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ā®Ā āĀ āĀ amaraĀ wasĀ beyondĀ overĀ it.Ā everyĀ timeĀ sheĀ triedĀ toĀ haveĀ aĀ goodĀ timeĀ withĀ devins,Ā itĀ wasĀ alwaysĀ something!Ā sheĀ couldn'tĀ keepĀ beingĀ walkedĀ allĀ overĀ theĀ wayĀ sheĀ was.Ā sheĀ couldn'tĀ standĀ theĀ bullshitĀ anymore.Ā amaraĀ didn'tĀ respondĀ toĀ anythingĀ sheĀ heardĀ comeĀ outĀ ofĀ devinsĀ mouthĀ forĀ theĀ soleĀ reasonĀ thatĀ sheĀ wasn'tĀ goingĀ toĀ beĀ theĀ stereotypicalĀ blackĀ coupleĀ inĀ public.Ā theĀ lastĀ thingĀ she'dĀ doĀ isĀ cussĀ hisĀ assĀ outĀ inĀ aĀ damnĀ restaurantā¦Ā noĀ matterĀ howĀ badlyĀ sheĀ wantedĀ to.Ā amaraĀ tookĀ aĀ veryĀ deepĀ breath,Ā turningĀ herĀ headĀ toĀ faceĀ him.Ā āāĀ youĀ areĀ sayingĀ sorryĀ becauseĀ i'mĀ pissedĀ offĀ now.Ā youĀ wereĀ supposedĀ toĀ beĀ sorryĀ theĀ firstĀ fuckingĀ timeĀ iĀ saidĀ something,Ā devins.Ā i'mĀ soĀ fuckingĀ sickĀ ofĀ thisĀ shit!Ā āāĀ sheĀ whisper-yelled,Ā tryingĀ toĀ keepĀ herĀ shitĀ together.
āĀ apparentlyĀ fuckingĀ notĀ !Ā āĀ heĀ mutters,Ā fightingĀ theĀ frustrationĀ clawingĀ backĀ up.Ā āĀ iĀ can'tĀ winĀ withĀ you,Ā canĀ iĀ ?Ā āĀ Ā it'sĀ notĀ lostĀ onĀ himĀ thatĀ thisĀ isĀ aĀ tamerĀ versionĀ ofĀ whatĀ theyĀ would'veĀ beenĀ likeĀ ifĀ theyĀ wereĀ havingĀ thisĀ argumentĀ backĀ home,Ā whereĀ thereĀ wouldn'tĀ beĀ concerningĀ eyesĀ followingĀ them.Ā heĀ takesĀ anotherĀ deepĀ breath,Ā tearingĀ hisĀ gazeĀ awayĀ asĀ heĀ recollectsĀ himself.Ā āĀ i'mĀ sayingĀ sorryĀ now,Ā canĀ youĀ atĀ leastĀ tryĀ andĀ acknowledgeĀ thatĀ i'mĀ puttingĀ inĀ effortĀ ?Ā āĀ heĀ wantsĀ toĀ salvageĀ theĀ nightĀ butĀ heĀ hasĀ noĀ ideaĀ whereĀ toĀ start.Ā everyĀ attemptĀ feelsĀ clumsyĀ andĀ maybeĀ beingĀ passiveĀ aggressiveĀ isn'tĀ theĀ wayĀ toĀ goĀ aboutĀ it.Ā yet,Ā heĀ can'tĀ helpĀ himself.Ā inĀ hisĀ ownĀ selfishĀ andĀ twistedĀ head,Ā seeingĀ amaraĀ riledĀ upĀ overĀ himĀ meansĀ sheĀ stillĀ caresĀ enoughĀ toĀ feelĀ something.Ā āĀ whatĀ doĀ youĀ wantĀ meĀ toĀ doĀ ?Ā i'mĀ here.Ā i'mĀ stillĀ fuckingĀ trying.Ā ā
kaiaĀ swearsĀ she'sĀ seenĀ aĀ ghost,Ā whichĀ wouldĀ beĀ funnyĀ becauseĀ sheĀ doesn'tĀ believeĀ inĀ then.Ā itĀ isn'tĀ tooĀ farĀ fetched,Ā becauseĀ thoughĀ she'sĀ neverĀ visitedĀ aiden'sĀ grave,Ā he'sĀ beenĀ deadĀ toĀ herĀ forĀ aĀ longĀ time.Ā whatĀ heĀ hadĀ doneĀ leftĀ herĀ inĀ completeĀ heartbreak,Ā notĀ toĀ mentionĀ theĀ embarrassmentĀ āĀ everyoneĀ knewĀ sheĀ wasĀ theĀ ghoster,Ā notĀ theĀ otherĀ wayĀ around.Ā itĀ wasĀ theĀ sickestĀ formĀ ofĀ karmaĀ whenĀ herĀ ownĀ tricksĀ wereĀ playedĀ onĀ her.Ā sheĀ thinksĀ she'sĀ seenĀ aĀ ghost,Ā exceptĀ aĀ fewĀ minutesĀ laterĀ heĀ appearsĀ inĀ frontĀ ofĀ her,Ā andĀ heĀ talksĀ āĀ somethingĀ ghostsĀ wouldĀ neverĀ do.Ā sheĀ staresĀ atĀ herĀ friend,Ā thenĀ atĀ him,Ā thenĀ atĀ herĀ friend,Ā thenĀ atĀ theĀ handĀ stickingĀ out.Ā backĀ toĀ him.Ā herĀ ownĀ refusesĀ toĀ liftĀ up,Ā furrowingĀ herĀ browsĀ andĀ crossingĀ herĀ armsĀ instead.Ā "that'sĀ okayĀ āĀ germsĀ andĀ all.Ā youĀ neverĀ knowĀ whatĀ secretsĀ someĀ peopleĀ areĀ hiding."Ā theĀ friendĀ awkwardlyĀ laughs,Ā introducesĀ kaiaĀ onĀ herĀ behalf,Ā yetĀ herĀ eyesĀ neverĀ falterĀ fromĀ aiden,Ā coldĀ andĀ calculatingĀ andĀ practicallyĀ burningĀ aĀ holeĀ inĀ him.Ā "aiden.Ā comeĀ getĀ aĀ drinkĀ withĀ me?" Ā
heĀ letsĀ hisĀ handĀ hoverĀ inĀ theĀ airĀ forĀ longerĀ thanĀ whatĀ feelsĀ necessary,Ā enoughĀ toĀ feedĀ intoĀ theĀ awkwardnessĀ āĀ enoughĀ toĀ showĀ heĀ isn'tĀ rattledĀ byĀ herĀ coldĀ stare. āĀ rightā¦Ā smart.Ā āĀ heĀ playsĀ itĀ offĀ withĀ aĀ softĀ laugh,Ā handĀ finallyĀ droppingĀ toĀ hisĀ sideĀ atĀ herĀ refusal.Ā āĀ canĀ neverĀ beĀ tooĀ carefulĀ theseĀ days.Ā āĀ hisĀ gazeĀ remainsĀ fixatedĀ onĀ her,Ā despiteĀ feelingĀ theĀ panicĀ radiatingĀ offĀ theirĀ friendĀ whoĀ canĀ definitelyĀ seeĀ theĀ tensionĀ betweenĀ them.Ā ifĀ looksĀ couldĀ kill,Ā aidenĀ wouldĀ beĀ aĀ rottingĀ corpseĀ byĀ now.Ā hisĀ maskĀ slipsĀ forĀ aĀ splitĀ secondĀ whenĀ theĀ friendĀ introducesĀ kaia,Ā rememberingĀ howĀ herĀ nameĀ onceĀ usedĀ toĀ beĀ hisĀ entireĀ world.Ā herĀ invitationĀ surprisesĀ himĀ andĀ instantly,Ā heĀ pushesĀ theĀ vulnerabilityĀ down.Ā Ā āĀ iĀ wouldĀ loveĀ to,Ā kaia.Ā āĀ hisĀ smirkĀ returnsĀ asĀ heĀ gesturesĀ towardĀ theĀ bar.Ā āĀ leadĀ theĀ way.Ā ā
she meets his eyes, and falls through time. she is back in their brownstone, staring at the space where his things had been-- she blinks herself back to reality, and ignores the wave of nausea in her gut. she stares at his hand, offered-- as if he were a stranger, as if he could ever be. she smirks, insulted by the gesture, by his continued existence really-- and dumps the contents of her glass over his head. champagne, ice cold-- a decent vintage. "nice to meet you aiden." she places the glass his hand for good measure. the party's buzz is muted, everyone is observing-- but she's still furious, still heartbroken and she can't bring herself to care. before pressing two kisses to their hosts cheeks. "sorry to cause a scene love, but whats a party without a little drama." she plays it off, laughs to punctuate the sentence, and excuses herself to the empty balcony.
the ice cold champagne hits before aiden can register what's happening. her smile had been so sweet, so seemingly unbothered, that this did not even cross his mind. some part of him had hoped she wouldn't still be as angry as he remembers her being ā but then again, he knows he deserves every bit of it for what he'd done. his lips part in shock as the liquid drips down his hair, soaking into the fabric of his shirt. around them, the room falls into a quiet hum and aiden knows everyone's eyes have turned to watch them. he doesn't notice the glass shoved into his hand, doesn't care to listen to the whispers around them and only watches her as she stalks off toward the balcony. the corners of his lips tug upward despite himself. he turns to the host and hands them the empty flute with a casual shrug. ā must've looked like her ex⦠ā it's enough to break the tension, the room resuming as though nothing happened. anyone else would've let her be. clearly, she has no desire to even share the same air as him and yet, aiden finds himself walking over to the balcony anyway. ā i mean, i wasn't expecting a warm welcome but that was a waste of really good champagne. ā he steps beside her, gaze settling on her face. ā if you push me off the balcony, just know there are witnesses out there. ā
i do love the idea of friends with benefits that leads to them having an āassignmentā where they have to start sleeping with other people when they realize theyāve only been sleeping with each other and that backfires when muse a canāt go through with it, but muse b already had. bonus points if itās someone muse a dislikes.
ćĀ Ā whatĀ Ā .Ā Ā .Ā Ā ćsadĀ Ā gaspĀ Ā leavesĀ Ā herĀ Ā lipsĀ Ā asĀ Ā hommeĀ Ā interruptsĀ Ā her,Ā Ā althoughĀ Ā hisĀ Ā wordsĀ Ā wereĀ Ā softĀ Ā andĀ Ā hardlyĀ Ā rude,Ā Ā aylaĀ Ā wasĀ Ā stillĀ Ā takenĀ Ā abackĀ Ā āāāĀ Ā becauseĀ Ā jessĀ Ā hadĀ Ā neverĀ Ā shutĀ Ā herĀ Ā downĀ Ā before,Ā Ā alwaysĀ Ā welcomedĀ Ā theĀ Ā rantsĀ Ā regardingĀ Ā herĀ Ā boyfriendĀ Ā withĀ Ā openĀ Ā arms.Ā Ā evenĀ Ā ifĀ Ā itĀ Ā wereĀ Ā naiveĀ Ā ofĀ Ā her.Ā Ā ćĀ Ā whatĀ Ā areĀ Ā youĀ Ā talkingĀ Ā about?Ā Ā normallyĀ Ā you'reĀ Ā laughingĀ Ā tooĀ Ā andĀ Ā slatingĀ Ā andreĀ Ā wheneverĀ Ā iĀ Ā comeĀ Ā over.Ā Ā ć
āĀ Ā well,Ā Ā iĀ Ā don'tĀ Ā know,Ā Ā aylaā¦Ā Ā āĀ Ā heĀ Ā letsĀ Ā outĀ Ā aĀ Ā defeatedĀ Ā sigh,Ā Ā attemptingĀ Ā toĀ Ā reignĀ Ā inĀ Ā allĀ Ā theĀ Ā emotionsĀ Ā surgingĀ Ā throughĀ Ā himĀ Ā allĀ Ā atĀ Ā onceĀ Ā āĀ Ā tryingĀ Ā notĀ Ā toĀ Ā letĀ Ā itĀ Ā spillĀ Ā outĀ Ā whereĀ Ā sheĀ Ā canĀ Ā seeĀ Ā itĀ Ā clearly.Ā Ā āĀ Ā maybeĀ Ā it'sĀ Ā timeĀ Ā youĀ Ā talkĀ Ā toĀ Ā andreĀ Ā aboutĀ Ā it.Ā Ā dealĀ Ā withĀ Ā him,Ā Ā fixĀ Ā yourĀ Ā shit.Ā Ā don'tĀ Ā bringĀ Ā himĀ Ā upĀ Ā toĀ Ā meĀ Ā expectingĀ Ā meĀ Ā toĀ Ā fixĀ Ā itĀ Ā forĀ Ā youĀ Ā orĀ Ā makeĀ Ā youĀ Ā feelĀ Ā betterĀ Ā aboutĀ Ā it.Ā Ā āĀ Ā ifĀ Ā onlyĀ Ā sheĀ Ā knewĀ Ā howĀ Ā badlyĀ Ā fixingĀ Ā itĀ Ā withĀ Ā andreĀ Ā isĀ Ā actuallyĀ Ā theĀ Ā lastĀ Ā thingĀ Ā heĀ Ā wantsĀ Ā āĀ Ā whichĀ Ā isĀ Ā theĀ Ā problem.
heĀ Ā couldn'tĀ Ā exactlyĀ Ā beĀ Ā madĀ Ā atĀ Ā fem,Ā Ā afterĀ Ā allĀ Ā heĀ Ā wasĀ Ā theĀ Ā oneĀ Ā toĀ Ā joinĀ Ā hisĀ Ā fatherĀ Ā onĀ Ā aĀ Ā fiveĀ Ā monthĀ Ā workĀ Ā tripĀ Ā inĀ Ā europe.Ā Ā andĀ Ā notĀ Ā onlyĀ Ā didĀ Ā heĀ Ā leaveĀ Ā forĀ Ā soĀ Ā long,Ā Ā theoĀ Ā alsoĀ Ā leftĀ Ā beforeĀ Ā admittingĀ Ā toĀ Ā maddieĀ Ā howĀ Ā heĀ Ā trulyĀ Ā felt,Ā Ā itĀ Ā wasĀ Ā onlyĀ Ā commonĀ Ā senseĀ Ā thatĀ Ā sheĀ Ā continueĀ Ā onĀ Ā withĀ Ā herĀ Ā ownĀ Ā life.Ā Ā ćĀ Ā you,Ā Ā youĀ Ā did?Ā Ā congrats,Ā Ā iĀ Ā guess.Ā Ā ćheĀ Ā mumbles,Ā Ā attemptingĀ Ā toĀ Ā hideĀ Ā theĀ Ā disappointmentĀ Ā inĀ Ā hisĀ Ā timbreĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā stepsĀ Ā backĀ Ā fromĀ Ā theĀ Ā girl.Ā Ā ćĀ Ā i'mĀ Ā sorry,Ā Ā iĀ Ā shouldn'tĀ Ā haveĀ Ā assumedĀ Ā thatĀ Ā weĀ Ā wereĀ Ā stillĀ Ā .Ā Ā .Ā Ā y'know.Ā Ā iĀ Ā hopeĀ Ā they'reĀ Ā goodĀ Ā toĀ Ā you.Ā Ā ć
eyebrowsĀ Ā knitĀ Ā togetherĀ Ā inĀ Ā confusionĀ Ā theĀ Ā secondĀ Ā sheĀ Ā hearsĀ Ā disappointmentĀ Ā inĀ Ā hisĀ Ā voice,Ā Ā likeĀ Ā she'dĀ Ā beenĀ Ā bracingĀ Ā herselfĀ Ā forĀ Ā somethingĀ Ā elseĀ Ā entirely.Ā Ā somethingĀ Ā thatĀ Ā would'veĀ Ā reaffirmedĀ Ā everyĀ Ā excuseĀ Ā sheĀ Ā spentĀ Ā theĀ Ā pastĀ Ā fiveĀ Ā monthsĀ Ā holdingĀ Ā onto.Ā Ā thatĀ Ā meetingĀ Ā someoneĀ Ā newĀ Ā wasĀ Ā goodĀ Ā āĀ Ā thatĀ Ā whateverĀ Ā existedĀ Ā betweenĀ Ā themĀ Ā hadĀ Ā neverĀ Ā beenĀ Ā realĀ Ā enoughĀ Ā anyway.Ā Ā āĀ Ā yeah,Ā Ā uh,Ā Ā thanks.Ā Ā āĀ Ā sheĀ Ā mumblesĀ Ā back,Ā Ā achingĀ Ā toĀ Ā closeĀ Ā theĀ Ā distanceĀ Ā betweenĀ Ā themĀ Ā justĀ Ā asĀ Ā soonĀ Ā asĀ Ā heĀ Ā stepsĀ Ā back.Ā Ā āĀ Ā no,Ā Ā it'sĀ Ā fine.Ā Ā honestĀ Ā mistake.Ā Ā āĀ Ā sheĀ Ā nods,Ā Ā uneaseĀ Ā clawingĀ Ā atĀ Ā herĀ Ā skin.Ā Ā āĀ Ā yeah,Ā Ā he'sĀ Ā greatā¦Ā Ā amazing.Ā Ā iĀ Ā don'tĀ Ā haveĀ Ā toĀ Ā worryĀ Ā aboutĀ Ā himĀ Ā disappearingĀ Ā onĀ Ā meĀ Ā forĀ Ā months.Ā Ā ā
"not like you would beat them up even if i did." sounded wrong... like she was annoyed he wouldn't care enough so elena quickly rebounded even if it's what she had on her mind, "be capable of it, i mean. these are only good for being pillows." small hand grabbed his bicep, giving a wiggle, trying to. "and anyway?" pulls away abruptly-- like he stung her, because touching him sent too many sparks flying in her chest. "just like you'd accidentally go for a stalker yourself, i'm sure." sassing back. hand presses to wall, red fingernails tapping against it, eyes concentrating on her ruby fingertips in attempt to mask her irritation that's trying to burn at her with the thought of any new people entering his life. "is that supposed to be a dirty joke, jude?" the brunette taunts now, cracking a smile and laughing a little to herself before hand lifts to cover her mouth, forcing her expressions to go still. least it washes away that previous anger. "of course it makes sense, have you been in the bed with you? your arms and legs are all over the place being all smothery." and somehow... she even misses that. "arguing to win and clearly i'm leading the race, hm?" innocent smile didn't tell the real tale: arguing to steal his attention.
she has no idea. his minds wanders back to nights when he'd had to shut the door to his room, nearly forcing himself to lock it, just so he wouldn't storm over to her room and put his fist through some asshole's face. nights spent staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched so hard that he would feel remnants of the ache the following day. stalker or not, the urge crawled up his spine where elena was involved. he couldn't remember being this jealous when they were together and now, sometimes the only thing stopping him from acting on his impulses is knowing he no longer has the right to feel this way. ā let's get one thing straight, anyone who walks out of this apartment unharmed only does so because i allow it. because i respect boundaries. otherwise ? they would be on the floor begging for air before they've even made it inside. ā he almost chuckles at her attempt to wiggle his bicep but the grin on his face fades as soon as she steps back like he burned her. he clears his throat, tearing his eyes away until they rest on her red nails tapping on the wall. always distracting. ā you'd scare them off before i even had a chance, i'm sure. ā he shakes his head, taking a step closer because how unbelievable. ā i don't know, elena, why are we bringing up my bed habits ? ā it's his turn to taunt her, an eyebrow raised in question as his eyes find her's again. ā yeah, my bad for taking you wrapping yourself around me like a seatbelt for something other than smothery. ā he shoves the memory away, like he hasn't thought about it every night since. ā now, are you still winning ? ā
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" say it. say you never loved me so i can finally stop hoping. "
āĀ no.Ā āĀ sheĀ repliesĀ flatly,Ā jawĀ tighteningĀ becauseĀ sheĀ knowsĀ whereĀ he'sĀ takingĀ thisĀ andĀ sheĀ hatesĀ it.Ā āĀ we'reĀ notĀ doingĀ this.Ā youĀ don'tĀ getĀ toĀ askĀ meĀ forĀ aĀ neatĀ littleĀ lieĀ toĀ makeĀ thisĀ easierĀ forĀ you.Ā ā @pinkliqht
IT WILL BE FUN, they said, but arlo's stone cold sober in a room of sweaty, burly men and he's never been closer to jumping off of a roof. he would be itching to go home if there was anything to go home to and not only the expansive, blank white walls mocking him every time he enters. the broker had insisted that nothing guaranteed success like a penthouse apartment, but now that he has it all he feels is lonely. leave it to arlo to isolate himself then find enormous pockets of time to wallow in it. he wonders if that feeling ever goes away: the inherent discomfort lodged in his chest. never belonging anywhere. he's already spiraling by the time he bumps into another figure, hand automatically reaching out to steady the other ā though said hand is retracted immediately upon recognizing the man. not because he wouldn't want to touch him, but because he's not sure he's even allowed to anymore. Ā« ah, they double - booked us, Ā» arlo attempts humorlessly, clearing his throat awkwardly as his gaze sets on a point past jess. he is much too sober to have this conversation ā any conversation ā with him right now. it only hurts. Ā« i fear i've done a really miserable job though. i think nick might've left. Ā»
āĀ ofĀ courseā¦Ā nickĀ andĀ hisĀ perfectĀ timing.Ā āĀ jessĀ scoffsĀ andĀ heĀ doesn'tĀ meanĀ forĀ itĀ toĀ comeĀ outĀ asĀ bitterĀ asĀ itĀ doesĀ butĀ he'sĀ stillĀ learningĀ howĀ toĀ grappleĀ withĀ theĀ acheĀ ofĀ theĀ lifeĀ he'sĀ neverĀ goingĀ toĀ have.Ā heĀ watchesĀ arloĀ retreatĀ andĀ itĀ stingsĀ forĀ reasonsĀ heĀ doesn'tĀ wantĀ toĀ stopĀ andĀ name.Ā notĀ whenĀ itĀ bringsĀ onĀ aĀ suffocatingĀ feelingĀ ofĀ shame.Ā butĀ then,Ā heĀ deservesĀ it,Ā though,Ā doesn'tĀ heĀ ?Ā heĀ hadĀ builtĀ thisĀ wallĀ betweenĀ them,Ā brickĀ byĀ brick,Ā andĀ madeĀ itĀ soĀ thatĀ arlo'sĀ instinctĀ isĀ toĀ braceĀ forĀ impactĀ wheneverĀ he'sĀ around.Ā heĀ canĀ admitĀ thatĀ heĀ doesĀ deserveĀ itĀ inĀ theĀ uglyĀ cornersĀ ofĀ hisĀ mind,Ā butĀ itĀ doesn'tĀ makeĀ itĀ hurtĀ anyĀ less.Ā now,Ā standingĀ here,Ā he'sĀ tooĀ awareĀ ofĀ hisĀ bodyĀ āĀ large,Ā clumsy,Ā entirelyĀ useless.Ā heĀ wishesĀ forĀ aĀ script,Ā someĀ kindĀ ofĀ manualĀ toĀ navigateĀ hisĀ conversationsĀ withĀ arloĀ andĀ it'sĀ maddeningĀ howĀ itĀ usedĀ toĀ comeĀ toĀ himĀ soĀ instinctively.Ā āĀ yeah,Ā whyĀ wouldĀ heĀ tellĀ meĀ whenĀ heĀ justĀ beggedĀ meĀ toĀ comeĀ pickĀ hisĀ sorryĀ assĀ upĀ ?Ā āĀ heĀ mutters,Ā mostlyĀ toĀ himself.Ā āĀ areĀ you,Ā uh,Ā staying ?Ā ā
after their initial meeting ruby had thought she'd figured out the type of person leo was, it was only when their encounters became frequent that something entirely unfamiliar to her had happened ā she'd gotten it wrong. every time she untangled herself from his body she was left with more questions than answers, him plaguing her mind like a test she had to study for. it's a relief now to have finally pinpointed the person he was, someone who wanted her. it was almost as strange as being wrong, becoming desired. " oh don't get too smug ", femme chides with a laugh, warmth creeping across her skin. " i thought it was just a stupid crush though, i mean ... i doubt i'm the type of girl you normally go for? " and oddly enough ruby wasn't offended by it, so what if she kept her nose buried inside a book instead of inside a tiny baggie of coke? it seemingly hadn't mattered to him. his admission makes her smile, giddy like a child at knowing that her attraction to him had been reciprocated even back then. " i get it, it's kind of scary to just ... admit it, you know? i've never really been someone's anything honestly. " and she had never felt the urge to be, not until now. fingers trace idle designs across his chest, rolling her eyes at his words, " really? so that vein on the side of your neck doesn't bulge out when you're pissed but instead when you're horny? " it had been so much easier to mask her attraction behind hatred, to pick apart their differences and create reasons for this not to work. " shut up! i'm not that invested in my grades ... okay maybe i am, was. but i think it's time i start doing things that make me happy and a paper on the history of classical music does not do that. " god, how did he know the right things to say that made her heart swell? " leo ", femme groans against his mouth, foot skimming down the side of his leg, " if you keep being so nice i'm going to have to suck you off right now, what the fuck happened to the guy who barely said two words to me when we first met? " his offer touched parts of her ruby didn't even know existed, the casual care for her wellbeing and limited dismissal of her assignments. she really wasn't lying when she said she might just have to suck the damn soul out of his body in gratitude.
āĀ no,Ā you'reĀ not.Ā āĀ heĀ murmurs,Ā hisĀ smugnessĀ meltingĀ awayĀ atĀ theĀ admission.Ā āĀ notĀ atĀ all,Ā youĀ wereĀ aā¦Ā surprise,Ā actually.Ā āĀ heĀ smilesĀ atĀ theĀ memoryĀ ofĀ seeingĀ herĀ theĀ firstĀ time,Ā feelingĀ thisĀ inexplicableĀ pullĀ towardĀ herĀ thatĀ heĀ hadĀ noĀ ideaĀ whatĀ toĀ doĀ with.Ā āĀ iĀ couldn'tĀ stopĀ thinkingĀ aboutĀ havingĀ youĀ andĀ atĀ first,Ā iĀ thoughtĀ thatĀ maybeĀ iĀ justĀ neededĀ toĀ getĀ youĀ outĀ ofĀ myĀ system.Ā āĀ likeĀ thisĀ pullĀ heĀ feltĀ wasĀ becauseĀ heĀ couldn'tĀ haveĀ her.Ā becauseĀ she'dĀ putĀ upĀ aĀ distanceĀ betweenĀ them,Ā lookedĀ atĀ himĀ likeĀ sheĀ hadĀ himĀ figuredĀ outĀ andĀ didn'tĀ likeĀ it.Ā sheĀ wasĀ farĀ fromĀ hisĀ usualĀ type,Ā onlyĀ becauseĀ heĀ wasĀ certainĀ ifĀ anyoneĀ wasĀ goingĀ toĀ cutĀ throughĀ theĀ noiseĀ andĀ makeĀ himĀ feelĀ something,Ā itĀ wasĀ goingĀ toĀ beĀ rher.Ā āĀ butĀ honestlyĀ ?Ā itĀ justĀ madeĀ itĀ worse.Ā āĀ heĀ catchesĀ herĀ wrist,Ā notĀ toĀ stopĀ herĀ butĀ onlyĀ toĀ pressĀ aĀ softĀ kissĀ againstĀ theĀ pulseĀ pointĀ thereĀ beforeĀ lettingĀ herĀ handĀ settleĀ backĀ overĀ hisĀ heart.Ā āĀ it'sĀ scaryĀ butĀ itĀ feelsĀ soĀ fuckingĀ right.Ā āĀ leoĀ hadĀ spentĀ mostĀ ofĀ hisĀ lifeĀ existingĀ inĀ theĀ marginsĀ āĀ inĀ theĀ spacesĀ betweenĀ people.Ā closeĀ enoughĀ toĀ beĀ wanted,Ā neverĀ closeĀ enoughĀ toĀ beĀ known.Ā he'dĀ madeĀ peaceĀ withĀ belongingĀ nowhereĀ andĀ toĀ noĀ one.Ā itĀ wasĀ easierĀ toĀ drift,Ā easierĀ toĀ makeĀ everythingĀ temporary.Ā untilĀ ruby.Ā aĀ chuckleĀ vibratesĀ inĀ hisĀ chestĀ atĀ herĀ wordsĀ asĀ heĀ pressesĀ hisĀ foreheadĀ toĀ herĀ own.Ā āĀ both.Ā you,Ā ofĀ allĀ people,Ā knowĀ itĀ bulgesĀ outĀ whenĀ i'mĀ bothĀ becauseĀ youĀ knowĀ howĀ toĀ triggerĀ both.Ā āĀ itĀ wouldn'tĀ beĀ entirelyĀ falseĀ toĀ assumeĀ sheĀ managedĀ toĀ doĀ bothĀ simulatenouslyĀ sometimes.Ā āĀ whatĀ makesĀ youĀ happyĀ ?Ā āĀ eyebrowsĀ knitĀ togetherĀ likeĀ he'sĀ tryingĀ toĀ figureĀ itĀ outĀ andĀ forĀ once,Ā heĀ considersĀ it.Ā he'sĀ neverĀ onceĀ thoughtĀ ofĀ whatĀ itĀ isĀ thatĀ makesĀ himĀ happyĀ butĀ beingĀ hereā¦Ā theirĀ bodiesĀ soĀ entertwinedĀ thatĀ heĀ noĀ longerĀ knowsĀ whereĀ heĀ beginsĀ andĀ sheĀ endsā¦Ā thisĀ mightĀ beĀ it.Ā āĀ ruby.Ā āĀ heĀ warns,Ā handĀ grippingĀ herĀ thighĀ firmly.Ā ā iĀ didĀ notĀ needĀ thatĀ mentalĀ imageĀ rightĀ now.Ā āĀ suddenlyĀ heĀ can'tĀ evenĀ rememberĀ whyĀ heĀ everĀ suggestedĀ theyĀ leaveĀ thisĀ bed.
dante's snorted coke that didn't give him the high that nia did right now, those warm eyes darkened by lust and pupils blown so wide she might be accused of using alongside him and her body ... jesus he couldn't stop devouring her with his gaze as she sat next to him. " i would say you're a good girl but i don't want you thinking that doing the bare minimum of listening to me now is worth praise. " watches those lips encircle her juice laden fingers, tasting what now belongs to him. her boldness makes his cock stiffen as her digits roll across his lips, the remnants of her arousal sinking into his flesh. " i do but i don't want sloppy seconds from your hand, nia. i want it directly from the source ... when you deserve to feel my tongue fucking that tight hole. " all in good time though and they had plenty of time, numerous future moments where they could sneak away or craft believable lies to secure time together. in the end he'd fuck her so thoroughly that only his cock and touch would be able to make her orgasm. it was both amusing and arousing to watch her lift her hips, all but thrusting her needy cunt into the air for him. " you should know by now i always deliver on my promises, baby. if you want me to touch your slutty pussy so badly then you'll get it. " leaning over his hand grasps her knee, tugging her leg further toward him so he can get an almost perfect view of that creamy hole. once again he was struck by how surreal this was, how the reality of his fantasy was so much better than he ever could have imagined. leaving the warmth of her leg dante's palm comes down swiftly against the puffed pinkness of her core, that wet slap almost yanking a groan from his chest as he slips to the floor, nestling between those long legs. " you really think you own this cunt? this body? that you can just ignore what i tell you to do? " this time his left hand rubs at her folds, spreading them to reveal the hardened bud of her clit. his slap comes sharper now, aiming right for that sensitive mound as his tongue drags over his bottom lip. " when we're alone and i tell you to do something nia, you fucking do it. "
it'sĀ tooĀ late.Ā she'sĀ ruinedĀ forĀ everyoneĀ else,Ā can'tĀ imagineĀ there'sĀ anyoneĀ whoĀ canĀ touchĀ herĀ theĀ wayĀ danteĀ doesĀ orĀ getĀ herĀ toĀ unravelĀ completelyĀ likeĀ this.Ā notĀ evenĀ aĀ chance.Ā sheĀ knowsĀ thatĀ anyoneĀ whoĀ triesĀ afterĀ himĀ willĀ merelyĀ actĀ asĀ aĀ placeholderĀ untilĀ heĀ comesĀ alongĀ āĀ thatĀ is,Ā ifĀ sheĀ canĀ evenĀ stomachĀ lettingĀ anyoneĀ elseĀ touchĀ her.Ā she'sĀ damnĀ nearĀ shaking,Ā desperateĀ forĀ himĀ toĀ deliverĀ onĀ hisĀ words,Ā toĀ feelĀ hisĀ tongueĀ slideĀ acrossĀ herĀ wetĀ foldsĀ andĀ makeĀ herĀ loseĀ allĀ controlĀ again.Ā she'sĀ doneĀ herĀ partĀ toĀ deserveĀ theĀ teasingĀ andĀ theĀ taunting,Ā knowsĀ he'llĀ makeĀ herĀ workĀ forĀ itĀ beforeĀ heĀ givesĀ intoĀ herĀ andĀ theĀ thoughtĀ hasĀ herĀ bitingĀ herĀ bottomĀ lipĀ inĀ anticipation.Ā Ā āĀ hmā¦āĀ sheĀ humsĀ atĀ hisĀ refusal,Ā tearingĀ herĀ slickĀ fingersĀ awayĀ fromĀ hisĀ lipsĀ andĀ bringingĀ themĀ toĀ herĀ own.Ā āĀ moreĀ forĀ me.Ā āĀ sheĀ teases,Ā wrappingĀ herĀ tongueĀ aroundĀ herĀ fingersĀ andĀ lickingĀ themĀ entirelyĀ clean.Ā heĀ pullsĀ herĀ legĀ towardĀ him,Ā breathĀ hitchingĀ atĀ theĀ suddenĀ switchĀ inĀ dynamics.Ā theĀ playfulĀ smirkĀ sheĀ woreĀ earlierĀ dissolvesĀ onĀ herĀ lipsĀ asĀ hisĀ darkĀ gazeĀ pinsĀ herĀ inĀ place.Ā sheĀ doesn'tĀ haveĀ timeĀ toĀ braceĀ herselfĀ forĀ what'sĀ coming.Ā sheĀ gasps,Ā theĀ sharpĀ stingĀ ofĀ hisĀ palmĀ againstĀ herĀ swollenĀ lipsĀ sendingĀ aĀ violentĀ shudderĀ straightĀ upĀ herĀ spine.Ā sheĀ grindsĀ herĀ hipsĀ instinctivelyĀ againstĀ theĀ suddenĀ ache,Ā toesĀ curlingĀ tight.Ā more.Ā sheĀ wantsĀ moreĀ āĀ no,Ā needsĀ it.Ā āĀ danteā¦Ā please.Ā āĀ hisĀ palmĀ connectsĀ againĀ andĀ niaĀ moans,Ā visionĀ blurringĀ aroundĀ theĀ edgesĀ asĀ she arches her back, head falling against the headrest.Ā herĀ chestĀ isĀ heaving,Ā nipplesĀ hardĀ andĀ achingĀ asĀ herĀ nailsĀ digĀ intoĀ theĀ seatĀ toĀ keepĀ herĀ bodyĀ fromĀ trembling.Ā āĀ youĀ ownĀ everyĀ inchĀ ofĀ me.Ā āĀ sheĀ bitesĀ herĀ lipĀ hard,Ā rockingĀ subtlyĀ towardĀ hisĀ mouth,Ā silentlyĀ beggingĀ toĀ feelĀ hisĀ tongueĀ whereĀ sheĀ aches to feel itĀ theĀ most.Ā āĀ i'llĀ listen,Ā baby,Ā iĀ swear.Ā āĀ
saying it made it seem as stupid as she felt . a one night stand that ghosts you the next day ? pathetic choice . to be honest , she hadn't been with anyone serious since him . no one ever felt . . . right . not that she'd ever give him the benefit of knowing that . she snaps out of her head at his words , a soft small smile coming to lips . ā i don't think they do , but thanks for that . ā the femme really didn't believe that they talked about her . hell , even missed her when all they did was joke about her being attached to him when they were together . ā go on , really . have fun for me . i'm not really feeling too well anyway . ā lie . valery felt perfectly fine . she just couldn't see herself hanging with his old friends when the wound was still fresh . ā wish him happy birthday from me , yeah ? ā the brunette gives him a half smile in response .
ā you sure ? ā he questions, lingering by the door. he's hesitant to leave now⦠leave her like this. he shouldn't care, it's what he tells himself over and over in his head. he isn't her boyfriend and he can't even honestly call them friends. mostly because ā friend ā is a word he'd never be able to use for her, no matter how far past this they manage to get. everything else feels like a throwaway title for two people who used to be each other's everything. ā you're okay, right ? ā there's soft worry written across his face and usually, he would do his best to hide it. like, he wasn't even allowed to feel that much toward her either. this time, he doesn't. he doesn't even tear his gaze away as he asks the question. he nods softly and her words are a cue for him to leave and yet, he remains frozen in place. it feels as though he's glued to the floor and turning around, shutting the door on this, would be another thing he's letting go of. ā if you change your mind⦠you know⦠āĀ
ā for @forwcrds continued from x.
" there's cautious, and there's refusing to even meet them. " the continued brushing off of their partner was disappointing, yes, but there was something else there. they'd thought they'd felt guilty over it, at first, due to the history between them. never expecting to find someone they could see themselves with in any significant way and it taking months before pim had even brought them up to carmen ā not until she'd realized that looking forward to those calls and texts, feeling safe and like this was something they could pursue, but now ... it felt like betraying their friendship. she'd gotten used to sharing good news with carmen first, getting her opinion, and acting on it. if carmen didn't like their new partner, pim didn't know that they'd be able to continue with it. the push for them to meet and get used to each other was for a reason, but maybe it was a sign that they'd gone into everything too fast and something was wrong. " i'd rather you just say you don't want to meet them and why so that i don't keep asking and feeling stupid for it. "
there's cautious, there's refusing to even meet them and then there's carmen ā undefined, for now. because why does the thought of sitting down with pim and their significant other make her stomach turn so violently ? she tells herself it's probably just fear. the fear of losing her best friend to someone new, like accepting this new relationship is simultaneously accepting sanding down their own into something much smaller, almost insignificant. the worst part of it all is that she knows if she were to say she didn't like them, pim would write them off too. ā i just feel like they need to earn it first, you know ? ā gaze refuses to meet their's, knows deep down that all it'd take for her to cave is one more pleading look. ā you deserve nothing short of amazing and they need to know that's going to be the expectation. always. and right now i just⦠ā she pauses, thinks her words over for a beat before continuing. ā it's too soon to tell if they're geninue. ā it's so SELFISH and maybe she hasn't been able to look pim in the eye all night because then all they'd see is guilt written across her face. ā i mean⦠do you even really trust them ? ā
openĀ to:Ā Ā all.Ā plot:Ā inĀ sourceĀ !
āĀ whyĀ areĀ youĀ tellingĀ meĀ thisĀ ?Ā āĀ wordsĀ slipĀ pastĀ hisĀ lipsĀ likeĀ they'veĀ beenĀ clawingĀ atĀ hisĀ insidesĀ andĀ beggingĀ toĀ comeĀ out.Ā heĀ doesn'tĀ meanĀ toĀ beĀ anĀ asshole,Ā notĀ whenĀ theyĀ needĀ himĀ theĀ most,Ā butĀ heĀ can'tĀ hideĀ hisĀ frustration.Ā notĀ tonight.Ā āĀ iĀ can'tĀ beĀ theĀ personĀ youĀ keepĀ runningĀ toĀ whenĀ shitĀ hitsĀ theĀ fan,Ā rightĀ ?Ā ā
openĀ to:Ā Ā all.Ā plot:Ā aĀ āĀ gettingĀ drunkĀ wasĀ anĀ excuseĀ toĀ kissĀ youĀ āĀ andĀ weĀ haven'tĀ reallyĀ gottenĀ aroundĀ toĀ definingĀ whatĀ thisĀ isĀ butĀ youĀ disappearedĀ forĀ monthsĀ andĀ justĀ cameĀ back,Ā tryingĀ toĀ fallĀ backĀ intoĀ theĀ sameĀ habits.
āĀ iā¦Ā iĀ can't.Ā weĀ can't.Ā āĀ sheĀ blurtsĀ out,Ā asĀ thoughĀ inĀ aĀ raceĀ toĀ getĀ theĀ wordsĀ outĀ beforeĀ sheĀ faltersĀ yetĀ again.Ā theirĀ mouthsĀ areĀ onlyĀ inchesĀ apart,Ā theĀ proximityĀ hittingĀ herĀ likeĀ iceĀ coldĀ waterĀ āĀ aĀ suddenĀ reminderĀ ofĀ everythingĀ thisĀ canĀ noĀ longerĀ be.Ā āĀ i,Ā uh,Ā iĀ metĀ someone.Ā ā
openĀ to:Ā Ā all.Ā plot:Ā aidenĀ andĀ yourĀ museĀ wereĀ inĀ aĀ seriousĀ relationship,Ā maybeĀ evenĀ gotĀ engaged,Ā butĀ aidenĀ outĀ ofĀ nowhereĀ justā¦Ā left.Ā withoutĀ aĀ word.Ā fastĀ forwardĀ aĀ yearĀ later,Ā they'reĀ atĀ aĀ mutualsĀ partyĀ andĀ they'reĀ gettingĀ introduced...Ā byĀ theirĀ friendā¦
aidenĀ turns,Ā aĀ hintĀ ofĀ surpriseĀ flickeringĀ acrossĀ hisĀ featuresĀ atĀ theĀ familiarĀ face.Ā it'sĀ goneĀ justĀ asĀ quicklyĀ asĀ itĀ appeared,Ā smoothedĀ overĀ byĀ theĀ sameĀ charmĀ that'sĀ managedĀ toĀ keepĀ himĀ lovableĀ despiteĀ hisĀ reputation.Ā heĀ pausesĀ forĀ aĀ second,Ā looksĀ themĀ overĀ forĀ theĀ firstĀ timeĀ inĀ aĀ yearĀ andĀ thenĀ heĀ resortsĀ toĀ whatĀ heĀ doesĀ bestĀ āĀ pretending.Ā āĀ hiā¦Ā i'mĀ aiden.Ā āĀ heĀ grins,Ā extendingĀ aĀ handĀ outĀ thoughĀ he'sĀ notĀ entirelyĀ confidentĀ ifĀ theĀ sameĀ warmthĀ willĀ beĀ reciprocated.Ā