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The alcohol ran like it was bottomless. Shot after endless shot. The heftier the burn, the better it was.

The chatter of the bar, the cacophonous live band playing somewhere deeper in the building, or maybe possibly down the street, it was all too much. Too loud. Too.. happy.

Travis wanted it all to stop. He’d only come for a few beers and then he’d head home.

If you could call the small, studio apartment that sat above the local delicatessen a ‘home.’ It was barren, the only furniture being his bed, a reclining chair, and a bookshelf. The only sign of life was his razor and toothbrush on the sink’s edge.

He didn’t have anything anymore. Not since that summer. He’d been demoted from sheriff and placed on desk duty.

What was left of his family didn’t speak to him. Wanted nothing to do with him. Cast him out with nothing but his name and the memories.

He didn’t realize it was the anniversary of the night it all ended until the next morning, when blonde hair was splayed across his pillow beside him. Golden strands tickling his skin, tantalizing and forbidden.

The warm figure of the girl- no, the woman, who had been the one to end the curse head on curled up against him, her hand resting ever so gently over his beating heart.

Like a whirlwind, she swept him up that night. It might have been the alcohol, or maybe it was tension that finally snapped between the two, or it was just his love-starved heart wanting to cling to something familiar.

His eyes roamed over her in the dim light of the morning sun. He’d be lying if he didn’t think she was the most beautiful person he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

They’d kept in contact. Texting mostly, but occasionally, they’d call each other. He must've reached out last night.

He felt ultimately dirty being beside her in looks alone. He was at least twice her age and thinking about that made him feel ancient.

At that moment he realized he was only in his boxers.

Mind reeling, his thoughts foggy and out of order. He vaguely remembered going to the bar and drinking, then getting irritated.. but then there was a flurry of her.

Her laughter against his skin, her dazzling smile pointed at him, her hands touching and prodding him –

He blinked, his eyelids suddenly feeling like they weighed a ton. Maybe if he went back to sleep, he’d wake up alone again. The mirage of Laura Fucking Kearney in only a pair of short athletic shorts and a bralette would be gone and he could wallow in his thoughts.

He closed his eyes.

••••

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, the room becoming brighter over time.

Her hand clenched and unclenched, then he felt her cold nose on the side of his neck. The tiniest exhale blowing over his skin.

“Morning,” she croaks out, a soft brush of her lips on his throat makes him tense up, even more so when she shifts her lower half against the erection he’d been ignoring due to the disbelief that she was actually here, “And morning to you, too.”

“How’d you know I was awake? Haven’t even opened up those baby blues of yours.” He scoffs lightly as his palm slowly slides back and forth over the curve of her hip, his own eyes are hardly even open, “Morning.”

“Mm, well,” she brushes her hand through his chest hair, “Logical answer: your breathing pattern changed. Fun answer-“ she smirks and rolls slowly against him, drawing out the friction. “Your cock is super noticeable when it’s twitching against my stomach.”

“Sorry,” he scoots back, ashamed, angling himself away from her, but she makes a soft noise and follows him. “Did I..? Did we….?”

“Didn’t say anything about having to move away,” she wrapped her arms around his middle, laying her head on his chest. “No, we didn’t have sex, Travis. You were so fucking out of it, I was afraid you’d not make it home in one piece.”

He licks his lips and swallows, “I don’t remember much, feels like I was hit by a Mack truck.”

“With the amount of shots you did? May as well have.” She laughs a little too brightly, causing a twinge in Travis’ head. “Want a retelling of the misadventures of Travis Hackett?”

“Fuck,” He groans, turning his head away from her, looking at the wall. “Yeah, yeah… keep poking fun at me.”

She adjusts herself so that’s she’s slightly perched on his chest, her arms crossed over the other as they smooth across the small, yet coarse hairs on his chest. “Hey, look at me.”

He doesn’t, just grits his teeth a smidge. He doesn’t dare look at her, he knows if he does, his heart will soften.

“Travis,” she nudges him, “Look at me, please.”

Stubborn and stubborn don’t mix well, so Laura has another idea. With a roll of her eyes, she pushes up and straddles him, sitting her ass firmly in his lap. She feels him shudder underneath her and she watches as his gaze bolts back to her in a panic. His dark eyes are so open, emotion flowing free, instead of the closed off looks she usually got.

“What’re you doing?” His voice seems to squeeze out of him, his hands are on the meatiest part of her thighs, his fingers twitching slightly with a need to touch.

“Getting your attention, obviously,” she rolls her eyes again, shaking her head, “Travis, you do realize that you are a good guy, right?”

He seems to deflate as he sighs, “Laura, I don’t need a pep talk. You don’t need-“

“Nuh uh, listen to me,” she shushes him with a finger to his lips, then cradles both sides of his face so he has to continue to look at her, “You are a selfless, kind man who needs to work on his talking skills.”

“You’re iron willed, a man of action who will get done what he wants done no matter the timing.”

“You’re stubborn and hardheaded… something that hits a little close to home,” she smiles down at him, and she swears she saw the tiniest fracture of his mouth curve up. Looking into his eyes, she sees the want of affection oozing out of those puppy dog eyes, “I’m not ‘poking fun’ at you to be mean, you know. Have you ever heard of flirting? It’s this cool new thing where people show their interest in people that they like.”

“Uh huh,” He grumbles, his thumbs padding circles slowly on her skin, the small black shorts she wore allowed her strong thighs to be on full view, “That’s usually reserved for kids, isn’t it? Not an old man.”

“I don’t see any old men around here,” she grins, making a show of looking around the room before leaning until her stomach is flushed with his, his warmth made her body sing, “All I see is my hungry, little grumpy bear who needs a little bit of honey.”

He whines, moving his hands to rest on her back, just below her shoulder blades. “Laura, please think about what you’re saying. You don’t want me.”

“You don’t think I’ve thought about this? About how much of a fucking taboo people think this is outside of these walls?” She lets out a huff, inching closer to his face, “No one else matters. This is only between you and me. Fuck them.”

He exhaled shallowly, their eyes locked. “But won’t you be embarrassed to be seen with.. well, me?”

Her eyes flick down and then over his face, “Definitely not, I like you, Travis. You make me feel good whenever we hangout, I like the feel of your hand on me when I walk in front of you on a crowded street, I like the sound of my name on your lips.” she sighs, “Fuck whatever anyone else thinks about it.”

She gently leans in before he can say anything, pressing her lips to his and then withdrawing with scorching cheeks, “I also happen to like how you look, so don’t be throwing all that old man shit around.”

He surges after her lips with a whine, smashing them back together. She opens her mouth in surprise, both of them moaning at the warm, wet contact.

Travis pulls back, sighing as she presses her forehead against his, “Okay, okay.”

She presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose as she adjusts herself, “You good?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I think I’m ready for that story.”

Laura laughs, snuggling into his chest, tucking herself under his chin now, “Mm, okay.”

“Grouchy as all hell, you arrived after work. You’d texted me and I was hoping we were going to hangout, but you seemed pissed,” she went quiet, “I might have suggested…a shot or two, to.. uh, lighten the mood.”

Travis snorted.

She closed her eyes and made an irritated noise, “Okay, you might’ve been drunk off your ass and did a couple body shots.”

He opens his mouth, mortified, but no words come out.

“Don’t worry, you were a complete gentleman,” she patted his chest, “A little sloppy, but you get so cute and clingy when you’re drunk, Trav.”

“Was the bar busy?” He almost whispers, afraid of how much he could have embarrassed himself in front of the townsfolk who all knew him.

“It wasn’t that bad,” she replies, “Some sort of game was going on, so most of the guys were paying attention to that and not the blonde girl in the other room getting salt and alcohol licked off of her stomach.”

He shuddered again, licking his lips. “You don’t seem to be hungover.”

“Didn’t drink,” she sighs, “Well, we shared a shot, but I wanted to make sure we both got out of there safely. You could say the nagging of a certain cop was in my ear all night.”

“Mm, good girl,” a hint of a chuckle, “Thank you.. for being there. For caring.”

“Of course,” she purred, “I had to wrangle the keys to your place off you, you seemed to think it was a fun game and kept pushing me against the door and kept ‘frisking’ me.”

“M’sorry,” his eyes drop, “Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she pressed a kiss to the column of his neck, “You were just a big mushy monster who wanted some affection.”

“We showered, got you all cleaned up and ready to go to sleep,” she exhaled, “And then we went to bed.”

She doesn’t tell him about the fact that he had told her that he loved her before they drifted off to sleep. While her heart soared at the confession, she didn’t want that to be the first time he said it to her. She didn’t want it to be because he was weakened by alcohol.

She wanted it full and hearty, in an expression that shook her from the core.

They’re both quiet, just listening to each other’s breathing.

“You think Tony has those breakfast sandwiches this morning?” She whispers, a smile on her lips, “I’m starving.”

“Can’t have you going hungry,” He squeezes her to his chest as he kisses her temple, “Let’s go check it out, ma’am.”

She smiled at him, sitting on the edge of his bed, “Can I borrow one of your shirts?”

“Take whatever you want,” he grunts as he gets up, “Didn’t think you’d ask, you usually just take.”

“Hm,” she stands and looks through his drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt with some sort of graphic for a band and throwing it on, “Yeah, well, things change.”

His chest pangs when she turns around and looks back at him. Even in his groggy state, she was everything to him, everything he had left in this world, “You did take one thing from me without asking awhile back.”

“Yeah?” She looks at him quizzically as he pulls in a pair of jeans, getting closer to him, “And what was that?”

He wets his lip, and shakily grabs her hand and places it back over his rapidly beating chest, “You took my heart.”

The smile she gave him was blinding and he wasn’t ready for her to tackle him back onto the bed, smothering him with kisses. It was an intense affair that left them both breathless.

A loud gurgle from Laura’s stomach however made him chuckle and withdraw from her.

“Breakfast time,” she smiled, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek.

“Breakfast time,” he agreed, taking her hand in his.

She interlocked their fingers and made their way downstairs. Happiness bubbling between the two.

C1 Kaitlynn 🥺

Oh I totally see her there 😂

C1 is reserved for Kaitlynn ❤️✨

C2 chris? Hed look hilarious next to Travis

OMG! Thats a great idea! I’ll take it! C2 Chris it is! ✨❤️

I’m currently working on Part 2 of "The taste of Chocolate"!

I’m very sorry for the delay, but Baldurs Gate happen and a certain white haired twink had my full attention 😂

But it’s already in the making and I should be able to post it soon. Thank you all for your interest and patience!❤️

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Sorry for not updating- I’ve been sick! Here is the current state of everyone!

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Daughter - Youth: I know that her songs are rather depressing, but I listened to her for years and I loved to hear her in games like Life is Strange: Before the Storm. This song perfectly sums up the unexplainable feeling of emptiness. Where we find solace in memories because we know we destroy ourselves and others because we can’t find an answer even though everything we want is to be loved.

Billie Eilish - Happier than ever: also a very good song and describes perfectly how you feel when you’re frustrated with someone you thought you’d love, and maybe actually loved once. The break up and the feeling of finally being free and be you.

Bring me the Horizon - Throne: being thrown into bad crowds, hated and bullied only to get shaped to the person you are today. I love this song because I can relate to it. I was never bullied but emotionally manipulated and abused by people that should’ve protected me. I’m happy, they’re not - that’s what matters.

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I watched Alien Stage for the first time today and Ivan and Tills song just broke me. I love them so I drew them together. 🥲

"So...what was all that about?"

Laura comes out from the shower and enters Travis's bedroom, a cloud of condensation following her even as she takes in his question. She runs a towel through her hair and shrugs, "I don't know what you mean."

"Really?" He deadpans, crossing his arms, the sheets tangled around his waist, "That's your play? Laura...you basically just jumped my bones."

(more explicit under cut)

She's redressed in the same shirt as before, but he takes in the new pair of panties she's sporting with some satisfaction, as she sighs and tosses the towel to one side, "Okay, look, I've been-?"

It's clear she's trying to ease herself into this uncomfortable conversation as best she can, the way she's swinging her arms and twisting about on her feet, "Sort of...in a mood."

"A mood?"

"An...amorous one."

"So, horny." He sums up and her cheeks take on an attractive shade of pink, her eyes casting downwards, "In a manner of speaking..."

"Alright." Travis absorbs this and does his own looking down. He takes in the signs of aging on his hands and sighs, "But...why-?"

He almost says 'me'. Almost. But instead, feeling a sudden tendril of fear, he changes tack, "Why not just ask me?"

Laura snorts, "Oh yeah. Because you're so easy to talk to."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon Travis, " she waves her hands about, "We live together, but we're practically strangers. You never talk to me, I never talk to you-!"

"We talk-?" He starts to argue but she cuts in quick, "About the baby! That's it! Nothing else! It's-it's like when I was locked up all over again! You barely breathe one word to me-!"

"Well, what else is there to talk about?" Travis counters, aggravated at the reminder of his unlawful imprisonment of her, "If it wasn't for that, we would've never spoken again!"

Laura shakes her head, "You don't know that!"

"The hell I don't! What would we have talked about? You shooting my niece? You holding me responsible for your boyfriend getting torn to pieces? What about my keeping you locked up?"

Laura looks unhappy, but talking about this, finally discussing it, actually makes him feel better, "Face it, Laura. This...thing between you and me is only because of the baby."

He knows it's the truth. He knows it needs to be said. But, still...he's weak. So weak, as he concedes, "But...I mean, considering how it happened...if you-? If you have needs right now, needs because of-of hormones or whatever...then I'm-?"

He shrugs, "Then I'm willing to help. You just have to ask."

Laura glares at him, "Okay, so, what? I'm good enough to fuck, but not good enough to talk to?"

"You want to talk?" He snarls and gets up from the bed, still completely naked, "Fine. Let's talk."

He stalks over to her, but Laura doesn't look afraid. No, not Laura Kearney, of course not. The girl who showed any trepidation towards him when they first met is long gone and she's breathing hard now, looking angry as he growls, "You killed my niece!"

"I didn't-!"

"No," he stops her sharply, "You wanted to kill my brother."

"You didn't tell me-!"

"I told you what you needed to know." He crowds her up against the nearest wall, "Nothing else. And yeah, that's my mistake, but you ask me if you're only good enough for fucking and you know that's not true."

Laura's back is up against a wall and she looks a toss up between angry and aroused and that's fantastic, because that's exactly how he feels, "You're good at lots of things, Laura. Good at lying, good at killing-!"

"Travis..."

He presses his face close to hers, breathes in her fresh clean scent and hisses, "Good at riding me dry."

"That's-? I'm not-?" She looks confused and annoyed, but her eyes are glazing over and shit, she wasn't lying about how she's been feeling 'amorous', "You're good at carrying my child...our child..."

His hand presses over her belly and he can feel how she's grown. The slight increase under his fingertips and it shouldn't appeal to him as much as it does, but there's something about the knowledge that he's helped her to create this.

That beneath his palm he's encouraged something good, something positive - something alive. It speaks to him. Makes him feel as if, for the first time in six years, he's done something right.

And he'll keep it right.

When the time comes.

He'll step back, step away, when he has to. For Laura's sake. For the baby's. But for now, he doesn't see the harm in indulging himself, especially if it's helping her, and he captures her mouth with his, kissing her deeply.

Laura is still slightly stiff, like she wants to object and he draws back, air rushing from him as he speaks, "You want me to talk, I'll talk. I'll say all the right things, tell you what you want to hear..."

"L-?" Laura has to stop, has to lick her lips to return moisture to her mouth before asking, "Like?"

"Like how lucky I am to do this with you. How you giving me permission to touch you drives me outta my mind." Even as he says it, the hand he'd had on her stomach dips lower, fingers easing back the elastic waist band of her newer set of underwear.

"How finding you so wet and ready for me takes my breath away."

"Travis..." It comes out airy, shaky and he can't help but give her a shark like grin as he softly palms her before stroking his fingers along the silky lips of her pussy, "Look at you, you're already so sweet down here, juices flowing, and it has nothing to do with the shower you just had, does it?"

Laura audibly swallows, shakes her head and her expression would signify it as a shameful thing, but he clicks his tongue, "No, no - don't be ashamed, Laura. It's okay, I understand. I'm not as young as I used to be, but I can still take care of you."

He buries his face into her hair, his own hot breath billowing back on him as he mummers against her scalp, "Please, ma'am...let me take care of you..."

Asking seems to spark something in her as she moans, turning her head to capture his mouth. They're kissing, open mouthed and filthy, and one of his fingers has worked up into her again, another knuckle pushing against her clit and she mewls.

His dick bobs some, aware and wanting to fill to full hardness again, but having already had a good go, it's not quite ready yet. That's fair. Travis has other talents and he decides to use them, as he withdraws his fingers from her.

"No! What-?" Laura cries out in such despair that it nearly parallels the way she sounded when he first locked her up, when he interrogated her, when he left her alone, and a dark, twisted part of him is so turned on by that, even as he whispers, "Shh, it's alright, it's alright..."

Laura doesn't look as if it's alright, but he just carefully turns her, gently eases her back towards the bed and suddenly she seems to understand and the way her eyes light up-!

Travis can't afford to notice that. Moreover, he can't afford to like it. What he told her is true. She killed his niece, tried to kill his brother - he doesn't hold her accountable for his mother, because he recognizes how that was clearly an accident, but still...

There's nothing but blood between them.

His family's. Her boyfriend's. The baby, in its own way, is blood too - but this blood bonds them instead of tears then apart, and he can't afford to have feelings for her.

Even if it's too late.

Even if he had them before all of that, had them start when she was first in his custody - so strong, so defiant, so the opposite of how Gwen was, but in such an appealing way.

His wife had been soft spoken, biddable. His mother called her weak, stupid. Travis hadn't felt that way at all. Gwen had been delicate, she'd needed him for protection, just as much as he'd needed her for love.

But he'd failed.

He'd failed to protect Gwen and that was just the beginning of his failures in protecting people. And not just any people, the ones he loved. So, he won't love Laura. Or the baby. He won't.

He'll protect them. He'll leave them. But for now he has to help them both. Her, in particular, as he lays her out gently, removing the underwear she just put on.

The bed is soft against his knees and he's thankful for that as he bends down low over her, as he takes a hold of her legs and encourages them up and over his shoulders.

Her ankles lock slightly behind his back as he lowers his head, just the tip of his nose brushing against her clit. She whimpers at the feeling, fingernails scratching at the sheets and he tries not to laugh, but it's difficult.

She's so violent, so impatient.

Again, things he shouldn't enjoy, but does.

He takes a smooth, steady lick at the heart of her, honey bathing the breadth of his tongue as he curls it upwards slowly. Laura lets out a choked gasp, her body pressing downwards, clearly eager for more and he can't stop a smile from forming.

Travis is sure she can feel it, his mouth buried as close as it is against her sensitive skin and he kisses there, licks and laves at her pussy the way he was earlier with her lips.

His name eeks out of her, strained, and he can feel her legs shaking. Christ. The way she can cum so quickly right now...

He's not sure if it's because of her age or her hormones or both, but he has no problem bringing her to climax with very little work on his part, his mouth taking her apart easily.

Her voice echoes off the bedroom walls and he's sure she thinks they're done.

They're not.

Travis has all the time in the world.

And he proves that to her as he eases his fingers back inside of her, as his mouth returns to pull tenderly at her overly sensitized clit. He hears her moaning how he can stop, how she can't, not again, but he knows better.

...he bets Max never got her four times...

He continues to work his mouth and fingers over her quivering form and she's crying out about how it's too good and too much and oh sweet God and Travis! Travis! Travis!

Higher and higher in pitch, in fevered joy, and Laura breaks apart a fourth time.

Laura's panting - tiny, pleasured sounds leaving her throat that hints at her coming down and he's tempted to go back at her again, but decides to give her something of a refractory period.

Still, he stays positioned where he is, silently letting her know he's ready to go again when she is, and she must eventually recognize it, as she croaks, "You-? You're not-?"

"Told you. I'm taking care of you."

The sound she lets out at this revelation? A cross between shocked, overwhelmed, and gloriously happy? Travis can't help himself.

He finally gives up, gives in, and he laughs. It's a dumb, dopey full hearted chuckle - but he gives in to it. How can he not?

This is the woman carrying his child and he's doing the right thing. For once. And for now. But again, he has to do the right thing when the time comes.

Come hell or high water.

I LIVE!

@theprincesswithoutvoice asked for someone getting asked on a first date, and bc I can’t help myself it’s a little comic now ;w;

This is part one! And I’m working on part 2 >:3c

oh before i forget @hackearneyarchive