queenncleo:
Cleo scrutinized Beckett’s expression as he recalled a distant memory of the girl. She was trying to determine if he was telling the full story, that all he had done was given her a few pills or a bump or two and that was as far as their relationship went – much to Paige’s disappointment. In their social circle, there were some people that would stretch and bend the truth about their sex lives, simply to keep up appearances and the gossip at bay, but Beckett didn’t have a reason to lie to Cleo. Other than maybe spite, but since his demeanor toward her seemed as good as its ever been, she decided to take his word for it. “Oh don’t pretend as if you don’t love the fact that there’s another girl who won’t get off your dick.” She chided teasingly, knowing good and well that was the kind of shit Beckett and his posse lived for – being the richest, hottest, and most desirable men in the Tri-state area. So this was just one of those things that came with the territory. Rolling her eyes at the mention of Paige’s rack, Cleo neglected to acknowledge Beckett’s compliment towards the girl. If she wanted, Cleo could have the best god damn tits that money could buy. Surely, they would have been better than that nobody Paige’s, but there was something off-putting about having literal water-filled, plastic balloons surgically attached to her chest. Cleo liked her naturally perky, obviously above average chest and she’s certainly never been given any grief about them from anyone who’s had the rare privilege to see or touch them, so why would she be so anxious to run out and change an already good thing?
It was hard for Cleo to tell if this sudden change between her and Beckett was fleeting, a mere result of being liquored up all day and forced to share such close quarters or if it was here to stay. Maybe they were finally realizing that neither of them were going anywhere and they had no choice but to suck it up and adjust. It was still too soon to tell, but Cleo was sure it would be a bit easier once the buzzing haze of a day’s worth of alcohol wasn’t impacting her judgement so heavily. “We might not have a choice in that soon enough since all of our friends seem to enjoy pairing off so much.” She mumbled behind the lip of the whiskey bottle as she went to drink from it again. Right now, Cleo didn’t mind it. Especially since there was still a part of her that was grateful that Beckett wasn’t the one currently inside fucking her best friend. “And what I don’t understand about this whole thing is, how are we the hottest ones here and we’re the only ones not getting laid?” The liquor Cleo had ingested loosened her lips just a little too much, since before she could stop herself, an inadvertent compliment not suited for the relationship she and Beckett had slipped right out of her mouth. Of course there was still a chance he might not have caught it, considering he was pretty fucked up too, but even if he did, it’s not like they both couldn’t deny what she had said was true. Their egos were far too big for them to contest that.
In an effort to make a point that her words were in no way to be taken seriously, Cleo spoke again. This time, saying something even more ludicrous than the last – as if doing so would somehow negate the fact that she had just openly admitted that she found Beckett hot and at the same tier of attractiveness as she was. “You wanna make out? Might make us feel better about ourselves.” The corners of Cleo’s mouth twitched upward, a small smirk playing on her lips. She wasn’t serious. At least that’s what she was trying to convince herself, anyway. Or maybe, she just needed to use humor to deflect so that Beckett wouldn’t be able to tell that she actually meant it. Because how fucked up would she be if Cleo actually allowed herself to want such a taboo thing? Glancing over at the male, Cleo’s eyes studied the length of him, spending a particularly long moment unknowingly admiring his lips. Guiltily, she had thought about them like this before, and now, she found herself fixating on them again. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it because of how goddamn cliche it was to need the attention of the opposite sex, Cleo was lonely. And the fact that her friends were all enjoying the company of hot men tonight and she wasn’t made her bitter. If anyone deserved to enjoy a few orgasms tonight, it was her.
“Kidding.” She added quickly, suddenly fearing that Beckett would see right through her facade. That was the last thing she wanted to happen. Hazel eyes holding his attention for just a moment longer, Cleo then turned her gaze back to the lake, a smile still ghosting her lips. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with me.” It was easier for her to revert back to insulting him than it should have been, but there was still a fond playfulness in her tone.
Beckett took a drag of the spliff, a cloud of smoke escaping his mouth and surrounding the two of them before it departed with the slight breeze. He rolled his eyes at her words, which was a usual reaction whenever they talked at home. However, it was an action cause by agreement out of her words, and disgust at their truthfulness, not because she was talking shit like she usually did. He shrugged his shoulders, watching her lips mumble behind the bottle of whiskey as she raised it to her lips. He agreed, and although he wouldn't say no to taking one of Cleo's friends for a ride, he was happy that she hadn't fallen into bed with one of his own. His ears stilled at the compliment, and he turned to look at her, spliff lazily between his fingers. "You think I'm the hottest one here? Apart from you?" His lips grew into a smirk, if not from the compliment from a girl who hated every fiber of his being, then from necessity of making fun of his soon to be step sisters slip up.
His blue eyes cast over the dark waters of the lake, and he had a few seconds to contemplate the thought. On one hand, she had a point. But on the other hand, that would have led to Cleo fucking one of his friends and that stirred up dreadful and confusing ideas. Under the influence of the whiskey and the weed, he pondered the thought of those jealous musings and what they could have meant. His thoughts were interrupted, her query regarding a quick make out session causing shock to reverberate through his body. His eyes left the lake, shooting over to Cleo sitting next to him, smirk plaguing the corner of her lips, and a specific look behind her eyes he couldn't particularly pinpoint. They were sitting near, arms almost brushing against each other in their closeness. To say he hadn't thought about it would be a lie. A certain train of thought led from one to another whilst Beckett would be lying in bed at night, what he would have blamed on a moment of weakness was more a moment of attraction. Beckett assured himself this was a natural reaction to Cleo's attractive demeanor and filthy mouth. He assessed the meaning behind the look in her eyes, moonlight casting light on her hazel hues and casting shadows on his decision making skills.
He contemplated the thought. It would have been easy for Beckett to lean in, to press his lips against her own and shut her up. To wrap his arm around her and pull her close, to throw his spliff into the lake and forget about everything back at the lakehouse. Her hazel eyes gazed into his blues, and as he scrutinized the thought of making a move, Cleo's mouth opened to speak once more. "I'd have to disagree." A large sigh escaped his lungs, and a smile found its way to his lips. "I know exactly what to do with women like you." He held out the spliff with one hand, the other grabbing the bottle of whiskey from her, not bothering to wait for her to offer it to him halfway. His large hand ghosting over her own for a second, he pulled it from her grip and raised it to his lips.














