🍒why so sexy if so dumb?🍒

Selene knew sometimes she could be perceived as maybe a lot. It’s not like she was always just on and intense, she had her calm and quiet moments. That’s what made her who she was. She just let herself be herself and didn’t care what anybody thought. She wasn’t intimidated in the slightest by Dean’s open and flirtatious nature or Garrett’s more reserved but still silently intense ways. It was like they both played to all her sides and she liked that. Her back is forced flat against the mattress when Dean tugs her to be closer to him and a breathy laugh falls from her lips before it turns into a shaky moan. Kissing Garrett, her soft whimpers are swallowed by his mouth. She feels his large hand cupping at her breast, her rosy pink buds peeking up from being exposed now. She smooths her hand down his front, feeling the warm skin of his abdomen against her fingertips. She stops when she reaches the front of his jeans and she palms at him through the rough material. “Off.” The one word instruction is panted out into the passionate kiss, Selene wanting to be able to actually touch him. Her other hand reaches down so she can tangle her fingers in Dean’s blonde locks, always liking to have something to grab on to. “Fuck,” she moans. “Are you hard for me?” She murmurs, the question directed at both. Her hips rolls easily, showing that she wanted more.

"So why haven't you made a move on your crush?" She wanted her friend to be happy, even if there was a sharp spike of jealousy in her chest. Elara's shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I was torn between going out dancing or a quiet night in. What do you think?"

Nevaeh’s eyes widened at Elara’s words, surprise flickering across her features before melting into a warm, almost bashful smile. For a moment, she looked away, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as if suddenly self-conscious beneath the other woman’s attention. “I don’t think they’d feel the same. I haven’t asked,” she confessed, her voice softer than before, carrying a vulnerability she rarely let show. Yet even as she spoke, there was a spark of curiosity dancing in her bright eyes, one that Elara’s encouragement had clearly ignited. Nevaeh’s expression brightened completely, a wide grin spreading across her face and banishing any lingering uncertainty. “You might give me the urge to ask soon, though,” she added playfully. Her gaze met Elara’s once more, genuine warmth shining through. “Maybe we could go out? I’d love to have a drink with you.”

“Really? Well ain’t you a sweetheart. That’s real nice of you,” he smiles at the woman. People did things like that from time to time and it was always appreciated. He takes her in, a small smile on his face. “They’re gonna scarf those down in less than five seconds,” he jokes around, readjusting his bag over his shoulder. At her question, he gives an exhausted nod. “Finally. This week has felt like it’s dragged on forever.” Despite being eager to leave, he doesn’t end the conversation. Because it was Eleanora and he liked talking to her. “I wish I had known you were coming by. I wouldn’t have tried to make such a quick getaway.” There’s a teasing edge to his voice, a hint of flirtation. “Do I get a treat before I go?” He prompts, nodding with his head to the box she held in her hands.

Eleanora tilted her head slightly, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, so you’re waiting around because I’m the person who stopped you?” she asked lightly, clearly amused by the implication as she leaned casually against the surface nearby. Without waiting for a reply, she opened the treat box in her hands, revealing an assortment of donuts neatly arranged inside, the sweet smell immediately filling the air between them. “Help yourself,” she said warmly. “Some of them have different fillings. I didn’t know which ones everyone liked, so I just got a bit of everything so there’d be something for everyone.” Her grin widened as she glanced up at him, clearly pleased with her own solution. “My favourite’s this one,” she added, pointing to a chocolate donut with sprinkles and a soft vanilla filling hidden inside. She reached into the box with her finger, scooping up a bit of icing that had smudged along the edge, bringing it up to her lips without hesitation. “Mm,” she hummed softly after tasting it, her expression brightening. “Heavenly,” she admitted with a small, satisfied laugh.

He says, "I have the greatest respect for the hands on people, one does not realize how much they do, every day, so that we can live the way we do." He nods, then says, "Everyone does the part they can, an architect can design a building, but, put them on the construction crew, they are out of their depth." "It is that way with a lot of things."

Her lips curled into a grin as Asher's gaze kept flickering to her mouth. She was glad that she wasn't the only one who seemed to think about kissing each other. A soft, amused hum left her. "I don't know if I want my acting debut to be a soft-core porno, but for you I might make an exception," Jo teased. Honestly, if there hadn't been a director to tell them to stop she would have seen just how far Asher had been willing to go.

Asher let out a soft, teasing laugh, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth between them as he leaned in just slightly, his confidence unshaken. “I’m worth it right?” he asked with a playful edge, his tone light but probing, as if he already knew the answer he wanted to hear. “Besides, the girls who act all over someone usually are the ones getting jobs everywhere else. Haven’t you noticed Mika Abdalla lately? She’s doing well for herself,” he added with an amused grin, referencing an actress he had worked with before. “I’ve worked with her, she’s grown a lot since I first met her.” There was no malice in his words, just casual observation and a touch of industry perspective.

Selene was used to the antics. Especially when the two of them were together. It was like they fed off the other’s energy and she was in the crossfire, which she didn’t mind at all. She thrived in the middle of them, enjoying how it all played out each and every time. “Don’t apologize if you aren’t really sorry,” she playfully chastises Garrett, her words ending with a lighthearted giggle. Of course they weren’t going to just listen. She kind of figured that would be the case, so she was prepared. She looks between Garrett and then Dean, before fingers move to unclasp the buckles to her overalls. She lets the material fall and settle down on her hips to expose the tube top she had on underneath. Staring right at them, she tugs it over her head and off her body, leaving her completely bare as she tosses it to the floor. “Do you want to touch?” She prompts, her hands coming up to emphasize what she was saying by lightly tracing over her breasts. “Because if you do, then you two better start doing what I say and acting right.” Her words are said sternly but with a hint of coquettish charm that came so naturally to her. “The longer we take, the less time you have to play with me,” she adds, reminding them that they were wasting time. She steps closer to the pair, eyes never leaving them. “And that would be so tragic.” Her words are punctuated with a soft pout.

“You are. So much beauty, you could bring a tear to my eye… which usually only happens when you do other things to me,” she jokes around, her flirtatious nature always ever so present, even in the moment of working. Her head lifts to see Garrett eyeing Dean and her eyes are bright in amusement at how ridiculous they both could be. But she enjoyed it obviously. It came with the territory and she liked them both too much to be annoyed by it. She was able to slip into the dynamic easily enough where she didn’t feel like she was on the outside looking in. “Behave, Gare. He’s not a piece of meat,” she chimes in with a soft laugh, looking between the two men. “We’re dealing with two dangerous weapons that appear to be loaded, despite the circumstances,” she teases, making a show of her own to look down at what both of them were currently displaying. It was a natural thing of course. Through her experience, some guys would just get hard during a painting session,while others were too self conscious to even think about getting aroused. “I think you can handle it hitting you considering the activities you both get up to with me,” she easily points out. Hands on her hips, she tilts her head and stares at them. “Now, are you too going to be good boys and stay still or do I need to provide some incentive?” She questions with a stern look, but there’s a small smirk dancing on her lips.

Cleo let out a laugh, shaking her head as she glanced over at Lorelai. "Right, because nothing says successful holiday quite like spending your entire savings account on cocktails with names you can't pronounce." She pointed a finger at her dramatically before settling back into her seat. "My qualifications include carrying bags, judging strangers from a distance, and holding your hair back if those expensive cocktails start fighting back." A grin tugged at her lips as she watched her friend's excitement practically radiate through the car. When Lorelai mentioned the pool, Cleo didn't even hesitate. "Absolutely. Pool first." She nodded firmly, as though it were a matter of national importance. "You go work on your tan, and I'll work on not looking like a drowned rat the second I get in the water." Cleo laughed. "Besides, if we're getting cocktails later, I need a few hours to mentally prepare for paying fifteen pounds for a drink that comes with a tiny umbrella."

“When we start drinking, we won’t be able to pronounce them anyway,” Lorelai giggled, her tone light and full of anticipation as she thought about the day ahead with Cleo. There was something comforting about the idea of the two of them finally having time to themselves, away from work, responsibilities, and everything else that usually filled their schedules. Lorelai could already picture it clearly in her mind: lying back on a sun lounger, a romance book resting in her hands, the warmth of the sun slowly tanning her skin while the world around her felt distant and slow. It was the kind of simple peace she rarely allowed herself to enjoy, and she was determined to make the most of it. Turning slightly toward Cleo, she smiled with genuine curiosity. “You’ll have to let me know how the pool water feels,” she confessed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If it’s cold, I am not getting in. If it’s warm, I’ll consider it.” She wasn’t the strongest swimmer and never had been, but she still enjoyed the feeling of being in the water for short moments, floating or cooling off when the heat became too much.

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