《 greer we go again 》

「 ms. greer fontanella 」

Full Name: Greer Michelle Fontanella

Nickname/s: G (open to more)

Gender: CIS Female

Date of Birth: May 4, 1990

Age: Thirty

Ethnicity: Mother is of Latina descent, father is of Italian descent

Place of Birth: Tupelo, Mississippi

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

@tupeloextras​​ || [tw: abandonment, mention of toxic relationships]

***

While he’d ventured out and tried other things with other people, nothing stuck like it did with Greer. Truth was, no one would ever be able to wipe the memory of the female from his mind and that alone was the issue at hand. Once you’d already had the best, nothing else measured up and never quite would. Fingertips danced lightly against her clothed back, but he doubted the shirt would last long. With their track record and her body so close to his? Didn’t really seem like it stood much of a chance. “I think so,” he hummed quietly, voice a low rasp as hands slid lower down her back. “I’m good with that though,” he added, hips lifting involuntarily as her lips brushed against his once more. “You kill me,” he mumbled between gentle kisses, fingers now curled into the end of her shirt. “I think it’s a little too hot in here for this,” he teased, fingers playfully pulling at her shirt as he pulled back to grin at her.

***

Her eyelids fluttered shut, knowing exactly where his hands were headed and not at all planning to stop them. The two of them were so in tune with each other that their bodies even seemed to share the same frequency. When one of them was turned on, they both were. “You started it,” she teased back. When he started to pull at her shirt, Greer didn’t hesitate to lift her arms and give him “You know, you’re probably right. I think we should take care of this while we’re at it.” Without missing a beat, Greer slipped her hands under his shirt and started to push it upward, her fingertips tracing his abdomen on the way. 

***

When things were good, he wanted to change nothing. Not even the way she drooled a little on his arm whenever she was totally knocked. “Okay,” he nodded, word barely audible as he smiled gently back at her. He hated thinking about her going back to her place, even for a night. “You think so?” His soft smile grew into a mischievous smirk. The taste of her lips against his was sweeter than any hot chocolate she could’ve given him, even with whipped cream on top. Tongue fell atop his bottom lip as she inspected the small cut, but as lips parted to speak, they closed just as quickly. It was the pressure of her body against his that left Riggs forgetting all about his busted up knuckle. With her atop him, nothing else really mattered. “Honestly, I forgot how into that you were,” he shrugged, hands moving to cup the dip of her back as he settled into the couch a bit more. “How sexy are we talking? Y’know, scale of 1 to 10.”

***

Greer knew that Riggs was her person. He was the man of her dreams, and he’d let her screw up and come back time after time. The fact that he had stayed this long really gave her so much faith in him, even if she lost sight of that from time to time. Greer bit her lip gently and nodded slowly, her eyes locked on his. She was far too attracted to Riggs for her own good, Greer could admit that. He was the most attractive man she’d ever seen, and he was hers. When he moved his hands to her back, Greer’s smile grew mischievous, her fingers running through his hair until they played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Moving her lips to his earlobe, Greer whispered breathlessly, “I think our cocoa’s going to get cold.” She pulled back just enough to press her lips back against her boyfriend’s. 

For once, Riggs didn’t want to change anything. They were finally working the way they wanted to and that alone was enough to make him happier than he’d ever been. “You sure? ‘Cause I know you have long nights sometimes and I don’t want to be the jerk that wakes you up not long after you’ve got to bed.” That was assuming she’d continue to stay at his place as if it were her own. He liked it that way, though. It was nice feeling her crawl into bed after a long day and be there when he woke up. It made him feel better about them and really, he wondered when the right time to make the move official would be. Again, it was something he didn’t want to change just yet. A single brow twitched upwards as he watched her, the sudden change in desires something she had to know would happen from the small action, even if it wasn’t meant to make his stomach tighten and imagination run wild. “Snow White, huh? Isn’t she the one who needed a kiss or something?” Disney princess’ weren’t his strong point and with a baby boy, he wasn’t sure they’d ever be. Y’know, unless Franklin wanted to watch them, then Riggs would be more than happy to do so. Or maybe they’d watch them anyway for good measure. “It was pretty good. It’s getting colder out there though, so my hands are getting roughed up. I caught my knuckle on a gate and got blood all over my jeans before I realized what happened.” That was part of it though, as bad as it sucked. “We’ve got a calf coming soon. I’m gonna work on getting the barn ready sometime this week.” 

***

Greer sighed and tilted her head to one side, lifting an eyebrow. “Riggs,” she said softly, “I’d stay up all night if it meant getting to sleep in your arms.” Their breakups were terrible for so many reasons, but not getting to sleep in bed at night with Riggs was hard on her. “She was one of them, yeah. Now that you mention it, I think I need a kiss, too,” Greer said, setting the mug in her hand on the end table next to him so she could cup his chin with both of her hands and pressing a kiss to his lips. When he spoke again, Greer’s eyebrows twitched together, her eyes falling to his knuckle. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Straddling his hips, she lifted his hand up and traced the edge of the cut with her fingertip. “Don’t think you can distract me by talkin’ about a calf coming. You know I love me some baby cows but I won’t let it steal my attention from my man. Have I told you how sexy it is when your hands get all roughed up like this?”

Things had been good for a few months now, which seemed like a new record for them. No arguments, no breakups, just pure happiness between two people who deserved it. His parents had continued to question it, but with every day that passed, he believed they’d come around one day or another. “Yeah, the old man was telling me about it earlier. He said we’re going to have some early mornings trying to get everything together on the farm. Which means four a.m. wakeup calls a few times this week.” He hated those the most, especially when Greer was closing at the station. Seemed like their schedules couldn’t have gotten much worse. “If you want, I can crash on the couch those days. Don’t wanna wake you up,” he shrugged, eyes settling on her busied hands. “What kinda question is that? I thought you knew me better, Fontanella​.” No one knew him better than she did, he knew that much for a fact. A gentle smile played onto his lips as he settled into the couch. “How was the station today?”

***

She knew his answer, of course, Greer just liked to tease him from time to time. “Don’t know if you’re changin’ it up on me, that’s all,” she replied with a shrug, going back to working on the two mugs of hot cocoa in front of her. “Don’t worry about waking me up, baby. You know I’d rather get woken up than have you sleep on the couch.” She adored the hardworking nature of Riggs Broughton, appreciated the way he put his family’s farm first and wasn’t afraid of a little tough work from time to time. It was endearing but also incredibly sexy. Moving to the couch once the mugs were ready, the dark-haired woman held out his mug before reaching into hers and getting a tiny bit of whipped cream on her finger. She lifted it up and swirled her tongue around her finger, shrugging at her boyfriend. “It wasn’t bad. Same ol’ song and dance, really. This one little girl told me she liked my hair, though. Said I reminded her of Snow White. That was cute. How was the farm?”

☞ t u p e l o   t a s k   # 2 : p l a y l i s t 

[ [ a e s t h e t i c s ] ]

a dainty silver rose necklace always around her neck, spaghetti strap sundresses, big sunglasses pushed up on her head, loose hair blowing in the wind, a denim jacket and knock off ray bans, a laugh that gets louder after a couple margaritas, the ding of a convenience store door opening, a glass of red wine after a long day, running her hand through dark locks, falling asleep on her boyfriend’s shoulder during movie nights, a busted-in pair of ankle boots

[ [ p l a y l i s t ] ]

[ "Wine Glass” - Koe Wetzel ] Well, she hates the taste of whiskey but she likes to go insane. It’s one drink for the pleasure and another for the pain.

[ "Trouble Looking” - Chris Young ] Got a smile that leads to something that I shouldn’t be doing, I can tell by the way you’re laughing, you’re trouble looking for a place to happen.

[ "Wild One” - Faith Hill ] She loves rock and roll, they said its Satan’s tongue. She thinks they’re too old, they think she’s too young, and the battle lines are clearly drawn. She’s a wild one with an angel’s face. She’s a woman child in a state of grace.

[ “Some Girls” - Jameson Rodgers ] Some girls get their mama on the phone, take a trip back home, pretend they never knew the guy. Some girls drink a bottle of wine, got an old ex to text to get them through the getting by. Sometimes It’s a clean break, stay gone, clean slate, moving on to something new. Sometimes, some girls make it easy on you but some girls never do.

[ "Crazy Does” - Steve Moakler ] It goes right through a bottle and it burns straight through a pack, keeps callin’ up a number that don’t ever call you back, beats your head against the wall and your fist against the dash: that’s what crazy does.