Bite the Bullet || Polly Gray x reader oneshots

Champagne Bottles and Cheval Mirrors (!!!)

Oh fuck, where to begin? Ok, this is loosely based off a couple dreams I had. Yes, Polly did have me in a chin hold. Yes she did whisper "Tell mommy what you want her to do to that beautiful body" in my ear. Yes, I wish I never woke up. Moving on...

Here is a kink warning; it's not major, but you never know who'll get uncomfortable: Mommy kink, LOTS of edging, thigh riding, mirror, praise, yeah I think that's it. Like I said, it's nothing major, but HOLY SHIT IS THERE A LOT OF HOT DIALOGUE!!!!!!!!!

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A dim orange glow sits heavy in the guest room of the Arrow House. You and Polly occupy the loveseat in front of the fire, nothing but silk robes covering your night slips as you giggle, recalling that night's events at Tommy and Grace's wedding.

"Oh, poor Arthur!" you laugh. "His speech--"

"He was nervous," Polly defends, trying to hold back a laugh and failing, a snort forcing its way out. "It was dreadful!"

"Not as dreadful as Grace's family!" you shoot back.

You both collapse into fits of laughter, trying to catch your breath.

"I wish we had champagne," Polly sighs, resting your head on her shoulder. Before you have a chance to respond, you're interrupted by a knock at the door. Wiping away a fake tear, Polly get's up. "I'll get it," she tries to say, but comes out through a laugh. As she walks to the door, you notice her sneaking the hand gun off the sideboard.

"Polly!" you say warningly. "Why would you possibly need that?"

She turns around, a cheeky smile on her face as she waves the gun in the air. "Who knows? Maybe it's someone from Grace's side?"

You snicker to yourself as you get up quietly, walking over to Polly and stopping beside her, hiding behind the door. As she opens it, concealing the gun behind her, a man's voice sounds.

"What do you want?" Polly asks, her demeanor suddenly grim as you hold back laughter.

"My car's water froze," he says. "They said I could stay here." You hear the clink of glasses. "I know this is preposterous..."

"There are plenty of other rooms to stay in," she responds. "Goodnight, Mr. Oliver."

As she moves to shut the door, you feel his hand press against it. "I was just thinking...you have my card...Any time, you're in London...Maybe we could have...tea or--"

Before he can say another word, you quickly walk out from behind the door, putting yourself between him and Polly. "She's a bit preoccupied at the moment." You smile, your voice bitter-sweet as you take the bottle of champagne from his hands along with the glasses. After shutting the door in his face, you turn to Polly, a sinister grin growing. "Wish granted!"

You walk over to the bed, setting the bottle and glasses down on the nightstand. As you take a seat, resting on your hands, Polly wanders to the phonograph, carefully setting the needle on the record.

"Setting the mood, eh, Pol?" You arch an eyebrow at her as she turns around, walking over to you as soft voices quietly sing in the background.

She takes your hands in hers, your fingers interlocking as she pulls you to your feet. Her lips capture yours in a soft kiss, quickly turning urgent and heated as your hands wander each other's bodies.

Polly pulls away, her lips hovering just above yours. She takes your chin with her thumb and forefinger, tilting your head so you look at her. "Tell mommy what you want her to do to that beautiful body..." she says in a heated whisper.