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At work James Lester is known as a snarky, pedantic, rather unpleasant bureaucrat so when he comes up to her with a dinner invite Christine is too shocked to say anything but yes. That he cooked for her in his flat rather than taking her to a restaurant surprisingly enough doesn’t feel presumptuous at all, the candlelight is a nice touch, and the ( Read more... )

They think our love is just a growing pain, why don't they understand?

“Glad you could come, James,” Christine smiles like a true predator but Lester’s been exposed to it often enough not to start shivering like a schoolboy, besides, they’re on the same side now, her claws are assets rather than threats.

“I hope this is important, ( Read more... )

She doesn’t like it. Not really. But no one understands. Connor watches her with fear in his eyes, Becker is simply pissed, Cutter doesn’t even notice. Lester tells her to stop wearing short-sleeved shirts. They think it’s about the pain, about being dominated, about reliving what her stepfather had done to her but all that’s rubbish. Christine ( Read more... )

Maybe it’s her body, Connor likes to think it is; it would be easy. Maybe it’s the fact that she chose him, which is a bit fucked up in itself. Maybe it’s the way her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling too much as they kiss. Maybe it’s because she always bites or because she never asks permission to hurt him. Having no say in what happens to ( Read more... )

The angry flush on Leek’s face fills Becker with twisted satisfaction and he stands even straighter, refusing to give in. Leek’s expression is a frozen mask of impatience as he comes closer, ignoring the fact that Becker is more than a head taller and not at all intimidated.

“Kneel,” he orders over and over again, and to give more emphasis to ( Read more... )

It started with the reluctant acceptance of a cold, professional offer. No, if Christine was honest with herself she had to admit that it had started with their first heated, angry kiss in a windowless interrogation room. But she’d stopped being honest with herself the day she had walked out on James years ago. Maybe it was this unconventional ( Read more... )

“Marion, how lovely to see you again. It’s been far too long.”

“Well, Christine, there are only so many Christmases a year, I’m afraid,” Marion smiled, kissing the other woman on both cheeks.

The door closes with a loud thud as they fall against it, unable to part their hungry lips even for a moment, too wrapped up in their desperate ( Read more... )

“I’ll get the coats. You can wait outside if you want,” Lester says with a light touch on his lover’s back, earning a grateful smile that quickly turns into one of those familiar “Don’t take too long, I want you to fuck me till I can’t see straight” looks before Lyle pushes through the crowd.

Lester sighs silently.

“When will you stop boring ( Read more... )

Look, I was right, new obsession... These are too much fun to make.


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