property of no one | Stana & Jake
Nighttime, October 4th, feat. @gyllenroyal
It was a good thing no one crossed paths with Stana. A bike maybe wasn't your average weapon of mass destruction, but Stana was inventive. So inventive in fact, that she spend most of the drive to Jake's place laughing to herself. Laughing because hey, wasn't it obvious that this had to happen? That she'd be en route to her good old buddy Jake's place ready to get back to ... shit. A year ago, right? The trip to ... Stana couldn't even remember. But that it had been nearly a year on the dot still had her laughing so hard, she nearly drove her bike into a ditch. Funny, this was all ... funny. And she needed to keep telling herself that or ... no, she just needed to. And if anything, she needed someone to distract her from a house that hadn't felt this empty to her since Christmas last year. No. Not thinking about it. She'd done the thinking about it, knew what she had gotten into. And now she was moving past it, easy peasy. She'd done it before, she could do it again. "Hey!" Stana was beaming and yeah, maybe it was a little over the top. But for some reason, seeing Jake really did ... help, just a little bit. For a second, she faltered. Hesitated before crossing over Jake's threshold and ... what, destroy something? Yeah, right. And so she did, shoved the bottle of Tequila (not 901, thanks) she'd brought (and nipped from) into Jake's hand, waited until the door closed behind her and then ... kissed him. Pushed close to him and moved her lips over his again and again until it didn't feel weird anymore, until his lips didn't feel wrong and different anymore. Like they weren't ... her lips. Kissed him and ground her body against his so that, hopefully, he wouldn't even ask and just do it. She really didn't want to talk right now.












