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Married Iife

“Sweetie, this is dumb” sitting adorably on the countertop, legs crossed, looking pretty as a picture. she could call him the king of all jackasses, and he’d call it a fair assessment if it meant he kept all her attention. Even the bad kind of attention, there in her slender fingers held the fruits of his labor, three sleepless nights, and countless re-writes.

Usually he would just go to the team of writers and “yes” men to look over any new proposals, but this required more than the vapid roar of praise that equaled out to very little truth, so here he was getting an incredulous look from his beautiful wife as she read over what now is apparently garbage in her perfectly manicured hand.

“Who was this even for” he won't lie, the quality of the network has been in a stark decline for years, they were literally pandering to the lowest denominator. He wasn't proud but c’mon….a little harsh, no?

Her sigh of irritation and mild amusement still makes him a little hot under the collar despite the will to hold on to his own irritation. “Baby, you're not exactly falling into the target demographic here….is it really that bad?” Despite the bravado, and the fact any attention is good attention, he still craved positive validation too,(sue me) eyes shifting around the room nervously as his love continued to read. Whisky colored eyes finally meet his with a sardonic smirk playing upon her warm features “its good enough for who its for” scooting off the counter in a little jump that drew attention to his wifes better….assets, it lightened the sting a bit, but he’d accept the thinly veiled approval even though it felt forced out with the jaws of life.

Now for the best part of their little critique sessions, making a move to cage her in with the countertop, he leaned down to receive the balm for his slightly abraded ego,she was a mean little thing but she could be so sweet.

Noticing their new position and rolling her honey eyes at her husband's antics, but succumbing all the same. Grabbing at thick black hair and yanking until he lowered to her taste, and showered him in kisses and actual critique
A kiss to his forehead “ its reality tv, it depends more on the personalities you hire-
A kiss to the cheek “and not so much any plot line”
A kiss to the other cheek “you don't need to be so heavy handed, the best stories are the ones that are organic my dear”
A kiss to the neck “ It would actually help if you took more of a step back”

He was barely listening, trying to chase after her lips and whimpering when he failed to connect, with every tug of soft black strands he felt himself fall more and more, but if he were being honest that “worked” for him too.

Fuck, he wanted to grab her by the hair too, turn her around and just make a mess of her and the kitchen. Unfortunately a strong boundary for his love was, dont fucking touch her hair, in her own words “this isnt a petting zoo my love, look with your eyes not with your hands”. Usually that's not a hard thing to avoid, but her hair was literally gravity defying, a firework of dark red and light brown curls that fell past the sluttiest waist he’d ever seen on a real woman.

Point is, we all have our crosses to bare, instead of grabbing soft curls, he occupied himself with teasing that waist and slowly working his way down to wider hips.

Humming her disapproval into lips that finally captured her, “no, we don't have time for any of that, now do we?” sounding a bit disappointed herself, and leaning in for another kiss regardless of her words

So sweet

“Please…please, baby” each word punctuated with kisses of his own, hands now fully cupping her backside, rolling her eyes, once again. With a final kiss to her husbands nuzzling face, so full of affection. So needy. So perfect.
“You can beg better than that” her silky voice absolutely made for radio, for song, played into his ear, causing a shiver. Yes, yes he could beg better than that.
Falling to his knees in an almost worshipful stance,and still gripping her hips and thighs,batting big blue eyes as if it would get him anywhere,but it's all about the visuals baby.
“Pleeease sweetie, I don't mind being late” adding as much honey as he could to his voice, really trying to sell it, she had the nerve to put her finger to her chin in an overly dramatic contemplative pose. “Hmm…have you been a good boy?” she said while leaning down and showing off her cleavage, now she was just being unfair.
“Soooo good baby”. It was a tough call. either stare into those fathomless honey eyes, filled with amusement and a bit of playful malice, or into the dark of a rarely open blouse.
He knows which one will earn him brownie points, and if he plays his cards right, he’ll be seeing his girls soon enough.”allie” he crooned….”c’mon, i’ll be so good” allie was an old nickname that alway had a peculiar effect on his wife, it softened her made her look at him, really look. He loved her eyes, especially when they were focused on him. Made him feel like he was ten feet tall, like every dream he ever had could be realized, like he mattered. Meetings and crappy tv show pitches be damned, he was staying home with his wife. The temptation to touch her grew more overwhelming the longer he sat on his knees, but he promised to be a good boy for her. He would get up, only on her say so, he was a good boy.

“Allie” waited a breath to test her pets resolve, like a puppy awaiting a treat for good behavior, hands never roaming, eyes supplicant and wanting. Still leaning over him with her own eyes drinking in his submission, a powerful man like him on his knees for a midday quickie, standing straighter and looking down on him, literally and figuratively. “Stand” the command was curt and all business, no teasing lit, or humor to be found, it demanded obedience, and who was he to refuse her of anything.

The grip on his tie choked slightly around the tv mogul's neck, truly being led around like a petulant puppy on a leash. Only one destination in mind. The clacking of heels working as a pavlovian signal to his brain to make him harder than fucking diamonds. He actually had to use all his self restraint to simply not pick up his wife like a sack of potatoes and toss her into the bedroom, the last time he did that, allie wouldn't look at him in the eye for 3 days (worth it)

Needless to say, they never made it to the bedroom

Instead Landing in a heap on the couch,her husband childishly giggling while tossing them both. She lightly smacks her husband's chest for such a presumptuous move. Seems her husband wanted to play the brat today, meaning he wasn't going to make it back to work. She wondered what excuse he would come up with for this, before quickly dismissing the thought as (not her problem).

Allie’s feeble attempts to admonish him did nothing but excite him more, 15 years and it was all still so exciting. When they first met it was lightning for him, a eureka moment, suddenly every crappy love song made so much more sense, instead of the crooning of the infatuated and the naive, he saw true poets and philosophers. Allie, well…allie had the opposite feeling, what she felt upon meeting eyes with her future husband was, “wow, what a smug asshole” the man had a dopey grin on his face just begging for a smack, the phrase “punchable face” came to mind,and her opinion did not change quickly. Even now looking down at the giggling, smiling mess currently trying to decide whether to grab her ass or hips, words like, Smug and arrogant came to mind…..cute too….she reluctantly admitted.

Feeling a disgusting amount of affection overtake the radio vixen, and once again found herself raining kisses down onto that blushing infatuated face. Vaughn seemed to finally come to a decision, her ass it was. Necking and petting like a couple of teenagers, still massaging his wife's backside before grabbing at allies hips to position her on a thigh, dragging them both into a sitting position.

Allie already knew what her darling had in mind, already reaching out to bury her head in his shoulder, denying him the enjoyment of seeing her face for what he did next.Vaughn was always such a visual creature.

The rhythm started slow before picking up speed “ah,” alice bit hard into van shoulder to silence those embarrassing mewls, subconsciously arching into the pace van set his legs into creating rhythmic ‘clack’ ‘clack’ ‘clack’ ‘clack’ ‘clack’ ‘clack’ of his heels meeting the hardwood floor. He was bouncing her on his lap like a fussy child. His rhythm started in earnest making it hard for the radio host to remain quiet let alone still her hips from grinding on her husbands thigh like the most wonton of whores. Clinging to him, becoming more desperate with every thrust her husband’s thigh. “Mmph” she hated making those pathetic mewling, keening noises.”That's right baby, feels good doesn't it?” Her husband on the other hand. “That;s a good girl” always had a hard time doing these activities in silence.

Her panties were dripping through her stockings, her skirt kept hiking up, Vaughn was using her ass as leverage to bounce her in time with his thigh. Having her like this, noisy and clingy, it usually took some effort to get his love to even this point. having her arch onto him like this, hands clinging, truly made life worth living.

Gently guiding her down onto the couch was a bit of an endeavor with allie’s frantic squirming “ easy baby, i'm not done yet”the amusement in his voice was slightly irksome. All was forgiven when Vaughn's hands started wandering over plump thighs while her husband finally got his mouth on her in a hungry kind of kiss. Still playing with the warm softness of her thighs, those kisses began to migrate from eager lips to a sensitive throat. Leaving gentle nips stealing the cutest sounds from the woman beneath him. Sharp manicured nails dig pleasantly into his scalp
Before yanking him back by the root.

“ you know i'm ticklish” said with absolutely zero sex appeal and just as curt. Just when he thought he couldn't get harder.” babe, that hurts so good!” “ …” the silence coupled with a less than pleased look let the man know he had a limited time to get his “audience” back on his side.

The hand that had previously been playing with the meat of a thigh suddenly got very business-like and shot up her skirt. The nylon of her stockings speeding his hands approach, Vaughn is gentle when he touches her, anything more will overwhelm the poor thing. Using the seam of those velvet nylons to mark the path his thumb took, long slow strokes, up and down, up and down with barely there pressure. A tease to whet the appetite, while he buries his face in the radio hosts still clothed breasts mouthing at them, licking, a muted pleasure to get his wife used to the stimulation before upping the ante.

His Allie was so warm and wet, Vaughn never got tired of the feel of her, but he has to play this smart. His baby was a sensitive little thing, any wrong move and this turned into a cuddling session. Not that it was a bad thing, but he was in the mood for something more filling.

Fuck, she smelled so good, increasing the prssure of his stoking hand bit by bit, while paying special attention to where her clit would be, knowing he found his mark when long legs and supple thighs tried to trap his hand but being impeded by narrow hips. Burying his face in her chest one last time before mustering the emotional strength to get off his love for a moment to do something a bit impetuous. It was a toss up as to if his next request would be granted or not.

“Turn over for me baby” he expected the resistance, it's his favorite part of the game, those big doe eyes widening at the sudden request “ oh, and whatever for?” she knew damn well what for, she just liked teasing him.

Like a bored house cat playing with its food, he would be insulted if he weren't so turned on by it. . “Turn around, and take off your panties” said like a command ,he’s not asking anymore, don’t get him wrong he likes a little heavy petting as much as the next guy, but all the teasing was starting to grate. His dick was starting to ache.

He could see the mischief in her eyes, paired with a coy smile, “If I do,what will you give me?” she said while laying back onto the couch in a tempting pose, while her wild curls splayed around her like a halo,completing the picture of total debauchery. “Oh baby, you know exactly what I'm gonna give you, and I'm gonna be giving it to you for the next few hours” hands already struggling to undo his pants, the clink of the belt echoing the room.

“Getting ahead of yourself are we” despite the sass she does as asked.

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It was irritating, even with his eyes closed the golden glow of the sun refused to be impeded.Burying his head in what he expected to be his well worn pillow, only to be met with dark curls. He was practically draped over the woman like a blanket. This was a quirk of his that Allie fought, pushing and pulling the dead weight that was her husband to and fro, for even the tiniest taste of fresh air. through the years she succumbed to the reality that her husband was a level 10 cuddle monster. She became so used to his weight and warmth that she could hardly call it a trial anymore.

He loved the smell of her, especially bathed in the morning light, the alarm was set to go off any minute, so he contented himself with a bit more cuddling, better get it while the gettin's good, because once awake the woman was a hurricane. Wrangling three teenagers, and a precocious toddler was not for the weak of heart, he loved his children ,but fuck if the apples didnt fall straight to the bottom of the tree.

Ugh, he had to get up and get ready for work, the thought of playing hooky briefly flitted across his mind before realizing it wouldn't be much fun without Allie there, and she'd sooner chew off her own arm than deviate from “a perfectly adequate schedule”.

“BEEP BEEEP BEEP” instead of getting a start on the day, as his annoyed wife started to move from his very loving embrace. “Babe, just five more minutes, please” muffled into her hair as strong arms constricted to keep his wife in place beneath him.

“Unhand me this instant” whispered and barely heard with her face first in that pillow. His mind descending into filth at the thought, blue eyes peered over at the still blaring clock. wondering a few things, one, was there enough time for a morning quickie, two could he persuade Allie fast enough for that to be a possibility. Both ideas were quickly scrapped as allie all but shoved him off the bed like a heavy blanket before shutting off the incessant noise.

Accepting his fate amongst the other thrown aside comforters littering their bed, Vaughn lay sprawled in his best “starfish” pose, ah, how cold is his sweetheart. No matter, the view was more than enough to make up for her icy treatment. Allie had a peculiar wake up routine, not because it was particularly strange, no. It was beautiful, watching her stretch and wane was like watching softcore porn, all the sleek supple lines of her body on display as she stretches in preparation for the circus that is their children.

All these years later he still can’t believe this is his life. If you had told him 20 years ago he’d be a happily domesticated man, the player that he was. Vaugn would have called that wishful thinking on your part. At first he’d only wanted to have a lil fun with her, a roll in the hay, allie was quick to make it known, that kind of “fun” was beneath her, but if he wanted to talk “shop” she wouldn't mind the company. That's how the best friendship he’d ever encountered started, and quickly turned problematic.

Vaugn is self-aware enough to admit…he was his wife's stalker for a decent amount of time. As it turned out the greatest friendship was just enough of a “free trial” of what it would be like to date Allie, that he was halfway convinced that they already were. She’s smart, beautiful, and hilariously funny in a way that she herself isn't aware of. She takes him seriously. Working In media, of course you have to have a pretty face and boundless perceived confidence, when he was first starting out, that's all he had, at least that's how everyone made him feel, just a pretty face for the camera. “Classic” good looks paired with the “otherness” of his minor heterochromia that apparently “added flair to his face” whatever that meant, honestly sometimes he forgot one eye just happened to be bluer than the other, He didn't even think it was all that noticeable unless you looked for it.

Point is, he was a handsome man, and he capitalized on it at every turn…until he couldn't.

Don’t get him wrong, the fact that Allie saw him for who he was, and not what he looked like was refreshing. Finally, someone sees him, sees his vision, and that he has ideas too. He appreciated it until he realized he wanted her, and his looks were not going to save him this time.

Allie is on the Ace sexuality spectrum, the truth is he could have looked like David Becham, and it would have mattered less than nothing to her, she told him of this on their first meeting when he’d made that embarrassing pass at her. Vaughn spent hours researching this sexuality he’d never even heard of, felt like they were coming out with a new one every six months, but he studied it harder than any assignment he’d ever had. He was disheartened at first when he saw that physical intimacy wasn't going to be in the cards for them…so…he gave up.

He Went back to his long-time fuck buddy Valentina, an up-and-coming super model, and tried to actually learn to just be friends with a woman. Things worked like that for a long time, until every free thought was “I wonder if Allie would like this” or “Allie would look stunning in this dress”

Vaugn figured it was some sort of fomo, he’d never slept with her so he was making a bigger deal out of his feelings, He figured if he could just sleep with her once and see that all the secrets of the universe were in fact, not between her legs he’d be over it, But…he’d never disrespect her by even trying, that's another shocking thing for him, respecting a woman so much that even if he wanted her, he didn't want to risk what he had by fucking her.

So…The stalking started, it started small at first, he scoured for any kind of content of her, from tuning in to her radio shows to looking up all of her old record singles. Then he started trying to memorize her schedule so that he could “accidentally” bump into her when she went out. Soon enough, even this wasn't enough, it felt like he couldn't even breathe if she wasn't near him, like he wasn't living unless she was talking to him.

Valentina was personally sick of hearing him wax poetic about her eyes, he couldn't decide if the color was of honey or whisky. The infatuation made him bolder, when they danced, a hand would linger around a slim waist, or maybe he’d stand just a bit too close at the bar to catch the scent of her perfume, he’d even toyed with the idea of gifting said perfume to Valentinna, so when he fucked her into the mattress he could close his eyes and really get lost in the fantasy that it was Allie making those sounds, It was Allie who gripped the sheets. No, that was too dangerous a temptation, he’d almost got caught multiple times with her name on his lips, He wasn't ready for that confrontation.

This little crush was eating him alive.

He was sure that he was going insane, Vaughn didn't want to hurt her, or scare her off, he didn't want to come to hate her, but his actions as of late were becoming concerning even to himself, as he fought with the idea, that he might have to let her go for both their sakes, something happened.

“Vaughn…I think I love you”

He stared, just stared at her for what felt like hours but were likely very long minutes, Vaugn figures he must be having a hallucination, oh, god was this the final step into his descent in this oppressive, mad love he had for Allie, hallucinations!?

“ I know you're dating Valentina, and I don't want to get in between you two, but I just had to tell you before we part ways”

That brought him back “part ways?” “part ways?” After saying all that does this woman think she can ever get away from him now?! Not only the that, fuck no was he dating Valentina, he’d go bankrupt for one, and for two…he doesn’t love her…not the way he loves allie. He’s never envisioned himself married,but now, whenever he saw a wedding dress he’d inadvertently imagine Allie wearing it. He’d tried to fight off those gross romantic idelings in the beginning, now he’d even thought about what flowers would match her pretty brown skin, no, he and Allie weren't parting ways.

“We aren’t dating!!” Vaughn all but yelled into her face, making the pretty thing jump a bit.

Smooth

“ I mean..ehm..were not dating, were just friends”

“Vaugn, you don't have to lie to spare my feelings, I just needed you to know” she looked away at that statement.

Shit, he might actually lose the woman of his dreams because he couldn't stop fucking, to deal with his actual feelings.”Al, I swear were not, I mean, we take care of each other, physically every once in a while, but it means nothing” He didn't even notice that he’s scooted closer during his pleadings, until he actively had to look down at the woman, meeting big” honey/whisky” eyes, all doe like in appearance. Vaughn had never seen Allie look so..sad..Like she had accepted that he would never love her.

That's it, he can’t take it anymore, after years of self-restraint and second guessing, he gave up,

And finally kissed her, even if she does leave, he just needs to know what it would have felt like.
He imagines this as all their possible kisses, the one after their first date, the one that would make her his wife, the one he would give her after she birthed their child, and the one they'd have at the end of their life, If this was all they'd have, he’d put everything into it, all his love, and all their friendship.

So lost in the moment he barely registered that he hadn't been thrown to the ground or pushed aside, now they were full on making out on his couch, closed-mouthed and as nervous as teenagers.

“But y-you said you were” mumbled an inch from her lips, feeling foolish for even stopping to talk

Her smile was soft and genuine, “have you ever heard of demi-sexuality?” his confused face telegraphed the answer fine enough. Allie looked at him through her lashes and just like that, he was gone from this mortal plane. Kissing and nipping at her like a starved man, and for all intent and purpose, he was, he had been starved of someone so necessary for so long.
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Laying on the bed still leering at Allie as she changed from his old t-shirt to a bathrobe to get to the shower. His musings had made him slow, usually it would be a race to the bathroom any other morning. Even though the nudity was quick, it was still appreciated so Allie could have this one. They sure had been through a lot together, and honestly Vaughn is still afraid to admit even to himself that if Allie hadn’t confessed, he might not have been able to give all this up, that there was a part of himself that was so possessive, and obsessive was kind of scary.

No use thinking about what could have been

Not like he would ever become some obsessive weirdo hiding out in a man cave feigning for any attention Allie would give him, could you even imagine.

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“Dad, I need money” said a bored black-haired teenager who hadn't even bothered to look up from her phone.
“And good morning to you too Velvette, oh me, I'm just fine, thank you for asking” Vaughn said in a sugary voice and his signature morning news smile. All teeth.

“Just so ya know it's super creepy when you do that” Velvette said, he kept the smile all the while fishing for his wallet, “and what would today's loan be for sweetie” holding her precious money hostage until he got a satisfactory answer, he loves her but blowing through 250 a week at her age is suspicious.

she rolled her brown eyes so hard he’s sure she saw her brain, before sighing as if she had the world's troubles on her 16-year-old back “ugh, I need more fabric, the competition at this year's fashion show is fierce, and winning that scholarship while making lesser bitches cry is just the icing on the cake.” “Unless you don't want a discount for my college?”

Vaugn looked around to make sure Allie didn't just hear that. He didn't mind a bit of “colorful language” ; these were his children after all, but Allie wouldn't stand for it.

Coast clear

“You don’t need to worry about that, but I'll still support you in making ‘lesser bitches’ cry "Vaughn handed her the money before starting to see what his wife made for breakfast “I thought you'd see it my way” vel said with a smug smile before returning to her phone, sometimes they were just too similar.

“Good morning my darlings” the happy lit to Al’s voice meant it really was going to be a good morning, happy wife, happy life and all that. She came striding in with a toddler at her hip, the boy was trying to paw at his mother’s hair, now currently tied atop her head for the very reason of a toddler's curious hands.
“Velvette, where is Venice, and Andy” Al asked as she sat their youngest son Blake, in his high chair “what am I their keeper” Velvette knew to look at her mother when she addressed her, even if it was just to sass. A simple ‘I don’t know’ will suffice, darling” Allie sang, you could see the effort it took her not to show any outward disrespect before going back to her device.
The two always did have a complex relationship.

There was a loud thumping of what could be described as a herd of buffalo coming down the stairs, speak of the devil. “Andy, Venice! , Stop running in the house!” two boys came to an abrupt halt at the door, the oldest nearly running over his much smaller brother. “Sorry dad” they said in unison.

The big red head Lombard toward the kitchen table, his growth spurt was still recently enough that the boy still held himself awkwardly, his gait less than graceful. Vaughn understands, it took him a bit to get accustomed to his own large frame.

Sitting down next to his mother they started talking about their morning and plans for the day while his younger, Venice ambled over to his twin sister to sit and wait for breakfast to be served.

Allie, noting that all members were present, started to plate the food for the children.
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Puberty

Allie knew she wasn't as popular as vaughn, even at her “best” when she was a sell out pop singer to foot the bills in her early teens,( she still holds a grudge against her father for making her do that) No, she has never reached the same acclaim, Now usually this never bothers her. Her audience is on the more eclectic and discerning side nowadays.

The only time this changes is when she meets Von’s parents, more specifically..his mother, Susan. “Hello!! Ah,how I've waited for this day!” you'd think her son was coming back from the great war the way this woman carries on. Susan ran to greet the children.

Susan’s husband stood in the back as still and quiet as the dead, her kind of man, vaughn's father, kang, was a man of very few words, but the concise words he did have, very much suffice..unlike…”That wife of yours absolutely hides these precious gems away from me, you simply musn’t alicia!” she squeaks while pinching a less than enthused velvette on the cheek.

“Its alice, dear mother” Alice says as she struggles to keep the smile on her face, she’s dated/known von for 5 years and been married for 20, and it never gets easier,this bitch absolutely knows her name!

“Same difference” she sniffs as she locks in on an already panicked toddler sensing grabbing hands coming his way. He buries his head in his mothers chest but it’s useless,she’s already spotted him, Alice has to hold herself back from trying to wrestle her son back into her arms.

And Vaugn, oh he’s just loving this, sidelong glances and a small smile barely containing quiet laughter. Usually Alice isn't the jealous type, she never clings, or guards her husband's attention. After all why would she, she knows she has no competition, But susan is a strong contender. Dominating every conversation, insisting there are other things vaugn must do.

Oh vaughn have you met Shelly, she’s such a doll, or von, could you fix this faucet? I absolutely don't know what to do with it. The demands are never ending, and vaugn never says no, So if she would like to see her husband at all this week, She will quite literally have to compete for it.

Vaughn is just eating it up.

Blake is less enthused, small whines and sniffles quickly turning into a bereft wail, huh? So kids can sense evil. Unfortunate for Blake and lucky for Velvette, but since his birth, Blake has usurped Velvette as susan's favorite. The evil bitch, picks based upon who looks the most like her golden child, Vaughn, and Blake is a photocopy with only slightly curlier hair.
Alice had even been accused of being his nanny and not his mother, what a day that was.

The only major difference between the two is that blakes heterochromia was not minor, sporting a dark brown and his father’s bluest eye. I bet that ornery old cow thinks that’s a defect.

Andy, poor andy wasn't even in the running, a brown boy with dark red hair, nearly dwarfing his fathers height, Alice doesn't even think susan has ever even spoken to him personally, thank goodness he seems to have his grandfather's temperament about these things. An easy going lad.

Venice is quite literally hiding behind Andy's bulk pretending to clean his glasses to look busy, smart boy, He learns quick.

“Come now everyone, inside or you’ll catch your death” susan yelled as she spun on her heel with a still distressed toddler. “If only” Velvette whispered under her breath, usually her back sass is not tolerated, but, dire circumstances and all that.

Vaughn, Andy, and father in law descend upon the bags, like proper gentlemen. Venice being exempt for his smaller, weaker frame and even weaker constitution. Alice noted out the corner of her eye, kang admire andy’s 6’3 build, remarking upon how sturdy he was as andy picked up multiple bags at once, joking with his own son that he must get it from their side, despite being a small chinese man of 5’5, earning a laugh from his child and grand child respectively. It’s nice that at least one of Andy's grandparents tries to get to know him.

When she looks proper, they all do look related, now this much should be obvious, but when Andy was born, questions of his paternity came up.Those questions nearly rid alice of that shrew in the beginning,with vaughn threatening to cut contact if he even heard so much as a whisper of it again.

Alice could almost stand the insult if it rid her of Susan for good, but the woman, for all her many flaws, did love her son, and she never made that accusation again.
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It's funny, when she first met Vaughn she was sure she'd never date let alone be a mother, let's just say the steps to get to both were not steps she wanted to take. As a matter of fact,the first thing out of Vaugns mouth upon meeting her at an awards show was “ Fuck, I used to masterbate to you all through puberty” clearly drunk but somehow the crude comment was delived like a compliment.

Alice took a big breath before releasing it, just one more dumb show, just one more dumb show, then she would retire and her real life would begin.No more dancing on stage for gross old men who didn’t care that she wasn't legal. No more singing explicit songs about things she knew nothing about nor wanted too.

It was gonna be easy sailing after tonight, barely hiding her disgust, she cast her best video vixen smile, paired with bedroom eyes that embodied the character she had to endow since she was 16. “Well thank you sugar, it’s always nice to meet a fan” she said sweetly despite her saucy look, that was a part of her “marketability”, a Madonna whore if there ever was.

Quickly seizing the chance to walk away as he leered at her in barely contained lust.
Reaching for her as she sharpley turned away to the safety of her father standing across the room. “Hey, darlin, you ok,” her father looked down on her in deep concern, masked with mild amusement. His big green/hazel eyes never were quite able to hide his thoughts.

She knows that if their situation wasn't so dire, neither one of them would be in this mess, but Alice still couldn't help the slight resentment about it all.

“Oh nothing big buck, just the usual creepers, ain't nothin I can’t handle” and that was the truth, it was just sometimes, it made her feel better to be near him. To know someone knew her, and had her back without question.

“I know as much lil doe, but if you want to back out early, just let me know, we have more than enough now to just walk away, ya hear”.Her father leaned down to tell her this as if it were a secret, and in a way it was, no one knew of her retirement besides the label and her manager, her dad.

“No, I got one last performance in me, and their gonna have to hear me, for real this time”
No more signing about shaking ass at the club, she’s not even old enough to go to one.
No more dancing like a showgirl,And no more of these scraps of fabric masquerading as clothing!

They want a show, i’ll give them the first, last and best show ever performed.

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“Welcome to the 60th annual music & film Awards, welcome our host freddy venus!”

The crowd erupted in rapturous applause, having witnessed a living legend come upon the stage, Alice stood behind the curtain mentally preparing herself for the spectacle that she was not only due to perform, but embody.

“Its an honor to be your host tonight, so much talent in one room,I’m truly in awe”
Freddy touches his heart in mock gentleness, before a genuine smile full of mirth broke out on his face. “Ok that's enough sincerity, do you wanna hear an old queen droll on or do you wanna hear some music!!”

The eruption felt like it doubled ten fold, Alice was nervous, she always was before a performance, even the bad ones, which had been all of them as of late, but not this time.

“Let's welcome to the stage, the sexy, the bad, and the sweetest southern bell we ever had, Autumn Reign!!”
Alice sees her que, adjusts her guitar, it would be making its first appearance,and mic before running onto the stage.

“Whooo! Booty bigger than a snicker! Ya girl is gonna make it reign up in here!!”
Ugh, who comes up with these crass lines at the production company.That thought had to wait.
Now, usually she raps some repetitive classless lyrics and everyone eats it up. She likes rap, the real kind that's storytelling and poetry. describing how wet she is for an audience,just lacks the same charm as the former.

The crowd hushes in confusion as Alice makes her way to the piano instead of dancing, her hands lovingly slide over the keys before she takes a seat.

She begins to play and harmonize with the tune

“Hey, kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight's hitting something
That's been known to change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You're gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound

The crowd picks up

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet?
Ooh, but they're so spaced out
Bennie and the Jets
Oh, but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh, Bennie, she's really keen

Alice closes her eyes and finally enjoys a performance for the first time in years

She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Bennie and the Jets

Vaugn sobers up in the crowd only to be met by the voice of an angel, she sounded nothing like the videos of her he’d scoured the internet for in his younger days.

The song continued on, no one had any idea someone like reign could even play the piano, let alone at such a mastery, they were gobsmacked when she stopped playing, and switched over to her guitar for an actual guitar solo!

The crowd went wild

She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets
Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie, Bennie and the Jets!

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Alice remembered after her show, many questions were asked about her “new sound” and if the world could look forward to her new album.

At the time she’d sooner sit naked on hot asphalt than enter into another record contract, but she held up her seductive smile and simply said “I guess we’ll see”

Being famous was never the point of any of it, she just wanted to protect her mother. So letting it all go was easy, but like anything in the world, her brief Swaray into pop stardom came with consequences. No matter what she did, those videos of past performances were still up, very much so when she had to meet Vaughn's parents.

Alice was never ashamed of what she did to protect her family, but Susan would just not let. It. drop.

She gets it, if she saw her son with the equivalent of a stripper she’d have questions too, but its been over 20 years! She’s worked as a radio personality for twice as long as she’s ever been a singer. Most don't even remember her past, she's a “hasbin” in every way, and in the same breath never fails to remind her of that too. The woman will turn her any way but loose!

“Oh, kang dear,did you see our little Vonnie's segment last week, now that's entertainment!” Susan squealed with delight as if her son hadn't been on the air for most of his adult life. Everyone was seated around the table for dinner, and bravely endured Susan's endless praise for her youngest and only son. Alice had to almost literally fight her mother in law for a seat next to HER husband. The audacity of this woman!
As usual, Vaughn wore a proud/smug look about that little altercation all throughout the appetizers. She felt Vaughn rubbing soothingly at her thighs under the table. It calms her down only marginally, usually when at home and alone…when stressed, as embarrassing as it is to admit, she enjoyed him rubbing at her bottom.

It’s not sexual, at least she doesn't think it is, just that sometimes when either party was stressed, touching helped. This wasn't always the case though as she recalled a time when that was a major issue they had to work n early in their relationship
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They had been dating for 6 months, and they both love each other. They are very happy, at least Vaughn said he was, but it was a hard 6 months. The learning curve for a 23 year old virgin with no romantic experience was fierce.

“Ow, not so rough” Alice grabbed his wrist to stop the groping hand at her chest. Sighing and feeling a bit defeated she reclined back onto the bed, Vaughn gave a little laugh at her pouting face. “You know we don't have to do this if you don't want to” yes she knows, vaughn has been endlessly patient with her, but alice is worried that patience will run out. This is a man who is known about town to have quite the sex drive, hell, valentina the nympho was actually satisfied by mostly him and one other. If you knew her, that's saying something.

“I want to do this, I swear” Alice says this for him and herself, she will do this, she loves him so much and, this is an act as old as time, easy.

Vaughn crawls atop her and Alice closes her eyes waiting for him to try foreplay again, already bracing herself for him” uh honey, you're already gritting your teeth” he laughs a bit at her.
“I’m serious!”
“So am I, we don't have to do this, c’mon baby put on your clothes and we can go down stairs and watch a movie, or read, whatever, but we don’t have to do this”

Alice doesn't know if it's just the frustration she has with her own body, with herself, or vaughn’s kindness in the face of her embarrassing attempts at romance, but she cries.It’s not an elegant cry either its as ugly as it sounds, and she’s sure she’s lost her chance with him, because she just couldn't get herself to do something she's only recently started fantasizing about.

She doesn't know why she thought this would be different, that she could be normal

“Shh, baby it’s ok” Vaugn cuddles her on their bed,rubbing and massaging her until her cries become sad little sniffles, the poor thing takes refuge in the crook of his neck, he allows her time to gather herself, while he rubs soothing circles on her back.

She feels herself relax, in the darkness of closed eyes with her face buried in his neck, and soothing hands, she gathers herself at last.

He smells so good

And time passes on just like that, she's not sure if she took a nap on accident but when she comes away from her boyfriend she feels oddly rejuvenated, ready to come at this dilemma from a different angle

“You wanna talk about it now?” Vaughn lays naked crumpled on the pillow as if he too had just woken from a nap.

“ yeah” she stated simply, The best approach is a clear and concise one.

“I need help” he looks at her confused for a bit. “With what?”
Alice takes a deep breath, ready to throw her pride on the line if she could just make this work with him, “with…this…us..its not working”
Vaugn looks panicked , he jolts up out of bed “was it me, I-I didn't mean to make you cry, I'll be better I swear!” “ just..just don't throw me away yet, give me one more chance, please”

His words spill out, fast and almost hard to interpret

“Wait, I'm not leaving you?!” “i-i'd never!”

You could practically see the man deflate in relief, in his haste to convince her,his hands had moved to her shoulders as if to pin her to the spot. Realizing this, he quickly took his hands off of her.

“That's not what I meant, I mean….sex”she whispered the word like it was dirty, her face had turned completely red at the admission, she knew logically that's what all of it was building too, and some would call what they were doing straight up sex, but her inexperience made it hard to face those facts head on…she was still so embarrassed by everything.

Vaughn didn't know it was possible to fall harder for Allie, but here it was, his love looking all bashful with her head down at the mere mention of their intimacy.

“Sweetheart, there isn't a thing wrong with us”

There he goes with his infinite patience and understanding, he just didn't get it, yes, it was for him, but it was for her too.
“Yeah there is…Vaughn…I want to fuck you”
Vaughn is a man of german and chinese descent, so he was naturally a very pale person, well, he was red today. A woman had never swept him off his feet or left him speechless, quite like Allie did.

Vaugn’s voice became deeper, more seductive “baby, what's wrong with that?” Alice still wasn't used to being so attracted to someone, her wetness still confused and embarrassed her, how wanton she became at just his voice. She used to laugh at such tawdry people. Losing to their own genitalia. She has come to understand their trials.

Its funny these are the kinds of things she used to sing about, now that she wanted to experience some of it for herself, she couldn't help but feel intimidated.She was a woman who was confident and sure of herself, she walked with pride and certainty, but here, she felt like the same stupid little girl who didnt know why everyone gushed over classmates or movie stars.

Inept, out of her depth.

Poor Vaughn must be so disillusioned with her. She’d made her living at one point, talking a big game. And she actually believed her own hype, that if she had to, she easily could, right?
How hard was it?..well as it turns out, it's very difficult.

To be vulnerable,to admit you don't know what you like, catching feelings for Vaughn was literally going from famine to feast, hormone wise. It felt like it came from nowhere. One minute she’s hanging out with her best friend then suddenly, he’s reaching above her to get something and she notices just how broad his shoulders are, how big his hands are compared to her waist when he guides her through crowds.

How they might feel if they were placed somewhere else.

Alice was disgusted with herself, here Vaughn was finally treating her like a real friend, an equal after she coldly rebuffed his advances multiple times.What right did she have to these new feelings. So she buried them. Denied every feeling until she couldn't.

“ I…I don’t know how, I mean I know how ,yeah, but how to you get from point A to point B”
His smile was smug, but it always was when she admitted to lacking knowledge in anything he had authority over. Asshole.

“ I think i know the problem, you're anticipating it too much, come here” vaughn reclined back on the bed with open arms, she looked unsure but crawled into his arms anyway.he spoke
“ honey, from now on, i'm going to tell you everything i’m going to do to you,and you have to tell me if you want what i give, easy” he pulled her down to the crook of his neck, and petting over her back “seems too easy” alice huffed.

“Sometimes the answer is the simplest, So what's going to happen tonight is, we're staying in bed and we're going to cuddle and kiss until I get tired, that alright with you ?” It felt like giving up, like she wasn't doing enough, but if that was all vaughn said he wanted, she would have to trust that.

Trust him.

So, she does, and that is all that happens that night.
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The dinner was finally over, and everyone at the table seemed to be beside themselves in relif, all except Vaughn, who’s ego had been properly fluffed for the last hour.

She’s married to him and is personally sick of hearing about him,

“Well, that was a lovely dinner Susan, but it's getting late and the children must rest up” this would usually be met by groans from the teenagers about being too old for a bedtime, but even they were tuckered out from the ordeal.

“Ugh if we must” Susan seemed genuinely put out about the end of the night's activities, Alice has a thought that maybe when her own children leave her home, she’ll be just as crazed about them. “Come now my dear it is quite late for us, were no spring chickens anymore” that was the most kang spoke tonight, if anyone could get a word in edgewise, but he never seems put out by susan by any means, even now he’s looking at her like…..like how vaughn looks at her.

Alice chances a glance up, and yeah, he’s looking at her with that same look as he offers his elbow to lead her to the guest room, the children have already beat a hasty retreat, almost abandoning poor Blake to his fate, before venice realized they were one short.

“So how bout a night cap?” Vaughn wiggles his eyebrows in a way he must think is seductive, Alice remembers that firm comforting hand on her thigh, “that doesn't sound like a bad idea” her smile turning seductive in turn. His strides turn long and she has to run a bit to keep up, giggling in hushed whispers all the way to the bedroom

Chapter Text

Wedding Day
(I’ll talk you through it)

“ I'm here, I’m here!” The tiny receptionist jumped when a large man burst into the bridal store. “Allie! Wher-!?” The man looks as if he sprinted all the way there. “Sir-did you schedule an appointment?” The young woman's tone was low as if she were talking to a wild animal, for all he felt, that was in fact, the correct move.

“ My fiancé, She’s” he was breathing a bit too hard to get his words to come out. “Vaughn”
A sad little wail to what the receptionist assumes the man’s name is. He doesn't even pause as he makes his way toward the fitting section, and for all her good sense, she doesn't try to stop him.

Vaughn marches into the back of the store, only to be met by such a pitiable sight, his future wife curled up on the floor facing a mirror, crying her eyes out. Other than her feelings, she seems to be ok, the thought floods him with relief so strong he nearly has to sit down himself.

“Al, what's the emergency?” “Are you ok?” “….is he ok”he makes his way to her, kneeling to check on her more thoroughly, she just curls into herself more, or at least tries too, her stomach gets in the way.

Allie snaps her head up in agitation, with ruined eyeliner streaking her face “of course im not ok, look at me” and he does. She looked beautiful. Covered in lace and gauzy trim, as if she were resting on a cloud. A perfect bride. The picture could be more complete if she were smiling like usual.

“I look awful!” she wailed, beginning to cry again, vaughn knew immediately where this was going, he made himself more comfortable on the floor . “Sweetheart, did you just pull me out of a mid-morning meeting to ask me if your dress made you look fat?” he gave a tight smile, Allie at least had the mind to look guilty before asking in such a small tone….”do I?” …Vaugn loves her, he really does, but he still couldn't help but yell “yes, al, you’re pregnant!”

She looked like she might burst into tears again.

“Ok look, i'm sorry for yelling, but al, you’re beautiful, and pregnancy only adds to it, your glowing baby”

“I look like a circus tent” ,Vaugn could barely hold back a laugh” n-no, never sweetie” he giggled like a school boy. The comparison was absolutely not true,but now the mental image left behind had Vaughn clenching his fist in barely held together composure.

“See, I knew it!” The poor thing tried to stand before her legs gave out, unused to the new weight, she looked to be carrying twins when the truth was it was just a very “healthy” boy.
Allie's failure at standing only made her cry harder, throwing herself into her fiance’s arms, he held her close. Hiding a smile in her fluffy hair, Vaughn thinks he’s never seen her cry this much in his life. Hormones were no joke. Allie was a vegetarian for years before the sudden cravings for flesh, and he isn't being dramatic by thinking “flesh” as any meat product would do, he sometimes wondered if when he couldn't deliver would he be on the menu, what an absurd thought. The cravings nevertheless Sent her into her own kind of spiral, Not having complete and total control over herself sent her into emotional fits.

Have you ever seen a woman crying while absolutely destroying a rack of ribs, if it weren't all so concerning, he’d be beside himself in laughter, or popping a boner…His libido when it came to Allie was weird.

“Shh, now come on, what's wrong with what you're wearing, because it most certainly doesn't make you look fat” Vaugn wasn't lying, yes her stomach did protrude quite a bit, but no one would think it was because of weight gain, she just clearly looked pregnant.

Allie’s sniffles died down enough for her to speak “It's just…nothing covers it up”, Now he was annoyed.

“ Are you ashamed of being pregnant, or ashamed of being pregnant by me” This had been a sore spot for Vaughn, yes, they had been friends for years before they started dating, but he could hardly think of it as a real friendship, and not him desperately trying to make something happen with her. He quite literally had to chase her down until she gave in.

Yeah she said she fell in love with him, but the way she said it almost seemed too much like she was just giving a dog a bone. Like she had resigned herself with any answer, it wouldn't have mattered if he said no, she wouldn't have even fought him on it. Not the way he was prepared too.

Even now, He proposed FIVE TIMES!
Ok, ok, the first three were 6 months after they started dating, but he already knew they were endgame since the moment they had a real conversation. She was it for him, the“love of his life”
The fourth one happened two years in, and that actually hurt him to this day.
Now, she said yes, but…he wasn't so sure it wasn't because she was pregnant at the time. Sometimes he wonders if this isn't just him baby trapping her at this point. If Allie had done that to him, he’s so pathetic…he’d actually weep with joy. The woman he loved wanting him so much she put family planning behind it.

The scary part is, he isn't sure if that wasn't the case, like, maybe subconsciously he knew she wouldn't have said yes any other way, so he didn't pull out in time, or maybe he was too insistent about not wearing condoms for his birthday. He just wanted her so much that sometimes it scared him, the lengths he could see himself going too , to stay with her.

But did she feel the same way?

“Of course not!, why would you even say that?!” Aliie fought through her tears valiantly,but it seemed to be a losing game, which in turn only made her angrier”i'm not “ashamed” of anything I do, could we have waited a bit before having children, absolutely, but am I ashamed to be having him, no!!” she made to try and stand up again, this time bashfully using the mirror frame and Vaughn as leverage, it was hard to storm off when you were eight months along.

“ So… it means you're ashamed of being pregnant by me?” Vaugn stayed on the floor, looking up at his future wife, he truly was a pathetic loser, because even if the answer was yes. Vaugn still wouldn't call off the wedding, He had no pride when it came to her.

It still hurt

“Vaughn, usually your lack of self-confidence when it comes to me is endearing, truly, but I am making an entire human being for you, if that doesn't tell you How much I love you, you can't be convinced.” Vaughn fights hard to not roll his eyes “ Just say that then, just tell me you love me!” he sounded whiney to his own ears, paired with the fact he was literally on his knees begging, he made quite the sight.

Pity entered Allies eyes, finally sensing the seriousness of the question.
“I love you, I do, I love you so much, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to have more of your freakishly large children, you are the most loved man in my life…aside from this one” she looks down lovingly stroking her stomach. Vaughn is shocked by his own tears, he didn't realize how much he needed to hear that, Vaughn knew he was being stupid, allie didn't do anything she didn't want to, if she didn't want to be pregnant she wouldn't be.if she didn't want him to be her husband, he wouldn't be, simple as that.

“Look at us, Now I’m as emotional as you” Allie said with a laugh leaning down to try and help her crying partner up. “What can I say i’m a very sensitive spirit” Vaughns laugh came out a bit watery.Vaughn catches them in the mirror, they really do look a sight, a pregnant bride and a weepy groom, somehow, it suits them just fine

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“What's wrong with this one, you look like a total fox!” Vaughn was exasperated, they were already five dresses in, and none seemed to be good enough for allie. Then again, maybe he wasn’t the best person to ask for outfit advice, not just because he was the groom, but because he genuinely thinks she looks amazing in anything, in his humble opinion the woman could make a burlap sack look breathtaking.

“ Where are your bridesmaids anyway?” He lounged on the sofa, low key enjoying his own personal strip show, at this point in their relationship Allie no longer felt any embarrassment about taking off her clothes in full view of him.
“I told them to leave” curt, too curt..she’s trying to gloss over this, he knows his woman by now, and he knows when fuckery is afoot

“Oh, and why is that?” Allie doesn't answer immediately while she shimmies out of another dress, So she’s going for the distraction route, Vaughn is no fool, and usually, he would shelf this particular temptation, and aim right for the jugular.
Fuck its so much harder now, figuratively and literally, He wasnt lying when he said pregnancy made her more beautiful, It really did. Before the pregnancy, Allie was a slim woman, when he says slim, he means model slim, verging on crackwhore slim, His first agenda when they started dating, was to make her gain “happy weight”.

It worked to some degree, but Allie is the type of person who needs a kind of archaic control over themselves at all times. That means a specific diet of leaves, and grains.she ate like a fucking prey animal. He still isn't convinced that wasn't just an eating disorder, the point is she was thin, but not anymore. Her hips flared more, her chest doubled in size, Fucking her was amazing before, but now, It was fucking nirvanna. Fuck, she was so soft, and warm, fucking before had almost felt like trying to start a fire with how thin they both were.

Vaughn knows he needs to resist temptation right now. It didn't help that Allie choose that moment to bend over to pick up the fallen dress, that whore was doing that on purpose!
Reign it in, Allie must be hiding some real drama to offer a quickie in fucking public to distract him.

“Well?” he prompted, waving his hand to gesture that he was waiting, Allie stands back up with some effort, peeved that her little show didn't work
“They just, had a lot to say about a pregnant woman even wearing a wedding dress”now that made vaughn pause, all amorous intent instantly replaced by the beginnings of rage “what did they say”Vaughs voice was cold, she knew that tone, Sensing the mood Allie quickly tried to back track.
“It was nothing my dear, everyone was just joking, and I mean their right, Im already….like this, so it's all very silly” Allie turned away from him trying to hide her face, while pretending to primp in a nearby mirror. He didn't miss the way she looked at herself in that mirror, she wasn't seeing what he was seeing in that moment, rubbing at her belly almost to assure herself. “It was all in good fun, I've just been too sensitive lately” she spun around with the saddest smile on her face, It broke Vaughn’s heart.

Those skeezy bitches, yeah, they were his and Allies sisters, But once again, those gossipy bitches! How dare they even insinuate his fiance, no, his wife didnt deserve a wedding dress, Fuck the half of them old enough to know better! Fuck those little brats for even talking about adult busines, And fuck his mother because he just knows she spear headed that whole damn discussion.

He loves his mother, but she needs to get it in her head, he and valentina were never going to be a thing, even when they kind of were, they weren’t. They hadn't even actually met, his mother had just read about it somewhere in a shitty gossip mag.. Now she was convinced they were meant to be. Thinking his Allie was the tramp that got in the way, when if he’s being honest was the other way around!

Allie’s smile falters at the look on her fiance’s face. This was going to be so much trouble, best to put on her best performance if she ever wanted to see her sisters alive to see their highschool graduation.

Thinking quickly Allie snaps another dress off a nearby rack, placing it in front of herself “what about this one darling” She pitches her voice higher, adding a flirtatious lit that doesn't go unnoticed, Allie knows one of her fiance’s favorite things about her, is her voice.

When he doesn't respond, she saunters over to him dropping the dress off to the side, before starting to remove her underwear, that catches his attention “I bet this one would look even better with no bra straps or panty lines” She can see the beginnings of a small smile on his face, and an obvious tent in his pants. She wants to sigh in relief, that her fiance is still somehow attracted to her, he says she’s beautiful but he hasn't touched her since the third trimester.

Having successfully taken off her bra she starts on her panties, before Vaughn stops her hands already to pull her underwear down.

“You don't need to go that far, we don’t have to talk about it right now, but we will later”

Her heart freezes in her chest,she knows that what he is saying is reasonable, she dosen’t actually want to get fucked in public either, but vaughn…has never said no to her before.
She bites her lip so hard, she can taste blood, she doesn't want to cry right now!
She turns away and catches her swollen body in the mirror, and she’s disgusted and ashamed, not of her pregnancy, never, but of herself. She shouldn't have eaten so much, she’s even bigger than most women she meets in the hospital. Why couldn't she just stop herself.At this point she couldn’t blame Vaughn if he wanted to get back with valentina.

She was still beautiful, and he deserved someone like her.

How did she let it get this bad?

A hand came and rested on her lower back shocking her out of her spiral, but it offered no comfort” Vaughn, I-I need to be alone..r-right now” Allie was tired of crying, tired of feeling bad, it wasn't vaughn’s fault, she knew that, but his presence, his disinterest just made it too hard to stand in front of him, trying to be the confident woman he loves. It was exhausting.

Vaughn respects Alice, in his mind her word was law, if she said stop, He would, If she told him to jump off a building, he’d find the smallest one, but he would still do it. He couldn't listen to her commands now. couldn't even if he wanted to. She wanted him to leave the woman he loves crying, half naked in a bridal shop, he loves her, but hell no.

So, he just holds on to her. The poor thing is so tired she doesn't even fight it when sits her at his side on the sofa, covers her with his suit jacket, and kindly looks away while she cries in the crook of his arm.

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They never do get around to talking about it, though Vaughn does give every woman who had a hand in what happened at that bridal party fitting an earful, and a credit card revoked.
As of right now Allie is giving her best “that didn't happen” performance. Any vulnerability quickly swept under the rug, her pride and confidence was always a huge selling point but this was ridiculous. Vaugn doesn't know what he did, but Allie has been actively shutting him out.

That means avoiding sad movies, so she won't cry, She avoids looking in mirrors, and the worst of all, she hasn't been eating enough, the pregnancy is long past viable, but the idea that whatever is going on with her is affecting their baby, stirs him to action.

Granted the day of his wedding seems like the last place to talk about this, but you make do, the woman has been nothing less than agile since the wedding dress incident, always finding new ways to avoid being alone with him. Waking up before Jesus and the Mexicans to avoid a morning conversation is a new low, it's their wedding morning, he at least expected a cuddle or a kiss, he hasn’t kissed allie in days, he feels physically starved for her.

He wants to say he’ll more than quench his thirst on their wedding night, but the doctors were clear, any strenuous activity could lead to an early birth, keeping his hands to himself was a challenge. Not so much anymore now that the object of his temptation hasn't shown her face for more than five min as of late.

Vaughn sneaks away from his groomsmen, tiptoeing around the church until he reaches the bridal section, closed off to only certain guests and bridesmaids, he manages to catch his little sisters eye, motioning her to come over to him

“What are you doing over here? The procession starts in 15 min, you're not getting cold feet are you? Not after all that talk you did last week about me respecting your wife!?” ugh,his sister certainly takes after mom in the mouth department, “ no Seline, you wish, I need a favor from you, and if you can do it, I’ll give you back your black card” her eyes light up like it's christmas, before going a bit mauldin. “You know, I really didn’t mean what I said, me and Alice talked, I-I really wasn't thinking straight, you don’t have to give me the card, think of this as an extra wedding present” He almost wants to cry, his lil sister is finally growing up.

“Thanks sis, could you get everyone out of the room besides alice, I wanna talk to her for a bit”
The small girl gives a mock salute before rushing back into the fray.
He waits a bit around the corner before he hears all the women exciting into the hall, “ dammit Selene we don't have time for this, where did you leave the ring last, if Vaughn finds out we lost it, he’s gonna do more than just take our credit cards!”

He laughs a bit as everyone splits up to look for said “ lost” ring. Vaughn slips into the room unnoticed, Vaughn looks around and is met by a vision, Alice sits alone at her vanity looking more beautiful than he’s ever seen. Vaughn, back in his earlier days of pinning after allie, imagined what this moment would be like countless times.

His own imaginings pale in comparison to the real thing

Her auburn red hair practically glows in the sunlight, light bouncing off the traditional antler ornaments/veil in her hair. Allie had told him once about it when going over wedding preparations, it had been in her family since the antebellum period. When colored people weren't allowed to even marry one another, they made their own veils and held their own ceremonies, so that if they were parted physically no one could take away their love.

“ dove,you look beautiful”

Allie looked up in surprise “Vaughn, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?”
Allie never spoke like this, so nervous , and unsure.
“No, I…we need to talk”
Allie shrunk in on herself, removing her vale and looking at it sadly before placing it on the vanity “ I know, I understand if you don’t want to marry me anymore, at least not now, but if you give me a chance I can change” he hasn't heard her sound so resigned since the first time she told him she loved him.

“What are you talking about, change?, change what” she looks up at him through her lashes, fuck, shes so beautiful “Vaughn youre very kind, whether you know it or not, you dont need to pretend” she scoots on the chair until she fully faces him “ I’ve changed, Im not the woman you fell in love with, not anymore, look at me, i-im disgusting, and i’m always sad, the difference between who I was and who I am now is night and day” the tears start to fall promising to ruin her makeup, she dosen’t bother to brushing them away anymore……

“Allie, are you insane?” Vaughn said in a dangerous tone of voice.she blinks in surprise, that was not what she expected him to say.

Vaughn walks to the door, Allie had to stop herself from begging him to stay, he deserved better after all, she couldn't stand in his way anymore. Instead of a door slamming shut she hears the loud click of the door locking.

Vaughn stands in front of the confused woman, face still streaked with tears, looking so miserable, Vaughn carefully pulls her to stand, he looks into her eyes… before kissing her like a sailor returning home after D-day.
Vaughn doesn't stop there, as Alice clings to him just as desperate, just as lost. Vaughn breaks the kiss only to forcefully turn his bride around until she’s facing her vanity, bending her over until she's face to face with her reflection. Allie doesn't get a moment to question what's happening, as she feels Vaughn hiking up her dress, and pulling her panties down. She wore them specially for Vaughn in a pathetic attempt to seduce him.

He pulls them down only to her knees, forcing her to arch her back, to present to him, like some animal in heat, he looks at her, Allie can feel her self consciousness come back in waves, realizing what she must look like, she struggles to stand, and is stopped by a hand on her upper back forcing her to stay down. Vaughn positions her legs apart to fully cup her sex from behind.

It feels so good, Vaughns hand is just there, he hasn’t touched her in earnest but it feels like everything she’s ever needed. Vaughn pulls her dress down in the front until her breasts hang exposed , Allie feels humiliated, and…desired..he unwraps her like a gift, looking over her body as if it’s all he’s ever wanted.

He’s touching her now, really touching her, he rubs firm little circles over her mons, gently and slowly, while his other hand grabs at her breast “ so soft, so pretty, did you wear these for me, baby”he’s crouched over her now whispering filth into her ear as his hand speeds up, “ah” alice rushes to cover the sound

“No baby, i wanna hear it” he leaves her breasts to pull her hand from her mouth,”tell me again, how I don't want you, does this feel like an uninterested man” he says as he thrusts his hips into her, basically humping her into her vanity while the hands between her legs threaten to undo her.
“Look” She knows what he wants but she refuses. “Look, see how pretty you are for me” he grabs her hair, and yanks until she’s looking herself in the eye as her husband, yes, he is her husband, licks and kisses her neck and ears as he thrusts her more into her vanity nearly makinging it creak under their combined weight . She can hear it, her body making such embarrassing sounds, she’s so wet for him, he could just put it in now, he could, he could, he could. Allie thinks that if he did she would come right away and she wants to be good for him. Despite that thought, her body starts to move with Vaughn hoping to entice him enough to seat himself inside her.

“Not yet, you've been a bad girl, you haven’t earned a dick in you yet!” such foul talk would have her giving him attitude about now, but he’s right, she doesn't deserve him, she’s not good enough to marry let alone fuck, but she’ll do whatever he wants as long as he stays. Alice rolls her hips harder into Vaughn, he has to stop touching her to hold her hips still, any more than that, and the brat won't learn her lesson.

“You’ve been very bad, you’ve been so mean to my fiance” she looks at him over her shoulder her hair a mess cascading down her back, her dress cinched up at her stomach and waist, Her panties almost to her feet. Confused about where Vaughn is going with this.

He grabs her by her hair once more forcing her to look at herself again, she doesn't need to be reminded so cruelly about how far she has fallen.
“Say you're sorry”
“What”
Vaughn has to be joking, but when she looks at him through the mirror, he’s deadly serious.
”say you’re sorry for talking bad about my fiance”
She’s too stunned to speak, the sound of a belt and fly being opened briefly brings her to her senses, but before she can say anything, vaughn lines himself up, and thrusts home.
“A-Ah!” her perfectly manicured nails gouge the vanity as her eyes roll back against her will
“Say you're sorry” Vaughn says as he sets a punishing pace, slow and deliberate.
“Ah, ah. ah-Ah-I-Im s-sorry” tears of a different kind roll down her face.
“ again” she’s never seen him look at her so coldly
“I-im so-orry”
“Immm..sorrrrry”
“Ah-mmm-srry”
Allie’s almost sobbing now, he doesn't stop, he only thrusts faster, still forcing her gaze into the mirror, guiding her hips still to accept her punishment.
“If you’re sorry, t-tell her how pre-tty..she is” Vaughn tried to stay in control, silencing his grunts and moans until how he felt about allie became crystal fucking clear to her.
“S-sssssss--oooo pretty” she said while making eye contact with her reflection.
“Good g-irl, you earned a reward” he pulls out, nearly making allie black out in despair, before turning her over to face him, setting her down on the vanity.
He grabbed one of her thighs and tossing it over his shoulder for better access, as he slips back inside her.

He fucks her against the furniture like they have all the time in the world, making noises like their the only people in the world.

Vaugh wants to be gentle with her he really does, but he hasn't done this in months and he cant hold himself back, he comes screaming out his love for her as she lays limp against the mirror having got hers a bit ago.

He stays inside her, just enjoying her warmth before it becomes too much, his back is killing him. Reality fades back in, he manages to disentangle their limbs, they were supposed to be married an hour ago, he looks at his bride to be, pregnant, her dress ripped, slumped on the vanity with her legs still spread, her panties barely hanging off one ankle, as she stared off in an ‘i just got fuked’ daze….Vaughn is almost overcome with the desire to go again.

He cleans her up as best he can, before trying to find help.

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The looks he gets could put him in the grave, the way Allie's dad is looking at him, that's likely what will happen if the old man can get a moment alone with him. Speaking of looks that could kill, Allie has been looking less than pleased since he got their family to fix her up again. Like she’s gritting her teeth, she’s sweating a lot too…

“Hold on one moment reverend” he takes it back, the look the reverend gives him is the one that could send him to hell.

After what they did in his church he could hardly fault him.

“Baby, are you ok, vaughn whispers, and so too do the congregation
“Mm-fine, promise, j-just need to hurry” hurry?...for what?Before Vaughn could ask, the sound of a large body of water hitting the ground at his feet sends him into a panic, a panic so profound he cannot move, neither of them can. So they just stand there with their hands clasped, in silent agreement that as long as they don’t look down, what they fear is in fact not happening.

“Somebody call a fucking ambulance!” big buck breaks the silent agreement of all present to pretend this isn't happening. Everyone springs into action. Vaughn guessed that was all Allie could take before she collapsed in his arms. Vaughn shrugs “ you may now kiss the bride” he states to himself before kissing his wife atop her head, as her panicked father runs toward them

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Their first son, andy ,is born at the altar, It makes for a funny story about why he became a deacon, he says “ he was born in a church,he will live in the church, he will die in a church, it's always been his fate”

Chapter Text

Vignettes

(sick day)

“Stay away from your father” Alice said sternly to her son, Venice, who currently thought he was successfully sneaking up on his father who lay dramatically sprawled across the couch Doing his best impression of a dying Victorian child. “ I just wanted to give dad a hug before school” . As nice as that sounded they both knew Venice had a school physical today, and it would be very convenient if he caught his father's cold just before gym. She didn't even grace that comment with a rebuttal, “out, now”.

The boy stomped away from the living room muttering about how unfair everything was. Typical teenager. Turning back toward her “dying” husband, she made a quick note in her mind to make Venice's favorite meal to sooth him after the hard day he was sure to have.

She walked over to her poor love, banished to the couch at the first sign of a cough, “how are you doing darling?” Alice sweetly asked as she brushed sweat soaked hair away from Vaughn's face. “How could you abandon me Allie?” Vaughn asked miserably.

“ My love you know very well if I get sick, Then the whole house will simply fall apart, it’ll be two sick parents Vs four very hyper, very destructive children, and I for one don’t love those odds” Alice said while adjusting her husband's pillow for optimum comfort. “We can only rely on Andy so much, the boy is a saint, but he is still just a boy” she added while stroking Vaughns hair, immediately pulling it back upon finding how damp it was, she would have to replace the cold compress.

Vaughn whimpered in discomfort when he felt that cool hand move away, Alice hated and loved when her husband would get sick, she hated it for the obvious reason, Vaughn was hurt and in pain. The only pain he should feel should come from her personally. She loved it because, well, he just looked so adorably pathetic, like a kicked puppy. It takes work and serious effort to make him look like this through…’ahem’..other, means.

Mismatched blue eyes looked up at Alice in a haze, poor man could barely keep his eyes open, and with that her decision was made. Cold be damned, she would stay at her husband's sick bed. Alice always kept telling herself this is the last time, she would refuse to catch her partner's cold again. That adorably sad face was just too hard to refuse.

But she wasn't going to tell him that.

“Allie, please….stay ”Vaughn weakly muttered with his eyes closed. Truly embodying the last dying breath of a soldier left bleeding out on a field. Alice tries, she really does, to not laugh at the drama of it all, her husband was truly made for the screen.
“Never, love, at least not until 5:30” she lied with ease while leaning in to kiss her sweaty beau on his pouting face
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(Mother Daughter Time)

“Owwww!” velvet muffled a cry between pursed lips as she worked at detangling her hair. It was an ungodly hour, but if she slept in, she would be guaranteed to be late for school. Velvet didn’t want to hear the old bat, that was her mother, crow at her first thing in the morning about how school “wasn't a fashion show”. Ugh people like her mother just didn't understand the social hierarchy that was high school.

What it took to be at the top, and what it took to remain there, going to school in anything but her best was social suicide.

Since she wasn't blessed with “good hair” like the rest of her brothers, instead adopting her mother's wild mane, she was stuck with hours of detangling and deep conditioning to even make it kind of manageable. At least she wasn't a red head like her older brother, poor bastard. ” shit!” she was a tender headed mess, trying to keep it down proved fruitless, as her frustration grew the rougher, she combed, leading to a cycle of frustration leading to self-harm, and back again.

“Do you need some help?” velvet looked up at her mirror, to see the old hag herself, arms crossed in her night robe. Velvet hesitated, her mother may lack her eye for fashion, but her hair was always immaculate, she herself had never even seen her mother struggle with it let alone do it. The only time she saw her mother doing hair, was on velvet herself, and the results were always good, putting her pride to the side “please” stated through gritted teeth.

Her mother strode over and removed the comb that she was currently using to maim herself, gently removing it. “Come on,” her mother urged, heading back to Velvet's bedroom.

Gathering combs. Brushes. And hair grease, her mother sat on her bed waiting for velvet to assume the position. She can’t be serious, she’s far too old to do that. Velvette sneers wordlessly at her mother, trying to communicate her silent refusal. Her mothers response is nothing but a placid kind smile.

UGH, why must she be so difficult velvet thought to herself, before storming over and sitting on the floor between her mothers legs, she was too damn old for this kind of treatment, velvet had half a mind to simply ask the old lady to get out of her room, and handle the mess herself. She looked at the clock and thought better of that action.

She starts by parting her hair in sections, detangling each section with care, so much so, it didn't even hurt anymore. She tilted velvet’s head to the side to begin braiding, for a moment velvet worried about how long that would take, but her mothers fingers practically danced across her head. It was hard to admit, as they sat in silence, velvet missed this.

In her haste for adulthood and to be taken seriously she stopped asking for help, with her hair, with clothes, even just simple advice about boys and friends. When did they stop talking to each other? Velvet was by no means a mama's girl, preferring her father, but she never really disliked the old hag either. They used to be closer than this once.

She remembers when she was young, how her mother would take her on grand shopping trips, allowing her to pick her own clothes no matter how ridiculous or fanciful. Always respecting, and supporting her choices. When she takes a moment to really think about it, her mother really wasn't babying her, so much as she just wanted to care for her. Even when she distanced herself, her mother respected that too.

Maybe she is just a tad bit too harsh on the old girl.

Her mother put on the finishing touches by jelling her baby hairs into very pretty swoops that framed her face perfectly” would you like to go look at it?” her mother asked quietly, trying, unlike velvet to not wake the whole house.

Nodding curtly velvet made her way back to the bathroom, upon seeing her reflection, she couldn't help but smile

Her mother had braided some of her hair into twin buns atop her head with two excess braids framing her face, it's a dated look, an oldie but a goodie though. Velvet turned back to the figure standing just behind her, that small smile still in place

“Thanks mom”

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(sneaking around)

“Shhh” Vaughn pressed his fingers to Allie's lips, a dangerous game to play as his wife had a tendency to bite. Vaughn caresses her lips further, they both know they don't have a lot of time for foreplay. Not only are they in public, but Allie's ovulation window, according to the app, is short. It’s hard to not want to take his time with her though.

Vaughn steadies himself, there will be plenty of time tonight to be thorough, for the first time ever, quick and dirty is what the situation calls for.

It’s cramped, dark, and smells funny, like any broom closet you'll find anywhere. Vaughn tries not to dwell on the fact his child may be conceived in said dirty broom closet. That maudlin thought rockets straight out of Vaughn's mind as he watches Allie quickly shimmy her underwear down her thighs before hiking up her dress so he could have easier access to her. He knows he has to be quick, efficient, but he cant help himself.

The fingers that had once caressed her pretty face, now caresses her pretty pussy. If Allie asks, he’s just getting her ready despite the wetness already present. Circling her nub in slow indulgent circles as if they have all the time in the world. Allie’s whimpers are so sweet, trying to chase the sensation with her hips, grinding away at Vaughn's hand.

Allie is getting so wet he could probably just slide right in, he supposes that's the point of all this so he lines himself up, and does just that. “Fuck” he bites his own hand to muffle his own whimpers and groans, he’s going to be the quickest shot in the world, and that would be great for time, but he cant help but want to perform for her.

Vaugh doesn't thrust just yet, he grabs hold of those delicate hips and just grinds inside her, it doesn't do much for him personally, but watching the anger flash on her face getting wiped away as she puts her own hands to her mouth to muzzle those addicting noises and squeaks.

When he did finally push into her in earnest, he could hardly stop the saliva pooling in his mouth from falling .Making him look like the drooling rutting beast he was, as he took apart his wife in a dark corner of his studio.

“Ngh, ngh, a- ahhh, ah” allies eyes whitened as her pupil rolled into the back of her head, a silent scream accompanied with sharp manicured nails that were sure to scar. Vaughn would admire them in the mirror with pride later.

Having cum, Allies body relaxed till she was dead weight, he fucks her through it, after all, cant make a baby if he doesn’t finish too.

Allie takes it beautifully.

Vaughn groaned his release into his still fucked out wife, he dosent know if it’s wishful thinking, but that definitely took

Chapter Text

Children’s Record

“Dammit vel, get out of the bathroom; other people live here too!!!” Venice bangs on the door as if he fully intends to break it down and drag velvet out by her extensions. “ Lower your voice when you speak to me,Incel!! ” was the muffled reply behind the door. Andy could practically see the murder on his younger brother’s face.

Andy Adjusted Blake on his hip before starting to intervene between the twins.

Venice notices Andy approaching, halting any ideas about committing the perfect murder. “ I know what you're going to say ann, but it's not fair, we need the bathroom to” Venice isn't wrong there are only so many hours in a day and he would rather not spend them fighting over a toilet, but what venice doesn't understand is ; their are better ways to get what you want.

Andy gestures for his brother to step aside.

“Good morning vel, how are you this fine mornin?” you could practically hear the smile on the older boy's face, pleasant, calming; and only slightly creepy and disconcerting. velvet doesn't even need to open the door to know Andy's signature creepy smile he inherited from the old man would be on full display.

Velvet is rarely intimidated, always cool, always confident, but there were a few people in her life that commanded a kind of begrudging respect. One was the old hag herself, the other was….andy. He technically never hurt her, but there was just something about him that read ‘never make me angry, you wouldn't like it’. Her father had once told her that when Andy was younger, he gave the young couple quite the run for their money. Almost making them swear off anymore children all together.

“Vel, I just got breakfast all set out, if you don't hurry it’ll get cold” the boy said sweetly “ not to mention you and Venice have to come shopping with me to pick out anniversary presents for mama and dad….so…the sooner you get ready…the sooner it’ll be over” why did that feel like a vague threat. Nothing he said was wrong or even bad, but the way he said it made her put her eyeliner on a bit faster.

“you have 10min” said with false cheer and all threat, what the fuck happens in 10 min, she didn't dare try to find out.

When she did come out at 9 min and 30 sec later (she still had a reputation to uphold) Venice was standing there like the cat who ate the fukin’ canary. “Just in time” he said while bumping her shoulder on his way in before swiftly slamming the door in her face before she could clock him. “Pussy” vel said under her breath.

People say having a twin is supposed to be fun, and for a bit there in the beginning it was, until you grow up and understand the one major truth of this world. Brothers are assholes.
Speaking of brotherly assholes. “ I was promised breakfast” she says cooly without even looking up at the giant freak that was andy. He made a ‘right this way madam’ gesture by waving his only remaining hand toward the kitchen. She can think of a ‘gesture’ to give in reply, before thinking better of it.

Usually, the hag is the one who makes breakfast, but considering what day it is, she rightly assumes her parents are ‘busy’....gross…“Do you have any idea for a gift” velvet barley gave it even a passing thought, the idea of even getting them a present seemed ridiculous, it’s not like it was her anniversary.

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Alice awoke with a false start, looking at the clock nearly made her jump out of her skin. She panicked a bit before her husband's firm hand kept her from leaping from the bed and his arms.pausing for a moment before Relief overtook her and face planted into her husband's chest. Remembering what her oldest had said to her at dinner about leaving everything to him, from cooking to cleaning, ensuring his mother thoroughly enjoyed her anniversary, with no distractions.

“Where’s the fire,baby?” Vaughn mumbled in that deep morning gravel, that scratched an itch to hear. “We need to get up darling” Alice said with her eyes still closed and still very much cuddled up with him under the duvet.

“Why, it's our day babe, I called off, and so did you, and the kids are gonna be out of our hair for a while; knowing them they waited till the last minute on our gifts” Vaughn said with a chuckle.
“Are you suggesting we spend the day in bed?” playfully scandalised by the implications.
“You offering?” Vaughn lazily opened one eye to gauge his sweetheart's reaction, she was an industrious little thing, so laying about usually wouldn't be allowed. Unless he sweetened the pot a bit.

Big warm hands began a message from her small waist to her full hips and ass. Paying very close attention to the latter, thoroughly working the muscles of her lower body, before migrating to her back “I think I remember promising you one of my god tier back rubs” he said as he caressed her.“ mmm” “ dont think I don’t know what you’re doing”
“Ah, so it's working?”
“ I could be tempted,” Alice said as she lifted herself from her husband's embrace, removing her duvet, finding a nice cool place on the bed to lay face down. Seeing where Allie was going with this cleared away any disappointment at the end of their morning cuddle session.

They have never actually finished these massage sessions, either Allie will fall asleep, or Vaughn will get a very nice reward, it's 50/50 as to how it ends, but Vaughn is gonna work towards a “happy ending”.

The plan is to act like you have no ulterior motives, just a simple back rub, nothing sexy going on here, and Vaughn honestly gets lost in it a bit himself. He’s laser focused on a knot just below the neck. Foreplay be damned allie needed this. Poor thing does most of the upkeep in the house despite Vaughn's best efforts, and works full time at the radio station. He almost feels bad for what he is about to do next.

“Ok, now sit up for me baby girl” Vaughn tries to drag the puddle that is now his wife into a sitting position. “Nhg, felt good laying down” allie said all groggy and cute, good, he managed to move her in time before she passed out. “Now now doll, I'm not done, I have a special massage in mind to finish things off,yeah?” Allie seems to perk up at the idea of some special new massage. Vaughn gets comfortable behind her.

“Sit up straight and look ahead, I know it’s gonna feel weird, but i promise im not fuckin’ with ya, its an actual massage, looked it up and everything” vaughn babbles, he knows this is gonna be a risky move.

He starts at the shoulders, nothing suspicious going on here, Vaughn moves to her neck gentle and firm. Brushing fingertips over tendons and pulse points, not even really massaging, just caressing, down her arms, to her stomach, making gentle patterns that make her giggle under her breath.Vaughn cant help himself, she feels soft, and sounds so sweet, Vaughn takes an earlobe into his mouth to see if she tastes half as sweet as she sounds. “Ah” she uttered in surprise, the sound goes right to his groin. It’s now or never.

The hands that were making intricate patterns on her stomach, made their way to a full chest, and started massaging soft breasts in a circular motion. Allie sluggishly tries to adjust, trying to arch her back into the sensations “that's it sweetie, just relax” vaughn whispered into her hair
“W-what do you think you're doing?” Allie whispered through gritted teeth, trying to stifle those delicious sounds. Not wanting to give Vaughn the satisfaction “Ngh-” that was it, that had to be the cutest squeak by far, she sounded like a little lamb…or a fawn.

Vaughn knew he wasn't playing fair by focusing on those now pert nipples, blake is only two, Vaughn wonders if he plays with allie enough will milk come out. Oh he so badly wants to find out.He wants to make her squirt from both ends!

He teases her, by alternating from her chest to her stomach, always grazing just below her panties, he plays with her for a while despite his own growing ache surging in his core.
So far abusing both tits sends allie into a writhing mess, confused about staying or going, faster or slower. Vaughn has mercy on his sweet girl, and drifts a hand away from a tit to massage at her belly again. A stifled drunk little giggle that turns into a moan fit for the most seasoned of whores, lets him know his girl is too far gone for complaints or rejections. They both are far past that.Vaughn wants to touch her between her legs, and never a man to deny himself, he does just that, but first he teases. Caressing her over every inch of her abdomen, drawing intricate patterns and words like ‘love’, and ‘mine’. Even though he gets a lil frustrated with himself, Allie subconsciously spreads her legs in invitation. This is the fourth go around of him merely grazing her panty line while he kisses and molests her.

Vaughn decided to have mercy on both of them.

He pets her gently at first, barely there pressure, Allie sneakily tries to flex her hips into his hand to increase the pressure.

Whore.

Vaughn firmly circles her clit, Allie jerks in surprise. It does nothing to slow down or stop his rhythm. He gets her wet enough to put two fingers inside, pumping away while he continues his assault, She’s loud despite herself. Whimpering and moaning like she has a 10 inch cock in her, Vaughn stops mauling her neck with love bites and kisses enough for her to turn her head, nearly headbutting him in her haste for a proper kiss.

He likes to think it's all out of affection and not a sad attempt to keep her pretty sounds to herself.

When the third finger slips in they lose all sense of the plot, Allie uses all her will to get out of his hold, at first he thinks he may have taken it too far, he gets ready to apologise and figure out what went wrong, before he can even get a word out, he is being aggressively pushed onto the mattress like some heroin from a paper back romance novel.

Before vaughn could get his bearings allie had already removed her panties, and was working on Vaughn's sweats. Without any more preamble allie climbs on top of him and seats herself. “Ahh” she cried out in relife, he wasnt teasing her that long was he, maybe he did, with the amount her pussy drooled over his cock “FUCK!” he couldn’t say much more as allie covered his mouth with her hand. For a moment they just looked into each other's eyes.

Vaughn decided his would be heart shaped …..allies was…slightly, now, only slightly, crazed…predatory, and smiling.

She fucked him

She fucked him like a cheap whore, rode him like a penny ride, like the last horse out of town. She kept her hand over his mouth, muffling his cries of ecstasy, it was pointless to muffle him, the banging of the headboard was loud enough to make that attempt mote
“Mmm ngh mmmm!” Vaughn grunted and moaned into his wife's hands, eyes rolling from the feel of how her pussy constricted against him, swallowing him up.

He gripped the sheets because he didn't want to stop her hips, her pace was fantastic, she was amazing, if this is what he got for his new massage he’d play with those tits every damn day.
“ ahhh-hh, yes, oh-mm” fuck, if he heard any more of that he’d finish in under a second. Vaughn bit his lip and closed his eyes, and just let himself feel it, let it wash over him.

“vox , ah, vox!” That name! She NEVER uses that name, it’s his stage name and Allie makes a point to never call him that. everyone outside his home calls him that, and he was fine with it, his real name is special and should be reserved for only his family, he just didnt realise how hot it was for his wife to fuck him so hard she may have forgotten his actual name!

He doesn't know why, maybe it's the latent narcissism, or the idea that his work persona and his home persona are so starkly different he considers them two different people, but nothing got him harder than his wife calling out that name. He grabbed her hips and fucked her from below, finding the perfect angle that drove his love mad, letting go of his mouth to touch her own chest and pull at her hair.

Vaughn wasn't a bad lay, he used to be a very widely known player for a reason, able to keep up with that voracious whore valentina thrust for thrust, but Allie,a woman whose body had only ever known him, was actually putting him through his paces. He could feel himself about to cum, bitting his own lip bloody trying to stave it off, fuck trying to get allie to slow down or stop, that train left the station long ago.

Hell, he couldn't even get his own hips to stop bucking, his toes curled and his eyes rolled into his head for the last time, his face contorted into a silent scream

Allie…allie, fucked him through it, using him like a dildo until she came on it.

By the time Vaughn woke up, hours had passed, allie actually put him to bed…during the first round…is he getting old? “Welcome back, did you have a nice nap?” Allie chuckled as she sat at her vanity creating voluminous curls into her hair.“ you actually fucked me too sleep” bewilderment clear in his tone. “ darling, there is no need to be so crass” she stated primly. As if she wasn't the one who pinned him down and had her way with him.
Vaughn flops back down onto the bed, savoring its warmth before he himself would get ready for the day, then for dinner that evening. If the night was anything like this morning, he had a lot to look forward to.

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“You're taste in clothes are tacky,and I hate you” velvet said all without even looking up from her phone. Andy stands there with the now apparently offensive tie that vel hadn’t even really bothered to look at. Venice was also standing next to the dressing room, headphones on ,and clearly ignoring the entire world. Brats, they're all brats, except for his angel baby blake. Blake never did nobody wrong.

Andy quickly snatches away velvet’s cellphone and venice’s headphones “ Pay attention” andy doesn't raise his voice, he never does, his cold tone immediately cuts off their complaints “I asked you both to come with me to look for presents, and so far the only person useful to me is a toddler, so what does that say about the both of you?” ouch .

“Isn't velvet the resident fashionista, im the music guy, I wouldn't even know where to begin” venice tries to excuse himself “oh, come off it VINCENT, exactly how hard is it to find a solid color tie” velvet mocks “ I told everyone to stop calling me that!” Venice barked “what?, your name?!” velvet yelled back. “ that is not my fucking name, it’s venice!” velvet rolled her eyes “ ugh, fucking artists and their personas. Before velvet could tell him exactly what he could call himself, and how accurate it would be, Andy spoke.

“Shut. up”

You could hear the audible clack of teeth as they did just that, “ this is how it’s gonna go, we're going to buy our parents presents through hell or high water, we will stay here all night if that's what it takes. You can be with me or against me, but frankly that doesn't matter, because kicking or screaming we will accomplish this” his tone was steady and left no room for nonsense.

Velvet had to wonder why this kid was so dedicated, he was literally only four years older than them, by all logic he was just as much a stupid teenager as the rest of them. Where did this unflinching loyalty come from? Velvet had always thought he must have caught the hags 'prude genes, but this seemed like a step above….and it was annoying.

“ Where do you get off telling me what I will or will not do, what are you, my dom?”
The stare he levy's at her could kill, and it’s almost enough to make even her back down
“I’m worse than that ... .I'm your brother, I have all the disciplining power, and none of the concern for your well being” andy leaned down quite a bit to get in her face “ try me” his smile was still pleasant….

What the fuck is his problem!! Velvet glared back, but remained silent
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17 YEARS PRIOR

“ Can you say ‘da da?’” Vaughn spoke softly into the crib “ darling, you know he can't” Alice said as she entered the room “yeah, but all the books say they learn language better and faster if you speak to them” he said while smiling at their son. Alice looked over, exhausted but smitten, she knew Vaughn would be a good father, took to it like a fish to water. So good in fact, she worried she may not be as good at being a mother.

The baby cried whenever she so much as got in his vicinity, the only reason he was even this quiet was because he was distracted by Vaughn, and had not sensed her presence. That's awful, her own baby can't even stand to be around her. Alice shook her head as if physically shaking off the negative thoughts.

The cooing, and babbling coming from the crib signifying a happy infant should be enough for her, but Alice couldn't help her bruised ego, the child clearly already picked favorites.” hey allie come look, he’s turning over!” That was hardly news, and as infatuated as Andy was with his father, it was a two way street. Alice loves Andy, which is why it stings that it seems unreciprocated.

“Don't even think of it darling “ Alice could just sense when Vaughn became overwhelmed with “cute aggression” and would try to pull the child from his nap to play and snuggle more.”Allie, he doesn't even look tired” Vaughn whined. “That's the point, we're putting him on a schedule, you don't like waking up in the middle of the night, yes?” Vaughn quickly snatched his hands back, the dark circles under his eyes, a testament to said late nights.

Vaughn Pet his son’s back none the less,one last time before leaving the boy to rest. Andy looked so docile, eyes wide open, kicking his little feet at random, ‘be still my cold dead heart’ she wanted to play and cuddle him too, he just got so fussy around her. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just..she reached out her hand ”allie” Vaughn said reproachfully, but with eyes full of mirth “he needs his rest” he cooed, mocking her earlier reprimand.

Rolling her eyes, and pulling back her hand, she made her way out of the nursery but not before checking all the monitors were on, Vaughn followed close behind, leaving the door opened a bit,...just in case.

The two made their way to their own bedroom, each getting ready for what they hoped would be a full night's sleep in over 8 months, slipping into her nightie, allie inelegantly face plants onto the mattress. They said motherhood was hard, they weren't joking, or over selling any of it. Her back, her nipples, everything ached. If she thought pregnancy changed her body, the role itself changed her very being. She was still deciding if that was ok or not.

She could feel Vaughns hands caressing her back, calluses catching on the soft cotton of her sleep dress, Vaughn had been so patient through all of it. Dutifully watching their son when she had to shower or eat, cleaning when she couldn't summon the will, and diligently taking his medications on time without her reminding him.

It had been fairly recently that Vaughn had been diagnosed bipolar, in fairness the signs were there, the obsessions, the depression, the extreme highs, and low lows. Some days he could barely make it out of bed. When the diagnosis came Alice could see the conflict in him, but they were a team, they would get through it together like they always had, in her mind his disorder changed nothing but her schedule.

“Uuuugh” Vaughn groaned as she heard his head finally hit the pillow “ it gets easier, im told” alice whispered in condolence…he offers a tired chuckle in reply

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5 YEARS LATER

“Mom, mom, mom, mom!” Vaughn considers the tape on his home office desk,lord he wasn't even in the room and the boy was tap dancing on his very last nerve. He could only imagine how the victim of his ire was farring, Allie was a patient woman, but this, this was an act of pure terrorism. Heavily pregnant and dealing with the wrath of an overstimulated toddler, yup, that can only end in tears, and it'll be a toss up as to who’s.

Closing his laptop Vaughn made the decision to go rescue his damsel in distress, apparently coming just in the nick of time as he could see Allie almost hit her limit for physical touch. At 3 years old the boy hit a heavy pivot in his approach to his mother, once seemingly not being able to stand her, now clinging onto her as if she was the only source of love and right in the world. ‘Trust me kid I know the feeling’ Vaughn thought in commiseration.

“Hey bud, wanna play with daddy!” The gleam of pure hope on Allie's face made him truly feel like her hero. “No” the boy said curtly and cutely before letting go of his mothers skirt and diving into his fathers waiting arms, the dreaded ‘no’ phase, confusing yet adorable, and completely worth the mild second of terror of on his darling wife’s face as she waited to see if that was a genuine rejection.

Slinging the toddler up like a stray cat, making the boy giggle at the rough treatment, Allie doesn't like the way they play, but if it gets her a second of peace she’ll look the other way.
Vaughn twirls the boy around the kitchen for a bit, causing screams of excitement before perching the now joyful toddler on his hip.

Vaughn kisses his wife on the cheek, collecting his reward for saving his fair maiden.
“Eww” andy covers his eyes, snuggling more into his fathers arms “one day you're gonna wanna kiss a pretty girl too” Vaughn coos,allie blushed prettily. “Noooo way” the little voice replies back, Vaughn snickers into Allie’s hair, holding her with his free arm a bit, stealing one more kiss before freeing her.

Allie, feeling grateful for the save, gracefully allows it.

“C’mon let's see what daylight has to offer” Vaughn said sarcastically, the statement going over Andy's head, but he did know his daddy very rarely left his office in the day,,so this was a rare treat. Mom was fun and all,but daddy goes beyond even that. The boy couldnt wait to see what he and his father would do that day.
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5 YEARS LATER
“Now you do a loopty loop and pull” Andy explained, velvet’s small cheeks puffed with frustration as she worked to try and copy how her brother tied his shoes. Andy simply watched knowing that any success would be better if it were her own, though his little sister is adorable and doll-like, she was really stubborn. “I got it!” The girl shrieked in excitement, Vincent sat sadly with the most confused expression, grasping on to a mess of tangled string connected to his shoes, andy hid his amusement in his little sister's embrace, as they celebrated her crowning achievement, tying her shoes, all by herself.

“ too easy,you're hopeless if you don't get it” she teased, andy put his sister down recognizing the sheen of tears about to fall, but just as he was about to reassure vincent, velvet spoke,
“ it's not worth crying about, ya cry baby, here i’ll help you, but just this once” watching velvet, in her own way show care for vincent brought a smile to andy.
……………………..

“Uncle Husker!” excitement consumed the small group of children playing in the garden. Velvet was the first to sprint toward the burly man. Andy gingerly picked up his younger brother, assisting him with the walk; though slow it was no less an excited approach. Vincent had always been a very weak child, it was explained to him by his mother that despite being twins, one would always grow faster and stronger than the other, and that's without the fact they came way too early.

“They're my gremlins” the large man squats down with open arms to receive the small girl. He hoists her into the air making her gasp a small surprised squeak before peeling into childish giggling. “Short stuff, ‘ave ya seen my niece’y girl” husk drawled in his southern accent “mama’s in the kitchen” velvet says behind her giggles, uncle husk cuts his eyes to where the kitchen would be before placing a finger over his mouth “shh, y'all wanna scare ya mama” he says as if its the most fabulous idea ever had…it is. All the children nod quickly.

Uncle husk sets velvet down, a little upset at not being held.

Husk motions for them to creep up toward the back door, it was like they were secret agents, andy was giddy with the idea, so much so he had to physically cover the giggles threatening the whole operation.

There mama was standing at the sink cleaning up after breakfast, uncle husk, cat like in his approach, like a real spy!

Just as he was about to touch mama on the shoulder

“Boo!”

Everyone jumped with screams, andy had never seen his uncle jump so high, Andy turned to be met with his father holding his stomach near collapsed in laughter ”should have seen your faces, husk nearly hit the ceiling” no one aside mama was even remotely amused. “Daddy!” velvet’s little arms crossed in annoyance, its very hard to look angry when you were that small, even though Andy was a bit miffed he couldn't help the giggle that escaped into full blown laughter. Apparently it was contagious as the room filled with it. “ what are you even doing here uncle husk” mama asked ast the room settled down “well lil doe, ya daddy asked me to check in on ya while i'm on my way back down south” husk explained, andy could see his daddy rolling his eyes from the corner of his eye. Andy doesn't know why but grandpa and his dad never really got along.

“Well ya can repot back tha ‘m fine” his mother replied back, that's another thing he liked about his mother’s side of the family visiting, mama sounded different, and held herself a lot looser, more at ease. Not to say she wasn't comfortable at home, but just…different
As if catching that fact herself, she straightens and repeats herself “i'm fine” she says again.
Daddy has this dopey grin on his face, he always looks like that when mom speaks with her family.

Weird

“So what na, ya gone jus toss an old man out into this northern cold” husk brings his wrist to his forehead like an overwhelmed southern bell, earning a laugh from the children. “Uncle husk, its 70 degrees outside” alice states plainly.”practically freezin compared to ol miss” husk answers, alice rolls her honey eyes before saying “ fine, unlike you and big buck, I still have some manners, would you like to stay a spell, at least till morning” husk smiles at the offer taking off his hat and placing it over his heart “ much obliged lil doe”

The children could barely contain their excitement,playing with uncle husk was the best, andy could hardly figure out where to start first, hide and seek, tag, or his personal favorite, cards!
Uncle always said he had a knack for it, he couldn't wait to show off to his siblings.

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PRESENT

Andy stood at the flower shop lost in thought and memories gone by,venice and velvet had finally decided on flowers and chocolate as a gift for their mother, very non committal and generic, but at least they were doing as they were told.

What happened?

Andy remembers them being closer than this, when he genuinely enjoyed their company, and didn't have to play third parent all the time. Honestly it was all very exhausting, he was all set to go to college next year, but what happens when he leaves; can he trust his siblings to look after their youngest member,Blake, or will they continue to ignore him as they had been.

They literally have been out all day and no one has so much as offered to hold the toddler. He understands, he’s been here before, looking after younger kids, when all you wanna do is, well, your own thing.

“Ugh, I've seen salads dressed better than you!”, vel mocks “oh yeah, Saw your new pick, i've seen less filters in a water treatment plant!” Venice retorts. “ Of course your nerd ass would know!”

and the fighting!

without him to mediate what will become of them. Andy leans over to check on Blake, now starting to get fussy with all the noise. Having got all the presents necessary for their parents' anniversary, and considering his emerging headache, and his deep desire to stop listening to his siblings speak, or rather argue, he screams.

“Ok!!”

For the first time anyone can recall, andy..yells..it silences the twins and sends poor blake into fitful whimpers, “I get it, it was my mistake to ask you both to come with me, I knew it was a bad idea, but I just thought that for once you selfish clowns could at least pretend to give a flying fuck about anyone but yourselves” he rubs his head in frustration “ its not even like I asked you to buy anything, just to spend some time together, but no, fuck me right?” He looks at the twins, still shocked by not only the loud outburst but the cursing, Andy the boy scout would never.

He looks at them expectantly as if that were a real question. “Damn dude it aint that serious” venice says in a small voice almost hoping not to be heard “not a big deal?”..Andy can feel his infamous temper rising, only this time he does nothing to try to self-soothe he is done with this.
“Not a big deal, oh yeah, I forgot ever since this cringe ass phase of yours, nothing is a big deal!” venice shrinks in on himself “hey, that's pushing it” velvet stands in front of venice “yeah he’s cringe but you don't gotta be nasty about it!” velvet yells. “You think you have the right to lecture me on being nasty, you've been calling him anything but a child of god all damn day”

Velvet looks uncertain, he isn't wrong, but…it's not like she meant any of it.

“Look, we're sorry ok, we’ll look for a better present, yeah?” velvet offers, but Andy scoffs, so angry he can't even yell, so angry he is past angry..he can't even name what it is…but he can, he is disappointed. Andy sighs “just get in the car, we're going home” Andy says in defeat.
The teenagers are quiet as they make their way back to the car.

“And-” “vel, not right now” he stops her as he climbs into the passenger seat.
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“Oh honey, don’t you look absolutely delicious” Vaughn leered at his wife, Alice rolls her eyes, he says that about everything she wears even her moo moo. She had to admit though this new dress was quite stunning. A gold mini dress,usually too audacious for any event, with a daring plunging neckline. Her hair was perfect, curled and braided atop her head creating a flowing crown. For now Alice argued with herself whether to cover her masterpiece with a cream blazer jacket. “The kids are running pretty late huh?” Vaughn asked, he was right they were about ready to leave for their dinner and still, no hide nor hair of the children, Alice wanted to kiss them goodnight before she left, and see what gifts could possibly take this long.

“I swear to god if they get me another tie, i'll finally have enough to hang myself with” Vaughn jokes.“Be nice, the children must have put so much thought into it this year”
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No, no they did not

The flowers were truly lovely and the tie, only slightly tacky, but the real surprise was the morose atmosphere surrounding the group. How bad could the day have been?
Andy, who usually greets them when he arrives, puts Blake firmly in velvet’s arms and makes a bee line for his own room without saying one word.

“What did you two do to andy?” Vaughn was stern, glaring daggers at the twins
“We didn't do anything, one minute we're all talking and the next Andy catches a right bitch fit!” velvet sounded exasperated as she bounced Blake in her arms. Alice glares daggers at the girl, velvet wisely stops speaking.

“T-thats not exactly true vel” venice spoke up timidly “we kind of were a bunch of a holes all day” venice said

“I'll go up and talk to him” alice said heading toward the bedroom before being stopped by her husband “oh no you don’t, we are going to dinner, and you two are going to apologise to your brother, your family, after me and your mother go, you are all you have”

“When we come back I better see some improvement” Vaughn says

Alice sometimes forgets how attractive Vaughn's stern side is, he does have a point, she can't swoop in and save them and their relationship forever, sometimes you have to let kids figure it out amongst themselves.

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The knock at the door is hesitant, then turning into annoyed rattling, Andy just wants to lay down and forget this whole stupid day, his forearm covers his eyes in a vain attempt to lessen his headache. ‘bang , bang’ he could feel the blows behind his eyes, it couldn't get much worse
“Andy, get your lanky ass out here!” velvet screeched. Like nails on a chalkboard. Andy angrily launched himself, swiftly pulling open the door to glare down at the small girl, only this time she doesn't back down. They were at a stalemate both glaring at each other neither giving an inch.
“So you gonna stare into my pretty eyes all day or are we gonna finally talk about this?” velvet seethed. “About what, as far as I’m concerned it's my own damn fault for thinking the two of you could keep it together for any stretch of time” Andy hissed.

Velvet at least looks a bit guilty, “look, ann, it's not like that” she looks past her brother into his room “can I come in?” she asked hesitantly.

Seeing velvet display anything less than bold audacity makes him hesitate to slam the door in her face”ugh, fine…make it quick” Andy steps aside. Velvet sits on the bed while andy stands at the door ready to show her the way if he catches any attitude” so what are you like their leader now, or their sacrifice?” andy baits, of course she is the leader venice as confident as he is slowly becoming still has too hard a time confronting people, but she doesn't need to know that.

“ Whatever, what was that today?” velvet actually seems concerned “ me and venice go at it like that all the time, now suddenly we're brats because we got into a little tiff,c;mon,i'm not venice I know there's more to it” velvet for her part isn't being overly confrontational or even accusatory, this is a genuine question, and andy isn't really sure of the answers himself.

Andy sighs, all hostility leaving him ”it's just a lot ,you know, i’m leaving next year and it feels like im leaving a mess” Andy looks to vel for a response,maybe anger at the insinuation that anything about her was a mess, but instead “yeah…I can see how this looks” understanding, it's the last thing anyone expects from her. “But I need you to understand, and if you tell anyone i'll deny it,but I dont mean half the things I say to you jerks” velvet pauses “I-I love you guys” Those words were forced out with the jaws of life, but they were no less sincere.

“I love you guys too, but the way you act, I can't deal with it anymore, pretending that we don't care for each other, and how exactly are we supposed to know when someone is being serious, words hurt vel, even me” faced with her brothers sincerity she could admit, sometimes the insults did hurt..just a bit..even admitting it to herself that her brother was not only right, but that she had been hurt a few times herself was a lot to contend with.

“Ok, I hear you, I will make an effort to be less of a bitch, but I cant make promises that things will change over night” velvet conceded.”and- pay more attention to blake” andy added “Its not fair, I never ignored you or venice growing up, blake deserves the childhood we all had” andy can feel a bit of anger returning for blake and how he is treated.” I hear you, I-we’ll both try” velvet looks away from andy for a moment, if she looks back on the day she can see that she hadn't so much as held Blake all day ,until he was forced into her arms, hell, she forgot he was there.

“So…are we cool?” She asked more timidly than Andy had seen her, it wasn't much, but it was progress, maybe before he left he could leave Blake in capable hands.”set up movie night…then I guess we're square” velvets smile lit up the room as a response, he hadn't seen her real smile in a while,and not the snarky challenging one, he missed it.”on it boss” velvet jumped from the bed set on salvaging this shit day.

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Alice was less than amused,head in head as she watched her husband cause a scene at the bar, it was just their luck that a rival studio’s producer was at the same restaurant.Alice was currently seated with said producers arm candy, oh joy. “So then I said, it better come with a new prada bag or I'm not going “ the small blond tittered as if that was the funniest story in the world, Alice hums non committal at the young woman. “So how did you bag your sugar daddy?, no offence but you look a bit old for sugaring so i'd love to trade notes to stay in the game as long as you have” the bottle blond smiled. This bitch.

“I’m the wife, im married” alice says simply

The blond makes a face “too Vox?!”

Why does everyone say that when she tells them he is her husband? What possible life has this man led that would make people make this face, alice asks herself “yes, too vox..for decades, it's our 23 anniversary today” Alice kind of understands, neither vaughn nor alice have exactly been shouting their perspective marriage from the rooftops, so it isn't well known, She knew vaughn was a player, hell the first words out of his mouth to her was that he jerked it to her in highschool, but is this level of theatrics necessary.

Alice could feel herself getting annoyed with the girl, Vaughn and herself for allowing it to get to her. “O-oh, congrats, I just remembered I-i have to powder my nose” the girl makes a beeline for the ladies room. What the- Alice doesn't finish that thought as the shattering of glass brings her attention back to her husband, only to find the scene escalated. “As if some pretty boy like you could ever understand how this business is truly run!!” the older man spat. “Oh I know plenty, ah, remind me, who’s broadcast station is number one on the west coast, oh yeah,me!” The smug grin rivaled anything he would use on Tv. “face it tomas you're a washed up hasbin, intimidated by a real performer!” They were in each other's faces now, looking close to coming to blows.

Her new blond friend seeing the commotion hurried back, “someone, call security!!” the small woman yelled, wow she must really be new to sugaring alice thought, anyone worth their salt in the bizz knew never to call law enforcement, because where they were is where a true scandal was.“W-what are you doing?!” the blond asked, as Alice fixed her makeup, let down her hair, and removed her blazer, she tousled her hair to add a bit of volume “fixing the situation” alice replied, as she strode confidently into the fray.

By then other people at the bar were holding both men away from each other, Alice knew why vaughn was having such a strong reaction to the mans words, not only had vaughn heard those kinds of sentiments his whole career, but this pompous fool was one of the first to reject vaughn for it. ‘Too pretty’ to show boaty’ a pretty face and a big mouth. One could say vaughn had a chip on his shoulder, and that would be something they would address..later.

“Vox, what are you doing?” Alice said seductively, she knows she doesn't have to yell to get Vaughn's attention, he stops yelling at his opponent to look over and he stops struggling in the man's hold. “Fuck” was all he could get out, shrugging out of the hold he made his way too his wife, can you believe it, his wife! Almost in a trance”you heard me vox, what are you doing?” her voice was calm and seductive, with just a hint of annoyance “he started it” thomas looked annoyed at the accusation but remained silent, Alice though being a bit of a wash up herself still had some sway in the industry as someone who did their job well, and asked little questions or concern, she did her job nothing more and nothing less. It’s just..something about her, not her stage persona, but her as a person that was just…off putting. The dame had a creepy way about her.

The smile Alice gives tomas makes his stomach drop.

Noticing Alice even looking at another man fills him with renewed rage at Tomas, he turns getting ready to fight that man to the death,but his wifes delicate hand caresses his face and forces him to meet those big Doe eyes. Honey eyes look up at him so sweetly, almost shy. “ and here I thought I’d have you all to myself” she said in a disappointed pout. “I know what you're doing and it wont work,” Vaughn said, trying to keep his composure. Alice cutely tilts her head to the side as if she truly doesn't know what he is saying “Oh, what am I doing?” she snakes her hands to Vaughns waist, pulling him closer.

“Y-you dont understand, I can't let em get away with this” alice is full on pressing her body into Vaughn, her warmth spreading through him, making him question why he was so mad in the first place.”so he is more important than me?” her eyes were dazzling “no, never” she smiles at his quick response, making Vaughn blush. “Then can we go back to our room…and properly celebrate?” Vaughn could feel himself harden under her words and touch. Alice is right; he feels foolish for acting like this on the best day of the year. “Y-yeah” Vaughn responds, Alice kisses him closed mouth on the lips, pulling back before Vaughn can deepen it, making him whimper at the loss.

Alice grabs his hand and leads him away from the crowds.

“Was that her?” the blond, now reunited with her financier, “yup, vox’s wife, if you wanna keep that pretty head on your shoulders you steer clear of that woman” the blond turns back to the retreating couple, she didn't seem as scary as all the other women she’s met in the industry had said. The rumor being that the woman was vicious, and never to mess with vox’s wife or it'll be your last mistake. Now that she thinks of it…who even started that rumor in the first place?

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It Runs In The Family

Nobody wanted to be here, no one, that included Vaughn himself, andy's smile was rictus and twitching upon his face as if it too were planning a daring escape. Venice was just taking the passive route of avoiding all eye contact,and instead trying to stare a hole into the floor for a his own possible escape. Good luck kid, I've already tried that, Vaughn thought bitterly as he sat across from his sons. The worst part was this wouldn't be the last time this “talk” would be had, eventually Blake would eventually hit puberty too, just the idea made him feel twice his age.

“Ehem” clearing his throat to delay the inevitable conversation for a moment more. “So…as you get older, you're gonna start noticing things about girls…” the boys wince in unison. “-and you're going to have some feelings about it” think, what did his own father tell him when he was given “the talk” he remembers his the deep timbers of his own fathers words, “don't put your dick in crazy, it'll be a lifetime of repayment” ….yea, it wasn't bad advice,but he was gonna need a gentler approach for his own kids, vaughn thought wistfully.

“Dad, please…stop” andy forced out through gritted teeth.

“You think I wanna do this , your mother insisted and she's right, you're at that age” vaughn wanted nothing more than to leave this room and only have it replay in nightmares, but this is what responsible parents did, cut through the bullshit and parent. Vaughn sighed heavily “how bout this, ask me any question you want, but ten questions tops” that should be enough and he wouldn't have to necessarily think of what to say. Just like his talk shows he can lead with questions.

“Why do girls not like me?” Venice asked, gaze still firmly working on that hole to freedom.
Vaughn choked on air, shit, what do you even say to that?

Ok ,be cool, its only your shyest kids fragile self esteem on the line. Vaughn calmed himself and really gave that question some thought. Back when he was venice’s age he had much the same problem, only, he went about solving it in the exact opposite way. Instead of hiding behind music, he took on an air of false bravado. He may not have felt confident, but he damn sure looked the part.

Poor kid couldn't even try for that approach, all skin,bone and pale even for a brown boy, velvette once compared the complexion to a sugar cookie, proclaiming the poor light skinned boy damn near fades away in winter. Vaughn actively tried to hold back, cracking a smile at the memory.

Covering his smile with his hand Vaughn answers that question, with a question “ why do you care what girls think of you? What do you think of you?” At first Vaughn was bullshitting to buy more time, but now that the question was posed, it demanded an answer. Why did he care so much, even andy looked toward his younger brother for clarification. The boy sighed as any put upon teenager was apt to do. “ isn't that obvious, I want them to like me” venice said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and it was, but that wasn't the answer vaughn wanted to hear, nor the answer to the full question. “Son, do you like you” vaughn's voice lost all annoyance and playfulness, now very much concerned.

Venice makes eye contact for the first time, a bit red with embarrassment, “o-of course I do, im amazing!” andy and vaughn exchanged worried looks for a moment “yeah, you are, and because you're so amazing, it'll take time for girls, especially girls your age, to see that. you're what one would call, a late bloomer "Vaughn explained. If he’s being honest Venice is going through an “ugly” phase, he doesn't quite know who he is and it reflects in the way he carries himself, he is physically handsome, no shit, it's his son after all, but he comes off as extremely awkward. Its off putting for any girl, he just needs time to grow into himself.

“I get it, they just cant see my greatness just yet” venice offered a haughty smile, vaughn did his best to return it without laughing, that will buy him some time. The last thing he needs to worry about is a date with his self esteem. Andy has no such self restraint and just laughs, causing the room to fill with it, lifting the previous tension.

“Ok, ok, me next” andy said with a bit of a chuckle.

“When did you know you were ready..you know…for the main event?” and just like that, welcome back tension.”uhhh” Vaugn isn't usually the shy type,when it comes to sex, and considers himself a very sex positive kind of guy. Hell he was bisexual for fucks sake, he was confident that if his sons came out to him in this very moment nothing would change.The thing was, he wasnt proud of who he used to be, to him sex was never sacred or anything worth cherishing, he was kind of a whore in his younger years. He wasn't ashamed either, but this was kind of a ‘do as I say and not as I do’ sort of hypocrisy.

He had been around the block enough to know, he didn't want that for his kids.It was a dangerous and shitty way to live and treat people, he remembers kicking out one night stands, and being an overall douche to any and all partners, but that's just what happens when neither are together for the right reasons, they wanted his money and he wanted their bodies, it all seemed like a fair trade.

Confessing that to your children who looked up to him was a tall order, he honestly doesn't remember his first. He vaguely remembers it as a quickie in the backseat of the other guys car.
He doesn't remember thinking anything of it,other than to buy more lube because the stuff that came with the condom certainly wasn't enough.

He does remember his first time with Allie, how couldn't he, it was everything the tv and movies said it would be, but in a real way, if that made sense.

“I'm gonna level with ya, I don't remember my first, I wasn't always a good man.” Vaughn shrugged, he never lied to his boys, and he wouldn't start now. They're shocked eyes were all directed at him, even venice couldn't feign disinterest.

“I did whatever and whoever I wanted, but ill tell you this, i’d trade all those experiences for the first time with the woman I love to have happened sooner…I would in a heartbeat” vaughn said wistfully. Eyes going a bit vacant at the memory.

“Sex is only as important as you make it, if you want it to have all the pomp and circumstance of true love, have at it, or you just wanna get over it in the backseat of a car, it doesn't matter, but I will say this, it feels the best when you do it with someone you trust” vaughn finished, andy looked a bit confused “trust…not love?” vaughn nodded

…………………………………
20 YEARS AGO

It was a quiet night in the city,a bit too cold for Vaughn's liking, tightening the scarf al made for him a bit firmer around his neck,and doubling his pace back to their shared apartment. He barely gets the lock to turn from his shivering. “Al, baby, i’m home” he announced to apparently no one, the apartment was warm but dim, turning the corner to look for his girlfriend, he found the room bathed with warm light from intricately placed candles.

There, sitting in the middle of the couch sat such an inviting sight, Alice barely clothed in one of his oversized t-shirts, and what looked to be little else reading a book. Vaughn drinks in the sight “honey, I don't remember today being my birthday” vaughn says playfully. The day may have been hard but it was all worth it if it's a “good touch” day. They’ve been dating for a solid year now, and things have been more than perfect, but if you let his asshole friends at the studio tell it, he's a man deprived.

Vaughn always did have a high libido and he honestly thought the whole ‘no sex’ thing would be a bigger issue, only to find out how little of a problem it actually was. He would sooner
Meet the grave then admit, what he likely wanted all along wasn't just sex, what was always missing was an honest to god friendship.. Being with allie wasn't like being with any other partner, even the few times he tried an actual relationship. They never felt like this.It always felt performative.

Because it was. He thinks to himself.

Al doesnt say anything, simply sets aside her book, and opens her arms, as if sensing the hard day he’s had, and who is he to stand on ceremony, and he all but tosses his tired body into his girlfriends awaiting arms. Al always smelled of some sort of spice, but today courtesy of his old t-shirt, she smelled like them, and nothing was more arousing.
Vaughn felt a light smack against his head, no doubt al could feel his lecherous smile through his old tshirt, nuzzling his face more into her chest…he found she wasn't wearing a bra, only half confirming his suspicions on her nudity. Before any more investigations could be made with a wandering hand Vaughn is laid firmly in al’s lap, her smiling face there to greet him “how was your day, darling?” she whispered, setting a mood of secrecy. He wanted to kiss her “oh, you know, dealing with the ungrateful and working for the greedy” his sharp smile looking like the jaws of a great white for all the viciousness it carried.

“ said the greedist one” Alice mocked, lightly tugging his nose. Then combing through dark hair with her fingers, his face changing from sharp, to smitten in an instant.All but melting further into her lap. They stayed like that for a long while, alice picking her book back up and turning right to where she left off, petting him like the contented cat he felt as.

Vaughn only meant to close his eyes for a moment, just to rest his eyes.

When he came too, it was to alice waking him, poor thing, her legs must have gone numb. Fuck he didnt mean to sleep in his clothes, how tired was he? “C’mon love, time for bed” al said practically in his ear as she helped him to the bedroom,well he wasn’t tired anymore. C’mon Vaughn get it together, that's not where this is going.

Finally making it to the bed, and dutifully taking off his shoes before ally bitched him out about shoes on the bed, Vaughn decided to just take off his shirt and call it good, leave the clean up to future vaughn. As soon as he sets to start tediously removing buttons, alice is already there. “Aww, you Wanna help me out, why are you being so sweet today, not that I mind” vaughn's eyes try to find hers for an answer.Usually a playful curt denial would be the go to response, leading to a bit of flirty banter, verbally ‘pulling her pigtails’.

None came.

Shirt now half way off, those soft hands roam his chest leaving a burning path in their wake, Alice looks at him through her lashes, all seduction he knows for a fact she doesn't possess. “W-whats gotten into you” he gives a strained laugh, capturing her hands in his. Maybe this is all just a prelude to a bit of necking before bed, he doesn't want allie to feel rushed about their intimacy, so he is never the one to bring it up or initiate things.

Usually, allie is pretty blunt when she wants to get a bit hot and heavy, and sure to mention what's off and on the table. This, this is new,and unfamiliar territory, he’s actually being seduced! By al! Vaughn wants to take a moment to pinch himself, but he’s a little worried about where those delicate hands will end up next if he lets go.

“Vaughn….im ready”

His first instinct is to take her right here. Take it at face value, ask questions in the afterglow. He’s almost feral with it, but he can't, he can't risk this being too soon, is a year really enough time to decide she wants this. These are the times that being in love kind of sucks, the old him wouldn't have hesitated even for a moment, the object of all his daydreams and obsession looking up at him, all doe eyes and half naked; but that's not who he is anymore, not with her.
“Baby, are you sure about this” he needs her to be sure.

Instead of a verbal answer, she leans in and kisses him, closed mouthed and chaste, like their first kiss. Al only stops to remove that t shirt and confirm all his fantasies correct, she was naked, the whole time. Was she waiting for him…like this.

“I put some thought into it, yes” her gaze was certain and unbreaking.

That was it, all bets off, the ravenous feelings did come, but cooler heads prevailed, allies first time shouldn't be some horny quick roll in the sheets, he needs to calm down and think this through, alice is amazing and her first time deserves to be just as amazing as she is. Vaugh felt himself actually getting nervous. He wasn't even nervous on his own first time.

Vaughn just loves her so much and he wants this to be perfect, just in case this never happens again, oh god, he could end up scarring al off sex altogether!

“ I knew you'd be pleased, but why are you shaking dear?” alice looked into his blue eyes with concern. No, this is not the time to freak out.

“Just excited babe” he rushed, getting the feeling he wasn't being believed for the fast response. Alright game face on, he was gonna rock al’s world, through hell or high water. His kiss is dirtier, filthy compared to the chaste kiss before. The kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, throughout the year of only making it to 1st and 2nd base made him a bit of an expert on foreplay.

Wow, not a thing he thought would be true in his lifetime, damn, love does change people.

He lays her down gently and takes a good long look at his girlfriend, all naked and splayed out for him, still trying to catch her breath, and a little red in the face.’ Girlfriend’ now sounds a little pitiful in the face of his feelings for her, it doesn't describe exactly what she is to him. ‘Girlfriend isn't a strong enough word, lover, soul mate, love of my life,my obsession; they all pale in comparison, but wife, now that's more fitting.

For a moment vaughn gives into the cringy mushy fantasy of having enough willpower to wait until their honeymoon, fuck the reality that he hasnt even brought a ring or asked her opinion.

“ vaughn?”

Right, he can wax poetic about her at work, like a normal person.

Thanks to the year of foreplay Vaughn has a good idea about what gets allie in the mood, his gentle kisses and teasing bites nearly undo her on a regular day, but this was on a whole other level. Vaughn takes his time with her, this is not an act he is going to do to her, its something they will share together.

Vaughn showers kisses on her face, small pecks that are too hard to catch and tingle on her skin, he’s holding her now, trapped by his affection, and attention. Before she can breathe a complaint about anything he’s already adjusting his weight or slowing down. He has had practice. It feels like hours when he finally feels satisfied with his work. By now Alice is actually frustrated with the time he took, she is starting to understand lust on some level. She wants him to be with her so badly she can feel frustrated tears welling.

Vaughn holds them together on their side, close enough to breathe the same air. Vaughn waits at her entrance, stalling for any sign that she wasn't ready,or had second thoughts, none came.
“Alice, I love you” he’s said it 100s of times in different ways, through word, and deed, it remains the truest thing he’s ever said. Al looks at him, assured “I trust you” and Vaughn feels the weight of that trust. He knows Allie loves him, but her trust was even more hard won, and he's all the better for it.

The first push was scary, amazing, tight, hot, all fine adjectives and descriptors , but one thing vaughn did not plan for, he hadn't been with another person….at least not ‘biblically’ for a year, how did he forget how fucking good this feels! He’s practically fighting for his life not to bust a nut, he knew he should have pre gamed!

Lucky him, he’s not the only one feeling it,Alice is frozen in his arms, he’s barely an inch or two in. Just as well, Vaughn is positive that if he goes another inch, it'll be the saddest first time for any girl, and Vaughn will shake hands with the devil before letting that happen.so he takes time to adjust. Trying to summon images of dead puppies, and his taxes. Vaughn looks to see if al is ok, and kisses the furrow of her brow. She relaxes into him eventually, allowing vaughn to fully seat himself. Als legs rest over his own, he grabs her hips to look for that special position that will allow Allie to see stars.

Its all breathless kisses and gentle touches, and it lasts as long as vaughn can stand. Literally fighting himself not to finish before al, but no sooner than he feels that vice like hold of allies body, he nearly goes blind with it. In the aftermath vaughn cleans her up, and cuddles her for as long as she can stand before moving to her side of the bed, “can I hold your hand” said so soft vaughn almost thinks its his own wishful thinking. He holds her hand, firm but gentle.

They stay like that for the rest of the night.

……………………………………………….

“Trust is more important,” Vaughn says, leaving no room for discussion or argument. The boys wisely take the advice given.
“One more question” andy says quietly, Vaughn nods, it's already been a long day and its not even 3pm. “That's what i'm here for, so shoot” one more question and he’s home free, he can already taste a nap coming as well as his reward from allie later that night.

“There is this girl…I really like her” andy looked expectantly at his father as if that statement were a question. “Go on” vaughn prompted “i really, really, really like her” andy almost seemed ashamed, Which confused vaughn until it clicked….oh…the silence was heavy, venice looked between his father and older brother, as some sort of understanding passed between them

“Yeah…that runs in the family, well…my side at any rate” Vaughn looked sheepish. “what can I say when we love, we love hard” this doesn't seem to soothe the older boy one bit.”Look Andy, it's good that you noticed before things got out of hand, it's mature of you, way more mature than I was at your age.”

“Its only happened to me twice, the first time I went cold turkey, it wasn't easy, I know you want to see her, be around her, at any cost, you feel like if you just had a piece of her you would be satisfied but its never enough” venice looked lost barely able to follow along. Still looking between the two men having what was obviously a very serious conversation.

“You're too young, so I recommend you go to that camp we talked about this summer, put some distance between you, and if you still feel the same after the summer, you can stay with grandpa buck” venice’s eyes nearly doubled, whatever this is, its big enough that their considering kicking andy out! “ Wait, wait, dad aren't you being a bit hasty” Venice finally inserted himself into the matter. Both men turned to look at him as if he were some poor naive child, it felt as if being on the outside of a shared joke.

“When it happens to you, and it will, I want you to know, I understand” and that's all vaughn said on the matter concerning the younger child.

“ ill say this, you come by it honestly, I don't know why the men in our family act so crazy when we find something or someone we love, we just do. My dad ran across communist china because he saw my mom,once, on an old smuggled in vhs tape. When we want something it consumes us completely”

Andy remained quiet as if trying to soak up some forbidden knowledge.

“T-that kinda sounds romantic” venice says,trying to find logic in the conversation.”oh yeah, it sounds that way until you think about the logistics, he hunted her down from halfway across the world, learned her language and studied her before love bombing her into submission” venice wanted to laugh but his fathers face…was dead serious.

“Dad…who was the second” andy finally spoke, meeting his father gaze unflinchingly

“Andy, what did I tell you about asking questions you already know the answer to?”

venice watched the smirk cross his fathers features, and hoped he’d never know exactly what these two were talking about.

Chapter Text

The tantalizing smell of herbs, and cooked meat broke his concentration, looking at the clock mounted on the wall, Vaughn nearly gasped at the hour. Had he really been working for that long?....uninterrupted?

Now that he was paying attention, He couldn't hear the loud yells of his youngest son, losing at his computer game, or his daughter angrily telling him to ‘shut the fuck up’. Just the smell of something rich, and enticing; paired with peace and quiet.

Something must have gone terribly wrong.

Organizing his papers, and clearing his desk, Vaugn decided that 4 hours was more than enough time spent on something that stupid,He was fucking starving, stretching his back, and felling a few reliving pops; getting old sucked. The black haired man went to investigate what his beautiful wife was cooking, and maybe…just maybe..cheack on his children.

Standing in their kitchen was a vision in red, swaying slowly to the music she hummed to herself as she stirred a mystery concoction. The apron was a nice touch. Not many people knew, but Vaughn always had something of a “housewife” kink. He wasn't proud of it or anything, he’s no misogynist (anymore) and it’s nice to be catered too, and fucking his wife in only an apron didn't seem like such a big ask to him. So Al being who she was, purposefully never wore it while he was home.

This shockingly wasn't done out of any vindictiveness or repulsion, at least not the kind one would think.

Vaugn was a long out of the closet bi sexual, and hypersexual to boot; college was very interesting; point being, his wife was the complete polar opposite, an acesexual with almost no libido, so….concessions had to be made early on.

His sex life was on a schedule

Vaughn would sooner walk ass naked into traffic than admit that to anyone else. Al didn't mind sex, as long as she knew when, and where. Something about ‘mental preparation.

Needless to say, despite the twitch in his dick, it wasn't 9:30 yet, and the kids weren't asleep as far as he knew.

Vaughn lightly snuck up behind his wife, just as he was about to pounce “ darling are you done working, just in time too” Al chirped, setting the lid back on the pot as she started chopping vegetables.

Vaughn deflated, but consoled himself by wrapping his arms around his wife's waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Following her body as she continued to sway as if he wasn't even there, Vaughn can't help the smile he hides in her neck. Vaughn takes a moment to just be close to her. He feels like he hasn’t seen her in forever, even though it's only been a few hours.

Vaughn is always starved for her Al’s attention.

“ Honey, where are our children?” Vaughn kind of didn't want to ask, quiet children never led anywhere good, the last time they were this quiet, Venice eyebrows were shaved off because velvet thought it was ‘a look’.

“They actually all decided to go see one of those wretched movies, and eat pizza, as if those greasy things could compete with a homemade meal…their loss I suppose” Al pointed her nose in the air as if the very idea that teenagers would prefer pizza over her cooking was the most absurd thing since pigs could fly. “ that’s good, I was worried something had happened, but since our anniversary, they've been a lot closer” He was genuinely glad everyone seemed to be getting along, and judging by the silence and no crying toddler the must have let their little brother come along.

An idea suddenly struck him, freezing the smile on his face. Vaughn was now alone with his wife, no children for hours, and even if they did come home they'd likely go straight to their rooms, all of al’s attention was currently his. His smile grew wicked.

Vaughn loved his children..just..sometimes he was a bit jealous of how much time they got from Al.

He’s working on that in therapy.

Since the kids were away, daddy could play, Vaughn leaned his face more into his wife's neck and fluffy hair. “S-stop, tha-” his grip firmed on her waist, hugging her from behind, no longer gently swaying, he laughed, tickling her more “Vaughn im holding a knife!”.

Not dismayed in the least, he peppered his wife in kisses and love bites, Al wisely put down the knife and braced herself at the counter while trying to remove her husband from her person, and failing at trying not to laugh. Vaughn knows this isn't going to go anywhere, it's nowhere near 9:30.

He just missed this. Getting to flirt and play with Al, without one of his children calling them gross. Again, Vaughn loves them, but they're one hell of a mood killer. “Vaughn!” the clipped tone means business, so he stops and turns her around in his arms. He takes a moment to just look at her, Vaughn knows what he must look like, love struck and stupid, he isnt ashamed of that anymore.

Growth
Al stares at him annoyed, but still smiling, she smiles a lot for someone with her personality.
Her big doe eyes can't sell the venom they carry, Vaughn leans in for a kiss “no bad vox” Al blocks him with her hand to his forehead. Vaughn can feel his face redden. Any attention is good attention. “Why don’t you be a good boy for me and set the table, I’m feeling magnanimous, we can start our….nightly activities, a bit early” her smile was coy.

What did Vaughn do to deserve this, felt like Christmas had come early. Even though he would have gotten laid that night either way. “ Yes, dear” tone sweet, and finally being allowed a kiss even that peck on her cheek was something indulgent.

In moments like these Vaughn remembers that before everything, he was,and still is her biggest fan.

Their dinner was relaxing and an amazing way to unwind after a work day. Despite working from home that week, it still felt good to be done for the day. Their banter flowed endlessly; so much so that vox forgot about the promised ‘reward’ at the end of the night, he missed just talking to her.
Some days, they are so caught up with life, all they really end up talking about is work, their children, or their jobs. Right now they were discussing a newer show from one of Vaughn's competing networks, ripping it to shreds from the casting to the lazy storytelling. “C’mon who starts a story with a ‘flashback’ a flashback to what, it just started” Al laughs so prettily he takes a moment, and just smiles at her. The best part, she's smiling back.

In the beginning, back when they were both trying so hard to stay friends, to not ruin a good thing, stares that obviously would have to be hidden, subjects changed, eyes cast nervously away, a moment like this played off as a simple lull in conversation. Vaughn reaches for Al’s hand,their fingers interlocking.

“ I do believe its time for dessert” Al rises from her seat, taking Vaughn's hand again and leading him to the bedroom, leaving a mess future Al will scold him for, even though this seems to be her idea, but Vaughn won't complain.

Vaughn has had sex, many, many, many times in his life, and they were great, fantastic even, but sex with Al has always been different. Where he would have led with confidence and swagger, now he always feels butterflies in his stomach…as gross and “girly pop” as it is to admit, he doesn't think of it as sex with al…it’s making love. Vaughn will never admit that to anyone, not even Al herself, he’s embarrassed just thinking it. What else could it be, they do this 3 times a day and it still feels like some sort of miracle.

When he told Al what his love language was, he expected to be called a ‘lying pervert’. It wouldn't be the first time someone called bullshit, and for Al he was willing to take it on the chin.
She didn't do that, at all. Al wasn't completely comfortable with physical affection, certainly not in public, but at home she wouldn't mind some allowances.

When it came to sex, she wasn't as passionate about it…but she didn't hate it either. To al it was more or less like a very strenuous exercise, and if "exercising" three times a day with Vaughn is what he needed to feel loved, it was no skin off her nose.

“What are you thinking about vox, you're unusually quiet, usually you're quite chatty at this point” Al tilted her head questioningly, cute.

“ Is it too late for me to tell you how pretty you are, how lovely you sound, and how smart you are” Al preens at the praise, for a woman who says she has no sexual preference, she eats up praise like a cannibal. “ oh well…do tell” Vaughn smiles gently, and continues singing his radio hosts praise, as he slowly takes off her stockings and panties, leaving her bare under her dress. Al greedily accepts the praise, loving being the center of attention; being fawned over.

She may not have liked being a star on that stage so long ago, but she never disliked the attention.

Vaughn caresses his wife's chest, playing with her nipples over her apron as he gently lays her down on their bed. What did he do to deserve the apron staying on? He’s hard in his slacks, a noticeable bulge that Al shyly looks away from, he’s not the only one who still feels nervous excitement when they share a bed.

Vaughn gingerly hikes the red heads skirt up, he really doesn't want her to take off that prized symbol of matrimony, paired with a fuller chest, her body changed irrevocably because of him; fuck, hes so hard he could fuck through concrete.

The belt he struggles with is embarrassingly loud in the quiet house, his breathing fast despite no real effort. Al's small but knowing smile as she parts her legs for him; fucking whore knows what she's doing to him. Teasing him like this,subtly pointing out his excitement like he’s the only one into this!

Al wants to play that game, fine.

Vaughn admires Al’s naked crotch, her pussy is almost as pretty as her face. The blue eyed man,face plants into her sex, messy and greedy, he must have been a bit too sudden as she twitches when his tongue dances on her clit. Vaughn could do this all day, lazily writing his name in her pussy, holding her hips down so he could have his way with her.

Her wails do nothing but excite him, when her hands tangle into the black silk of his hair, trying to guide his face in the most pleasurable way. long brown legs caging him in, he loosens his grip on her hips; instead hiking his wife's legs over his shoulders. Its truly a small miracle that all the kids were gone because if they were here they'd think Vaughn was murdering their mother, with how she screamed. Nearly bending Al in half usually ended with her telling him to stop, as she was ‘too old to bend that way’ before she could cough a complaint Vaughn adjusted them again, Dragging the woman by her hips, further down the bed for better access, giving her one last long indulgent lick before turning her over. Quickly lifting her dress to her waist, and dragging her to her knees. Getting the hint, Al wantonly arched her back and assumed “the position” all with very little prompting from her husband. Fuck him if he didnt just fall for her a little more.

She knew just how he liked it.

The first push in was slow,sweet, and deep, Vaughn is suddenly struck grateful that he had al’s face in the mattress, she’d only laugh at the faces he must be making. He wants to cum, he wants it to last forever, He should have rubbed the “easy one” out before he started this!

Apparently he was too still inside her for too long, Al doesn't like devoting too much time to ‘this’ most nights, she pushes back into him, knocking the wind out of him for a bit, but she's right this time to rush a bit, the kids could come back home at any minute. He can't waste this opportunity, it might literally never ‘cum’again outside of 11:30pm. He hates having to fuck slow, and muffle his and al’s voice. If this is all he gets outside of anniversary fucks in fancy hotels, then he damn well will make the most out of it.

Vaugn starts an easy pace, to make sure Al’s body is responding to him, so she's ready when he grabs her by the apron bow, and pins her down into that beautiful arch, the bed is sturdy, they'd learned over the years to pay for quality or else explain why they have to buy the second bed frame that year. Vaughn grabs those loose curls hoisting her head up so he can hear those adorable whimpers and moans from those pretty lips. The juxtapose of her lower lips making obscene smacking and squelching makes him pound harder

The only problem is Vaughn’s mouth feels lonely.

The black haired man pulls out with her gushing wetness as accompaniment. Roughly turning her back over and seeing that fucking apron still on!, Al smiles coyly on her back, and opens her legs again slowly this time, so Vaugn can thoroughly admire the mess he’s made of her.

That’s when all rational thought finally leaves the building. He kisses her like he’s trying to eat her, and fucks her like he wants to meld their bodies into one.

Maybe he does.

………………………………..

After all that Vaughn lays passed out looking all the world like a murder chalk outline, Al tries to keep her laugh down, Vaughn had been working so hard all week, he deserved a little treat.she put on her nightgown,After brushing and combing her hair placed on her silk bonnet. She settles down again, cuddling up to her sprawled out husband hoping to soak up his warth, the man ran hot like a furnace, its funny

….she wonders if Vaughn ever figured out his plan, bribing the kids, wearing his favorite outfit, and cooking his favorite meal all while suddenly getting ‘desert’ early. No one on earth is that lucky.

Her husband was so easy, she probably could have gotten away with just telling him to drop his drawls and meet her in their room.The red head takes a moment to give him a quick kiss on his slack face, earning a gentle smile as he slept….he was worth it.

Chapter Text

Bun In The Oven

“Congradulations Ms. Devoe, you're three weeks along” The nurse looked expectantly toward the red head. Said young woman hasn't blinked in an uncomfortably long time.

“Fuck”

The street and the accompanying buildings stood grey in perfect alignment with an equally grey sky, it wasn't long ago that Al had hoped for a brighter day, the person who’d wished for something like that felt a million miles away. Now it feels appropriate.What the hell is she going to do, Yeah she technically should be happy, or at least not as frenzied as she felt.

On some level its obvious that vaughn would be over the moon.The real issue is what obviously would happen next, that box, that damn box that vaughn thought he was being oh so clever in hiding from her. The very same box he’d kept in his pocket after the first time she said no to it, and everything that came with it. The red head thinks she loves vox, but how would she know, she’d never been in love before, what if this was some passing fancy, what if vox was just playing with her. Yes he proposed multiple times, but who knows, a long con couldn't be out of the question.

She remembered her own parents' marriage, shuddering at the memory. Her mother was a good woman, a domestic goddess if there ever was. That kind of thing is fine if its what the woman wants, but the radio host had a very hard time placing herself in the same role, and now with child!

A wife and mother so soon!..at the same time!

It’s not like she never entertained the thought about it. Late nights lying in bed wondering if their baby would have jet black hair like its father,red-brown like its mother or perhaps auburn to split the difference. Idle sentimental musings after coupling, but the imagination is starkly different from the reality the doctor laid before her

How did this even happen! She was always so careful.

Oh…right,,,If she had to think of a night where she was less than careful…it had certainly been that one.

………………………………………..

“Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)
Whether they like or not (Not)

I wanna show you off (Off)
I wanna show you off (Off)
I wanna brag about it (Yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

I wanna show you off (Off)
I wanna show you off (Off”

Her blood felt electric but at the same time so sensual, The red head usually doesn't see herself in a sexual light. Not prudish in the least but the thought never occurs normally. These are not normal circumstances, the last coherent thought she had was her partner wanting to celebrate a promotion, to what, or why, she no longer knew, but the end result was a long night of bar hopping. Alice was discovering a new level of drunkenness she hadn't experienced before.
She never felt so….pretty..swaying her hips to the beat of the latest pop song like an amateur stripper.

She was burning up.

Literally

Taking off her stylish jacket in the sexiest way she could muster, accompanied by wolf whistles,and appreciative yelling

It was still sweltering, her hands had barely fumbled with the buttons on her chest before someone had swung her into their arms, when she had closed her eyes? She felt a familiar broad chest at her back

“Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy”

“Oh no, none of that, that's for my eyes only” this was supposed to sound reprimanding, but lost its edge when the speaker couldn't stop laughing, forcing amber eyes open to meet electric blue staring right back at her. The stupid smile that sat across his face was contagious. Barley noticing the stark height difference now that her high heels had long since disappeared, ah but these were concerns for sober alice.

“Hey baby, when did you get here?” his giggles were so adorable…what a gross thought, she wanted to summon annoyance at her behaviour but was failing spectacularly. “Been here the whole time Baby “ the black haired man’s voice was so smooth and deep, a voice fit for radio. She felt her knees weaken a bit but still being held secure in the now T.V producer’s arms. He literally was holding her up with 0 effort or strain…why was that so impressive. Everything about this man was amazing, she just had to let him know. There was no way he could go a second longer without knowing. Like a caveman that discover fire she wanted to tell everyone in this room of how amazing this man was.

“Y--oure amazin” it took effort to meet vaughns eyes..yes the amazing man is vaughn..and such a wonderful concept made a reemergence…she could kiss this man if she wants too!

That's right, he’s hers! Before she could tell this man of such wonderful news,that they can kiss, he had already spun her around and dipped her like one of the heroines from the silver age of cinema, and kissed her like a sailor just come back from war.

“Hope you can handle the heat
Put your name in the streets
Get used to my fans looking at you
Fuck what they heard, I don't fuck with them birds
I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth
Boys be mad that I don't fuck incels
Girls hate too
Gun to their pigtail, I love you
I want a big chill, boy, don't trip
I'll split a big bill

Take you 'round the world
They don't have to understand
Rub it in their face
Put a rock on her hand”

“Fuck” is about all that the red head can say before being bridal carried out of the pub accompanied by whoops clapping and wolf whistling, a sober alice would fight this tooth and nail, who does he think he is to just grab her like wayward luggage, but for now as shes being carried into the back of a taxie, she find it in herself to be in a forgiving mood.

“kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you

Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy

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They both collapsed on the softest bed that money could buy, the room spun, The radio host was exhausted, but still….Alice turned her head toward her partner, her body following suit as she rested her body on her side head in hand, she found herself admiring him once again. Perhaps he sensed her attention, opening one dazzling eye to see what his girl was up too..she was never this quiet, even when drunk.

No words passed between the two, The carnal hunger she felt no longer shocked her as it had when she had first realised her feelings for vaughn were less than platonic. What once caused her anxiety and uncertainty, well, there was no such uncertainty now, Vaughn had saw to that.
So there was no hesitation when she straddled his waist and pilfered his mouth like she had always been good at it.

Those big hands exploring her hair and tightening at her waist, He was shifting her until she was sat atop the place he wanted her most, apparently not drunk enough for whisky dick, this hadnt been her plan.

But waste not want not as they say

…………………………………

“Oh…yeah” she couldn't even blame vaughn for that..it had been all her. A very selfish part of her wanted to wait around a bit, after all, not all pregnancies even make it past the first term, there may be nothing to tell, She discarded that thought for the cowardly act it was.

Vaughn didn’t deserve that

Who knows, maybe she's overreacting, he must be tired of proposing to her by now, she needs to give Vaughn more credit, he wouldn't dare, not after that last horrendous stunt.

………………………………………..
He would…he would absolutely dare

“Now before you say anything Al, things are different now!” he whined, lord he was already on his knees before she could complete the sentence, did he perhaps like it down there !?

Of course he did!

“They are not, I was ljust etting you know, I wasn't expecting…all this” she gestured at her boyfriend, still on his knees ring box open and pointed at her like a weapon."Let's not lie, I think we've known each other long enough to know you knew I would absolutely do this; I never miss an opportunity "Vaughn said, almost bored.

“This is not an opportunity for you, this could spell the end of us” She was getting irritated with him, didn't he see what this meant, how this would fundamentally change the both of them, his unflinching demeanor mocked her hesitance.Wouldn't men like him usually go running to the hills at the first sign of so much as a missed period from his lover.

“Why arent you…why arent you making excuses; why arent you running?” the question wasn't as malicious as she meant it, it was genuine. She did love vox, maybe in a strange and unexplainable way, but she just couldn't believe; no matter how much he said he loved her,she had always been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

For his act to reach curtains, he’d been an actor,and she’d known about his sordid past with love affairs, so she wanted to play along.

Be unaffected, not clingy.

She remembers how valentina reacted when he called off whatever tawdry affair they had going on. Screaming, crying and several broken antiques completed the picture of the scorned lover. The radio host figured when her time as ‘flavor of the month passed, she hoped to take it with more grace.

Months passed, then years, but she never let her guard down.

Vaughn was never serious about anyone, she couldn't remember any of his flings lasting this long, but all that meant to her was that they were due. Now with a baby, she has effectively trapped the poor man.

So much for bowing out in style.

“ why would I run from everything I've ever wanted?” He looked up at her like that was the most obvious thing in the world and maybe it was. Taking a chance on this mans fickle heart would be a risk.
“Will you marry me?” the black haired man asked…for the third time.

What choice did she have now, if he dumps her later,she wont be so demure as she planned, hell fire, and possibly armed manslaughter was a promise.

She’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it

“Ok….don’t make me regret this” she said with resignation, eyes down cast and unsure, she finally met his eyes only to be tackled to the ground.