Ella O'Brien

21 years young

[ella-obrien-blog]

“Hi, I’m sorry, I was just wondering if you could help me with something. My cat ran off and I was wondering if you had seen her? She’s tiny, really tiny, black fur ...”

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[ella-obrien-blog]

“Hey,” she whispered softly making her way towards the male, “I like you too. I don’t care what you did in your past. I care about what’s happening now.” The female climbed up on the chair, placing her ass on Coen’s lap as she straddled him, her arms wrapped around his neck. “I like you, Coen. And I trust you.” She played with his hair with her tiny fingers.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“A couple?” She knitted her eyebrows together, leaning on the kitchen island. “How many is a couple?” She questioned. Quickly standing up as the questioned turned to her, the female itching her neck awkwardly. “Okay, I’m a virgin!” She exclaimed spinning around the face the male. Once more, her hands covering her face in embarrassment. “But just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want! And what I like!”

“Uh. A couple is a lot. I told you I’m a horrible person.” He said reluctantly. Coen’s laughing halted and he looked at her, “I’m surprised. But I don’t see it as a big deal, I like a clean slate, it’s easier to teach,” he joked before getting serious seeing that it meant a lot to her, “Sorry that was uncalled for.”

[ella-obrien-blog]

"A lot as in how many?" She asked. Suddenly feeling unsure of everything. "A lot as in, you slept with them all?" She crossed her arms over her chest, "or as in 'it was nothing serious, we only dated for a week?" Why was she so curious. Stop asking questions, she thought.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“How many girls have you dated?” The female walked away towards the kitchen. Deciding to stay longer with the male. “Your not a …” She trailed off her words hoping he’d get it. A virgin? Was she a virgin? “I mean, it’s cool if you are…” She glanced away hoping he wouldn’t ask her the same. “Dammit” she whispered under her breath as she questioned herself in asking the question.

Coen itched his face knowing that the number was way higher than she would like to hear, “Uh, a couple?” His brows raised, “Virgin?” He started laughing, “No not at all.” The male sat at the island laughing thinking about his sexual history. “That was a good question but yeah no, I’m not. And you?” He asked not really minding what the answer was.

[ella-obrien-blog]

"A couple?" She knitted her eyebrows together, leaning on the kitchen island. "How many is a couple?" She questioned. Quickly standing up as the questioned turned to her, the female itching her neck awkwardly. "Okay, I'm a virgin!" She exclaimed spinning around the face the male. Once more, her hands covering her face in embarrassment. "But just because I'm a virgin, doesn't mean I don't know what I want! And what I like!"

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[ella-obrien-blog]

"How many girls have you dated?" The female walked away towards the kitchen. Deciding to stay longer with the male. "Your not a ..." She trailed off her words hoping he'd get it. A virgin? Was she a virgin? "I mean, it's cool if you are..." She glanced away hoping he wouldn't ask her the same. "Dammit" she whispered under her breath as she questioned herself in asking the question.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[ella-obrien-blog]

“Yeah, of course. On top of all those things your a super duper dork. A really funny, kind one.” She smiled wrapping her arms around the males neck, standing on her tippy toes. “You want something more? As in relationship …?” She cracked a smile. “We could always take it slow.”

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[ella-obrien-blog]

Grace crossed her arms over her chest allowing Coen to speak, “that’s the thing, Coen. Your freaking hot, really hot, and you have an amazing life and you live in the moment. Something I wish I could do, but can’t. I like knowing where this is going. I like knowing if I’m going to be kissing you more, I like knowing and I just can’t live in the moment.” She exclaimed covering her face with her hands as soon as she finished. “ wait, So you want to see me again?” She glanced up at him trying to hide her smile.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

Grace felt her heart jump but come at ease as the male wrapped his arms around her waist. “Oh, trust me, I was thinking about it.” She giggled playfully. She did think about it, she would’ve done it, but couldn’t. She couldn’t just leave the male alone, space. She decided to give him space and avoid any sexual gesture. Grace slowly pulled herself out of the males grasp as she headed to the table to drop off a starter plate of bacon and a cup of orange juice. Glancing at the male, she gulped. Wow this was going to be harder than it looked. “How’d you sleep?”

Coen smiled weakly knowing that behind her playful tone she was being serious. He shrugged and sat at the island as he watched Grace walked to the table that sat between the living area and kitchen. “I slept okay. Could’ve been better, how about you?” He was still half alseep and continuously yawned.

[ella-obrien-blog]

"I slept okay too." She nodded placing a stack of pancakes in front of the male. "Even though I couldn't sleep whatsoever, it was okay." The female pranced along the flat with a small smile. She had no makeup on and no pants on, she decided putting on pants was a good idea. "I should probably change and get going..." She spoke quietly not even bothering to sit down and eat with the male.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

The female fell fast asleep in the comfy shirt and cozy bed, she had fallen asleep thinking of Coen’s words. Soon enough, the sun had risen and the birds began to chirp, the sun leaking through Coen’s bedroom window. Grace was already wide awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast in his shirt, in his flat. The brunette cooked bacon on the stove as she hummed a song quietly, her waist swaying side to side as she hummed.

When Coen woke up Grace wasn’t there and he automatically thought that she had snuck out. Checking his clock next to his bed he rolled out of the bed and headed to his bathroom to brush his teeth. After he finished he walked to the kitchen, the moment he opened his bedroom door he smelt the bacon cooking. He headed to the kitchen to find Grace cooking and dancing. He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes adjusting to the sunlight in the open living space. “I thought you left.” He spoke softly as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

[ella-obrien-blog]

Grace felt her heart jump but come at ease as the male wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh, trust me, I was thinking about it." She giggled playfully. She did think about it, she would've done it, but couldn't. She couldn't just leave the male alone, space. She decided to give him space and avoid any sexual gesture. Grace slowly pulled herself out of the males grasp as she headed to the table to drop off a starter plate of bacon and a cup of orange juice. Glancing at the male, she gulped. Wow this was going to be harder than it looked. "How'd you sleep?"

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[ella-obrien-blog]

The female fell fast asleep in the comfy shirt and cozy bed, she had fallen asleep thinking of Coen's words. Soon enough, the sun had risen and the birds began to chirp, the sun leaking through Coen's bedroom window. Grace was already wide awake and in the kitchen cooking breakfast in his shirt, in his flat. The brunette cooked bacon on the stove as she hummed a song quietly, her waist swaying side to side as she hummed.

[ella-obrien-blog]

“Are you kidding me?”

[ella-obrien-blog]

nikdevereaux:

gracexviolet:

“Too much cleavage? More like not enough.”

“You want to see more?”

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“I was joking, dork.” She rolled her eyes at the male who exposed his neck. “Hickies are super fun, I don’t understand people who don’t like them.” She questioned with knitted eyebrows. “Better smelling? You are officially a super duper dork.” She glanced up at the male resting her head on her hand that was on his chest. “What are we? I mean obviously we’re not just friends…”

“I feel like it’s usually someone who has another on the side that wouldn’t want them,” he shrugged.  “Okay, whoa now. You’ve always been the super duper dork okay.” Coen shrugged, “I don’t know. We had a nice night can we not deduce it to labels they were haven’t even know each other long enough to make. And I’m only telling you that and being honest because I can see us growing and being together, because I really like you.” He sighed feeling like his tone made it sound like a bad thing but it wasn’t, at least not for him. “Remembering. Living in the moment. In this moment I’m in bed with a beautiful woman and I’d like to do this often.”

[ella-obrien-blog]

Grace looked away as the male spoke, slowly removing her head off of the males chest and laying it on the pillow. "I like you too, Coen." She whispered low. She wasn't upset or angry, just a little sad. Grace couldn't live in the moment, she liked planning things out. She liked painting images of her future. Grace looked at him before pulling out a fake yawn. "Goodnight, Coen." She turned around, her eyes wide open

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“Mark my territory? What do you want me to leave hickies on you?” She glanced up at him with a small smirk. “I mean, hickies are nice.” The female giggled as her hand glided along his chest outlining his abs. “Do you go around smelling people? You creep.” She laughed out playfully.

“Sure if you want,” he chuckled lifting his head to expose his neck more. “Yeah? Some people don’t like them so I usually wait until I’m sure.” Coen nodded, “Yep. That’s exactly what I do. That’s usually how I pick my next love interest so watch out. Someone better smelling might come along and steal me away from you.

[ella-obrien-blog]

"I was joking, dork." She rolled her eyes at the male who exposed his neck. "Hickies are super fun, I don't understand people who don't like them." She questioned with knitted eyebrows. "Better smelling? You are officially a super duper dork." She glanced up at the male resting her head on her hand that was on his chest. "What are we? I mean obviously we're not just friends..."

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“I don’t know, I’m afraid. The girls are gorgeous at Eta Beta. It’s like, imagine bringing a girl, me for instance, to the frat house where there’s a bunch of dudes who can’t control there penises. I don’t know, I guess you could say I’m insecure about it..” She sighed. The female glanced up at the male smiling small as he spoke. “Oh, of course. You smell nice too! Smell is important!” She giggled.

Coen laughed, “Oh come on I’m not that hot,” he joked. “But honestly, you just gotta mark your territory. Just be like he’s mine back off. And if they don’t listen throw some hands.” He laughed. “Smell is extremely. Smell has me falling in love with strangers.”

[ella-obrien-blog]

"Mark my territory? What do you want me to leave hickies on you?" She glanced up at him with a small smirk. "I mean, hickies are nice." The female giggled as her hand glided along his chest outlining his abs. "Do you go around smelling people? You creep." She laughed out playfully.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“It’s fun, I love it there. Every day is like a sleepover.” She giggled, “but I hate bringing guys there.” She admitted hoping he wouldn’t question why. “Those girls are like my family. I love them.” She smiled hesitantly resting her head on his chest.

Coen chuckled, “Why not? You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want.” He relaxed with her head on his chest and ran his fingers through her hair. “My overall favorite thing about girls is that they smell good. You probably smell the best though.” He laughed letting it boom through the room, “And yes smell is very important to me.”

[ella-obrien-blog]

"I don't know, I'm afraid. The girls are gorgeous at Eta Beta. It's like, imagine bringing a girl, me for instance, to the frat house where there's a bunch of dudes who can't control there penises. I don't know, I guess you could say I'm insecure about it.." She sighed. The female glanced up at the male smiling small as he spoke. "Oh, of course. You smell nice too! Smell is important!" She giggled.

[coenxenos]

Wrong Number || Coen + Grace

[coenxenos]

gracexviolet:

“Of course.” She smiled resting back in the bed. The female took his hand in to hers and easily played with his fingers. “Hey, who do you live here with?” She glanced up at him before looking back down at his fingers. Boy, where they big fingers.

“My friend and his daughter.” Coen looked down and watched her dainty fingers play with his larger ones. “How do you like living in the Eta Beta house? I only lived with my brothers for a few months before I moved into here. I like it here better because even though it can be boring not being surrounded by people I can do what I want without people being up my ass.”

[ella-obrien-blog]

"It's fun, I love it there. Every day is like a sleepover." She giggled, "but I hate bringing guys there." She admitted hoping he wouldn't question why. "Those girls are like my family. I love them." She smiled hesitantly resting her head on his chest.