Title: I do... I just don't have to like it.
Description: Bay, Lucy, Harper and Tommy.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - October 24, 2011 02:54 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh was feeling much better these days, and much worse besides. Physically the couple of days of bedrest and fluids did wonders, bringing back some of the color to her face. She still looked a little to thin given her condition, but everyone around her was working on changing that... which made getting this wedding business over with as swiftly as possible, she refused to be overtly pregnant when she got married. The dress she had her eye on simply wouldn't allow it, which mean time was of the essence.
Luckily... or unluckily as the case would have it, all she had was time. When the company heard that she was ill, and moreso the reason, she was dropped from the production. Her status in the company was shaky and she wouldn't be surprised if she were dropped entirely from the roster but.. Sure they never said it was because she was pregnant, but they didn't have to, she knew well in the dance world it was kind of like the kiss of death. She thought that Harper was secretly pleased about that particular turn of events, but he'd never say so. Not if he wanted to live.
Bay was trying to pretend like it didn't matter. Dance was her life and she got up this morning intending to dance anyway. Harper was already gone and Lucy was due soon to take her dress shopping, so she went through the paces quickly. She grabbed a yogurt and ate it, making a face at the taste of.. healthiness. Blegh. She took a quick shower and tossed on a pair of skinny jeans- while she was still skinny enough to wear them- and an off shoulder shirt. She twisted her hair up, sliding a couple of hairsticks through the artfully messy mass and proclaimed herself ready to go. She was hoping she could talk Lucy into doing some lingerie shopping too. It had been way too long since she'd had any alone time with her man.. and she had plans. She knew he was going to meet up with them later to check out a venue she'd heard about, so they had to be sneaky. She also knew that if it involved lingerie and sex... she wouldn't have to do much to talk Lucy into anything.
Lucy Terrell - October 24, 2011 06:56 PM (GMT)
Lucy hurried out of her apartment, anxious to get downstairs and grab Bayleigh before they were due back upstairs to meet the designer. She'd seen pictures of what Bayleigh had in mind, and was determined to make this experience as custom as possible for her friend. She would only be returning the favor, after all. She rode down in the elevator, tapping her toe impatiently at the agonizingly slow pace of this thing and internally noting that it would have been faster to just walk. She exited the elevator in a hurry, and even as she knocked on Bay and Harper's door, she caught a glimpse at the ideas flowing through her bestie's head at the moment. It seemed that after dress shopping, they'd be headed out. It likely wouldn't make Tommy happy, but since they weren't checking out the venue until this evening, Lucy figured that she and Bay could do a little shopping for the dirty little surprises her friend had for poor Harper.
"Morning, Bayleigh-cakes!" She called out, even as she knocked and pushed open the door, knowing that, from the scent around here, Harper and Jake were both already gone. "Ready to find the perfect wedding dress? I have a surprise waiting for you." She informed her friend, even as Bay grabbed her jacket and purse. "You're not going to need the coat; Tommy had a fit when I told him about our plans, and he insisted that I bring the mountain to Mohammad, or however that expression goes." Lucy informed her friend with a roll of her eyes. "I know....he means well, but it's getting stifling. I mean; it's been months since I've killed anyone I'm not supposed to." She reminded her friend with a mirthless chuckle. They moved back out of the apartment, waiting for the elevator again, and then riding upstairs at the same maddeningly slow pace she'd come down. "Also? We're breaking his rules once we're done with this; on my way in I caught your shopping plans for Harper later, and I'm totally in on helping you pick something super-hot out." She told Bay with a grin and a gentle nudge, mindful about hurting her friend; especially after she'd just been in the hospital.
"So; tell me what happened with the dance company?" Lucy asked, even as she passed Bayleigh the glass of water that she perpetually needed; her doctor was very specific about the importance of staying hydrated these days. She listened, but before her friend even uttered a word her power clicked up a notch, the fury coming quickly at the thoughts running through her friend's head.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - November 7, 2011 03:08 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh was aware in more ways than one of the ways her life had drastically changed in a short period of time. The fact that it was perfectly normal discussing whether or not Lucy had murdered anyone recently spoke volumes to the extreme turn things had taken around here. Still, though Bayleigh knew jack about the whole vampire life, it had been a while before she had found out about Tommy, she thought Lucy was pretty well controlled.
Lucy was barreling on ahead as usual though, mentioning that they were breaking the rules so she could fulfill her mental plans. "You know that whole mind reading thing can get pretty annoying," she said with a wink toward her best girl. Not that it would matter. Bayleigh's biggest fault was that she wore her heart and everything else on her sleeve. She couldn't help but let it show,she sucked at hiding things. So you didn't really need any kind of power to figure it out.
She told Lucy what happened with the dance company, not bothering to keep the bitter sadness out of her voice. Lucy would know she was bullshitting anyway even if she tried, so she didn't bother. Besides it was nice to not have to pretend. She put on a brave face around Harper, she didn't want him to feel guilty, and though she knew she couldn't hide it all from him, she was hoping that he didn't get how deep it went. She didn't know who she was without dancing.
She pasted a smile on her face and threaded her arm through Lucy's. "Alright, lets go see what Tommy spent a ridiculous amount of money to keep you inside for eh?" she teased. When they got to the apartment Bayleigh was actually shocked at the amount of effort that had gone into this. "All this for a dress?" she asked incredulously, looking around at the trifold mirror that had been set up in the middle of the room. Garment bags were hanging on racks all around them and she just shook her head.
" I know time is a factor here, but damn..." she said with a grin.
Lucy Terrell - November 7, 2011 07:39 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh pasted on a smile, even as she slipped her arm through Lucy's and they moved inside the penthouse. When they made their way into the living room though, Bay's face gave away her shock at the effort Tommy and Lucy had gone to. The drapes were closed, as per usual when there was company coming, but Lucy had set up her photography lights, giving them all a better idea of what Bay would look like under the moody lighting for the wedding. She gaped at the tri-fold full length mirror and the pedestal, and the racks of dresses. Sure, she'd given the woman a vague idea from what Bay had discribed for the fit of her gown, but they were working from scratch here, mostly. Her friend muttered about how over the top this was, and Lucy could only laugh musically. "Are you kidding me? Considering the way my wedding went down, I totally owe you one, and then think about who we're dealing with; Tommy never does anything small; you of all people should know that." She reminded her friend, even as the consultant moved toward them.
Once introductions were out of the way, they got down to business quickly; digging into the bags as the designer unzipped them to get an idea of what they were looking for. The puffy one was rejected immediately, for obvious reasons, as was a semi-loose and flowy gown, but that one was rejected with a muttered curse about spilling the beans with her dress alone. Then they got down to serious business; choosing a few to try on.
Bayleigh moved off into the master bedroom with a few dresses, as well as a few pair of Lucy's heels to try on for varying heights for comparison. Anxiously, Lucy waited, trying to make casual small talk with the bridal consultant, all the while anxious to see her best friend find the perfect dress. Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - November 9, 2011 06:07 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh was a little overwhelmed to say the least. She still saw all this wedding stuff as kinda useless given that she already had a kid and was knocked up again besides. Wasn't all this ceremonial stuff kinda superfluous after all that? Still... Lucy and Tommy wouldn't have it any other way and some small part of her really wanted Harper to look at her the way that Tommy had looked at Lucy that day. So the dress had to be perfect. Looking around at the mass of stuff though... she had no idea where to start.
She looked at one gown and shook her head before the garment bag was entirely unzipped. 'Um no... to princessy. Anything with tulle skirts and lots of ruffles is pretty much out," she told the designer, which helped to veto quite a few of the selections. The next dress was this drapey thing that pretty much said, hey I'm pregnant! She shook her head at that one too. No way was she advertising this bun in the oven until she was ready.
She went into the other room with an armful of gowns, nearly struggling with the weight. Who knew dresses could weigh so damn much. The first one she tried on was a maybe. It was slinky and sleek and had sheer parts with a really low cut bodice, but the couldn't help but wonder if this was the kind of dress people expected her to wear. So she came out in the dress and waited for Lucy's opinion. She knew without saying that Lucy would know her thoughts on the dress and Lucy actually agreed. Hot.. but not right for the moment.
So she went back in and tried on the next one, a definite maybe. It was slightly more wedding-y with a pop of color, still sleek. But maybe this one was a little too formal.. and she wasn't so sure about all that detail right around her belly. So she showed Lucy this dress And so it went like this. Dress after dress after dress she tried on, wondering if she was ever going to find the one that said forever on it. She needed that balance between her style and the slightly girly appeal that she wanted to surprise Harper with.
And then she tried on another and she nearly gasped aloud at the perfection of it. She recognized the pattern in the lace immediately, wondering if it were some kind of weird fate thing. She slipped into the cherry blossom gown praying it would look as good on her as it did on the hanger.
She slipped into some moderate heels and tried to keep her thoughts on something mundane as she walked out. She didn't want Lucy feeding off her own opinions of the dress so she purposely forced herself to be as blank as possible. Lucy Terrell - November 15, 2011 03:28 AM (GMT)
Bay came out in a couple of dresses that could have been the one, but weren't, then a few more that really weren't in the running, though they were pretty, and on and on it went for well over an hour. Finally though, Bayleigh came out with her mind suspisiously filled with thoughts of the shop, even as she struck a pose and showed off the dress she was currently wearing. In that instant, Lucy knew that they'd found the winner. The simple gown with the cherry blossom lace pattern seemed to have been made for her best friend, and this...thing... she had with Harper and the cherry blossoms. Apparently, this was their version of the lotus flower and the whole rebirth thing Lucy mused internally, even as her eyes caught Bayleigh's. "This is it, huh?" She wondered idly, though in reality she didn't need to ask; as soon as she'd seen Bayleigh's eyes, she'd known by the look there that this was it.
"So....now that we've found the dress. Start thinking about shoes. We work on that next...maybe when we sneak out in a little bit." Lucy mused, half to herself, even as the designer moved in to pin Bayleigh's wedding gown where it needed it before she moved to change out of her wedding dress. A few mintues later she was back, and Lucy was looking at her expectantly. For a long moment Bay seemed completely baffled about the look, and finally she decided to clue her confused friend in. "Well, what sort of a dress are we thinking of for me? Also, what colors? And I swear to God, if you say pink because of the whole cherry blossom thing, I might just back out." Lucy threatened, even as the designer shifted the rolling racks around so that they could see some of the different styles of cocktail and bridesmaid dresses she'd brought with her.
For long moments, Lucy let her new found ability loose in Bayleigh's head, trying to see what it was that she pictured when she thought of her own wedding. All things considered, with the cherry blossom thing, other than pink, the only way they could really go would be brown. "Ok, so since pink is absolutely out, we could go with brown." She suggested, even as the designer began pulling dresses out, telling them that anything they saw could be done in brown, all they had to do was say the word. She pulled out a super-short bubble dress that was somehow just a little too cutsey. That one earned a big no from both of them. Next came out a long gown that was trimmed with delicate light pink. That alone might have been enough for Bayleigh, but even further than that, Lucy just didn't LOVE this dress. From the look on her face when she came out in the gown, Bayleigh agreed. "Ok, so that's nice, but it's not a winner." She noted, even as she looked through a few more dresses, stumbling on a dress that very well could be the winner. The sample was the same chocolate color that Bayleigh saw in her head, and she just fell in love with the draping toga-style of it. "Ok, so if this looks as good on as it does on the hanger, I want this one." Lucy declared, even as she moved off toward Bay's bedroom. A few moments later she reappeared, declaring this one to be the winner, and before long the designer was packing her gowns up and Luce was calling down to the driver that Tommy kept on call for any number of things. This time, he was dispatched to grab the van and come collect the designer, and she discussed the details with Harry while Bay talked details with the dress maker. Bayleigh reminded her that the fittings were going to have to be done here, and a few moments later the woman was gone, leaving them alone for a moment.
"Is it starting to feel more real?" Lucy couldn't help but wonder as Bay closed the door behind the designer and leaned against it with a quiet sigh. "What's it like? I mean, I had no anticipation time, all things considered. Is it terrifying?" Lucy wondered with a chuckle at the swirl of thoughts that set off in her bestie's head. Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - November 27, 2011 11:39 PM (GMT)
One of the things that Bayleigh had not been prepared for was the effort that went into this. Apparently there were alterations and so on, and so she stayed as still as she could while she was pinned and marked and all of that. She got gingerly out of the dress so as not to stab herself and then she could finally focus on Lucy. When Lucy started to try on gowns, Bay had automatically made a face about the pink aspect. She really did love the cherry blossoms and what they meant to her, but she was not about to jump on the pepto bandwagon.
When Lucy came out in the last dress Bay just chuckled. "Man... I should put you in a paper bag. No one is going to look at me with you in that thing," she teased. She was only half joking. She was so worried about it not fitting once they got to this point, which was part of the reason they were doing this whole thing on the quick side. "Its perfect though, seriously," she agreed. She waited while the designer packed up, thanking her profusely before making arrangements for the fittings. Lucy called a car for them and then they sat down to have a chat.
"Is it terrifying?' she mused aloud, repeating Lucy's question. She thought about it for a moment, knowing Lucy would be poking around in there anyway. "Yeah, basically," she said honestly with a little laugh. "I mean... I never figured myself for someone's wife. Me? child stripper.. druggie..." she trailed off with a shrug of one delicate shoulder. "It took me a while to get my shit together, but I honestly never figured myself for that kinda life. I keep pinching myself thinking either I am going to wake up... or Harper is. His star is rising Luce.... and I keep thinking its going to rise beyond where I can reach."
She smiled, trying to keep the fear from her voice. The last thing that she wanted to do was hold him back. He deserved his dreams and then some. "But on the other hand... its exciting too. I mean, I always thought I would do this alone.. but I will have someone to share it with..... it finally feels like something just might go my way," she said with a grin. "But enough of the sap... you gonna play hooky on Tommy and come shopping with me for naughty things? I haven't gotten any in far too long and the last thing I need is for Harper to start treating me like some delicate flower because of all the baby drama."
Lucy Terrell - November 30, 2011 03:44 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh admitted that it was, basically, terrifying; this whole wedding thing, and at that she could only chuckle at the thoughts bouncing around in her best friend's head, even as she began to articulate the words. Bayleigh spoke hesitantly about Harper, and how he was on his way up, and how she kept thinking that it may rise beyond her reach. At that, Lucy could only shake her head. "You're so blind, Bay. Can't you see how he looks at you?" She wondered, even as she found the boots she was looking for so they could get out of here before Tommy returned and rained on their parade by telling her she wasn't allowed out without supervision.
"Something is definitely going your way, woman. I mean, really. You've got a gorgeous man, and Jacob, and this new little monster you're baking. You've got it all....and I know you're still bummed about dance, but this might be amazing. I mean, really, why not use the money from the sale of your shop to open up your own dance studio?" Lucy wondered, slipping into her bike jacket and grabbing her purse before they hurried out the door and into the elevator, anxious to get going on their trip to the fun store, as Lucy teasingly referred to it. "Come on, and we've gotta hurry." She told Bayleigh as they moved clear of the elevator, hurrying out to the street, her arm shooting up to hail a cab, in a mad rush to get going so they weren't stopped before the fun began. Besides, she was thinking about grabbing a few new things of her own to surprise Tommy with. She gave the cabby the address of their destination, before falling into quiet conversation with Bayleigh as they traveled across town toward Victoria Secret.
They pulled up in front of the store, and Lucy paid the cab driver, hurrying out of the cab and into the store, though today was a safe day; it had been raining steadily since the night before. It didn't take Bayleigh long to find a few things for herself, and Luce couldn't help but smile at the thoughts flitting through her friend's head. Harper was in for it, that was for certain. She poked around a little for herself, deciding on a whim that Tommy might just deserve a surprise of his own. She chose the black halter style nightie with him in mind; knowing that he'd love the sight of it, and she'd love his reaction nearly as much. For tonight though, something entirely more playful was in order. She found just what she was looking for as far as panties went, but the challenge today was to find a bra to match. Before she'd succeeded, Lucy's phone was ringing out from her purse. She dug it out just in time to miss a call from Tommy. Only moments later she had a new text message, short and to the point, asking where they fuck they were. She could only reply with a sarcastic response. 'Not tellin'....on a secret girl mission with Bayleigh. Don't worry, we're being good.' was her only response, before switched her phone to vibrate and stuck it back in the bottom of her purse. Finally, she found a bra that matched perfectly and after congratulating herself mentally, she went off in search of Bay to see what else she might have found.
"Find anything good for poor, unsuspecting Harper?" Lucy wondered in her musical voice. Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - December 10, 2011 01:57 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh nearly started, so surprising were the words coming out of Lucy's mouth. Her own dance place? She couldn't possibly... could she? I mean she had the shop, and Jake, and this new little monster as Lucy had taken to referring to it as. Could she really go there? And besides, who would bring their kids to someone like her? I mean, she wasn't exactly kid material. At the same time though it was hard not to imagine little girls in tutus and leotards swaying and twirling to music. It wasn't a bad thought. Not a bad one at all.
She switched gears though, tabling that thought for now as they moved out, knowing that Tommy would blow a gasket if he caught them out and about without him. He was a little overprotective that way. They got in the cab and soon enough were at Vickies. Bayleigh didn't realize how much she had missed this, hanging out with her best girl. With the... um... changes going on, they hadn't had a chance to do anything in a very long time.
It didn't take long for Bayleigh to find a few somethings guaranteed to knock Harper's socks, and everything else for that matter, off. She needed him to see her as a woman, not just the fragile flower she had become. Sure, some of the blame was on her, for not taking care of herself, but damn if she would let him keep his distance because she'd been a little weak. She was far from weak now, and she was about to remind him what he had waiting for him at home. She thought back to the beginning, when they fought so hard not to act on their feelings. She wanted him to feel like that again.
She smiled to herself and then moved toward Lucy to show her what she'd found. Lucy apparently had the same idea, moving in her direction. Lucy's grin was half of a smirk and then she revealed her own finds. "Normal wear, or distract Tommy from being totally pissed at me wear?" she asked her friend with a smirk of her own.
Lucy Terrell - December 16, 2011 05:08 AM (GMT)
"It's obviously time to bust out the 'don't be too pissed at me' wear, especially since he's already called me, and sent me a text....probably more, but I don't know, cause I turned my phone off." Lucy informed her with a wicked grin. "I want him to be surprised, and he can't ever be surprised if he's right on my heels all the time." She reminded her friend with an amused chuckle. "Really though, we ought to get going, especially if I'm gonna have time to change before we meet the boys." Lucy had only just finished speaking when Bayleigh's phone rang in her bag. When she dug it out, it was with a knowing smile. She answered the phone, and with her extra-sensitive hearing, Lucy could hear Harper on the other end of the phone, asking where they were and what was going on, and if they knew just how long they'd been gone, and she could only smile as Bayleigh calmly told him to relay the message to Tommy that things were fine, and he should chill the fuck out and head to the venue, they would just meet them there. They had a while, but if they were taking a cab, it would take a while. Harper stuttered out a reply and Bay promptly closed her phone and tucked it back into her bag.
"Come on, it's really time now." Lucy murmured, even as she began to move toward the front of the store to pay for her purchases. Once they'd done that and were back out on the streets, she suggested that they walk back uptown, if for no other reason than to give the boys plenty of time to clear out. They wandered back uptown, chatting about how Bay was feeling, both physically and emotionally with the changes going down these days, and she could tell that her friend was anxious, though Bay never voiced those concerns, and then the subject moved back to the baby as it always seemed to. "So, what's going to happen when the new little monster comes along? Will he be coming to the shop full time, since you and Harper are both there, or will you be taking an extended break?" Lucy wondered curiously, even as they moved through the door of the Baxter building and hurrying off toward the elevator to get upstairs.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - January 5, 2012 05:36 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh thought about Lucy’s question and the honest truth was, she had no damn clue what she was gonna do. “I mean I’ll likely take a break for sure, I wanna get some time in with the little… whatever it is,” she said with a grin as they walked with their bags back uptown. “But I can bring him or her with me to the shop. Besides, as much as I love dance, I couldn’t give up the art entirely, its too much a part of who I am. I think even when Harper hits it big… and I totally know he will, he’d still put in time at the shop.” She grinned and winked at Lucy. “Besides, who else is gonna keep your mess of a husband organized?” she asked her friend.
When they got back to the apartment Bayleigh and Lucy wasted no time changing, knowing that they were fighting dirty in the extreme. Bayleigh slipped into a low plunging corset that did amazing things for her breasts and then shimmied into a little black mini. She pulled on some thigh high argyle stockings that gave her a little schoolgirl edge and then pulled on a red v-necked sweater over it that completed the little I’m so innocent look. She knew she didn’t have much time left to get away with outfits like this, and besides this was designed to remind Harper that she was a woman to be desired. She knew he was worried about her, but she was fine, and she wanted her man.
Soon enough both women were dressed to kill and as she slid her feet into some three inch black patent leather mary janes, grabbed her coat and her bag, she winked at Lucy. This was going to be so much fun. She couldn’t wait to see the venue, couldn’t wait to find out how this was gonna play out and even though it took her a bit to warm up to the idea, she was looking forward to being a wife. Lucy shot her a knowing grin when she caught Bayleigh sighing softly as she twirled her ring around her finger. “What?” she asked defensively and then laughed as they made their way to their men.
Lucy Terrell - January 7, 2012 11:32 PM (GMT)
They finally reached their building, and Lucy slipped up one more floor to change quickly, slipping into the barely there undergarments before donning a dress that had served her well in the past. She dug for shoes quickly and added a black cardigan sweater before grabbing her purse and slipping out once more to see what Bayleigh had found to wear. When she reached the other woman's apartment, she slipped inside without even knocking, knowing that Bay would be getting ready to go. She only sat for a few minutes before Bay came strutting out into the living room, and she could only chuckle to herself quietly. "You know that Tommy's going to give you shit about that outfit, right?" Lucy asked with another laugh, even as she stood and smoothed the skirt of her vintage dress.
Moments later they were back in the elevator, moving at an annoyingly slow pace toward the lobby. They slipped out into the night and hailed a cab, giving the driver the address before sitting back to try to enjoy the ride. "So, once we've scoped out this venue, what do you and Harper have planned, since Judah's got Jake till tomorrow afternoon?" Lucy wondered, offering her friend the look, one eyebrow cocked up in a silent message that she wouldn't accept any bullshit answer here. Before Bay could even open her mouth, the images began to flow into Lucy's head, and with a smirk, she struggled to turn it off, or at least dull it so she wasn't listening to her friend in stereo, as she'd begun to think of it. Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - January 9, 2012 08:09 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh only grinned at Lucy’s comment. “Doesn’t Tommy always throw a fit about what I wear. I mean technically he’s old enough to be my grandfather…. Technically,” she said with a grin. “But I’ve always been his little girl,” she said with fondness. “Honestly, I do it as much to push his buttons as I do it for me. Someone has to keep him on his toes so that his ego doesn’t take over the city.” She grinned and gave Lucy a thumbs up on her own choice. She’d seen the dress before so she got the feeling there was some kinda deal with that she wasn’t getting… but she wasn’t asking either.
“ As for Harper and I….” she trailed off, unable to stop the thoughts from flooding her mind and trying to hold them in so that Lucy didn’t get overloaded with more than she wanted to know about the two of them. Bayleigh could be a little kinky, and she couldn’t help the way her thoughts turned when the idea of being alone, uninterrupted with Harper came up. Especially considering he’d barely touched her… at least in that way since the big scare as she called it. She knew he was being careful, but she was fine- even the doctor said so. She was not gaining as much weight as they wanted her to yet, but she was getting better.
“Yeah well… lets just say hes going to get a big lesson in what he’s been missing. I’m sick of being treated like a piece of crystal.” Soon enough they were out the door and into a cab. Since the place was a little bit of a walk and they were wearing killer heels, she didn’t feel like doing that much walking. “This okay?” she said under her breath, knowing Lucy would hear her and wanting to make sure that nothing was going to tempt her into doing something that would make Tommy really pissed.
Tommy glared at Harper, who had just slipped his phone into his pocket and gave Tommy a shrug. “Yeah I know how they are, but I swear if that woman wasn’t already dead… I’d kill her,” he muttered fiercely, glaring all over again at the amused expression on the other man’s face. Tommy didn’t refer to that whole side of life – or unlife- as it were, often. “She knows better than to tempt fate. That was the whole point of having the dress fitting at the house….I swear to god I am going to turn her over my knee..” he stopped ranting and then the glare morphed into a grin. “Now theres an idea…”
At Harper’s glance he cleared his throat and fired off another text to his wife. “Punishment is imminent” was all it said. He put his own phone in his pocket and turned to the other man. “You ready for this shit? It could be fancy and all… girly and shit?” he teased Harper. In truth though, he was glad to give Bayleigh this. She deserved to be happy and though the Mutt had apparently turned a corner, Tommy was hardly ready to gloss over the crap he’d put Bay through. Harper though… “You know if you screw with her.. I will kill you. And then I will turn you, which is agony by the way. And then when you are done turning I wil dismember you limb by fucking limb and then burn the pieces. Okay?”
“Alrighty, now that we have that settled, lets go check this place out and see where you’re putting on the shackles. I have plans for my woman as soon as we’re done,” he said with something as close to glee as Tommy ever got.
Harper Reid - January 13, 2012 02:24 AM (GMT)
At Tommy's accusing glare, all he could do was shrug. He knew just as well as the other man how those women were....especially when they were together. Tommy continued on, muttering mostly to himself. Finally though, the undead man wound himself down and then distracted himself, and he could only glance up with a slight smirk. They chatted for a moment, but it wasn't much longer before Tommy issued the warning that he'd been expecting to get since he'd asked Bay to marry him. It was the dad speech, more or less, but with a decidedly Tommy-esque twist. When that was done though, and he had chuckled and nodded in agreement, Tommy clapped a hand on his shoulder, noting that it was time to go check out this location, because he had plans for Lucy afterward....an idea that Harper decided not to give too much thought to. It was likely better if he kept himself as in the dark as possible here, he figured.
It wasn't long before they reached the venue on foot, and he knew without question that the girls would be running at least a little late. Bayleigh didn't believe in watches, preferring to believe that nothing started until she arrived. They hung around outside for a bit, chatting about the shop and waiting for the girls.Bayleigh asked her under her breath if the cab idea was an okay one, and she just winked and nodded slightly, tapping her toe with the music coming from the front of the cab, even as she alternately held her breath and breathed through her mouth, when she was forced to speak. They chatted away the ride, Lucy relishing in this alone time with her bestie; it had been far, far too long since they'd been able to hang out without a babysitter of some sort, and Tommy got in the way of all sorts of girl-talk. "So....tell me, what has been going on with my brother?" Lucy wondered idly as they rode, curious since Bay saw him more often than she did these days, since Tommy still wasn't fond of 'the mutt' as he referred to him. "Is he still with Jake's nurse, and is she still clueless?" She wondered nosily. "Also, are they coming to the wedding? I mean, I assumed they were, because it would be easier with Jake, but then I wasn't sure because of Tommy, and just the sheer weirdness of the whole thing....I mean, what's the etiquette on inviting your baby daddy to your wedding to your new baby daddy?" Lucy asked with a laugh.
With just a quick glance out the window, Lucy knew that they'd arrive at the venue soon. She wanted the dirt before then, cause this was the last thing they wanted to talk about with Tommy and Harper around. Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - January 13, 2012 02:51 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh gave a sigh of relief, realizing she probably should have asked about the cab thing BEFORE they got in, but thankful that she hadn’t totally fucked that up. Tommy would be pissed if New York was down a cabbie because of her. Then Lucy asked her about Judah and Bayleigh could only chuckle at that. The situation was beyond weird actually, at least to Bay. She shook her head in amusement and started off, “Well….”
She grinned and then said honestly, “Its… okay actually. Weirdly. And yeah, he’s still with Abi… well he calls her Gail. And you honestly wouldn’t believe how different he is Luce. Its like invasion of the body snatchers. Some alien came and switched places with Judah.. because whoever he is now… is nothing like who he was then. “ She shook her head then. “She’s my biggest fear… or what was my biggest fear come to life. When I found out what he was, I spent all this time looking over my shoulder, wondering when he was going to run into the predestined love of his life and POW, no more Bay.” She snorted a little indelicately then. “Ironic that he had to come back here to find her.”
“But she doesn’t know a thing… or at least last I knew she doesn’t. I told him he needs to get that shit out of the way fast but… who the hell knows. He doesn’t really have any reason to listen to me. But we have a shaky kind of truce I guess. Tommy still hates his guts but what can you do? “ She chuckled at Lucy’s description, rolling her eyes at the Jerry Springer –like synopsis. “They are coming.. well they are invited anyway. I really like Abi, and so does Jake.. .and honestly… I think as far as getting past all the dark shit… this really needs to happen,” she told Lucy honestly. Only a small part of her wondered why she hadn’t been good enough, but that small part of her was getting smaller all the time.
Soon enough they were at their location and as they both got out of the cab, she shot a glaring Tommy a wink and moved right into Harper’s arms. She was waiting on one… or both of them to comment on her outfit but right now, she just wanted to kiss her man. So she did.
Harper Reid - January 19, 2012 03:55 AM (GMT)
They hadn't been waiting outside the venue for too long...at most, maybe twenty minutes or so, before a cab pulled up and a moment later, out stepped their ladies. And damn, but their ladies were dressed to kill....Bayleigh especially. 'The heels, and the tights, and damnit the whole package.' Harper thought to himself, even as she moved into him to press her lips to his. God damn, gorgeous. You're perfect." He murmured into her ear, even as he nipped at the flesh there, knowing that she'd get the clues that he was giving that she would be in for it once they were done with this stuff. "When we're finished here, the shop should already be closed, hrm....I think we need to stop by there on the way home." He suggested, nipping once more at her ear; a promise for later, before straitening up to take her hand. "Come on guys, my shackles await." He joked, even as he tugged Bay along with him through the door.
They didn't make it very far before they were greeted by James Thompson, or Jimmy, as he said he preferred to be called. They wandered through the gallery, and the further they moved into the space, the more comfortable Harper became. This place, in his opinion, was absolutely perfect, but the real question here was what did Bayleigh think? Tommy and Lucy, for their parts were silent at the moment, though his boss still looked annoyed, and Lucy wore a cat who ate the canary smirk. Before he could even wonder about that though, Bay was turning to him with excited eyes, asking what he thought, and he could only grin. "This is amazing, gorgeous...the light is perfect, and it's warm and comfortable....I like it here. It's not terribly pretentious either." He noted, before offering her a smile and a raised eyebrow. "More importantly, what do YOU think, gorgeous?" He wondered, even as Tommy and Lucy moved in closer to see what she thought.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - January 19, 2012 01:51 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh loved the way Harper's lips settled against her ear, a clear promise if there ever was one. When he mentioned having to stop by the shop on the way back she couldn't help the sly grin she knew was spreading across her face because that brought up more than a few fantasies. By the grin on Lucy's own face, she knew her friend had caught her thoughts. She shot the other woman a wink and soon they were following this Jimmy guy around the space that could very well be where they finally made this legal.
The first thing Bay noticed was that the place had Harper written all over it. It looked like a place he would hang out. It was open and cool with a laid back kind of elegance that reminded her of him. Still she tried to be objective, walking around and looking at all the components of the space. In her mind she was mentally trying to figure out what would go where. She walked to the far end of the room standing in the middle and thinking that this is where they would actually do this.
She turned slowly, seeing tables set up and a dance floor and then idly wondered if there would be a band or a dj. Considering how music oriented they were she wondered why they hadn't gone over that particular detail. She shot Lucy a worried glance and knew she would get Tommy on it as soon as possible. She'd prefer a band personally, but she'd take any excuse to dance in Harper's arms. She danced all the time, just not with him and she found that she was looking forward to it.
She whirled on Harper, asking him what he thought and he turned the question back on her after giving her a short opinion of it. Once everyone was kind of huddled together she shot them all a grin as she said, "What do I think? I think this is where your doom begins." She nudged him playfully and then stretched up to place a kiss on his lips. "Its perfect," she whispered.
Harper Reid - January 22, 2012 05:41 AM (GMT)
Harper smirrked slightly when Bay told him that this was where his doom began, and he could only agree with her words; this was perfect....or, it would be, he thought to himself, once he delivered his newest surprise painting to their wedding-slash-reception location for Bay to find on their wedding day. Tommy argued briefly with Bayleigh about just who was going to be paying the deposit today, and though Harper knew he should be with Bayleigh on this one, he simply wasn't going to get in the middle of their argument. He was many things, after all, but stupid was not one of them. Lucy murmured her agreement with his thoughts, and not for the first time, her mind-reading skills freaked him out just a little bit. "Yeah....well, I have a feeling Bay's not going to win this one, and then she's going to pout." He murmured with a chuckle. Finally, Tommy put his foot down, insisting on paying for this, and that would be it, he wouldn't stick his nose in it again. Harper seriously doubted that, but wisely kept his mouth firmly closed until they were finished.
They moved from the gallery as a unit, but the minute they hit the street, Tommy was hugging Bay carefully, and telling them that they'd catch up later; he and Lucy had a few things to discuss, and he was certain he didn't want anymore details when Lucy let out a delighted giggle. Still...this worked out perfectly to his mind. After all, he had plans of his own for Bayleigh. "So....come here little girl....want some candy?" He murmured even as he pulled Bayleigh swiftly into his side. "You look fucking amazing, Gorgeous." Harper informed her lightly, even as he slapped her ass teasingly. "Come on....I wanted to stop by the shop on the way home...I think I might have left one of my sketch books there, and I've got a few ideas I want to look over tonight." He told her, giving himself a clear excuse of why they'd need to stop by the shop, aside from the fact that he was interested in doing more than a few possibly dirty things to her while they were there. After all, he was in with the acting shop manager.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - January 22, 2012 11:06 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh was going to deck Tommy. At least she would if she thought it would do more than break her own damn hand. She told him that she could put the money down herself. Hell… she had it. Certainly not as much as Tommy, but she had it. But Tommy had this misguided notion that he was playing the father of the bride role here and she knew that no matter what she did, he was not backing down from this. Harper of course was staying out of it and she shot him an annoyed look. Tommy told her that he’d butt out of everything else if she’d let him do this and she said, “Bullshit,” but caved anyway. Sometimes it was nice to be loved- even if he annoyed the shit out of her.
And then he was hugging her carefully- he could definitely break some bones if he didn’t think about it. And then he was saying he had things to discuss with Lucy and Bayleigh could only wink at her best girl, knowing Tommy was in as much trouble as he was no doubt planning on dishing out. As soon as those two bailed Harper pulled her in, asking her if she wanted some candy. She could only grin at his lecherous voice as he teased her. Her eyes grew dark when he told her she looked amazing and then lightly slapped her on the ass. This was the Harper she was trying to reach. But then he mentioned that he wanted to stop by the shop on the way home and she couldn’t help but pout a little.
What the hell was she gonna have to do to convince him that she was much more interesting than the shop. Still he was determined to retrieve his sketchbook so she sighed and took his hand. “Fine, I guess I can finish up a couple of things while you look for it,” she told him with a smile as she pressed herself against him, and stretching up to brush her glossy lips across his. “But make sure you find it fast,” she warned him, her voice husky with unspoken thoughts.
Harper Reid - January 24, 2012 05:06 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh pouted over the idea of him needing to stop by the shop, as he'd expected that she would, and in his head that only made this more entertaining for him. She sighed and took his hand, telling him in a put out voice that she could finish up a couple of things while he was looking for his book. Oh, if she only knew....once he got her to the shop, she'd be far too busy to be worried about anything there. Rather than tell her that though, he just tugged on her hand. "Come on, gorgeous...sooner we get there, the sooner we can get out of there and home, where I can keep you all to myself, until tomorrow when we have to be at the shop." He informed her seriously, with a waggle of his eyebrows and a lecherous grin.
They set off on foot, and Harper couldn't help but smile smugly every time his woman got a second glance on their walk downtown toward the shop. "You have the best legs I have ever seen Bay." He informed her conversationally as they walked. "No...seriously." He insisted when she rolled her eyes at him. "They've got a beautiful shape, and they go all the way up to your neck, and your shoes always make them look so perfect....so sexy." Harper told her, even as he waited for her to get the shop unlocked.
They moved through the door and she locked it behind them, but he didn't let her make it even a step from there before he was pressing her gently against the wall to finally, finally get his lips on hers the way he'd been thinking about since she and Lucy had gotten out of that cab. "Fuck, I've been missin' you, gorgeous..." Harper murmured, kissing her again for long moments.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - January 25, 2012 01:46 PM (GMT)
Bay just followed Harper's lead as he tugged her with him. He told her the sooner they handled this, the sooner they could get home and the look on his face told her that just maybe she might get what she was aiming for when she had picked this particular outfit.... just wait till he saw what she had underneath it. That thought put a smile back on her face as they walked down the street.
She wasn't oblivious to the looks she got. That would have bothered her once upon a time ago, preferring not to be stared at that way. It brought up bad memories she'd rather forget. But the pride in Harper's eyes made her chuckle as he told her that she had the best legs he had ever seen. When they got to the shop he was still going on about her legs and she just shook her head. "You are so biased," she accused him. He looked at her like a lover... but with an artist's eyes.
As they got into the shop, she locked the door behind them so that no one else would think they were opened and as she started toward the office Harper pulled her over and pressed her against the wall. He pressed his lips to hers and she sighed against his mouth. He told her that he had been missing her and all she could do was agree before she was lost all over again. She knew that they would never get out of here if he didn't find his book and after a kiss like that, she wanted to get him home- fast.
She pushed him away with a chuckle. "C'mon loverboy, go find your book so you can take me home and have your wicked way with me," she teased with an arched brow. "I'll go finish a couple of loose ends in the office. Just yell when you've found your stuff and you're ready to go," she told him and with a quick kiss to his lips she sashayed into the office. If she had an extra sway to her hips it was only to spur him into quick action so they could get home.
Harper Reid - January 26, 2012 03:45 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh pushed him away with a laugh, murmuring that he should hurry his ass up and find what he was looking for so that they could get home and he could do with her what he would. That, he had to admit, sounded like a damn good plan.....or, at least it would, once he finished up with her here. She kissed him quickly before turning and wandering off toward the office with a little extra sway to her hips...all for his benefit, he was sure. As quickly as possible, Harper moved to his station, digging out the sketchbook he needed and brought it back to set it on the receptionist's desk before he moved quickly toward the office.
Harper soundlessly opened the door, slipping inside before shutting it silently behind him. Being as quiet as he could, he slipped up behind her in that big leather desk chair, his lips coming down to her ear where he murmured quietly. "Workin' hard, gorgeous?" He didn't wait for an answer, nipping gently at her ear before he continued. "Think I can distract you?" He wondered, even as his lips trailed down her throat, smiling against her flesh as her hand faltered in it's writing.
"Awww, I'm not tryin' to fuck up your work, Bay.....why don't you quit it and let me put you up on top of this big desk again?" He suggested idly, smiling again when she shivered slightly at his words. "Come on, gorgeous....this time my face isn't all fucked up....I can do anything you want." He reminded her, knowing that her mind would immediately go back to the last time he'd had her here....just after Judah had busted his face all up. He continued trailing his lips over her throat, sliding lower and lower with each kiss, tugging her sweater out of his way to clear a path for his lips while he waited to see what she'd say.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - February 6, 2012 05:16 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh likely would have jumped if she hadn't known that it was only her and Harper here in the shop. She was so engrossed in her planning that she hadn't even heard him come in until his lips touched her ear. She smiled though he couldn't see it from his position. He asked her if she was working hard, his lips moving down her throat and she found that she had written the same word down three times.
She took a deep breath and tried to start again, but then he offered to put her up on the desk again. That did nothing but bring on a strong mental image of the last time that had happened, and she shivered despite herself. He reminded her that his face was fine and she sighed softly. He truly was her champion. That had been one of the worst feelings.. knowing she'd gotten him hurt. But instead he'd turned all that attention on her. Could she be any more stupidly in love with him?
His lips trailed down her skin as he pushed her sweater out of the way and she turned the chair around slowly so that she could face him. "What are you waiting for Squared?" she challenged him. She wasn't about to give him an invitation. She'd been waiting too long to see that kind of hunger on his face. He loved her, she knew it and she knew that was the reason for his concern. But concern wasn't what she wanted right now. She wanted- no needed- to be reminded that he was crazy out of his head for her too.
Harper Reid - February 6, 2012 06:51 PM (GMT)
Oh, I'm not waitin' for anything, gorgeous." Harper murmured, tugging her up and out of the chair when she finally turned to face him, her eyebrow raised even as she offered him a coy smile to go with her challenge. Once she was there in his arms; pressed all up against her in that tiny little outfit, the heels bringing her up to his height, and causing her to rub up against him in all the right places. "God damn, woman." He growled against the flesh of her throat as she shifted teasingly against him.
That was the move that finally broke him.
In this instant he wasn't thinking about the fact that Bay was still fragile....or about the baby, or anything else that matter, aside from getting her out of that sweater that was maddeningly covering her flesh from his view, not to mention his touch. He stripped the red v-neck sweater from her slender frame, anxious to see what she might have under it. When he uncovered the corset though, Harper couldn't help but gasp quietly in appreciation. "Fuck, gorgeous....look at how hot you are." He murmured with a grin. Smoothly, he turned, lifting her as he went to set her up on the edge of Tommy's big mahogany desk. "So...now I've got you here... the big question is, what is it that you need most?" He wondered with a slight laugh, even as he stepped closer, catching her lips with his; nipping at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, even as his hands roamed up and over her from hip to shoulder before winding into her hair.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - February 8, 2012 08:08 PM (GMT)
Harper tugged her up out of the chair and into his arms and she was gratified to see that the heels definitely made the difference. She could feel every part of him pressed up against him and knew that he was most definitely interested in what she was offering. His mouth was against her throat and she couldn't resist a little wiggle against him.
It was like that little move snapped something in Harper. He tugged her sweater over her head and she knew the second he caught sight of her little surprise. The gasp was audible, appreciative and absolutely gratifying to Bay's ears. She knew the picture she made, the corset, the little skirt, the knee socks and the heels. She was a fantasy come to life, she just hoped that it was HIS fantasy.
He lifted her up and set her on the desk and gasped at the coolness of the shiny wood against her legs. He stepped in between her legs, capturing her lips as he wondered what she needed most. God.. what didn't she need would have been the better question. She needed him, all of him, any way she could get him. He nipped at her bottom lip and she hissed. His hands wound into her hair and she laughed huskily at the way he tugged on the strands. This is the Harper she wanted. "Miss me did you?" she asked him slyly as she glanced down at his obviously aroused state.
" As for what I want," she said with a grin, pulling him in by his shirt even as one hand was sliding beneath it to touch bare skin. "Everything," she said seriously. "I want everything. And I want it now," she told him as she licked along his lower lip slowly.
Harper Reid - February 8, 2012 09:19 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh offered him a husky laugh, even as she teased about just how much he must have been missing her, even as she glanced down, taking note of his obvious desire for her. She continued on with a sly grin, pulling him in by the shirt even as she slid her other hand under his shirt to get at his skin. She spoke then, murmuring that she wanted everything, even as he tongue traced the shape of his lower lip slowly. When she added on that she wanted it all now, how could he deny her? "You've fucking got it, Jacobs." He murmured, even as his teeth came down to nip at her shoulder and up toward her throat maddeningly.
Harper released his hold on her hair, choosing instead to let his hands settle at her hips. He tugged her to the edge of the desk, so that their bodies were pressed together so intimately as he caught her lips once more with his. For long moments their lips battled; a battle they could both win, he found, and Harper willingly let himself sink into a place where rational thought didn't matter anymore, as long as he could keep his hands and lips on his woman. Finally, after long moments he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers as he gave her the chance to breath. Finally, after long moments he found the ability to speak coherently again. "Fuck, gorgeous....do you know I've been thinkin' about this since I saw you climb out of that cab?" Harper wondered idly, even as he wound her hair around his fingers. "Ever since I saw those shoes and that skirt, I've been thinkin' about putting you up on this desk like a naughty school girl." He whispered against her ear, secretly loving the way she shivered.
Teasingly, he unwound his hands from her hair to trail over her exposed flesh, teasing the swell of her breasts then back up over the center of her throat, pushing her head back gently so he could trail his lips over the soft, fragrant skin.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - February 13, 2012 03:20 AM (GMT)
Harper tugged her to the edge of the desk and belatedly she wondered if she should really be doing this in here. It was hard to think of that too deeply though when all that heat was pressed up against her and his mouth was practically fused to hers. Time stopped as their mouths waged a sweet war, attacking and retreating until it didn't matter who came out the victor because both sides were getting what they wanted.
When his forehead pressed against hers she took a deep and much needed breath and let out a breathy chuckle. After a moment he seemed to pull it together and told her that he had been thinking about this since she had gotten out of the cab. He twirled his fingers in her hair in a manner that made her heart jerk and she gave him a sly wink. "That was the idea, though I have to say the desk is inspired," she whispered as a shiver stole over her skin at his words.
His hands trailed through her hair then over her body, trailing across her breasts and making her shiver all over again. His hands trailed back upward sliding up her throat and pushing her head back so that his mouth could trail over her skin. She growled a little, low in her throat at that touch- how she had missed it. "Damn that feels so good," she breathed out as she speared fingers through his hair, holding him there even as she pressed her body against his, just needing him to be close. She slid one hand down and back beneath his shirt, tugging on it so that he would get the hint and get it off. She wanted skin.
Harper Reid - February 19, 2012 05:21 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh growled low in her throat, even as she slid her fingers into his hair and held him firmly where he was; with his lips pressed tight against her throat. She slid her hands up and under his shirt; tugging hard in a not-so-subtle hint that she wanted it off. That he could oblige. He impatiently tugged his shirt from his body, dropping it off to the side on the floor where it joined her sweater. In that instant he wasn't thinking about the fact that technically, this was Tommy's office, and his boss would be royally pissed if he knew just what, exactly, he was planning on doing to his virtual daughter in here.
With that thought in mind, Harper dropped his hands from their spot in her hair and at her throat respectively, to trail over her legs. Slowly, he slid his hands from hip down over her calf on the outside of her leg before sliding back up the inside, smirking slightly when she shivered slightly as his hands slid up past her argyle thigh-highs to trail over bare skin. He reached her center, but skipped over her still-covered core, sliding his other hand down over the inside of her thigh.
When he reached the top of her stockings, he slipped his hand back up, loving the silky feel of it under his calloused fingertips. He teased his fingertips back up toward her center, teasing over her super-tiny panties, even as he growled against her lips at just how tiny those panties actually were. "What color of sin are they today, gorgeous?" He wondered idly, his lips never really leaving her, even as he spoke. "You're so fucking hot, Bay.....fuck, the things you do to me." Harper murmured, even as he urged her to lift her hips slightly so he could remove said tiny underwear from her body.
"So...the last time we did this, my face was all busted up, and I didn't have the chance to do this, but this time I'm fine....and you're in trouble." He predicted with a slight chuckle, even as he nipped at her bottom lip teasingly. "So....are you trying for extra credit, little girl?" He couldn't help but tease, even as he reached behind him to slide the rolling desk chair into position behind him. Before she could get a word out edgewise, he settled himself into the chair and moved himself into position between her knees. "Let me have a look at my grade book now..." He teased further, even as he tugged her hips forward slightly and pressed gentle, teasing kisses up and down the inside of her legs. "Fuck, I love the way you taste, gorgeous." Harper murmured, teasing his lips up and down the inside of her legs, but studiously steering clear of where she wanted his lips most.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - February 19, 2012 09:23 PM (GMT)
She sighed happily when Harper stripped his shirt off, loving the feel of his bare skin beneath her fingertips. Just because she could she lightly raked her nails over his chest, grinning at his response. God she loved him, loved this.
His hands dropped to slide along her legs and she shivered as they moved upward, eventually trailing over the bare skin of her upper thighs. She'd worn this outfit on purpose, the mix of innocent and slut was a major visual feast for him, and she wanted to please him so badly. But his hand was being mean, not going where she so desperately wanted him to go and she pouted for a second when he teased her through the thin barrier of satin she had on.
He asked her what color of sin she had on this time and she only grinned and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself." He urged her up, sliding the brief crimson scrap from her body and tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of their other clothes. She shivered at the air on her bare skin, but it deepened when he explained to her that she was in trouble as he nipped at her lip.
She moaned softly, teasing him right back, her teeth catching his lip for just a moment before he broke away from her, pulling the chair to him and sitting down in between her knees. She gulped audibly as his mouth teased the flesh of her inner thighs, never coming close enough to where she needed him to be. He told her that he loved the way she tasted, but he wasn't tasting her.. not really.
"Fuck, Harper," she breathed out, trying to scoot her hips closer to where she wanted him to be. "Stop fucking teasing me. If you love the way I taste so much.. then get to it damn you," she cursed him. It had been too long. "I'll give you all the extra credit you need baby, just fucking give me what I want." She knew she was practically begging, but damn it she needed it so badly.
Harper Reid - February 20, 2012 03:21 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh shifted slightly, even as she was cursing him and all but begging him to quit teasing her She promised any extra credit he could dream up as long as he gave her what she wanted, and he could do nothing but comply. Or he would....eventually. For the moment though, he planned to relish in the sight of her like this; her gorgeous legs all but covered still. His hand shifted up so that his palm was pressed gently against her center; his finger tips pressed against the tiny little nub of flesh, smiling at the way she gasped. "You alright, gorgeous?" Harper wondered with a fresh grin at the way she shifted restlessly against his fingers. Indeed, it had been far too long since they'd been together like this.
He caught her eyes with his own, and for a moment no words were necessary. Never breaking that intimate contact, Harper flipped up her skirt and drew in her flavor. "Fuck, gorgeous." He murmured, unsure of just how long he could hold out before he just had to lose himself in her. He was sure in that moment that he'd never needed another person the way he needed her. Slowly he relished the flavor of her flesh, drawing the sighs and low moans from her like a virtuoso might play. There was nothing else just now, except them in this moment. "I love you, Jacobs." Harper murmured, even as he nipped his way down, then back up her thigh, knowing without needing to look that her eyes would have that sultry look in them; just a small part of the package with the woman he adored.
Harper chuckled against her flesh when, as he found her center once more her hands came down immediately to wind into his hair; a clear sign that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Rather than argue, he focused on the task at hand; making his woman all but mindless with pleasure.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - February 22, 2012 02:51 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh hissed, a loud and throaty sound that told Harper that he was right where she wanted him... where she needed him. The second he flipped her skirt up and moved his mouth over her skin, her throat went dry and she immediately tried to get closer. He teased her, moving his lips down her thighs, nipping at her until she cursed him.
He chuckled and moved his mouth back to where she wanted it. "Fuck," she breathed out at the touch of his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding on tight and practically holding him prisoner against her flesh. She sighed, the sound turning into a moan as she simply took in what he was offering.
"Damn baby," she breathed out, thinking it had been way too long since she'd had him. She never wanted this to end, but damn it she wanted her hands on him. She disengaged her fingers from his hair, pushing his head back slightly, shivering as she did so. She slid off the desk and immediately sank to her knees.
"My turn," she breathed out, wasting no time in unfastening his pants and running her hands over his body. "God I've missed you," she whispered before she set about to making him as crazy as he made her.
Harper Reid - February 25, 2012 05:11 AM (GMT)
She murmured 'damn, baby', even as she slipped her hands from his hair pushing him back slightly, even as she slid down from her spot on the desk to drop immediately to her knees. She spoke again, and though her voice was low, he was pretty sure she'd just declared it her turn, and who was he to argue? She wasted no time in unfastening his belt then his jeans before running her well-manicured hands over his flesh, and he shuddered as her quietly whispered words blew hot air against him. Bayleigh set about making him crazy, but if the truth were told, it wouldn't be a far trip for him. Truly, there was nothing he wanted more than this physical connection with his woman.
She continued to drive him mad in the best ways possible, but this was going to be a short trip toward madness. His hands wound into her hair, and when her eyes shot up to meet his, Harper knew this for what it was; Bayleigh Jacobs trying to force him to snap. This time, he supposed, he could oblige her. He clutched her hair tighter, stroking into her mouth for a few endless moments before finally tugging her gently to her feet.
"Come here, gorgeous....it's not gonna' go down like that." Harper all but growled at her, even as he was lifting her up onto the desk, slipping smoothing between her legs. His eyes caught and held hers, even as he tugged her hips forward to the edge of the desk, flipping up her skirt for a better view for his slightly-perverted eyes before he slid flush with her. Their bodies tangled, moving together even as his body shuddered. "I love you, Jacobs." He murmured, even as he lowered his lips to hers for a fervent kiss.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - March 1, 2012 02:34 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh loved everything about this man. The texture of his skin, the way he tensed up when she moved a certain way, the absolutely intoxicating flavor of him. She could stay like this forever she was certain, making him crazy. She relished the taste of him, teasing him until he was gripping her hair and using her mouth the way she had driven him to.
Soon he was growling at her, telling her it wasn't going to go down that way. "Oh I don't know," she said saucily. "It seemed like it was going down just fine," she told him with a wink, laughing softly as he hauled her up and put her back on the desk. He slipped in between her legs, shamelessly splayed wide as his eyes locked with hers.
He flipped her skirt up, staring at her with those hungry eyes even as he slid smoothly into her. She struggled to keep her eyes locked with his as they met flush, skin to skin. "Holy fuck," she breathed out, feeling like it had been eons since they had been this close. He told her that he loved her, moving his mouth to hers as her eyes fluttered closed and completely submitted to his kiss.
Their mouths waged war for long moments before she could catch a breath to tell him that she loved him right back. "Baby.. we've got all night to go slow. But I need you now.." she all but begged him, squeezing around him for good measure so that he could feel exactly how much. She leaned up, slipping her lips to his throat and then down to his shoulder where she bit down sharply. "You know you've missed me," she egged him on. "You know you've been thinking about this moment..." she whispered as her tongue traced the tiny sting on his skin.
"You have me here, waiting and oh so willing... now are you going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me?" she asked him with an archly raised brow.
Harper Reid - March 2, 2012 02:37 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh taunted him, stating the obvious when she said that he'd missed her, but it was her nearly pleading words about how she needed him now that did it. It stoked a fire that perpetually burned inside of him for her; the taste of her lips; the smell of her hair, the feel of her all pressed up against him like this; it was all nearly too much. "Fuck, gorgeous....you know the answer to that already." Harper whispered with a slightly smug smirk, even as he slid his own hands down to slide his pants down, kicking them off quickly before sliding forward once more. "You want to hear me say it though, don't you?" He murmured between kisses, never giving her a chance to answer before he spoke again. "I want to fuck you, gorgeous."
With those words, he shifted, driving himself deep into her, gasping aloud at the contact that he's almost convinced himself he didn't need so desperately. In truth, he needed this like he needed air to breathe; not a choice or a desire, but a necessity. "God; I've missed you so much." Harper all but growled, even as his lips trailed down her neck then back up, nipping at her ear just to hear that little hiss that he knew she'd make. He shifted slightly, tugging her forward just a bit more, even her legs wound and locked around him.
His hands slid up and over her torso, giving in to the purely male instinct to palm her breasts for a moment before he moved once more, teasing and taunting her flesh, even as he continued to thrust blindly into her, and their lips battled.
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - March 5, 2012 02:58 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh was sure that this qualified her as some kind of nympho pervert, that she got all tingly when Harper talked dirty to her. She was depraved she was positive, but she was also really damn needy right now. It had been way too long since she felt like this and she needed it- and him- in the worst way. So when he murmured against her skin that he wanted to fuck her, she shuddered as he drove in deep.
For a long moment they were there like that, flush together, skin to skin as she struggled to take in the breath that he had stolen from her. He growled at her, letting her known again how he had missed her, and his mouth trailed down her neck as she arched it for his access. His teeth grazed her ear, biting down lightly, a sweet sting that had her hissing at the contact. He tugged her forward, closer to the edge of the desk and she locked her legs around him, moaning softly.
"God Baby...its so fucking good," she whispered against his lips as they battled for dominance in this kiss. She was on fire, arching her back up when his hands slid up and teased her breasts, super sensitive thanks to the baby. She shuddered all over again, loving the feeling of him moving within her. But she wasn't going to let him drive her crazy like this until she'd had her say as well.
She unlocked her legs, giving him a little shove which made him tumble back into the chair. She chuckled at his surprised grin. "Did you really think you had won?" she asked him with an arch of her brow. She slid off the desk gracefully, moving her knees to either side of his legs as she leaned forward, tempting him to take a taste as she lifted her breasts for his hungry gaze. Just as he took the bait, she took her revenge, sinking down onto him with a hoarse cry.
Harper Reid - March 5, 2012 07:59 PM (GMT)
Bayleigh arched up into his touch, shuddering as she went, and he thought to himself that he'd never been so turned on in his life.He was just starting to truly lose himself in this amazing woman he'd been lucky enough to score when her legs unlocked around him. She shoved him back, and Harper took an unsteady step back, stumbling into the chair and sitting suddenly, even as she was sliding lithely from the desk to kneel on either side of him. She shifted up, offering her body up for the feast, and he could not deny her...or himself any longer. His eyes never left her flesh, or the way her hands held her supple body, even as he lowered his lips to just tease over her rosy peaks; first one then the other. Even as he did so though, she was sliding down onto his rigid flesh with a hoarse cry.
"Fuck, Gorgeous...you're naughty, aren't you." Harper murmured appreciatively, his lips never leaving her skin as he trailed back and forth over her body from breast to breast. He thrust in time with the rotation of her hips, his fingers digging in just a bit harder than necessary, but he was mindless to such things; mindless to anything but the feelings that she was drawing out of him at the moment.
Still; he was not so far gone that he didn't entirely plan on making sure that she fell apart before he did; and preferably for his ego's sake; more than once. "Fuck, Jacobs....I love it when you ride my cock. I love being inside you like this...good Christ, don't stop." Harper all but growled, knowing from the way she shuddered that she was loving this just as much as he was. "God, you feel so good, gorgeous."
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - March 9, 2012 03:48 PM (GMT)
There was something about the bite of Harper's fingers on her hips that made all of this so much sweeter. Sure it was a little sting, and she'd probably have fingertip sized bruises there hours from now, but the fact that he'd forgotten to be careful spoke volumes to Bayleigh about how in the moment her man was. She loved that she could drive him insane like this.
"Yes I am," she agreed in a breathy voice to his accusation that she was naughty. She so was, only with him. She leaned back just a little, loving to watch his mouth on her skin. She was only slightly depraved but god was it a hot sight. He was so fucking amazing, so perfect for her. How she'd almost let it go was beyond her.
And then he opened his mouth to speak against her skin, growling at her, telling her what he liked, not that she didn't know, but the crude words just made it that much hotter. "I never planned on stopping," she promised to him as she speared her hands through his hair, tugging his head up slightly so she could fasten her lips to his. She battled with his mouth for long gasping moments as she undulated her hips on top of him.
He shifted just slightly, catching her so off guard when he hit just that spot that she didn't even see it coming. The orgasm hit her hard and fast and she had to take her hands from his hair and grip the chair back as she cried out, trembling around him. But she didn't stop moving, if anything she moved more frantically, seeking that wave for as long as it would let her ride it out. "Oh fuck, Squared... sooo good," she mumbled as she buried her head against his neck.
Harper Reid - March 18, 2012 03:44 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh mumbled out how good this was as she buried her head against his neck, and he stilled himself slightly, giving her a moment to collect herself, but also giving him a second to grab hold of his control, hoping to God that he could hold out for at least a few minutes more here. "Fuck, gorgeous....you okay?" He teased, letting his finger tips trail over her spine. "Now....why don't you just...." Harper trailed off there, lifting her up off of his lap as he spoke. He stood himself as well before spinning her around and pinning her face down against the desk. "Yah, that's more like it, gorgeous." He finished, leaning over so that they were pressed flush against one another, his lips close to her ear as he spoke. With less finesse than he meant to use, he nudged her knees apart and slid himself home, winding a hand into her hair before she could even rotate her hips against him and tugging sharply, even as he leaned forward to whisper filth into her ear.
His Bayleigh writhed against him, all but moaning out at his words; so deeply were they effecting her. "You love it, don't you? You love being bent over this desk....maybe more so because of where we are. I know I love having you here....like this. I've been thinking about doing this again ever since the first time. If I wasn't partial to our own bedroom, I might tell you that we're just stayin' here tonight." He told her in a half-growl, even as he drove into her harder still.
"Fuck, gorgeous....I can't handle it...you feel too fucking good." Harper gasped, his hand sliding around the front of her body to tease over her aching flesh, his lips still mentally torturing her as he went. "You love that too, don't you? Though....I wonder if you'd like it more if..." Once again, Harper trailed off, sliding his hand away from her center to come up on top of the desk to cover her hand, drawing it down and over her own body with his. When their joined fingertips teased over her flesh once more, Bayleigh hissed and he could only chuckle quietly in her ear. "I knew you'd like that better, gorgeous."
Bayleigh Rae Jacobs - March 18, 2012 04:38 AM (GMT)
Bayleigh was floating back down to earth, and mildly irritated that Harper wasn't floating back down with her. In fact he looked strained, which told her that he hadn't fallen off the cliff with her. She pouted a little as he asked her if she was okay. His fingers trailed over her spine, making her shiver before he started talking again, the words trailing off as he stood suddenly.
He lifted her from his lap, making her protest audibly. But then he was pinning her down against the desk, her face pressed against the cool wood as he leaned over her, her back to his front. His mouth was against her ear and his hands wound into her hair as he nudged her legs apart. Before she could even respond to the words, he was sliding in deep and she couldn't help but moan loudy and press slightly against him.
"Holy fuck," she said out loud as he whispered in her ear. Terrible things... wonderfully wicked things. God he knew her too well. He told her that she loved being bend over the desk like this, that he would stay here with her if he didn't like their bedroom so much. She loved that right now he wasn't thinking about the baby, was only thinking about how hard he was driving into her right now.
"You know I love this, god help me but I love being your little slut... you feel so fucking good," she moaned out as he told her that he couldn't handle it. He was still talking as his hands reached around to torment her and she gasped, pounding her fist against the desk before he wondered aloud, grabbing her hand in his. He pulled it down over her, teasing their joined fingers over her. She hissed, how could she help it. It was so fucking hot.
"Oh yes.." she breathed out, their fingers moving over her flesh. She couldn't help but slide her fingers over him as well, loving the way he felt pounding her into the desk. She was a sick pervert, but damn if she wouldn't happily go up in flames. She felt a deep stirring, an impossible burn that told her it wasn't long till she would fall over again. She was determined it wouldn't be alone this time.
Payback was a bitch afterall. "You know you don't want to wait anymore.." she teased him with an undulation of her hips. "You know you want to fuck me until we break something." Her hand slipped over him again. "You want to come so bad, I can feel it. Use me baby.." she trailed off on another moan.
Harper Reid - March 19, 2012 03:00 AM (GMT)
Harper was completely aware of what she was trying to do when she teased him about how he didn't want to wait anymore, and moved her hips with renewed vigor. She continued on about how he wanted to fuck her so hard they broke something, and while that might be true; they weren't there yet. His mind was still stuck back at the beginning of her little speech. "You like to be my little slut, do you, Jacobs?" Harper asked, his voice almost conversational though it took an awful lot of effort when her fingers were teasing over his flesh as well as her own. "Why don't you show me?" he asked, his eyes narrowed to all but desperate slits. Suddenly he slipped away from her, knowing without needing to see her face that Bayleigh was pouting over the sudden feeling of emptiness. He turned her in his arms and lifted her once more onto the desk, stepping immediately between her legs. "Let's see you be my slut, gorgeous....touch yourself. I wanna watch you, you dirty girl. You know you love it...you know you love touching yourself like this. For me." He murmured, even as he stroked a hand over his own flesh as his eyes all but devoured her. "I love the way you look, Jacobs." He whispered, even as he stepped closer still to her, his eyes never leaving that hand that was strumming over her body frantically.
Harper leaned in, nipping at her lips before soothing away the sting with his tongue. "You want it bad, don't you gorgeous?" He wondered between kisses. "You want me to fuck you. Hard and rough. You want me to use you like the little slut you love being don't you?" He asked, even as he teased his own stiff flesh over her center; brushing teasingly against both her damp flesh and her fingertips. "You know what I want?" He asked, his voice still maddeningly even. "I want a taste." He whispered harshly, grabbing her hand in his and drawing her fingers up to his lips, drawing them into his mouth and teasing over them with his tongue before he released her fingers and slid deep inside of her. "You love it, huh?" He asked, his voice low and his lips close to her ear. "You want me to fuck you harder?" He asked further, wrapping his arms securely around her and pulling her hips closer to the edge of the huge mahogany desk.
"I don't wanna wait anymore." Harper murmured, echoing Bayleigh's words verbatim, even as he encouraged her hips to move in tandem with his. "I wanna use you, you dirty girl. I wanna fuck you hard." He all but growled, his own pleasure bubbling up inside of him.
