looks that kill

Taste

"Last night was great. I'd love to do that again."

Jesse was still in his bed, propped up on his elbows as he watched her with a sleepy, satisfied smirk. "Well, I mean...I'm not exactly busy right now."

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"I —" Her breath stutters in the back of her throat, alcohol and proximity a damn near lethal cocktail to the blonde's addled senses. Heat is all that Ash can feel, spreading through her veins like conquest as she stands there trapped between their body and the pool table. (She should have made them leave at last call.) "I'm trying to be good here." She's trying to remind herself as much as she's telling them. "Do the right thing..." Not that it stops her stark blue eyes from falling to their mouth or the incessant burning in her palms that's urging her to grab and have. She hasn't been with anyone since being incarcerated, all that drive and laser focus spent on getting her life back together and now...this.

"Hey now, I want you to be good, too. Matter-a-fact, I'm hopin' you'll be a real good girl for me, darlin'." Dex murmured with a cocky smirk, noting the way her gaze drifted to his lips. "Tell me you're not thinkin' about it." His brow quirked expectantly. He leaned in, crowding her against the pool table as his breath mingled with hers. "Tell me you don't remember what my cock feels like. Tell me you haven't thought about it once these last couple years." His own hungry gaze trailed down to her lips and his tongue dragged across his own. He was already hard, already eager for the girl he'd said goodbye to once upon a time. "Tell me you're not thinkin' about it right. Fuckin'. Now."

A wry smirk took hold on Ethan’s features. He’d have been interested in Cecilia for her looks alone, but it would have been fleeting, momentary. What had truly captivated him was in the brief time he’d known her, the thus far limited amount of opportunities they’ve had to steal time for themselves, the young woman had displayed a wit that he had not anticipated. He’d fully expected a sheltered, naive and thoroughly shy girl. There were certainly elements of being sheltered, she was very clearly the apple of her fathers eye. But the more he saw of her, the more he glimpsed a young woman who wished to be truly free of any restraints placed upon her. His kind of woman. “Mm I’ve got a feeling you’ll do just fine within.” He brought her into the brownstone he maintained in the city. Not his full time residence, simply one of a handful he rotated between. Within he brought her to the living room where a roaring fire, two glasses of already poured wine and a bottle chilling in ice awaited them. He practically pulled her down into his lap as he came to rest of the spacious couch before it all. Hand coming to graze over one of her exposed thighs. “I do hope you’re not expected back, cause I don’t intend to let you out of my sight till morning.” He reaches for a glass with his free hand and give it to her before reaching for his own.

She let him lead her more deeply inside, feeling a bit like a lamb being escorted into the lion's den — in the most exciting of ways, of course. A breathy little giggle escaped her as he tugged her down onto his lap, and despite the nerves that had her heart racing, she settled in as if she'd been there a dozen times over. Thighs spread easily to accommodate his hips, and she tried not to blush at the way the position hiked her already short dress even further up her thighs. One hand came to rest on his chest as the other took the offered wine with an impressed little smile. There was already such a stark difference between this man and the pitiful college boys she'd involved herself with before now. Cecilia shook his head at his words, trying not to appear too eager at the prospect. "My dad thinks I'm having a girls night at Wendy's." As soon as the words left her lips, she was embarrassed by how pathetically childish they sounded. In an effort to counteract it, she pressed closer, thighs parting wider to slide forward until she could feel her lacy little panties pressed to the zipper of his slacks. Heat thrummed through the girl. "Point is, I'm all yours." she said softly, lips curled into a coy little smile as her hand slid down his chest to toy with a button on his shirt. She held the glass up between them. "So what are we cheering to?" she prompted.

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"why do you always feel the need to be right?"

"When have I ever been wrong?" he retorted, pausing with the joint halfway to his lips. "I mean about like, important shit."

claire tried and failed to hold back a smile. people usually said that drunk words were sober thoughts but she tried to take everything that came after liquor with a grain of salt. it was easier that way. but hard to do with this much liquor in her system. her hangover was going to be monstrous. the smile was self-deprecating, too... simpler to deflect than to try to digest the compliment. ❝my fifty different shitty dye jobs and home haircuts did it for you? really?❞ claire snorted and pointed at him in accusation, ❝you have shitty taste.❞ it took one to know one. she downed her next shot. it was a terrible idea to try and keep up with jesse but she had been at it for so long that there was no turning back. ❝and i had no idea, just so you know. i'm not a bitch. you were a freak but a cool freak so it would have been cool if i knew you thought i was cool.❞ claire cringed so hard she almost tipped backwards, ❝oh shoot me. please. now.❞

Jesse let out a soft laugh as a few memories swirled through his mind, one particularly unfortunate shade of orange standing out among them. He shrugged a shoulder, hands lifting defenselessly. "Listen, I thought you were so damn hot, it didn't even matter. But I mean, you're talking to the guy who showed up to freshman year with a green mohawk, so..." He trailed off with a laugh, reaching for his beer bottle. He took a swig and couldn't help the way his brows raised at the new information. She'd been into him? "Well, y'know — " he made an exaggerated show of leaning back against the bar, putting himself on display. "I'm actually even cooler now, so — " he gestured to himself with a ridiculous waggle of his eyebrows. "If you've got any teenage fantasies you need help bringing to life, don't let me stop you." he winked before his face broke into a teasing grin.

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