ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳.

‍ 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ, ‍ ‍𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑣͟𝑖͟𝑠͟𝑖͟𝑏͟𝑙͟𝑒͟.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

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⠀𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛, 𝑖'𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY I must have read it wrong, I recall it referring to you as the most desired.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY (Scoffing lightly. Offering her hand out for him to take.) That’s quite the claim. You have a type for brunettes, the newspapers say.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY (Freshly washed it was even softer than usual, curling into his fingers like she does when he touches her.) The prettiest? (Not often searching for compliments, today she was.)

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY — waited for her lips to open, which they did. Plump around thick fingers, her bottom lip dragging velvet. Tongue lapping at the taste he’d been fearing upon only a moment ago. Humming in approval before pulling away with a pop.

“You’re greedy, Tommy.” Declared with a smirk.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY Her vision hazed with the sheer pleasure of it all, stars dotted the sky a blur. But Tommy’s voice rang clear and low, drawing her attention right to him when praised. Then, to the glistening fingers awaiting her lips.

Dark hazel eyes watched the digits, how they eagerly—

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY (No way to resist, especially not when his cleanly shaven face brushed against hers, she meted into to kiss, even chasing him to linger there.) Lucky woman.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY (Rolling her eyes at the former, sipping more on chamomile tea. That was until he stepped before her, eyes lifting up to his. Eyes narrowing, playfully.) I’m afraid you’re in this for life.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY (Snapping her head to him, as if believing he’s being serious. Then, trying to act nonchalant by sipping her tea.) Enjoy her. When can I expect you home?

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY (Watching over her shoulder, shooting an eyebrow.) Is there a brunette female out there waiting for you?

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY Ah. (Leaning her head back at the revelation.) So, it wasn’t that your sex appeal increased, it’s my whisky deprivation.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY ‘Like’ isn’t a strong enough word. Is that a new whiskey or a new cologne I can smell?

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY Your legs are the least of my concerns right now. Is that a new suit? And a fresh hair cut?

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

“You can’t sit there looking like that, it isn’t fair.”

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY — her thighs. Pulsing and gushing around his fingers until there was nothing left but a spent Brit, chest heaving for oxygen.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY — beginning to appear, not that she noticed for her eyes were shut and mouth open with the sweetest moans lifting from her chest.

Pressure building, muscles coiling — especially the ones within her core. Peggy finally found bless with the head of dark, silvering hair between—

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

Yes.

[‍‍ ‍ ‍‍‍ ⌗ CAMPBELL ⏜ 𝓫lack ‍ @rutshirehonor]

can we put tony in a corner like an insolent child and call it a day

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY — Hips tilting, giving more of herself to him. His nose bumping the right places. Oh~ his fingers too now they pushed through the slickness of her.

“You’ll make me cum.” She warned, quieter, just in case there was somebody listening in. If they dared too around Tommy.

[ྂ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˌ ‍﹔ ‍ ‍ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳. @codebreakcarter]

@THEFALLENSHELBY The addition of fingers had her believing he’d delve them within her, however he spread her to focus on her clit which drew a gasp from her. Gripping the closet thing she could, the side of the table their plates and glasses sat upon.

“Tommy~” The name a dance over tongue.—