"This stays between us." "Do you remember anything from last night?" "Why are you in my bed?" "So.. Was it good?" "I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..." "This didn't mean anything."
"This stays between us."
> “Yes.” The agreement rolled from Esme’s tongue instantly, like she knew that Hannah’s loosely threatening tone was only seconds away, yet again. Willem had been worming his way in — slowly, but surely — and Esme wasn’t about to let the lowest form of life swipe away the one stable thing she had. It was jealousy more than anything; a foreign feeling for the young woman, for any man that was coming or going seemed to find her captivating and intriguing — she could have anyone she wanted, no? Still, Hannah seemed to understand the parts of her that no one had ever dared to step foot in in fear of losing themselves. As soon as Hannah’s skin connected with hers, it was laid out in black and white that the town that bred sin had them hook, line and sinker. Not only did this go against God’s word, but it went against Quentin’s — employees must not find comfort in one another; he stressed this multiple times. Whether this was because he wanted Esme to keep what she knew about him a secret, or because he was fearful that someone else could treat her the way she deserved, Esme didn’t know. Either way, he would never see any of what was to come on the horizon. Friends that sleep together, kill together; the perfect partners in crime.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
> Delia shrugged a single shoulder, tugging at her sleeves so that they covered nimble fingers. “It’s slowly coming back to me,” Her eyes lingered at his chest for a second, though they sank gradually as one blacked memory after the other fled back into her mind. Embarrassment, guilt, regret — she suddenly felt it all, simultaneously. “————I’m sorry I…I came onto you like that, um, yeah, that was kind of uncalled for. I’ve, uh — I don’t normally…” She gestured at the pair of them with a reluctant hand, doing everything to avoid the amused gaze that she could feel soaking into her. “I’m gonna…yeah, I’m gonna go make pancakes or something, I’ll….yeah, call me if you want anything.” Backing out of the door slowly, Delia pressed her lips together in a curved line, eyes still averted to the floor as she left his line of vision.
"Why are you in my bed?"
> A pang of fear entered Anais’ body as the muffled voice awoke her from a slumber that was rather welcomed after the previous night’s antics. Had Rowan not remembered inviting her to stay? Was he that drunk that he didn’t remember tugging her arm so hard that she fell neatly next to him? That he’d left a pinkish bruise because he’d wanted her oh-so bad that he couldn’t bear to watch her leave? The brunette swallowed the thought and turned around to face him, as gentle as ever. “I wanted to watch over you,” She paused, placing her palm on his cheek before continuing, “Your friends sort of just dumped you here — I didn’t want you to, you know, swallow your tongue or whatever.” A weak smile spread as she watched his gaze dip to her mouth, “What?” She questioned, shuffling her head closer, brushing lashes against his nose in the process. “Don’t give me that look, Rowan. For all I know, you’re still stupidly drunk and not in control of your own actions.”
"So.. Was it good?"
> Vince lifted his arms above his head and performed an exaggerated stretch/yawn ensemble, taking time to inhale her question and let it settle in his mind. Part of him felt guilty for spending the night with her when she was still healing — when they were both still healing — though another part of him hoped that it’d helped the process; that was a thing, right? “Not sure you really need to ask that question,” He raised his brows, amused, “But for the record, and for your personal satisfaction, it was the best night I’ve had in…” Vince exhaled, rubbing his scruff in ‘deep’ thought, “—— in a good fuckin’ while.” He turned and wrapped a tentative arm around her bare waist. “I guess I’ll spare you the same question, I had my answer when your screams became slightly incoherent.” With a satisfied smile plastered against a smug mouth, Vince shut his eyes and nuzzled into her neck, waiting for the spitfire to attack him in return.
"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."
> "Sorry, didn't know you were an early riser." Leia slid cautiously from beneath the sheets, unable to grasp whether or not the other was pleased or gutted that she had been reluctant to run off. "I...I guess I thought a goodbye note was a little cliché, and speeding off without saying anything was kind of tacky. ---- No worries, I'll...I'll get dressed and get out of your hair, just as soon as I can find every article of clothing that I came in here with." She forced a smile -- wholly unsure as to how she should be taking this situation -- and began to search the floor for familiar clothes. Once she had recovered her modesty and set herself up for a public appearance (a.k.a. the dreaded walk of 'shame') Leia returned her attention to the other female, still neatly curled up with beady eyes watching her every movement. "Call me if you need 'help' with that 'work out' again, it was cool to 'help'. Fun, even." Smirking ever so gently, Leia scooped up her bag and skipped towards the window she'd entered in from. "See you at practice."
also the nsfw for any 4 or more idk that u want !!
Ezrou.
Who is louder? Okay, but definitely probably Ezra. If not just because he's taking the complete piss, but also Bijou is like this amazing creature who he didn't think he'd ever get ever, so he likes to vocalize his appreciation.
Who is more experimental? Bijou. Ezra's a relatively simple guy when it comes to sex, but he also likes to play along with her odd ideas. Normally she's taking the piss to make him laugh (which works) but it always ends in some kind of intimacy.
Who takes more risks? I think Bijou again? Basically for the same reason as above; I'm painting her as a BDSM freak or something, but it's really just because leather trousers are the extent of Ezra's quirkiness.
Do they fuck or make love? Both, depending on the occasion.
Lights on or off? Depends on the situation, usually on though.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?Is this a joke dkgfhh, definitely Ezra.
Who comes first? Ezra probably lmao, this kid ain't about to hold back.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Ezra prefers to give over receiving slightly (so generous :/) but I think they're both equally as talented tbh.
Who is more submissive? Okay, but neither of them?? Ezra might play submissive sometimes bc dominant Bijou is hot as fuck.
Who usually initiates things? Both! Sometimes Ezra comes home from a gig and Bijou's hanging around in new lingerie, sometimes Bijou comes home from grocery shopping 'nd Ezra throws her over his shoulder.
Who is more sensitive? Ezra is secretly a massive flower but he hides it well, so I'm gonna go with Bijou.
Rubin.
Who is louder? God, ok, I thought about this for ages and I think Ruby would really try 'nd show him who's boss in bed, so I think him? Like even though he tries to bite it back, she's to eager to get the satisfaction of his moans n groans.
Who is more experimental?Neither of them hit me as the experimental type, though both seem daring and spontaneous? So I'm gonna go with the idea that they share the same kinda levels.
Who takes more risks? Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, WOAAAAHH.
Do they fuck or make love? Fuck angrily tbh.
Lights on or off? Either or. Think they're too eager for each other by the time they fall into a quiet room, so the state of the lights doesn't really matter.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? R u b y is such a masturbation fiend.
Who comes first? Gav looks like such a good fuck ok, so probably Ruby, but she don't quit until he's soon after.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Gav is better at it but they both dig it so hard ok.
Who is more submissive? As much as Ruby wants to be more dominant, and she almost is outside the bedroom, she probably turns to mush after like five minutes of Gavin's arms holdin' her god can they have sex rn.
Who usually initiates things? Gavin bc Ruby is waaay too proud.
Who is more sensitive? They're both to proud for that shit lol.
Hannem.
Who is louder? Willem 'cause Hannah is too busy sighing or internally crying or being pissed off about his constant presence.
Who is more experimental? Willem, probably to Hannah's dismay. Sometimes he comes in after a heavy drinking session and requests the weirdest things, like, I feel so sorry for this girl.
Who takes more risks? Willem since he's drunk or high half the time. Once he gets to know her and all though he calms down a bit, you feel?
Do they fuck or make love? They fuck, but like above, once things progress, he slows down and he's more gentle and considerate and :/
Lights on or off? Feel like there's a lamp on the far side of the room so they're not in complete darkness, nor are they fully exposed.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Willem. He's so shameless.
Who comes first? Willem probably omfg. Does Hannah even have the privilege with this guy?
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Willem prefers it and Hannah is better at it for obvious reasons.
Who is more submissive? I guess Hannah has to be in most cases? But he's so into being dominated, so.
Who usually initiates things? Willem; he doesn't even wait to get through the door.
Who is more sensitive? ...........Willem.
Nolia.
Who is louder? Okay, Delia is mad insecure about sex, mainly because of her baby's dad; he made her feel shitty and inadequate (mainly concerning anything intimate?) like, she hates her body because of him, so like being really vocal is something she feels is bad? So probably Noah.
Who is more experimental? Noah I think? Just until she gains more confidence, probably.Who takes more risks? Same as above. Once she knows that you don't just have to lay there and take it, she'd probably approach something new.Do they fuck or make love? Something in between? It's not emotionless, but it's also not loving -- not right now winkwink.Lights on or off? She'd reach to turn the lights off but imagine him gently stopping her by holding her arm and placing it on his back instead :(Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Dude, idk, probably Noah? Delia is still under the impression that female masturbation is weird/wrong/not her thing.Who comes first? Noah I think.Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Delia is v good at it, but she likes it when Noah goes down town so she saves head for congratulatory occasions. :-) teeheeWho is more submissive? Delia def.Who usually initiates things? Noah probably, but if Delia has a little liquid confidence, she's definitely go in for the kill.Who is more sensitive?
pick n choose part two !! "Please, don’t leave me." "I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.""You look like a screamer."
"Please, don’t leave me."
The slurred mumble triggered a familiar sensation of guilt within Delia, paired with an unfavourable amount of anxiety that had somehow managed to delve deeply into the pits of her stomach. Now that she had caught him in the act, and watched him deteriorate and crumble with every sip, Delia couldn't possibly trust him around her child; not when she had fought so hard to keep her--pleads oozing with the adamant promise of keeping her out of harms way. She rested her forehead against the front door, eyes fluttering shut to form a barricade between her cheeks and the tears she'd sworn to herself that she'd never let a man see. After a silence that she had inflicted on the pair of them for two whole minutes, Delia had finally come to a conclusion: if she, a mother accused of neglect, could be given a second chance, so could a man who was fighting his own demons day in, day out. She took a deep breath and stepped away from the door slowly, listening intently to the way he shuffled around on the floor, just where she had left him. "Okay," Delia whispered to herself, rolling her eyes to the ceiling in order to get rid of the glassy guise they'd inconveniently adopted, before stepping back into his living room.
The mere sight of him tugged at her heart strings, and the self-reproach she thought had subsided was prominent once more. Moving over to Noah in no particular hurry, Delia hesitantly sat down beside him and shuffled closer, all the while watching to see if he'd become 'hostile' due to the close proximity. Then, the brunette unclasped his hands, which had been placed rather neatly on top of his head in despair, and pulled one of his arms over her shoulders, letting the other rest on her thigh. "I won't leave you." She murmured, nestling her mouth into the crook of his neck as she cradled a cheek in her hand -- the sharp hairs feeling somewhat homely against her skin. "I won't leave you."
"I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you."
Wisps of blonde hair fell from Cleo's grip as she dropped her arm in surprise -- unsure of whether she was experiencing the side effects of a deadly alcoholic concoction, or Viktor was really at her door, swaying gently as he looked at her with soft, hazy eyes. It was a whole new side of him that she'd never experienced; he appeared a touch out of control, and slightly humane. Usually Viktor dared not have a single hair out of place, or a thought missing from his brain -- he was all seeing and all knowing at his bar, where Cleo ran into him the most, and she was caught of guard by the façade he was now throwing at her. Was he drunk? She was almost sure of it; the way his equilibrium seemed off beat, and the way his eyes showed feeling giving this away. "Okay, w-well, let's get you...le'ts get you something clean to wear and some water, yeah? We don't want you spouting anything else you'll later regret." Cleo offered warmly with trembling declaration, though she managed to reach out to guide him through the door without falling over her own feet. Once she'd lead him to her bed -- where she had previously been deep in slumber -- Cleo approached her wardrobe and attained an old t-shirt, stolen from an ex-boyfriend, and an extra blanket in case he got cold.
"Here," The blonde turned and sat down next to him, placing the items on his lap carefully. "That's a t-shirt, can you say t-shirt?" She mocked, only to earn her thigh a feeble slap and his characteristic smirk, before he set to the task of unbuttoning his shirt. "Looks like you're having trouble there, bud, you need assistance?" A sigh of defeat passed through parted lips as his arms dropped to his lap.
"I swear I'm not incompetent."
"Right, well, to help ensure that you don't lose any pride over the matter, I promise to not mention me helping you get undressed if you don't remember this tomorrow, yeah?"
He nodded with excessive enthusiasm, giving her the go ahead, and Cleo raised nimble fingers to his third button -- the fact that he never did up the top two fixed in her mind. After getting to the bottom, she shifted and rose to her feet, moving so that she was in front of him. Waiting for him to shake the sleeves off, Cleo bundled up the clean t-shirt in such a way that only the hole he was to pop his head through was showing.
And then she realised...
He hadn't been able to find his apartment, yet he'd found hers with limited knowledge about it's whereabouts.
"You look like a screamer."
"Rowan!" She screeched breathlessly between an abundance of giggles, playfully pushing him as his grip tightened -- fingers pinching at her sides to stir a ticklish reaction. "Stoooop! I'll scream, I'll scream until someone comes to help me -- I'm warning you." Her threat was loose; her inability to say a single word without pausing to breathe showing just how incapable she was at achieving this.
"Yeah, you look like a screamer." He grinned, finally bringing himself to a halt. At this, Anais blushed furiously -- though she was hoping he thought it was due the lack of oxygen currently reaching her brain, and not because of just how much she was now thinking about him caressing her innocently tender skin with rough, tainted hands. "Maybe," She felt compelled to say, her eyes never leaving his as he gently started to lower himself further -- now hovering inches from her body; still and sprawled out. "Can't say anyone's ever managed to prompt such a reaction." The brunette added with a dimpled grin, turning her head away for a second to watch as his arms tensed, clearly struggling to withhold himself from flattening her. She could feel her chest colliding softly with his every time she inhaled -- their heartbeats moving at the same, rapid rate. With slow precision, Anais lifted her legs in the air and delicately wrapped them around his waist, placing a light pressure on his back so that the proximity between them was non-existent.
"Which is a shame," She continued, placing her fingertips on his back. "'Cause I know someone who might be able to; he just thinks I'm too fragile."
