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a/n, straight, simple, and to the point: this is au!chrianna, alternate universe for those who don’t know what AU stands for. this is ultimately an idea i can’t shake from my thoughts and for the time being, so I won’t limit the chapter count because I know 9/10 i’ll get out of control. i haven’t seen this particular role taken for these two as characters at all, but by all means, i hope you guys enjoy this turn it’ll take.
it’ll be worth it, i promise.
1 | ain’t no mountain high enough
“C’mon, you can’t honestly stand there and tell me this doesn’t have you utterly fucking terrified.” Her green eyes glare at him, and for a minute, a bit of fear rips through him, but it gets swallowed down by his excitement.
Maybe he should be scared. He’s only seventeen, with his whole life ahead of him.
He’s seventeen years old, and the girl next to him, only eighteen for the last four hours, is just as nervous as he is about the pending events that could change their lives forever. It hasn’t taken long, but their time together as a couple, a duo, a true team in all aspects of the word, has finally reached a point to where it’s time to put up or shut up.
If there’s anything he’s mastered since bumping into her on the first day of fifth grade at PS 241, it’s handling her freak outs. This particular worry however, seems to be a little more important than just knocking her books out of her hand and spilling juice on her new white penny loafers. (more…)
21 | Wait Your Turn
“You have to concentrate,” Robyn coached Wendy through the phone as she stirred her breakfast cereal, and turned back to resting against her desk.
“I’ll come out in a few. Everything will be fine. I’m back for a bit, Wendy.”
She had been in the office for fifteen minutes; had been the one to open the doors at five AM sharp, and made sure she got absolute run downs on every one of the patients from the school bus crash.
There were twenty-eight files to go through; there were twelve girls and twelve boys exactly in terms of students, and three women ranging from twenty-four to forty-three, and one male, the bus driver, who was sixty five.
The students were divided into four groups, depending on the severity of the impact they had sustained from the crash. The group of students sitting on the left side of the bus suffered the most damage, a lot of lacerations and stitch-work had to be done before the rehab could begin.
They had spent two hours pinned to the students on the right, with the entire weight of the bus and the truck combined flattening them. It was going to take a lot rehab to get pinched nerves and damaged muscles to work again, but it could be accomplished within two months if everyone worked on schedule.
The three adults – all placed strategically through the bus – had suffered a variety of damages.
The woman in the front, as well as the bus driver had been tossed through the front window after the impact, and tossed down the stretch of highway they were traveling down, breaking hips and arms.
The woman in the middle was crushed down next to a two-hundred and fifty pound football player, and the woman in the very back had her legs trapped partially underneath the seat in front of her, as well as her arm by the time she was freed.
After the files were spread over her desk and she started to go through them to arrange placement and treatment schedules by groups, her oatmeal had gone ignored and when she looked up after a few tight raps on the door, it was nearing eight thirty AM.
Chris had promised to call after eight-forty five, before the meeting, so he could skype her into it – or give her the run down when he decided to bring her lunch. Her lunch break was something she was really looking forward to, and hoped that she could find a stopping point in order to actually break for.
The knocking on the door continued, and Robyn narrowed her gaze before uttering, “Come in.” (more…)
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20 | A Night Off
“You’re going to be bored down there, baby.” Chris laughed, watching Robyn shrug softly as she turned off the multi-screen view of the latest episode of the reality TV show she had gotten lost in.
She stretched out on the couch in the den and shook her head. She wasn’t interested in talking business with Wendy, so going into the studio sounded very interesting at the moment.
He was trying to reroute her though, but this was a battle she didn’t want to lose at all.
After they had finally gotten out of her bedroom and ate real food – she made cold chicken salad and he ate and learned about the accolades that fanned her walls – he had convinced her to come here so they could start brainstorming preparations for Rated R with the studio’s production team.
That lasted all of two hours before she returned back upstairs with a full overhaul and excitement about the plans, which would go into production as soon as Spring Fever #5 reached finalization.
She had ideas, but with the project being placed in her own hands, her creativity seemed to be all over. She didn’t hesitate to let them know this was going to be short term for her, so everything she wanted to do would be done wanting more, just in case she wanted to do more a little later in life. (more…)
a/n: I’ve been neglecting this…. woops. i’ma keep the catch up game going – there’s only four more in fic adds before i’m caught up, and i’ll toss in the outtakes eventually… buttt… i’m extremely bored, so expect a DAYS add tonight/tomorrow…
19 | Do You?
He didn’t want to go to the studio.
On his list of things to do it was basically number one, but his motivation to stay in bed was next to him, eating fruit and still naked. After waking up next to her, there was really nothing else he could see himself doing. And everyone had seen Robyn and realized by now that they were together….
…could they judge him?
He had a loose commitment to meeting up with someone later, but he wasn’t rushing.
He had decided on taking the number from a guy Barry had worked with before, a great backup vocalist named Kevin. He also figured it would be easier for them to record at Press Play, and he could easily integrate the music onto the website, and various scenes.
He was highly motivated to work, but that was where it ended. His mind was overflowing with lyrics, true, but lying in bed and trying not to get fruit juice on her mattress while her sheets were in the wash seemed of higher importance.
For hours, this had been the arrangement.
Together they remained in bed and fed each other fruit, because that was the only thing in the room. She woke up hungry and went at the fruit instead of even attempting to go cook, and really, she couldn’t get out of bed without him watching her move and calling her back to it.
She tried to get up to get her phone once after they’d finished the bottle of tequila, and he ended up pushing into her and making her grip her door frame for support. The morning was just….ridiculous.
She couldn’t find the shirt she had wanted to put on after her shower, and he still hadn’t put his boxers on. She just knew he was doing it on purpose because she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. The one she had on now kept slipping off of her shoulders and she needed a camisole on it to be honest, but he didn’t care.
He was circling her nipple through her shirt as he licked mango juice from her hip when his phone rang. He stared at the offensive device and pushed it onto the floor and went back to her, despite the shocked look on her face as he pressed his lips back to her hip.
“Why’d you do that? What if that was your mom, or Pat or someone like that?” Robyn scolded him as he continued kissing her thighs and he shrugged.
Melissa and Barry had both simultaneously texted him a few hours ago, and he knew that was most likely one of them, attempting to see if had got up for the day. His phone started to ring again as he pulled the elastic away from Robyn’s hip, and brought hand up to run up the side of her breast through the shirt.
“Chris, it might be important. Answer it.” Robyn instructed with a soft slap against his naked back. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. (more…)
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18 | Work It Out
He’d had a lot of frantic sex before, but this was just… ridiculous.
It was all he could think about, not really accepting the fact that they’d had sex earlier in the day before they flew back to California. He just wanted his hands on her, he wanted to touch her, wanted some part of him to be a part of her and it was his main objective.
She kept her hand on his knee as she drove out of the area, and kissed him at the red lights until cars started to honk behind them with impatience. The route to her apartment was extremely quick, and he didn’t even get a good glimpse of where he was before she was pulling him in the double doors of the lobby and anxiously waiting for the elevator to hit the ground level.
As soon as they got in and she pressed four and then hit the emergency stop button, he backed her up against the wall and pressed his lips against hers.
“Fuck,” He cursed as he guided her hips towards him and wrapped his hands around her thighs to lift her up. (more…)
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18 | Work it out
She went on autopilot once she entered her apartment – dropping her keys onto the basket by the front door, pulling her bag through the living room, peeling off her Press Play logoed sweat shirt and dropping it onto the couch, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, and then checking her messages on the answering machine.
Robyn sat down on the couch, giving herself time to simply rest. The first thing she realized when she sat down and twisted the cap off of the bottle of water was how much time she’d actually spent away from it.
She was hearing messages from three weeks ago being relayed to her through the speaker on the answering machine. Although they weren’t of immediate importance, she was kind of amazed at how long they’d actually sat on the machine, going unheard.
She was lucky her bills were paid through auto pay, because she’d probably return to an apartment with no utilities. It didn’t even seem like that much time had been spent at Press Play Studios or any of the other places her new hobby led her to, but the proof was in her surroundings.
She was lucky she didn’t own a pet or anything, because it’d really be tragic then. (more…)
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17 | Power Fantastic
When he emerged from lunch with Robyn at La Nao, he knew it wasn’t going to be long before they had to talk about what would happen when they got back home. The conversation had started when they left the table and she posed the open ended inquiry of, “What now?”
There was editing to do, planning for Rated R, more promotion, and eventually, a DVD release party. It was going to take up a lot of time – the one luxury he really didn’t have for himself – and he knew it was going to be hard to figure out how he was going to effectively invest time in his relationship.
It was something that he never had to really worry about before, but this relationship was different.
He could have easily gave her money or a list of things he expected her to do that would take up enough time for him to get everything done like he’d did in the past countless times to Rueche, but he knew that wasn’t going to be a possibility or even an option with Robyn.
Maturity played a huge role in their relationship, and he honestly wanted to be open to any thing she could propose that would make things work for the two of them.
He figured she could easily go back to work, but he wasn’t sure how desirable the concept of going back to something she was basically trying to escape from was for her.
He was definitely going to be one hundred percent supportive of whatever she wanted to do in terms of her career, and he knew that he had to work with whatever that could come in between her seemingly split life.
He knew they wouldn’t be able to go the entire six month span without inference being run between herafter hour career and the career she actually dedicated years to be educated on and seriously practice and form a business around.
Work had been a topic that she desperately wanted to avoid, but it was somehow suddenly less daunting and there was a part of her that both wanted and needed to talk about it. He had worked so hard on not bringing it up, but he’d caught her buried in her email and stepping out to make phone calls too many times for him to ignore the fact that she had business that needed her attention.
He had only attempted to bring it up once, but she shot it down quickly. Yet with so much going on but not knowing what would be required of her after the shoot wrapped, he knew her inquiry of what now spoke multitudes. (more…)
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16 | Is She The Reason
Karrueche is not happy.
Coming here was a bad idea, and she should really have known better than to just do things based on her gut instinct. The room she’s in is nice and roomy – a large four poster bed and creamy décor makes her feel comfortable enough to stay here, but she won’t unpack anything.
She doesn’t really want to stay here.
She’s got half a mind to pack up and go back to California, but to return to a pissed off Seiko probably isn’t the best of plans, and there’s no way in hell she’s going to crash at her room at Barry’s place.
She’s out of options really, so she’s fucking stuck until her scheduled flight back. Draya wouldn’t let her go book a hotel for the duration of her stay because she didn’t know anyone, so she’s just a houseguest for the time being and she hates it.
Being in this house is stifling. There’s too much that reminds of her the things she doesn’t have, and for various reasons it’s driving her towards the point of no return.
It started with the baby stuff – sippy cups and Bubble Guppy DVDs and tiny shoes all over made her throw up again, and she just hated the feeling of it. Regret had never made its presence known before like it was right now, constantly running through her head over and over again.
She’s lucky he’s not here though, because then she’d really feel fucked up. (more…)
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14 | Dive In
“You know eventually, we’re going to have to get out of this bed and actually go do something touristy.”She murmured softly as he rolled over and groaned against her back.
It’s been a while since she’d spent the majority of the day in bed, but even with the additional services of the resort provided butler, she needed to get out for herself. The clock was rolling towards the ten am mark, and they hadn’t gotten out of bed for the last two hours.
She was enjoying herself more than she really imagined, especially after a short break to really call Wendy, the temporary head of FRC, to make sure all of her plans got finalized and were on their way to being executed.
When the call was over and he lured her back to bed, Chris was attentive to every desire she had, and she couldn’t be happier with the fact that he was more than willing to work out whatever she wanted out of him.
But, after four hours of alternating between the bedroom, bathroom, balcony, and floor of the suite, she wanted to go out with the outside world and try out some things.
He had just dropped his phone in a semi-second of irritation and she had replied to a text from Melissa with a wink as he finally touched her. He cupped her hip with his hand after dropping his phone in the pillows and sighed against her ear.
“You wanna get this day started for real?”
“Yes,” She shifted and turned over to face him.
“I want to get out, go tan in the sun and… you know. Do things that’ll make me able to have something else to say other than I had a lot of great sex in Cabo when someone asks about it.” She was smiling as he looked at her and cupped her face with his hands and pulled her lips to press against his.
“Then, I’m going to have to talk you into taking a vacation with me for real. I’m going to take you somewhere where it’ll be fine that we do end up spending most of the day in bed.” He told her as she laughed softly and rolled over on her back.
“I have enough money to take you places too, you know that right?” She looked at him, and he shrugged. He propped up on his elbow and ran his finger up and down the length of her neck as he looked at her.
“Save your money for you. I have more than I know what to do with, and I want you spend it on you, so just let me, alright?” He told her and she nodded.
She was used to saving and repaying loans with her money for the most part, so having someone to give her something because they had it at their disposal was fine with her. She wasn’t going to let it get too far though.
Robyn’s smile was genuine and wide as she grabbed his hand and pulled him down to blanket over her. She pressed her lips against his as he covered her and positioned himself back on top of her. They simply kissed, and she felt her entire body grow warmer with the added weight of him on top of her as it progressed, lazy and simple, but fuck.
Her head was spinning, in a good way. She needed this.
“Babe,” He poked her with his semi-hard erection and she shook her head as he did it again. “You feel that?”
He nips her bottom lip and does it again, and she’s been naked from the waist down since he ripped her underwear off on the balcony hours ago, so she feels everything. He moves his hand down her curves and pulls her leg around his hip so he could lazily drag himself up and down her folds.
“We just talked about getting out of this bed,” She whined, and he laughed, “But, I guess we could do it one more time…”
One more time actually lasts almost two hours, and they’ve literally fucked away about six hours after she stops counting orgasms. She’s intending on putting on actual clothes though, so ends up getting out of bed to she put on one of his shirts and he tries to pull her back down as he chases her tongue with his and pats her on the ass as she pushes back.
“I’ll come back within an hour, I promise.”
He frowns as he watches her ass all the way to the door. Although she’s gone, he relaxes for probably the first time, but is overcome by excitement that comes with just being around her.
She’s only been out of the door for less than five minutes and if he’s quiet enough, he can hear the loud screams of Zaria and Amber through the wall. He can be so fucking selfish at times, and he wants her back already and it feels refreshing and new and so fucking juvenile that he can’t even deal.
That’s how he knows it’s different and real, and it scares him but excites him at the same time.
He knows he can’t spend all day in bed pondering though, so he manages to send off a long group texts delegating things to do, and gives the actors the day off, promising to pick things up later in the night.
It takes him a while to actually get out of the bed, but he figures it needs to be fixed with fresh sheets and all of that, so he gets up and the butler makes a call, and he lets the women tidy up while he finally goes to shower.
When he steps under the waterfall shower head, he breaks out in a euphoric laugh. It ricochets from wall to wall as he scrubs himself clean, and everything about the day seems to lift all of the worries he had about replacing her and what his life could have been and – fuck, he hasn’t been this happy in years.
Genuine happiness seemed to motivate him to plan this day while the arrangements were being finalized, and okay, yeah, they missed the morning breakfast and little kayak bullshit he set up. He let Z and Amb have it as an apology for getting them to really like her, and snatch her away the same day.
The afternoon is more exciting though, but he’s certain by ten, they’ll be primed to shoot their scene. After knocking out two last night, and today’s early morning motivation, he’s ready to go in tonight, and no cameramen are going to be able to curbside his performance.
His outfit has been changed three times by the time he sits on the sofa bed and his phone rings. He scrolled through the urgent ‘call me’ texts from Draya and Rueche both, and out of respect for Robyn, he didn’t answer them.
He calls Draya back first though, because honestly, he could name six reasons off the top of his head why he never really misses one of her calls without calling back. It rings a couple of times before she answers, and when she picks up, his lips press into a firm line when he hears her exhale on the other end.
“You called? Everything okay? The texts seemed urgent, you’re not hurt, right?” He asks, and she sighs out a deep, “Yeah.”
He’s a thousand miles away and knows she’s not fully telling him everything, and he slouches back as she redirects someone in the background, and he can tell she’s aggravated. He still cares about her – she’s his first wife, and although the union wasn’t as solid as he’d liked for it to be, they have a manageable friendship between the two of them.
She still owns a large chunk of Press Play, and there’s no way he’s selfish enough to take that away from her. He made sure she’d never have to work again, and she appreciates it dearly, so he doesn’t mind spilling to her and venting every now and again, as long as she doesn’t bring up her child.
“Why’d you and Rueche call? Did something happen back at the studios or something?” He continues to inquire, and Draya clears her throat before she starts to slowly explain the situation to him.
“You know she flew out here to talk to me, right?” She starts, and he shakes his head as if she could see him.
“She came out here claiming she wanted some personal time outside of California, but she really wanted to get me to help her with some fucked up, childish ass scheme.” Draya is pissed as she rants without stopping, and he listens as she picks up steam and calls Rueche a colorful assortment of words before she finally loses her anger and exhales again.
“You done?” He asks as he debates against going in his bag to grab a cigarette.
Draya’s urgency chomps away at his nerves, and to be honest, he hadn’t even done as much as thoughtabout Rueche since she got dragged away by Seiko a few days ago before she called earlier.
“Yeah, I’m done. It’s just really a disgusting quality that she has, you know? Plotting and shit…” Draya exhales and he frowns as the call gets interrupting by an incoming text from Robyn, and he stands up to let her back in.
She sits across from him in the chair and he almost forgets he’s holding the phone in his hand as he turns it towards her and shows her Draya’s display image.
He keeps his eyes on her, really checking her out.
She’s changed and showered and dropped a small bag by the couch. She smells good and her hair is finger spiked and looks really fucking soft, but he knows better than to touch her right now.
He watches her adjust the cut offs on her hips and the red top that’s long in the back and short in the front, and his thoughts go towards thinking about licking the flatness of her stomach before he motions for her to come closer and goes back to his call.
“So, if she came to your house, where is she now?” He asks, trying to get back into the conversation.
He’s giving her the benefit of the doubt before he asks what this scheme really entails, but he knows that Rueche’s probably finally found some inner determination to really try and sabotage him. He just feels funny at the fact that she went all the way out to see Draya in order to enlist help to do so.
“She’s still here, because although she pissed me off, I won’t just put her out in a place where she doesn’t know anybody. I’m more mature than that, but I’m definitely going to talk to her about herself.” Draya puts on a motherly tone, and he shivers.
“Thank you. Don’t let her do anything stupid to herself, alright?” He tells her, and she groans and says something under her breath, but quickly agrees.
“I know you really hate this type of shit when it all comes out of left field, so I just want you to be well aware of the bullshit she’s trying to put on you.” Draya continues to inform him, and he shakes his head because that whole thing was just fucked up.
He thinks he’s done enough for her over the years, and honestly? She kind of gave up her right to have him do anything for her, after she let her parents try to sue him the first time.
That was a really drastic moment he had to endure while still trying to inch his way out of the scrutiny that followed his directing career being pushed into shambles by every damned parental advisory committee that existed.
He overlooked all of it and put up with everything else after that until she felt opinionated enough to get him to choose his career over her, and then try to get pregnant like it was going to change something really proved how childish she really was.
He wasn’t taking any more of her bullshit. He was over this, and happier than he had been in a while, so whatever she wanted to do, he hoped she didn’t catch him on a bad day when she tried.
“I don’t know how long she’s going to stay here, but she might try to come back around when you get back from shooting Spring Fever, so just keep an eye out.” Draya says as he rolls his eyes.
“I was positive that she wanted nothing else to do with me or the studio, or at least that’s what her actions insinuated the other day.” Chris huffed, and the background noise becomes louder, and he groans, knowing she put him on speakerphone.
“Well, she’s a fucking liar.” Draya curtly mutters, and he sucks his teeth.
“Just… talk to her. Get her to understand whatever she’s going to do is a waste, because I’m definitely over her antics and absolutely positive about not backtracking at all…” He grips Robyn’s hand as she watches him talk, and her cheeks curve into a smile.
“I have my eyes and hands on something way more important than that right now.”
Draya pauses, and then he can hear the excitement in her voice as she asks, “Rih’s there, isn’t she…right now?”
“Yeah,” he admits and glances at her.
“She’s right here. I’ll tell her you said hi.” He points the phone towards her to say something, but she has no idea what to say to that, so she keeps her mouth closed.
He just runs his fingers across her hand and she relaxes. His honesty and casualness of it all in the midst of what seems like some type of drama puts everything into perspective. It’s really not anything that she can figure can break him from focusing on moving forward with her.
It hits her a little harder than she expects and she leans back towards him and says, “Hi Draya, and hi Missy.”
He doesn’t miss the curses in the background before he promises to call Draya when he gets back home and gets bored with editing, and she agrees to hold him to it.
….
Their comfort hits an all-time high after the call from earlier is behind them, and they’re finishing up a private early dinner on the beach as she kisses his lips and stops digging her toes into the warm sand under her toes.
“What was that for?” He asks and she smiles and shrugs one shoulder.
“Just because I can.” She smiles, and he does too.
It’s beautiful and quiet and scenic as hell out here, and they’ve taken photos together while they enjoyed their privacy. On occasion they’ve seen a couple of people they’ve came with walking the beach, or sitting around the fire pit bar in the distance, but no one has intruded upon them, and he’s thankful for it.
He’s enjoying the conversation he’s having with her, about everything and nothing and the same time. He finds out that she’s always been the kind of girl who became more and more attracted to people the more she got to know them, so he ends up going deeper than he previously had and telling her more about himself.
She asks about his family, and then learns that he’s the oldest of three kids, and Barry’s his older brother by two years. He always lived in California, but his parents moved from Virginia before he was born for school. His parents separated after his younger brother Camryn turned two, and his mom married Barry’s dad when Cam was four, so Barry’s been around for like, fucking ever.
She asks about having a step-brother and step-dad, and he tells her that B’s dad had been really close co-workers with his mom for a while, and they just hit it off, and he never had anything to worry about when Barry joined the family and he gained an older brother.
“I know you have a picture of your fam, while you got me telling you all about mine.” He asks, and she nods.
She pulls out her phone to show him her family, who all live in New York now. He trades with her to show him the last family photo he had been a part of, last year at Christmastime.
“Your mom and Stepdad look so cute together!” She gushes, and he smiles.
“Yeah, they’re alright. How old is your brother though? He’s about as tall as me.” He asks, and she laughs.
“He’s only twenty one! My youngest brother is fifteen and comes up to my tits.” She giggles, and scrolls through and shows him more photos and he shares more too.
He gets a glimpse of her best friends, her closest cousins, and her grandparents who live in Brooklyn. There are pictures of her with clients, and his interest grows as she keeps flicking through picture after picture.
She takes pride in her work as she shows him pictures of her mother going from a wheelchair to back on her feet again, and he swears it impresses him even more.
“You have a huge family too, huh?” She smiles at how tight knit everything for the both of them seem to be, and he smiles.
“Yeah, but if it wasn’t for my mom, I wouldn’t have that type of support, you know?” He tells her, and she nods because really, shedefinitely understands.
“She knows what I do, but to her it’s just me fulfilling my passion. She’s more worried about my future as a husband and shit like that, but unfortunately I haven’t given her any hope in that department and Barry hasn’t either.” He shrugs, and she just looks as he locks eyes with her and puts a piece of fruit into his mouth.
“You want to give her that eventually, right?” Her eyebrow raises as she inquires, and he nods softly.
“Eventually… and with that being put out there, I hope you’d be able to meet her whenever you feel comfortable with it. I haven’t told her much about you yet, but when the time comes, believe me, she won’t be able to get me to shut up.” He admits, and she smiles.
“I’d like that.” She murmurs softly, and continues to eat from the fruit platter in front of her.
“So, what’s in your phone? Are you going to share too?” She asks, and he nods and pushes the device on the table again.
She sees a lot of pictures of Barry, his younger brother and his only sister, his aunts and uncles, and an entire crew of cousins that he gives up on naming.
There are photos with him and an assortment of who’s who in the music business and at a variety of events with either Draya or Rueche, and he shrugs, claiming he’d debated against deleting them, but the memories just seemed to stick around.
She doesn’t judge when she pushes the phone towards her and he sees her with a tall light skinned guy that makes him laugh as she labels him as Aubrey, The Accountant, and a couple of images later, he sees Matt, The Baseball player.
“He’s a fucking Los Angeles Dodger.” He whistles low, and she sucks her teeth.
“He’s still a typical male. After we got together, we did cute shit like this, but he didn’t know how to get me to have four orgasms in an hour, so trust me, he’s definitely nothing to backtrack to…” She slyly licks her lips, and he laughs.
“Don’t judge me. That was a bad decision.” He defends himself through laughs, and she shakes her head.
“Honestly, with someone having someone like you in their hands, no one else should even be looked twice at…” His voice trails off as his intensity flips back on like a switch, and she sits up a little taller in her seat across from him.
He’s licking pineapple juice from his lip and she tries to get the pulsing between her legs to subside, but it’s a waste. He’s promised not to touch her until later, and she’s really fucking excited about being taped tonight.
The fruit is gone, but there’s still local tequila on the table. He pushes a shot towards her as soon as she finishes her mango, and she smiles and takes it without the salt or lime.
Really, that just slows her down and it’s unnecessary at the moment, because she doesn’t even want tothink about how inappropriate he’ll make body shots while they were trying to be as relaxed and downplay their chemistry together.
She actually likes the taste of tequila and always has. Sure, there’s something really, really fun about doing tequila shots with her friends, licking salt off her hand or her wrist, and the lime is like a snack, but right now doesn’t even need the additional temptation.
There are about six places off the top of her head that she wouldn’t mind licking on him, and the intense glare he gives her from across the table lets her know she’s not the only one thinking about it.
“You ready to go?” He asks, and she nods.
They start to walk down the beach, and eventually get closer to the water. His Jordans are in his hands and her flats are in hers, and she’s been getting on him every opportunity she has for him not having a pair of shoes for the beach.
He rolls his eyes at her and tells her to buy him a pair and he follows her out to where she’s ankle-deep in the water. They stand there in the water, side by side with their toes digging into wet sand.
His fingertips graze her as she slides her hand away, and he settles it on her hip and moves behind her. Her throat feels tight and something simmers at the base of her spine as Chris takes a few steps away from her again.
He pressed up against her and she pulls her phone out of her pocket with her free hand, and tells him to smile as she sticks it out in front of her. He makes funny faces for the first two pictures, but gets it right by the third one, smiling as she smiles widely as well.
She sends the picture to him, and then her cheeks burn with her realization.
They just had a couple moment. He’s still smiling down at her and doesn’t say anything about it, and she shakes her head at the thought as she pockets her phone and steps back from the water.
She kisses his cheek and he takes her hand in his as they start following a little cobblestone path that’s warm under their feet as he leads her further down the beach. They keep going, and finally reach the side of an abandoned lifeguard tower.
She’s sure it’s more of a detour than anything, because they veered off the cobblestone path a while ago. He seems motivated by something else and in search of whatever’s really private out here, and she can’t blame him.
She’s still pulsating between her legs when Chris pulls her against him as she leans back against the wall. His thigh ends up pressed between hers rather intimately, and then they’re kissing, hard, lips coming together.
Robyn tastes like tequila shot and fruit, and his hands slide down over Robyn’s ass before moving back up and into her hair. She moans into his mouth and his gaze is intense as he pulls apart from her and trails his hands down to anchor on her shoulders.
“I can’t keep my fucking hands off of you,” He tells her, as her chest heaves up and down like he’s taken the air straight out of her lungs.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out for another four hours.” He admits, and her breath gets trapped in her throat as he runs his hand across the curve of her throat.
“I swear you wore this top for me, didn’t you?” He asks, cupping her ass in his hands and sliding his hand up to pull the bow loose in her shirt.
She moans softly and he pushes the red fabric down to get her tits out, and distract her by kissing her again to do it. She’s so overwhelmed by what’s happening that she can’t focus on her own state of nudity, not even when the item falls to her feet and she’s left wearing her shorts and panties underneath.
She can feel his breath against her neck, and then there are lips wrapping around her nipple, and she grabs his shoulder hard. He stops sucking her nipple and works her shorts down and lets her kick them into the sand.
“You were turned on the whole time, huh?” He asks as his fingers work in a circle and she nods.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet, fuck.” He says, still moving his fingers over the fabric.
Robyn lets her eyes slip closed, but then she can’t see this amazing man making her feel like this, so she opens them again, to find him staring at her like he’s waiting to see her look back at him.
“If you don’t fucking touch my pussy, I’m going to scream.” She grunts, forcing him down.
It’s not a request.
He laughs and works his finger into the crotch of her underwear and gets them off. He touches, touches, and she ends up on her tiptoes before he laughs and she pushes him away by the crown of his head.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this bad.” She half admits, half complains as she grips his shorts in her fists and works her hand to unbutton them.
He nods in agreement as he picks her up and presses her back against the clapboard siding and lets her wrap her hands around his neck as he pushes into her.
It doesn’t take long before she cums and he feels her juices drip down his thighs and she digs her fingers into his shoulder and presses her mouth against his neck and tells him she wants everything.
She presses her mouth against his and her arm locks around his shoulders when she feels him cum inside of her, and his hands smooth back her hair with his fingertips. After her legs stop shaking, he lets her down and holds her against his chest as she frowns at the rest of her clothes in the sand.
“It’s going to hurt like hell when I wake up in the morning, isn’t it?” She asks as she looks around and he nods.
She sighs softly as he manages to get his dick back in his pants.
“You say it’s big, but you take it…” He sings as she rolls her eyes and pulls her panties back on, and her shirt.
“Hush, and follow me.” She bunches her shorts in her hand and protectively holds her phone as she walks around the other side of the stand to get back to the water.
She goes deeper than before, making sure she dropped her shorts and shoes where the tide isn’t rolling in. He watches and peels out of his shirt, and drops his shorts too. Chris shook his head as he sat his shoes down after arranging both of their clothes somewhere safer, like inside of the abandoned lifeguard tower.
He followed her into the water in just his boxers as he caught her by surprise and wrapped his arms around her before the surf knocked them down.
“You happy?” She quietly asked after he pulled her to a calmer spot, and she waded in the water and turned back to look at him.
Her dress was soaked and clinging to her curves, so he made sure to stay standing where he could feel the squishy sand under him and not get the urge to pull her closer to him.
He smiled and nodded slowly. “I’m happy.”
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13 | Everything I Can’t Have
By the time Karrueche lands in Philadelphia, she’s incredibly jetlagged and has no real concept of what time it is. She checks her phone because it switches over automatically, and her heart pounds in her chest knowing Draya is waiting for her.
The last time she had run into Draya, it was interesting. She just hoped that it doesn’t end up like their last encounter together – one big fucking power struggle. The three of them were in Panama City at the same time for different reasons, and honestly, they couldn’t have crossed paths at a much more opportune time than they had.
Draya was just vacationing, and the two of them were there for an adult film conference. Chris was busy strengthening his network, and all eyes were on Missy every time she stepped out of the hotel.
For weeks, Rueche had been curious about his first ex-wife to the point of obsession almost. She watched video after video, had started to mimic a few of her old techniques from her movies, and even convinced him to install a pole in the middle of his living room so she could learn how to do stuff on it.
She had a desire to attempt to mold herself into someone that she thought he could love, and as many times as he tied to talk her out of it, it never seemed to stick.
So for Draya to be there, it became this weird boost of confidence and split decision to just get it over with that encouraged her to get him to introduce the two of them.
Officially, he still wasn’t talking to Draya, and hadn’t for almost two years. (more…)
