#ahrated

— .ᐣ starter , / @by-reign, nick parker.

❪ elizabeth james ❫ , — she thinks she forgot to consider what would leaving would feel like. as she stares at her packed bags and the flight check in text that haunts her home screen she realizes how much of a disservice such a neglect has done her. of course, elizabeth had thought about it -- at half past midnight, while looking into hallie's eyes, when laughing at some stupid joke nick managed to make that didn't even have the girls laughing but still made her buckle at the seams. not for too long / never for too long. the idea just there, lingering in the back of her mind with fang-like teeth, ready to sink them into the holes of her heart where her innermost vulnerabilities seep from. she feels it now. THE SEEPING, THE LEAKING, THE SPILLING. all of the emotions she wore with a brave face for hallie but an hour ago. this isn't like the last time she left or any of the times she ran before. it's foolish to even call this running. but if this were a race, the crowd would only have two faces, and as she peels the clothing from her body it feels like she's stripping the california sun and all of its promises of happiness away from her. until she turns.

surprise crooks in her brow. the contortion of her expression almost mildly perturbed as their eyes meet. like she doesn't know if she should acknowledge him or leave him be. elizabeth stands frozen, though no hackles rise. her shoulders lax, chin lowered, eyes soft with a sensuality she hasn't really known what to do with when unattached from his name. the strap of her dress falls with the looseness of her body. her stare remain fervently on nick's. smouldering greens. WORDS UNNECESSARY, meaningless with how loud their eyes speak even between the distance and glass windowpane. she doesn't question what he's doing out there. what brings him into the night. swears that even from up here she can see the same thing in his eyes as she just saw in hers while removing the days makeup away. ( or maybe that's wish her heart makes ) when he doesn't evade, she slowly slides the opposite strap down and lets it fall, and the dress falls to hug in a bunch at her waist. a cream coloured lace bra revealed in its absence. their gaze, UNBROKEN.

ice gathers upon the cold surface of the glass, just inches from where his palm is pressed flat. he can feel it just on the other side—the bite of frigid temperatures trying to get past the window, howling winds beating down upon the building. despite the dark clouds and gloomy environment, the streets are still humming with life. too much life. enough life for someone to notice the heat gathering on their side of the glass. his other palm is full of warmth, fingers curled firmly and indenting the smooth skin of kendra's hip. he holds her steady, keeps her from bumping too much into that damn glass as his own hips snap hard and fast into her.

he's got her bent over, ass pressing up into him just perfectly to meet each thrust. her hands are pressed up against the window as well, one of them a hairsbreadth from his. for a moment, he contemplates moving his thumb just so until touches her skin. instead he bends forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder. he keeps his mouth there and groans as he plunges his cock deeper against her walls. umber eyes flicker up again, watch the way her hand shifts from the force of his thrust. feels the way her pinky finger just barely presses against his thumb. still, he doesn't take her hand. he pretends not to notice that invisible line between...what this is, and whatever that would be.