#intimaecys

"  i  didn't  mean  to  be  away  for  so  long  .  "  frown  toys  at  her  lips  ,  arms  wrapping  around  her  lover's  neck  .  "  my  parents  just  kept  dragging  me  to  things  ,  wouldn't  stop  forcing  me  to  go  to  this  or  that  .  " / @intimaecys

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.”

"—and that's why i'm never letting you set me up with one of your friends again. what a total fucking bust," lula sighed, draining off the last of her drink before tapping her fingers against the side of her glass. a stray drop of the liquor had made it to the outside, which she promptly swiped up and brought the digit to her mouth. "seriously, where do you find these people?"

"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?"

she could fool herself all she wanted by insisting she came here for love, above anything else. it would be nice to find, of course. but the second she met all those original men, and every bombshell that followed, she knew the chances were slim. there were moments when she wondered if it was worth enduring this—the money, opportunities, followers, whatever she had convinced herself to come on this show for. she wasn't sure she remembered anymore. but then she'd get to have a moment with shannon and she'd think, just maybe... technically, there was nothing stopping her from exploring connections with the other women; she knew that. but every chance she had to go pull any of them for a chat, she found herself hesitating. but now that casa amor was here... bronte decided it was high time she said fuck it—that's what this whole "challenge your relationships" bullshit was for anyway. and what better challenge than to finally taste the temptation that's been just out of reach the whole time? the gasps and shrieks and squeals of delight around them when bronte kissed her was only fuel to her fire, even if the sound quickly faded to mere background noise. her hand finds the back of shannon's neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. the cameras, the other islanders, nothing else was on her mind as she settled into shannon's lap, pressing close against her chest. bronte nips at her lower lip before kissing her again, taking her sweet time in the moment because she knew that she could.

huh  ?  i  thought  you  said  you  were  good  at  multitasking  .  "  besides  ,  it  isn't  as  though  there  is  anything  particularly  interesting  about  the  movie  they've  been  watching  for  an  hour  .  just  another  slasher  that  they'd  agreed  to  watch  because  nothing  on  netflix  looked  interesting  enough  .  "  lips  continue  to  trail  along  lora's  neck  ,  soft  and  just  barely  touching  her  skin  .  "  i'm  bored  .  it's  obvious  who  the  killer  is  .  "  so  romy  had  taken  to  touching  her  girlfriend  instead  ,  blushing  all  the  while  because  she  isn't  often  the  first  to  initiate  intimacy  .  "  i'll  be  quiet  while  you  watch  your  movie  ,  i  promise  .  "  presses  a  firmer  kiss  along  the  other's  pulse point  ,  fingers  dancing  along  lora's  toned  stomach  .  shows  patience  ,  breath  only  quickening  as  her  hands  wander  lower  and  under  lora's  jeans  . 

she just needed a moment. but she had been waiting outside of the bathroom for twenty minutes already, and assumed there were more than one person inside. she was about to leave the cramped hallway of the party she was at and just go home until she came face to face with joan and her breath hitched. god. she missed her. "oh." she saw her around a lot. but anna had pushed herself even further into the closet than she was before. and it was pretty widely known, but she couldn't forget joan's hands on hers even though it had been years. "just so you know... i'm not like that anymore. it was a phase." no one asked, of course. she blurted out the information desperately because she was slightly drunk and incredibly needy. more of a reminder to herself than anything.

"  this  is  really  symbolic  ,  "  murmurs  ,  trying  her  hardest  not  to  appear  shaken  up  .  the  truth  is  ,  romy  doesn't  quite  enjoy  confined  spaces  .  so  she  is  patient  ,  tries  to  laugh  it  off  as  though  it  is  nothing  to  be  worried  about  .  it  isn't  .  lora's  friends  are  being  obnoxious  ----  trying  to  poke  fun  at  the  two  for  being  so  openly  affectionate  .  "  i  didn't  know  closets  could  come  this  small  ,  "  murmurs  with  a  shaken  laugh  .  leave  it  to  her  to  make  a  display  of  her  privilege  wherever  she  goes  .  do  her  girlfriend's  friends  not  like  her  ?  do  they  think  romy  is  just  like  all  other  rich  people  ?  the  thought  alone  makes  her  entire  body  itch  with  worry  .  doesn't  help  her  anxiety  ,  her  fear  of  the  dark  ,  and  discomfort  with  the  tight  "  lor  ,  "  calls  out  softly  .  "  i  think  i  need  a  distraction  .  .  .  i'm  freaking  out  .  "  arm  extends,  reaching  out  to  grab  at  lora's  wrist  .  "  should  we  sing  a  song  ?  or  .  .  .  we  could  play  a  game  .  "