#lipsealeds

                        ‘  it’s  over  so  fast,  ’  femme  gripes,  turning  her  body  towards  the  other  on  the  couch  as  her  delicate  fingers  lift  to  entangle  in  her  hair.  it  was  a  terrible  habit  to  twist  the  silky  strands  between  her  fingers  when  she  was  feeling  pent  up,  and  despite  warnings  from  several  hairdressers  it  was  a  habit  she  continued  to  resort  to  in  moments  like  these.  ‘  i  mean,  shit  ..  ’  lower  lip  becomes  momentarily  caught  between  her  teeth  as  she  regards  them  ——  her  carefully  manicured  nails  ghosting  over  the  bare  skin  of  her  thighs  just  beneath  the  hem  of  her  skirt.  a  breathy  sighs  slips  past  her  lips,  eyelashes  fluttering  softly  before  she  speaks  again.  ‘  if  i  have  to  lie  in  missionary  one  more  time  i  think  i’ll  lose  it.  ’

               baylor rarely came back to town once he had left it for good. the wound his pride had once suffered had him associating the very name of this town and the she-devil who lived in it leave a bitter taste on his tongue. simply seeing the large green sign that marked his entrance back to smallsville, usa was enough to push baylor’s mood in a downward spiral. but what kind of man would he be to leave his dying mother behind due to his own personal trauma? not much of one, that’s what. the love that he held for his family overpowered the hatred he had for anything else in his past. his mother had spent her entire lifetime giving him everything he needed and more, and now it was his turn to pay his dues to her by doing the same. as soon as the male had arrived back in town square, the familiar street names and shops filling his vision, he pulls into what was once his favorite little coffee shop. turning off the engine once parked, the male strolls into the establishment, immediately recognizing the warm face at the register as he makes his way towards it, happy greetings exchanged with mary lou as she dotes on about how much he’s grown, how much the town missed him, all things he heard every time he came home to visit his mother. the only difference this time around was that he was back for much longer than a weekend. turning around once he’s finally managed to place his order, the figure behind him that he almost runs into stops him in his tracks, and his warm demeanor immediately fades.   “   ... gwen.   ”   the male mutters, immediately looking away from the female. it was far too soon for him to face the wicked witch, and he’s almost spiteful at the very fact that he was just that damn unlucky.   “   i’m gonna go over to the corner furthest away from you, thank you very much.   ”

“ you uh... you have a ride home? “ what’s meant to be a normal question between friends sounds a bit strange coming from his mouth. after all, he’s never really been the type to be just concerned ; cameron typically exhibits normal human emotions like they’re too outlandish for his system. and well, even under the dimness of the street light, he probably wouldn’t be able to successfully deny the flush to his cheeks, no matter how hard he tries. their friends are disappearing one by one, getting into their cars or cabs they booked, and he’s left with her, lingering awkwardly when he should’ve left minutes ago after a witty quip or something of the sort. “ i can... drive you if you want. “

       “  how long are we going to be here  ?  ”  his ask is simply standard procedure  (  though nowhere in his job description does it state he should ask questions with such impatience in his tone  ), arms folded across his chest as he looks down at her inquisitorially. needless to say, domenico isn’t one to usually spend his time perusing around the local malls  ––  but his new circumstances now account for his latest change in scenery.  “  you’re supposed to be back within the hour, you know  ..  ”  the dark haired male knew to set his expectations accordingly, having grown far too familiar with her tendencies  &  (  lack of  )  punctuality in her day-to-day affairs. it was as if his life had been transformed entirely to account for another person, but dom took his job too seriously to ever be hindered by such factors.  “  what do you need a new dress for anyway  ?  ”

there’s a quiet giggle falling from her lips as she shifts next to the other. emery’s come to enjoy nights like these. sure, it wasn’t the perfect night any other college student would describe, but watching a movie with your best friend instead of going out and partying was something the redhead preferred. “i can’t believe you’re skipping that mixer just to hang out with me. i mean, i know the guys in phi psi are bad but they must be really bad.” there’s a brief pause as emery’s nose crinkles up and she pops a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth. “my roommate has some alcohol in the fridge if you want some. i mean, i have to thank you for spending time with me somehow.”

he wasn’t certain if it’d constitute as a real date, taking into consideration the circumstances of their faux relationship. though part of the agreement had been she attend his races, as any genuine girlfriend would. that’s what had him at her doorstep, bouquet of flowers as he knew for certain his ex would be at the track. it was all part of the gimmick, hype it up as if their relationship was the cure to all their lives misery and not some petty high school tactics to achieve their means. one press of the door bell and he was seemingly nervous, a foreign concept for one who seemed to effortlessly breeze through life without much of a care. and as the door swung open, his heart stopped for a moment, grin growing as he took in the female that stood before him. he couldn’t help but chuckle at her attire, rolling his eyes playfully upwards. “please tell me you’re not actually wearing to the track.” he teased. “it’s an illegal event, not a dinner with my parents. wear something you can sprint in if the police show, my mom’s the deputy but she can only do so much to keep us out of cuffs, unless you know you’re into that then we can just skip the tracks.” a small chuckle escaped his lips, uncertain if she caught the humor in his lines or if she’d taken him seriously, regardless he found it best to clarify. “i’m kidding, but really, get into something more comfortable, we’ve got a long a night and you’ll probably still look better than half the people there.”

                        ‘  i  thought  you  said  your  brother  was  gonna  be  here,  ’  male  observes  as  he  enters  the  room,  adjusting  his  ball  cap  before  shoving  his  hands  into  his  pockets.  there’s  a  slight  grin  on  his  features,  prominent  as  always  ——  a  physical  display  of  his  effortlessly  sunny  disposition.  his  shoulders  tilt  forward  slightly  as  he  drops  his  gaze  down  to  her  and  his  hands  push  deeper  into  his  pockets.  ‘  we  were  supposed  to  get  a  beer  ...  ’  he  trails  off  as  his  gaze  befalls  her,  drifts  from  the  top  of  her  head  down  to  the  floor  beneath  her  feet  where  it  stays  stuck  for  a  moment.  it  was  so  hard  to  look  at  her  and  resist  her  ...  it  was  much  easier  when  she  couldn’t  see  just  what  she  was  doing  to  him  with  her  presence  alone.

she can hear her friend’s protests in the background as emerald hues practically glare daggers into the male on the dance floor, begging her not to get up from her seat; but as the seconds pass, she can feel the anger in her veins growing more and more. she hated how bold he was being, dancing with another girl   (   whose bleach blonde hair was just ghastly to look at   )   when she was right there, and she couldn’t take it much longer.   “   you know what? fuck this.   ”   she doesn’t have to take this; she’s way too fuckin’ gorgeous to spend her night with no male company on her arm. pushing herself out of the chair, heels clack against the floor as she stalks across the room, scanning the vicinity for the first eligible bachelor she could spy. and as soon as she did, she’s grabbing him by the arm, a quick ‘ hope you can dance ’ muttered as she drags the stranger close to the center of the dance floor. once she’s positioned in an area where she’s certain that she was visible to tomas, the blonde begins guiding his hands over her petite figure, tongue running against her teeth.   “   my name’s harper, i don’t care to learn yours; but i do need a favor. i need you to look like i’m the tastiest meal you’ve ever seen and you haven’t eaten in weeks.   ”   her instructions come with the intent to make tomas jealous, trying to capture his gaze from across the room while she finds her way into the stranger’s hair, pulling his face down to her neck.   “   and do a good job, you’ve got an audience.    ”