#therollcall

[#6.]           there was something oddly sexy about the girl pulling herself on top of her, and normally ava wouldn’t like losing the control. but she could easily take it back — and she was about to. experienced hands moved up the girls sides, dragging along the smooth skin and smirking to herself. god, the things ava wanted to do to her... humming to herself, she leaned back from kissing her bare chest and laid down. despite the stature she had, ava was quite strong  —  at least her arms were. she had pulled the girl onto her, and held her close. just to make sure she had her fully in her arms, under her control. “are you gonna be a good girl for me?” she questioned smoothly, delicately. a roughness to the woman’s voice. after that she had pulled the girl onto her lips and began to slowly lap at the sweetness between her legs.

[#21.]          was this what happened when a tinder date went right? maybe it was just that carnal desire the minute they met; some instant chemistry. when the option for dessert came around, deacon was quick to suggest they take it back to his place. but he didn’t expect her on top of him, especially not after he had spent about twenty minutes with his head between her legs. “oh---ho, jeez, yeah! yeah, that’s... that’s good your... you feel good on top of me.” he stuttered out a bit, his length harder than ever pressing up against her as the tip rubbed against her clit. he was overly sensitive, and the teasing? it was doing it for him. it was really doing it for him. “god. you’re hot. you’re really hot, y’know that? like, hotter than the sun, probably. what’s hotter than the sun? i don’t think anything. right? scientifically, nothing’s hotter than the son?” he was breathlessly speaking, hips arching up to meet her rhythm best as possible.

“has anyone ever told you how absolutely photogenic you are? like.. wow. i might have to keep these to myself.“

“I’m sorry.” It’s awkward. He’s never good with formal conversations about Feelings. Like Tripp always says, Noah can’t write song lyrics because that would mean he actually felt something. He doesn’t know why he’s like this; it’s out of sight, out of mind. Staying busy, texting other people, and avoiding them -- it’s just easier than having to explain he’s confused about what he wants. “Seriously, it’s my bad.” Noah cringes inwardly, hating how much he sounds like his father. He’s supposed to be better than that.