{Chapter Thirteen} A trip to New York; Conversations; Richard makes significant process.

{AU Professor Richard Armitage is a Psychology instructor at the University of Texas - Austin. His top student, Hadley Faraday, is incredibly gifted, yet hides who she really is; and Richard is attempting to pick up the pieces of his broken life and move forward from a devastating past.} {Original Female Character; Developing Relationship; Angst; Explicit Language; Tension.}

Soul Healing, Chapter 45: Control

A/N: Lissuin is a real Middle-earth flower. I invented the story behind the star stones but took inspiration from the AUJ EE scene in which Thrór taunts Thranduil with them. Also, this chapter is NSFW.

The water was almost unbearably hot as Talaitha descended the steps into the largest pool. Her movements caused ripples that lapped gently and teasingly against the small of her back. Thorin quickly divested himself of his clothing and followed her, heedless of his dampening bandages. When he reached Talaitha, she gave him a disapproving look and unwrapped the cloth from his torso to inspect the healing wound beneath. Thorin submitted to her examination, before taking the bandages from her and setting them aside. He drew her towards the edge, where an array of phials stood.

"I do not have lilac," he said apologetically. "But there are many floral scents from which you may choose."

Talaitha’s face broke into a bright smile. She surveyed the bottles, uncorking them and bringing them up to her nose. “Pine. Rose. Lavender. Mint. Hyacinth. Freesia. Gardenia.” She sniffed the final phial and paused, as though struggling to identify it. “And lissuin.”

"A gift to my grandfather from the elvenking," said Thorin. "It is an uncommon flower, even among the elves."

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Soul Healing, Chapter 44: Effeminate Elves

A/N: Yes, I took inspiration for this chapter from the AUJ EE scene in which Kili flirts with a male elf.

It was hours later when they finally awoke to a loud thumping on the door.

"The feast!" whispered Talaitha, sitting up in alarm. She nearly elbowed Thorin in the face as he sat up, too.

The covers fell, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Thorin felt himself stir at the sight of them, but he managed to tear his gaze away long enough to pull on his breeches and pad to the door, grumbling in Khuzdul the whole way. Before he opened it, he glanced back at Talaitha to make sure she had covered herself. He quickly regretted that action. Holding the sheets to her chest, with her copper hair tousled, Talaitha was an enticing vision. Thorin bit back a groan, his fingers itching to touch her again.

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Good morning darlings…

2 NSFW postings this morning…

Grab your coffee and enjoy!!

(Top photo by Leslie Hassler)

Recovery- Submitted by Obscura- Chapter 9

Lindsey was relaxing, reading a book on a comfy reclining double lounge chair on her Shinfield patio, when a large shadow moved across her vision.

“I’ve finished building the flower boxes ma’am, is there anything else I can do for you?” the shadow asked in a deep, velvety voice.

Lindsey looked up to find John, dressed in grubby, ripped jeans and a faded green tee shirt, a hammer hanging from the leather tool belt slung low around his lean hips. He was running a hand through his already rumpled dark hair. A shaft of desire coursed through her as she wondered if he had any idea of how irresistible he was, her sexy handyman. Sitting up, Lindsey tossed her book aside and grabbed the handle of the hammer to tug him closer to her, nuzzling her face into the thin green tee shirt that covered his taut belly. Nipping him lightly she said,

“As a matter of fact, I think there is.”

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Jeans

I’ve been posting some smutty RPF at AO3 for a while now, and a friend suggested you might be interested in cross platform posting it here too. I’ll link it in below. If you can use it, great, if not, that’s cool tool

Cheers!
RAllatrix

MOD NOTE *** Welcome aboard!!!****

She was just putting the tea kettle on the stove – the cold, rainy afternoon seemed like a great time to curl up with a cup of tea and a good book – when there was a knock at the door. She looked down at the oversized white t-shirt and yoga pants she was wearing and shrugged inwardly as she opened the door. The doorway was filled by a vision of dark hair and blue eyes atop a gorgeously tall, fit frame. He looked at her sheepishly, beads of water dripping from the dark waves of his hair before he said,

“I got caught in a cloudburst and your place was closer than mine. I hope you don’t mind.”

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{One-Shot for Running Too Far} Just because Peyton and Richard have arrived in London doesn’t mean they’ve found their happy ending.ning to 

Chimaera, Chapter 7: Turkish Holiday

Please read: When I posted the previous chapter (chapter 6), it was titled “Istanbul,” because apparently I’d forgotten that it wasn’t the capital city and therefore would have the neither Turkish government nor a British embassy. Then I remembered that shit, Ankara is the capital. So I apologize. I just wanted to let you all know, so that when you read this chapter, you’re not confused that suddenly L+V are in Ankara, instead of Istanbul. Thank you!

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To Lucas’ surprise, March in Ankara was a lot like March in London, except sunnier. Varinia reveled in it, tilting her face up to the sky, while they waited for a taxi to take them to the flat Tariq had found. Lucas watched appreciatively, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"London’s clouds must have been quite a change for you."

"Oh, they were," she affirmed. "Even in Hungary, we have lots of sunshine in spring. It’s just the winter that’s dreary."

"Are you calling my country dreary?" he asked, in mock-insult.

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{Chapter Twelve} A second date between Richard and Hadley; An argument; A reveal; A misunderstanding…

{AU Professor Richard Armitage is a Psychology instructor at the University of Texas - Austin. His top student, Hadley Faraday, is incredibly gifted, yet hides who she really is; and Richard is attempting to pick up the pieces of his broken life and move forward from a devastating past.} {Original Female Character; Developing Relationship; Angst; Explicit Language; Tension.}

Recovery- Chapter 8 Submitted by “Obscura”

f John thought that Lindsey had been angry after their first quarrel, it was nothing compared to the cold fury she treated him to that evening. She hadn’t spoken a word to him all evening except to answer direct questions in icy monosyllables. By contrast, she was warm and engaging with anyone else who spoke to her, even laughingly practicing her Spanish with the waiter and bus boy, but going silent when they left the table. Upon their return to the villa, she had gone straight to the bedroom and silently closed the door. John sighed as he went to turn off the pool lights.

He had fully expected her to be furious with him for leaving her to find her way back. It was a dirty trick, but she’d proven herself quite ably, and he was ridiculously proud that she had. Truthfully, he’d rather enjoyed her fiery rage after she’d dumped in him the pool the first time. He’d half expected the spat to end the way their Thanksgiving one had, but on the pool deck rather than Lindsey’s kitchen counter. Her frigid silence was another matter completely. John wasn’t entirely sure how to approach her. When he turned the knob to enter the bedroom, he found it locked. Fair enough, he thought as he went into the spare bedroom for the night. Sleep eluded him for a long while as he wondered how to fix this rift. He was increasingly apprehensive about her reaction to the necklace if she found out. Not enough to remove the tracker though. It was highly unlikely that she would accidentally find it, and something in his gut told him that its presence was worth any argument they might have.

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