only in the shattering can the rebuilding occur

Evelyn Hawthorne Private Secretary to Gabriel Smith Widow Mother to a runaway Escaping her own damn past Resident of Lakeham, CT

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

“m’known for that,” solomon drawled, though his words were cut off by the sweep of her thumb against his lower lip. his mouth twitched up at the corner, a barely there smile - his brows also twitched when that thumb was pressed into his mouth. he hadn’t really been expecting that - it weren’t a bad surprise, truth be told. but it was a bit of a surprise. 

his tongue flexed a little under her touch, curving a little to cup at the pad of her thumb. he met her gaze steadily, the momentary surprise having subsided. he wasn’t a stranger to this sort of situation - though usually he was the one putting his thumbs in peoples mouths, this wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation to him. he liked to play the field, solomon did. put the vers in versatile, he did. 

his mouth softened a bit at the press of her teeth to his lower lip - he let her tug it out, watching her, half-interested, from under heavy lids. a short breath huffed through his nose at her words - bit dramatic dialogue, he thought - and his hand slid to cup the nape of her neck, fingers curved over it, thumb held straight to press up behind her ear. 

“give me a quiet moment and i’ll see what i can do, eh?” solomon said, voice fairly conversational for someone speaking almost directly into another person’s mouth. he could be fairly unflappable at times, that solomon. 

his conversational moment was over, though, as quickly as it’d begun. his chin tilted, plush swell of his mouth finding evelyn’s good and proper. the first moment of the kiss was chaste, in context. almost like a moment taken for pleasantries, for hands shaken before a football match. that soft moment was lost, though, with the parting of solomon’s lips, tongue slipping out to lick hot and wet between evelyn’s own lips, hand pinned at her neck. hell for bloody leather seemed to be evelyn’s default setting, which solomon was more than happy to return with more of the same.  

A quiet moment. Not for the first time, Evelyn found herself wondering if this was common vernacular that she hadn’t heard before or him demanding her silence rudely. Either way, she supposed she’d see. It was all a matter of play, wasn’t it? One step forward, one step back, a complicated dance with a new partner to see who led, who followed.

Even as a thrill leapt over her skin at the touch of his hand, she fought not to show it anywhere other than her eyes. He leaned in, and the moment his tongue pressed into her mouth she dragged him in as close as she could with the hand on his shirt, humming against his lips.

Never could tell just by looking at someone how they’d kiss, how your bodies would meet in the middle. But something about Solomon worked for her. How much shorter he was, how she could practically yank him onto his tiptoes so he had to work to kiss her, how his hands made her feel like the softest creature on the planet.

She drank from his lips, subtly pushing for control of the kiss little by little, until she pulled back and huffed with amusement. “Be a gentleman and help me up onto this counter,” she murmured, already putting her hands on his shoulders and arching on her heels in an attempt to sit on the edge, to pull him where she wanted him.

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

My upbringing has always been quite equal in terms of cultural influences. But it’s unlikely that anything could prepare you for a job that involves belting out Proclaimers songs on camera, in Edinburgh and in public.

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

solomon was pleasantly surprised by the press of her knee against his thigh and did nothing to dissuade the press, mouth curling more, eyes crinkling at the corners. it was quite the lovely place to be, really, pressing evelyn up against the counter while she was wearing that pretty little scrap of lace. he could still feel the warmth of her breast in his palm despite having drawn his hand away - he suddenly ached to feel it again, with more extended contact. 

“it’s very alluring, that. nothing like a near-death experience to spice things up a bit,” he joked back, moving rather willingly with the pull of her hand at his shirt. his own hands came up to cup against her hips, palms against the broadest bit, fingers splayed against soft lace. the knicks and callouses of his hands caught slightly against the fine fabric, thumbs stroking over skin through it. 

solomon’s head cocked to the side when evelyn spoke, pulling what could only be described as a thoughtful expression onto his face. he pushed his lips slightly to one side, eyes lifting as if he were carefully considering her offer, doing the mental math of the ins and outs of it all. there was already a touch of heat rising in him, that low burn beginning in his stomach. it’d been a wee while for him, too - after a handful of hook ups almost immediately after the separation (not very classy, really) he’d been living a rather solitary lifestyle. not any sort of playtime to speak of. and as much as solomon could enjoy his own hand after a spliff and maybe a drink, he was more than ready for something else. especially if that something else was to involve the woman he currently had his hands on. phew. 

“‘spose i can’t say no to that, eh? be a bit of a fool if i did,” solomon said finally, as if he’d made some sort of difficult decision. “wouldn’t mind you startin’ with the face, truth be told.” 

He made her wait. That much was shocking enough. Belle Goodman had never had to wait for a man - if she did, then she could wield her paddle, her whip, her flogger, until he apologized and begged for her forgiveness. Evelyn Hawthorne? Apparently she had to wait.

Part of her still itched to make him pay. And perhaps she would even still.

“Thoughtful of you,” she drawled. A thumb trailed over Solomon’s thick bottom lip before pushing gently inside, feeling the slick warmth that greeted her. The pad of her thumb rubbed over his tongue, like she was considering gagging him with her own fingers, seeing how deep he could take her before he gave.  “Downright welcoming, honestly. Where were you when I needed a housewarming gift?”

She withdrew her thumb, but only so she could lean in and tug at his bottom lip with her teeth. Her tongue slid out to lave over it with a faint hum. “Show me what this mouth can do, sweetheart,” Evelyn murmured, her mouth brushing his with each spoken word. “Give me my guarantee that it’ll ruin me.”

[fuckyeahantoniathomas]

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

My favourite British actress is Emma Thompson and an obvious favourite American actress is Meryl Streep. I admire them because they are such chameleons, they have the kind of careers that you dream of. From one job to the next they are playing completely different roles. They also normally tell stories that are important, that have a real message to get across!

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

solomon was biting the inside of his cheek when a laugh was drawn from evelyn herself - ah, good. that gave him free rein. his own laughter shot from his mouth before she’d even spoken - surprisingly loud, as if amplified by the time he kept it trapped in the deep barrel of his chest. jesus christ almighty. it were a good laugh too, head thrown back, all teeth and squinty eyes. it was probably a silly thing to laugh so hard at, but it got solomon by the bloody throat. didn’t have much choice on the matter. 

“fuckin’ ell,” he sobered, marginally, rubbing a hand down his face as he focused his gaze on evelyn again. finally. his face was a bit flushed from the rush of laughter, pink touching the high points of his cheeks, eyes a bit shiny from the force of it all. “no, no. s’a good laugh, so don’t worry about it. was just worried for a second you might’a been serious,” he explained with a flap of one hand, rolling his shoulders a bit to settle into it all again. the laugh had been good - eased the tension somewhat, made things feel a little more relaxed and natural. 

“i’m always havin’ a laugh, me. can’t take this shit too seriously,” solomon said, as if he didn’t have a rather stern resting bitch face. he was quick to laugh, though, he thought - even if only internally. 

solomon’s gaze dipped, following the swipe of evelyn’s finger across the full curve of her upper breast and back to her waiting mouth. 

“m’not,” he assured, taking a step forward again, insinuating himself back into her space. “just thought it’d be a bit funny, eh?” his eyes flickered over her face a moment before dropping back to her breast. “i think you’ll be just fine like this - did miss a spot, though.” 

he was right, too - just a tiny chunk left lingering, but enough for him to notice. he was getting quite familiar with her cleavage - stood to reason he’d notice it. “i’ll get that for ya, shall i?” he continued, mouth curling at the corner as a hand lifted. he cupped his hand just barely against the side of her breast, thumb sweeping over the top to catch the stray bit of spread - it were easy, relaxed, as if he was sweeping a bit of lint from her shirt instead of thumbing at her breast. he drew his hand away then, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick away his own spoils, mouth curling more. 

“you gotta admit it’d be a bit funny if i went into anaphylactic shock right now, eh? it’d really set the mood.”

The sparks in her body came in waves. The first, when his warm gaze fell on her again after that absolutely fantastic laugh he had. The second, when he stepped forward, so close that she could nudge her leg forward slightly and press her knee into his thigh right near his crotch. The third, when his thumb dragged over her skin, joined with a faint inhale and goosebumps skittering over her body once more.

Evelyn chuckled, a far lower and throatier purr this time, as she stared at his lips - or what peeked out of them through his beard. “I’ve never had more exciting foreplay than needing to stab a man in the thigh with his allergy shot,” she drawled, reaching forward to take his shirt between her fingers and gather up a handful just before she pulled him yet closer still, enough to situate him against her, his face only an inch from her chest.

“Suppose it’s polite to ask first,” Evelyn murmured. She slid her tongue over her lips, studying him with far more scrutiny now that he was so close. “Full disclosure, it’s been quite a while. I don’t do this very often. But you caught my eye at the bonfire, and I haven’t felt that sort of immediate spark of chemistry in a bit just from someone admiring my figure, and...”

She flicked her eyes down to meet his gaze again. “Suppose what I’m asking is if you’d mind terribly if I used your handsome body and face to ruin myself on a number of surfaces through my home.”

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

solomon kissed his teeth against a smile, mouth twitching up at one corner. “glad to be of service, then. shall i pop out, give you some time alone with your sandwich?” he joked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of the front door. things were feeling all a bit silly now - not that solomon minded. it was good to have a laugh in any situation - even if this particular situation involved evelyn being incredibly distracting in her current state on undress. 

evelyn’s turned back gave solomon ample opportunity to let his eyes wander, obviously lingering on the more… ample parts of her figure. he always liked some meat on the bone. something to grab, to sink thick fingers into. his fingers flexed absently at his sides at the thought, finger tips running down the lines of his thumbs, across the heels of his hands then his palms. 

his line of thought was very much interrupted, though, by evelyn turning back to face him. it took him a moment to twig - eyes dripped down the line of her throat, and when they zeroed in on the smear of peanut butter, it took all of solomon’s power not to laugh. god. fuck. what? he pressed his mouth into a thin line, corners twitching, a stuttered breath of amusement working its way out of his nostrils. he sniffed the moment it escaped, as if that might be able to erase it - though it was very, very clear that he was trying not to laugh, despite his best efforts to relax his expression. 

it was all just a bit… ridiculous, to be honest. in that silly porny way that tickled solomon just so - the only issue with the whole thing that he ran into was that he wasn’t entirely sure evelyn was joking. it did seem like something she’d joke about, but he really didn’t know her all that well. this could very well (he doubted it, but still, possible) be some sort of seduction routine she’d worked on. maybe it’d worked before? 

“i, uh–” a pause as he cleared his throat. “what if i’m ah, allergic? won’t be–” another throat clearing, “won’t be much help there, will i?”

solomon’s mouth twitched more, eyes just about bloody twinkling with held in laughter. god. this really was killing him - part of him was trying to hold it back, still, worried about hurting her feelings. he was sure she was joking and he was sure she could take it, but still. there was that little worry that came with being with someone you weren’t yet fully familiar with - he still didn’t quite know her. 

“if ah, if you wanted me t’put my mouth on your tits, love, all you had t’do was ask.” 

Amusement lit Solomon’s face, just like she wanted - if he was secretly into food play, if he got all randy and excited just from the sight of the nut butter (she struggled not to laugh at the mere thought) on her tit, then he’d absolutely ruin her sheets. But there was courtesy there too, withholding his laugh even as he practically stammered through it to blurt out more banter.

It was...charming, in its own way. Especially when he managed to twist the moment into something sexy, somehow, in its own way.

Evelyn suddenly laughed, actually leaning forward a bit with the force of it, and shook her head, the curls stirring around her cheeks. “Fuck, all right, I-I just...” When she finally got her giggles under control again, she peeked up at him, eyes shining. She hadn’t laughed that hard in what must be years. “I’m sorry, the cheesy porn thing, it always gets me relaxed when it’s been a good long while. Just a bit silly, isn’t it?” She pushed her hair out of her eyes with one hand, reaching with the other to collect the peanut butter on one finger and bring it toward her mouth.

“Besides, never know with new people, if...they take things too seriously, or if they know how to laugh.” She sucked the peanut butter off her finger, still holding his gaze with one sparkling with amusement.

“Are you really allergic?” Evelyn chuckled again. “Should I go take a shower and scrub myself again before I tell you to lick me from head to toe?” she teased.

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

solomon cut his eyes at evelyn, though his mouth curled despite himself. “hey, c’mon. i might be common as muck, but i’m a little cultured,” he protested - that were true enough, in a way. he’d done a few tastings when he’d worked at a posh restaurant - tasted beer, too. and don’t even get him started on the number of coffee tastings he’d been to. “i’m a food industry wanker. half my bloody life is tastin’s.”

he hummed low in his throat. “wouldn’t say no to another, though. you’d be far better company than the rest,” solomon said with a shrug of his shoulders and a lopsided smile. the smile grew at the mention of her good taste, amusement curling it at the corners. 

“i believe it,” he said with a short nod. “i’m here, ain’t i?” 

his words probably could’ve been taken as cocky if it weren’t for the clear joke in his tone - could probably still be taken that way a bit, though. solomon didn’t think he was half bad - no brad pitt, but he got along well enough.

 a brow cocked when evelyn stretched forward, slim fingers wrapping around the whole reason (cough) he was there. ah. he was a little amused by her continuance of the little game they’d been playing - he respected that. dedication to a bit was always admirable. 

“no more than i already have,” he drawled, pushing off the counter to saunter towards her. 

his arms uncrossed as he crossed the room, reaching for the jar. his fingers closed over hers, paused a moment before he took the jar away. if his eyes flickered between her cleavage and face a few times, that wasn’t on him. the heels just put her tits directly in his eyeline. that was all.

the jar was easy enough to open - he huffed a laugh as he popped the top off with a broad palm, half screwing the lid back on before he shifted forward, setting it on the counter at evie’s hip. the movement brought them quite close together, the low huff he let out through his nose playing at evelyn’s shoulder before he was stepping back, half-out of her space. 

“you need me for anythin’ else?” 

It was a silly idea, Evelyn knew, but she went along with it anywhere, unfairly pleased when Solomon crossed in her direction and took the jar from her. He didn’t have to play along. He could come over, grab her by the hips, and kiss her hard on the mouth. But he did play, and he did open the jar, and he did lean in so close to set it down that she felt the heat of his body against her own.

“No, I believe that’ll be all I need.” She slipped out from the space, going to a nearby drawer to take out a knife. “Finally I can make a sandwich. Thank God. Feared I’d waste away.”

As Evelyn spoke, she kept her back to Solomon. She scooped a dollop of peanut butter out of the new jar, then, making sure he couldn’t see, made another move.

“Oh dear! Might need some help after all!” She set the knife down with a clatter, then turned to face him. Just a smear of peanut butter was on the curve of her breast, just above the lace of her sheer negligee, and she heaved an overdramatic sigh. “Appears I might’ve made a mess. Now what do I do?”

It was a line right out of some terrible porno, she was sure, and though her expression looked quite serious - playfully seductive, even - her eyes and the curve of her lips showed she was right at the edge of laughing.

Yes, she loved the cheesy porns out there. That didn’t mean she didn’t embrace how awful and hilarious they were.

[evelynhawthorne]

txleratkins‌:

Tyler smiled, turning to finish her coffee. If a customer gave her the out she was quick to take it. Tyler’s key to longevity in places like this was to not work if she didn’t have to. If someone gave her a minute to finish up her own morning, then she was happy to have it.

She smiled at Evelyn’s words. “If that’s not the truth,” she agreed, sipping at her latte and moving to relax one elbow on the bar to chat with Evelyn, “Men like that don’t really… know a whole lot.” Maybe it was a bit of a sweeping statement, but Tyler felt confident in knowing it was true.

She liked people like Evelyn for that reason: people who lived at about the same level of the world she did, who she could relate to, and talk shit with.

“I got pumpkin for you, pumpkin,” she said cooly, moving to turn on the espresso machine, bracelets dangling as she did so, “I cracked that nut. I told him he was going to either give me a headache telling the customers no, or lose business if he didn’t keep up with the seasonal flavors. Plus I like all that shit too.” She spoke the words as if they were secret.

“I got pumpkin for you, pumpkin.”

The line was delivered without the least bit of lightness or flirtation, but Evelyn was warmed by it all the same, coming in a little closer to the counter to watch her work. Tyler’s bracelets tinkled pleasantly, like wind chimes, only adding a lovely aesthetic effect to the entire package.

“I imagine that no one is even capable of telling you no,” Evelyn murmured. Her gaze flitted to the back, where she briefly wondered if the man of the hour was even there - Solomon, who she’d flirted with so irrepressibly at the bonfire - but, just as quickly, her eyes were back on Tyler.

For the moment, Evie decided, it was her company that she craved.

“If you didn’t already have your drink, I’d suggest you take a break, come sit with me while I enjoy mine.” Her lips quirked, brow lifting. “Perhaps I could convince you anyway?”

[evelynhawthorne]

greta-mitchell‌:

There were good days, bad days, and average days in Greta’s life.  Today had been average and relatively uneventful.  It wasn’t a bad thing.  Obviously things could have been much worse, but lucky they weren’t.  At least not for her.

She’d avoided a bad day, though it was still early.  She’d just dropped Quinn off at her mother’s so she could run some errands.  It would do her some good to be away from her daughter a bit.  But that thought barely crossed her mind before witnessing the woman tumble.  

Moving down the sidewalk, Greta approached in time to see the woman begin crying.  No doubt this was the last straw on a bad day or a bad week.  Greta understood what it felt like bottling emotions up until they couldn’t be contained any longer.

“Are you alright?” she asked carefully.

The sudden voice drawing her attention made Evelyn jump, and she shot the woman a look before she opened her mouth to snap and drive her away. But the words didn’t come. Pitiful and small, Evelyn had only a rough squeak in her before it morphed more into a sob, and she turned her back to the woman to press a fist to her mouth and squeeze her eyes shut.

Fuck. Fuck. Right in front of the whole goddamn world. Even now, Evelyn could feel the eyes on her, the whispers and gossip spreading. God forbid someone attach her to Gabe, bring some kind of awkwardness on the office or make people think he only hired crazy people.

Evelyn’s shoulders began to shake as she devolved into nothing but wet, wrenching, primal sobs, and when she turned her head again and saw the woman still there she barely managed a wretched “I-I’m sorry.”

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

“nah. consider it an educated guess,” solomon explained with a shrug of his shoulders, thumb rolling absently over one of the rings dotting his fingers. he tended to fidget a bit, old solomon - if it weren’t his beard getting stroked, it were rings getting fiddled with, twisted on thick fingers. 

“i just don’t think you’d feel slighted by anythin’ the likes o’ me might do.” 

solomon propped himself back against a counter top, arms folding over his chest as he watched evie make her way about. he was a bit surprised to see her pop the cork on the bottle so soon - seemed to be a day off for her, he supposed. couldn’t really blame her. 

“it’s five o’clock somewhere, eh?” he teased, mouth quirking at the corner, head tilting a bit to one side. he didn’t offer to help her with the bottle or anything like that - she seemed more than capable. he was more than happy to just stand and watch - if his eyes were drawn to the jostle of her breasts when she pulled the cork he wouldn’t mention it. surely she knew exactly what she was doing. 

“haven’t arrived yet,” solomon drawled in reply. “hope they haven’t gotten lost in the mail - be sorely disappointed if they have.” 

his eyes fell across evelyn when she sprawled back against the opposing counter - a lovely composition, honestly. with the afternoon sun filtering through the kitchen window her skin glowed warm, plush and supple. he thought it’d be very nice to put his mouth on - something he hoped she might let him do during his little visit. 

“think i’m a bit past tryin’ to impress anyone,” solomon claimed. “but i’ll give it a go. m’sure i can think up somethin’ good.” 

he nodded at the compliment she gave the wine - he knew it, too. “i’ve got great taste, me.”

His comment on the time made Evelyn’s thus far mostly stoic demeanor flicker away, replaced with a snort and a stifled laugh. “A lady may sample wine whenever she so chooses,” she drawled, glancing back at him. “I can see you’ve never been to a wine tasting. Pity. Suppose I’ll have to take you myself.”

As if she had the funds for something extravagant. As if she had the time. This was a rare day off, and part of the reason she’d been so inclined to commence this harmless flirtation in the first place was because she’d been half tempted to go into work for yet another weekend of unpaid overtime just to stay busy.

If she could get a distraction and a lovely afternoon instead...well. Who was she to complain? Gabe was probably happy not to be wondering if she was working too hard again.

“I’ve been told I have a good taste as well.” The lilting innuendo made her eyes gleam again as she set the now empty glass on the counter beside her. She stretched just a bit further still - and wrapped her manicured fingers around, yes, the fabled peanut butter jar.

Holding it in front of her chest, just an inch away from the curve of her breasts, she quirked her brow. “Well? Are you going to keep me waiting?”

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

solomon was more than happy to just let his eyes… wander over evie. bloody hell. it were all a bit much, to be honest. a little hard to believe that she’d so readily rolled out this sort of welcome wagon for him. sheer bloody lace, mate. he was lucky if robyn had busted that out on his bloody birthday. 

“hey, small business owner,” he reminded, gesturing to himself vaguely. “got a lot on my plate. i think i made decent time.” 

he was just being cheeky now, though his wolfish grin was marred somewhat by the fact that he couldn’t quite help his eyes from drifting over her again. his self-control was usually pretty good, but a look like this? hard to resist. even if it was a bit bloody christmassy. his eyes followed evelyn as she approached, pink tongue peeping from between equally pink lips to wet them absently. 

solomon wasn’t all too bothered about the height evie had on him in her heels - he’d grown out of being self-conscious about his height some time ago. didn’t really bother him, in all honesty. water of a duck’s back and what not - he’d done the hard yards with it in high school, of course. that’d given him a crash course in ‘learning not to give a fuck otherwise you’ll get kicked out for fighting’. an important lesson to learn, really. 

“you wouldn’t do that,” he replied, voice lower, quieter with her closer proximity. he let her slip the bottle away, the rough skin at his finger tips knicking for just a moment at the side of her hand. his eyes followed the line of her arm, trailing back to her face. 

“does it? good to know. wish it worked on more people,” he joked, tongue pitting his cheek a moment before he followed after evelyn. sheesh. what a bloody view. “not too terribly. i’ll live.” 

“You know so well what I would and wouldn’t do?” Evelyn countered without a moment’s hesitation, not so much as glancing over her shoulder. She didn’t need to. She could feel his gaze running over her body - but it felt less like he considered himself the owner of it, more like he considered it a gift he was happy to indulge himself in. Very different attitude.

Good. She liked it.

Deeper into the kitchen was a china cabinet, one that looked more flimsy than anything. She opened it to take down a single wine glass, but on the shelves beneath it were mismatched plates on display, each a different color, a slightly unique size. She closed the glass door, then returned to the counter, where she’d deposited the wine, and produced a corkscrew opener from the drawer beneath.

“Bit disappointed you didn’t wear the overalls, though,” she teased as she opened the bottle carefully, then splashed only a sample of the wine in the glass. Swirling it about, she turned to face Solomon again, leaning back into the counter to put herself on full display. “Would’ve thought you’d be eager to impress me. Maybe you’ve something else in mind?” Evelyn tasted the wine after, then lifted her eyebrows. “Mmm. Lovely.”

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

to say this was all a bit of a surprise would be an understatement. solomon had hardly expected this turn of events on a sunny afternoon. he’d been at work - of course he’d been at work. if solomon wasn’t at home he was probably at work - couldn’t drag him away. getting the texts and lovely little pictures evelyn sent him weren’t something he’d planned on doing at work - luckily for him it were a quiet day, so he was squirrelled away polishing tea spoons and reading emails. the teaspoons and emails had been very quickly forgotten, though, at the appearance of the messages from an unknown number. the tits in the photo had been instantly recognisable, though. lovely set of tits they were, too. fucking hell.

when the address had been sent solomon had been up, tucking his phone away and pottering around for a few more minutes before excusing himself - the two staff he had on didn’t give a fuck that he was leaving early. they tended to try and get rid of him more often than not, especially because he hung around too much. they’d waved him off and he’d sauntered out to his car, starting up and heading off. 

the drive were short enough - solomon stopped on the way, picking up a bottle of something nice for evelyn. not that he thought he should get some drinks down her before whatever it was that might happen happened. it were a bit early for that, really. his mother had just beat that sort of thing into him at an early age - bring something when you visit someone. a bottle of wine seemed appropriate - she drunk beer so he was sure she drunk wine. solomon had enough wine knowledge to buy a decent bottle, too - working in the bar industry for so many years had it’s perks. a chef ex-husband was useful, too, at least when wine was concerned. 

solomon parked his car on the curb, sitting a moment to take a few more puffs on his vape before he hauled ass. he swung the door open and climbed out, grabbing the wine off of the passenger’s seat before slamming the door and locking things up. he hadn’t bothered to change - his work clothes were tidy enough. he hadn’t done much of anything that day - just a lot of emails and payroll things. he was dressed fairly casual - white tee, close-fitted blue jeans. very dead looking black converse. not quite scruffy with how well kept his beard was, but close. borderline. 

the trip up to the door was short - solomon saw what evie said about it being a ‘fixer-upper’ - and he rapped his knuckles on the door, wine tucked under his arm. when she called out to him he pushed the door open - it swung open easy enough, and he stepped through. he halted on the thresh hold when he clapped eyes on evelyn - fuck. she hadn’t been kidding, then. 

“bloody hell. look at you,” he murmured, mouth curling up at one corner. he stared a moment, expression a mix of amusement and hunger, though he caught himself fairly quickly, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. 

“hello,” he greeted finally, turning back from the door to look at evie again. “brought you a housewarmin’ gift.”

In the half moment before the door opened, Evelyn experienced a rare moment of self doubt. It had been years since she’d played at this. Years since she’d let herself be touched, much less kissed, much less worshiped like she knew she deserved. Perhaps she’d lost her touch. Perhaps fantastic lighting and clever camera angles were all that made the body of a woman halfway to forty and still bearing so many products of childbirth that would never go away attractive.

Then she turned her head fully, lifting her heel slightly - an old favorite posture, one she’d flashed around Solomon a bit too much thus far, she thought - and the words he breathed, the primal light in his gaze, was everything she needed to set her mind at ease.

“You took your time,” Evelyn drawled. She turned to face him fully, sashaying toward him, heels clicking firmly on the hardwood floor. “I was about to change my mind. Leave you standing on my doorstep with a hangdog expression.” She slid the bottle from his hand, purposely letting their hands graze, and did her best to ignore the goosebumps that lit straight up her bare arms, likely visible to Solomon as well. Fuck, it had been far too long, then.

“Fortunately, this buys your forgiveness.” A glance back down - she had a good few inches on him with these shoes - showed a serious expression, but an unmistakably amused, pleased gleam in her hazel gaze. “Follow me.” Evelyn turned and led the way down the hall, past the staircase that had seen better days, straight into a kitchen with aged wallpaper and brand new appliances, at odds with each other. “I assume I haven’t inconvenienced you terribly.”

[evelynhawthorne]

@solomonemsworth 3:15pm, A Home in Hartlington

You’re out of your mind. Out of your fucking mind.

The thoughts played over and over in Evelyn’s mind as she checked her makeup, smoothed away a stray hair from her forehead. She wasn’t a fool. She understood the risks she was taking right now. A single woman, living on her own, inviting a perfect stranger into her home for a booty call? Absolutely ridiculous.

He’ll slice your throat and leave you here and take your valuables.

It inspired her to pull out her phone, to send a quick text to an old friend back home - the standard if you haven’t heard from me in half an hour, check in, I’m meeting someone new, here’s my outfit and my new address, no, don’t judge me. Another glimpse at herself in the hall mirror from the waist up, scandalously dressed in the red and green negligee and matching panties, plus the pair of her favored stilettos that got her into character, and then there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” Evelyn commended almost blandly, as if this happened every day, while lightly playing with her loosely braided hair and glancing toward the door from the corner of her eye.

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

[txt: evelyn] i like more than beer and smoking you cheeky tart [txt: evelyn] i’m also partial to gin and the occasional vape [txt: evelyn] you’re very lovely. it’s a bit unfair, really. you mastermind these little shoots yourself or do you have a photographer? [txt: evelyn] i have an afternoon appointment i’m happy to cancel if you do need a hand. anything for a damsel in distress

[txt: Solomon] I have my ways of taking these pictures [txt: Solomon] No photographer, I fear. Only little old me here [txt: Solomon] Otherwise I wouldn’t need such assistance [txt: Solomon] But you’re too kind to offer

[an address arrives]

[txt: Solomon] Don’t keep me waiting for too long, yes? I’ve quite an appetite that needs to be filled

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

[txt: evelyn] good to hear. not really good at waxing lyrical like that  [txt: evelyn] ho ho fucken ho. jesus. merry christmas to me [txt: evelyn] not much for christmas usually but this is…. a game changer i’d imagine [txt: evelyn] surely you don’t need mistletoe love

[txt: Solomon] That’s too true. One only needs mistletoe when one wishes to be kissed [txt: Solomon] Can’t imagine you’d find time for that with how terribly busy you are [txt: Solomon] Small business owner. Beer and cigarette enthusiast. Cheeky banter with whatever lovely lady crosses your eye. Surely you’ve no time at all [one more photo arrives, set carefully, showing a jar of peanut butter sitting atop a counter. Behind it, the swell of cleavage in the same negligee, pushed together by two arms, one cradling an elbow, the other shaping a contemplative hand pressed against a chin. The top of the photo cuts off at a pair of full lips pursed in thought]

[txt: Solomon] Pity you’re likely so busy. Could use a pair of hands to help me open this damn thing

[evelynhawthorne]

solomonemsworth‌:

[txt: evelyn] oh no, of course not. don’t bother me at all - just others i think.  [txt: evelyn] i’m sure it’ll be more than sufficient. has been thus far  [txt: evelyn] you think im that sort of corny bastard? phew [txt: evelyn] probably green in all honesty. am partial to a bit of red, though. 

[txt: Solomon] No, I’ve no use for corniness, so you’re quite safe, no worries [txt: Solomon] You’re going to make me choose something a bit less seasonal, oh dear

[after a few minutes of pause, another photo comes through, this one of Evelyn from the neck down to her hips clothed in a red-and-green negligee, nearly transparent through the thin lace. Her body is angled so as to provide only a teasing glimpse at what her figure has to offer, so one has to squint a bit more to see what lay beneath the sheerness]

[txt: Solomon] Are you terribly disappointed that I don’t have a bit of mistletoe? [txt: Solomon] Perhaps I should discard it entirely given the time of year