#standaloner

Laurel ran her fingers along the edge of her skirt and squeezed her bare legs together, still shocked from what she’d just done. Only a few minutes before, Frank had taken her on the patio, Professor Keating’s patio. In that twisting of arms and collision of tongues, he had moved away her panties just enough to slip inside her, exactly where she wanted him to be, exactly where she needed to feel him. It was a fleeting, clandestine embrace, consumed in the dark and destined to an incomplete, rushed pleasure. That’s why they decided to be selfish, to steal the hours of that long night and make a shelter to love each other in secret.

Now, all Connor needs to do is pray that Oliver is home and not at work. Hopefully it’s the former.

When Connor comes back into his life, even candles can’t save Oliver’s mental state.

Maybe Connor was making so much noise because he was getting violently ill in there.

At least in Connor’s eyes, there wasn’t.

Connor, so confident when he’s in control, is an entirely different person when he’s at Oliver’s whim.

He’s got it wrong (so wrong), but she lets him-trust her that is- because he’s so wide eyed and willing that Annalise can’t help but think, fuck it, we all have to learn sometime, right?