October 1, 19XX
4:00pm
Rough hands roam over her milky soft skin, his warm breath tickling her neck.
"My Rose, Look at me."
When she opened her eyes to meet his, emerald eyes sent shivers down her spine. She covered her mouth, her thoughts turning lewd once more except, her usual embarrassment was replaced by confidence? Then again, why wouldn't she be confident. This is their 10th time having sex so why would this time be any different.
"Your mind is wandering. Focus on me, my rose" his voice commanded or, maybe it pleaded?
'Focus Yor, now isn't the time'
"Touch my breasts" She commanded this time.
He firmly squeezed her breasts in response, "Whatever you command my beautiful wife"
Yor opened her eyes, jolted her body to sit upright, startling the person in front of her.
'Wife? What the hell is wrong with me?'
Her eyes looking back at him once more, a frown permeated his lips. Disheveled blue hair from her fingers roaming his scalp, buttons missing from his white dress shirt that she tore open carelessly. Why the hell did she think this man would call her, his wife?
'Why would you imagine Loid. He would never touch you like this Yor'
His frown morphing into a scowl. He gripped her hips and suddenly pulled her body flush against the couch.
"You're thinning my patience, Yor."
She swallowed in anticipation, aware of what happens when her lover loses his patience. She allowed the man above her to swiftly grab her wrists and pin them above the armrest. His lips sucked her neck in punishment.
"Wait! Not there. My husband-" Yor began to plead but a moan escaped her as without warning he inserted a finger into her wet folds.
"Wear your hair down and he won't see it." He sunk his teeth into her shoulder.
"Nngh- St-"
"Stop? You know you enjoy it just as much as I do." He whispered in her ear. He slipped his hand under her skirt, brushing her black panties to the side, he pumped his finger rapidly in her, slipping a second and then a third finger into her slick folds.
"Say you enjoy it. I need to hear you say it."
Her fingertips frantically seeked something to grab onto, anything to ground her to reality. She found herself gripping for one of his fingers.
She bucked her hips to match his rhythm "Not so fast im gonna-",
The hand on her wrists slid down her arms and over her neck, he applied slight pressure.
"Shut up. You're too loud." he growled as his erection grew stiffer.
With a few more thrusts she comes undone under his expert fingers.
May 10, 19XX
6:00am
Yor walked alongside Bond in the morning dew.
Mother's day.
Anya is her stepdaughter though. Not that she loved her any less but, everything about their arrangement wasn't real. She might be Anya's mother now however, one day she won't be. Who knows when the day might come when Loid grew tired of her flaws as a mother and a wife.
Heck, Anya said so herself.
'She's strong, but fails at everything else'
'But, she's also said that I was fine the way I am'
She glanced behind her shoulder, she felt eyes burning into her back and their eyes met.
His sparkly green eyes met hers. She narrowed her eyes menacingly, most men who looked at her never had pure intentions especially, this early in the morning.
She decided to ignore him and walk forward like she had intended to, but kept his profile in mind.
A heavy sigh escaped her, her mind wandered.
'I hope Anya is content with having me as her mother for the time being'
7:00am
"Happy Mother's Day Yor" he looked at her lovingly. 'Hopefully she likes her special breakfast'
Loid congratulated her first, tea served in her designated cup, she sat in her usual seat at the table while Loid continued making breakfast for the 'family'.
"Thank you Loid" her cheeks blush softly.
She smiled brightly as usual for him almost as if the pit in her stomach never existed. Yes, she couldn't help but feel guilty that he has to celebrate her to keep up appearances.
'Don't ever forget that he is only being-'
"I'm going to wake Anya. You know how she will sleep though-"
Interrupted thoughts and words as the one 'that sleeps through anything' walked towards the kitchen.
"Morning Papa. Morning Mama." she rubbed her eyes clear while Bond carefully guided her towards her chair.
"Good morning Miss Anya, how did you sleep?" She forked a piece of cream bread into her mouth.
"I dreamed that Chimera was a big monster that scared everyone but Anya got the pistol with a silencer and took down the enemy with my two-eights bullets and everyone was excited for Anya"
Yor grinned, engrossed in her story till the end she clapped.
"Good for you Miss Anya"
"Mhm" she nodded and a lightbulb in her brain lit up. She immediately stood up and went to her room.
"Anya? Where are you-" Loid questioned but, she already left before she could answer. Loid looked at Yor puzzled.
"She'll be back Loid" She places a hand on his wrist, comforting him.
He smiled, a smile meant to say 'As long as you're fine with it'
"Mama! Anya made this for you!" She ran into the room this time very excited.
"Don't run Anya. You could hurt yourself" Loid chided his 'fake' daughter.
Anya handed the paper she was carrying in her hands, "Happy Mooder's day Mama!"
"It's pronounced 'Mother's day' Anya" Loid promptly corrects her.
The drawing was definitely one of a kind, reds and blacks strewn along the paper. Okay, maybe Yor did want to cry but, found it not to be a good idea considering Anya might think she didn't like her present.
"Don't cry Mama. There, there." She reached across the table, almost sitting on it to comfort her mother's thoughts.
"I'm not gonna cry sweetie but, thank you. I love it, it's very nice. How about, when I come home from work, we go out and buy a frame for it together?"
Loid on the other hand sat quiet in the sidelines listening to Anya explain her piece of art to Yor. 'Kapow Punch' as she explains it. 'Don't say that out loud' she responds' a myriad of pinks and reds sprung like delicate fires along her face.
'Happy Mother's day Yor'
He grinned to himself, hiding his expression behind his cup.
October 1, 19XX
4:20pm
Her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick, teasing his release.
In one swift motion he removed her headband and took a fistful of hair, tilting her head back.
"Open your mouth for me" His cloudy lustful eyes sent a shiver down her spine.
'Only for me. All he wants is me.'
She does as he ordered, sticking her tongue out for effect. Her lover is almost never gentle however, she enjoyed it more that way.
Gentle reminds her too much of the man that cooks every meal she eats.
Gentle reminds her of the man she goes on occasional dates with for appearance sake.
Gentle reminds her of the question she asked to see where they stood.
'Loid, are you happy with me as your wife?'
'Of course I am Yor' his gentle expression caused goosebumps along her skin.
Pity. He pitied her.
'I think you're a very strong woman.' he continued his efforts to reassure her, 'You cared for Yuri and now you are caring for Anya like she is your own which I am very happy with. I am lucky to have you as a friend and partner in our arrangement'
Without warning he pushed her face down onto his length.
"Take more for me, you've done it before" he hisses when he is buried halfway into her warm and sticky mouth.
"Just like that. Just a little more"
She props herself up, hands on his thighs, bracing herself fow what is to come..
"You're a very naughty woman cheating on your husband"
Her moans reverberate against his entire length causing him to thrust into her.
His voice commands, "Moan louder. Moan against my dick again. Fuck. I want you so bad, my lovely thorned rose"
Yes. It is a bit overwhelming. His length crammed in her mouth felt...intrusive. The hand pulling her nipple felt like heaven but, his fistfull of her hair, feral and needy.
She could never imagine her husband, wound tightly around control and morality, would ever feel anything close to lust for her.
She might be a good mother but, she knew right now, she is a horrible wife.
May 18,19XX
6:00am
Bond walked alongside Yor, his paws softly tapping the concrete under them.
The stranger with the blue hair and green eyes nods and she returns the gesture, they have been doing this for a while.
Exchanging meaningless greetings for over 3 days even though they have been giving each other passing glances after she first noticed his eyes on her.
Bond rests his head on her lap as she lets him take a break to rest. A large dog like Bond, although he could keep up with her pace, something inside her felt bad for dragging him along in her quest to gather her mind before returning to her 'fake' family.
Albeit as time passes the 'fake' becomes more blurred when it comes to Anya but very clear when it comes to Loid. She doesn't realize when or how but, when she sees the couples together on her walk home from work she feels a pain in her stomach.
Loid and her will never be like them.
Genuinely in love.
Love?
…Love?
Not love.
Genuinely normal she should say.
She doesn't love Loid. She respects him plenty but, love.
When did she begin to confuse love and respect?
Yor sighed deeply, 'I need to go home and take a shower'
October 1, 19XX
4:30pm
He frowns.
Clearly he doesn't shy away from showing his displeasure and makes it obvious when he turns her around.
"That's twice you mention your husband. I told you before. I really hate it when you do that."
Her chest pressed against the cold hallway.
Turns out they couldn't quite make it to his bedroom like he had intended.
"But you-"
His hands run up her thighs, feeling up her bare legs. He loved fucking after her shift because he gets to see her bare legs, how much he wanted to mark her thighs.
For now that can wait.
"I don't want to hear how you want to hide this. I want to show him."
His hands slip under her skirt grabbing a handful of ass, squeezing and bouncing under his fingertips
He slyly runs a finger along her thin panties admiring the thin string holding it in place.
"You might be married to him but, you're my rose", he hooked his fingers under both sides of the fabric, snapping it against her skin.
A yelp escaped her lips, "I- I don't…Oh god…I don't want to. Show him…damn…harder"
"Louder. You love my hand around your neck, right? I want to hear how good I make you feel"
"You make me feel very good" she squeaks
"Is that so?" He winds his hand back
Frustrated and maybe a little upset with how much she mentioned Loid or Anya in their conversation at the cafe, his hand met her ass.
"You look so good like this."
Red blotches forming on her behind, her hands fly to cover her mouth. Her skin drizzled in goosebumps when a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shot through her body once again.
"Did you like that my rose?"
He pulls her headband off, her hair falling to her sides.
Panting through the pleasure she whispers, "Do it again..."
"So eager" he nips at her neck, reeling his hand to spank her again.
"Don't leave any marks on my neck" she reminds him
He fists her hair in his hand pulling her head down meeting their differing expressions.
"Just fix your hair over it, your husband never notices anything different...don't frown, Yor"
May 26,19XX
6:00am
Like every morning at this hour, and is walking alongside Yor however, Bond is acting strange.
They passed by the usual blue haired gentleman feeding the pigeons.
"Hello Sir, good morning",she smiles softly at the man.
Bond, who sat quietly in front of her peacefully, all of a sudden started pulling his leash after one clear glance at the man sitting with a bag of bread to his side.
"Hello Miss?"
He pulled back, started by Bond pulling ahead.
"Your dog must be very excited to continue his walk"
"Seems like it, im sorry Sir"
"Hold on"
She paused her step and turned around to fully meet eyes with this kind stranger.
"We keep seeing each other but, well I wanted to know your name"
"Ah yes. My name is Yor, Yor Forger"
She holds her hand out to shake his hand.
"Yor. That's a very unique name, I like it." He smile reaches his eyes
"My name is-"
October 1, 19XX
4:50pm
"Do you really have to leave? You can't stay for a little bit longer"
Black duvet covered his lower half as his arms wrapped around her waist laying in bed, begging her to stay for a minute longer.
"You know I can't stay any longer. Plus...im late"
"I can drive you halfway-"
Yor didn't respond. Buttoning the last button of her white peeling his arms from her waist, she stands up.
"Yor, my rose, you know it's a joke. Don't get so upset, please?"
She peels his arms from her once again. Collecting her vest while she walked out the room to gather her shoes.
May 26,19XX
6:00am
"My name is Stephan, Stephan Stevans"
"Nice to formally meet you" a grand smile plastered on her face
October 1, 19XX
4:50pm
"I have to go Stephan", Yor's voice straightlaced with seriousness.
"Kiss me again but, properly this time"
She smiled this time, only a little bit though. Of course she smiled, this man was funny when he teased her.
"That was a good kiss but how about-"
"Seriously, I have to go Stephan"
"Till next time, my beautiful blooming rose"
While walking to the train station she couldn't help but think, till her incoming tears muddled up her vision. She blinks them away:
'You won't cry Yor. You do this every time you're with him. You won't cry because you will end up doing this again because let's face it. You like his attention.'
Over and over she berates herself.
Betrayal.
How when they are not a real couple.
Wife.
I'm not his wife. I'm his partner in the arrangement we have.
Mother.
I'm a wonderful Mama to my sweetheart of a daughter.
Vows.
I vowed to keep being his 'wife' till i'm no longer needed or until I no longer need him to protect my real job.
Love.
I will never be loved by him nor Stephan because there's no love between either of us.
Bonds.
We are all bonded by different things.
I'm bound to 'Garden' by my duty to protect Ostania.
I'm bound to Loid to protect 'Thorn Princess'.
I'm bound to Anya because I love her.
I'm bound by Stephan to feel pure unadulterated lust.
I am a horrible wife. The worst in the world but, I can't change what I did in the past nor what I will continue to do.
I already make the most horrible of sins so adding another less lethal one should be okay.
Right?