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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?"

"You think I got the looks?"he asked with a chuckle. "Uh, I'm not sure, the whole do it professionally thing. I like the idea of it being something I do on the side, and just focus on IT instead."Josh said with a light shrug, computers were his first passion as a kid, then followed the drums. He was convinced he could have a better career in the IT world rather than music, but didn't want to give up on it completely. "If I find a band around here or make one, you'll get an invite to the first gig."he teased lightly. "What's your major again, Esme?"

"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."

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Esmeralda was sitting up on the counter, listening to the male talk about his earlier life. She saw the way his face lit up when he talked, making it seem like he was both proud of what he'd done, but also as if he missed it. It seemed confirmed when he mentioned that he hadn't had a chance to talk to anyone about an open position yet. "You totally need to find a band," she nodded. "It sounds really cool. Is that something you'd want to do professionally then? Be a drummer and that ?" Esmé had been to a few concerts and the solos on the drums were always sick. "I can picture it, you know. Touring the world. You have the look for it, too. People will go crazy for you."

ezra watches as esmeralda sits besides him on the couch. his instinct is to flee, ironically enough. when relationships get difficult, he finds it much easier to leave the situation than trying to figure things out. he shakes his head. "i don't want anyone else." especially not somebody who always agreed with him. where was the fun in that? he allows himself to lean into her touch. "well then let's get ready for bed then, 'cause i'm here now." he nods his head, trying to understand. "i get it, i do. just...not much can be done about it."

It made her smile a little, to hear him say that he didn't want anyone else. She didn't want anyone else, either. But she also struggled to just sit by and do nothing when she knew what other people did to him, because he let them. It was his job, and sure, it gave him money. But she didn't like it when he came to her, all messed up. A soft sigh left her, as if the air went out of a balloon. Thumb running over his cheekbone. "As pissed as I am at you," she spoke softly, moving her thumb down to barely touch his bottom lip. "I'm still upset I can't even kiss you goodnight." Removing her hand, Esmeralda shook her head as she got up once more. Reaching her hand out for him to take. "Do we need to build like a pillow wall? So I don't actually touch you during the night?"

Imogen glanced towards his side of the bed. She should've seen, considering that was the side that was untucked at the moment. Apparently, he'd been in bed when she'd knocked. "Of course." Some said the males slept on the side closest to the door due to being linked to protection. She guessed in this scenario, it was to be up and heading out the door first thing. Unless, of course, he brought women back.

The smile widened at his words. "I know what they can do. And I think you do, too." She liked this banter between them. Showed a side of him she hadn't really seen before. It was easy for Imogen to scare herself with some of the books she read. And so it was probably her own fault for being paranoid at home, alone, and therefor having ended up in the cottage. But the thought of someone just being outside, in the dark, watching her, had creeped her out too much to stay put. She felt his warm hand on her hips at the same time he repeated her words. She trusted him. Out of all the people left on the farm, yes, he had been her place to go. Even as he spoke about not knowing him, it didn't leave her with a feeling of unease. "You're right," she confirmed, fingers gently scratching at his chest as they flexed. "But I guess then it would be my own fault for walking straight into the spiders sticky web." The tone of his voice was enough to give her chills, though not his words. Sinking back down to her feet, Imogen removed her hand from his chest before turning, heading in the direction of the bedroom. "What side to you sleep on?" She questioned without turning towards him, instead grabbing for the blanket.