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[mareshah]

📱➟ preston.

mareshah: i feel like we should talk about what happened

[mareshah]

mareshah handed her keys to the valet, standing there in all white and clutching preston's arm like a child on their mother's hip. though things were still kind of uncertain between them, there was nobody else that knew nearly as much as preston did about what this meant to her. there was nobody else that she would have brought with her for such an important moment, either. this night would change the entire trajectory of her career. as soon as the cameras were on her, her posture straightened, chin rising and head turning so that her ‘good side’ was angled out. “let’s get this shit started,” she muttered to him with a little grin, a few reporters standing between them and the door. “please don’t say nothin’ crazy.” @thcmpscn

[mareshah]

after a long day of work, mareshah stood knocking at preston's door. she was coming over for dinner, then probably heading toward a nightcap with him at her place. they'd been spending more and more time together until recently, when work got crazy. she was surprised at how he'd responded to her anxieties. she could tell that he'd grown and nothing could make her happier than that. as soon as he opened the door, a bright smile took over mareshah's face. his body acted as a magnet to hers, mareshah finding herself embracing him quickly and hugging tightly. "aye prezzy," she murmured quietly into his neck, voice uncharacteristically sweet. @thcmpscn

[mareshah]

New Year, New Us || Self Para

rooftop. mareshah and preston spend new year's eve together, leaving them both with questions about what the new year will bring for them. @thcmpscn

mareshah’s eyes studied the sky, knowing that there was too much light pollution from the city to see much, but trying anyway. there was a small bench, where they were both sitting as they smoked the blunt mareshah had rolled for the evening on the rooftop terrace of their apartment building.

“if you look up for long enough, you can almost forget that we’re in nashville,” mareshah sighed quietly, taking the smoking wrap back from preston as he passed it. it felt natural to be with him when they were alone like this - probably the most comfortable mareshah ever got in this place.

when he had first asked her to spend new year’s eve with him, she had been reluctant. it seemed too romantic and she didn’t want to give him any ideas that she wasn’t ready for. but her only real alternative was spending new years eve with the other models from work ... mareshah hadn’t been the party girl for several years now, and a comfortable evening with somebody that she knew clearly outweighed the choice of a lavish party with a bunch of models.

being in no makeup and sweats on a roof with her ex was fun too.

by the time they smoked up her blunt and chatted with each other, they had gotten pretty cozy on the bench together, only separating when mareshah stood up to peer over the side of the building. 

they could hear a huge crowd of people counting down in the center of nashville just below them. 

“we definitely ain’t in bronx anymore,” she laughed as she heard country music and hollering below them.

10 ... 9 ... 8

preston was joining her side, putting his arm around her. she didn’t fight him this time, only gave a warning look via a raised brow.

‘c’mon wifey’

7 ... 6 ... 5

his smile still made her feel safe even after all of the times he’d used it to lie to her. she smiled back at him, smoke hazed eyes looking up to meet his.

4 ... 3 ... 2

his palms cupped her cheeks and before she could react their lips were meeting, the warmth of his body shielding her from the brisk night air.

1!

the crowd went wild beneath them, fireworks beginning to light up the sky above them. her arms wrapped around him happily, the smoke session having relaxed her enough that she could allow herself to follow her instincts and not run from them. their kiss deepened as she felt his arms wrapping around her, hugging her, lifting her shorter figure just slightly off of the ground.

it far exceeded a friendly new year’s peck, but neither of them seemed to be complaining. he’d literally swept her off of her feet, only putting her back down when her face pulled back from his to look up at the bright lights exploding above them. 

“woah, look at that one,” mareshah hummed in awe, her high making all of this feel like a dream. but preston’s arms were still hugging her to his figure, his lips peppering kisses along the side of her face and her neck.

she laughed softly under her breath, petting the back of his head and then hugging him tightly for a few seconds. their bodies were pressed together in silence, both of them focused only on each other and getting their fix of the other until they finally pried themselves apart. 

“happy new year prez,” mareshah bit her lip, taking a few steps back from him and clearing her throat as she started cleaning up the blunt packaging and snack wrappers that they had gone through while hanging out.

and that was that.

[fckmonax]

@thcmpscn

“I don’t even know how it works and I try not ask. Like for the sake of being accepting and stuff. But it makes me feel weird sometimes, you know? Because it’s almost like, no matter what I do, if one day he decides that he wants a dude, I’m not gonna be enough for him.” sighs and shakes head* “Nope. He’d probably have a meltdown if he knew we were talking right now.”