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Harlow Rhodes. Hunter. “backbone like steel. backbone like barbed wire. backbone like “touch me. touch me and see what happens to your hands.” smile like an oil spill. smile like a molotov cocktail. s m i l e like “kiss me. kiss me and SEE what happens to your tongue.””

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

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Calm down. How could he calm down when he felt like he had just swallowed a supernova and everything inside him was about to explode and create an entire new universe, parallel to this one, where nothing else mattered but the two of them–where they could be free and save from the heaviness of their responsibilities and their lives. If only such a thing was possible. If only, Eamon hoped in vain, there was a way for them to be something else other than what they had been born to be, what they had been brough up to be, what they only knew to be. For a brief moment, as it had happened before whenever they rushed and gave in wildly and unthinkingly into their desires together, he truly believed such a thing was possible. Then morning came, or that late night reminder of where he had to be or what he had to do, that imminent call to battle, one he chose and one he can’t get away from. 

The couple they passed by wasn’t so much shocked as they were amused, the kid mostly confused for a second before his eyes shot open and then coughed, once, twice, and laughed. He was laughing too as Harlow noted his dementia, and perhaps he was crazy after all. “They’ll survive.” He called back, moving fast between parked cars all the way to his own, fumbling with the keys once he managed to find the truck and open the door. His lips found hers quickly, pulling at them lightly with his teeth once she was sitting, and he grinned with a low growl. “You can’t tell me to calm down when you stripped naked at the lake!” He shook his head, his eyes glimmering under the distant light from the lake house and the pale moon shine, his voice rimmed with both amusement and lust. It was like a game, Perfection, a timer waiting to burst if they didn’t make it home fast enough. “Yours or mine?” He asked, one exit closer than the other, his grip on the wheel paling knuckles. He looked at ther, eyes dancing around her figure and bit his own lip. He couldn’t care less by now if they stumbled all the way into his home and everyone saw them–it would be futile by now to deny it to be a thing. He didn’t want to, either. “Lils…” He urged the brunette to answer, fast, before he had to take a turn.

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow almost sighed in relief when the car came into view and she was finally placed within it’s confines, slightly more covered than she had been over Eamon’s shoulder, with her ass hanging out and body shivering from the cold breeze. Her shirt covered her, used as some kind of blanket rather than actually wasting the time to put it on only for it to be ripped off later on. The brunette whimpered slightly when his teeth tugged at her lower lip, her hand pulled at the wet material of his shirt in turn to bring him even closer, though she was quick to release in fear that they would never get out of this blasted parking lot. “Well, it’s obvious I didn’t think that through all the way, but I have to say, the look on your face was most definitely worth it.” 

Her eyes remained on the road as she sat up, pressed against him in hopes that his body heat would somehow warm her up. Her hands wrapped around his arm while her gaze remained on the road for the most part, apart from the rare peck and kiss she placed on his neck. Sometimes, even going as far as to mumble sort words and promises of what would be done to him upon their arrival. It was evident that by the end, her attention had been turned elsewhere than on the road ahead of them. Hand running along his thigh, her gaze only then moved towards the two possible routes that would shift their night significantly. The pros and cons were evident. One was closer, far more dangerous and the other was further but safe. It was an easy choice, one she didn’t even have to think about twice. “Yours.” The brunette mumbled with a hint of mischief shining through her hazel gaze. “We’ll just have to be very quiet. Which is always half the fun.” Her grin widened. “Hurry up. I don’t know how long I can wait.” She told him, still shaking at his side due to the wind that wiped around the car. A warm shower or bed would be amazing right now, though she was certain that it wouldn’t take too long for her to warm up the moment they arrived and managed to get in a empty room together. 

[victorbakker]

This wouldn’t be the first time Harlow had shot off a text insinuating an ‘adventure’ with barely an explanation at all. It was something that ran through her blood - an innate fight or flight instinct that was always active. She existed in that state. It did her good, most of the time. It certainly made her a better hunter, among other things. 

Still, he couldn’t help but let his eyes roll the slightest bit when the car pulled up before him. He flicked the ash off the end of the cigarette before dropping it to the pavement and snuffing it out beneath the heel of his boot. It was almost a surprise that she didn’t take the opportunity to sneak a few drinks from the bar, instead waving a hand in gesture for him to join her.

At least she had a good car. “A surprise,” Myles mimicked, nose scrunching at the thought, “I’m not great with surprises.” He pauses, glancing in her direction as she pulls away from the bar, a smile growing on his lips, “I think you have no fucking clue.” Her following explanation infused truth into his suspicion, chuckling lightly as he drummed fingertips against his thigh and glanced out the window at the passing buildings. “Seems like as good a plan as any,” Myles agreed.

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow knew Myles was used to this, that he would accept a brief, barely existed explanation of her plans for the night ahead of them and the so called adventure. Half of it would be made up on the spot, but for tonight, she had a very precise plan in mind. Probably something he would hate, but the full moon had just passed and Harlow felt that it would provide them so sort of assurance that nothing would cross their paths tonight. 

He got in, and Harlow could only snort at his words. He knew her very well, because she hadn’t had a fucking clue until about five seconds ago when she realized she’d just put money in her ATV’s and had never got to use them yet. “Fuck the hell off. Even if I don’t have a concrete plan, it always turns out good. You underestimate me too much, you ass.” Her arm went out and pushed him to the side with a brief roll of her own gaze. 

The car turned around and made it’s way back towards her trailer park home. It was a little ways away from the other bundle of homes, and far more closer to the forrest. Thankfully, Finn had passed by years ago and made the entire thing werewolf proof. Often, she couldn’t stumble inside in the middle of the night without something going on and her waking up half of the neighbourhood. “I got some fourwheelers calling our names. Plus, I redid the tracks in the woods last year and it’s a fun time.” The brunette wiggled her brows when she pulled up in front of her home. 

[avaomalley]

Wrong Place//Ava&Open

[avaomalley]

“Lils!” Ava said relieved to see the other O’Malley standing over her. Ava lifted her hand and felt the cut on her head wincing a bit at the soreness around it. “Not really.” She answered gaining her composure again. Sitting up slowly she looked over at Harlow. “I don’t think anything’s broken.”

[harlowrhodes]

“Fuck,” she exclaimed when she realized that the blonde didn’t appear to be that hurt in the end. “You know, you almost gave me a damn heart attack. I thought I had lost you for a minute there.” Tears pricked her eyes as she slowly began to help her up. “Are you sure you’re okay? Everything feels right?” Her hands moved over Ava, ensuring there was no blood anywhere or something out of place. 

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

[eamonomalley-blog]

Giving her dirty thoughts was exactly what he intended, as obvious as the grin on his face and the way his arms tightened around her, bringing her closer into a position where she could feel more than tell that he was speaking the truth. Granted, it wasn’t perhaps the place to do so, though Eamon wasn’t discarding it altogether just yet. There were ways, he thought, and if not, he’d find them—but there was little that could come between them, not when he wanted her this much, not when they couldn’t be torn apart. 

The confession left him weak on his knees, moving to steady his feet on the wet soil, ripples forming all around them at their rickety figures trying to find some balance, gazing into each other’s eyes. It took you long enough. Eamon let out a breathed chuckled, a shrug causing his shoulders to shake, tilting his head apologetically. It had. He knew that now. They had taken too long, both of them, to realize this, to take the chance, to make the first move. There had been so many times the thought had crossed his mind and just as quickly he tried with all his might to bury it, to ignore it. He wasn’t sure though, if things would be different. If being with her would’ve saved him from this doom he found himself in, if their relationship could’ve kept him afloat at the time he thought nothing else could sustain him, when he thought life wasn’t worth fighting for anymore—maybe he would’ve distanced himself from her too. But right now, as she repeated the words back to him, as her arms tightened around him and her lips were pressed against his, her fingers shaping the silhouette of his face, Harlow was healing all those wounds, filling that emptiness, making him see a light at the end of a tunnel he didn’t think he’d ever be able to get out of. He wanted to find a way out, he wanted to fix things now, because he didn’t want this to stop. Because he was selfish. He knew he’d have to leave before, because it was the law, because his siblings didn’t deserve to deal with his bad choices and ill decisions. He knew he had to leave to protect them. “I think so too.” He whispered back, nodding too, a moment before staring to move back to the shore. He was completely drenched, she was completely exposed. Laughing, looking over his shoulder in the general direction of the porch they had been standing on not too long ago themselves, he moved as if to cover her. “Put this on.” He was having trouble finding the opening of her shirt which he had picked up from the ground, cursing and chuckling at his failed attempts to dress her. “No time.” Giving up, he just bent to throw her over his shoulder, darting to the lot where they had parked. His house was closer to the trailer, it would depend on the ride if he took the first exit or the second.

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow hadn’t even imagined someone could feel this sort of bliss before, the sensation of butterflies whenever he approached, how his lips left trails of white hot fire along her skin. That someone she’d come to know for so many years, had spent the majority of her life with, slept next to, could be the one to make her feel so weak and secure at the same time. Months ago, if someone had asked her how she envisioned her life to be, she would have surely imagined her death for she knew it was the life they lead -- but now, now she couldn’t imagine not growing old with him at her side. To some, the thought may have been absurd given the length of their relationship, but what they didn’t understand was that it had been a long time coming, they may as well have been in a relationship since they were fifteen, given it was during that time they both began to give snide comments about whomever the other brought home. Jealousy had become more pronounced between them, signalling the feelings neither had truly comprehended until now. Harlow couldn’t help but smile when he agreed with her, echoing the words she’d whispered along his flesh. They needed to get home now or she would not be able to make it, overcome by so many emotions, sex was truly the only way she could fathom releasing it all. They threaded through the murky water until they arrived on the beach, though Harlow could barely pluck the clothing from the ground before Eamon had it in his hands and began to clumsily, and very frustratedly, fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. “Calm down.” She spoke on a laugh as she stood behind him, using his larger form to cover her exposed body from the occupied porch, though she couldn’t be certain if they could see her or not due to the lack of light on the beach. Harlow barely caught the material, sliding it between her fingers until she found a button, though the process was quickly interrupted by his arms around her. “No, no, no! Eamon! You can’t just....” There was no time to back away, instead all she could do was gasp when she was hoisted up, without any clothing on, her ass on full display for anyone that passed by. “Are you fucking crazy! My ass!” Thankfully, she managed to haphazardly cover herself with her blouse while he darted towards the parking lot. “I think I just traumatized that couple, and there was a younger kid a few feet away.” The brunette laughed, her hand falling on Eamon’s back for what resembled a small smack, though it barely made much of a ‘clap’, instead, her hand gripped at the soaked material of his shirt to ensure she didn’t slip from his grip. 

[clarkgrifiin-deactivated2016021]

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@harlowrhodes

[avaomalley]

Wrong Place//Ava&Open

Ava knew her little game of watching wolves from afar was up when she heard the loud creaking noise come from the old wood below her. The tree branch snapped under her foot and she went crashing down. The blonde just lay there a for a moment stunned by the fall. She looked over her shoulder to where her bag had fallen beside her. Ava’s vision was still blurry at the edges as she reached out for her phone that was hanging  out of the side pocket. 

[harlowrhodes]

“Holy fuck.” Harlow almost screamed out when she saw the tree fall in the direction she’d last seen Ava walk into the woods. A part of her assumed she was okay, but another just needed to know. Several branches cracked around her feet as she made her way through the thick brush, until she found the blonde on the ground. “Ava!” Harlow screamed out, all but tearing off any brach or tree in her way. “Fuck, Finn is going to murder the both of us. Just hold on. You’re bleeding, does anything else hurt?”

[ashandlaw-blog]

“Right? At the very least, we could have town order.” She stilled at Harlow’s resistance, not trying to make the other woman uncomfortable. “Just basic curiosity.” Ash shrugged. “Feeling weird how?”

[harlowrhodes]

“I don’t know.” She paused for a moment and almost laughed. “I guess anxious. A little sick, but I must have eaten something bad. I’m fine.” She smiled and hooked her arm around the brunette. “So, eamon mentioned out googly-ed you get around a certain someone. Are we gonna talk about that?”

[onetreehilldaily]

[harlowrhodes]

@eamonomalley

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

[eamonomalley-blog]

“Do you have any doubt?” Eamon answered with a question of his own, a light chuckle escaping his lips and a chill that ran helplessly down his back at her teases. He liked to think the sentiment was reciprocated, that the same way he had always been easy to bend at her will, so had she. He knew it, too, and he often used it to his advantage in a way he knew she did as well. They had long claim ownership of the other, their time, their attention… their space. Now their body. Their hearts. Surrendered, willingly, despite the unforthcoming turn of events. His eyes closed for a moment, giving into her touch as he had so many times before, comfortable in the trance of their embrace as his arms her her tight, his feet kept them balanced, touching the rocky bottom of the lake. “But weak is not what you’re making me right now…” The words were uttered, gutturally, through a grin that darkly formed on his face. “Complete opposite.” He added, hoisting her in place as he tilted his head back if only to see her better.

All that he could muster to say into her lips came out in a humming agreement, eyes quick to widen when the brunette pulled back the moment he moved closer. Eamon tried to figure out what it was he had said that had her searching for words, that had her heart racing all of a sudden. The way Harlow was looking at him, he knew she was expecting him to say something, that what he had said had jumbled her thoughts and, for a moment, he blanked out. Gulping, he worried that his words, unmeasured, had been a mistake. That he said it too soon—even if it wasn’t the first time the words had been offered between them. Never on this scale, though. Definitely not since they had decided, unthinkingly, this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Not like they had an option, really. It was impossible to quit. He winced, swallowing before speaking again, the moonlight shining in her eyes. “I love you.” It was easier to say than he thought, the words escaping his lips once again, tentatively, scared of her reaction. “I’ve loved you always. I’m in love with you now.” The idea had been a funny one in his head, a crazy story he had been read to on his childhood, plots silly movies played out. Eamon had nothing against the notion of love. He loved, and loved deeply. He loved his family, he loved his friends, his people. But women? How could he love someone when they didn’t know half of his story and expect them to love him back? They were infatuated, they were intoxicated, they were charmed. They couldn’t fall in love with him, not truly, when he didn’t love them back. And why would he? What could he offer them? What could he offer her? And yet he had given everything. She knew him, could see straight past him. Again, he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to hold her and beg her to go away with him, right now, so far away no one could reach him, that he could be free of his own actions. “I’ll love you till the day I die.” Near or far. 

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow could only shake her head in response to indicate that she’d never had any doubts, not when it came to the effect they had on one another, reciprocated in ways that often caught her by surprise. She’d always thought of herself as a strong person, someone who demanded answers and never faltered until they were given. However, that person, the tough badass she’d been taught to be, often disappeared whenever Eamon was around, fearful of having to go one day without him by her side. She knew better than other’s that everyone could leave at the drop of an hat, and it was why she was quick to forgive him for he was one of the most important people to her, though he was the one who pissed her off the most, she simply couldn’t fathom deliberately missing an opportunity to laugh -- especially now. Wrapped in his arms, his breath tickling her skin, they were the only places she wanted to be, forever. “Is that so?” She whispered now, her voice turned sultry as she watched his expression. “You’re giving me very dirty thoughts, O’Malley. I don’t know if this is the place for that. I’m pretty sure we might have an audience.” Her lips brushed his ear before she glanced over her shoulder. The bar was still in view, people were on the porch, but she couldn’t tell if their attention, nosily enough, was turned to them. 

Harlow paused, her entire body solidified in his arms as she watched him, uncertain about whether he’d intentionally said something or had instantly regretted it the moment that it escaped. Her heart pounded, not only for the confession but about whether or not she should tell him exactly what she felt, or had felt, for a while now. Whether he regretted his words and wished that she wouldn’t utter her own. There had never been a time where Harlow felt nerves as strong as these, certainly not around her best friend, who’d always been her rock. Her hands slowly slid along his shoulders as a smile crept upon her face when understanding twisted his features into something other than regret or disappointment. Almost as if a gush of wind had swept them up and given solace to her burning lungs by giving them air, the words were uttered, words she would never forget, spoken soft and sternly to indicate that he was certain. Tears almost pricked her eyes, though she was sure to blink them away the moment they arrived as a airy laugh died upon her lips. “It took you long enough.” The brunette whispered, forehead pressed against his. “I love you. You don’t even fucking understand how much I love you.” Her hands came to cup his face as she pressed her lips into his for a deep kiss, one that would offer more words and emotions than she could ever muster at a time like this; she was never good with words after all. The smile upon her expression was one that would be etched there for some time, suddenly thankful that they’d made a run for it when they had for she was certain that she would have gushed out the exchange of words to anyone who would have listened, similarly to someone who’d just been proposed to. “I love you, too. I’ll always love you, forever and always.” The brunette nodded, pulled back to look at him, arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders. It was real, all of it was, and she couldn’t imagine how she’d ever lived without any of it and been content. “I think you should bring me home now. To our home, so we can... ---yeah, I think that’d be smart.” 

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

[eamonomalley-blog]

Eamon hummed in agreement, any attempt to form words dying in his throat as her legs wrapped around him and he could feel her breathing on his neck, the trail of her fingers stirring him in place. The ripples swayed their bodies, washing over them softly as his own arms wrapped around her slimmer figure under the water, noses touching for a second before he shrugged and smiled, and sighed. It was true. He let her. That was the only reason the rules were changing and why it was only possible that she was the one to get him to let the rules change in this particular scenario—she had always been the only one he willingly let change the rules. It didn’t matter if it had to do with who got to call shotgun on a road trip or who managed to finally make him fall in love with anyone other than himself. The realization had his stomach in a knot, gulping as he made sense of it. 

“Nah—” An idle smile dented the corner of his mouth as he shook his head softly, a few loose strands falling down his face, damp and darkened by the water. “I wouldn’t let anyone else.” It was that simple. They both knew it, too. It had always been like that. While other came and went, Eamon and Harlow always found the way back to each other fast enough. This was just the culmination of a relationship that had been forged through the years, unbreakable, stars coming together, finally, as their fate was displayed once and for all in the glint of their eyes as they stared into each other. And it scared him, not so much the new feelings he didn’t understand, but how he didn’t fight it, or how he didn’t want to fight it. It scared him how he ached for it, more each passing day, and how he didn’t miss it, any of it, when it came to seeing her and only her, to sharing his space with her, to coming back to her, every night. It scared him because he didn’t want it to stop, because he didn’t want to leave… because all of a sudden, he was scared to die, too. Since his father’s death, Eamon had become so reckless, he never second guessed a move. Then with Sean’s turning, he had given up. And now. Now nothing made any sense but when she was there, and their days were counted, and each tick of the hands of the clock reminded him of it. To make each passing second count, he gulped again, his lips brushing past hers as they had idly for a while now as he formulated his answer, palms pressed spread on her lower waist. “I’ve broken many rules, loving you isn’t one of them.” He breathed against her skin, not really conscious of the word he had uttered. 

[harlowrhodes]

It was that sort of moment where she just knew what would come out of his mouth next. The low rumble of agreement only made her smile as she held the azure gaze she’d come to know so well, turned a shade darker now, while her fingers skimmed over his chilled flesh. “Have you always been weak for me?” She whispered teasingly into his neck before she playfully nipped at the skin, it was more a teasing statement rather than a question she expected to be answered. She knew very well that they were both weak for one another, had always been. No matter what could have been done, they were always quick to forgive one another if only because neither could truly function without the other. It had been that way ever since she could remember, their entire group, extended O’Malley’s included, held on to one another heavily for support, which made the Sean ‘incident’ all that more visible and painful -- especially for Eamon. 

Her nose brushed against his, grin spread wide upon her features, almost going ear from ear when he told her that no one else could sway him the way she did. She’d known it all along, somehow, in some way, even though she’d always believed that their most intimate moments had been spent with others. It had taken time for her to differentiate what was intimate and not. Sex, one night stands, were nothing but animalistic occurrences that meant nothing. Even a simple touch from someone you truly cared for, loved, meant more than an hour hook up with a stranger. It was Eamon that had given her that realization. How even a kiss could make her shudder in ways she hadn’t ever done before. Not that she was ready to tell him such things, his ego was big enough. “I know the feeling.” She finally whispered against his lips, brushing playfully, pulling back when he moved forward, before she gave in and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss. They could have been here for hours now, for time meant little when they were together. Whenever she was in his arms, time felt like it had stood still - just the way she liked it. Her lips parted to add something, but every word was sucked deep within her chest when his statement made her gulp a breath of fresh air, attempting to clear her mind to ensue she’d heard him correctly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for a reaction from him, whilst she assumed he waited for one of hers. There was no time to think, no need for it, for the words were already on the end of her tongue. I love you, too. Though she couldn’t, not until she heard those three words. “I think I’ll need you to say that again.” she whispered, breathed out, while her gaze searched his expression, smile threatening to break through the surface but she did her best to hold it back. 

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

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Eamon laughed as he submerged from the water, the temperature welcoming in the hot summer night, his hair damp and sleep, darkened as he pushed it away and wiped his face. “Get over here.” He called out, playfully, watching the pausing by the shore, victory making him grin wide until he recognized the same feature forming on her lips. His eyes grew wider, heavy on her as he bit his lip the moment the woman began discarding her clothes. He had definitely lost this challenge even if he hit the water first, or maybe not. He had the definite better view and for the longest moment he didn’t even consider the fact that anyone could walk in on them at any given moment.

He didn’t move. His eyes following her every step as she, too, descended into the water, coming closer. Eamon’s arms rested over the water at his sides, moving idly to keep him afloat, creating soothing ripples that were broken by her incoming figure, a goddess. Harlow put everything in a different perspective, his guilt growing deeper, his desperation getting out of control. His rage and his anger remained intact, his hurt devastating and unbearable–and yet she was there, giving him a hope he had long thought lost. He knew what he had to do, what the law said. He knew he’d be shunned by his family and he was willing to walk away before any of them had to make that decision or put themselves in a tight spot when trying to figure out what, or if, they’d do it. But he didn’t. If it was harder before, this, her, wasn’t helping his case at all. It made his chest ache with a pressure he hadn’t felt before, almost as if all the air was being sucked out from his lungs, as if he was about to explode from within. The pull was too strong and he was already mourning the loss of it, of such a feeling he couldn’t quite put into words that was so unfamiliar to him and yet felt completely natural, as if it had been meant to be all along. His arms reached forward when she was close enough, sliding up her arms as he guided them to his shoulders, then traveling down her sides and holding onto her hips. “You’re changing the rules of the game.” Eamon wasn’t just talking about the challenge.

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow was slow to make her entrance, wanting him to savor the sight before him just as much as she wanted to take in every little shift of his expression. She loved the way he looked at her, unable to tear his gaze from her figure, leaving her feeling as thought she was the prettiest girl in every room, which often felt like the contrary to her, with her combat boots and torn up clothing. The other’s that could have caught them running off had a nice view if they’d continued watching any enough, not that it bothered her at all. All she cared about what that one person was looking, for she was doing it for him, and only he. With a mischievous grin etched into her expression, Harlow slowly began to walk into the water. 

He captured her when she approached, and she could only let a small laugh billow from her lips as her arms encircled around him, nose nestled against his neck while her legs wrapped around his waist. Skinny dipping had not been the best of ideas given the location of this damned city, god only knew what could be in the water, let alone she had no barriers to protect her from the cold body of water apart from his body heat. She pulled back when she heard him speak, snorting at the sentence. Had he only been figuring this now? After so many years of Harlow attempting to control the show, even when they were children and played hide and seek, she was always the one who took the hand of someone she wanted to be paired with and ran off without leaving anyone any other choice but to follow behind. Often, it was Eamon, unless he’d angered her, then it was someone else to rile the blond haired boy. Even then, they couldn’t stay separated for long as she picked him next, where they would mumble their apologies in the back of his father’s closet as they hid from Ava or Sean. Auburn curls framed her pale face, expression settled into a soft smile as her fingers traced along his jaw, the sides of his face before they settled back where they’d been moments ago, at the back of his neck, tracing patterns along the base of his neck. “That’s because you let me.” She hadn’t figured out the second meaning of his sentence until a beat later. “Is that a bad thing?” The brunette then asked but a surge of panic, at what his next set of words could possibly be, had her lips crashing into his, frozen hands that had fallen into the water settled back onto his shoulders, letting rivulets slide down his back and torso. 

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

[eamonomalley-blog]

Surreal. If there was a word that could describe this particular feeling, Eamon would use that one and then wonder where he had heard it first–probably Finn. He knew the excitement of an affair, the thrill of a kiss, the sparks a touch ignited… but he didn’t know this. The getting lost in someone’s eyes, melting into their embrace, the entire world blurring behind them; all that was new and terrifying, and he had no intention of making it stop. Not now. Not yet. Everything had changed and yet she remained the same, his best friend, the most beautiful girl he’d ever met–aside from his sister, of course–but when they had previously worked in sync, now their bodies reacted to one another, chemistry at its best, in unison, as one. They fit, perfectly, with one another. Her breathless sigh and the sound of his name producing a smirk on his own lips even when the rest of his face looked almost pained, frustrated–they were so far away from home!

The groan that escaped him when Harlow changed route last second had him standing in place, still, as if him not moving could disuade her from the idea that was brewing in her head. “Lils…” Eamon whined, dropping his shoulders in defeat, the grin on her lips already telling him making her change her mind wasn’t going to be easy–or fast. It was in a quick moment that he decided to up her a race, pursing his lips as if in consideration, his hold on her slowly loosening. “Last one to get to the water loses.” He practically choked on his own laughter as he shouted, quickly releasing his hold on her entirely and darting forward in a quick run, backwards as he looked back at her before he turned again to focus on the race, not slowing down until his feet reached slightly damp ground, kicking his shoes off quickly as he tried to balance himself before jumping into the water. It had been such a nice shirt he decided to wear that night, of course he should’ve known it wasn’t going to last long.

[harlowrhodes]

If Harlow could guess what heaven would feel like--if there truly was one--this would be in. Wrapped up in the arms of someone she truly loved. After the loss of her parents, she’d dabbled in various one night stands in an attempt to keep everyone at an arm’s length in fear that she would lose yet another person she cared about. A part of her believed she’d done the right thing, especially at times like these, when his breath brushed the hair upon her neck, shivers coursed down her spine and she felt like she could live in this moment forever. It was that much clearer to her that she now had something, someone, who could truly destroy her. Whether it was intentionally or not -- not that she ever believed he would -- it was still terrifying to know that her wellbeing and happiness was cradled in the same palm he’d ran down her back, held her with. It was a risk she was willing to take, a thousand times over, no matter how it ended for she knew that walking away now was not an option. Not when she found herself falling so helplessly more in love with him with every passing day. Love. Fuck. 

She heard the nickname, the groan, and yet she continued on her path, hand gripped firmly in his to signal that she would not waver on her decision. It had been a long time since she’d actually done something reckless, even though this barely counted, she still wanted to feel the sand between her toes and the vast body of water surrounding her. There was a sparkle in his gaze that she recognized all too well. Some kind of challenge, or idea formed in his head, and she could practically see it forming. Though, she only stayed in place because she didn’t know what exactly he was about to suggest. She should have damn well known, she thought, when he raced off. Harlow paused, laughed, and began to sprint after him with a loud squeal about how he’d always been a damn cheater. All she could hope for now was that he’d fall face first into the water, which he didn’t. With a slight pout on her lips while she watched him run into the water before her, she paused by the shore. Her hands lifted towards her shirt, grin formed on her lips, and she pealed the thin layer of fabric from her chest before she moved on to the next, and the next, until she walked into the body of water without any layers of clothing on her exposed form.

[ashandlaw-blog]

“It is, I think there would be so much less chaos if everyone just sat down and had a cone with each other.” Ash laughed. “That’s good! Everything’s been pretty great with me too. Anything notable worth sharing?” 

[harlowrhodes]

“I agree, we could have world peace that way.” She continued on with a little laugh. However, she smile was quick to falter when Ash began to ask more questions. “I’m not entirely sure? I’ve been feeling a little weird, I think I may be coming down with something, but besides that, nothing really. Why?”

[oldestomalley-deactivated201609]

Finn accepted the hug gratefully, as he accepted all family hugs. It probably surprised people that he was so touchy feely, but he didn’t give a shit. You took hugs where you could get them, while you still could. “Listen to you. I don’t have cancer, I’m just kind of a miserable asshole stick in the mud.” He tried not to hope too hard that she was right. That would mean admitting that all of this wasn’t enough, and he was barely holding that together as it was. “If I thought it would make Eamon happy long-term, I would drive him to the Bunny Ranch myself and buy him a weekend’s worth of girls. But maybe he’ll stop trying to drown himself in alcohol and casual sex and we’ll both end up happy. Who knows, it could happen.” The hug over, he was at least glad that he’d won that one, though he knew he’d lost the war by agreeing in the first place. “And I get to pick your first song.” He mentally reviewed which would make Harlow the most offended. “Something by Taylor Swift. One of the earlier ones.” He tried to remember. His girlfriend before Miko had liked her. “You Belong With Me. That one.”

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow smiled when he returned the hug, not that it surprised it. Amongst all of them, Ava and Finn were the ones who always seemed eager to receive and give hugs. It was nice sometimes, not that she asked for them that often. When he continued, she tried her best not to make the hopefulness on her face that evident. It was a nice thought, one she’d been thinking about more than she would have liked to admit, a monogamous eamon. “Do you really think that’s possible? For Eamon to actually meet someone and want to be with only one person?” Her brow furrowed for a moment, her sped up within her chest cavity as she hoped that Finn would tell her something she wanted to hear. When she pulled back, she almost instantly regretted the fact that she’d suggested karaoke. That damn song was the worst. “No, you can’t actually be serious? You’re literally just picking that to torture me. There’s no way in hell that I’m going up there, in front of all those people, and singing Taylor Swift with you.”

[eamonomalley-blog]

Fireworks

[eamonomalley-blog]

Eamon couldn’t help but laugh in spite of themselves. They had become one of those couples, the cheesy kind they’d make fun of before, roll their eyes at their obnoxious shows of affection and unnecessary PDA, yet here they were. The epitome of those they used to judge. Maybe Finn was right, after all, maybe there was something more to just casual lays. He didn’t refute her saying he was perfect for her because he wanted to be so. There was something about it, about them, something that had always been there, a spark and a connection like no other. They were too similar to notice before. They were too stubborn in their own right. Eamon just grunted into her lips and smirked at her pull, because she reminded him of what they could be doing but weren’t, and like the whiney child he was, he protested while still dragging her with him as everyone else took their place to watch the fireworks go off. 

The show was nice, he imagined. Eamon wasn’t paying too much attention aside from those small instances in which his lips left her skin and looked up at the skies only to be distracted by the brunette again, smirking brightly as she turned her back at the show to face him instead. His hands fell on her lower back, her teasing lips making his part at the quick touches. He felt like he couldn’t stand on his own but also like he held all the power in the world as they stayed in that embrace. “Let’s get out of here.” He pleaded quietly, leaning closer, whispering against her ear as his tongue playfully brushed her earlobe with a nibble. “Let’s go home.” Emphasis on the last word, as if it didn’t matter where they went, hers or his, so long as they went together, it’d still be home. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer even though there wasn’t any space between them as they stood, eyes solely on hers. Around them people clapped and cheer for the bigger fireworks, many now at once, as the entire show ended with a blast. 

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow smirked when she heard the grunt leave his lips, similarly to a child who was denied a lollipop that he’d been eyeing for a long time. However, it was sex for Eamon. The one weakness that they both had, that could knock them to their knees, completely forget their morals and what they’d thought was important, was each other. Case in point; how they were wrapped up in each other’s embrace with no regard of who may see what, even though they’d done everything in their power to keep their relationship a secret for multiple weeks. It was as if a slight brush or kiss could melt away all their resolve. The brunette giggled when he continued to lead her, not making any move to direct them towards the fireworks yet. Not that she thought twice about what they could be missing, for all she could focus on was his touch and the feelings that had blossomed in the pit of her stomach.

Her fingers toyed with the hair at the base of his neck, body pressed perfectly into his, unsure about how she’d never realized just how perfect they were together. As if, not only physically, they were made for one another. Their movements and thought process in sync, bodies perfectly made for one another. It was as close to soulmates as she’d ever felt or seen before. His lips brushed her skin and made her weak in the knees, almost forcing them to buckle as she placed pressure on his shoulders, ensuring they would support her if she dropped. “Eamon,” the brunette whispered in a breathless sigh. How weak she became whenever she was in his presence. They shouldn’t leave so soon, but there was nothing else she could focus on apart from him and how she wanted to be entangled within the sheets, to feel his fingers along her body. “Fuck. Let’s go.” She pulled back reluctantly to look into his eyes, her head nodding in response, however, she made no move to pull herself away from his person. The sound of waves crashing finally pushed through her consciousness and managed to capture her attention, a grin forming on her lips. “We’ll have to, to warm up after our swim.”

[victorbakker]

It had only taken a quick exchange of texts for Harlow to convince him to take ‘a night out’ with her. ‘An adventure’, she called it. How could he turn down the offer? Given that Harlow made it sound as if she was getting in her car to pick him up right then and there he cleaned up behind the bar and left one of the other bartenders in charge until close early the following morning. There were few times he liked leaving the bar in charge of others, but he couldn’t very well work every shift. Realistically. 

He’d barely strolled out the front door or had a chance for a smoke before Harlow’s car appeared in the lot before him. He let out a puff of smoke as she leaned over in the car to shoot  cheesy grin in his direction and quote from…what was it. Mean Girls? He took another drag on the cigarette before dropping the butt to the pavement and crushing the cylinder beneath the heel of his boot.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Myles rolled his eyes at her words before stepping forward and climbing into the passenger seat. Once the door was closed behind him his head tipped in her direction, “Where exactly are we goin’ adventuring, Harlow? You didn’t divulge much information in your texts.” Knowing her she’d probably concocted some kind of miraculous expedition - or it could very well be going to some other dive bar for drinks. She wasn’t a very easy one to pin down as far as Myles could tell. 

[harlowrhodes]

These were some of the things she found doing when she was left to her own devices. The urge to head outside and run had always been a part of her; that constant hunger for movement and excitement. It had been a long time since she and Myles had hung out, a little too long if you asked her. It was why she made certain he knew there were going to be no ifs, buts, or no’s accepted. They were going to go on an adventure and that was all. 

She smiled at him the moment she stopped alongside the male, already laid above the middle console so she could peer out the window to see him. Her hand waved out the window, signalling for him to get in before she changed her mind and decided that they should go inside and drink all the liquor that was leftover on the counters instead of whatever she had planned. Not that she really knew. 

“That’s because it’s a surprise.” She told the male as she watched him enter the passenger seat of her black mustang. It truth, she had no damn clue what they were going to do or where she would bring him. All she knew for certain was that she would come up with a place and it would be fun. At least, the amount of alcohol she had in the back seat would ensure them of that. “We’re just going to drive and when we see something interesting, we’ll stop on the side of the road. Sound good for you?”

[harlowrhodes]

Harlow had spent the better part of her afternoon and night cleaning out the trailer to make room for the new items that were to come in. It felt like with every visit, Eamon was bringing something back, whether it was clothing or shoes. So much so that her trailer felt twice as small as it originally had been when she was a child, living in the small trailer home with her uncle. The fact that she was alone provided her with the time and space to rearrange everything and throw out various items that had become covered in dust. However, she’d sorely mistaken her determination and ability to remain focused on a task for a long period of time. Half way through, she’d already given up and begun to scroll down her contacts for Myles number. 

With a few text messages exchanged, Harlow was out the door with a jacket and car keys in tow. They’d decided they would hang out, though she would have normally asked Eamon to tag along, she knew that Finn had given him the night shift at ammu-nation. She could have also reached out to Ava or Ash, even Finn, but felt like Myles was the safer bet when it came to avoiding the questions that had arose about herself and Eamon. Not that she’d even indulged them at all, instead closing down the subject as quickly as she could. 

The ride to the bar was not long, in fact, it was one she could have done in her sleep. With music blasting throughout the speakers of her old mustang, she reached the destination within minutes. A quick text was sent moments before she arrived to ensure he would be waiting for her outside, and he was. A smile spread across her lips as she came to an halt in front of him, rolled down the window, lowered herself enough so he could see her. “Get in loser, we’re going on an adventure.” 

@myleswilcox