i could’ve dropped my croissant

she smiles a small smile of relief, cupping his face with a gentle touch. “well, i’m glad to hear that.” there’s a moment she uses to press her lips softly against his, caught up with the butterflies swirling her stomach, but it’s easily heated back up when he starts to writhe underneath her. it makes her kiss him a little harder, hold his jaw a little tighter, even lets her hands drift down so her fingertips grip the sides of his neck, thumbs loosely wrapping his throat. still, the moment felt tender, their hips rhythmically moving together so they could both get a taste of the friction. “it does seem to get your blood pumping,” she teases his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging at it playfully, touching his chin with her thumb so his lips part and her tongue can slip past to brush his. once again, her mind wanders off into thinking how funny it is that she just enjoys kissing this much with him, that they’re naked and halfway spent while she straddles his lap and still, her mind can wander just making out. it would be a miracle if they made it out of this room before morning.

a quiet gasp escapes her when he drifts them both further back on the bed, but she lets out a squeal when she flips them entirely. it trails into a giggle as she settles back on the mattress but that giggle meets a much higher gasp than before. “god…” if she wasn’t feeling the impact of her climax before, she certainly is now that he’s inside her all over again, tightening around him like she still hasn’t fully recovered from good it felt at its peak. touching her forehead to his, she just shares in his breath for a moment, her legs hiking up to his waist so she can hold him in closer than anything they got to feel in their first round. yeah, this was one was already very different. “love it when you take the lead like that,” she purrs, affectionately running her thumbnails along his pulse points. then, her mouth finds his again, head turned to kiss him even deeper than before as her hips start to roll below his.

it was easy to get caught up in the kissing and her touch, feeling her hand on his jaw and throat it’s a new sensation to him. quickly he’s learning that he doesn’t mind it, not too surprised that he likes something she’s doing. everything in his moment is getting him hot, the thoughts of the party leaving him yet again. he did start to wonder if kissing is something they’re capable of even stopping. their first time being alone in awhile already showing what a challenge it’ll be. and as much as he’d like to blame the alcohol he has no trust in himself for the next time that they see each other. getting out of his head a little more he focuses on enjoying now. 

“you would say something like that,” she jeers, watching his hand as it traveled from the collar of the jacket to its lining, fastening the pin with some slight-of-hand. her brows furrow slightly (was he indicating she keep it? would questioning it give off the wrong impression?) “smart.” her fingertips fidget with the zipper so she could steal a peak at the little token of their time together, then bury in the pockets so she can hug herself in the leather. it did kind of smell like him, but she’d just thought it was a scent that lingered with her from the weekend. “i’m almost surprised you didn’t show up in mine, but i guess the cropped look isn’t really your style, huh?” 

as if on cue, his mention of the meeting preludes ellie’s phone buzzing in her hand, her eyes rolling so drastically it was practically audible. she doesn’t even need to hear it blare the same opening line of cute without the e she’d gotten sick of already. it was obviously the same person who’d been blowing up her phone all day. “yeah, we should really get in there, shouldn’t we?” her tone is deflated but clearly not at adam, lips pursed firmly together as she swipes the stack of messages off her screen without reading them and flicks her phone onto silent mode. “i’ve got homework to do and assholes to avoid. besides, it sounds like you’re in for a treat,” a small smirk rekindles on her face as she glances into the nearby classroom, “i don’t know what hunter’s been on about for the past ten minutes, but he’s fired up. hopefully no one fucked around in his room at that party or something,” the smirk grows, her eyes flitting back over to adam’s, voice sinking to a whisper. “that’d piss him off, i imagine.”

“are you complaining, miss nash?” there’s a hint of teasing in his tone, his eyes stealing a glance at her face while he relocated the pin. “thanks i have my moments.” he grins, “now don’t go losing the jacket i might want it back one day.” his tone is teasing and hushed but he does mean his words. the idea of her keeping something of his even in secret is something he liked more than he thought he would. “oh don’t get me wrong i tried but it was a little too tight on me.” which is how he found out he had the wrong the jacket. well that and the length of it. it didn’t take him long to realize it was hers and that he should return it to her as soon as possible so he doesn’t have to answer any questions or lie if a certain someone found it.

watching her reaction to her phone going off it wasn’t hard to see she was fed up with whatever was happening. part of him thought to ask especially after hearing her tone when she spoke to him again, though he didn’t take it to heart. “yeah looks like you could use a good fighting game right about now.” he comments as a way to try and lighten things back up. the next words to fall from her lips caught his attention. “gamer club is perfect for that.” he pauses for a moment looking her way, “what kind of treat?” between her words and her smirk there was a small sliver of worry but also a little excitement. it was almost like he didn’t notice hunters voice until she points it out. listening to her words he rolls his lips nodding his head. “yeah he seems real particular about his stuff. he’s probably found out miles used his room as a coat closet.” it takes a few seconds for him to process what she’s saying which only causes his eyes to widen slightly before shaking his head once. “you wouldn’t dare..” his tone stays hushed now wishing they weren’t in public so he could do something to distract her from thinking of talking to hunter.

“i’ll take it as a compliment.” a soft moan passes her lips as he kisses her neck, letting her eyes drift shut. by now, she isn’t even trying to quell her thirst, just telling herself that whatever her next move is, she can’t keep him in here forever. hell, she probably shouldn’t even keep him for very much longer at all. they were already asking for trouble; now they were just inviting it. “yeah, we’re never quick,” she chuckles, teasing the nape of his neck with her nails, “though, if we don’t wait too long, it’ll probably be quicker than the last one. i’m still way up there.” as she grinds her hips into his again, she does it more deliberately, her swollen clit rubbing up against his pelvis and sending a shiver up her spine. she’s still so sensitive from her climax that she’s sure he can feel the way she twitches at the friction, even wetter than before for obvious reasons. she makes sure to add in an “obviously, no pressure, still,” and coaches herself to keep from rutting herself against him until she has the proper consent, but that doesn’t mean her head isn’t already swimming.

“oh yeah?” she giggles, “why’s that? because you like it too much?” now her lips travel to his neck, and with full intention of giving it the same treatment he’d given hers, but when as the warmth of his skin ripples under her teeth as they graze up the side of his throat, she remembers that she probably shouldn’t leave a mark. “to be fair, when has our timing ever been the best?” something about the way he tells her she gives him more than she thinks makes her pause, feeling a small spark in her chest at the sentiment. had she really never considered that? did she ever actually stop to let adam decide what was good enough for him, or fulfilling enough as a love life? or had she really talked them both out of it before he could get the chance? she’d be chastising herself if she wasn’t so caught up in emotion, the heat of the moment still simmering on the back burner. her eyes search his as she tries to keep her attention trained on the thoughts he’s so decently giving words to for her sake, but at the same time that her heart beats harder, she doesn’t even know what to say. so she doesn’t. admittedly, she’s not even sure that he’s finished his sentence by the time she takes his face in her hands and brings herself in so her lips crash his, fully fueled by fire at first before it dwindles down to one that’s a little more tender and a lot more tame. “you had me at ‘what if we don’t’,” she laughs softly, her nails running against the grain of his stubble, before delving in to kiss him again.

“it was definitely meant to be one.” he tells her against her skin, her moan only making it harder for him to stop. he was already struggling to not just have his way with her again right then and there but the voice in his head he keeps thinking has gone away keeps coming back to remind him of how long they’ve spent in here. his brows raise at her suggestion. he was already in trouble and if they could be quick like she said they might what’s the harm in seeing, right? taking in a breath a soft groan falls from his lips, enjoying her grinding on him more and more. “i never think of it as pressure.” his hand moves to hip half expecting her to grind against him again. 

ellie loathed mondays, especially since her weekends started getting eaten up by her social life; while she used to rely on her days off to take as many freelance writing gigs as she could, it meant she’d miss shows, parties, events—even just the privilege of hanging out with friends. however, it wasn’t like she couldn’t have an income, so swapping out her free time from work to play simply wasn’t an option. it just meant she’d manage to cram both in.

which usually left her starting her school weeks already burnt out and irritable. the messy bun bobby pinned to the top of her head has practically become a monday staple, frizzy with stale hairspray, still not washed from the latest function. her baggier outfits had started becoming a habit as well so she could at least have the luxury of comfort just in case she was still nursing a hangover or hadn’t slept the night before. sometimes it’s the little things. but it’s probably why she didn’t think to double-check the loose leather jacket she’d thrown over her tee dress that morning. hell, it was probably why she didn’t think to question it when she grabbed it in a hurry on her way out of the bedroom party that past friday night.

in fact, the thought doesn’t strike her until she hears adam swing by her in the hallway after class. “huh?” she heard him, but she was too busy fighting the girlish smile trying to play on her red-stained lips the process his words at first. he’s just so cute. is he somehow even cuter now or is she just biased because she got a refresher on what he looks like naked— “wait,” she follows his gaze to his pin on his collar of his jacket, still draped on her body. her eyes light up like the light bulb physically clicks on in her head. “oh, shit!” she lowers her voice to a hush, but laughs, “wow, my bad, i didn’t even realize.”

ellie was a much needed distraction he needed. lately whenever he’s at school he has felt on edge, not really feeling like it’s a safe space for him anymore. it has taken away a lot of joy he use to feel about the school but luckily now he doesn’t have to think about it and can focus on the cute girl in front him. it’s another problem he probably shouldn’t focus on but that’s something he can think about another day. he missed her and wanted to see her. 

if anyone was to look at the two he’s sure they could there’s something going on between them just by the look alone he’s giving her. she has his full attention and it was taking everything in not to check her out. watching it click for her he chuckles with her before saying fuck it and checking her out anyway, she looked pretty as always. “it’s okay honestly it looks better on you anyway.” his tone stays quiet so only they could hear. glancing between the jacket and her lips he shakes the thoughts of how nice it would be to kiss her right now or even just touch her. 

acting like he fixing the jacket so it wouldn’t look that suspicious he takes a step forward then removes the pin from the collar moving it to the inside of the jacket so she could have a little reminder that it’s his. “there you go.” the smile on his lips grows more looking at her for a moment before regretfully stepping back. “i have yours in my locker i could grab it for you after the meeting.”

adam was thankful for mondays, it’s the day when him and heather don’t actually hang out due to their busy schedules and though he has done a good job at acting like nothing happened over the weekend it was eating at him a bit. ignoring the guilt hasn’t been easy but with everything going on it was just another feeling he was working on not paying attention to. as he walks the halls to head towards gamer club he couldn’t help noticing ellie, instantly causing a flutter in his stomach. he felt nervous seeing her again but also a little happy. even though the party was confusing for his relationship status seeing her just flooded his mind with memories of the eventful night, only reminding him more how much he wants to see her again. 

after almost running into to someone he finally makes his way over to her, clearing his throat slightly once he’s walking by her. “so the craziest thing happened to me this weekend. i went to this party and somehow ended up taking someone elses jacket home....” looking over at her he can’t help the small grin on his lips as he notices her wearing his jacket due to the small pin on his collar. “and someone took mine too, isn’t that just wild.”

the way he stops dead in his tracks makes her start laughing so hard that she buries her head in the crook of her neck to muffle it. “fuck you, they’re great whether i’m dressed or not,” she chuckles, eyes slipping shut and head turning to let her hair fall behind her shoulder, giving his lips more access. the more she basks in their teasing back-and-forth, the harder it becomes to tune out the party around them, some clarity having come with getting that first trist out of their systems. she knows it should be her wake-up call to wrap things up but it has the adverse effect. “that’s nice,” she sighs coquettishly, taking handfuls of the back of his hair like she wouldn’t let him leave if he tried. it’s still damp at the roots with sweat, a musky warmth pulsing from his scalp. leaning her head to the side against his, she leans her bodyweight into his, letting her legs wrap around his waist for closeness. she’d wrap herself in him entirely if she could. 

“no one’s seemed to notice we’re gone yet,” she muses softly, riskily. “we could probably get away with it a little longer.”

her back arches under the trails of his fingertips, her grip on his hair pulling his head back enough to catch him in another heated kiss. how are we supposed to get out of here without getting caught? she’s already drafting exit strategies despite how her hips rolls into his. i could probably get away with hiding in the closet so he can make a clean break. pretend i was just drunk and passed out there, or something. let him have reasonable doubt. but her body language has no interest in separating anytime soon; chest-to-chest, she rests her arms on his shoulders so her hands can reach the top of his hair now, twirling his curls around her fingers, somehow tender but needy at the same time. the more she thinks about how to get out of the situation, the more she just wants to stay in it. “mm, yes, blame me, daddy,” she laughs into the kiss, leaning back from it long enough to put actual words into order. “it crossed my mind, but i just thought i was rebounding,” her lips purse in thought, “but you were rebounding, too. so maybe it wasn’t the best move, anyway. —or maybe it was, who knows. i feel like i always go with what i think is supposed to be right and don’t let myself just…do what i want enough. like…this.” the soft contact of him touching her face and pushing back her hair lets her relax, her forehead resting at his temple, eyes at half-mast. “i think you’re right. but i don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” a wary smile plays on her face. “…i think i’ve just always figured you deserve more than i feel like i can give you, and i thought i was just happy for you because now you were getting that. and yet, here i am. possibly fucking that all up for the both of us,” she chuckles in a self-deprecating way, “like i can’t let you go.”

even though she can’t see it he rolls his eyes playfully. “alright i can attest to that, just saying naked is a bit more distracting.” at first he was only going to kiss her once but since she was nice enough to give him more room he decided to get a couple more in. he honestly wasn’t sure how to not start things up again, fighting it starting to feel like more work than its worth. feeling her in his hair again and getting closer than before his thoughts of stopping start to fade just wanting to enjoy being close to her for as long as possible, a bit of dread in the back of his mind reminding how much he doesn’t want to leave the room again. being a part from her was starting to feel like a punishment which he’s sure can’t be a good sign for their  friendship. 

“two very good points. i’d ask if you think we can be quick but it’s us.” he chuckles though his brow raises wondering what she’ll say back. it does surprise him that no one has came to door yet but he wasn’t about to complain about that.

“maybe you’re just bad at listening when my tits are out.” her eyebrows raise, the corner of her mouth turned up with amusement. at the back of her mind, she’s just thinking about how she wishes she could bottle this feeling, the warmth and comfort that swelled in her chest and the fluttering beat of her heart. the way she can still hear the muted bass from the music through the bedroom walls envelope them but manages to forget the party that it comes with. the slight worry about how they’re gonna leave this room without anyone realizing what’s gone on inside it picks at her brain, but she doesn’t have to think about that just yet so long as she’s still in the moment, right? “yeah?” she grins, “you feeling lucky?” 

a small gasp escapes her as he pulls her in, every nerve in her body coming alive as the gap between them closes like they hadn’t been this close already tonight. yeah, this is definitely starting to feel different, maybe even dangerously so. if she could flip a switch and materialize them both in her bed right now instead of hunter’s, she’d even want to see it through, feel just how different things could be. how different they wanted things to be. but she’s taking what she can get. “i know, but i know that you meant it,” her arms hang loosely aroudn his neck, “you wanted to still be friends. you didn’t want it to be weird. you’re not a psychic, you didn’t know how hard it was gonna be. i’ve hated it, but i do understand.” she has to laugh a little at the way she’s practically giving him a therapy session as pillow talk. it’s so on-brand for the two of them it’s ridiculous. “yeah, same,” she agrees with the sentiment without even hesitating, letting out another airy chuckle, “in fact, i think that’s part of the downfall for us. too wrapped up in each other. forget that other things need our attention, too.” there’s this raw energy he gives off as he keeps talking and it’s like a magnet to her; despite the conversation being about staying friends again this time and not staying away from each other and the whole platonic tone it carries, her lips are softly tracing the sides of his again, her chest pressed to his so their bodies are practically flush. funny enough, she thinks that might even answer the question for him. “i think we wouldn’t be in this predicament if i just made a pass at you ages ago,” blatantly flirting, she dodges the question at hand, not knowing the answer or how she even wants to answer and just that she wants to stay this way with him for as long as she can. “like that day in the parking lot, when we talked ‘til it got dark out.” her lips find his a bit more directly, kiss him a bit more meaningfully, eyes closed so her lashes brush his skin. “maybe we wouldn’t have even wanted to look at other people.” a loaded statement. a bold, risky statement. but a true one, nonetheless. and still, she passes the question back to him. “do you think that’s possible? us being friends again.” a beat. “just friends.”

adam pauses because where’s the lie in what she just said. “touché, you win this round. let’s see how good those jokes are when you’re clothed.” he challenges in a teasing tone doing this best to keep his eyes on her face for now though the moment doesn’t last long when he hears her question, nodding his head as he checks her out as best he can. “feeling very lucky actually.” he grins back his fingers playing the ends of her hair before leaning forward and placing a teasing kiss on her neck. he know they can’t get started again but he couldn’t resist doing that especially since she’s much better at the teasing game to begin with.

“oh, i’m positive. maybe you just don’t get them.” she teases back with a kitschy smile. there’s this glowy, daydream-y look to her face as she laughs just being able to laugh with him again, gaze always floating between his eyes and his lips anytime he speaks. everything feels calm. this wasn’t like the downswing she remembers feeling the last time she dropped acid; that night, the fall from her high was also angsty and dramatic and harsh, like getting smacked in the head so hard that the whole world spun too fast for her to stand on, and in an ironic encore twist of fight, she and adam fought through her comedown tonight, but she wasn’t coming down. the peak from the drugs must have dulled down hours ago, and yet, she’s higher than ever. and the whole world’s slowed to a stop this time around. it seems to do that whenever it’s just the two of them. “yeah, yeah,” she sticks out her tongue, watching him bask in her afterglow, that he caused. “you’re lucky you’re cute when you’re gloating.”

she smiles into his hands as he cups her face, against his lips as he kisses her. “mm, it’s almost like you told me so, or something.” feeling him pause as he’s backed against the bed, she takes it as a cue, palming his shoulders to push him down so he sits at the edge of the mattress, practically climbing onto his lap in the process. the kisses get hotter—their first time, they ended up like this, with him upright and her in his lap as their lips moved just as fervently as their bodies did. it’s like muscle memory picks up within her, deepening the kiss but slowing down to savor it. there’s no pressure, they’d both gotten off, she’s taking what she can get at this point, falling into any contact between them. “you’re not tired…you don’t want to go…” she echoes him with a cheeky grin, touching her forehead to his, “we’re insatiable once we get started, aren’t we?” with his hands on the back of her neck, hers move to his face this time, the pads of her thumbs softly outlining his cheekbones. “you didn’t deserve it,” her voice softens, pensive and fragile, “it was complicated. logically, i get that. if i was on the outside looking in on someone else in our situation, i’d be like, yeah, of course it’s fucking weird. you two did everything imaginable to each other and now you wanna just move on as friends?” she laughs despite herself, letting the tip of her nose brush his, “but i appreciate the apology. it means a lot. i don’t regret it. like i really don’t. i just missed having you in my life, is all. but…i mean, if this is how we handle being alone together, it’s not exactly like i can blame you for not wanting to risk it.” since you’re in a relationship silently ties up that sentence, trying to mention it as indirectly as possible since she was currently naked and straddling him. not exactly the best time to give him a guilt trip. “you’re just so irresistible, i guess,” her smirk keeps the tone light, biting her plush lower lip, “i just can’t help myself.” 

“maybe you’re bad at telling them.” he can’t hide the small smile creeping up on his lips as he teases her again. god did he miss this, just being able to talk to her and joke around it’s a part he has missed more than he realized. if you had told him earlier tonight that this was going to happen he would’ve laughed not only because of his relationship status but also because of how little they could talk to each other. and now it’s like nothing happened, like everything is normal again while they’re in their safe bubble which is part of the reason he doesn’t want to leave her yet. the real world would be calling soon and he isn’t ready for that. his grin grew seeing her stick her tongue out then hearing her comment. “lucky seems to be my theme tonight.” 

“i always have jokes, don’t insult me, adam.” she grins slyly, twirling strands of his hair through and around her fingers. that elevated sensation from earlier seems to rekindle under her skin, neurons firing at everything she touches. she still doesn’t know whether it’s leftover from the lsd or if missing someone so much just makes it that much more electric to come in contact again. absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that, she figures, but damn does it also make one hell of an aphrodisiac. “like i was actually gonna deny it,” the bridge of her nose crinkle as she speaks but she keeps it just shy of a kiss, savoring the light tingle of her lips brushing his with every word. “did you hear me back there? it would actually be laughable for me to pretend you didn’t just totally rock my world.”

the way her body finds his feels so natural, leaning into his embrace and kissing him fervently while her hands slide down to his chest. his skin runs hot like it does everywhere else. she’s pretty sure she can feel his heart pounding beneath his ribs. he could probably find hers just as easily, she considers. “mm, i could always give you a ride.” (she’s only half-kidding, let’s be honest.) “i mean, i can think of plenty of ways to pass the time,” leaning away from the wall, she lets the way her bodyweight lightly urges him back (where the bed just so happens to be) serve as a hint, should he be up to taking it it. “the real problem would be finding something that would only take us ‘another couple minutes’.” the smirk on her face is shameless, but her tired blue eyes just dance between his lips and the rest of his face. he’s just such a good kisser. maybe even the best kisser she knows. she doesn’t even think it’s (only) bias: he kisses like he wants to take her breath away, and he always succeeds. “…but obviously no pressure, of course, you know me,” she makes sure to remind him, “if you’re like tired, or anything—you did a lot back there, after all.” her features glow like she’s gloating for him, one hand cupping the side of his face again. “i’m fine just hanging out. or making out. or like…getting into hunter’s video games.” a chuckle. “or if you do need to go, don’t let me stop you, okay, like don’t worry, i’ll be fine, i’m…glad i got to have you for however love i’ve had you.” there’s a small, sad falter to her smile, try as she might to keep things light. “and i’m sorry for yelling at you before. i just missed you. like, in general,” she shrugs, “you’ve become one of my best friends these days, you know? i thought i fucked it up.” 

“are you sure about that?” now just giving her a hard time like old times. his finger tips run up and down her spine slowly as he takes in her presents alone. honestly just being near her is usually enough for him but when they touch it’s a whole other experience that always makes his heart race and he’d dare to say there’s a hint of butterflies in his stomach. she’s everything he wants but things are never as simple as that. the way her lips brush his start to slowly drive him crazy again hardly hearing the words she’s saying. “good point there was no hiding it.” he smirks his lustful eyes looking over her features as best as one can when you’re close. “not sure how we’ll top that.” he says basically letting her know he would like for this to happen again sometime.