Help Yourself Friends

Hey there. I'm Trip Welch. I'm pretty laid back. If you need any destressing or just need a friend, I'm the right person to come to.

[morganrayes]

I might have to bring my dogs home

[morganrayes]

The only reason you had to “rescue” me was because I cheated. Had he cheated on me, I would have been “psycho” as well. In fact, I did go psycho on the last person to cheat on me.

And the only reason I cheated was because I was weak. My father’s unexpected death affected me in a way I did not imagine and I made the mistake of becoming emotionally dependent on him, a mistake I have no plans on making again. Now if you care to step off your soapbox, I’m fine. In fact, I’m pretty happy doing what I’m doing. I’m different now than I was then. I can take care of myself, thank you.

[trip-welch-blog]

What you're doing now is weak. I never thought you stupid Sea Witch, but this... this is beyond stupid 

I have nothing left to say to you

[morganrayes]

I might have to bring my dogs home

[morganrayes]

It’s simple really. I was bored, he was here, we worked. It’s simple, we fuck, occasionally he takes me out for dinner or drinks. It’s like it should have been the first time, without….complications.

[trip-welch-blog]

Do you hear yourself right now? You don't remember how we started dating in the first place? I had to half kidnap, half rescue you out of his place. He's psycho Morgan! The fuck are you thinking?

[morganrayes]

I might have to bring my dogs home

[morganrayes]

You heard me.

[trip-welch-blog]

I know I heard you. My brain is just having a hard time comprehending why the fucking hell you would do that! -gets louder as he speaks- 

[morganrayes]

I might have to bring my dogs home

[morganrayes]

She’s just not a dog person. But I assume she would rather hear them attacking an intruder than wake up to him standing over her bed and me having to get the shotgun.

Oh you know, nothing major. She just found out I’m fucking Jeff again.

[trip-welch-blog]

YOU'RE WHAT?!

[morganrayes]

I might have to bring my dogs home

[morganrayes]

Right? They’re my alarm system anyhow. I’m sure she’ll understand.

Besides, she’s already angry with me. How much angrier can she get? I’d have to do something really big.

[trip-welch-blog]

It might even brighten her mood a little. You're dogs are disciplined. I can't imagine Ness truely disliking them. 

Oh no. What did you do?

[morganrayes]

I might have to bring my dogs home

Vanessa may not like it, but it’s my house and one week is as long as I’ll part with them for.

[trip-welch-blog]

That sounds completely reasonable 

[ihaveadreams]

[a-thousandesires]

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

It’d been a while since she felt hands scaling up her sides the way Trip’s were now, and she had to say, she’d certainly missed it. They lit a trail of sparks behind them as they went, igniting excitement within her. With her shirt cast aside, she had to admit that, for the first time… she felt vulnerable. And not in herself, but in her appearance. It was so entirely backwards for her that it threw her for a moment. Evalynn had always been the exact opposite: confident in her looks, but not necessarily in all aspects of herself. And now it was like, somewhere along the way, it’d reversed. She blamed the fact that she couldn’t stop thinking about the nasty stitching on the side of her stomach, below her rib cage. Sure, it had an awkward bandage covering it still, but that only served to make her feel even more insecure. Hating the way the foreign emotion felt, this new uncertainty in her looks and her body, she swallowed it down and moved to grip Trip’s belt loops, pulling him against her as she bent her neck to kiss and nip at the place where his met his shoulder. After a moment, her fingers slid out of their place and moved to the button and zipper on his pants, beginning to undo them.

[trip-welch-blog]

Getting a glimpse of her bare torso, he noted where her bandage was. We'll probably have matching scars, he thought to himself. Not many people knew about his gun shot wound from years ago, and even fewer noticed the scar. He had never really stopped and thought about it, especially while in the situation he was in, till now. His mind was quickly distracted with her nips and kisses, a low growl sounding from the back of his throat. He was very aware of where her hands were and began to grind himself against her, purposely to tease her. If there was anything Trip was guaranteed to be, it was a tease. In turn, he pushed her bra straps off of her shoulders and reached between the mattress and her back to unhook the bra, bending his neck down to kiss between her breasts before lifting the parcel off of her with his teeth and throwing it aside with the rest. 

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Evalynn smirked at that, a flash of the old her behind her eyes. That was another thing she could say she liked about Trip - he brought back who she was before all of the shit; before the shooting and before everything that happened previous to it even, back to who she was when she first met him that night at prom. She’d missed that version of herself in some ways. “I said on occasion. Trust me, I’m still a challenge.” Confused when he moved to scoop her up, she let out a startled sound at being swept off her feet, clinging to him out of instinct, her arms going around his neck. “Well, that’s new,” she murmured before she kissed him, lips moving with his easily. As she was set down on his bed, she watched him remove his shirt with amusement, happy to watch him do all the hard work. A soft hum escaped her like a purr as he kissed his way up her neck, and she wound one hand up into his hair while her other one trailed down his torso before sliding around and moving back up his back. He felt toned, which was nice, and she had to admit it felt good to be close to someone like this again. Turning her head, she pulled him close and kissed him again, gripping hair a bit tighter than she had before.

[trip-welch-blog]

Trip was not surprised at all with how hard Ev was gripping him. When he first met her, she had seemed to be the type that didn't do anything gently in any aspect of her life. That included her honesty, which was one of his favorite traits about her and definitely the one that stuck out the most when he thought of her. It was why he remembered her upon his return, even when he hadn't thought about WDH at all while he was gone and had just met her before he left. Dare he say he even liked her. But Trip wasn't stupid enough to open that pandoras box up again so soon. Part of his heart still hurt for Morgan, but a bigger part of him was caring less and less about his once Sea Witch. He took her eagerness as a go ahead to regard her less fragilely. His knees rooted themselves in the mattress at either sides of her body while his hands scaled her sides, pushing her shirt up as they went. He enjoyed her soft skin and carefully avoided her wound as he pushed her shirt up higher and eventually off of her body, throwing it to the side to join his.

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[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

"I can be easy to please on occasion." She smiled as he closed the door, cocking a brow when he moved back in her direction and immediately began to pick up where they’d left off before. A part of her didn’t know why she was doing this. It felt almost wrong, like a betrayal of some sort. But the other part, the part that reasoned she had no one to betray anymore, the part that wanted to feel something other than the endless flipflop of grief and an empty shell, won out. She kissed him back just as she had before, pressing her body against his carefully. She was on enough painkillers still that the healing bullet wound in her abdomen didn’t bother her much, and the small amount of alcohol she had in her system helped her to hardly feel it at all. But she still knew to be cautious.

[trip-welch-blog]

Trip chuckled and moved farther into his apartment with Ev's body close to his. "So you're not even going to make this a challenge for me?" he teased. If she hadn't been injured, Trip would've just stumbled to the bedroom. Since that was not the case, he didn't want to take the chance of either of them tripping on anything on the way. Besides, he didn't even know the apartment that well himself. He scooped her up, bridal style, with ease and kissed her as he walked into his room, putting her down on the bed. He took off his shirt, throwing it aside, before he climbed on top of her, careful not to put any of his weight on her, and peppered kisses up her neck. 

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie.

[trip-welch-blog]

-Chuckles- Mess is ok. Just try not to break shit. It’s a little early for that. -opens the car door for her and walks her upstairs, opening that door for her too- ta da!

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Well damn, that’s one of my favorite pastimes. Killjoy. *Cocks a brow and gives a nod and a shrug of approval.* Not bad.

[trip-welch-blog]

Glad you approve. - closes the door behind them and doesn't waste and time before he starts kissing her again-

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie.

[trip-welch-blog]

Always with the charm. -winks- you’ll be the first.

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

The first? Wow, now I do feel special. Does this mean I’m not allowed to make a mess?

[trip-welch-blog]

-Chuckles- Mess is ok. Just try not to break shit. It's a little early for that. -opens the car door for her and walks her upstairs, opening that door for her too- ta da!

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie.

[trip-welch-blog]

When you’re better. Promise. -takes her hand and kisses it- come on. You get to see my new place -leads her out and into the car-

[ofcoffeestainsandpoetry-blog]

Again with the charm. *Smiles.* Oh, do I? Lucky me.

[trip-welch-blog]

Always with the charm. -winks- you'll be the first.