Oakley 'Cench' Caesar-Su
Las Vegas, NV
Following day

"Cench where is my girlfriend?" Ameena looks around the private workout room, at the faces that surround her but isn't satisfied Killian isn't here.

I shrug, "Said she's tired."

"Poor thing, those overnights can be so taxing." Ameena shakes her head, the over night shift wasn't the only thing that tired her out. When I got back into the room last night after grabbing us some food, her face was soaked with tears and her body wouldn't stop shaking. Her aftercare included a warm bath, and at her request a cuddle session to fall asleep. Words of affirmation to let her know she did a great job, but we also still hadn't spoken about her purposely defying my wishes in regard to her buying or shooting a gun.

The usual bunch was here, Wadz, Ant, Freya, and Ameena. Everyone was on their preferred machine, and I had just finished my second rep of pull-ups. "Yeah she caught a late flight." I nod before putting my headphone back over my ear.

As if on clock work, my love comes through the door. Her face is a bit puffy but other than that, when she sees Ameena and Freya they all run to each other for their usual group hug. She waves to me shyly before the girls steal her off to the Pilates machines, for no reason at all her cheeks are all red when she looks at me.

I let her and the girls get back to their workouts before tying a weight to my waist, and then resuming my pull ups. At my fiftieth one I held it at the top, looking through the mirror Killian is staring at me. She's winded herself from whatever workout they finished on the machine, but just because she's staring I resume again. A small smirk displays across her beautiful lips, before the girls pull her to another exercise.

Dropping from the pull up bar, I undid the forty pound weight walking over to the guys by the weights they both laugh at me. "Fuck did I do?" I ask.

"Showing off for your girl. We get it bro, you're strong." Wadz teased, and I scoff laughing in on the joke before we hear a trio of giggling. Whenever those three got together, they carried on like school girls. Whispering secrets, passing notes; literally or text messages, and the very frequent coercion of getting each other to do the things we explicitly ask them not to do. Honestly, I was just glad she had people she trusted and felt comfortable with.

"So she bought a gun?" Ant brings my attention back from her, shrugging I sigh. "Yup."

For a second they nod aimlessly with me, "Well I say we teach them how to use it." Wadz says casually, before Ant and I look at each other as if he'd grown an extra head. We both look at him like he was stupid as fuck, that was definitely not his smartest idea. He absolutely needed to stick to the money making ideas.

"Have you met my fiancée?" Ant asks confusion plaguing his tone, as he looks at me perplexed.

"Do you know your sister at all?" I follow up with a more rhetorical question, as we all looked over at the girls.

"It definitely wasn't Ameena or Fey who beat the shit out of your ex fuck buddy-" Wadz says smartly and Ant bursts into laughter, "Fuck yourself." I cut my eyes, carefully I watch as the girls laugh but change their exercise to the big boxing bag in the corner of the room. They slipped the gloves onto Killians hands, before Ameena stood behind the bag.

I could easily add the gym version of Killian on the things I loved watching. The first hit was just a little warm up as she tapped the bag, before delivering two quick jabs to the middle of the bag, back again with a quick three tap at the top. "Damn she's good." Ant muttered turning his head to the side.

I nod in agreement biting my lip, because I was fighting every animalistic urge to pull her out of the room and fuck her senseless. It's been a while since I've messed up her walk a bit, wanting to give her enough time to heal from her surgery. Her body glistening in my cum last night flashed into my mind, she's just so perfect; even in the most degrading of situations.

"See there he goes again, obsessing and shit." Wadz nudged my shoulder, "We teaching them to shoot or not?" He asked as we look back at the girls, Killian foot comes up high as she kicks the bag.

"...Yeah, let's teach them." I give in, and Ant punches my shoulder. "You just want her to pull it on you, sick fucking freak." He laughs, and Wadz is hysterical and he's not necessarily wrong so I have to laugh as well.

I shrug with my hands up. "What can I say?" I grin cheekily as the girls walk up to us, everyone falling inline to their partners. Her body glistened with sweat, and her hair with was tied back with a head band. Her fresh face was glowy and smooth, a peak of her cleavage was exposed as her workout sweater clung to her body, I grab the tiny zipper handle pulling her towards me.

"Why you acting all shy in front your friends? Hm?" She's close enough that no one else hears me, and her lips look absolute ravishing. Playfully she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, "You're the one doing pull-ups flexing and stuff." Her finger traces my arm, and I flex my muscles for her.

"Ooo, he's buff." Killian squeezes my hardened bicep, before blushing like she always does when I have her to myself but we are in public. Leaning closer to her, she leans in. "What?"

"Sit on my face later?" Killian lowly squeals and her hand covers her mouth with wide eyes, "You are fresh young man!" Whisper shouting she waves her finger in my face, and I raise a brow at her.

"I'm fresh? You swallow me whole and don't need air, who's really fresh." I display a small mischievous grin, and she shushes me. "And you know when you suck my bal—" My voice is lower for privacy sake, but I loved watching how flustered she got at my words.

"Sh-sh, hush your blasted mouth." She pretends to bite at my lip and I peck her lips before she gives me a sassy stare. "You think they don't know we kiss?"

"I don't want to kiss." Killian stands on her tip toes leaning to my ear, whispering all the vile things she wanted me to do to her body and mind. Blood rushed to my dick as she confesses to me that her favorite thing is when I cum on her slash for her.

"I mean I prefer in you, but as an artist I listen to my muse." I nod acknowledging her wants. Putting my arm around her shoulders we walk towards the exit.

"Dinner at 8:30 pm lovebirds." Wadz shouts to us, and I throw up the peace sign. "Okay!" Killian says over her shoulder before we go up to our room, after we shower and order up breakfast, I decided to get down to business.

"I need to talk to you." I get serious and she stops reading her book, before pushing up her glasses. "Yeah."

Reaching under my pillow I reach for the gun box, and she gives a pressed lipped one sided smile. "I remember us having a conversation where I said no to this." I point to the box, and she shrugs slightly.

"It's just for protection. I'm not even really comfortable with the idea of it being mine, safety that's all." Killian explains, and she's telling the truth.

I don't want to think of her having to cross that line though, especially for a person with a pure soul like Killian. That first kill accidental or intentional, does something to you...and it's never for the better. If she needed protection we could just up her security, and that felt like the only option I was comfortable with for now.

"Okay so I'll put some extra security in the city for you." I offer and she shakes her head while rolling her eyes.

"I don't want more people in my space Oakley. I'll just return it." She's calm, and I thought back to the boys wanting to teach them how to shoot. "Millions of people own guns O, why am I different to everyone else?"

"Killing someone changes people. You've made a living off of doing the exact opposite, it wouldn't do you any good princess." I slightly ease in the topic, careful of my tone so she doesn't take offense to anything I say.

"I'm not going to be like.."She stops and begins to chew the inside of her cheek, "Be like?" I encourage her to voice how she feels.

"I'm not going to be the person who can't stop." Killian looks at me, before pulling her knees into herself. "You don't want me to have a gun fine, but I'll do without the security."

"All I'm asking is that you don't do things behind my back Kills. I want to be able to trust that you're not going to get yourself hurt while I'm not there." I reason.

"Trust me? So you don't trust me?" She squints, and begins biting her cheek.

"Gets hard to when you insist on doing everything I ask you not to." I say flat out to her, and she scoffs.

Every time I told her not to do something, she had to just prove to me that she was going to do what she wanted to do. Things were different now.

"Am I your child or your girlfriend?" Her tone was laced with attitude, "I'm a grown ass woman, not your lap dog, not your child, and I don't work for you anymore so where do the demands stop?" She hasn't raised her voice, but I could tell by the way she was speaking with her hands she was getting upset.

"They aren't demands. There's codes and ethics to this shit—we don't let our women get their hands dirty." I stand my ground clearly, because of course I didn't want this to turn into an argument but I never knew with her.

"Why are you so insistent on treating me like some delicate little flower who can't even withstand the wind? I can handle myself Oakley."

She doesn't understand. Killian will never understand the feeling I have whenever she's in danger, she'll never understand how many times I've watched her almost not be here. If it meant keeping her in the highest tower, in the farthest kingdom, I'd do anything to keep her safe. That last time...I still haven't forgiven myself for, the sheer panic in Wadz' eyes when she wouldn't wake up. The sense of worthlessness I felt prioritizing killing Stone over jumping in after her, and since that moment she became the most important thing to me.

How cold her skin was, how pale and gray she looked. "I've watched you die, what do you expect?" I finally speak, and oddly there's a lump in my throat. The scowl she sported earlier gradually softens, and she sighs softly.

Killian doesn't say anything, and silence ensues as I rake my mind for words as well. "I've seen a lot of fucked up shit, most of them by my hands— but nothing more fucked up than you not here." Shaking my head it feels like there's a weight on my chest, like I can't take a full breath.

"Babe, you're wheezing." She mutters getting up from the bed, and going over to her bag. Rummaging through the bag she finally pulled out a red albuterol inhaler, running to the bathroom the water runs for a moment before she rushes to me. "Open." Killian demands and I groan following her instructions and she pumps twice, "Hold-" A few seconds past and then breathed out.

"One more." She mumbles repeating the steps from before, and now I feel naked in the worst ways possible. I was usually able to hide this weak part of myself from her, and the guys. "Look at me." Killian softly holds my face and kisses me, before pulling me into her chest cradling my head to her breasts.

Her heartbeat is steady and her smell is makes me drowsy, "I'm sorry for stressing you out." She says in a tiny voice, and I can't even be mad anymore causing me to chuckle. Killian climbs onto me, before looking at me, "Am I too heavy?" She asks before pushing up her glasses at the corner of her left frame, and that's the only way she ever pushed her glasses up. Very adorable.

"Not at all." I enjoy the feeling of her weight on me, lifting weights heavier than her, she was easily as light as a leaf. Nodding she positions herself wrapped around me, "You don't stress me out—"

"Good."

"You press the fuck out of my buttons though." I clarify and she playfully punches me in the stomach. "We are going to teach you girls how to shoot." With the confession she quickly perks up, a cute look of delight on her cherub face. "Really?!"

"Yeah." I sigh in a disapproving tone, before I feel her lips on mine repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—"

"You can thank Wadz. If it was up to me, you know what my answer would be." I gave her a blank look before a small pout quickly flashes on her face. "You can keep your gun-" More kisses before I pull away.

"Conditions! In the safe at all times,"

"Yes." She nods, "One security guard."

"O," All her excitement drains as she drags her voice, "Just one, work and the apartment are yours. Other outings are mandatory." That was the only way she would learn to shoot and keep that gun.

Killian sighs impatiently while rolling her eyes, "Whatever. Fine." She goes to climb off but I hold her still, "Stay please." Settling in shortly I hear her breathing even out, and her back has a steady rise and fall and in moments she was out for her vacation midday nap.

All the girls claimed to need a midday nap, but this one? Once she was tired she could sleep anywhere, my lap, my shoulder, hunched over in her own lap. Anywhere she found it safe to sleep she would, and I loved watching her sleep to make sure she was safe. Nights where she snored lightly I'd hold her tighter, because to me it meant she was really tired. Kissing her forehead I pull out my phone I saw a message from my jeweler.

Ahki:
Size five right? 22 inch neck?

Cench:
And I want your best factories, my lady feels strongly about diamond mining. Emeralds maybe.

Ahki:
Kmt I ever gave you anything less?

The photo he sent me made me smile like a kid in a candy store.

Cench:
That shit is mad. Pick up this week, safety.

Locking the phone before she saw anything she stirred before pulling away, sleep lines against her face. "Who are you texting?" Her voice is scratchy, I shake my head.
"A2."

My voice doesn't falter and I know I've kept my cover, "So why you got the phone all the way up there?" Crossing her arms she squints, "Bachelor party for the mandem."

"You guys going to a strip club or something?" Her voice is filled with jealousy, "Maybe." I tease her and she looks at me with a disgusted scowl.

"You're a whore." Killian says callously, before laying back on my chest. I laugh, "I'm a whore because Ant is having a bachelor party?"

"Yeah, you all are. Whores of a feather," Clearing her throat she sighs dramatically, "Flock together or whatever."

I shrug at her little outburst chuckling while holding her, and my peace has been restored. Holding her and smelling her were some of my favorite things, because she was mine. Killian is mine. To keep, to love, to cherish, to fuck, to care for, to build with, just mine.

"No but seriously you don't hide your phone from me. What's up?" She pulls away from me with her arms crossed, and she waiting for a legitimate answer.

"I swear I was not doing anything. On Max." I hoped my mans wasn't rolling in his grave because I was kind of lying. I was doing something behind her back, but not what she thought I was doing.

There's a look of indecisiveness on her face, like she's fighting an internal battle. "Can I see?" The slight inflection of her voice and the way she tilted her head to the side, gave away she was trying to hold some sort of emotion in. "No never mind." She mutters quickly, raising a brow I unlock my phone and turn it to her.

"Here." I present her the phone, the same way she did for me. "No it's okay. I'm over reacting." She's still fighting that internal battle, before she grabs the phone and being scrolling.

Scrolling through iMessage she finds nothing, then to my Instagram where all she finds is a list of DM request I'd never open. Scrolling she comes across WhatsApp, and I keep my cool but she's definitely piping hot. Pulling down the chat bar she sees I have a locked conversation.

"Locked conversations on WhatsApp? We don't use this." Killian turns the phone to me, looking into my face as she held the phone up.

"International work." I quickly respond, and she doesn't seem convinced. "I'm not lying to you." Putting my hand over my heart she gives me the side eye, before chucking the phone back to me.

"If you are lying to me, just know I hit a lot harder than I throw phones." She pitches the phone down, before she gets off of me to go to the bathroom.

This situation she would just have to be upset about because I will not snitch on myself. Checking the time we were set to get ready for dinner, she came out of the bathroom with a damp face and her toothbrush in her mouth.

Walking past her to get to the bathroom her tiny stature bumps into me, purposely before I chuckle and let her keep up with her attitude. We continue to get ready for dinner and she keeps up the silent treatment, and by the time we are down in the lobby waiting for everyone she still has a silent vibe about her that screams she has an attitude.

She's in her phone; guaranteed it's her group chat, then she's sitting far away from me. "Yo." I tap the space between us on the hotel lobby love seat, her eyes flutter up to me with an innocent yet attitude filled  look on her face.

I pat my lap, and I don't have to say it more than once before I feel her weight on my leg. "Yes?" Huffing she whispers lowly.
My hand rest on her thigh, my finger tips grazing her inner thigh.

Pushing her hair back to behind her shoulder, I smell her brown skin. She smells sweet like vanilla and cocoa butter,  I press a kiss against her shoulder and her breathing shudders. "Princess....I really want to be nice to you." Another kiss on her shoulder. "So be nice to me." Suddenly her posture is straight and she crosses her legs.

"Oh you look good." I hear Ameena say across the lobby as she walked over to Killian, she leaves my lap to approach Ameena who took her by the hand and made her do a spin.

"Habibi come to Morocco. Daaaammnnn." Ameena winks at her, and she shamelessly blushes.

"Okay." Killian giggles before the two of them lock arms and walk ahead of Ant and I. The scene we meet is Ameena smacking Killian on the ass repeatedly as Killian is on the phone with Freya, she's paying Ameena no mind while she keeps herself occupied with my girls buns.

Once the group gathered we all piled into a Tahoe before the drive to an Italian restaurant. The ride there was quick and once we were seated the large round table seated all of us perfectly, with a little space between each pair. And as we sit down within meer seconds she starts her games.

With her chair drawn extra close to mine, under the table she puts her leg over mine and her heeled foot rubbed against my leg. After placing orders and receiving our drinks, she looks to me and I'm struck my her beauty like I always am. Sipping my drink I catch her eye, "Behave." I mutter to her under my breath.

Her man eater beauty charms me to her, "What'd I do?" Batting her cat like eyes, I nod at the way she chose to play innocent while she knows even her smallest touch set me alight.  I take a second to take her in, her skin glistened in the ambient lighting made me hot with want. As a man of composure I hated how much she tested that, other women were shit at the bottom of my shoes compared to her.

"You know-" I'm interrupted by her hand high on my thigh, squeezing gently and she stoic as I slowly look up at her. "Exactly what you're doing."

"No idea what you mean." With a shrug of her shoulder she puts her apple martini to her lips and sips, before her hands sits over my zipper. Her glass sits slightly at the end of the table, sneakily I grab a hold of the stem while she's talking to Ameena. Inching  the martini glass closer and closer to the edge of the table until it spills all over her.

She scoots back, and instantly I follow up with a napkin. "Let me help you to the bathroom." I offer, standing up and taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom.

Shutting and locking door, I kiss her immediately. "Why do you keep playing with me?" I moan into her mouth grabbing a handful of her breasts, she's sucking my tongue and biting my lip driving me crazy.

Turning her around I turned on the water, before unzipping my pants and pushing her up mini skirt. Pushing her thong to the side I rub my tip along her slit and she's drenched. She's just as needy as I am, pulling her closer to me I kiss her neck pushing the tip in and she gasps.

I feel a tingle down my spine as I bottom out, "You feel so fucking good." Grunting in her ear, she whimpers holding in her moans. Slowly pulling out, I give her a second before slamming into her with a rapid pace.

She holding onto the bathroom mirror as I drill into her deeply, "Oh God." Killian moans in a breathy gasp, "Pray Princess, pray."

Gripping her neck, I squeeze carefully lifting her up and down to fuck her. Her moans muffled by her biting her lip, she puts her hand up to stop my movements. "Don't make me stop now. You're doing so good." I grunt, feeling her warm insides. Killian is shaking and barely able to hold herself any further.

"O— I,— fuck." She stutters as her body attempts to go limp from her orgasm, and as she's fully satisfied I bottom out leaving my seed deep in her. Pulling her head back to me she kisses me, buzzed from her beverage and high off her first orgasm of the night.

Pulling out carefully, I watch as a mixture of us drips down her leg. I collect some paper towel, wetting it and cleaning her up. Killians cheeks and lips are swollen from our heated make out session, her lip gloss is smudges and I have her lip combo on my lips and well down my neck.

"Whew-" She uses the restroom, washes her hands and straightens herself up, before we leave she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Was that your idea of being nice to me Mr. Caesar-Su?"

As I'm looking down at her, all I want is for her to be my wife. To spend the rest of my days with her, and to make her blush and giggle all the days of her life. I'm in love with her, hopelessly in love, foolishly in love.

"I want you to have my name." I mutter into her mouth as we make out in secret like love sick teenagers, pulling away she looks at me. "Y-you do?" She looks at me surprised, between the drink and her post-nut mind fuzz I know she didn't realize.

"All day, everyday. Nothing less." I confess.

With beaming eyes she stares at me. My cloudy beach day.

*****

It's really shitty and long over due. I'm sorry it's not what you wanted, I just have to get the fluff out the way. I also want to give y'all some peace before the storm.

My mental health is taking the ultimate beating and I'm trying to be cool about it but I'm gettin tow up scoob 😭.

It's still fuck the occupation!
Today begins Ramadan and it sickens me to think that Gaza's children can't celebrate a regular and splendid Ramadan due to the occupation. I hate them, with every bone in my body I hate them.

Fuck zionism/t.
Fuck colonialism.

Free Palestine
Free Congo
Free Sudan
Free Cameroon
Free Haiti
Free Puerto Rico
Free Tigray
Free Lebanon
Free Yemen
Free Syria
Defund Genocide
Give indigenous people back they shit.

Xoxo,
Xstuhcii 💋