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isabelxmeadows:

Stood outside the cafe, her coat collar pulled up around her neck, Isabel stamped her feet a moment to try and warm herself. It was fair enough standing outside and offering people samples, but it was bloody freezing out there. She let a breath go, then glancing to her left, noticed someone heading up the sidewalk, so held out the plate in her hand. “Can I tempt you today?”

Remington pulled his hood down from where he’d pulled it tight around his head, “I guess you can if I have to stop in the freezing cold,” he joked, looking at the plate, “What is it?” he asked curiously, “And why are you out here in the cold?”

#isabel

louisabrams:

“That’s probably very wise.” Louis admitted, because, truth be told, he was constantly waiting for himself to freak out about any of this. It was too new, too unlike him. So far it seemed the positive aspects and emotions of this were enough to keep the scared part of him at bay though. But who knew for how long? “Definitely spoiling me. I mean, two days in a row? I’m not sure I could handle looking at you two days in a row without passing out from the great sight”, he went along with the teasing, lips catching Remington’s for another kiss. “Is it?”, he echoed curiously, realizing just how little he knew about the man on top of him. “Well, I’m… glad I can help out with that.”

Remington leaned down to kiss Louis gently on the mouth, though he didn’t pull away immediately. He was far too interested in keeping the other against him to worry about much else, “Passing out? No passing out on me. You’ll miss the better views,” he teased, sliding his hand beneath Louis’ shirt to rest against the skin there, “You have no idea,” he mumbled against the other’s mouth, slightly embarrassed about the whole idea that he needed Louis’ body beside his in order to actually feel rested.

#louis

louisabrams:

“I hope not.” Louis grinned, arms wrapping more comfortably around the other’s body as he came to rest on the couch. “I’ll try again next time. Or the time after that. We’ll see.” Raising a brow, he slightly shook his head. “An entire drawer? Wow, you really must like me. Does that mean I get to bring my toothbrush as well?” The tone of his voice was teasing, but Louis wasn’t actually teasing. He was a fan of being able to reach for fresh clothes and a toothbrush after a long, sleepless night. Not that it had ever been an option up until now but he guessed like this… it was.

“I mean, you’re welcome to more than half the room. But I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you,” Remington smiled a little at the look on Louis’ face, but he couldn’t help himself as he pressed his mouth against the other’s in a quick kiss, “You can even stay for like – two whole days in a row. Is that too much? I think I’m spoiling you,” he teased, though he bit his bottom lip in thought, “You can, though. I meant it. I want you to. Stay. As much as you want. You make everything a whole lot easier. I can fucking sleep when I’m around you, and that’s a miracle in itself.”

#louis

fyeahpiersonfode

#finally him in his home town #byeeeeee #pic #q

louisabrams:

“No, we didn’t. But it makes for a good midnight snack.” Louis grinned, arms comfortably resting around Remington’s body, realizing an entirely new liking for being close to someone, even if just in such an innocent way. “Ah, you see right through me. It does get kind of lonely. But I guess any place does when you spend too much time all on your own.” He admitted, something he wouldn’t usually say – also something he didn’t really think up until lately. “We can change that now.”

“True. Something tells me it’s not like we’ll be sleeping anyway,” he joked, pushing Louis back onto the couch as he crawled comfortably on top of him. “It was a nice try though. The food. But I guess I can’t help myself,” he teased, wrinkling his nose, “That’s true. Should I designate a drawer in my dresser just for you?”

#louis

louisabrams:

“Only a few times?” Louis teased, deciding that the food really wasn’t as interesting as the man next to him, no matter how much he pretended it was. Putting his plate aside, he wrapped his free arm around Remington’s waist and pulled him in a bit closer. “That was my plan, yeah. To stay here, I mean. If you want me to.”

“We didn’t last very long,” the Aussie laughed, easily sliding towards Louis when he was grabbed, food forgotten. He was a sucker for romance, and Remington hoped that this was a kind of connection that would last between the two of them, and that he’d stay interesting enough for as long as he wanted, “Yeah. I want you to. I’m sure you get lonely in that giant house of yours, and let me tell you, this apartment feels the same way sometimes.”

#louis

cataleyaescobar:

“Oh yes, I would very much recommend this. See?” Cataleya opened the box, holding up the thin, black lace thong in her hands. “There’s a tiny little vibrator right here that’ll stimulate the clitoris with a press of a button,” She was excited now, the smile adorning her features showing as much, “At different volumes too, and it’s stylish. Honestly, if you have a date for the gala it could be a fun little… game – and even if you don’t, it’s still useful to have to keep things steamy in the bedroom.”

“Uh –” Remington wasn’t sure how to react, though the look on his face was most likely priceless. He couldn’t help his reaction however, and the Aussie rubbed the back of his neck, albeit awkwardly, “Wow. That sounds great? I mean – not that I’d use it. I uhm – I have a boyfriend though. I wasn’t sure if this was an appropriate Valentine’s Day kind of gift? I’ve never bought a sex anything. Ever.”

#cataleya

louisabrams:

“That’s good to hear.” Louis grinned, actually surprised by his own need to spend more time with someone – he guessed that was what relationships were all about, but he’d never had that need up until he met Remington. “Yeah, no, I don’t want to drive two hours towards my own restaurant. That would only mean much less time I get to spend with you.” He smirked. “But that other idea sounds good, you should show it to me. I’m not entirely sure what I’m looking for, just… something amazing. I don’t think I’ll know until I see it.”

“So it’s settle then. I’ll take you down there this weekend. Y’know, to show you around and kiss you on the harbor a few times. Also, take a couple pictures because I’ve been slacking,” he joked, shaking his head. Remington reached over to intertwine his fingers with Louis’, “So you don’t have any plans for the rest of the night, right? You’re staying?”

#louis

bambixdavis:

“I’ll call you later, I gotta go!” Bambi hung up the phone while her eyes were focused on the person in front of her, a small grin on her lips. “Do you see something you like? Or do I have..like lipstick on my teeth? You were kind of gawking!”

Remington smirked a little, “Actually, you do, mate.” The Aussie motioned towards his mouth, “The lipstick. It doesn’t look bad, but it is on your teeth.”

#bambi

louisabrams:

“Aw. That’s sweet.” Louis grinned, playfully nudging Remi’s side before he leaned in to snatch a kiss; only then turning his more or less full attention to the food. “I haven’t found the perfect spot yet, no. But… you know what, it would actually be great if you want to come with me. I do really need another pair of eyes – I see everything from the business point of view, it’d be nice to get a second opinion from the view of a hopeful customer.” He smiled. “I got a few more appointments tomorrow afternoon. If you’re free?”

“For you? I always am,” Remington smiled, kissing Louis back and nearly forgetting that they still had food to eat. It was difficult to focus when the other was distracting him so much. “I mean – what are you looking for? There’s this one place on the other side of the harbor. It’s near the treeline. I don’t know, I always liked it. The better places are further down towards the ocean, though, but who wants to drive two hours to their own restaurant?”

#louis

fyeahpiersonfode

There’s a rebel lying deep in my soul - Clint Eastwood

-Pierson Fode

#Pic #q

millie-bo-billie:

“Man proof, yes. Woman proof, maybe. Millie proof, hell no,” Millie grinned boastfully, “You’re welcome.”

Remington gave a small grin, “Can I get you one? Or something? Doesn’t have to be Coke; whatever you want.”

#millie

louisabrams:

Louis gladly followed Remington to the couch. He dropped down on it, pulling at the other’s hips so he’d sit down right next to him, their thighs touching. “I definitely approve of the leaning against me part, but I have to disappoint you with the rest – my day hasn’t really been all that special. Have just been scouting some locations, and the most interesting and best part of my day was coming over here… so, how about you talk about your day and I listen to that?” He asked, a grin taking over his face as he looked at Remi.

“I don’t know; mine only got special when you got here,” Remington grinned, picking up some of the food Louis had brought. “You’ve been scouting locations? For the new restaurant, right?” he rose an eyebrow, looking a bit more interested, “Do you need help? I can go – I mean, I’d like to go with you. Four eyes are better than two, right?” he smiled a little more, “Did you find an area yet?”

millie-bo-billie:

“Ugh… Allow me.”

“Uhm...thanks?” Remington looked at the bottle, raising an eyebrow, “I mean, I knew they made beer bottles child proof with the lids, but coca cola bottles?” he gave a half smile, “guess it’s man proof, too.”

#millie

louisabrams:

“Scary”, Louis teased ( even if part of him really was scared of that – not necessarily of the being stuck part, but the possibility of him screwing the whole thing up at some point ). Although tempted to just continue with the kisses and forget about the food, he reminded himself that he could do that all night long if he wished – and also, his chef would never forgive him if he let such good food go to waste. For the record, Louis wouldn’t forgive himself for that either. “Alright, alright. We’re going to continue that later.” He informed Remi, forcing himself to pull his hands off the others hips so he could open the bag he brought and take out the boxes with food. “Where are we eating?”

Remington groaned slightly when Louis pulled away from him, though he knew it was most likely for the better at the moment. He didn’t want to wake up starving in the middle of the night all because he’d much rather jump his boyfriend’s bones than eat. The thought just made butterflies hit Remi’s stomach, and a small smile to appear as he dragged Louis over to the couch with the food, “Right here, so I can lean against you and listen to you tell me about your day.”

#louis

jakebennett:

“Anything that involves alcohol for one. Maybe I’ll bring my flask and sneak it in?”

“You know, that’s just a sign of an alcoholic. Maybe you should try water for the biodome. People love sober people.”

#jake

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