TEDDY’S WANDERING TOUCH HAS BECOME SO INNATE to clementine that it barely registers to her —- his touch at her hips feels familiar, and it’s only when she finally holds kit’s gaze that she acknowledges her own poor manners. god, she’s so pretty —— for a photographer who captures the essence of others, kit rarely seemed aware of her own beauty. she doesn’t know if it’s nostalgia or the weed or pure instinct ( probably a cocktail of all three ) but something propels her forward and has clementine capturing her lips in a soft kiss ; the contact alone sets off a roar of butterflies in her stomach, the perfect way to punctuate her high. “ we’ll take whatever you’ve got, kitty kat, ” she coos, beaming as she pulls away.
“ god, this place is always so clean, i think it’s gonna give me toxic shock. how did you ever put up with me, baby ? ” clementine wanders around as if she had any real merit to do so, aside from kit’s patience and an unearned sense of ownership. she turns to teddy, pulling him close enough to drape her arms over broad shoulders, “ i would spend days in her bedroom, we wouldn’t let each other leave. sound familiar ? ”
clementine knows kit’s watching, and she knows teddy’s watching her fawn over kit, and this echo chamber of longing and confusion starts to feel a little dull in comparison to what they could be doing. pale digits dip into her back pocket, feeling for the pretty little pills that just might close the gap between these two common denominators. she shuffles teddy toward the couch, opts to focus her dazed attention on her ex. “ kit, do you have any plans tonight ? we wouldn’t want to impose or anything. ”
HE’S LATE ON THE DRAW, always one sluggish step behind, and it’s only now that he’s untangling this web clem has spun for kit and her wide eyed innocence. it can be assumed teddy’s caught up in it, too, as he brushes his lips over the exposed, milky curve of her shoulder, playing devil’s advocate beneath kit’s steeled gaze. she’s an ex, he realizes, and he offers the slow spread of his lips in a wicked, cheshire grin as his thumbs work their circles into the salacious dip of clem’s spine. “ depends on how STRONG your mixology skills are, ” he replies, hands falling uselessly to his sides when clem breaks away from his grip to instead focus her full attention, then her lips, on the girl stood peaked as a ghost only a few inches away.
HE ALMOST ENVIES HER, not for clem’s enveloping softness, but for the strings that come with it. teddy’s never felt that, not for anyone—his flings are always lust driven and physical—and even with clem, as endearingly as she strokes his hair when he’s losing his vision with the prick of a needle, his chest is empty come morning. she’s crashing back into him, and he accepts the intrusion with open arms now that she’s done peacocking for a breath. “ looks like you found your way out somehow, but i imagine if her bedroom’s so cozy it could accommodate one extra guest. ” he’s casting a wink kit’s way, complemented by his trademark magnetic simper. “ that’s all up to you, though, of course. ”
THE SOFA WELCOMES HIM with its plush embrace, and teddy wastes no time making himself at home, his head lolling back into the cushion and arms swinging over the backboard. the control is all in clementine’s hands, and he’s more than happy to play as her pawn. “ we’ve already got her blessing, clem, take a load off. you’re probably making her nervous with the interrogation. ”
The changing mood in the room threatens to give Kit whiplash as one moment, she finds her arms full of her ex, eyes fluttering closed as their lips meet, and the next she’s back to wrapping herself around Teddy, talking about their sex life like they’re a bunch of best friends gossiping. And he’s certainly right that she’s making Kit nervous. They both are. Teddy’s comment about an extra guest in her bedroom, especially. Is that why Clem had brought him here? What exactly were they expecting to happen? She could already feel her cheeks heating at the implication.
It’s not exactly that Kit is shy about sex. No, she’s fairly comfortable with her body and the pleasures it could bring, but she’d never been especially good at sharing. Especially with a stranger that may be in a position to take Clem away from her, depending on the nature of their relationship. Not that Clem was hers to take away anymore. For all the brunette knew, this may be her only way of being with the other woman ever again. But did that make it worth it?
If she was smart, she’d lie, tell them that she had somewhere to be soon, but she’d always been terrible at lying. Couldn’t keep a poker face to save her life. So once more she relents, giving a small shake of her head as her eyes narrow in on the little baggie in Clem’s grip. She’d hoped that in their time apart, the blonde might have gotten help, but apparently not. “You don’t think you’re going to be doing that here, do you?”