𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 · "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞."
After losing her job and being left at the altar, Dr. Fiona Page is left to pick up the pieces of a "picture perfect" lif...
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CW: Office smut and having to be quiet, oral sex, teasing, dirty talk from James, soft!dom James, discussions and depictions of grief.
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And all I need now is intellectual intercourse A soul to dig the hole much deeper And I have no concept of time other than it is flying If only I could kill the killer - Alanis Morissette, "All I Really Want"
FIONA
January 13, 2023
Fiona was riding a high. She didn't know what the fuck came over her, but after that kiss in the kitchen, she wanted more of him. It was hard to stay focused at dinner. All she could think about was slapping him across the face and fucking him senseless. She didn't know why or how someone could be so infuriating and so attractive all in the same breath.
Her legs were still shaking as she made her way up the steps, and her skin was covered in goosebumps from the cool air. She hadn't come like that in years, not even with her own hand and knowing her body as well as she did. She loathed his arrogance, his fear, but she knew it came from a place that she didn't understand. Mostly, Fiona hated that she wanted to know James. She didn't want to take care of him, she wanted him to man the fuck up and do that himself.
But she definitely wanted to fuck him. Over and over again.
Part of her hated herself for it.
Just before she slipped back into the house, she turned and saw him smoking on the bench, staring straight ahead. The glowing red tip of his cigarette seemed to float in the darkness, and the most piercing thing about him was his bright blue eyes. Fuck buddies. That's what they agreed to be. That was the peace that they had resigned themselves to. It was mutually beneficial. She wanted sex, he wanted sex, and they were clearly attracted to each other. It was better than unnecessarily pining over each other and sharing pathetic, longing glances across dining room tables.
James would never talk about his feelings, he'd admit them in the moment, but she had damn good reason to believe that he'd never truly open up to her. It might just kill him. But tonight, the look in his eyes... Fiona had a feeling that there was a hell of a lot more to James Barnes than wanting to be fuck buddies.
It didn't make her want to smack him any less.
She opened the patio door, stepped back into the house and bypassed the dining room table completely. People were so deep in conversation that they barely noticed. The only person who caught her eye was Bea. Fiona ignored her best friend, walked straight to the kitchen and snatched a large crystal water glass out of the cupboard, filling it to the brim with cool water and guzzling it down.
