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Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

She chewed on her lower lip for a moment before laughing and giving her head a quick shake, the red of her cheeks only more apparent by his blunt talk. “I don’t know. I feel like if I were surrounded by a group of guys who weren’t getting it on a regular basis, it wouldn’t be the same situation at all. Mostly because I’m so much prettier than you.” She waggled her brows, before giggling again. “Me? Nah. I’m always scared someone in my family will go through my phone, so I avoid taking those kinds of pictures. As for the kinky part, just stay out of my sex dungeon and you’ll never have to find out.” Oh god, had she really said that? She couldn’t really help it– Gideon was so easy to talk to, and he was laid back– joking around with him like that just seemed natural. “You keep the giraffe buckled in your back seat? That’s so adorable! That has to be a lot of fun. I feel like I’d get too wrapped up in it, end up going through McDonalds or something and ordering two meals. Justifying it like he could actually eat when all i really want is double fries.” She tilted her head, giving him another pouting glance. “Okay, maybe it’s not original, but it’s a classic for a reason! At least I’m not saying I want to climb Everest! I could never do that, knowing they never take the bodies down there.” She shuddered at the thought of her body stuck up on a mountain for all eternity. “Pfft. Bears should look out for me.”

"Oho, you think you're prettier than me?" He lifted an eyebrow at her, looking all too amused. He leaned back, making sure it was noticeable that he was checking her out, from her red cheeks all the way down to her crossed legs. After a few moments of faux deliberation, he nodded. "Yeah, you're right. A sex dungeon, though..." His smile grew much less friendly at this point, making him look predatory. "I knew befriending you would turn out well for me. Just make sure you don't scratch my face up-- that's my selling point." He cackled afterwards, unable to help himself as he slumped back on the couch. "Haha, yeah, well, I never felt too ashamed about buying double anything. Last week, me and a few buddies went to this burger joint and I got two cheesesteaks, a chili cheese dog and chili cheese fries, and even though the cook was pissed he had to keep making shit for our table, the waitress looked pretty impressed until I was sucking chili off of my shirt." He snorted, reaching up to rub at an eye. "Mount Everest is overrated. Let's climb the Matterhorn instead. The Alps are beautiful, far moreso than anything America has to offer, unfortunately. I bet the bears there would just walk by and greet you in German, though," he finished with a laugh, smiling at her again.

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

She listened to him list off his apparent likes, her brows raising and a smile playing over her lips. “Good lord. Well, that’s good to know,” she replied with a laugh, her cheeks a decent shade of red at that point. She nodded thoughtfully when he talked about customs, a small pout forming on her lips. “Oh, yeah, I forget about them searching stuff when you mail it. That has to suck a little– especially ‘cause you hear about girls who send… Er, risque pictures to their boyfriends. I’d hate to have some weird guy seeing those pictures if I ever sent them– Not that I have!” She shook her head quickly. “That’s so nice, though. I mean, that you kept it  and fixed it instead of throwing it away. It’s even more impressive that you can sew. I’m better at knitting– I tend to stick myself when I try to sew.” Her eyes lingered on him as he spoke of the giraffe, her head bobbing right along with the story. “Well, I can’t really blame you. If the giraffe is ballin’, you can’t just let her keep it!” Her smile faded some at the mention of the cookies. “Darn. I guess I can’t really blame them, though. They just want to make sure everything’s safe.” She sighed and slouched against the couch again, her eyes traveling back over to him when he spoke again. “No ‘hiking uuugh!’” She wagged a finger at him until he smiled. “Really? I bet that would be a fun place to go, especially in autumn when all the leaves change. I’ve always wanted to go hiking in the rockies, myself. I had a friend who did it, she said that the trails are gorgeous.”

He wasn't blind to the blush in her cheeks and it made him grin rather cheekily as he sat up, shifting forward somewhat. "A man's gotta know what he likes. But yeah, my ex did that-- the whole nudies in the care package thing. Not sure if anyone got into 'em-- probably did, knowing the military, but hey, I had to get off to something, you know?" Gideon sat back, sifting his fingers loosely through his curls, looking entirely too nonchalant about the entire situation. "It's hard to do when you're surrounded by sweaty, smelly dudes filled with too much testosterone, bragging about the thousands of different ways there apparently are to stick your dick in someone. I needed some tits in my life." He cut his eyes at her, looking somewhat amused as he anticipated her reaction. Gideon always got a kick out of making a girl flustered with his blunt words. "I bet you're just playing that good girl card and you've got a sneaky side, where you're just all sorts of kinky. I'm sure there's a nude or two in that phone of yours." He cackled, leaning into the couch a bit more. "But yeah, that giraffe is safely buckled in my backseat. He's the only passenger I'm allowed when I'm at work, which is good enough for me." He listened to her, rolling his eyes, though his smile remained. "The rockies, so original. Not that the Appalachians are, either, what with all that Henry David Thoreau nonsense giving the people the idea that camping out in the wilderness east of the Mississippi is a good idea." He paused, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging. "Though it can be, so long as you look out for bears."

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

Hannah wrinkled her nose and giggled as he squeezed the air. “So you’re a thigh guy, huh? That’s fortunate for women everywhere– it’s an eternal struggle to slim down thighs!” She glanced down to her lap, though her thighs were decently covered by her dress. “Mmn, yeah. The more you have, the more you seem to lose yourself.” She shrugged, peering upward again. “Aww, that’s so sweet! I didn’t even know you could send things like stuffed animals! Do you think they’d let me send cookies? If they do, I will bake so many cookies and send them to as many people overseas as possible.” The idea only made her more excited, as she was nearly bouncing in her seat. “Nah! Being friends with me is a good balance. I stuff your face full of cookies and then make you go hiking with me. See? I care about you!” 

“Thighs, hips, long hair... I just like something to hold onto, something to dig my fingers in. Soft and delicate but still strong.” He stared forward, lost in his own thought before shaking his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “If that makes sense.” Clearing his throat, Gideon shifted in his seat, moving one leg underneath himself. “Oh it was thoroughly checked out by customs. One of my animals had a rip in it and I had to buy a tiny rudimentary sewing kit from this woman on the street in order to fix it. I never told my girlfriend, though, ‘cause I knew she’d get all pissed off.” His lips turned up into a small smile as his eyes roamed to the ceiling, thinking of a memory. “Once, I bought this giraffe from a street market and sent her a picture of it, and she went absolutely insane. She wanted that shit so bad, haha. Gave it to her until we broke up, which was when I took it back, because... fuck her. That giraffe was ballin’.” Gideon sniffed indignantly before turning his attention back to her. “They... probably won’t, since they can’t break cookies apart to check for dangerous things. But then again, who knows?” He shrugged, reaching over one shoulder to scratch. He used the resulting silence to look over her thighs, as he’d caught her doing the same to herself. Not bad, he thought, but his THC-riddled brain alarmed him, forcing his eyes to quickly move back up to hers. “Hiking? Uuugh.” He feigned unwillingness, throwing his head back. But after a second he straightened back up, smiling at her. “I have actually always wanted to visit the Blue Ridge Parkway.”

wrong time, wrong place | devyn & gideon

Devyn would have been able to keep her calm and simply walk away had he not mentioned the word rag or for her to go fetch it for him. There was a certain limit she accepted and being disrespected in such a way was not one she tolerated. Laughing out loud, though the tightness in her jaw was an indication that she was furious. Her laughter stopped and within moments, she sent her fist flying towards Gideon’s face without a warning as she gripped the front of his shirt. Her knuckles hadn’t heard properly from her last fight but she couldn’t find a reason to care. All she could see was red and had there been a bottle by her side, she would have surely smashed it across his head. It had been a long time coming, and she would enjoy every second of this fight. 

He was able to at least put his beer down when her fist caught his cheek, sending him a few steps back, his ears suddenly losing their ability to work. Probably the shock. “You-- you fuckin’ bitch!” he blurted out with a slight slur. His fists were clenched, ready to strike, but time seemed to slow down for him for a short second as he thought about things. He’d probably go to jail if he punched her because, well, she was a woman, and people didn’t typically take to that very well. But was she really a woman? Could she really be classified as one at this point? His alcohol-soaked brain had already decided no and sent his fist right back at her, teeth clenched, his cheek swelling already. There’d be a bruise in the morning.

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon

wrong time, wrong place | devyn & gideon

Late Night Snack || Hannah and Gideon