| 1. | [100moods] 92. Surprised | Sparrow x Frost, last-name basis | 2. | [15pairings] look who's on top | top!Simon x Frost not during groupsex | 3. | [50harlequins] Spoiled Rich Girl and Poor Boy | Circle!Sparrow x Victor!Frost | 4. | Alduin x F!DB x M!DB, corruption & Shout!Sex | 5. | [15pairings] indecent exposure | Galen x Frost, seduction |
| 6. | Avery x Rylan x Jackson, dubcon & sex pollen | 7. | Caderyn catches Charon x Adrasteia | 8. | [15pairings] men | Simon x Sam, first time | 9. | [citrus-taste | Kinkier Table] 44. masturbation | Sparrow x Frost | 10. | [alphabetasoup] Hades | Sparrow x Frost |
| 11. | Dark!Hera x everyone AU | 12. | demon!Rylan x Avery x Ion, dubcon (Susanne & Myles Die AU) | 13. | Dom!M!Dragonborn x slave!Ancano x slave!Ondolemar, mindbreak | 14. | Domme!Esmeralda x slave!Scorpius x slave!Octavius, noncon & mindbreak | 15. | Dom!Sigurd x slave!Charon x slave!Caderyn x slave!Zephyrus (+ Adrasteia) |
| 16. | [citrus-taste] K-2. table | Sparrow x Simon x Nadia | 17. | [citrus-taste] 26. harems | Harem/Parabellum Crossover | 18. | [paranormal25] 23. writer's choice, tentacles | 19. | Malene x Ancano, fantasy AU & arranged marriage | 20. | [Maze of Fiends] Mate or Die AU |
| 21. | M!DB x M!Werewolf, hentai physiology & urethral penetration | 22. | [over-look] play dead | Izzy x Octavian, necrophilia roleplay | 23. | [smut-69] oil | Sparrow x Frost | 24. | [smut-69] orgy | Sparrow x Frost x Simon x Nadia x Loretta x Izzy | 25. | [lover100] S-61. secret | Sparrow x Frost |
| 26. | [lover-100] S-27. threesome | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 27. | [citrus-taste] K-47. in public | Sparrow x Frost x Galen | 28. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #1 | 29. | Zevran x Lyna x King!Alistair, roleplay/raceplay #2 |
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Secret [1/?]
If there was anyone left in the room who hadn't noticed what was going on, Sparrow would have been immensely surprised. These people--the entirety of the Circle--was so steeped in this kind of perversity that there was no way they couldn't see the signs, not when she could so clearly see them herself; sure, she knew exactly what to look for, being the instigator--however accidentally--of this whole thing, but she didn't doubt for a second that plenty of these men and women had done the same in the past. And when they had done it, she was sure, Sparrow had been the only one in the room who hadn't realized what was going on.
Not tonight.
For his part, Frost was clearly thrilled with it all. He'd said it before, told her three years ago what he wanted, though he'd practically made her drag it out of him at the time; if there was anything in the world that could clearly show the Circle that he'd won--that he'd made her feel something vaguely romantic for him, though she dared any single one of these fuckers to call it love--it was this. The rest of it could be written off, and it could be written off very easily at that. There was a good argument to be made that she had only stayed with him--only returned to him--out of fear and that she'd only married him thanks to bribery or blackmail or even something as base as greed. This, though... this proved that whatever there was between them, at least part of it was exactly what Frost had insisted was there all along. She wanted him after all.
And so it was rather odd, sitting there on the couch with her hand in her jacket pocket while Frost mingled on the other side of the room. That alone, of course, was the first giveaway that something unusual was going on; it was so rare for him to so much as step beyond her tight bubble of personal space, let alone let her out of his sight, and surely everyone here realized that if he was doing it tonight, it was either because they were in some kind of fight--which was unlikely, since neither of them seemed anything resembling upset--or...
Or they were doing something like this.
They really weren't being subtle, after all. For all Frost was more thoroughly ignoring her now than he'd managed even once in the past three years, Sparrow's attention was entirely on him, which even she could admit was rather suspect in and of itself; but more telling than that, of course, was what Frost was doing. The man was barely paying attention to anything, attempting as he was to carry on a conversation with a patriarch Sparrow recognized but still couldn't name after all these years; he was standing just a bit awkwardly, and if that wasn't a dead giveaway, the occasional slip in his careful restraint certainly was. It wasn't anything too obvious, but she could tell he was distracted even from across the room, struggling to pay attention to whatever was being said to him while she occasionally toyed with the dial. Once, Sparrow had even seen the other man glance in her direction, and she had to admit that she was rather pleased with the distinct hint of disbelief in his expression as he did. If the self-satisfied smirk she offered him in response didn't give them both away, Sparrow knew nothing else possibly could.
It was only when she watched Octavian Donahue break away from the conversation he'd been having and start heading very purposefully toward Frost, however, that Sparrow wondered if the latter had actually considered what he was getting himself into when he'd eagerly signed himself up for this one--and, perhaps more importantly, exactly what Donahue thought he was doing.
Eyes narrowing, Sparrow rose from the couch. Octavian, of course, knew exactly what was going on; the thought that he didn't was so painfully naive that she wouldn't even have entertained it three years ago, let alone now. But what exactly he thought he was doing, interjecting himself so purposefully into the situation, though, she had no fucking clue.