[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b our story starts out in [#990000 seattle]]
[tab] [tab] [tab][tab] [b [#990000 he]] is the lead of the department, a man many find to be cold
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab][tab] as his assistant [b [#990000 it's her]] responsibility to keep up with every aspect of his life
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [b [#990000 but she gets]] distracted by the love letters she finds stashed in her desk from the previous secretary
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] curious about the romantic story [b [#990000 that sadly]], came to an end
[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] hoping that maybe [b [#990000 that romeo]] is still looking for his juliet
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[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •so] okay if not obvious the boss is the one who wrote the letters and hes coldhearted cause he was scorned;
[center [tab] [tab] [b [#990000 my idea]] is this will kind of be like a pen-pal story?
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •do expect romance] im sorry ;-; ya girl always down for a lil' love
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 •mature themes including:[b violence, cursing, intimacy - timeskipped but briefly explained in writing depending on comfort]
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •doesn’t matter] how much you write, just give me [i something] to work with and please don’t write more than you have to
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •don’t copy my posts.] please push the story forward, world build if you can; I understand writer's block but it’s harder for me to construct a post if you literally just rewrote my post and added one piece of dialogue. this story is supposed to flesh out our character's lives and bring realism to their falling in love
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 •[b this is important]: I need someone who takes no longer than 3 days to post. the main reason im making these rps is because i need a distraction. it gets boring not having someone consistent to write with
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •communicate;] I work full time so i understand having a life and being busy. you don’t have to message me every day, but if I don’t hear from you for a week im just deleting the thread. there's no need to force a story
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Lia remembered too well what their time last in the lake. How they had teased and taunted one another, trying to get the other to break. Back then it had been a fun game where they had both been trying to convince themselves it was only for a weekend. Though, looking back on it, they had known that it wasn't just that. Now look at them. Engaged and happy. Enjoying every moment they could together and even times when they argued seemed to bring them closer, at least after the fact.
Lia chuckled at his words, though blushed slightly. "We might have. Though considering that there is no one for miles, not sure how public that was," she Pointe out with a grin, "Oh, and what places are those?" She looked to him curiously. The water was cold, but it also felt good. When Connor drew her close, she kissed him back happily, holding on to him. It certainly did feel like a dream.
An oncoming storm cut their swim short as they got out to get ahead of the storm. Once they had showered, Lia made sure that everything was back in place and they hadn't forgot anything while Connor packed the car. With the final check done she walked over to him. "I think that's everything. Place is clean and I can't find anything we might have missed," she told him and pecked his cheek.
Just then the first raindrop landed on her head. "And not a moment too soon, it would seem," she said, looking up at the oncoming black clouds, "Let's get out of here." They had only just started driving when fat raindrops landed on the windshield. She furrowed her brow a little worried. "Let's hope it doesn't get too bad. I wouldn't want to drive in an all out storm," Lia told Connor, moving to rest her hand on his leg. If push came to shove, it might be best to stop the car for a bit to not get into an accident.
Connor swam to meet Lia halfway. There was something about her jumping that filled him with such joy, knowing that she was allowing herself to trust and be vulnerable with him. Every moment they shared together even after times of arguing had shown how much they were willing to open themselves up to one another. He brushed his hand against her cheek, kissing her back.
“Well I’d offer to warm you up, but I think we’ve definitely crossed the public love making off our list,” he teased. ‘Though there are other places we can make memories at.” Connor swam a little. The water was cold but it felt good to him maybe it was just the overwhelming joy he had that helped with getting over thinking about how the water felt. His eyes soon landed back on Lia and he thought about their last time being at the lake.
Back then it had been all games, he had told himself that they were just having fun and yet when they connected, he knew he loved her and it had become clear to him how much he wanted to be with her. As they made love before the fire place, each kiss, each push of connecting with her only further proved that not giving up on his feeling for Lia had been the right decision.
He reached out for her, drawing her in close and kissing her again. Sometimes this all felt like a dream and yet he had to admit that he had actually lucked out and he refused to let Jordan ruin that.
Eventually it did get a bit colder and dark clouds signaled the possibility of rain to which he suggested they get out and maybe get an early start on the road back home. After showering and packing up, Connor had moved to par the car. He figured they’d have some rest days before ringing his parents and setting up a dinner for their surprise reveal.
An outdoor wedding sounded like a dream. Simple, but meaningful. Lia imagined it would be best to just invite their closest friends and family, make it intimate. Though how would that be with the people from her old life? She had reached out to them, but it was an odd relationship about it, her suddenly just disappearing on them. Of course, she hadn't wanted to, but she felt like some people thought she had exaggerated or could have handled it differently.
Lia pushed the thoughts out of her head for now as they walked downstairs and outback. This was a joyous weekend and she wanted to enjoy it with Connor. Reality would come crashing back soon enough. Lia had to chuckle when Connor said it was tradition. "Well, then who can argue with that," she mused as she followed him to the rope. She too remembered how they had come here the first time and had a great, but also terrible time. This weekend again had lows, but big highs as well and that was amazing to her. That they bounced back from them so well. Though they could hardly get engaged every single time something went wrong.
Kissing him back, Lia smiled and soon watched Connor swing into the water. God, even if it was likely warmer than last time, it still looked freezing. Though she couldn't help admiring Connor as he swung and then was in the lake, smiling softly. She loved him so much. Once the rope was free and she had gotten it back it was her turn to take a running start and to jump into the water. It was pretty cold and she came up for air, pushing her hair out of her face. "It's still cold," she laughed, swimming over to give him a kiss. Though she couldn't resist splashing some water at him with a laugh. Lia swam a few strokes before turning to float on her back and look at the sky. "It's so peaceful here. It's perfect," she whispered happily. Right now was amazing. With a smile she looked over to Connor.
An outdoor wedding. It was something he could see them doing, very much a symbol of their relationship and how they seemed to complement one another with their differences. The idea of opposites attract was very clear and yet there were plenty of similarities between the two he found as he thought about the letters they had unknowingly shared with one another. It was still shocking to him to think about how Lia had been Juliet this whole time. How had he not noticed? Especially when the letters stopped. Though he figured maybe he was letting his past control too much of his future and he decided to focus on the present instead. With breakfast all finished, the two cleaned up and eventually headed upstairs. Connor changed into a pair of swim trunks, a smile crossing his face as he thought it funny that they had only spent a short amount of time in the bedroom since arriving.
Soon they were heading downstairs and out the backdoor. This was just starting to come to its peak which meant the water wasn’t going to be as cold at least.
‘Well of course, it’s something of our tradition,” he said with a chuckle as they walked toward the rope. Of course it brought back memories to when they first came to the lake house with his parents. He’d known he liked Lia then, he was dedicated to making her his and yet now to think they would be getting married was still shocking. And the sight of the ring not on her finger made him feel strange.
He reached the hill then, kissing Lia and grinning. He was crazy in love with her. He soon wrapped the rope in his hands, fingers tight and with a bit of a running start eventually launched, plopping down into the water. He came up for air, laughing as he couldn’t contain this overflow of pure joy as he stared up at the woman he loved.
Had she thought that she would be doing this again? Again after Jordan. Lia could remember all too well how she had been excited, but wiry of the proposal. How she had been excited, but something even back then had been at odds then. She remembered how even during the preparations Jordan had tried to push his will onto her. That wouldn't happen this time. Lia knew that as she looked at Connor. He would do anything to make her happy and she was excited, completely excited and happy this time around.
"You're going to do bankrupt, if you always get me a dress from Valentin," she teased lightly, accepting his kisses. Somehow this weekend had gone from terrible to amazing and she was so thankful for that. Happily she leaned her head against his shoulder.
Maybe her question had been insensitive. Lia knew about Lucy and obviously he had imagined some sort of future with her otherwise he wouldn't have proposed to her. She had always been tempted to ask about it more, but then it didn't seem to be her place and all she could hope was that Connor didn't lead her on. "Makes sense," she agreed before grinning, "You mean simple and elegant? Yeah, I know." What would be a nice wedding for them? Lia tried to imagine it. "Maybe something outside? Only close family and friends?" she suggested, but they still had plenty of time to figure that out. It wasn't like they Werte expected to marry within two months or something.
Breakfast was delicious and Lia sat back contently. "A swim sounds wonderful," she agree with a nod. Maybe it would stop them from having their hands on one another for more than a minute. Once they had cleared the dishes, Lia went upstairs to change into her bikini, looking over to Connor as he changed. "Let me guess. We go in via the rope again?" she asked with a smile. That always gave her the shock of her life, but it was fun. Lia hook her arm with his and happily followed him downstairs to go to the lake. Naturally, she had taken off the ring to make sure she didn't lose it accidentally.
Of course with their relationship coming to a serious point there were things that they would have to do with one another. Connor knew this was an important step in their relationship and he had to be there for Lia as much as possible. He wondered if Lia ever dreamed of a day like this? He had always considered getting married but there was that idea of “where to start?’ All he could do is make her happy and give her exactly what she wanted to make the day better. That came with one of the most important things which of course is a wedding dress and he could tell that Lia was excited.
“Of course, I’m serious,” he said to her with a chuckle, happily accepting Lia’s kisses. He kissed her in return, his hands gripping her face gently. He soon took a seat next to her at the table. They both were infectiously happy and Connor felt proud in himself that he was able to reel this weekend back into a moment of pleasure. Though of course he understood that there wouldn’t always eb good or smooth days, their argument had taught them that. They would have fights in the future, ones where maybe they wouldn’t want to speak with another. Though he just hoped that through it all their love would always bring them back to one another.
“I haven’t actually,” he told Lia. "I guess after a while I kind of figured it wasn’t going to happen, why spend time thinking about it.” Yes, he did have moments of thinking about Lucy and what she was up to. How close he had come to marrying her was of course something he couldn’t forget, especially while planning this proposal to Lia. “That’s all changed though,” he said as he reached over to take her hand. “You know what I like of course,” he joked simple and elegant.He had finished breakfast then, full and hunger completely sated. “Maybe we should go for a swim?” He suggested, knowing if they stayed indoors they would find themselves wrapped right back up in each other’s arms.
The next morning after getting engaged was still a little surreal. You were wearing the ring and you had definitely said yes to the proposal, but it still seemed like a dream. That was until you looked down at your finger to see the most stunning ring in existence. Then came the thought of what kind of wedding would they have. They had never really talked about what they imagined or wanted.
Smiling up at Connor, she kissed him back. "Indeed we are. Neither of us will mind planning something like that again. Though I think I prefer planning with you when it comes to our engagement and wedding," she teased lightly. Still, she remembered the gala fondly and every time she saw that dream of a dress she had worn, she couldn't help remembering it.
Moving over to the table, Lia chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I think everyone at the restaurant would be thankful if they didn't hear your mom scream. Besides, what do we have such a nice dinning area for now?" she asked with a smile. Still, she was happy that his mom liked her and even more so that she was sure that her own parents would be thrilled. Maybe she should call them before they visited for Thanksgiving. It was still such a long time and it seemed unfair to wait until then to tell them. Lia looked to Connor with big eyes when he mentioned a custom dress. "You aren't serious, are you? You want Valentin to design a dress for me?" Lia asked, completely overwhelmed. She remembered the wedding dresses that she had seen in his store. They were beyond words. Still, Lia knew that Connor was serious. "Thank you," she whispered, completely stunned and couldn't stop herself from kissing him. How could she not feel like the most beautiful woman in a dress from Valentin?
Once Connor sat down beside her, she smiled, happily taking a bite. "These are delicious," she said before nodding, "Sounds good. What do you want to do until then? Relax, hike, swim? Something else?" There were so many things to do and she was happy with anything as long as they did it together. Still, she couldn't help thinking of their wedding. How could she not? Naturally, she wanted it to be just as wonderful as it would be for him. "Have you ever thought about how you would want your wedding to be like?" Lia asked curiously, looking to him as she took another bite of waffle.
“Waffles it is,” Connor said as he started to grab the ingredients needed. He smiled when he saw Lia enter the kitchen wearing his shirt, her arms wrapped around him in a comforting hug. He looked dover his shoulder to kiss her lips.
“Thomas and you are a good team though.” His gala was well received and many people had commented they had never enjoyed themselves as much. He found it to be the most enjoyable as well, especially in meeting his [I Juliet].
They still had to tell her parents as well, but he figured that could wait when they went to visit them. He knew that at least they would be here for the wedding, considering they had plans to move to Seattle. After finishing up breakfast he carried it over to the tables, placing them on the plates Lia had got from the cabinets. “A dinner sounds good. Maybe we can stick at home, I don’t know if I can handle my mother screaming in a restaurant.” He said with a chuckle. “We can also get you set up with my good man and finally get you that custom dress,” he teased. Of course at that time he had already knew he would want to marry Lia and when he brought up the custom dress it was not a slipup by any means.
Connor took a seat at the table then. There was going to be a lot of planning needed and with him working he wanted to be there for Lia as much as he could. He also wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams. He himself was switching between happy and freaking out every time his eyes looked down to the ring on her finger and yet when he met her eyes all he could do was drown in a sense of pure joy.
“We can leave around this afternoon” he suggested.
Lia enjoyed this moment of peace as she admired her fiance. That still seemed like a dream, but according to the ring on her finger, very much true. The first sign that Connor was waking up was his arms moving to wrap around her more. "I think you were very much asleep a moment ago," she mused back lightly. Watching his beautiful fiery eyes fix their gaze upon her, Lia smiled before she kissed him back.
It was clear that Connor seemed to already be thinking a mile a minute for the fact that he had just woken up, but she let him think while she cuddled against him, enjoying the moment of peace. "Breakfast sounds fantastic," she agreed, licking her lips. She was hungry, but that was no wonder with how active they had been. She allowed Connor up before resting back against the pillows, watching with a content smile as he got coffee started and began with breakfast. "I think it's a waffles day," she mused as she decided to no longer be lazy and slowly for up, collecting the blankets and pillows to put them away. The fire was out so that once they cleared the floor, there should be no evidence left of their impromptu sleepover. Well, their clothes were still everywhere. Slipping one some panties, she put on his shirt to cover her bare body.
With a chuckle Lia walked over to Connor, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "I think we have to. If we don't do it, Thomas will see himself forced to organize one for us," she pointed out amused. She wouldn't put it past her friend who she knew would be ecstatic. Resting her head against Connor's back, she inhaled the familiar scent. Then she moved to grab the plates so that they could eat their waffles soon. "Maybe we could have dinner with your parents tomorrow evening. I'm sure they would be so happy," she suggested, feeling like it would be best to get it out of the way as soon as possible.
Connor stirred a little, his arms reaching out to wrap around Lia. Her nude frame was warm against his, soft and plush. He cracked a smile. “Just because him not up, doesn’t mean him not awake,” he teased as he yawned a little. He soon opened his eyes to gaze up at her, leaning up to kiss her a little before laying back. The pillows and blanket had been a good choice, but sleeping on the floor had not he realized. They would be driving back soon, maybe near the afternoon and heading back to their home, to their lives. Though things were different, they were together as an engaged couple. He couldn’t wait to break the news to his mother. Sitting up again, he propped himself on his elbows and looked at Lia. They had to figure out a day she was comfortable with seeing Jordan and get that out of the way. They also had a wedding to plan. It made Connor think then if there were some friends that Lia had to get in touch with. He figured he would have their lawyer reach out to Connor’s not wanting to discuss anything further with the man. He still wanted Lia to enjoy their engagement in its early stages.
“Breakfast sounds good?” He told her with a smile. He kissed Lia’s cheek, coming to a stand finally. He found his shorts to pull on, stretching out the kinks from their romp on the floor He headed into the kitchen to get some coffee started. They’d just enough groceries to carry them without it being a waste for when they planned to leave.
“What are we feeling like? Waffles or pancakes?” He called out. He thought then too about how they would have to get the engagement announcement arty set too. “Did we want to host another party?” He asked, sarcastically of course and in a joking manner that he would prefer not to. Honestly he was in love with heir home and though it was different, he didn’t mind letting others in.
The amount of liquor she had drunk definitely contributed to her being more than eager, but at the same time it was knowing that Connor loved her. He would never hurt her, no matter the state he was in and she loved him that she was more than willing to be this open and vulnerable with him. She was his fiance and she wanted that.
Lia was glad that he allowed her to treat him as well and she definitely tried her hardest to make it feel amazing for him. His reaction definitely made her sure that he had enjoyed it and she was by more than pleased with what she got in return. With both of them more than eager, they made loved throughout the night, sometimes him leading, other times her, reveal layers and more layers of themselves to each other until they were spent and satisfied.
"Connor," she whispered back, happily but tired laying down beside him, her head resting on his chest. Kissing him back, his words brought a weak smile to her lips. "I could ask you the same thing," she mused softly, "I love you too." He was her everything. Her fiance, her rock. She desired him in so many ways. How had she ever considered that anyone would be a match for her beside him? It seemed silly to think at this point, knowing what they had. Curling against Connor, she was happy for the blanket he put over them and was more than willing to allow him to hold her.
Exhausted, she slept soundly, waking up a bit later than normal, but still early enough. Lia gave a soft sound, stirring slightly as her eyes fluttered open. Seeing Connor still beside her asleep and holding on to her, she smiled. Gently, hoping not to wake him she pecked his lips and slowly ran her hand through his hair. "I love you so very much," Lia whispered, trying to move the rest of her body as little as possible. If his body wasn't going to wake him at an ungodly hour, she would let him sleep, enjoying the rare moment that she had to simply admire the man that she loved in peace while allowing him to sleep in. After all, last night had been quite something.
More. He wanted all of her and maybe it was the liquor that had loosened his inhibitions and turned him greedy, but also knowing that Lia had chosen him, had become vulnerable with him had given him the drive he needed. He licked at her lips with each breathy whisper of his name until she cried out. He knew Lia, he knew that she wouldn’t back down. Before him she had blossomed from that shy and withdrawn woman and had freed herself with him. Shy no more he watched as she took hold of him,, slick lips careful and yet her touch a beautiful harshness that he had no complaints about. When desire had seemed to take over he had no control and was not shy about announcing it. Still, there was a determination in him to follow through in his wanting of making love to her and as the night waned on, he gave his all until finally spent. When pleasure made him tremble, he held onto Lia, this time allowing her to lead their dance. He couldn’t even get the words of his love out when his desires spilled into her.
“Lia,” he simply crooned as he laid them down. He watched her, the fire behind her giving her an ethereal glow. “What did I do to deserve you?” Connor said in a breathy whisper, his heartbeat now calming down and his hand reaching to brush back her hair to kiss her. She was special to him, everything he could want and more than he could even dream of. With exhaustion taking over and the late hour he drew her in close, the blanket now draped over them and a hold on her clearly showing he had no intentions of ever letting her go.
“I love you,” he drawled out, exhausted then. Eventually he had fallen asleep. He knew how important I was for him to be the face Lia saw when she woke up and with all they’d been up to, his body didn’t complain nor stir in the early morning like usual. As the sun rose he was still holding her close.
Likely, the alcohol was starting to get to her head just a little, but Lia didn't really care. This night was special and she wanted to enjoy it. Sure, she was buzzed, but by no means drunk. "Look at you, all poetic. That's my Romeo," she mused softly. Though she happily allowed him to draw her close to lap at the spilled wine, which made her more than a little excited. A hand buried itself in his hair, while the other held him close.
They had been rather impatient the first time around, which was unsurprising considering his teasing that morning. Though they were often rather passionate and demanding. Feeling they had once more forgotten about anything else than themselves, Lia took their two glasses and moved them safely out of reach of their antics. No need to explain to his parents what had happened if they broke.
Connor had clearly decided for a slower approach as he began to work on her. Lia bit gently on her lip as her head tilted back. God, that felt amazing, especially on her already sensitive body. Her hands went to touch his body, trying to give him just as much pleasure, but it was hard with how he was touching her. Her body arched towards him wanting and sounds slipped from her lips, a clear calling for him. What was he doing to her? Lia looked to Connor and the look he gave her was obvious. He was challenging her to resist. Though she was far too gone and although she tried to ward it off, she couldn't stop herself as she gave in to him, looking up at him with begging eyes that were soon followed by spoken pleas.
Those he gladly answered and Lia found herself screaming against his lips. Breathing heavily, she kissed him deeply. She was more than ready and he was too, but that didn't mean she couldn't do exactly the same thing to her. Pushing up her body, kissed him, her hands beginning to touch and explore his body. Soon her lips left his, trailing lower down his body to get him to beg for her. Beg for them to be truly united and when he did she would happily oblige, but until then, she would give him all she could, make him feel desired.
“Every day with you is a special day,” he said to her with a smile. He poured them both a glass before they toasted to one another. He took a sip then, watching Lia’s cheeks turn a soft red as the liquid dripped down her chest. He smirked at her.
“Yes, silly you.” Connor said softly before finishing his drink. He leaned into her then, drawing her close to lap at her skin, still salty from their affair before. Could he ever tire of her? Of course not. Lia was his fiancé now and she loved him, she would always stick by him no matter what and while it had been difficult since Jordan’s arrival in their life, things seemed to be looking up for the couple with all; the positive changes that had been made.
Connor knew earlier they had both kind of got ahead of themselves, tearing at each other’s clothes and demanded their hunger from earlier be sated. He thought about how they had been the night in the lake, how he played her like the finely tuned instrument she was, wanting her to never doubt just what he could do to her and more. His tongue was gentle as it wrapped against her skin, flicking at the taut sphere on her chest as his fingers grazed against her softness. Slowly they moved, his thumb flat and rotating. There was no need to drag the wetness out of her, to make her desire him more than he knew that she already did and yet with so much time to themselves, he thought how pleasurable it would be to see her give him a begging look, wanting him to take her.
Connor’s fingers increased in speed and he looked at her, as though challenging Lia to not bend or fold. She knew how to please him just as well. Parched for her lips, he drunk in her kisses, a small growl escaping his lips as he could feel how slick his fingers were slipping. She was ready and he was ready for her: now and forever.
"I love you too," Lia whispered back. It was powerful to see how he looked at her. With that much admiration and desire. Very much how she looked at him. They were like a lock and key. A perfect match. Maybe it hadn't seemed like that at the beginning when they first met, but now things were obvious. They were two peas in a pod.
This was all the more clear with how they moved together. They didn't miss a beat, knew exactly how to move, what part to kiss to drive them wild. Connor worshiped her body and she adored his with her hands and lips taking all of him in. Though he knew exactly what to do to make her beg, make her scream his name that echoed in the empty house while he gave his own sounds before everything turned quiet save for their heavy breathing.
In their tangle of limbs she chuckled softly. "Yes, it is," she mused softly, kissing him back before slowly getting up. To protect herself from the slight cold Lia let Connor's shirt rest on her shoulders before getting up to grab some blankets from a cupboard and the fluffy pillows from the couch. By the time that Connor had started the fire she had built their little love nest.
Lia arched a brow when she saw what Connor brought back. "Champagne. Wow, must be a special day," she mused softly, kissing him once more before curling against him happily, "Will you do the honors or shall I pour us a glass?" They could have a lot of fun still this night and a lot of romance. Once they had poured a glass for each they clinked glasses. "To an unforgettable night," she whispered, taking a sip. Accidentally naturally, a small amount of her champagne spilled onto her chest. "Silly me," she mused, looking to him with a smile.
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