"up yours."

edmond icarus laurent. aka "ick(y)." forty-seven. stuntman. mechanic. french born. vegas transplant. vice president of hell's crows mc. "if you want to go fast, go alone. if you want to go far, go together."

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I found → Edmond & Elsie

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Brown eyes flickered open as the sun streaming through the crack of her curtain made her wince, a soft sigh leaving Elsie’s lips as she brought the back of her hand to rub at her eyes. The events from yesterday flashed in front of her mind, which in turn made her smile. It was funny, really, how last week she’d been mopping around thinking that Edmond didn’t want her, that he didn’t feel the same craving that she did. She had gone to the gathering for her aunt’s and father’s sake, a way to distract herself even though she knew he would be there. Thankfully she had gone, because it had put a lot of things in perspective for the brunette and the Frenchman.

Carefully she turned so that her back wasn’t to his chest and simply looked at him for a few second while he slept, an arm draped over her waist as she carefully brought her fingertips to brush his cheek. He looked a lot younger like this, she realized. She knew that most people her age wouldn’t be as attracted to someone so much older, but it wasn’t something she had a choice in. The attraction to him was different than with other men, it was like she needed him one way or another; it was a scary feeling but wonderful at the same time. With a small grin, she reached up to give him a soft peck on the cheek before slowly removing his arm from her body as she got out of bed and tried not to wake him.

Now nude, she walked over to her dresser and silently pulled out a pair of underwear and put them on. Realizing that they’d brought most of their clothes with them that they’d shed in the living room to her room, she picked up his wrinkled t-shirt from the ground and pulled it over head before taking out the hair that was in the way.  It was baggy on her small form, but she liked the way that it smelled like him, like he still wrapped around her. It was then realized that maybe she liked him a lot more than she thought she did. She didn’t want to think about that now, though. With one last look at the man in her bed, she walked out of her bedroom and in search for some food.

Considering that she hadn’t left her house much in the last week, she was running low on things to eat and definitely had to go do groceries sooner rather than later. Thankfully, she still had some coffee, tea and a few bagels for them to digest this morning. Her kitchen wasn’t the biggest, but it was perfect size for someone living alone and she quickly heated up the water for both their drinks and placed the bagels into the toaster. A few minutes later, everything was put onto a tray and she walked back to her bedroom while making sure nothing spilled over.

Elsie could only hope that things wouldn’t be awkward this morning, that he wouldn’t want to leave immediately after eating and would spend a little bit of time with her before his day started at the shop. It was only eight and since it was the weekend, the shop only opened in a few hours. Standing in the doorway of her bedroom, she bit her lip before speaking up. “Morning,” she walked to the bed, carefully sitting down next to him and placing the tray in front of both of them. “I made you some tea and a bagel… Sorry it’s not much, I need to go to the market today to buy more food.”

Taking her mug with both hands, she brought it to her lips and took a sip from her coffee. It wasn’t the best thing ever considering it was instant but she’d take any help of waking up right now. As the liquid warmed her up, she turned to Edmond with a sheepish smile on her face. “So last night was… great.” She pulled a loose piece of hair behind her ear before looking down and continuing. “Really great, actually.”

The previous evening was a reoccurring dream, bubbling images in the back of his mind as he attempted (and successfully) found REM sleep what felt like but minutes after they had finished in the living room. Everything seemed stretched, splintered splashes of colors on the backs of his eyelids each time his blue optics twitched beneath the thin skin over them. A part of him ached, that which did not make up his physical being, per say, but somewhere in the confines of his skull... he wondered more and more about what had happened.

He should have known, really, that things were to go downhill from here. In part, he was an awful liar, at least when it came to attempting to hide the truth from the club, something he had only tried to do on one other occasion, and it was for a surprise birthday party, which evidently was no longer a surprise by the time the inquiry got around to him. If he wasn’t able to keep such a simple secret, how was he to deny any possible suspicions of something between he and the president’s daughter?

Shit.

Although he felt the mattress shift as the woman woke and left, he himself did not wake, not truly, until she reentered, tray in both hands and the sweet word of “Morning” on her lips.

Blue eyes opened, initially catching a blurry image in the doorway, initially unsure as to where he had spent the night. A groggy reply left his lips, echoing the first word she spoke, pulling himself into a sitting position as she drew closer. Blinking away the sleepiness, his mind was swift in remembering that this was in fact Elsie Monaghan’s bed, and the images of his dreams became those doused in reality, causing a flush to threaten his cheeks, but not become evident.

The tray was placed on the bed, and he drew the sheets about his bare lower half, gently holding the material in place as tired eyes looked to the mug and dish she offered him. Thick fingers reached out slowly, mostly due to the groggy feeling that hung on the edges of his eyes, and he grasped the mug. A quiet “thank you” slipped from his lips, producing a small smile before pressing the rim of the mug to his mouth. A pleased hum rumbled in his throat as the tea met his tongue, the warm liquid welcomed with a twitching of the corners of his lips. If there was one thing he loved more than crosswords in the morning, it was most certainly tea. Blue eyes flickered to the woman as he took another sip, noticing in full now how she donned his shirt. He smiled softly. Perhaps she was to be added to that list as well.

“Hm,” the man hummed in response, allowing a small smile to crack across thin lips as she commented on the night before. He, too, had enjoyed himself, that much had been made evident. Leaning on one elbow, the Frenchman placed his chin in the open palm. His other hand held the tea close to his mouth, ready for another sip, but he knew it was keen to add more than a simple mumble lacking words. Adjusting his position in slight, he grunted, clearing his throat as bright eyes turned to her.

“I’m glad,” he found himself replying, gaze looking to the darkening tea before allowing his attention to return to the young woman. He wanted to ask her to get back under the covers, so he could wrap his arms around her again and sleep for the next however many hours. He didn’t want to go to work, he didn’t want to even think about having to be around the other club members. His stomach sank, even as he sipped at the tea in an attempt to calm the tightening knots. “... It was nice.”

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“And only me,” he murmured, lips skimming along her neck as he placed feathery kisses against her blemish-free exterior. Reaching her collarbone, he sucked at the taunt skin, releasing a heated breath as he spoke against the base of her throat. “Say it’s only for me. Mine.”

Something had awoken inside of him, something he assumed had never been created in the first place, and yet now he found himself feeling greedy. Many would have said it was wrong of him, wrong that he was asking to lay claim to a woman who should have been hanging out with men half his age, and yet he threw those suggestions aside. Whatever had slowly begun to crack inside him was beginning to feel... good, and he wanted more of it. He wanted to see a sense of control over the situation, and even though he let her hold his hands back and pin him down, he felt safe in the idea that he could easily break away if need be.

It was unbelievable, the feeling of her pressed so close to him, skin to skin. It was a different kind of ecstasy, one that even sex couldn’t provide, and he basked in it. While there was friction between their bodies, she still moved fluidly, and the Frenchman’s eyes rolled in their sockets as he leaned his head back, only to readjust and look her in the eyes. The splinter of a smile crept across thin lips, which parted as if to greet her with a kiss, but his control panel seemed to be fried.

Everything about her is enticing. From her eyes to her breasts, her lips to her legs, there wasn’t an inch of her that he didn’t find incredible, so much so that he realized he wasn’t going to tolerate sharing her with anyone. To him, their agreement had been loose and nonspecific, and he was to bring it up to her later, but in his mind he had determined that there was no need for another woman in his life, not that he had necessarily been looking in the first place. This young woman was absolutely all he desired--and more.

“Fuck, Elsie,” he breathed, quickly becoming aware of how he wanted to squirm under her hold, but he kept himself still. His chest began to rise and fall more frequently, and the inked crow looked as if it was starting to flap its wings. A spot of his mind wandered towards the idea of the woman, eyelids threatening to flutter shut as he took in each motion of her hips. She was beautiful, there was not denying that, and his heart trembled with each movement she made, each one increasing his hunger for her.

This had been a long time coming, he supposed, and now it felt like some sort of fantasy. She was, in many ways, out of his league, and yet she had picked him, the rather grungy old man who worked alongside her father, carrying out deeds she almost certainly didn’t know existed. She had chosen him, and now he was to choose her, just as his mind had a couple of years ago, but the notion had been suppressed and pushed away. But now? Now he wanted her all to himself. He wanted to take care of her and protect her, but also make her body shiver and require his company. If he was hers, than she was his, his beautiful princess.

“You’re so fucking hot, princess,” the man practically moaned, head craning back against the couch as his eyes closed and face twisted into that of both suppressed pleasure and desire. His hips involuntarily shifted against hers, clearly wanting her more and more by the second. “God, you’re so fucking wet...”

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King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie

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Everything was blurred together, yet he cherished every individual moment.

There was no denying that he was gradually becoming more aroused as she played about on his lap, each move ever so enticing and causing his fingers to itch with yearning. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this good, since he had wanted to go forward with things, he came be an understanding that perhaps things were going to go rather well, that maybe there wasn’t going to be as much danger as he assumed. On the other hand, he knew that was utterly foolish to believe, but in this moment, his mind chose to ignore it.

“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?” he breathed, words warm against her collar bone. His lips trailed down her sternum, placing kisses along the way, only to stop and suck on the tender bud that wasn’t between his fingers. He teased her, using his tongue and toying with the sensitive spot with his teeth, applying gentle pressure. For him, there was initially no need for things to go much further, or at least that was what his better judgement was trying to tell him, but that didn’t go according to plan.

A look of disapproval painted across the man’s face as the young woman reached down and performed something he saw as being his job. In a way he was jealous, jealous that she was receiving pleasure that was not given by him, and he was sure that she knew he felt that way towards the action. A minor sneer of frustration tugged at his lips as her hips rolled against his, as she whined for him, and like a crumbling wall, he fell.

Rough hands slipped away from the woman’s form, grappling with his jeans and boxers until they were pushed down and bunched about his ankles. He was free now, his lower extremities, and that only caused his hunger to grow, to become much stronger than he had anticipated. Gripping the young woman’s hip with one hand, he used the other to remove her hand from her undergarment, humming a quiet “tsk, tsk” against her lips before kissing her deeply. The palm of his free hand ran along the damp material of her garment before both hands rolled her hips against his, causing a low growl-like rumble to sound from the back of his throat.

“Is all of that for me?” he asked, referring to her damp state. He could feel himself pulsing against her, and the pace of his breathing was becoming less even. A part of him wondered if she minded his comments, if they were something she preferred to avoid, but she had made some of her own, and he felt it only proper to share in his approval of the situation, blue eyes looking to her lips. His hands held her against him, rolling their hips together once more before hovering his lips before hers, smirking as he cooed, “Come here, princess. … Sit down on my lap.”

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I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.

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[elsiemonaghan]

King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie

[edmondlaurent]

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I want you. His words made her happy, probably more than it should as she brought her hand to his face, fingers moving the hair from his eyes as she looked down at him. She really cared for this man, probably more than he’ll ever know. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t going to be sleeping with anyone else while their arrangement was happening, that she wouldn’t be able to even if she tried.  She only craved his touch, his kisses… No one else’s. Now that she had a taste of him, she wasn’t ready to stop anytime soon.

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The movie was now completely out of view and out of mind.

The pressure she applied to his groin made him simply crave for more, and he insisted that she was getting him much more riled up than he had hoped. On the other hand, however, he was able to keep it under wraps, smiling up at the young woman as her hands traced about his chest, her words like verbal velvet as he drank in each and every syllable. Hunger was hunger was hunger, and there was no denying the way it grew and growled in his stomach.

The nickname that had fallen from his lips had even surprised him, for he had never called anyone that before, but in a way it fit her perfectly. She was daughter of the king of the MC, and he was but a knight who didn’t own shining armor. She was a princess, one he was truly not worthy to touch or hold, but he found himself with the opportunity and he took it without a second thought.

Her words rattled inside his skull, and a smug smile tugged at the corner of his lips.The idea that she wanted him too was still difficult to grasp, and as she spoke, he could feel his heart swell, and for a moment he feared it would burst out of tangled joy.

It didn’t take long for her to demand that his jacket was removed, and so he did just that, aiding her in peeling off the article of clothing. Their proximity caused his lungs to feel deflated, struggling for air as she was so close. It didn’t seem to matter that he had screwed her against a wall earlier, for his nerves and anxieties seemed to be acting up in peculiar ways. There was no denying that he like this teasing, though; the subtle foreplay they hadn’t had the chance to engage in earlier that day. Sex had never been something he focused on, especially not in the past couple of years, and so he had learned that there was more to a connection between two people than how frequently they jumped one another’s bones. Now, however, he wanted nothing more than to hear the young woman crying and whining his name as he gave her a much more desirable taste of the very act they had done but hours before.

The Frenchman’s attention was pulled from the woman’s face and to the fingers that traced the inked images on his skin. Each had a story, and while a part of him wanted her to ask, he certainly knew he wouldn’t make it through each tattoo before greedily demanding they moved on to the main event. For now he was content with watching her fingertips trail along the dark lines, and her question caused his eyes to rise to her face, even if she wasn’t looking at him.

“Some of them,” Edmond replied, voice low and calm as he restrained a yearning rumble. There was a pause, and he had opened his mouth to add another comment, only to feel his jaw clamp shut as the young woman removed her shirt. Blue eyes almost immediately found themselves drawn to her chest, admiring each inch and curve of her skin. She was beautiful, he knew that, but now he was aware that clothes or no clothes, that she was all he would think about.

As her hands covered his, the man did not hesitate to follow her request and guidance, calloused palms snaking up her torso. They moved past her navel and continued upwards, not stopping until they cupped her chest. Rough thumb graced over her sensitive buds, the rest of his hands gently massaging her breasts. A shivery exhale slipped from his nostrils, and his jaw unhinged slightly. Maybe he was trembling, he couldn’t tell, but his attention was glued on his work. After a moment or so, blue eyes found the woman’s darker ones. His chest felt tight, but he loved it, and he smiled, whispering, “You’re so beautiful,” as he looked her over once again. There was no denying she was so.

With one hand remaining in place, he allowed the other to gather a fistful of her hair, pulling the two of them closer together. The kiss he offered was not feverish or solely hunger-filled, and instead attempted to express a sense of compassion, a yearning. He would devour her in good time, but for now he would wait... wait for her to ask for it, to beg. He could wait.

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King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie

[elsiemonaghan]

She wants him. She wants him so badly that she almost changes her mind about the movie and to simply pull him into her bedroom to fill the hunger laced in her veins. The kiss he’d returned a few minutes ago was still tingling on her lips, and she certainly wanted another, and then another after that and another… Although she holds herself back, wanting to sit next to him and enjoy a movie like they would normally do when they hung out. As much as she craved the physical sense of being with him, she also didn’t want to lose the fun they had when they just talked about random things and watched television. 

“Whatever I have in mind? Careful, you never know what that might be.” She warned in a teasing tone, turning back to the television as she pressed play on the remote. Moving over so that she could lean her side against his chest, her head fell just on his collarbone while she draped her arm over his abdomen. It was strange for the brunette, cuddling with someone for the first time. She never did the whole thing before, considering she’d never dated after the incident and when it came to sex, the guys always tried to but she felt uncomfortable and told them to leave.  

She knows her and Edmond aren’t a couple, that they had an arrangement which involved sex… At least that’s what he thought he meant back at the gathering. Yet the Vegas born didn’t hesitate to press her body next to his and relish at the feeling of his warmth. She liked being close to him, liked the way he felt against her. She wondered if he liked it too. Hell, maybe he wanted her off of him, but she trusted him enough to tell her if he did.

For the first half hour of the movie, there’s not a lot of talking and the young woman tries to concentrate on the moving images in front of her, she really does. Although, her hands have other ideas. 

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[edmondlaurent]

There was almost certainly nothing wrong with Blade Runner. It was one of his favorite movies, if not his favorite, and so he was rather excited to be sitting down to watch the film with the young woman. While his eyes remained fixated on the flickering screen, the Frenchman’s mind flickered back and forth on various topics concerning the woman beside him. While they had had sex and had come to some sort of unofficial agreement that they were… involved?, Edmond was still unsure as to what they were ‘together.’ They certainly weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend or anything like that. Besides, that sounded much too much like high school, and he refused to return to that state of mind.

A part of him wondered if they were partners in a general sense, that they would fuck, fight, and be there for one another when possible, and yet he desired more for such an arrangement. It had been many years that his own yearning for the young woman had cropped up, and by this point in time he was attempting to allow himself to fulfill these wants. He knew himself well enough to know that this couldn’t be anything casual, that if he caught her with another man that he would surely pump the other full of lead. There was no denying he would become jealous, and the feeling was strange, foreign almost, and he made note of it as to not allow it to determine his actions. If they were going to do this, she needed to be his and his alone.

During the film he took note of how her hand ran along various parts of his body, doing his best to make nothing of it. He balanced his empty beer bottle on his knee, eyes flickering to look to her hand every once in a while, only to return to the television. Everything had been fine, that is, until she moved towards his leg, until she ran a hand along the zipper of his jeans. A cry of shame rumbled through his skull as he realized he was no longer watching the movie, but simply staring at the screen. His attention was on the young woman’s touch, despite how his eyes remained on the blinking screen. Regardless of his efforts, he could feel himself becoming aroused, doing his best to ignore the simmering hunger that birthed itself in his stomach.

It was around the point he figured he had everything under control that she straddled him, and he could slowly feel his work being undone.

Her lips crashed into his, her nails gripping the front of his shirt in order to pull them close together. He offered an equally passionate kiss in return, nerves going off like live wires as he fought for motor controls once more, finding that he had done so only to have the woman pull back. Bright eyes opened, watching her mouth as she spoke. The words met his ears and took a moment to process, breath hitching in the back of his throat as he swallowed, despite how dry his mouth felt.

“You,” he breathed, feeling as if he had momentarily given up control to the young woman he hungered for. “I want you.”

He wanted her to beg, to whine his name and complain about how she much needed him. It had been a long time since he had been wanted in such a way as she desired him, and it was now, in this moment, that he wanted to be reminded of what it felt like to be craved, to be sought after. The small amount of alcohol in his veins did very little to aid him in moving forward, but it did remind his muscles to relax.

“Now tell me what you want, princess,” Edmond requested, testing out the nickname. His lips hovering but centimeters from hers as the words left as a warm exhale. Blue eyes watched her lips, his own trembling as they pulled into a smirk. Allowing his hands to travel beneath her shirt, they detoured and moved to her legs, running rough palms along her thighs. There was no denying he was gaining an amount of pleasure from this, from having a beautiful young woman straddling his lap and asked what he wanted. The words replayed in his head, and as she rubbed herself against him, the man wondered if she could feel his gradually ‘stiffening state’.

He felt his heart begin to beat more quickly, and he was certain he could watch her squirm for a bit before giving in to whatever she set forth. Although he wouldn’t say it (at least not yet), he wanted to hear her beg for it, to tell him how badly she needed it, whatever ‘it’ was, even though he had a few ideas. She was a ‘bad girl’, wanting someone his age, but the idea of it all caused a smirk to pull as his lips as he waited, wanting responses and quiet pleas that made both of them thirst for more.

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King and Lionheart → Edmond & Elsie

[elsiemonaghan]

At his words, Rose suddenly felt silly for having thought that he was unaffected by their encounter at the gathering, that it was nothing more than a quick fuck that meant nothing. At least, she hoped that he thought it was more than that, like she wasn’t like the other girls he’d been with before. It was a funny thing to feel, these insecurities. She hadn’t had any for a very long time, and if she did, she knew how to pretend they weren’t there.

The first time she’d felt them was in middle school and when one of the bullies called her ugly in front of all his friends. At first it didn’t really affect her, not until she got home and stared in the mirror to point out the things she didn’t like about her body. Her dad had caught her with tears in her eyes and asked her what was wrong. When she told him about the boy’s comment, the man looked at her with determination and love and said he would handle it. The next day when she saw the boy at school, he looked at her in fear and knew that it had something to do with her dad. She never got bullied from anyone else after that.

Closing the door as he entered, she walked in front of him until they were standing in front of each other. His gaze looking her up and down brought goosebumps to her skin, and she wanted to scowl at herself for being so affected by this man, yet she couldn’t seem to push herself to do it. “S’okay, I get it.” She offered him a small smile before reaching on her tiptoes, both hands hesitantly cupping the back of his neck as she ran her thumb in his brown strands as if he was going to pull away from her any second.

Looking up at him while biting her bottom lip, she took in the small details on his face. The small lines at the side of his eyes, his high cheekbones and the small mole on the corner of his upper lip. There wasn’t a day since she first saw him that she didn’t find him handsome. “Come here,” she leaned forward, not being able to resist another minute without being close to him again. Pressing her lips to his as she felt the tension of “what ifs” leave her body, the embrace didn’t feel rushed or forceful considering they had time and weren’t thinking of getting caught any second, so she savored the moment.

After a minute or so, she reluctantly pulled away and placed one last kiss at the corner of his mouth before detaching herself from him. Grabbing his hand, she entwined their fingers together before grinning up at him. “I have something planned for us. Follow me.” And without another word, she led him tot he sofa that had plenty of blanket and pillows for the both of them as well as each a bottle of cold beer on the table in front of it.

Plopping down on the couch, she made room for Edmond and leaned forward to grab the remote for the TV with her free hand, switching it on as she turned her body towards him. “I was thinking we could watch Blade Runner? I remember you mentioning it a few weeks ago when we were hanging out and thought we could watch it?” she paused, looking down sheepishly as she pulled some of her damp hair out of her face. 

Would he think this was weird now, them hanging out like before like he hadn’t made her see stars earlier that day? She cleared her throat, the image of her pinned against the wall by his body made her flush as she looked up at him again. “And if we get bored… We can do something else.” She couldn’t help the suggestive tone from escaping her lips.

[edmondlaurent]

Lust was conceivably the most dangerous of the seven deadly sins. There was also pride, greed, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth, but lust? Lust bent a bruised a man in more ways than the others could, more likely to leave him broken and bleeding and begging for forgiveness no god would give him. The likelihood that he, Edmond, was to fall to this same fate seemed eerily possible, and like a man with a predetermined ending and quite frankly no god to turn to, he felt a twisted, blissful feeling towards all of it.

It felt as if he were signing his soul over to some devil that claimed benevolence, but had a history of stabbing his followers in the back. Deception was key, and the Frenchman made sure his mind didn’t wander to the threatening side of the entanglement. He worried too much thought would drive him away, would separate him from the woman he now greedily desired. He couldn’t remember how many times his being told him it was wrong, that who she was and her age were reasons enough to turn away, but it was rather quickly too late for him. The woman, like a siren, had captured him with her song, and he was willingly drifting towards the rocks, aware that once he hit them, that there was no escaping her grasp.

Her fingers clamped on the back of his neck, and like an obedient hound, he bent to her request. It would have been foolish to deny her kiss, to miss a moment where he could be closed to her and smell the sweet, natural scent of her skin. Her lips were soft, plush and tender like he imagined other parts of her were, and so he kissed her gently, as if worried her petite form would crack under his rough touch. This didn’t stop him, however, from bringing a hand to the side of her face, deepening the kiss for a moment before she pulled away. His body, like a deprived child, cried out for more, and hunger clung to the edges of his eyes.

Initially he missed the fact that her lips were moving now to convey words and not return to his, and bright eyes flickered up to her brown ones. She took his hand then, leading him towards the couch, where they each took a seat. Out of habit, he spread his arms out along the back of the couch, although now he gripped the edge, nerves getting the best of him. There was no hiding that he had yet to become fully comfortable with their new situation, despite how he figured he was putting on a rather decent facade.

“One of my favorite movies,” the man commented, nodding slowly as he idly chewed on the inside of his cheek. He took note of the beers, smirking to himself before she required his attention. Looking to the woman, he allowed a small smile to curl about his lips as she made a suggestions, one he could only assume referred to retreating to the bedroom, or perhaps anywhere else, really. They had already used a wall, and the bedroom suddenly seemed like a step back, juvenile, even. With a shy smile, he nodded again. “I’m open to whatever you have in mind.”