*:･ﾟ✧ ❛ SINFUL IS THE NAME

    HANDS FONDLED UNDERNEATH THE GENTLEMAN’S SHIRT BUT EYES ARE ADVERTED ELSEWHERE...UNFORTUNATELY. leaning her weight up on the points of her elbows, blue gaze is rolling into her head at the contact name blaring on the phone’s screen. ‘ then let me stay. i promise i’ll be a good house guest, ’ she smirks into his lips’ peck. looking over to him before her facial expression melted into her features. there goes her sister constantly worrying. not him too as he explains the potential ramifications of her meeting his child. it hasn’t even dawned on her, selfishly. ‘ you could tell him i’m a good friend. because i am, ’ voice sultry the hand holding her phone is no longer clinging to the electronic. instead her palm is flat against a jean clad thigh of his. 

open to m / f / nb. plot linked in source. connection: best friend, step-sibling, other tab.o.o relationships acceptable.

the blonde had met her match when she found a companion in the other, the second the two began getting close it just made sense - a click that neither could deny. their friendship formed at a young age, and even through the ups and downs that came with maturity and growing into their own… they stayed strong. it was a friendship alice would be eternally grateful for, especially on nights like these where they had as much fun as they wanted with no cares in the world. safe to say, neither were the best influence when they went out to party and alice found herself completely drunk by the time they had made it back to her apartment. “it’ll be a sleepover like old times,” alice was giggling from her bathroom, the door to her bedroom open so the two could talk as she got ready for bed. after convincing her friend to skip the uber home, spend the night and they’d get breakfast to nurse their hangovers. there had been no warning though as she stripped out of the skin tight dress she’d sported all night, wearing nothing but her pink thong as she pulled her long locks into a messy pony tail. nice tits. the compliment was more than welcome, drawing a wide smile onto her lips. “do you, like, really think so?” alice was quick to play along, glancing up at her reflection in the mirror, a smirk settling on her lips as she recognized their figure in the background. “they are really nice to look at, but even nicer to touch,” alice was adding, cheeks tinted a shade of pink from the alcohol coursing through her. “unless you prefer to admire from afar - i would like to think you’d want to experience it at least one time. you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about feeling me up, once or twice, come on... i refuse to believe that you haven’t thought about how hot i am in a disrespectful way before.”

THEY GREW UP TOGETHER, BONDED OVER THINGS THEY BOTH LIKED, OVER THEIR RESPECTIVE PARENTS GETTING TOGETHER. they were tied to each other, a bond that could never break. besides over one another ogling over the other’s crush at school or over one of them not returning a favorite clothing item from borrowing it. kat was appreciative for the blonde and all she had done. whether it was giving the latina more confidence or just merely being a decent, supportive friend and sister figure. now more than ever as the two were completely shit faced with warm alcohol running through their veins, she needed alice. being drunk and not being able to be in control terrified the young girl. and alice was always there to soothe her. the experience always ended with a nice hefty plate of sweetness in breakfast form. kat could hardly wait. they just had one night’s sleep and the anticipated morning would arrive. 

sitting on the edge of the studio’s single bed, kat peaked her head in front of her situated body and eyed her friend who was preparing to sleep off the alcohol, something they had done time and time again even when their age permitted such antics. she couldn’t help but watch the other’s every move. she did always think that the blonde was the most gorgeous person and she was lucky to be able to be in her presence. surely, a lot of that had to do with kat’s lack of self love but as she got to know the other as they aged, alice truly was beautiful. she doesn’t even want to started on the skin deep beauty she possessed. from perfectly placed blonde strand of nourished hair to cute painted toes, alice was a goddess in kat’s chocolate eyes. the comment slipped out, slurred and giggled but boy, did she mean the words. 

THE WAY HIS WORDS SEETHE AND POP OFF HIS LIPS,  SHE KNOWS HE’S ANGERED WITH HIMSELF. yet he has a difficult way of letting others catch that drift. if it wasn’t for overabundance of years that she had known him, she would be fighting back with her own set of not so prudent words. ‘ stop being such a hardass. ’ to her own sentence she can’t help the shake of her head and the exasperated belt of air that came out in a loud sigh to part from her lips. ‘ forget i said that. it’s like asking you not to breathe. ’  hands work effortlessly as if she had specific training in this area. maybe it’s because for days on end she spent most of her life at a hospital. you’ll learn a thing or two from mere observation. 

‘ i know you’re capable of fixing yourself up but i WANT to help so just let me. ’ there was a hint of pleading in her tone as fingers dabbed at the opened slice daggered down his forearm. light colored eyes match his own intensity and she’s trying to not look away but the color of his orbs are soaking up the dim lit room’s ambience. so intimidating without really meaning to be. ‘ i’m staying and i’m going to be your care taker. i don’t even know why you bother trying to stop me. if you didn’t want me here you could have left me on the side of the road by the restaurant. ’ she laughs as she’s continuing to clean the gash. 

SHE HAD JUST BEEN FINISHING UP WIPING DOWN THE COUNTERS. the job much needed. this WHOLE venue needed an uplift, starting with the cleanliness of the entire space. the club’s atmosphere was almost sickeningly quiet. the silence was quick to end as the metal door jangled the bell atop of the frame. eyes lift up and a smile takes over her lips but that smile soon turns into an awkward stance upon her face. bouncy tightknit curls seem to be moving, more so than usual when the bar owner walks. the hair atop his head is shuffling, something seemingly the culprit. ‘ i told you it was a time for a haircut, ’ winnie jokes even though she can tell he’s not apparently excited that his tresses have become an actual nest. fingers are rubbing the cheeks of the tiny creature; it being no less than a few days old. slightly opening her cusp around the animal, her head is leaning downward, watching the bird shifting in her palms, mouth opening and closing. ‘ hil, i’m taking it back to my apartment. it’s just a baby, ’ she’s commenting, stroking the top of its head, in awe of how fragile life can be and it’s in her hands. ‘ besides, i don’t trust jonathan enough to not have a snack while he’s taking a pee break. ’ 

AT A MERE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, PEOPLE CONCLUDE THAT YOU ARE AN ADULT. you are thrown sudden responsibilities that even the eldest person on this planet could have trouble doing. yet somehow society deems as soon as the metaphorical candles are blown out on your latest birthday, you are ready to take on the world. cassie howard knew what she had wanted since the moment she was ready to make even the smallest decision. that was no different when it came to the type of men she surrounded herself with or the man she wanted all to herself. key attributes she looked for: OLDER, intelligent, successful, OLDER....the list goes on. and her eyes currently are looking at just the perfect man. he was outspoken but he had all the right in the world to be so. he was sharp-witted, classy, handsome....these thoughts are piling through her brain, on top of one another as he is commenting back to her words. hands are running through her damped locks of blonde before fingers are adjusting her sunglasses behind her ears.