... Wait, what?

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winonaduval‌:

She relaxed into him, humming appreciatively in the few moments she got with him wrapped around her. It was now that was best to catch her off guard, caught between sleep and the reality of the world, of her feelings. Winona let out a huff of surprise as he heaved her up, hands gripping at his waist from behind. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Her eyes stayed closed but a small smile spread across her features at the feeling of him resting on her as. “Getting me up, then getting you hash browns. Then probably sex.” After a small pause, she nodded, tapping his ass with one hand. “Yeah, I want food and sex, that’s the plan.”

Stretching her arms. she wiggled, trusting Cash enough not to drop her on her head. If she were honest with herself, Winona was enjoying herself a little too much; she could settle into waking up most days — if not all — like this. That wasn’t an option, though, she was sure of it.

“Food and sex, god that’s like the dream.” He was getting those dumb warm butterfly feelings in his stomach, it was enough to make him want to slam her back down on the bed and just kiss her all over for the rest of the day, But... hash browns. 

“To the diner we go, can you walk yourself or do want a piggy back, or do you want to give me a piggy back?” He carried her out into hallway and locked his door, telling his cats to be good babies while he was closing it. His hand involuntarily slapped Winnie’s ass as the thought occurred to him. “Hey, do you mind if after hash browns we stop in at the shop? I should check in on my plant babies...” 

For a moment he paused. “Is it weird that I have cat babies, and plant babies? I feel very maternal lately... it’s weird... but also maybe, endearing? Or a little sexy perhaps? No, sexy is definitely pushing it. Definitely.” 

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winonaduval:

Winona’s eyes darted open at the disruption to her sleep, forgetting where she was until she managed to blink a few times, finding herself staring up at Cash. A grumble left her lips as she stretched out, arms above her head, still slowly adjusting to her surroundings. Swiping the back of her hand across her eyes, Winnie managed to look Cash directly in the eyes, brows furrowed at his actions.

“Why couldn’t you deliver me hash browns,” she murmured, accent heavy with sleep. 

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, resisting the urge to pull Cash back into her hold and burrow into him once more. Her sleep had been, for once, dreamless, and she was more than content to throw herself back into that black hole. 

One look at Cash told her it wasn’t happening, though. She pushed her hair away from her face, arms reaching out towards him. “Get me up,” she whined, pouting slightly.

Cash smiled mischievously, a little too smitten at her whiney desire to be gotten up. It was a good excuse to wrap his arms around her again, which he very very much enjoyed. “Fine,” he groaned, rolling his eyes though his mouth didn’t hide his smiles. He hoisted her up by the arms and threw her over his shoulder, stumbling back slightly as he stood. 

“Woah, deja vu.” He whispered. Her ass was right next to his ear and for a moment he rested his hand on it, then his cheek, and felt his eyes start to lull shut, still consumed with sleepiness. “Wait, what were we gonna do? I got distracted by your butt. That will happen again.” 

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winonaduval:

All she could do was hum at his words, too relaxed now to put any effort into their conversation. He’d be there when she woke up — which was the truth, for once. It wasn’t something she was telling herself just to stop herself from feeling like a lonely piece of shit. 

His question brought dragged her an inch or two back into reality, the sudden reminder of the day hitting her in the gut. Winnie didn’t want to deal with it right now, didn’t want to reveal just how thoughtless and uncaring of a person she could be to the guy that had just confessed that he wouldn’t just watch her burning to death if a sudden fire came upon her. 

She huffed, not moving away from him, muffling her words, “Doesn’t matter now, too tired. Later.” It could be avoided later, too; she’d find something to distract him with easily enough.

“Later... whenever... too comfy...” Cash mumbled, his eyes closing as he feel asleep. 

He opened his eyes, his tongue lapped around his lips as his eyes adjusted to the light coming in through the window. He had his arm wrapped around Winnie, who was still asleep, and lightly removed it from her as he sat up in the bed. Blue was sleeping on the pillow about her head like a little grey crown. A good omen. Cash smiled happily as the cat opened it’s blue-grey eyes, daring him to disturb them. 

Cash was warm and sweaty, remembering he’d had a lot of dreams, but couldn’t remember what they were. Now he was hot and hungry and thirsty. He quickly stripped down and grabbed whatever clothes he could find. Then his eyes went to Winnie, who looked quite cute while she slept, and abandoned those clothes for ones that smelled a bit better. 

He brushed his teeth quickly, tip-toeing around his apartment while Pepe sat on the kitchen counter, judging his careful movements. “I don’t want to wake her up.” He rationalized to the cat. When he felt relatively clean and presentable, he leaned over Winnie on the bed and kissed her tempe, “Wake up,” He coaxed, “I wanna go get hash browns.” Blue did not look impressed by his words. 

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winonaduval:

“Pussy lovers only, noted,” she managed, moving impossibly closer to him. This was… nice. For once, she felt like she was doing something all the other people her age did. Maybe not with their weed dealer, probably with their college boyfriend, sharing a shitty single bed in an even shittier dorm room. In comparison, she was hitting the jackpot. 

But she was relaxed, despite the events of the day, feeling like she could finally breathe for a minute without having to keep an eye on everybody around her. She trusted Cash. Sure, they hadn’t known one and other for long, but in the time they had he’d somehow proved to her that she didn’t have to worry with him. They fell into sync almost instantly, found their own little beat. 

His words startled her slightly, the hand wrapped around him gripping that little bit tighter. Winona forced herself to breathe, pulling away from where she’d hidden her face against his neck to glace up at him, unable to stop the small smile that found its way onto her face at the sight of him. Sure, she was shit scared, but she also didn’t want any of this to stop, was tired of going through her days alone with only Scottie’s return home getting her through things. Cassius made her laugh, hard, and didn’t just take what he wanted from her; he gave, too. 

Burrowing back into him, she pressed a quick kiss to his pulse point, nuzzling. “I like you too,” she allowed, eyes closing once more. 

Cash smiled sleepily, he could feel Winn moving around under his hands but didn’t care to open his eyes. He lay perfect content next to her and felt as though everything would be alright. As if to seal it Blue jumped up onto the bed and laid lazily across both their torsos. “Well, I hope you don’t need to pee or eat cuz now we’re stuck here until the cat says otherwise.” 

Hearing that she liked him too, a fact he doubted almost entirely, felt nice. Being around Winn, who was an unpredictable roller coaster at the best of times, soemtimes made him feel anxious, and sometimes a good anxious, but hearing that there was some actual feeling there, brought him to ease. 

“Hey, what happened to you before you came here? I was distracted before cuz well, I was asleep, but were you alright? You seemed a bit... I don’t know... flustered?” 

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winonaduval:

She let out a shriek as his hand landed on her, making a point to dig her nails into the skin that was beneath the shirt she was gripping onto. Her fingers smoothed over the indents she had inevitably made in his skin, quiet now she was comfortable in her predicament. The events from earlier that day had easily slipped her mind, content now to surround herself in all things Cash. 

Her eyes closed once he began moving, not wanting to invite any nausea she had managed to fight off thus far, instead humming in agreement with his decision. “I’m honoured,” she grinned, though he couldn’t see it. It was still there when he laid her down on the bed, hips wiggling as she attempted to make her own little indent in the bed. 

Then he was there, closing the distance between them without a second thought. Winona hesitated for a moment, before throwing caution to the wind; Cash was comfortable, this was fine. Totally cool. Slinging an arm over his torso, her head burrowed into his neck, a content smile on her lips on his collarbone. She huffed out a laugh at his words, humming as her hand slid up underneath his t-shirt, wrapping around his side without thought. 

“I’ll give you a good review on Yelp,” she murmured, eyes fluttering closed. “You’ll have all the bitches at your door trying to get their high quality nap time.” Winona ignored the feeling that arose once more at her own words, mentally dismissing it as pathetic. They had no commitment to one and other — hell, she could be three towns over tomorrow and never see him again. That’d happened enough times for her not to rule it out; she and Scottie rarely settled long enough for anything of worth to come out of where they stayed. 

For once, though, her excitement for the new and unknown was dulled. It was stupid, probably; she’d get over it if they did move. There would be no choice, she’d have to. 

He was not movie he would never movie. His bed was too comfortable and Winona was here. Her hand ran up his side and he shivered a little bit, smiling at how warm it was and how perfectly she fit into him. “Please just put a little note that review that the bitches must love cats. Non-negotiable.” 

He also wanted to add another note that he didn’t want any other bitches but the one in his bed and that she wasn’t a bitch except when she was and it was charming and kind’ve an intimidating turn on. But he couldn’t say any of that out loud or he’d have a Duval shaped hole in his door for his cats to escape through. They already managed to get into the hall enough as it was. 

Winnie’s hair smelt fruity and clean and while half his brain was thinking about how nice it was and the other half thought about how he probably smelled like absolutely crap and musty apartment, and well, just a lot of weed, his mouth somehow got away with muttering, “I like you a lot.” in his half-asleep state.”

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winonaduval:

A small shot of something that seemed like joy ran through her at his agreement; she took it as a confirmation that no, he wasn’t already getting sick of her shit like so many others did. Winona was fun, could always be the life of the party, but not everybody wanted to go on a three week bender taking shots of only Duval. They’d sober up, realise that she was exhausting and be on their merry way. They were like the party girls she sold coke to, happy to snort a few lines to make their weekend that more fun, but they weren’t junkies. Nobody was itching for another hit of her. 

Except Scottie. Sure, he got sick of her shit and put her in her place sometimes, but he never threw her to the kerb. Even in the home, when she was wild and unruly and refused to calm down for even five minutes, he could deal with her. It was probably why she’d gut anybody that even threatened harm to him; she couldn’t lose the one person that loved her unconditionally. The one person she could love unconditionally. 

Her nose scrunched at his words, ‘date’ swirling around her mind, refusing to stop. He didn’t mean anything by it, surely, and she definitely didn’t have a tight knot in her stomach at the thought of him entertaining other girls. Nope. She was not unreasonably jealous. 

She opened her mouth to shoot off some witty retort but before the words could leave her mouth she was up in the air, a loud screech escaping from her followed by a laugh as she gripped the back of his shirt. This type of shit was what got her head in a twist, how easy it was. 

Winona kept laughing, eyes closing to beat away the dizziness. “Depends,” she managed, speaking into his shirt. “Bed says we’re here to nap, and nap good. Couch says we’re waking up, just a casual fling into nap-dom. How dedicated to this are you, huh?” 

Cassius smirked, one hand clamped tight to her leg holding her in place over his shoulder while the other smacked her ass playfully. He felt a weird inclination to just keep her close and hug her and found his head resting against her hip. Though he still didn’t know the reason for her coming over, and with Winona there was a probably a reason, he was very glad that she did. 

“Bed it is.” He declared charging into his room. His bed was covered in wrinkled sheets and unwashed clothes. Perhaps if he was going to be having a girl over impromptu like this, he should try to get the place in a better state of cleanliness. Then again Winn would pick up on the Clorox fresh scent and get frightened away. “A Winona Duval nap, that’s something I’m hella dedicated to.”

He flopped her down on the bed and heard Blue scurry from the room, then he crashed down next to her and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close in to him. His arm tensed and then slowly relaxed as it drifted down her torso and rested just above her hip. He breathed in and let out a contented but tired sigh, his nose conveniently nuzzled into her hair. “That’s that good nap-time shit right there.” He smiled. 

He liked having her this close, it might not have been the most tough of conventionally masculine trait, but he liked being close to someone, breathing in their smell, being able to just lie with them in silence or in pointless conversation. Lately, he seemed to like it even more when it was not just with anyone, but with Winona. Though he knew she’d sense this and be scared off, or perhaps just not be interested at all. Maybe she’d hate him for this, and only want him for sex, or not even for sex anymore, he didn’t care. If she wanted to get away first she’d have to peel his sleepy, clinging form from her body. 

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winonaduval:

Usually I wake up to her licking my face, Jesus, she had the hots for a guy into bestiality. Just her luck. Next thing she’d be prancing around in a furry suit just to get his attention for five minutes. No. No she wouldn’t do that. Because she was stronger than that. And didn’t need attention, and definitely not attention off of a guy… Maybe Scottie was an exception to that rule; she couldn’t help herself from wrapping herself around his leg and refusing to budge like an annoying little sister when he set off to work or whatever. What did Scottie do when she wasn’t around — maybe she’d stalk him for a little while. Yeah, that’d get her mind out of the emotional gutter.

Winona resisted rolling her eyes as he took the cat in his arms like it was his newborn child. The sheer affection on his face distracted her, though, and there her head was again, back in that fucking gutter. Pepe was a lucky bitch.

A smile tugged at her lips at him always being happy to see her, “Yeah, you should be happy to see me, I’m a fucking delight.” Taking a few steps, she returned to his side, watching the cats rather than him. “I mean, you’re tired,” she began, already regretting her next words, “Do you want to, like… I don’t know, nap?” What a fucking question. Do you want to nap? God, she was such an annoying baby. The voice in her head took full advantage of her slip up, does little baby winnie want to nap with her booboo cash? Awwww. Disgusting. Revolting. God, those cats were fucking adorable.

Rushing to make her question seem casual and, hopefully, not a veiled confession of affection, she let her words fall out, “But, just so you know, I’m the napping champion. I can fall asleep anywhere. On the street, in a dumpster, on a dick, mid joint, sucking a dick, doing a cartwheel. The list goes on. It’s stellar stuff. I just close my eyes and there I am, dreaming of beating those kids from the foster home with socks filled with hard butter all over again.”

“You are a delight.” He confirmed. She was a strange delight, like when you order worms in dirt on the kids’ menu at a restaurant. It sounds unappetizing on the surface but delicious once you actually dug in. He heard his own thoughts in his head and realized that metaphor might need some work.... 

“Napping just so happens to be my favourite dating activity. I actually slept through a date once, best date i ever had.” He stopped himself, realizing he’d said the word date at least three times now, which would surely freak her out. 

So a distraction was in order.

He bent down, throwing her quickly over his shoulder and spinning around, trying to find a place to deposit her. He couldn’t figure out if couch or bed would be better. He was an ideas guy. So he decided to consult the brains of the operation. Keeping a tight hold on her, he asked, “Hey, Win, bed or couch?” 

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winonaduval:

A cackle came from her at the Cash calling her scary. It was nice to know that, despite her being tiny, she could still strike fear in people. “What kind of treats? Just so I can stack up,” she asked, already forgetting the whole don’t show affection thing. There she was, already anticipating a future of some kind with them. God, she was pathetic.

Suddenly, he was off, strolling into his room with little regard for her. Had it been anybody else, she would have made a point of calling out their rudeness, but with Cash she knew there was no malice. Following him, she leaned on the door frame, watching him with an amused smile on her face as he spoke to his cat. 

“Since when was Peps missing?” Her eyebrows furrowed together as she scanned the room, fully aware of how often cats burrowed themselves away from the world only to reappear days later with little ceremony. They were just like her, bless.

“What, can’t I just come round? Don’t you want my company?” She began backing up towards the front door, feigning offence. “Fine, I can leave. Let you entertain more worthy guests.”

“She was here last night for breakfast... she had waffles... I’m not worried... I’m just worried,” he clarified. “She’s like you, she could leave for ten days and turn up and tell me she did my taxes and that I need to call my mom... but I just like having her around... she’s like my little cat mom. Usually I wake up to her licking my face... Blue is useless.” 

As he said that he heard the cat mewl in defence in his room. Not knowing where Pepe was made him anxious. He always meant to put a bell on her but he knew she hated it and couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He caught a hint of orange fur from the corner of his eye and tiptoed quickly to the fire escape outside his living room. Leave it to Peps to find the last small strip of sun in the building, right on the corner of the fire escape railing, dangling, without a care in the world, over the alley below. 

“There she is,” he cooed, picking up her limp, sleeping body of fluff and carrying her inside. He closed the window, and held the cat tight to his chest, quietly kissing her head, before putting her on the cat tree that took over the majority of the room. 

“Sorry, no, Winn, I’m always happy to see you, I just... I was at the bakery all last night, and I’m dead tired today. I just... didn’t look for her when I got home this morning.” he sighed. Blue had crawled out of of his clothing hole and tried to clean and cuddle Pepe, who was having none of it. “Sorry, did you wanna hang out? We can hang out.” 

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winonaduval:

Luckily, he managed to get to the door before she had a chance to irritate the entire building with her shrieks. Winona eyed him; — he was either ridiculously high, or had just been sleeping. Either was fair game with Cash. She couldn’t help but return his smile, trying to push aside the calm that had washed over her at the sight of him. 

“Hey, hot stuff,” she shot back, strolling in. Turning on her heel, she noticed the expression on his face, and couldn’t hold back a laugh at his question. Stretching up, she ruffled his hair, “No, you’ve been good… Unless you want to be in trouble?” A smirk spread itself across her face, one eyebrow raised as she waited for his reply.

She soon had to return to her regular height, retracting her hand from his hair as she did. Winnie wondered whether she was coming on too strong, what with being so comfortable with the whole touching thing (touching that could be considered affectionate to some) and kind of, well, never leaving him alone, whether that be texting or actually being around him. Surely Scottie had noticed her absence lately; she was no longer hanging onto his arm wherever he went. And, well, she wasn’t fucking anybody else, not since they’d started this thing. Oh, God. She had to start fucking somebody else, had to keep this casual. Maybe she’d leave him on ‘read’ like the kids were doing today for a few times. Yeah, that’d fix this whole thing. No more affection from Winona Duval, no way. 

Cash considered her offer, and quickly found himself attempting to politely but emphatically shake his head, “No, I don’t think I’d like that. You’re scary enough without me being in trouble of any kind. I’d rather stay on your good side. Then maybe you’ll give me treats.” He chuckled, thinking that he and Betsy outta set out making some version of Scooby Snacks. 

At that thought he disappeared to his bedroom, finding the pink stack of Post-its on his bedside table and his Sharpie and writing quickly Betsy, Scooby, thanks Winn. and pinning it to his wall before flinging the marker into the ruckus that was his room. He heard a small mew from Blue and found the cat burrowed under a stack of clothes 

At this point he was distracted enough trying to find the other cat that he almost completely forgot Winona was somewhere in his house. “You seen Pepe?” He called out, holding Blue out like a baby with a stinking diaper before depositing him on the bed. “You haven’t seen Pepperino.” He dismissed Blue, who let out a sad cry in response. 

He looked at Winona, “What brings you by anyways?” He asked, slowly growing concerned. “Or did you just somehow know Peps was missing and you came to help?” 

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richtorres:

“She works at a bar, and she’s best friends with the boss so she could get way with murder if she wanted.” He told him, quite proud of his little Daisy. “I’m sure Rosita could use more staff, you look like you’d make a good busboy.” Rich teased. “I mean, if I knew the first thing about opening a bank and handling money, we totally could have. Bankers earn a lot of money, right?”

“hmmm, where is this bar?” He asked, his brain momentarily getting into business mode, perhaps there was a clientele to build up here. Perhaps, a future as a part-time drug-dealing busboy was in the cards for him? 

“So, what do you do?” 

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winonaduval:

 Okay, so maybe this whole talking control of the drug trade in Vero Beach wasn’t going to be as easy as Winona initially thought. No big deal, it just meant a little more planning, and maybe more firearms. She wondered if Scottie would be mad at her, what with shooting the a dealing gang member, perhaps fatally, only a few weeks into their stay…. Maybe she would just keep that to herself.

Her hand reached behind her, into the waist of her jeans, to retrieve the hidden gun, kneeling to pull up the loose floorboard beneath their sofa and slipping it back in there. Though Winona wouldn’t admit it, the thought of what she’d so easily done freaked her out. She’d always been a short fuse, throwing herself in the ring without thinking. This whole thing was something that could have been avoided. Then, she took time to change her clothes, opting for a t-shirt she’d stolen just a few days earlier (it had ‘daddy’ brandished across the front) and a pair of shorts, deciding to high tail it to Cash’s place should she need an alibi. 

Whistling as she made her way to his place, she took no time to bang on his door once she could reach it, deciding she would resort to screaming should he not answer before her patience ran thin. 

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Cash was asleep and he wasn’t proud of it. He’d been asleep for about 17 hours at this point, and woke to a knocking at his door. None of his customers were this agitated, thanks in large part to his bountiful harvest, he was so proud of his little plant babies, so he knew it couldn’t be them. Whoever it was clearly needed to smoke and watch some... 

“ooooh Twilight Zone.” He smiled, walking passed the TV he’d fallen asleep to. He walked towards his front door as the knocking intensified, distracting him before he walked into the corner of his kitchen counter. 

He opened the door to Winona, which made a decent amount of sense. He took in her appearance with a sleepy smile, he felt like he’d been dreaming about her and now here she was. He hand ran through his hair, matted and nappy hair, “What’s up, Daddio?” He laughed. Had they made some kind of plan? Had he forgotten it? 

His smile disappeared as he closed the behind her, “Am I in trouble?” 

[just-shower-thoughts]

Farts are the ghosts of the food we eat.

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richtorres:

Rich raised his brow as the guy raised the bag up. “She’s off having fun and getting drunk at work, it’s only fair that you and I share that.” He told him, stepping aside. “Come on in. I’m Rich, as you already know.”

“Your girlfriend gets paid to get drunk? What’s her job, I like it... then again that basically describes my job too.” He shook the confusion from his mind. “Hey, you’re rich, I’m Cash, together we could open a bank... or just get high enough to ignore my terrible jokes.”

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richtorres:

At first, RIch was a tad concerned about this stranger knowing who he was. He had too much of that in the past with some of the residents here, but he soon let out a laugh at the guy as he explained himself. It didn’t take long for his smile to drop a little as he claimed there was already a missing piece. “Right,” He began. “Well, I was saving it for me and my girlfriend, but if one was already missing, I might as well finish it.” He smiled, taking the pizza. “Wanna join me?”

He sensed Rich’s smile faltering and felt bad, but he also really wanted pizza. So he accepted his invitation and made an offer. “I can order the next pizza, for you and your girl. Or.... I have this to share?” He said, pulling a trademark bag of weed from his bag. 

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opheliamatthews:

“Gus Gus!” Ophelia hissed down the hallway, attempting to balance the box in her hands whilst propping her door open with her foot. Her dog tipped his head, recognising his name, but doing nothing otherwise. “Get over here, Gus Gus. Now is not the time to play! Listen, once I’ve got all this in we can go the beach. The beach! Gus Gus want to go the beach?” Her voice had become baby-like, almost begging the dog to return to her side.

“I wanna go to the beach.” Cash whispered, standing right behind the woman, and probably being quite creepy. He walked passed the woman over to the dog and bent down to pet it behind it’s ears. Dogs always liked him, he assumed it was because they could sense his constant desire to nap outside. He turned around to the woman and smiled, slightly in awe, why is everyone in this building so good looking? He wondered, how he’d slipped passed unnoticed on that front. “Come on Gus Gus,” He said, guiding the dog closer to it’s owner, “Let’s be good boys.” He straightened up and smiled at the lady, ‘need a hand?” 

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winonaduval:

She couldn’t stifle the grin that spread across his lips at her words, her hand only releasing his once she was sure he wouldn’t shift, having too much of a good time. Her eyes trailed over his still covered torso, one of her hands pushing the fabric of his shirt up to feel the skin of his abdomen, her hand wrapping itself around his waist as he paid attention to her nipple. Her breath caught slightly at his actions, her own hips buckling down on his to bring more of that delightful friction back, thankful they only had underwear to get rid of at that point. 

Winona doubted this would be a one time thing, what with his proximity to her and, well, attractiveness. Cash seemed to be skilled in not only making her laugh but getting her horny, a prefect combination in a regular fuck. Hopefully her and Scottie would stick around long enough for her to have some fun with the man she was currently grinding down on, causing small moans to escape her mouth every few moments when she got the angle just right.

She was on her back within seconds, eyes wide but a smirk playing on her lips: she’d won. One of her legs wrapped itself around his waist, a hand threading itself through his hair as the other inched his shirt up, now annoyed with the restriction. “Screw me,” she corrected him, voice low. Despite their position, Winona couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “What, we only going for missionary? Because I like to be on top. And on my knees and… well, should I carry on or just show you?”

Couches were not ideal. Cash knew this from moderate experience but now as he struggled with his clothing and her clothing and positions and the slightly itchy fabric, and looming threat of the roommate he wished more than anything they were in a bed, preferably his. Still he would make do. 

“We can go for whatever positions and as many as your twisted little mind can come up with,” He promised, eyes closing at the feeling of her hands in his hair and under his shirt. He promptly removed the fabric from his body and unhooked her leg from his waist. “Do whatever you want with me. But first, just shush and let me-” 

His words broke off as his lips trailed down her chest and torso before stopping at the band of her underwear. His lips found her centre and kissed against the fabric, the idea of teasing Winn both terrifying and exciting. His lips moved away to her inner thighs as his hands came up, tracing the edges of the fabric, toying with her, as his eyes looked up, awaiting permission. 

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“Um, excuse me are you Rich? I mean, is your name Rich, not like asking about your financial status... cuz this pizza got dropped off to my apartment by accident... also it was totally, definitely missing a piece when it was delivered.” 

@richtorres