lover, disaster, whatever

If there was a shout, and that was one hell of a shout, Harper wasn't far behind to investigate, no questions asked. In the middle of grading last week's assignments, he left his own room in a scurry, having to shuffle past his own snoring pet to navigate their shared space. With a broom as the weapon of convenience, courtesy of the corner store for a decent bargain, he rushed into the neighboring bedroom in alarm. "What, what's right there?" His head whipped around, attempting to follow her line of sight. He held the plastic handle close to his chest, ready to whack any and every moving target that invaded their apartment. "What is it? Is it a rat?" he asked as he remained on guard, though his voice wavered slightly at that real acknowledgement of what lurked nearby.

Lara jumped from the floor to her bed, then back to the floor right behind Harper, unconsciously, but not discreetly, using him as a human shield. Lara had been afraid of spiders from a very young age, and even though she could now get to ignore some and identify the non-threatening ones, pictures of that bloody fluffy, gigantic spider kept going to her mind, only increasing her panic. "N-no, what?" she stopped mid-panic, shaking her head feverishly, "a spider!" she managed to say, eyes focused on the carpet in her room, where she was sure it had gone. "Do you see it? Please tell me you see it, I… I can't, I won't…" She kept shaking her head, her hands sweaty holding onto the fabric of her towel, helping her ground herself.

Ian held his breath for a moment, watching her move and curse in pain. In other times, he'd firmly ask her to be careful, to let him help her… but he knew he had no right whatsoever. She'd said it herself, they shouldn't have called him. Why would they call him? Of course, he didn't want to ask any further, didn't want to let his mind win and have him overthink over and over again. Still, he disagreed - it was not a big drama for nothing. "It doesn't have to be dramatic, Sof. They called and I came… And as far as I'm concerned, and as much as I know how capable and smart you are, they are the doctors here now. You're in this bed… So please, don't get agitated." he tried, already standing by her side. He needed to reach over, touch her hair, and caress her cheek, but all he did was flex his hand back to his side. Another deep breath. "How are you feeling, though?" he asked again, eyebrows slightly raised in a preoccupied look he could no longer hide.

The Virgin Suicides 1999 || dir. Sofia Coppola

Honestly, Jackson was tired of the pointless arguments, and they were getting more frequent as the days passed. He tried many times to push it under the rug, especially when conversations stopped working. "It doesn't? Well, how does this sound." He took a deep breath, shifting his weight to look at her. "These last few months things have been changing between us. A shift in behavior. Do you see where I am going with this, Sage?"

Unable to move her gaze away from him, Sage was certain her chest would explode any second now. "N-no," she lied, forcing herself to speak. She had feared this moment would eventually come, and God, she was far from ready for it. "I don't, Jackson. I never know where you're going with... anything." Sage muttered those last few words, forcing herself to straighten her posture. She didn't want to keep fighting, and heaven knew she didn't want to lose him either. "And I... I could say the same about you, you know?" His words kept playing back... you're someone else.

He lifted his head up, a ROLL of his eyes then as he shrugged on his shirt. "I don't remember asking for a meeting, but if you think I'm bundling up when it's 85 and SUNNY then you have another thing going."

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, unsure if she was frustrated by his response, her lack of words, or both. The last time they'd seen each other ended up roughly, with Margot saying things she didn't mean, it felt like an ocean had grown between them. "I want to talk. I'm here to talk." Margot firmly said, blinking a couple of times. "So... can we? Talk?" Her eyes fixed on him - and for a moment, on his skin underneath his shirt. "Or should I just sit here and be pretty while you sunbathe?"

Ella Purnell as Rhiannon Lewis SWEETPEA (2024) 1.06 | Life 2.0

with how focused the woman was on her work, it was definitely difficult for her to pick up on anything, let alone someone being interested in her. she had to do everything herself despite hiring very talented people. ana included. she enjoyed working with her so much that the undeniable chemistry was something that she thought was normal for someone to have. “you are so much better than to be offering any sort of thing that isn’t a drink. i guess i can take a load off and have a glass of wine.” now that was what she was desperate for. “you’re barking up the wrong tree. if you want to fuck a director, i hear ron oliver is available.” but it scared her, because she wanted ana to keep pursuing her. what was that about? “i haven’t gotten laid in a year, i wouldn’t even know what i was doing.”

"And a glass of wine you'll get." Ana smiled as she stood up and walked towards the bar car, swiftly grabbing the bottle and a couple of wine glasses, for her to open and pour. As she did, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder, focusing on Kris as she listened. A grin was plastered on her face, almost hypnotized. Almost as if she wanted nothing more but to keep staring at the other woman- her greeting lingering in her mind. The mere suggestion of Ana having come to her office to throw herself at her only made her unable to think of anything else. "Ron Oliver?" She snored, her thoughts not-so-softly interrupted, "Haven't been there and wouldn't be there, jeez. Do you seriously think…?" But she could not finish the sentence, as she only half laughed and shook her head. Grabbing both glasses of wine, Ana walked back to the desk, handing over one of the glasses to Kris, as she had a sip herself before sitting back, only closer this time. "Hmm, I see…" she nodded, a bit surprised by Kris's confession but keeping her expression almost neutral if it wasn't for the glint in her eyes. Ana wasn't sure how much she could say or try, as not only she had immense respect for Kris as a professional, but even on the personal side of things, she'd even dared to consider Kris a friend (and had fantasized about much more). Another sip of wine and a soft lick on her lips, "That wouldn't be an issue for me if that's what you're worried about."

"Yeah, yeah, and you love this ass to heaven and back. I've heard it all before. Just keep your hands steady," Willow whisper-shouted, not keen on taking her own guidance. Her eyes squinted in the darkness, forgoing her much-needed glasses. The only guide being the flashlight in George's hand, and still she struggled to walk without needing to hold onto their arm for support, already stumbling once or twice tonight on the soil. "Don't tell me you're already getting tired. The tomb is right up here on the left, we can't miss it."

George's grin was impossible to hide, only looking back at Willow for a moment. He was almost walking sideways, keeping his arm close for her to hold. Even if he was a little scared, he paid no mind. Her touch was enough to ground him, almost giving him a brave shot. Whatever their beliefs were, he knew walking a cemetery at night, during the spooky season, was perhaps not the brightest idea. "Kay, 'kay, if you say so... Careful here, lots of branches ahead..." he murmured, the quiet of the night making them easy to communicate without disrupting the silence. "You know, if you wanted to see me, you could've just said so." He grinned, looking back at her, offering his hands and weight to help her jump a tomb in the way. "What's your plan once the tomb is found, anyways?"

She sounded so pretty, it only encouraged Julie to continue paying attention to her chest. Julie quickly put her hand on her hip to keep her down against the bed, figuring that maybe she was still sleeping. That was proven false when Helena spoke to her, her head moving away from her chest. “I — do you want me to stop?” She whispered, her tongue coming out to lick at her nipple again. “Tell me to stop and I will.” She didn't want to, but she would should she tell her she wasn't interested.

Shivers traveled through her body as Helena's back softly arched, her hand moving from her friend's hair to her head, as she silently urged her to continue. She was fully awake now and knew exactly what was going on, quick flashbacks went through her mind as images of her and Julie came on- that time they kissed while drunk, the longing stares, their hands on each other's thighs. Even those times Helena, in the quiet of her room, would sneak her hand between her legs and whimper Julie's name as she made herself come. It was Julie's voice, rawer than ever, the one that made her search for her face. Fuck. The sight of Julie's tongue toying with her nipple was enough to make her moan once again. "N-no," she whimpered, "don't stop." Almost a plead. "Please, don't stop."

"Did you want to do a sweep of the place?" With a glance over her shoulder at him, a smirk tickles to corner of her mouth. "No, it's fine. Let's get out of here before we miss all the good stuff."

"No, let's go. The corn maze is off-limits, then?" Ben fakely pouted; he was looking for a fun night and would follow Daphne wherever she wanted to go. "That's where the mask comes in handy! I doubt anyone with a right mind will try anything to a masked person. It's the eerie night, after all."

“what… are you doing? what’s this thing you’re doing?” she had looked up from her desk, the office had long been closed but kris was very obviously married to her work. she slowly shut her laptop, squinting. “you are absolutely not coming onto me right now, are you? do you think that would work on me? jesus, christ. i might be horny, but i’m not desperate.”

"I'm not trying anything," Ana quickly said, her heart missing a beat as she realized Kris may have caught onto her attraction—one that had lingered since they first worked together. One that, if Kris found out, may accuse Ana of being the desperate one. With just a blink, her expression shifted as she stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the desk. "That is, of course, unless you want me to try something…" she smirked, a playful glint in her eye, hoping Kris could see right through the jest. "Well, I was merely checking in on you." Not entirely false. "You've been here for hours, and everyone is long gone… Fancy a drink?" Ana said, nodding towards the bar car. "You seem tense. Desperate? I wouldn't think so, but since you were the one to bring that up…"

Julie wasn’t sure what woke her or how their shirt got up so high but she lay there, watching her friend’s chest rise and fall with their breath. They’d had a will they or won’t they thing for years and truthfully, Julie didn’t know how long she could keep it going. The longer she lay there and stared the longer she gathered up the courage to gently push their top up to fully expose their chest to her. Was this a bad idea? Maybe but she’d already talked herself into it. Lowering her head to their nipple she took it in her mouth, sucking while her other hand found their other nipple, rolling it between her fingers.

Helena could feel her breath stop, as an electric wave ran through her body. It was her moan that woke her up, yet she was not foreign to the feeling to quickly understand what was going on. Her hips involuntarily moved as she felt a rush right in her core, leaving no time for her to gather her thoughts. The sweet mouth of her friend sucking gently on her uncovered nipple, the other getting the so-needed attention from her fingers. "Julie…" she breathed out, Lena's hand slowly finding Julie's hair, encouraging her to continue. "What - what are you doing?"