not your sweetheart

erin, 20. student at columbia u. call girl for the diangelos. ask me no questions, and i'll tell you no lies.

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Salvatore didn’t hold back the slow smirk that slipped between her neck and his teeth. That noise, her exposed neck; she was ensnared, but still fighting a good game. His lips curled higher. I’ve been meaner, she said. His kisses gently lifted from their path towards her mouth—just out of reach.

She wanted to play a game, did she?

Lashes drooping in an almost predatory, yet lazy smolder—like one of a large cat—he lifted his gaze to hers. “Your panties. Take them off.” 

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Erin had to fight the urge to duck her head and kiss him as his lips came teasingly closer to hers, and she blew out a breath, biting her lip when he looked up at her. Even though it really shouldn't have, his command surprised her, and her eyes narrowed, lips twisting for a moment as she considered whether or not she should cooperate.

A second later, she shrugged, smirking right back at him. She certainly wasn't backing out. "Okay."

Leaning back onto one forearm, she lifted her hips and reached obediently under the skirt of her dress, pulling down on the black lace of her underwear until they fell down around her ankles. Then she sat up, hands resting once again on the tile of the counter as she looked up at Salvatore expectantly, waiting for him to speak. 

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Salvatore’s low baritone hum reverberated against the column of her neck as he made his way down to the curve of it. He stayed there, lips pressing and then parting for a gentle nip. Further teasing. Goading, even. “Mm…so mean.” He whispered boyishly before kissing harder; sucking softly at one point, then moving back up to her jaw. Wanting her to crack.

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His hum vibrated against her skin, and Erin shuddered, unable to help herself, hands falling to grip at the edge of the counter. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was running out of willpower, her restraint dwindling, and she couldn't keep herself from half-groaning when Salvatore bit down again, cutting herself off and biting down hard on her own lip to keep herself from making anymore unintentional noises. She was losing, and she knew it-- head falling back as his lips made their way up to her jaw again, breath coming faster-- and she gritted her teeth in frustration. "Would you just--" The words were sudden and blurted, and she stopped herself, forcing her tone back into something more distant and cynical. "I've been meaner."

[erin-carter]

"Uh? I'm gonna guess you've got the wrong door." She pulled the blankets tighter around herself, eyebrows raising.

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hurt me and tell me you’re mine  i don’t know why, but i like it  scare me, my god, you’re divine  gimme them, gimme them  dope and diamonds

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"…Ouch." Salvatore let out. before pressing his fingers into her legs again in return. Lips curving, he moved so that he now had access to her neck. His mouth skimmed the smooth skin there. "That hurt." It came out little more than a muse, tinted by wolfish charm. And then he pressed closer, and kissed the fair curve beneath his lips. Tenderly, almost. Teasing.

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Erin swallowed, fighting the immediate urge to let her head fall back when she felt lips brushing neck. "Good," she said, her voice coming out evenly, if slightly high-pitched. He was teasing her so obviously, so stereotypically, so... successfully. Goddamn it. She took a deep breath, chin raising just slightly-- whether in an act of resolve or to further bare her neck, even she wasn't sure. "It was supposed to."

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Emilia stood in front of Erin, her laptop held over her chest and her head tilted slightly to the side. “No problem, I was just saying that you’re sitting on my laptop charger and my laptop is making some pretty feeble, pathetic dying noises” she smirked, “could I…?”

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Erin stood, looking back over her shoulder to see that there was, indeed, a charger on the seat. "Whoops." She grabbed the charger and held it out to the other girl, smiling ruefully. "Here ya go."

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Erin looked up, smoothing her automatic, annoyed expression into what she hoped was a decent attempt at a smile as she paused her iPod. "Sorry, I've got no clue what you just said. Earbuds."

[c0metakemeh0me]

“I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka, or the sea.”

(via greatexpectations93)

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Salvatore didn’t miss her sharp exhale. His left cheek rose a little higher with his crooked grin. “Mm…” His hands brought her even closer still; flush against his lower half whilst still perched on the counter. His fingers, meanwhile, had slid under the hem of her dress, push it high on her thighs—nearly at her hips. The only thing between them being the rough of his jeans and the soft of her underwear. “All I’m hearing are words,” Salvatore purred by her jaw. “Mary.”

[erin-carter]

He rucked up her dress, pulling her closer until she was pressed right against him, covered now only by her underwear. It was so tempting to grind forward, to seek out friction, but she wouldn't let herself-- she had better control than that. "My name is Erin," she said, voice tight with irritation and restraint as she ducked her head, nipping briefly at the skin below his ear as if in retaliation. "Asshole." 

[corgisbyun]

[tedbeartonks-deactivated2016021]

"I’ve been so busy I hardly been able to enjoy the sun."

[erin-carter]

"Me too. Thank God there is sun, at least. I thought this winter was never gonna end."

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stranger danger | david & erin

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Her small and subtle movements didn’t go unnoticed; his eyes lingered on her lips a bit too long that it was obvious Erin had to have noticed. This time though he wanted to see her take charge, so instead of leaning in and capturing her lips, David took the pipe and brought it to his own. The high was already effecting him; muscles relaxing, shoulders slightly drooping, and damn did he just feel good. Weed was definitely a great idea after sex, he would have to remember that. “Definitely. Besides, I’m sure we have plenty of time to worry about all that shit later.”

No one knew how much time they truly had left but David liked to think he had all the time in the world. Why live worrying about if you are going to die or not, that was no way to go through each day. That was an ironic thought figuring he sold the very things that took many people’s lives; but hey, nobody was perfect. “Student huh? What are you in majoring in?”

He had no time nor interest in school, it was a corrupt system made to just waste time and pretend you were making something of yourself in the end. No, he made it pretty well without a degree and had a booming business to prove it. “Hobbies? You’re looking at it hun. Drinking, smoking, sex.” At the last word he looked into Erin’s eyes while handing her the pipe his signature smirk back in place. 

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Erin was watching David carefully, so she saw his gaze catching on her mouth as she bit her lip, and she couldn’t help but smile a little. He didn’t seem particularly interested in the mention of college, and she didn’t blame him— God knew it wasn’t for everybody. Still, she answered his question, figuring that if he didn’t want to know, he shouldn’t have asked. “Business and administration.” She smirked, and her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she continued, “It’s fascinating, I know.” If she actually did find it to be interesting, if she truthfully enjoyed most of her classes, he didn’t need to know.

At that point, she was most definitely high, her whole body relaxed with the calm, floaty feeling of it. She kept her hand on David’s thigh, her fingers absently tracing circles against his skin where the towel was rucked up as she listened to him list his own hobbies, barely leaning against his leg. His expression was decidedly smug as he mentioned sex, and her lips curved upward, her head tilting to the side as she took the pipe from him. It was burnt out, smoke trailing slowly from the chamber, and she reached back to set it carefully on the table, not looking away from David’s smirk. “Mmm, those count as hobbies?” Quickly, before she could second guess herself, Erin pulled herself into his lap, one hand dropping to slide her fingers along the top of the towel as she leaned in so that her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. “I guess we have a lot in common, then.”

[totaly-people]

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stranger danger | david & erin

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David watched as she lit up; the smoke circling up to her face only to be inhaled and swallowed down. Erin looked even more beautiful when she threw her head back, lips parted in laughter and the cloud of white escaping from her mouth. He wanted to reach out and pull her in for another kiss which would undoubtedly lead to yet another stellar performance by them both. However; David held himself back and took the pipe from her so he could partake in the high as well.

“Sort of but not really?” He smirked while taking a long hit, his own cloud of white burning down his throat. “Interesting answer that doesn’t really do a lot of answering.” With a reassuring smile while meeting her gaze he passed Erin back the pipe making sure his fingers grazed against her own; just a small touch compared to what they just did, but enough to remind her. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop those questions. Everyone has their secrets or it would be a very boring world.”

Heaven knew David had his own deep, dark secrets. Secrets that could easily get him killed if they were heard by the wrong people. If someone started to pester him about it David knew exactly how he would react and wouldn’t blame Erin if she did the same way. “So, are hobbies a safe subject to talk about?”

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Erin handed David the pipe, watching lazily as he took a hit. He was shooting her a smile before she could even start to get properly defensive about his reaction to her (admittedly vague) answer, and she relaxed, taking the pipe back. Their fingers barely touched in the process, and she would normally ignore it, but it was so obviously purposeful that she had to look up through her lashes, catching her lower lip between her teeth. Watching for a reaction, because when no one was paying her, she actually cared about shit like that.

"Mmm, I suppose you're right." She took another hit, hoping that her high would kick in full-force soon. She liked that feeling, the way it was like floating without ever having to leave the ground and risk falling. Freeing, but still safe-- somehow-- in her mind. "Anyway, I'm sure it's nothing you haven't heard before." Tragic, kidnapped call-girl stories were far too common around here. "No use in hashing it all out, yeah?"  

Falsely casual, she placed a hand on David's leg to pull herself onto her knees, handing the pipe back to him again and grinning up at him. "Hobbies are fine, I just don't have time for many. I'm a student at Columbia." That was normal, safe to talk about. From the look on his face, Erin guessed that David wasn't into talking about the deeper shit, either, at the moment. Good. They were in agreement, then. "And you?"

[marcus-richter]

So...

[marcus-richter]

[he snorted] ‘Dry spell?’  More like the Atacama Desert drought. That wanting no pity thing though?  Yeah, it goes both ways.  Let’s keep it that way.

[things at least seemed to be ending on a mostly civil note between them here, deal offered, deal made, deal done; until she decided to go ahead and get all judgey judgerson about how he sold his drugs, and instantly the defenses go up]

Ah, I see, so you’re the go to expert on drug delivery and sales now? What the fuck do you expect, to walk into some set up that looks like a motherfucking mall booth Sephora?  I usually sell in bulk, which means this product goes to distributors, who sell it out on the streets.  I’m not here to cater to my customer’s fuzzy feelings.  You don’t like meeting shady men in shady places, you might want to quit your day job.

[of course he knows she’s right, but it would take a hell of a lot more swallowing of pride than he’s willing to do to admit it to her]

[but when she calls him out on the something ‘not entirely horrible’ that he just said about her, the smallest of smiles creeps onto his lips]

That was just a slip up of semantics, not a complim- shut up.  Don’t you have a backseat handjob to get to or something?

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[Erin is a lot of things, but she's not a hypocrite, so she just nods at his comment about not wanting pity.] Gotcha. Wouldn't want to waste my limited supply of empathy, anyway.

[She has to smother a snicker at his aggressive denial of her criticism, shrugging with a wry smile.] Calm your tits, sweetheart. No need to get all defensive-- I'm just saying, potential customers who actually have some sense of self-preservation may not take so kindly to that plan. 

[Shrugging, she takes a step back, watching him before he speaks again. Pausing mid-step, she blinks, eyebrows shooting upward.]

Did you-- did you just smile? [Erin has a wide, shit-eating grin spreading across her face now, full of smug surprise.] You did. You totally did. And that was totally a compliment, fuck you. [She turns around, waving carelessly over her shoulder as she heads back in the direction of the DiAngelo compound.] Yeah, yeah, I'm going. 

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Chuckling lowly at her tug, Salvatore dipped his head further towards her. “Ooh, impressive.” He praises mockingly; his aim was to rile her up, get her all…hot and bothered. More so than she already was, of course. He moved so that both his hands now rested on either of her legs, gripping the skin of her thighs a little tighter for a second or so. And then relaxing. “So dangerous of you. So bad." 

[erin-carter]

He ducked his head, and then there was barely any space between them. Erin pursed her lips, trying and failing to keep a breath from hissing out as his hands squeezed her thighs. Still, she kept herself in check, hands sliding up and over his shoulders to pull herself even closer, her hips pressing forward,  lips brushing against his ear as she said, "Oh, but it gets so much worse." She was determined that she was not going to be the one whose willpower broke.