#budgen

[oralsesh]

@budgen       /       with the rise of the sun renee slowly woke up. the sun softy kissed her face as the blond felt the world coming to life slowly. it was quiet in the bedroom and in the house except for another person’s breathing right next to her head. closer than he had been when they fell asleep. closer than maybe they should be.

brown eyes were opened sleepily and she was looking right at the back of the head of tom. her chest pressed against his wide and muscular frame from behind, her arm lightly holding him close, her thighs pressed against the back of his thighs. huh. when had that happened? of course neither of them had control of what they did while they were asleep but waking up to spooning him really had been the least of things the canadian expected.

was it so terrible though? was it really bad of her to enjoy the peaceful moment, the soft touch, the shared heat? nobody would ever know. not even tom as long as he was still asleep. as long as she’d peel herself off his body before he woke up, it was fine. she deserved to feel good, didn’t she? even if it was short lived and a secret forever. even then, renee deserved the calmness of the morning. just a few minutes ... she closed hr eyes again, not yet ready to be fully awake and not ready to let reality settle in on her again. tom and her. just the two of them. just for a few seconds. until he’d wake up. or until he was up. or until they chose to stand up. maybe ... softly, she sighed, allowed herself to inhale his scent from the soft skin in his neck. 

alright. she should let him go. before he would notice. a soft peck was placed on his shoulder before renee rolled onto her back, trying not to wake him as she did.

[literaturha]

Seduction appears in my book as women's silk petticoats hanging in a shop window. The words through which I express the effect of it on my hungry hero are: 'Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.' You can see for yourself in how many different ways they might be arranged.

James Joyce on Lestrygonians episode of Ulysses

[oralsesh]

@imoxley i’d appreciate if you could stop talking about me to others. i’m uncomfortable.

[oralsesh]

@budgen       /       even though she didn’t drink the night before, renee felt hungover once she’d woken up. she just laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling for a good half hour, trying to make sense of everything that had happened last night. already, her brain had erased some of the memories – too traumatizing, too hurtful. but still, the hollow feeling inside her chest remained. 

after she had refreshed herself in the shower, avoided a look in the mirror and prepared some tea, the canadian started setting up the bedroom. she didn’t actually think this was where tom would be staying this time, would probably ask him to just stay with her in the master bedroom. sleeping by herself seemed scary right now. but she prepared it anyway just to give him the option of privacy. almost like a robot she followed through the motions until it was all set. 

the moment she had heard the cab outside, renee slipped into a pair of sneakers and hurried outside. brown eyes met silver hues, tears immediately on her cheeks as she threw herself against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist without a hello. the blond buried her face in the warms of his sweater, inhaling the comforting smell, allowing herself to hide from the world for a moment as she cried into his frame, just holding on. it was a relief that he was here. even if she couldn’t say anything yet, even if her body was shaking under heavy sobs, she felt better immediately knowing that tom would be there. tom was here. he was always here. and renee was thankful for that. 

[oralsesh]

on the first day they had been taking it easy, allowing him to arrive and adjust. in the evening they had shared a great dinner at one of her favorite local restaurants and followed up with a good drink at a bar. but as they were facing a fresh day, renee found herself full of excitement as she sipped on her cup of coffee. ❛ so what did you want to do first? we have the full day to plan whatever we want and i say we start with your main reason to come here so ... where do you want to go? ❜ the bubbly blond sat down the cup, smiling widely as her mind was already racing to make suggestions should he not be sure where to start. / @budgen​ 

[oralsesh]

@budgen what are my chances at a back massage today? 🥺

[oralsesh]

@budgen       /       the box had been wrapped up nicely into pink sparkly paper. it wasn’t the ideal wrapping for the gift she had organized for him however, it was the last paper she had in the house. it would do just fine. it’s not like he wouldn’t be unwrapping it in a moment anyway. after putting the wrapped up present into a gift bag, renee used the little card that came along with it to leave a note for him. 

yours is the first face i look for, and the first voice i long to hear each day. much love to you on this valentine’s day.       ♡ -r

she stared at the written words for a moment. was it too much? there was a possibility she was overstepping that fine line again. on the other hand, renee had decided today was the day she needed to say her part anyway. it needed to be voiced, she needed to let him know what she was feeling. it was what she owed tom. honesty. after all trouble that she had caused it was what he deserved. 

since the canadian suspected her visiter still in the shower to prepare for their dinner date – which was becoming a regular and daily thing to do even though they always just dined at home – she carried the present downstairs and sat it on the countertop where she wasn’t taking care of the food preparations. today, renee had chosen to wear jeans which were wide around her ankles but tight around her waist. a hot red v-neck and black pointed leather boots. her hair was in a half bun. preparing the shrimps they had agreed on eating, the blond already thought about the words she wanted to speak. she was looking for the right way to open the conversation but in reality the petite woman knew, there was no charming way to put out raw feelings. bluntness was required to bring across her point. and after dinner, it would be the first thing she wanted to address. well, and after giving him the present. 

[oralsesh]

@budgen       /       it was so refreshing to see something that wasn’t vegas for a while now. not because renee didn’t love her home or she didn’t miss the dogs or she didn’t enjoy the big city life. but because orlando would always feel a little bit like home too. she felt free here. free to be by his side, to behave the way she wanted without the heavily attached negativity which she still felt on some days when she was in her own four walls. maybe too many things had happened there in the past weeks. so orlando felt like it was just where she was supposed to be. it had felt like a massive step to come to his house and sleep in his bed at first. renee almost felt like an intruder. but it barely lasted for half a day because his home felt as much as home as hers. plus, he had given her quit a detailed room tour and when he got stuck speaking of his air fryer like she had never seen one, the blond had been reminded once again why she so easily got lost in his company. it was just too easy to listen to him for days. and it would always be. even if he only spoke about meatballs. 

“it’s almost ridiculous for how long i haven’t been here. i used to meet with the twins all the time. look, see that restaurant?” her hand pointed at a location with a large terrace that was facing the beach. “we used to go there for lunch and wine at least once a week. and by lunch and wine i mean we got shtfaced during the day and pretended it was a business meeting.” laughing at the memory, her head fell against his arm to which she was holding on while they walked down the road further, coming close to the shore now.