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-whispers- Do it.

My muse handcuffs your muse to an office chair //homggggg

***

It was probably the drugs.

Mickey had been typing away at the damn laptop for what could have been a few minutes but what seemed like hours.  Business, he called it.  She called it boring.  She sat behind him on the floor just waiting for something to happen, when his hands came into view, arms looped through the arm rests.  His head leaned back and for a moment she thought he was trying to sleep, and then a thought came to her.

It was probably the drugs.

She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out the linked cuffs, and without hesitation she clamped both on his wrists.  He jumped, and she laughed.  She spun the chair so he faced her.

"All work and no play makes Alice a dull girl."

It was probably the drugs.

She ran her hands from his ankles to his knees, up his thighs and lingering just a moment there, then stood slowly, letting her fingers graze against his stomach and chest up to his shoulders and neck.  She sat on his lap, wrapping her legs through the same hole his arms were, and relishing in the feeling of his hands touching her ankles behind him.  For the moment, she didn’t care if he could feel the scars through her leggings.

[pissyghost]

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"I...um, I don't think I'm at the right place," Violet murmurs, looking down to her hand where she wrote the address of wherever she was supposed to be going. "Do the Johnsons live here? I...is this thrity-two Plum street?"

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✉✘ ☠ ❤ ♣

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text[text: Not a Drug Dealer]  Dude.  Dude dude dude.  You have to wake up right now and come over.

[text] My Little Pony is on.  I think this is the one where Pinkie Pie goes ballistic and murders everypony. 

[text] Oh wait, no, that was a video game.  Oh well.  Come over anyway.

Send ✘ for an unsent text[text: Not a Drug Dealer] Mickey, I’m laying right where you left me and I think I’m ready to let you in.  I’m alone and I hate it.  I want to tell you everything.

Send ☠ for a threatening message[text: Not a Drug Dealer]  The whole thing of trying to get me off the stuff you sold me in the first place is only cute when you talk about it.

[text] If you don’t bring the orange back in five minutes, I will not hesitate to retrieve them from you.

[text] I will take you and your entire little drug ring down.  I am not joking.  Do not test me.  Do not underestimate what I am capable of.

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message[text: Not a Drug Dealer]  Hey <3

[text] Come over.  Bring a bottle of white wine.

[text] I bought some new lingerie.  I wanna model it for you.  xoxo

Send ♣ for a drunk message[text: Not a Drug Dealer]  OH MICKEY YOU SO FIIINE YOU SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIIND HYE MICKEYYYYYYYYYYYY

[text] come tooo my widnowwwwww mikce

[text] I WIsh to giiv eyou a thingh

[katiemaykills]

//I has to crash :(

Replies in the morning! Goodnight! <3

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(☾☆) — ❝This is...really really stupid.❞ A frown was a prominent feature on her face as she walked away from the bar. The one night she had chosen to go out and she was told to head back home. Despite having a valid licence on hand the bouncer claimed that she looked too young. 

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I want the K

6: Gentle Peck

***

They were on the edge of eternity, looking down at the abyss of forever.  Or, rather, they sat with their legs dangling over the top of the apartment complex Alice lived in.  The former sounded much more mystical to Alice, however, so that was the way she continued to imagine it.

She took a drag of whatever he gave her, then let her body relax back on the roof of the building.  When the vertigo kicked in, she brought her legs up and scooted herself closer to the center just in case the feeling became too much and she ended splattered on the pavement.  He followed suit, laying directly next to her, fingers finding their way to her own.

The stars were beautiful tonight.  It was a little easier to see the sky from this height.  The garish streetlights below created an orange tint against the blackish blue.  It was absolutely mesmerizing.  Almost akin to Wonderland, but only almost.

Mickey made a sound.  She wasn’t sure if it was a word or a moan or a cough, but she turned to look at him anyway.  His eyes matched the sky.  They were just as deep, as endless, as beautiful.  She could almost see her reflection in them if she searched hard enough.  And that smile.  Damn that smile.  Not wide enough, but it was nice to look at anyway.  He had beautiful teeth.  Nice lips.  And she was sure it wasn’t the drugs talking.

When she came back to the moment they lay side by side facing each other.  His hand was still entwined with hers.  And her mouth was on his.  She pulled away as quickly as she could when she realized exactly what she was doing, but the smoke coursing through her mind and body made her movements slow and lazy.  A pang of sensuality stabbed her in her lower body, and butterflies cut through the linings of her stomach.  Want ran through her veins.  But instead of going in for something a bit deeper, she lounged back and smiled.

"Ah, what exactly did you give me, Mick?"