Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"I know how to talk us out of it," She let out another laugh and nodded in thought, pretending to think about it. She'd been in disagreements with Damon before and she hated it. He was very good at arguing his case in a laid back manner while she was a firecracker and tended to raise her voice which almost always instantly made her lose. You'd think she'd have learnt by now but it was ingrained in her personality. She had managed to pick up some tips from him which she liked to use as a curve ball occasionally but they rarely argued anymore, more so toward the beginning of their relationship due to obvious reasons however that was all in the past. "Because I'm not a top notch barrister yet? Though you are more than welcome to make me a kept man." She tilted her head slightly as she ogled him, smirking at the thought of him walking around the house in an apron. Her very own butler in the buff. "I mean that can be arranged. .but there are conditions of course."
He grinned when she laughed, sipping his drink. They fought in different ways, though generally they didn't fight too often. Damon was a peace maker, he might disagree at times, but he rarely lost his temper, which helped when Ashley did, as he would work to bring her back down off the edge so they could logically discuss things. He thought it was a White family trait, the hot head - he had known the White's for some time, very distantly related to them, and though Logan seemed the most mellow, the rest all seemed to have a quick switch for a temper. There was nothing wrong with it, it only became and issue when you used it to do the kind of things his brother had done with his fire.
Damon narrowed his eyes slightly, playfully, as he caught her oogle, wondering where her mind had gone exactly. He finished off his starter and neatly placed his knife and fork together, feeling more relaxed as they settled into their usual bantering. It felt as natural as breathing, to be this way with her. "I mean that can be arranged. .but there are conditions of course." He laughed lightly, his eyebrows raising. "Of course there are," He shouldn't be surprised, he took a sip again and placed his glass gently back on the table. "And what might those be?"
She placed her cutlery down on her plate as she finished her starter and used the edge of her napkin to wipe the edges of her mouth before taking a sip of wine. "Of course there are," She gave a little smirk and leant forward so her arms rested on the table. "And what might those be?" She pretended to think for a moment, acting as if she hadn't already had her mind in the gutter. "Oh the usual. . cooking, cleaning, laundry, daily foot rubs." If she was to be working full time, the housework would be down to him. She stretched her high heeled foot out to rub against one of his legs as she ran her eyes over him again. "Obviously there's a uniform when Josh isn't around. . less is more." She returned her gaze to his and bit her lip with a smile before leaning back slightly as the waitress came with their mains.
He grinned as Ashley leaned forwards toward him, and his lips already began to pull into a smirk, feeling like the conversation was about to get dirty already. "Oh the usual. . cooking, cleaning, laundry, daily foot rubs." He laughed lightly, nodding along as if he was taking it all in. "That sounds reasonable enough so far..." He teased, he had no issues with picking up housework - he tried to when he could anyway, he'd always been a bit of a neat freak and he had to try not to get too twitchy when things were out of place.
Damon jumped slightly as he felt a foot rub against his leg, and he shot her a look, his eyebrows raising slightly. "Obviously there's a uniform when Josh isn't around. . less is more." He was pulled right in, unable to look away from her, so freaking alluring, until she broke the spell and leaned back again. He pulled himself back, letting out a small breath as the waitress took their plates away. He took another sip of his drink, and half grinned. "Why do I get the impression this uniform is going to be a bow tie and a g-string?"
She smirked in satisfaction as she made him jump, taking pleasure in the fact that she could still have him eating out of the palm of her hand. With work and a four year old it was hard to find the time to actually make the effort to still look and feel sexy and it was good to know she still had it. She grinned softly as he sat back up when the waitress burst their bubble delivering the main. She thanked her and gave her a pointed look when her eyes lingered on Damon a little too long. She knew she didn’t have to be jealous with Damon; he was as loyal as they came but she still didn’t like other woman ogling her man. That was her job. "Why do I get the impression this uniform is going to be a bow tie and a g-string?” She gave him a flirtatious smile as she shrugged gently. ”I pictured you in an apron naked but a bow tie and g-string works too”
He caught the smirk and narrowed his eyes - goddamn her. She always had been good at getting under his skin; in the best possible way, of course. He shook his head in good humour at her answering grin, not needing to say a word as he knew his expressions were so clear to her - he would get her back for it later, so long as she said yes - and their toddler didn't interrupt. Damon was oblivious to the waitress's look, he only had eyes for Ashley, as he had for all their years together, and instead his mind switched to his food - one track minded as most men happened to be. He picked up his knife and fork as she answered him. ”I pictured you in an apron naked but a bow tie and g-string works too” Laughing gently, he shook his head. "I'm worried for the way your mind works," But he was teasing; as if he wouldn't request the same for her if the shoe was on the other foot.
She loved how easily she could get him hot and bothered with only a few words and actions. She’d have been concerned if it had been difficult, that sort of thing usually meant the relationship was starting to go stale and she couldn’t imagine that happening with Damon, they just bounced off of each other so naturally. She smiled at how oblivious he was to the waitress eyeing him up, unable to stop herself from smirking as the young girl tried to hide a frown as she left. She was half tempted to wave goodbye to her but she refrained, not wanting to spoil the mood. "I'm worried for the way your mind works," She laughed and lifted a brow. ”My mind? You’re the one who mentioned a bow tie and a G-string”
He hoped that perhaps later they might be able to continue this conversation in a more appropriate place, so long as the evening went well and she said yes. It had been a relatively easy decision to believe now was the time to ask her. They had settled back into Hickstead well, Josh was doing good at preschool, both him and Ash had stable jobs and were happy with their direction, it felt like the time to ask her to marry him. He'd thought about it before now but there had always been something, and he had been worried about coming back to the same town as his brother, but so far that had been no drama and he wanted to make Ashley his wife.
He grinned when she laughed. ”My mind? You’re the one who mentioned a bow tie and a G-string” it was his turn to laugh as he finished up his meal. "I was concerned for what your suggestion might have been, I figured I should get in there first." he teased, though there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Ash, he was pretty sure their love life didn't need that kind of spice just yet.
She picked up her glass of wine and brought it back to her lips to take a drink. "I was concerned for what your suggestion might have been, I figured I should get in there first." She grinned and shook her head. ”Are you implying I have a dirty mind?” She asked, lifting a brow with a smirk. He wasn’t wrong. With some of the friends she had, it was hard not to. Ashley crossed one leg over the other and leant back in her chair slightly as the waitress came over to take their plates and offer them a dessert menu. She picked it up and scanned it briefly, hoping something would catch her eye. ”Do you want dessert or grab something on the way home?” She asked, lifting her eyes to meet Damon’s.
He grinned as she sipped her wine, waiting for her next witty response. "I was concerned for what your suggestion might have been, I figured I should get in there first." Damon laughed and shook his head, "Of course you did," he acted as if he believed her, taking another sip of his drink and almost finishing it. ”Are you implying I have a dirty mind?” He pretended to be shocked. "I would never imply such a thing.... I know it's filthy." He teased, but there was nothing wrong with her mind - in fact he loved her for it.
He moved aside as the waitress took their plates and then he shifted forward again to glance at the menu. ”Do you want dessert or grab something on the way home?” Damon looked across to Ashley and smiled, "how about dessert to go?" He suggested, "I've got something planned on the way home," And it wasn't even dirty. His nerves resurfaced a little but he tried to ignore them; now was not the time to be worrying yet.
"I would never imply such a thing.... I know it's filthy." She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. Dirty minds could find humour in any situation. "how about dessert to go? I've got something planned on the way home," She lifted a brow, intrigued to what he’d been planning behind her back. ”Well that sounds exciting” She smiled and asked a passing waitress for the bill. Ashley finished her glass of wine while she waited for the woman to return, glancing at the number at the bottom of the piece of paper as she placed on the table. She picked up her purse and pulled out a few notes, glancing up at Damon. ”Don’t even start. .” She said with a knowing grin. It was his anniversary too and she wasn’t going to let him pay the whole bill. She put her money down on the plate before slipping her coat on. ”Where too Mr Thornton?”
He knew she was curious, and that was okay. It was slightly abnormal of him to suggest they go somewhere after dinner, which made him feel a little guilty that perhaps he had let them slip into a routine. Routines were good, he liked them and all, but he knew surprises and spontaneity was always welcome in a relationship; he had never been good at the latter. ”Well that sounds exciting” He laughed and gave her a quick grin, "It's not," He promised, which was a downright lie, but he didn't want to give anything away.
He finished his drink and went to grab the bill - but was beaten to it by Ashley. He opened his mouth with a frown, this was his proposal after all, but she knew him well and he found her cutting him off. ”Don’t even start. .” Rolling his eyes he didn't bother to argue - she always won- and instead he put the rest of the bill down in cash and helped her on with her coat. ”Where too Mr Thornton?” He offered her his arm once he had pulled on his own jacket, "Your chariot awaits," He didn't want things to be too obvious; he'd been tempted to hire a horse drawn wagon as it was a little too far to walk to the beach from here, but the car would have to do. He knew the perfect place to park up where they could walk down to a quiet area - and he had been able to keep the champagne and strawberries in the car then too. He opened the passenger door for her to slide into before getting around to the drivers side and setting off.
She hid a smirk as Damon opened his mouth to protest at her splitting the bill. She wasn’t a hard-core feminist; she loved to be treated but she believed in paying her own way when she felt like – tonight being one of those times. Plus it was fun to see Damon get a little flustered. She pretended to pout when he said the surprise wasn’t anything exciting. She knew money was tight at the moment, a romantic stroll around the park would have been a nice surprise and she’d be happy. "Your chariot awaits," She took his arm with a smile and kissed his cheek softly before heading out to the car. She almost swooned as he opened the door for her; chivalry clearly wasn’t dead with her boyfriend which made her love him all the more. She fastened her seatbelt with a click and glanced out of the window as they drove, trying to figure out their destination.
He smiled at the soft press of her lips to his cheek, it was always sweet moments like that that made him feel all the more love for her. She had always been affectionate but it felt that the longer they were together, the more gentle touches and sweet words were shared between them - like second nature. He made sure she had her belt buckled before he drove off, merging seamlessly into traffic and headed for the beach. Damon grinned as he glanced over a couple of times and saw how she was watching the landscape, clearly trying to work it out. "Now I feel like I've got your hopes up for something crazy," Though it was quite crazy, he didn't want her to think they were about to go jet setting or something.
He pulled up in a convenient spot at the beach carpark, it was only a short flight of steps down to the stand and as he opened the door, he smiled to feel that the wind was low, and there was still warmth in the air. "You take the lead, my lady." He indicated to the flight of steps as he quickly reached into the back to grab his nondescript bag of goodies, heading down with her and placing a hand on her back. "You can pick the spot," The beach stood empty at this time, but it looked pretty under the lighting of the night.
She looked out of the window as they pulled out of the restaurant car park, trying to get a sense of where they were going. From the direction they were heading in, she figured it could only be a handful of places. Since they’d had one of their first dates on the beach, she was betting on that being their destination. "Now I feel like I've got your hopes up for something crazy," She looked at him with a smile ”Nah, I’d have been happy just going for drive. .I mean the company’s not that bad. .” She teased. As they pulled into the beach car park, she smiled smugly to herself, happy that she knew him, that they were on the same wavelength since she probably would have suggested the same. "You take the lead, my lady." She got out of the car and tipped her head towards Damon. ”Why thank you kind sir.” She took off her heels, holding them in one hand as she began the descent to the beach, taking one step at a time. "You can pick the spot," She grinned and looked around ”Ooh all the power . .” She joked before walking closer toward the water and stopping before the sand changed. ”Here?” She asked, glancing back to Damon.
