As he straightened in his chair, his fingertips slid away from her wrist, and she almost snatched them back.
“If you had other reasons, though, that’s fine too.” His voice became oddly formal then. Solemn, as if their dinner together held more meaning for him than she’d realized. “And if this is the last time we meet, please know it was an honor to spend the evening with you, April Whittier. AKA Unapologetic Lavinia Stan.”
She’d given him a final chance, and he’d taken it.
Now she had hers.
Shewasn’t hesitating another moment.
“Let’s do a second date,” she told him. “Are you free the day after tomorrow?”
That smile. Fuck, that smile.
It banished the shadows in the dim restaurant. Lit his eyes. Turned her buoyant and giddy, light as helium, as his hand reached for hers again and tethered her safely to the earth.
“Yes,” he said, his fingers interlacing with her own. “Yes. For you, I’m free.”
Rating: Explicit
Fandoms:Gods of the Gates – E. Wade, Gods of the Gates (TV)
Relationships: Aeneas/Lavinia, Lavinia & Turnus, Aeneas & Venus, Aeneas & Jupiter
Additional Tags:Alternate Universe – Modern,Sex Work,Explicit Sexual Content,Dirty Talk,Porn with Feelings, Angst and Fluff and Smut,Hurt/Comfort,The Author Regrets Nothing,Except Maybe All Her Previous Life Choices That Led to This Fic,Hard to Say Really,But Seriously Prepare for the Smutathon
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Pretty Man
Unapologetic Lavinia Stan
Summary:
When Aeneas arrives in Latium upon the orders of his mother and grandfather, he finds himself disoriented, guilt-stricken, and without enough resources to survive. Unless, of course, he uses the one resource he values least: his astounding handsomeness.
Luckily, his first sex work client is Lavinia. He won’t need another.
Notes:
This is not at all accurate when it comes to sex work, I’m certain, as I wanted to keep things fluffy. But I did intend to explore how two people defined by their appearances in totally opposite ways could find comfort and love and a sense of self-worth through the medium of sex.
Aeneassees the woman before she spots him. And she is definitely looking for him, or someone like him; there’s no doubt about that. No woman comes to this street at this time of night for anything other than what he can offer: sex. For a price.
He hasn’t decided on that price yet. This first night, he intends to play it by ear.
Once he sees her face under a streetlight, pale and crooked and homely, he knows: she’ll pay plenty. This one act should make him enough for a night at a hotel, at least. And in return for shelter, he’ll give her the best fuck of her life.
“No need to keep looking, sweetheart,” he calls out from the shadows. “Here I am.”
Only, once she sees him too, she laughs and keeps walking.
“Too pretty for me,” she calls over her shoulder, and he finds himself somehow startlingly indignant.
“Excuse me,” he huffs.
“Consider yourself excused,” she says, not looking back, and without quite understanding why, he discovers he wants to change her mind.
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