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       Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: August 25, 2017, 7:16 pm
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       Spray gently in her hold, while her free hand rested carefully
       above the petals to prevent any damage, she waited patiently
       before being given the okay to go on backstage into the meet and
       greet area. Although she had enjoyed the show and was herself an
       enormous fan of the band, particularly its frontman, it was
       currently her duty to present them all with the flowers their
       fans had gifted them from her dainty little florist just outside
       of the arena itself. Helene had organised said flowers into a
       spray in order to make it easy for herself to carry, but each
       flower came with a small card attached to it, indicating whom it
       was from, with a brief little message there for their favourite
       band member. She had been paid a decent amount to deliver these
       in person and though it had been a task trying to get by
       security even after explaining her appearance at such a venue,
       she produced enough evidence that she was just a simple florist
       and not a suicide bomber. She didn't much look the part of
       either, because she had dolled herself up enough to at least
       look presentable before such a well known group.
       The loose leather jacket over torn netted tights was all any of
       them could see, before she turned to face the door that had just
       been opened for her to walk through. There, her outfit was
       complete with a white crop and black school skirt that barely
       touched mid-thigh, but none of them made any remarks about that.
       Why would they? It wasn't often they were treated to a sight
       like that, at least not up close and personal and as the young
       woman entered the room, they were all smiles as she offered them
       one in return. The flowers in her arms were set down on a sturdy
       enough looking cabinet pressed against one of the far walls and
       as she studied the selection, she made a mental note of which
       belonged to who. Thankfully, it had already been run by the
       guys, else they might have looked more than a little perplexed
       as to why this fan had such a collection of flowers with her.
       None of them even outright suggested it was a girly thing that
       they receive such a gift from their fans, because they
       appreciated the kindness far too much and it enabled them to
       feel good about themselves.
       Pulling out the daffodils and the freesias first, because all
       band members had been gifted with one of those each, she handed
       them out as though she was handing out sweets during that fine
       autumn evening that happened only once a year and it drew a
       smile across her features as each of them thanked her, though
       they still looked somewhat confused. Next, she lifted a bundle
       of heather from the spray and handed out a strand to each member
       yet again, her smile fixed in place but her mind wandering into
       professional mode. Finally, she carefully removed five single
       red roses from the bundle and handed one to each member, smile
       reaching her eyes now as she looked up at them all, shifting a
       little deeper into work-mode as she explained the purpose of and
       meaning behind each flower they had been given. It was the only
       way she had wanted to run her florist and everyone who entered
       was given a free guide to literal floral definitions, ergo
       making it much easier for them to pick out flowers for any
       occasion they could think of. It was also a nice way to bond
       with the customers.
       '  I hope you like them. I remember every fan that came in this
       week asking for a specific flower to give to you all. It was the
       sweetest thing and, well, here I am. I didn't think I would be
       in your presence myself, but the devotion of your fans has just
       opened new doors for me,  ' she was gentle in tone, soft in
       approach and all around timid, though expressing herself in ways
       that even the most confident of folk would not be able to manage
       when standing before idols.
       The slight buzz of conversation had drifted now that most others
       had been escorted out of the meet and great area, and after a
       brief chat with Helene as well, they made a notion to leave. A
       faint pout appeared, but it was visible only to the frontman,
       though she did not notice that recognition until the other four
       had parted from the area after uttered words with their bandmate
       whom was choosing to hang back a little while longer. By this
       point, the woman had turned back to the now almost empty spray
       on the cabinet and smiled sadly at the flower that she had
       intended to give to Joey if the others did disperse to talk with
       other fans, but she had arrived too late for that and caught
       them all together, unfortunately. Pulling the pairing of an
       orange rose and mauve carnation from off of the cabinet, she
       lifted them and inhaled, smiling sweetly and allowing herself to
       imagine how he might have reacted. Of course, she would have had
       to explain to him what their true meaning was, which might have
       been harder then given that the focus would solely be on her,
       but she had wanted to try.
       '  Hey——thanks for doing this.. it means a lot. I'm sure our
       fans would be happy to know their gifts got to us safely and
       you're a star for doing this,  ' came the male voice she knew
       well, although in person it sounded infinitely more provoking of
       certain waves of emotion, that she was now struggling to hide on
       noting that he was still in the same space.
       '  I have two left over, though they are not from the same group
       as the others. I picked these ones out myself and I .. am
       actually glad that you stuck around. They're for you,  ' she
       stated, eyes trained on the ground beneath their feet now that
       she was only in his presence and not the rest of the group.
       Heart hammering a mile a minute, she finally looked up and
       spotted the puzzlement on his face as he pondered their meaning
       and drawing in a breath, she began to speak again. '  Passion,
       desire, fantasies.. lustful wantonness.  '
       Joey cocked his head toward his left shoulder, regarding her in
       silence for a moment before a sad, albeit kind smile, settled
       across his face. This sent her into a whirlwind of inward trauma
       as she anticipated the rejection that was about to hit her in
       ways she wasn't fully prepared for. It would have made more
       sense to hand those to him and conveniently label them as
       something less explicit, but that would have defeated the point
       of her actually making an effort to come here tonight.
       '  Thank you——I wasn't aware that anyone still found us guys
       attractive at our age,  ' he chuckled, stepping in a little
       closer until he could almost hear the rapid breathing that
       parted from her lips every time he said something to her, or
       looked at her a certain way that, to her, was suggestive of the
       fact that he more than appreciated the affection.
       Helene blindly reached out and leaned in toward him then,
       fingers clasping around the joining sides of his own leather
       jacket and gazing up at him expectantly, though she knew full
       well he had only thanked her and nothing more. Expressions were
       so hard to read these days and in her sorry state of thinking
       she could get somewhere with someone like him, she had believed
       he actually wanted her in return. His lack of movement or
       response to her action for those few quiet seconds made her
       regret coming here full stop. It was unlike her to come off as
       that needy in general, but to be like that right now, after
       having acted accordingly mere minutes before in front of the
       whole group, made her question her own sanity.
       '  You're just a kid..  ' he managed, hands remaining at his
       sides, although he wished he could detach her from himself and
       inflict some distance between the two. It was, however, made
       difficult by the yearning he did feel deep down that told him he
       should give in and go for what she wanted, because somewhere in
       there, he wanted it, too. '  I couldn't..  ' again, he spoke in
       such a manner that suggested he wasn't coherent or sure of
       himself, and that was when she made a move.
       '  No, your fans, the ones that bought those flowers for you
       all, they are kids. I'll be thirty in just over four months,  '
       she confessed, standing up on her toes a little in order to
       reach enough to press her lips flush against the corner of his
       mouth, and all she did was linger there a while, allowing him to
       make the next move, if he wanted to.
       '  You're 29? Jesus .. you don't look it,  ' he complimented,
       almost purring in response to her kiss and how close her frame
       was to his own, as his arms immediately wound around her middle,
       pulling her in that little bit tighter. His head barely shifted
       to the left, not allowing her to move away fast enough as his
       mouth covered hers and he pushed himself forward until her back
       hit the nearest wall just a few steps away. '  Why would you
       want this from a guy old enough to be your father?  ' he was
       genuinely curious, but it didn't pause the peppering of kisses
       he had begun along her jawline.
       '  You make it sound like the worst thing in the world. My
       father is two years older than you, so I suppose it's close
       enough in age, but you're not my father .. never seen you in any
       way other than for, well..  ' she trailed off, lifting her eyes
       to look up at him as soon as he pulled back to listen to her.
       There was a twinkle in his eyes that she knew was one of
       interest, because no man would believe they could catch a twenty
       nine year old, someone more than twenty years their junior.
       Joey took the hint, arms unwinding from her waist as his hands
       descended along the curves of her body, down to her thighs and
       back up to her waist, where he hoisted her up and pinned her
       again, using only his hips to keep her in place. This dragged a
       long mewl from the young woman and he lunged forward, lips
       attatching themselves to her neck as her head fell back; her own
       hands reaching up and into his shoulder length hair. She was as
       lost in the moment as he was, so much so, it took a moment to
       register that he had somehow torn a larger, non-fashionable hole
       in her tights and forcefully pressed his pelvis heavily between
       her open legs, winding his hips back and forth to entice several
       sounds from her gut.
       '  Are you sure those flowers were from fans?  ' he chuckled,
       words uttered just barely above her loud panting and tight
       clinging to the leather jacket he was fast wanting to drop on
       the floor on account of the heat. '  Not just your idea of
       finding a way into the meet and greet?  ' these words were said
       in a joking manner, but he realised with her mind fuzzy from
       feeling, she might not respond appropriately to it.
       '  Of course they were! I'm not .. that bad. .  ' she managed to
       get out, breathing quick and uneven as she released him from the
       jacket he wore, whilst dropping her own down to the floor. The
       dress shirt he wore beneath the jacket was just as bothersome
       and without asking permission, she got to work on unclasping
       each button, much to his amusement.
       '  I'd believe you, if you were honest with me. Tell me what you
       expected when you first walked in here?  ' he pondered, but the
       grin carved across his face was an indication that he was purely
       taunting her. Joey didn't give her any room to answer him back
       as he swooped in again, as soon as half his shirt was undone and
       she was struggling to get the remaining few unbuttoned. The
       second kiss lasted several moments this time and his hands began
       to wander freely again, trailing up the crop top she wore and
       ripping her up over her head, tossing it somewhere across the
       room.
       '  I just wanted to meet you,  ' she offered, eyes flashing as
       his mouth trailed kisses now down her neck and lower, around her
       cleavage and back up again, slow in movement as he moved right
       back up to her mouth for a little peck.  ' You,  ' she added,
       making it quite clear that, although she did love the band as a
       whole, he was, without competition, her favourite.
       '  You wanted to meet me? Just to . . talk, about the music?  '
       his expression was difficult to read now, but the tone of his
       voice suggested he knew full well he was playing around and so,
       she took no offense to his teasing, as it was already quite
       clear what her current intentions were, though they hadn't been
       prior to her arrival, of course.
       No one ever thought they could be as lucky as she felt right
       there, and she was still having a hard time coming to terms with
       the fact that he had kissed her back. Helene gripped onto his
       shoulders as he hoisted her higher up on his thighs, hands
       firmly planted against the wall on either side of her waist, to
       keep her from falling. This motion was met with him tearing the
       zipper of his jeans down in haste and shuffling about for a
       solid minute, before he fixed his gaze dead on the woman.
       Helene coiled her arms a little around the back of his neck, the
       fingers of one hand curling into his hair to hold onto
       something, and she gave a nod. '  ——please,  ' was all she said
       to him, acknowledging the soft smile and welcoming the
       tenderness in the third kiss, that was vastly different from the
       lustful force of the two before it.
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       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: August 25, 2017, 9:18 pm
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       I've have a new ship and it's this! Helene & Joey forever
       dammit! I just...where...how...Gah! More! All the smut, the
       emotions, the love I must have it all!
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       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: August 28, 2017, 7:44 am
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       (  I just noticed some translations are showing incorrectly / I
       will resolve this shortly  )
       Fall on your knees . O' hear the angel
       voices . O' night divine . O' night, when Christ was born
       Helene fell heavily into the worn chair beside the dining table,
       a miserable puff of air releasing from her lungs as she settled
       her elbows on the top of it, resting her chin atop the heel of
       one hand. For several hours leading up to Christmas Eve, she had
       been decorating their shared home with all manner of blue and
       silver items she had found stored away in a few boxes. It wasn't
       done to such an extent that it looked overwhelming, but would be
       enough to make any guests smile and find themselves deep within
       the spirit of the season. It had lifted her low mood all day,
       but as soon as the sky had begun to darken and the stars could
       not be seen for so many dark clouds covering their usual
       twinkle, she fell quickly into a slump. Silent Night drifted
       slow and steady through the building from a local church just
       down the road, and tears dripped softly down her cheek, though
       she had been willing away her sadness over spending such a
       festive time with him.
       Standing from her perched heap on the chair, she padded quietly
       into the living area and found a comfortable spot on the sofa
       instead, flicking the switch until the television sprang to life
       and displayed a live performance of a Christmas choir. Noting
       the tones and wisps of Welsh pronunciation, she smiled some and
       thought of the blonde she knew in Llandudno, and hoped that his
       night was better than her own. Laying back, though she had
       dressed accordingly and didn't want to crinkle her outfit, she
       rested her head against the cushioned arm of the sofa and
       listened contently to the melodies pouring from the set just
       across the room, that was now above that of the nearby church.
       The First Noel filtered around the room and for a few bars, she
       decided to sing along, the emotion it pulled from her both
       lifting her spirits and dampening them even further as she
       thought of the man she was missing the most, pining so hard for
       him that further tears rolled down her face.
       A knock sounded from the front door and several more followed,
       but the male checked the time on his phone after waiting a
       little over five minutes for a response and grew puzzled when he
       noted it was a little after midnight. Joey knew well she was one
       to stay up all night waiting for his return, so the lack of
       answering of the door sent him into a panic as he reached for
       his keys and let himself into. Dropping his bags at the door, he
       kicked off his shoes and stepped into the hallway, calling out
       for her and realising it eased his panicked state none, as
       again, she did not answer him. As soon as he set foot in the
       living area, his frown lifted and brows uncreased from the
       concern they had been filled with, and he smiled warmly at the
       sight. There, on the sofa and well away with the fairies, though
       dressed to the nines, was his lady love. A soft sigh left him,
       as he shuffled out of his jacket and lay it on the arm of the
       nearest chair, before crouching down to where she lay.
       In her peaceful state, the male was reluctant to wake her, but
       he knew that given how light of a sleeper she could be, he
       wasn't going to have much of a choice in the matter anyway.
       Gently, one hand reached out and fingers pushed back some of the
       loose locks of brown that were hanging over her eyes, and as
       soon as the warmth of his skin came into contact with her own,
       eyes just barely fluttered open a crack, before widening as her
       mouth fell slightly open in surprise. Helene wasn't given much
       of a chance to say anything to him, though, because in
       retaliation to her open mouth, the just as wanton male lunged
       forward and covered it with his own, tongue invading what was
       open for him and finding much gratification in the sounds she
       made. One of his hands held the back of her head and he rose
       from his knees, shifting over and onto the sofa until he lay
       above her. It was difficult to pull himself away from the kiss,
       but as he did so, he simply gazed down at her, everything she
       would have asked him about tonight being answered with the look
       in his eyes, and she only nodded in understanding.
       '  I tried to wait up. I'm sure I did, what time is it? I must
       have fallen asleep listening to that choir,  ' she felt foolish
       for having not taken herself up to bed if she had been so tired
       anyway, and seeing that the television had turned itself off,
       she realised her slumber must have been well over two hours now.
       '  Forgive me?  ' she added, reaching up to pull him back down
       for another kiss, as her fingers curled into the material of his
       shirt.
       '  What am I forgiving you for? You fell asleep, love, that's
       not a crime. Besides, finding you here all dressed up and asleep
       as you'd been waiting so long, was nice to come home to,  ' he
       smiled, having moved barely an inch away from her lips so that
       he could speak. How close he was, still, had her eyes trained on
       his own lips as he spoke each word and a faint blush spread on
       her cheeks when she noticed what she was doing. '  You missed
       me?  ' he asked, though he knew well the answer to that.
       '  Mm,  ' was all she offered him then, pulling him down so hard
       that their teeth clashed together and both groaned and laughed
       for a solid two minutes until piping down and leaving little
       pecks on one anothers lip every so often. Helene was plenty
       content to just continue staring up into his eyes, as they were
       gazing right back down into her own and dazzling her as they
       always did. Another blush spread across her cheeks and the woman
       pulled her lower lip between her teeth to look coy.
       '  Hn? What are you wanting, princess?  ' he slipped easily into
       dom mode as soon as he caught that look in her eyes, one that he
       had been missing for the last three months without her. His own
       ability to remain patient as long as possible was failing and he
       swooped in for another kiss, soft, slow and trailing down her
       neck, where he remained for a few moments more as he waited on
       her to answer him. A feat that was made almost impossible for
       the woman who was now a mewling mess.
       '  Joey . .  ' she breathed, yelping at the quick nip he offered
       when his teeth plucked a small amount of flesh from her neck and
       he grunted, pushing his pelvis into hers with such force,
       another muffled sound escaped her as this time, she tried to
       silence herself by keeping her lips tightly sealed. He wouldn't
       have that, though. '  ——sorry, Daddy.  '
       A pleased grin relaxed the bite he had initiated and he pulled
       away from her neck to bump his nose against hers, eyes closing
       as a gentle sigh seemed to ease away every ache in his body from
       the long journey home. Helene noted the tension in his frame and
       whilst he settled himself in the crook of her neck, laying only
       half on her and half on the sofa as she shuffled over, her hands
       came up to get to work. One burrowed fingers in his shoulder
       length hair that was surprisingly tame given the season, and the
       other hand travelled across his back, finding all the knots and
       kneading them out as one content gasp after another and his
       heated breath filtered into her ear. The woman tried not to
       react to the feeling, because the most important thing in that
       moment was making sure that he was comfortable, in case he
       actually ended up pulling something.
       '  Jag älskar dig, så mycket. Thank you for loving me back,  '
       he purred, the softest of kisses in a non-suggestive manner,
       pressed against her jawline until she turned her head just an
       inch, eyes searching his own when a smile stretched her lips
       wider than he had seen before. There was a twinkle in her eyes
       akin to that of the stars against the harsh blackness of the
       night sky and he knew, somehow, he had fallen so deeply into
       something he didn't even want away from.
       '  I love you, too, very much. But, why are you thanking me for
       loving you? Have you ever met yourself?  ' she playfully jested
       as her knuckles continued to knead against the taught muscles in
       his lower back, until a louder and much more pronounced
       appreciation of her efforts left him, in his native language.
       She didn't understand that one, because he had only taught her
       the phrases that were most common with him, and as she had never
       inflicted such joy before, that one was unknown.
       '  Sorry,  ' he chuckled, passing over her question because he
       knew she would only slip into a lengthy debate about how he was
       perfect and that it was she who should be thanking him. '  That
       felt good,  ' he added, stretching his back out as he lay over
       her and realised the kinks had all gone. Whatever she had done
       while he lay there, had worked wonders.
       '  Älska med mig,  ' she almost whined, impressing him with a
       term he had no idea she knew, and the look on her face suggested
       she had learnt a thing or two while he was away, no doubt to
       please him and make his life easier . . although the male spoke
       excellent English himself, so there was never a worry about
       miscommunication. '  Jag vill känna dig inuti mig. It's been
       almost four months,  ' she was fully whining now and a pout
       rested on her features.
       '  You've been busy..  ' he remarked, brows quirking up in
       approval as she spoke it so fluently and the words were some he
       had never heard before from a partner, so the tightness in his
       jeans came back tenfold from minutes before when he had first
       climbed over her tired body. He knew that they were both tired,
       but he also knew that they both wanted more out of the night
       than just a kiss and a cuddle and a few sweet words for pleasant
       slumber.
       Helene could settle with just those things, as could he, but as
       they hadn't seen one another in almost half a year, their mutual
       needs were at the top of the list of ways to invite Christmas
       Day. The idea of doing things that way amused him, when he
       thought of it in that sense; it was like christening every room
       in a house, except they would be welcoming the most wonderful
       time of the year with something less rowdy, but just as sacred,
       depending on who you asked. For the woman, sexual acts were
       heightened by the thoughts she gave to them, and for the male,
       he just enjoyed the experience so much that he ended up taking
       full control of the situation and delighting both of them
       equally all at once. He had a tendency to get caught in the
       moment at times and it took her a good minute of shouting his
       name to get him to slow things down before he realised she
       wasn't yelling purely out of passion or in the midst of an
       orgasm, though she did end up with multiple by the time he was
       done.
       '  I thought you might appreciate it . . especially stuff like
       that,  ' she was behaving in a very coy manner again, but he
       always saw right through that, and now was no different. There
       was a fire so burning hot in her gaze that it couldn't be seen
       as anything other than **** me eyes, that he knew well when they
       were fixed on him via the brunette.
       '  Oh, you have no idea——jag behöver dig nu,  ' he rasped,
       reaching down to unfasten, unzip and kick down his jeans only
       halfway down his knees out of impatience. Though he noticed her
       reach down as well to ruffle some of her clothing for him, he
       beat her to it and raised her hands above her head, pinning them
       tight to arm of the sofa and telling her without words that if
       she moved them, she would be paying for slowing him down.
       Palms trailed down her arms, down the outside of her body and
       paused at her calves before gripping the ends of her dress to
       slide it slowly up her frame. He paused then, having been
       watching her face for any reaction, when he spotted the slogan
       on her flimsy piece of underwear and all he could manage was a
       laugh. Naughty girls get more toys. Joey was still grinning as
       he shook his head and mumbled something about knowing that was
       indeed a fact, at least in her case, though she had never been
       all that naughty around him until recently. The male understood
       her timid behaviour, though, and had managed to pull her just a
       little ways out of her comfort zone and into one that could be
       fun for the both of them. Problem was, now that he had unleashed
       that side of her, she was almost on par with how filthy he could
       be in the bedroom, but never the same.
       Noting the ribbon ties at the side of her ribs, he delicately
       untied and slipped the dress off of her, revealing a bra
       matching in colour and as he glanced over the set now in full,
       as well as the blush donning her cheeks that also matched in
       tone, he leaned over her. Still clothed, though his jeans were
       halfway down his legs, she felt every little rub of material
       against her exposed flesh as buttons from his shirt pressed into
       her skin, each time he lowered to kiss the air from her lungs.
       He did this often, when he wanted her weak enough in the limbs
       to not fight for dominance, because on this night, he was too
       tired to really play for longer than was necessary for either of
       them. Joey wanted what he wanted, and he wanted it as quick as
       possible.
       Helene could see that, as every time she opened her mouth to
       speak when he let her breathe again, he dove right back in and
       it took all of two minutes tops to have her so lightheaded, she
       was trying with some struggle to keep her eyes fully open and
       not clouded over with lust and the wanton he had ignited even
       further. Still behaving herself, however, her hands remained
       above her head, even when he moved his kisses, at last, down her
       neck, between her breasts and continued on down her stomach,
       peppering little kisses here and there, sometimes earning a
       giggle from how much it tickled.
       '  Joey ..  ' she whined all over again, repeating his name in
       either soft whimpers or loud mewls that enticed him all the
       more, as he tore down her underwear after chuckling one final
       time at the slogan, and kissed his way back up from her knee, to
       the building heat between her legs. Pressing one closed mouth
       kiss flush against her, he had to reach out and pin her legs to
       the sofa in order to keep them from kicking out, as was a reflex
       she often struggled with, because he didn't want a black eye.
       '  Shh, princess——  ' he cooed, his hold on her legs relaxing
       but he kept them down on either side of him as he sunk lower
       between her legs, now parting her folds using only his mouth and
       his nose, fighting against the urge to laugh at how needy and
       how loud she was, as well as the force at which her knees were
       trying to break free of his hold. '  Helene, stop,  ' he gave
       her a warning, as it had sounded to both of them, because his
       voice dropped to a tone he hadn't used with her before and that
       immediately stilled her legs and he moved his hands back up,
       gripping her hips instead to hold her steady.
       The almost command from him half scared the woman into freezing
       and she didn't dare look down in case the same demanding manner
       was written into his features as well. It did, however, rapidly
       build her want of him and he made a comment about it as his
       tongue was still firmly burrowed as deep as it could go, which
       in turn caused her hips to shift back and forth even in the hold
       he had on them. As he continued, finding himself latching on to
       her each time she tried to buck away from him for how it was
       almost too pleasurable, he grunted and growled so often, he
       eventually got pissed and moved up.
       '  That's gonna have to do if you won't stop moving,  ' he
       breathed, her scent hitting her face as he hovered over her and
       at that, she mewled yet again, yearning for him as her hands
       came back up in believing it was now okay to move, and tangled
       in his hair so tightly, he feared she might tear it out.
       '  I can't wait. I need you, now,  ' she pressed, lessening the
       tugging of his hair and drawing one of her legs up to his hip
       and pushing up against him, ripping a groan from the pit of his
       stomach and urging him toward kicking his jeans onto the floor,
       as well as shrugging out of his own underwear, which wasn't
       anywhere near as fancy or festive as her own.
       '  ——are you wet enough?  ' these words coupled with the heavier
       accent given how into the moment he now was, sent her over the
       edge and she ended up staring at him, mouth hanging slightly
       open and a smile in her eyes that wasn't on her lips.
       '  I've been like this all day waiting for you to come home,  '
       she was struggling to find her words now, because he was hard as
       all hell between her legs and just laying there, asking her
       questions and doing anything and everything but what she wanted
       him to do, and he eventually ended up grinning because he knew
       how much he was getting to her. '  Daddy,  ' she tried this
       instead, it said in such a baby voice as she pursed her lips
       together and tilted her head, exposing her neck to him in a
       submissive gesture that he could no longer find it within
       himself to ignore.
       '  Du är så trängseln, älskling. It's cute,  ' he remarks,
       lowering to hover just over her mouth as he speaks and without
       any kind of verbal warning, he navigates down under where she
       cannot see, but he can feel everything he needs to feel and had
       done it so many times before, he knew he wouldn't miss, he
       pushes himself all the way inside her.
       A grunt sounds from her throat and for a split second, eyes
       rolls into the back of her head as she attempts to adjust,
       shuffling on the sofa beneath him as her body, already begins to
       tremble with some sort of delayed pleasure response that he
       finds comical, but so does she. By her gentle nudging cries to
       move, he rocks his hips slowly back and forth, around in small
       circles and keeps one hand on her raised leg for ease of access.
       The sofa was perhaps not the best place, for how cushioned it
       was and difficult to properly move about on, but neither were
       having thoughts of making it up to the bedroom in time.
       #Post#: 3330--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: August 29, 2017, 5:32 pm
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       (  i'm not sure if it's the season of
       smut but we have another  )
       '  Josef, we're staying on the ninth floor, what are you . .  '
       she piped up, suddenly very aware of how he had moved forward to
       push the stop button before turning in silence to regard her,
       with an expression she couldn't read.
       He didn't say anything, rather, continued to move closer as she
       backed right up until she could go no further. Eyes trained on
       his own, she finally recognised that look buried deep inside
       them; he wanted to be buried deep inside her, and she gulped. A
       knowing, timid bow of her head followed and she lowered her arms
       away from the defensive stance she had taken. Josef did not even
       smile in acknowledgement of her understanding this time, he
       simply closed all space between them and held his arms on either
       side of the elevator lift mirror behind her, trapping her in
       place. A grin finally curled his lips upward, but it didn't last
       very long. It disappeared as soon as it came along, but she just
       about caught it. Her nerves were eased some as he leaned
       forward, lips parted only slightly to close around the lobe of
       her ear, and he tugged gently with his teeth. Helene kept her
       hands in place, down at her sides as he would always tell her
       not to move until he was so caught in the moment, he would not
       feel the need to pin any of her limbs down, unless of course it
       was a part of their play.
       '  Mm . .  ' she was purring in response to the attachment he
       seemed to have, before his lips rode along her jaw, pressed a
       little peck to the tip of her nose, then kissed her full on the
       mouth to silence the sounds. His hands retreated away from the
       mirror because he wanted them on her, so that was what he did,
       tearing them away as fingers almost curled into her shirt. '  I
       thought you wanted to wind down and take a bubble bath,  ' she
       reminded him, words already slipping away.
       '  You're talking too much,  ' he offered, shifting forward
       again to kiss her right back into silence, and she complied,
       forgetting in that moment to keep her arms down at her sides, as
       her hands trailed up his chest and clung to his shoulders for
       some sort of support against the heavy fire that his kisses were
       filled with. And for once, he didn't seem all that bothered by
       her disobedience, as he so often referred to it. He could ignore
       it quite easily after spending all night wanting her.
       '  Hold onto me,  ' he suddenly growled, giving her all of a few
       seconds to really grip the jacket he wore, before he lifted her
       from the back of her thighs and held her with some stability off
       the lift floor, until she was sitting atop the silver handle
       bar, looking fairly uncomfortable as her skirt made it just so.
       The low groan she released amused him, but he didn't laugh at
       her misfortune, because he soon shifted her back down onto his
       hips and lowered, settling her down onto the floor instead.
       '  Thank you,  ' she whined with wanton, fingers dancing upward
       from his shoulders, to his hair, that was already a curtain over
       both their faces. A warm smile was present on her lips and a
       dash of pink coated her cheeks at the sight above her. He was
       beautiful, but no matter how many times she let him know, he did
       not believe it. All he did seem to believe in, though, was her
       own beauty, as well as his capabilities behind closed doors, in
       less public areas, whenever they had a bit of fun. '  I love
       you,  ' she breathed, brushing some hair away to properly stare
       up into blue eyes, so different from her own.
       '  Jag älskar dig, med,  ' he responds, a soft smile resting on
       his face as he leans down to offer another kiss, this one much
       more full of love than the lust mere moments before. He was
       still tied to the lustful state he had been in, but her
       heartfelt confession stilled that roaring river inside of him
       for as long as was needed, before kisses moved again along her
       jaw.
       Josef continued this, the tiniest of kisses pressed delicately
       against warm, tender flesh in a peppered manner, fleeting from
       one spot to another as he moved to cover every inch of skin he
       could find, before those doors opened again. They had a few more
       minutes until that happened and the hotel staff had managed to
       get it moving again from the mains. Every small mewl that she
       released was music to his ears, so he avoided stopping, but did
       end up using his hips to press himself between her legs, until
       every sound she let out was much louder than the one before it.
       '  Jos ..  ' she was panting now, tugging at the hair she had
       collected in both hands, though never hard enough that it was
       almost ripped from his scalp. Although, on occasion, that had
       been somewhat of an incident in the bedroom before. '  I can't
       wait,  ' she added, feeling liquid heat pooling in the area
       between her legs and noting with delight that he was slowly
       gliding her skirt higher up her legs, until she felt the rough
       material of his tight black jeans against her core.
       The woman neglected underwear that night, because it was date
       night and that meant, now and then, she was able to find a risky
       game or two to play with him while they were out, because it
       tormented him so much. Yet, she always knew he would never try
       anything while they were outside, although she had often tried
       to initiate such a thing. It did seem, however, that the idea of
       being caught on the floor of a lift, on top of your girl, with
       her skirt up at her waist, was less problematic to him and
       perhaps, it was simply the thrill of being caught without
       actually being arrested for public indecency.
       Josef ground himself down against her, finding it difficult to
       hold himself back completely with how loud she was, as well as
       how she tried to muffle the noise by burying her face into his
       shoulder, but as soon as he was hard enough, he moved off of her
       and reached for her hand. Helene lay there in a daze, lower half
       still exposed before he dragged the skirt down to cover her and
       hoisted her with some force back up again, lifting her this time
       over his shoulder as she yelped in surprise and beat gently at
       his back to be let down. He wasn't prepared to do that, though,
       and after waiting all of a few seconds for the lift to start up
       again and reach their floor, the doors sprang open and he almost
       bounded down the hallway to their room. The male half bounced
       into the door to get it to open after unlocking it, still with
       the woman over his shoulder and his hand slipped ever so
       casually higher and higher up her leg as she squirmed in an
       attempt to stop him.
       '  Be a good girl, or daddy won't give you what you want,  ' he
       reminded her, his amusement evident in the tone of his voice and
       the faint chuckle that followed his statement, and she
       automatically stilled her flailing limbs until they were back
       inside the room and he quite literally tossed her down onto the
       bed, crawling over her like the big cat that he was. '  I see
       you do as you're told when daddy's here——  ' he ruffled some
       feathers and noted the irritation in her eyes at his words.
       '  Well, papi is a lot more strict than Josef,  ' she retorted,
       pleased with herself for the quick comeback, but finding herself
       bowing down under the weight of his gaze, and the way in which
       he settled himself over her, elbows keeping him from laying
       fully over her now quivering form. '  I'm sorry . .  ' she
       apologised, making sure he knew she needed to be forgiven.
       '  Oh, don't worry . . you're too good all the time to be
       punished for one mishap. Besides, I want you, now,  ' he rasped,
       fighting with the buckle on his jeans before kicking the lot
       off, along with his shirt, that she was happy to help with.
       Next, her own shirt, which he tried to tear off with his teeth,
       but it hadn't worked in his favour, so she ended up raising her
       upper body to lift it and toss it herself. The skirt she wore,
       he simply untied at her hip and pulled it free from her body,
       laying down flat over her until they were both radiating heat
       and warming one another against the chill of the autumn air.
       Flipping the bedside radio on to drown out the noises he knew
       she would be making, because she was never silent, the
       scandalous, sultry melodies of nineties rnb filtered around the
       room, further progressing both their current states. They both
       met somewhere in the middle for a needy kiss, her hands tangled
       in his hair, whilst his roamed the outline of her body, fingers
       dancing over her skin the same way they danced over guitar
       strings. Helene emitted gentle giggles every so often when he
       tickled certain spots on her skin, especially around her hips
       and just below her abdomen. He eventually started chuckling as
       well, but soon silenced them both some moments after they were
       free of clothing and he brought one of her legs up to his waist,
       pressing down with force and slipping easily inside of her,
       groan mingled with her drawn out cry.
       '  Du är så skön,  ' he stated, groans deeper with every thrust
       of his hips, pounding her heavily into the mattress as her nails
       travelled down the expanse of his back and up again, though not
       breaking the skin. The rush of being tickled there sent him into
       more of an energetic spin and he really went to town on her,
       raising both her legs now until her knees hit the pillow and she
       screamed his name so loud, the radio playing made no difference
       anymore. His sexually affectionate term had been said many times
       before, so she recognised it now and knew, when he reached that
       point, this was likely to happen.
       '  *U*K . . .  ' she bellowed, legs beginning to shake as they
       were hooked over his arms whilst he kept her in place, still
       fast moving in his pace and grunting so often into her ear that
       she lost total control of her body. '  Josef,  ' she gasped,
       craning her neck back to breathe a little better given their
       current position and she drew her hands back away from his hair,
       reaching up to grab a hold of the headboard as he picked up the
       pace yet again, in order to stop the board from slamming into
       the wall and disturbing whomever had paid for a room next to
       theirs. Although, in a hotel, it usually wasn't a policy to
       silence guests, unless they really were obscenely violent in
       their bedroom behaviour and continued on through the night.
       '  Am I hurting you?  ' he asked, struggling to find his voice
       above the sounds she made, the smacking of the headboard and the
       heavy drumming of his heartbeat in his ears as he finally slowed
       his rhythm, just in time to find that both were close enough
       now, it took one final push for them to reach that release.
       Helene hadn't even managed to respond with words, as she had
       shook her head vigorously from side to side to say no, only to
       have him slow anyway and was, then, thankful that he did. Even
       as he cried out to the same tune she did, he continued to grind
       down into her, letting her legs go as they dropped to a lifeless
       state onto the mattress on either side of him. Every once in a
       while, as he moved inside of her, he noticed her whole body
       twitch as she rode out the orgasm and flinched when he leaved
       over her to kiss some life back into her system. Josef was half
       grinning and half smiling, whilst she barely managed to keep her
       eyes open from the intensity of what they had just experienced,
       and he pulled out sometime after, sprawling out beside her as
       she shuffled over to tuck herself close into his side. There
       were no more words, only the gentle sounds of breathing that
       tried to steady itself and the thrumming of hearts that slowed
       to a much more natural speed.
       #Post#: 3335--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: August 31, 2017, 12:43 pm
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       (  here we go again !  )
       Helene had shut herself in for almost three days now, too aware
       of the dark circle around her eye to even consider setting foot
       in her Florist shop just down the road. Even if she was reminded
       every morning by her best friend via a voice message, because
       she wouldn't even answer the phone, that she couldn't well leave
       the shop to its own devices and she would have to pay her rent
       somehow. Soft grumbles would leave her as she tossed a cushion
       at the phone every time it rang, thinking that it would somehow
       stop the consistent pressure, but she knew full well she was
       being ridiculous. Perhaps there was a way around the little
       ordeal that had happened prior to her locking herself in her
       apartment, but she doubted anyone would believe her, including
       Colleen. There was nothing that woman didn't know about her, and
       if she tried to lie and brush something off as nothing, the
       green eyed leprechaun would force the truth out of her, one way
       or another.
       As if by some supernatural force, thoughts of those phone calls
       seemed to send the device into the land of the living again, as
       it rang and rang and rang, only to stop after thirty seconds,
       then start right back up again. Pulling her lower lip between
       her teeth, as was a bad habit when nervous, the woman eventually
       realised she couldn't get away with this much longer, and she
       leaned over to answer the phone. The first words she heard made
       her feel so much guilt, she debated jumping from the balcony.
       Colleen had been trying day and night to get in touch with her,
       and the sheer panic in her voice, coupled with that heavy accent
       due to frustration and panic, sent Helene into another meltdown
       and she simply burst into tears. There was not a single person
       in this world that cared more for her than her best friend did
       and she felt the weight of her decision to not even try to
       contact her through all of this. It was, maybe, because she felt
       she was a big girl now and should be able to handle it on her
       own, without dragging everyone else down into the dirt with her,
       attempting to solve it.
       ' I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me? I haven't been very well
       over the last few days and I didn't want to move from my bed, '
       she lied through her teeth, hopeful that the conversation, as it
       was over the phone, would come across as genuine because her
       friend couldn't read the pain in her eyes, or see the darkened
       bruise on her face.
       ' You've been ignoring me for three days because you couldn't
       get out of bed to answer the phone? Hel, I've been calling your
       mobile as well and I know for a fact you keep that thing glued
       to your side. If you were in bed all this time, you would have
       reached over and grabbed it, ' the irish woman's words were
       laced with concern and dripping with that familiar twang that
       Helene knew meant she was beyond worked up over what was going
       on.
       ' Yes, I swear, Col. I've been aching that much all over, I
       haven't even been playing Sky Dancer on the regular as I usually
       do, ' she confessed, which was entirely true but the reason she
       had given before was false. Helene had tried to use that as a
       distraction from the terrifying thoughts that filtered in and
       out of her head at random, but it hadn't worked.
       ' Cage and I are in Scotland right now until the weekend, so I
       won't be able to come see you for two days, but I'm going to
       send your fella over to take care of you, so you better answer
       the door to him or so help me . . ' the other woman reprimanded
       her down the phone, uttered a speedy, sappy reminded that she
       loved her and hung up before Helene could even think about
       saying no. A lump rose in her throat out of fear regarding how
       Joey might react.
       The woman set the phone back in its holder and fell back against
       the sofa, bumping her head on the arm of it in the process and
       releasing a loud yelp for inflicting further damage. Eyes
       watered and she rubbed at the sore spot for a few seconds until
       the pain died down and she heaved herself up and into the
       kitchen to make a cup of coffee. If she was going to be dealing
       with this, finally, with someone close to her, she was going to
       need to be more alert than she was now. Colleen hadn't told her
       when her other half might be paying her a visit but she didn't
       doubt the urgency in her voice would have him knocking on the
       door within half an hour. A chuckle left her at the thought, and
       she realised she had been avoiding him as well, more so than
       anyone else, because of how she ended up with that black eye in
       the first place.
       Taking a quick glance at the clock hanging too high above the
       fireplace for her to reach, she noted that it was a little after
       eight in the evening and, after downing the coffee a little too
       quickly in order to find that rush she needed, the brunette
       scurried into her bathroom and took a shower, scrubbing away the
       dirt and grime that had built up over the few days she hadn't
       managed to really do anything productive. Hair tied up into a
       high ponytail and spun around in a clip to evade the water, she
       remained in there for a long while, relaxing under the warmth
       and the gentle pounding of the tiny fountain, easing her muscles
       and casting aside some of the built up tension she felt in her
       limbs. Forgetting the incident briefly, she smiled, a genuine
       and content sign that she was likely able to overcome this, even
       if it took a little while longer than most. It wasn't until a
       hammering of a knock sounded through the apartment, that she
       jolted back to the land of the living and hopped out of her
       comforting space. Wrapping a towel hurriedly around her frame,
       she pulled her hair free of the clip after noticing the spines
       were digging into her scalp, and padded out of the bathroom and
       toward the front door.
       No one usually dropped by without her consent or having arranged
       to see her, so she was certain there must be something wrong or
       it was perhaps a neighbour in need of assistance. Opening the
       door just a little, she showed half her face in the tiny gap so
       only her good eye was visible. On the other side, there stood a
       frantic looking Joey, decked out in black jeans and just as dark
       a leather jacket over a blue dress shirt. Helene was able to
       maintain her stability some by not jumping on the poor man for a
       much needed embrace, because she had it embedded in her brain
       that she could not let him see her face. The damage was only a
       patch of dark grey skin around her left eye, coupled with the
       odd tinge of purple and green, but if he saw that, he would
       potentially start yelling at her out of fury that she hadn't
       told him about it, or purely misplaced anger when he realised
       someone had lashed out and hit her across the face. Maybe she
       didn't have to tell him that detail, though.
       ' Oh, hey! Thanks for dropping by . . I'm really sorry Col
       bothered you with whatever she said over the phone, but I'm
       really doing okay, I just need to rest a couple days. Sorry I
       haven't been responding to your texts .. I didn't want to move
       out of my bed, you know? I need to keep myself wrapped up, warm
       and still in one place for a little while, ' she was mumbling,
       finding any excuse to avoid the fact that she had been beaten up
       by someone she never thought she would see again. It was unlike
       her to expect help or support from anyone when situations like
       this came around, and this was no different. ' I didn't want to
       bother you with anything because I knew you were recording with
       the guys. '
       Joey didn't offer any kind of verbal response, because he had
       been standing there just outside the door, watching her with
       hawk like eyes that questioned everything she was saying, as she
       said it. He wasn't gullible enough to believe her given how much
       uncertainty lay about her expression as she seemed to struggle
       with her words. They all came out so jumbled and almost forced,
       as she thought before she said something, and that was not
       necessary for truth, he figured. If she was hiding something, he
       wasn't going to leave her apartment building until he found out
       what that was.
       ' Are you going to let me in? ' was all he said, not giving her
       chance to answer before laying his hand on the door and pushing
       gently, noting that she spun around and turned her back to him,
       moving to walk into another room. The male was quick to close
       the door and pick up his pace to catch her, palms resting on her
       hips to keep her in place as he leaned forward, lips pressing
       down gently on her shoulder and finding some small happiness in
       her thrilled sigh. ' What's wrong, Helene? I don't know what
       I've done, but I'd like to remedy it if you tell me. '
       ' It's not you, at all. It's not anyone, really. I've just . . '
       she tried to find the words to tell him, but she couldn't work
       out how any of that might across, so in his arms, she spun back
       around to face him and had already anticipated the surprise and
       anger that appeared on his features as she did so. There was a
       mixture of both and it kept going from one to the other, as he
       reached out his hand to brush the back of his fingers over her
       bruised flesh, only to find her flinch in response. He cringed
       at that, moving forward instead to plant his lips at the corner
       of her eye, his other hand coming up as fingers burrowed into
       her wavy locks, cradling her against him so she couldn't move
       away whilst he offered some comfort.
       ' Joel? ' was all he said, pulling his lips away and lowering
       them to her own now, pulling her close against him and handling
       her in such a way, she forgot all about how the other male used
       to treat her, as well as the fact that he had barged into her
       apartment those few days before and so carelessly attacked her
       for something she couldn't help him with. The fact that Joey
       knew about him, as Helene had briefly mentioned it in passing
       before, made her heart swell. She would have imagined he might
       believe her if she said she walked into a door, but also knew he
       wasn't that docile. ' If he's ever unlucky enough to pay you a
       visit when I'm here, he'll end up looking so much worse, ' he
       promised, pulling a soft chuckle from her.
       ' See, that's exactly why I didn't want to tell anyone. I've
       tried for so long to get the court to keep him away, but somehow
       he always gets around the system and ends up catching me off
       guard, ' she rasped, the lump in her throat from before
       returning, as her eyes swelled with tears but she fought them
       off, glancing up at him as he watched her with such tenderness
       in his gaze, she could list off thousands of differences between
       him and Joel in a millisecond. ' I didn't want anyone to deal
       with my problems just because I haven't managed to solve them
       yet. I don't like to drag people down. '
       ' Älskling, you're worth so much more than you make out you are.
       I care about you so much——I love you, and you need to tell me
       when things go wrong, so I can be here for you and help you
       through them, ' he informed her, leaning down to cup her face in
       his hands as he pecked the end of her nose, before moving gentle
       kisses over each closed eye as she smiled in appreciation of his
       kindness and affection that she was sorely in need of. She
       hadn't thought to tell him straight off the bat, because she had
       no idea how he would react to finding out. He knew about Joel,
       but never the finer details.
       ' I love you——thank you for caring so much, ' she breathed,
       hands raising to rest at his sides for a moment as she closed in
       and settled into his arms, finding more comfort there than
       anywhere else. The only other time she had felt so at home was
       when her father used to hold her whenever she fell down as a
       young child, including times when she was older and needed a
       helping hand and a shoulder to cry on, if something had ruined
       her day. ' I'm sorry I couldn't defend myself. '
       ' Helene, look at me, ' he cooed, lifting her chin with his
       thumb and forefinger, until her sad eyes popped open to do as he
       asked, and after another kiss to her nose, he told her that no
       matter how brave anyone might be or how capable they were of
       taking care of themselves, there would always be deeper issues
       if someone went swinging for them. Joey couldn't bat down the
       anger still inside of him, but he kept it buried long enough
       whilst within her presence. ' I'm always here for you. I hope I
       do get to meet him one of these days. I'll have to move in and
       be your personal bodyguard, just as you try to be mine when it's
       date night and we're surrounded by paps, ' he chuckled, brushing
       a strand of hair away from her face.
       The woman laughed right along with him, recalling the few times
       she had attempted to shield him with her tiny frame, in
       comparison to his build of over six foot. It amused them both
       and the paparazzi, as it turned out, and they got away without
       any photographs being taken that evening. Lifting her arms, she
       coiled them around his neck until she could join her fingers
       there to keep from sinking down to the carpet under the heavy
       gaze he fixed on her, as silence entered the living area. Joey's
       expression shifted from amusement, to a gentle smile, to a
       straight face, but there were flames in his eyes. As she went to
       move away from the intensity of his stare, he kept her arms up
       by holding her wrists at the back of his neck and finding some
       joy again as the towel wrapped around her came loose, dropping
       gracefully to the floor at their feet. His eyes were trained on
       her own, though; a gentleman, he didn't actually move his gaze
       downward, because he knew what was there and he didn't need to
       make her feel uncomfortable right now. To make her blush,
       however, would be a nice addition.
       ' You're beautiful, ' he spoke, leaning down to meet her halfway
       as she lifted herself on her toes to reach him for a kiss, his
       hands coming away from hers so his arms could curl around her
       waist, pulling her tight against him and warming her body with
       the heat of his own. The jacket he wore smelt strongly of his
       cologne and she fell into a drunken stupor, pulling away from
       the kiss with swollen lips and dazed eyes, a light pink dusted
       over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
       ' No, you are, ' she replied, a silly little schoolgirl grin
       dancing over her face as she coyly pulled her lower lip between
       her teeth for the second time that night, reacting to the
       butterflies in her stomach as he moved in for another kiss, this
       one more heated than the last. Of course, given her fragile
       state, the musician refrained from touching inappropriately or
       pushing things too far, unless he knew she was completely okay
       to go ahead with that sort of thing. ' ——I know what you want.
       It's okay .. go ahead, ' she offered, eyes now full of life and
       lips pursed and full from his kisses.
       ' I don't want to pressure you if you're still recovering, ' he
       admitted, pecking her mouth and lowering his kisses down to her
       neck, delighting in the soft mewls that left her as he moved
       from one side to the other. Her fingers curled and uncurled in
       his shoulder length hair and he was paying close attention to
       the pattern there, finding that she tightened her hold when he
       passed over a certain spot and when he realised which spot that
       was, he remained there, suckling her flesh between his lips
       until she pushed her frame flush against his own, almost trying
       to climb him in her efforts to get closer.
       Joey wound up chuckling against her skin as she did this and
       eventually, hoisted her up from beneath her thighs, until she
       was clinging to him like a monkey. Hands held her at the waist,
       neglecting to grab her rear out of respect and understanding of
       the scenario she had been dealing with, because closeness and
       intimacy would no doubt bring back horrible memories of all the
       times that guy had probably abused her many years ago. He hadn't
       since they had been together, but had instead chosen to hit her
       out of annoyance if he had been drinking and decided to drop by.
       Helene had little chance in stopping him from entering the
       apartment, because he used so much force in pushing against the
       door, she ended up flying backwards and scrambling to get away
       from him anyway. All of these possibilities entered Joey's head
       as he held her, moving slowly into her bedroom and plonking her
       gently down on the mattress as he hovered above her, brushing
       her hair aside.
       ' I'd never dream of laying a hand on you, for anything other
       than how I am right now, ' he reminded her, closing the gap
       between them as she choked on a cry and lifted her head off of
       the pillow to kiss him, which he happily returned. His hands
       trailed away from her waist, both moving in time on either side
       of her body, from her face, down to her thighs and back again.
       He repeated this pattern for some minutes, working her up to the
       point of almost exhaustion as he noted her head dropping back
       onto the pillow each time they kissed for more than a few
       seconds. She was tired as all hell and he could tell that now,
       but he wondered if she might want some kind of release to banish
       all of her inner turmoil over the incident.
       ' I know you wouldn't. I do know. I'd never run from you . . I'm
       sorry I flinched before, ' she turned her head to the side as
       she realised that had probably been a painful response to his
       touch. Joey understood her reasons, though. Even if she knew he
       would never abuse her, the reaction was purely instinct, given
       her state of mind. Helene lifted one of her legs then to lock it
       around his waist, before gripping his shoulders and flipping
       them both over so she sat astride him, just watching.
       The male half groaned at the contact and the sudden switch,
       finding himself laying comfortably beneath her, but he kept his
       hands to himself as soon as she rose them up above his head,
       asking him to not move. A sly smile took form on his face and
       she offered one right back, lowering herself fully until the
       contact between them was heated to the point where he wished she
       would relieve him of the tight jeans he was wearing. Somehow,
       she became consciously aware of his struggle as soon as she felt
       the growth there and smiled, a blush dancing across her cheeks
       as she reached down to unbutton, unzip and drag down his jeans,
       aiding him in kicking them off and onto the floor at the end of
       the bed.
       Helene leaned over him then, keeping her core away from the
       bulge directly beneath her and offered a quick peck to his lips,
       amused when he craned his neck up to find a much longer, more
       needy kiss. He grunted now, displeased with the lack of
       attention his mouth was getting, as well as the area between his
       legs, but he suddenly slipped into silence either out of fear or
       curiosity, when she reached toward the bedside cabinet and
       pulled out a blindfold.
       ' Du är så vacker, ' he complimeted, smile reaching his eyes as
       they shone whilst gazing up expectantly at the woman, before she
       covered them with ease and tied the fabric loosely at the back
       of his head. Joey had allowed her to do this once before, but he
       never knew what she had planned, so his breathing quickened just
       a little as he waited, feeling her weight and her heat against
       him again as she straddled his hips. He wanted badly to reach
       out and touch, but she had asked him not to.
       ' Lay still—— ' she asked something else of him, though he
       already knew she wanted him to not move, so he didn't even
       flinch when she tugged down his underwear, tossing them off
       after gliding them down his legs and gently, she blew cool air
       over the area directly above his length, enjoying the sudden
       movement as his hips reacted and lifted him an inch off the
       mattress. A small chuckle left her and he cursed in his native
       tongue, before laughing with her. ' I know you think it's you
       who should be taking care of me, but I'd like to focus on you
       right now. '
       This comment sent him spinning, along with the thoughts flying
       in and out of his head and the rapid thumping of his heart as
       her palm closed around his shaft, thumb brushing delicately over
       the tip every so once as she pumped her hand up and down,
       fingers tightening at intervals until his breathing had become
       so labored, she knew she could move forward. Smiling to herself,
       she lowered herself down and got between his legs, parting them
       enough to lay comfortably there on her elbows as she kept her
       grip on his length. The woman blew once more over the area above
       it and delighted in the second automatic response of his hips
       flying upward, before she closed her mouth over the head and
       sunk down. Teeth kept securely buried within her lips, she
       released her tongue, dragging it up and down as her head bobbed
       against him, alternating between moving her hand, as her mouth
       enveloped half of his size, until she realised she couldn't take
       much more in.
       A mild gag rose from the bottom of her throat as she attempted
       to take his whole length into her mouth, and he almost bucked
       his hips away from her when he heard it. Helene moved her mouth
       off of him so quickly, she wound up laughing out loud as his
       shaft bobbed around on its own, for how hard he now was. Joey
       had no idea what was so funny and his lips were pursed and ready
       to turn upside down into a frown that would have, in that
       moment, only amused her further. Continuing on as opposed to
       ruining the mood she had already set, she got to work again,
       with her hand, before dropping her head down onto his length
       again and keeping above the halfway limit where she knew full
       well she could not go beyond it.
       Because she hadn't elected to tie his hands to the headboard
       like last time, she found herself being lifted and pinned to the
       mattress after closing her mouth in time to find his covering
       hers. He still wore the blindfold, so it was a miracle they
       hadn't bumped heads and severely put a damper on the moment.
       Helene reached her hands as his tongue danced with hers and
       ripped the fabric off of his eyes, flinging it somewhere across
       the room and caring little about where it went. Joey looked down
       at her with such a fire blazing in his eyes, she knew she was in
       trouble, but in the best of ways.
       ' Don't think I won't pay you back for that, little girl, ' he
       taunted, finding amusement in the age gap of just under fifteen
       years, and noting the way her eyes widened and her hips rocked
       up toward his own in response to his words. If that was
       something he could excite her with, he figured he would be using
       it more often.
       Joey took advantage of her wanton state as she tried to yank him
       down until their bodies were pressed tightly together, and where
       he would usually sink down and spend a good ten minutes with his
       nose burrowed between her folds, he reached down to rub the pads
       of his fingers against her core. Noting that he genuinely didn't
       need to use his tongue this time, he had such a wide grin on his
       face, she turned a deeper shade of pink, because in rubbing his
       hand against her, at least three fingers had gone sliding inside
       of her without him even pushing.
       ' Please . . ' she cried, embarrassed by how wet she was, but
       finding he never really made fun of her for it, which was a good
       thing, because it happened so often whenever they were around
       one another, she reached for his hair and pulled him down into a
       kiss that sucked the air right out of his lungs. Helene didn't
       want to loosen her hold or pull away from his mouth, but by a
       gentle tug as he closed his hands around her wrists to uncurl
       her fingers from his hair, she let go.
       ' Don't worry——I know what you want, ' he assured her, both of
       them smiling as she had said the same thing to him earlier when
       he had arrived. Helene let out a string of giggles, before he
       leaned in for another kiss, pressing her legs down on either
       side of him and slipping slowly inside her warmth. What followed
       was a long groan from him and a high moan from her, as she
       bucked her hips up to meet his each time he pounded slowly
       downward, careful not to take things too far. Helene was
       thankful for his consideration of her emotions in that moment,
       so she chose not to whine for something more.
       #Post#: 3336--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: August 31, 2017, 1:54 pm
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       I have so many feels and yet I'm so heartbroken for Helene. I
       cried. In part of what that monster Joel did to her and because
       of how wonderfully Joey treated her. You've written their love
       scene beautifully and I cried over that too. I just...I really
       should buy stock in Kleenex. ;) Rest assured Colleen and Cage
       are plotting Joel's demise right now because they were reading
       right over my shoulder. I can't imagine what would happen if
       they got Harvey involved and not to mention Joey. Although I
       think each would shield him from any repercussions that could (
       but shouldn't ) arise. Please tell me you're going to add on to
       this one because I'd quite like to know what happens!
       #Post#: 3340--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: September 3, 2017, 3:14 pm
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       Toffee Apples and Bumps
       “Col, you alright in there?”
       The nausea had settled and she felt a little more like herself.
       If she had known that the smell of toffee was going to make her
       ill she never would have started the toffee dipping process on
       those stupid granny smiths sitting on the kitchen island. It was
       tradition since they first moved in and she wasn't about to let
       her stomach and her super sense of smell get to her. She could
       just see the little hobgoblins that mobbed their front steps
       each year all with downcast eyes and slumped shoulders. She very
       nearly teared up at the thought. Even though she had finished
       the task at hand she still felt like she could have done a much
       better job.
       “Unghhuh.”
       “Are you crying again?”
       A sniffle as she blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.
       By nature she was a crier but this was getting ridiculous. She
       had cried at least four times today alone. First it had been the
       fact that they’d run out of milk, then it had been finding a
       tiny little stray kitten which she had convinced Cage that they
       needed to bring home on the way to the corner store, the third
       bout had come when she’d seen Renfield come out to investigate
       and then welcome the newly dubbed black fur ball Binx, and now,
       well, this. The crushing fear of disappointing the hoard of
       trick or treaters. They weren’t even her children and yet she
       couldn’t stand the thought of letting them down even though they
       had another day to go before all the Halloween fun began.
       “No. I’m just…”
       The doorknob jiggled a moment before the door swung open with a
       shrill creak that set her teeth on edge. She’d been after him to
       oil the damn hinges but it had yet to happen. The sickly sweet
       scent of toffee overwhelmed her again and she lurched toward the
       toilet one last time. Cage to his credit was behind her holding
       her hair back. She had noticed that he’d tried on his vampiric
       regalia and stood in front of her in all of his velvet and
       leather glory. After a few alternations from what it was last
       year it was finally finished. He hadn’t gained a pound, unlike
       her who had to start over on the witch’s costume she had planned
       for herself. She was still quite proud of that costume if she
       could admit it to herself. He cut a handsome image. Her stomach
       rolled a second time as she heaved cutting her thoughts of just
       what she’d do to get him out of those finely tailored clothes.
       This shouldn’t have been how they spent most of their time at
       home but sadly it had been from weeks five to fifteen with a
       brief reprieve in-between, until now. At first Cage had gagged
       right along with her but now he was a grand champion soother and
       hair holder.
       “I thought this was supposed to get easier as the months went
       on.”
       “So did I. The doctor said it was normal and it should pass on
       it’s own. O..oww. Rings. Your rings again.”
       “Sorry, sorry. Here just let me…did I get it out?”
       In his haste Cage jerked his hand a bit and only caused a sharp
       pain in her scalp. If the dull achey pain in her hips hadn’t
       been a downer on her day this certainly was even though she knew
       it was an accident.
       “Jesus no! Oww, just…I’d really rather not end up with my face
       in the toilet. Let me up. Don’t…keep pulling like that.”
       Her hand found the lid of to the toilet and clapped it shut
       before pressing the flush lever once more. Their neighbors were
       used to odd noises from their apartment but this might just take
       the cake. She’d be expecting a letter in their post box soon
       enough.
       “Now that phrase sounds familiar.  If I’m not mistaken that
       entirely how this thing got started.”
       His fingers and rings were finally free of her wild mane of dark
       hair and turned to face him, green eyes trained on his blue and
       a heat radiating off of her in waves. Her moods were like the
       tides, ever changing. Advancing toward him and out into the
       hallway connecting into the living room she backed him up
       against the wall. He wanted to play, eh? Well then, so did she.
       “Now my dear I do believe you’re mistaken.”
       A slender hand trailed down his chest only stopping to hover
       over the fly of his pants.
       “This, is how we ended up in the situation we presently find
       ourselves in. It’s that little game of cat and mouse we played,
       you being the cat and me the poor defenseless little mouse.
       Well, this mouse is most certainly caught.”
       A solid kick made the presence of the soon to be newest addition
       known. Colleen had felt swishes and flutters before but nothing
       like this, it startled her momentarily.  She looked up and saw
       Cage’s eyes begin to mist over as he gently nudged the swell of
       the ever growing bump hidden beneath her jumper. Another sound
       nudge was felt by both against his hand.  He had that adorably
       dopey little grin spreading across his face and she wished she
       had her camera.
       “My my my you wondrous beautiful thing. Awake in there are we,
       Bump?”
       Another swift nudge and his face lit up even brighter.   She
       found herself being gently guided over to the couch and set down
       like a fine china doll as Cage resumed the push back game with
       the newly dubbed ‘Bump’. The nickname tickled her, it was
       fitting for either a boy or girl and as they weren’t exactly
       sure which they were having it nice to call them something
       besides ‘the baby’, the ‘fetus’, ‘kid ‘, It, and the ‘womb
       mate’.
       “I swear Bump’s nocturnal. It’s always about this time that they
       end up being the most active.”
       She mused as she flicked from one channel to another before
       settling on an old Hammer House film.
       “Well, it’s fitting don’t you think? We’re night owls after all
       and need I remind you that I am the Count? Oh damn, they’ve gone
       quiet now. Must have nodded off in there.”
       A flash of pearly whites as he smiled and Colleen’s mouth
       dropped open in shock as she examined Cage’s newest addition to
       his costume. The man had been perfecting it for the last six
       years and she had to say that she was quite proud.
       “Are those…fangs…real? Oh my God, Cage what have you done?”
       “I’ve perfected the creation of FX fangs. It’s just denture
       paste to hold them in. Nothing permanent.”
       “I should hope not, even if they look quite real. Something
       tells me that if you bite me with those it’s going to leave a
       hell of a mark.
       “Shall we find out?”
       In a swoop of velvet he was upon her again and she couldn’t help
       but laugh. All the shifting must have startled Bump because they
       were back at making their presence known once more.
       “Looks like it’ll have to wait until the little person’s nodded
       off again.”
       “I was this close to actually getting to second base and I was
       foiled by a fetus.”
       “Actually you were much closer to third.”
       “I was? Daaamn it!”
       His wail of frustration and hang dog look caused another bout of
       giggles from Colleen. He cradled his head in his hands almost
       totally dejected. He loved his child but he missed being with
       his wife. How selfish of a man was he? The books never covered
       that part of it.
       “I’ll tell you what, I’ll race you to the bedroom and whoever
       gets their first calls the shots for the evening?”
       It was as if she blinked and he was gone. Perhaps Cage truly did
       have Romanian blood in him somewhere? The light was on in the
       bedroom down the hall and Cage was lounging on the bed a bemused
       smirk playing about his features.
       “I win!”
       “You cheated! I hadn’t even finished my sentence and you were
       off like a…damn it Cage…those fangs…”
       “Lovely things aren’t they?”
       “Indeed you wickedly evil man.”
       “Your compliments are just too much my dear.”
       #Post#: 3341--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: September 3, 2017, 3:45 pm
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       Omg, this made me smile so much. I absolutely love how Cage is
       feeling somewhat left out in a way because of the things they
       can't seem to do without the little bump having a say in it! I
       really love the idea you had for this one. Helene was highly
       amused over Cage's sunken face and tiny drop in mood as he
       couldn't get very far before he was quite literally bumped
       aside, aha. This is the cutest! and those fangs .. I would never
       let him take them out — even if it frightened some people.
       #Post#: 3345--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: September 3, 2017, 4:15 pm
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       Ah! I'm so glad! To be quite honest I'm trying to convince Col
       to let him keep them in year round, I'm right there with you! I
       was originally going to have Helene pop over decorations for
       their annual Halloween party but I didn't want to interrupt what
       she might be up to with Joey. ;) So Bump to the rescue...even if
       Cage doesn't think it's funny.
       #Post#: 3347--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Tiny Tales 2
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: September 3, 2017, 7:55 pm
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       Sure as the sun is shining .. our love will keep on climbing ..
       there's gonna be some rain .. gonna beat the pain .. but as long
       as I know .. boy, time will show .. our love will grow .. and I
       know love will be right here ..
       Hel danced her way through the building crowd, a little away
       from her friend as Col was just as busy dancing against her own
       fella. A small smile was resting on content features as she
       reached her own other half, continuing to sway her hips to the
       beat of the gentle rnb track, whilst attempting to pull him up
       from the bar stool on which he remained glued. She knew he had
       moves, even if it was only in the hip area and with that
       thought, her smile turned into a grin and she tugged on the
       waistband of his leather pants instead. Joey bolted up from the
       stool automatically and had to steady himself by resting his
       hands on either side of her waist, until she spun in his arms
       and guided him out toward the dance floor. Head thrown back as
       she laughed at his unwillingness to dance outright, he half
       pouted, but managed to sneak a kiss to her shoulder until she
       chose to turn around again, arms draped casually over his
       shoulders as he pulled her in closer against him.
       Tilting her head to the left, she indicated that their friends
       were happily dancing together, almost on top of one another as
       they did so and the sight made her chuckle a second time, which
       he soon joined in with. It took him a couple seconds to warm up
       to the idea that she wasn't going to let him leave the club that
       night without at least one dance. This wasn't the sort of
       controlled dancing he had learned how to perfect during his high
       school years for formal events, but she reminded him with a
       raise of the brow that she knew he could dance, because his hips
       moved freely when he was on stage. Her lower lip was pulled into
       her mouth ever so slightly when he finally shifted a little,
       until one of his legs was between her own so they could properly
       dance together, given the atmosphere. As soon as he did start to
       move his hips, the leg situated between hers ground up against
       her and her lip popped out of her mouth until she was left with
       a gasping expression he found funny.
       '  That's not fair,  ' it was her turn to pout now, as her
       fingers curled into his poodle-like hair.
       '  You never said I had to dance a certain way,  ' he offered,
       leaning down to plant a small peck to her lips as she mewled.
       '  You're in trouble when we get home,  ' she warned, returning
       the kiss and growling as he pulled away.
       Joey didn't bother answering her with words, as his grinding
       became that much more pronounced until she was half fighting
       against a need to cry out from the feeling it gave her. It
       wasn't the best place to start moaning, and she realised then he
       was doing this on purpose, because his face was so concentrated
       as he moved with such precision. His hands moved in time with
       the music, too, memorising the outline of her frame though he
       knew it by heart already and she bucked against him, falling
       face first into his chest with a solid thump. The musician could
       only laugh to himself, though the sound travelled to Helene
       without effort because his mouth was so close to her ear now,
       she could hear even his own heavy breathing. There, she realised
       that he was working himself up just as much, though it was
       probably directly linked to her own arousal seeing as it was his
       thigh that, by his cruel choice, she had been almost riding for
       the last ten minutes, give or take a few.
       '  Joey . .  ' she rasped, attempting to turn and walk toward
       the bar for a drink to cool off, only to find his hold on her
       tighten.
       '  No. You're not going anywhere. You wanted me here, so you've
       got me,  ' he challenged, raising his leg off the floor now as
       another track started up.
       Her eyes near rolled into the back of her head as hands shifted
       down from his hair, to his shoulders, where another grip was
       found in an attempt to cling tightly. Hel figured that if she
       could divert her attention to how tightly she was holding onto
       him, she could elect to ignore the familiar pool of warmth
       rapidly increasing between her legs. No longer moving to the
       music herself, she lifted her eyes to look at him, noting that
       he was still focused, but also grinning something wicked and she
       resisted the urge to smack him for it. Turning her head toward
       their friends, she saw that Col and Cage had ended up pressed
       back against a far wall and were, in very vampiric fashion,
       going for one anothers neck regions. Joey acknowledged that
       change as well and looking down at the brunette, gave a
       suggestive wiggle of his brows, but in that momentary
       distraction from what he had been doing previously, she managed
       to push herself away from him and take off to the toilets.
       '  Hey——  ' he called out, fingers closing around her wrist as
       he caught her in the space between the toilets and the bar.
       Helene was spun toward him again and she didn't fight him off,
       which was usually her playful gesture before any kind of fun
       began. This time, when she was facing him and he had her flush
       against the wall behind her, she jumped on him. Her limbs
       wrapped loosely around his frame and he caught her with ease,
       hands gripping the underside of her thighs as the music sounded
       a million miles away. The only thing she could focus on was him
       and vice versa, as he craned his neck up to trail kisses along
       her jawline, before she yanked him up by his hair and kissed him
       full on the mouth. As it became hot and heavy, they both saw to
       it that too far was indeed too far, so severely innapropriate
       acts would be left for indoors, but that did not stop him from
       slowing the rhythm he had marked out as he ground her into the
       wall using only his hips.
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