#plot in source <3

sadie couldn't focus on the conversation that the pair was having. her eyes kept darting down to others' chest and her cheeks burned hot when she realized maeve wasn't wearing a bra. "so-sorry. what were you saying?" her eyes quickly darted up to her face, clearing her throat.

"don't you think that looks fun?" the girls on the screen writhed and moaned like women possessed, their hips rolling in clumsily coordination as they chased their individual highs through grinding their cunts together. the video was a personal favourite of suzanne's, found after a long night of searching for something to watch that wasn't made by two straight women trying to appeal to men. she'd been waiting for the right moment to show it to her best friend in the hopes that years of tension could be finally solved and after a blunt and a half smoked and their clothes half removed, it felt like as good a night as any. "i've always wanted to try that with a girl... i think it would feel so good." her nipples poked obscenely through the thin fabric of her cami and she let one hand trail absentmindedly up to brush over it, eliciting a soft hum as she finally turned to see her friend's reaction.

"i told you i wasn't good at relationships, so don't look at me like that." words sinking into the lamplight pooled across her duvet, and even the cotton seemed to bristle in judgment. "like im the bad guy." her divorce still rocked her world. even though she knew the man in front of her now would never hurt her, she wanted to explain that every soft gesture, his jacket draped over her chair, his toothbrush beside hers — pressed like a thumb on a bruise she pretended had healed.

when maggie wakes, it’s with a tired groan. the sunlight shining through the curtains is far too bright for so early in the morning and the covers are swiftly pulled higher over herself like some sort of shield, curling further into the warmth by her side for one blissful moment before she realises that whatever the source is feels much sturdier than a typical pillow. strange. with bleary eyes, she reluctantly decides to fight off sleep for another second to take a curious peek and soon wonders if she's actually still dreaming after all. “…this isn’t my room.”

“   i’m   pretty   sure   i   can   find   other,   better,   ways   to   pay   you.   i   have   some   ideas   in   mind.   ”

‘     you     can     relax,     he     isn't     coming     home     anytime     soon.     ’           drapes     white     linen     sheets     over     his     bare     chest,     no     intention     of     leaving     the     mattress     they     had     shared     just     the     night     before,     blanket     still     entwined     with     the     memory     of     their     limbs.           ‘     so     much     for     hating     my     guts.     ’           a     smirk     curves     across     features     as     he     watches     her     gather     discarded     articles     strewn     across     carpet.     were     it     not     for     the     lingering     presence     of     his     teammate,     also his     inconveniently     placed     roommate,     they     would     already     be     tumbling     into     a     second     round.     but     the     mere     thought     of     him     is     enough     to     have     her     scrambling.

it was like a slap to her face, couldn't believe the words coming from their lips. eyes fills with tears, even though lilac tries her hardest to resist it. "it was more than a kiss and you know it..."

"i'm only going to say this once: you're a fucking idiot." carter was at his limit with the niceties. he wasn't a very nice person to begin with, but when it came to them, he typically had all the patience in the world. / @fcxglove