@anilatac

i try to master the art, of that far away love only so much can keep a woman warm. now it's times like this that i say to myself, we've been living in a cold, cold world

[palmerfck-blog]

“Only the best for my lady,” Palmer replied, knowing the line was cheesy. But, he also knew most girls typically liked that cheesy shit, even if they never admitted it out loud. And Catalina was definitely not the one to admit she liked it. He shrugged his shoulders at her question as his eyes took in the menu, agreeing with her statement silently. It was gibberish – he had no idea what was on it. Truth be told, it was his first time at this place, even though it seemed like he’d been many times before. Stephanie never liked eating out – she preferred to save their money and making their own dinners. Organic and shit. And yeah, Palmer didn’t mind eating organically, but it got annoying – he wanted to treat her once and a while and she’d physically reject it. “Uh…” Palmer felt his cheek tinge with red and he chuckled quietly – fuck. “The, uh, Carciofini Fritti sounds… good. Is good. It’s good. I’ve had it… loads of times.” It was almost obvious the boy hadn’t ate there, but he tried his best to sound convincing.

[catalinasmh-blog]

“Your lady?” By now, Catalina didn’t like to be anyone’s property. Even when Nathanial would try and say his lady, she always felt weird about it. Yeah, it was cute and all, but she’d like to be her own property. Palmer probably thought he was being cute to her, but in all honestly, she felt a different way. Catalina kept scrolling the menu trying to find something she would actually like to eat, and everything sounded out of this world. Knowing her she would order the du framage and it would be clams. “Are you sure you’ve been here before?” The Latina asked noticing the fact that he was hesitating his words in every way to make him sound smart. Too bad she didn’t take this language or else she would own him like she’s done plenty times in the past with Spanish. “I have no idea what to get, do they have burgers?” She asked, something completely unclassy to eat with what she was wearing, but that’s the only thing that she could think of.

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer’s hands patted against his pant pockets as he waited for the door to open, his breath soon hitching in his throat the moment Catalina appeared. She looked stunning, to say the least – it brought a smirk to his lips knowing he had dibs… kind of. Not in a weird way, just… they didn’t have a label, but it was beyond obvious they were a thing. She was his and he was hers. “You look incredible,” Palmer replied with a shit-eating grin, his eyes wandering up and down the brunettes body as he stepped inside. He waited patiently for her to return and once she did, he sent a curt nod to the other brunette at the top of the steps – who could only be Claire, he assumed – and took Catalina’s hand, leading her out to the car so they could leave.  The drive was short and sweet, Palmer’s teeth never letting go of his bottom lip as he swerved in & out of traffic before he pulled up to the restaurant on the side of the road. Immediately a valet held out his hand for the boys keys and he tossed them to him. He held open Catalina’s door, as any other gentleman would, and then led her up the steps, soon asking the man at the front of the restaurant about his reservation so they could be seated. 

[catalinasmh-blog]

When Catalina opened the door to Palmer, her teeth hitched on to her bottom lips only thinking of the nastiest things to do to him. However, she was gonna keep it classy tonight... hopefully. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” the common comeback for whenever a man complimented a late, ‘cept she didn’t give a fuck about that. Catalina smiled returned to the doorway, feeling the cold hit her face as soon as she left. “Bye Claire, don’t wait up!” The girl screamed, watching her step every time she walked in her heels. I mean, yeah, she could work a pair of Jimmy Choos, but when it came to stairs.. watch out. “Gramercy, huh?” Feeling like she’d be treated like a queen tonight, a smirk became of her lips as she took her seat and picked up the menu. “What’s your favorite here? ‘Cause this.. this all looks like gibberish to me.” A chuckle escaped her lips before placing her handkerchief on her lap.

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer flew around his messy apartment, digging through drawers in a poor attempt at finding the clothes he wanted to wear for the night. It was a rare thing for him to actually dress up, as he only usually did it for hockey tournaments and conference meetings, so he had no idea where anything was. Even in those cases, however, he usually rented a suit because lets be real, suits are fucking expensive, especially for just one night. “Socks, I need socks,” the boy grunted under his breath, buttoning up his white dress shirt while his eyes scanned the room. 5 minutes later, his floor couldn’t be seen, but he has socks on his feet and that’s all that mattered. Finally dressed and looking respectable with his hair coiffed, a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled, and black dress pants on, Palmer grabbed his jacket and headed out the door, taking no time to get to Claire’s – one of Lina’s friends who’d graciously accepted the brunette into her home. He grabbed the small bouquet of roses from the passenger seat of his car and jogged up the steps, ringing the bell to be buzzed up.

[catalinasmh-blog]

Getting ready was extremely difficult when all of Catalina’s clothes were shoved in boxes scattered all around a guest bedroom that wasn’t completely hers. She had to work on getting her own apartment because the way she threw things around made her frustrated and upset. “Breathe, Cat.” She sighed, finishing the perfect velvet green dress she bought about two years back. She quickly slipped that over her tight body and found the perfect creme heels that showed her fresh pedicure. Her hair and make up was already done leaving her long black hair covered in loose curls and her make up looking a bit natural with light brown lipstick. Catalina looked once more at herself in the mirror and picked up her clutch hearing the door bell thinking it was perfect timing. Her heels clicked through the hallway of the apartment and echoed, opening the door to roses and she instantly smiled softly. “Oh, shit. Palmer, you’re so sweet.” The Latina said, taking the roses and walking inside to put them in water before their date.

[catalinasmh-blog]

Call ☎ Lina

Lina: As free as January 1st, 1863. Why?

Palmer: Wow, you sure know how to turn a dude on, dontcha?

Palmer: I'm picking you up at eight, be ready.

*hangs up*

[catalinasmh-blog]

Call ☎ Lina

Palmer: You free tonight?

Lina: As free as January 1st, 1863. Why?

[catalinasmh-blog]

Call ☎ Lina

Palmer: Bonjour. Comment sa va?

Lina: It's going, what's up with you? Why ya callin'?

[catalinasmh-blog]

Call ☎ Lina

*rings*

Lina: Bueno?

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer gulped, his eyes looking around the room as he mentally searched for the right words. He didn’t want Catalina to leave – what if this was the last time he’d see her? What if she disappeared forever? Not to mention she didn’t exactly look… in the right state, to put it nicely. He’d barely just noticed the tearstained cheeks before she’d mauled him, so something obviously must have happened – and he intended on finding out what. “Well I mean,” he swung his feet off the bed and pulled on a pair of shorts that conveniently were in reach. “Stay, for a bit.” He stoop up and reached out, capturing her wrist. He kept his grip light so if she tried to pull away, she could. “It’s almost 4 AM, it’s dark, and it’s cold. Just… stay and I can make waffles or something in the morning, and then you can go. Okay?”

[catalinasmh-blog]

Honestly, Catalina didn’t want to drive anywhere, she knew if she drove like this it would probably end up horribly. Who knows what could happen if she started to cry during a song that reminded her of Nathaniel. However, the rebound sex made her feel like a whole new person, but that didn’t get rid of her heart break. “Why do you want me to stay so badly?” She really wanted to know the answer, was it because he genuinely liked her, was it because he wanted another round, or did he actually care about her and how she felt at the moment? The Latina couldn’t tell at all with the boy in front of her, the warmth of him felt nice, and she wondered if staying with someone who seemed to care would be nice for a change. “Waffles aren’t gonna help anything, but I’ll stay if it stops you from crying.” Catalina said, in a joking way, but in a way that also sounded serious.

[smg-revival]

[nathanielstfu-blog]

It’s for the best.

[catalinasmh-blog]

I’m.. I’ll just, I’m gonna go, to Claire’s. I’ll get my stuff, later or, uh whatever.

[nathanielstfu-blog]

Us. I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you.

[catalinasmh-blog]

Are you breaking up with me?

[nathanielstfu-blog]

Fuck, just stop. This… I know it isn’t fair, Lina. I fucking know. I’m trying, but I’m miserable. I thought that maybe… I don’t know. I can’t do this.

[catalinasmh-blog]

Can’t... Can’t do what?

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer’s eyes stuck to Catalina as she stood up, running them up and down her frame while he watched her search for her clothes. His breathing was still ragged and his freshly marked up chest rose and fell as a decent speed, but he couldn’t help but have a toothy grin on his face. “Wait,” his face fell when he realized what was happening and he sat up, the covers moving with him, “You’re leaving?”

[catalinasmh-blog]

“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d stay here all night. The fuck do you want, a sleepover?” She asked in a sarcastic tone, Catalina wouldn’t mind staying there, but she could already tell how awkward it would in the morning. The Latina threw her shirt over her naked body, still looking at him up and down. “Maybe I’ll call you.”

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer hummed against Catalina’s skin, his index and middle finger hooking into both her sweats and panties before pulling them down her legs, purposely taking a unnecessary amount of time. Once she kicked them off, Palmer’s hands instantly went to work getting her shirt over her head, more than pleased to find out she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Really, it was less work for him. He pulled back for only a second, his breathing heavy and his eyes clouded with lust for the girl underneath him. “You’re breathtaking,” he mused, his voice low and husky, “Fuck, Catalina.” He latched his lips back onto her neck and slowly dragged them down her chest, leaving wet kisses in his wake. 

[catalinasmh-blog]

Has sex, woo hoo.

Catalina fell off of Palmer gracefully, her breathing slowing down and her body getting a bit cold after the thrusting stopped. The Latina got up instantly and roamed around his bedroom looking for her clothes and placing them on his bed to get ready with. She watched as Palmer’s laid there with lust in his eyes as she started to put her pants on, not even worrying about her underwear, leaving him something. “So, thanks for that.” She said in a smug way, but loved every minute of it.

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer’s body tensed as he felt her hands slide down his shirtless body, him sucking in his breath involuntarily. He nodded with his forehead pressed against hers, leaning down to connect their lips again in a heated kiss while he moved them both backwards toward his bed which, luckily, was only a few feet away. Living in a studio apartment had its benefits, and this was definitely one of them. “You’re wearing too much,” the boy growled against Catalina’s neck once he hovered on top of her on the bed, his hands greedily tugging at the drawstrings on her sweatpants. 

[catalinasmh-blog]

“Then take my clothes off for me,” her voice was sensual, like she’s just woken up. The cold hit her skin instantly and she gasped a bit, covering her face. It’d been a while for Catalina, since her boy-- ex-boyfriend didn’t feel the need to please her anymore. Once they were both exposed of their skin full on, she pulled his hair softly up towards her to kiss him more. The Latina couldn’t get enough of the boy at the moment as she nails rushed along his back and gripped onto his shoulders.

[palmerfck-blog]

The moment the light knock on the door caught Palmer’s attention, he strode over to it and pulled it open, a smug smirk on his lips. “Couldn’t get enough –” He began, only to be tackled by the girl (not that he’d complain). His hands gripped under her thighs and his lips latched onto hers while he foot pushed the door closed, he pushing her up against it seconds after. He didn’t mind she was getting right down to it, it saved him the buildup and honestly, he was already ready to go. His lips moved from hers to her neck hungrily, leaving marks every so often while his breaths came out short and hot.

[catalinasmh-blog]

Catalina kept kissing him passionately, grinding her torso against his like she did at the bowling alley. At this moment, she didn’t care about anything, maybe Steph though. However, she didn’t even think of the blonde, the only thought she had in her mind was getting the clothes off of his body. She unlatched her legs from his waist and ran her hands down his body, feeling the warmth of his skin and landing on the hem of his sweats. “Do.. do you wanna move this to the bedroom?” She said in between breaths, going back for little kisses.

[palmerfck-blog]

Palmer knew what was going to happen – he’d be stupid not to. Getting woken up at three am to a call from a girl saying “what are you doing” only meant one thing, and that was something he was quite okay with. So after knowing she left, Palmer stood up and glanced around his room, noticing the mess that’d collected shortly after Steph left and swore on her grave she’d never return. He quickly picked things up and tossed them in the closet, soon feeling his phone vibrate in his Nike shorts pocket. I’ll buzz you in, he replied, rubbing his bare abdomen as he walked over to the door to click the button. 

[catalinasmh-blog]

Catalina sounded stupid, the what are you doing call at 3am, of course Palmer was going to know what she wanted. Once Palmer buzzed her in, she walked to the fourth floor, down the hallway and right towards his apartment. She ring the doorbell a bit and thought of what she was going to do when he answered, but once he answered she didn’t think anymore. Catalina basically jumped into his arms, kissing him as hard as she could and running her hands through his hair instantly. It’s like they kissed like they knew each other for years, which made her more comfortable.