9.2.6 Question
6. What is something in your life that occured that you never expected or anticipated? How did you deal with it?
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Harri should have been having second thoughts by now. She was effectively inventing a test for Marcus Fraser to see if he was more than his ten inches. Unlike Cameron she had had no opportunity to get to know him. He'd gotten under her skin, but all that had done was infuriate her and lead to a brief bout of angry elevator sex. Angry elevator sex that had kept her warm every night since. Talking to Aiden had given her an idea, and even cemented in her mind that if she considered Mr Fraser worthy, that it would be in her best interest to try and pursue him.
She knocked softly on an apartment door and waited in the hall, still clad in her suit from work. There was only one person she would currently trust with taking a decent image of her naked, and luckily he'd agreed to give her a few moments of his time. She hadn't actually filled him in on the plan but she figured if anyone could pull it off, Flynn Hunter could.
Flynn finished off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Maddy was at work, but Remy, who seemed to be competing with the sofa for becoming a permanent fixture of the apartment, was asleep in their bedroom at the back of the apartment. Maddy promised she was going to try to not-so-tactfully broach the subject with their third part. It wasn't like Remy was piling weight on or anything; he had just been immobile and inactive for some time now and seemed to be trying to deal with the predicament by remaining idle and wallowing in the bottom of a Ben & Jerry's tub on a daily basis. He was becoming... cuddly. If he was female, Flynn would be wondering right now if he was pregnant. A little more worrying, Remy still seemed to be in pain, but a chat with Lachlan on the phone on Saturday revealed that Remy needed to keep up with the physiotherapy and keep moving or the injury wouldn't strengthen and it would continue to hurt. That was Flynn's side of the mission - to get the infuriating Cajun more active, and not in the interesting way.
He pushed up off the sofa and went to answer the door. He didn't bother with a shirt, still relaxing after a long night in just jeans with a glass of wine. He hadn't minded at all when Harri asked to meet with him. He pulled the door open with a smirk. "Flynn Hunter, at your service."
Harri's eyes took in bare chest appreciatively and she smirked back as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You might just live to regret that yet. Not tonight though. There are no boring parties to go to, I promise."
Flynn waved his hand and nudged the door closed behind her. "We'd have to go to a hotel or something anyway. Remy's home. But it's cool. He's out cold and even if he wakes up, it's unlikely he'll bother making the trek from the bedroom out here." He gestured to the sofa for her to take a seat. "So, what can I do for you, Ms Ryan? Would you like a drink?"
Harri nodded her head at the glass of wine he held. "I'll take a glass of wine, thank you. And I'm not here for sex, Flynn. I actually need you to help me with a small project."
Flynn went over to the kitchen area of the large open-planned apartment and took another wine glass from the cupboard. He brought it over and poured her a generous glass of the bottle of red he had opened a little while ago, handing it to her. "Let me guess. This has to do with Mr Pumatech, or whatever the fuck it was called again. What happened when I left? Did you actually talk or did you just continue to eye fuck?"
She gave a smile of thanks before she let out a derisive snort. "Bastard wanted to play games. I wound up slapping his smug face, and storming off." She took a small sip of the wine as she took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs, rotating her foot as she admired her Jimmy Choos. "It was only when he entered the elevator while I was already on it that things got interesting. Angry, hard, sweaty, and fan-fucking-tastic type interesting."
Flynn raised an eyebrow and settled back down in the seat he vacated, curling his legs up underneath him and reaching for his packet of cigarettes. "Oh, well, the slap really got the point across then, didn't it?" he said with a teasing smirk. "What's the little project? Does he want a threesome or something?"
Harri shook her head. "No, no threesome. I'm going to try and..." she tucked her tongue against her cheek as she tried to think of the best way to put it, "... court him. See if he's interested in anything past the one night stand. And to be honest I don't care if the slap got the point across. It got me very well fucked. What I need from you is for you to wear your photographer's hat and take a few pictures."
"Whoa," Flynn commented with a laugh. "What's fueled this? Are you saying you want to date him? He could be a murderer or a cop or anything. Don't you want to know more about him first?"
"I'm already working on that," Harri replied. "First I just want to know if he really is the prick he seems to be. He accused me of wanting to charge him for sex, hence the slap. If he does respond to my wanting to charge him for the images then I know he's a true bastard. You can blame my best friend for the plan. And I don't know about dating, I'm just saying that I could consider something with him. A fling, some more angry sex... I don't know."
Flynn tilted his head. "He might have just said that to push all your buttons. I like how your best friend thinks. Still, what if the guy is married? You know the business types more than I do. Do you even know why he was at your party?" He got up and went over to the unit near the wall and pulled out a top-range digital camera. It was what he used when he filmed he and Remy going at it before Remy got shot. They had plans to film the three of them, but then Remy was hurt and things went down the toilet, right along with Remy's sex drive.
Harri couldn't help smirking as she looked at the camera. "I was just thinking about the three of you trying to create Christmas presents for each other in the form of porn. Anyway, I can only assume he was there to make his own connections. It's not unusual for business men to want to break into High Fashion. Even the married men who cheat still wear their rings. When you're rich, I don't think fucking around is particularly taboo. He had no ring."
Flynn held up his right hand where he wore a silver ring. He slipped it off and put it into his pocket as a demo. "Piece of cake. I doubt it, though. I got a sense the guy was a player and if he just fucked you in an elevator with security cameras at that time of night, he doesn't care who sees him get his cock out. Sure he's not related to Hugh Heffner?" He looked at the camera wistfully. "Not this year. Remy just wants to lie around on his arse and do nothing right now."
"Is this the healthy sort of doing nothing?" Harri took a sip of her wine and watched him with a brief flicker of concern. "He is a player. That much I know. The question is though if he's a player willing to engage in my kind of game."
Flynn shook his head. "Nope. Medical and experienced advice says it's not healthy at all, especially when he's practically living on ice cream and cigarettes." He flicked through some of the photos, finding a bunch of x-rated images from last time there. "Did you get the feeling he wanted to play? I mean, think about it. The guy took a slap and still came back to pound you into the wall. He mustn't have been too bothered by the rough handling."
Harri leaned back in her seat, her arm resting against the back of the sofa. She made no attempt to look at Flynn's images. They were his personal ones, and therefore none of her business despite their conversation topics. "Ice cream and cigarettes is definitely not healthy, even I know that. Have you tried just talking to him about it?" She closed her eyes as she remembered the elevator encounter. "No, he wasn't. We didn't exactly talk during the whole thing. I would like to think he wants to play, but there really is only one way to find out."
Flynn nodded. "Sort of. Maddy is going to try. It's my job to try and get him active, but the thing with Remy is he is one of the most stubborn shits you will ever cross paths with. Then there is the pain factor. I think he's favouring himself because it's easier to just veg out than get up, move, and end up in more pain." Flynn saved the images into a new folder and then held the camera up. "So, what's the plan?" he asked with a smirk.
"Good thing there's two of you then. He's not on medication for the pain?" Harri grinned as she shifted to slip out of her jacket. "Me nude, you taking the photographs. Then I send him the best one with a receipt asking him to pay. He'll have my contact details that way and we'll see if he comes to thank me in person, or sends me a cheque. I already left him with my panties, but I needed a first move to make."
"No. Remy has a thing. He's immune to most substances. He can't get drunk and most painkillers don't work. We can give him the really strong stuff, but it sends him off his face in the dosage he needs to even touch it and then it wears off really quickly. He's done the whole recovery thing in pain, and wanting to take the easy route with that is something I understand very well." Flynn laughed. "I like the way you think. I'm assuming you have his contact details to know where to send it?"
Harri's face reflected her surprise but she didn't ask for further details. "That must be very hard for him. For all of you. I hope it works out." She stood up and came over to Flynn, her hands on the armrests of his chair. "So does this mean you'll help, love? And yes, I do. I did my homework before I came here."
"He's tough. That's half our battle. He'll fight to the damn end." Flynn smirked up at her. "I'll help if you promise to call me the minute he responds to you."
"He's only hurting himself, doesn't he understand that?" Harri winked at him as she straightened back up and started to undress. "I'll give you plenty of details. Where and how do you want me?"
Flynn shook his head. "You're running the show here, love. You instruct me," he directed.
"Aiden said just to send him a picture of my breasts, but he can get tit pics anywhere." Harri stayed in her heels as she took a moment to think, the rest of her clothes in a neat pile on the end of the sofa. "If I send him all of me, then that's so much better. Hm..." She took a couple of steps, her mind still turning it over all the while. Various images of herself flicking through her mind as she tried to consider what would appeal to him the most. "If I try and go coy I think we both know that would be a fucking lie. He would, too."
Flynn laughed. "Well, your BFF is gay. He probably lacks a certain thread needed to know what a guy truly sexually appreciates in a woman's body," he pointed out and started snapping random shots of her, not waiting for her to take a particular pose. "Do you want to show all or just a hint to drive him wild? Or do you want to just throw it all out there and show him what he could have if he makes the right moves?"
"I want to get under his skin again," Harri said as she glanced back at Flynn from over her shoulder. She heard the camera whir and stayed still as the photo got taken. "If he just gets a hint then he'll hopefully go crazy to get more than a hint." She turned slightly and bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight and her eyes on Flynn. A little posing never hurt anyone. Plus if she ran her hands down her leg at this angle, the camera didn't get a full shot of her sex. "He'll still know what he could have."
Flynn kept snapping photos on the camera. "True. He has already had it. You need to make him want it again," he reasoned. "If he's the sort to just eat at a place and runs, never to visit the same restaurant twice, you have to make sure your menu sticks out like no other."
"He's the one that should have something sticking out," she reasoned with a smirk. Harri lowered herself into a crouch and turned to face Flynn. "Forgetting for the moment that I pay you, what keeps you coming back? What makes you come back to your girlfriend?" Harri crawled towards him, her movements almost feline.
Flynn held up his finger. "I can't really answer the first question because it's you booking me in that keeps me coming back. I haven't let myself go beyond that in my mind." He checked the current photo on the small screen and then continued taking them from a range of angles. "And even the second question is hard. I've known Maddy so long. I keep coming back because she's part of me."
"It must be nice to have that kind of connection," Harri commented softly. She just kept moving, sometimes on her feet, sometimes not. Whatever came in her head. Sooner or later there'd be a good shot in there somewhere. She brushed her fingers across her stomach. "Do you remember the first thing that attracted you to her? To your Cajun?"
"You don't have it with your BFF?" Flynn asked, looking at her over the top of the camera. "Maddy and I didn't fuck right up. We were friends first. The Cajun, well, Maddy invited him around for a threesome and the guy grabbed my cock, so that was pretty much what got me. But it was his eyes. He has unique eyes."
"I do, but I think it's different for you and Maddy. You have the sexual element to your connection. Aiden's my soul sister," she laughed. "He'd die if I grabbed his cock for anything other than a dare. We are a part of each other though." She wet her lips as she moved to sit in one of the chairs. "Why were you and Maddy never together to begin with?"
Flynn smirked and nodded. "If you ever decide to do that for a dare, I want to be a witness. I could use a good laugh," he said in amusement. "I don't know specifically. We just hit it off and got close fast. I mean, we did eventually sleep together but we both had seperate lives. It was more just a friendship thing. It all changed when the Cajun came on the scene. Plus, Maddy and mine relationship mostly became the strongest when I was sick."
"Deal." Harri couldn't help but be interested. She thought Flynn could just tell her to mind her own business if he got sick of her questions. Besides, it was easier to not focus on posing while she was more focused on talking. Helped make it a bit more natural and less staged. "But you are in love with her?"
"Yeah, of course. None of this would work if I wasn't. I know the whole threesome thing sounds like one big ongoing kink, but it's not like that. It's three very different personalities trying to work together as one. Two maybe more alike than the other who is very different, but its a challenge. There has to be a foundation of something. No relationship will survive without a solid foundation. You have to like yourself, then you have to like each other to love each other." Flynn shrugged. "It hasn't come without it pain and tension."
"You fight for it though. That's something. That's a big something. Not a lot of people would bother." Harri leaned forward and smiled as she tousled her hair. "I don't know if I'd wind up fighting for Mr Fraser, but it certainly is fun fighting with him."
Flynn paused for a moment. "Yeah, I guess we do fight for it. But it's reactionary. Fuck, when he was hurt, we both about near ruined it. Remy left and we were seriously doubting he would come back." He raised the camera again to snap some more shots. "What are you going to do if he turns out to be a really great guy beyond the bastard exterior?"
"He did come back. Die of shock?" Harri laughed. "I don't know. Try and go with the dating thing?"
"We had to go and literally crash his bed to convince him we did want him here. You have to meet him one day. He's... interesting," Flynn laughed. He raised his eyebrows. "Ohhhhhh, the 'dating thing', huh? How do you feel about that?"
Harri leaned back and crossed her legs as she folded her arms behind her head. "Still worried I'll wind up in bed with him? And I feel... awkward. Like I'm about to start a game I might not be able to finish. Still, I don't think that's ever stopped me before."
Flynn smirked. "Right now? I'm wondering if I'll even ever end up in bed with him again." He dropped down beside her and handed her the camera to show her what he had already taken. "Well, your BFF is doing it and pulling it off... pardon the pun. Maybe it's not so horrific. I think you're going to get along with Remy really well," he said in amusement.
Harri took the camera and flicked through the images. Flynn had outdone himself. "Can I have a copy of these?" Her thumb paused on the button as she reached one image taken while she'd first sat in the chair. One leg had been straight, showing off her Jimmy Choos, while her arms just managed to cover her breasts and her blonde hair fell around her face as her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "What about this one? Aiden's always wanted it. I haven't."
Flynn looked over the photo with an indulgent smirk. "Looks like a damn fine choice," he agreed with a nod and then he met her eyes. "It just sounds like you haven't found the right person yet... or maybe you have."
Harri gave a small shrug as she smiled and met his eyes. "We'll see."
Harriet Ryan & Flynn Hunter
Original Character
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All muses referenced with permission.
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Harri should have been having second thoughts by now. She was effectively inventing a test for Marcus Fraser to see if he was more than his ten inches. Unlike Cameron she had had no opportunity to get to know him. He'd gotten under her skin, but all that had done was infuriate her and lead to a brief bout of angry elevator sex. Angry elevator sex that had kept her warm every night since. Talking to Aiden had given her an idea, and even cemented in her mind that if she considered Mr Fraser worthy, that it would be in her best interest to try and pursue him.
She knocked softly on an apartment door and waited in the hall, still clad in her suit from work. There was only one person she would currently trust with taking a decent image of her naked, and luckily he'd agreed to give her a few moments of his time. She hadn't actually filled him in on the plan but she figured if anyone could pull it off, Flynn Hunter could.
Flynn finished off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Maddy was at work, but Remy, who seemed to be competing with the sofa for becoming a permanent fixture of the apartment, was asleep in their bedroom at the back of the apartment. Maddy promised she was going to try to not-so-tactfully broach the subject with their third part. It wasn't like Remy was piling weight on or anything; he had just been immobile and inactive for some time now and seemed to be trying to deal with the predicament by remaining idle and wallowing in the bottom of a Ben & Jerry's tub on a daily basis. He was becoming... cuddly. If he was female, Flynn would be wondering right now if he was pregnant. A little more worrying, Remy still seemed to be in pain, but a chat with Lachlan on the phone on Saturday revealed that Remy needed to keep up with the physiotherapy and keep moving or the injury wouldn't strengthen and it would continue to hurt. That was Flynn's side of the mission - to get the infuriating Cajun more active, and not in the interesting way.
He pushed up off the sofa and went to answer the door. He didn't bother with a shirt, still relaxing after a long night in just jeans with a glass of wine. He hadn't minded at all when Harri asked to meet with him. He pulled the door open with a smirk. "Flynn Hunter, at your service."
Harri's eyes took in bare chest appreciatively and she smirked back as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You might just live to regret that yet. Not tonight though. There are no boring parties to go to, I promise."
Flynn waved his hand and nudged the door closed behind her. "We'd have to go to a hotel or something anyway. Remy's home. But it's cool. He's out cold and even if he wakes up, it's unlikely he'll bother making the trek from the bedroom out here." He gestured to the sofa for her to take a seat. "So, what can I do for you, Ms Ryan? Would you like a drink?"
Harri nodded her head at the glass of wine he held. "I'll take a glass of wine, thank you. And I'm not here for sex, Flynn. I actually need you to help me with a small project."
Flynn went over to the kitchen area of the large open-planned apartment and took another wine glass from the cupboard. He brought it over and poured her a generous glass of the bottle of red he had opened a little while ago, handing it to her. "Let me guess. This has to do with Mr Pumatech, or whatever the fuck it was called again. What happened when I left? Did you actually talk or did you just continue to eye fuck?"
She gave a smile of thanks before she let out a derisive snort. "Bastard wanted to play games. I wound up slapping his smug face, and storming off." She took a small sip of the wine as she took a seat on the sofa and crossed her legs, rotating her foot as she admired her Jimmy Choos. "It was only when he entered the elevator while I was already on it that things got interesting. Angry, hard, sweaty, and fan-fucking-tastic type interesting."
Flynn raised an eyebrow and settled back down in the seat he vacated, curling his legs up underneath him and reaching for his packet of cigarettes. "Oh, well, the slap really got the point across then, didn't it?" he said with a teasing smirk. "What's the little project? Does he want a threesome or something?"
Harri shook her head. "No, no threesome. I'm going to try and..." she tucked her tongue against her cheek as she tried to think of the best way to put it, "... court him. See if he's interested in anything past the one night stand. And to be honest I don't care if the slap got the point across. It got me very well fucked. What I need from you is for you to wear your photographer's hat and take a few pictures."
"Whoa," Flynn commented with a laugh. "What's fueled this? Are you saying you want to date him? He could be a murderer or a cop or anything. Don't you want to know more about him first?"
"I'm already working on that," Harri replied. "First I just want to know if he really is the prick he seems to be. He accused me of wanting to charge him for sex, hence the slap. If he does respond to my wanting to charge him for the images then I know he's a true bastard. You can blame my best friend for the plan. And I don't know about dating, I'm just saying that I could consider something with him. A fling, some more angry sex... I don't know."
Flynn tilted his head. "He might have just said that to push all your buttons. I like how your best friend thinks. Still, what if the guy is married? You know the business types more than I do. Do you even know why he was at your party?" He got up and went over to the unit near the wall and pulled out a top-range digital camera. It was what he used when he filmed he and Remy going at it before Remy got shot. They had plans to film the three of them, but then Remy was hurt and things went down the toilet, right along with Remy's sex drive.
Harri couldn't help smirking as she looked at the camera. "I was just thinking about the three of you trying to create Christmas presents for each other in the form of porn. Anyway, I can only assume he was there to make his own connections. It's not unusual for business men to want to break into High Fashion. Even the married men who cheat still wear their rings. When you're rich, I don't think fucking around is particularly taboo. He had no ring."
Flynn held up his right hand where he wore a silver ring. He slipped it off and put it into his pocket as a demo. "Piece of cake. I doubt it, though. I got a sense the guy was a player and if he just fucked you in an elevator with security cameras at that time of night, he doesn't care who sees him get his cock out. Sure he's not related to Hugh Heffner?" He looked at the camera wistfully. "Not this year. Remy just wants to lie around on his arse and do nothing right now."
"Is this the healthy sort of doing nothing?" Harri took a sip of her wine and watched him with a brief flicker of concern. "He is a player. That much I know. The question is though if he's a player willing to engage in my kind of game."
Flynn shook his head. "Nope. Medical and experienced advice says it's not healthy at all, especially when he's practically living on ice cream and cigarettes." He flicked through some of the photos, finding a bunch of x-rated images from last time there. "Did you get the feeling he wanted to play? I mean, think about it. The guy took a slap and still came back to pound you into the wall. He mustn't have been too bothered by the rough handling."
Harri leaned back in her seat, her arm resting against the back of the sofa. She made no attempt to look at Flynn's images. They were his personal ones, and therefore none of her business despite their conversation topics. "Ice cream and cigarettes is definitely not healthy, even I know that. Have you tried just talking to him about it?" She closed her eyes as she remembered the elevator encounter. "No, he wasn't. We didn't exactly talk during the whole thing. I would like to think he wants to play, but there really is only one way to find out."
Flynn nodded. "Sort of. Maddy is going to try. It's my job to try and get him active, but the thing with Remy is he is one of the most stubborn shits you will ever cross paths with. Then there is the pain factor. I think he's favouring himself because it's easier to just veg out than get up, move, and end up in more pain." Flynn saved the images into a new folder and then held the camera up. "So, what's the plan?" he asked with a smirk.
"Good thing there's two of you then. He's not on medication for the pain?" Harri grinned as she shifted to slip out of her jacket. "Me nude, you taking the photographs. Then I send him the best one with a receipt asking him to pay. He'll have my contact details that way and we'll see if he comes to thank me in person, or sends me a cheque. I already left him with my panties, but I needed a first move to make."
"No. Remy has a thing. He's immune to most substances. He can't get drunk and most painkillers don't work. We can give him the really strong stuff, but it sends him off his face in the dosage he needs to even touch it and then it wears off really quickly. He's done the whole recovery thing in pain, and wanting to take the easy route with that is something I understand very well." Flynn laughed. "I like the way you think. I'm assuming you have his contact details to know where to send it?"
Harri's face reflected her surprise but she didn't ask for further details. "That must be very hard for him. For all of you. I hope it works out." She stood up and came over to Flynn, her hands on the armrests of his chair. "So does this mean you'll help, love? And yes, I do. I did my homework before I came here."
"He's tough. That's half our battle. He'll fight to the damn end." Flynn smirked up at her. "I'll help if you promise to call me the minute he responds to you."
"He's only hurting himself, doesn't he understand that?" Harri winked at him as she straightened back up and started to undress. "I'll give you plenty of details. Where and how do you want me?"
Flynn shook his head. "You're running the show here, love. You instruct me," he directed.
"Aiden said just to send him a picture of my breasts, but he can get tit pics anywhere." Harri stayed in her heels as she took a moment to think, the rest of her clothes in a neat pile on the end of the sofa. "If I send him all of me, then that's so much better. Hm..." She took a couple of steps, her mind still turning it over all the while. Various images of herself flicking through her mind as she tried to consider what would appeal to him the most. "If I try and go coy I think we both know that would be a fucking lie. He would, too."
Flynn laughed. "Well, your BFF is gay. He probably lacks a certain thread needed to know what a guy truly sexually appreciates in a woman's body," he pointed out and started snapping random shots of her, not waiting for her to take a particular pose. "Do you want to show all or just a hint to drive him wild? Or do you want to just throw it all out there and show him what he could have if he makes the right moves?"
"I want to get under his skin again," Harri said as she glanced back at Flynn from over her shoulder. She heard the camera whir and stayed still as the photo got taken. "If he just gets a hint then he'll hopefully go crazy to get more than a hint." She turned slightly and bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight and her eyes on Flynn. A little posing never hurt anyone. Plus if she ran her hands down her leg at this angle, the camera didn't get a full shot of her sex. "He'll still know what he could have."
Flynn kept snapping photos on the camera. "True. He has already had it. You need to make him want it again," he reasoned. "If he's the sort to just eat at a place and runs, never to visit the same restaurant twice, you have to make sure your menu sticks out like no other."
"He's the one that should have something sticking out," she reasoned with a smirk. Harri lowered herself into a crouch and turned to face Flynn. "Forgetting for the moment that I pay you, what keeps you coming back? What makes you come back to your girlfriend?" Harri crawled towards him, her movements almost feline.
Flynn held up his finger. "I can't really answer the first question because it's you booking me in that keeps me coming back. I haven't let myself go beyond that in my mind." He checked the current photo on the small screen and then continued taking them from a range of angles. "And even the second question is hard. I've known Maddy so long. I keep coming back because she's part of me."
"It must be nice to have that kind of connection," Harri commented softly. She just kept moving, sometimes on her feet, sometimes not. Whatever came in her head. Sooner or later there'd be a good shot in there somewhere. She brushed her fingers across her stomach. "Do you remember the first thing that attracted you to her? To your Cajun?"
"You don't have it with your BFF?" Flynn asked, looking at her over the top of the camera. "Maddy and I didn't fuck right up. We were friends first. The Cajun, well, Maddy invited him around for a threesome and the guy grabbed my cock, so that was pretty much what got me. But it was his eyes. He has unique eyes."
"I do, but I think it's different for you and Maddy. You have the sexual element to your connection. Aiden's my soul sister," she laughed. "He'd die if I grabbed his cock for anything other than a dare. We are a part of each other though." She wet her lips as she moved to sit in one of the chairs. "Why were you and Maddy never together to begin with?"
Flynn smirked and nodded. "If you ever decide to do that for a dare, I want to be a witness. I could use a good laugh," he said in amusement. "I don't know specifically. We just hit it off and got close fast. I mean, we did eventually sleep together but we both had seperate lives. It was more just a friendship thing. It all changed when the Cajun came on the scene. Plus, Maddy and mine relationship mostly became the strongest when I was sick."
"Deal." Harri couldn't help but be interested. She thought Flynn could just tell her to mind her own business if he got sick of her questions. Besides, it was easier to not focus on posing while she was more focused on talking. Helped make it a bit more natural and less staged. "But you are in love with her?"
"Yeah, of course. None of this would work if I wasn't. I know the whole threesome thing sounds like one big ongoing kink, but it's not like that. It's three very different personalities trying to work together as one. Two maybe more alike than the other who is very different, but its a challenge. There has to be a foundation of something. No relationship will survive without a solid foundation. You have to like yourself, then you have to like each other to love each other." Flynn shrugged. "It hasn't come without it pain and tension."
"You fight for it though. That's something. That's a big something. Not a lot of people would bother." Harri leaned forward and smiled as she tousled her hair. "I don't know if I'd wind up fighting for Mr Fraser, but it certainly is fun fighting with him."
Flynn paused for a moment. "Yeah, I guess we do fight for it. But it's reactionary. Fuck, when he was hurt, we both about near ruined it. Remy left and we were seriously doubting he would come back." He raised the camera again to snap some more shots. "What are you going to do if he turns out to be a really great guy beyond the bastard exterior?"
"He did come back. Die of shock?" Harri laughed. "I don't know. Try and go with the dating thing?"
"We had to go and literally crash his bed to convince him we did want him here. You have to meet him one day. He's... interesting," Flynn laughed. He raised his eyebrows. "Ohhhhhh, the 'dating thing', huh? How do you feel about that?"
Harri leaned back and crossed her legs as she folded her arms behind her head. "Still worried I'll wind up in bed with him? And I feel... awkward. Like I'm about to start a game I might not be able to finish. Still, I don't think that's ever stopped me before."
Flynn smirked. "Right now? I'm wondering if I'll even ever end up in bed with him again." He dropped down beside her and handed her the camera to show her what he had already taken. "Well, your BFF is doing it and pulling it off... pardon the pun. Maybe it's not so horrific. I think you're going to get along with Remy really well," he said in amusement.
Harri took the camera and flicked through the images. Flynn had outdone himself. "Can I have a copy of these?" Her thumb paused on the button as she reached one image taken while she'd first sat in the chair. One leg had been straight, showing off her Jimmy Choos, while her arms just managed to cover her breasts and her blonde hair fell around her face as her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. "What about this one? Aiden's always wanted it. I haven't."
Flynn looked over the photo with an indulgent smirk. "Looks like a damn fine choice," he agreed with a nod and then he met her eyes. "It just sounds like you haven't found the right person yet... or maybe you have."
Harri gave a small shrug as she smiled and met his eyes. "We'll see."
Harriet Ryan & Flynn Hunter
Original Character
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