catch me, love me

days like these, you're all i need | | nate

nathaniel-tate

Wavering around the room, Ava’s voice had become more noticeable to Nate. His senses were slowly heightening from the tokes of marijuana.

"What?" His body half turned towards Ava, staring back. "Don’t be silly." He scoffed slightly, walking over to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his chin on the top of her head. This was the moment. This was the time that he could tell Ava the truth before her sister got to her with the news. Not that it would have sounded any better coming from him. His mouth slightly ajar, Nate hesitated. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t hurt Ava anymore than he had already done and he knew this would destroy her. "I had a pretty rough night which has left me with a pretty rough hangover." Technically, he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t advocating the entire truth either. A soft chuckle surpassed his lips, nerves taking over. "I was supposed to have a shift later on this evening but I called Heather and got her to swap with me so why don’t we both just grab some food and kick back with some TV or a movie?" Maybe spending time with Ava was exactly what he needed to push past this hurdle.

"Clearly we both are in dire need of some relaxing. As for work, why don’t you push them a little? Sometimes you just gotta force it if you want to be noticed." Releasing her from his hold, Nate held onto her hand guiding her over to the bed. It was still messy from the last time Nate was in bed. He never saw the point in making the bed when he knew he’d be back in after a few hours but this time he regretted it. It only made him think about Alana more than he wanted to. He wanted Ava. He loved her. Nate knew that much yet he couldn’t shake his mind off the other twin.

Leading Ava down onto the bed, Nate sat down beside her. His hand brushed up towards her neck, massaging her shoulders. His thumbs gently rubbed down her spine. “How does that feel?” He tilted his head forward, watching her expression. Nate wasn’t always quick with the romantic gestures but he had his moments.

There moments of uncertainty killed her. Ava knew she should trust Nate completely, but there was still doubt in her sometimes. It was small, just a seed but a seed was something. The moment she heard his voice and felt his arms wrap around her, Ava calmed down and felt reassured. Nothing was wrong and she knew she had to stop it. Wrapping her own arms around him, she leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes as she just relished being close to Nate. Everything about him made her heart race in that classic love story kind of way. Even when they had their problems, her love for him only grew as they worked past it all.

“I’m sorry it was rough. It might help if you take something for the hangover, you know.” She turned her face slightly more into Nate, not wanting to leave his arms. Something caught her attention, the smell of clean laundry mixing with something else. She couldn’t quite figure out just what it was, but she felt like she should know what it was. “Food and a movie on the couch with my amazing boyfriend? That sounds like the best thing in the world.” After everything with work, that was all she wanted to do. Later she’d hang out with her sister, maybe tomorrow, but for now she just wanted to spend time with Nate.

She considered what he’d said, nodding slightly as he pulled away and she looked at his face. Her hand fit nicely in his, something she always loved. “I suppose you’re right. I’ll have to make them notice me if I want to move up any further and get my name out there.” Ava moved to the bed with Nate, sitting down and taking a deep breath as she relaxed for the first time. “By the way, if you changed your body wash, you should switch back. Whatever it is leaves a weird smell.” She said with a laugh, leaning over to kiss his cheek when he sat down.

The sudden feeling of his hand running up and to her shoulders made her nerves light up, a shiver running down her spine. Ava let out a soft moan as Nate’s hands went to work on her shoulders and back. “Oh god, it feels amazing.” She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as the tension slowly dissipated. “Your hands are magic, seriously.” The brunette enjoy it, the feeling of his hands on her and the way the knots and tension in her muscles came undone. These were her favorite moments.

She turned on the bed so she could look at Nate even if her body wanted his hands to keep working. Ava looked at her boyfriend for a moment, taking him in as she raised a hand up to his cheek and ran her thumb along his cheekbone. “I know this might seem silly, but I want you to know that I love you so much. I know…we’ve had our problems, but you are amazing and I could never ask for someone better because there isn’t. You’re here when I need you, you’re supportive, and you listen.” Ava smiled, laughing quietly. “Alana and Dom should be jealous.”

#p:nate

days like these, you're all i need | | nate

nathaniel-tate

Jesus Christ. Nate muttered as he ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it as he stood under the shower which poured water down his face. It was only hours before that he had just woken up beside a woman other than his own girlfriend and Nate was eager to forget the entire thing had happened. He wondered if the other would do the same or would she ruin a good thing Nate finally had with his girlfriend, Ava. It would be a complete lie to say that Nate’s relationship with Ava wasn’t without its flaw and already on a tight rope. Hell, he couldn’t deny that what made their relationship what it is, was the absolute trail of faults that came with it. Mostly from Nate’s side. He wasn’t exactly the best at keeping things monogamous in the past but he did want to change. To some extent, Nate wanted to treat Ava right but sleeping with her sister fucked that all up. Switching the faucet off, Nate reached for a towel. Wrapping it around him, he made his way over to the sink and took a moment to stare at his reflection.

Whatever alcohol and drugs he had mixed in his system had completely flushed, leaving him with the aftermath effect. A banging headache and exhaustion. His eyes were sore and droopy, anyone would have thought he was currently still dosed up. Turning on the faucet, Nate splashed cold water over his face before rummaging through his cupboard for some pain killers. Popping one into his mouth, Nate threw a second one the back of his throat. He leant his head down to the sink, drinking straight from the tap. The urge to pop a few more played in the back of Nate’s mind but he decided against it, replacing it with another substance.

Walking back into his bedroom, he immediately went to his jacket placed on the floor in search for a roll up. “Something to take the edge off.” He reasoned with himself, eyeing his room for a lighter. Finding it by his bedside table, Nate began to blaze up a joint. The first inhale made Nate feel relaxed. The next few intakes caused Nate’s body and mind to ease up.

Rolling the joint in between his fore finger and thumb, Nate almost dropped it as he heard Ava’s voice call out for him. “Shit! Shit!” He panicked, moving back and forth in panic mode, trying to figure out what to do with the joint. Rushing over to the window, Nate chucked it out and left the window open. The smell of weed was lurking in the air and he knew the minute Ava stepped into the room, she’d know what’s up. Grabbing himself deodorant, Nate began to ridiculously spray the entire bottle. When the door opened, he pretended to spray himself, stopping once he caught a glimpse of Ava by the door. “Oh you did babe?” He stared at her emotionlessly before pushing a smile across his face that was beyond natural. Play. It. Cool. He thought to himself.

"Sorry." He raised the deodorant can, shaking it around. "I had just gotten out of the shower." Nate threw the can onto the bed as he walked over to the door. He wrapped his arms around Ava, planting a kiss on her lips. "How was your shift, babe?" Letting go of her, Nate turned around to search for some clothes in his wardrobe. The plaid shirts were playing tricks on Nate’s mind as he lost focus on the shirts, his vision blurring. Picking out the first thing he touched, Nate got himself dressed as he listened to Ava go on about shit he didn’t really care about but he occasionally nodded and muttered a word to show he was listening. His mind was completely elsewhere.

#p:nate #time:past #oops its short i apologize

Ava frowned, arms crossing over her chest as she watched Nate. After everything the two of them had gone through in the past, she knew how to pick up signs that something wasn't right. It also helped that they'd dated for so long. There were little things that made her red flags go up, but she tried to just shrug it off. Ava didn't want anything to be wrong. She wanted things to be okay with Nate after everything they'd gone through. She loved him too much to want to let him go, but it was times like these that reminded her of the last time. No...everything is okay. Nate wouldn't do anything like that, not after the breakup. She tried to convince herself.

"I can see that." She smiled and laughed, more than happy to be in his arms. Her hands moved to his shoulders, kissing him back softly before groaning at his question that followed. "Horrible. I had to do so much work and I think I only slept for two hours. Everything got done though and it seemed like they all liked it which is what's important." Ava ran a hand through her straightened hair, still watching Nate closely. "I don't know why I stick with it honestly. I feel like I'm so close to not being an intern anymore, but no offers so far." The brunette looked down at the floor, her tone showing just how exhausted she was from the all nighter.

"I don't know, Nate. Maybe I should just...Nate?" Ava stood up straight, looking at her boyfriend with a worried expression. "Is something wrong? You seem off. Did I do something? Did something happen when I was at work?"

Turning around, Ava shut the bedroom door behind her and moved closer to Nate. Although, she purposely stayed a bit away.

#p:nate

days like these, you're all i need | | nate

Finally.

It wasn't often that it happened, Ava needing to stay in overnight to finish a project. Her boss had been convinced that Ava could complete the project, but she hadn't been told any specifics at the time. The moment she sat down to do the work, she knew she was in for a long night. As much as she wanted to just go home, Ava left a text message to let her sister know she would be at work for the night and called Nate, getting his voicemail and letting him know the same thing. She'd worked all through the night, taken a quick nap on the little couch in the break room, and gone to the bathroom to prepare for the new day. That morning, she'd presented the project and then went back to work on the new tasks for the day.

Ava left work early, the afternoon sunlight fresh on her skin as she finally started on making her way home. The brunette didn't want to do anything but sit on the couch and curl up with her boyfriend for as long as she could. On the way back, Ava grabbed something from the nearby bakery to shove in her mouth, not able to remember the last time she ate. When work took over her life, those were the days she wondered why she did what she did. It took time for her to remember that she was close to not being an intern anymore. Just a bit longer.

When Ava got to the building, she was quick on her feet to get up to the floor and to the door. She was tempted to go see her sister, especially considering she never liked being away from her sister long, but it was days like these where Ava just needed Nate.

Unlocking the door, she walked in and just kicked off her heels, dropped her purse, and set the empty bakery bag on the little table next to the door. "Nate?" Ava called out, looking around the apartment. "Are you home, babe?" She moved over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for nothing really. Ava just grabbed the jug of milk and poured herself a glass to wash down the croissant that she'd just eaten on the way. Walking over to the door frame of the kitchen, she leaned against it and looked around, wondering if her boyfriend was in the bedroom.

Finishing her drink, she set the glass down and headed toward the back, opening the door to the bedroom. "Nate, I called for you." Ava said, pouting as she stood in the doorway.

breathe the sweet air | | dom

He laughed, as if he wasn’t falling into Ava’s orbit, as if her gravity wasn’t drawing him irrevocably closer. “You know that’s not what I meant,” he said, taking another step backwards. She seemed to follow his every move, teasing him with the barest brush of her lips on his jaw. Dom met her eyes, and it was as if something in his soul was seared in her gaze. And somehow, he was getting the feeling that he was fighting a losing battle.

Not that he was trying very hard. Dominic knew, in this moment, that he couldn’t deny Ava anything; and he knew he didn’t really want to. The space between them widened as she moved to towards the bed, but his eyes pursued her almost involuntarily, darting to the curve of her hips and the sweep of her hair above her neckline and the smooth, subtle dip of muscle at her calves. And then, the deliberate, sultry gaze that locked on his, tossed over her shoulder like bait.

"Fuck," he muttered. Then came a small, resigned groan as arousal curled in the pit of his stomach. Raising his voice, Dom summoned his bravado to smirk at Ava. "Don’t talk like that unless you’re prepared for the consequences, Myers."

In a moment, his grin flashed from playful to predatory. It took a few quick steps to bring himself close to Ava, and a few more to corner her, backing her against the wall of her room. The music was faded into the background now, as were any thoughts of Alana and Dylan; all Dominic heard was their mingled breathing, heavy with desire. His palms were spread flat on the wall on either side of her head, and he pressed his chest flush against hers, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to her ear. His heart was pounding, loudly and frighteningly quickly, and he wanted her to feel it through his chest. He wanted her to know, he wanted her to inhabit him for just a moment.

"Is that enough answer for you?" he whispered, before pressing an experimental kiss onto the pink, delicate shell.

There was a thick layer of desire that was building as the seconds passed by, as if it had always been there between the two of them and they were just know noticing it. Ava wasn't sure just what it was that had her wanting him so much. The music, the pent-up stress, or any of the other factors that were building up. It didn't matter what it was that caused it, she just knew that Dominic was attractive and that she wanted him.

She knew she had him. He was in the palm of her hand and she was more than happy to tighten her fingers and pull him off the last bit of edge that would send him falling into her. The smirk sent her way made her laugh, tucking her chin into her shoulder as if she were embarrassed. "How would there be consequences if no one but the two of us know?" Ava asked innocently, turning around to look at Dom completely. Every part of him only aroused her more, the lines of muscles that she could see and even just the look in his eyes. The moment they looked at her as if she belonged to him, she knew they'd fallen down the rabbit hole.

Her back hit the wall, Ava pressed up against it as her eyes stared up at Dominic. There was little space between them, allowing the lust to cloud around and encircle them. When he leaned closer, arms on either side of her, the breath that had was just about to fall out from her pink lips stopped, hitch in her throat. His heart was racing, just as fast as her own was beating, and for a moment it seemed like that was all she could hear. Their two hearts, beating loud and taking up the entire room. His question broke her from being lost in the sound, eyes closing at the kiss pressed to the shell of her ear.

"Plenty." Ava whispered, her hands coming up slowly, dipping themselves under Dom's shirt and pressing to the hot flesh that was underneath. "So take me. Make me yours." She added, turning her head to the side so she could kiss the corner of his mouth, what she could reach.

There was always a part of Ava that was a bit darker than her normal self, the part that wanted to make a disaster out of everything and turn life into something wild. With Dominic, that part of her was coming out. She was a good girl by normal standards, a little less than her sister, but that took effort. This took nothing but a release and Dom was her release.

Her nails ran down Dom's chest, smirk on her lips. "Let go with me, Dom, like you always want to. Just let go of the world."

#p:dom #time:past

alanamyers

Alana pursed her lips as Ava spoke, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.. primarily because part of her, well, part of her actually agreed with the words coming out of her sister’s mouth. “I’m organized, I’ll manage.” She casually replied, but a hint of doubt remained in the back of her mind — she decided not to dwell on it too much at the moment, instead, she smiled and turned to look at Ava. “I don’t like making promises I can’t keep, but we will see each other at least at either dinner or lunch — I promise.”

And she meant it; for truth be told, Alana had no intention whatsoever of going for more than half a day without seeing her sister.

Dropping the box on the toilet seat, the brunette returned to the room and searched for other boxes with the word "bathroom" written on it in bold sharpie. She let out a heartfelt laugh as Ava spoke. “I highly doubt it..” She paused for a second, as if suddenly she’d gotten lost in her own thoughts. “.. I’m.. nervous. I know it’s going to be different and I know they are going to be expecting a certain level.. I just don’t know what kind of level exactly and that makes me..” She picked up a box and glanced toward Ava before returning to the bathroom. “.. well, nervous.” Gently dropping the box on the sink, Alana opened the cabinet above it. Sliding her right index finger along the shelf, then inspected it — it was clean, surprisingly.

As Alana opened the boxes and started to unpack toothbrushes, combs, and towels, she smiled at Ava’s question. “You’re not going to hear me say I’m not apprehensive but.. I think so yeah.. I mean, I’m excited.” Shrugging, she glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t think about it too much Ava, there’s obviously going to be work but I’m sure there are going to be plenty of fun times as well.. and even if we just happened to land on the most boring college in New York, I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it fun.”

#c:alana #time:past #moment:college

Ava stopped what she was doing, frowning. She didn't like the sound of that, seeing her sister for so little time. It wasn't how Ava functioned. The two had always been together, stuck at the hip and without her then everything else seemed dull and to fall apart. "I think we need to see each other for at least two meals in the day and we'll be able to hang out here in the room after classes and everything once that whole audition things comes around, which you'll for sure get." Ava said it casually, although there was a sharp tone in her voice. She was worried, that's for sure. College would be a nightmare without her sister being there most of the time.

A couple hours without Alana, sure. A whole day, possibly more? No.

Ava grabbed a box label with the word 'desk' and moved over to her desk in the room, setting her books out on the little bookshelf and getting her pencils, pens, and other stuff all lined up and neat. "You should be a little nervous to keep you on your toes, but don't freak yourself out, Alana. You're gonna probably be one of the best, if not the best, dancer.They're gonna be begging for you." She had full confidence in her twin, especially after all the practice and hard work she'd seen her sister put into getting to where she is now.

Finger gripped a stack of sketchpads and set them out on the desk to organize them by the kind of paper that was inside of them. She made sure that none of them were ruined by the drive over too. "I think it's going to be amazing. I mean, we get to do what we love to do and learn more for it and at the same time we get to have fun in the best city over." Ava grabbed her littler container with three drawers, organizing her colored pencils, sketch pencils, and other art materials for when she works on her designs.

Finished with her desk, the brunette walked over to her box that was labeled with the word 'bed' so she could at least get that ready to go. And also collapse on it after and maybe take a nap while Alana unpacked. "I think we should go out tonight, celebrate finally being here!" Ava decided, throwing on the first sheet for the bed and lifting up the mattress to get it to stay on.

breathe the sweet air | | dom

He felt intoxicated, and he hadn’t even needed alcohol or drugs to work himself up to this high. It was just there, it was terrifyingly accessible. Somewhere the music climbed and climbed, curving violently into its heart-pounding climax, and Dominic tilted his head downwards to look her in the eyes.

Why not why not why not, the voice in his head singsonged ecstatically. He could feel the warmth of her skin through her shirt, beneath his palms. His grip on her waist tightened as he let out a desperate gasp, and he wasn’t dancing so much as grinding his hips against hers, the music setting a slow, throbbing beat that made him shudder down to the curl of his toes. This was all happening too fast, just the way Dom liked it.

He bent lower to touch his nose to her neck and inhaled, and maybe it should’ve been weird that he couldn’t tell the difference between her scent and Alana’s - maybe that should’ve set off warning bells in his head, but he couldn’t care less. He was this close to throwing himself off that cliff, to crossing a line that he wouldn’t be able to turn back from, and he was unshakeably aware of it. Groaning softly into her neck, heady with arousal, he tugged her closer to him and moved to meet her lips.

The whirring noise of the stereo startled him, as the song ended and faded into the next. He shook his head and pulled away dazedly.

"I can’t," he said, but he said it around a smirk, and he said it like he didn’t mean a word of it. "You know why." He ran his hand down the smooth curve of her back for a last time, before reluctantly releasing her and stepping backwards.

"Maybe if I were drunk," he added, laughing as if it didn’t matter, as if mere moments ago he’d kissed his girlfriend’s sister. For just a second, but still. Fuck. Yet Dominic didn’t feel as bad about it as he knew he should. “And maybe if we knew the other two wouldn’t be home soon.” He was only partly joking. The what if was still burning under his skin, and he knew it wouldn’t be quenched that easily, but if he laughed it off maybe he could forget that he just cheated on his girlfriend. ”We should do this again sometime.”

Dom was not Dylan. That registered in her brain loud and clear but there were a million other thoughts that ran through her hair. How Dylan had cheated on her before. How Dom fulfilled some part of her that her sister and Dylan couldn't. How there was just something so intoxicating and alluring about Dom that made it impossible to stay away from him.

Her head tilted up slightly when she felt his head at her neck, his nose touching the skin there and she could feel his breath ghosting over her skin and down into her shirt. And oh god, the way her body reacted to that. All she wanted was for him to kiss her right then and there and when she felt herself being tugged closer, she was giddy at what was to come.

But then it was over. The kiss was like an added temptation to drive her wild and she fed into it, wanting more. Those two words had her glaring, unhappy with the fact that he was saying no, but he wasn't really. Ava let out a little whine when she felt his hand moving down her spine, the spot that always got to her. Something about her spine was sensitive and the way he ran his fingers down her back lit up a fire that had only been a small thing.

"So I'm only good enough drunk?" Ava said with an accusing tone, trying to make him feel bad for being mean even if he did laugh. Besides, no one told her no. It was simple as that. The next song was playing, but she wasn't paying attention to it now. He attention was all on Dom. "Dom..." Ava whispered, that sweet whisper that she used so often on Dylan and on any guy in her past. She moved closer to him, her hand reaching to touch his arm delicately. "Dominic, look at me." Ava's voice was a bit more stern, enticing.

She leaned up on her toes, her plump lips grazing his jawline once more before she made it to the corner of his mouth and stopped. Her eyes peeked up at him before she stepped away. "I never took you for a man who'd denies himself something he wants." Ava said, her fingers touching the end of her bed as she looked over her shoulder at him since she'd turned away. "Tell me Dom...Do you want me?" She wanted the honest answer from him.

#p:dom #time:past

alanamyers

Alana only let out a short, amused laugh at her sister’s reply. Ava wasn’t telling any lies, she did have a way not only with people, but also with words; a way that made it very difficult for anyone to ignore or say no to her. Alana had to admit, it was charming characteristic that came in handy for often than not. Whenever they happened to get into trouble, Alana was good at coming up with logical explanations on the spot, and Ava was good at selling them. Alana was never big on lying or coming up with excuses — she could’t deny that she had somewhat of a talent when it came to the latter, but she very seldom resorted to it, she didn’t like it, it made her feel uncomfortable.. but when it came to Ava, she’d do anything. Leaning back a little, Alana placed the plan of her right hand over her chest in a purposely overly-dramatic gesture. “Such a tempting proposal…” She paused, as if considering her sister’s suggestion — she’d made up her mind about getting more storage space minutes ago, but she was in good enough of a mood to be a little playful. Organizing her clothe by colour really wasn’t going to be much of a bother, but when you threw Ava’s into the mix, things got a little more confusing and time-consuming.

Noticing Ava wrinkling her nose, she smiled. “It’s just a few years Ava, it’ll go by in the blink of an eye, you’ll see.” In all honest, Alana wasn’t looking forward for that to happen - while she was a fairly adaptable person, not being at school was something that scared her a little. Perhaps it was a silly fear, but school, classes, papers.. that had always come fairly easy to her (some days more than others but, overall, she knew she was good when it came to academics), it was being a fully independent adult that scared her — she didn’t fear the responsibilities that came with it, no, she knew she could take those, the fear of failure on the other hand….

At her sister’s next words, Alana nodded - a grin gracing her lips. “We are pretty fast at organizing.” When they put their minds to it, that was. She highly doubted they’d have the room fully cleaned and organized by the end of the day, but Alana was fine with just getting rid of the majority of the boxes they’d brought with them. “Oh Ava, I am happy and I don’t think I need help when it comes to that department.. well, maybe a little.. but either way, I’ve got more important things on my mind—— and speaking of important things,” she said, snapping her fingers as she spoke, before standing up from the bed. “I need to stop by Joffrey’s tomorrow or so..” Picking up a box with the word "bathroom" written on it in bold sharpie, Alana made her way to the bathroom. “Auditions only open in January but I can’t go that long without classes.”

#c:alana #time:past #moment:college

Ava continued to put clothes away even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. If it would make her sister happy though, she'd do it with a little bit of complaint. There was noise coming out from the hallway, people running around and talking and doing all they wanted to do while she was stuck in the room. Ava was sure that she could be the social queen in less than an hour if she could get out the door and mingle.

"You're gonna have the busiest schedule in the world and you're not going to know what to do with yourself. Just don't forget that you've gotta be able to have lunch with me every day and be back for dinner." Ava said the last part with a bit of a stern tone. That was a rule that she had when it came to going to college. She wanted to make sure the two of them saw each other as much as they could. With the two different areas of study they were doing, it was going to be hard as it was but Ava wasn't going to let her and Alana get separated in any way. She loved her sister too much and couldn't be without her for too long as it was.

"Get classes going, audition when the time comes, and you'll be set. You'll impress the people there and they'll never look at anyone else the same every again because everyone is going to have to live up to you." Ava finished the first box of clothes and move on to the next. It seemed like forever before she'd finished the the closet, even putting in the rest of the stuff.

Finding the box for her bed, she grabbed it and moved to put the sheets on it. "You think it's all gonna be fun, Alana?" Ava asked, looking over her shoulder. "This whole college thing. Do you think it's gonna be fun or all work?"

breathe the sweet air | | dom

Sometimes Dominic wished he was a photographer, because there were a ton of mental images he wanted to preserve in his mind forever - like Ava Myers, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy glint in her eyes, teasing and euphoric and absolutely invulnerable.

"You’re right," he said, a grin widening across his face slowly. "Fuck dinner." They’d never been the sensible halves of their respective relationships, anyway. He let himself be pulled forward, nearly tripping after her, and laughed boldly as he felt the music thudding his heartbeat along with it. He danced, and he was well aware that he looked pretty stupid dancing like that, hands waving everywhere and gangly, lean hips swaying, but all that self-consciousness melted away. The surge of childish, carefree delight that swept him up was overwhelming; he was happy, really happy, and nothing but happy.

Dancing closer to Ava, he leaned towards her ear and said, over the music, “This is fucking great.” His smile was manic and involuntary, and so were his hands, when they settled on Ava’s hips. She was right about knowing how to work them; they moved smoothly under his palms, all soft, welcoming curves. He swayed with her, which was even better than dancing - dancing together, inhabiting the music in the exact same way, felt a crazy kind of good.

This was spontaneity, this was the kind of high that Alana had never wanted to indulge him. They had fun together, but not this kind of fun, and this was Dom’s favourite kind of fun. Two people and a room. Good music loud enough to pound in his head, soft enough to keep everything intimate and within these four walls. He matched her movements awkwardly, clumsily, throwing his head back to laugh when he bumped his foot against hers more than once.

There was a smirk on her lips when Dom started to dance with her, happy that she got him to actually dance. She wanted to share the moment with him, the moment of just letting go of everything and realizing that you could easily drop everything to just dance or do anything you wanted. Ava's laugh chimed out in the room as she watched him dancing. He obviously hadn't been graced with dance moves but Ava was happy to get to see the sigh of him trying to dance.

She was acutely aware of the hands on her hips, his voice in her ear, and the feeling of him being so close to her. There was something about Dom that electrified parts of her, made a part of her feel so alive and on top of everything. There wasn't a voice that rang out in her head to warn her as she moved her hips against Dom's hands and to the pulse of the music. Ava rarely had that popular little voice ringing in her head, only because she tended to throw herself into everything and hope for the best.

The music kept playing and Ava didn't stop dancing or laughing, especially when she felt Dom's foot bumping into her own. Turning around in his hands, she slid her arms up and locked her hands together at the back of his neck, giving him a coy little smirk. Her feet shifted to bring her a bit closer. She popped up on her toes to make herself a bit taller, lips running down along his jawline. "Kiss me." She whispered against his skin.

#p:dom #time:past

All these roads strear me wrong but I still drive them all night long ||Ava and Dylan||

Dylan giggled her description at her description of his best friend and roommate. He relaxed into her, his eyes closing as he stood there smelling her hair. It was weird but it was something her always did when it came to Ava. It just smelled lovely. No girl he’d ever met had smelled like her. She was so unique it made Dylan feel bad for cheating on her, sometimes. There were a few things that had any worth to him and Ava was one of them. She was his treasure.

"Oh, it’s accelerating" He kissed her passionately before pulling away "and I wouldn’t have it any other way" Dylan ran his hand through his hair and smiled. "I do make days shine. Your sister often says the sun doesn’t shine out my ass but I think it does"

He laid back on the bed, shoes off and smiled, “Oh poor you” He feigned sadness before pulling her to him. A kiss on the top of her head and he smiled. “What were you watching? That looks complicated.” He said turning his head pretending she was watching porn. “I’m not that flexible”

Ava could find herself laughing for hours with Dylan when the two of them were like this. It was amazing how long the two of them had been together when she thought about it, five years. They had their own problems, but they were still committed and loved each other. "Alana just doesn't want to admit that she likes you so she's gonna say things like that. But you'll always make mine shine when you're with me."

She curled into him, fingers of her left hand knotting in his shirt. Ava had a thing about doing that, a natural reaction whenever she cared about people and didn't want them to leave. With her sister, she'd always grab the girl's hand, but with Dylan, she clung to his shirt...if he had one on depending on the moment.

"Yes, poor me!" Ava kissed under Dylan's chin a few times, peeking at him from under her eyelashes. "Oh yeah, I figured we'd try some new things. I'm sure we can make you that flexible. Maybe I'll send you to Alana's dance place to try and work on that." Ava joked with her boyfriend. "But really, I was reading." The brunette grabbed the magazine on the bed. "The wedding issue for the magazine comes out next week so I have to do some research."

Setting it to the side, she looked back up at him, tapping his chin with a finger. "Guess what?" She whispered. "I love you."

#p:dylan #time:past

All these roads strear me wrong but I still drive them all night long ||Ava and Dylan||

When the door opened Dylan smiled because she looked hot. “Of course it’s for you. Dominic wouldn’t accept it. Something about him being in a relationship” Dylan joked as he walked into the room to hug his girlfriend. He hugged her tightly and smiled resting his chin on her head. He sighed, content and kept hugging her, she smelled good.

"I always think of you" Honesty was not one of his fortes but this time he was being truthful. He always though of Ava. Even when he used to cheat on her. "How was your day? Be tee dubs where’s the she-witch?" He asked referring to Alana.

Ava rolled her eyes. "Dominic, the painful poet can't accept a rose? I'll make sure to tell him you were hurt by his denial of it when we hang out next." She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend when he hugged her, closing her eyes as she just relaxed into him. Too much time away and she missed him more than ever. Not that it really had been that long, but an hour was forever for Ava. Dylan meant so much to her, so much that she couldn't not have him in her life.

"That much make working pretty hard if I'm bouncing around in your head." Ava said quietly, pulling away enough so she could look him in the eyes. "My day was pretty good, but now it's even better."

The mention of her sister made the brunette laugh, pulling away enough to tug on Dylan's hand to pull him over to the bed. "She's at some dance thing or whatever. I've been all alone for a while now which makes me sad." Ava pouted, sitting on the bed with her sad look.

#p:dylan #time:past

All these roads strear me wrong but I still drive them all night long ||Ava and Dylan||

Dylan smiled as he walked into the twins apartment. “Ava? You here, hun?” He shouted as he walked the hallway to Ava’s room. Dylan had been a good boy lately and kept the cheating to a nil these past few months. He was trying to make right by Ava. Dylan loved her and the thought of losing her scared the hell out of him.

He knocked on the door twice and waited to be let into her locked room, “Come on Ava! It’s not like I haven’t seen what your hiding” He teased leaning against the door frame with a rose in his hand.

#time:past #moment #p:dylan #it's fine!

Ava had just finished taking a long bath and was curled up on her bed, the television playing whatever random show. She was more occupied with the fashion magazine in her hands. The sound of Dylan's voice had her looking up, the brunette letting out a squeak before she got up and ran for the door, locking it so she could get to her closet and get dressed. Other than the bathrobe she had, there was nothing else on.

She rolled her eyes at his teasing, laughing loudly for him to hear. "I'm coming!" Ava got herself dressed in black shorts and a red tank top, leaving it at that as she ran to the door to open it. "I needed to get dressed, Mr impatient. Is that for me?" She push the door all the way open, eyeing the rose before looking up at Dylan. "Aw, your were thinking about me."

breathe the sweet air | | dom

He saved the document on his laptop with rare satisfaction - that was pretty good stuff, even if he thought so himself. The only poems of his that were ever published were pieces about family and growing up, but the ones he really liked writing were about girls. His girls, all the girls he’d wanted to have, all the missed chances and double takes and second glances that just stopped there. Those poems he didn’t show to Alana; Dom was tactful when he wanted to be.

The click of the door closing was audible from where he sat at his desk. “Alana?” he called, closing his laptop and standing. There was no reply; probably next door, then. Dominic stretched, relaxing after a few hours hunched over his writing, and pulled on a comfortable old shirt before hip-checking the door to the apartment open. Writing, and writing something good, always improved his mood tenfold; sometimes it was better than any kind of high. It had replaced the Adderall, back in those days.

He didn’t bother putting on shoes or changing out of his sweatpants - it was Ava and Dylan, for Christ’s sake - before opening the door to their shared apartment. “Anyone home?” he asked the empty living room. Music drifted from one of the rooms within, and he moved down the hallway, following it like a hound on a scent. Dominic sure hoped he wasn’t about to walk in on the two of them having sex - then again, hey, kinky.

Smirking to himself at the thought, he stopped in a doorway and leaned against the frame. So there was the source of the music - one dancing Ava Myers, lost in her own world. She was a good dancer, he observed. Not as good as Alana, of course, but she could move with confidence and grace. And she was so obviously happy and carefree that he couldn’t help enjoying it, that the watching was just so satisfying. That was the thing - he’d never seen Alana doing anything like this before.

"Nice moves," he said, after what felt like an appropriate interval of silent observation. He didn’t want her to stop dancing, but he didn’t want to freak her out either, and the latter won in the end. "I was going to ask if you guys wanted to order anything for dinner, but…" He shrugged, helplessly, and grinned. "Arctic Monkeys, right? I love this song."