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[aisha van buren]

Tomorrow Aisha would blame this on the booze, and the booze was definitely making her act irrationally, that much was true. However, usually when she drank Aisha would become more aloof, more frozen, a fact that many guys she had been on dates with found frustrating. Where they had expected more drinks to loosen her up, they had the opposite effect, making her more closed off and desperate to leave. Being cuddled up to Freddie was completely against her nature, and wasn't something she had done with anyone since Joe. "Shh, or I'll stop it."  But he's the one to pull away, if only slightly, and she can't help sticking her lower lip out in more of a pout. Still, she doesn't budge, too stubborn to close the gap. "I don't even care that much about the money, it would just piss me off for someone to get the better of me." Again, another admission she wouldn't have made if it weren't for many glasses of wine. It felt good to be honest for once, abandoning her usual desire to present herself in the most flattering light. As he speaks she rolls her eyes, not believing him. "You wouldn't date Giselle Bundchen if she gave up her kids and de-aged herself by fifteen years. When's the last time you actually dated someone, short of asking them to go to dinner with you with the sole purpose of having sex with them after?"

[freddie beaumont]

He keeps his arm wrapped around her shoulder even through her little pout. Freddie decides it's honesty time between the two of them. He doesn't know if he can keep skating around her, with this desire so prevalent in him. He looks towards her again, previously his eyes were trained on the darkened sea. His thumb ever-so-slightly brushes across her bottom lip, up her cheek. His next words come out as whisper, as if the crowd that was now thinning out beyond them can hear him. "You know you're temping me so fucking much right now..." he trails off, as his thumb comes back down to her pouty lips. "But part of me, wants to relive our infamous night, and don't tell me you forgot, somewhere other than here," He admits, well aware that she could run with this information to one person who'd have the biggest objection.  Freddie smiles at her as she counteracts his response to her about dating someone with an infant. Her eyes were rolling and she was again not believing his words. The thought of kids did freak him out a little bit, knowing he wasn't father material whatsoever. But he'll let her think what she wants. "God honestly, I don't know. It's been so long," Freddie smirks as he tries to recall the last night a date of he went on didn't result in him sleeping with them. "No more questions about my sex life. You just want me to keep digging myself in a giant hole, anyways."

[aisha van buren]

Aisha is so touch starved that every bit of contact feels electric. They'd always been handsy with each other, even before they "dated", with Aisha frequently sitting on Freddie's lap or getting him to lift her over puddles. But now that it's been so many years of no contact it's like the intensity has been turned up to the maximum volume, something he must be feeling too because his thumb traces her lip, leaving a trail of fire with every touch. As he speaks she can feel her cheeks burn, her body aching with a desire that he was throwing more gasoline on top of with every word. The breath is stolen from her lungs and for once she's rendered speechless, her eyes locked on his as she tried with all her might to resist the irresistible. Before she can think any better of it, she presses her lips hard against his, kissing him hungrily. Simultaneously she's relieved a tension but increased another, her body yearning to make as much contact with his as humanly possible. When they pull away, she sighs dramatically, though she can't help the smile on her face. "If you tell anyone I did that I'll kill you with my bare hands." She pauses, rolling her eyes at his response, though she's given up on any attempt at coyness. "You have to let me have one more question... do you know of anywhere we could go? Hypothetically, of course. It's just my place is full of nosy people and a crying baby, it wouldn't be my first choice."

[freddie beaumont]

After his words, he can see the redness tinging her cheeks. Would this honesty of his work in his favor or would she retreat from him again, afraid of his touch? But he knows he's done lying about how much she's tempting him right now. Or how she always tempts him. Freddie's missed the way they touched, even if it was innocent. But it never really was with them. Aisha would always find herself in his laps or he'd not be able to help the way his hands loved to rest upon her silky thighs. He's shocked when her lips find their way to his kiss. But relief fills his body as it recognizes the need he's been fighting. His own lips meet her hungry demands, of course their lips battle each other just as the two of them do in real time. Freddie's hand makes its way back to her face, holding her mouth closer as he deepens the kiss a few moments before she pulls away. He's disappointed from the lack of her lips on his, but he's happy that they haven't sprung apart. Aisha is still pressed into his side and he feels a deep breath being released from his own body. "If I tell anyone, I'll get murdered." He chuckles at her threat, he finds it more endearing rather than scary. "So yeah, your secret is safe with me." Freddie knows she's probably rolling her eyes after his response as well. She wants to continue this night as much as he does, and he feels even more alleviated that it's not just him. Their chemistry was still living on, even after all these years. He chooses that moment to press his lips against her again. This kiss is not as demanding as before but lasts longer than a typical quick kiss. He's desperate for her all over again, just a simple taste of this mouth won't do. "I stay in the opposite side of the house to my mom," Freddie offers. His mother also always sent the staff of their larger home, back to their respective homes in the evening. So there would be no extra sets of nosy eyes watching if they snuck in. "I can see if Georgina is home. Doubt it though, she's always with her friends. I can check her location though." He reaches for his phone that's deep within his pocket. Pulling up the location of his sister, he moves the screen in front of Aisha. "Not home." She's said hypothetically, though. So with his last statement, he leaves the decision of the night up to her.

[aisha van buren]

It was unlike Freddie to speak quite so directly, not after years of dancing around the unspoken attraction between them. Aisha could still remember the first time she actually saw Freddie as the attractive man he was growing into, as he and Tate had been away at some summer camp for boys where apparently puberty had hit both of them like a runaway freight train. Each had grown a foot, their voices broken, and suddenly, Tate’s friend Freddie had become someone her mind would drift to as she lay in bed, wondering what he was doing and even, if she was really honest with herself, wondering if he ever thought of her too. So the kiss isn’t just a rekindling of a more recent romance, it’s loaded with a longing that was far more long term. Huddled up against him and missing the feeling of his lips on hers, it’s beyond the point of no return. “Good to know. Hypothetically.” She slips her phone out of her bag, the screen lit up with a close up picture of Aria smiling to camera. Her heart momentarily skips a beat. Swiping up, she quickly taps out a text to the nanny saying she’ll be out a little later. She can’t help but laugh at him tracking his little sister, relieved that her own brother didn’t have this level of access to her whereabouts. “Okay, let’s go before someone catches us here. And I mean it, Beaumont, not a word to anyone— not even Georgina.”

[freddie beaumont]

Freddie still can't believe that they are here. Together. The initial shock of them seeing each other after all this time, worn off and now replaced with the same attraction that they fought off for all those years. Who would've thought that the girl who was sticking up her nose at him two or so hours ago, was melting into his every touch. His hand slides down to her thigh as she pulls out her own phone and he reminisces of the night where all of the lines went blurry between the two of them. Freddie couldn't help but wonder if Aisha felt the same way about the night they finally put their sexual tension to rest. The many nights he spent laying in bed thinking about how she moaned his name and withered beneath his every touch.  He finds the cheekiest of grins approaching his face as she agrees to let their night continue on. "I won't tell a soul, I promise, just as long as you do the same." Freddie assures her that this will continue to be a secret. Truthfully though, she didn't have as much to lose in this situation as he did. Tate would absolutely not approve and he could think of many others who would feel the same. He stands up from the sand, and grabs her hand to help her up. Once she's on her feet, he leans into her ear just for his lips to briefly touch a spot on the back of them. "And I also promise you, you won't regret this," he lowers his voice as if there were hundreds of people surrounding them. He leads the way, walking past the restaurant where they just occupied not to long ago. Various taxis line up and down the street and Freddie flags one down with his right hand. "Well, are you ready?" He looks back to ask her as the taxi moves closer, once again looking for reassurance that this is truly what she wants.

[aisha van buren]

Under the heat of his touch, it's easy for Aisha to throw caution to the wind. A heady combination of longterm lack of physical affection and it being Freddie to be the one to give it to her makes her head spin, rendering resistance futile. Aisha had an incredible hold on her own emotions, an iron fist, but Freddie had always been someone who managed to slip by her defences. "As far as anyone I know goes, we've never gone past second base." It was easy too to slip into teenage metaphors, just as it had been easy to lie. The blurred lines between the two of them had made people question them long before they'd even locked lips for the first time, so all she had to do was continue a long campaign of denial even when it became a lie. A boyish grin crosses his face and it makes him even more handsome, if that's possible. As he murmurs in her ear a jolt of fire spreads through her body, burning her up with a desire for him so intense that she's surprised she's still standing. Still, as he hails a cab and asks if she's ready, she pauses for the first time. As the car slows, she feels an overwhelming need to disclose, worried that if she doesn't, it'll be too obvious anyway. "Freddie," she says, stopping, avoiding his eye contact. She's still torn between saying nothing and confessing, but she feels safe enough with him that she does what she usually wouldn't, and she opts for honesty. "I don't-- I haven't..." she sighs, trying to find her words. Eventually she looks at him, embarrassed but wanting to be clear. "You're the last person I slept with. Years ago."

[freddie beaumont]

"I figured as much," Freddie laughs as he hears how Aisha denies that much of anything occurred between the pair. He can't help but chuckle again once he processes her 'second base' terms. If it's what she had to do to make herself feel better, Freddie didn't mind. He often wondered what the aftermath of their hooking up felt like for her. Freddie was ambushed by his best friend for breaking their code. Though he doesn't regret anything from that night, or the 'stint' they pulled of a relationship, it puts a bad taste in his mouth that he doesn't know how Aisha truly felt. If she even felt anything at all. It was a lot of playful moments, even a joke at some times. As it usually was when it came to Freddie and Aisha. He guesses that she didn't think much of him gathered by her lies to the people around then. It feels as though the cab is taking it's sweet time. For Freddie wishes to be in private with her, right now, if he could. Relieving ever bit of the tension that she's caused him since the minute he sat down at the seaside table. Truthfully, it wasn't just then - it was all the years that passed and was now suddenly approaching a head on situation. He wonders how turned on she is and if her heart is beating just as fast as his. The time just slowly ticking by as the car just slowly approaches. He watches as confusion washes over her features. She's making eye contact with everything but him. Her eyes wander to the ground, to the taxi coming nearer. Aisha finally looks at him and she stumbles to get her words out. Freddie is completely shocked by what eventually flies out of her mouth. His hand absentmindedly grabs hers, hoping to give her some sort of comfort. "Hey, it's okay," he murmurs softly, feeling one of his tiny heart strings pull taunt over her confession. "We don't have to do this, if you don't want. ..If you're not ready?" Freddie squeezes their joint hands as he forgets about the taxi now stopped in front of him. "I want you. I won't lie. But I don't want to rush you, or anything.." even his own words surprise him. He normally would've felt beyond awkward at this situation if it were any other woman, but Aisha. Or just completely abandoned her, and the thought of the night going any further.

[aisha van buren]

He was as used to her mannerisms and hang ups as her own family were, knowing when to turn a blind eye to her dramatics and when to indulge. Most men would be offended that someone would go to such lengths to disassociate themselves from them, especially after very happily entering into a faux relationship with them after a bad break up. But Freddie knew now what he had known then, that her reticence was nothing personal, that for all her denial, she was obsessed with what people thought of her and guarded her public image with her life. It was less that she was embarrassed to be associated with him, given that he was everything a girl could want; handsome, rich, and even possessing a sweet side that others failed to see. But she had made such a big show of never going there, she was embarrassed that she'd been so weak willed. Speaking of weak willed, she wants nothing more than to be between his sheets right now. But she owes him the truth. It hangs between them for a second and Aisha is so sure she'll have put him off, or worse-- that he'll be processing the fact that the odds of him being Aria's father just increased by about 40%. She goes to turn away from him when he squeezes her hand. He's so sweet to her that she feels herself tear up, quickly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Relief rushes through her and she kisses him, more sweetly this time. She nods. "Come on, let's go." She opens the door to the cab, clamoring in. Before he gets in, a devilish grin spreads across her face as she looks up at him, her voice dripping with innuendo. "Don't make me beg."

[freddie beaumont]

If he had needed any more proof that Aisha was withholding information, especially about him being Aria’s father, her little confession said it all. It was not the time to delve into that right now. Plus, there was a huge part of him that was still scared for that knowledge to be said out loud. It was a lot of responsibility, not that he wouldn’t do it. But would she even want him to be apart of Aria’s life? So much would change. In the back of his mind, he’s imagining how Tate would handle the news. A punch to the face would surely be in his future, maybe even followed him another threat of leaving his sister alone. Freddie doesn’t want to bring any of that up tonight. He appreciated the seriousness of some conversation that occurred this evening, it just seemed that neither of them were ready for that truth to be told yet. So, Freddie would do like he always did regarding this situation - keeping his mouth shut and pretending he knew nothing. Her encouragement is all he needs to proceed with their night. Her lips press into his with such sweet touch. Much like before, he’s disappointed that they have to pull away. Aisha is the first one into the cab, Freddie follows behind. He slides into the back, immediately resting his hand upon a higher portion of her thigh. He makes contact with her shorts and her thigh, knowing he’s close so touching her intimately again. He gives her skin a squeeze as he shuts the door. There was no turning back now, he thought to himself. This was happening and he couldn’t wait to get his hands all over the rest of her luscious body. Freddie gives his family’s summer home address to the cab driver and within seconds, they are on their way. The brightness of the light poles and various bars and restaurants passing them by slowly. Freddie leans into Aisha, to finish reacting about her making him beg. “I do hope I can make you beg later, when it’s just us two,” he responds, his breath probably warm against her ear. He kisses her neck ever so slightly while his face is that close, because he can’t help it. It wasn’t long before they were pulling into a gravel driveway that was quite typical for Montauk. Freddie pays the fare to the driver, gives him a thank you and a decent tip then ushers Aisha to follow with him. The outside of the house was lit up, but inside appeared dark. Freddie uses the side door closest to his room and his side of the home. His heart beating faster just as he hears the lock click to let them in. They are quiet as they enter the Beaumont house. And then suddenly, they are safe from everyone’s eyes and ears, as Freddie shuts the door ever so softly to his room. He sits on his bed as eyes watch Aisha from the other side of the room. “Welcome. And we’re alone at last,” Freddie grins at her with a smirk following close behind. Their eyes lock again, the heat rising between them. It’s then with his eyes he challenges her to make the next move.

[aisha van buren]

Aisha told herself that Freddie was a fuckboy who was only interested in getting himself off, but she knew that wasn't true. Not just because he was never only interested in just getting himself off, but because he showed her a huge amount of interest and empathy outside of the bedroom, both before and since their tete e tete. She had built a wall around herself and her daughter, developing a delicate equilibrium that she was scared the slightest thing would throw off. So she's relieved when he's sweet to her, just as she's relieved that he doesn't ask any difficult questions. In the cab his hand finds the inside of her thigh and her breathing catches in her throat. Instantly she's back in the intensity of her desire, heat radiating off her with such strength that it's a wonder she doesn't combust. "Never again," she murmurs, though she knows she'll be putty in his hands as his breath tickles her neck. The journey is thankfully short and before long he's tugging her inside, the blonde giggling as she tucks herself behind his broad frame, just in case anyone were to glance outside the impressive home.  It was easy to forget just how expansive the Beaumont wealth was, though not here. In Freddie's bedroom, she feels like a teenager, sneaking around with a Blair classmate. Which wasn't a million miles away from the truth. "Ah, a glimpse into the private life of Freddie Beaumont." She wanders around the room, taking it in. "If I look under the bed or down the side of the couch, am I going to find some stripper's thong?"

[freddie beaumont]

It’s quiet now that they are in the comfort of Freddie’s parents home. He feels a little be relieved, as if he could be completely himself. And there weren’t so many eyes watching his every move, or feeling as those someone would report back to Tate. In safety of these familiar walls, and that it’s just the two of them - Freddie knows that all of the secrets that they have shared and will continue to share will never leave the room. As he’s sitting down on king size bed, Aisha wanders through his room. Freddie’s gaze flickers back and forth from scanning her body, to seeing her task of being nosy. He snorts as she picks at a few various things. Her comment especially about stripper’s thing the making him shake his head. “What kind of a man do you think I am?” He joins in on her fun of teasing him. “Plus, no strippers are allowed back at the house. It’s a rule. That’s why we get private rooms, baby,” he chuckles as he notices her face scrunch up, probably at the thought of him with strippers. This room has been through many changes, he thinks to himself. The stages of life he’s gone through that’s followed alongside the bedroom. It did feel oddly nice to have Aisha here, in his home and in his own territory. He wonders what else she’s thinking about as she maneuvers through his private space. “So, are you just going to keep moving further away from me?” He raises his eyebrow at Aisha, realizing that she’s half way across the room from him now. Freddie’s right pointer finger beckons her to come a little closer.

[aisha van buren]

Something changes when it's just the two of them behind closed doors, an entirely unique phenomenon that Aisha had forgotten all about; she became shy. It was entirely out of character and not something she had ever experienced with any other man, regardless of attraction or level of acquaintance. Freddie saw her, the real her, and that made her feel far more naked than stripping off ever could. She busies herself not looking at him, her eyes scanning the bookshelves, reading each title as if that's what she was there for. "A horny one," she answers simply, finally looking at him and shooting him a smile before she scrunches up her nose at his clarification. She returns to her task of inspecting his belongings, trying to mask how self-conscious she feels. There's a faint c-section scar across her abdomen, the scrawl of tiny stretch marks across her torso, and these feel like disfigurements under her clothes. Thankfully, the wine buzz has yet to wear off, and as she looks over at him again he's so irresistibly gorgeous she can't help but smirk and close the gap between them, straddling him and bringing him in for a deep kiss. "Close enough for you?"

[freddie beaumont]

It was unfortunate circumstances that he has to bring her back to his parents home. If they were back in the city, he could've shown her around the new apartment he just recently purchased. They would be actually alone, even if there was a lot of space in the large vacation home that the Beaumont family owned. Freddie didn't mind that he brought her here, especially with how much he wanted to spend the rest of the night with her. The few moments on the beach and the kiss she delivered him with such passion but also shyness, Freddie knew tonight was not a night for pulling away. The build up of their tension combined with years apart, Freddie would make sure that she was treated right. Just as he always did. There is a lot of comfort though in Aisha snooping about his bedroom. With most, he's an open book but there were some things that he liked to keep private. "And that's never going to change," he smirks in regards to her horny comment. Aisha makes her way over and straddles him. Finally, he screams in the back of his mind. Freddie missed the simple contact of just her near him. She took his challenge and left him with another passionate, deep kiss. He enjoys the way her lips fight with his and that she tastes still of the wine that they clearly drank way too much of. She breaks the kiss and responds in the best way she knows, with some sass back. Freddie grins back up to her, as his hands slide down her thighs. Out of instinct, he pulls her even closer to him, giving her another brief kiss. "Much better. You sure this is still what you want?" Though they had been drinking, he never wanted her to regret any night she spent with him.

[aisha van buren]

Being in the Hamptons makes it easier to brush everything under the rug. Sneaking around his parents house, stealing kisses on the beach... it was so wildly juvenile, so unnecessary between two grown adults who potentially shared a child, that she can push that possibility aside. For now, she was able to contain her rage at his disinterest in Aria, to suppress her equal fears that one day he would show an interest and she'd have to share her most treasured companion with someone else. Right in this second, she can pretend to be a teenager sneaking around with her crush, eagerly letting him push from one base to another. "One of your better attributes, at least right now." This time, though, there is a hesitation in her eagerness that comes from that secret tie between them. Straddling him, lust rising up in her with an intensity she had entirely forgotten she was capable of experiencing, she feels different in her body. She kisses him back with enthusiastic intensity, only pausing to roll her eyes. "Freddie, since when did you become so completely obsessed with consent? Do I seem like I don't want it?" Still, she's grateful for his attentiveness. After kissing him again, she pulls away, a question hanging between them that she hopes will be met casually and without him reading too much into it. "Do you have protection? I'm not on the pill."