#intimaecys

flushed warm and giddy isn't often a state monica finds herself in — has more of a handle on her emotions than to wear them so openly. just can't help herself, though. has had such a wonderful evening with carrie that she finds herself smiling to the point that her cheeks hurt. has to remember to send a text to thank the friend that set them up. probably not tonight, though. the evening is getting on and she knows that by typical date standards they should probably be wrapping things up. she just doesn't want to part yet. "did you... want to come to my place maybe? for a night cap?" is that a thing people even say anymore? she isn't sure. briefly wonders if it's been substituted as a euphemism for what else might go on after a first date. "no funny business. i promise. just... if you wanted to wrap up the night together, maybe?"

"y'know, i was literally about to head out... possibly to see you, but i was pretending i was gonna go study. picked up all my books and everything." quinn leaned against the doorframe, pretending to play coy although the very sight of georgie had her stomach doing a god damn somersault. "did you miss me or something? you gotta crush on me, dork?"

the  scent  of  of  warm  vanilla  body  wash,  announced  naomi  before  her  voice  did.  she  lingered  in  the  doorway,  backlit  by  the  hall’s  amber  glow.  “professor  —  ”  she  drawled,  the  word  warm  and  honey  thick  with  sleep.  “it’s  half  past  madness.  even  keats  needs  sleep  baby."  naomi  crossed  the  room  in  barefoot  strides,  hands  settling  on  wife's  shoulders,  thumbs  pressing  into  the  rigid  knots  beneath  her  sweater.  “come  to  bed. ” pink  lips  grazing  the  shell  of  coraline’s  ear.  “i’ll  suffer  through  your  defense  of  post modern deconstruction,  and  i’ll  even  let  you  hog  the  sheets.”

"  stop  it  ,  "  squeals  playfully  ,  gentle  laughter  flittering  past  her  lips  .  always  so  keenly  aware  of  the  world  around  them  whenever  lora  touches  her  this  way  .  mouth  on  her  neck  ,  dragging  a  line  of  kisses  up  the  side  .  doesn't  ever  actually  want  the  other  to  stop  ,  though  .  she'll  be  careful  ,  cautious  for  the  both  of  them  .  "  that  tickles  .  "  remains  still  ,  though  .  pulse  jumps  under  her  skin  ,  hands  quickly  reaching  out  to  try  to  establish  some  boundary  between  them  .  fails  when  her  fingers  entangle  themselves  in  loose  curls  and  suddenly  ,  she's  simply  humming  in  encouragement  .  "  i'm  sorry  about  them  .  "  always  feels  the  need  to  apologize  ,  find  some  way  to  soften  the  swift  blows  her  parents  throw  their  way  .  "  it's  not  personal  .  "  and  it  truly  isn't  .  no  one  could  ever  be  good  enough  for  romy  ,  friend  or  otherwise  .  if  they  don't  carry  around  an  influential  last  name  ,  they  simply  aren't  worth  investing  time  in  .  if  only  it  were  so  simple  for  romy  .  has  a  way  of  seeing  the  world  differently  ,  especially  in  lora's  company  .  how  is  there  reconciling  with  two  people  who  will  always  view  the  world  in  black  and  white  ?  "  they  just  .  .  .  they  don't  like  not  being  able  to  tell  me  who  i  can  and  can't  be  friends  with  .  "  friends  .  the  word  feels  wrong  as  soon  as  she  speaks  it  aloud  .  lora  isn't  her  friend  .  not  when  lora's  belongings  are  scattered  across  romy's  apartment  .  when  they  share  a  bed  each  night  ,  a  bathroom  each  morning  .  and  oh  ,  romy  knows  exactly  what  the  other  woman  tastes  like  on  her  tongue  ,  has  become  acquainted  with  every  inch  of  lora's  body  .  "  do  you  think  they'll  notice  if  we  disappear  for  a  little  while  ?  "  /  @intimaecys

" are you going to complain about my attitude the entire night ? " she whispered at the other's ear, " or are you going to fuck me ? " darkened hues resting on their features, taking a step back as lips find the rim of her gin & tonic. another party held by friends, only for them to excuse themselves from all the festive. " at some point, they will start to wonder where we disappeared too, " she taunts, as a smirk tugs at painted lips.

❛ what i wouldn’t do to get out of here. live in one of them penthouses all the celebrities buy. ❜

"the fact that these people aren't even doctors, doing what we do day in and day out, is somehow worse." harmony's brow furrowed, the thought that these old men were fighting for a cause they most likely didn't even participate in the way she did was annoying. she did nod though, since a few million would get her to live a little bit more comfortable than usual. anything to put toward her divorce lawyer's bill, she would be grateful for. the touch against her hip lingered in a way that caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. paying attention to words instead of touches here had to be her superpower. new york living had so far shaped up to be just fine, not too big of a change of pace, and she was grateful. nights like tonight made the move well-earned. "mm, so big-brained and a strong backbone. i like steakhouses, by the way. for future reference when you take me out." her hip bumped against edie's, leaning further into her. "peds is a great gig. i've heard the frozen soundtrack more times that i'd care to admit, and i can be lulled asleep to the sounds of babies crying, but the downsides are few and far between other than that." @intimaecys

as she rolls her shoulders back she feels a muscle somewhere in the back of her neck protest at the movement, causing a little wince of complaint to fall from her lips. maeve flops herself down onto her couch and lets her gaze settle upon her company. "come, sit." waves a hand towards the plush length of it. doesn't need to invite charlie to make herself comfortable. "i had an early morning class so i'm a little tense still but i'm glad you could come over." has brushed shoulders with charlie so many times; feels like their lives have somehow run parallel to one another. in her head that translates to it meaning something. needs to explore what that is and the only way to do that is by spending time together — something she's made a pointed effort in doing by inviting the other woman over for the evening. had suggested perhaps a movie and some wine, if she'd liked, but for the time being she figures a chat and catch up might just suffice. "how has your day been?"