Wild, Thing.

in spencer's attempt to somehow avoid this particularly uncomfortable topic somehow, to not have to fully verbalise the thoughts that ran through his mind when lola introduced the two of them... it seems he's twisted himself into something else all together. he blinks, confusion making way for a slowly creeping realisation as he deciphers her meaning quickly. "i mean, i..." immediately, he's at a loss for words. this wasn't what he'd been planning to say or imply, not in the slightest. it feels woefully toxic and not quite him, but he can't pretend he doesn't disapprove for more than just the obvious reason that the guy isn't even remotely worthy of her. he blinks, dropping his gaze as his head tilts and as he sucks in a breath, he tries to find a way to maneuverer safely. "it's not about that, lola." he murmurs, voice softer now as he handles this delicate topic, though his mind seems to snap to attention, narrowing in on a particular detail suddenly. "...wait, when did you have a crush on me?"

"then what is it about? at least tell me why you don't like him?" because i know why he doesn't like you. she's at her wits end with it. her boyfriend hates that spencer's one of her best friends, she ignores the snide comments, the constant texting whenever adam knows they'll hang out, even the outlandish questioning-- she figures he'll get over it or she'll get over him. lola crosses her arms over her chest, defensive and embarassed at how much she'd revealed. "does it matter?" she asks quietly. she'd been less, herself then. still half in her father's shadow, playing the part of the quiet church girl, swallowing her own tongue because it was all she knew how to do. spencer had been... funny and sure of himself, a campus superstar. their friendship had been new for her-- exciting, and definitely something her father wouldn't have approved of. a crush was...normal. right? her phone starts to ring, and she silences it without looking. "last year, okay? like every other girl on this stupid campus. it's not a particularly original idea." she's fairly sure he has his own fanclub, in fact she knows he does. "that's irrelevant, spence--" her phone starts to ring again and she winces as she checks it, adam's name clear on the display. she reject sit and types out a quick dismissal before turning her phone off completely. "why can't you be honest with me?"

Olandria 💛

"   it   does   .   "   self   control   is   at   all   time   low   ,   dwindling   rapidly   with   each   passing   second   they   spend   alone   .   knows   that   she   shouldn't   ,   that   it's   wrong   to   want   the   same   woman   that   his   brother   clearly   harbors   affections   for   ...   but   she   had   her   first   .   and   ,   judging   by   her   body   language   ,   doesn't   exactly   appear   like   she's   completely   devote   to   flesh   and   blood   anyway   .   so   ,   she's   leaning   into   her   orbit   ,   fingers   hooking   underneath   her   chair   and   giving   it   a   yank   until   femme   is   right   there   ,   within   touching   distance   .   "   if   he   knew   what   i   did   ,   he   wouldn't   be   able   to   keep   his   hands   off   of   you   .   "   head   lulls   ,   hues   dragging   down   the   slender   slope   of   her   neck   ,   to   the   dip   of   her   dress   ,   "   and   he   definitely   wouldn't   leave   you   by   yourself   with   me   .   "   because   she   isn't   sure   how   she's   meant   to   keep   some   decorum   when   the   other   is   describing   their   kiss   in   that   sweet   ,   breathy   voice   that   has   her   thighs   twitching   with   the   urge   to   squeeze   together   .   fingers   lift   ,   tucking   a   strand   of   hair   behind   her   ear   until   palm   is   curving   along   her   jaw   and   thumb   is   delicately   stroking   her   bottom   lip   ,   "   i'm   not   worried   about   his   night   .   "   admits   ,   voice   softer   as   she   inches   closer   ,   other   palm   settling   on   the   top   of   her   upper   thigh   ,   "   what'll   happen   to   your   night   if   i   keep   looking   at   you   like   this   ?   "

they shouldn't be alone, she'd known it was a terrible idea the second sage had asked for a word, but she'd done it anyway, she'd wanted to. familiar chemistry fogs up the air between them and sage's gaze is intense. she's in so much fucking trouble. she giggles when sage yanks her chair closer, but doesn't move back, instead she leans into it with a playful smile on her lips. " it's not his hands i'm thinking about." she shrugs, an attempt at nonchalance that fails the second the other catches the smile on her lips. she's never been good at resisting temptation. sage's thumb on her bottom lip has her gut in flames, she shifts, an involuntary urge to do something with the pressure, with the hunger. her brown eyes are almost black now, her iris eaten up by her own desire. she catches sages thumb, wraps her full lips around the digit and sucks. she lets go-- a moment later. she knows she shouldn't, but she can't help herself. "right now, neither am i." her thighs part automatically for the other, the warmth of their palm on her skin only fans the flames they are clearly happy to dance in. she leans forward then, her hand on sage's neck, a dangerous smile on her lips. "suddenly i'm not feeling well. i think i need to lie down-- can you show me somewhere i can lie down?"

Anok Yai

he watched her read, spine curving into the mattress, and wondered why the quiet sight could stir him more deeply than any wet dream. "there's no way you find this book more interesting than me ..." he watched her from behind, body planted flush to the bed before he was draped over her. when she said she wanted a lazy sunday morning this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. "you think you can spare ten minutes?" he folded himself over her back, a slow eclipse of warmth and weight. the question was all velvet, the intent anything but — hips fitting, and the outline of his lower half pressed into to hers while his teeth skimmed the curve of her ear.

"mon loup, are you an only child?" she asks dreamily, "you're very bad at not being the centre of attention--" she keeps her eyes on her book, but there's a smile on her face , as she attempts to focus on the page in front of her. she's half naked in his bed, clad in nothing but thin lace panties. the sun feels warm on her bare skin, but there's a steady breeze shifting the summer warmth into something cooler. "ten minutes?" her breath hitches as she feels him drape himself over her, a different kind of warmth and solid muscle. she resists the urge to look at him, to just give in-- (but she does, she always does--eventually). "you've never taken just ten minutes for anything--oh-- in your life." her voice breaks when his teeth skims her ear, turns into something breathier. he's always been so good at affecting her. "i'm almost at the end of the chapter--"

spencer only just resists the urge to insist that this is the whole point. if he's around her, he'll say things he shouldn't and make things difficult. if anything, his distance has been an attempt to do her a kindness. his head tilts, mouth opening and shutting as he tries to find the words. he stares at the ground for a moment before he lifts his gaze to lola's again. "don't play dumb like that." he responds, skirting around the question. "you know what i mean. you're not blind to something so glaringly obvious."

it takes her a second for her to register what he means, and she wears the surprise of it on her face openly. they've had moments, where she thought--maybe, maybe this was the thing she wanted. relationships were more of a concept than a reality, but the thing with spencer-- the banter, the laughter-- the late nights was so alive, too real for her projections. so she'd buried it, dismissed it. she was with someone else. "now? you wait till now to say something? and contrary to your belief it wasn't fucking obvious--the ridiculous crush i had on you was obvious. i--" she shakes her head once, twice. "is this a weird possessive male friend thing? or..." her voice trails, her eyes are stuck on his, her voice drops to a half whisper. "say something."

"i'm trying to avoid a fight with you right now, even if it doesn't seem like it. i'm just saying you could do better."

"the only thing you've been avoiding is me--and it's been making me miserable." she tilts her head, clear exasperation in the way she holds her mouth, a half pout. "you know what's funny-- i thought you'd be happy for me." and it doesn't matter really, that the relationship doesn't feel real, or like anything she'd been told to expect, or that the most alive she feels is when she's arguing with spencer. "what does better even mean, spence?"

charlie was practically stumbling down drunk and he had been watching her all night, jealousy starting to boil over. he knew he so much better than her stupid boyfriend. he knew all the ways to make her laugh when she was in the worst moods. it should be him. now was as good of a time as any while her boyfriend was in the line for the bathroom. "you know, i kinda really hate that you're with him and not me." he slurred. he'd be kicking himself for that later but right now he didn't care.

"....what?" it feels like a record scratches, like everything stops for a few seconds, and despite the fact that she knows she heard him, the words themselves don't make sense. "when have you ever wanted that? you've never said anything charlie-- god why now? i have a boyfriend. he's quite literally in the bathroom--" and the thing is, she isn't in love with her boyfriend. he's amusing, certainly but tweety saved her love for people who mattered, her friends, her family-- charlie. and there's something disconcerting about the way he mentions this now, half drunk at a bar neither of them want to be at. "...are you being serious?"