They continued, yelling over the noise of the nightclub. ( 🎵 )
???: Come over tonight! Poppy: Is that a question? ???: You think I'd let you say no? Poppy: That's not how you're supposed to talk to a lady! ???: Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a one around! I'd love to meet her!
Poppy: What if I'm here with someone? ???: What like a date? Poppy: Sure! ???: Ditch 'em! I'm calling dibs! Poppy: People who text me back get dibs! You're supposed to be on a completely different coast! ???: Look, I'm sorry I tried to surprise you! I won't do it again- promise!
Poppy: And what if I say no?
The corners of his mouth turned up into the smirk of someone who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. They were similar in that way she supposed. She smiled at him, her own lips teasing his right back as she considered her response.
Orange Bailey Moon wasn't someone you told no.
And it wasn't because of his rich superstar parents, or any sort of unchecked fame quirk. It was his easy smile; the kind that reached up past his mouth to deep brown eyes and made you want to fall right in.
Nothing ever phased him- he was a boulder off a rocky Coast in the unswimmable ocean, battered daily by the waves and wind- yet strong and constant against an unpredictable tide. Always with that warm smile that held a secret for you and only you. Poppy enjoyed making him squirm.
He coaxed her against him, letting out something between a growl and a hiss as his lips pressed his final plea against her ear. "Please don't make me beg Poppy. You know I will."
009 enjoyed bringing big men to their knees- it was one of her favorite pastimes. But she had genuinely taken a liking to Orange over the last few months and had tortured him long enough tonight.
Poppy: Meet me outside in 5? Orange: Is that a question?
Poppy: That's a yes idiot!
