“Did you touch yourself without me?” I can’t believe u did sinday when I was asleep wtf but this for young seb/rose and/or seven and eden xo
he'd learned how to read the femme like it was his second nature, like their minds were truly connected, a cosmic, a mental link between them. and something had been... off. she was a little more jumpy around him, a little more twitchy, when he kissed her, he swore he could taste the twinge of a secret on the tip of her tongue. he didn't know what she was hiding but he was sure he'd get to root of it all, if only through blind guessing. they'd shared dinner, something a little too ritzy for his tastes but something he was glad to do regardless. something to celebrate her big performance earlier in the evening. with mid-terms and her show all muddled together in the middle of semester it had been a while since he'd seen her for longer than a few minutes or only in passing on campus, grabbing a bite to eat, nothing lasting, nothing that gave him enough time to truly get her alone and wound down. but tonight she was staying over at his, already occupying his bathroom while he slipped off his jacket and tie, laying them out over a chair in the corner of his bedroom as he uncuffed his sleeves and rolled them halfway up his arms. he watched her enter the whole of the room, moving to sit on the edge of his bed before approaching her, the toe of his loafers resting in an alternating pattern with her own feet on the floor as he reached down to cradle her jaw, tipping her face up toward himself. his eyes narrow slightly, thumb grazing over the apex of her chin, drifting over the plumpness of her pink lips as he canted his head to the side. "rosie..." he started, hands falling from the level of his elbows as he finished readying his shirt. "did you touch yourself without me?"