earl grey tease.

OPEN TO: m/f/nb! BASED ON: arch-enemies. your muse has started dating summer’s brother to annoy her. bonus points if your muse and summer have sexual tension because angst.

of all the people they could have gone after… “my brother? that’s low, even for you,” the brunette spat out. wells could not have known exactly who he was dealing with but summer knew. “if you think i’m going to let you mess with his head, you’re wrong.” it wasn’t an idle threat. they had been dancing around each other too long for that.

she was moving closer to him, he felt that. he felt this inner need of comfort attacking him from every corner. and yet — nothing about her was invasive. he still felt the touch of her fingertips across his back. there was something… addictive about her. & her eyes — a neverending story. “i’m catching bad guys because i know how they’re behaving.” wrinkled hands crossed between both knees. with his chin dropped downward, he turned his stare to her lips. it would be difficult to reach higher. “i’m not the one who’s easily defined, though. that’s why it’s not that easy to catch me.” 

something inside of him shattered into pieces. a crimson longing. the phantom thread. the girl was still talking, toying around with the undeniable charisma. has she even realised that the show has ended? long before it started for her own sake… a deep & cautious sigh was taken as he reached out to take his cigarette back. “if your need is so definite then let me obey under your command.” he took the last drag and killed the addiction against a plastic plate, all covered with chicken leftovers. “take your shirt off… i took mine.” on his way to the room’s small kitchen he grabbed two glasses, all covered with fingertips and lipstick smudges. as he covered his hands with his entire body he managed to finally finish one of the desired quests of the evening — he gathered the dna. her dna. the whole procedure along with filling up the cups took no longer than two minutes. he turned around with both glasses and a hopeless grin. OH, WHY HE COULDN’T CONCUR LOVE. who decided to punish him that badly. and so the raven-haired agent opened his thin-lined lips to say something nice when suddenly someone knocked at the door. dark stare swung from the door to the girl and the other way around. “do not say a single word.”

the concept of bad guys and good guys was strictly a fantasy. long before she unwillingly attained the title of Le Fântome, she learned that lesson firsthand when they used her as a bargaining chip to gain favors from a high-ranked government official. at the end of the day, the good guys and the bad guys were all in bed with each other, just as she was with him.

chocolate brown eyes followed his retreating figure and she bit her lower lip, allowing herself a split moment to wonder what would happen to him once they got what they needed. a strict rule she set for herself was that she never asked; the crushing weight on her conscience was already enough. it was only in passing that she would hear the news of missing men, occasionally catching a glimpse of their shining faces displayed between pages of the morning paper. if there was one thing the organization was, they were certainly thorough. if they wanted you gone, you stayed gone. the glasses weren’t even a thought for her because when it came to her line of business, they cleaned up her messes as long as she did as she was told. the one time she threatened to disfigure herself to become useless, they gave a clear example of exactly how disposable she was if she did. watching him reappear in her line of sight, she forced the thoughts to retreat to the back of her mind. she sat up and reflected his grin. this was a job just like any other job, she reminded herself—she had no business thinking about what happened to him once she was out the door.  

but then came the knock at the door. 

“what are you thinking about?” tone of voice husky & deep. he was almost whispering, too tired to care about the proper pronunciation. too tired of his own noir-inked imagination — what are you thinking, who are you? was it safe enough to have you here? or maybe this was all a game and he was definitely not a player. once the slender-shaped woman opened her mouth and started talking he shut his mind again and came back to life. with his cigarette now being stolen from his warm grip. the woman’s comment did provoke his thin-lined lips to create a mockery of a smile. he tried his best. “ah, i see… you will consider it.” he nodded, still laying across her naked legs. since he was free from the attention of his cigarette he started kissing gently her thighs. both hands slid under her buttcheeks. “you smell nice.” his nose got lost among the tight space between her legs. as if he created a cage for her so she could rest for a while. she needed it before taking the next steps — a friend or a foe? “i have to catch a bad guy tomorrow morning so i might as well drive you back home.” he released her petite body from his strong layer of warmth and lifted his torso upward, changing a bit his position. “last drink of the night? we might as well never see each other again.”

you poor, lonely soul… if you only knew what was happening behind your back. oh, the eyes… the girl’s incredible eyes… so what? because of your blindness, you will soon also throw her into the flames of danger. the neighbourhood is not sleeping. they’re coming for you.

“i’m too embarrassed to say,” she admitted, eyes trailing his every move as she reveled in the view. there was no way she could disclose that he was the first man in eons that she wouldn’t scrub her skin raw trying to rid herself of him. the french woman’s fingertips traced delicate circles onto his back. “i don’t usually stay the night. you might break my heart.”  a soft hum vibrated against her lips, relishing the stubble of his chin brushing her bare flesh. “thank you,” she chuckled at his compliment, lifting herself ever so slightly to assist him in slipping his hands beneath her body. “’catch a bad guy?’” a dark brow lifted. “that sounds very action movie-esque.” she grinned teasingly, propping an elbow up behind her to close some of the space between them. she wanted him nearer, as if she were afraid he would vanish into thin air had they come apart. “does that make you the good guy then?” her head tilted, her gaze expecting an answer.

“what a gentleman.” the offer had a smile spreading against her lips, though she knew well there was no way he could ever find out where she actually lived. she possessed a series of lies up her sleeve for any given moment, never giving identifiable information. “merde, i didn’t know you weren’t planning on seeing me again. i thought we had a good time.” she feigned hurt, a hand clutching her chest dramatically before a small laugh gave her away. she puffed from the cigarette again, removing it from her lips to return it to its rightful owner. “now i definitely need that drink.”

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He sighed heavily at her response. Maxwell knew this wasn’t working and if he could see it, he knew she had to be able to see it as well. “I’m serious, Dru. Everything’s not fine.” He said, looking at her. He sat up to lean back against the headboard. “Please look at me.” He said softly. “Do you still love me?” He asked, needing to know where they stood. Maxwell was completely in love with her but he couldn’t help but feel like they were in a rut.

“Just tell me what you want to do? I just need to know where we’re going with us.” He asked then exhaled a breath he was holding in.  Maxwell couldn’t sleep with this on his mind. “I’ll let you sleep. I’m going to go watch a movie.” He said then kissed her softly.

He got out of the bed, left the bedroom quietly then made his way to the in-home movie theater. He sat down then turned on Netflix, he put on a movie that was in the queue. He needed to clear his mind.

Though the weight of his body lifted from the bed, Dru felt a heavier weight sinking over her. The guilt of making her husband feel that way paralyzed her, leaving her to stare at the wall opposite her as she listened to his footsteps become distant down the hallway. God, she wished she could go to sleep, but the topic left her reeling, whatever brush with the Sandman himself now long gone. The glasses of wine indulged at the event definitely wasn’t helping, only fueling the buzzing of Maxwell’s words in her head. With a deep sigh, she tossed the blanket aside, climbing out of the bed to begin following in his footsteps. Reaching the theatre, Dru spotted out the single head in the audience and went to take a seat beside him. 

her tone of voice was pleasant enough for him to lower his eyelids. its soothing vibration was toying with his ears. since his wife’s death, he has hardly been seen around with any other women… the sheets were being changed every weekend because of his random guests but he has never been seen with anyone. a trap — the phantom thread. and so his naked torso lifted itself upward and lowered again, covering the other’s naked legs. his chin scratched her soft skin as he closed it in a tight grip of his muscular arms. “well… it’s hard to admit, but i guess you are right.” his tone of voice deep & husky.  “let’s put it that way, then—” rough fingers gently plugged the cigarette back between his lips. “i’d kindly ask you to stay for the night.” and his shameful request hid itself among the see-through cloud of smoke.

the associate had become so used to the routine that the request completely blindsided her. never before had a mark asked her to stay the night. the circumstances were always a little different but matter what, one thing was always the same: eloise was a ghost, only making appearances when they required her to do so. her body belonged to them, used as bait to create a fantasy long enough to suck information from a mark or ensnare them for an ambush. 

tonight, she got what she needed: a location to finally pin down the hard-to-find subject who’d been snooping around in business he should’ve stayed clear of. yet she wasn’t anticipating how his touch and company made her feel like less of an object than she had felt in ages. real pleasure and autonomy had become nothing more than a distant dream for her. a taste of it was enough to make her actually consider his offer, though she knew well that she had no business staying longer than required. “i’ll tell you what. since you asked so kindly....” the slender fingers that comfortingly raked through his hair slipped from the dark tufts to the cigarette between his lips, plucking it from its perch to place it between her own. following by a stream of smoke was a small smile from eloise. “i’ll consider it.” she wanted to savor actually being wanted, feeling cared for—even if it wasn’t real—for a little longer. silently, she vowed that once he was asleep, she’d be gone, remembering her place as a phantom among the living. 

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“i could do it if i wanted to.” however, defeated by their words, he slumped back into his seat. lennon wasn’t going anywhere, he’d end up in a ditch or with hypothermia if he went out on his own and they both knew it. he rolled his eyes as sydney went in on him, figuring he couldn’t exactly offer much to justify his actions at this point, it wasn’t as if it would change things anyway. “cut the shit, syd.” he echoed their earlier tone, really quite amused with himself for it. “we both know if i pull the same stunt next week, you’ll turn up. i didn’t exactly force you to come get me, did i?”

     WILLA WASN’T LISTENING TO HIM, not by a long shot as her thoughts were muddled of what they did. how they murdered her helpless friend–granted that she was a bitch most of the time and bullied people, but that doesn’t give them the right to play god. only when he cupped her face did she snap out of her thoughts, her tearful gaze rising to meet his eyes as he tried to calm her down. “ how–how could you expect me to calm down? ” willa croaked out in between sobs as her tears continued rolling down her face. “ i–we–we just killed my b-b– ” she stammered pitifully, but finishing that words were a struggle in itself. rocking back and forth as she cradled herself tighter, she shook her head frantically. “ we can’t–we–we made a mistake. we shouldn’t have done this, jordan. they’re gonna find out that it’s not a suicide and we’re gonna be in jail. ”

“how, willa? how would they find out? i mean, the perfect note and we were careful. no one will ever know unless you start acting like you just killed someone.” his thumbs swiped gently at her cheeks, attempting to brush away the tears that just kept on rolling. “let’s face it: she was an asshole, right? so when you think about it, it was... a mercy killing! she only had, what, a few good years left?”  one hand moved to her shoulder to give it a comforting squeeze.  “we did her a favor, will; we helped her go out in her prime. this is how she would’ve wanted to been remembered, not as some trophy wife in the suburbs begging her husband to stop fucking his secretary.”