i never did belong

Open to: m/f/nb Wanted Connection: Sisters friend

“So you’re trying to say that you came here to see Luna.” Jakob nodded before bringing his glass to his lips. It wasn’t like his sisters didn’t show up at his house from time to time but there was no reason for someone to actually look for one of them there. “Did you think about calling her? I heard that’s an amazing way to contact someone.”

“I was in the neighborhood,” Jenna replied, bringing her arms up to cross in front of her. “And I tried calling her, but we’re kind of in a fight and she wasn’t...” her voice trailed off a bit, “answering me.” 

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The traffic was light, and it was a relief. Alex wasn’t sure how to focus on driving at the vivid images of his recent dream, and how Raquel had requested to know more… inviting him over. Good Lord.

About ten minutes later, he was parking his car and ringing on the brunette’s door.

Evie laughed at his comment.  “Because it’s not enough to have my tits on display for you constantly?” she jokes, gesturing down to the cleavage that leads into her bra.  An oversized tank top and yoga pants isn’t the sexiest outfit in the world, but it does highlight the curves of Evie’s body, and she knows he likes those.  She’ll never admit it, but she definitely dresses for him.  “I don’t think we’d manage very well if I was naked all the time though,” she reasons.  “I’d be trying to cook dinner and you’d come home and bend me over the kitchen table and have your way with me,” she says casually, though of course now she’s actually thinking about it and well… it’s not unappealing at all.

“Of course. Every minute you’re away from me, baby”

Okay, so I’m working a summer job at the daycare where I worked in college, but it’s only 20 hours a week, so I have mucho free time. 

I am leaving for the beach on Saturday though, so I’ll be gone for a week. But I’m here for a little bit tonight if anyone wants anything. 

COME TO ME. GIVE ME ALL YOUR LOVIN’! 

Sometimes Evie thought that Ronan simply looked at things and tried to figure out first what she would want and then how he could do the exact opposite.  It wasn’t that she was deeply involved in the movie that had been on, but car shows?  Those and bike shows and those stupid shows where men took things apart and put them back together again… so not things that help make the time go by.  She doesn’t complain though, but she looks up when he mentions that he’s leaving.  It makes her nervous, still, even though she knows that he’s good at what he does.  She doesn’t ask questions, just makes sure he has clean underwear and snacks and tells him to be safe.  It’s all she really CAN do.  She has an idea of what he does for a living, thanks to how they first met, and she worries about him so much more than she’ll ever admit. 

The frames she’s unwrapping suddenly don’t feel as important anymore and she moves over to sit next to him.  Evie leans against him, not being overly affectionate, but needing the closeness.  Something about knowing he’s leaving and that there’s a possibility it might be the last time she sees him gets to her.  “A pool, huh?  Is that so you can just sit and watch me prance around in a bikini all summer?” she teases.

When she leans her head against him, Ronan doesn’t move at first. He’s not afraid of the closeness, but he normally doesn’t react. But he can hear Reagan’s annoying voice in his head. Don’t be afraid to show her a little affection every once in a while. It doesn’t make you less of a man to be sweet. You actually might get more ass if you do it. So with that, Ronan moves his arm, slipping it around her and letting her snuggle up. And when he makes the bikini comment, he lets out a lone chuckle from the pit of his throat. “I was thinking it would just be nice for the summer. But I wouldn’t mind that. You could start practicing just walking around in a bikini now. Or bare ass naked. Might be better.” 

Evie rolled her eyes at his answer and wrinkled her nose as he burped.  Sometimes she wondered if he had any idea what his burps smelled like.  “I’d expect nothing less of you,” she tells him as she moves to the other side of the couch and continues unwrapping more picture frames.  She giggles slightly as he asks where their son is.  “I forgot to show you… look,” she tells him, pulling her phone out of the sports bra she wore and scrolling to the last picture she’d taken of DeMarco curled up, fast asleep, in a giant pile of his clothes.  He’d fallen asleep while Evie was trying to set up his room and she couldn’t bear to wake him.  “I tried to pick him up to put him in bed at one point but he GROWLED at me Ronan.  Growled!”

He had to laugh at that because well -- first off, the kid was cute. He took after Ronan after all. Maybe a little bit from Evie too--but mostly from Ronan. And growling? That shit was funny. “That’s my boy,” Ronan said, giving Evie a smirk. He took another sip of his beer. “I’ll get him when I go upstairs again.” Some Adam Sandler movie was on and Ronan flipped through the channels, settling on a car show before he glanced over at Evie. “Got a call earlier. I might have to go out of town for a few days next week. Not a definite yet, but if I land this job, I’m getting us a pool.”