w i l d c h i l d

wild child - someone who is considered high spirited and fearlessly reckless. lead singer and keyboard player of colour of rumour

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

wrenedwxrds:

Wren’s fingers dug into her hips slightly, trying to keep hold of some of the self-control he still had. It was quickly flying out the window, as it often did around Olivia. He shrugged at the comment, ignoring the urge to tell her it wasn’t just a line, that he meant what he was saying. The mention of other girls nearly made the smirk on his face falter, but only for a second. What did it matter if she spoke about them? It wasn’t like she was unaware that he still slept with other girls. They weren’t exclusive, not in the slightest. The thought of Liv being with anyone but him did in fact make him feel things he wished he didn’t, but that wasn’t the point. They were friends and bandmates before anything else, they weren’t going to let this get in the way of that. “Are you saying my looks are not enough, I need to use lines?” He joked, trying to avoid the question. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of it, and rarely regretted sleeping with anyone, but he didn’t want to think about them, not here, not with her.

“Are you one of them? Will you do whatever I want?” He asked, one hand moving up to Olivia’s neck, tilting her head back slightly. “This.” He answered, as he pulled her into a kiss. It was soft, not wanting to get too carried away while still so surrounded by people, even if every fiber in his body was telling him otherwise. It didn’t last too long, before he pulled back, his pupils blown. “Just you.” Even he wasn’t sure if he meant tonight, here, or for all time. Even now, he should step back, should find some anonymous woman, but he couldn’t leave. Whether it was the secrecy, the sneaking around or just Olivia, he wasn’t sure. In the back of his mind, he knew it was the latter, but he didn’t want to admit that to himself. “I’m all yours, babe.” It was hardly the first time he had called her it, he would do it in any situation. Except, in most situations, he would be trying to get some sort of rise out of her, but now, he meant it. 

Liv couldn’t tell what kind of game they were playing anymore. Usually, they were back and forward, trying to get a rise from the other. Even when they ended up with tangled limbs at the end of the night, there was a game of cat and mouse that was involved, neither of them admitting to what they were trying to do. Now however, Wren was being clear with what he wanted, and Olivia would be lying if she said she didn’t want the same thing. She wanted his hands on her, skin against skin, his lips on hers. But there was an order to things, or so she kept telling herself. It seemed like both were desperate to throw their unwritten rules out of the window, even if only for the night. She desperately wanted to throw caution to the wind and stake her claim in him, and the longer she spent wrapped around him, the more inclined she was to do so. “With a face like yours, Wren, most are putty in your hands. Even without the words.”

She wasn’t caught of guard by his kiss, Olivia saw it coming, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t made breathless by it all the same. Wren had that effect on her, even when she tried her hardest not to show the reactions her body had to him. Her eyes clouded with lust and her breathing shallowed, but her waist didn’t even flinch at the contact, continuing to circle in time with the beat. This was what she wanted: him; his words; his promise of the night. “You can have me anyway you want me.” She said in a low voice, bring her lips to his ear so he was able to hear her over the music. The words were for Wren and Wren only. No one else needed to know what went off between them. That was why she grabbed his hand and began to lead them out of the crowd. This wasn’t where she wanted to be, surrounded by strangers. She just wanted Wren, nothing else mattered.

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

wrenedwxrds:

Wren’s mind was completely clouded with lust. He didn’t even register what Olivia was saying, too busy watching how her lips wrapped around the words. The only thing that pulled him out of his own thoughts, out of thinking about those lips being on his own, was being literally pulled by her. He didn’t put up a fight. He wasn’t usually the type to dance, but he always found himself giving in if Liv wanted to. He found that to be a common reaction of his to anything she wanted to do, really. But that was just because they were such good friends. So he happily let her drag her amidst the crowd, slotting in between strangers, although he wasn’t really aware of anyone else around him right now. When they were alone together, that is alone without people they knew, Wren often found himself like this. Olivia had always captivated him, even before they began their complicated dance. He had always admired her humor, her intelligence, her ability to capture a whole room’s attention, and of course, her beauty. 

Wrapping one arm around her waist, Wren pulled her close to him. This was less risky, they were surrounded by a sea of people, no-one was paying them any mind. While he had plenty of rhythm as he played, when it came to dancing it was practically non-existent, so he settled for moving his hips slightly, mostly just enjoying the feeling of the two moving together. Dipping his head, his breath ghosted over the shell of Olivia’s ear, he spoke softly, but loud enough to be heard over the music. “You look beautiful, Livvy.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for him to compliment her in such a way, but it was the complete truth. He was very aware of how many people would turn to stare at her, try to catch her attention, and yet here she was with him. He briefly wondered if it meant something, before catching himself. Of course it didn’t, it was a matter of convenience. “You were very distracting tonight, I half expected to start playing the wrong song when I looked at you.” Okay, this was definitely dangerous territory, as he admitted to being sober and thinking about her.

Olivia loved it when her and Wren blended into the crowd. As much as she loved meeting with their fans and talking to them, it was nice to go out just as Olivia and Wren, not as members of Colour of Rumour. It was nice to not be stopped in the street and just go on with what she was doing, especially when it was as dangerous as the game she and Wren played. Who know what would happen if the media found out about their encounters, or even their band mates. Olivia didn’t want to think of their reactions, mainly because she didn’t know her own on the matter. All she knew was that she wanted him, and couldn’t tell herself no when she had alcohol running through her system. She wanted his hands on her body and his breath on her skin. What she didn’t want however, was to question what it meant.

As they allowed the crowd to swallow them whole, Liv let the music to flow through her as she moved in time with the beat. All thoughts went out of the window and she let herself be controlled by the alcohol and music. Swaying her hips, she pushed them against his, trying to close any space between them. Her smile only grew at his words, not choosing to question them, even if they did make her heart flutter. “Aren’t you the smooth talker.” She purred, the smile on her lips never fading. Instead, her hands came up to wrap around his neck. “It’s how you get all the girls, right?” Liv didn’t want to be jealous, to show him her jealousy. They were just friends, fooling around. What they did was nothing serious, but she wanted him for her own, if only for the night. “Have them eating out the palm of your hand, so they do whatever you want.” Her hips swaying against his a little more lustfully than before, Olivia curved her body to his. “What is it you want from me, Wren?”

[wrenedwxrds]

“And yet you still love me.” Wren grinned. He meant it platonically, of course. He wasn’t deluded enough to think that Olivia could possibly be in love with him. Sure, they were great friends. Sure, they had a lot of fun together. But that’s all it was. Fun, with a friend. He was certain he wasn’t built for love, the idea of commitment to a single person, especially while on the road, sounded like his idea of hell. Even if it was his best friend. Who was also on the road with him. Okay, maybe things were more complicated than he allowed himself to admit. “I mean, you were disappointing that one year when you managed to forget my birthday…” He knew that wasn’t what she had meant, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her. It helped him to feel a little bit less on edge, not letting himself think too much about what they were doing. Basically, he needed more alcohol.

Smirking, Wren watched Olivia move. His words had got him the exact reaction he had wanted. His eyes drifted south, not hiding his unsubtle gaze onto her chest. The feel of Olivia’s breath on his ear sent a shiver down his spine, and he had to ball his hands into fists to stop himself from taking hold of her and kissing her there and then. But no, he needed a few more shots and a few less people around to do that. He took the tequila, nodding to the bartender, who seemed to have a keen interest in the woman currently laying before him. He refused to let himself get jealous, he was the one about to have his mouth on her body, after all. And they were just friends. He passed her the lime, watching as she put it into her mouth. Wren kept their eyes locked as he rolled up her shirt slightly, exposing her stomach. This was slightly more PG at least, he was aware enough that their antics could get back to the rest of the band, and he thought this would be a safer place. He sprinkled the salt on her stomach, around the belly button, before pouring some of his shot inside. He shot the remainder, before his tongue met skin, swirling it around, getting the last of the liquid. Quickly, as the burn started, he licked at the salt, lingering a little too long, a smirk growing on his face. He reached up, taking the lime from Olivia’s mouth with his own, his eyes never leaving hers. It took him probably a few seconds too long to recover, before he could form any words. “Fuck.” Okay, so maybe his words still hadn’t returned. “Screw Vic, I should do that more often.” Well, he would never say no to a beautiful woman laying herself in front of him.

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

Narrowing her eyes at Wren, she shoved his shoulder, albeit playfully rather than cruelly. She knew his words were made in jest, but that didn’t stop the flutter in her stomach as he said them — a flutter she put down to having too much alcohol running through her system. Olivia was certainly not in love with Wren. At least, not in the sense of happily ever after. They were best friends, that was all. She knew that better than anyone. Anything else would be too complex, even though they had already traveled down the complication road. Nothing about them was simply anymore, but she pushed those thoughts aside. Her tipsy brain couldn’t handle the unwelcomed thoughts. “I suppose I ought to make that up to do you one day.” Her voice was innocent as she spoke, but the look in her eyes was anything but. In fact, her eyes trailed over his body at the suggestion, a smirk on her face as she finally met his gaze again.

Stretched out on the bar top, Olivia cleared her thoughts of everything but Wren and the anticipation she was feeling in her stomach. She didn’t care who may be watching, or what they were thinking. Let them think whatever they wanted. All she cared about was where Wren would put his hands — and his mouth. As soon as she felt his tongue meet her skin, Olivia’s breath hitched in the back of her throat. Damn, it was only supposed to be innocent fun, and yet all Liv could think of doing was dragging Wren into the nearest bathroom and having her way with him. So much for just friends. Forcing herself to keep her eyes open instead of closing them in bliss like she wanted, she patiently waited for Wren to take the lime, her tongue running along his bottom lip as she transferred the lime into his mouth. From there, she pushed herself back up onto her elbows, her head spinning but not from the alcohol. She knew the feeling all too well; lust. “All you have to do is ask...” She half whispered, not quite trusting her voice wouldn’t give her feelings away. There was only so much a tipsy Liv could handle, and this was quickly becoming something she couldn’t control — though currently, she didn’t want to control it. Holding her hand out for his, as soon as his skin touched hers, she used to grasp to pull herself up from the bar and onto the floor before him. “Now, dance with me.” With that, she began pulling him into the center of the dance floor, not caring to wait for any objections that might have left his mouth. 

[wrenedwxrds]

“Who said she’d be above me?” Wren chuckled, grinning harder as she narrowed her eyes. Winding Olivia up would always be one of his favourite things to do. Their sober relationship was based on ribbing each other, all in good faith. Their drunk relationship was the same, but with added intimacy, of course. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but the ease of their bond was the man reason he often found himself ignoring everyone but her. That’s all it was. It was just sex, but he could have a good time, and not just in the obvious way. “I suppose a pretty good night does sound appealing.” Her shrugged, downplaying his, well, eagerness. He wouldn’t let himself think past the idea that the reason for going back to her time after time was more than a physical compatibility. To do so would ruin a lot. It would ruin the image he had built up of himself in his own mind, the lack of emotions he tried to portray. It could ruin the dynamics of their relationship, not just between the two of them, but between the whole band. And he wasn’t sure it would be worth it, not now.

Snorting, Wren nodded. She was right, of course. None of them were exactly subtle when they started drinking. They were cliché like that, he supposed. “Maybe we should do them in his honour.” He raised his eyebrow, his eyes slowly dragging down Liv’s body. Again, what subtly? The girl was beautiful, no doubt about it. “I’m sure that girl would love to come back and get on the bar for me.” He teased, waiting to see the reaction it got. It was petty and low of him, but trying to make Olivia jealous was always a fun way to pass the time.

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

"You’re disgusting.” She said, ignoring the fact that she had been the one to lead them onto the topic at hand. One rule for her and another for him, that was how Liv worked. It was how she managed to keep feelings overrunning their little set up — or so she thought. It was easy for her to keep believing that when she buried her head in the sand to any feelings that washed over her. Jealousy was the main one, whenever Wren had another girl on his arm, hence her seeing the other girl off from him. With alcohol running through her system, her envy was harder to control though she easily blamed her actions on looking out for her friend. It was simply what friends did, right? “And when do I ever disappoint?” She asked, though her question was more of the rhetorical kind. She already knew the answer.

Maybe it was the shots taking their toll, or maybe it was because Olivia would never to back down from a challenge - which was what she saw Wren’s comment as. Simply raising an eyebrow in return to him before jumping up to sit on the bar, she leaned forward, her cleavage showing in her low cut top as she whispered in his ear. “If it’s for Vic...” Her voice popping, she soon turned her attention from Wren to catch the bartender already watching the pair. It never crossed her mind to play coy, act like nothing was happening between her and Wren. Who cared what the bar staff thought? Olivia certainly didn’t, and so she order a around of tequila shots. If they were going to pay honour to Vic, it was only fair they did it right. “Pick your poison.” She said, offering the salt shaker to Wren when the bartender came back with her order. Then, she shimmed down to lay on the bar, never breaking eye contact with Wren as she did so.

[wrenedwxrds]

“Always so sure of yourself.” He muttered, smirking back. Wren shook his head fondly as Olivia ordered them more shots. It was definitely going to be one of those nights. Not that he was going to complain. “She had a nice ass and wanted to sleep with someone in a band, I don’t care how she dances.” He shrugged, accepting the glass. “So are you getting me drunk so I can sleep with her, or you?” He asked, bluntly, the smirk still on his face. He lifted up the glass, tapping it gently on hers, trying not to spill anyway. “To the best fucking band ever.” He grinned, even if it was only the two of them around. He tipped the contents down his throat, ignoring the burn as he did so.

Lazily lifting his hand, he ordered another beer, telling the bartender to get whatever Olivia wanted too. One of the any benefits of starting to become successful was that they got more money, but never actually needed to spend it, people were willing to give them stuff for free, as long as they gave some kind of promo, even if that was never implicitly said. So tomorrow morning, he would post about what a great time he had at the venue, and all the fans would flock there. That’s how it worked. Often, if they stayed in the same city, he would go there a second night. Omen there specifically in the hopes he would be there so they could throw themselves at him? How could he resist? “Did the others leave already?” He questioned. He had been too busy being hit on that he hadn’t actually kept any tabs on the people he came with. Which probably should ring some alarm bells about his priorities, but it wasn’t like his friends complained. He could be a dick, sure, but they would always be his priority if they needed him. They were practically his family.

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

"What can I say? I know what I’m doing.” She said with an innocent shrug as she took the shot glass in her hand. “You’d care when she was flopping around like a fish above you.” Olivia shuddered at the mental image, wondering why she had come up with such an idea. Perhaps the last shot was a mistake, but she still had one more to down and she never said no to a challenge. Maybe that was why she played this game with Wren. Narrowing her eyes at him for the question, she chose to wait until after she downed the shot to answer, just to give her time to think. The real answer would be her, always her, but that wasn’t something she could ever admit to. This was a game of cat and mouse. No feelings, no strings, though the lines were beginning to blur and Olivia wasn’t sure if she could continue to blame the alcohol for that anymore. “I don’t think you need me to tell you who to sleep with. As your friend, I’m trying to do you a solid.” She said, turning her body to face him as she looked at him with an expressionless face. “How good a night you want is up to you.”

Just like that Olivia was back to her playful nature, a smile on her full lips. She hadn’t been paying attention to the rest of her band mates if she was to be honest. As soon as she saw the redhead all over Wren, her attention had been on them and nothing else. She wasn’t proud to admit it, and if asked to do so aloud she would swear venomously against it. She’d had the right amount of alcohol in her system that she didn’t care if they were band mates, if they were friends with nothing else. They had chemistry but it was never something acted upon whilst sober. That was why she was at his side now. Chemistry and some kind of desire to put a stop to him being with anyone else — at least for the night. Tomorrow she would be back to her senses and it would be like the night before never happened. Just like every time before it. “They must have. Vic’d be laid out on the bar doing body shots by now if he was here.” She said with a shake of her head. Oh how she did love her bandmates.

[wrenedwxrds]

Wren had always dreamt of being on stage, of being able to create music that made people feel, and yet here he was, living out his dream and he couldn’t fully believe it. Being on stage, being able to have some form of influence on so many people at once, it gave him such a thrill. What made it better, was that he wasn’t alone. Being in a band with his best friends made it perfect, always having people to share the experience with, who just got him. Some more than others. Up until recently, he had always thought Olivia was attractive, but hadn’t particularly thought about it. And then, being on tour, being so euphoric, it had led to something more. It was an arrangement that suited him, he got to unwind, and didn’t have to worry about his partner spreading stuff about what had happened. He trusted Liv, and well, it wasn’t as if they didn’t go well together. But it wasn’t something that was going to cause a problem in the band, because they both knew were they stood, and it was just a drunk thing, it wouldn’t interfere with their work.

Tonight, he had been chatting to some brunette, Kim, he think she said. He hadn’t really heard much of what she said, the shots he had done when the band first walked in taking effect, but he was definitely paying attention to the touches she was giving her. Which is why when Olivia came over, he frowned. “Trying to get me drunk, Diaz?” He smirked, realising who it was that had interrupted. The other woman made her excuses, leaving the bandmates alone. “I am blaming you for that.” He stated, glaring slightly, after he had watched Kim walk away. He was a red-blooded male, he couldn’t be accountable for his drunken line of sight. “So, what was wrong with her?” He knew this game well, it had become a habit for the two. If he thought about it sober, he would probably come to some sort of a conclusion of what it meant, but he was happy to let no thought go into the situation. It wasn’t like they were some kind of exclusive item, they just blew off steam together, sometimes he would do it with other woman, and he assumed she would do the same, but he had never asked. He knew deep down he probably didn’t want to know if that was the case, but again, put no thought into that so he could live happily in denial.

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

She had definitely done one to many shots. Not so that she was stumbling over her words, or tripping over bar stools, or even that she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. She’d just drank enough to lose any inhibitions. Olivia didn’t care if she was overstepping the mark interupting Wren and the brunette, she didn’t care if she was about to cross over the line of their friendship. Olivia simply didn’t care. Perhaps in the morning she would think twice of her actions, but she never regretted them. She simply shrugged her shoulders and moved on. Thus was her life, moving from one thing to another, her interests fading fast and desperate to try something new. Yet one thing she kept going back to was Wren. Whether this was because she they were stuck together in the band, she wasn’t sure, but Olivia didn’t question it. It was easier to skirt over than look too closely into it. If she looked into her actions, perhaps she’d find an answer she didn’t like. It was for the best to take their exchanges at face value. That way, no one got hurt, no one got too attached. They were friends- friends and band mates - nothing more and nothing less, and Olivia was happy with that.

“Trying implies I won’t succeed.” She countered with a smirk of her own before turning towards the bartender that had been keeping an eye on them — a happy celebrity was a happy club. Ordering another round for the two of them, she leaned against the bar as she watched the other woman leave their presence. Task one was complete. “Oh boo-freaking-hoo,” Olivia snorted, rolling her eyes as she did so. “Miss Mundane had two left feet and her eyes crossed in a really weird way. I was totally saving your ass.” Playfully poking her elbow into his side, she reached out for the two shot glasses served to them ‘on the house’ and set one in front of Wren. “You’ll need a lot more liquor in your system if you’re willing put up with that for a night.” With a sly grin on her face, she held up her own glass in front of him to toast. 

[oliviaxdiaz-blog]

Olivia never felt more alive than when she was on stage, microphone in hand, staring at the crowd that moved to their music. It was like an out of body experience, or what she imagined one to be like. There was something just so thrilling at hearing her words sang back at her, and she couldn’t blame the adrenaline that pumped through her body for the rush. It was the fact that the crowd were finally there to see them; it was the fact that she had the world at her feet; it was the fact that she was sharing the moment with the people she loved most; all of it rolled together was why she could never leave the stage and was always waiting for the next time they would be on. Her life was like a roller coaster and things were only going one way for Colour of Rumour, and that direction was up. Their album was flying off the shelves, their tours were beginning to sell out and the band members had never been closer. Wren and Olivia had never been closer - physically, at least - though that was a topic Liv often liked the bury her head in the sand about.

So far they were so good. They’d managed to draw a line into the sand about what they got up to when under the influence. Or at least it had started out that way. Then their antics had crossed over to whilst they were sober, but there wasn’t anything special about what was going on. They were in a band, stuck on a tour bus with itches that needed scratching. Instead of turning towards groupies, they turned towards each other, which made their publicist’s life a whole lot easier. The only thing difficult about their arrangement was keeping the whole things under wraps. It was something to keep from their fellow band mates, their manager and the entire world. That, of course, was easier said than done when the band was out celebrating their latest successful gig, downing shots at the bar to catch up with the other patrons of the club. It was times like this when Olivia wanted to gravitate towards Wren, but whilst her head was still clear, she’d let the girls fawn over him. Perhaps even try to set him up with one as she ignored the green eyed monster that fought to take control. They were just having fun, and were friends before anything else. No commitment was something Liv excelled at. “You look like you could use another drink.” She commented, leaning over a particularly boring look brunette to catch Wren’s attention. So perhaps her head wasn’t as clear as she’d like, but she still thought of herself as doing him a favour. There were far prettier girls in the club to hold his attention for the rest of the night and she was happy to see off the ones that didn’t meet expectations.