#wearenightlock

we-are-nightlock

devitheart

"More new people then?"

Pick, pick, pick... Dammit! Hey, have you seen a guitar pick? I lost mine, and it's the only one I have...

Amuse me/ Love me:

Rose Rolled over, reaching out her hand to touch Ty. But he wasn't there. "Tyler?" She lifted her head up from her pillow, looking to see where he was. "Babe, what's wrong?" She asked, seeing that he was sitting at the edge of the bed with his face in his hands.

She pulled her self up, scooting over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her face on his bare back. "What's wrong?" She whispered. She could hear him mumbling something, but she couldn't make it out, his voice being muffled by his hands. She let out a small laugh as she rubbed his back. "I can't understand mumbles."

He moved his hands so that he could speak clearer. "I'm juss thinking is all," He whispered back. She kissed his back, "Thinking bout' what?" she asked, peeking her face over his shoulder to see his face better. She had an Idea of what it was about.

He looked up, smiling softly up at Rose. "Well, we keep having sex wit out using anything. It's like we're asking for something to happen..." Rose kissed his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. "We're not asking for anything to happen...IT's just the heat of the moment, we don't take the time to think...we only do." Which was the truth, she knew there was a risk, especially since they had an accident their first time.

"Everything will be okay, We care about each other...Well I don't know about you," She kissed his cheek. "But I care about you a lot, and I'm not going to worry about this, If it happens, then it was meant to." She hugged him tighter. "Now Come'ta bed love, before'ya worry'ya self ta death." She laughed, trying to speak with a British accent. Ty rubbed his face before turning to laugh at her failed attempt at the accent. "Wha was that?" he shook his head, "No..." he chuckled, 

Rose laid back, crawling back under the sheets, "What?" She smiled. Tyler turned around, crawling back towards her, "Just no love...no" He laughed. He laid down beside her, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her close as they laid in the dark, the street lights shining in through the curtains, the only light in the room.

"It's going to be okay, we have each other and that's all that matters right now right?" She placed her hand on his chest as she snuggled herself closer. "Right," he sighed, kissing the top of her head. "Doesn't matta though, still going to be stressing over it."

"Nooo,"She whined. "What can I do to make it better, Will a cup'a tea, calm ya nerves?" She laughed, trying the accent again. Ty looked at her with a serious look, "No, a cup'a tea won't calm me nerves." Rose sat up, raising an eyebrow. "Want to touch my boobs?"

Ty shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. Yes, He thought. But instead pulled out the pillow he was laying on, and smacked it softly into Rose's face, "Go ta sleep babe, I'm fine."

"Hey!...That's not nice!" She picked up the pillow and smacked him back. They both began to laugh, wrestling and poking at each other. After a few moments, Rose climbed on top of him, pinning his arms down, Ty reaching up for a kiss. "Doing it again!" He pulled away, smiling up at her.

"See, we don't think, we just do." She leaned down, kissing the tip of his nose, she climbed off and back under the covers. "Maybe we should go to sleep..." she nodded, wrapping her arm over him. "Before we jump into baby making." Tyler looked down at her, the serious look was back.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She laughed, reaching for his hand. She closed her eyes pretending to fall asleep. She held onto his hand as she guided it down the front of her shirt and under, resting it onto her breast. "Feel better?" She whispered.