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A B O U T I S A I A H

full name: Isaiah Andres Cruz

nickname(s): Zay

#(muse)

Text||Zay-->Aurora

A: Not as of lately, though I did get an emergency clicker in case that happens again. Keep it in my back pocket.

A: You don't have to apologize, I'm sorry if I got out of line but, your friend just gave me bad vibes.

Z: smart!!!

Z: shes not a bad person

#(text message)#(tm:isaiah&aurora2)

Text||Zay-->Aurora

Z: hey just wanted to see if you locked yourself out of anything recently

Z: and thanks for comin to the baby shower. sorry about what happened.

#(text message)#(tm:isaiah&aurora2)

nelwalsh:

His knuckles were slowly regaining their color as his hands relaxed against her hips. There were soft kisses and gentle thrusts as the woman’s hands raked through his hair. Her frame was so much smaller than his own, covered in a mixture of each other’s sweat and breath. “Whenever you want,” he repeated, voice low and coated with nerves.

Isaiah’s eyes were wide and searching for some type of approval. He enjoyed the moment, and it seemed that she had enjoyed herself as well but insecurity was a bitch. Especially when it came to a woman like Nel. She was a bit rough around the edges, but she was also smart, independent, and fearless. She didn’t need Zay for anything-- which was fine-- but he wanted her to want him.

Eye contact was scarce, but Isaiah couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach as she draped his shirt around her frame. Actually, butterflies were too minimal to describe what he was feeling. His nerves were performing a gymnastics routine in his stomach. Zay watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, pulling his boxers up past his waist. The pitter-patter of Jack’s paws against the floor alerted him, and Zay stood up to feed him dinner.

“It’s not weird,” he reassured her quietly. It was much different than photographing or filming her though. After a shoot, she would clean up, throw her clothes on, and order dinner for the two of them. Zay would e-mail her the files and ask when her next bartending shift was. But this...this was intimate. “I didn’t have plans to leave,” he admitted, reaching for her hand.

Zay making the move to the bedroom for something less X-rated was a bit ironic. He pulled the sheets down and took his regular spot on the bed, tugging on her hand until she was next to him. “You can put a movie on, but I don’t think I can focus,” he giggled, “you are just...the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t want this to be a one and done.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)

thebootydiaries

am i doing this right

xisaiahcruz

ft. @nelwalsh

#(muse)#(ft. nel)

nelwalsh:

Their relationship had been built on trust and safety. Zay had spent weekends at her place, photographing and filming her. Finding the right angle, making sure she looked good. That she looked unattainable, a dream girl. He had lived with accepting that she would be unattainable for him, because he still had her in such a different way.

But tonight.

Scratches lined her back as he slammed her down onto his cock. Her moans were different than the ones she provided for film-- less exaggerated, more genuine. The room was a symphony of pleasure, and Zay wanted to hear those sounds more often. “Good things come to those who wait,” he reminded her, attacking her neck with desire.

A triple-dog-dare, a playful challenge that put a smile on his face. Isaiah had no intention of letting her go to bed unsatisfied; Nel deserved the world. To feel good. To feel loved and appreciated. The muscles in his thighs tightened as he thrusted deeper inside, his head buried in her breasts, while she screamed out in pleasure.

His body shook at his own release; his breathing labored as he giggled. Dark, glistening eyes peered up at the women who he held tight against his own body. “Yeah?” he asked, curiously. Zay wasn’t opposed to constructive criticism, but hearing that...well, his confidence reached a level it never had before. “I could do that more often for you,” he murmured, “make you feel good. Wherever you want, however you want, if you’d let me.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)#(NSFW)

nelwalsh:

It happened. It had finally happened. He gazed upon the woman with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes as she stretched out and tightened around him. She was soft and accepted his length with ease; the pretty sounds she made causing a tightness in his abdomen.

“I got you,” he whispered, hands moving up her shirt. Zay desired her, desired to memorize the feel of each inch of skin underneath his fingertips-- the mole beneath her left shoulder blade, the scar tissue on the nape of her neck from an old hair mishap, the way her jaw felt when his hand clasped around it. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Nel,” noses brushed as her lips marked him.

Zay thrusted up into her, using one hand to tug Nel’s shirt over her head. He’d seen her body before, many times, but it was a lovely sight each time. Especially when she was moving against him. A giggle escaped as she confirmed her fears dissipated; hopefully she meant they could do this again. And again. Isaiah obediently moved his hands back down to her waist, burying his head in her neck.

Would she cover his marks up for work tomorrow? Or would she proudly broadcast her night to all her coworkers and patrons? Zay felt confident that he would be the only one, aside from clients, to see her like this. Genuine. Vulnerable. “Whatever you want, baby,” he panted. “I’ve thought about making you cum for so long,” his breath hitched as her sounds grew louder. The heat around them was rising. “I never imagined that you could feel this fucking good.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)#(NSFW)

aurorabulan:

nelwalsh:

The small glass of champagne wasn’t working fast enough for Nel to block out all of the noise that was accompanying her head. She figured that her behavior towards the woman was mostly unwarranted, but if she would have just stopped touching him, then everything may have been a bit better. Her eyes directed towards Zay at Aurora’s comment. Girlfriend was a strong word. Best friend didn’t feel strong enough. One that they hadn’t navigated through, which made this situation feel even more uncomfortable and worse than prior.

She had no excuse to be so territorial. Except seeing someone she… cared for being touched by another woman. They obviously had a connection, which made Nel feel worse about the whole endeavor. She knew she shouldn’t have shown up, but if she hadn’t would Zay have seen the way the other woman looked at him? Spoke to him?

Maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea. Like, at all. Her attention turned towards the woman who grabbed Isaiah’s arm, her face stayed stoic and cold. Nel didn’t take the time to reach back out to the man, knowing that fighting over a man was stupid. Her words didn’t necessarily affect her as much as they embarrassed her, knowing people would probably look at them for acting this way at an event she technically wasn’t even invited to. “My deal is that you’ve been touching him the entire time we’ve been standing here, you’re literally speaking in a different language to talk about me, which isn’t making it any better, and– for the record, it’s very, very obvious that you’re flirting with him.”

Her eyes looked at Zay quickly, running her tongue over her lips as she down the glass of champagne. “No, we’re not dating, but you could also have the decency to ask if we’re fucking.” She looked at Zay, shaking her head. “Sorry.”

The first action she immediately did was stand firmly beside Zay, a jerk reaction to grip onto his forearm until Nel dropped the bomb that that very act was what was driving her insane. That they weren’t technically dating, that they were best friends, and best friends who were romping around. It was true that Zay hadn’t brought Nel up at all in the conversations they’d been having, and she was thankful for that because it felt incredibly intrusive if he was willing to share an intimate detail like that. From the way Nel spoke, Aurora had no reason to believe she was bluffing on that connection, though she was confused about the photographs and art part.

Everything was starting to become too much. Aurora was always hands on with her friends, it was a force of habit, something that she never considered to be too over the boundary unless the person called for it, and she certainly didn’t think she was flirting with Zay, not in the slightest.

“Do you have any idea how insane that sounds to ask something like that so bluntly?” Aurora asked. “I spoke to him privately because my gut was right, at least for me something is definitely off with you, and I have no business butting into that, so I’m gonna take my leave.” Aurora said, she pat Zay on the shoulder and shrugged. “If I don’t hear from you, I guess I’ll know why?” She peered over at Nel and simply stood her ground. The woman didn’t intimidate her and if this was her first impression then so be it. She sighed then, giving Zay a gentle wave. “Yeah I’m gonna go.

@xisaiahcruz

He stood in the silence as Nel’s words echoed between the three of them. It wasn’t a lie, they were fucking, but he didn’t think a baby shower was where it was going to be announced. It didn’t help when Aurora shot back, and he closed his eyes-- he had no desire to see the carnage.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Isaiah glanced around. The last thing he needed was a scene, especially on Alli and Sanem’s day. Thankfully, there were only a few onlookers, the rest of the crowd seemed to be entranced by love and new life. Looking at Nel, he put his hang out as if to say “Why?” but quickly turned back to Aurora.

“No, wait-- you’ll hear from me, we’ll talk, but like...,” Zay took his hair down, a new habit. “There’s nothing off with Nel. I think...I think maybe this place might be too much?” he looked between the women, pulling his hair back into a loose bun. “Somewhere else with less fancy stuff would’ve been better for you guys to meet, I think. This is a lot.”

@nelwalsh

#(story)#(isaiah&aurora&eleanor1)#(event002)

nelwalsh:

Zay kept his hands against her skin as he kissed her forehead. “It’s okay, love,” he murmured softly. This was new territory for both of them for a number of different reasons, though the common denominator was vulnerability. “We can go slow,” he offered, doe eyes staring at her.

Biting his lip, Isaiah allowed her to expose him for the first time. The most she’d ever seen was his underwear from the nights he’d forgotten to pack something to sleep in. She wasn’t laughing, but... “Is it, uh, is it okay?” he swallowed nervously. They just kept talking. Zay tried to remember how sex was instigated in movies, but his mind was blank. “Oh.” Was he supposed to ask her about that? With a shrug, the only thing he could say was, “Cool.”

He helped remove his shirt as much as he could, mainly helping Nel keep her balance on his lap. This was it. There was nothing more to remove from his body. Did he need anything? Staring into her eyes, Zay’s mouth ran dry as he shook his head. “What? Hey,” he managed out, “it’s okay. Don’t worry,” Zay canted his head into the crook of her neck, laying soft kisses in the crevice.

From the length of time she had been on his lap, Isaiah was aware that her panties weren’t doing much. The fabric was too thin; there was no hiding any of her dripping. “I know you’re ready,” he nipped at her lobe, “and you know I’m ready.” Pulling away briefly, Zay used a hand and tugged her panties to the side, slipping in slowly but with ease. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathed out, rocking slowly. “You tell me how you want it.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)#(NSFW)

aurorabulan:

nelwalsh:

Her eyes narrowed. The fact that Aurora felt the need to speak behind her back only made the situation worse. The gesture made her skin crawl, her breath leaving her lungs in a bit a fury, but subtly enough that she wouldn’t make a scene at a baby shower, of all places. As Nel progressively made moves on her dominance, she noticed that the other woman didn’t let up. It felt like a girl code that she couldn’t break– her trust in Isaiah was too much to break, but she felt that there had to be something else that she didn’t know.

“I don’t know if I’m too hungry, but you go ahead,” Her vision settled on the man’s lips as she gave her own tight-lipped smile, letting her fingers play at the base of his neck. There seemed to be a bit of her that was coming out that she really hadn’t seen before. It became catty, and she didn’t like it… but at the same time, she felt this necessary need to at least be informed of people who felt that they could just touch him like that.

The jealousy that raged through her only made her words quicker, and her brain think less, unfortunately. “Speaking of photos, I mean, being a locksmith is practically a side-job at this point with the money he makes as a photographer,” Her vision went back between them. “You should show her some of your work sometime, babe.” Nel smiled at Aurora, shaking her head slightly, “He’s got a natural eye for art.”

The art thing was new, though she wouldn’t have put it passed Zay to have hobbies such as that. There was something about the way Nel was describing it though that was making it even more territorial than before? She was sweet and nice? Aurora was a little weary of that fact. Was there something she was missing or did Zay just happen to have tunnel vision? Judging by the way he was smiling ear to ear and taking careful precautions when it came to Nel’s dietary restrictions, she figured it was the latter. “Tinitingnan ka niya na para kang isang piraso ng karne.” Aurora spoke softly over to the man. If that was their connection then Aurora couldn’t judge nor would she have if that wasn’t the case either.

But something about it left her feeling unsettled, especially with the way Nel spoke, it was very abundantly clear that Nel was trying to prove something, whatever it was. Only when she called Zay ‘babe’ did she nod and chuckle. “Zay? Is this your girlfriend?” She questioned, “You never said you were off the market, you dog.” She coaxed.

As the man suggested getting into the photobooth with both women, Aurora politely declined, not wanting to subject herself to Nel’s glares any further. “No, I think I’m only comfortable if it’s just us at the moment.” She was never one to back down when someone was treating her unfairly, so she looped her arm around Zay’s and made a statement that was crystal clear to Nel, “I don’t know if this is the type of thing you’re used to, but I came here with Zay as a friend and you’ve been talking down to me the minute you laid eyes on me, so whatever your deal is, you may as well get it out in the open before you tear through your palms or his neck.”

@xisaiahcruz

His smile never left his face, though his brows furrowed at the comment. “What? No she doesn’t,” Zay shook his head back at Aurora. If anything, Nel looked at him the way anybody looked at their best friend. He rubbed the back of Aurora’s hand with the tips of his fingers, a small gesture of reassurance. Though, he wasn’t quite sure what he was assuring her of.

Girlfriend. He looked at Nel briefly before gazing down at his feet. They hadn’t discussed anything of the sort. Ideally, he would’ve answered “Yes,” by now, but Nel never made things easy. She was complex, and if he said yes it would cause confusion between both of them in private. “She’s my best friend.” It was the truth. She couldn’t get upset with that.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s cool! We can hit it later?” he asked Nel. Zay was just about ready to go when Aurora continued. Looking between the two women, it was clear that there was something he missed. Opening his mouth, Zay realized this wasn’t his place-- and settled for shuffling uncomfortably in his shoes.

@nelwalsh

#(story)#(isaiah&aurora&eleanor1)#(event002)

nelwalsh:

His smile became lopsided as small groans escaped. Zay had been in this position many times before with her in dreams-- dreams where he was smart, charming, and knew exactly what to do. Instead, all he could do was nod and reciprocate the kiss.

Nel’s moves were gentle, but domineering. He followed her cues to the chair, watching in awe as she disrobed. Her legs might’ve been Zay’s favorite part of her body-- they were long, smooth, and could interlock around his body easily if she truly wanted.

Isaiah inhaled sharply as she sat on him. The closer they became, the higher the tension felt. Hands grasped onto her sides, brushing against the bottom of her crop tee, slowly rocking her against him. “I know,” he mumbled against her ear, confidently. He could do this. He could leave her in a euphoric daze, unlike anything she’d ever had before.

Allowing himself to relax, Zay’s hands moved up her back, continuing to moan as she laid kisses against him. It was nice. It was...”Hm?” his eyes widened a bit at the comment, a blush coming over his cheeks as well. “It was...it was something,” he admitted, embarrassed. Leaning forward, Zay kissed her gently. “I don’t...want you to think of this as work,” he said quietly. “It’s just me, baby, okay? Zay.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)#(NSFW)

nelwalsh:

Nel rolled her eyes, a big smile crossed along her face. “For the hundredth time, I’m a bartender. My job is to poison people.”

It needed a bit of cinnamon. Nel sprinkled the spice over the oats gently before offering the food to her… guest. Her shoulders shrugged before she wiped her hands on the back of her jeans, “I go every Sunday morning. I try to get there early to get the ripe stuff. If you spend the night, it’s a bit easier to get out of here, but you can always meet me.” It felt odd stating the words, as she knew that ‘spending the night’ may have a different meaning than it used to.

At his sudden quietness, Nel wasn’t exactly sure if the words she said were too forward. She didn’t want to scare Isaiah away, but she felt that there needed to be a bit of playfulness that may have been missing. It seemed tense. But at the man’s question, she found herself being caught off guard this time. “Um,” She coughed, feeling tightness in her throat. “Yeah. I mean, yeah. I think that would be good.” She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to keep her composure and the interaction light. “Tonight seems like a great… time to do it.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)#(NSFW)

aurorabulan:

nelwalsh:

If looks could kill, Nel’s eyes would have most likely burned through the hand that sat on Zay’s forearm. It wasn’t anything malicious, she could tell, but she wondered why the jealousy had to come into her throat so intrusively. “I mean, Zay and I have been friends for years, so I’m not sure that we’re in the same boat at all.” Nel smiled, a humorless laugh cycling through her lips as she turned her head away from the situation. If she didn’t get out of this, she may have to say something that no one wanted to hear.

Nel is super important to me. The words struck a chord, making her heart flutter a little bit. At least it wasn’t the other way around. She knew that Zay most likely kept random people at his side, considering this girl who looked like she was getting closer than Nel would have liked. “I don’t need anyone’s help to do anything, but I’m sure she’s great at her job.” She smiled gently at the man, knowing his intention wasn’t to harm her– really, she knew that all Zay could do was speak nicely of her and their relationship.

Standing a bit closer to the man, she placed her hand on his shoulder, moving her thumb up towards his neck a bit as she tried her best to claim territory that she could have sworn was hers a few days ago. “How often do people lock themselves out of their cars?” Her eyes searched between the two people, wondering if a hand would display along her back if she got closer. She should at least try to be nice. “Is that a common inconvenience most people have?”

@aurorabulan

Though Aurora may have extended a pleasantry with Nel, it was very clear that she’d either caught her on an off day or the energy that was emanating off of her was incredibly…off-putting. Maybe first impressions just wasn’t her forte’ or maybe she was mentally crushing her hands with her eyes. It was a curious glance, one that Aurora took with a grain of salt. There was condescension in her tone, as if the years she’d known Zay was superior to the weeks that she’d her friendship with the man. “Ganito ba siya palagi?” Aurora questioned to Zay in their native tongue, other furthering Nel’s point that they weren’t on the same boat. “I guess we’re not,” Aurora said, though the light didn’t reach her eyes.

She was used to smiling even when she felt like it wasn’t warranted. Nel’s dominance in moving forward, her thumb gently cascading at Zay’s neck, Aurora laughed softly as she simply let her hand slip down to his wrist, pointing over to a savory station for food. “Wanna grab a bite? I know you said you didn’t have much today,” She offered, before her eyes glanced over to Nel. Was she punishing her for getting locked out of her car? Or was she just a really bad listener?

“Zay did just say it’s pretty common.” Aurora began, “If it didn’t, I guess you’d be out of business wouldn’t you?” She teased the man, laughing along with him as she handed him a plate, offering Nel one after as a buffer, though Aurora couldn’t help but feel like the woman wanted to tear her apart. Whatever type of friendship this was, Aurora felt some intensity that she certainly hoped they wouldn’t be around for the rest of the evening. “Hey Zay, you promised on the photobooth, after you chow down let’s head over?”

@xisaiahcruz

Isaiah stood between the women, beaming that they were engaging in conversation. Tone and body language were not things he understood; the subtle pull on his wrist from Aurora shocked him and the soft touch of Nel’s hand had him melting like butter. “Hm? Siya ay napakatamis at mabait,” he replied, shaking his head. How was she not seeing it?

“Yeah, of course!” he beamed. The appetizers looked fancy, as if they used some sort of fancy salt instead of regular salt. “Nel’s a vegetarian though, so I gotta find something that she can eat,” Zay explained, intercepting the plate. So far, it didn’t look like there was much, but some type of salad had to be somewhere. Most fancy parties had some type of salad.

Looking back at Aurora, Zay laughed softly. There was no back-up plan to being a locksmith, so he was grateful for people’s mistakes. “It was either locksmith or plumber, but some of those pipes...they use a lot of math,” he informed both women. Slipping his free hand around Nel’s waist, he grinned. “Photobooth, with both of you? How’s that sound?”

@nelwalsh

#(story)#(isaiah&aurora&eleanor1)

nelwalsh:

Trust was important to Nel. She knew that Zay would never break her trust. That’s all that mattered to her in their relationship, because she figured that everything else came with time. She was happy with him. “You seem a bit submissive to me,” She smirked, “However I want? It’s your dinner I’m making, you should choose.” The oatmeal cooked on the stove, stirring it gently, she added a bit of milk for fluffiness. It felt like home, just the way her mother would cook for her and her brothers growing up.

Her eyes stayed glued to the small amount of liquid that dripped down his chin, just pink enough that it tinted his tan skin. If she was feeling bold, she’d lean up to “I’m a professional at the farmers market,” She wiped it away with her thumb, and placed it in her mouth to suck off the juice. “We should go together sometime.” Placing the bowl of food in front of the man, she sat at the small island, leaning forward and taking the first bite.

“You could have had me for dinner if you would have just asked, you know.” Her eyes pondered up, “Kind of why I wasn’t really hungry for takeout tonight.”

He waited patiently next to her, smirking under the glow of the vent light. “I didn’t know being grateful for a meal meant that I was submissive,” Zay looked at her, eyes glistening. “You work in a restaurant and I trust you not to poison me.” The aroma began to fill the small space, not overpowering but warm. His eyes followed her hand, soft and dainty, as she helped clean up the mess on his face.

Breath caught in his chest, Zay coughed softly. “Farmer’s market. Let me know the next time you’re planning on going. I’m over here enough anyway, might as well start helping stock up on some food,” he licked his lips. Steam rose from the bowl, but he continued to watch as she stuck the spoon in her mouth, the words hitting his ears slowly.

“I-- oh,” he cleared his throat once more. The problem with Isaiah was, he never would ask. She could’ve been completely naked, sitting in his lap, and he wouldn’t do anything. There was a silence as he struggled to figure out his next move, but he knew he wouldn’t leave. “I know we talked about it earlier, but did you want to have sex with me? Tonight?”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)#(NSFW ish)

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#(muse)

nelwalsh:

A bit apprehensive, Nel cleared her throat at the man’s touch, wondering if she really could do something like this. It had been a while since she had trusted someone so deeply, and the trauma of that trust being broken was never fully resolved. She trusted Zay because he allowed her to make her own decisions and work under her own terms. Would that change when the roles changed? “We can do more,” She laughed, feeling her cheeks redden just at the thought. The man was a lot more smooth than he thought he was, she could tell he was sneaky. “As long as you don’t think that… I,” she paused, biting down on her lip. “Yeah. I trust you.”

Already, she felt like putty under his touch. His words meant something to her because she knew that he was loyal. He had shown her that over the years, which made her believe him. This wasn’t just anyone– this was Zay. “Right, yeah, I know, but it still doesn’t feel real. I guess I’m just waiting for the moment to kick in.” The melting sensation had started to occur with weakness in her knees but was recoiled when he pulled away. She shifted a bit uncomfortably, moving up towards the kitchen at his request. “Blueberries and strawberries,” She pulled at his hand, willing her to follow him into the kitchen. “I like a bit of peanut butter on there too.”

Her hands grabbed the small packet of oatmeal, put some water on the stove, and pulled the fresh berries out of the fridge to start cutting. She tucked the hair behind her ear, questioning her own movements. “You have me all… domestic,” She giggled, holding out a strawberry for him to bite into. “Bite.”

Cool. There was a plan for more. They both wanted more, this was a good thing. Zay needed most things in his life written out, and he couldn’t have been more appreciative of Nel’s openness. Neither of them moved, but everything was out in the open. It would happen. Eventually.

He had never seen Nel like this-- smiling, giggling, and the domineering façade nowhere in sight. “The moment,” he repeated, licking his lips lightly. When the hell was the moment? Was he supposed to know? Obediently, Isaiah stood up and took the few steps to her kitchen as he had so many times before. “However you make it, I’ll take it,” he grinned. The low light in her place messed with the shadowplay, sculpting her cheekbones in a model-esque way. Or it was his infatuation.

“I don’t have you any way,” Zay giggled. He stared at her with doe eyes before leaning in and taking a slow, deliberate bite. “These are ripe,” he mumbled, wiping at his chin. “You’re really good at getting the most ripe fruit. I feel like I eat more of it than you do.”

#(story)#(isaiah&eleanor4)

aurorabulan:

nelwalsh:

The invitation sat on her counter for a few days. It sat there, getting peanut butter on it, underneath all of her bills. She didn’t really want to come, but hearing the enthusiasm from Zay about his friends baby shower had really struck a chord in her heart that made her want to do something nice. A fancy baby shower where she had to wear a dress to fit in made her feel… wrong. This definitely wasn’t her crowd, and from the small appetizers that were being passed around, no one got the vegetarian memo, either.

Her hair had been pulled into a low bun, pieces forming around her face. A dress wouldn’t do, but a delicate bright, white, lacy top with a pair of slacks that had most likely been only for job interviews seemed to suffice. She looked like she fit in.

As she caught someone in the corner of her eye, she smirked at the man who had been making her smile quite a lot recently. Her eyes catching sight at the woman in his grip; she hadn’t formally met Sanem before, but knew what she looked like– she had met Alli briefly, but… Aurora was new. “Nice to meet you, Aurora,” She licked her lips slightly, eyes dodging around Zay a bit as she found herself noticing an emotion that she hadn’t completely thought of before. Her mind raced a bit, but settled on light conversation. “I don’t– uh, how long have you two known each other? I don’t recall your name being mentioned before.”

@aurorabulan

Aurora could only laugh at Zay’s explanation at how he’d come to know the mother’s-to-be and though it seemed unorthodox, she did find it terribly sweet. With the way he spoke about them, she knew it was geunine, though with Zay he didn’t really have room to lie about anything really. “Sounds like you fell into each other when you really needed each other huh,” Aurora asked, as she eyed a pigs in a blanket platter circling around. Unfortunately for her she didn’t get her shot at the pastry goodness, instead Zay had his hand over her, dragging her about to meet his what?

Soon enough she found herself giving a courteous smile between the brunette who looked as if she was vivisecting her with her eyes. It was a look she’d seen plenty while in the city, she likened it to territorial. Zay had said something along the lines of my Nel, but the inflection was a little off. What was Nel to Zay? A friend? Something more? She’d never come up in conversation but there was never any reason for her to come up. Still, Aurora beamed as she extended her hand to the woman. “It’s only been a few weeks, Zay saved my life opening my car for me when I locked myself out. He’s not mentioned you either though. Are we in the same boat?”

She noted that Nel had made no move to shake her hand, so slowly she retracted the hand shake and rested her hand on Zay’s forearm. Was this weird? The air kind of felt tense and while Aurora could handle that for work she wasn’t great at it for personal issues. “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you?”

@xisaiahcruz

Isaiah stood between the women with a smile on his face, pleased that his friends were meeting. There was no reason for either of them to have come up in casual conversation with the other simply because the conversation never led there. “A few weeks, I think,” he looked down at Aurora and nodded. “Met her on one of my days off, gave her my business card because...,” he shrugged, “people lock themselves out of places all the time.” Common practice.

It was difficult to describe what Nel was to him. It was so easy to call her a friend, but it didn’t cover the depth of their relationship. He could speak about Nel for hours, but a baby shower wasn’t the time nor place. “Nel is super important to me,” he smiled at her. “She’s my ride-or-die and on top of that, she’s my favorite waitress,” a genuine chuckle came out of him, thinking about how often she was late from clocking out. “Aurora works at the Octavium, doing...” he patted her hand as he tried to recall what it was called. “Something with events? I don’t know the name of it. Maybe she can help you get in to see some of those singers you like?”

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