Mimi was practically always FILLED with confidence. It was almost as if she consisted of it, along with pride and stubbornness and loyalty. Thus, most of the time, she roamed the halls with her head held high, heels hitting the stone floor and the slightest, most elegant smile tugging at the corners of her lips— because she was Mimi Whitten. And if she was Mimi Whitten, nothing could be wrong. There were only a few times when that confidence shifted inside of her, and the oddest part of all was that usually Archibald was the one to cause that movement. It seemed as if her sense of self was never steady with him, shifting from overly confident to something not quite confident at all. And she hated herself for it. She hated herself for letting a man ( Archibald Rowle of all ) change her and change how she viewed herself. But still there she was, standing in front of the man, so utterly vulnerable but riding on a high that came from Archibald’s eyes on her body. She knew that he liked what he saw, and why wouldn’t he? Mimi looked great, it was not a secret. Not even to the girl herself, although to many other girls it seemed to be the hardest thing in the world— to love themselves. This was ALSO something the girl knew for sure, because not all of her friends thought so highly of their own bodies, or their own faces, or their own hair. No MATTER how beautiful they were. And thus she felt a little like she was betraying her own morals and her own friends by standing there, half naked in front of a man who tossed aside feelings like it was no one’s business. She often thought of these things the morning after as she lay in a bed that was both cold and warm at the same time, rays of sun eager to flood into her eyes through her closed eyelids as a gentle heat cradled her cheeks. Maybe that was why she always ended up there, building stronger walls around her heart and her mind in the soft morning glow— because she never thought of these things BEFORE it had happened. This time was no exception. Mimi’s eyes were glowing with a passion brighter than anything in that room, limbs aching to be touched by Archibald, to be consumed in everything he had and everything he was. And when a few words fell from his lips, his tone rising slightly upwards in a question, Mimi’s lips parted gently, all of her energy going into NOT lunging forward right then and there. She wanted him to be the one to do it. Luckily, it didn’t take long until their skin made contact again, a soft moan escaping Mimi’s lips. And it felt like she could breathe again, her eyes pressing closed as her hands traveled up and down on Archibald’s body, the need to touch every part of him so intoxicating that she felt as if she had no control over her own body. His words echoed through her head, knees almost giving in under the weight of the emotions rushing inside of her, causing her to lose her breath once again when she felt his lips on her neck. Her hands grabbed his neck desperately as she threw her head back, revealing more of her skin as a moan left her lips. “Fuck”, she gasped softly, not able to help herself as she pulled him even closer, her back hitting the cold stone wall while her fingers moved to unbutton the rest of his shirt, her delicate hands desperately ripping it off and tossing it aside. Mimi held a pause then, opening her eyes enough to glance at the newly naked skin right in front of her, escaping from his lips to press a few soft kisses down his torso, hands grazing his sides before her hands quickly and desperately started to unbuckle his belt. She wanted ALL of him, right then and there, and maybe even more than that she wanted him to want her. She wanted to hear his raspy voice echo through the room with groans of pleasure and want and need, the hairs on her body standing up with just the THOUGHT of it. Mimi glided her hand on the front of his pants before tossing the belt aside as well, brown eyes glancing up at his eyes before starting to gently pull his pants down as she knelt in front of him, gently but firmly guiding him to lean against the cold wall. “Do you want me to stop?” Her voice echoed from the walls in a bright, almost naive tone as a dark brow arched delicately upwards, her teeth locking her lower lip in place.
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