COLBY: Welcome back

COLBY: Welcome back 

Mary put Charles to bed, and just as she closed the door of his bedroom, she heard some noise on the stairs. She carefully walked towards the stairs, worried about a potential intruder, but sighed in relief when she realized it was Tommy.  She stood at the end of the stairs and watched as he climbed them carefully, as if he were trying not to make too much noise and wake his son. When he was a couple of steps away from the end of the stairs, he finally lifted his head, and his intense blue gaze set upon Mary's face. He clenched his jaw and kept climbing the stairs until he was now standing in front of her.  Tom scanned Mary's face. He was looking for a hint of anger or disappointment for coming home this late at night without placing a phone call. He had been gone for months now, unaware of time slipping by. He was so focused on the matters at hand that it did not occur to him to phone Mary or write a letter. It did not occur to him that so much time had passed without giving a proof of life to the worried woman waiting for him at home. 

"I'm home, Mary." -He whispered. Her eyes averted from his face to his chest, and she noticed he had taken off his coat and his blazer. He remained in his shirt and pants with suspenders- "Say something."

She could not speak. Her throat was too tight, too full of sorrows she refused to express. Instead, Mary stared at him with wet eyes and an unreadable expression. Tommy closed the distance between them and cupped her cheek with his calloused hand. She leaned into it, still searching his face as if she wanted to make sure it was reality and not a dream.  He saw sadness written on her face, a sadness she was trying so hard to conceal. Tommy felt his heart break at the sight and was even more confused by her smile. It was faint, but real. She was happy to see him. Swiftly, Mary wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug. He slowly brought his arms around her back and gently stroked the delicate skin through her thin cotton pajamas. Tommy furrowed his brows as he felt her body start to shake. 

"Mary?" -He inquired. He wanted to know why she was shaking in his arms. His ears picked up a wet sound, a sniffle, was she... crying? His voice turned soft, and he called her name again- " Mary? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine... I'm fine.... It's just..... I wasn't expecting to see you." - She barely managed to say before sobs choked her voice- "I--It's been so long... Tom. Months... I wasn't sure you would come back. You never called. You never wrote... Charlie, your son.... asked me to tell him more about his dad." He flinched and squeezed her tighter. He buried his head against the crook of her neck. Mary looked up to the ceiling, eyes wet from the tears she was crying. "There had been a time when he did not know if his father liked him. I can only do so much, Tom, but I can't replace you in your son's heart. You have to talk to him. You have to soothe his heart."

He knew she was not saying everything. Mary rarely spoke about herself, and he refused to believe she was unaffected by his prolonged absence. He knew she was holding back on a lot of things about him and wished she could express herself. She still focused on him, still thought about his relationship with his son... and that wrecked his heart. He wanted her to yell at him, to punch his chest, and to cry loudly. He wanted her to be upset for leaving her alone. The notion of Time escaped him at times, and he did not realize how long he had been away from home. By the time his business was done, Tom realized that it had been months. By the time he was on the train home, he realized just how much he was missing his family. By the time she was in his arms, Tom did not want to let her go. 

"I'll talk to him. You should not have shouldered this all by yourself. I--" His jaw clenched, and Tommy swallowed a lump. "I got carried away and did not realize how long it has been since--" She cut him short.

"I'm used to solitude. I have been alone before. I was alone when I joined the family. I have been alone ever since we got together. It's not easy to be alone... But I am used to it." -Her tone wanted to be reassuring, but she ended up breaking down in tears. " But you're home now.... You're home." -She refused to talk about how she felt, yet her tears were a testament to her mind. He gently moved his hands up to her shoulders and slowly pulled her off him so he could look at her face. 

The sight broke his heart. He hated to see Mary cry. He hated to see her soft and warm face wet with tears. He took the time to study her face and noticed that she was exhausted. There were bags under her eyes, her hair was thinner, and he noticed she looked plainer than usual. Was she sick? He then lowered his face and noticed she was thinner than before, paler, more exhausted. He cupped her cheek and stroked the tears off her skin.  He did not see anger on her face, not even a hint of disappointment, and that hurt him more than he cared to admit. Did she give up on them? Did she just accept his shortcomings and not want to confront him anymore? She was not cold to him; he could tell she was genuinely happy to see him, but the melancholic stare she gave him wrecked his heart. 

"Mary, please...Tell me that you are upset with me. Tell me that you are disappointed I came back too late, that I should have written to you or called you. That I should show that I care. Yell at me! Yell at me! Please!" 

She shook her head and slowly pulled away from him so they could walk into their bedroom. He was right, she seemed like a ghost, as if she had been waiting for him for far too long. He followed her into the bedroom, closed the door behind them carefully so it would not wake up their son, and almost flew across the room until he finally wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"Mary...please."

"What use would that be for me to yell at you, Tom? I will cry and yell and stomp my feet, and you will tell me to calm down, you will make promises you won't keep, and we will be back to square one. I don't have the energy to crumble before you. I don't have the energy to pick myself back up." 

She sobbed and covered her face with both hands. She was right, and Tommy knew it. He knew that he had nothing to say that could help soothe her heart. He knew that she did not want to listen to him, but she sought his touch. Her hands wrapped around his, and she lowered her head. Tom went on his knees and slowly turned her around so she could face him. Mary was still crying, but she slowly wrapped her arms around Tommy's shoulders and pulled him into a soft hug.  Tommy felt his heart panic, and while he did not want to let his body betray him, he could not stop his eyes from getting wet. She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him harder against her frame. Perhaps that was the worst for Tommy Shelby. His woman was hurt and was still trying to comfort him. He had to make up to her, to make her feel loved again. To make her feel safe again. 

"I only have one request, Tom. Hold me tonight. Hold me tight...Don't ever let me go."

"I won't. I won't..... God, I won't."

-TBC-

NIXUS: trivia and headcanons

Dog or Cat?

Nix " Cat"

Marc: Dog (has nothing against cats, though)

Fish or Meat? (cow, chicken, pork)

Nix: Meat (pork meat is a weakness)

Marc: Meat

Good at giving massages?

Nix: "Yes!  She even has a special oil that gets hotter the more she uses it. Her back massages are killers!"

Marc: doesn't really know. Hasn't given all that many. Nix will have to tell him. And if not, he'll keep practicing until he is.

ticklish?

Nix: "Unfortunately, yes."

Marc: Not especially.

Sensitive?

Nix: "Physically? Oh yes. pain receptors and pleasure receptors make everything great or worse."

Marc: Not overly. He has a high pain tolerance. He grew up with it, it has been part of his job, and to an extent, he is used to it. He is more sensitive to pleasure, or even just a pleasant touch. It's far less familiar, and he's much more aware of a gentle touch than a harsh one. If that makes sense.

Had ice cubes tease your skin?

Nix: No. But she wants to try. She would get goosebumps. Would feel every pass of the cube on her skin.

Marc: No, but is open to trying it with Phoenix.

A sensitive place where you have been kissed that turns you on? (Elbows, armpits, improbable places where a kiss makes your legs weak)

Nix: the inner side of her wrist. She discovered that a kiss there was turning her on.

Marc: His back, or the back of his shoulders. It's nice.

A place she loves to be kissed tenderly. (Forehead, shoulder…) 

Nix: forehead kisses.

Marc: cheek, or neck.

Ever had blindfolded sex?

Nix: once. But it was disappointing. However, imagine being blindfolded and having some ice cubes run over your skin? Now she wants to try it.

Marc: No. He's never trusted someone enough to let them blindfold him. Again, with Nix, he would be willing to try it given some time.

3 words they associate with the other.

Nix: « comfort - trust - safe »

Marc: spontaneous, cute, safe

3 physical things you like about the other.

Nix:

His laugh. It is warm and rich. It makes my heart beat faster and harder in my chest. I can recognize his laugh in a crowded room. 

The way he works his jaw when he’s in deep thinking. He doesn’t realize it, but he’s very focused and careful about what he wants to say. 

The sound of his voice. Especially when he speaks in my ear or whispers against the crook of my neck. When he is turned on and wants me to take over. And when he says, «Oh my god. »

Marc: 

Her most genuine smile, when her face scrunches right up, and she's happy and as cute as a button. 

The way she always smells like jasmine. 

Her curves, especially that ass, that she shows off every chance that she gets.

Would you kill for the other? (Life or death situation)

Nix: Yes. Without hesitation. She wouldn’t like to take a life, but fuck it, if it’s a choice between Marc or the asshole trying to kill him, she would not hesitate.

Marc: Yes. No question. He also would not like to take a life. But to protect Nix, he wouldn't hesitate to do what is necessary .

Are you a good dancer?

Nix: Yes. Trained classically. But her favorite dances are the slow ones.

Marc: ish. He is not a classically trained dancer. But he also isn't the kind of person with two left feet or anything. He's coordinated enough to get through a dance. But we can't say he's had much occasion to dance.

Rp splove 🩸WINDORA

 "What do you like about your partner's characters or the way they portray them?"

Jake: I like the way Nate writes Jake. He is perhaps the one who is the most hedonist of the boys. The one who has lost so much that he doesn’t seem to care much about what happens around him. At least that’s what he wants people to believe. Jake is an open wound. He’s been through a lot from a very young age. He lost his mom, his dad was kind of a deadbeat (and had been to all of his kids). His brothers want nothing to do with him. Or at the very least they can be cordial to each other. Jake is kind of a drifter. He goes from place to place and doesn’t really “live”. But can we blame him when he’s one of the very few to be aware of the supernatural world? When he tries to avoid it but he’s always pulled back into it? When there is rarely hope to keep when you know the true nature of the world?  So he drifts. He doesn’t form bonds. He’s alone in the world, with his wounds that can set him of led at any given moment.  Nate writes Jake with a honesty and a vulnerability that I appreciate a lot.  Yet there is strength in Jake. There is a path towards a better life ahead of him. There is still a possibility for him to take root somewhere and heal. 

Of course, Jake meeting Lux was an explosive combo. People who should have been enemies gravitated around each other. Both are unlike most of their kind. Jake, being a legendary hunter and a Winchester certainly doesn’t hold the same closed-off view of monsters. He decided to trust Lux and take her as she was. Lux, being unlike any vampire he has met before, is not interested in killing humans, or dominating them. She is not interested in turning Jake into a pet or a bloodbag, (despite his blood being delicious). She fell for the man. For the darkness within him that he had not shared yet. For the light inside him that she can see unlike many. For the intense desire to save those in danger.  Jake saw her, perhaps one of the very few to ever do so. He saw her bare soul, the cracks and the pain. He saw her at her most vulnerable and will see her at her weakest. And he never once judged her to be unfit. He never once told her she didn’t deserve to be loved or that she should simply kill herself. Jake treats her like a true companion and she wants to protect him. She fell for him and would do anything in her power to keep him safe and alive. 

Jake has a lot of depth and underneath those hedonistic layers, there is someone who makes me feel intensely. There is drama, there is tragedy, there is pain and yet there is also a lot of love, warmth, gentleness and hope. There is still humanity in Jake and that compliments well our special undead girl.  There is still something worth fighting for and Jake is worth fighting for. I love his sense of humour, his fun nature and the way he can quickly focuses on action when it comes to saving people. He is intense and makes me curious for what’s to come. I wonder why we waited so long to write with Jake but I am glad we ended up writing with him. That’s all that matters. 

Rp splove 🎓NIXUS edition

"What do you like about your partner's characters or the way they portray them?"

Marc Flynn

I like the way Nate writes Marc. Somehow I feel that it comes naturally to him. Marc is grounded in reality. He’s a reliable and dependable man we can count on. He has an edge, like all of Nate’s character and was shaped by the rough and awful childhood he had. Marc is a wounded man, who built himself the best way he could. He patched himself up, healed some part of himself and still has a lot to work on. That never took away from the goodness of his heart. Marc has seen the worst of mankind, the cruelest deeds people had done, the lies and schemes and yet he still is capable of doing good. He’s a force of good. I like the way Nate dives deep into Marc’s psyche. How he allows me (and us) to see Marc for who he really is. He writes him as flawed, as human, as complex but not complicated to understand. He writes him as multi-layered and I love that the most. Marc is extremely attractive as himself. A human character I didn’t expect Nate to write since he told me that the next one was going to be a supernatural creature 😂 but here comes that human being, and he swept me off my feet.  I am invested in his story and I want to see what comes next.

 as curious as it is, while Marc is a great cop, and I respect his skills, it’s his interpersonal relations that get my attention. I love to see how he interacts with the people around him. He’s a loyal and dependable friend. Always ready to lend a hand. Always happy to spend time with Bianchi and her family. Always polite with the new people he meets. He’s not closed off and not an asshole, hence why he’ll get quick friends with Chief Walker and Debbie. That’s why he so easily small-talked with Phoenix in the elevator. That’s why the kids of the building love playing basketballs with him and the old neighbour keeps babbling about him. He’s kind. That same kindness that turned Phoenix on, is the same one that impressed me. He is a good man, not an idealized version of a good man, not perfection made flesh but a good man.  He is trying his best to be a better version of him. He doesn’t hesitate to confide in his partner Bianchi, to try and do better by his people, by Phoenix. He doesn’t hesitate to show his vulnerabilities and to express his objections. He tries to be fair and to make sure that the other party understands why he did what he did. Marc is what we call a “fair and square” type of guy. One who colors inside the box but would not hesitate to bend the rules or go off the books if he has no other choice to ensure the greater good.  

He has a darker side. Something that has to do with his trauma, his repressed anger, his repressed fears (cause yes, he represses a lot of negative emotions). He has depths we will explore and depths that don’t take away from his goodness. He is a man who suffered and one I believe, deserves to have a happy life. He deserves to have something that is his. A happiness no one can take from him. He deserves to be loved for who he is. Cared for instead of being the one who cares. To have a shoulder to lean against when in need, to know warmth and love when he lacked it most of his life. He deserves to be Marc. Not just officer Flynn. Not just a soul bound by duty. Marc has a lot to offer and he has a lot to get too. 

For Nix, Marc is a safe haven. He is a second chance at life. She was convinced that after the horrors she witnessed and experienced, that there was no one able to love her. She is fractured by life, beaten black and blue by violence and powerlessness. She was on the verge of killing herself when she decided to try and wash as much red as she could off her ledger. Marc came and showed her that she still had something to give. She still cared. Still had feelings. Still craved love and still wanted to give her heart to someone. There is so much life inside Phoenix but for so long she ignored it that her encounter with Marc forced her to notice it. There was life. There is life. And there is a future for someone like her. 

Marc, with his soft heart, his honesty, his kindness and good nature taught her to have trust again. He taught her to love again. He taught her to care for herself. He heals parts of her she didn’t know still existed and little by little, underneath all those layers she put on, he uncovered the real Phoenix. He set her free. For Nix, Marc is her safe place. The one with whom she can be free to simply be. He is the one who loves her as she is and never wants her to become his perfect doll. With Marc, she explores her humanity, and I love that the most about them. They are human. They simply are human. 

Nixus: A happy life.

Phoenix had just stepped outside her shower, and while she used a hair dryer on her hair, the woman looked at her reflection.  She realized that she was the healthiest and happiest she'd ever looked in her life. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were full of life. It almost shocked her to see that joy on her face, and she narrowed her eyes to study her face. Her face almost looked like she was a different person, younger even as she was no longer stressed out. She was no longer looking past her shoulder or sleeping with one eye open. It was stunning, what a healthy relationship was.  A brief memory of Anton flashed before her eyes. He never hurt her physically, but he was physically distant and emotionally cold. He said he loved her, would make passionate love to her, but he would pull away from her body when he was done. He would reject all of her attempts at getting closer to him, would never hug her, would never kiss her unless he wanted to have sex with her.  He would, however, sweet-talk her when he wanted her affection. He would reject and then pull her back in. He breathed hot and cold towards her, and she took those crumbs of affection and believed they were the most she could ever get. The most she deserved. 

Did Anton love her? She used to believe he did. At 20 years old, with no romantic experience, it was easy to mistake his attention for genuine affection. It was easy to fall for his words, the tender way he used to call her name, the way he would pepper her face with kisses when he wanted her to give in to him. It was easy to believe him when he said he wanted to build a life with her outside the Guild. Ah. He spoke of taking her on a trip around the world, eating fancy dinners, and buying the most expensive clothes. She bought that lie, thinking that maybe this was Love. It made her chuckle at the thought. How naive was she to think that a man like him could love? He betrayed her in the worst way possible. He sold her to the Guild and bought his freedom on her back. He never tried to reach out to her after, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that Anton only wanted her to buy his beautiful lies so she would fall prey to him. She would become the perfect scapegoat who would pay for his own selfish desire. No wonder he was so distant from her. No wonder he did not want to give her more than crumbs. 

She thought she was in love, but as she matured, Phoenix realized that it was just a powerful attachment to the man. She wanted his affection more than anything else. She needed his affection and was blindsided by her own feelings. Love did not wear Anton's face. It wore Marc's face. Loving Marc came as naturally as breathing fresh air. It was normal. It was a feeling built on trust and confidence. It was a feeling built on trials and errors. on trying to do what was best for the other. It was a love built on respect. A love that welcomed her as she was, without trying to change her or trying to ridicule her. It was a love that made her want to care for him, to pamper him, to protect him, and to make him feel loved. His happiness was the most important for her. Was love Selfless? She realized that it was. It was a love.... It was a love... She realized that tears were rolling down her face and quickly wiped them with the back of her hand. Were they tears of joy or heartbreak? A slight furrow of her brows made her realize that she was actually happy. She was happy and safe. She was happy and wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. She sighed and gently leaned into her chair. Perhaps this was the life she deserved, an actual life. 

-TBC-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

Matt and Hayley were now lying on the mattress,  sweaty bodies entangled in a warm embrace. His hand was lost in her thick black mane, and his lips were pecking her forehead with soft kisses. Her left hand was mindlessly and absently stroking his chest, and she nuzzled the crook of his neck. Matt was happy that they managed to have a serious conversation. It had been a while since he had a heart-to-heart with someone, and the man without fears realized that it brought him some peace of mind. He could be himself with Hayley, without judgment or anguish. He could enjoy a peaceful moment in a place he knew was safe from the AVTF and Fisk's other goons. Here, in this room, there was nothing but the soft and steady heartbeat of the beautiful woman by his side. 

"Matt.... I want you to see me." -He nearly choked upon hearing her words, and before he could crack some wise words at her, she quickly added- "I mean, with your hands. I know that you have to touch things to see them. I wanted you to touch my face, so you could see me."

"Why?" -Not one to object to such a request, Matt shifted on the bed so he could tilt his head towards her and give her space to move her head at ease.  He then gently brought his hand to her belly-

"I used to belong to the H.A.N.D ever since I was born. No one has really seen me, and I want to be remembered as who I was. I want to have someone on this Earth who can say that they know me and can talk about me when I am long gone." - She was hopeful, and he could tell by the heartbeats that she was being sincere-

"Lee... I'm sorry that sounded really sad." -He gently slid his hand from her belly to her heart. He felt her take a deep breath, and she swallowed a lump-

"You can't blame me for never having had a life, can you?" She chuckled and placed her hand on top of his. He did not move; instead, he waited for her to bring his hand to her face- "I don't intend to die, Matt. I want you to remember me, please."

"Of course." -She closed her eyes and brought his large hand to her cheek.-

Matt cupped her cheek and felt her chest heave up and down. He picked up the sound of her swallowing hard, but his touch was gentle, certain, and precise. His fingers delicately traced the soft lines of her cheeks. She had a lovely round face, with high cheekbones and soft skin. He let his fingertips explore her plump lips,  trace the lines of her large nose that suited her face, and finally slid his fingers into her thick, coily mane. Her hair was soft, thick, and long. She did not move an inch from where she was, and he felt it. So he cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. 

He then gently shifted on the bed and leaned on his arm. Her blue eyes stared at his face, in search of a hint of disgust or disappointment, and found none. Matt smiled at her and then pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She moaned into the kiss and closed her eyes. His kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She let her hand run through his hair and held a fistful of his hair. He groaned into her touch and kissed her with renewed intensity. He rolled on top of her, and she welcomed him between her legs.  His kisses became even more feverish, and his hips started to grind into her. It elicited a moan from the woman who wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Wait.... Wait, Matt... Before we go off the rails and lose focus on what I requested, can you finish what you started?" -She silently thought to herself that she wanted to hear his thoughts about her face. Why did she make such a big deal of it? She did not know, but she wanted them to go through with it before they gave in to their lust-

"Right.... Right... I'm sorry. I got carried away. I could not resist your beautiful face."

"Beau---Beautiful?" -She repeated with a hint of disbelief in her voice.=

Matt lifted a brow, surprised by her sudden shyness. Did she not know how beautiful her features were? Matt's fingers helped him portray her in his mind. Her features were delicate, definitely African as well. Her face was soft, her features were round, soft, and he found himself stroking her plump lips.  He positively hummed and rubbed his nose against her face.

"Yes. You're beautiful, Hayley. I love your soft features, your nose especially. It's so lovely and curvy. I love your plump lips, your coily hair, your soft skin..." -He interspersed his words with kisses and resumed grinding against her.-

The delicious friction between their legs was sending shivers down her spine. She was feeling desire stir up in her loins. She hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck while she pressed kisses to her forehead.  He groaned, feeling his cock twitch and the growing desire to be inside her strangle him. Matt and Hayley both panted, but he stubbornly kept humping her until she gave him more space to manoeuvre. He groaned louder and slightly pulled away from her so he could grab his length and rub his tip against her entrance.  She licked her bottom lip upon feeling his tip rub harder against her wet slit. She wanted more.  He slowly pushed his cock past her folds. It made her wince a little and yank her head back. Oh, that brush felt good. She cooed and knitted her brows harder as the urge to feel more of him became stronger. Matt pushed until half of his length was inside her before he pulled away and pushed back in, creating a soft but steady friction between them.  She cursed under her breath and closed her eyes while her fingers sank into his strong shoulders.

"Matt... Haaaan... You feel so good."

"Christ, Lee.... You're so wet for me."

She was. She welcomed him so easily inside her that  Matt groaned at the delicious friction between them. He grabbed one of her thighs and leaned on his arm to support his body while he pounded into her. She moaned and closed her eyes and stroked the back of his head and his shoulders. They fell into a steady pace, where they both moved at the same pace and with the same passion. He could not help but want more of Hayley, more of her heat, more of her wetness, more of her passionate cries. He wanted to feel her and lose himself in the moment, in her. 

"Matt.... Haaaan.... Matt..." -She cried out, sinking her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders- 

"Yes! Nnnghhh... Yes! Lee... Christ!" -He groaned louder and pressed a kiss to her lips-

Matt then slowly got on his knees with both hands holding onto her waist. He lifted her hips up to take her deeper, and she brought her fingers to her mouth. She bit them, hard, in an attempt to muffle her sounds with more or less success. She sank her head into her pillow and rolled her eyes deep into her skull as he was hitting the right spots inside her. The sound of skin slapping against skin became louder, and their bodies slowly worked up some sweat. Fuck! It felt good. Matt felt good inside her. She was so wet, so hot, that the delicious friction between their legs drove her over the edge.

"Matt.... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

"Don't hold it. Cum for me... Lee..." -He groaned and went harder on her.

She came undone without a warning, fingers digging harder into his arms while she shut her eyes tightly. He felt it, and not so long after, Matt followed and reached his climax as well. He released her legs and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.  He then rolled off her and lay on his back. Matt was catching his breath; his chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as he was regaining his composure. She took a deep breath and turned her head to the side so she could have a good look at his face. He was handsome, and she noticed her heart beating faster. Her cheeks were darkened and felt like they were burning from blushing so hard. Matt lifted one hand to grab the pillow, 

"Thank you, Matt." -He turned his head towards her and smiled at her.- "For touching my face." - She closed the distance between them and  leaned her head against his shoulder-

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to such an adorable voice like yours?" -He grinned- "Besides, it was something I would have done for myself. I wanted to know what you looked like. I wanted to memorize every line, every crease, and every curve of your face. You are gorgeous, Hayley, and I love your face. I love how warm and soft you are. I love the way your hair feels on my fingers, and I love the way you laugh. You have a beautiful voice I love to listen to, and a very warm laugh too. You smell like Jasmine, and I have to say, it's a scent I really can't get out of my head."

"Careful, Mr. Murdock. If I did not know any better, I would have thought you were in love with me."

She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kept her pressed to his chest. He smiled but decided not to add fuel to the fire. Yes, he still had feelings for Heather, but he could not deny his growing affection for Hayley.  It wasn't love, not yet, but he definitely wanted to keep seeing her. Matt's ears and cheeks blushed, and he was grateful for their position that made it impossible for her to see him blush. She buried her face against his chest and whispered. 

"It feels good to hear such beautiful words said about me. It feels even better to know that someone would remember me no matter what comes after." -Her tone became somber as she was thinking about her next action. 

Matt knew that she was eager to put an end to the AVTF. He was practically certain she wanted to kill Officer Powell, and he wanted to stop her from trying this stunt. She claimed she wanted to turn over a new leaf, and so far, she had not killed anyone. Her anger towards that violent man was such that Matt could feel her murderous intent.  He furrowed his brows. 

"Are you still trying to get Officer Powell?"

"He has to be stopped." -She furrowed her brows.- "At first, I wanted to bring him to justice, but then...I decided that he needed something more radical."

"We can't become the judge, jury, and executioner, Hayley. You have to trust the system."

"The same system that was bought by Fisk?" She pulled away and propped herself on her elbow.

"We have to believe that people would want a better life than the one Fisk is offering. People are angry, and they are no longer buying his lies." -He propped himself on his elbow as well-

"Are you serious, Matt? Do you honestly think that Officer Powerll would not escape retribution for his crimes? I hate him for everything he's done to our people, but also to his former girlfriend. You should have seen her at the shelter. She was bruised and battered. I took her to the hospital, and the poor thing barely survived that night. I promised her that this scumbag would never set foot in the shelter ever again. I intend to keep my word, Matt."

"And you can keep that promise without killing the man. Lee... You told me that you escaped the H.A.N.D because you wanted something different. You wanted to have a different life. Killing that man would only bring you back to when you were a foot soldier for the H.A.N.D."

"And do you think that he would stop terrorizing people the way he's doing right now? What has your mercy accomplished for this city?  You let Fisk live, and he's now terrorizing the city. You let Bullseye live, and he kept terrorizing the city.  Mercy is only going to cause more misery." -She furrowed her brows and then sat on the bed. 

"I understand why you lost faith in the system. I can understand why you lost faith in people. Mercy is an act of faith and an act of absolution. Lee... This is not for them. They had their chances, and they rejected them. This is for you. This is for me." -He cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.-

"Do you really believe I could be redeemed? After all I did, the lives I took..."

"Yes. I believe that. We can be redeemed, but we have to extend grace to others, including ourselves. I know you want to kill Officer Powell, but I implore you to consider doing it the right way. Not because I am right, but because we have to try. We have to keep faith.  Alright?"

He felt her hot tears fall on his hand and wiped them off her face. She nodded her agreement and leaned her forehead against his. Marc knew that it would require a lot of determination from the woman and that turning over a new leaf would be a strong struggle. He comforted her with a warm hug and a renewed desire to help her. To see her. To care for her.

-TBC-

sexual intimacy Lux edition

Sexual intimacy:

Lux (still discovering ) 

* “Puppy!” Calls Jake Puppy and sometimes "Sir" when he's in charge.

* She also likes to curse, "Unholy spirit!" 

* Is very sloppy and messy (she drools a lot when she sucks, her juices are everywhere, she drenches sheets, panties, and even him) 

* Can be hyper-focused on getting fucked / satisfying her lover. Sometimes it’s all she thinks about. 

* She is needy and has a strong appetite. She can calm down, though.

* masturbation doesn’t satisfy her in the long run. 

* She loves to be in control of the most powerful hunter and has him wrapped around her nipples 😛 

* Loves being a slut. considers that she has a premium pussy and boasts about it.

* She is so wet and so tight (seriously dripping wet and getting messy as soon as she’s horny. Tight too… but it’s not uncomfortable for her or Jake) 

* Loves being told how good she feels.

* She is very vulgar and loves being slutty. She likes to call herself a vampire cocksleeve. 

* Likes to make a show of herself (lots of rubbing herself, fingering, and tasting herself in front of him)  

* She is a switch. 

* She praises Jake a lot.

* She is shameless and does not bother with human morals and limitations.

* She loves to be loud and to let people hear how good she's being fucked. 

* She loves it when they fuck in semi-public places. And would never mind initiating or teasing him under the table. 

* She has taken a liking to choking, scratching his skin until it bleeds, biting him, and drinking his blood. She loves to slap him and be physical with Jake to show her pleasure. She really pushes the envelope with him and is probably the roughest she’s ever been with anyone. 

* Loves to be on top of him and to ride him.  She also loves to feel him deep inside her. 

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she has ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Jake plays with them, she folds. She loves it when he is rough with her and pulls on them, grazes his teeth on them, or even bites them.

* She is turned on by their age gap. She is older than him, far, far older than him.

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she has ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She loves it when Marc pulls on her hair 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Jake plays with them, she folds. And when he is rough with them? She folds even more. It feels so good.

* “Fuck you, puppy. fuck you!” Likes to curse when she’s getting close. Only when they are fucking. The more she cursed, the better she felt 😛 

* Likes to command him to watch her / grab her/ fuck her harder. She can take initiative. And when she does, it’s explosive. 

* She loves it when he says her name. So fucking much! And even more when he calls her cara. 

* Lux is soft and plump. While she catches the eyes of those who know 😛 plenty aren’t able to handle her curves. Jake Winchester can. 

* Nix is loud. There is no way to make her tone it down.  She doesn’t care if people hear her moan or scream. 

* She is excellent at giving blowjobs, and she’s a good rider too. 

* Lux loves when Jake eats her plump little pussy. He does it so well that when his green eyes are set upon her.

* She gets red upon feeling pleasure.  On her face and chest. 

* “I love my hunter's big cock.” She’s vocal. Crude. Crass. She expresses herself in ways she couldn’t do before. She’s eager and has a strong appetite. 

* She is inappropriate most of the time.  She will always tease Jake in public, let him know she’s horny. Let him know she wants him. 

* She is a switch but mostly a tease. 

* She loves when Jake is passionate ('rough) and when he asserts himself.

* She loves to hear him moan and tell her how it feels. 

* She has such an intense crimson gaze. It seems even brighter when she’s lost in her lust. 

* She’s very flexible.

* She loves to bite him. It turns her on so much. 

 * She loves to grab him. She usually would hold onto his ass whenever she can. And to urge him to fuck her harder. 

* Her tail has a life of its own. It whips the air, his back, and coils around his arms or legs, depending on how she feels about it. 

* She has no issue initiating sex; as a matter of fact, she's very eager and needy.

* She loves when he spanks her and fucks her add-up and face down. 

* Lux loves giving blowjobs. She knows Jake loves to get them too and gets off from both giving and seeing his reaction to her work on him.

* She is a fucking tease even during sex.  She can take all of her time before she grants him relief. She loves it when he begs for her to suck him or go faster or harder against him when she rides him. 

* She loves to make him beg. He makes the sweetest faces and sounds. She loves to see his pleased face so much. 

* She does love when he fucks her standing. :p 

* She loves to scratch Jake’s skin to the point of bleeding. Loves to leave him marks of her love.  She loves to look at it in the morning. 

* She loves to encourage him to let loose.  Especially when she wants to get fucked harder. She would request him to go harder, and he would do it. 

* He can’t hurt her, so she asks him to go all out.