peaches & cream

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garfitz‌:

                    “Good,” He wet his lips, dragging his tongue over the bottom of his rouge, plump flesh, tempted with a large smile, “Because I hadn’t drawn up a plan B,” The brunette capered, his feet shifting, inching closer to her, blue eyes down on her features. She was stunning, really, and he knew he wasn’t the first to find himself smitten. He watched her chin tilt up; her hand find his forearm, the delicacy of the moment felt attainable, like a net to a butterfly, “One day, Brenna,” He told her, “One day, with my peaches and under my terms. Nothing but the best, that’s how it’s gotta be,” The brunette jested once more, eyes scanning her, from her lips to the base of her hairline and then back down again to her warm brown hues, “–Sure,” He replied softly, taking a step back as she went to retrieve her bag, and when she returned he began to walk towards the steps feeling her heat close. He made a faux wince after she asked about a surprise, the pair starting down the stairs, “See, I tried, but the new car I was looking at didn’t really seem to fit, so,” Garrett capered, looking over his shoulder, turning as he reached the bottom of the steps to wait for her.  

He speaks and she’s hit with the sudden and over whelming desire to let her eyes flutter closed so she can simply bask in the sound of his voice; to savour how it sounds on the syllables of her name, to reach out an claim the unspoken promise that lingers there. “One day. Completely under your terms.” Her tone is light, teasing, her dark eyes bright. “You’re awfully demanding for a farm boy. After all this hype, i’m expecting great things, Garrett.” Her lips part, the full shape coated in that signature rich red she knows so well, and a soft sound falls out. It’s something akin to sympathy, only lighter, brighter and tinted with amusement. “Mmm, bummer. Guess we can cross driving-off-into-the-sunset off the list.” He lingers at the base of the staircase, her steps eating away the distance until she reaches the bottom step. With the added height, she’s level with him; close enough to distinguish the deeper shades of blue swirling in those irises. Her gaze drifts down down down to that mouth. Lingers. Rises to his eyes again. “Probably for the best. It’s such a cliche.” Tucking a few strands of dark hair behind her ear, she settles her hand on the curve of his arm before jumping down onto the main floor. Her own eyes crinkle upwards with her smile. “So, we’ve got the entire gulf. Where to?”

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radleexdaniels‌:

radlee’s arm instinctively placed itself over her shoulders, looking between the two as she explained. trying to not laugh at her chosen topic, and then the other girl’s reaction to it, he was quick to mutter a sorry as he begun to pull breana in the other direction. “oof if that’s not how to make someone think we are kind of insane i don’t know what is.”

with one more sickeningly sweet smile tossed over her shoulder she allowed radlee to lead them away. “brilliant, no?” she gave him a sly smile, lifting hers shoulders in a shrug. “she looked ready to unhinge her jaw and eat you for breakfast. now she thinks you’re some born again christian who’s cool with the occasional sacrifice. i doubt she’ll try to jump you anytime soon.”

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garfitz‌:

                    When she opened the door he couldn’t help but smile, eyes scanning her very briefly, taking careful note of her dress. It made him wonder what she was up to; if he was in fact interrupting, or even worse: someone else had already snatched her up for their own. He took the situation now with a grain of salt, preparing for the looming answer of, ‘another time, maybe’. He watched her shoulder ease against the door, her frame sinking down a few inches, his smile tested, his eyes managing to pull away from hers to glance down at the bag, “Uh,” He let out a small, nervous laugh, head swiveling into a single shake, “I was just about to, actually,” The male admitted, looking back up into her umber eyes, “–– Thought I’d ask you to join me.” The male grinned as she brought up his drink. She remembered. He raised the bag in gesture, head lightly cocking to the side, “No lemonade. Not today. But I do have a turkey sandwich with your name on it if that’s any consolation.”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip in an effort to conceal her growing grin. It’s all in vain. The smile breaks free, lighting up her features. It’s as unstoppable as the warmth flooding her chest. It’s silly really, to have such a visceral reaction to a gesture so simple, so sweet. But it’s a first for her. “You, me and turkey sandwiches. That.. That sounds really good actually. I don’t think I could, in good conscious, say no to an offer like that.” She tips her chin up to peer into those blue eyes of his. “Besides, the promise of lemonade gives me something to look forward to for next time. Someone once told me the best things are worth waiting for.” Reaching out to rest her fingers against his forearm, she gestured vaguely behind her. “Just let me grab my bag and we can go.” The small beach bag had just enough room to house the essentials - a bottle of sunscreen, a bright beach towel and a floppy hat. She snatched it off the floor and joined Garrett outside of her room. She nudged his arm with her own. “Got any other surprises stashed in that cooler bag?” 

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@brcnnaj

                    As odd as it was sharing a house with strangers there was some convenience in it. Especially when the girl you were interested in was only five steps away. Five steps away and a knock on her door–– that’s all it took. And that’s exactly what he was doing outside of the cracked entry to her bedroom for the week, a blue cooler bag in hand that he’d been working on filling for the past half hour. Luckily she hadn’t come down. He laid his knuckles against the wood and knocked, ready for a sign or the opening of the door, rubbing his hand against the front of his khaki shorts as he waited.

[brcnnaj-blog]

The knock comes as she’s pushing her arms through the straps of her dress. She yanks the light black fabric over her head, just barely managing to catch the sunglasses before they slide from their precarious perch on the crown of her head. She swings open the door and her brows jump slightly at the unexpected surprise waiting just on the other side. A smile blossoms on her lips. Spending a week sharing the same house - granted it was along with several other students - she had already resolved to take full advantage and seek him out. Evidently, he had the same idea. “Garrett.” Something warm unspools inside her chest at the sight of him. “I thought you’d already be at the beach by now.” She rests a shoulder against the edge of the door, taking a moment to drink him in. “Did you come back for some of that famous peach lemonade?” She teases, gesturing towards the cooler bag knocking against his leg.

[henryxdaniels]

it was a kind of attention he wasn’t used to receiving so openly but this person was so set on him that he felt like he was trapped. “i ah reall-” every time he tried to finish the conversation they continued and he was to polite to just walk off. scanning around he spotted a familiar face, “oh hey!” an awkward wave and a smile that read ‘help me’ shone in the familiar face’s direction. 

[brcnnaj-blog]

it’s a look of desperation she’s seen before. typically on the faces of her friends when they can’t seem to shake the aggressive advances at the bar or outside the rink on game day. “hey, there you are.” with a smile she settles up beside him and slips her arm around his waist. she turns her smile onto his companion, injecting a terrible amount of sweetness into her voice as she spoke. "so sorry to steal him away but if we hurry, we can still join the afternoon prayer circle. it’s so much better now that they decided the whole ‘sacrifice’ thing should be optional.”

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garfitz‌:

                    Endeared, he was, to hear about what she enjoyed. Her passion. He was passionate about other people being passionate, and it showed. The smile on his face softened, growing wider, his eyes yielding a more attentive fixture, “I know what you mean,” He told her, and he meant it, voice hushed, “I play lacrosse–– I’m a big lacrosse guy, and if I could actually skate I probably would’ve tried hockey at one point,” The male admitted, “They’re similar, in a lot of ways. But the south doesn’t like ice, and the fact stands that I couldn’t even skate a figure eight if my life depended on it,” He capered, his eyes following her as she dipped further down, the male deciding to inch closer, “But I respect it, and that’s cool that you like it. I don’t know a lot of girls that like sports,” His blue eyes watched her brown glide up his own frame, and he knew that she knew he was watching. There was divinity in that feeling. His lips parted, his gaze dipping down, through the water, to her black bikini top, “What else to do you like?” His chin rose slightly, his eyes following, finding their way back to her umber rings. He smiled, taking pride in his past; his history, and even more so in the fact that she thought it suited him, “Oh, mostly corn and grain… Some cows, pigs, goats, chickens, horses.“ He smiled, "And a few peach trees, upon my request.” Garrett let out a small laugh, “–I make a mean peach lemonade, just so you know.”

Despite the fact that the noise level of the public pool hadn’t diminished, the volume of their conversation had lowered considerably; dipping into something more intimate all together. The space between them is slowly disintegrating. The distance growing smaller and smaller still with every lean forward, every twitch of a muscle. It wouldn’t take much effort to erase the negative space entirely. “I think sports are just in my blood.” She admitted. Truthfully, she didn’t know many girls who shared her passion for the game, with the exception of a few of her teammates from her soccer days. His gaze wandered as much as hers, the water doing little to conceal and hard lines and curves. “That’s a pretty broad question. I like a lot of things.” Her smile turned coy, “I like your hands.” She reached for his hand. Bringing it above the water, she turns his hand so it’s resting palm up inside of her own. He has nice hands. Really nice hands if she’s being honest. His fingers are long without being too bony and his palm is large without being too beefy. They are work hands. Hands that lift and carry and build; strong and rough and calloused from hard work. She glides her thumbs over the callouses decorating his palm, taking her time exploring the feel of his skin against hers. “I’ll have to hold you to that. I love peaches.” A vision of his family farm danced in her mind. Hundreds of acres of lush green land, animals roaming, fields of corn stalks stretching high over her head. It was so different from the home she knew in Vermont. “It sounds nice. What’s your favourite part?” She worked her fingers up to his forearm, pressing into the muscles and tendons she knew lay beneath the surface. 

[henryxdaniels]

he didn’t expect anyone to be in the auditorium, his plan was to be in peace and quiet to do one of his few hobbies which was write poems. his own apartment was to boring to do it, and not to mention people often ventured around uninvited, so the auditorium had become a useful space for him. wandering in he took a seat, a row behind the other, “ah hope i’m not interrupting anything?”

[brcnnaj-blog]

Chewing on the corner of her lower lip, she continued to thumb through her Instagram feed, blissfully unaware that she was no longer alone. When he made his presence know she startled, her boots falling off the top of the seat in front of her and her hand flying to press against her chest. “Shit—“ She let out a breath of laughter, giving herself a shake of her head. “Sorry. You scared me.” She straightened in her chair and glanced at the time displayed on her phone and blew out a small sigh. She turned to meet his eyes with a smile. “You’re not interrupting. Looks like I’ve been stood up anyways.”

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garfitz‌:

                    As she spoke he moved closer, gaze steady on her own, his arm lifting to rest on the side of the pool, next to her own, “Okay,” He nodded, eyes scanning her own for a moment, freehand lifting to rub at his own lobe. A smile had found its way to his lips, “–‘Why hockey?’ is my next question, I guess,” The brunette asked, curious, already taking note, his head slightly leaning forward. He would’ve noted himself as a good listener he supposed or at least one that was able to connect the dots. He quickly figured that she was from up north, maybe grew up with atheletics. Her body surely mirrored that being the case; she looked like a swimmer or a runner. She was magnetic, to say the least. Her question, while expected made him think; eyes drifting off to the side, his tongue finding the side of his mouth, “… Home. Home is what I’m aiming for,” The boy settled upon, moving his arm back into the water, sinking down to his shoulders as he leveled with the female, “–– My parents run a farm. A big farm. About three hundred acres,” He smiled at the thought of it, “I wanna run it myself one day.”

“I love the sport.” She lifted her lithe shoulders is the barest of shrugs, providing the one most important fact in deciding ones future career. She holds his gaze, her dark eyes blazing bright and her lips pulled up into a soft of giddy smile. He leans in with rapt attention, as if he’s anticipating more. “I started watching because of my dad. He played all through university and he coaches now. I grew up watching games with him. And then.. I don’t know, I just loved it. There is just something about it that gets my heart racing.” She pressed her hand against her chest, her fingers tapping out the rhythm of a rapid pulse. She glanced up at him through her lashes. “Do you know what I mean?” She dips herself a little further into the water, letting the warmth sink into her bronzed skin. He speaks of his home with such fondness the side of her eyes crinkle up slightly with her smile. Her gaze wanders down the length of him; the broadness of his shoulders, the cords of muscle wrapped around his arms, his hands - work hands. The promise of maintaining a farm through nothing more then a hard days work seems to fit him perfectly. “It suits you. What kind of farm is it?”

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jcronimo‌:

the smell of coffee made his mouth water. he groaned dramatically as brenna drank, clutching at his heart as if it was physically hurting him. “you’re a mean, mean woman. c'mon, give me like, a tiny sip.”

his impressive display of theatrics had an airy laugh falling from her lips. “you sure you want to take that risk? i could take my coffee black and doused with sugar.” she glanced down at the deep red stain marking her cup. the cream consistency meant transfer was a guarantee. “and i’m not sure you’re ready to rock his shade of red.”

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garfitz‌:

                    “Ominous? No–” He shook his head, assurance in his tone, watching her dive in, his torso sinking into the cool water until it was up to his neck, hues growing bluer against the pool lights. She resurfaced and he continued speaking, “… Just long and tiring, but you don’t wanna hear about it,” The male offered a smile, eyes moving down what was visible of her, “I think I’d much rather hear about you,” The roll of the dice; the slide of the bishop, he was curious to learn more about her, but not before he let out a laugh, her question raising a smirk to his lips, “Desperate? Yes,” He capered, lips widening into a grin before sinking into the water fully, wetting his head before he stood up to his full seventy-three inches, giving his dark locks a shake before he ran a hand through them, “So, tell me what you want to do after you graduate.”

Her lips lift into a little knowing smirk when she catches his gaze wandering. He spins the conversation back around with such ease and she can’t help but share his grin, her laughter rising up to mingle and meld together with his.. “Yeah? Just maybe you’ll hear something you like.” Though she’s not exactly short, he’s still got more then a few inches on her. The top of her head is level with his chin, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet those deep blue eyes. “The dream job? Athletic trainer for a NHL team.” She pauses for a beat and then amends her statement with a wave of her hand. “Or any professional sports team actually. I’m trying not to spoil myself just yet.” Amongst the sea of inspiring authors and marketing students and social science connoisseurs, she was a bit of an anomaly. While most of her fellow students aimed for the wonderful cooperate world, she aspired to spend her days with those at the very peek of their athletic careers. “And what are you aiming for, Garrett?”

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garfitz‌:

                    He had taken a step forward, shirt still in his hands, “‘Convincing’–” He repeated the word, as if it were to be taken into particular consideration, “I wouldn’t have you convinced, would I, Brenna?” The male turned, a slug grin on his face, the answer to his playful question pictured before him, now in a black bikini. His blue eyes, darkened in the absence of sunlight roamed her body as she kicked her sandals aside, knowing she wasn’t looking; knowing she couldn’t call him out on it. Yet. The night wasn’t over and she didn’t appear to be going anywhere. He tossed his shirt onto his lounge chair, giving her a just as lofty smile as she turned to face him, his gaze now behaving, settled on her brown hues. He laughed at her question, eyes darting to her lips, nothing but corruption guarding her pretty mouth. He knew she was interested. It was only a matter of if she knew that he knew, “That’s a loaded question,” He capered, sardonic again, “… I think it depends on the mood, you know? Tonight, I’m all in,” The brunette told her, stepping towards the end of the pool, sitting down before he slid himself in, “–– The water? Too tempting after the day I’ve had.” 

Tonight, I’m all in. His answer has her lips lifting up in a pleased smile. “Yeah? Glad to hear it.” She allows her gaze to linger and wander freely as he bends and slips his body into the blue water. She lifts her brows at his admission and looses a small soft hum, dragging her thumb along the curve of her lower lip - an action made possible without her signature red lips. “Well, that sounds ominous.” She joins him, but rather then sliding in, she arches her body in a graceful dive and resurfaces a few feet away. Turning around, she glides to the edge of the pool and she rests one arm over the tiled edge, angling her body towards his. “So, rough day got you desperate for a little relaxation?”

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garfitz‌:

                    “I’m used to losing in my shroud of dignity, but I think I’ll take the complete and major loss on this one,” He capered, a small laugh bubbling up to his lips causing them to part and for white canines to become exposed. He wet his lips, shrugged, a hand rising to scratch briefly at his own neck, “I can sure try though, can’t I? I’d like to think all waves start off as a ripple,” The brunette admitted, finally getting a glimpse at her maple hues as she lifted her glasses, her lashes abundant, in the center, her hearths beaming with a softness he hadn’t expected. His smile twitched, rising, lowering and then lifting to a resolute smirk, “Brenna,” Garrett repeated, letting the name rest on his tongue, giving her hand a shake, “It’s nice to meet you,” He told her, dropping her hand before gesturing towards the water with a thumb as he stood up, “You maybe wanna get in the pool?” The male offered, reaching back to pull his shirt over his head, “–Y’know, before another flying monkey comes sweeping in trying to get you to oil up his back.” 

She twitches her brows when he samples her name, the syllables rolling off his tongue, slipping between an endearing smirk. She hums softly in agreement. “Yeah, you too.” Meeting him serves as a glowing highlight to her day.  She follows his thumb and the glance towards the pool costs her. When her gaze returns, Garrett is on his feet, his shirt bundled in his hands. The perusal of his frame can’t be helped. Her dark eyes drag over the newly exposed skin and her lips twitch upwards. “Now there’s a convincing offer.” She says with a laugh. Standing, she finds the knot of her halter dress and plucks it open, letting the material fall to a heap at her feet. She kicks it aside with her sandals. The black two piece she sports isn’t stringy or ties together with pathetic scraps of string but it sits high on her hips and flatters the curves of her body. She wanders to the edge of the pool, the bright red polish of her toes setting off her tanned skin and spares him a glance over her shoulder. “So are you a jump-right-in or a dip-your-toes-first kinda guy?” There is nothing obscene about her question and yet the smile she gives him is down right mischievous.

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bashlockwood‌:

HE   THOUGHT   ABOUT   THIS   FOR   A   MOMENT   BEFORE   RAISING   HIS   BROWS   IN   RECOGNITION,   giving   a   nod   of   his   head,   “I   guess   it   IS   what   it   looks   like.”   Bash   affirmed,   foot   tapping   anxiously,   “But   what   this   painted   picture   fails   to   reveal   is   the   hot   barista   who   was   previously   naked   WITH   me.”

she pushed her lips together slightly, hiding the hint of brewing laughter and nodded. “uh huh. i guess i’m not the only one having a good day, then.” she stepped inside the bathroom, letting the door close behind her, her heeled boots clicking as she approached the sink. “i’m gonna wash my hands, you mind? i’ll be faster then a quickie.” she flashed him an amused grin before turning on the faucet and dipping her hands under the water.

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jcronimo‌:

“yeah, well. my life’s hard.” the smell of coffee was heavenly, and jerome felt like banging his head against a table. “you’re taunting me, that’s mean.”

“if you thought that was bad, this next part is gonna get obscene.” tossing her stir stick in the garbage, she snapped on the lid. raising her cup to her mouth, she glanced up at him, offering him a seemingly innocent smile. “you should probably look away now.” she warned before taking a hearty sip, her crimson lips leaving behind a pretty stain on the previously white lid.

[jcronimo]

why did everyone seem to think all med students were morning people? couldn’t his classes not all be at 8am? jerome didn’t mind mornings, but not if they started with the blaring sound of his alarm clock. at least there was coffee and a good wake up playlist to get him out of bed. he just rolled out of bed, put on a hoodie and some sweats and then made his way to the nearest coffee shop, where he chilled as the caffeine did his job and music was blaring through his headphones. it was a routine that worked. until. today. “what do you mean, the machine’s broken? don’t you have more than one machine?” jerome sighed and turned to the person next to him. “that’s it, my life’s over.”

[brcnnaj-blog]

luck was clearly favouring her today. not only was she early for class and gloriously ahead on her course readings, but she happened to be lucky enough to snag a coffee right before the complicated espresso machine ground to a screeching halt. she’s mixing in a bit of sugar when his impressive sigh snags her attention. “a bit dramatic. but i mean..” she lifted her still steaming coffee and relented. “i get that.”

[roryaikins]

“OH   FUCK!”   Bash   blurted   out,   hands   flying   down   to   cover   at   his   exposed   crotch,   “This…isn’t   what   it   looks   like.”   Completely   BUTT   naked   and   no   longer   alone,   cheeks   tinting   pink.

[brcnnaj-blog]

brenna paused mid step at the sight before her. resting a hip against the doorway, she tilted her head a fraction and lifted an incredulous brow. “right.” she swirled a ringed finger in his direction. “so you’re not standing naked in a coffee shop bathroom?”

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garfitz‌:

                    His hips turned, legs shifting to the side so that he was now facing her bench, ultimately falling keen to a conversation; intrigued with what she had to say. A compliment, he insinuated, tossed his way in a quip. It made him smile, glance down at his own frame and reply with a mere under-the-breath laugh. Contrary to popular belief he wasn’t the type to bathe in compliments about his appearance. It wasn’t the way to his heart, but, he appreciated it nevertheless, and it certainly didn’t hurt coming from her. He let out another laugh, larger this time, resting somewhere between a chortle and a titter. The male shook his head, rubbing an eye, “I–… I couldn’t even compete,” He admitted, looking over at her, smile widening, “I know. Don’t try to act so disappointed,” The boy capered, sarcastic, pausing for a brief moment, blue eyes giving her a once-over again, this time with a hint care, “Well… Unfortunately, it sounds like you’ve been pawed at one to many times, but I promise: we’re not all dogs. Not all of us. So, I apologize on behalf of the male-species–” A hand had risen to his own chest as he spoke, and once he was done he extended it to shake, “I’m Garrett, by the way.”

She rolls onto her side and props one elbow on the recliner, letting her chin rest on her fist. It’s not the first time she’s noticed him around, but it is the first time they’ve engaged in conversation. And judging by the times she’s spotted his large frame across the pool, he frequents the space as often as she does. “Can’t say that’s a bad thing. I’m as competitive as the next person but this is one you’re better off not winning.” His laugh inspires one of her own, her head nodding along with the sound of their amusement. “You don’t have to apologize. You’d be stuck here all day trying to atone the sins of your fellow man.” Her smile grows softer. “The good ones are always a little harder to find.” She pushes her sunglasses up into her dark hair and takes his hand. “Garrett.” She echoed, trying the name out on her tongue. “It’s always nice to put a name to a face. I’m Brenna.”