closed starter for @buriedoasis
The night had unfolded like any other. Birdie was staying over at her best friend's apartment for one of their typical sleepovers—cheap face masks, bad rom-coms, whispered gossip about their latest flings, and an impromptu round of margaritas made way too strong. They'd laughed over salty rims and slightly-too-sour lime mix, the tequila warming her blood just enough to lower her inhibitions and sharpen her focus.
Especially when Monty walked through the living room shirtless, half-awake, and grumbling about the noise.
Birdie’s gaze had followed him, shameless and lingering, catching his eyes more than once throughout the night. Each time, she held his stare just a second too long, a glint of intent in her expression. Whether he was playing dumb or really didn’t notice, she couldn’t tell—and honestly, she didn’t care. The chase was half the fun.
Later, when the apartment finally fell into silence and everyone turned in for the night, Birdie made her move. Quiet as a shadow, she slipped down the hallway and into Monty’s room, easing the door shut and turning the lock with a soft click. She climbed onto his bed without hesitation, straddling his hips with confidence, her body warm and loose from the buzz. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she smirked down at him, her voice a sultry tease.
“Well,” she said, cocking her head slightly, “you must’ve really liked my Tinder pics... or did you swipe right by mistake?” She clicked her tongue and gave a slow, deliberate roll of her hips against him, eyes glittering.
