starter: closed for @beaumontmonroe
where: @ his apartment
The first time PJ and Beau slept together in New York, it was, you could say, premeditated. They had chosen the least friendly activity for two people that already had slept together and still liked each other: going out for drinks. It only took them two tequilas to end up at Beau's apartment. But this time, their second time, was not premeditated at all. PJ can't stop thinking about how the fuck she ended up here on Beau's floor staring at the ceiling, panting, sweaty and naked while she hears him around the kitchen.
She really was trying to be friends with him, even suggested the most innocent activity she could think of, going out for a run. Which they did and it was great and fun and maybe a little competitive? But when Beau offered her to come up for some water, maybe fruit the friendliness run out the window and they were stumbling out the elevator already tugging at each other's clothes.
"So much for friends huh?" She joked as she felt him coming back, an arm thrown over her eyes but her eye roll was almost audible but finally put her arm back down, turning her head towards his direction. PJ didn't even try to cover herself, never one to be ashamed of her body, Beau could kick her out of the apartment while she was butt naked and she'd do it with her head high. She also knew he would never.















