten the biggest lead from the Hermit vampire, and she needed to know if that visit had made the rounds.  She called Kelly on her way to Montana to inform her that she would no longer use her as her bloodbag unless there was an emergency, and upon her return to New-York, she would pay a visit to the club and would need her information.

"It's been a hot minute, Lux. I have missed you so much." A beautiful blonde woman welcomed Lux and Jake. She was wearing an elegant knee-length thin-strapped black dress and a pair of high heels. Her hair was tied in a messy bun that let some blonde strands of hair tickle her nose. She smiled warmly at the pair and crossed her arms above her chest. 

"As you can see, I have been quite busy." -Kelly took them to their booth. Lux sat next to Jake, and Kelly sat across the booth.- "I haven't completely lost interest in this place. As discussed over the phone, I would like to hear the latest gossip. Jake, I would have to pretend to drink from her so it would not raise suspicion." He nodded, and he watched Lux stand up and sit next to Kelly. She grabbed her, tilted her head, and placed it in such a way that people could believe she was actually biting Kelly. "When I went to Montana, did anyone try to find out my whereabouts?" Kelly nodded.

"Yes. Frederic and Alan came over two days after you left. They started to ask around about you to the usual patrons of the club. Alan came to me, and he used your vampire magic on me. I told him what I knew, which was the only thing you told me: you were curious about the history of your people."

"Mmh, I see." Lux felt relieved to know that her plan worked because she did not tell Kelly about her plans. She had already noticed that Frederic had followed her weeks ago, so she would not be surprised to see that he had followed through with surveillance once she came back.  She did not want to risk Kelly's life by giving her too much information in case her enemies would want to compel her to speak.- "No need to tell me what you told them. I can already imagine. Did they speak of any plans they had for me?"

"Not really. They are very careful. I managed to pick up the fact that they were frustrated with you because they tried to tail you in Montana, but you lost them. They also were upset about your curiosity and refusal to believe the stories in your temples and mausoleums."

"They are upset I want to explore? What is it if not the behaviour of a guilty party?" She scoffed and pulled away from Kelly. Her warm hand cupped her cheek, and she smiled at her friend. Kelly gave her a longing look, already disheartened that she no longer could be Lux's blood bag. She pouted, but Lux chuckled.  "You don't have to answer this question, Kells. I know the answer.  How about I go to the bar and fetch you something to drink for both of you?"  

They nodded, and Lux left for the bar counter. Kelly sighed and crossed her legs together while staring at Jake. The blonde studied the dark and handsome man in front of her. She stopped at his intense green eyes, the thick eyebrows, the sharp jaw, and strong chin. She looked at his built, big, burly man, with a confident gaze and a confident way to carry himself. He looked good with Lux; she could not deny it. And perhaps there was more between them than Lux said. 

"She's never done that before, you know? Bring a guest here?"

"I guess that she really wanted to show me around," Jake said with a disarming smile. Kelly blushed and cleared her throat once again. "You sound like you miss being her blood bag?"

"Yeah... Kinda... Lux is different from the other vampires. If you look around, you will see that they don't really take care of their blood bag. They take it, and it's painful, and they discard us like we're nothing but food to them. I am not naive. I know that they think they are above us, and that we are just pets to them. Lux... Lux never treated me like food or a pet. She treated me as a person. She saw my humanity, and instead of being disgusted, she respected it.  She always tries to make it pleasant for me, and it is. Once she bites, she always soothes. Today feels strange, but I welcome it even more because I am now just her friend."

"I see.  You're giving up on quite the high for your friendship with Lux, mmhh?" Kelly nodded. 

"She saved my life. She took great care of me, Jake. Now I see that she's taking great care of you."

" She is. Since we came here, everyone is looking at her. Does it happen often?"

He asked, watching as Lux went to the bar. She looked in control, incredibly sexy, and very attentive to her surroundings. Indeed, he noticed that all the vampires that were sitting in their booths were staring at her, studying her every move and taking notes of what she was doing, something that Lux had surely already noticed too. His attention was caught by Kelly again; she clearly was nervous with Jake around, mostly because he did not look like the type of human who was into becoming a blood bag. He was not seeking the thrill of being bitten, the pleasure that came from it after the intense seconds of pain. Kelly narrowed her gaze and replied in a soft voice. 

"Every time Lux sets foot here. They treat her like she's the odd one, but I also caught the lustful gaze of some of them. She does not pay them any mind. I asked her if it had anything to do with the fact that she's an Adora, but she told me that it had much more to do with the way she looked. It's disgusting, but I can't do anything but support her." She sighed and gave him a soft smile. "It's been a while since I have seen her smile like that. So you really must be treating her well." 

"To the best of my abilities. She doesn't really need me to do much but be there for her. Fortunately for me, I can do that." He joked and then watched  Lux walk back to their booth with two drinks. One was Irish Bourbon she gave Jake, and the other was a Cosmo. She sat on Jake's lap and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her face fixed on Kelly. "Did you get what you were looking for?"

"I did. I came here to be seen. I want them to think that I am back to my usual business."  She rubbed her nose to his and gave him a big smile- " So how about I focus on you?"

"And what about Kelly?"

"I am leaving. I'll leave you two alone so you can enjoy the evening." -She stood up and grabbed her bag.- "Lux, please... Don't be a stranger, okay?" The redhead smiled and watched her friend leave. 

"You are taking this in stride, puppy." -She mused and flashed her teeth. He licked his bottom lip and  put his right hand on her waist and the other hand laid on her knee. The singer noticed that Lux was unlike any vampire he had ever met. She was warm, and if he had not known she was a vampire, he could have been fooled. Her body pressed against his and  her hands stroked his shoulders. "I'm grateful that you came with me."

"I wouldn't have left you alone, especially if you were walking into a trap." He ran his large hand over her back, up and down just tobring her some comfort while the other hand stayed on her knee. "I noticed that you're being watched."

"I like to think that it is because of my astonishing beauty. They can't really get their eyes off me, much like you. But do you know what they do not have that you do?" -He hummed negatively- "They do not have me. They have never tasted me. They have never touched me but here you are, touching my knee, allowing me to run my teeth against your skin, like the good puppy you are." 

Lux nibbled on his neck. Her head disappeared against the crook of his neck. Jake grunted when he felt her fingers sink into his scalp. She was careful not to draw blood because she did not want the other vapires to notice Jake's delicious blood. She could not anticipate their reactions but given their savage nature, they would attack him. They would try to turn him into their personal blood bag or even worse, they would try to kill him. She did not want to risk it and did not want to ruin the moment she was sharing with Jake. He swallowed hard when the redhead licked his jugular. 

The hand that was not lost into his scalp dropped until she slid it under his t-shirt. She stroked his chest, her nails gently scratched his skin, teasing a harder scratch that would not come. Her teeth pressed against his skin, teasing a bite that did not come.  She had noticed Alan, at the corner. He had been there from the beginning, keeping an eye on her from the moment she set foot in club. He had noticed Jake, and the way they were close to each other. That gave him a pang of jealousy in his heart and  made him growl. Lux smirked, delighted to eliecit such bad reactions but focused her attention on Jake.

"Madam..." He shifted on the chair, his voice slowly becoming hot and bothered. She put on a show, he could tell by the way she touched him, painfully slow, painfully intense. She wanted to reward him for coming with her and it was working on the Winchester.  She still kept in mind that she was in the presence of the vampire society and could not wild out like she usually did. "I think you would be more interested in leaving this place so we can continue this....unf..."

"Wiser words had not been spoken. I got what I wanted, we dont' need to linger any more here." -She then pressed her lips to his ear and whispered, her voice hot and bothered- "I want to ravish you, my dear puppy. Seeing all the debauchery in the club turned me on. Could you tell?" 

"Yes... I could smell you when you were sitting on my lap. I could hear it in your voice and I can fucking feel it right now.  I will serve you, madam, like a starved animal because I am hungry. So fucking hungry."  He groaned and gently smacked her ass. "Come on, madam. Let's go home." 

-TBC-

trivia Lux edition

 Lux

What would he hate about her? Lux thinks that her tendency to want to handle everything by herself would end up frustrating Jake. She tries to keep things to herself because she has the idea of protecting others by keeping them at arm's length and oblivious to the inner struggles she has to face every day.  She always wants to front as a strong woman; even when she's breaking down and falling apart, she tries to pretend that she's fine and has everything under control.

What does she want to do with him (cute): She wants to introduce him to her family. She dreams about her father and brother accepting her relationship with Jake and treating him like one of their own. She wants to introduce him to the vampire society as her companion (and maybe later on, as her betrothed), in a way to show how happy she is with him and how welcoming he is of her: Claws, tails, fangs, and all. 

 A fantasy she has: Lux would like some Tail play with Jake. It is extremely sensitive, and she knows the many ways Jake could use it to bring her to her knees. She knows that if they are in public and her tail has protruded, if Jake tries to stroke it, wrap it around his arm, or pull on it when she's trying to be serious, she would turn into putty in his hands. 

How would she comfort him? Lux would try to get him to talk to her. She would hold his hand and stroke the back of his hand. She would be a good listener and would kiss his shoulder and neck as he talked to her. If he doesn't talk, Lux would simply be there for him, sit in silence next to him, and then try to suggest they change his mind by doing something he likes. 

What is a cute thing he does that she loves? Lux loves Jake's sense of humour. He will always try to defuse a situation with a well-placed joke. She loves his jokes and loves the way he always seems to find just the right joke to make her feel better. She loves the cutest smiles he always gives her when he sees her and how nervous he is when he wants to act cool, but he's very nervous around her, like a smitten teenager.

What she physically loves about him: He has incredible eyes. Lux loves to lose herself in his forest green gaze. She loves to stare at him when he's deep inside her, and he brings her to the edge. She loves his scars because they tell a story, and she loves to trace them with her fingers. To her, it makes him even more alive than ever because his body tells what he went through. It tells what he overcame, what he faced, what he feared, maybe. It tells a lot. Jake is very expressive, even when he decides to close himself off.

What turns her on about him? She gets turned on when he takes her violence. The way he welcomes her roughness turns her on beyond belief. He answers her, gives in to her, is a good little puppy for her, and she loves it. She loves to see him lose his mind, to take charge. When he shows that he's not afraid to give her his all. When he messes her up at the end of their romp, and she's just a fucking mess of fluids and happiness.  She loves that Jake practically tries almost everything and is willing to push the envelope if that means he and his partner can both get off. She loves that he wants to please her and make her feel good, and she thinks that's perhaps the hottest thing about him. 

Trivia Nix edition

 Nix:

What would he hate about her? Nix believes that Marc would absolutely hate to learn she was an assassin. While her death-seeking days are over, she usually seeks punishment for what she did before, and while she stopped fighting people in the streets since dating Marc, she doesn't seem to grasp that being hurt or beaten up, or slapped or whatever type of physical assault (or verbal lash-out) by people is not normal. She still believes that she deserves it and always downplays it when something happens to her.

What is a cute thing he does that she loves? When Marc is at a loss for words and his jaw starts to work, or he has an expression of disbelief on his face. It is so cute to watch him blink and stare at her with a confused stare as he does not know what to do or say next. It would take him some time before he gathers his thoughts and can either act or do something. She thinks it's the cutest thing he can ever do, something that makes him terribly human and vulnerable, something she wants to protect the most. 

What is a fantasy she has: Besides the obvious cop/ criminal rp? She actually wants to try toys. Yes. She wants to relinquish control over her pleasure by using an egg (or dildo) and give the remote control to Marc. She wants him to choose the way he will tease her before he comes home to a very needy Phoenix. 

What does she want to do with him (cute): As simple as it is, Nix dreams about moving in together with Marc. She never had to "Play house" with someone before, and she wants to experience it with Marc. To be able to come home to him, to welcome him with a nice homemade dinner and wine. She wants to be able to watch TV with him while relaxing against him. The idea of having a place to call home and someone to come back to is a dream of hers. 

How would she comfort him? Nix is a very tender and romantic person. She will always listen to him and touch him (his hand, his shoulder, his arm, one hand on his thigh, or whatever place she can touch). She loves to run her fingers through his hair and massage his scalp and would always make herself ready to listen to him talk. She also will bake his favorite treat to comfort him.  She would run him a bath as well and try to give him a good back and shoulder rub. 

What she physically loves about him: Marc's arms, chest, and eyes. His arms because they keep her safe. They hold and don't let go. He has strong arms; he works out and looks so damn good. His chest makes her feel protected, and she can listen to his heartbeat. She loves his beautiful eyes. Marc has such expressive, intense, and beautiful blue eyes. It makes her feel so good. It makes her feel intense, too. She can't help but lose herself in his blue eyes no matter what they are doing.  She thinks he has a nice pair of ass and loves to watch him walk in front of her XD. She might like to gently smack it as he walks by. 

What turns her on about him? Nix absolutely loves the way Marc gets going and matches her freak. He always wants to experiment with things with her, and he is always so willing to make her feel good and happy. She has never had that before: someone who wants her to feel pleasure when they have sex, someone who is comforting her after intense sessions, and who will explore with her.  She loves when he speaks and expresses himself when he feels good. (his curses are music to her ears) And how unhinibited marc is when they are together. When he feels good and loses his mind, it turns her on the most.

Juicy questionnaire Nix edition

Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her? “ His kindness. I saw how he treated the neighbour’s kids. I saw how sweet and understanding he was.”

Would you change anything about the way you met? “No. I only wish I went for the contact earlier.”

Have you ever been in love? “I thought it was love. I was only grateful for the crumbs of attention he gave me.”

Why did things end with your last ex? “he faked his own death and sold me out to the guild.”

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? To be gaslit and manipulated like I was before. And violence towards me…

Is there anything about the future that scares you? For Marc to find out I used to be an assassin

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on? A cop. And a damn great one

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I planned to leave the guild with him. I was ready to betray everything that made me who I was for him. It backfired 

Do you want to have a family someday? yes. Yes. With Marc. I would like to have a child. If he deems me worthy of building a family of three with me.

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? Do you want to stay, not just tonight? Not just tomorrow. But always?

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? I was trained for that

How often do you like to be intimate? Very often. I have a strong appetite

How important is sex to you in a relationship? It is, but I can also do without if Marc lost interest in it…. But I am a very horny and naughty teacher, so it would be a struggle.

How do you like to be touched? Firmly. Kindly, with intention and passion. I love when he makes me feel that he needs me and wants me.”

What's your favorite part about sex? When I make Marc moan and curse. I love it so much when he gives in to his pleasure and talks dirty and moans loudly

The most challenging part about sex? To keep my voice down so I don’t trouble my neighbours

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When I look into his eyes as he fucks me

Do you prefer morning or evening sex? evening. After work.

Lights on or off? Dim light

What do you fantasize about when you masturbate? Marc wearing his cop uniform and treating me like the worst criminal.

What's something you want to try with Him/ Her in bed? Toys, and to handcuff him and, for me, to be blindfolded.

What gets you off more: penetrative. I love the sensation of his cock inside me.

Have you ever tried BDSM? ..... a soft version of it with Marc? Why not?

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? I don’t know. It sounds so naughty.

What's the last thing you came to? Marc fucking me with his uniform. This is turning me on beyond belief.

What turns you on the most? When Marc speaks in my ear and holds me when he fucks me hard

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? When he caught me fingering myself after his bath. It wasn’t funny per se, but I didn’t intend for him to find me like this

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  During a mission? I have been fingered under a table at a restaurant

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? School. But during  lunch break while I was daydreaming about Marc

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! 

What's the hottest nickname He/She can call you in bed? gorgeous…. But I think something like Honey, darling, sweetheart… naughty teacher… I think any endearing word would be hot.