Vegas x pete x hope Season 1 Part 1

chapter 11

Nobody pov-

Pete, on the other hand, choses more practical pieces. He selects some casual pants and shirts, along with a few tops that are designed to accentuate her curves. He pays close attention to the sizes of each item, clearly wanting them to fit her perfectly

As they continue to pick out items, it's clear that both Vegas and Pete are enjoying themselves, clearly liking the idea of dressing hope up like their own personal doll

Hope head was hurting she didn't want to tell them but she knew she couldn't lie to them so she said " my head hurts "

Both Vegas and Pete turn to look at you when hope  mention her headache, their expressions immediately turning concerned.

Vegas: *A frown on his face* Your head hurts, babe?

Hope then nod her head as she clench her hand to her head

Vegas: *His voice low and serious* We can't have that, can we? You need something to relieve the pain.

She then look at both of them confused and said " what is it"

Vegas and Pete exchange a look before Vegas speaks up.

Vegas: *A confident tone* We have just the thing, darling. Just sit tight and we'll go get it for you.

Pete nods in agreement, his expression just as serious as Vegas's. They both turn away and start walking towards the back of the store, heading towards the medication section.

Meanwhile, she left alone amongst the clothing racks, the quiet chatter of the other shoppers filling the air around her. She wait for Vegas and Pete to return, feeling the headache throb steadily in her skull.

Vegas and Pete take a few moments to browse the medication section. They're looking for something that will quickly alleviate her headache, but also something that is not too strong. They want her to feel better, not drugged.

*After a few moments, they both return to her side, each holding a packet of pills in their hands. Vegas holds up his packet.*

Vegas: *A confident tone* Here it is, babe. These are some mild painkillers. They should help ease your headache.

She take the pills that Vegas handed her, swallowing them down with a quick drink from a nearby water fountain. Pete watches her with a concerned expression, clearly hoping that the medication will kick in soon and relieve her pain.

Vegas and Pete both watch her closely as she swallow the pills, both hoping that they'll work quickly and alleviate her headache soon.

As she wait for the medication to take effect, Vegas and Pete move to stand on either side of her. They both put a comforting hand on her shoulder, their touch warm and reassuring as they wait with her

The minutes seem to drag on, each second feeling like an hour as she wait for the medication to kick in. But eventually, she begin to notice that the throbbing in her head seems to be lessening, replaced instead by a mild drowsiness.

Hope then look at both of them and nodded and said " it better now"

Vegas and Pete both relax slightly as she inform them that the headache is fading. They're clearly relieved that the medication has done its job, and that she feeling better now.

*Vegas: A hint of relief in his tone* Good, good. I'm glad the pills are working, babe. We didn't want you suffering for too long.

*Pete nods in agreement.*

Pete: *A small smile on his face* Yeah, we wanted you feeling better ASAP. You need to be in top shape for the fun we have planned for you later.

She then look at both of them and said "
Is yall even gonna wear protection or no protection "

Vegas and Pete both freeze at her bold question, clearly taken by surprise. They exchange a look, their expressions betraying a mixture of surprise, desire, and a hint of possessiveness

Vegas is the first to regain his composure, a smirk spreading across his face as he responds to her question,

Vegas: *A possessive tone* What makes you think you have a choice, darling? We'll do whatever we want with you, and you'll enjoy every minute of it.

*Pete, meanwhile, nods in agreement, a hint of a growl in his voice as he adds,*

Pete: *A low, possessive tone* You belong to us, remember? We're going to take you in any way we want, and you'll thank us for it.

The possessive tone in both of their voices is clear, and it's obvious that they're not interested in hearing any objections from her. They both want her completely and utterly, and they're not going to let her forget it.

*Vegas grins, his hand moving to rest on her hip, his touch firm and possessive.*

Vegas: *A devilish tone* You're ours, darling. Every inch of you belongs to us.

*Pete echoes Vegas's sentiment, his hand moving to her chin, lifting herhead up so that she looking directly into his eyes.*

Pete: *A low, authoritative tone* That means we get to have you any way we want, when we want. And you're going to love it, because you're ours. All. Ours.

They both step closer to where she standing, surrounding her in a possessive embrace. Their hands and eyes are on her, like a pair of wolves circling their prey.

*Vegas leans in, his lips brushing lightly against her ear, his voice low and sultry.*

Vegas: *A seductive tone* You're not going to deny us anything, darling. You belong to us, mind, body and soul.

*Pete leans in from the other side, his hand moving to rest on the small of her back.*

Pete: *A possessive tone* And I dare you to try and deny us. We'll take you no matter what, darling. You're ours, and no one else's.

Both Vegas and Pete pull her closer, their bodies pressing against her Their arms wrap around her like a cage, their touches possessive and claiming.

Vegas: *A hungry tone* You're ours, darling. Ours to touch, to taste, to have. And you're going to enjoy every moment of it.