#lola:thread

[loveisliquor]

a little starter for @heatthens

"again? i swear-- common sense has been chasing you your whole life-- but you have always been faster." she stares at the bloody knuckles, the split lip-- and the body writhing behind him. she rolls her eyes-- can hear the shriek of her publicist, knows someone in this party has filmed this entire altercation. she can almost read the shade room comments now. she tilts her head slightly, gestures to the stairs that lead up further into the cavernous mansion and away from the buzzing party. "come on. don't get blood on the carpet-- billie is attached to it." she heads up stairs without sparing him another look and walks into the guest room. she waits until he's there, until they are finally alone to meet his gaze again. "...you can't keep acting like a cave man every time a man speaks to me. men are going to speak to me-- they make up half the planet."

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@harmcomforts​

she’s not their type. she knows it-- or she deduces it from the fact that they have better hair than her-- they’re a jock-- they’re popular, in the way that seems to draw everyone to them, where as lola was a little more... dark and a little more cerebral and definitively not a people person. they deserve someone light--someone better, but she can’t help herself. every time they go out--and  get drunk she lets it slip, lets her guard down and leak feelings all over them. 

tonight is no different-- she leans against their shoulder, with a loose tipsy smile on her lips.  “you... are so...gorgeous. why is your face like that? stupid--stupid face. stupid stupid feelings. m’gonna drown in em. why are your eyes so...brown. oh god-- alcohol makes me dumb. i can’t even remember adjectives. just that face. m’gonna shut up--just wake me up when we get to yours. or mine. or wherever. where ever is good.”

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“you keep showing up with slightly broken devices for me to fix--and i’m not sure if that’s your version of flirting or if you’re just super clumsy.” lola looks up from the computer she’s currently tinkering with. “it’d probably save us both time if you stopped frying your hard drive and asked me to dinner.” she types furiously for a full minute-- before glancing up to meet their gaze. her bright red lips curve into a slight o-- “...i.... just said that out loud didn’t i?”

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continued from X ( @hcppiier)

she can’t even remember what they were watching-- she’d agreed to the movie night to distract herself from the noise of work-- the buzz of horrible images that she’d had to sort meant that she needed something soft for a little while.  blankets, warmth and movies that could make her giggle felt like softness. and sometimes so did damien.

she wakes with a start-- her head bumping painfully against his. she groans softly at the dull pain that follows. “ow--- ow--- what-- where-- fucking hell?” she’s a notoriously grumpy  human when she wakes. her eyes are half open-- and she’s reluctant to let go of the last vestiges of dreamless sleep. she shifts slightly, and buries her face in the crook of his shoulder. the unintentional intimacy feels good-- and it takes her a few seconds for her to realise what she’s doing. she pulls away with a start-- and a furious blush on her cheeks. “Oh-- gosh i’m sorry-- i must have been so fucking tired-- i just kind of-- oh--” she feels herself getting redder-- and giving her hair a run for it’s money. she yawns sleepily, covering her mouth. she doesn’t make a move to leave--doesn’t really feel like being alone with her own private murder channel playing in her mind. “uhm-- do you want to watch one more? i’ll try not to pass out on you?” she is quiet for a few moments before she confesses. “i.. don’t want to be alone right now. but if you want to sleep i can go-- i don’t want to keep you up.” 

[loveisliquor]

for @dirtyauthority from [ CARRY ]

“Xander you’re going to drop me—“ She manages a sentence in the middle of her laughter, it takes considerable effort to get actual words out, to shape them around the melody of her laughter. Xander’s arms don’t waver, this feels effortless for him— his arms arms hold her close to his chest, beneath her knees and her back. he’s holding her like she weighs nothing but she’s never been a small girl— is well aware that she isn’t light— isn’t petite in the least. There’s too much curve to her, too much frame, but he carries her anyway— like she’s feather light. Her arms are loose around his neck, her head rests against his shoulder. Her laughter quietens as she stares up at him. It softens into a champagne tinged smile and her bright, amused gaze. “All I said was my feet hurt— you’re insane.” Her words are heavy with affection, fondness laces every one and she doesn’t tuck it back, doesn’t hide it. “I’m not sure anyone’s actually carried me before. You’re the first. Feels like there should be a prize of some kind…”

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[ needy ] starter for @dirtyauthority She’s out of control. She doesn't let herself do this, get so caught up in the moment she forgets herself. But Xander is good at turning her self imposed boundaries to dust. He pulls her into his lap and she goes willingly--eagerly. Her skirt rides up, until her bare thighs are wrapped around him, settled on either side of his lap. He's kissing her before she can really process it, dragging her under before she's fully caught her breath. He kisses her with searing, undeniable hunger, and she’s ablaze with it. She presses against him, sinks into the heat of his mouth, his hands— arches into his touch and dances in the flames. She’s drunk on it, on the deliberate way he presses against her, the filthy heat of his tongue against hers. She'd imagined kissing him before-- but it was nothing like this, never as consuming. She can feel the base from the party they'd escaped from in her gut, in tune with the racing beat of her own heart.