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“Mama.”
Yor turned around and smiled as soon as she saw Anya. Her daughter climbed to her bed and immediately snuggled in her arms.
“You’re up early,” Yor said while softly caressing her daughter’s pink locks. Anya hummed.
“Anya is excited to see Papa and Bond again.”
Yor smiled.
Yor was so happy to see Anya happy again. The chaotic divorce that Loid and Yor went through a year ago surely took a toll on the little girl. Yor knows it hurt her daughter to see her parents fighting. After the divorce was successfully processed, Loid and Yor decided that it was best to be civil to each other, for the sake of their daughter. Although Anya was sad that her parents were no longer together, the couple decided that it was best to separate rather than stay together. She was just so glad that her daughter was a smart girl. Anya got it from her father, no doubt about that.
“I’ll wake you up once Papa is here to get you,” she whispered, “But for now, you still need to sleep. It’s just 5 in the morning after all.”
Anya nodded and closed her eyes, her little arms wrapping around her mother’s waist, “Hmmkay, Mama.”
She was out like a light after a few seconds.
After a few hours, Anya and Yor woke up and prepared their breakfast. During her relationship with Loid, she was just glad that he made an effort to teach her how to cook. It definitely came in handy, especially on the days when Anya stayed with her.
“Mama, your pancakes are getting better!”
Yor giggled and placed a soft kiss on top of Anya’s head, “Thank you, sweetie. All thanks to your help!”
A knock on Yor’s apartment made them stop laughing. Anya’s eyes lit up as she looked at her mother. Yor nodded and Anya excitedly ran toward the door.
“Hi, Peanut.”
“Papa!”
Anya’s laughter filled the whole apartment as Loid carried her towards the kitchen. Yor’s eyes locked with his and they both smiled.
“Good morning,” Loid said.
“Good morning. You came just in time! I cooked breakfast.”
“Mama’s pancakes are soooo delicious, Papa! You should try it!”
Loid smiled, “Is that right? Okay then! Let’s eat.”
Yor sat in front of her daughter and ex-husband as Anya recalled how her week with Mama went. Loid smiled softly as he listened intently to their daughter’s babble. Yor couldn’t help but smile as she stared at them. A year ago, Yor was so sure that she and Loid could never be okay again after all the months of continuous fighting. But she can’t deny that their current setup makes her happy. While it’s not as it was before, she was just glad that they were able to co-exist for their daughter.
“Anya was right,” Loid said as he helped Yor with the dishes, “You’ve gotten good at cooking.”
Yor felt herself blush, “It’s just pancakes, Loid."
“Still. I can still remember how you used to burn the pancakes to ashes.”
Yor lightly punched his arm, “That’s because you didn’t tell me how to do it!”
He laughed as he wiped his hand clean. He handed Yor a clean towel.
“I can already tell that your pancakes will be Anya’s new favorite breakfast.”
After a while, Anya and Loid were all ready to bid their goodbyes to Yor. She crouched to Anya’s level and kissed her daughter’s cheeks.
“Be good to Papa, okay? I’ll see you next week.”
“I will, Mama! I love you!”
Yor smiled, “I love you too, sweetie.”
Yor stood up and smiled at Loid, “Call me if ever you two need anything.”
“I will, thanks Yor,” he smiled and gently tapped her shoulder. She was expecting them to leave now but Loid just stood there and stared at her. And just like before, she couldn’t help but get lost in those cerulean eyes. She was just about to ask him if he needed anything else but Anya beat her to it.
“Papa and Mama are flirting?”
Yor and Loid looked away, their faces as red as Yor’s favorite sweater.
“We’re not!”
Anya giggled before tugging her Papa’s hand, “Let’s go now, Papa! I miss Bond.”
Loid glanced at Yor, blush still visible in his cheeks, “We’ll go now. Take care of yourself.”
Yor nodded.
When the two finally left, Yor closed her eyes and calmed herself.
Almost a decade of being together and Loid still has that effect on her.
“Get your shit together, Yor Briar,” she whispered to herself.
“How's single life going?”
Yor sighed as she placed the camera back on the table. Olka, one of her best friends, sat on the couch, waiting for an answer.
“Boring,” she answered. Olka frowned.
“Probably because you're not going out and dating!”
Yor shook her head as she grabbed her tripod, “I just got divorced, Olka.”
“That was a year ago! Technically, you're free to date whoever you want now.”
“That's the problem,” she said as she sat beside her friend, “I don't want anyone right now.”
“That's ‘cause you're not trying to meet people! Locking yourself inside your room doesn't mean a man, or woman because I don't judge, would magically appear in front of you and make you fall in love!”
“I don't lock myself inside my room,” she said rather defensively, “I go out. Anya and I are always out on an outing.”
“Silly Yor! Your mother and daughter dates don't count! I doubt you look at other people when you're out with your kid.”
Olka was right. She doesn't.
“Well, it's because I'm not really looking for anyone right now. I've been married for four years and divorced for one—romantic love is the last thing on my mind right now.”
Olka grabs her cup and takes a sip of her tea, “ Well, I'm not really talking about romantic love. I understand that the divorce might’ve taken a toll on your perspective when it comes to love—but how about sexually? ”
Yor almost choked on her tea.
“Seriously?!”
Olka rolled her eyes, “Oh, don't act like a virgin, Briar. I know the sex with your husband was fantastic, but hey, now that you're single, you can get laid again with a different person!”
Yor felt a blush creeping in her cheeks.
“As far as I know, I'm fine by myself right now,” she said.
“Huh. So you're contented with just your sex toys—”
“I'm not doing this right now!” Yor interrupted, “Have you finished the project I sent to you last week?”
Olka snorts at the change of subject but she bites into it, “Don't worry about it. I'm almost done.”
“I need that by Wednesday.”
“Wow, that's like a day from now.”
“I figured you have so much time on your plate, considering you're here interrupting my shoot.”
Olka shrugs, “Well, I'm busy with other things, actually. Marcus and I are busy having wild se—”
“Oh, God !”
Olka laughs.
“Seriously, Babe. It wouldn't hurt to sleep with other people. It's a good outlet to let out your pent-up frustration.”
“Thanks, I appreciate your advice.”
Olka winks, “Oh, I know you do.”
“How's my favorite divorcee?”
Yor groaned as Olka laughed at Camilla’s greeting. The blonde woman leaned on Yor’s desk as Yor saved the file she was editing.
“Annoyed,” Yor answered, “Olka kept on annoying me.”
“Huh, so nothing new, then?”
“Hey!” Olka frowned. Camilla laughed. She nudged Yor’s shoulder.
“What are you doing after this?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“You’re not seeing Anya?”
Yor shakes her head, “Nope. It’s Loid’s turn to watch her now so I’ll see her next week.”
Camilla claps happily.
“Then that means we can drink!”
Yor immediately refused which made the two women frown. But Yor knows better than to drink in public. Her alcohol tolerance is so bad that she gets drunk over two glasses of wine . So, nope. No drinking for her. Not a chance.
“You know how bad my alcohol tolerance is, so no, I won’t go.”
“Well…” Camilla shrugs, “You don’t need to drink. But you still should come! It’s been a while since we went out to have fun.”
Yor hesitates and considers. Camilla was right. She couldn’t even remember when was the last time she and the girls had fun together. She had been preoccupied with a lot of things; her work, her daughter, and her divorce. Maybe she does need the break.
“Besides…” Camilla grins, “I think it’s about time you get laid again.”
Yor almost fell on her seat. Olka laughed out loud.
“Right?! I told her that too earlier!”
Yor groaned, “Why is everyone suddenly obsessed over my sex life?!”
“Or the lack thereof,” Olka mumbled which earned a kick from Yor.
“What?” Camilla laughed, “It’s not like you’re taken or anything. Sex can be great especially if there are no strings attached. Just because you got divorced that doesn’t mean you’ll be celibate.”
“I can take care of my sexual needs, thank you very much,” she said, her cheeks as red as her ruby eyes.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?”
Yor stared at her friends and wondered if she needed new ones.
“I’m not sleeping with anyone.” Yor said dismissively, “I just got you from my four years of marriage. I think it’s best if I’ll stay alone for now.”
Camilla rolled her eyes, “Oh, fuck him , Yor. Your life doesn’t end with your and Loid’s failed marriage.”
Yor only shakes her head.
Yor winced as soon as she and the girls entered the club. The music was too loud for her liking and the lights instantly made her dizzy. She couldn’t do anything when Olka and Camilla dragged her to their seat. Camilla immediately ordered a lot of alcohol and Yor was sure that the two won’t even finish it. That can only mean one thing.
She has to drink as well.
Yor took a sip of her cocktail little by little, determined to not get drunk tonight, especially as she stared at her two already drunk friends.
“I thought Millie, Sharon, and Melinda will join us?” Yor asked. Camilla shrugged.
“Millie’s out doing god knows what with god knows who. Sharon and Melinda are busy with their families. You're stuck with us, I'm afraid.”
Olka suddenly squealed when her favorite song started playing.
“Let's dance!” Olka grabbed Camilla’s hand. Yor smiled when Olka almost fell back to her seat.
“I'll stay here and guard our drinks,” she said although it was left unnoticed by her friends who hurriedly went to the dance floor. Yor laughed when Camilla pulled Olka’s arm when the latter tried to dance wildly in the middle. Sometimes she forgets that Olka is also a Mom. But if anyone deserves to be happy and carefree, Olka was one of them. After her husband's death, which led to her raising Gram, her son, alone, she did nothing but provide Gram with the life that he deserved.
Like what she's doing now with Anya.
Except Loid wasn't dead and he's very much alive.
And she's seeing him now…in this club.
Her brows furrowed as she watched her ex-husband together with, she assumed, his co-workers. When a woman approached him, she frowned even more.
Wait, wasn't he supposed to be with Anya?
Without thinking twice, she stood up and walked towards him. When she was a few steps away from him, she caught his eye. Loid's eyes widened. He excused himself from the crowd (much to the woman's dismay) and walked towards her.
“Yor! I didn't know you were here!” he said. Yor's brows furrowed.
“I didn't too,” she said, “Why are you here? Who's with Anya? Why didn't you tell me that you're going out?—”
Loid raised his hands in defense, “Yor, relax. Franky is with Anya and Bond. And I texted you saying that our daughter would be staying with him tonight. My co-workers decided to celebrate after we won our last case.”
Okay. That made Yor relax a little bit.
Only for a little bit because as she stares at Loid, she knows that he's been here for a while now, considering that he's borderline drunk .
“You're tipsy. Do you have your car? Who's going to drive you home? Are you even—”
She stopped when she realized that she was no longer his wife. And so she shouldn't care so much about him like this.
But god , she does. She still does.
“No, I don't have my car. And I'm fine, Yor. I can just call a cab and pick up Anya tomorrow. It's my day off.”
Loid looked around the club, his brows furrowing, “Are you here alone?”
Before Yor could answer, she heard Olka cheering loudly as Camilla danced like she was in a dance competition. Her blonde hair is already a mess yet it didn't stop her from throwing her head back like she was being possessed by the devil. Yor groaned.
“No. I'm with them. But I'm not drinking though.”
“Why? You should have fun.”
Yor pouts, “You know how bad my alcohol tolerance is.”
Loid stops for a second before smiling softly.
“Yeah, I know.”
Yor was about to excuse herself when someone accidentally pushed her from the back making her collide with Loid's chest.
Yor stiffened.
“Man!” Loid called angrily at the guy who just bumped into her. He held her tight against his chest as if he had no intention of letting her go, “Watch where you're going, asshole!”
The man apologized before hurriedly walking out of the scene, afraid that Loid would pounce on him any time soon. Yor was still pressed against his body and she could feel his warmth, can feel the fast beating of his heart, and she could even smell his fucking cologne and she recalled that it was the one that she loved the most. It was his favorite. Every time he wore that cologne, they would end up tangled in their sheets, with Yor's lips tracing kisses all over his body like she was a starved woman who couldn't get enough of him.
She looked up and stared at Loid who stared back at her with so much softness that she felt like her heart was in the back of her throat. There was no denying that the man was handsome. Too handsome for his own good. With his blonde locks that were as soft as a feather, his chiseled face, his ocean blue eyes that she often finds herself getting lost in, and those goddamn lips. When was the last time she had the privilege to taste them? To feel them in her skin? To squirm as those lips wrapped around her cl–
Oh my fucking god. Now, she needs to get drunk. And possibly get laid.
Yor blushed. She pushes herself away from his grip. If Loid was disappointed at the sudden loss of contact, he didn't show it, “I…I should go back to our table now,” she said, her voice so low that she doubted if Loid heard her properly, “Enjoy your night and congratulations on winning the case.”
He nodded and there was a hint of emotion in his eyes that she couldn't name, “Call me if you need anything.”
She nodded. Not that she'll call him or what. Because for some reason, seeing him tonight makes her want to jump on him and just kiss the hell out of him.
This is Olka and Camilla’s fault!
She was drunk.
So goddamn drunk.
She couldn't erase the image of Loid looking at her earlier in her mind. Add to the fact that he's still here and she can feel him watching her. Their eyes met several times already and Yor was so sure that if he didn't leave any time soon, she'll do something she'll regret. She couldn't understand why she was suddenly feeling like this. She sees him all the time! They take turns in taking care of Anya! But not once did she think about kissing him again because one, they're not together anymore, and two, they decided to stay as civil as they could possibly be for their daughter. They weren't friends anymore. They barely talk when Anya leaves them alone. They only talk when Anya is involved. So what was happening to her now?
Camilla and Olka both abandoned the dance floor and continued drinking with her. The two cheered happily when she started chugging the alcohol as her life depended on it. But if she's going to choose between wanting to kiss Loid again or getting drunk, she'll choose the latter.
She just hopes she won't wake up with a hangover.
“I miss him!” Camilla cried and Yor was suddenly pulled back to reality. She forced herself to focus on her crying friend and not on her ex-husband whose stares linger at the back of her neck.
“He’s just on a bishness trip, Cami! ” Olka slurred, her pale hands cradling the bottle of liquor they had ordered five minutes ago.
“But I miss him!” Camilla cried, “I need him so bad.”
Yor blushed at Camilla’s choice of words. Not that it felt inappropriate in a place like this (because she can see people actually making out on the dancefloor and she knows they’re one kiss away from having sex) but because Yor understands what Camilla is feeling.
Yor need someone so bad right now as well.
And she can’t deny that that someone was Loid Forger.
Damn him and his handsome face!
Yor drank more as Olka tried to calm Camilla. Yor looked around the place and saw the priceless happiness of everyone in the club. She felt her chest tightened. When was the last time she felt that happy?
“Let’s dance,” she suddenly said. Olka and Camilla’s eyes widened.
Camilla sniffed before wiping her tears away, “Hell yeah, let’s do it!”
The three of them danced like nobody was watching. Yor sang her heart out as the DJ played one of her favorite songs. Her body swayed with the music and she closed her eyes, not caring about anyone right now. When a man approached Olka, she and Camilla smirked at her. Olka laughed before accepting the man’s invitation to dance. Not long after, Camilla was also dancing with another man. Yor didn’t even bother stopping her because as much as Camilla likes Dominic, they weren’t a couple to begin with…just two people in a fuck buddy situation.
Ha. Maybe that’s what Yor need now. A fuck buddy.
She continued dancing even without her friends’ company. She’s slowly feeling tired but she didn’t stop dancing. She let herself get lost in the music. She found herself smiling. This , she thinks, is what it feels like to live again.
The alcohol’s effect worsened because of her dancing but she couldn’t care less. Thank god she chose to drink because otherwise, she’d end up sitting and sulking. The last thing she ever needs is to succumb to the loneliness that she’s feeling.
Her breathing hitched when a hand suddenly pressed into her waist. She turned around and was about to punch the person who had the audacity to touch her without her permission but stopped when she saw Loid standing in front of her, his eyes serious as he stared at her. She felt herself swallowed.
“You’re still here?” she asked. Loid's jaw clenched.
“How can I leave? With you dancing and looking gorgeous while doing it?” he said, his voice thick and Yor felt a tingle in her body.
“I can take care of myself, Loid. I’m not a kid anymore.”
“I know,” he said and pressed himself closer to her. The sudden contact made her heart jump, “I don’t doubt it. But I just can’t stay away.”
Before Yor realizes it, they are already moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. She inhaled sharply before pulling Loid closer to her, her arms circling around his neck. Loid grits his teeth as he nuzzles his nose on her hair, his breath tickling her ear.
“Are you drunk?” Yor asked. She felt him nod, “Good. ‘Cause I am too.”
Loid pressed his forehead against hers. She stared into his eyes as his hands were busy caressing her lower back. When his hands suddenly stopped, she pulled him closer, her chest pressed against him, “If you stop touching me, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Loid curses. Yor waits.
Then she closed her eyes when their lips finally met. Oh, how could she ever forget the feeling of his lips against hers? How his kisses ignited the fire inside her. How his lips devoured her like a man deprived of food and water? How his tongue would make her feel heated? She kissed him back with the same intensity, her breasts crushed against his chest. When she felt something poking her, she moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Loid said as they both catch their breath, “I…I need you so bad,” he groaned before crashing his lips against hers again. Yor smirked at the kiss as her hand caressed his chest.
“Let’s get out of here,” she said into their kiss.
She knows she’s going to regret this the next day.
But choosing between regretting not kissing him or regretting kissing him, Yor knew that if she’s going to have regrets, might as well bring home the big guns.
Which is why she’s inside Loid’s room now. Her eyes closed tightly and she moaned shamelessly as Loid ate her pussy like his life depended on it. The feel of his tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her almost made her delirious. Sex with Loid was always so fucking fantastic that she didn’t know how she was able to live without it. He worshipped every part of her and she knows there wasn’t any part of her body that was left untouched by him. He owns her, married or not, she knows she’ll never find anyone as great as Loid Forger.
Yor grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him back to her, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. She could taste herself against his mouth which only turned her on even more. With her strength, she pushed him back to his bed and hurriedly unbuckled his belt. Loid helped her undress himself. When she finally got to remove his underwear, his cock came face-to-face with her. She looked up and saw him staring at her with so much anticipation that she couldn’t help but smirk. Before he can say something, she was already sucking him off, her lips circled around his length. Loid moaned so loud that she felt her pussy clenched. Oh, she loves it when he’s like this. Completely at her mercy.
Loid's hand grabbed her hair and guided her ministrations. When she took him so deep that he could feel the back of her throat, he closed his eyes.
“Fuck, Yor. You’re so fucking good.”
Yor let him out with a pop and he whined. She crawled on top of him and settled on his lap, her wet pussy rubbing against his hard cock. Yor moved her hips and they both moaned at the friction. Loid reached for her breasts and sucked one of her nipples making her moan so loud that she was just thankful that Loid’s room is soundproof, otherwise, she would’ve woken up all the residents in Berlint.
“Will you let me fuck you, sweetheart?” Loid groaned as his fingers dug into her hips, helping her move, “Will you let me fuck you so deep you’ll feel it for days?”
She was wet more than ever. His filthy mouth would always turn her on. She bit his lower lip eliciting a moan from him, “I’d be mad if you don’t.”
Cursing, Loid lifted her up and lay her back on his bed, and without any warning, he entered her pussy which made the both of them moan.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as his hips moved and Yor felt so full and the pleasure was so intense that she was sure she was on the verge of crying. She glanced down and the sight of his cock entering her pussy made her moan. When Loid’s finger pressed her clit, she bit back a curse.
“Harder, darling,” she moaned and he didn’t need to be told twice. He pounded her pussy so hard that she started to see stars. When Loid lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulders, she screamed at the change of position, his cock hitting a delicious spot inside of her.
He rammed to her hard and fast, the bed squeaking, her breasts bouncing up and down, and Loid thought she was a sight to behold. He kissed her ankle as he pounded on her continuously.
When Yor’s fingers scratched his chest, he gritted his teeth as he moved faster. Yor came without any warning and he closed his eyes as her pussy clenched against his cock. He inhaled sharply as he pulled away and Yor immediately wrapped her hand around his cock, driving him to his orgasm.
Loid fell beside Yor, both of their chests heaving as they tried their best to catch their breaths.
“We’re gonna regret doing this tomorrow, right?” she asked. He bit his lower lip.
“Probably,” he said (he won’t. Although he didn’t say that out loud. He moved to his side and pulled Yor closer to him. He kissed her again, this time doing it gently, loving the way she kissed him back like their lips were always meant for each other.
“But that’s still tomorrow, right?” He asked. Yor laughed before pulling him again.
Camilla : I saw you leave with a man. GO GET THAT DICK, BABE!
Olka: Don’t forget to bring condoms!!!!!!!!