#enforcerofthedark

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[ enforcerofthedark ]

       Fingers just barely slip around the bottle, and he idly traces the curvature of the glass, his mindswimming with thoughts of her. Not that was anything new, she’d been a constant recurring notion since the damn third grade, but this time it was d i f f e r e n t. She was actually hanging around him, and he didn’t even have to beg. 

                  But he was thinking ｓｅｌｆｉｓｈｌｙ  this time.

       His mind was crammed with thoughts of being with her ——— and not in the way he’d already been with her, but he craved more. To be able to hold her hand in public, to be able to openly express his adoration for her, but that was a pipe dream, one he wasn’t sure he’d ever get to live. 

                  And honestly, he should be ｇｒａｔｅｆｕｌ.

       Grateful that she allows him to be in her presence, that she lets him touch her, and most of the time he is. He’s beyond appreciative that he has this time with her, even if it might not last forever, and she might be slightly ashamed of being with him ——— that’s why he assumes she wants them to hide it (whatever it is), at least ——— he thrives on enjoying what he has. But tonight’s different. Maybe it’s the alcohol allowing these things to enter his mind, he’s not sure.

       Digits curl around the bottle, holding it in one hand as he pulls out his phone and finds her number. He wants to call her and tell her things should change, but he doesn’t. He w a n t s to express how he really feels, but again, he doesn’t. He merely types out a few scarce words and presses send, maybe tonight isn’t any different after all. 

                  [ text; lyd ] come over i’m bored                  [ text; lyd ] and by bored i mean horny

           "----you don't think anyone saw, do you?"

( & he locked the door behind them, just to be   safe, then unlocked it & locked it again, just   for good measure. Better safe than sorry as they   always say. They'd been sneaking around   for just a few weeks now, and Stiles knew they   weren't exactly the epitome of stealth, but that   didn't really stop them from trying. Why they were   being overly secretive, he wasn't sure. He remembers   her mentioning something along the lines of how   'the pack couldn't handle it' & he'd   was intent on being content with that for the   time being if it meant secret meetings like this one. )

             "I think we're in the clear."

( Letting out a sigh of relief, the teenager turned on   the heel of his sneakers, gaze washing over   the strawberry blonde as a smile pulled at his lips. )

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            [ her gaze shifts, her lips part, her head tilts ]

afkmlkrfmaf omFG -flings self off a cliff- do u want me to send it again or??????