a WRECKING BALL in a summer dress

hahahahahaha TRUE!!!! I guess I'm just off my game today!!!! I did have an idea today about charles and erik dating other people and meeting each other when one of their partners suggests a couple-swap? And they end up liking each other a HELL of a lot more than their original partner?

They’re about five minutes away from the restaurant when Erik makes another attempt.

“What if I don’t find her attractive? What if I find her too attractive? What if I hate her personality and can’t…perform?”

It’s a last ditch effort on his part – though not a terribly good one – to get out of the unorthodox outing Emma has planned for the evening. He’s still not sure why he agreed to it, and would have suspected Emma’s telepathic ‘encouragement’ if she didn’t already have him wrapped around her imperious little finger.

She reaches over and pats him on the knee, not bothering to hide her amusement at his misgivings. “You’ll be fine. Charles assures me that Moira’s quite beautiful and she has a lovely personality.”

Erik snorts. “How well do you know this ‘Charles’ anyway? Of course he’s going to like her, he’s dating her.”

“I trust his judgment, Erik. I’ve known Charles almost my entire life; I know better than he does what he finds attractive.” Emma smiles, the twinkle in her eye making him wonder what she’s not telling him. Like whether or not her ‘history’ with Charles might be the reason she’s so keen to swap partners for the night.

“Fine,” he answers, reaching for his wallet as the taxi pulls to a stop. “But I reserve the right to call things off.” And there’s no chance she’ll be as gorgeous as you.

Erik flings the doors open with an exaggerated sweep of his arm, making Emma laugh as they tumble out of the taxi. She grins at his rather blatant attempt at flattery and loops her arm through his, tugging him reluctantly towards the bistro’s front door.

“Trust me, Erik. You’ll thank me for this later, I guarantee it.”

—-

The restaurant is warm and inviting, bustling with activity but not too loud for conversation. It’s an excellent choice if the smells are an indicator of quality, and Erik acknowledges this telepathically – if a little begrudgedly.

“Oh I didn’t pick this place,” Emma says, as the two follow the maître d’ to a quiet and slightly more spacious corner of the bistro. “Charles did. He does have exquisite taste.”

He pulls the chair out for Emma before taking a seat beside her, rolling his eyes. “I bet he does.”

Luckily, he’s saved from having to hear any more about ‘Charles’ when Emma prompts him to look up, just as their dinner companions walk into view. Plastering on a polite smile, Erik readies himself for their guests; he’s already thinking of ways to make Emma pay for what will no doubt be an excruciating evening filled with awkward tension.

To say that he’s pleasantly surprised is an understatement; Erik finds himself speechless as he stares at the couple now standing in front of him, exchanging excited greetings with Emma. The pair is strikingly beautiful, with matching chocolate tresses and perfect skin. Charles is dressed in a navy blue Armani suit, an impeccable cut that accents his broad shoulders and the blue of his eyes. Moira is gorgeous as promised, elegant in a black slip dress that just happens to contrast beautifully against Emma’s sparkling white ensemble.

“Erik,” Charles says, his voice smooth and flirty, curling around his name like a lover’s caress, “it’s so nice to meet you. Moira and I have been looking forward to this dinner all week.” He doesn’t miss the way Charles squeezes his hand lightly before helping Moira into her seat, or the way Emma’s eyes dart between the two men before settling on Moira, the women sharing a smile and a knowing look as the waiter hands them their menus.

“Well then,” Moira chuckles, clapping her hands together with unabashed delight, “are we ready to have some fun?”

—-

“This is not how I expected the evening to go,” Erik pants, some indeterminate amount of time later, lips bruised and hair messy as Charles pushes him against the men’s room wall. He’s so hard it hurts, his erection aching all through dinner as Charles sends lewd image after lewd image at him, until Erik had to excuse himself from the table. And now the two of them are here, with his pants around his ankles and Charles’ hands wrapped around his cock and Erik thinks he owes Emma an apology for ever doubting her.

No apology necessary, Dearest, he hears, as Charles takes Erik in his mouth and swallows him down. Enjoy yourselves tonight…and Moira and I will bring breakfast in the morning.

NICE THOUGHTS CHALLENGE. Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send this to 10 of your favourite followers.

LUNI I JUST SAW THIS! I’m sorry it’s so delayed….and THANK YOU!

I’m actually the most self-deprecating person in the world, so it’s hard for me to say nice things about myself and not sound like an asshole…but let’s try!

1) I have nice ankles I think? They’re bizarrely small and contribute to probably 75% of my clumsiness, but I like how strangely sharp they are, like cartoon character ankles…

2) I think I have a pretty interesting sense of style? I’ve been told I dress like a pirate and I can also invade a room and make it weird and cozy and completely my own within a couple of days…

3) I have long fingers which are good for playing the piano and guitar and basketball and also strangling people, if the need arises…

4) I’m very tall and can reach things on high shelves…

5) I’m genuinely, sickeningly optimistic and enthusiastic about other people. Like, ask me to say 5 nice things about myself and I sit here for more than 15 minutes straining to think of something, but ask me to say something nice about one of my friends or acquaintances and I’ll rattle off a list of 20 in less than a minute! YAY FRIENDS!