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lukexfinch replied to your post:so i have the majority of my replies drafted rn...
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so i have the majority of my replies drafted rn because my muse for them is shot to shit, i'd rather have a well thought out reply than a forced one ok don't h8 meÂ
"Needless to say I drove all the way over here when I could've been getting sleep, so whatever it is you have to tell me better be worth it."
Drew shrugged slightly, “You have a point. But I guarantee I’m bigger than him.” He nodded confidently, eyes scanning over her once more. “I don’t need luck, babe.” As she discarded the towel from around her midsection, a smirk tugged at his lips. Widening his stance, his arms threaded around her hips, pulling her roughly flush against his chest. “Two’s company, might I remind you. I could shower again.”
A sharp gasp elicited from the female's parting lips as she felt the fabric of his shirt against her bare chest. She couldn't hold out much longer. Yes of course, she was known to be an infamous tease –– independent in every way but something about him sent her into a completely different mindset. She actually gave in for once. Willingly at that. Trying to keep her composure as firm as possible, she playfully rolled her eyes showing no sign of desperation. No sign of neediness. Her face was convincing, but what was going on between her legs wasn't at all. His voice alone sent her over the edge, god only knows what his body could do. Tossing him a quick smile, she rose her brow. "You could use one." She spoke in a sarcastic manner as she tilted her head in the direction of the bathroom.Â
"And you love it." He whispered against her before pulling down her underwear and shrugging them to her ankles. It didn't take him long to get rid of his own clothes and his fingers continues to tease her.
With her slender fingers gripping at either side of the marble countertop, Freya did her best to keep her composure. Had she not, she would've been chomping at the bit like a three year old whining for a piece of cake. She took a moment to let out a breath, her lustful hinted hues locked with his as she bit at her lip. "Fuck, I'm so wet baby. This is all for you." She whimpered.Â
Lucas made quick work of his top, pulling it off of himself as he licked his lips at the sight of the girl in front of him. God she was sexy. “I can’t believe you bothered to wear that dress in the first place. If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask. You know I think you’re fucking sexy in anything and everything you wear.” He smirked as he attacked her neck, sucking on her pulse point as his hands roamed her body.
As her manicured nails traveled down his toned chest, the blonde couldn't help but whimper. He was her idealistic image of a man to say the least. He had everything in all the right places, nothing more nothing less. In her eyes, he was perfect. "What, I can't look good for myself?" She suppressed the tension with her quick-wit as she rose a brow. "You look sexy in anything and everything you were too, but I have to admit I think I like you in nothing at all." Biting down on her lip, Freya tilted her head off to the side allowing full access to her exposed neck. A chain of built up moans lingered in the air amongst them as both of her hands found the metal of his belt. Averting her gaze downward, she began to undo it. "I need a good reason to stay in tonight." She bit her lip, as she tossed the belt off to the side. "You better give me one."
Danny grinned as she spread her legs, his hands wandering up his thigh and teasing her softly beneath the fabric of her panties. “This is why I like you wearing skirts.” He smiled and presses trailing kisses down her neck.
Freya drew her eyes shut, "Don't tease me like that." She sucked in a sharp breath, drawing her head back, before rolling her lip between her teeth. "Fuck." She murmured, her fingers running through his hair. "You're such an ass." She spoke in reference to his teasingly torturous gestures.
"It can wait." Harvey mumbled, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I have work to do, as well, but I’d rather do you right now."
Freya turned herself around to face the male, her icy blue hues peaking past her thick lashes. Lifting her hand up, she gently placed it against his chest to steady herself as she rose up onto the balls of her feet. "This better be worth it." She spoke, her lips mere inches from his own.
"Mmm." He moaned against her lips, his tongue gently pushing against her lips, requesting permission to explore her mouth as his hands explored her incredible body, helping her to remove the dress as he made quick work of his own jacket. "Are you sure? Because I totally don’t want to ditch your friends for me. I can wait." He could barely finish the sentence before he offered up a laugh. "No I can’t."
Freya dropped her gaze, watching as the fabric of her dress pooled around her ankles leaving her in nothing but lace detailed lingerie. Withdrawing her hands from around his neck, the blonde began to toy with the buttons of his shirt. She was so desperate, so driven that she wasted no time to but pull the shirt open by the seems. "Fuck them." She exclaimed. "What I really want is you." Her voice was enriched with pure lust that her tone came out in a low rasp. "I need you." She reassured him, as she pulled him closer.Â
"Well, it involves you in a lot less clothing." He whispers seductively as he play with the hem of her too and slid his hands underneath.
Freya immediately slid the pile papers off of the counter, hoisting herself atop it before spreading her legs. Leaning forward, her slender fingers gripped the fabric of the male's shirt easing him inward to close the gap between them.Â
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"If one were to catch us, then they will be banished before they can even speak a single word about it." she replied with a moan when she felt her fingers touch her folds. "Then show me how much you missed me." She pulled Freya on top of her as she laid back onto the grass.Â
Gently forcing the female down on her back, Freya took this opportunity to tease her. Make her writhe under her touch. Separating Celeste's legs with her thigh, the blonde dipped her head forward to pepper small kisses along the female's torso, her breath leaving evident goosebumps along her milky skin. Her fingers continued to work her folds, circling around her swollen clit as her eyes flickered up to study the female's expression. A smirk played the blonde's lips as she hooked both hands under the brunette's thighs pulling her closer to her. Dipping her head down, the blonde's lips began to press against her inner thigh. Without warning, Freya darted her tongue out began teasing the princess' clit.
"Come on, babe." He whispered in to her ear, nibbling softly. "You can always come back to it. What I have in mind for us is much more fun."
The blonde turned on her heels to face the male, her piercing eyes catching her gaze as she rest her forehead against his own. "And what would this fun happen to entail?" She questioned, arching a brow.
"Babe stop, I have work to do." The female cooed, forcing herself to keep her gaze on the stack of papers set out in front of her.
"See?" Ephraim put perhaps a little too much weight on the petite blonde as they started their little trek. "Th-this is why…" he paused for a moment in order to recompose himself. A few deep and cleansing breaths later, he continued. "… This is why I called you. It’s like… It’s like a thing. A thing that friends do." His hand drifted upwards and started to run through the blonde locks that draped her shoulder. "It’s been a while since I’ve done that. You know. Called one of you up. But I figure." Ephraim fished the keys to the Mercedes out of his pocket and pressed the unlock button. The sleek black vehicle flashed in the dark. "But I figure I better. Crashing the company car might blow my cover! And we got it pretty sweet right now." Ephraim pressed the button once again, locking the car back up. "An-and we can’t have that. Nope."
"Jesus fucking Christ, Ephraim, how much have you had to drink? You smell like a forty year old housewife." Tightening her grip on his waist, Freya found herself starting to struggle steering him alongside the vacancy of the sidewalk. "What you had to wake me up out of all people? Why not call one of your side chicks? I'm sure they'd be here in a heartbeat." Contorting her face into a look of displeasure, Freya drew her opposing hand up to grab hold of his. "Could you at least put a little effort into this besides playing hairdresser?" Drawing her gaze over towards him. There was no doubt in her mind that he needed all the help he could get. After all, he was struggling to format a proper output of words. Letting out a sigh, the blonde guided him and continued to do so all the way back to her car. Releasing her grip on his hand, she extended her own to open the passenger side door. "Get in." She instructed. Luckily for her the drive was a short distance away from here therefore it wouldn't be too much of a hassle having to deal with his ridiculous ramblings. Once he was settled, she snaked her way over to the driver's seat. "What was the occasion anyway?" She questioned, turning the key in the ignition.Â
"Nn-no." Ephraim managed to get out. His voice was low and raspy. His words all in a muddle. In layman’s terms; drunk. And that was why he had called. “Sorry. Serious though? C-can you be an absolute doll and help me back to the apartment? Pleeease?”
Without even speaking, Freya could tell how intoxicated her friend was just by looking at him. He trembled in speech which only gave her an air of reassurance. "Fuck it." She shook her head before grabbing hold of his arm to drape it atop her shoulders. Snaking her arm around his back, she dug the pads of her fingers into his side to keep him well on his feet. "Watch your step."