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[Text] im nadked.
[Text] fck. my balls r freeeeeezzign´1!
send a ✚ for a drunk text from my muse
[Text] im nadked.
[Text] fck. my balls r freeeeeezzign´1!
"Wow….just….sit down and relax."
Belle wasn’t bothered by the mess. Sure she felt impulsed to clean, but that was normal; it helped with with stress for her. Lachlans messy cabin felt homey. Unlike Mr.Golds house which was always impeccable no thanks to her and Golds iron fist. If she wasn’t there, the huge house would look like this cabin.
When she heard him, a small smile came up on her pink lips.”Some tea would be lovely..” Belle slowly took off her sunglasses and hooked them onto the front of her shirt, looking over at Lachlan in the kitchen.
Lachlan nodded smiling to her and heading to the kitchen to make some tea for both. He was not to take too much tea on his free time but he was british, he always had tea in his kitchen. Meanwhile the kettle was on, he took the aid kit and walked back to the living room.
"Let me see that eye…" He softly said taking a seat by her side with the kit on his lap.
"I don’t think he did either," Belle said softly, "Why else would he be letting you stay?" she smiled at him softly, "You say so yourself that your…worthless. I don’t think you are. I doubt Rum thinks you are. But…" she frowned, "If Rum didn’t care about you…didn’t see that…I think he would have thrown you out," she sighed, "I’ve…seen him be terrible to people before. Yet, I see how he is with you…and I know he cares." She kissed his brow softly, still petting his hair.
Lachlan didn’t say anything at first. He knew what he was saying. Maybe Rum thought he loved him but he was sure he didn’t. Gold loved her, the way he looked at the woman, the way he acted around her. The singer envied that. “He is just feeling guilty… Is naething to do with love or care…” He gasped when she kissed him, quite surprised with that. “Why do yo even care?”
Hiero trembled against his body, weak from her orgasm and sweaty. Her ankles were just beginning to ache, but she liked being flush against him, their warm bodies pressed firmly together. Was he…gon’ say that he loved me? Maybe I’m delusional…Hiero raked her fingers through his sweaty hair, nuzzling his neck. “I don’t want to go…I just wan’ stay here…” she mumbled, lazily kissing up his neck.
"I love…it…too,” she shot him a knowing glance. That’s right, you lovable fucker, I think I know you care too…Hiero lifted from his lap, sliding her finger along her inner thigh and displaying it before his eyes, his cum sliding down to her hand. “I wanna fuck more, and I expect we’ll fuck more…I ain’t no fuckin’ virgin!” she popped her finger in her mouth, happily cleaning it before pushing back into the water.
She took her time swimming, dunking her head, washing herself of the sweat from their fucking. “Y’know…I bet we could get out of their reach in one of those secluded countries ‘n shit…y’think?”
A soft hum escaped from the scot’s mouth, her hands making him purr like a cat. He did love the sex with her, but it was that glow post-orgasm who made him happier. Each touch felt intense, each kiss made him shiver with pleasure. “We can stay here a wee bit longer… A week maybe.” If his calculation didn’t fail, Empress would find about them in a couple of days, three days if they were lucky, then she would send her people to all the cities around the coast. Somebody would talk about them, but that would take time. A week. Perhaps even two days more.
Lachlan paled when she said the same words as he did. She knows. She knows what I didn’t say. But he didn’t have time to explain himself. The blonde stood up and… Oh my fucking goddess! “Shite woman… Give me ten minutes at least…” He said, looking at her almost drooling. He was tired, worn-out and sore. She made him forget about that, she made him as horny as a fucking teen.
Copying her, he refreshed himself on the pool, swimming toward her and grabbin her waist to pull her closer. “I can’t do that… If we secluded ourself on a closed country we would have never been able to go out again… They would have people in all the exits… I have to be able to travel…” He needed to see Her at least a few times per year.
"Most definitely," she said, laughing at his candid words. She watched him bag up her groceries, excited at the prospect of the meal she’d be making.
"Maybe, my father’s Moe, Moe French, his stand’s over there," she explained, pointing out the "French Connection" booth.
She took out the money for the food, “Sorry to go on and on like that. I guess I’m just comfortable around you. It must your smile,” she said, flirting with him. He was rather handsome.
The scot couldn’t believe his bad luck. There it was, a really pretty girl, talking with him like a long known friend, smiling to him as if she wanted something more and she was the daughter of that big bastard called Moe French. The bugger who was closing all the others booths, who was about to let him without any job.
"Oh yes… I know him…" He muttered with a false smile now plastered on his face. Lachlan took the money and tried to move on. The girl was really nice, not like her father. It was stupid treating her bad because of Moe. "No need to apologise, hen… I like hearing about people… And yer voice is quite sweet so… Ye won’t hear me complaining…" He winked at her, handing the bags and giving her the change of her money. "Hope yer father likes the dinner."
[text] told ives and joseph to take the day cleaning the cabin.
[text] come over
Hiero’d cried quite a bit since she’d given birth, but here she was, crying again as Lachlan touched his daughter’s face. “Fuck, I know…” she swiped at her face, moving in to lift Gwen from the crib. The little thing gave an ornery grunt, flailing a hand. “Here,” she murmured, pushing the bundle into his arms.
"I just…I want you to be around them too, y’know? You’re a big part of my life…" she sat on the couch, gently stroking Tobin’s head. "She’s already in love with you," she grinned slightly, "Just like her mama…" Hiero took the temporary nanny opportunity to lay back against the couch, giving a long groan of relief. "Food, shit, or just…boredom is what makes ‘em scream all the time…I can hardly get them ta’ sleep at night…don’t get no sleep…"
He rose his glare when the sound of her tearing voice reached his ears. He was almost crying also and he knew that would look stupid if both started to cry right there. But suddenly he saw her coming with the child and he panicked. “I don’t… Oh…” It was too late, he had the wee thing on his arm, fitting as she was made for that. Taking one of his fingers with her little hand and making him completely lose his plot.
"I will be here… For them and for ye… I promise, Hiero…" He said, walking toward her and taking a seat on the edge of the couch. "A’m also in love with her… It was love at the first sight… Same with ye." Lachlan looked at the tired mother with pitty. He knew how was at first. With Arianwen was a nightmare the first three month. "Take a nap now, hen… I will take care of them, ok?" He whispered, stroking her hair and leaving a kiss over her forehead.
14.my muse wrapped in blankets, shaking and bruised
The girl looked up to Lachlan as he entered, immediately beginning to cry.
"H-H…H-He…" she could barely speak, her body was shivering so hard. She wasn’t upset, well fuck, she was, but she was more ashamed of herself. “M-My daddy…h-he saw me outside…a-at the store and he got me i-in the al…alley…I ran here…”
The boy hugged her when he heard the first word. He knew who was ‘he’. That bugger was always their problem. Messing around Hierophant, treating his own daughter like rubbish. Lachlan hated him with all his heart. “Shh… What has he done? Did he hit ye? Are ye hurt?… Let me see under the blanket, luv.” He asked, petting her hair and trying to calm her down.
When Belle pulled up to Lachlans little cabin, she relaxed a little. It felt like the further she was away from Mr.Gold, the more relaxed she felt. But she also felt a tug, telling her to go back to where she belonged. She shouldn’t be here and she knew that very well.
When she suddenly heard Lachlan, it snapped her out of her thoughts. After taking a deep breath, she got out of the car slowly, glancing around instinctively before she quickly walked up to his front door where he was standing.”Sorry.. I got a little distracted..”
It took a very long time to Belle to look at him and leave her thoughts away. Lachlan relaxed a bit when she moved out of the car and walked toward him. “It’s no matter…” He said smiling. She could get distracted every minute if she wanted, as long as she didn’t ran away from him.
"A’m sorry this is a mess… I was not expecting visits… And… well…" The scot walked through his house, cleaning empty bottles and dirty clothes until they reached the little living room. "Do ye want some tea? Cold drink instead?… I don’t really know what the aussies used to want in this kind of moment…"
"Ah," Belle smiled as Lachlan rested on her shoulder, "Was it…a one night stand…or something more?" she bit her lip, "He let you go though. I mean, that is something. Letting someone you love go. You returned, so…you must love him back…right?" she shook her head, "I’m a hopeless romantic," she admitted, "I know life isn’t…well it isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, yea know," She shrugged, "So you left with your band," she went on, "Why come back here?"
He shrugged. “We continued talking and texting for three years.” They had a weird relationship and even more weird now. “I don’t think he loved me… I said so but… I don’t believe he did… I was a good fuck… A kind of friend…” Lachlan looked at her and sighed again. She was really trying to know him, she was making an effort. He just hoped that Belle wouldn’t try to push him to talk. “I don’t know… I didn’t want it… I was not sober when I came here… I suppose that I never stopped thinking about him…”