Everything is dark.

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The beach was always a good idea until you found sand in places where sand definitely shouldn't be. That, mixed with hating the feeling of dry hands, Aurora had mixed feelings about this holiday. On one hand, it was lovely ! The weather was great, the temperature was fantastic, she was able to really disconnect and relax. But she would also get quite bored if she was just simply lay still on a sun bed for hour upon hours. Which had resulted in her going to the small bar to get another drink. Completely caught up in watching her feet sinking into the sand as she walked, she had no idea someone was in her path until she walked right into them. "Ow." The word fell from her lips automatically. She wasn't even in pain. With a hand on her left breast, to make sure it hadn't spilled from the bikini, she looked up at someone who could be described as very handsome. With his hand on her, and her hand on her, she forgot how to speak for a moment. "Yes?" The answer came out as more of a question than a statement. Realising, more than one thing at the same time, she quickly let her hand drop. "I'm so sorry. Yes, I'm fine. Are you fine? Good? Great?"

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Those words had the power to make someone shit themselves. 'I had been meaning to talk to you about something.' What the fuck did that mean? Was he moving away? Was he mad she'd stolen his chocolate? Was he secretly married with kids? Did he want to celebrate 4th of july with someone else but had just pretended to want the party ? Looking up at him, Isabella raised an eyebrow, cocking her head. "Alright. Spill." Leaning back against the couch, she brought the back of the pen between her teeth. "You know, if you don't want to do the party, you could've just said so. I wouldn't have been mad," she assured him. "But if this 4th of july thing is the last time I'm gonna see you for a while, I will be mad. I will call your new boss and tell them to fuck off. Or your wife? Not your children, I wouldn't go that far."

Bella scoffed at his honesty, wiping her thumb against his bottom lip. The smirk displayed on his face making it impossible to be mad at him. Especially as he followed by complimenting her. "Good answer," she whispered, flicking her tongue against his upper lip. The feeling of his hands against her skin making her shiver. "Your clothes are more comfortable than mine," she argued, feeling his lips brush against hers. God, he was driving her crazy. Even more so when his lips found her neck. Cocking her head, Isabella let her eyes flutter close. "Your ego seems big enough as is," she breathed, humming as he hit a spot beneath her ear. Fingers slid into his curls, feeling their softness. "Besides," she swallowed the word, "I didn't know if you were open yet."

he watches her carefully, eyes lighter than before. her touch is soft and welcoming. it counteracts the hit he'd received earlier in the night. esme's thumb touches his lip and he gives her a little smile. "who says you can't kiss me goodnight?" a brow raised. ezra takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze. he laughs, loud and boisterous. "woah, woah, let's not go to extremes here."

"Your split lip." She raised an eyebrow herself, wondering if he thought differently. She'd only seen his face, not knowing what his skin looked like underneath his clothes. Sometimes she could play dot-to-dot with his bruises. His laughter was contagious, making her chuckle herself. "We'll see once your clothes are off. I don't want to end up hurting you during the night." With their fingers laced together, Esmeralda lead him to the bedroom. Already in pyjamas, from having been asleep earlier, she crawled on top of the bed and let her eyes rest on him. "Show me."

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Imogen had been watching the game from the sidelines, just praying that things would go smoothly. And they had, for the most part. It was only towards the end that the game had taken a turn for the worse and the brunette had gone back to her office to prepare for the arrivals of hurt players. Having patched them up, and sent them home with strong advice to do nothing, she knew there was still one missing. She heard him before she saw him, the bane of her existence. Dark eyes locked with his, quick to push herself off of her desk when she saw the way he was gripping the doorframe. "Jesus." Not one game without this shit. "Just shut up and sit down on the table," she commanded, getting her scissors. "What part of you does not hurt?" She questioned, standing next to him as she cut through the pads. "And don't you dare fucking lie to me."

It didn't escape him how her gaze drifted to his lips for a brief moment, she was so beautiful and inviting, he was really struggling not to cave in and lean into her. "It's not forcing if I'm willingly doing it."he retored with a chuckle. "You mean like you are right now?"Josh teased about keeping hands to herself when they were clearly on him, which he didn't mind one bit as he didn't do anything to try and shake them off of him. "Sure, I'd love that. Really."he assured her, he wanted to see her perform, he meant what he said earlier about admiring different forms of art. "Oh? Two of us, all alone in a dance studio? I'm afraid I'll be too much of a distraction for you."he teased her and let his hand go from her hair down to her hip. "Maybe you'll seduce me with your dancing, and trap me in there forever."he joked. Josh glanced at her features, and now he was the one who let his eyes drift to her lush lips. "--- Can I kiss you?"he asked, the desire was there but he didn't want to take her little teasing and touching as a wrong signal and have her push him away.

Esmeralda curled her fingers around his shirt to make it clear that she was not removing her hands. "I didn't say I'd start now." It didn't seem like he minded, either. He was the one who stepped directly in front of her first, caging her in. She only followed the path she believed they were on. Again, Josh brought laughter from her lips. "You haven't seen me dance, yet. Nothing will distract me." When dancing, it was her only focus. Yet it was her way of getting out of her head, at the same time. When his question came, it took her a little by surprise. Not because she didn't think they'd go there, but simply because asked. "Gentleman both in and outside the bedroom," she muttered, leaning in before pressing her lips to his. She held the kiss for a few heartbeats before pulling away. "I believe I'm the one being seduced."

open to anyone

Dark hues looked at the male in front of her, teeth sinking into the flesh inside her cheek. "So fucking speak." She needed this to be over and done with.

He smirked at her, Joshua liked when girls played with his hair and he surely didn't mind it when Esme did it just moments ago. If it brought her joy, it surely brought him comfort. "Yeah - you sound so surprised. I know how to appreciate different forms of art."Josh said with a shrug. As her legs wrapped around him with ease and pulled him in closer, he could almost taste the perfume she wore on his taste buds how close they were. When asked about what type of dance was he expecting, Josh let out a soft chuckle. "I'll let you know I'm a gentleman - a lap dance would be reserved for the bedroom."he murmured in a slightly teasing manner. He brought his hand up to brush a few strands of her hair behind the ear. "I wanted to see you perform on stage, or wherever it's possible in public."the blond then let her know, his eyes locked with hers. "But if you want to practice your lap dancing skills... I'll gladly offer myself as sacrifice."he continued to tease, as if that'd be hard for him to go through.

'Different forms of art.' Somehow, it made her think of things that he probably wasn't even thinking about. Or maybe he was. "No, I.." she trailed off, shaking her head lightly. Maybe it had surprised her a bit. She'd only just met him and he was asking to see what she did. It somehow seemed different than watching him play the drums. As Josh continued to talk, Esmeralda couldn't help but let her eyes drift to his lips for a moment before going back to hold his gaze. The small gesture of brushing her hair from her face stealing her focus. Only when he mentioned himself as a sacrifice did she laugh. "Wow, no.. I won't force you into doing that." The brunette shook her head, "I'll keep my hands to myself, don't worry." Still, her hands remained on him. "If you want public, we put on shows every now and then. I'm sure I can get you a ticket." That was, if he still wanted to come by that point. "Or I book some studio time every day. To rehearse. But you'd have to be alone with me, so..." She was smiling as she said the words in a teasing tone.

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Isabella woke to the sound of someone talking, though she refused to engage. Instead she reached her hand out, patting around as if to find the 'alarm' to turn it off. "Shut up." Her voice groggy, tired. Her hand was left outstretched when she made contact with something, hoping the talking would stop. Much to her disappointment, it did not. "I'm not married." What kind of crazy person had she ended up in bed with? She refused to open her eyes for a few more seconds, when she finally caved and opened her eyes slightly. The figure next to her was blurry, slightly out of focus. "We're not married." There was no way. Still, she threw a quick glance at her ringfinger as she lifted her hand slightly. Then realising it had been touching his face all this time, she pulled it back against her chest. "You talk a lot in the morning. Anyone ever told you that?"

Josh looked at her as she reached for a few strands of his hair and kinda toyed with them, it was a sweet gesture and he couldn't look away from her alluring eyes. "If you say so, the mess stays. Will not try to tame it ever again."he said with a chuckle. "I can imagine, yeah. Is there anywhere I could see you dance? Be it ballet or maybe at parties like this one? Although I haven't seen you hit the dance floor yet."Josh pointed out. He couldn't help himself but let out a heartfelt laugh at her whole little charade about the concert and making a sign for him. "Already staking your claim, huh?"he asked as he turned to face her properly as she sat on the counter. "Gotta admit, I like a girl who knows what she wants."he admitted and a little boldly placed hands on the counter on her sides, staying close to her but still giving her some space.

Esmeralda couldn't help but laugh at his comment. "Thanks. I like it just the way it is." Personally, she liked it when men had hair she could play with, not that she was in a position to do that with him. Not yet, anyway. The laugh died into a smile, a cocked eyebrow. "You wanna see me dance?" Depending on the form he meant, sure, there were possibilities for him to witness her dancing. They had recitals throughout the year, or she would practice every day. But if he wanted to watch her dance more freely, he would need to be around during weekends. Before she had a chance to say any of it, Josh had turned towards her, caging her in-between his arms. Keeping her eyes locked on his, the brunette wrapped her legs around his hips, locking them at the ankles, and drew him as close as she could. "Is that so?" she questioned, placing her hands against his waist. Was she taking it too far? "And what do you want? A lap dance? Or did you have something more professional in mind when you said you wanted to watch."

A soft hum against his lips as she kissed him back. Hands moving slowly until her fingertips were pressing into the top his asscheeks. "Where else am I meant to enjoy you?" Eyes stayed on his mouth, his warm breath mixing with hers. Feet stumbled slightly as she let him take the lead, smiling, teeth nipping into his bottom lip. "Anyone told you that you're fucking gorgeous in the morning?" Bella questioned quietly, making him sit on the end of the bed as they reached it. Climbing on top of him, hands moved around him, up his chest until they were cupping both sides of his face. "New favourite breakfast spot."

Arms circled him as they stood together. His skin warm against hers. A smile was on her lips, even when he admitted that he hadn't expected her to stay the night. She couldn't really blame him for that. "Me neither," she admitted quietly. His bed, along with him, had just been too comfortable to leave. Turning fully, arms still around him, dark hues finally locked with his. "Tempting." Fingers drew lazy patterns on his back before moving down to the waistband of his boxers. "Let's order something we both want." Lips placed a soft kiss to his chest as her eyes stayed on his. "Stay in bed for a little while longer." Another kiss, fingers dipping down to touch the skin on his hips. "Take full advantage of the late check-out." Up on her toes, lips brushed against his. "How does that sound?"

"Of course," she smiled. "The messy long-ish hair, the smile. I don't see any reason why you wouldn't make it big." The brunette shrugged lightly, smiling as she took a sip of her cup. Listening as he told her about how he wanted his life to look, Esmeralda couldn't help but feel her smile widen on her face. She couldn't tell it if was the drink or him making it happen. "So handsome, charming, creative and smart." She counted on four fingers. "Just need one more." She'd only just met him but he seemed nice. And at his invitation, how could she not accept ? "I feel honoured," she placed a hand over her heart, a full grin now on her face. "Dance. Specifically ballet. But I do want to do something with publishing or something as well. I want to do something creative, if I do end up with an office job." Running a hand through her hair, she finished the drink in her cup and put it next to her. "Definitely not as cool as being a rockstar."

"I swear I try to tame my hair - it just doesn't want to and defies me all the time."he said with a chuckle. He couldn't get his eyes away from her, she was so gorgeous and easy to talk to, which was refreshing for him after the first few weeks here. "One more? Well, I'd like to say I'm funny, but that will be for you to decide as we get to know each other."the blond commented, basically saying he'd like to spend more quality time with her. As she answered his question, he nodded. "Can't say I know much about ballet but from what I saw it looks hard as hell. Cudos to you, really."Josh said in all honesty. "Having an extra thing on the side is a good thing, you never know in which direction your life might turn out. I never imagined I'd move and here I am now."he let out a chuckle. "Oh please, you'll make me blush, Esme - besides, no one really looks at the drummer, all the girls always want the singer or the basist."he shrugged and laughed.

Esmeralda looked up at the top of his head as he talked about his hair. Reaching out, she moved a few strands away from his forehead before her gaze once more locked with his. "I like it. Makes you look real handsome," she chuckled softly. Perhaps longer hair was a preference, though she couldn't really imagine him with shorter hair either. Cocking an eyebrow, she kept quiet as he continued to talk. He wanted to continue to get to know her, huh? "It's a lot of pressure," she admitted, shrugging lightly. She knew that making it in the world of dance would take a hell of a lot of work and she was ready for it. But there was so much more than the work behind it, too, think about. His laughter was contagious and she found herself laughing with him. "Yes, they do," she argued. "The drummer is just as important and people for sure notice. A good solo on the drums is so much cooler than guitar." In her opinion anyway. "I will make a sign for your first concert saying 'the drummer is the coolest one here. I want him.'" She pretended to hold up a sign between them, a grin on her lips. "People will be looking at you all night."

Dark hues caught on his mouth as his tongue licked his bottom lip. They stayed on his mouth until he moved, pushing himself off of the doorframe and started moving towards her. Straightening just a little more, she was aware of his every move. Ending up behind her, Isabella felt her breath quicken as he framed her between the counter and his chest. His warm breath on her skin as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Even though she hadn't verbally reacted to his words, her body had. Body temperature rising, pulse quickening. "Mmh," she hummed, pretending to think it over. "The dry piece of bread I found is dragging your rating down." Leaning back, her back to his front, she turned her head slightly to rest her forehead against his jaw. "And there's no coffee."

open starter for f / m / nb | muse: bryson murphy. 21-24.

Isabella was leaning on the counter; elbows on the top, ass sticking out. Eating toast with one hand, she tried reading the book she held in the other. It was only when she heard him speak that she looked up, not having noticed him earlier. The smile on his lips contagious as she felt her lips curve. "Careful," she countered, "you sound like you don't mind it." Placing the book upside down, along with the toast on the counter, she straightened up. Letting some of his shirt fall down her shoulder, showing some skin, she raised an eyebrow. "I can always take it off?"