oh play it again for me

❛      we  are  going  to  go  upstairs.    you  are  going  to  let  me  use  that  pretty  face  of  yours  until  i  see  fit  and  then  you  will  use  my  toy  on  me,  since  my  husband  is  too  busy  fucking  you  to  notice  my  needs.    then  we  will  discuss  your  position  in  this  house.      "      lips  finished  her  tea,  putting  the  cup  on  the  rather  ornate  coffee  table  before  standing  up.    hands  smoothing  her  skirt  down,    her  legs  slowly  walking  to  the  stairs.    just  then  she  turned  around,    a  menacing  look  in  her  eyes.        ❛      or  you  can  pack  your  shit  and  get  out  of  my  house.      "

charlotte is a little shocked by the request. she thought she would have to do something like pick up some extra duties around the house. she never thought simone would turn it around to that. but she couldn't deny it, she was desperate for this job. she did say she would do anything and she had fucked up by sleeping with a married man, let alone a married man of the family she nannied for. she was probably naive in thinking that their relationship meant anything; he likely preyed on her hopeless romantic tendencies to get what he wanted even if charlotte bared a lot of responsibility for what happened. the nanny nods. "of course." she follows the older blonde up to the stairs. "where do you want me, miss king?"

admittedly, the third glass of wine had been a bad idea. it had ultimately lead to a fourth and then a second bottle and, before celine had known it, the two of them were practically falling on top of one another on her couch, giggling over horror stories from their love lives. inevitably, the conversation took a dangerous turn as they revealed just how long it had been since their partner satisfied them and celine couldn't help that the words came tumbling out before her one functioning brain cell could even dream to stop them. "well, shit, no wonder you've been so tense lately! honestly, i bet i would have an easier making you cum." and, unfortunately, speaking the idea aloud gave life to it in a way that overtook every other thought she'd been having. "actually... you should let me try."

anahita had never been the kind to divulge that kind of information about her husband. it was personal and she was definitely more of the person to have her guard up. but between being with her best friend and the amount of wine she had been drinking, it just must've slipped out. she can't help but let out a small laugh when celine mentions something about her being tense because everyone had always said that was her baseline; so to find out she was coming off even more tense than usual was a little funny. but then she realized what she had said about her husband. she tried to cover herself. "it's not his fault. we're just both so busy with work that we don't get that much time to..." it doesn't really make sense to defend him like this especially because when they do get time, he never really cared about her satisfaction. "celine, how many drinks have you had?" she asked at the suggestion although there was a sexual frustration that seemed unquenchable growing in between her legs from the amount of time it had been.

her hand instincivelty shoots down, wrapping around victoria's wrist—but she doesn't push it away. "i'm not—" maya starts, but the protest dies when she realizes she is whining, a pathetic little sound escaping her lips that has nothing to do with the complaint and everything to do with the slow. maddening pressure moving upwards. "you're twisting everything," she manages, voice barely above a whisper, though her hips betray her with the smallest, involuntary shift forward. "you don't get to just... just corner me and act like i'm the one being cruel when you're the one who—" she stops, swallowing hard, her grip loosening slightly on victoria's wrist. "what do you even want me to say? that you're right? that hearing you in the shower too isn't making me crazy?

when victoria feels maya's hands on hers, she almost thinks the other is going to completely swat them away but her confidence is boosted even more when the other simply grabs her wrist. she can't help but let out a wicked laugh when maya tries to deny it. it's so obvious that victoria has the other blonde wrapped around her finger. "i don't know how i'm twisted anything. you touch yourself to me. i don't have to do anything and you're screaming out my name just by the thought of me. think of how good it feel when it's actually me." victoria easily advances one of her hands out of maya's grip and further up her thigh. "i want you to tell me the truth. show me where you touch yourself to me. show me how good the thought of me makes you feel and then maybe, just maybe, i'll give you the real deal."

Scrolling on her phone while she laid on her stomach on her bed while listening to the other ranting, Kat couldn't help but let out a sigh. "You do realize that I'm the one that's supposed to be the bitch in our friendship, right?" Kat looked through her lashes, up at the other one in hopes that they would shut up. She heard enough and just wanted some quiet time. "Have they gone down on you lately? Or do I have to do it for them... again?" She now picked her head up to look at them better. "They're becoming useless if you ask me."

jordan furrowed her eyebrows at kat's statement. she wasn't being a bitch, she was just frustrated! and sure, a lot of the frustration had to do with the fact that her boyfriend had no idea what he was doing. and having to keep up appearances for all her youtube viewers who shipped them was getting harder by the day. but that wasn't his fault, was it? it was completely normal...right? that's what she was telling herself over and over again. "i'm not being a bitch." she protested, pouting her mouth while crossing her arms. "he...it's fine! he's just busy and..." her voice trails off. she really thought it was normal for the longest time until one day, kat offered to help and prove her wrong. but jordan didn't want to deal with what that meant about her nor what it meant about her relationship. denial was her go-to coping mechanism. "we can't." she says it quietly, but her eyes are saying something else.

open  to      ;      females  only.      plot      ,      your  simones  nanny  and  you've  been  doing  something  you  shouldn't.    so  she's  decided  to  punish  you.  

charlotte's normal smile dropped when she heard simone's words. she had never thought she would ever be the other woman but simone's husband was so intoxicating and magnetic. charlotte found herself ignoring every red flag and her moral compass because he kept on sweet talking her until she finally gave in. the blonde tried to shake her head no but it was pointless because it was written on her face that it's the truth. she takes a deep breath because she really needs this job. like really needs it. " anything, i'll do anything. "

drunkenly  stumbles  toward  the  microphone,  fifth  flute  of  champagne  still  in  one  hand  as  she  taps  it  repeatedly  before  speaking  into  it.  “can  we,  uh,  clap  it  up  for  the  beautiful  couple?”  applause  erupts  across  the  room,  but  her  eyes  are  locked  in  on  one  person.  the  bride.  her  best  friend.  the  person  she's  been  playing  the  part  of  a  good  maid  of  honor  for  up  until  this  point.  “i'm  supposed  to  get  up  here  and  tell  some  cute  story  about  how  amazing  you  are,  but  i  think  everyone  already  knows  that.  what  they  don't  know  is…”  they trail  off,  pausing.  “this  is  a  terrible  idea,”  they mutter,  taking  a  large  gulp  of  champagne. maybe  it's  the  liquor  that  urges  them to  continue. “what  they  don't  know  is  i  think.  well,  okay,  i  know  i've  been  in  love  with  you  for  an  embarrassingly  long  time  and  now  you're  married,  so…  that  fucking  sucks.”

deep down, clementine knew she wasn't supposed to be marrying this man. but it made sense even if it didn't feel right. but she had always been good at annoying gut feelings or common sense. even when he proposed, she said yes more so because it seemed like the right thing to do rather than it being right. when she saw her best friend go up towards the microphone, she smiled but it quickly faded when she heard what was coming out of her mouth. she ran up on stage, grabbing the microphone away from pepper with a nervous laugh coming from her lips. "okay! and that's our comedy portion of the evening, folks! i've been telling her to get into stand-up for years!" she leaves the microphone before dragging them off stage and into the nearest empty room. "pepper! what the fuck?"

Amelia let out a defeated sound as Kamala pulled back just enough to hold her gaze, but the smugness playing on the popstar's lips was almost enough to make her want to scream. Almost. Instead, her pupils were dilated, she could feel the way her breathing was rapidly changing, and her body was practically humming from the torturous slow placement of Kamala's hands right where she wanted them most. The hypocrisy of it all tasted sweet — they were both crashing out, both entirely addicted to a disaster they kept welcoming back with open arms. "You're such a manipulative, selfish bitch, you know that?" Amelia muttered under her breath as her hands finally let go of the sheets and found their way to Kamala's shoulders, dragging her back down. "Just shut up and keep going," Amelia whispered against her lips, crashing them together before Kamala could even answer, letting every ounce of their messy, impossible dynamic dissolve into what they were both feeling in the moment.

kamala knew that this was never going to be tenable for either of them but that didn't stop her from wanting it, from needing it, from needing amelia. and in the moment, her reasons for walking away didn't matter because all she could feel was the chemistry they had together and the pull towards one another. but she also revelled in the fact that she was able to make amelia react the way she did, make her make such pretty sounds. "and you love every second of it." she smirks. when she hears amelia's pleas and feels their lips colliding into one other, she nods before using a hand to put her fingers underneath the blonde popstar's panties, circling teasingly. she leans into the kiss before, thrusting a single finger inside amelia. against the kiss, kamala whispers, "oh, you feel so good. it's a shame this can't happen again, right?"

and yet , he finds himself headed to the event with gabriel anyway - despite what his head was telling him when gabriel first showed up to ask him. he's in the shirt they talked about , properly cleaned up ( something he's not sure he's done since they broke up ) , and driving his ex and himself there. this is a bad idea. he knows it's a bad idea. he wonders in the moment that they pull up if gabriel knows this is a bad idea. the car ride isn't uncomfortable , mostly small talk until austin finally says : " you really think we can pull this off ? " as if they had a choice.

and now they're about to walk into the event together and gabriel feels a buzz that he can't describe but it's akin to what he felt when he first met austin. he doesn't want to let it show too much right now. save it for the family members, he thinks to himself but he wonders if it's obvious to austin. clearly not because the other asks if they can pull this off, not noticing how easily gabriel felt like he was falling right back into it. "yeah, definitely. unless you don't think we can?" he really hopes austin answers in the way he wants.

nico could nearly collapse with relief when bash gives into it, his gentle voice is reassuring and warms all of nico in a way he could never express with words. he needs this. needs bash, needs to feel wanted, and see and believed in. and no one in his life has ever given him that before bash. he will change. this time he has to, has to be different, try harder, he can't stomach the idea of losing someone again, especially not this someone. "i'm going to change, babe. i mean it. i just need you here, i need to know you believe in me. i can't do it without you." and in the moment nico feels sure of that, he's sincere in his desire to be a better person, someone how is consistent, someone who can be relied upon, and he wants to be that guy for bash. "i don't want to do without you."

bash knows that it's not going to be easy. but he also feels like nothing worth doing ever is. and he knows he'd regret walking away from nico more than staying with him when the other needed him. he gave him a small smile. "i've always believed in you. and i always will." bash knows that nico's promises might be empty but he can only think about the possibility of them being anything but. "i want you to believe in yourself but for now, i can do that enough for the both of us." he had always been the kind of person to try to carry everyone's load for them, no matter the results, no matter how much his back could so easily cave in from the amount of times he's done it. "you're not going to be. come here." bash lets out a breath and opens his arms to take nico in for a hug, wrapping his arms around him. "you're not going to be without me, i promise. i'm not going anywhere."

A small smirk finally breaks through, his nose nudging against hers. “So, are we still pretending this is just a really good kiss, or are we finally admitting we’re terrible at staying away from each other?”

she licks her lips with a cheeky smile before looking up at him."i dunno. maybe we should do it again just so we know it wasn't just a good kiss. you know, for science."

austin had never guessed that anything would bring them back together , let alone something like this. but now that he's looking at gabriel , really thinking about this . . . he doesn't want to get his ( or gabriel's ) hopes up. they broke up for a reason , and maybe high emotions were making him feel like this was their shot at a second chance. it wasn't and this was just a favor. right ? he laughs then , shrugging his shoulders. " maybe i do ! " or maybe he wants to get drunk and ignore the feelings that are already spewing in his body. " yeah , i know it's your favorite color. you like everything because it's fucking green. that's the only reason i have that green shirt , anyway. " he laughs then , the list popping up in his head , not even sure if gabriel knew he only got that shirt because he knew he'd like it. " you have that black shirt with green under the sleeves , don't you ? same shade as my shirt. and it looks hot on you , so. wear that ? " he wants to kick himself for remembering. he wants to kick himself even harder for the way he's looking at gabriel. like his brain suddenly remembered how beautiful he is. god , this was a bad idea.

gabriel wanted so badly to tell austin that they should just try again. because what they had was good. but he knew that he couldn't because they were over and he had to accept that. he just had a hard time grappling with the truth sometimes when it hurt him. his therapist would call a lot of what he did as maladaptive daydreaming because he would rather live in a fantasy world than accept what's real. but it wasn't fair to austin and it wasn't fair to himself to always want to live in that world. but it doesn't help that they're laughing and joking like they used to. that it feels so easy, that it feels so right. gabriel can't help but smile, a soft and gentle one with his head tilted, when austin mentions he only has the shirt because of gabriel. it's nice that he still has it. he wonders if there's anything else austin keeps that reminds him of them. heaven knows gabriel has kept things, mementos, souvenirs, an old hoodie austin never remembered to pick up. "yeah, yeah, i can wear that. we're gonna look so color coordinated, definitely gonna sell the story." he really needs to say that. because if he doesn't, he might start to believe it's real.

As if on instinct, Amelia stiffened the second the mattress dipped beneath Kamala's weight, making herself comfortable next to her. No. She knew that subtle shift in the atmosphere when of the gravity that always pulled them right back together again. Her mind screamed at her to pull away and put distance between them, to firmly end the back and forth cycle once and for all. Amelia had opened her mouth, ready to throw Kamala's logic right back in her face, to remind her of who started this countdown to goodbye, but instead, a gasp hitched in her throat as those warm and familiar lips pressed softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. Amelia's eyes fluttered shut, her resolve beginning to slip out from underneath her fingertips — and even more so when Kamala sucked that exact sweet spot just beneath her jaw, and those hands began a slow teasing ascent up her thighs. Freshly-manicured fingers curled tightly into the tangled sheets beneath her as she tried to hold onto her anger, tried clinging to the bitter truth of everything they'd just argued about. But as Kamala's hands drifted higher, Amelia felt herself leaning into the touch before she could even process the betrayal of her own body. Say it doesn't feel good. Fuck, of course it did. The woman knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. "It does," she tumbled out weakly, letting go of a soft moan she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.

kamala knew what she was doing wasn't fair. there was no denying their chemistry, physical and otherwise. and even though amelia was right in saying that it should be the last time, kamala is selfish and doesn't want to give it up. she feels like she needs to hold onto this for as long as she can. when she hears the blonde's breath hitch, she can't help but smirk against amelia's neck. this was the problem with them — even though they both knew they should stop, they also both knew everything to do to convince the other that they shouldn't. kamala removes her lips from amelia's skin long enough to look her in the eye. "i knew you would listen to reason." she licks her lips as she eyes the other. "now tell me...do you want me to keep going?" her hands inching slowly but surely towards where kamala was almost certain the blonde wanted them most. "or because you said this should be the last time, maybe i should stop." she stops her hands right at the top of amelia's thighs. "you tell me what you want."

maya's face burns hot at the words, blood rushing to her cheeks so fast she feels dizzy, and when she opens her mouth to deny it, the words die in her throat. the look in victoria's eyes says she knows with cold, certain clarity what she's been getting up to late at night when maya thinks she's fast asleep in the other room. she wants to step back, to put space between them, but her feet won't move—trapped by the sudden overwhelming awareness of every secret she's tried to keep hidden behind these godforsaken thin walls. maya realizes how naive she's been and that she probably should've known better. but a tiny part of her has been hoping she would be able to get away with it. "you weren't supposed to hear any of that," she finally whispers, the admission slipping out before she can stop it. her humiliation only seems to grow bigger as she lets out an involuntary whine at victoria's words. "that's... that's not fair, v."

victoria had maya exactly where she wanted. she could tell she was doing everything to make the other flounder in the best way. licking her lips, she stared at maya, uncontrollable lust in her eyes. her lips turn into a smirk. "so you're not denying it then? you admit that you touch yourself and think of me?" she puts her hand on maya's thigh, slowly moving it up. "what's not fair is that i have to hear you moaning my name and i don't even get to be a part of it." she feigns hurt with a pout and adds, "how do you think that makes me feel? you're excluding me from all of the fun." narrowing her eyes on maya, she moves her hand even closer to where she knows maya wants it most. "see, you're even whining right now because you want it, want me so bad."

austin would be telling a big fat lie if he said he didn't miss gabriel. maybe not outwardly , but somewhere in the depths of his heart. something that wasn't ignited until this interaction. he tired not to think about it , tried really hard to avoid these feelings. and until now , he had been successful. " oh , so definitely drink it. okay. " he jokes back gently , a soft smile coming across his face. for a second , he wonders if it's a good idea for him and gabriel to be drunk in the same room together , but he lets the thought slip from his mind. he didn't need to think about the right now. in truth , he was trying very hard to avoid what this was going to do to their relationship. " oh. " eyes catch the other's after the compliment , and it's like he's suddenly remembering how beautiful he is. " will do. you gonna match me ? we're trying to sell something here , right ? gotta make it believable. " and what happens when they start to believe it too ?

gabriel had always been the kind of person who was a hopeless romantic, an eternal optimist. so maybe there was still a part of him that hoped that the breakup between him and austin would just be temporary. of course he missed austin but he also wanted to give him the space he needed. and perhaps, this was the best way they could still hang out while doing that. a bit of mental gymnastics because the real reason was just that gabriel missed austin. "hey, if you wanna drink it, don't come crying to me when you find yourself in a strange city you've never been to." he laughs. he missed seeing austin's smile and joking with him. fuck, he practically missed everything about him. "yeah, i can wear green. it is one of my favorite colors." probably because his favorite movie is peter pan and his favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip. "unless you have something else in mind." maybe gabriel was fishing for compliments a bit because who wouldn't want to hear you look so good in that, wear that? sue him.

His heart is trying to pound it's way out of his chest the moment he hears Charlotte's question question. It was truly the moment he had spent so long waiting for. Yearning for. He didn't want to let it slip through his fingers. Her eyes flicker to his lips and she steps towards her, hand cradling her cheek for a brief moment before he leans in pressing his lips against hers in the way he's wanted to all this time. "That a pretty good start?" He smiles against her lips before kissing her again.

as bruno kissed her, charlotte remembered why losing him the first time hurt so bad. because what they had was so damn good. and she didn't want to lose it again. because this proved to her that the spark was still there. she can't help but smile against the kiss, remembering all of the times she had wished for this and the songs she had listened to thinking of him. "i'd say so." she says with a grin, scrunching her nose. "god, you have no idea how long i've been wanting that. wanting this. us."