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Text | Kassie & Denver

K: Not my fault you have a dirty mind, though I can't exactly object to any of those 'things' you had in mind :)

K: Well shit, who said your date wouldn't make the aliens take a quick pit stop to pick you up before their quest back home ?

K: So now there's absolutely no way I'm flaking...also stop making me blush, I'm on the bus rn and I'm pretty sure a few people in front of me think I'm watching porn.

K: Depends, how much did you miss me? >:)

D: You dirty, dirty girl 😏

D: Well, that's true. I'm sure even the aliens would get scared, you're pretty dang bossy

D: Good. And lucky bus passengers, at least they get to see your smile.

D: Enough to want to see you tonight. But I know, I know. I gotta be patient.

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Text | Kassie & Denver

K: What do I have to do for you to give me a better nickname bc I swear...

K: *Kim Kardashian voice* If you know how I feel why would you say that?

K: Tell your fingers that unless aliens descend down before me, nothing could get me to flake out !

K: But they're also psychic, 'cause I was just about to text you too :)

D: >:) Don't ask me those things and expect me not to think of naughty things ok?

D: Well, now you've made me nervous. I can't let aliens come swoop my date from Earth. But then again, I wouldn't blame them... she's pretty fucking great.

D: So....you're telling me you missed me just as I missed you? ;)

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ironicallycampbell:

“I’m sorry, an iced cappuccino doesn’t exist. You can’t produce the foam,” she sighed softly, “without steaming the milk. I can make a stellar iced latte if you’re looking for something decadent. Maybe our latte of the month?” Nora smiled apologetically while thanking her lucky stars that the cafe was quiet and slow paced.

Denver’s brows furrowed as he rubbed his temples. “Yeah, I’ll take the..latte of the month.” He stared at the girl with soft eyes before laughing, “I’m...not much of a coffee person, I guess. Just tell me what’s good and I’ll believe ya.”

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breaking in reverse.

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olivia-draper:

THE WESLEY HOUSE WITH @denver-wesley

Muted beams of early morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains hanging in the room, hitting Liv square in the face as she slept away beneath a mountain of covers. For a moment she could pretend as if time didn’t exist— there was nothing but the feeling of soft cotton surrounding her bare limbs and the steady thrum of a heartbeat beneath her head. The rhythmic sound, not to mention it’s all too familiar cadence, was almost enough to lull her back into the fading edges of a dream. Almost. It was the presence of the noise alone that actually managed to wake her fully, instead. She knew those sheets, knew that distinctive bark of the neighbors yappy dog outside the bedroom window, and she most certainly knew the expanse of warm muscle pressed against her cheek. At least a full minute or two passed as she lay there in silence, not moving from the tight circle of Denver’s arms as she recalled the good, bad, and downright ugly that had taken place the night before. Finally opening her eyes to find Denver already peering back at her she began to sit up, unsure of exactly what all of this meant. “Hey…” With the remnants of sleep still clinging to her voice she rubbed a hand of the mess that had been made of her hair. “Have you… have you been up long?”

The events of the night before had been replaying in Denver’s head for quite some time. He wished nothing more than to get some sleep, but the woman in his arms kept him from drifting. She was an anchor that pulled him below the surface with every lapping wave; she was a dream come true, a blessing, the love of his life. Denver rubbed his eyes softly before letting out a soft yawn, doing his best to keep still and to keep quite in hopes she’d stay asleep longer in his arms, in hopes that she wouldn’t move, or freak out once she regained her consciousness. But with the sun slowly creeping its way back into the horizon, with the neighbor’s dog barking at the birds, he figured it’d only be a matter of minutes before her beautiful, chocolate orbs looked into his. Her breathing had gone from a steady, slow pace — one he’d memorized well — and quickly shifted into short breaths. Denver became good at guessing when his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, was beginning to wake. He was an expert on her, even on the little things like her breathing. For a second, he wanted to hold his own lungs in place and let the burning sensation run through him, but he figured that’d only frighten Olivia. Her dark brown eyes batting away at his, her voice groggy and her hair still a mess, Denver couldn’t help but grin. “Hey..” he whispered as his fingers combed through the strands of her hair. “No,” he lied. He’d been up all night, watching her sleep, trying to forever imprint the image of her in his arms so that he would never forget the way she slept so peacefully, the way her nose quirked as she dreamed, the way her fingers dragged along the skin of his chest when she moved. “I just woke up,” and it was convincing, what with his tired voice and all. Craning his neck over, his lips landed softly on her forehead — “You slept okay?” 

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Text | Kassie & Denver

K: Don't piss me off in the next 24 hours and why would I??

D: Yes, Ms. Bossy Pants!

D: Dunno. Guess I was just looking for an excuse to text you and that's what my fingers decided to type out

D: They've got a mind of their own

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Text | Kassie & Denver

D: You aren't gonna stand up me up for our date tomorrow night, are you?

[austcnford]

The Seasons.

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olivia-draper:

Every whimper, every moan, every cry that passed Olivia’s lips made him grow hungrier for the girl. It’d almost been embarrassing how much he craved for her lips against his skin, to feel himself inside of her, to love her the way he used to like a bad habit. He felt his whole body tense at every dig of her nails in his skin, felt his whole body quake at every tug of his hair. Hearing her faint voice call his name brought about a deep growl from the back of his throat. The sudden pull of his body on top of hers and her legs wrapping around his waist only made the man laugh even louder. Just like their love, he knew tonight would be chaotic. He knew it’d deal more damage, but at this point, he didn’t care. The sound of her pleading for him to enter her was enough to keep him going. He guided his core between her legs and let the head of his member rub gently across her lips. Just that initial touch sent his body into a frenzy.

No words came out as his lips parted. It was simply the shock that electrified him once he entered her slowly. The tempo of his hips quickening to match the pace of his heart. Eventually, the man was slamming his hips into hers in swift motions until he felt sweat drip from his chest to hers. God, her chest. The way her breasts bounced with every thrust hypnotized him. Denver’s hand searched for something to grip but found nothing but fistfuls of sand. He lowered his head to trace his tongue at the seam of her lips before catching her lower lip between his teeth. Eventually, Denver felt his body grow sore from their rhythm. Pushing himself back into a kneeling position, he took her legs from his waist and raised one to his chest, his arms propping them in place as he continued to invade every inch of her nether lips. Letting one hand drop to her chest, Denver smirked as his fingers twirled around the tight bud of her chest. “Fuck,” he breathed hot and heavy as he let his head fall back. His beat slowing until his shaft rested inside of her. He lowered his eyes to take a full view of her, sweat dripping from his brows and a smirk dancing devilishly on his lips — challenging her, almost, to take control.

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isabellekent:

“Uh no, apparently they do not.” She chuckled, “I did. Only because I didn’t know you then. I’d totally date you now if you ask me out,” she joked, letting out a tiny laugh. For someone like her, relationships weren’t exactly her thing given the last relationship she was in ended up rather horribly (all thanks to her, she might add). Besides she’s better at keeping friends than boyfriends. “Oh thank god. For once I get to eat pizza without being questioned if the calories are worth it. Because, they are.”

Eyebrows raised in amusement, Denver smirked before joking — “I don’t know, Isabelle. I feel like this is a trap to reject me again. I don’t know if my heart can take it.”  There was that and the fact that he didn’t really see himself with anyone currently. A few flings here and there couldn’t hurt, but it wasn’t something he’d try to pull with Isabelle. Their friendship meant to much for him to ruin. “You’re absolutely right. I don’t know why anyone would doubt whether pizza is worth it,” he gave her a quizzical look as he grabbed the door to Jack of All Pizzas, quickly finding a seat in one of the booths.

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gracefairbnx:

Grace let out a laugh at his comments, “I don’t even know how to respond to that, Denver.  I’m sure you say that to every woman flashing their panties at you,”  She finished flattening out the hem of her skirt and shook her head at him, “but I guess I’ll take it as a compliment.”

Denver couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her and offer a soft smile. “Don’t believe all the things the old ladies say in this town. I don’t get as much action as they make it seem,” although he was serious, the one he held up was rather playful. He motioned for her to walk alongside him and continued, “You should. Considering all the hours you’ve been working, I’m surprised how well kept you are. Let me buy you a cup of coffee, yeah?”

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helena-danvers:

To be honest, Lena never really cared for Liv. It was only out of respect for her friend, who truly loved the girl, that she’d ever held her tongue or acted polite in the other brunette’s presence. Despite the fact that their relationship had ended, though, she couldn’t bring herself to speak badly about his ex. Most of that probably had to do with the fact that he obviously still wasn’t over her. “I get that, I do.” In all honesty, she really did. Her relationship with Christian was a far cry from what Denver went through with Liv but the ending was the same— she lost him abruptly and without reason. You would think that burying your husband would be the biggest reality check of all but there were still times that she had to remind herself that he wasn’t hers anymore. There wouldn’t be back rubs after a long night on duty or beers in the bathtub… he was just gone. “Don’t put so much pressure on yourself to do it right away,” She advised as her hand gave the top of his knee a gentle squeeze. “It sounds stupid but— it really does take time.” Throwing back a third shot she quickly continued on. “I also wouldn’t sell yourself short, though. There are plenty of women in this bar alone that would gladly take you home tonight, mess or no mess. Most of them are vultures, but that doesn’t really matter. You’re looking for a night not a lifetime, Den. It’s not a bad thing to let somebody comfort you.” Slowly Denver’s face moved closer as he grew agitated beneath the weight of his emotions but she remained calm, blinking back at him before lifting her hand and holding it out. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Denver nodded and let his back rest against the chair. Lena was the logic and reason he needed but absolutely didn’t want at the moment. It was refreshing to hear someone validate him for once. It’d been awhile since he was able to really talk about how he was feeling without having to hide anything at all. “I know,” he said softly before glancing back at his friend, “Thank you.” It was barely a whisper. Honestly, he was exhausted. Everything from his loneliness, to work, to dealing with whatever feelings decided to intrude on him made him feel hollow. “I’m an old man, Lena. I don’t have time to fuck around. Half the town has a family by my age. I guess I’m just scared.” They were thoughts he’d kept to himself for awhile now. The constant fear of ending up on his own worried him. The thought of never having to wake up in the middle of the night to a wailing child saddened him. The knowledge of potentially never having a lifetime partner...it killed him. Call Denver old fashioned, but he always envisioned happiness with a family. Staring at Lena’s hand, Denver huffed lightly as he placed his into hers, “Should I be afraid?” 

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kcssieforbes:

It wasn’t exactly a shock; he was making her cheeks rosy again and she didn’t mind one bit of it. Of course, she had minded the part where he had probably taken notice of them multiple times but then again, maybe it was for the best. There was no one that had made her heart feel safe like he did, or at least, whole. It was more than clear that they had enjoyed each other’s company, but of course there had to be more than that. Kassie glanced back over towards him, growing slightly impatient at a feeling that she couldn’t even grasp. She had no idea what any of her attraction towards him meant, but she knew it was an amazing feeling. He deserved the best, but she didn’t wanna do anything do jeopardize whatever they had now. It was too important to her. As she perched up her chin from the palm of her hand, her brown orbs soon dropped down to take notice of his features. He was certainly attractive, of course, but it was as if in that moment she had mentally noted that there was definitely something more to the attraction than his looks. “Really? ‘Cause I can get pretty emo when I wanna be,” she admitted with a soft chuckle, snapping out of her gaze as she averted her attention back to him. “Right—well I’m glad you denied ‘cause then I would’ve been super pissed and probably would’ve crashed the wedding,” Kassie teased with a shrug of her shoulders. “Bring it on. Cheesy chick-flicks aren’t really my thing, so clearly you’re losing all ready. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good ‘Titanic’ to shed a few tears but you can never go wrong with some classic Tom Cruise. Oh so you’re a ‘Netflix and Chill’ kinda guy, huh?” she quirked up a brow, a laugh immediately emerging out of her lips. “—there could’ve been worse names, so I’ll take it,” Kassie shook her head in defeat, her mouth granting the perfect ‘o’ shape at his next move. The brunette’s jaw was practically on the floor, her brows raised in utter shock. Biting the inside of her cheek, she couldn’t help but take a peek down herself—after all, it seemed almost impossible to avoid it. “You definitely win,” she responded, her tone laced with amusement and still a heaping amount of shock. “Maybe by the end of the night. If you’re lucky, that is.” 

Perhaps, a part of her hadn’t wanted things to change, but there was also a part of her that wanted to take a leap of faith, to make him feel some sort of hope she had for so long now. It was obvious that her moves weren’t exactly clear—but she had to be getting through to him, and that was exactly her plan - it had always been. “Right,” she nodded, her lips curling up into an even softer smile. “—if getting you drunk was what it took then I’m happy you decided to spill a milkshake on me tonight,” Kassie admitted with a chuckle, quirking her head in his direction just as the word flew out of his mouth. “So there’s an us?” she quizzed, her brows raised in amusement. As she ranked her fingers through her raven locks, Kassie downed another shot before her orbs dropped down to his lips. “You’re too sweet to me,” was all she said in return, her tone barely above a whisper as she moved closer, her lips inches away from his, almost daring him to kiss her without saying it out loud. Maybe it was the liquor in her system or the long overdue pending feelings she had for him in the pit of her stomach, but she had to do something about it. As the silence progressed between them, the brunette felt almost eager for it. Kassie couldn’t wait any longer, she had to take a leap of faith.“Kiss me.” 

Tonight felt a bit different from all of their other nights together. Sure, the dynamics were the same; but there was something off, in the least unsettling way, at least. His face dropped for a moment. The thought of Kassie in any negative mood made him shift in his seat. Of course, he realized that everyone had their moments — but it was one of those moments he hoped he’d never see, or at least, be able to change. Joking or not, the thought of her smile disappearing made him pout. Catching the change in his expression fast enough, Denver tightened his lips in a line before smacking them together. “No emo Kassie tonight, alright? If I’ve got to get wasted, I want to see nothing but a smile on your face, okay? Maybe some tears — from laughing too hard or something.” With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, Denver tried to keep from smiling. The insane thought of Kai and Denver’s wedding already made himlife, but to throw in an angry Kassie to the mix only made him wonder the result of it all. “Oh, he was crushed. But I knew I couldn’t keep stringing him along.” The mention of the infamous ‘Netflix & Chill’ brought a roll of laughter, “Fine, it doesn’t have to be a chick-flick, but I also demand no Tom Cruise. Meet me in the middle here, yeah? And there is no way you’re getting me to watch Titanic. I…tend to be a crier.”  Through his admittance, Denver snickered and shrugged in some sort of defeat. The reaction he received from the girl as he lifted his shirt sent a shiver down his spine; the goosebumps rising on his skin the product of her gaze. “I’d argue and say it’s unfair that I’m the only one half naked, but I think I’ll save that complaint for later tonight. If I’m lucky, that is.”

He felt his eyes roll slightly as he fought the grin that settled on his features. “I said I was sorry, right? About the whole milkshake thing? I’m pretty sure I even offered to buy you another a couple of times so I can’t really be blamed anymore,” the slight, playful defense he put up brought a soft chortle to pass his lips. Another shot brought to his lips, the man let his eyes wander around the room as he squinted his eyes — “Did I…did I say us?” Their playful nature continuing, Denver was a bit concerned with himself. Of course, he said that. The thought of them being anything but friends had been on the back of his mind all night, almost every night they were together the past month. But as he felt her lean into him, as her breath hit heavy against his lips, Denver clenched his jaw and swallowed hard. Eyes dropping to her lips, he fully captured the image in his mind. As soon as they parted to speak, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Her demand made his airways tighten. Holy fuck, he wanted to kiss her. Now that the opportunity presented itself, he wasn’t about to hesitate and fuck it all up. His finger lifted her chin up to his lips to press against hers. The taste of whiskey was fresh on her tongue as his found a small entrance into hers. Their lips overlapping softly in swift movements, Denver was reluctant to pull away. “Kass,” he breathed against her cheek. “Am I that drunk or did you tell me to kiss you? Because I don’t want to stop.”

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Text || Mr Denver

Kai: Mhumm, the girl I knew in Chicago

Kai: You alright man?

Denver: I'm grand, man

Denver: But hey I'll talk to you later

Denver: have fun

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Text || Mr Denver

Kai: Olivia I can ask her if she has any sexy gal pals for you.

Denver: Olivia, huh?

[three minutes later]

Denver: That's a beautiful name, man.

[five minutes later]

Denver: She sounds like quite the catch.

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Text || Mr Denver

Kai: I know baby I know

Kai: Let's just hope Liv and your lady get along.

Kai: Want me to ask if she's got any friends you can have?

Denver: What?

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Text || Mr Denver

Kai: Don't worry though you will always be number one

Kai: If she's worth it and you know then you know

Kai: Oh you kinky shit.

Denver: I better be. You know how needy I can get sometimes

Denver: One day. You and I will be with both of our girls having. I can see it now :)

Denver: Haaaaaa pls. Says the guy who just had sex to the guy who's been dry for months.

[austcnford]

The Seasons.

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olivia-draper:

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Hearing her beg him not to stop only added fuel to the fire. Denver was delusional enough to take it one of two ways — either to not stop loving her or to continue what was happening between them just in the moment. He was aware that either one was dangerous. He was aware that no matter how he chose to interpret it, it’d end up in more heartbreak. Instead of pondering on those thoughts, he shoved them aside and let his handle on her grow more violent. He was definitely craving every bit of her. He needed her to feel how much he missed her and her body. His member hardening at her touch, Denver let out a soft groan. The way she arched herself onto him, rubbing ever so gently against him made him feel more and more eager.

An elbow dug into the sand as his other arm reached down her breast, down her figure, to the edge of her jeans. The button easily undone, Denver yanked down at them, his lips leaving trails of wet kisses from her lips, to her neck, to her chest until he finally reached the lace of her undergarment. The familiar trail he’d often made landed him back into memories he tried to forget. His teeth clasping onto the fabric, he pulled them far down enough so that he could fit his head between her thighs. His tongue trailed along her lips slowly, every taste of her caught between his lips. Denver moaned at her taste. He moved quickly back up to pearl protruding at the top of her lips and nibbled softly at first, quickening the motions on of his lip against her until he had to pull away to catch his breath. Pushing himself from his current position until he was on his knees, Denver ripped the fabric that continued to constraint her legs in half. Tearing his own shirt off, he pulled at his jeans until he was free, completely forgetting for the moment they were out in the open.