✡Eli Puckerman✡____________________ 21. single. senior at the good ol' university of washington. living life with a pick in my hand and a six-string on my back.
My dumbass roommate spilled water on the bathroom floor one time and didn't clean it up, so I slipped when I walked in. I play my DS on the toilet. Don't judge. How'd you get him messed up? Same thing?
GENERAL NOTES → This is kind of lame and terrible, so try to love me anyway.
Part of her wanted to give him a disclaimer, informing him that she didn’t do this sort of thing with just anyone— though it’s not rare for her to have hook-ups, even when she’s only just met someone. She was the kind of girl who didn’t do relationships often, but when she did they meant everything to her. Basically, it was an all or nothing sort of deal. Right now, she had been living the nothing lifestyle for awhile. Her eyes were closed as they continued to kiss, once hand still cradling his face as the other began to wander. Allowing herself entrance, underneath his shirt, her hand roamed against his skin. She wrapped it around him, using the hand to pull him as close to her as possible. As his lips made their way to her neck, she leaned to the side slightly to give him more access. If there was one weakness she had, it was kisses and breath on her neck. “Mmm,” she mumbled, her nails lightly digging into his skin.
ELIJAH PUCKERMAN: Elijah felt a twinge in his lower abdomen as Olivia's hand slipped under his shirt, and returned the action by letting the hand on her thigh travel up to the hem of her shirt, fingers skimming over her stomach and around to her back. Hearing the sound he elicited from her, there as a definite shift in his pants. The nails digging into his back only encouraged it, and his hips pressed down into hers. Fuck, this girl was getting him unbelievably hot. Usually it took at least a good few minutes to get it up, but Eli- and probably Olivia -could tell that he was already semi-hard.
His breaths between the kisses on her neck grew slightly heavier, and Eli made his way back up to her lips to kiss her deeply for a few moments, his other hand snaking its way into her hair. He slowly pulled back yet again, gently brushing some stray hairs away from Olivia's face with his thumb. Having to constantly pull back to ask permission to do something got annoying very fast in situations like these, but there wasn't much else Elijah could do. He shifted his weight off of her just a little, so his crotch wasn't practically impaling her leg. Licking his lips, he decided to give mouthing a shot. 'Do you want to?' he questioned, eyebrows slightly raised. It would suck if she said no now, but Elijah was no stranger to blue-balls. He could take it.
Crap, crap, crappity crap. Is there any way to save a waterlogged DS and game? I need the Nintendo ambulance to come and bring mine to hospital, stat. Little Ace isn’t going to hold out for much longer.
GENERAL NOTES → This is kind of lame and terrible, so try to love me anyway.
Because she had been enjoying the kiss more than she had even thought she would, Olivia accidently let out a soft whimper when he pulled away, despite the fact that she could use a moment to regain her breath as well. She re-opened her eyes to see a smiling Eli, which caused her to smile as well. “Good idea.” she replied with a slight nod, once he suggested they move to the couch. She led the way, feeling completely at ease now that the ice had officially been broken. It’s difficult to be nervous once you’ve had your tongue in someone’s mouth, after all, and she was pleased with how things were going so far. Eli seemed like a good guy. She took a seat on the couch, her eyes wandering to Eli. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to continue, or follow through with another suggestion, so she let him make the next move.
ELIJAH PUCKERMAN: Elijah gladly followed Olivia to the couch, putting a knee beside her before leaning down and capturing her lips again with a smirk. He slid a hand up her back and began to lower her so she was laying down on the couch, but with little enough pressure that Olivia could push him off if she wanted to. Though he was always eager to please the ladies, Eli never forgot to be totally respectful. He'd seen how his brother acted with girls too many times before, and though he loved Noah, that wasn't the kind of guy he wanted to be like at all.
The behavior usually payed off pretty well. Most of the girls he'd been with had liked how he kind of acted like a gentleman, but there had been a few who thought he was a prude- and even a couple who asked him if he was gay. That had been slightly amusing to him, but mostly just confusing as hell. He'd always show them how hands-on he could be when that sort of thing came up though, so it usually worked out. Eli decided to test the waters (or rather, confirm his suspicions) by sliding a hand down Olivia's side as they kissed, squeezing her thigh gently whilst breaking their kiss again to trail his lips down her jaw- god, that jawline -and to her neck, working his magic on her collarbone and pulse-point. He wouldn't leave hickeys unless asked to.
GENERAL NOTES → This is kind of lame and terrible, so try to love me anyway.
She read his expression, which was clearly acceptance of her offer to make-out, though continued on with the suggestions just to be safe. She couldn’t help but smile when he laughed silently, now finding that he had the most adorable smile. If she were a sap, which she most definitely wasn’t, she would probably squeeze him, or something, due to the fact that he’s just too fucking cute. She almost couldn’t stand it. After he made a step towards her, she matched the step and got closer to him as well. She lifted her chin, once he made contact with her skin, leaning in. Her eyes flickered to meet his, and a seductive smirk was etched upon her face. Slowly, she reached up towards him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She placed her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers together as she let her lips linger on his. She gave him a few long-lasting pecks before finally letting her tongue meet with his, pressing her body up against Eli’s as she did so.
ELIJAH PUCKERMAN: As Olivia closed the distance between them, Elijah let his hands settle on her waist. Yep, they're even tastier than they looked in the photos. He honestly couldn't recall the last time he'd kissed a girl with lips this soft, but Olivia's would definitely blow all the previous ones out of the water anyway with the way she was moving them against his. Her height was also perfect for kissing- Eli had been with a few too many short girls in his time and having to bend down most of the time had gotten to be pretty irritating, even though the majority of those girls lost interest in him in the end.
Once their tongues met and Olivia pressed herself up against him, his hands began to roam around her back, getting lost in the kiss as it began to heat up. While Eli was no novice himself, Olivia was definitely an experienced kisser. So good, in fact, that Elijah had to pull back sooner than he'd wanted to just to catch his breath. He was smiling though and he tilted his head towards the couch, quirking both his eyebrows as his hands came to rest on her waist again. He figured she wouldn't mind if he'd moved them over there anyway, but it was always polite to ask first, especially since they'd just met.
GENERAL NOTES → This is kind of lame and terrible, so try to love me anyway.
"I’m sure you have video games around here somewhere." she commented, her eyes wandering around the cozy little house. "Or we could make-out," she added with a small smirk, though she was going out on a limb considering she wasn’t sure if they shared the same sort of principals. Whereas most people were far more reserved than she, Oli felt as though she should have the freedom to do whatever, or whoever, she wanted. That being said, the suggestion was entirely serious, though she’d be perfectly happy doing anything else too. She doesn’t take rejection to heart, really. No point. "Or we could watch a movie, play a board game," she shrugged slightly. "I take back my last suggestion. No board games." she said. "Unless there’s some sort of board game that involves stripping. Like the strip poker of board games."
ELIJAH PUCKERMAN: The kiss on the cheek alone was enough to ease Elijah's worries at least a little. Nodding in response to her thanks, he gave her another smile before quickly glancing around the lounge area of the house, trying to think of something they could do. Subtly looking the short-haired blonde up and down, he had to admit that the pictures he'd seen of her online didn't do her complete justice at all. Her eyes were somehow even prettier in person. That in mind, he figured that they could make-out, but the only way he could really ask was by mimicking, and he'd feel way too stupid doing that. Plus, he wasn't really the type to just kiss a girl without given permission, even though he knew that Olivia found him attractive.
At the suggestion of video games, Elijah was about to make a move over to the TV stand where he kept his Xbox, but then the words 'make-out' stopped him. Well, that was easy. he thought with a small grin, eyebrows slightly raised in pleasant surprise. He let her list off the rest of her suggestions, shaking gently with a silent chuckle at the comment on board games. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he stepped closer to her, gently taking hold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger. An eyebrow was quirked as he looked in Olivia's eyes, smirking lightly but suggestively. He'd let her make the next move from here.
GENERAL NOTES → This is kind of lame and terrible, so try to love me anyway.
As she made her way across campus to North Hall, Olivia took a drag off of a cigarette. She was tired of school already, probably because she has been forced to attend for at least eighteen years or so of her life now. She hated to think about how much time she’s wasted in classrooms. It wasn’t something she felt was necessary, yet everyone was obligated to go. College is a choice, sure, but the pressure of her parents seemed to say otherwise. Only one more year to get through, so there was no stopping now. With a sigh, she flicked the butt of her cigarette to the ground. After digging around in her purse for a moment, she found hand sanitizer, and rubbed it thoroughly over her skin. She also re-applied her lipstick and popped in a piece of gum. She arrived to Eli’s apartment, finally, and suddenly the nervousness made a reappearance. She knocked on the door and then waited for his answer.
ELIJAH PUCKERMAN: Elijah had to admit that he was slightly apprehensive about meeting Olivia in person. Sure, they'd got along well enough when they talked online, but in person things were a bit more difficult when the only way he could communicate was by sign language, mimicking, writing things down, and occasionally just mouthing words when he felt too lazy to do any of the others. He was used to girls finding him attractive physically- hell, both the Puckerman brothers had their work cut out for them when it came to women. Although his brother tended to succeed more, because unfortunately for Elijah a lot of girls were put off by his inability to speak. They'd usually act as if they were okay with it at first, but then would eventually lose interest in him altogether. So, nowadays he was a little hesitant when it came to initiating even just friendships with women. While he had fairly thick skin, it was starting to wear on him just a little.
He paced around his small house that he shared with 5 other people in North Village, feeling too restless to simply sit and wait for Olivia to arrive. They'd exchanged details earlier, even getting the girl's phone number. Elijah just hoped that Olivia was as genuine in person as she'd seemed when they'd spoken online. He was always happy to make a new friend, and something more possibly coming out of it would be more of a bonus than anything else, because really- the girl was beautiful, and her attitude was ridiculously attractive to him. If they could manage to get past the communication barrier without too much awkwardness, he figured that it'd be okay. Finally hearing a knock at the door, he stopped pacing, rubbing his hands together as he made his way to the front door from the kitchen. He quickly ran a hand through his hair before opening the door, giving Olivia a warm smile upon seeing her. 'Hi,' he mouthed, with a brief wave of the hand. Then he stepped back, gesturing inside the house for her to come in..
I approve, very much so. You better treat me more nicely. I may be badass like Harley, but I’m not a fucking pushover like her and I will kick your ass if you get out of line. But I do trust we won’t have any issues there. I don’t know if it’s rude to ask, but you can’t speak? (Totally not judging you or anything, just making sure I read that right.)
Actually, I was hoping to spend some quality time with this seriously beautiful girl I just met. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, cute smile- you know her?
Of course, I wouldn't expect anything less. Nah, it's cool. People ask all the time. I was born mute. It's not all bad, though. A lot of ladies really dig the sensitive silent types.
Whenever you’ve got the time, I’m sure I’ll be able to fit you into my schedule.
Oli and Eli, nice. Why do I get the feeling that I’ve just found a new partner in crime? Eli’s good by me, though I’m sure “handsome” will probably be slipped into our conversations a few more times accidentally. Or purposely— whatever.
I don't think I'd ever not have the time for someone like you.
That's probably because you have. You can be the Harley to my Joker- although I'll treat you much nicer. Trust me, beautiful, if I could talk you wouldn't hear the end of it from me.
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