#audreysjay

frankie/ceci

things you say at 1 am

He feels the cold of her ring before he opens his eyes. He groans, “I was trying to sleep.” he whispers in the quiet room.

“I know.”

“Why are you touching me?”

“Because i love you.”

That gets him, he smiles softly as his eyes blink open, “Its not like i didn’t know.”

“It’s 1:30 am, you should be asleep.”

“Says the woman that woke me up.”

He knows he has an early class tomorrow but now he doesn’t want to go to sleep. He takes her hand, still pressed to his cheek, and kisses her palm, “I love you.”

She laughs quietly, “I know, now sleep.”

“You’re my wife.”

She smiles, leaning up on her elbow to hover over him, dropping a gentle kiss to his lips, “I am. And I’ll be your wife tomorrow when you wake up, baby. Sleep.”

“But I’m awake now. I cant just sleep.” he tells her with the most innocent of smiles, she cant help smirking, “And how can I help you with that, baby?”

“Mm, dunno. I’m sure you could figure something out.” he whispers, pulling her own for a slower, more intimate kiss.

yu/harriet

things you say at 1 am

“I think you’re beautiful.” he says with his lips.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” she says with a bite to his shoulder.

“You’re the only reason I’m here.” he says, the meaning of those unspoken words revealed by a red mark on her collarbone.

They woke up at midnight to do this, to speak to each other with soft touches and sweet caresses...or rather, they had never fallen asleep after lights out at 9.

Here they lay together at twelve fifty-nine in the morning and her breathing is even and slow, her chest expanding and retracting with her breaths, pressing her closer on every inhale to his body as she sleeps on. His hands never still, his hand combs through hair that isn't there anymore, instead rough fingertips brush smooth, rough, smooth skin covered in scars along her shoulder blade.

“You’re the reason I breath.” he sighs into her scruffy hair that prickles his cheek.

“You more important to me than even my own life.” he whispers in his native tongue and he sees her finger twitch over his hear, muscles not yet still even in her deep sleep.

“I love you.” he hums, eyes fluttering closed at 1am.

frankie/ceci

things you said too quickly

It all comes out a garbled mess, he’s pink from his ears down his chest, he’s twitching and sweaty and he’s absolutely wrecked for her.

Her soft giggle eases his muscles and her hand is soft and cool along the back of his spine. Everything is quiet except for a roaring in his ears. Thats a good sign, means the blood is coming back from down there.

He purrs, collapsing to the bed and she cleans him up, drapes herself over him and her fingers soothe him, she waits till he’s caught his breath before asking. Her lips brushing his ear, words fanning over him, breath soft and ticklish, “what was that you said before, princess?”

“My god, I love you.” he laughs softly, a giggle of his own coming out with words, he cant remember the words himself, he was in to much of a hazy, blissed out state. She just smiles and kisses his temple, “Me too, babe.”

sami/d

things you said too quickly

“I love you.” she coos to him and he never thought he’s croon the words back but he does.

They’re on the bleachers, before his practice and they’re making out but it’s 60% giggles and sweet nothings and 40% actual kisses. He feels the laughter bubble up but he hushes it, makes sure its something only she can hear.

Occasionally he’ll tilt his head for a new angle at her lips, or a nip at her ear and she’ll squeak and he tickles her side and she smacks his hands away and it’s just...nice.

This is the cushy life he thought he’d never get a taste of on the isle but here he is, a princess in his arms, her smile aimed at him, her eyes alight with laughter and affection, not darkened with lust (though he loves when that happens too), and he’s happy and the words just kind of...

“Jeezwillyoumarrymesomedaymaybe?”

Her smile falls but her eyes still sparkle at him, “Um, what was that?” she giggles, pecking his lips.

He clears his throat, “Nothing.” he mumbles, pecking her back.

Her grin comes back, mischievous and determined and, oh Allah, he loves it so much, “It was something, I heard it, Denali.”

“it was nothing, Sami. God.” he sighs and she giggles and it makes him smile, “C’mon, baby, ask me again?”

His eyes roll but he’s smiling, “i guess....it went a little like....will you marry me? or- or something.”

She’s absolutely beaming now, “Yes! or something.” she just has to tease him and he loves her for it.

kris/stephen

things you said too quickly

Kris chuckles, falling back to bed with Stevie in his arms and he’s stunned, staring up at the crack in his roof until the boy in his arms shifts and moves and groans and flops into the space between Kris’ wide shoulders and the wall his bed was pushed up against.

“Fuckinhellwhatthebloodyfuckingwowwhat?”

Kris blurts out a laugh, head falling back against his pillow.

“What!?” he giggles, shifting onto his side but Stephen is having none of it, pushing Kris’ back into the bed and laying half on top of him, “You’re amazing, mate.”

“Well, isn’t that romantic.” this makes Stephen chuckle, “Sorry, love.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll always be mates, dear.” 

“oh shut UP!”

Kris laughs again, resting his lips against Stephen’s damp hair before he smacks the boy’s arm, “C’mon, lets clean up.”

His boyfriend whines, “No~, let’s stay here a while longer.” and of course Kris concedes because it isn’t very often he get Stephen to sound that boneless and pleased.

bonnie/eloise

things you said that made me feel like shit

“You don’t…date straight girls.” Bonnie repeats at the door, looking down at her shoes. She supposes she just pushed it too hard, yeah, she should have seen it coming, it was coming.

Bonnie giggles despite the tightness of her chest, “Yeah!…Yeah, I know. I just.” she sighs, “No, it’s…” she laughs again, she laughs so she doesn’t cry, “So…I guess straight girls dont go on dates with girls, right?”

Eloise nods, she looks confused but she also seems like she knows what Bonnie is doing. 

Bonnie inhales, shaking her head, trying to laugh out the pain, “I knew that, what am I saying, of course…I knew…that.” he mumbles, inhaling. When she laughs this time it’s shaky. Her eyes are misty, oh god what is she doing? Eloise probably feels just as bad right now, she can’t do this to Eloise, “okay!” she inhales, hiding her sniffle, “Yeah, I guess…I guess I won’t see you tomorrow, will I.”

“Well…no, Bon.”

Bonnie gives a shaky smile, “Is this a break or a goodbye?”

Eloise smiles softly, sadly, “You got me too good for this to be goodbye. But this is definitely…a break.”

Bonnie nods, turning away to hide her misty eyes, “Okay…okay. I’ll…see you around.” she mumbles.

“Yeah.” eloise mumbles, walking back to her car and Bonnie hears the gravel under her feet and she cant take the way the gravel gets softer and softer as eloise gets farther and farther away.

She debates making this a full on teen drama and running inside to hide and cry because she basically made Eloise feel so unimportant, so unloved but….god Bonnie loves this girl and she is in no way straight, Eloise knows that, Eloise helped her know that.

Slowly she turns and finds Bonnie closer to her car than she thought. Bonnie goes to her, “Hey!” she calls, straightening her shoulder, biting on her trembling jaw. She’s glad her call stopped Eloise because otherwise she wouldn’t have reached her in time. She runs  the last few feet and smashes her mouth to Eloise’s lips, her small hands tight in Eloise’s collar event though there isn’t much strength behind them she kisses hard, “I’m….I’m not straight. I’m just in the closet.”

When Eloise gives her a crooked smile that just makes Bonnie want to kiss her again…she knows it’ll be alright.

((none of this is canon like idk what happened with this one))

frankie/ceci

things you said that made me feel like shit

‘I know it’s my fault, you think I don’t know it’s my fault?’ she thinks to herself when he finally tells her he can’t do it anymore. She broke him, she broke Frankie. He was too good to be true and for a while he was true as hell but there is no way she could expect him to last.

“What do you want me to say.” she whispers and he looks so conflicted but then his eyes are bright like he’s answered every one of their problems, “Just tell me no.”

“What?” he can’t mean it, she won’t mean it. 

“Tell me you don’t love me.”

Her chest is a bit tight, wow, well if she doesn’t feel like shit right now she doesn’t want to know what that actually feels like.

But…it’d make him happy, wouldn’t it? Her little man…he’s confused and she…can’t give him the answers he asks for so she supposes lying is the best she can do, she’s told him he could leave…but outright telling him no sounds so painful.

“Do you love me?”

“No.” her voice is soft and everything screams, it’s not true! She wants to love him but…she can’t just snap her fingers. Then he beams and she’s so confused, what a weird boy.

quinn/carter

things you said after you kissed me

He lays across his couch in calmness, the silence of his loft only broken by the rustling coming from the kitchen.

The windows are frosted, the heater is humming, he has work and papers scattered around him and his reading glasses low on his nose, used when he’s really hunkering down on his grading. He smells it before he sees it, the smokey scent of coffee just the way he likes it.

The mugs clatter softly onto the side table seeing as there is no visible space on the coffee table and the papers in his hands are swept away, leaving him to follow their path, watching her hand place them neatly onto a pile she’s deciphered to be the correct one before she slides onto the couch between his legs.

He smiles up at her slowly, her hands steadying her on his chest before they wander up his shoulders as she gains her balance, leaning forward into his chest as her hands move even higher, up his neck.

His smile grows wider as her hands brush his scruffy cheeks before her index and middle finger remove his glasses, folding them and putting them behind him along with their mugs of warm drinks.

The way she so casually rubs and presses against him, slinking along his body drives him crazy, he’s completely entranced by her every move until she finally wraps her arms around his neck, hugging her elbows and kissing him, their sweaters are thick against each other but he can still feel her thrumming heart through the warmth of the cloth and the way they kiss is just as slow as she moved.

Their lips pull and mesh and their tongues curl and dance and he just sighs into her kiss, relaxing against her body until she pulls away with a wicked grin, happy with her work, he’s thoroughly become a puddle as proven by the flutter of his lashes as they open to look at her again. Quickly she pecks his lips gently, giggling into his lips.

“You work to hard.” she whispers and his low rumbling chuckle makes her shiver, “Maybe you can help with that?” he grumbles from deep in his chest, his fingers finding their way under the hem of her sweater, fingertips tracing the hem of her pants and his only answer is her wide grin she gives him around her bitten lip before she gives him another kiss, this one steamier, rougher, promising more

frankie/ceci

things you said after you kissed me

Ceci giggles, Frankie laughs, their lips peck and nip all over each other, necks, cheeks, shoulders, lips, noses, their smiles are so wide, they’re so happy here in the spring sun shining in on them, warming them up seeing as their wrestling and tossing has them barely covered by their sheets.

She giggles louder before quickly being silenced by a deep, loving kiss from her boyfriend, man, person. She’s still giggling against his lips as his loving kiss turns into warm, rapid kisses.

“Happy birthday to you~” Ceci sing-songs, the ‘you’ puckering her lips for another kiss that he gives, “Happy birthday to~ me~” He sings back and gets pushed down into bed by a tackling girlfriend that attacks him with more kisses and he’s a mess of giggles, “You’re dating a man!” he declares in a deep voice and she shakes her head, kissing his lips roughly, “My nineteen year old man.” she giggles into her kisses and he kisses back, “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

yu/harriet

things you said after you kissed me

Yu’s teeth pull at her bottom lip and she gasps against his mouth, she can taste his smirk and its bittersweet and earthy like sweetened herbal tea. She gives him everything she has as the kiss gets rougher, deeper then suddenly his lips are gone, the kiss has stopped and she’s breathing hard.

“I love you.” his rough, grumbly, underused voice says. It echos but all she can say is “Yeah.” before grabbing his collar and pulling him in again for more kisses but he fights her, pulling back.

“I love you.” he grumbles and she’s forced to look into his eyes, “Yeah?” she whispers.