Fate, My Elementals & I (Breaking Borders)

Big Plans

*** Evony's Pov***

I had no idea I could miss him so much after only ten days of separation. I am currently what most people would define as clingy due to my current position. As embarrassing as most people make it out to be, I am okay with being the girl hanging from her lover's neck, legs wrapped around his because she was too impatient for him to lift her properly andddddd.... well, I'm short. Cannon is around six-two, maybe a little taller. After I gave him the hardest kiss we ever had, since seductive flew out of the window with my awkwardness, I started peppering smooches all over his face. We were in his bedroom. When he arrived, I was in the middle of a session with a female Fatum who had suffered a fate similar to Cannon's birth-mother, minus the darkness, and though I wanted to be the first to see him, I knew he would rather I helped her.

He laughed merrily and lightly, letting me know he missed me too. Once I slid off of him, he got the space to do what he wanted. Which happened to be sitting on his bed, pulling me to straddle him and making out for at least ten minutes. My a$$ cheeks received a generous massage and my neck was given love bites, heading south to my cleavage until the door flung open. In walked Addy asking if Cannon got him the gum he asked for. Only to halt in both steps and speaking, sputtered an apology and asked if he should come back later.

Before Cannon could spill the snarky reply I am sure was coming due to his facial expression, I climbed off his lap, looking at him pointedly. He sighed and opened his bag, throwing a box at Addy, letting him know he got both flavors he asked for, but made sure to get twice the amount in his favorite flavor. Addanon said thanks, apologized for not knocking and left, without so much as a glance at me.

My joy from finally being with my Lake again, though still there, was overshadowed by the dumbest thing. "I didn't even know he liked gum that much. He has a favorite flavor too?" I thought out loud, not really expecting an answer from Canny, I just couldn't hold it in.

"Ummm..... yeah. It's awful too, like fiery mint. Bren jokes that the reason he likes it is because it reminds Addy of him," Cannon attempted to joke, nervously scratching behind his neck.

"Oh......." was all I could say, contemplating why Addanon couldn't at least try to be friends with me. I must have said that out loud because Cannon answered.

"Sprite honestly, he is loyal to you, to the cause. He's just all turned up and guilty about stringing along Josie as long as he has. That's about all that he can handle. If he got close to you.... Beautiful, confident, brilliant, caring Evony. You know, all us elementals idea of perfection," he laughed when I snogged his biceps, then continued, "He would have more baggage. He's just as attracted to you as the rest of us. He needs to end things with her first. So he won't feel like he is replacing her or cheating on her with you. In an odd way, he is respecting you too. He knows that he is torn right now. He isn't trying to give you false hope. Just give him some time and he'll come around."

"You're right. It just hurts that someone I'm supposed to be connected to can't have a conversation with me," I dejectedly voiced.

"Sprite.." before he could say anything more, a knock sounded. I yelled for them to come in and he looked none too pleased, but what can I say? I was so over that conversation. Devion and Brennon walked in, voicing that Addy never mentioned I was in there too. Causing me to feel more gloomy and Cannon to scowl.

"I take it back. He's a pr!ck. Let's maroon his idiotic self somewhere in the middle of an ocean," he whispered to me, his breath tickling my ear, making me giggle a little.

We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting. Discussing the lessons that Cannon missed. Then he informed us of the latest update on the mental institute he was investigating for any other Fatum, as well as his successful business deal. We spoke briefly about his Papa and how he didn't seem to care where he was at all, just that he showed up for the meetings and he had to be around for the holidays. The slight from Addanon had not faded, but I chose the happiness of being surrounded by the others.

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Sitting on the picnic blanket watching my guys play with kids was probably more of a turn on than watching them work out shirtless. Eight to ten packs covered in sweat, glistening in the noon sun, was a visual every woman should have the pleasure of experiencing, but there was something about watching these sexy, deadly men handle a bunch of rowdy seedlings, making them squeal in joy. Dev had miniature tornados picking them up and dumping them in an earthen pool controlled by Addy and Cannon. Swirling them around, making them giggle. Cannon was making aquatic animal shapes out of the water , dolphins taking some for a ride. While they tired out the munchkins, Bren was bar-be-queing and making smores without a second thought.

Watching how in control they were of their powers and confident of their creations, was something that leveled up my attraction to them, making the next few days all the more harder to think of. We were having our holiday celebrations early as Cannon had to be with his father until New Years and Addanon, well, he was finally going to see Josie. Remembering the gossip, what I consider it to be I received, was that he couldn't keep avoiding her and canceling plans anymore. That he was tired of lying to her and was ready to let her go. So I would be short of two and that thought alone makes me feel the empty spaces forming already.

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December twenty-first became my least favorite day as it was when I had to bid them goodbye. The night before, however, I made sure to have my fill of my Lake, at least.

"Cannon, can you come to my room once your done packing?" I asked as I passed him in the hallway. No big plans were made. What I really wanted was to feel him close. Just couldn't walk past him knowing he was leaving in the morning. I wasn't even allowed to go to the airport with them as all the work Fero, Cannon, the twins and other influential Fatum, were putting in to shutting down the facilities and experiments they were conducting had Fero antsy. He didn't want me going anywhere outside our protective barrier.

Canny wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my forehead and replying positively, then going about whatever he was doing before I stopped him. My head started to pound while I tried to figure out what I should do and how quickly I could set up a date for us. I had never been on one and the few make-out sessions and grinding I'd been doing with them, were few and far in between due to us all constantly being needed and trained.

Rushing to the building that had been set up for food storage and preparation, I asked some kind Fatum who were tasked there to get us a light dinner of fruits, cheeses and thin sliced meats, with a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne. They were all so excited to be of service to me, it made me wonder if I should confirm if they were content with their assignments. Later. I swiftly made the decision that we were going to utilize the jacuzzi. Addanon had only dismantled the larger pool he created, leaving a more shallow one that was just well enough hidden for a private evening. I would draw from Bren and Dev to create the ambiance and make sure to enjoy tonight.

Wearing a bathing suit Cannon got me when we first met, I realized he had gotten me the clothing items a size too small on purpose. How could he look at my double D's, wide set hips, bouncy butt and order this olive-green triangular dental floss for me? My Lake was a p*****t. Coming to terms with this discovery, as I wrapped the matching throwover, I found, that should I voice this to him, he would just smirk and claim it as wisdom beyond his years.

"What are you secretly smiling at my Sprite?" he asked as he entered my room, looking sinfully perfect as usual. White linen pants, with a matching shirt, opened at the front, showing off his impressively toned chest and abdomen, making me secretly check for drool and stiffle a cat call.

Instead of answering, I told him to grab the basket and held onto his other arm, guiding us to the location I intended for us to spend a few enjoyable hours together. As we neared the structure, it dawned on him my intention, making him give me that hand caught in the cookie jar smile, that made me want to scream and kiss him all at the same time.

"My queen, are you surprising little 'ole me with a date?" the insufferable know it all asked smugly.

"Don't make me change my mind," I warned with one lifted eyebrow. Making him raise his hands in surrender. The rim of the structure was wide enough for us to place the basket on. I watched as he filled the tub and undressed at the same time. So sure that not a drop would spill, while he kept eye contact with me, actively stripping down to his boxers. It was absolutely unfair the way he could take my breath away by doing nothing other than being himself.

If someone had told me that one day I would find a man's bare feet and legs sexually appealing, I would have been adamant that I had no such kinks. He has proven me to be delusional and a liar. I started from the tip of his toes, licking my lips, thinking would he be freaked out if I asked to suck on them? Then I contemplated whether his legs were as hairless as they seemed. Would they be smooth or slightly prickly from a few days' growth? I know he kept his chest bare and maintained his spa-like look flawlessly, which was a huge feat, due to not having such amenities here. Forcing myself not to stare at his already hardening manhood that I felt against my stomach on numerous occasions, but never had the pleasure of seeing, even boxer-clad, before. Of course, they were also white. I thought that someone as pale as him would look off in the color, oddly enough, it seemed to have worked well for him. Getting past his tapered waist and visible hedonistic V line, proved to be just as daunting a task as ever, only to be met with his washboard midriff and pectorals with perky pink n*****s, that made my mouth flood with the thought of licking them. His strong shoulders and veiny neck and arms were admired equally, I believe. Leading me to that sarcastic devilish mouth, straight nose, arctic eyes and, as usual, his hair was still coiffed. Oh how I could not wait to mess it up...

When he licked his lips, I realized that while I was perving out on him he was looking at me. Making me slightly self-conscious. No matter the work I put in, though I didn't have a high tummy, it was still soft and had a pouch. The bathing suit left nothing to the imagination, rolls and all. So when he stepped forward asking if I needed assistance with taking off the wrap, I told him I wanted to heat the water first.

"Evony, I wish to let you know something," he said, coming up from behind me as I concentrated on the temperature. He wrapped his arms right under my bust line, supporting some of the weight of them, as this damn top had none, and admitted clearly so I could hear and understand every word, "I wish I could say that the reason I am attracted to you is because of who you are. That it was due to you being a woman who knew her own mind. That I serve you unconditionally not because you inherited the title queen, but because you are the true embodiment of one. Which is all true, by the way, but not exactly all of it. I am a vain man. Eddie, in all his amazing light, was a shallow man. I learned his love for beautiful, rare gems in and out of work life. His weakness for refinement. I am yours to do with as you please because of every luscious, olive-toned, voluptuous inch of you. Curves and all. One smile from you has enslaved my body, heart and soul. Should you ever think that I have any expectations of you other than what you are currently doing for me, you are damn right I do. They are for you to be happy, never doubtful and just ask if you need anything. Trust me when I say, Canny is your genie darling."

His words made an impact on exactly where I am sure he was targeting. Causing me to become very aware of my own smell of arousal, which was discovered by Cannon, if his stormy growl was anything to go by. He grabbed my chin, leaning over my shoulder and devoured my mouth, leaving me hot, bothered, breathless and ...... exposed? The slick bastard rid me of my robe while he tongued me. Urgh....that damned smirk was back.

"Now, now Sprite. You are in charge of all aspects of our lives. The delusion that I could be, in the intimate department is appreciated, but we both know better. However, I will be damned if you use the power I submit to, to hide yourself from me. I want to see all of you. Why else would I purchase the garment?" he said, as if to explain why I shouldn't protest. I decided not to comment as I had worn it for him and I should be a big girl and just allow him to feast his eyes. Which he did........ alot.

He never stopped roaming his eyes over all that was visible as we emerged into the heated water. While we ate, he kept one arm around me the entire time, feeding us both with the other. Making me refill our glasses so he didn't have to stop touching me. He was his charming self most of the evening, except when he spoke about the expectations for the season with his father's wife and children. He allowed himself to be vulnerable with me, expressing his dread and that it wasn't a home any longer. That, all the decorations that Eddie designed himself were now in storage and she used a professional every year.

Never realizing just how hard it was for him to let loose and relax. To stop judging himself by impossible standards. I finally felt like he was going to be okay, as the memory of tonight would be a source of refuge for him. With this in mind, I took his glass from him, got as close as I could without actually touching him, making his breath quicken. When he tried to kiss me, I let him have my cheek, making him pout adorably. I looked at him as innocently as I could, before I stuck out my tongue and caressed the side of his neck to the back of his ear. I felt and heard him shudder, letting out a light moan as I kissed my way back down.

The water droplets made it feel all the more erotic for some reason, but I refused to think of anything other than Cannon at the moment. I happily nibbled and licked my way across his chest, paying an ample amount of attention to his n*****s, which seemed to be begging for it. He seemed to have enjoyed it, judging by his grunts and the pressure he added to the back of my head when I tried to pull away. So I decided I needed to get my multi-task on and slipped my hand over his natural ridges, caressing his sensitive flesh right above the waist band of his shorts.

"Sprite, huh, Hmmm..... please, don't tease..." he begged, shifting my gear from slow and experimental, to wild and natural. My hands, of their own accord, pulled his boxers down just enough to let that monster of his escape, only to be captured by an eagerly awaiting hand. I grew annoyed when I realized that both hands would be needed to properly please him, because I wanted to keep digging my nails into that perfect butt cheek of his.

He wasn't idle throughout all this. One hand kept me in place on his chest, and the other was overflowing with t!t. He removed the hand on my head, sliding it lower, attempting to bring me closer. Slipping my itty bitty protection to the side and sinking his middle finger in one polished movement, into my eager, slippery opening. Pumping said digit in and out, while using his thumb to rub circles over my cl!t. Focusing more on my n****e with the other hand, our moans, I am sure, could be heard everywhere and, to be honest, at that moment, I did not care.

At some point, he took control of the situation by turning my a$$ to his front, forcing one of his legs between mine, giving his joy stick access to rub against my labi@, his hands gripped on to my already sensitive raisins, pulling and tugging, whispering how beautiful I looked as I lost control under his touch. Praising me for being such a good girl, all the while thrusting his hips faster, carrying us both on the journey to climaxing. I felt his c*m between my thighs, warmer than the water, sticky, as my own fluids leaked from me. His forehead was pressed on my shoulder as we calmed down.

Cannon seemed to have caught up with reality faster than I as he turned me around to face him, wiping the few errant strands of hair that escaped the bun I had all day, hugging me and asking if I was okay. If what he did was alright? I assured him it was more than alright. That if we could manipulate time, I would go back and watch us over and over again, making sure it wasn't a dream. This seemed to have boosted his ego, as he puffed out his chest and asked if I wanted to view us as a third party or experience it again, gliding his teasing fingers all over me. Let's just say....... since time travel was unavailable.......... I had to experience it again.