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Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (5/?)

[(Anonymous)]

[[just a little soft interlude before they start in on piecing Booker back together again! Also, please—anyone who has suggestions of things they would particularly like to see, feel free to chime in! It’s hard to come up with two months’ worth of punishments for our sad depressed Frenchman ;)]]

True to Andy’s word, she texted him an address to meet at the next day, and when he arrived he found to his surprise that she had picked a fall festival for them to go to. It wasn’t the first time that he had met up with their group outside the club, but there was still something funny about seeing them so casual. Andy and Quynh were already there, leaning against the entrance, when Booker showed up, and if Andy still had her trademark leather jacket and boots on, Quynh looked surprisingly soft in a long burgundy sweater, leggings and ballerina flats. They were holding hands, Booker realised, and didn’t make any move to break apart as he approached.

“Fall is Quynh’s favourite season,” Andy explained with a grin at her wife. “She likes to try and fatten me up with apple cider donuts and get way too competitive over pumpkin carving.” Quynh rolled her eyes, squeezing Andy’s hand. “Just because I’m better at you with a knife,” she huffed, and Andy groaned in mock outrage. “Slander and lies,” she complained, and then gave Booker a sidelong glance. “Maybe sometime we’ll let Booker judge who’s better with a knife,” she remarked with a wink, and he groaned, because he knew then that she had already looked through his form and seen that he marked that as a 5.

Joe and Nicky showed up next, on a ridiculously sleek motorcycle that Booker had no idea they owned and was incredibly jealous of, and Joe didn’t say anything, just pulled Booker into a tight hug, and Booker knew that Nile had followed through on her promise to tell Joe and Nicky what he had confessed. “Thanks,” he whispered, leaning into Joe’s strong arms and hugging him back, soaking up the physical contact. Nicky shot him a bit of a shy smile, as well, and Booker thought again how lucky he was to have met such good friends so soon after his move.

Copley ambled in a moment later, and to Booker’s surprise he also pulled each of them into a quick hug. Out of all of them, Copley was probably the biggest enigma for Booker—something that went beyond the unspoken mystery of what he did for his day job. He liked the man, but he didn’t feel like he knew him well—admittedly, it was also unusual for him to spend time with another sub. He couldn’t even figure out if Copley had a more established relationship with one of the bunch in particular—he seemed to just sort of flutter between them, accepting caresses and beatings from whoever in the group felt like giving them out. He clearly was theirs, though—Booker had never seen him do a scene with someone outside their little group of friends.

Nile was last, practically running up to them, a little out of breath, and Booker’s own breath caught as she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek hello. “Sorry, sorry, I was babysitting my little nephew and my brother didn’t get back in time,” she apologised, and Booker brightened a bit. “Oh, you have a nephew? How old is he? Do you have pictures?” Nile chuckled. “Never ask a proud aunt that, you’ll end up bored to tears looking at 10,000 photos of a baby I think is the cutest in the world but you probably think looks like all the other babies,” and he shook his head adamantly. “No, I won’t, really. I love kids, always wanted some but—“ a flash of pain across his face. “Well, it didn’t work out for Emilie and I.” Hating the way his eyes had turned dark and a little lost, Nile fumbled with her phone, pulled up a photo of an adorable curly-headed little boy, maybe about 3 years old, in a dinosaur onesie that was clearly too big for him. “Meet Gabriel,” Nile said proudly, and Booker felt his heart melt a tiny bit. “Oh my God, he’s adorable,” he exclaimed.

“Niiile,” Quynh whined impatiently. “Show Booker your adorable nephew later, I’ve been craving mulled cider and a donut since yesterday and Andy wouldn’t let me go into the festival until you all showed up,” and Nile laughed good naturedly and assured Booker that she would show him more pictures later.

It was a really nice day, Booker found himself thinking as he sat at the pumpkin carving table, carefully doing the dirty work of scraping out the insides of the pumpkin so that Nile could carve it. He felt content, here, with these people who were so nice, who knew the worst thing he had done and still wanted to throw hay at him on the hayride and make him bet on how many apple cider donuts Andy could eat in a row. Copley had pulled him aside at one point while the others were bobbing for apples, had told him in a quiet voice that his own wife had died three years before, that if he ever wanted to talk about it it was an option. Booker thanked him, but he knew he wasn’t ready for that—but maybe one day he might be, he thought.

He felt hopeful, for the first time in a long time, that maybe Andy could—if not fix him—maybe she could at least help him not feel so awful all the time.

He finished scooping out the pumpkin, looked at it with a critical eye to make sure it was good to go, and handed it to Nile with a smile. “Ready for your creative genius, ma petite artiste”, he said, and she reached over to ruffle his hair. “Good boy,” she said softly, and he dipped his head but he knew that it wasn’t enough to hide the way his cheeks flushed, and even though he knew himself, knew that the guilt and the misery would come creeping back in sooner or later, in that one moment he didn’t care.

Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (5/?)

[(Anonymous)]

awww what a sweet fall outing. also good boy Booker, yes, good shit.

Re: Booker/Nile, Booker & Team, BDSM Club AU (5/?)

[(Anonymous)]

This is sooo goooooood!! I am so excited for the next update!