@takesfar / continued from here .
there's something between a scoff & a snicker that wants to exude , but he keeps it pushed down . this isn't how he wants to be with her ― but of course , only has himself to blame for that . it wasn't like him to react with anger , but her words were adding salt to the wound ... fully believes none of his bandmates would fuck her out of respect to him , but at the end of the day , there's no way to say that with one-hundred percent conviction . “ if you wanna be known as nothing but a groupie slut , then by all means , olive . have at it , give it your best fuckin' shot . ” there's no masking the vexation within tone , & he doesn't try to , just the same way she can't hide it in hers . felt like they were two strangers looking back at each other right now ... he hates it . apologizing didn't do anything ... begging for her forgiveness didn't do anything . where else was he supposed to put all of these emotions ? will look back on it later and regret everything he said , but not right now .
the sting is abrupt , but does well in pulling him out of seemingly endless thoughts of self pity . stunned , yes , but also fully expected it . is sort of surprised it took her this long to smack him ... the venom from his previous words still ever present on his tongue . cheek burns , and is acutely aware that the shape of her hand is most likely pressed into the space . finds it difficult to even focus on the vileness of her words , as he's frozen in place from it . almost just as unsuspecting as the slap in general , a faint , amused , grin pulls at grey's lips ... a soft , dry , chuckle bubbling up from the back of his throat . but he doesn't move , doesn't put any more space between them even slightly . remains there , their noses brushing against one another as teeth sink into lesser brim . ( a half assed attempt at hiding his smirk . ) “ i don't believe you ... ” wants to say more , to defend why he thinks that , it's not worth it . he's a centimeter from her face , & he can't think of quite literally anything else , other than kissing her right now . maybe the pair had reached a new level of toxicity ― her smacking him across the face making him laugh , and intrigued . he liked it . neck cranes , cocked to the side , her perfume infiltrating all of his senses . palm moves from it's place against the wall & resides against the slope of her neck ... a gentle motion in comparison to what she'd just given him , though has no intentions to keep it such . brims ghost over hers , before they're slotted together . there's nothing slow , or loving about it .
thumb and index press into her throat , as he kisses her , all but shoving his tongue into the vicinity of her mouth . she very well could push him off , he could be reading this tension entirely wrong , but he'd accept that if it came . right now ... it feels borderline euphoric having her pressed to him like this , his hands on her & the taste of her on his tongue . had missed this , missed her . maybe words weren't enough , maybe she could feel it now .
