For the sensual meme: #24 for Dylan and Eva (Or Seraph 😮)
Sensual Meme #24 based on [x]
This was supposed to be Eva here. She was supposed to be the one here. Right now. Fuck!
You hear me, Eva? FUCK.
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Dylan was nervous enough about bringing it up right after sex, but as the minutes went by, she found more and more odd things to point at in Eva and how she was acting. She already felt out of place for standing outside the bathroom while Eva gathered herself. Why did she need the privacy for? Was it because her clothes had stayed on the whole time while she was butt naked? So… the heat? Dylan gripped onto the edge of her shirt, trying to cover up as much as she could while she looked around herself. She went on the tip of her toes and back, swinging a little on her step while she waited for the other to open the door.
What she wasn’t expecting, was for Eva to look so defiant as she was met with her gaze, her words sounding cute and bubbly as ever, but there was still something off and it was a mixture of how secretive she was and what her body actually said for her. “I…” Dylan stuttered, looking up at the taller woman, “Honestly? It’s… not even about sex,” she let out a short, nervous laugh. “I’m… gonna go home, alright?” Dylan blurted out before even realizing it. Home meant safety and her apartment was the one thing that was completely hers, the one place she hurried to when things went sour, and right now? She just needed a shower and to forget about today, she hoped tomorrow would be different. Dylan bit hard on her lower lip, turning away from Eva to grab on her clothes, putting them on and hoping not to forget about anything on her place, grabbing her bag, phone and keys and fumbling around, putting the items back in her bag. “I’ll– text you tomorrow, okay? I’m supposed to go back to work early so I’ll be runnin’ around but whatever.” Dylan slipped her glasses back on, staring at Eva from her spot.
The last thing Seraph needed was to rouse suspicion. What had that asshat of a psychiatrist said? He was here because he was the protector or some shit? He couldn't deny that, especially when Eva refused to be cautious, letting in strangers every chance she got, thinking everyone was her friend. Jesus Christ.
They were the same green eyes that Dylan knew, but they were looking her over now, still deciding what exactly to do with her underneath that bubbly veneer. Eyebrows raised at hearing the answer, struggling to hide the impatience. He wound up forcing himself to furrow his brow, giving that confused air as to why the brunette was ready to leave. As much as he wished for it, he knew that it was not worth risking under these circumstances.
"Hey, hey, you're just going to.. like.. hump and dash?" Was that the right phrase? Sounded close enough, as Seraph stepped out from the bathroom, moving a hand to the other's shoulder as he made his way in front of her. Another smile was given from a tilting head as both hands found their way on either of her shoulders, massaging into them. "It's just been...like this totally tough day, and I guess I was too rough? Right?" Not that you were complaining, Seraph bit his tongue from adding, choosing something more suitable. "Hungry? I could go for some tacos right now."










