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— .ᐣ starter , / @by-reign, nick parker.

❪ elizabeth james ❫ , — she thinks she forgot to consider what would leaving would feel like. as she stares at her packed bags and the flight check in text that haunts her home screen she realizes how much of a disservice such a neglect has done her. of course, elizabeth had thought about it -- at half past midnight, while looking into hallie's eyes, when laughing at some stupid joke nick managed to make that didn't even have the girls laughing but still made her buckle at the seams. not for too long / never for too long. the idea just there, lingering in the back of her mind with fang-like teeth, ready to sink them into the holes of her heart where her innermost vulnerabilities seep from. she feels it now. THE SEEPING, THE LEAKING, THE SPILLING. all of the emotions she wore with a brave face for hallie but an hour ago. this isn't like the last time she left or any of the times she ran before. it's foolish to even call this running. but if this were a race, the crowd would only have two faces, and as she peels the clothing from her body it feels like she's stripping the california sun and all of its promises of happiness away from her. until she turns.

surprise crooks in her brow. the contortion of her expression almost mildly perturbed as their eyes meet. like she doesn't know if she should acknowledge him or leave him be. elizabeth stands frozen, though no hackles rise. her shoulders lax, chin lowered, eyes soft with a sensuality she hasn't really known what to do with when unattached from his name. the strap of her dress falls with the looseness of her body. her stare remain fervently on nick's. smouldering greens. WORDS UNNECESSARY, meaningless with how loud their eyes speak even between the distance and glass windowpane. she doesn't question what he's doing out there. what brings him into the night. swears that even from up here she can see the same thing in his eyes as she just saw in hers while removing the days makeup away. ( or maybe that's wish her heart makes ) when he doesn't evade, she slowly slides the opposite strap down and lets it fall, and the dress falls to hug in a bunch at her waist. a cream coloured lace bra revealed in its absence. their gaze, UNBROKEN.

[klarsynt]

@ahrated kendra sent: in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city. ↳smut meme i guESS

ice gathers upon the cold surface of the glass, just inches from where his palm is pressed flat. he can feel it just on the other side—the bite of frigid temperatures trying to get past the window, howling winds beating down upon the building. despite the dark clouds and gloomy environment, the streets are still humming with life. too much life. enough life for someone to notice the heat gathering on their side of the glass. his other palm is full of warmth, fingers curled firmly and indenting the smooth skin of kendra's hip. he holds her steady, keeps her from bumping too much into that damn glass as his own hips snap hard and fast into her.

he's got her bent over, ass pressing up into him just perfectly to meet each thrust. her hands are pressed up against the window as well, one of them a hairsbreadth from his. for a moment, he contemplates moving his thumb just so until touches her skin. instead he bends forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder. he keeps his mouth there and groans as he plunges his cock deeper against her walls. umber eyes flicker up again, watch the way her hand shifts from the force of his thrust. feels the way her pinky finger just barely presses against his thumb. still, he doesn't take her hand. he pretends not to notice that invisible line between...what this is, and whatever that would be.

emil retracts his palm from the glass and instead grips both sides of her hips now as he presses up into her again. he drives her forward until she is flush against the cool surface of the window. he doesn't care if anyone sees her breasts pushed against the glass, or the way both of their breaths fogs it up. maybe he hopes someone does. maybe he can't think at all as he fucks her against that window, slow and deep and unrelenting. he doesn't want to think of anything. he takes hold of her hair, pulls it back hard and tilts his head, voice low in her ear. ❝ god, you're so fucking pretty like this...look at you on display for the whole goddamn city... ❞

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— / prompt , @ahrated . [ grind ] sender straddles receiver's lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional.

❪ A.H. ❫ she settles and his brow lifts. he'd watched her saunter her way across the room and maybe, just maybe if he wasn't adept at reading body language -- OR IF HE DIDN'T KNOW HER AS WELL AS HE KNEW HER ... he might not have considered the deliberation of her movements so carefully, but nonetheless: neither of those things are true. he is, in fact, proficient in the art of human body language and he's particularly fond of knowing hers down to every last minuscule expression. every move, every look, and undoubtedly the sway of those hips and where they intend to plant themselves. "calista-" he says. her full name, spoken deeply, huskily. instantly, his phone is forgotten about, falling somewhere between his leg and the cushion as it slips from his hand to offer her his entire attention. he grips her hips with both hands, naturally straightening as electricity courses every nerve ending in his body. his nose buries into her hair. inhales her intoxicating scent. sometimes just the smell of her shampoo spirals him. his thumbs press into the small of her back on each side. touch firm, intention loud. without a single word said. nothing but a sighed breath when the roll of her hips begin. his instinctively pressing up into her like there's no other place they'd rather be. ( wherever she is, is the place he'd rather be ) "what are you doing?" oh, he KNOWS what she's doing. she's set in her goal and he's merely a willing participant, along for the ride, and though he's much more used to leading in every other area of his life hotch doesn't mind following the tune of her body wherever she wants to take them. he smooths his hands into her hips, fingers through to his palms, a careful tantalization as they slide around her front side and down the tops of her thighs.