what is and what should never be
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And if you say to me tomorrow
Oh what fun it all would be
Then what's to stop us, pretty baby
But what is and what should never be

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POV: Hector White.

"You can't be serious, Hector."

She was arguing with me, but I grew weary of repeating myself. I held the ring that I had worn for the sake of my son for so long and examined it. The spot on my finger, where it had rested for years, was lighter than the surrounding skin, as if I had never taken it off.

"What will people think of our family?" she continued, her voice teary and familiar in its desperation.

"You didn't care about what people thought when you got pregnant with my brother's child, did you?" I looked at her without empathy. What was once my only muse now felt like an empty vessel, providing no inspiration.

She blushed, an ironic reaction from someone far from naive. "Archer has told me multiple times to divorce you, but I knew you'd do something to him if I did," I continued, taking charge of the conversation. "So, Elanor, what do you want?"

"This is ridiculous," she claimed, sensing the seriousness of my actions. I had never taken my ring off before now. "You can't leave me. I gave you all these years of my life."

"I can, and I will. I'm asking for the price."

"Is this because of your new little slu–"

"Do not go there. She has nothing to do with this." Thoughts of Audrey clouded my mind. Was she safe? Was Archer safe?

"Are you trying to make me jealous?"

That took me by surprise. I didn't know she could actually be so incredibly dense. "I haven't been interested in your affairs for a long time, Elanor. I want to go back to my son as soon as possible."

"I'll ruin you." My wife clenched her jaw as she finally realized that there was absolutely no way I was going back to what we had before. "There is no price, Hector, that you'll be able to pay."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." I replied coldly, placing my ring on the table and slowly walking away from her and whatever she had represented until that very second. 

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POV: Audrey Carter.

Tina and Paul had taken Archer to the karaoke with the rest of the team. I, on the other hand, risked it all and decided to wait for Mr. White in front of his family home. I couldn't stop thinking about him. About his bruised hand, about his hurting heart, about the fact that he had taken off his ring.

About how I didn't want to let her win. She wouldn't show up, would she? I caught myself thinking. Thankfully, she never did. Instead, I saw Hector approach the porch with his usual calm pace, as if nothing had happened. His finger was now naked, but somehow now that I saw it, it didn't feel like a victory at all.

He noticed me after quite a while and I assumed that he was probably not very clear headed at the moment. I didn't do anything to rush him, though. All I was there for was to make him look at me so he could feel again.

"I was worried about your hand." I tried to justify my presence, but his faint smile made me realize that he wasn't falling for it.

"Is Archer home?"

"No, he joined the team for karaoke. He really needed it."

"I'm in love with you, Audrey."

My eyes jolted upwards, looking for his. My heart dropped and my stomach twisted. I felt all the emotions build up inside me, negative and positive, and I trembled in front of him like an autumn leaf. A shiver ran through my whole body, and I slowly walked towards him until my forehead met his chest. He hugged me tightly and I finally could bring my guard down.

"I don't want her to hurt you."

"She won't."

"Can you just be mine already?"

"I am."

"Completely?"

"I am, Audrey."

I'd never felt so drawn to someone in my life as I did at that moment. His hands went down my body, tightening into fists as they reached my hips, gripping my skirt so my cheeks were practically exposed to everyone. I pressed myself against him as we shared a passionate kiss, feeling a mix of desire and fragility.

The world around us seemed to fade away as Hector and I embraced in that moment. His lips on mine spoke of longing and intensity, and I reciprocated with a fervor that mirrored my feelings. The worries and uncertainties melted away, and for that brief interlude, it was just us, caught in the whirlwind of emotions.

"Fuck, I missed that scent so much." While diving into my red locks, he muttered. His breath felt warm against my ear. His fingers moved up and down the base of my white lingerie, pressing slightly harder when they reached my clitoris. Already desperate to cum, I began to swing my hips to match his rhythm. When Hector pushed the fabric aside and was met with my pink, drenched lips, he only made it harder for me to keep my composure.

I moved away from him as soon as I noticed the huge bulge press against the lining of his pants. He was so hard. "I've missed you entirely." As I crawled over to him, my skirt was on the bottom of my torso, leaving my ass completely exposed. He was looking at it through the reflection in the mirror at the far end of the hall. I placed both of my hands on his knees and slid down his thighs until I reached the waistband of his boxers underneath his unbuckled pants.

He exhaled as soon as I gripped his thick length in my left hand, while maintaining my right hand balanced on his thigh. I went down on him, clawing his clothes and taking his entire cock between my lips, producing a wet groan that made me shake with excitement. For a few seconds, half of it vanished, just to appear again. Repeating the motion, I could feel my mind go black, drunk from his flavor and the sounds he would make.

"Sweetheart," He struggled as he clutched my hair, trying to keep it out of my face but also to force himself just a little bit into my cheek. I wasn't highly skilled at what I was doing, but he seemed to enjoy every minute of it, as he barged in and out of my mouth. My tongue wrapped around him, tracing the contour of his tip and the vein that ran across his length. His cock pulsated, as if it was about to explode any time. "You're going to make me cum,"

His words fogged my thoughts, and I began sucking harder, ignoring my urge to pull away every time he neared my throat. He yanked me away by my hair and gasped as he watched the white, dense fluid run all over my chest. His legs tensed as he orgasmed, and I only added to the agony by grasping his dick and jerking it a little since it was still sensitive. Panting with ecstasy, I eased down till it felt like he had ejaculated to the last drop. I was one touch away from finishing.

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Hector's competent, experienced mouth soon consumed what was left of my rationality. He seized my big cheeks and ate my orgasm away. The tip of his tongue went around my little button, making it hot and throbbing. Mr. White seemed to be equally ready as I was, since he paused his actions just to climb on top of me and use his hips to make his way between my legs.

"This is heaven." I overheard him whispering.

His hands were all over my body as he entered me, and my glances were languid, trying urgently to capture what he was feeling. His left fingers played with my nipple, first through the fabric of my dirty shirt, then beneath it as he grew impatient. He didn't wait much before he started pounding in and out, going all the way back just so I could fully take him in again. My wet walls welcomed him and embraced his shape as if it was meant to fit me.

I couldn't keep my voice down, my moans were damp against his ear. I had just orgasmed, but the pleasure in my abdomen was increasing as he began to go so hard that we were sliding higher on the entrance floor. I wrapped my legs around his torso, trying frantically not to let him move too far away.

"You're doing so well," He praised me, and that was all it took for a rush of pleasure to rush through my thighs and into my pulsing clitoris. My hands fell, trying to hold his strong ass so I could drag him in more forcefully.

"Hector," At last, I could claim his name as mine. "Hector, I'm going to cum again," I couldn't feel any shame at this point as I swayed my hips like an untamed animal, losing control of the pace. Until that point, I didn't even know that sex could feel so good.

"Why don't you go on and cum for me, then?" Again, his whispers sent shivers down my whole body, and made me almost consider the option of letting him shoot inside for just this once. Hector, on the other hand, drew out of me and rubbed his cock against my soaked lips, the tip hitting on my swollen button. It just took a few short seconds of humping for me to give in to the second climax. I trembled all over, my legs capturing his hips firmly and as soon as he felt me spasming beneath him, he lost control as well, and came with the same intensity all over my lower stomach, unable to keep his ferocious groans to himself.

We were both struggling to breathe as we slowed down and studied one other. He didn't have to tell me; I could see he was considering his next move.

It's okay, Hector, I told myself as I took his hand in mine; you don't have to manage things on your own anymore.

My writer, I will guide you to all of your solutions. I'll be your sole Muse, and you'll use this hand to shape me. 

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