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disturbedbeautywrites · 7 months

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You did what?! - Jake Seresin Imagine x Bestie Reader

This can be read as a stand alone blurb or as part of the bigger series it’s in!

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Warnings: Slight smut so 18+ please, cursing, some slight angst because I couldn’t help it, and I think that’s it

Hangovers were never fun. They weren’t fun when you were in high school or college, and they definitely weren’t anymore fun now. You slowly sat up and groaned as you laid your head in your hands, realizing you were in Jake’s bed and last night came crashing down as realization hit you harder than a train.

You had made out with Jake last night, but more than that, the two of you had hooked up. Your eyes were about to pop out of your head until you closed your eyes and let everything come back to you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Jake’s voice was velvet soft as he hovered above you, his fingers laced through yours. His thumb was brushing over your knuckles, his breath coming out in uneven pants. His eyes were glazed over from how drunk he was, but they also seemed to be lighting up as he took in every inch of you. You felt exposed, but safe. This was Jake, your Jake.

His lips were on your before you could even begin to overthink it anymore, your every sense beginning to be overwhelmed by him. “I-I don’t wanna rush into anything.” Your stammer caught you off guard as he pulled away, his fingers brushing over your cheek softly. “Anytime you wanna stop, we can.” His lips were on your forehead before he met your eyes with his, his mouth set in a straight line as he saw a bit of panicked hesitation go through your eyes. “Peach, I’m serious. You know I’ve got you..” His words were a soft comfort as you nodded and smiled at him, his lips attaching to yours again as you fully let go this time.

Jake was a ladies man, that you knew for sure. You grew up seeing all the girls he hung around and hearing stories of his hookups and sexcapades that he had all throughout your entire friendship. You grew to become used to it, but you never knew the stories were actually true. Jake was a giver and he wanted you to feel just as good, if not better than him. His fingers were working you up and causing your body to feel like it was on fire every inch that he touched. Your moans were mixing with his grunts and mumbles of how beautiful you were and it was a sinful symphony that sounded like music to your ears.

His every thrust was met with your bucking hips and arching back, pleasure coursing through you in a way that you never knew was possible. Sure, you had slept with Nathan, but this was different. This was Jake absolutely making sure that you were taken care of and that was something new for you. It felt like fire and frost meeting in an explosiveness that only could be brought on by this one man. He made sure you finished multiple times before he even finished once and it definitely had you spent when you were done. “What if I can’t walk tomorrow?” The words were meant to be thought, but they unfortunately stumbled out of your puffy lips. “Guess I’m carting you around everywhere. Or we can just stay in bed all day.” He shrugged and wrapped an arm around you as your head laid against his chest. Sure, this was bound to get messy, but you were enjoying it for now.

You were now getting out of bed slowly, your joints and muscles aching in ways you didn’t know were possible. It had been a while since you had been this sore, but you could walk, even if it was a little baby deer-like. You slipped on a pair of athletic shorts and one of Jake’s hoodies and walked into the living room, looking for the two boys. “You look pretty in my hoodie.” The compliment was so casual it caught you off guard as a bright red flush came over your face, your eyes bashfully looking up at the blonde boy whose lips they left. “I wear your hoodies all the time, you never complimented me before.” You were meaning it as a joke but a small smirk made its way to his lips. “I guess it’s different now that I’ve seen what’s under it and heard you moaning my name last night.” You threw a washcloth at him before he laughed and dodged it, taking a sip of his coffee. “Kidding. Kidding. Kind of.”

“Okay, Hangman either you are watching your porn way too loud or you had quite the time last night and you need to share the number of the little lady you had over.” Bradley was pulling a shirt over his torso as he walked out of his room, not noticing the way your face completely took on a look of mortification. Jake was trying to keep a straight face and swallow his coffee, but it soon came spitting out of his lips along with a loud bellowing of laughter. Bradley just shot him a look of confusion before he looked at you and slowly put the picture together. “Okay, new rule. You guys can only bang when I’m out of the house. Fucking disgusting.”

“We’re disgusting? What about you captain Bradshaw?” Your eyebrows started to wiggle as you resisted the urge to buckle over laughing, slight giggles coming out of your parted lips. He looked offended and tried to shake his head, but the look of shame was there. “How?” He was baffled, looking between the two of you. “Thin walls, buddy.” You slapped the wall beside you for effect as you grinned at him, waiting for the fall out. “Now I gotta kill you.” He was joking as he lunged at you, your legs taking you off and towards your room as you locked the door. He couldn’t get you in there. Little did you know, Bradley kind of planned that. He knew you by now and he knew your reactions and he wanted to talk to Jake. He needed details on the two of you.

He turned to look at Jake expectantly after he made sure you were out of earshot, eyes raising at the other aviator. “What?” Jake shot him a look before Bradley gestures towards you. “What the fuck do you mean what?” Bradley glared at him before Jake took the hint and shrugged, drinking his coffee again. “Not while she had a boyfriend, right..?”

“No, of course not! Now shut the fuck up. She’ll hear you.” Jake’s voice was a bit of a sharp snap, a warning tone to it. He didn’t want you to hear Rooster pestering him about you. He knew where your head was in that fact that you didn’t know where it was. It was confusing, but he understood it. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about it, and he definitely didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you. “We slept together, it happened. I’m just going with the flow.” Jake was nonchalant to Bradley about the whole thing, but inside he was freaking out. He had been crushing on you since he was 14, but he wasn’t about to blurt that out. Rooster couldn’t keep a secret, everyone knew that. “Are you sleeping with other girls too?” Rooster was being nosy and Jake just sighed and shook his head, looking at the other male. “No. She’s too good to do that too, man. I’m leaving things in her hands and we’ll see where it goes.” And again, his stomach was in knots and flipping because he hoped that he didn’t ruin your friendship.

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briskofscribe · 1 year

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Continued.. Our story has just started

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Flirtation; it had become easy when it came to Brooke. When she first hit on me back in high school I was more taken back and found myself speechless. Because she was the head cheerleader, she was gorgeous, any guy would be lucky to find her naked in the back of their car. But at the time I was a loner, I had been pushed onto the team because of Whitey, because he saw the potenial for myself career in basketball. The closest girl I’ve been near was Haley and let’s be honest in mind she didn’t count. She was my best friend even to this day. But Brooke she took my breath away; she had that smile that lit up the room.

She had that humor that made you lose all your senses. Lucas never knew why she eyed him, or why she wanted to get under him, but she pulled me out of my shell, she got me from the awkward guy who offered a smile with hands in his pockets. And now he found it easy to level to her playing field. To be there with her; over the years he built the confidence. And he had to let a harmless laugh escape bare lips. Was she hitting on me now..? Of course it was harmless we barely saw each other over the years. This was the first time in how long? So point was I was playing my cards here; lowering a hand just for her.

“ if you keep handing me compliments I doubt we’d make it that dinner, Davis.” A playful wink came from his features. Brooke Davis at dinner; handing out all the compliments to a guy like myself; I was feeling flattered. For a second I was almost speechless and felt like that school boy that sat dumb founded in my car; what can I Say? This girl had her way of taking my breath away. The topic of quickie; now it was all fun and games. I had pulled up to the familiar curb outside of Haley and Nathan’s place. The big party balloons were the key; the indication of where the party was. A soft smile landed upon my lips as I had slowly turned off the car. I heard the brunette; a quickie with another girl in my bed; now I wasn’t shy like I once was. I had slept with women since being back in tree hill from my book tours, from the offers in New York, but no one ever compared to one Brooke Davis, but I wanted to ruffle some feathers; which is why I sent a side eye in her direction as I spoke. “ And what if I do have another women waiting in my bed after this party? Does it bother you the famous Brooke Davis..? An arched brow lifted onto his features. That was his cue; he pushed the driver door open letting his shoes hit the pavement. The loud screams of young children could be heard. Hearing the clicking of the car doors; the male had rounded his old car to meet the female at the curb. He stopped by her; shoulder to shoulder.

A smirk found its way to his lips, he had lowered his head enough until his lips were mare inches from her ear again. A hint of flirtation in his voice. “ You’ll know the signal, or you can just grab my hand and lead the way, I’m sure you’re already trying desperately to resist.” A smirk; a confidence in himself as quick as he said the words; Lucas had straighten up when he heard his name being called. Turning his back to the female he blue hues met Skills. “ Hey man look who I ran into..” Causal; as if we hadn’t just discussed wanting to scratch that itch of a quickie seconds ago.

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dustedmagazine · 1 year

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Learning to go out again: Jennifer Kelly’s 2022 in review

Meg Baird plays Chicago

Meg Baird calls it “people practice,” the ordinary skills that we require to interact successfully with other human beings. Small talk, the appropriate amount of eye contact, a certain minimal degree of comfort in crowds: these are all things that eroded in the pandemic. And going even further, I’d add we ran short of “leaving your living room practice,” the difficult process of readjusting to unpredictable environments again. I got really bad at that in 2020 and 2021.

So, while 2022 was, in many ways, a joyous return to the norm, it was also deeply uncomfortable. Again and again, I’d show up far too early to shows and avoid talking to strangers. I’d mistake soundchecks for music. I’d get bands mixed up and think the opener was the headliner or at least the second band. It was like I’d never been to a show in my life. But gradually, over a year that was really genuinely rich in opportunities to see live music, I started to remember why I loved it — and how to be marginally less annoying to everyone around me. And I got to see some wonderful performances.

There was James Xerxes Fussell’s intricately re-arranged Americana on the eve of a blizzard in January and Jaimie Branch’s mesmerizing Anteloper just a month or so before she died. Our local festival, Thing in the Spring, once again delivered incredible abundance with Lee Ranaldo, Myriam Gendron, Jeff Parker, Tashji Dorji and others all taking turns on the stage. I experienced the twilight magic of Bill MacKay and Nathan Bowles on a back porch in Northampton as the bats darted overhead, as well as the viscera-stirring low tones of Sarah Davachi at a three-story-tall pipe organ at Epsilon Spires in Brattleboro. I got to see one of my very favorite bands, Oneida, at a club in Greenfield, MA, late in the year. I saw my friend Eric Gagne’s band Footings expand Bonny Prince Billy’s songs into epic, twanging bravado. Yo La Tengo came to my tiny little town and tore the place down. In Chicago for my birthday weekend, I got a chance to hear Meg Baird and Chris Forsyth at a whiskey distillery on the Chicago River. It was a great year. I’m so glad I was there for it.

It was also an exceptional year for recorded music as, honestly, it always is. Here are the records I enjoyed the most in 2022, but don’t pay too much attention to the numbers. The order could change tomorrow, and I may very well discover more favorites in other people’s lists. (We’ll have a Slept On feature at some point early in 2023.) I’ve written a little bit about the top ten, but you can find longer reviews of most of them in the Dusted archives. I’ve linked these where available.

1. Winged Wheel—No Island (12XU): An underground-all-star remote collaboration melds the hard punk jangle of Rider/Horse’s Cory Plump, the unyielding percussion of Fred Thomas, the radiant guitar textures of Matthew J. Rolin and the ethereal vocal atmospheres of Matchess’ Whitney Johnson in a driving, enveloping otherworld. Just gorgeous.

2. Oneida—Success (Joyful Noise): The best band of the aughts has dabbled in all manner of droning, experimental forms in recent years, but with Success, they return to basics. “Beat Me to the Punch” and “I Wanna Hold Your Electric Hand” are gleeful bangers. “Paralyzed” is a keyboard pulsing, beat-rattling psychedelic dreamworld. Success is Oneida’s best album since Secret Wars and maybe ever. (I wrote the one-sheet for Success, but I would feel this way regardless.)

3. Cate Le Bon—Pompeii (Drag City): Eerie, madcap Pompeii refracts pandemic alienation through the lens of ancient disaster, floating narcotic imagery atop herky-jerk rhythms. Abstract and experimental, but also sublimely pop, Pompeii haunts and charms in equal measure.

4. Destroyer—Labyrinthitis (Merge): Dan Bejar is always interesting, but the COVID lockdown seems to have shaken him loose a bit. Labyrinthitis is typically arch, elliptical and elegant, but also a bit unhinged. Hear it in the extended rap that closes “June” or in the manic disco beat of “Suffer” or oblique but perfect wordplay in “Tinoretto, It’s for You.”

5. Horsegirl—Versions of Modern Performance (Matador): Horsegirl elicits a lysergic roar that’s loud but somehow serene, urgent but chilled. The trio out of Chicago were everywhere suddenly and all at once, as sometimes happens to bands, but on the strength of “World of Pots and Pans” and “Billy” I suspect they’ll stick around.

6. Jake Xerxes Fussell—Good and Green Again (Paradise of Bachelors): An early favorite that refused to fade, Good and Green Again considers old-time music from a variety of angles, often incorporating more than one version of a traditional tune in a seamless way. The music is lovely, made more exquisite still by James Elkington’s arrangements, which are subtle, right and unexpected.

7. Lambchop—The Bible (Merge): Stark and lavish at the same time, The Bible catches Kurt Wagner at his morose and mesmerizing best. Surreal sonic textures—including orchestral flourishes and autotuned funk beats—wreathe his weathered baritone, as he traipses through ordinary landscapes turned strange and warped.

8. The Weather Station—How Is It That I Should Look at the Stars (Fat Possum): Tamara Lindeman drew on Toronto’s vibrant jazz community to form her band for this sixth album as the Weather Station. The band improvised alongside here as it learned the songs. As a result, these songs have the usual pristine folk purity, but also a haze of late night sophistication in elegant runs of piano and pensive plucks of bass.

9. The Reds, Pinks and Purples—Summer at Land’s End (Slumberland): Glenn Donaldson is pretty much the best at bittersweet jangle pop right now, and this wistful, graceful collection of songs about life’s dissatisfactions is every bit as good as last year’s Uncommon Weather. Plus it’s got a seven-plus minute improvised guitar piece right in the middle, what’s not to love?

10. Tha Retail Simps—Reverberant Scratch (Total Punk): Montreal’s Retail Simps make ferocious garage rock with a bit of soul in its tail feathers. “Hit and Run” sounds like a lost Sam and the Shams b-side and “End of Times – Hip Shaker” with having doing exactly that. If they ever remake Animal House, here’s the band.

25 more albums I loved:

Non Plus Temps—Desire Choir (Post-Present Medium)

Joan Shelley—The Spur (Important)

Mountain Goats—Bleed Out (Merge)

The Sadies—Colder Streams (Yep Roc)

Spiritualized—Everything Was Beautiful (Fat Possum)

Superchunk—Wild Loneliness (Merge)

Hammered Hulls—Careening (Dischord)

Kilynn Lunsford—Custodians of Human Succession (Ever/Never)

Oren Ambarchi/Johan Berthling/Andreas Werliin—Ghosted (Drag City)

Green/Blue—Paper Thin (Feel It)

E—Any Information (Silver Rocket)

Sick Thoughts—Heaven Is No Fun (Total Punk)

Pedro the Lion—Havasu (Polyvinyl)

Pan*American—The Patience Fader (Kranky)

Weak Signal—War & War (Colonel)

Frog Eyes—The Bees (Paper Bag)

Pinch Points—Process (Exploding in Sound)

LIFE—True North (The Liquid Label)

Mary Lattimore & Paul Sukeena—West Kensington (Three Lobed)

Wau Wau Collectif—Mariage (Sahel Sounds)

Vintage Crop—Kibitzer (Upset the Rhythm)

Anna Tivel—Outsiders (Mama Bird)

Chronophage—S-T (Post-Present Medium/Bruit Direct Disques)

Sélébéyone— Xaybu: The Unseen (Pi)

Zachary Cale—Skywriting (Org Music)

Jennifer Kelly

#dusted magazine #yearend 2022 #jennifer kelly #winged wheel #oneida #cate le bon #destroyer #horsegirl #jake xerxes fussell #lambchop #the weather station #the reds pinks and purples #tha retail simpls

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thedaintydoe · 3 years

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there were really only two manor residents that had a genuine crush on nathan. peter and archimedes.

archimedes, being the quieter and less rowdy of the triplets, became fast friends with nathan. nathan liked the peace and quiet hanging out with arch brought, which was often much needed in the chaotic manor.

it’s not too surprising that arch quickly fell for nathan. he liked how sweet and caring he was, but he never told nathan how he felt (maybe haven’t decided) but he did know that nathan sometimes slept with apollo and murdock.

#arch never slept with nathan #maybe #archimedes

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ivyglow · 3 years

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11. Fluff Nate Mack, happy Valentine’s Day!!! 🥰🥰

From Valentine’s day prompt: 11. 💍 “Will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?”

word count: 1k+ (I got carried away again)

warnings: it's full of typos bc I did not proofread and it's 1 am...

‘I wanted to see you on Sunday’ your phone pings with a message from Nathan and you sigh.

“Who’s that?” glancing your best friend asked before looking back at the TV.

“Nate,” you murmured.

It’s been one year since you’ve met Nathan through mutual friends and 4 months since you started hooking up, caught up into that foggy friends with benefit space. When you slept together for the first time you thought that was it, you wouldn’t be friends anymore, especially because you woke up alone without a note, and you knew he was at practice, but a message wouldn’t hurt right?! But the next thing you knew he was at your door two days later with take-out and his unbothered expression. That night he kissed you goodnight -on the lips!- and was your company until you were sound asleep. And although you tried to think that he would eventually make things official -you were exclusive after the first week- he didn’t and you kept fighting between being mad and still seeing him. You knew he liked you, you were almost sure he did, but you had no idea how much, and considering he didn’t make you official just proves a point to your insecurities.

“He wants to see me on Sunday,” you explain.

“Oh so now he’s your Valetine?” Kate objects and you shrugs. “Are you going?”

“I don’t have anything to do on Sunday, you’re going out with Tyson so I’ll mop here…” and even if you did have something to do, you would probably do it faster so you could see him because aside from everything Nate made you feel good, at least while he was around.

Your friend just nods her head before looking focusing her attention on the movie again, you knew she wasn’t very happy though. She was the one rooting for you and Nate at first, and then one month into seeing him she was mad with the fact that he didn’t have the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend yet.

‘I think I can make it’ it’s your answer to Nate’s text.

‘Can you make it on Saturday night too? I wanted you to stay the night’

You answer with an yes again before locking you phone and putting it under the pillow.

Two days after you’re knocking at his door with your overnight bag and a giddy sensation. Nate greeted you with a chaste kiss before hushing you inside. Saturday was spent watching action movies, eating pop corn and cuddling, you didn’t have sex like you would usually do and to that you were a little bit confused, but happy nevertheless. You fell asleep on his couch only to wake up on Sunday on his bed.

The sun was streaming through the curtains giving the room a warmer sensation in contrast with how cold your foot felt without Nate beside you. His side of the bed was still warm though and so you rolled on top of it snuggling on his pillow, it took only some seconds before you were sound asleep again.

This time you were woke by soft lips on your exposed belly button, lips that trailed a path along your body until they finally reach your lips. You smiled, praying that it wasn’t a dream, and when you opened your eyes you were sure it wasn’t, no way a dream would be so accurate with his beauty. There was nothing sexier to you than morning Nathan, from his even deeper voice to his messy hair and rosy cheeks.

“Good morning,” you whispered threading your fingers along his short locks of hair.

“Morning, I got us a breakfast basket,” he motions to the corner of the bed and you stretch your body before turning your face to the big basket at your foot. It’s black so you can see that there’s a small arrangement of flowers inside along with what seems to be cheese, bread, strawberries, and all your favorite sunrise foods.

“That’s so cute! Thank you, Mack,” you shriek and he chuckles.

You move to the basket taking off the bow and grabbing a bunch of grapes. It’s in the middle of your chewing process that he decides to speak, sitting closer to you and the basket Nathan grabs a strawberry and you know it’s just to occupy his hands since he says that it tastes somehow more sower than sweet most of the time. “I wanted to ask you something,” he starts and you nod for him to keep going. “Will you be my girlfriend?” and you stop in the middle of your bite. Your eyebrows arch in confusion and your heart picks its pace.

Your silence seems to make Nathan more nervous than he already looks and so he starts explaining himself, “you know I’m not that good with romance, and I meant to ask you this since December, but then you went to your family’s early to spend the holidays and the boys told me to do it during Valentine's, according to EJ it would sound romantic even if it was me asking and it was hard for me to fuck this up. Did I fuck this up? I’m so sor-” you interrupt his ramble with a kiss, it’s even softer than the one he gave you earlier and you can taste cocoa from his tongue. His big hands grabbing your body closer as if you were about to vanish, you felt his body relax after some seconds and you loved how good it felt to be held by him at that moment. Held by your boyfriend.

“Have you ever heard that it’s no fun when the boyfriend don’t let space for the girlfriend to talk?” you joke and his face glows.

“Thank you for understanding my love language,” he whispers kissing your cheeks and you smile brightly.

“It’s called love language for a reason, baby, we’ll just learn each others and get better at it with time,” you point before going for his mouth one more time, you would never get enough of him specially now that he was officially yours.

#nathan mackinnon #nathan mackinnon imagine #colorado avalanche #avs #hockey imagine #🍯 writing #valentines day prompts

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seanfalco · 3 years

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Morning Affection | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: Language, Smut (you know, the usual) a/n: Just an early morning shag session. You know how we do.

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It wasn’t long before Win had fallen asleep while listening to Hamilton, the alcohol and their extracurricular activities from earlier having completely wiped her out. Curled up on the bed, she sought the closest warm body as she slept to snuggle up to. Win’s Nathan, however, listened riveted as Lyddie softly sang along to the music and explained the plot to him, answering his questions as he played with her hair, twisting one of the long strands between his fingers.

"So a lot of people have theories about why Eliza gasps at the end..." Lydia started. "Some people think she's dying and seeing her husband, some people think she sees the audience and realizes his story has been told... sorry, I'm rambling again." Lydia noticed Nathan's slightly confused look and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"I like t'hear yeh talk about stuff you're interested in," he admitted, grinning softly at her.

"That's cute... but you must be getting tired, it's like four in the morning," she laughed, and looked over her shoulder. Win and the other Nathan were snuggled up. "Do you wanna..."

At her words a yawn cracked Nathan's jaw and he stifled it with his fist. "Yeah, c'mere," he said as he settled down in the bed, holding his arms open to her.

Lydia sighed as she found a comfortable position in his embrace. She was too exhilarated to fall asleep at first, but she felt great. "I love you," she whispered, somewhat hoping he wouldn't hear it.

For a moment Nathan froze. Had he heard her correctly? Swallowing, he tightened his arms around her, pressing his face into her hair.

“I... I love yeh too,” he murmured softly, finding that he meant it.

Lydia bit her lip not to make a sound, but her eyes filled with tears. Happy tears this time.

She was finally able to fall asleep.

It was early, by the weak sunlight that filtered through the blinds, and Win groaned as she stirred, her head suddenly throbbing painfully and she let out a choked sob, squeezing her eyes shut tighter.

"Good mornin', love," Lyddie's Nathan was up. "Oh, I have somethin' for ya, don't move." He kissed Win's forehead and left for the kitchen, coming back as quickly as he could with a glass of water and a couple of pills. "For your head."

"Oh, thank you," she murmured, gratefully taking the glass and popping the pills in her mouth before tipping them back. "Ohhh, I shouldn't have drank so much last night," she muttered, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I feel like such an idiot," she grumbled.

"You're not an idiot, you should've seen me in New York. One night I went into this Irish pub... Jesus," Nathan laughed. "Besides, it was pretty entertainin' when Lyddie was on stage and you asked her t'flash us..."

Win chuckled, though it only made her head hurt worse. "Oh yeah, she turned so red, it was adorable," Win murmured, leaning against Nathan as she glanced over at Lydia, sleeping soundly in her Nathan's arms, glad that they seemed to have mended the rift from last night.

"Are you hungry?" Nathan draped his arms around her. "I could make somethin' if y'want."

The thought of eating made Win's stomach turn, but she figured she should probably put something in there. It might help. "You're sweet," she murmured softly, pressing her face to his chest. "Maybe some toast or something?" she murmured.

"Sure, how'd y'know toast is my specialty?" Nathan joked, taking Win's hand as they both left the room.

Win giggled softly as she followed Nathan to the kitchen. "Oh really? Lucky me, then," she murmured, a warm feeling twisting in her heart.

"I thought you said toast was your specialty," she teased as the two slices popped up completely black and charred.

"Well, this is the toaster's fault! It wasn't me," Nathan pretended to be scandalized as he put two other slices of bread in. "I'm the best toast maker in Europe!"

"Uh huh, blame the toaster, so convenient," Win teased further, pushing herself up to sit on the counter as she watched Lyddie's Nathan toss the ruined slices into the bin.

"Are you sayin' that I'm a bad chef, missy?" Lyddie's Nathan leaned over the counter to stare Win in the eye. "Cause I don't think y'have much room t'talk here..."

Win gasped dramatically, fighting back a smile, which would completely ruin her fake indignation. "As if you've ever tried my food before!"

"I don't have to! Your Nathan and I have the same taste buds, I trust his judgment..." Lyddie's Nathan taunted. "Only Lydia can stomach your food."

Win scoffed, crossing her arms petulantly over her chest. "What, y'scared? Just because my Nathan says somethin' doesn't mean you hafta agree with him," she exclaimed, half playfully. "At least Lyddie loves me..." she grumbled.

"I'm just sayin' the taste can't be much better than the smell..." Lyddie's Nathan shrugged with a shit-eating grin. "I love you too, darlin', but I'm not lookin' t'get food poisoning," it wasn't until the words were out of his mouth that he noticed what he just said.

Win’s grin faltered. Had she heard that correctly? “Did you just...?” she whispered, feeling a shiver run through her.

"Yeah," Lyddie's Nathan took Win's hand, hoping he didn't sound stupid. "I love you."

Win’s eyes widened as looked up at the Nathan before her and she gave his hand a tentative squeeze. “I love you too,” she whispered, biting her lip to keep it from trembling softly.

"Thank God, that could've been awkward," Lyddie's Nathan found himself repeating the words he said the first time he confessed his love to someone. His fingers danced around Win's cheek as he kissed her gently.

Win reached for Lyddie’s Nathan’s shirt, pulling him closer, between her legs as she kissed him back just as gently, though with a fervor behind it, just barely restrained.

"Hmmm," Lyddie's Nathan turned off the toaster without breaking the kiss, while instinctively pulling Win closer with his hand on the small of her back.

“I think I’d rather have you than that toast,” Win murmured between kisses, her eyes flicking up to Lyddie’s Nathan’s before her lips trailed to his neck.

"Oh," Lyddie's Nathan shuddered under Win's touch, his cock responding immediately. "Yeah, I'm probably better at shaggin' than makin' toast."

Win laughed. “Is that so? Does that mean you’re the best lover in all of Europe too, then?” she teased, throwing his own words back at him as she palmed his erection through his underwear.

"No... that means I'm the best lover in all the universe," Lyddie's Nathan quickly shed his shirt with a soft moan as he felt Win's hand on him.

"Mmm, lucky me," Win purred, kissing down his chest, letting her teeth graze his skin as her mouth found his nipple, circling it slowly with her tongue as she massaged his clothed erection.

"Jesus..." Lyddie's Nathan gasped, that's a spot he has never been touched before, and he was confused by how much he liked it. "Oh, I wanna shag your brains out," he groaned.

Win's breath hitched at his words, arousal pooling between her thighs as she lifted her face to smirk up at him. "D'you like that, Natty?" she asked coyly, switching to his other side, giving him a light nip as he pulled her hips closer to the edge.

"Yeah!" Lyddie's Nathan moaned, by now he was rock hard. "Let's get you out o'this, shall we?" he pulled Win's shirt (his shirt?) over her head, exposing her bare chest.

"Oh!" Win gasped as the cold hair hit her bare skin. "I don't think you need these either," she mused, easing his underwear down as well, wetting her lips.

"No, we don't..." Lyddie's Nathan murmured, letting his underwear slide down his legs, leaning in to take Win's nipple between his lips and she moaned as she arched against Nathan's mouth, stroking his cock while her other hand buried in his curls.

"Oh, baby, so wet..." Lyddie's Nathan mumbled as his fingers explored between Win's legs. "Y'wanna shag on the couch or here?" he waggled his brows suggestively.

"I want you right here," Win gasped, "I want you t'fuck me right here Nathan. Oh, please take care of me," she whimpered as his fingers teased her.

"I love t'see you like this," Lyddie's Nathan kissed Win's neck hungrily, while thrusting slowly into her, savoring the moment. "Is this what you want?"

“Yes,” Win moaned, dropped her free hand to the counter behind her to stabilize herself as Lyddie’s Nathan filled her. “Yes, I want you so bad. Tell me how much you want me,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist.’

"I want you so much, baby, I want every last bit," Lyddie's Nathan moved vigorously, as his lips desperately searched for Win's, his hand idly kneading her breasts.

“Oh f-fuck, Nathan! You can have me. You can have all of it!” Win cried, desperately holding on as he fucked her harder, her hand slipping down to the back of his neck to pull him closer, their breaths mingling as she kissed him sloppily, her hips meeting each of his rough thrusts, pushing him deeper. “I’m close!” she murmured breathlessly between kisses, her eyes finding his, wanting to watch him as she came.

"Mine, you're mine, Winnie..." Lyddie's Nathan murmured in between kisses, his thrusts getting more erratic as he watched Win carefully, wanting to see her pleasure. "Come for me, baby, be a good girl."

"You should know, I'm never a good girl--" Win purred, gasping at a particularly hard thrust, her mouth falling open. "--but for you I-I will be," she cried, throwing her head back as she came, holding onto him desperately.

Win's words made Lyddie's Nathan smirk. "Yes you will, baby," he held tightly to her as re released, breathing heavily against her skin. "Jesus... You're so... amazing."

Win pulled Lyddie's Nathan to her, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "Oh, I love you," she panted. "I love you, Natty," she repeated, not wanting to pull away.

"I love you too, darlin' so much," Lyddie's Nathan nuzzled Win's hair, leaving kisses all over her neck and her shoulder. "D'you still want your toast? It's ready," he chuckled.

Win chuckled, reaching for the toast. "I definitely worked up an appetite.

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Lydia heard voices coming from the other side of the room and her eyes fought to stay closed, until she finally managed to wake up, or almost. "Hey," she yawned shifting in Win's Nathan's arms, pressing her lips on his shoulder, his words from the night before still in her head.

"Hmm?" Win's Nathan hummed without opening his eyes, blindly pressing his lips to whatever skin he could find.

"Good morning, Nats," she purred running her fingers through his messy curls, watching the gentle movement of his chest. "How did you sleep?"

"Fantastic," he murmured, moaning softly as he stretched. "You?"

"Me too," Lydia smiled, the other side of the bed was empty. She wondered where the others were, but then she smelled burnt toast and huffed a laugh. "I was dreaming about you."

"Bout me?" Win's Nathan asked, his lips twitching into a grin as he opened his eyes, taking in the sight of Lydia in his arms. "What sort o' dreams?" he wondered, noticing as well that it was just the two of them. "Knowin' you they were probably pretty dirty, huh?" he teased.

"Nathan!" Lydia giggled, hiding her blushing face in the crook of his neck. "If you really wanna know, there were dirty parts, but also romantic parts," she sighed.

Win's Nathan's smiled against the top of Lyddie's head, stroking his fingers through her hair. "Oh, even better!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "I'm not so good at th'romance part, so I'm sure dream me was a lot better," he mused.

"That's not true, you just have your own way to be romantic and... I happen to like that way." Lydia murmured softly. "I have a thing for guys who are obnoxious, cocky, kinda gross sometimes... you're just my type."

Nathan huffed a laugh, a strong wave of fondness overtaking him at Lydia's words. "I guess I'm really lucky then to have found two girls that seem t'like that about me," he murmured, watching her face carefully.

Lydia nodded trailing kisses all over his neck. "You really are. And we were lucky to find the perfect twat that checks all of our boxes. My father would be so proud..." she mocked.

Nathan moaned softly as her lips brushed against his skin and he grimaced as he felt his cock twitch in his briefs. This is a sweet moment, y'twat, don't go and get horny now, he told himself, though it didn't really help any.

"Y-yeah, we're all lucky," he breathed, snorting softly. "I'm pretty sure no fathers would be proud t'have me for a son-in-law though. Win's made that clear enough." What are you doin' bringing that up for? Especially when you're gettin' turned on? Nathan thought with a grimace. Though maybe that'll help calm y'down...

"Mine would, he's a lot like you actually, he's so funny and..." Lydia stopped talking as she felt Nathan's bulge against her thigh. She looked up at him with a smirk. "Did I do something, Natty?"

Win’s Nathan cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s just... y’know, mornin’ wood, that’s all. Plus... your lips felt—“ he cut off to clear his throat again when his cock twitched against her leg.

"You like my lips, huh..." Lydia whispered, kissing the tender spot where his neck connects with his jaw. Usually her partners are always the ones teasing her, it wasn't often she had the chance to tease someone.

“Yeah, they’re nice, v-very nice,” Win’s Nathan breathed, “if y’keep that up, I’m gunna have a full on boner, darlin’,” he pointed out, though his hand slid down her waist to her ass, pulling her closer to his hips.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Lydia's kisses moved to his chest while her hand snaked down his body, resting dangerously on his thigh. "Maybe I want you to."

“Ohhhh Lollipop, it would definitely not be a bad thing,” Win’s Nathan murmured, giving her bum a firm squeeze. “I just didn’t wanna ruin a perfectly romantic moment with my cock havin’ a mind of it’s own, but if that’s what y’want...” he trailed off grinding slightly against her thigh.

“What's more romantic than a morning shag?" Lydia chuckled softly, rolling on top of Win's Nathan and letting her hair brush lightly against his skin. "You didn't ruin anything, usually I'm the one horny at inappropriate times."

“Just one more thing t’love about yeh,” he mused, Nathan’s hands sliding under Lydia’s shirt, well... technically it was one of his... or his clone’s... he supposed it didn’t really matter much as they pretty much shared their wardrobes anymore. “D’you know how hot it is t’see you wearin’ our shirts?” he asked, pushing it up to bare her breasts.

"Is it? That's good to know... Cause I love to wear them," Lydia leaned in to capture Nathan's lips, while her hand palmed his clothed boner. "I wanna do with you what we were doing in my dream..."

“Ohhh,” Win’s Nathan shuddered at her touch, “and what pray tell, exactly were we doin’, hmm? I’m very interested,” he murmured, as he kissed her back eagerly.

"I was riding you," Lydia ran her hands over his arms, rolling her hips teasingly against his cock. "I haven't done that in so long... I miss it."

Nathan's eyes widened. "Please ride me, Lyddie baby, I wanna see those lovely tits of yours bouncing up and down as you bounce on my cock," he groaned, running his hands up her thighs.

Win's Nathan's excitement made Lydia even hotter, her own Nathan has been very scared to let her ride him ever since... The Incident. "Yeah? I bet you love the view, don't you, Natty?" Lydia slowly pulled his underwear down, leaning in to lick his tip.

"Ohhhhh, yeah baby, you have such lovely tits," Win's Nathan exclaimed, his words melting as he felt her tongue. "Jesus, your mouth--" he gasped, his head falling back against the pillow behind him.

Intoxicated by his praise, Lydia took his cock in her mouth with one fluid motion, humming as she moved her head up and down. "You like that, baby?"

"Holy-- yes!" he yelped, watching open mouthed as Lydia's head bobbed up and down, her tongue gliding over his throbbing cock.

Lydia let him slide out of her mouth slowly. "As much as I wanna taste you..." she got up to her knees, positioning herself on top of him. "I want you to fill me up."

"God, yes, I wanna feel how tight yeh are," Win's Nathan exclaimed, grabbing hold of her hips as he thrust up into her. "Ohhh, yeah, that's the ticket baby."

Lydia was a bit nervous, to say the least, as she took him in, but she was also enjoying it, picking up speed as her confidence grew. "Oh, Nats, that feels so good!"

Win's Nathan bit his lip as as he watched Lydia bounce on top of him, riding him with abandon and he couldn't help but buck up into her enthusiastically, watching her tits as they jiggled and bounced hypnotically. He always liked it best when Win would get on top, it only made sense that he'd like it just as much with his other girlfriend. Plus the fact that Lyddie didn't get to do it often only made him feel more special.

"Talk dirty to me, Nathan," Lydia begged, one hand on his shoulder and the other preventing her hair from falling on her face. She didn't even remember why she was so scared, only how much she missed it.

“Oh yes, you dirty little thing, fuck, y’feel so good on my cock, so tight and wet baby, you’re so fuckin’ hot, love,” be babbled, breathing heavily as he guided her hips. “Tell me how much y’like it. I wanna hear you moan, Lollipop!”

"I fucking love it!" Lydia moaned, hoping to not disturb the others outside, but unable to keep quiet as she felt her pleasure growing steady. "You feel so good inside me, Nathan, I need you so bad."

“That’s right baby, I want yeh t’be loud! You’re so sexy when you’re loud!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, already close, holding back to make sure Lydia came first. He was a gentleman, after all.

"Fuck, Natty! You make me feel so good, are you close? I wanna come with you," Lydia cried pressing her forehead to his. "I want you to fill me up as I come for you."

"Yeah I'm close, been holding back for you baby," he exclaimed. "I'll paint your insides white Lollipop, I'll fill yeh up," he groaned, letting himself come as he pulled her down to his chest so he could kiss her.

Lydia came loudly, never taking her eyes from Win's Nathan. "Yes! Oh please, please..." she whimpered before collapsing on top of him. "Oh my God, I love you."

"I love yeh, too," Win's Nathan murmured in awe as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "How'd I get so fuckin' lucky?" he whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"I'm the lucky one..." Lydia looked up to kiss Win's Nathan's cheek. "I lost a Nathan once, now I have two, and Win! Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this is real."

"Yeah well, you deserve it, Lyddie," he sighed, completely content, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm starving," Lydia didn't wanna let go, but her stomach was rumbling angrily. "Come on, I'll make you something." She took Win's Nathan's hand on her way to the kitchen. "Hey, guys, how's it going?"

Win looked up as Lyddie and her Nathan entered the room and she couldn't help but smile, pressing her cheek to Lyddie's Nathan's shoulder. "It's going good," she murmured. "How about you two?"

"Yeah..." Lydia took a deep breath on her way to the fridge, looking back at Win's Nathan over her shoulder. "Everything's great."

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itsalliepg · 4 years

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Cry Me A River – Zig X Scarlett (MC) (Part 1 of The Sweetest Thing Series)

SUMMARY: Scarlett (MC) finally tells Zig about her investigation, but his reaction wasn’t what she expected.

PAIRING: Zig X Scarlett (MC)

RATING: Teen

WORDS: 1859

NOTE: Hey guys! After so much fluff, it’s time to make my OTP suffer MWAHAHAHAHAH. This series is my POV of what should have happened in The Junior after chapter 11. English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

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You were my sun

You were my earth

But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no

So you took a chance

And made other plans

But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no

(Cry Me A River – Justin Timberlake)

Still unable to hold back the tears of fear and regret, Scarlett reached the apartment and ran to the bedroom. She found Zig sitting on the bed, reading, and he was startled when he saw her in a hurry.

_Scarlett! What happened? – he saw a spot of ash on her cheek, blurred by her tears.

_Zig…I need to tell you something. I can’t take it anymore… - she sat on the bed in front of him and blew everything about the events of that year, from the prank with Claire to the burning house that night. Zig heard it all, an unreadable expression on his face.

_So, you knew who the person behind that change with my grades was, and you didn’t tell me? – he sighed – I thought you trusted me, Scarlett.

_Zig, I trust you! – she cried again – but I was afraid of what could happen to you and our friends if I told you everything, Beau could come after us!

_And you didn’t think we could keep this secret? – he snorted – if we all worked on it together, don’t you think he’s the one that would be afraid of us? Maybe the pranks could have stopped with the forks!

_You don’t know Beau, he’s a psycho!

_Of course I don’t know, you never told me anything about him! – Zig got up to walk side to side in the bedroom – I still don’t understand why you thought I couldn’t know – Scarlett started to feel desperate. She tried her best arguments, but he still was irreducible.

_Zig, please, listen. I was afraid. At first, I thought I could do it all by myself. The fork prank happened almost a month before the other pranks. And since Chris received a new chance to talk to the managers, I put that aside. But then those bad things happened with Kaitlyn, James, Becca and you, I needed more proof that they were all linked…

_And why couldn’t I help you with that? – he said slowly, looking down at the floor.

_I know I should have trusted you more. I’m so sorry about that, Zig. But I’m used to acting alone. I didn’t want to bother you with this stuff…

_Bother me? – he looked directly at her – weren’t you the one always willing to help people? Were we bothering you with our stuff?

_God, of course no! – she got up abruptly – you know I’m always here for whatever you need, Zig…

_And you never understood I’d do the same for you! And since you act alone, like you said, you don’t need me – she started to cry again.

_Don’t say it! I need you now more than ever! – she took his arm, but he didn’t move – Beau have me in his hands, I can be arrested if he shows that video to the police. And if he’s something like Nathan said, he’s unstable, and he can do it even if I don’t say anything.

_Nathan?

_Yeah, the president of the Alphas. He knows Beau better than anyone and what he can do.

_And did you rather trust this guy Nathan, who you only knew a few months than me, your boyfriend a year and a half ago?

_It’s just because he knows Beau, he could give me more information and watch him for me, just that.

_Are you sure it’s all that? – he arched an eyebrow, and she drew back.

_What…what do you mean? – her eyes widened – Zig, I swear he’s just a friend, we’ve never done nothing!

_Yeah? And that night you spent at his house? You told me you slept in his room.

_And he slept on the couch, Zig!

_Now all makes sense! All those days I asked you to stay here with me... - he sighed. She was even more scared with his accusations.

_No, no! I wasn’t with him, I swear! I was investigating, alone!

_How can I know you aren’t hiding something from me again, Scarlett? – he ran his hands through his hair – I…I don’t know if I can trust any word you say…

_Zig… - she reached him again, crying intensely – I may have made a lot of mistakes, and hid something big from you, but I was always loyal to you. You’re the only man in the world to me.

_And that’s the way you treat the only man in the world to you? – he raised his voice, angrily – lying? Hiding secrets? Exchanging him for people you barely know?

_I’m so sorry, Zig! – she shouted – if I could go back in time, I’d do everything different, I didn’t mean to hurt you!

_But you can’t, Scarlett, and you hurt me – he snorted and picked his pillow and a blanket – I’m going to sleep on the couch. You can have the whole bed for you. I believe that is not a problem, since you did the same to me – he left the room and closed the door. Scarlett sat on the bed, still not believing what happened, and the tears left her eyes easily. She really hurt him. That wasn’t a fight like they had before, because of his callings to his family, or open cabinets doors, or dirty dishes in the sink. That was much more, and scary. She lay on the bed, still dressed up, and had a chaotic night, almost unable to sleep.

On the couch, Zig looked at his phone, and the texts he sent to Scarlett that night she spent at the Alpha house were still there.

She only responded during the morning, when he was finally asleep, after staying up until two in the morning waiting for her. She preferred to stay in that house with people that weren’t her friends than to go home and fix things with him after their argument. And it was from that day on that she began to hide things from him. He still couldn’t believe what she did. It wasn’t for this Scarlett that he fell in love. That girl was always honest with him, she wouldn’t hide something so serious. He didn’t recognize her anymore.

The next day, Scarlett woke up with a headache from the previous night. She turned on the bed, hoping maybe Zig was there, but he wasn’t. She left the room and found him facing the living room window, looking out.

_Good morning, Zig – she said, and he turned to her, and she could see a cigarette in his hand. It had been a long time since she’d seen him smoking. She remembered when he said he only smoked when he was extremely nervous.

_Good morning, Scarlett – she approached him and gave a kiss on his cheek, but he didn’t kiss her back, as he usually did. She pulled back a little frightened, but understood that he was still angry with her – there’s coffee in the kitchen.

_Thanks, I’ll need it – she went to the kitchen and picked up a mug. While she filled it with coffee, she thought she’d never seen him so cold and disdained with her. She returned to the living room and this time he was leaned against the window, facing her.

_I need to tell you something – he sighed deeply, looking to the floor as she took a sip from the mug – last night I talked to Chris. I’ll stay in his place for a while – he was interrupted by the sound of something breaking. He looked up and saw the pieces of the mug and the coffee spread out in front of her feet. Then he looked at her scared expression.

_For a while? – she stammered, trembling.

_Yeah, then I’ll look for the college dorms – he refused to look at her again because he knew she would be crying again.

_Are you…are you breaking up with me, Zig?

_I need some time to assimilate things…

_Are you breaking up with me? – she repeated, searching his gaze.

_I…no. I don’t know. I just need a break.

_A break from me?

_A break from your lies and secrets, Scarlett – Zig finally met her wet eyes, and Scarlett walked over to him, holding on his arms.

_You don’t love me anymore? – she looked at his face, but he turned to the side.

_Scarlett…

_Look into my eyes and answer: you don’t love me anymore? – as she requested, he looked deep into her eyes.

_I love you, Scarlett. But not this Scarlett, who doesn’t trust me.

_I know I’ve done awful things, and I’ll regret it until the end of my life – she sobbed – what can I do to make you forgive me?

_I need a break, Scarlett – he repeated, taking her hands off his arms – I was just waiting for you to wake up to pack my things – Zig walked toward the room while Scarlett stood in the middle of the living room, refusing to believe his decision. He was trying his best to contain his tears too, but while he was grabbing his clothes from the wardrobe, he could hear her sobbing while she picked up the broken porcelain and wiped the floor. At this moment, he couldn’t take it any longer and cried as well. He knew it was hard for both of them, but seeing her suffering was too much for him. He began to doubt if this was the best decision, if he should go back into the room and sweep her into his arms, saying that he would stay, but she didn’t think of him when she decided to hide things. He picked his bag and left the room. Scarlett was sitting on the couch, her hands covering her face and muffling her sobs. She saw Zig and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

_Zig, please, don’t do this…

_Scarlett, don’t make things worse…

_Please, don’t leave me, I love you…

_I made my decision, and you need to respect it, please – she let her arms fall beside her.

_Well, okay… - he took her hands.

_I’m sorry, but I don’t see any other alternative – he sighed and released her hands. He took the key on his pocket and opened the door – be safe, Scarlett – Zig locked the door and could still hear her cry, making him cry all the way until Chris’ apartment, too. Scarlett went back to her room and found one of his shirts in the laundry basket. She picked it up, sniffing the fabric, feeling the scent of his favorite cologne mixed with his own scent, that only she could feel. Holding the garment, she lay on the bed, and cried for the rest the day. Her heart was broken in a thousand pieces, and she only had herself to blame.

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citycfangels · 6 years

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Decorate my life || Rarlie

Raquel: still blushing from all of her previous moaning she covered her face. First bashful at her loud moans, second the fact that she seemed like she had just rushed home to ride her boyfriend until she came, and third at how she seemed to constantly need Charlie she shook her head. "Stop looking at me like that." One hand covering her face the other going towards Charlie's she laughed at being so shy especially given the fact that he had seen her in plenty of these situation. Still her body shifted closer to his, closing the space between them. "I hate how I need you sometimes." She finally felt the fires her body had been feeling dissipate. Running her hands down his cheek she took in the afterglow. "So... I was thinking. Since you said yes to moving in and all. Everything here, it's mine." That shouldn't have come out the way it had. "I mean- this is our place now. Don't you think there should be some Charlie-ness to it all?"

Charlie: laughed when he saw his girlfriend cover her face with one hand due to the embarrassment and they shyness she felt in that moment, and that brought as smirk to his lips. Raquel literally ran off to their apartment to ride him and he found that funny somehow. Funny and sexy, if he had to be honest with himself. "Well, you could have touched yourself in the bathroom, but instead you left home to fuck me, how am I supposed to look at you?" he laughed as he rolled off to his side, holding her closer. "I prefer this though. You laughing at what you just did and the sex we just had... it's definitely better," he teased her and stopped laughing as he looked at her, smiling at her, taking in all the afterglow and the beauty she was after an orgasm. She was a sight to behold. "Okay, what do you propose here?" he asked as he run his fingers up and down her thigh. "Like any redecoration or something like that?" Raquel: "In the bathroom? Like some thirteen year old kid learning how to explore his body?" She was just joking but the thought of actually being in a public restroom was not appealing to her. "You're not supposed to look at me like that." Her back arched her lips near inches from his. "Yeah," she nodded. "A lot better." Still not closing the gap between them she let her eyes flicker towards his lips. At his question she pulled away. "Well... I was thinking of just letting you take over a closet," she lied. "But if you want to redecorate...." She sighed thinking of how she had never been truly in love with her apartment and how that possibly could change with Charlie's help. "Like is there anything you want here from your place? What are we doing with the stuff there? Are we donating it? Selling it? Giving it to friends?" She knew she was throwing so many questions at him, questions that would have overwhelmed her. Stopping his hand from creating even more goosebumps she gave him a stern look with a raise of her eyebrow, "Babe, focus." Intertwining their hands she hoped to stop him from any further distractions. "We can do more but... I just want you to know that this is our place. I don't care about the stuff in it. I care about you, and the fact that I get to share my life with you. And maybe have more of those days where I have to rush home to get to you."

Charlie: "Have you never done that? Because wow, now I'm offended." He feigned it, but he failed in the moment he started to laugh. He was about to kiss her when she got closer, but for some reason she pulled away at his question. "Well, I have no idea about decoration, but we could try and see what we can do, babe. I would have to see what I want to keep and what not as soon as I pick up my things and talk with the landlord about it, but yeah, I guess I'm saving a few stuff, like the coffee machine. Because no offense, but mine is better and the coffee tastes better," he spoke as he looked at her, but his eyes flickered to their hands, making him smile and look back at her. "I'm glad we're doing this, babe. You know it's a big step but we're gonna be alright," he whispered and brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand softly. Raquel: biting her own lip as she watched her boyfriend press a tender kiss against her hand she thought of the next thing to say. How they had fallen into a new rhythm of being happy and showing affection to this extent was sweet. "Have I never touched myself thinking of you?" She paused almost as if asking if he was seriously asking that question. "Of course I did." She thought back to the last time she had. "Especially when we had just broken up." The thought of all that she had done during the small time between Charlie and Nathan seemed crazy now. She knew how she felt about Charlie, but the uncertainty of future with him and her mother's words had toyed with her emotions and thoughts. "I thought about you all the time. That's probably why I couldn't stay away from you for too long." She ran her hands through his hair now, her body connecting with his. "Oh the coffee machine was a given. I'll clear all the counter space for that," she laughed knowing that no machine other than his could make her favorite cup. "What if we paint? Like make it a bit more masculine?" She already regretted saying the word masculine in terms of a color. "You know just not so many bright colors. Green was never my choice." Really it was the interior designer that had been hired by her mother as a gift to her. Perhaps that was why she had never felt an attachment to her apartment. "I'm glad we are too. I just feel better with you next to me. I sleep better." She swallowed knowing how cliche that might have sounded. "Even if... you know if something happens. If we fight, there's nowhere else you can go. It's not like we can just leave." The thought of them fighting was one she hated to think of. Her silence that would last for days and her passive aggressiveness instead of actually facing the problem. "Maybe I'll just be like one of those tv spouses that send you to the couch," she teased with a push.

Charlie: raised his eyebrow as she talked about touching herself while thinking of him, especially in that short period between their break up and her dating Nathan. "I wasn't referring to that, but I'd like to hear what was I doing to you in those fantasies," he teased her and a chuckle left his lips as he leaned in to kiss her holding her close until she pulled her face away to speak again. "Good, because no offense, but your machine sucks. I would miss mine," he laughed along with her at what he just said, closing the gap between them as she spoke of painting walls and decoration. "We can do that. I have no idea of what we could do or which colors we can use, but that will be fun. We can even take a whole day off to paint walls and shit." His eyes went from being fixated on her eyes to her lips, looking at them while she spoke of them fighting. It was bound to happen, like in all relationships, but they were in a good place now. Charlie didn't want to talk about it right now, and he was pretty sure she didn't either. "If that happens, we'll figure it out, okay? Now... let's enjoy this, can we?" He cupped her cheeks with his hands. "I don't really want to talk about that right now, even if it'll happen at some point." Raquel: "What were you doing?" She thought of what she had imagined and shook her head. "I am not supposed to tell you." Really she didn't want to mention how in her fantasies he did practically anything to her. "No offense was taken. I know how much better yours is. Why do you think I didn't mind sleeping on your horrible mattress? The only reason why we're moving is for the obvious reasons and not for appliances." She was only joking, hoping he knew she would sleep anywhere if it meant sleeping next to him. "You mean a whole day with you." She scrunched her nose in pretend disgust before biting her lip again. "Okay but that day has to be spent actually painting." She already warned, knowing that with the two of them sex could be an easy distraction. "No sex that day until we're done." She already regretted saying that knowing that her libido was far too active to withhold even a day without him. It seemed strange to her hearing how some people could only have sex a few times a week with their partner while she was wanting Charlie at least a few times a night. Nodding she took shallow breaths, also not wanting to think too much about them fighting. "At some point." Hopefully in the distant future. "All roommates do right?" Holding onto him tighter as if they were already distancing at the thought of a fight she kissed his jawline. "Wanna know a secret?" She kissed down his sensitive skin around his jugular. "I think i might be in love with my roommate. Is that too cliche?"

Charlie: "You didn't mind about my horrible mattress while we were fucking, babe," he chuckled and bit his bottom lip at the thought of a whole day with her. No sex, just painting walls and decorating their apartment, the place he could already call theirs. "Does that mean we get to have sex once we're done? Picture it, we'll probably play with the paint and it'll be a mess, but we'll have messy sex while covered in paint," he teased her as he placed his hands on her sides, pulling her closer to him. Charlie knew it'd be hard to be working side by side on such a personal project and not give in to temptations, but that would be a challenge. Charlie nodded at her words as she started to kiss his jawline. "Yes, they do," he agreed with her and let out a groan as she left a kiss on his sensitive skin. "Probably, but wanna know mine? I love my roommate too," he whispered with a smile on his lips. Raquel: "Maybe that's because I hardly ever slept," she teased. "Not to mention how often I was more so on top of you then on the mattress." Her lips ghosted near his not pulling in for a kiss just yet. "So you're already picturing fucking me in paint? How am I not surprised." The thought of actually doing so now served as enough of a turn on to drive her mind wild. Now she just had to make sure they had plenty of spare paint. Their bodies exhausted from painting would probably lead to slower sex, not to mention abstaining for an entire day. "You do?" She toyed not pushing her entire body over his. Her legs straddling him she pressed her pussy against his abs. Knowing how wet she was se kept his hands away from her torso. Her legs bent now served merely as a way to trap Charlie beneath her. "Face it. You've always loved me." Her hair curtained over them. "I mean, your roommate." Bringing her body in she kissed his lips, locking them into a deep kiss.

Charlie: "Oh yes, I'm thinking of fucking you in paint and in the floor to not ruin the bed," he teased her while nodding, pulling her closer to him but their lips were still inches away. "I fucking do." He was about to lean in for a kiss when Raquel pressed her pussy against his abs, feeling how wet she was already as she was on top, trapping him underneath her and keeping his hands away from her. All that dominance drew a smirk on his lips, but he had other plans in mind. While they were kissing, he managed to roll themselves over so he was on top of her, keeping her hands away from him like she did before. "Does this answer your question?" He smirked as he leaned in for a kiss, but he stopped right before their lips touched and started to leave a trail of kisses on her jawline until his lips were behind her ear as he held her wrists behind her head. Raquel: Even with her wrist caught in his hands she tried tugging them down. Elbows going in knowing it was a useless move she sank into the bed. "Maybe." She teased, her legs widening for him even when she knew they had to stop. "Charles," she called to gain his attention. "We-" she gasped and pushed away the pleasure his tongue gave her skin. "We can't." There was no honest response as to why not other than the fact that they had just had one round. Her wet folds showed a different story one that said she was willing and definitely waiting. Still she brought her knees to his hips. "we have to talk color patterns and..." Her voice faded as she fluttered her eyes closed. "We're hopeless," she sighed. This was just them reconnecting after not sleeping together for four days. "I can't picture how you'd want to prove that you love me if I went away for more than a week for work."

Charlie: stopped kissing her skin and lifter his gaze to her as soon as she called his name. "Yes?" he asked her, knowing what she wanted, while looking at her with a smile on his lips, a true and genuine smile at her words. "Yeah, we're fucked, but I'll find a way when that happens. I have ideas, but I'm open to suggestions too." He pressed his lips together as he stood still, not grinding against her or teasing her with his mouth on her neck. "Okay, I know shit about color patterns, but what about anything that has blue on it? We could use some blue in the house, babe, and don't ask me about tones because you're better than me at that, I'm sure," Charlie suggested as he hovered over her body, letting his lower body rest on her while propping himself up on his elbows. "Do you have any other ideas?" Raquel: "Ideas." She continued to pull his focus. "What are these ideas for when i have to work away from you???" Genuinely curious she smiled and moved her neck away so that his lips wouldn't be occupied. A feeble attempt as he went back to now surely leaving a mark on her neck her eyes rolled back at the sting. "Greys," she sighed with a bite of her lower lip. Already wet his extra pressure wasn't helping her situation. Still she tried being focused on the way they needed to redecorate the apartment. If they didn't talk about it it would never get done. Her fear that the apartment not feeling like his and driving him away still present in her thoughts. "Accent walls instead of the whole ... room being one dark color." She moved her hips, thrusting them towards Charlie in a slow movement. "Stop." she whispered even if it was Raquel who was pushing for more. "We're supposed to sleep."

Charlie: "Oh, we have Facetime and Skype, but we'll focus on what's important now, shall we?" he said and pulled away so he would focus on what she had to say about decoration. It wasn't something he could have seen himself doing in bed with a naked girl ever, mostly because he never thought he would ever had to talk about that stuff at all, but somehow, they ended up like this... and he didn't mind it at all. Things were getting serious and real: he was moving in with her and he was happy about it. "That's a good idea, babe. You're the smart one on this stuff." Charlie couldn't help but smile as he felt her thrusting her hips towards him. "Are you sure you want to sleep? Because you're the one who's moving now," he teased her as he lifted his hips so they weren't in touch anymore, smirking at her reaction because he could feel how wet she was earlier. Raquel's: face softened at the thought of how prepared he really was. He had thought it through about how they would handle being apart. "I think that might have been the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." Calming her worries even before they came up. Sitting up she kissed his lips sighing as they broke away. "You really do love me." The thought of how far they had come from how she fought so hard to not like him. She was still waiting on a response back from an audition so the possibility of them being apart soon was something that could come up. "I didn't doubt it before but... you've thought about it. Us being apart and how we can get over that." She smiled even if he wanted them to move on and not talk about being apart. "And we're actually moving in together... and, I'm just happy." Her hands went to his ears shaking his head for him to answer his question. "We're not sleeping." Her forehead pressed against his kissing his lips gently. Lying back she pulled him back onto her shifting underneath him. Kissing his lips and getting lost she broke away again. "Wait. Wait. We're supposed to be talking colors." She already anticipated his look before shaking her head. "Who cares."

Charlie: was caught of guard when she sat in the middle of the bed and kissed him, but he didn't complain. He held her face with her hands and smiled at her once she broke the kiss. "Of course I do. I know that us being apart isn't the ideal and I won't like it now I'm moving in and shit, but it's bound to happen because I have faith in you and," he paused and looked at her lips briefly before focusing on her eyes again, "you're going to make it, babe. So yeah, I'm just thinking ahead. We can think of more things once that happens, okay?" he said softly as his thumb brushed her cheek right before he leaned in for a kiss, his hands suddenly on her hips as she pulled him down on top of her. "Yeah, we should talk about it when we're both dressed and awake," he laughed between kissed while he grinded his hips against hers, his already growing erection teasing her entrance, something that made him smirk into the kiss as his hands ran up and down her sides. Raquel: holding him closer she let out a sigh of relief. He probably didn't know how much of a relief it was to hear him say that she was going to make it. How important it was that she had someone that had faith in her. "Thank you,"she whispered. "For believing in me." She groaned feeling his tip against her. Still holding onto his neck she moved her hips again, inviting more of him into her folds. "Don't be a tease." Hands sliding down his chest she paused at his sides. Nails digging into his back she encouraged him even more as she held him close. Lips going to his neck she bit down against his skin, soothing the sting with her tongue. "You're the love of my life." Knowing she had made the right decision in rushing home she ground her hips into his taking as much of him as she could, whimpering into his shoulder from the pleasure.

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