*Slaps you* // “You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?” // “Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.” // “I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!” // “You can watch… but you can’t touch.” // “What’ll our safeword be?” // [TEXT] IM26C4U. // [TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school! // [TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.
Slap!
Frankly, Maddie would have preferred a kiss to get her to stop rambling. A kiss would have probably been a lot better than a slap, even though it was just a little playful one. Maddison knew that she probably deserved it though. Maeana hated when she talked about herself like she had been, but sometimes Maddie just couldn’t help it. She loved her job, really she did. She loved designing clothes, she loved creating them, but she just couldn’t help but feel a little insecure around the models she was around everyday. They were beautiful, flawless, they commanded every eye in the room when they walked by. Then Maddie would come home to her sexy, gorgeous, stripper of a girlfriend. She loved Maeana so much, but she was positive her girlfriend was the one settling in the relationship no matter how many times Maeana tried to deny it, and as much as Maddison tried to ignore it, sometimes she just couldn’t hide those insecurities.
“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Rhett’s concentration was definitely broken by those words. He glanced up from his magazine to find Shiloh there in his doorway looking sexy as ever even in her pajamas from the sleepover she was supposed to be downstairs participating in. He glanced over at the clock on his bedside table and realized that it was a lot later than he thought, and everyone else downstairs might very well already be asleep. Not that he really cared. He knew his sister would be pissed if she ever found out he was fucking around with one of her best friends, but the way Rhett looked at it, it wasn’t really any of her business, and as long as Shiloh wanted it, he wasn’t going to attempt to end it over something like that. Especially not when he liked being with her as much as he did. “Well, I was thinking about turning on a video game and playing, but now I’m thinking about playing with something else.” Rhett told her, sitting up and getting off his bed, making his way over to her and pulling her inside, shutting and locking the door behind her. “I’m really hoping you were thinking about having sex with me, or I’m going to feel pretty stupid right about now.”
“Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”
“Don’t say it like it’s so easy!” Audrey yelled through her tears. “Don’t make it sound like all we have to do is ignore everyone else, and they’ll forget about us!” Audrey knew that wasn’t the case, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, she was sure Ronan knew that too. They were both assassins. Highly trained assassins. Very good assassins the were extremely valuable assets to their agencies. It wasn’t as if they could just pack up their stuff and leave the country. If they tried, they were sure to be followed and punished. Audrey was good at hiding, always had been, but she just wasn’t sure if she and Ronan could hide for the rest of their lives. It would be miserable. They would never get to do all the things they had talked about doing in the future, they would never be able to live just a quiet calm life, and they would never get to have any kids. They couldn’t risk any of those things with a life on the run, and running was the only way Audrey could think to get out of this situation. Both agencies wanted the other girl dead, and neither one of them could do it. They just loved each other too much. “We have to split up, Ronan. There’s no other way.” Audrey spoke, a unmistakable tremor in her voice.
“I didn’t fuck her, I swear!”
“Well, she certainly seems to think so!” Noel yelled at him. She was absolutely furious. She thought that her and Beckett had a system. She thought that they had made it pretty clear at this point that they were monogamous as much as Beckett hated putting a label on anything. They had pretty much been keeping it a secret for a while now, and Noel was mostly fine with that. Sometimes she hated it when she just wanted to go out in public with him, but she could deal with it. What she could not deal with was having to sit on a bench writing and listening to a girl about two tables away talk and talk for about an hour about how she had fucked her match. “Why can’t you just be honest with me, Beckett?! If you fucked her, tell me! It hurts worse hearing it from her than it would from you!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t true, but Noel was too pissed right now to care. “You know what? I don’t want to talk about this right now. Just come find me when you’re ready to be honest with me.” Noel told him before storming out of the room.
“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”
“If you’re trying to kill me, you better get in line.” Grant told her with a slight groan. Really, it was more than a little unfair that he was having to sit here watching the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen get undressed, and he wasn’t even allowed to touch her. He knew that she was still pissed about him going on the mission for Coulson and not telling her, but really he had no choice, and this was bordering on cruel and unusual punishment in his mind. He had been without her for almost three weeks now, and really, after that shit show of a mission thanks to some of Coulson’s less than impressive agents, he was more than eager to get his hands on Skye. He hoped to whatever was out there that Skye never had to interrogate him for anything because one flash of that sheer black underwear with a damn garter belt, and he’d be spilling any secret he had been sworn to protect for decades. “Skye, come on, I swear I’ll never take on another mission without telling you ever again if you just come here?” He pleaded to the only girl who could ever make him beg.
“What’ll our safeword be?”
“You think we need to have a safe word?” Eric asked, raising his eyebrows at her. Of course, this was the first time that they had attempted something like this. In high school they had sex a lot, but hadn’t really experimented too much position wise. Mostly because most of the time they were having sex it was in tight cramped places that didn’t leave a lot of room for … flexibility. It was something they had always wanted to try, but had never really had the chance. Now that they were back together though, and Spencer had been kind enough to take Savannah out for the night on a little mini golfing adventure and movie, Faya and Eric were going to take advantage of the empty house together. Which explained why Eric was currently tied down to his bed, his insanely sexy girlfriend on top of him in the hottest pair of lingerie he had ever seen her in. “I mean, I know sometimes people use safe words, but I mean come on, it’s not like you can actually hurt - OW!” He jumped slightly as Faya hit him with a belt she had in her hands. “All right, all right, what about pineapple?” She gave him a look of disbelief at the ridiculousness of the word. “It’s the first word that came to mind!” She had apparently decided on a different strategy though, and within seconds, Faya had taken off her underwear and slipped them in his mouth, silencing him. Damn she was hot.
[TEXT] IM26C4U.
[text] That took me an embarrassing long time to figure out.
[text] I thought it was like I’m 26 see, for you.
[text] Which obviously made no sense.
[text] Seriously though, one of your exes sent that too you?
[text] Good thing I’m not too sexy for you, right?
[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!
[text] I know!
[text] But hey, you said you needed inspiration for your new art work.
[text] Also consider it incentive to get home to your horny girlfriend right after school.
[text] Love you.
[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.
[text] Oh my God! Lucas!
[text] Okay, I’m going to go run and pick Sarah up from daycare, and we’ll be right there.
[text] Do not leave until I get there, okay?
