#rhearip

[moneywalk-a]

" baby girl, you gonna have to warn a man before you decide to roll out some assless chaps. " what begins firm peters off. it lulls into a once - over that turns twice, shameless as a crooked finger and an expectant pause. " now... " his tongue passes first, teeth tugging a full lower lip soon after before roman takes on a squint.. a puckered impatience. " you gonna make me come over there ? " / @rhearip , post ss.

[moneywalk-a]

black lacquered lips twist into the shape of a frown as stubborn words graze her ears, causing a flare of annoyance that soon passes. attitude with the tribal chief would only cause it to be impossible for her to sit with ease for quite a while. inhale. exhale. count to ten — the frown is replaced with the smallest hint of a smile as the last number is counted internally. " do you always have to be so mean to me ? " bottom lip pouts as gaze comes up in an attempt to find his own. knows very well she's rattling the cage of the big dog, and she better be careful lest he bite. " i thought you tolerated my company. "

fingers continue their march across the screen, a message half-written, though the airs are easy to read. as easy as those he wears, now. the ones roman has fashioned especially for her. because rhea's penchant for pressing buttons is strong. she grins like a cheshire and the glint in her eyes is nothing less than profound. why, he knows, it's easier —— better —— to ignore how she tries so fervently to lure him in.

" i do, " comes simply. it won't give way to doubt or misunderstanding. a thumb hits send and the light goes out, the lift of dark eyes steady. " i am. " knees part further as he slouches, his phone tossed to the table at his left while roman appraises the ploy rhea's cast. how she feigns innocent, defenseless, even. " now.. you get over here 'fore i show you what mean is. " / @rhearip

[dblchmparchived]

❛ i need to cum. please, i'll do anything. ❜ @ becks

heart races inside chest, unkempt and wild as her red locks. at her lover's words, head is thrown back, coming up for much needed air. wicked smirk permeates moisture slicked lips, sharpened teeth gleaming in the faint candlelight cascading in the room. " see? mami's not always on top, is she? and ya like it, don't ya lass? " she seems more keen on taunting her than giving in.

[moneywalk-a]

incoming call from ; @rhearip , ‘ i’m sorry about earlier. ’

IT'S LATE. he's under covers, eyes closed and breaths even.. and it's late. enough so that roman doesn't answer immediately. licks his lips, an arm draping over his face ; he's the image of a man ill - prepared for a midnight conversation, but that doesn't keep him from, eventually, thumbing the screen of his phone. setting the room into an ethereal kind of glow he only barely peeks at over an inked bicep. not to see who it is, her voice is unmistakable. but because the time strikes hard and intentional. rhea's too clever for her own good.

" that why you're callin' me up a quarter past one ? " because he can't maintain his anger when his brain is foggy. can't put his thumb to the pulse of an issue that's been brewing for months now. " y'know this ain't changin' that your ass is in trouble, right ? tryin'a chief up on my wiseman ? steppin' to my boys ? you runnin' a tab up, baby. "

[dblchmparchived]

" the stench of defeat doesn't become us. we've got t' do better and fast, lass ... don't t' ink i can stand another loss , " especially not if seth rollins had anything to do with it. he'd felt enough SCORN for the visionary as it were, and the demon is tired of playing nice while the prince is beaten down. " what's our next move? " , @rhearip post wargames

[queenofgone]

@rhearip sent: [ PURPOSE ]

[ PURPOSE ] one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out.

It was one of those nights when Nattie failed to lay still and go to sleep. She kept tossing and turning for some reason, trying to get comfortable but to no avail. Rhea was just leaving the bathroom to see her lover writhing about, her footsteps alerting the Canadian and turning over to face her. "I can't sleep... and I wish I knew why." Rhea sat on the empty side of the bed, a mischievous grin on her face causing Nattie to arch a brow until it clicked in her head.

"Oh... I know that look. Well, I could never say no to you."

[twcbelts]

❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜ (to finn from becky)

" aye, that's RIGHT lass, and don't ya forget it! "

[twcbelts]

[ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. (for finn from becky)

another hotel, another tour throughout the indie circuit in europe. eyes comprised of fire and ice in equal measure make easy work of admiring his most promising student. she was well on her way to becoming legendary, and he knew somewhere deep down that she was going to make a name for herself and in many ways? she already had. the young prince cannot help but simply watch her undress. cheeks flush an almost tomato shade, and it reaches his ears as they make eye contact the minute shirt leaves frame. he forces himself to gaze elsewhere. " sorry lass, didn't uh, didn't mean t' look. "