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✰ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝗒－𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ✰

ONE PARTICULAR EVENING AT LA Bonne Nuit a few days after FP's party, Emilia was bartending for the speakeasy/casino, Claudia was at a sleepover, and her grandmother and Livvy were at FP's for the evening. That meant Emilia was a free agent for a while. She drove her grandmother's car over to Sweet Pea's trailer, deciding the Harley wasn't the best move for her healing concussion.

        Emilia knocked on the door, her skimpy lace top that showed plenty of cleavage was under her Serpent jacket, a short skirt over her lower half. She was on a mission, and Sweet Pea's eyes widened to well over twice their size when he opened his door and saw her standing there, hair straightened, snake necklace pointing to her star tattoo. "Oh, hell." Sweet Pea muttered, biting at his lip.

        Winking, Emilia pushed her way into his trailer, locking the door as Sweet Pea turned her around, pushing her into it gently, yet firmly. "You should've come to the speakeasy tonight. Would've kept all the lookers at bay." Emilia said, fingers hooking into Sweet Pea's belt loops, pulling him flush against her, his jeans riding against her bare legs.

        "Yeah, I guess I should've," Sweet Pea tore away her Serpent jacket, discarding it on the floor. He didn't realize quite how much her delicate top exposed until it was all she was wearing above her mini skirt. "Maybe I should do something to make sure everyone knows you're spoken for." Sweet Pea said lowly, fingers rolling down Emilia's body.

        Emilia pushed her lips onto his. "I'd be down for that." she whispered against his soft lips, pulling him closer to her.

        Then, Sweet Pea lifted her into his arms and placed her on his bed quickly, instantly latching his lips onto her neck, her head tossed back in bliss. He pushed her hair out of the way and completely ravaged her, the way they had both been desperately needing. As Sweet Pea's face dipped between her breasts, his strong grip nearly ripping her top in half, Emilia desperately unbuttoned his flannel shirt.

        He smirked when he looked up at her, licking his lips at the sight of her panting and flushed beneath him, pulling his unbuttoned shirt off. "You started this. Hope you're ready." Sweet Pea warned, moving on top of her. He pinned her between his legs, pulling her top off tantalizingly slow, her arms raised to help him. Then, he unclipped her bra and his lips latched onto one of her breasts, fondling the other while she moaned and gripped the sheets.

        Sweet Pea continued working her cleavage, his free hand unzipping her mini skirt and tugging both it and her underwear down, tossing them somewhere over his head. She had already kicked her shoes off. Sweet Pea trailed kisses all the way down to her inner thighs, spreading her legs before diving between them, her hands tugging feverishly at his hair.

        When she came, he smiled, his dimples showing. Emilia breathed heavily as he stood up straight, wiping at his lips. "What are you waiting for, hot shot?" Emilia teased, pushing herself closer to his headboard.

        Quickly, Sweet Pea undid his belt and freed himself of his lower clothes, pushing himself into Emilia when she told him she was ready, sliding a condom on as he always did. Aggressive in the way Emilia loved, Sweet Pea slammed himself into her over and over again until she was almost at her peak with him not far behind. He bit and sucked at her neck to contain his loud moans, but she groaned his name shamelessly, nails scratching his back.

        Then, Emilia flipped them over, continuing with their movements on top this time. One hand settled on the center of Sweet Pea's chest, the other gripping the headboard. Emilia's mouth fell open as her movements slowed, and Sweet Pea breathed heavily, experiencing the same incredible feeling. Sweet Pea forced himself to his feet as Emilia rolled off of him, cleaning himself off and pulling on his boxers.

        When he came back over to her, she was cleaning herself, tugging her sweaty hair into a quick and messy braid. "Here." Sweet Pea pulled one of his shirts over her head, and she was satisfied that it smelled like him.

        Sweet Pea collapsed on his bed under his sheets, opening his arm for Emilia. She crashed into him, using his large bicep as her favorite pillow, arms around him, leg tossed over his thighs. "I love you." Emilia kissed his cheek, exhausted.

        "I love you, too," Sweet Pea ran a hand through his messy hair, tugging her close. "How's your head?" he questioned, but when he looked down at her, she was already sound asleep. So, Sweet Pea covered her shoulders with his sheets, rolling over so his arms were around her waist, and he slept too.

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