she's too rough

you can see that i just may be too crazy to love if i told you solitude fits me like a glove

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

aspen inexplicably screwed her eyes shut, twisting her fingers together so hard she swore she heard her knuckles pop. a wave of heat and passion washing over her like a flash flood or a tsunami or the shock wave from an inescapable blast. she could feel that heavy blush that onlysofia seemed to be able to bring out in her, it was weaving its way up her neck and her cheeks, causing her to heat up to the point that she believed that she could genuinely melt if the warmth grew any more. her hands came up to sofia’s face, her fingertips cradling her jawline as if it was some fragile, perfect and precious thing. “God –” aspen hissed against sofia’s mouth, her words jumbled and messy due to their clashing of lips. “you’re far too good at this.”

sofia has always felt like her organs are spliced with an anger that she can’t shake, a hereditary trait from her father that always warned her that she was more him than she had ever wanted to be. her fuse is so short that it’s constantly kissing the gunpowder. but with aspen, she could feel s e r e n i t y settling around her. with aspen, she is a clean slate, full of possibilities. it is scary to her for a moment, so terrifying that it grips her body, to equate those feelings with someone so capable of breaking her heat. but that subsides when aspen’s hands are cradling her jawline, making her feel as if she could battle anything — be anything. chapped lips are trailing over aspen’s jaw and then teh soft skin underneath her ear. “i want to make you feel good.” 

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

the trees in the clearing and the warmth of sofia’s hand in hers really shouldn’t of been sending a blush up aspen’s throat as quickly as it had. she’d held hands with people before, hell she’d already done so much more with sofia recently and what had changed since then? nothing apparently, but it felt like everything. as sofia closed the gap between the two of them aspen couldn’t help but close her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips, positive her cheeks were stained pink. “you’re lucky i trust you.” playful but honest, two things aspen seemed hell bent on spilling when around the beautiful girl in front of her. “because i really don’t have any idea what i’m in for.”

something was heating sofia up from inside, thawing the ice that had settled around her heart at a point in time that she still tries to keep buried deep in the recesses of her mind. but when aspen’s around, that flame transforms itself into something softer. a dull kindle welling up in her chest and shooting to every part of her skin that aspen’s fingertips touched. dark, anxious eyes scanned every contour of aspen’s face, as if she was committing it to memory, before a muttered curse is torn from her lips. “fuck it, i can’t take it anymore.” without a second thought, sofia surged forward, hands moving towards aspen’s hips to tug her closer. soft lips connect with the blonde’s with so much passion that aspen’s back is pressing into the tree behind them. 

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

another night, another out of world, out of body and basically out of mind experience. since sofia had burned her way into aspen’s life she couldn’t help but realise a whole new side of her was opening up, which was why she was winding her way towards the brunette as if her life depended on it, weaving through people she would never have a million years considered spending time with before sofia had opened her up the way she had. “i did.” aspen mused, before quirking an eyebrow. “what exactly did i make it to?”

the halo of blonde hair that was practically glowing in the pale moon wasn’t what was catching sofia’s eye. it wasn’t that aspen looked out of place ( even though she did ). it wasn’t that the girl was so beautiful and so much softer than she ever could have imagined. it was that her heart was practically leaping out of her chest at the sight of this ethereal girl, that she couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing up and down in anticipation as she drew closer. unable to wait any longer, sofia was up and winding her hand through aspen’s, guiding her away from the crowd and into a clustered group of trees lining the edge of the clearing. “one of the best nights of your life.” a smirk was curling up on alcohol stained lips, ghosting forward and closing the shrinking distance between them. “here’s hoping, anyways.”

[wtvrsofia]

it would be interesting, to say the least, to see how her these two worlds would collide. if it was anyone other than aspen, she’d be willing to wager oil and water. but the blonde was constantly surprising sofia, and that was hard to do. sofia was sitting off to the side, taking occasional sips from the proof of whiskey on the bench beside her, aimlessly listening to the booming music and conversations filling the air. a familiar head of blonde hair marching up the path caught her attention and she pushed past the lingering crowds of people. “you made it.” @aspenb

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

“truer words have never been spoken.” aspen grimaced, tilting her head as a sign of agreement between the two. it had been a while since aspen had found anyone who ever really wanted to just cut loose and talk about how ridiculous this stuff was. aspen was both expectant and surprised at sofia’s next words, one part of her had been longing for them, while the other part had laughed at how pathetic she seemed, clinging on for instructions from sofia. still, she answered enthusiastically all the same. “where?”

 sofia didn’t think she’d meet someone like this here — someone who understood her in a way that few had ever had before. but aspen had come along, beautiful and intriguing and infuriating all at once, and it had torn sofia’s expectations to shreds. “the quarry. wear something you wouldn’t mind getting dirty.” she wasn’t sure how aspen was going to take that. it was the place the delinquents hung out, not a place she would wager that aspen’s friends would ever step foot in. 

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

“medidation? yeah my mother tried that for a few months. did fuck all for her. she still tells people she keeps up with it though, apparently that impresses people or something.” aspen scoffed, a light smile dancing around her lips as she watched sofia inch closer, the aura that had been between them at the party had returned, but this time aspen was sober, meaning she couldn’t deny or brush it off as imaginary. “well. those things, are exactly what i’m after.”

“people are fucking weird,” she mused with a shake of her head. it seemed there was no escaping the types of people she had spent so much of her early adolescence avoiding. it was strange that aspen, who she had pegged to be one of them, was turning out to be so different. “glad i could be of service.” sofia considered her next words carefully, knowing that they could change the very precarious balance that they were clinging to. “meet me tonight.”

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

it wasn’t the reaction aspen had expected, she thought she’d get some form of a condescending smirk in response at the very least, some sort of out there lecture about being a buzzkill or some sort of neurotic weirdo at most. understanding and peace was not what she had seen coming, but she couldn’t say she didn’t mind how refreshing it felt. “what are the ways you’ve got then? because i’ll take what i can get.”

sofia’s parents had their faults and her upbringing had always been tumultuous. but if there was one thing she had learned, it was that she wasn’t in a place to judge anyone else. not with what her family had become, not with the reputation her father had garnered over the years. “well, there’s meditation. but honestly that shit never worked for me. it just made me think of all the shit i needed to do later.” she fidgeted with her pen, tapping it on the page, as she leaned in a little closer. “and then there are always some other activities. really takes your mind off things for a little bit. makes you feel good.”

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

as sofia’s eyes met her aspen could feel a light set itself off inside her head. this was dangerous, a bad idea and she was positive that they both knew it. still, maybe sofia was right, not everything did need to be prevented, and maybe whatever was happening here could be the one dangerous exception to aspen’s rules of safety. “there are people in my life that are less than considerate, let’s leave it at that.”

sofia was always finding ways to push limits, always finding ways to quiet the boredom settling into her chest. but she had never bothered to try to push someone else’s — she had learned that lesson along time ago. but sofia was finding that with aspen, everything she had carefully ingrained her mind was out the window. “consider it left alone. but there are ways to get you out of your head for a few minutes. it’s either that or go crazier than you already are.”

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

aspen could feel herself fixating on sofia the way she had when they’d spent their night together, as if sofia was some strange bright anomaly in her world. her words shifted her mind though, thoughts of her brother, the times she’d sat with him in his bathroom when their parents were out of town or too busy to care, calming him down as they both pretended they couldn’t see the pearly scars reflecting on his wrist reflecting under the light. “important stuff, you can prevent stuff by picking up on signs of things – stopping things before they get too far.”

sofia could feel aspen’s eyes on her, like it could burn through her flesh. she wasn’t scared of much, her childhood hadn’t bred that kind of luxury. but, by god, the girl beside her was going to give every one of her fears a run for their money. still, despite her internal warnings, she felt her eyes lifting to meet a bright, yearning gaze. “not everything in life has to be prevented. who made you so damn scared?”

[wtvrsofia]

aspenb:

“well, they’re very high, so. props to you.” way to go aspen, way to sound like a complete bitch. to be fair, she only wanted to match the tone the conversation had fallen into. amidst all the staring and the nerves twisting around in her stomach aspen had to note that the sofia that was in front of her seemed exactly the same as the sofia had left her lonely in her bed that morning. still brunette, still beautiful, still seemingly a minor disaster that aspen wanted to bury herself in. “some things can be prevented though.”

it was hard not to focus on the minute details of what aspen was doing and the way her hair fell over her eyes, porcelain skin glowing against the plain walls of the classroom. but sofia forced herself to keep her eyes on the page in front of her, fingers curled around a pen that she had carelessly fished from her bag. “yeah? like what?”

[aspenb]

“Still. Things I’ve heard about you is one thing, actually seeing you in action is another.” aspen immediately regretted her phrasing as she looked sofia dead in the eyes, determined to remain strong in the face of what was possibly the strangest encounter of her life. with possibly the strangest, yet oddly somehow most endearing and fascinating, girl she’d ever met in her life. “no fun. just security. that’s just as important.”

[wtvrsofia]

“glad i lived up to your expectations.” sofia hadn’t been intending the words but there was nothing she could do about them now and she wasn’t one to ever hastily mumble an excuse. if she said it, she would stick by it no matter how vague or petty it sounded. their eye contact didn’t falter, soft brown meeting darker hues, and suddenly she felt vulnerable. like she couldn’t hide behind the cool facade she had cultivated and sofia only prayed that aspen wouldn’t notice. “what good has that ever done us? we all get fucked over all the same.”

[aspenb]

“well, you never know. if i was working on my own i wouldn’t have, but i’d never seen your work before, can’t be too careful, right?” aspen knew how that last part would sound, reflective of the tentative dynamic holding the two of them together. neither of them could afford to be careful, that wasn’t a luxury that their lives had handed either of them. all it would take would be one slip up on aspen’s part, feelings thrown into the mix, and everything aspen had built up for herself would come toppling down. so no, you never can be too careful.

[wtvrsofia]

“you’re the one who sought me out, remember?” aspen was an expert at masking her emotions, carefully fixing her words. it was something that sofia recognized because it was a skill she had worked so hard to hone. but it wasn’t hard for her to catch the rare glimpse of vulnerability peeking through. what was hard was acknowledging that she felt that same raw emotion building in her chest. “where’s the fun in being careful?”

[aspenb]

aspen gave out a soft laugh, quiet enough that it wouldn’t disturb anyone who might decided to try and observe the two girls, but loud enough to make sure sofia knew that the humour in their conversations, rather than an acknowledgement of writhing bodies, tangled limbs and warm lips, was deeply appreciated. “maybe next time.” she mused nonchalantly, sliding the paper back to the other girl and leaning back on her chair. for a brief few seconds aspen thought about asking sofia how the rest of her weekend had been, but that would lead to thinking about the part of the weekend they’d shared together, the mess that aspen’s brother had dragged up the next day and the fact that aspen, who’s mind was notoriously hard to argue with and ignore was filled to the brim with thoughts of sofia herself. “i guess there’s no doubt that we’ll have the best project then.” she pronounced, opting for the safe option of sticking to school.

[wtvrsofia]

an unbidden image of aspen spread out beneath her, breathless and beautiful, popped into sofia’s mind. those thoughts had been coming more and more frequently since the weekend and surprisingly, she didn’t hate it. but she also couldn’t allow herself to get too used to the idea of something like that happening with aspen again. they were in two different worlds now. the old sofia would have fit in with aspen’s crowd perfectly but that wasn’t the case and she wasn’t going to pretend to be something she wasn’t. “did you really have any doubts?” 

[aspenb]

aspen nodded thoughtfully as her eyes skimmed the paper. it was good. beyond good. half of aspen, the petty half of her that felt the need to damage and lash out at what she didn’t understand, wanted the paper to be bad just so she could curl her lips up and politely inform the other girl who aspen had wasted so much time thinking about, that it wouldn’t do, that maybe she should have bothered to consult her. but she couldn’t. begrudgingly aspen turned to look at sofia, all harsh lines and rough edges that seemed softer if aspen squinted and imagined her bathed in light like she was that evening in her room. “it’s good. no complaints from me. nice job.”

[wtvrsofia]

a need for validation was something sofia had been familiar with, once. the need for her father to be proud of her, for him to pull her into a hug and admire the a she had brought home or the scrapes she had gotten from falling off her bike after an awesome flip. but that feeling was not one that had washed over her in awhile and the fact that it was aspen that was eliciting this kind of reaction made her squirm. it was getting harder to ignore that she actually felt something other than mild interest and disdain for the girl perched beside her. “i was expecting something more along the lines of a gold star but i guess that’ll do too.”

[aspenb]

the report. aspen had barely thought about it over the past couple of days, in fact, she’d barely had time to really focus on anything in depth. since the party aspen had made sure her mind had always been preoccupied with at least a dozen things at once so that she had never had to think about what had happened with sofia, and certainly how it had made her feel. now, in the light of day, sofia was right beside her and aspen was realising she’d have to play it just as cool as her. “thanks.” she mused, chewing on the tip of her pen, barely glancing at the other girl. “i mean, sorry i didn’t type it up with you, but hey you’re right, this way we don’t have to schedule too much time out of our lives for this.”

[wtvrsofia]

there was no denying that her proximity to aspen was doing some crazy things to sofia. her heart was pounding in her chest and her skin felt like it was being electrified every time the blonde glanced over. not that she was looking at sofia at all — her gaze seemed to be focused on the desk in front of them. “well, here. look it over and tell me what you think.” normally, sofia would have just handed it in to the teacher. her work yielded results, and she knew it. but somehow she felt like she owed aspen this small favour, at least. she slid the report towards aspen, eyes tentatively flickering up to gauge her reaction.

[wtvrsofia]

it had been a few days since the night of the party. a few days since sofia had slid into the early morning light, barely catching a glance at the soft rays of sun illuminating aspen’s face. it had been a lapse in judgment, a moment of weakness, and one that she would be sure not to repeat again. she could tell herself that, at least. sofia had forgotten that her lab partner was none other than aspen and she slid into her seat with as much non-chalance as she could muster. “i typed the report up so we don’t have to meet. it’ll save us some time.”

[aspenb]

white noise was all that surrounded the pair, in aspen’s mind. no party. no people. just bodies moving together. everything else was background noise, insignificant in the grand scheme of aspen and sofia. when sofia’s lips landed back on hers aspen felt herself autonomously wrap her arms round the other girl waist, pulling her closer to her, pressing their bodies together and grinding. her eyes flitted open and closed and aspen took every alert moment to take in every inch of sofia’s body that was on display, shuddering under her touch as she bucked her hips up to urge the brunette on, faster.

[wtvrsofia]

this is almost too much — the way the light is glinting off blonde hair and the softness of aspen’s skin mixing with the way her hips were jutting off the bed sharply and into her own. it was a heady feeling and sofia needed to regain some sense of control over her own body. lips trailed from delicate skin, knowing that bruises would from there, lower and lower until her mouth was hovering where lace had previously been. sofia’s eyes darted up to aspen’s, a last ditch effort to make sure this is what she wanted before they went too far. but she was willing to bet that there would be no complaint on aspen’s end and the thought made her lips curl up into a smirk, made her trail her fingertips over the girl’s thighs teasingly.