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Come with me, family rp vaca somethingmean
Going out of town for the weekend I'll be back Monday
His calloused fingers seemed to light fire along Autumn’s skin, setting a slight hitch to her breath as her hips took on a life of their own and pressed carefully along his. There was a voice in the back of her mind, almost nagging her for the unusual eagerness that tinted her actions; she was so desperate to have Jamal close that she was half dry-humping him in walking distance of the club — vulnerable in a place any and all of her co-workers and managers could find her. But, having ached for him for so long, Autumn had long forsaken logic, allowing emotion to take full hold with each passionate collision of their lips. Her fingers darted up to tangle lightly in his hair, giving the locks a slight tug in appreciation of the bite to her lip. Somehow, everything he did—even things as miniscule as that—had her ache for him re-ignited and it didn’t take long for the dancer to replicate their earlier encounter with a slow grind of her hips.
His hips rose slightly, chasing after the friction she created once again. They've got it down to a science now it seems, his lips moving with more need than anything against hers as his hands find her backside once more just like back in the private room, striking it once, twice before grabbing at the flesh, kneading it in the palms of his hands. He really needed to get them to a place not the strip club parking lot, anywhere with a clean bed would do, honestly.
sometimes i like talking about plots and headcanons more than I like actually writing things out
astrales replied to your post:astrales replied to your post:astrales replied to...
it’s probs out there with my mind roflmao it’s been a while since i pulled an all nighter
same?????? im usually KO right about now
astrales replied to your post:astrales replied to your post:7:30 am o__o we...
i am alive and well we out here /crip walks
where is your chill rn
astrales replied to your post:7:30 am o__o
we reckless
its almost 8 now i think u ditched me tho
7:30 am o__o
Caught up in the sound of the engine and the promise lurking in its hum, Autumn nearly missed his murmured words. But, a breath or two into their embrace, her brain caught up and broke the syllables down again and again until she recognized it as his name. Jamal. Suddenly, whatever it was that had blossomed between them seemed to double, if not triple, in intensity and she wasted little time deepening the kiss as she used his grip on her waist to shuffle over the console. The driver’s seat was undoubtedly more cramped than a private booth but she hardly minded that — she wanted to be close as possible, to feel him in any way she could before the sun rose and their whirlwind affair had to come to a close. And as she settled against him with slender thighs planted on either side, Autumn couldn’t help but breathe out a shaky sigh; a test of his name for the very first time. “Mmm…Jamal.”
Large hands made home on the silky soft skin of her thighs, comfortable and brave enough to slide upwards, taking the material of her dress with them he nodded with a groan. He wasn't one of those people who absolutely hated their name, it was his name, to call him anything else (besides family nicknames) would be weird, hearing it come from those lips brought a new appreciation to the five lettered proper noun and he would do anything to hear it again and again. He couldn't think about how anything happening in the parking lot was probably risky, how the chance her leaning back and honking the horn with her back would be embarrassing, how he was too zeroed in on keeping her pressed against him that it didn't ping in his brain to take a second to adjust the seat back, none of those thoughts registered in his mind when he was relishing in the moment, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging.
Liam at Funky Buddha, July 1 2014
The approval in his voice as she settled before him had Autumn’s ego growing tenfold, confidence tinting the grin on her lips as she slipped her hand into his. To have him find her attractive within the club’s alluring atmosphere wasn’t too much of a feat; in fact, it was to be expected. But, to know that she could draw the same, awestruck reaction in a glorified tank top and sneakers gave the stripper a second wind of sorts, confirming that if there was ever a time to break the trade’s most sacred rule—never go home with a customer—this was it. He was it.
"Wow," she let out with a low whistle, hazels dancing over the vehicle in muted appreciation. Though she was far from a car buff, Autumn knew a good one when she saw it and found herself relishing in the way the leather cradled her as she finally sank inside. "This is nice, mystery man…" Truthfully, she was talking for talking’s sake, as though idle words would be enough to distract them from the tension that had filled the car within seconds of their entering. But there was no denying the way her eyes darted over his features and lingered on his lips; the way her thighs squeezed together at the sudden reminder of what had happened the last time they were alone. No, there was only anticipation; silence lined with mounting heartbeats as they awaited the first move.
He didn’t even know he wanted to impress her until they were in the car and the always welcomed smugness that settled in his bones when someone complimented his choice for transportation kicked in. But it didn’t overpower the undiluted want that still made his body hum with need. It was in the air between them and even the dullest of blades could slice it like frozen butter. Steady hands patted his pockets until he found his keys and managed to get the right key into the ignition when it hit him what words she used; mystery man, he liked that but he knew he’d like something much better coming from her lips: “Its Jamal,” he whispered before the dam broke, he leaned over and kissed her, cheeks cradled between his palms. Kissing is such an intimate thing, your mouth on someone else's, being able to taste the tension among other things was a terrifying thing. Doesn't stop him from doing it, blindly reaching out to grab at her waist, he wanted her back in his lap. He wanted her close.
indieprinces replied to your post:[throws confetti] plot w/ me
All I could think of was telling you to get a broom
why would i do that when you can clean it up for me???? jk
im actually going to sleep BUT
tomorrow tho plot with ME
i also owe likehcney a starter so i will write that and finish my drafts
[throws confetti] plot w/ me