#ft.silencedmoths

[vileintcnt]

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"It's easier than it looks, I swear. C'mere." Long, lean arm extended with an easy grace, ring-clad fingertips finding their way to the delicate curve of the brunette's waist. The contact alone had been intoxicating- savoring the indulgence of having the beautiful femme in arms reach. With an insistent yet measured pull, he guided Salem closer, coaxing her into settling gently atop his lap. "You just wrap your lips around it" -- gestured subtly to the joint, his voice a velvet murmur-- "and suck." The weight of the innuendo had been unmistakable, and he reveled in it. A sly, carnal grin unfurling across his features as he afforded himself the liberty of picturing it. Dark, espresso gaze glimmered with debauchery, fixing on her own as though daring her to acknowledge the unholy suggestion woven into his seemingly innocuous instruction.

[vileintcnt]

closed starter ; @silencedmoths

It had been a hard day as far as Ted was concerned, working on that damn car of hers all morning, in heat that could have got the devil prayin', and he figured that they both deserved a little liquor to take the edge off. Course, he was certain his day had been made harder still by the impressive restraint he'd exhibited. It would have been so easy to give in to his wandering eye, let go of his repression and allow himself the gift of crude imagination. He had come to respect her far too much to betray his moral compass, though. Appreciated her help far too much to repay her by treating her like a piece of meat, even if he would have loved to indulge in the sin of her flesh. So, a drink was in order. The warm amber liquid warmed his throat, and he sighed contently as he settled back into the sofa. "We got some real good work done on that tin can you've been driving today, won't be long before she's roadworthy again. And I can get you outta' my damn hair." Unfamiliar grin followed, a teasing prod at the pretty brunette that was punctuated by a gruff chuckle.

[vileintcnt]

closed starter ; @silencedmoths

Puck had never been one to harbor much fear of the divine; his sense of awe and curiosity was reserved for subjects like UFO's, or the enigmatic allure of girls. Yet, despite his lack of religious fervor, his desire to please his devout mother often outweighed his disinterest. So, when tasked with assisting at a church rummage sale, he begrudgingly complied. Albeit with a wandering eye for any opportunity to sneak away and meet his bandmates to go get high. He had just about found his opening when, his mother, ever the matchmaker, directed him towards a 'very lovely girl' who just so happened to share in his mothers devotion to the church. Puck would usually make a polite exit, never one to actively hurt anyone's feelings, especially that of a girl, but this time, he was stuck still. Salem left him tongue tied, brown orbs appraising her with intrigue. He damn near blushed, sheepish laughter spilling from his lips as his mom left, 'to let them get acquainted'. "Sorry, about her, she's fucking nuts." Toothy grin followed, suddenly nervous about his desire to carry on the conversation, not ready to cut and run when the girl in front of him was so beautiful she could have gave the Sistine chapel a run for it's money. "So, Salem, huh? Cool name. I don't think I've seen you around before."