#lcvedecayed

"There's a good girl — go on and touch yourself. Feel yourself up." His praise comes in a gravelly drawl, the lively brunette's cute little bra tossed to the side and forgotten in favor of the creamy breasts now exposed to his hungry gaze. "Fuck me, I just knew you'd have perfect tits!" A calloused palm grabs at the pillowy mound available to it, molding and shaping the flesh like an artist sculpting at his clay. This is just a taste of what Solo's been waiting for from Billie, ravenous as a stray dog and well past obsessed. The way that he pushes himself into her is absolutely shameless, hard cock pressing against the firm bubble of her pert ass. "The things I'm going to do to you," he promises in a fevered rush. "Gonna have you beggin', baby."

"Come sit on my lap, little girl." He pats the spot that's quickly becoming hers. "Let me read this contract to you." A pause. "If you have any underwear on, best remove it before you do."

she wished she could have reached out and touched him, brought him some comfort. " no, no. of course that's not what i want. " her head shook quicker than she intended and hoped no one would clock it and pay closer attention to them. " i'm just ... i'm worried we're going to get caught and it's going to ruin things. "

"It's not that I don't want to tattoo you." Stella's voice trailed off, pink dusting her cheeks. Her machine was in her car. It would be easy enough to do. It felt too intimate though. Her stomach rolled with butterflies at the thought of getting so closed to think. "I just make a point not to tattoo people that-" that she liked. "What if we get in a fight and stop being friends and then you're stuck with a permanent reminder? It'd suck, right?"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. It's only-" Luke paused to push his meal from his lap, the nearly drained body hitting the floor with a dull thud. They'd be dead in the next few minutes, maybe seconds. "It's only a bit of blood." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose when they didn't calm down. "You wouldn't let me feed from you. What do you expect me to do?"

"No, I know it's late." Eden chewed on her bottom lip and shifted where she stood. It was cold on their doorstep. She was shocked they'd even opened up so late. Or at all. "I, um, I couldn't sleep." No, she didn't want to sleep, but that part remained unsaid. So did did the fact that she desperately wanted to escape being alone. "Felt like I was going crazy at home, and I just-" she couldn't think of anywhere else to go. "Can I come in? Please?"

disbelieving scoff is quick to fall from her lips. brushes an errant curl from her eyes, quirking an eyebrow — equal parts indignant and suspecting. " if you wanted to be good at this, you would make more of a concerted effort not to fuck it up. " can't believe she even feels the need to say that out loud. but it was true what they say: a man who wants to, will. " but you don't. so is there a point? — is there someone else? what is it? "

"will you just... show me, please?" dove would call this research, but admittedly there was more to it than that. she'd been friends with dakota a while, securing the role of mimi in rent was a good excuse as any to spend more time around her, only exacerbating the crush she'd had on the other girl. "i want it to look natural when i dance on stage and i've never even seen you do it, despite the fact that it's your literal job. surely you can show me a something."