Throwback from my archives : September 2019

Revisting my old writing and this brought back a lot of good memories. Please enjoy 😊

Titled: “Don’t worry; I’m here…” 💙

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Book: The Elementalists

Ship: Beckett and MC

~all characters belong to pixelberry

Rating: mature**adult

Summary: started off as ‘do you want to dance?’ kinda thing, but instead became this really sweet but pretty funny story that i built up from beckett staying by our side. there’s a lot of blushing, sweetness, and fun surprises (& it also gets a little steamy in spots, especially at the end there. ;) ..i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you find it just as hilarious and get a good laugh but find it really sweet and endearing too) .. please be kind <3 i’d love to know your favorite part :) x

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“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. Why are you crying?” He reaches up and gently wipes away the tears that are rolling down my face.

His hands are soft on my cheeks. “Talk to me, please.” He says, taking my hand from my lap; his touch is warm and comforting. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

It’s not until now that I get a good look at what he’s wearing. He’s got a pair of casual jeans on that are stained a dark, deep blue and a tee that has the emblem ‘Penderghast College’ on the side of the sleeve.

Gosh, does he look handsome. It’s so nice to see him in something casual. Although, if I am being honest, he does look so handsome in everything.

I hesitantly start to tell him what’s on my mind, not wanting to bother him with my problems.

“It’s just that since that bad fight with Raife, I thought things would get easier. I mean, I know we took him down... I thought that maybe we’d get a break from people trying to attack us. I—I just...” I sniff.

I lose my resolve, and I know that if I keep on talking, I won’t be able to stop. I don’t want to put that on him. I feel more tears coming.

“You know what, Beckett,” I say, getting up abruptly. “I can’t do this. I can’t have this conversation. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. It’s ok.” I pull away, standing up and turning for my room. I’m a little embarrassed to be running away like this, but I’m thinking that’s what’s best.

“Don’t push me away. Please,” He says ‘please’ quietly. I hear the fabric of his pants shuffling, knowing he must be getting up.

“I just want to be there for you.” I pause at his words.

“You make me feel safe. You’ve shown me what love can feel like, and now I want to show you that I love you and I could be there for you too.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek and turn back to him and meet his tender hazel eyes.

“Beckett,” I look a little closer at his understanding features, “Beckett are- are you crying?”

We meet, and he takes his hands in mine.

We’re both standing. Face to face now. I feel the heat of his body pressed up against mine. His heart pounding in his chest.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” He says, brushing a piece of stray hair away from my face and gently holding my cheek in his palm.

“You make me a better man; I don’t know what I would do without you.” My grip on his hand tightens at his words. At his pure, raw emotion.

I lean into his hand, resting on my face, closing my eyes.

His voice is deep and husky as he continues on, “So many times you’ve let me lean on you when things got tough,” He gently rubs his thumb over my cheek. “That whole thing with Katrina and me worrying about not being a good enough Harrington and living up to my family’s name-“ He says, pulling away a bit to rub the back of his neck with one hand, “All I know is that I am crazy about you, and I want you to feel like you could do the same thing if you needed me. That you can turn to me and talk about things.”

I take a deep breath, feeling his words go straight to my core, and I wipe away the rest of my tears. New ones forming at his words, but it’s a different kind of tears this time. Tears of hope and love. His words make me feel a warmth in my chest. I know he will be there for me. I know that he’s really, truly going to be there now, no matter what or no matter how difficult things get. He will be there, holding my hand along the way. And that’s all I needed to hear.

“You don’t even have to say anything if you don’t want to talk about it. But know that I am here for you if you do.”

I feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders, knowing that this won’t be too overwhelming for him.

I am now looking into his eyes and feeling his hands in mine, and it feels right. It feels real. Because it is real.

“Thank you, Beckett, I- that really means a lot to me,” I say, holding his gaze.

“We’ll get through this. Together.” He says, giving me a light kiss. “You know…” he continues on, “…you could say I’m pretty fond of you.” He says with a smirk.

“Ohh ghezz,” I say, laughing, rolling my eyes, sniffling again from my leftover cry.

“Thanks, Beckett…”

I pull my hair back a little, and I feel all of the tension release from my shoulders.

“What! It’s true!!” He puts his hand on my chin, gently tilting my head back to look into my eyes, bringing my attention back to him. “I meant that in a good way. In the best way possible. I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too… Kiss me?” I say breathless, looking into his eyes, dropping my hair.

“Are- are you sure?” There is nothing but affection and adoration mirrored in his eyes as he looks at me. “You were just so sad a minute ago; I wouldn’t want to-,” He says with his cheeks a little flushed.

“Of course I’m sure, Beck, I love you too, and I’m ok… I will be ok. And we will get through this together. I know that for sure now. I’m still scared, but I want to live in the moment. Having you here, safe, with me- is all I could need.”

He gently runs his hand along my cheek and curves his hand under my ear to the back of my neck.

“And it’s not like we haven’t kissed before,” I say, running my hands up his chest and around his neck, “So, kiss me,” I say with a little teasing smirk.

“Well, if that’s what you want, then who am I to deny you of that...” He leans in, capturing his mouth with mine.

I run my hands down his chest, feeling his heart beat a mile a minute beneath his tee. He holds me tight in his arms, still kissing me and running his hands through my hair. Continuing his journey down, he reaches my sides.

He flips the music on with some air magic, and the classic by Ben E. King, “Stand by Me,” comes on… Perfect. Song. I don’t even care if it’s a little corny because that is perfect. How did he even do that? I gotta learn that trick.

🎶...When the night has come, and the land is dark, and the moon is the only thing I see..🎶No, I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid..🎶..Just as long as you stand, stand by me🎶

I feel my back arch into his touch. His lips move as he trails kisses down the side of my neck and behind the back of my ear, cutting me off from my thoughts.

Nipping lightly at the skin there, I close my eyes and sink into his embrace.

🎶So darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me Oh stand by me, stand by me🎶

His voice is low and husky, nothing more than a whisper, when he says, “I want you... so badly-“ I place my hand on top of his, sinking into the sensation of him holding me.

🎶if the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall..and the mountains should crumble to the sea..🎶I won’t cry, I won’t cry no I won’t shed a tear, just as long as you stand stand by me🎶

I run my hands back up his chest again, feeling his muscles twitch under my touch.

Popping off his button with a quick flick of my wrist and some air magic. “See, you are getting good at this ‘magick’ thing… I barely even felt that unbutton.” “HA HA, very funny, Beck...” I say a little breathless, trailing my hands under his shirt.

His hands find my-

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realized you weren’t alone,” We both gasp and break apart quickly, trying to straighten ourselves out. Beckett quickly shuts off the song.

We look, and there’s Shreya standing in the doorway of her bedroom, hand on her hip, in her pajamas.

“Apparently...” She continues on, “…the answer was until your sister came home,” she says, gesturing towards the front door and trying to contain a laugh.

Oh my god, when did she get here!

Beckett and I both look at each other. My hair must be a mess. His cheeks are red with embarrassment, or is that because I was just kissing him? Hard to tell…

“Seriously!!?” comes from the other side of the room. Where we both turn and look to see Atlas. She is standing there with a big bag of potion supplies. The door is still open into the hallway and is held open by her back.

Her hands are full, trying to juggle it all. There is also a cart with wheels full of all kinds of Knick knacks for potion brewing on it. Beckett, out of instinct, starts to get up to help her. “Here, let me help you-“

“Nope- stay right where you are, Harrington… I’ve got this.” She says, holding up a hand before he gets too far. I get up too.

“Oh-uh, ok, I guess...” Beckett says, unsure, rubbing the back of his neck. Still obviously concerned. It looks like she bought out the whole store!

“Really, Atlas, it looks like you are carrying a lot there. Let us help you,”

“No, no, dear sister, I’ve got it.” She says, a little annoyed, but I grab the cart anyway and start rolling it towards her room.

Aster, who is standing in the hall, squeals a quick ‘hi’ with a wave and scurries away after getting a feel for the situation. All I could say is that she practically left skid marks.

Closing the door softly but very quickly, my sister shuffles her way over to her room, averting her gaze away from Beckett and me the whole way.

Beckett is watching us waiting to jump in to catch something if we drop it. I’m just rolling the cart, but Atlas is like a balancing act over there with all of that stuff.

“It’s like,” She looks at her watch, “12:30 in the morning!” She says now with her elbow up in the air, covering her eyes, still trying to navigate her way through the room.

“I would ask what you are still doing up, but well, uh-“ She gestures towards our direction, “I kinda figured that one out on my own… don’t ya think?” She says as she continues trying to bring stuff in to fill in the silence. ‘Her snark is unmatched.’ I think to myself.

Neither of us answers her as she steps around the furniture in the room like a toddler learning to walk as she continues on, “And I’ll have you know… Woah!“ She almost trips, catching herself (I swear- like a ninja!)

Both me and Beckett jump over to help her. But she pops right back up again.

Giving up on the hand over the face thing, she puts her arm down abruptly to her side.

“You really need to do a headcount of us, so you know where we are and that you are in the “all clear’.”

She lost her perception of the room stumbling around like that, so once she finds us, she straightens her posture and goes on saying, “I’ll have you know some of us have to get up early tomorrow morning.” She says, walking back to her door.

“Uh, ok, but um, Atlas, can I just say that was seriously impressive!! You caught yourself like a ninja! What if you fell and broke your toe!” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, rolling the cart into her bedroom.

“You didn’t need to have your hands over your eyes. We weren’t even doing anything that bad..” I continue on.

Shreya holds back a smirk looking very amused, still standing in her doorway.

Atlas turns all the way around, doing a 180 to face us, still piling the stuff into her room. “Tell that to Harrington’s disheveled hair.” She goes into her room with the door still open. “I know there is no way he’d go out looking like that,” She says, calling from her desk. Beckett self-consciously goes to fix his hair, and his ears turn even more pink. I put a hand on his wrist to stop him. “I think it looks cute like that,” I say, running my hand up his wrist and straight into his hair, messing it up even more.

I run my fingers through it and revel on how it’s so soft. He leans into my touch. His shoulders seem to relax, and just all around seems to relax as a smile washes over his face. He sits back into the couch with a smirk on his face. Looking satisfied with being able to be himself around me.

“Can’t you at least wait until I shut the door before you decide to pounce on each other like that!” Atlas says, interrupting the moment by coming back into the room to get one last bag.

“We’ll try to be more careful next time, Atlas,” I say, trying to hide a chuckle calling over my shoulder.

“That would be deeply appreciated.” She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Beckett is now a deep shade of red again. Having finally gotten everything into her room now, she closes her door with a huff.

Beckett and I are left sitting on the couch. The first thing I do is burst out laughing.

“Oh my God! That was so embarrassing!”

He’s a lot more relaxed now; in fact, it looks like he’s just about ready to burst out laughing into next week along with me.

Running a hand through his mused hair, I can tell that he’s stressed a little but also had not a care in the world.

“Ya know,” We both jump. Shreya’s still standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip. I almost forgot she was there. She’s trying to contain a laugh but failing miserably.

“I was just gonna suggest that you two go take this to your room so that it would be quieter, and I didn’t hear you two love birds going at it.. but that whole-“ she waves her hand around with a hard chuckle “…exchange with your sister was priceless.”

She says, turning around to go back into her room. “Better than any tv show I’ve ever seen.” She calls out from over her shoulder.

“Goodnight, Shreya,” I say with a teasing tone, rolling my eyes. I also fix my hair a little more.

“Oh, and Harrington,” She says, turning back to us, “Your button is still undone. Better be more careful with that.” She says, laughing, giving me a pointed look, eyebrows raised. I can’t help but laugh.

“Goodnight, Shreya…”

She closes her door, and we are finally left alone again.

He fixes his button. Poor Beckett is so red at this point; it looks like he’s going to stay that way forever.

He lets out a breath that I bet he doesn’t realize he was holding, and I gently send some of my air magic his way.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“I thought you needed some air,” I say, aiming some of my current at his brown locks.

“Hey! I’ll have you know- this look isn’t achieved with air magick.” He grins, “it’s achieved by my girlfriend.” He says with a huge adoring smile across his face, empathizing the word ‘girlfriend.’

“Beckett,” I say, running my hands up his chest, “…How do you go from one minute being all flustered and shy,” I say, running my hand over his cheek, which are still a little warm to the touch from being so red “…to the next minute being so… smooth?” I run my hands over his strong shoulders. “You just continue to surprise me.”

I give him a kiss on his nose. “Oh… and by the way… I love it when you call me that,” I smile at him.

“What when I call you my girlfriend?” He says with a mischievous grin, putting his hand gently on the edge of my chin, framing my face. His next words come out slow as he looks down at my lips… “I am aware that you love it. I love it too… and you…”

We both look into each other’s eyes for a moment, then blink and look away off to the side, a little flustered.

“The way you smile like that..” He says, scrubbing the back of his neck.. “it always turns me on.” He looks down, a little embarrassed, breaking eye contact, and I can’t help but notice his impressive bulge.

He gives me a quick kiss on my temple, trying to shake it off.

“But it’s fine…” He says.

Grabbing the sides of his face, I give him a passionate kiss, one filled with love and promise. A little startled at first, he kisses me back with just as much intensity. I run my fingers up through his hair, taking a deep breath.

His hand finds my knee, slipping it slowly up my leg but with conviction—the other hand in my hair.

“God, that feels so good. Keep on kissing me.” I say, moaning in between kisses.

“Don’t make a sound, or we’ll get caught again...” He says, never breaking his stride, rocking into me.

He finds my center through my clothes, and my breath hitches as he gently rubs the sensitive skin there. I find myself rocking too. “Oh my God, yes, Beckett… Don’t stop,” I say, leaning into his touch once again.

My head drops to his shoulder as he’s hovering above me.

I find that I’m like putty in his hands as I am pressing my chest up against his. Almost subconsciously, I arch my back… my neck…

Kissing me in the curve of my neck, his head is buried into my hair. All while still hovering above me, he holds onto me around my waist with his other hand. Slowly, he inches his hand up and starts palming my breast, and I feel myself moan under his touch, his warm breath in my ear…

At hearing me moan, he lowers me down onto the couch, so he’s hovering above me, and I’m laying back now. And he starts rubbing me through my clothes. Not only his body weight, but I feel the weight of something else pushing into my thigh. Oh my god… I rub around the back of his shoulders, and he moans too.

I can feel how much he wants me… his body weight is on top of me. I know how much I want him, and I know he must feel it too.

“As much…” I start to say between kisses, “…as I don’t want this to stop,” in a light whisper… I lose track of my thoughts with a light gasp as he’s peppering light kisses along my neck and down my chest. His hand makes its way back to being intertwined with my hair again, kissing me hard. My breath catches as he finds just the right spot…

“Oh my God, Beckett… you are making this so hard,” I say, grinding myself against him one last time, grabbing his butt.

So hard.

Boom boom boom

Pounding comes from the other end of Atlas’ door. We break our kiss, and his hand moves up my thigh, and he grabs my butt now, leaning his forehead against mine.

Both of us are breathing heavily now. I can’t believe I forgot about her again…

“I think we better call it a night,” I say, gently rubbing his face.

“I know...” “I just…” “…had to get,” “one last…” “…kiss in,” He says husky, in between more light peppering kisses.

Leaning back a bit, he gets his composure and moves on. “I uh-“ he clears his throat again, “-agree, actually. I don’t think I can handle another lecture from your sister.”

He says, running his hands through his hair, both of us laughing, trying to get our breath back.

We gently separate from each other on the small couch.

“But I think I could literally kiss you all night, by the way...”

“I know. Me too. I love you, Beckett Harrington.”

“I love you too.”

We both (hesitantly, might I add) get up and head over to the door.

Beckett turns back around and finds my lips right away. Gently parting mine with his, I sink even more into his embrace. Feeling his deep moan in my chest, we break apart.

“Wow.” He says, pulling away, gently holding the side of my face in his palm, using his thumb to gently caress my cheekbone.

Our foreheads touch.

“Yeah. Wow.”

“I love you. So much. I really don’t want this to end.”

“Me neither,” I say with another quick kiss to his lips. “But, I’m your girlfriend now… sooo you know...” I say with a teasing tone in my voice, trying to lighten the mood, “-Anytime you’d like to… well, except when it’s,” I look at my phone, “…1 in the morning, and Atlas is within earshot…” I gesture towards her door, and we both chuckle a little bit, and I roll my eyes before going back to being serious again… “I’m here. I will always always be here for you, Beckett. As long as I can.”

He gently gives me one last squeeze and peck on the forehead before parting ways.

“Ok, but I’m definitely taking a raincheck.”

“Deal.”

As he heads down the hall, I get a quick glimpse of his face and see that his cheeks are pink. “Hey, Beckett!!” He looks turns around to look at me, and I give him a quick wink. “Goodnight.”

“I knew you were watching!” He says with a laugh, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red as he strolls down the hall.

..

Gosh, do I love that man…

..

Closing the door softly, I think about all of the good times ahead and how grateful I am to have such a wonderful, supportive man in my life. (Not to mention one that gives such good kisses.)

I head back to my room with a lingering smile on my face, shutting the light and closing the door lightly. I laugh lightly to myself with a deep breath, thinking about how we got disrupted. I hope that we can make up for that time later.

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