#ft. thomas

a  small  laugh,  escaped  from  glossed  lips.  "  it's  not  everyday  you  get  to  taste  $800  champagne  ..  with  me..  "  the  playful  correction,  came  with  a  parted  smile,  leaving  the  last  syllable  to  purposely  rest  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue.  after  the  night  she  had,  it  was  a  blessing  she  wasn't  downing  the  bottle  in  one  big  sip.  quickly  finding  the  crystal  glasses,  she  poured  an  even  amount  in  both.  "  was  that  you  admitting,  you  watch  me  from  your  window?  "  she  peered  through  wispy  lashes  with  a  smile,  handing  him  a  glass.  "  you  can  admit  it.  i  won't  tell  ..  "  amusing  herself,  teetering  a  line  that  was  asking  to  be  crossed.  

– “SO,” EVA STOPS HIM IN THE HALLWAY, leaning up against the awning that leads out into the courtyard. “ what’s your stance on birthdays ? are you one of those people who hates to acknowledge them and just wants the day to pass quietly ? ” she asks, tilting her head slightly – she feels like he’d secretly be endeared the attention, despite trying to brush it off. pisces energy. “ or am i allowed to wish you a happy one ? ” 

going from being a starving music student slash being in a band to almost full time working in a restaurant was... well how should nico put it... not exactly ideal? if anything it was something he was getting used to and some shifts were better than others, mainly the ones when he could work with thomas. so here he was, turning up to work with an extra coffee for his favorite coworker. if anything, nico was just happy to have a new musician friend in nyc, since he seemd to have left all of those back in california. “goodmorning!” he greeted thomas as soon as he saw him, maybe a little too enthusiastic for the time of day. the coffee he’d just gotten for himself may or may not be his third that day. “i have a new piece of a song i need you to listen to later, just so you know. i want to know if it’s as bad as i think it is.”

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she was a mess.. emotions running high, caught between the sins of kissing another man who wasn't her husband, yet missing the way thomas' lips molded against hers. she tried to shake the thought away, only diving deeper into the hole, wondering what other parts of him felt like .. but she couldn't fathom those thoughts. so why was her mind still wandering as anthony laid beneath her. compensating for her feelings, wishing he was the man next door. if she fucked him hard enough maybe she could get the other man out her head. her lips against tainted skin, hips rolling against his pelvis, as she chased her climax thinking only of the one man she couldn't have. their bodies positioned perfectly in front of the large paned windows were intent, as corrie's eyes darted to the left at the right time to see thomas, across the street. her naked silhouette, visible through the dim lights, as she arched her back making sure to keep her gaze on him. she wished they could switch places but for now this would do. the though of him watching her orgasm, only brought her closer to the edge, feeling the pressure build in her core. she came undone in minutes, easily the best orgasm she'd had in forever all from the man next door, and he never had to lay a finger on her. with a slight pant, she rested her head against her husbands chest, eyes still glued across the way, knowing she wouldn't be able to stay away from him any longer.

– IT’S A BEAUTIFUL FALL DAY OUT, one of the last good ones probably, so most students are out soaking it up. eva expects a quiet dormitory, finishing up a report for mr. stewart when she hears the gentle lilt of an acoustic guitar lifting through the halls. it’s soft, but enough to pique her interest as she seeks out the source of the sound. she leans in the entrance of where tommy is playing, wordless for a moment. “ anyway, here’s wonderwall, ” she teases when he finally looks up at her. “ i think that last note should have been an e, actually. ” she knows it’s rude to say, but she can’t stop herself from correcting.