eyes the color of a clear sky shift to look towards the blonde, raising an eyebrow. things had been---....well, they’ve been strained. he didn’t really want it to be that way but those were the cards they were both dealt. she was drifting away from him. though, he wasn’t necessarily foreign to the concept. groupies & band-aids would come and go. they always did. that was the nature of the game. they’d go to whatever band was better. though, this was different. it wasn’t another band, but another boy. he’ll offer her a bright smile, a soft laugh leaving him as he reached to push a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
@dottiesxdreams ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜
“babe, of course i care about you.” he can’t help but give her a playful look of disbelief, a scoff leaving him as he leans back. “like, i know this shit can be dangerous. people can be real shitty, you know?” he’ll shrug his shoulders nonchalantly as he pushes frizzy hair behind his ear. “so, of course i care. just want you to be safe, is all.”
he can smell the salt of the ocean still clinging to her skin from their swim. all day he’s thought about this moment, when the sun would set and the air would cool, when the beach would clear and it would be just the two of them. it’s almost silly now to think he was nervous about this before this very moment. he can remember less than twenty-four hours ago when the mere notion sent his stomach flipping and rolling into knots. but now that it’s happening, now that it’s here and she’s looking at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes, the only thing he can think about is how lucky he is and how sweet she looks with her cheeks kissed rosy pink.
waves rolling against the shore and the thud of his heart in his ears serve as their background music as his hands curve around her hips. she’s still in that same bathing suit, a little damp but so warm to the touch it makes him smile when the heat hits his palms. his touch travels exploratively, combing her curves and valleys and making note of the sounds she makes when he hits certain places. this is a map he hopes to commit to memory, and so even as his mouth presses warm, open mouthed kissed to the salted column of her neck, he’s very much attuned to the topography his hands map out.
she makes him dizzy with the way she meets each soft upward rock of his hips with a downward press of her own. he breathes out hot against her neck. “is this alright?” the words whispered gently and without pressure, because she holds the reigns and the power to stop him at any time. but when she mewls out a yes and nods her head, he continues, this time capturing her mouth in a heated kiss that pulls a sound straight from the back of his throat.
his hands are a slow burning fire as the tips of his fingers drag upwards along the curve of her spine, leaving ash in their wake while they dance between her shoulder blades. he finds the ties of her bikini top knotted behind her neck and it’s one tug that has her unlaced, disrobed from the only fabric that’s kept her covered up all this time. he pulls back to look at her with lids that feel heavy and vision that’s turned rose colored.
she looks like an angel propped up on his lap the way she is ; her moon-spun hair catching the light of the stars above them. he doesn’t know whether to kiss her, or to capture her likeness in a painting. “wow.” he says through smiling lips. his hand lifts to cup at the rise of her cheekbone, dark green eyes admiring her. “you’re perfect.”
“Can you believe Eric’s back on stage?” She raised a brow. “This is the third time he’s been in a band.” Sitting at a bar table, she put down her drink and looked towards the girl nearby. Another girl who seemed interested in the local music scene. Part of it involved hearing word about Eric Clapton joining another band after ditching The Yardbirds, John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers, and he’s back. Only this time, it was Cream.
Dear diary,
As you know (or maybe you don’t you’re a fucking notebook) I hate tour hopping. I think if you’ve been graciously offered a spot on a band’s tour. You stick with them. It’s rude otherwise. But here I am with three tour offers and they’re all around the same time. Remember when I used to have real problems like worrying about making rent?
I did the math, and they’ll all be playing the same festival on the same day. So if anything, I’ll get to see them all then.
(send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours)
4:52 PM: did I leave my kids in the hall DVDs at the house somewhere?4:52 PM: it’s just the season 2 ones though4:52 PM: WOW meant to send this to my dad :) my bad fam how’s it goin
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BEEP hey dottie, it’s connor, sorry-- (muffled voices in the background, followed by obnoxious chuckling) sorry it’s so late, i was uhhh just wondering if you knew that one song that’s like... “mmmmm, mmmmm, oooh ooh oooh mmmmm, bom bom bom bowwwww”... i’onno what it’s called but i swear it was playing the last time i was in echo. it’s stuck in my head SO BAD but i don’t know any of the lyrics. please help! thanks so much! CLICK
