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JASON.

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          Just as she thought they were about to get somewhere, his words lingering in the room as a promise to fuck her until she was unable to speak, it fell away into the abyss. As did his physique from her eyeline — head dipping down as he consumed her once more, this time his tongue replacing the extended digits that had revelled in her damp heat moments earlier. Her back immediately arching at such an intimate touch, sensually groaning out at the sudden greeting of his tongue and lips against her. “Oh, fuck, Jason — yes.” Ava cried out, unable to hold her tongue much longer as he proceeded to make her his own, turning her into putty in his hands as he threw ministration after another at her, the coil in her belly building and falling at each action as he stopped and started. But soon enough, he pulled away, this time, the desired outcome was within reach, his hand rubbing at the denim covering him, his fingertips teasing her as they pulled the metal zipped, and soon enough freeing him from such constraints.

          A ravenous tug later, and she was hanging off the edge of the desk, black heels still very much firm on her feet as they soon found themselves cushioned gently against his chest, the tip of his cock ever so gently pushing against her. He was teasing her, taunting even, and it was enough for her to whimper out, more so as a beg for him to get on with it already. As he finally enveloped her, a groan that left his lips was matched in her own, eyes closing at the delicious sensation of him filling her to the rim, his first strokes slow and yet so aggressive with desire. Before she was able to respond to his statement, he was leaning down, capturing her lips and tongue in one swift motion, one hand gripping the back of the desk as his pace quickened, whilst the other curled round to hold the side of his face, as if keeping him there. A rare occurrence for her, but one she embraced naturally; as though her body commanded her brain, and not the other way around. As though it knew exactly what to do with him, and vice versa.

          As the kiss broke softly, a heavy breathe escaped her, the pounding, and the sounds of their skin filling the room; and the fact that anyone could possibly hear them didn’t seem to do anything but spur them on. “Don’t stop. Harder.” Ava cried out of desperation for everything he could give her, and so far he was ticking all of the boxes, making her begin to question why they hadn’t given into this sooner? A part of her knowing it was essentially inevitable, but she had resisted for the better part of over a year now, would this just be a one-night affair, or would the pair fall into a cycle? Whatever was to come, she didn’t particularly care in this moment. Right now, it was just her and Jason, and the way he elicited such pleasure from her body, with ways she was sure only he could bring from her. Her blonde hair splayed firmly against the wooden desk as her body began to heat. “God, I needed you so fucking much.” It was true, and a part of her knew she was going to regret letting such words drip from her usually sharp tongue, but that was the thing about moments such as these; honesty erupted from within.

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          The sun had shone through half-closed curtains, Ava recalling that upon her arrival home last night, ensuring they were closed was the last thing on her mind. It had taken a moment for her to come to terms as to who was in her bed, still not entirely aware as to where she was — this much not hitting her until a little later. In the meantime, she awoke from her slumber, blonde hair sprawled across her bare-chest and flowing down her back, eyes immediately falling on the face of Jason Cash; his pretty-blues not yet on display for her to fall into. Instead, his breathing was soft, eyes closed, and still very much in the land of catching-z’s. A soft exhale left her lips, her eyes still adjusting to the brightness surrounding her, silence washing over them as she rose her hand, brushing against his hard chest before coiling up to run her fingers and thumb against his neck, just catching his jaw-line. It was an odd sensation; the intimate gesture with him. Jase was not someone she picture the soft moment with — but he was asleep, so it didn’t count, right? It was strange. A part of her knowing and accepting that there was more to him. To them. There were real feelings here, and Ava did everything she could to bury those deep down, never one to accept anything emotional in her life. And instead, she just continued to ignore the fact.

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JASON.

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          As soon as the fingers that caused her to be a pulsating mess, left her, she immediately wanting to just grab him and push him into her; filling her entirely to the point she’d be willing to say just about anything to get the job done. Alas, Ava was as stubborn as they came, and she’d even be fighting against herself to ensure such actions were completed. Instead, blue hues caught his own ceruleans, as he tasted the fingers that had been within her core only minutes earlier; dripping in the taste of the blonde. A new sensation for him, taunting every sense within him, or so she had hoped — she may want to throttle him more often than not, but to know she spurred him on, as he did her, well, it was tantalising and addictive, really.

          It had only taken minutes for Jason’s hands to run up and down her body enough to rid her of the black dress she was wearing moments earlier, the zip sliding down her her back, his hands leaving electric shocks down her body in his wake; yearning for everything he could give her in this moment. In nothing but a red laced thong, she then lay flat against the surface of his desk, propping herself up on her elbows so she could watch him; her gazed fixed on one thing, and one thing only. And his hand soon went to hold himself, the bulge within his jeans very much evident on her locked glare. “Fuck me, Jason — god.” Her last word ripped from her lips as a desperate plea for him, the way in which her tongue ran over her lips signalling that desire further, hopefully coaxing him into a sense of lust and heat.

          Her small frame was almost writing on his desk, her legs spread wide whilst still wearing her heels, as he had requested, red stained lips matching that of her thong. And whilst he stood in front of her, one hand ran over her midrift, her fingertips tickling at her skin, taunting him further as to what he could have if he just gave in. She knew he would, of course, but nonetheless, wasn’t that what they were about? The chase. A chase that had lasted well over a year now, and had left them with the inability to wait any further, hiding in his back office with a hundred odd people outside, while they fucked on his desk. “I want you. Now. And if you don’t get your pants off, you can bet your ass I’m going to remove them for you.” It was a promise, not a threat. And she would have been more than willing to oblige.

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JASON.

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         One leg coiled willing around him, desperately clinging to his physique as he pressed firmly into her; leaving nothing to the imagination before he soon lifted her, hoisting the second leg around him until she was entirely under his control. Her entire frame in his grasp before they soon found comfort on the now-empty desk, the remnants of his work and items now splayed across the floor in a heap of mess that no doubt was meaningless in this moment of time. It sure as hell was to the blonde, anyway. And as his name slipped through the confines of her lips, reluctant and uncontrollable, it was enough to spur his ego. To demand it from her once more, to elicit the same reaction that he had only moments earlier. But alas, she did not oblige. The stubborn nature within her unwilling to give him everything he desired, not yet, anyway. Unfortunately though, that much only remained the plan for a matter of minutes, as the material of her thong was sidelined, his fingers plunging deep inside of her as her head tilted back at the way he filled her. Her mouth forming the perfect ‘O’, as the delicious sensation coursed through her like a small wave; one that she knew would only persist and eventually turn her into a crumbling wave of pleasure.

          “Fuck.”  One syllable, it was all she could manage at the ministrations she was now subjected to. Jason’s elongated digits filling her to a brim as she contracted around him, growing accustomed to the sudden entrance, the desperation very much clear as there wasn’t much time between the pair entering his office to their current stance. Legs spread, him inside of her, and small moans escaping her lips before he soon questioned who that part of her belonged to. “You’re an egomaniac...” Ava’s reluctance was fighting hard. But she could hardly deny him. Right now, she very much was at his mercy, belonging to him in the only sense that the blonde was able to to anyone. “You, Jason — you.” It had released in a large exhale, soon divulging into a whimper as he moved within her, pressing firmly against the sweet spots that caused such noises to escape her usually fiery lips.

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SIERRA.

              If looks could kill, Sierra would have snapped her neck over and over again; the smirk across her face rubbed the woman up the wrong way, but she couldn’t be annoyed at her. Stupidity and recklessness had driven her to act like such an idiot, but the child deep inside of her wanted nothing but to ball her fists up and stamp her feet around. “I want to throw you in there too—” The brunette groaned, kicking the rest of the box lightly to make herself feel better. Shockingly it did nothing of the sort, but the movement did something in the way of relieving the tension inside. “I knew I always hated rice for a reason…” The woman mumbled, finding herself warming up to the idea of a small smile. “I think so? I don’t know.” Truthfully she had never been a fan of looking up how to back her files into a cloud or onto a hard drive because for the most part, her laptop didn’t contain any personal information. If she had lost a few photos that wasn’t the end of the world, it was the months worth of reports that put her on edge… “Does tequila count as food? Because I need a slammer or five before I go home.”

         “Oh, relax. There’s no need for violence, Moore.” The blonde assured her, rolling her eyes slightly at the threat that she knew full well wasn’t about to happen. Firstly, Sierra was probably about the same size as herself, so that alone would cause a struggle, not to mention that Ava was well known for the fight and stubbornness within her, so to top it off, she was sure the pair would end up in there together. That being said, that was one way to get her laptop back, right? However, the topic soon moved onto the idea of a drink as opposed to food, and Ava would admit that she was glad for the suggestion. Tequila had always been her forte, and what better way to get over the turn of events than to divulge in the strong beverage? “Tequila it is.” The blonde agreed before a smile soon crept upon her soft features, turning on her feet before heading down the pier, beckoning the brunette to follow her as they desperately trudged onto their next location; anywhere that served slammers, preferably. “If Tequila doesn’t help, I don’t know what will? — And was there a particular reason you were pulling a Rose from Titanic, and chucking your items into the abyss?”

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JASON.

                  It was inching a year now. Their paths had crossed almost a year ago, countless hours spent in the other’s company between then and now, and this, was the closest they’d ever been. The fact had an assault on his senses: caused his skin to pulse, his ears to mute their surroundings, his mouth to dry. His heart to hammer. The bottom of the list was the reason he hadn’t pressed into her completely yet. He didn’t want to be her anything, or anyone’s anything, but he wanted her; and to be wanted by her. It was as simple and as complicated as that. But pride was a hamartia to the Southerner, and if she could feel just how hard his salient organ thumped, knew the effect the suspense of this ultimatum had, the consequence of a NO would reap more ramifications than just humiliation.

                 But it didn’t come. His name was a whimper leaving her lips: Jason, not strung with the usual floss fire or venom, but something more delectable on the top of her tongue. A plea. A moan even, and with it, came her hand on his neck and a diametrical shift in the atmosphere surrounding, the kind that could only be felt if you were in it. Where iciness from their tension in the booth had them stiff before, melted for something hot; sultry air thickened them, had their breaths heavy, his skin beading with perspire that only came with wanting something so bad. She had him hooked. Hanging on the half-moon of her crafted fingernail, waiting, wanting, needing. And then–– ‘I don’t want you.’ His heart crawled into his throat at that. Ice trickled down his spine. Tracings of a diminutive smile found his lips, whole face aching. That was it then. The answer to his months in limbo. A simple ‘don’t’ spliced between the words he so desperately wanted to leave her–– 

                 Her grip fastened. Sharp nails dug into the nape of his neck, pulling him close, lips feathering come the words ‘I need you’. That didn’t just melt the ice away, it burned it; burned him, and scorched fire from the top of his head, to his toes, and then up again, halted at his manhood, and stiffened it. His lips immediately parted in a need to inhale the words, taste them, tongue brushing her pair of rose petals through the act. What a set of words to leave him breathless, threaten to kill him with. Heavy lids found their way over ceruleans, hunger filling him, edible in the reaction of hips that pushed and pinned hers to the pillar. Their lips were still pressed, his own ready to crush her own, but the fact of the matter was, he wouldn’t be able to stop if he started. He needed somewhere quiet. Private. So with swift movements and a hiss come the part of their bodies, he took her hand, and led her through the crowd 

                 The minute the door to his office closed he had her whirled around, pressed to the back of the door, one hand gripping her jaw, the other  gripping her thigh in a lift around his hips, that stiffness pressed against her lower stomach. “… You’re fuckin’ impossible, you know that––” And his lips were on hers. No restraints, no bounds, just want as his lips, his hands, his everything consumed her.

          How did she miss it? Ava knew men. She knew what they wanted, and how they wanted her. So, how did she not see it within the man who stole so much of her time? In Jason. The man who rocked up his competition in the form of The Cellar, hung out until she finished up, and then proceeded to drive her home. The man who pulled at her pigtails like a fourth grader that had a crush on a girl; his words having the same effect. The insults. The back-and-forth between them that was conjured in seconds of laying eyes on the other. The way in which he stormed through his place and demanded explanation as to why she hadn’t confided in him about her arrival. The small spouts of jealousy she saw within him that he denied until he was blue in the fact. And as she made her mental check list — it had become fairly obvious. When everything was in one place. When his actions were grouped together, he had very much been vying for her attention, as he said. The fire between them clouding her judgement. And the fact that he wasn’t just someone she’d ‘hit and quit’. Or perhaps that’s what the desire was? She hadn’t given into him yet, and he wanted what he otherwise couldn’t have, or hadn’t, had.

         Her body was flush against his, and backed into the pillar, his hips gyrated against hers for a moment at she was honest. That she admitted she needed him. That wanting was beyond, at this point. She had surpassed that the moment that the realisation had hit her, and her hand lay in his as she dragged him away, the same action that soon followed. At first, she had fought everything in her not to pout at the sudden departure of his body against hers, but it was short lived. His hand in hers, leading her through the crowd they had fought through moments earlier, now retreating in a whole new light. For a whole new reason. The destination obvious as the office door came into focus, immediately swinging open at Jason’s hand before her petite frame was backed against the very door that had been slammed shut at this stage. One hand against her jaw, her head tilting back to gaze up at him as her lips opened, accepting the newfound position she found herself in; one thigh now hoisted up against him as the intoxication of one another coursed through them. Desperation taking over.

          Before she could respond to his statement, his lips had taken hers in a ravishing and determined nature; and the taste of him swept her senses, driving her wild. How did a kiss have her wanting to cry out for him? — It had never happened before. The blonde usually in control, dominant, her emotions in check and her physical reactions very much kept to a minimum. But yet, Jason’s hands, his lips, HIS SMELL, it changed things. Immediately, her want for him was shown in the way she reciprocated the kiss, her leg now coiling around his waist, pinning him to her, reluctant to let him go. The kiss had become ravishing and all consuming, a mess of lips fighting for dominance before her tongue had slipped through the gates of his soft pink lips, seeking one thing and one thing only. Him. The warm sensation of his tongue against hers. How hadn’t she known how much she craved his touch? The way his hands elicited quivers of pleasure at every touch of bare skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Jason.” It was almost inaudible, a whisper against his lips as she exhaled.

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ADRIAN.

                   He didn’t see her before he heard her. Head in the clouds, tired eyes glazed as he searched his duffel for his keys, auto-pilot on. Had he been paying attention, the blonde slumped at his home’s threshold would have vied and snared his notice instantly. But alas, it was the small ‘Hi’, and the shift in the creaky hardwood beneath her that had his head darting to a center and his gaze fastening, punctured with an amalgam of slight startle, gladdened to see her, but more dominantly, worry “Uhh––” Was everything alright? Was Alec? Was she? A redundant question to ask, considering the rare swathe of vulnerability on features that so rarely wore the varnish. Loss for words he was; lips parted and broad frame shifting in its footing. Then, his bearings came, and soon a warm smile did too.

                   “Hey…” He cleared his throat, giving her a once over and a tacit look that asked what verbal elocution spared her. Everything okay? But it dispersed soon–– he had learned to not pry with her, and if he wanted her to talk, it would be at her own speed. So his faint grin borne of warmth returned, keys found, and shift of his duffel over a broad shoulder as he moved to unlock the door, “You hungry?” He asked, comfortability in his tone to ensure that she felt it too, “We ordered Thai last night. Too much. Enough pad thai to last us through next year,” He jested through a crooked grin, stepping into the large, rustic loft, holding the door open for Ava to follow, trying not to keep his worry obvious.

          It was always a risky move turning up at Adrian’s. Someone with whom knew her, perhaps more than he let on — someone who challenged parts of her that she had tried wholeheartedly to shut down. Including the vulnerability that had unfortunately crept up on her this evening, leaving her at the foot of his front door awaiting the man’s return. A desperate desire to distract herself from reality, from the home life that was now invaded by the brother with whom she had lost for years, behind bars, serving time for the assault and battery he had taken part in. Further proof that their family was dysfunctional to the core. Not only was there Ava, but now her brother Alec, for Adrian to have to deal with, and everything that came with the Wright siblings. In fact, she was surprised that Alec hadn’t beaten her to the punch and turned up here first, both of them storming off in a huff after a recent collision.

          The topic of food was perfectly timed, and exactly what she was looking for. Not to mention that pad thai just happened to be one of her favourite meals when it came to takeout. So, who was she to dismiss such a delicious offer? “Sold.” The blonde muttered, agreeing, now at his side before the door swing up, allowing her to enter into the familiar residence before shutting the door behind her, eyes glancing around the room as she took note of the features. Though she had been here before, it had been a while, and in turn she was taking a mental note of everything around her, including her company. “Where’s Zoe?” She questioned, wondering where the brunette was this evening, half expecting her to rock through the door any moment. Funny really, how different Adrian and herself were when it came to relationships. He had been serious with the woman for some time now, meanwhile the blonde was still engaging in — well, these days ‘meaningless’ wasn’t quite she was it with some regard, at least. Still multiple people, of course.

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JASON.

                 To describe what the Hell was going on between the two was like delineating a colour to a blind man; a muddled, meandered mess of words and examples that couldn’t quite reach their mark, leaving him grasping at straws and you the only one knowing the truth. The closest enrapture said from heart to tongue, however, was this; more than friends, less than lovers. That’s what Jason and Ava were. Purgatory.

                He grew steely, cold, once the words left his lips. He was a man of few regrets and he found himself regretting; regretting for breaking his resolve, for saying things, revealing things. The southerner would have liked to blame it on the Don Julio he had been nursing all night, but no–– it was her. Seeing her there, without warning, no desire to seek him out in own his club. A few seconds were needed to grasp his bearings, control his temper, so the charm offensive could return and moving on with the bottle blonde in effort to hurt Ava could ensue, but then, he felt it: a heat, a hand, her, and eyes; eyes that beckoned him, depleted the machismo swelling in his chest, and pulled him in line with their beckon call. He followed. A fly on the wall who knew him well could see the power the girl had over them, if the countless rides home wasn’t enough; even angry, even blood pulsing with mercury, she had the power to do that. To have him follow her. 

               “–The fuck is there to talk about?” He started, brows furrowed, ready to hurt her with fangs, but as she went on, Jason Cash was at a loss for words for once. A rare, rare softness seemed to shellack her, a side of her he hadn’t seen yet, and a side he couldn’t have been more curious about. There was nothing around anymore. No rattle of heavy bass from speakers, no crowd of party-goers, no bottle blondes or VIP sections. Just him, her, and a cold pillar pressed. All he could really focus on was those baby blues, those pouty lips, and how he wanted to pick her hand up again. Keep it warm in his.

               ‘What do you want?’ The loaded question that she deserved to ask and he deserved to receive. An intensity filled his ceruleans. His parted lips came to a shut, his jaw setting firm with muscle. He shifted then, closer, closer, until her back was against the cool stone of the pillar and her front was pressed to him. “What do I want?” He echoed, rising a hand, the opulence of gold rings unable to hide the roughness that came with growing up a poor southern boy, to her jaw–– digits in a juxtaposed tender but firm lock around her chin, tilting her face to his, voice lowering to something deep, “… For you to want me the way I want you,” His stubbled jaw dusted across her cheek, lips finding her ear, “–But I gotta feelin’ you do. In fact, I know you do… So here’s what I want–” He stopped, pulling away, but just enough for their noses tips’ to brush, “… I want you to show me. Stop beatin’ around the bush, stop tryin’a fight everythin’ all the damn time, stop bein’ scared of the things you desire. Want me.”

          It was surprising really, she half expected a stubborn protest from the male, but instead, he willingly followed her into the silent abyss that was their next location. Hidden away in a secluded area behind the bar, somewhere the two could get matters of their chest, whether they were honest or not was another matter entirely; especially where Ava was concerned. The blonde always finding it difficult to allow herself the vulnerability of discussing topics in a raw sense, no walls, no persistence in the sense that she didn’t give a shit, when in perhaps she did. It didn’t take long for the pair to arrive, now consumed with the silence around them; giving them the opportunity to drink each other in entirely, Jason’s voice now questioning why they needed to talk in the first place — surely he was fucking with her, right? He had to be. He told her this ‘honesty’ because he wanted to play with her, and give it five minutes, and he’d turn around and tell her she was fucking stupid, and he was Jason Cash. He didn’t do anything that involved meaning.

          Alas, as time pressed on, it was becoming more obvious that this was in fact a real situation. The proximity between them now non-existent as he continued to walk towards her until she backed up, her back now pressed against the pillar they were hiding behind. His chest pressed firmly against his, leaving little to the imagination. Her question rung between them once more as Jason repeated himself, as if he was contemplating for a second what he did want from her. Nonetheless, he knew. He had known for some time, apparently. His elongated fingers holding her chin, tilting it upwards to meet his own as his mouth inched closer to her, his words blowing against the nerves of her ears; the warm breathe causing her to fall into the pillar that little bit more. ‘For you to want me the way I want you.’  If he had wanted her as badly as he suggested, then why had it taken him so long to act on it? Why didn’t he just take her.

          ‘Want me.’ Well, fuck. It was down to her. When did that situation ever end up well? Leaving it to the natural blonde to make the final decision. To be honest. To act essentially out of character to her usual antics. His nose was rubbing against her own, she just needed one little, minuscule push, and her lips would easily take his own as her willing victim. The taste of him on the tip of her tongue. However, he was right. She was scared to allow herself to desire him. They were fire and ice. Sometimes hard to tell who was which, and sometimes they were both at the same time. He wasn’t asking for a relationship, he wasn’t asking for anything of the sort. Just to want him, and to show it. But the trouble with sleeping with him, or acting on her impulses, was that she would have no control over herself, and he would all but consume her. He had that ability. She would lose herself. “Jason...” It wasn’t necessarily a protest. In all honesty, it was out of exasperation. HIs name almost a moan from his lips, almost desperate for his touch.

         “You’re wrong.” She muttered, licking her lips as one hand west to rest against the top half of his chest, fanning out as she felt the muscles beneath her tough. The other rising to the other side of his neck, her thumb grazing against the soft hairs she was greeted by. And in all honesty, she had no idea where she was going with this. At first glance, she was giving up. Denying him. But in actual fact, it was quite the opposite. “I don’t want you.” Ava started, trailing off into silence before, the hand against his neck actually closed, giving her a tighter and more primal grip against him, her lips hovering over his for a moment longer. “I need you.” For tonight she’d admit it. There was no guarantee that tomorrow she’d allow him to take her again, this was Ava Wright after all. Her eyes locked on his, his lips now pressing against his, but not in a kiss, just a small and light contact, almost teasing him to push that extra little slither if he wanted her as much as he said he did.

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PARKER.

               Parker had always been a selfish man, but sometimes it worked in his favour. More often than not it had got him into trouble, but the organisation had little influence on what he did; meetings weren’t necessary and had it not been for their new arrival, Parks would have given up going. But she was something to look at, even more to get to know and a challenge —- There was nothing easy about a girl like Ava, eyes hiding secrets beneath their skyline exterior. All of them had something to hide, but the extent of their troubles lie deep underneath the part of them they showed to the world, and he was okay with that.  So as they made their escape and returned to the night, Parker breathed a sigh of relief from the freedom that came with breaking unspoken rules. He laughed, wondering if they’d be watched by other members incase they chose a different side; yet he knew they wouldn’t as he sipped on his beer, grin wide as she caught him off guard by curling an arm round his neck. “No—-” He teased, dropping an arm to her wait and lifting her up ever so slightly. And then her lips were on his, a brief but feverish connection that had the pit of his stomach growling for more.

               His free hand found the softness of her skin and held her gently for the few seconds they connected. She pulled away and he caught up, letting the balls of her feet touch the ground once again as Ava suggested her place. “How far away is that?” He asked with a smirk, walking her backwards until a wall stopped him from going any further. “Then take me—-” Parker whispered against her mouth, peeling himself away with a grin and outstretched arm, “Or we’re going back to that basement.”

          There were no rules to suggest that recruits could not ‘fraternize’, essentially. That Ava could not kiss Parker, and vice versa. However, it had never happened in N.E.T. Not yet. Not as far as the blonde was aware. So, as she snaked her arm around him, bringing him to her lips for the first time, this was a first for the group too. If somebody had walked outside, and were greeted by the show the pair would put on for them, then they would no doubt be shocked into silence, as this was new territory. Nonetheless, it was hard to ignore. Parker was ridiculously good looking, and she was sure he knew that, and the connection between them was hard to deny. Their common connection with North End tieing them together further. So, on top of leaving early, and their now physical connection, it seemed a day for breaking rules that had never truly been established. However, as her lips graced his own in an animalistic desperation, the male lifted her to the point she was on the tips of her toes to meet his lips, a more comfortable height difference so she could explore him further.

          It was only a brief exchange, and rightfully so, considering how public the pair were with their intimate moment already. Not exactly for prying eyes and ears, hence the suggestion of taking this to her place. And as she rested firmly against the floor once more, it didn’t take long for Parker to force her backwards into the solid, cold, wall behind them, her breathe caught for a moment as he inched closer once more, though immediately restraining himself, pulling backwards to suggest the basement if it wasn’t close by. Thankfully, it was. She was a North End native, of course, and her place was about 10 minutes around the corner from their usual meet-up spot. “Can you wait ten minutes?” She questioned, her lips meeting his own once more in a taunting and chaste kiss, tasting him as she took his bottom lip between her own, her eyes then locking on his as she freed him from her willing restraints. 

         “If you can, then we best be going. And if you can’t — well, we’re hiding behind this tree here, ‘cause I’m not sure the people downstairs are ready for that kind of show yet. As much of one as we’d give them and all.” The blonde added, licking her lips as she contemplated her own decision, though making it clear what the options would be for him, and where they could go from here. Her place was a stones throw away, however, and they’d have the privacy to do as they pleased, or they’d be here. Desperation consuming them for the ravenous exchange, permanently christening this place for every other meeting that took place here.

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RHYS.

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It was becoming a habit now. Not going home. Rhys would finish up his shift, change quickly in the staff room, and then head on out to one of the bars in town. Now that Elena had returned home, he found himself doing the same thing every night, because why not? He had no reason to go home. It did make him think that perhaps Zoe had a point during their last conversation, when she’d started quizzing him about whether he wanted to try and settled down sometime in the not too distant future —- he’d assured her he didn’t,  but maybe she’d been right, especially considering how reluctant he was to go home to an empty house. He tried not to think about it too much, though, it would only lead him to insanity. So tonight he was focused on drinking, upon the people around him, both the familiar and not so familiar faces. 

And speaking of familiar faces… He picked up his drink, making his way across the crowded room and towards the blonde. Ava was someone he hadn’t seen for quite some time. Maybe it was because he’d been devoted to his work up until recent months, maybe it was simply because they hadn’t been in the same place at the same time. As he reached where she was stood, he offered her a smile, presuming that she’d seen him as well. “Hi there,” he greeted her, his tone casual.

          The blonde was out more often than not at a bar. Not to say she necessarily had the social life to do so, but she had a few friends who frequented her company. Sierra and Ava the more common female friends she associated herself with. However, tonight she was flying solo after a long old shift at work, and no ride home from her usual driver. Instead, she left The Cellar and rocked up at the next available joint where she hadn’t been slaving away for hours, in desperate need to get out of there and get her own drink where she was just a paying customer. So, as the blonde took a seat in one of the booths available in the night club, people surrounding her, alongside the harsh vibration from the bass that just seemed to echo through to every corner of the establishment, enough to drive someone to insanity, she was sure.

         However, though that was sure to be the case, her thought process was interrupted by an all too familiar face, encompassing the vibe of the establishment in his style, drink in hand as he greeted her. It had been quite some time since she’d seen him out and about, and shew as sure that was due to a number of reasons. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.” She toyed with him slightly, teasing at his sudden re-appearance into the world, or so it had seemed to Ava considering they hadn’t crossed paths in what was sure to be months at this stage. “Sit.” It wasn’t so much a question, more of a suggestion, considering the amount of room she had secured herself.

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(iMessage): Other Ava 🖤

AVA THE MEH: I can do with getting laid? What the hell's that supposed to mean!?!

AVA THE MEH: ... Fuck, you're right though.

AVA THE MEH: So? Don't you guys have some weird thing? I can't tell if you hate each other or not. I mean, he's sort of a dick so I don't really blame you.

AVA THE DEMON: Don't question it, just get to rectifying it, already. It's not like Lanford is lacking in attractive people. Like what the hell is in the water here?

AVA THE DEMON: What's that got to do with me going out for a friends thing? But yes, he is 99.9% of the time a giant asshole. But it's weird, he's not always terrible. I use that word lightly.