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— gluggaveðer —
(pronoun) literally "window-weather" - the type of weather that is best appreciated indoors
origin ; icelandic
We were driving on the 75, on the way to Siesta Key. My feet were up on the dash and Phoenix was driving pretty wild. The freeway was absolutely empty, no other car except ours. We were rocking out to James Bay's Wasted on Each Other. I was singing along softly but as Phoenix started singing rather loudly, I started belting out the lyrics.
The sun was shining, the roof of the convertible was down, but we were both out of Starbucks.
"We're pulling over on the next rest stop, baby. I need to use the washroom and a bloody Starbucks refill," Phoenix stated as his hand rested on my thigh.
"Okay," I smiled in his direction.
"Let's go," he came by my door and opened it for me. He wrapped his arm around my waist once I stepped out. We walked into Starbucks together, immediately turning heads. I took note of all the guys staring in my direction and all the girls in Phoenix's. What a damn unsettling feeling.
Phoenix gripped my waist tighter as he sent glares to everyone surrounding us, "Stay here and don't move, I'll be quick," he whispered hurriedly.
"Can't make any promises there, but okay," I stated through gritted teeth as I stared down two guys in particular. They were sitting in swivel chairs and a glass table was situated in the middle of them. They each had a colourful drink sitting on the table, they both had a cigarette, and they both were staring at me.
"Oh, go to hell already," I muttered under my breath, my eyes narrowing to slits at the two guys. They were blatantly staring at me, snickering about something and it fucking irked me!
"Oh fuck it," I said through gritted teeth and despite Phoenix's word, got up from the barstool. Time to be a bitch.
"Hello, beautiful," the one on the right winked.
"Hey, what drink is this?" I picked up the dark red drink.
"It's the blueberry pomegranate iced tea infusion," the one on the left answered while he was undressing me with his bloody eyes.
"Oh! I love that drink," I chimed obnoxiously.
"You'll also love when I fuck that pink pussy of yours later," he winked. I'm about to cut his throat.
I laughed wholeheartedly as I took off the lid of the cup.
"Is that so?" I ask in a sardonic tone. Before he could answer, the tall drink was poured over his head and I smirked as it ran down his short sleeved button up. He asked for it.
"Do you know who the hell I am?" I asked tauntingly. The guy on the right stood up, attempting to look intimidating; but I wasn't having it.
"I am Adrianna Vasiliev, face of Vasiliev and Co. What are you going to do? Would you like to fucking try me asshole," I sneered as he sat back down, in turn looking intimidated.
"Étoile," Phoenix breathed by my side, "Are you okay?" He didn't look mad, with me at least as he sent the two guys murderous glares.
"I'm okay," I nodded my head with a small smile, "Just making sure certain people know not to fuck with me."
"Do not fucking talk to my girl," Phoenix sneered lastly before whisking me away toward the counter with his arm around my waist.
The barista stared at us as if we were royalty and quite frankly, the girl looked rather frightened.
"I'll have a venti frappe, dark with whip and caramel."
"N-name," the girl asked, the stutter making her said fright evident.
"Worthington," he stated in all nonchalance whilst her eyes widened as she quickly scribbled his name.
"And what do you want, étoile?" I stared at him quizzically for a moment - we already had Starbucks three times all of which he paid for; so I muttered, 'it's okay.' He gave me a pointed look before rolling his eyes and opening his mouth to speak.
"I know you want one," he uttered in my ear.
"But I don't have my wallet," I replied in a small voice, looking up at him.
This resulted in a throaty laugh from him as I frowned, "She'll have a peach citrus white tea infusion with lemonade sweetened," he said and the barista nodded frantically.
"Name?"
"Worthington," he answered as his hand left my waist to pull out his wallet.
"Why ask me what I want when you already know," I questioned with a playful glare as we waited for our drinks. Before he could give me his cheeky answer, they called his name and he grabbed our drinks.
We walked out hand in hand and I spoke as he opened the car.
"Do you want me to drive?"
"Why would I want you to do that?"
"You've been driving for three hours already," I frowned, "you should take a break," I finished softly.
"Baby, it's okay, I'm okay," he says, leaning in and caging me between his body and the car, "it's okay, love. I want you to relax and I'm fine driving, don't worry about me. I had more than a lovely nights' rest," he stared at me with dark eyes.
Both of our drinks were momentarily forgotten on the hood of his car. We both stared at each other with equally hooded eyes, glazed over with lust and love.
He leaned down, pulling my lips in his softly; his hands travel down the sides of my body, resting lightly above my arse. My hands immediately went around his neck and I kissed him back ferociously.
"I love you," I murmured in between our kisses.
"And I love you," he placed one last chaste kiss against my lips before pulling away all together. "Now, étoile, get your cute arse in the car and let me drive my queen away to paradise," he whined at the end, staring down at me. I got on my tip-toes, placing a light kiss on his cheek before grabbing my drink and getting in. He got in his seat seconds later with a serene smile on his face and I loved it.
We were listening to Fade Out by James Bay and only an hour was left until we would be in Siesta. I was excited to say the least and I had absolutely no idea what Phoenix had planned. All he told me was that we were going to getaway for a few days in the famous Siesta Key.
Right now was just short of 4:30 and we'd reach around 5:30; it'd be perfect timing to hang out at the beach and catch the sunset.
Phoenix was gliding along the freeway, going 55 mph. His hand found my thigh and immediately my cheeks heat up. My eyes involuntarily closed behind my shades and I leaned back against the soft headrest.
"I love you, Adrianna," he said in a soft, silky tone. I smiled, knowing I was becoming crimson.
"And you're my everything, Phoenix," I replied sweetly.
"Say it again," he demanded, looking over at me.
"You are my everything, Phoenix Alexander Worthington."
"You sound like an angel when you say it," he smiled. He looked like he had the world in his hands; that he had nothing to worry about.
Another hour blurred past us and we were now driving in the heart of Siesta. The sun was shining and the salty ocean breeze was hitting me like a fragranced candle set aflame, sending me down a nostalgic road.
I still had absolutely no idea where Phoenix was driving us to and he didn't look like he was telling me either. But I wasn't complaining, the scenery as we cruised along the boulevard had me gaping in the passenger seat.
He continued driving straight along the freeway until we were practically at the very edge of the state of Florida. And he pulled into the driveway of a luxurious mansion. What the hell?
"We're here, étoile filante," he said with a small smile. My eyes widened, flickering back and forth between Phoenix and the mansion.
"W-We're staying, here?" I sputtered. I was not comprehending.
"Y-Yes," he tripped on his word as he laughed, his shoulders slightly shaking. His eyebrows were scrunched in such way as if he couldn't believe I'd asked such a question.
"You own a mansion, in Siesta Key?" I questioned incredulously.
"I absolutely hate saying this, but," he muttered, "I am Phoenix Worthington, aren't I?" He winked, whilst I giggled.
"Hold on," he looked at me quickly before adverting his eyes and pulling the key from the ignition and getting out the car. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion until moments later when he came around to my door and opened it for me.
"Let's go," he held out his hand for me to take. A squeal left my mouth when he picked me up in his arms bridal style.
Entering the mansion, a gasp left my lips at the modern elegance dressing. The living room walls were lined with mirrors, giving the illusion of a grander interior. Along with the many windows lining the walls as well, there were also numerous sky top windows. This mansion was an actual dream.
"I'll get our bags later," he muttered in my neck and kissed my skin. My head instinctively tilted back, giving him more access to neck and he certainly took advantage of it.
He walked us throughout the mansion, to the back and oh, my, god was it beautiful. The entire back of the mansion all the way around was just french window after window. In the very middle of them all was a french sliding door leading to the deck. They were all dressed in elegant ivory curtains and a classy chandelier hung in the middle of the of tall cathedral ceiling.
And the view, the view was absolutely and utterly breathtaking - an ocean view of the best beach in the states with the sparkling white quartz sand and shining sun.
"I-I can't believe this is yours," I whispered in awe.
"You like it, étoile filante," he questioned huskily, looking into my eyes with hooded ones. My cheeks heated up and a smile threatened to break free on my face as I nodded shyly, adverting my eyes.
"Let me take you to our room, Adrianna," my name rolled off his tongue as he dipped his head low and claimed my lips in his.
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next morning
My eyes fluttered open and a yawn immediately escaped my lips. Laying on my back, Phoenix's head was on my chest whilst our legs were tangled underneath the covers; his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist - as if he was afraid I'd disappeared.
My hand instinctively lifted to his luscious, soft hair and I ran my fingers through over and over again.
"Good morning, étoile filante," Phoenix's soft voice came out of nowhere.
"Good morning, Phoen," I replied just as soft. His fingers lightly grazed my thigh and goosebumps rose along my skin.
"Having fun admiring me," he chuckled. In response, I giggled and my eyes flickered up to the ceiling as my cheeks coloured crimson.
"It's okay, étoile, I adore you in every living moment," he chuckled again and lifted his head. Our faces were close in proximity, our breaths mingled together and he cupped my cheek.
"You look so breathtaking, you are so beautiful," his eyes filled with awe, "Sometimes I can't believe you're mine," he whispered. I stared back up at him wordlessly - I was rather unable to comprehend any words from the way he spoke with such intensity.
"But I think that about you all the time," I whispered back ardently with a faint smile.
"And why is that?" He questioned back with crinkled eyebrows, gently brushing my cheek.
"Because, you're Phoenix Worthington," I smiled.
"And you're Adrianna Vasiliev," he crinkled his brow once more with a grin, "The unbelievably sexy new CEO in the infamous business world." It was evident I was currently trying to fight off the face splitting threatening to show on my face by his words.
"Don't hide your smile, it's too fucking adorable," he buried his head in my neck as he chuckled. I broke out in full blown laughter feeling his chest vibrate against mine.
"Well, we have no food, so I guess we're making breakfast, étoile," he lifted his head and gave me no time to answer as he pressed his lips to mine.
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"I want scrambled eggs," I pouted, sipping my cranberry hibiscus tea as I leaned on the marble island counter.
"And I want you," he whispered huskily, cupping my exposed mounds from behind me.
"Mm- Phoenix!" I shrieked, almost spilling the scorching tea as he pressed his erection against my barely covered arse. Our bodies were completely aligned and it brought such a warm feeling inside my chest feeling his taut chest against my back.
"What, étoile," he asked tauntingly, spinning me around; a smirk rested on his face as he held my mounds.
"Y-You are not taking me in your kitchen!" I tried to say with power, slamming my mug on the counter beside me - it was wonders it didn't shatter. However, the controlling CEO had disappeared within me as the statement left my mouth as a moan.
"You don't seem so sure about that," he chuckled lightly. Our naked chests were perfectly aligned and the only cloth separating us completely was my lace thong. His hand groped my bare arse as his erection was pressed against my soaking heat. A whimper of need escaped my lips and he spanked me, hard.
"I know you want me, Adrianna," he growled in my ear. He attacked me, lifting me up on the counter, as his lips went to my neck and collarbone greedily.
"Tell me you want me too," he demanded as he took my breast in his mouth.
"P-Phoenix!" I screamed his name, grasping onto his shoulders.
"You can't resist me, étoile filante," he groaned, rubbing me through my thong, "God, you're always, so, fucking wet for me." I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he took my other breast in his mouth.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, he ripped my thong off my body and thrusted wholly and deeply inside of me.
"Phoenix, please," I begged. I had no idea what I was begging for.
"What do you want, baby," he questioned, gripping onto my waist tightly and thrusting faster.
"H-harder," I whimpered out of breath and he gripped my waist tighter. Surely there'll be bruises later.
"You like it rough, don't you baby," he taunted me, going harder and quicker.
"Y-Yes, yes," I screamed.
"P-Phoenix," I whimpered softly, burying my head in his neck.
"Yes, baby?" He slowed his pace, filling me more deeply than moments before.
"K-Kiss me," my voice quivered. His hands left my waist and he cupped my cheek, lifting my head.
"I love you, Adrianna," he moaned, pressing his lips to mine.
"I, love, you," I moaned messily through our kisses.
Neither of us pulled away, kissing each other passionately as if it were our last, as if we were each other's oxygen.
We kissed, moaning in each other's mouth as he stilled inside of me and I hit my high of ecstasy. His hands ran up and down my back soothingly and I couldn't help the moans falling relentlessly from my lips.
Silence nestled comfortable in the air amidst us as my head was once again buried in his neck and and his was buried in my hair. He was still inside of me and neither of us moved in the slightest.
"Adriannaa," came his soft whining voice after some moments.
"Yes, my love?"
"I want chocolate chip waffles with ice cream, caramel syrup, and sprinkles," he answered softly in a sad and boyish tone causing me me chuckle lightly and shake my head.
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just a sweet lil getaway scene for you all.
(^^^ phoenix's siesta key mansion idea)
(^^^ the back of his mansion, with all windows and a french door. [ a | n ] just an idea of the concept in my head)