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ROMEO + JULIET (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

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"it's horrible," louis confirms before pressing a slow kiss against her jaw. truly, a horrendous fate for a man so young — torn between swollen lips and all the parts of her body that for now remain teasingly hidden beneath thin fabric ( and then of course: those steelblue eyes ). how could he ever behave? not delve into rather scandalous daydreams that seek to be made reality? april's embarassment over the forgotten game only adds to his seemingly impossible quest, the red burning cheeks accentuating the shape of her pretty face, making her seem almost innocent, as if she's not the sweetest succubus he has ever met. "oh, i'm sorry. am i making you uncomfortable?" before she can reply, he removes his hand from her boob ( sadly ) and frames her face instead. slowly brushes back caramel strands of hair, extensively beholding her fine features like she is something precious he isn't willing to share . . . another kiss is then brought to her face, this time placed against her forehead.

louis raises an eyebrow at the mention of his eye colour. "really, huh?" reply lacks a bit of quick-wittedness. this time, it's his turn to be embarassed, although the crimson on his cheeks fails to appear. receiving genuine compliments that aren't directly connected to either his cock or oral techniques hits different . . . nicely, and yet a little uneasily. the lack of words doesn't stay for long, his next question drenched in classic louistic smugness, any evidence of said embarassment quickly obliterated: "does that make me more special?" louis then prepares himself for the upcoming round by basically mirroring april's movements, slightly shifting positions and sitting up a little straighter. "dare," he replies. "give it your best shot, missy." his hand finds hers, keeping it on his chest as slender fingers brush across her knuckles.

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“horribly  uncomfortable,  can’t  you  tell?”  it’s  entirely  cheeky,  given  the  way  she’s  so  easily  perched  atop  him  and  melting  into  every  touch  —  frankly,  louis  could  spend  every  conversation  with  his  hand  encircling  her  tit,  and  she’d  never  complain.  he  feels  good  on  her,  natural  and  comfortable,  and  it’s  the  sort  of  intimacy  that  april  can’t  allow  herself  to  overthink  . . .  and  then  he’s  kissing  her  forehead,  something  so  goddamn  delicate  that  she’s  briefly  stunned,  utterly  softened.  her  lips  pull  into  a  gentle  pout,  channeling  her  bubbling  affection  into  playful  frustration  with  a  knitted  brow  and  her  forehead  pressed  against  his.  “louis  belvedere,  you  are  so—”  so  handsome,  so  stupidly  charming,  so  annoyingly  clever,  so  ridiculously  intoxicating, “—such  a  pain  in  the  ass.”  yet  the  smile  that  envelopes  her  face  is  entirely  fond,  warm,  and  she  cements  her  point  with  her  own  lips  pressing  a  gentle  kiss  against  his  temple.  “of  course,  you’re  the  most  special. it's quite frustrating for me.”  the  giggles  that  frame  each  word  shouldn’t  negate  the  utter  sincerity  of  them,  and  the  slight  hitch  in  her  chest  when  she  realizes  she  might’ve  made  him  a  little  shy.  these  are  the  things  they  don’t  say,  but  the  lines  feel  a  little  blurred  tonight.  

she  takes  a  thoughtful  pause  to  consider  their  dare,  though  the  way  he  encloses  his  hand  over  hers  pinches  her  cheeks  pink,  provoking  her  to  lightly  bite  down  on  her  bottom  lip.  normally  she’d  conjure  up  the  craziest  dare  possible,  anything  to  test  the  boundaries  of  their  respective  comfort  zones  —  but  april  realizes  that  she  doesn’t  want  louis  to  be  too  far  from  her,  doesn’t  want  even  a  fraction  of  a  second  where  they’re  not  mere  inches  from  each  other.  her  gaze,  heavy-lidded  and  fond,  fixes  on  his  handsome  countenance,  smirking  as  the  dare  strikes  her.  “i  dare  you,”  she  begins,  eyes  flashing  down  to  his  idyllic  mouth,  “to  kiss  me  like  it’s  the  last  time  you’d  ever  see  me.  to  kiss  me  like  your  life  depended  on  it.”  it’s  an  utterly  indulgent  dare,  but  the  tension  is  thick,  and  she’s  nothing  if  not  greedy  when  it  comes  to  louis.  “the  sort  of  kiss  that  people  dream  about.  think  you  can  do  that?” lips  curve  upwards,  keen  on  pushing  his  buttons,  “give  me  your  best  shot,  mister.”

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A Dinner Date With Barbara Palvin & Dylan Sprouse | British Vogue

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Her (2013)

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his bite rewards him with a whimpered louis — not exactly what he was going for, he had hoped for a scream instead, but he will take it. the ego boost from having his name called out on air easily surpasses the possible amusement from an emitted cry caused by a bite she wasn't expecting. "oh no," he replies, voice laced with feigned horror. anew, his hands almost automatically find her frame after she repositions herself, stabilizing her, holding her in place. "trapped under a girl who isn't wearing a bra. poor me, how will i ever recover?" where would he be going? to his apartment, to hang out with himself instead? not when he has better options . . . head leans back, slate blue eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he induldes in the kisses placed along his jawline — soft kisses with an underlying hunger that is both sweet and ecstatic. the paradoxic kind of kiss he never expects from men, only women instead.

"actually, i'm just trying to play truth or dare." right . . . the little game she had started and that had brought them in this rather unfortunate position. a low laugh rumbles in his chest as soon as he feels the plump form of her breast filling his palm, making his timbre seem a little deeper than usual, his intentions a bit more devious. fingers curl around the firm flesh, an appreciating squeeze following immediately after. "someone's horny today," louis notes before starting to gently twist her nipple between thumb and index finger. he isn't planning on fucking her here, getting interrupted by her radio host duties every few minutes. however, another plan is beginning to form in his head. "—it's your turn, i believe." ah yes, the game.

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“god,  i  know,  you  must  be  suffering,”  april  taunts  breathlessly,  always  keen  to  trade  jabs  with  him  even  when  a  solid  percentage  of  her  focus  is  fixated  on  all  the  things  she’d  like  to  do  to  louis  —  it’s  always  been  this  curious  game  of  push  and  pull  with  them,  perpetually  getting  under  each  other’s  skin  while  indulging  in  the  sensual  delights  of  all  they  could  do  to  each  other’s  skin,  and  then  some.  and  when  louis  brings  her  attention  back  to  their  little  game,  april’s  cheeks  pinch  bright  red  with  only  slight  embarrassment  that  she’s  gotten  herself  so  swept  up  in  their  intimacy.  “fuck,  right,  truth  or  dare,”  she  laughs,  sitting  up  somewhat  and  trying  to  maintain  some  semblance  of  control  . . .  given  the  swell  of  her  lips  from  their  crushing  kisses,  her  flushed  cheeks,  and  slightly  unkempt  caramel  tresses  spilling  over  her  shoulders,  she  imagines  she  certainly  don’t  look  the  part.  before  he  can  get  too  smug,  she  quirks  a  brow  at  him,  “somebody’s  horny,  he  says,  with  his  hand  on  my  tit.”  like  she’s  not  the  one  who  led  him  there.

“alright,  alright,  since  someone  would  clearly  rather  play  a  game  than  get  any  action,”  she  trails  off  playfully,  sitting  up  a  little  straighter  in  his  lap,  though  slender  digits  are  still  lightly  curled  at  the  back  of  his  neck  in  her  endless  quest  for  physical  contact  with  louis,  “—  you’re  back  in  the  hot  seat.”  her  gaze  locks  on  him  for  a  moment,  quietly  admiring  the  way  he  looks  when  he’s  wrapped  in  her,  especially  his  eyes  and  their  languid  warmth.  she  cracks  a  small  smile,  wholly  sincere  and  fond,  as  her  fingertip  drifts  to  trace  the  outline  of  his  mouth,  “your  eyes  have  a  little  bit  of  gold  in  them.”  yes,  they’re  deep  blue,  almost  oceanic,  but  when  she’s  this  close,  gifted  with  delicious  proximity,  she  can’t  help  but  notice  the  burning  gold  amidst  the  midnight  blue.  her  cheeks  burn  crimson,  ducking  her  head  bashfully.  “right,  back  to  the  game,”  she  giggles,  smoothing  a  hand  over  his  chest,  “go  on,  then:  truth  or  dare?” 

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"i surely am," he mumbles, breathing against her skin. impossible to behave like a decent human being, quite certainly impossible to love, and yet . . . "—and yet i'm holding you in my arms, keeping you company during work. how dare i." a lazy smile accompanies his words, accentuating the wrinkles around his eyes, making him look a little tired. he is anything but, a night owl at heart, his attention entirely and absolutely focussed on the girl in his lap — how could he be tired? "you—" indeed, he was about to reply with some classic louis-isms, but gets shut up quite effectively. not that he would mind . . . at the end of the day, he is just a guy, isn't he? easily prone to physical touches and female assets. hers, in particular. big hands automatically find her butt, palms possessively cupping both cheeks as they kiss each other as if they are starving, as if they have never kissed each other before.

unfortunately, the kiss ends too soon. tongue licks across his bottom lips to gather the last remnant of her taste, saccharine and peccable, followed by white teeth digging into the swollen flesh as well, his eyes drawn to her lips for a moment before he locks gazes with her again. "i can leave, if that makes you feel better. wouldn't want you to get fired because of how distracting i am." ah, there it is — those louis-isms that make him look like an asshole while he keeps holding her like the sweet boyfriend he definitely isn't ( ? ). he is impossible, and he makes sure she knows. his hands roam her back, up and down again, tenderly clinging round her petite frame. he then leans in, finding the small crook of her neck again, greedily soaking up the familiar warmth of her skin. a lazily hummed "mhm" is all he gives her when being asked for advice. frankly, he doesn't give a single fuck about that dude's dating life. he does, however, give a fuck about april's cleavage, and that's where he practically buries his face. the grip on her back thightens as he bites her breast through the fabric of her shirt.

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that  little  mhm,  so  dismissive  and  resolute,  is  so  quintessentially  louis  that  april  can’t  even  bring  herself  to  be  annoyed  in  the  slightest  —  frankly,  with  his  ravenous  touch  encompassing  her,  she’s  having  difficulty  culling  any  sympathy  for  their  unfortunate  caller.  when  his  teeth  grazes  her  breast  through  the  thin  fabric  of  her  shirt,  her  chest  unencumbered  by  any  bra  as  usual,  she’s  putty  in  his  grasp,  and  she  can’t  resist  whimpering  his  name  before  hanging  up  the  call  -   she’s  confident  that  she’ll  receive  some  reprimand  for  this  from  the  station  manager  come  tomorrow,  but  it’s  such  a  minute  concern  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things  that  she  can’t  even  pretend  to  care.  she  keeps  a  firm  grip  on  the  front  of  his  t-shirt  when  she  reaches  aside  to  continue  her  queued  playlist,  promising  them  another  few  minutes  of  uninterrupted  fun.  once  she  hears  jeff  buckley’s  voice  croon  over  the  radio  waves,  she  shifts  her  focus  back  to  louis  -  this  time,  though,  she  straddles  herself  on  his  lap,  thighs  draped  on  either  side  of  him  and  bracketing  the  boy  in  place.  “for  the  record,”  her  voice  is  low,  breathless,  “you  are  not  going  anywhere.”

her  body  aches  for  him,  loathed  as  she  is  to  admit it;  there’s  not  a  single  inch  of  skin  that  doesn’t  crave  his  mouth,  his  touch,  his attention and  when  she’s  gathering  him  in  a  lingering,  all-consuming  kiss,  she  can’t  resist  digging  her  nails  into  his  shoulder,  her  hips  lightly  grinding  against  his  and  gasping  into  his  mouth  at  the  delicious  contact.  “fuck,  louis,”  she  sighs,  peppering  kisses  along  his  jaw,  his  neck,  until  her  swollen  lips  are  brushing  along  the  shell  of  his  ear,  “are  you  tryin’  to  get  me  fired?”  then  again,  he’s  capable  of  kissing  her  with  a  ferocity  she’s  never  known  before,  catering  to  the  troublesome  little  minx  inside  of  her  that  frankly  doesn’t  care  what  happens  to  her  job  so  long  as  he  keeps  touching  her  like  that.  as  her  teeth  graze  at  his  neck,  she  guides  his  hand  beneath  her  flimsy  little  t-shirt  so  he  can  get  a  proper  feel  of  what  he’s  been  biting  at.  

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

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            “hey, so not to be a nosey nancy or anything, but that silver fox in the corner over there has been very boldly checking you out for the last twenty minutes,” april offers coyly, mustering any semblance of subtlety as she nods at the nearby voyeur. “you could be their long lost relative and they’ve come to offer you millions — or they’re building the courage to ask you for a drink. not a bad wednesday night either way, if you ask me.”