#andie:thread

they’re just play fighting--- at least it starts that way-- with laughter and come backs and playfulness. but now they’ve got andie on her back-- and it doesn’t feel like play anymore-- it feels better than that. their mouth is travelling down her stomach, brushing against the skin as they blow raspberries-- and she tries to hold it in, but instead of a giggle-- a moan slips past her lips. because their mouth feels perfect there-- feels like it’s teasing her-- and she knows her panties are ruined now. she also knows that this is her best friend-- that they’re off limits. but it’s hard to get her body to understand that-- “oh fuck-- i um-- i’m sorry i didn’t mean to--” she tries to apologise, her cheeks flushed, her curls a mess-- but she doesn’t get up. she doesn’t want to. the sight of them, inches away from the top of her sweat pants, for her wet-- warm--desperate little pussy has her biting her bottom lip. “air? maybe we should both get some air...” 

“i uh-- i’m sorry-- have we met before?” 

it's a perfect day, the kind she's unsure she'll ever replicate. her hair is curling dramatically, half soaked in salt water and she's laying next to juelz, still half wet from the sea. her head is on his shoulder and she is holding his hand. he smells like the sea and the pina colada she'd brought with her. the sun is warming her skin. her bikini is a tiny thing, bought in a bout of bizarre self confidence. her nipple rings show through the small yellow triangles, her tattoo sits beneath the curve of her breast, a flower adorned branch with a quote woven into it-- from you the flowers grow. normally she would be in her head about everything, her mind would spin and spin, a washing machine of endless anxiety. instead she can only focus on the sun, on his hand in hers--and trying to figure out which warms her more. "maybe we should just stay here forever." she murmurs softly. "you feel really good."

for andromeda anxiety comes in waves and whispers. she's been pretending not to feel the constant barrage of it for hours, but the closer she gets to the meeting, the more liable she is to drown. she's tugging on the hem of an off the shoulder white sweater dress-- her chosen armour for today's professional battles. she's so caught in her panic, that when the lift door opens and her eyes meet a familiar bottle green, she's caught off guard. "Luca?" she exhales softly at the sight of him, so far removed from her late night imaginings, so much realer than the versions of him she'd constructed on the phone-- so much better for it. He's still devastatingly handsome-- and whatever connection she'd felt before only seems to have grown in the moments between their last meeting. "Uh-- I-- you're--you're here." There's quiet reverence and wonder in her voice. "I mean I know it's your hotel I-- It's just-- I have a meeting upstairs-- and it's very important and I-- well. It's-- I'm here for a meeting. I didn't think you'd even be... here." Her cheeks are flushed as she rushes through her sentences. It's almost too much, between her internal panic about the meeting and the sudden presence of Luca she feels overwhelmed. "You look great." She steps into the lift, hyper aware of the closing distance between them, of the way that knowledge makes her stomach clench in anticipation. She turns slightly, and finds his gaze-- "...Hi. Sorry about the little melt down i'm just-- having a bit of a panic."

She needs to stop coming over to theirs when she can't sleep. It's a crutch, and they both know it, but they never stop her when she shows up--bleary eyed and pouting at 2 in the morning, dressed in her pyjamas. Tonight's offering is pink silk. shorts and a tank top-- with a coat thrown hastily over it. "my uber driver was a perv. i think he thought i was coming to give you some sort of sexy surprise--" she chuckles softly, a yawn leaving her mouth. "sexy surprises don't involve clothes-- or teddy bears. unless you're into that." she lifts the small bear she was clutching in her right hand before strolling into their apartment and settling into their bed. "it's not...weird. the cuddling thing-- right? best friends totally... cuddle..."

“Don’t give me judgey eyes-- it’s really not my fault. I-- needed to stay awake!” She doesn’t know how to explain it to him-- that the near heart attack she was experiencing now was better than her dreams. She knew it would pass--that whatever was scaring her enough to take her back to that place would pass too--and her bones would rest again-- but it didn’t make the present easier. Not even a little bit. “Are you sure?? Really?” She covers her chest with hand and starts to breathe deeply--her hand is shaking--probably from the five hour energy--and it takes a moment for her to realize she’s dizzy-- “Oh-- I think I’m going faint. Oh bullocks. Oh crapidoo. Wh--” She closes her eyes for a moment. “When I die make sure they cremate my body and guilt Edie into spreading my ashes somewhere pretty.”