mori memento

had never been a doubt in his mind : lauren deserved someone who would worship the very ground she walked on. and yet… dillon watched her, time and again, allowing herself to fall prey to pathetic men who had no business being anywhere near her. schmuck was about as politely as he could phrase it. but it wasn't in his nature to speak so ill of other people ––– especially when he hardly knew these men she stooped so low as to date. allows his fingertips to skim lightly down her arm ; unspoken reassurance that everything is alright, he's still here. always would be ( as he'd never have the gall to leave ). “ it's what i'm here for. ” he offers a smile tight smile. it was the truth, he knew : always the dumping ground for other people's problems. especially lauren. he would never be brave enough to tell her how it graded on him. that he was merely the dependable friend ; that she never looked twice at him. dillon subtly readjusts, letting chin rest atop her head instead. lest his foolish, fragile heart read even a smidge too much into her face so close to his. “ don't see how alone and happy is worse than miserable and dating some shithead. but … to each their own. ”

"oh come on. a life of no sex and praying all day? sounds like a dream." another laugh slips free, softer this time. easier. her body relaxes against his, melting into the familiar warmth of him as his fingers trace absent patterns along her skin. the gentle touch quiets something inside her she can never quite put a name to. it had always been this way with dillon. he had this uncanny ability to hush the constant noise in her head, to make the world feel a little less overwhelming without ever trying. she'd searched for that feeling in other people before, but it never came. the realization flickers across her mind, dangerous in its honesty and she buries it just as quickly. crossing that line, risking the one good thing she had wasn't something she could afford. the thought alone makes her shift, tilting her head back until she's looking up at him. a smile tugs at her lips as her gaze wanders over his features, lingering first on the unruly mess of blond hair before drifting down the bridge of his nose, finally settling on his mouth. his answer earns an skeptical lift of her brow. "too busy? be serious." the smile widens as her eyes finally meet his, lingering there a beat longer than they probably should. the silence between them doesn't ask for anything. it never had.

He pushes the fabric further, allowing him to have full sight of her core and before he cares to hear an answer from Raven he is pressing his lips against her again, licking and lapping and drooling over her cunt. He presses an open mouthed kiss to her core, lips brushing over her and sucking on the small sensitive bud at the top, Ace does not hide the smirk on his lips as he continues to do as she had requested.

the only sound managing to slip out being a low gasp before she was biting down on her lower lip. nails gently scratching as his scalp before tugging gently at the strands. the only response she could offer beyond the quiet moans and whines that grew progressively louder the longer he stays between her legs. “fuck” groaning as her head falls back on to the bed she brings a hand up to brush her own curls from her eyes.

though it does little to help with the blurry soft spots growing in her vision. there is a temporary snap back into reality. a loud shaky breath escaping as their bodies seperate just long enough for ace to slip her panties off. the wet crumbled fabric disappearing somewhere on the other side of the room. there isn’t any real time to catch her breath. to let the warmth that’s started in her belly and made its way down and into her legs to subside. he's too quick for that and there is some sick satisfaction she is sure he is getting from her melting under his touch.

she hadn't even wanted to come to this stupid party. had been perfectly content staying home instead of replaying the same fight for the millionth time. it was always the same. jamie couldn't so much as breathe in another person's direction without it turning into an accusation. another jealous outburst. another finger pointed at her. she could never do anything right. somehow, it was always her fault. but tonight had been enough. her eyes squeezed shut as he screamed at her in front of the entire party, humiliation burning hotter with every word until something inside her finally snapped. without thinking, she threw her drink in his face and stormed out the back door. she hadn't driven. her apartment was at least a twenty minute walk away but she didn't care. she'd rather walk than spend another second in that house. she only stopped when the realization hit. "shit." her purse was still inside.

Tony almost chokes at Zuri's words, he scoffs, shakes his head and steps away and towards the first floor of the home she shared with her band mate, he gives no answer, it's not a yes nor a no and instead he focuses on her next comment about the strippers, which bring a bright smile to his lips. "They'll like you too." He turns to face her while walking backwards. "As long as you got cash." Tony added not long after with a smile curving his lips. "You earn that by not being stupid." He said as he stopped talking and stood in front of her, just inches away, making their height difference visible as he looked down towards her.

"And I'll know you aren't stupid when you start listening to me and stop trying to bargain what I am going to show you and what it's none of your business." Tony wasn't exactly lowkey about his family's lifestyle, you could see it on him, the tattoos, the expensive clothes, the gold. He didn't need to show anyone that he always carried a gun for people to know not to mess with him, you could just take a look at his constantly bruised knuckles to know. Still, the real Tony was a lot softer and kinder than the family Tony, and Zuri was getting the real Tony.

“i’ll listen when you stop thinking of this as a chance to boss me around.” her eyes roll involuntarily. the amount of effort this is going to take already has zuri second guessing asking tony for help. she has never been good at letting someone else, especially a man take the lead. she'd spent the better part of her life trapped in that role. submissive. quiet. never allowed to question anything. now whenever something even brushes against the edges of her losing control, she recoils from it like the plague. climbing into tony’s car though, she takes a slow breath. lips pressing into a thin line as she reminds herself why she’s here. why she asked him, of all people. because despite his lifestyle, his background, and his more than slightly abrasive attitude, she trusts him to keep her safe. or... as safe as doing drugs and committing heinous criminal acts can possibly allow.

“i thought the first thing was making sure no one came inside the apartment?” her head falls back against the seat, staring out through the windshield while her eyes steal a glance in his direction. “how does someone drink properly without getting a hangover?” she pauses before making a face. “actually... can we save that lesson for another day?” the mere thought of alcohol turns her stomach. her arms fold over her middle, trying to settle the lingering nausea. “we are talking about food, right?” she asks, brightening just a little. “spicy. always.” she would kill for a plate piled high with carne asada tacos right about now. “so during daylight hours, you mostly just run errands for your family? handle all the above board stuff?” this time she turns enough to actually look at him.