FTWS KM 2023
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Re: Musa x Riven + cheating with permission Part One
Date: February 26th, 2023 11:06 pm (UTC)Here's the beginning -
Musa Harvey doesn’t think her life can get any more surreal than the moment she’s currently frozen in. She’s sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed in a relatively posh hotel room, one leg shaking so badly with nerves that she has to keep trying to still it with the flat of her palm. Her husband, Sam, sits across the room in the only chair. When they’d first arrived, about a half-hour ago, Sam had taken the seat and Musa had had the insane thought that it was fitting that he should sit at the desk and she should take the bed; their positions reflected the financial transaction that was about to commence. If it was at all appropriate, she might have cracked a Pretty Woman joke.
“He should be here soon.” Sam’s voice interrupts the silence that has settled between them and Musa only just manages not to startle at the sound. The news only serves to ramp up her heart rate, and she presses her hand into her thigh again, digging her fingers in, trying to keep her damned leg still.
Sam clears his throat, and she knows before he speaks that he’s going to offer her something; words meant to soothe and help her relax, or worse, maybe he’ll try to give her an out even though they’ve already talked this to pieces. It angers her, that part of her wants the out even though she won’t take it. They don’t have any other options and Sam has accepted his role - why can’t she accept hers just as gracefully? At least he doesn’t know just how much she’s still warring with herself inside. She’s kept that from him purposefully, because there’s nothing that anyone can do to make it better, and somehow it doesn’t feel fair to complain to him about it.
“Like I told you, he’s rough around the edges, but his background checks out. There’s no reason for you to feel unsafe. I’ll be checking in and I have a keycard to the room.”
“I know,” she says, just for something to say. But she does know, because they’ve been over it multiple times already. There’s a pepper spray under the pillow and an extra phone under a stack of towels in the bathroom, and it isn’t like Musa feels like she’s going to get murdered or anything. No, her nerves are for an entirely different reason.
She sighs softly before she can stop herself, then notices the pinched expression around Sam’s eyes and smothers another one. Trying a little harder wouldn’t kill her. Musa puts both hands onto her knees, pushing down slightly but not so much that it will bother Sam.
“So, do you really think he’s-”
A quick rap on the hotel room door interrupts Musa’s question, and she’d swear she could actually feel all the blood run from her face, she’s suddenly so pale and drawn. Sam jumps to his feet and is at the door quicker than Musa can blink, pulling it open before she can really prepare herself.
For weeks, Musa tried not to speculate too much on the stranger that Sam had chosen. All she really knew was that Sam said he was suitable. From that, she could assume that he looked similar to Sam, so she imagined brown hair, probably a slender build. It wasn’t much to go on, and yet the man in the doorway isn’t at all like she had conjured in her mind. The brown hair is there, but it’s different than Sam’s; more wavy and highlighted with golds and blondes. He’s not as fair-skinned as Sam either, the tan of his arms standing out against the dark fabric of his t-shirt. The muscles of his biceps also suggest this man prefers the gym more than her husband, though they do seem comparable in height from what she can tell from her view across the room. Overall, there’s enough there to be similar, she decides, and the tightness in her chest relaxes just slightly. Her impression coalesces within the first few seconds of the door being opened, but then the man walks in, striding past Sam until he’s at the foot of the bed and once their gazes meet, Musa changes her opinion.
This man’s eyes aren’t a soft brown that projects calm and refuge. Instead they’re a complicated green; so intense and alluring that it’s difficult to tear her own eyes away. Her nerves increase tenfold and she can so easily picture what she should do next - she’ll shake her head, opening her mouth to tell Sam this isn’t going to work. She’ll smile apologetically at the stranger but he’ll laugh and think it was a big joke all along and Musa can tell herself that’s the truth.
She doesn’t do anything like that though. Instead she finds herself getting to her feet, her eyes darting to Sam. He starts to speak but the words are all jumbled in her head and it feels like he’s talking from so far away. The stranger speaks too, and he sounds different than Sam, his voice huskier and unfamiliar. That shouldn’t surprise her but it does anyway, and a hysterical little giggle starts to creep from her throat, leaving her struggling to suppress it.
“Musa? Musa! Are you alright?” It’s Sam’s concerned tone again. Probably she wasn’t as quiet as she hoped.
“I’m fine, fine,” she lies, her heart racing so fast now that it feels as if it must be noticeable from the outside of her body.
“As I was saying, this is Riven. If we’re all still in agreement, then we can…begin.” Sam’s pause seems to last forever, and if she were feeling generous she wouldn’t blame him, because he’s undoubtedly anxious too. But she’s not feeling generous - not when the weight of the stranger’s eyes haven’t left her, leaving her feeling pinned to the spot.
Riven, Sam said. What kind of a name was that? Not that she had much room to talk, considering her father had wanted a boy and stuck her with the name he’d already picked out for one.
“I haven’t changed my mind.”
The man - Riven - says it confidently and for the first time Musa really wants to know what’s motivating him to do this, since money hardly seems like enough. She risks another look over at him and then wishes she hadn’t. He’s staring at her still and he seems closer than before. The room feels too hot all of a sudden and it occurs to her she should have brought something to drink. She’d give anything to have something to do with her hands.
“Musa?” Sam’s voice takes her attention and she watches as he clasps his own fingers together, his weight shifting from foot to foot. “Are you…do you still want to do this?”
It’s a terrible way to phrase it, and if it wasn’t enough that she already felt overheated, now her cheeks burn with embarrassment. What she wants isn’t possible. Two years of trying hadn’t amounted to anything, and a visit to a specialist hadn’t offered much hope. Sam didn’t produce sperm, they said. Just a genetic fluke, and one of the main causes of male infertility. It wasn’t that unusual, Musa knew that. But they couldn’t afford all the expenses associated with assisted pregnancy along with still saving for a house and paying off two school loans. Let alone actually affording their hospital bill or paying for all the things a baby would need once it arrived. So this is what they had come up with - pay someone a flat fee with the intent of getting Musa pregnant. Yes, she wanted to be pregnant. She wanted a child. Being a mother just felt right. But like this? Getting pregnant by someone other than her husband? No, that’s not something she ever really considered, let alone wanted.
“I-I’m still agreeing.”
It would be nice if she sounded as assertive as Riven seemed to, but a quiet, slightly hesitant utterance was probably the most she could do. This isn’t how she wanted things to happen, but this is probably her best chance and she isn’t going to waste it, no matter how nervous she is.
She sees Sam nod from the corner of her eye, and his head swings between the two of them briefly before he takes a step towards the door. He might’ve offered her a hug, if Riven hadn’t been standing between them, but Musa thinks it’s better that he couldn’t. A hug might weaken her resolve.
“I’ll be in contact if things…take awhile,” Sam says, as if she and Riven are about to put furniture together or fill out tax forms. He sounds so normal, and she wonders - not for the first time - how he can be so sedate about this insane situation.
“Everything will be fine.”
The words are simple, but the way Riven speaks them makes Musa feel oddly reassured, and it isn’t just because she hopes he’s right. He just sounds so convinced of it, and she wants to feel that way too.
Re: Musa x Riven + cheating with permission Part One
Date: February 27th, 2023 12:33 am (UTC)I, like Musa, also want to know why Riven is so into this and so determined! Is there pining here? Another reason?? Can't wait to read more about it! Loved it!