unspoken.

reply sideblog for unsatisficd. limited access to formatting/post cutting.

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reply sideblog for @unsatisficd // low activity, limited formatting. available on discord. ( guide. muses. faces. kinks. wanted plots. visual inspo. opens. ) — sometimes mobile restricted and unable to cut posts.

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OPEN STARTER anyone that works w/ the linked plot- boss, professor, parent's friend, friend's parent! age gaps welcome.

PLOT based on [x]! there's been tension between them before now, and it's finally bubbling over

MUSE kyra blake - (20's, grad student or researcher, c. infiniti)

"DON'T MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M CRAZY." she's shaky with nerves, unable to hide the jitter in her hands and the pale, worried pallor of her face. it contrasts with the hopeful light in her eyes, enough to brighten her entire face as she takes a step towards them, a slow, cautious approach. "you almost kissed me. you wanted to kiss me." kyra's voice is nearly accusatory, an edge of bitterness as she remembers how close they'd come, the warmth of their breath against her cheek still lingering days later. "why did you stop? what did i do?"

[lustfooled]

his hunger for her was overwhelming, so much so he couldn't possibly hide it. at least not now, with his body exposed to her, his cock hard in his hand, his fingertips working desperately along his length at the mere thought of her. his fingers squeeze around himself as she speaks, as she remains so close to him...yet not quite close enough. each subtle touch she delivers only makes his desperation grow. his hips rock up into his hand, watching her with eyes filled with dark desire. a shiver rushes right through his frame as she speaks, the words enough to paint a pretty picture inside of his mind. his chest rises and falls visibly, biting down into his bottom lip. "oh, fuck, charlie." he whispered it, but the edge of a groan in his voice is easy enough to hear. he's practically drooling over the thought of her, wanting to reach out and touch her, to give into every desire. he was being a good boy, though, and he'd remain exactly that.

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SHE MELTS FOR HER NAME ON HIS TONGUE, the way his mouth shapes it into a groan sending a shudder along her spine. it’s maddeningly sexy, each wordless display of his desire heightened by his white knuckled restraint. charlotte can feel him threading the line, leashed by his own obedience. the rush of power is a small thrill, bubbling through her veins until it fizzes up to her brain and leaves her lightheaded and giddy. charlie is smiling against his skin, lips against his neck. “where do you want to cum, my love?” her words are sweet and gentle, syrupy innocence in contrast to her hand that slips lower down his torso, brushing against his rhythmic arm as her fingers snake between his legs. “right here, like this?” the question is punctuated with a long pause, charlie’s tongue dragging a path along the side of his throat as her grip curls around his heavy balls. “or inside me?” it was a selfish question, unable to decide herself if she wanted to drag this out, postponing her own satisfaction to push samar all the way to the edge.

[dvstbvnnies]

ROMY LEANS INTO THE TOUCH on her thighs, her hands finding purchase over his, as she fully seats herself in his lap. his cock fills her so completely, in such a way that she can't help the whimper that falls from her lips. she rocks her hips back and forth, adjusting herself to his girth, relishing in the feeling of being so full. "i forgot how good you feel," she tells him, a sinful smile on her lips, before she starts to ride his length, each rise and fall of her hips bringing another shudder through her spine. "fuck, baby."

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EYES CLOSE AND HIS HEAD LOLLS BACKWARDS, forced to swallow away the thickness in his throat as she swallows him up. garrett watched as she sank onto every inch of him, until their bodies are flush and his cock is buried as deep as she can take him. it feels incredible, groaning as her rocking movement causes a drag of friction, pleasure starting to build a deep ache in his stomach. “i didn’t realize your memory was so bad, sweetheart.” garrett murmurs, encouraging her gently with his hands as she starts to ride, gentle pressure to take him quicker with each lift and fall. “or i would have given you a refresher soon than this.” dark, hungry eyes rake upwards along her body, drinking in the sun-kissed skin of her stomach, firm breasts swaying above him. “or maybe i need to fuck you better, hmm rom?” with his words, his hips lift, snapping up to meet her hips with a rough thrust.

[lustfooled]

as innocent as some perceived him to be, that wasn't to say samar didn't have desires and fantasies, he certainly did. he watches her so closely, making it clear that every thought in his mind, that every tug of his hand along his cock was for her. his lips trace against his lesser lip, as he grows all the more comfortable and confident against the sheets. the touches are everything he'd known he needed, but he knew he craved even more. his feet press into the soft material of the duvet, watching her closely as he continues to work along the shaft of his cock, whining at the friction he elicits. he doesn't think he's ever done anything quite so intimate or vulnerable before. but he likes it, he likes the tension in his chest, he likes the twist of his stomach. "you thought about it?" he counters, head tilting as his lips remain parted, the look on his face practically sinful. "what did you do when you thought about it?" the question falls within a choked groan, biting hard into his bottom lip. he doesn't think it'll lose it's edge if she were to touch herself, too. he couldn't help but allude to it. wanting to see as much of her as she was seeing of him.

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IT WASN'T THE PERFECT VANTAGE POINT. charlie can see him in the mirror, but the distance erases the finer details and from over his shoulder, the scope of what she can glimpse is sacrificed for closeness. but what she lacks in view, she can feel, each movement made flush against her. the expansion of his ribs as each breath begins to come both quicker and deeper, pace steadying as he climbs in tempo. hips shifting back, pressed against her core. whines that reach her ears after charlie's feels them rumble up from his chest, sweet and needy notes that make her own cheeks flush hot with desire. she knows what he's asking from and she answers without lifting her hands from his frame, "i licked my fingers, and wished i had your mouth to make me wet." his exposed jaw begs for her mouth, and charlie leans forward to kiss the sharp corner of bone, dark rough beard tickling her lips as his head falls back. "and then i touched myself, so slowly at first." she's narrating into his ear, knows he can hear her own voice thin and rise as her excitement grows.

[lustfools]

the question startles him somewhat, mainly because he'd been counting on getting to touch her considering she was here. yet, he can't deny there's something hot about the concept. of allowing her to see how touches himself whenever work pulls her away from his grasp. something hot and vulnerable. swallowing thickly, his chest continues to rise and fall, "if you weren't here..." he trails off, tongue darting along his lips as he allows his hand to slip down his abdomen and between his hips. instinctively, his free hand reaches into the draw of the bedside cabinet, retrieving the half empty lube and pouring some against the palm of his hand. he doesn't have to move much and he doesn't want to dislodge her from his neck. the way her warm breath hits his skin has a satisfying chill rushing up his spine. lube covered fingertips then wrap around his hardening length, sliding his digits down towards the base of his cock, before he starts to pump, painfully slowly.

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THE THRILL OF HIS ACQUIESCENCE IS DANGEROUS, a delicious, tingling jolt that vibrates down to her core. this is new, uncharted territory for them, and charlie is taken aback by how raw and intimate it feels, despite the time-worn comfort of their relationship. her gaze travels upwards to the mirror hanging across the room - it had been the glimpse of his reflection that prompted her question to begin with - and she watches with rapt attention as he readies himself. "you're so handsome, my love." the words curl against his ear as her palm glides up along his chest, fingertips tracing the contoured edges of lean muscle, a teasing graze of her thumb across a rough nipple. "i thought about this while i was gone but nothing i imagined was this hot." she continues encouragingly, shifting again to watch him over his shoulder, the sight of his cock stiffening beneath his grasp, slick fingers dragging clear lube along the shaft as he slowly works. her instinct is to reach out, take over, and she fights it, pushing it back. wants to see samar move at his own pace.

[dvstbvnnies]

"YOU LIKE IT," she teases and a short laugh bubbles past her lips as he bites her lower lip between his teeth. romy can't help the way she presses to him, leans into his touch, as he kisses down her skin. a soft hum, a sigh, is all she gives in response. her mind is fulled with all thoughts garrett. the way he consumes her thoughts is so unexpected, but so welcome. the sound of foil ripping behind her brings a smile back to her lips, and she chuckles. finally. "as if there was ever gonna be any other way," she says with a grin and raises her hips for him. she brings her hands up, running them through her hair, to push it over her shoulder, then reaches down to line him up with her entrance. her eyes find his, as she slowly lowers herself down his length. her nose scrunches and a quiet, content hum vibrates in her chest.

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"I REALLY DO." garrett agrees easily, no reason to hide the amusement and pleasure that romy was bringing him. he's watching her with rapt attention, eyes following each smooth, curving movement of her body as she positions herself, curled fist around his base as she guides them back together. garrett exhales deeply as she slides down his length, each slow inch burying into her tight walls. he's watching her face, savouring each little twitch and murmur that dances across her features as he begins to fill her. "that's so good, romy. keep going, i know you can take it all." garrett reaches for her, palms landing on the lean muscles of her thighs and sliding up to her hips.

[cherrysugcr]

There were a handful of things Wells excelled at compared to other people. Notably one of them was sex, especially one night stands. While there was the lingering hope this wouldn't be a one and done he would respect whatever Kyra wanted. As his mouth continued moving over her neck he couldn't help but laugh at her whine as the door opened. "Relax sweetheart, we got all night." He reassures her with a soft nip at her jaw as he moves them into the bedroom. From the light in the hallway he's able to easily find the bed. After settling Kyra down he reaches to pull his shirt over his head before reaching to help remove her dress. "Now stupid question," he murmurs between kiss as his hands stay cradling her face. "Do you just want me to fuck you? Or would you also like me to eat you out? You're in charge tell me what you want how you want it. If you're not sure," he pauses pressing their foreheads together to force eye contact. "I'll suggest things. As long as you're comfortable and enjoying yourself - that's all that matters okay?"

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REALITY COMES BACK INTO FOCUS as wells carries kyra into her bedroom, the inherent intimacy of the space a grounding reminder that this wasn't fantastical dream, and that this was actually happening. her feet literally touch the ground again, and wells is making quick work of removing their clothing, easing her out of her dress with practised skill. with his shirt discarded, kyra doesn't bother to hide her appreciative look, palm coming to rest against his bare chest as he draws her back for another kiss. "very stupid question." kyra agrees, murmuring against his mouth. wells could probably feel her smiling, the shape of her lips moving against his. his directness is strangely comforting despite the crassness of his words, no room for misunderstanding. still, she blushes when she has to echo the words back to him, unused to vocalizing her wants like this before. "eat me out. please." she adds, half a beat after. it was the only answer - it had been over a year, and like he said, they had all night. "and you- that matters too." she didn't think there was any reason wells might have a complaint about tonight, but kyra still wants to say it aloud, so he knows her intentions were never one-sided. "will you start kissing me again if i promise to communicate?"

[dvstbvnnies]

PERFECT PINK LIPS SLIDE UP AND DOWN his cock so easily. it was a wonder they didn't do this more often, but then again, romy was typically one to keep a steady work/life balance. the moment his hand, however, listens to her and pushes into her hair, guiding her faster, aiding in the way he practically fucks her mouth, makes her moan. her eyes fall shut and she lets him take over. she knows her throat will be sore, knows she might need a moment to recover, but she takes him deeper, expertly letting him past the threshold of her throat. she pauses, her nose pressed to his pubic bone, before she pulls back with a gasp of air. her mouth presses wet kisses to his hip, up his abdomen, up his chest, until they're kissing again. she whines into his mouth, while her hand fumbles for her nightstand drawer. romy groans as she breaks the kiss, even letting a small laugh brush past her lips. she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a condom, before finding her way back to his lips. "put this on," she mumbles against him, before finding his hand and sliding the condom into his grasp. "i need you."

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IT'S NOT A SURPRISE THAT SHE FEELS GOOD, the ease in which she takes him down her throat a telling display of romy's skills, but garrett is certain that this is somehow better than it had been before. his hip hitch forward, just a stutter of movement before he catches himself from thrusting against her mouth, and focused on controlling her movements with his hand, each breath coming quicker and louder than the one before as pleasure coils in his stomach. the slick warmth of her mouth is instantly missed, groaning his displeasure as romy pulls off his cock. he's quickly appeased as her lips meet his again, his hand gliding up the curve of her spine, pressing her against him to draw her closer. "bossy little thing." he quips, catching her bottom lip between his teeth in a light nip as she presses something familiar into his empty palm. still, he obeys without hesitation, a slight jostle as he works open the foil still staying close enough to romy to continue to pepper her with kisses. mouth, nose, cheeks, jaw. anywhere his mouth could manage to land as he completes his task with one hand, giving himself a stroke once he was done. "i want you on top." he whispers, brushing his lips against her ear, though his tone conveys that it's a request and not a demand.

[cherrysugcr]

Wells knew the detour of giving her cat attention was not part of their plans but Kyra didn't seem to mind. Now that he's focus on her again he feels the familiar flame of arousal stirring within him. "No I don't think it will," he murmurs with a smirk fighting the urge to kissing along her jaw or bury his face in her neck. To his surprise it's Kyra who makes the first move connecting their lips together. At first he's so taken aback by it that it takes him a moment to kiss her back. As he does a hand slides around to her lower back pressing their bodies together. For someone who hasn't been intimate with someone in over a year, Kyra is a great kisser. Without breaking the kiss his hands easily move to the back of her thighs lifting her up, hoping her body naturally responds by wrapping her legs around him. Wells moves to press her against the nearest wall, slowly grinding himself against her. As he lets out a groan he brakes the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. "Bedroom, here." He murmurs unable to remember the layout of his apartment right now even if it is predictable due to its size.

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THE MOMENT IT TAKES BEFORE HE KISSES HER BACK makes her stomach drop. and then he's returning the kiss, that brief moment of anxiety lost in the feeling of his mouth against her own. she can feel his hands shifting down her body but it isn't until she's in the air that she registers what he's doing, a sweet laugh bubbling out between kisses at the unexpected movement. she's so giddy she feels drunk, though kyra knew she couldn't blame her single glass of merlot on her sudden lightheadedness. instead she was riding the high of her newfound boldness, and how nice it felt to be touched again by someone else after so long. it had been so long since kyra had felt wanted, and even if it was only for one night, she had no doubts about wells desire for her. her legs wrap around his hips as her arms curl around his neck in the same motion, anchoring herself onto him as wells moves, pressing her against the wall. there's no space left between them and she can feel the outline of him against her, hips grinding himself against her center. it's enough to make her whine as he breaks off the kiss, gaze casting up through her lashes to meet his. "this way." she's breathless, voice soft as she responds. untangling one arm from around his neck, kyra stretches her hand out, along the wall, straining for a moment until she finds the door handle, just managing to push it down far enough for the latch to release.

[dvstbvnnies]

THERE IS A PRETTY BLUSH TO HER CHEEKS. it's only highlighted by the mess made of her curls, so they twist around her cheekbones in looping tangles. "thanks, gare," she says with a sinfully sweet smile. she'd needed this-- needed him, even if she hadn't known it before this. yet, there was something so perfect about the way he looked in her bed, coming apart from her touch and her touch alone. she bobs her head along his length, taking him into her mouth lower and lower with each movement. she moans around him, her eyes fluttering just as she's met his gaze, as if that alone is too much. she reaches for his hand, grips it in soft fingers, before guiding it to the back of her head. she needs and wants him to take control, to use her for his pleasure just as she did him.

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THE SMILE SHE GRANTS HIM IS WICKED, a promise in her eyes that gives garrett a rush of excitement. the spontaneity of this moment is thrill in and of itself, such a marked departure than the last time they had slept together. it was a necessity to be good at compartmentalizing with their jobs and garrett realizes now that maybe he had done too good of a job with romy, unconsciously walling her off into the work section of his life. now he was looking at her in a new light, an entire new world of possibilities presenting themselves. it was overwhelming and garrett chooses not to waste time on philosophical debate with himself while there’s a gorgeous girl with her lips wrapped around his cock, shoving his thoughts aside to narrow his focus on romy alone. he allows romy to guide his hand, picking up on her wordless instructions. he threads his fingers into her tousled waves, cradling her head in his palm with a gentle pressure to guide her down his length. slowly at first, before working her up to a tempo that’s just quick enough to enjoy while still savouring her talents.

[nobcdysgirl]

over time, angel wondered in the back of her mind if they were meant to be anything more. it wasn't a usual thing to think about, considering she enjoyed having a carefree lifestyle. however, things felt different with akiko. maybe it was due to their close friendship that she didn't want to sleep with anybody else, because when she tried, she ended up changing her mind. nobody made her feel as comfortable as her best friend did. “uh–… no, not really. you can go first,” she muttered, hoping the hesitation didn't make her seem weird.

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THERE'S A MOMENT OF HESITATION, just a beat long enough to be noticeable as akiko opens, and then closes her mouth. instead, she reaches for the half full bottle of wine sitting on her coffee table and refills both of their glasses with a generous pour. it's not until after she's taken a long drink that she speaks. "i- uh.." she laughs, not sure why she feels embarrassed to tell her story. "i slept with a fan. i know. i know. it's such a cliche." but it made for the perfect meaningless hook up, someone she'd never see again in a city halfway across the country, to prove to them both that she could.

[smiitten]

making her cum over and over again was his magnum opus, the only thing that mattered in this entire world it felt at times. heart racing, mason is lost completely in the lust of this moment, wanting nothing more than to give her all of the pleasure she deserved. some might assume that he only held an interest in her because of what she could do for him and his life. but that couldn't be further from the truth. every second spent with her was electric, their chemistry something he could have only dreamed of. andrea was everything he could have wanted, and being buried inside of her pussy was better than any dream he could have had about. a grunt as nails dig into his shoulder, but the pain doesn't deter his pace and cause him to meter his strength. every single time, she got everything from him.

" that's a good girl. give me that pussy. cum for me. cum on that dick, " he all but demanded before one hand leaves her breast, only to have fingers slide down the front of her body. rough fingertips find her clit and vigorous circles are spun against her sensitive bud as hips continue to piston against hers as hard as he could. the slap-slap-slapping of their bodies meeting drowned out any sense of control as he ushered her towards another mind numbing orgasm. all the while, the tight squeeze of her walls gripping his thick cock has him being brought closer to his own orgasm. he knows that he's going to fill her up soon, but mason won't stop, wanting to completely claim every part of her body. " fuck, i'm getting close. this pussy feels so good. want me to cum in this pussy? tell papi how much you want his cum. "

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IN THE BEGINNING, andrea had thought that it was the secrecy of their situation that made their connection so electric. the more time they spent together, andrea had begun to realize that it wasn't their circumstances - it was just him. mason himself that andrea kept coming back too, unable to stay away even though she knew it was the smart thing to do. "it's yours, take it papi." andy breathes, the words practically a moan. it's a struggle to speak at all now, each pounding thrust stealing away her breath. even her thoughts are difficult to hold onto, waves of pleasure washing away everything else as her orgasm rushes towards her. his fingers are rough and mean, demanding that she cum for him as they circle around her clit and andrea whines in delight, back arching as he sends her over the edge. she cums hard, body shuddering as her orgasm tears through her, pussy clenching hard around his cock. the aftershocks flutter through her, slick walls of her cunt squeezing around him, wordlessly begging for his cum just as she vocalizes her pleas. "please, i need you to fill me up. ruin me, papi. i want to be dripping with your cum."

[dvstbvnnies]

THERE'S A BRIGHT GRIN ON HER LIPS. the way he follows her slight order, makes her ache between her thighs again, the previous throb still not even having subsided. she's kissing him, tugging at him, as he pushes the remainder of his clothing off, and she feels herself go dizzy. romy felt delirious, almost, not just by sex that wasn't work related, but sex with garrett. he felt so... untouchable, like she shouldn't be doing this with him, her roommate. it only made it that much better. just as herself, he lays bare before her, and her mouth salivates. she bites into her lip, as she sits up, scooting herself down to sit between his legs. she'd felt this cock, had it inside of her mouth, inside of her, but never like this. her firm hand wraps around his length, just the base, allowing his shaft to stand straighter for her, while she lowered her mouth on him. romy's eyes flick up to meet his, to see if he's as undone by her as she is him.

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GARRETT CAN'T REMEMBER WHY HE HAD EVEN COME TO ROMY'S ROOM IN THE FIRST PLACE. he isn't even sure if he had a reason, and whatever it was is long forgotten now, eclipsed by the unexpected (and undeniably enjoyable) turn their evening had taken. he settles back against her pillows, head lifted so he can watch her move down the bed to rest between her legs. "you look real pretty after you cum, rom." garrett murmurs, his teasing softened by the desire in his eyes as he admires her. his cock has been aching to be touched since he first tasted her and now he groans, the relief of her fingers curled around his sensitive length almost painful from how good it feels. he fights the urge to push up into her hand, wanting romy to have the freedom to do as she pleased with him. the warmth of her mouth feels incredible, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. when he opens them again, he finds his gaze locked onto hers, cock throbbing with with need at the wild, lustful look in her eyes. "fuck."

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OPEN STARTER f/n.b. - i was thinking hot milf-y neighbour but just give me smth gay

PLOT loosely based on [x] for vibes!

MUSE georgie jones - (20's, sports journalist, s. sink)

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE A HIT." georgie's suggestion is genuine, lifting her hand in offering. the joint pinched between slender fingers still smouldered, a waft of smoke drifting between them, taking a long moment to dissipate in the hot summer air. "might loosen up that stick that's lodged up your ass." she adds, challenge in her eyes as she relaxes into the cushions of her porch swing.

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OPEN STARTER m, someone she has some kind of history with, could have been a meaningless fling or smth that was more complicated!

PLOT based on [x], daisy mae got pregnant when they were together but didn't tell y/m. her soon to be ex-husband recently found out his daughter wasn't actually his and kicked daisy out.

MUSE daisy mae calhoun - (20's, trophy wife, m. randolph)

"LONG TIME NO SEE." the southern drawl has been softened over the years, trained out of her by prolonged proximity to the collective of WASPs that had become her social circle, but the twang lingers now, unconsciously strengthened as she addresses him. she has no right and yet her gaze is critical as it sweeps over him, taking her time as she takes inventory of how the last four years have treated him. "you didn't listen to me about wearing sunscreen." she finally remarks, a breezy casualness to her voice that's at complete odds with her current predicament. she shifts the weight on her hip, her daughter asleep in her arms, head of blonde ringlets resting on daisy mae's shoulder.

[honeyvce]

noelle had been halfway through her second glass of sangria when the storm really started showing off. rain battered violently against the windows, thunder shaking through the walls of her little rental while warm lamplight painted everything inside honey gold and soft. honestly, she’d been enjoying the excuse to stay awake. barely there tank slipping off one shoulder, tiny sleep shorts hugging high against her thighs, one airpod tucked into her ear while she lazily edited photos sprawled across the couch with her drink balanced dangerously close beside her. the entire neighborhood looked dead outside. dark and totally miserable. exactly why the sudden knock at her door damn near launched her soul out of her body. noelle jolted upright immediately, ripping the airpod free while staring toward the front door like it personally offended her. “oh my god.” the words left her under her breath before another knock sounded through the storm and every horror movie she’d ever watched suddenly started replaying in high definition. because who the hell knocked on somebody’s door at midnight during weather like this? a murderer, probably. naturally, instead of making any smart choices, noelle crept dramatically toward the front window and peeled the curtain back just enough to peek outside — which absolutely would've gotten her killed first in every slasher ever made. except instead of a masked serial killer, there stood her neighbor. the handsome one. leo looked completely drenched beneath the porch light, dark hair soaked through while rainwater dripped from broad shoulders tense with frustration. good lord. even soaking wet and visibly miserable, he still somehow looked unfairly attractive. noelle blinked at him for a second too long before quickly dropping the curtain again like she’d been caught staring, pulse suddenly doing something embarrassingly stupid beneath her ribs. because yeah, they’d noticed each other. hard not to when he looked like that dragging groceries inside or mowing the lawn in old sweats while she pretended not to stare through her kitchen window. but neither of them had actually said anything yet. until apparently now. during a biblical thunderstorm. bare feet padded quickly across hardwood afterward, french tipped toes peeking against the floor while she unlocked the door and pulled it open. warm air immediately spilled outward into the rain soaked night between them. noelle leaned lightly against the frame, sangria buzz still soft beneath her skin while curious eyes flicked over him once more. “okay,” she started carefully, lips twitching despite herself. “you either locked yourself out or this is the weirdest attempt at flirting i’ve ever seen.”

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IT'S PROBABLY ONLY A FEW SECONDS OF SILENCE, but each second stretches into an hour when he's this miserable. leo strains to hear over the wind and rain but it's impossible to tell if there's any movement inside the home over the lashing drops striking every possible surface. fingers flex inside the pocket of his jacket, a useless attempt to work warm blood back into the tips. on any other night, leo would have given up, but he's desperate, at a loss of another option that would get him out of the worsening storm. he resolves to knock once more before resorting to his decidedly bad backup plan of breaking into his own home. fist raised, it swings forward and strikes nothing. arm falling to his side with another jolt of irritation, a flash of embarrassment presenting as momentary rage. noelle - he learned her name after a mail mix up earlier that year - stands in the doorway like an angel. halo'ed by soft warm light, it takes him a few blinks before his eyes adjust to the new brightness and the edges around her soften, features coming into focus. he takes a half step forward before his frozen brain catches up and halts him before he can close the distance between them. it's hardly his fault - everything about her screams with invitation, a perfect parallel to the rainy, gloom of the night. all of it taunts him, golden expanses of bare skin extending from criminally small shorts, the warm air that rushes out the open door towards him, scented with something his tired mind can't fully identity. still, his eyes narrow at her words, dark brows pinching together with mild annoyance. "i know we don't know each other, but you can't even imagine that i have better game than that?" he draws his hand from his pocket, long fingers uncurling to show her the gleaming piece of brass in his palm, metal slightly sharp where the key had sheared off in his lock. "i know it's late and like i said, you don't know me but i'm fucking freezing." he's past politeness, uncaring about the audacity it takes to invite himself into her home. "i'll leave as soon as a locksmith can get here."