#rhthymgtr

[mischieflawed]

“Breakfast or round two? Choose wisely.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 - accepting.

Stiles was still naked, pressed into Alex's side, with a hand upon the other's chest, tracing random shapes with his fingertips. ❝ Hmmm, that is a tough choice...❞ His hand slides up now, resting against the guitarist's cheek, as he picks his head up to steal a deep kiss.

❝ Round two, with breakfast after, I feel like we are going to work up a real appetite after this go-around.❞

[bottomshelfhos]

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy. - for sara heheh

LEFT A MESSAGE

She's not exactly sure of this at first; not of him, god she's actually starting to like him - but if something like this might be overwhelming. Who's to say what's going to happen once everything's done filming? He continues traveling with the band, she goes back home? Maybe she starts traveling with them, see if she can get hired on as a photographer for his concerts or something. Worries that she tries to take out of her thoughts in the moment.

let the pretty boy seduce you, she can practically hear blondie's teasing words again, the quietness of a tour bus not often empty bringing some bit of bravery to her in how her hands reach up to cup his cheeks, a softly muttered fuck it escaping her before her lips finally meet his own. No rush, no swift clashing like they're trying to hurry up - slow, gentle, more exploratory between them like she's trying to understand him in words shared unspoken between them in the action.

[bottomshelfhos]

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes. - hehe for sara

LEFT A MESSAGE

There's a half-full glass of whiskey in her hands, enough drinks throughout the night for a pleasant buzz, hips swaying along to the music of the night club. A successful concert, a way to celebrate - she's even pulled Alex up from a booth to dance with her, laughter shared one moment - and the next, her back against his chest, a now empty glass left discarded on a random table nearby.

A new glass from someone walking by with drinks, something lighter and fruity it seems as she takes a sip, hips swaying along with his and head tilting back against his shoulder when she hears the words against her ear.

Words that has her pausing in surprise, turning around to look to him just to see him already making his way away, right towards one of the bathrooms down a hall. Five minutes. . .she can finish this drink and get a second one for courage in five minutes.