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Sometimes, Gabriel really didn’t know when to shut up and that pissed her off. It was one of those rare nights where the two actually didn’t have plans and thought that they’d try and be normal and spend an evening together. It was really just code for hanging out and sex, but she was at least trying to be civil and not start any type of argument. And for most of the night, it was working. He actually managed to not be a pain in the ass and, while she’d never tell him, he was actually being kind of cute. So it was painfully obvious that the moment he did decide to open his mouth and be annoying, it was when she was riding him. It wasn’t like she could just get off; that would make her double upset. Doing the obviously reasonable thing, she brought a hand to wrap around his throat, smirking down at him. “I bet you’d like if I did this,” she said as her hips slowed to a pace where she was just rocking gently on his lap. She watched his features, searching for any sign that this was not okay as she ran her thumb up and down his slender neck, putting the slightest of pressures. When he didn’t push her hand away, she began to move again, her hand tightening ever so slightly. And that was exactly how she kept up, enjoying how the action seemed to only pull moans and groans from him mixed with how quickly her hips rocked against him. She loved the control as her her hand loosened and tightened its hold on his throat until she felt herself come apart above him. It was only then did she drop her hand in favor of falling forward, panting heavily in his ear. “You know that I’m totally doing that again,” she whispered with a grin. “And something tells me you liked it too.”

It wasn’t unusual for the two to decide against plans of going out in favor of staying in, which was exactly what they had chosen this Friday night. Currently his lips were on her neck, nipping at her skin, her eyes half shut in pure pleasure as her hands threaded through his hair. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she heard something that caused her to pull away. “What?” She was sure she had heard him clearly but wanted to hear it again. Needed to be sure that was what she had heard. And without hesitation, he repeated himself, this time his words not muffled by his lips on her neck. “I want you to get on your knees.” Ever since they had gotten back together, she felt like that dominant, almost possessive side of him was making more and more appearances with very little ease, and she had zero complaints about it. A single digit came out to touch his chiseled jaw and she smiled. “I thought that’s what you said.” Never one to deny him, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before slinking her way down until she was on the floor in front of him. Her hands moved up and down his covered thighs, enjoying how he twitched as her hands got higher and higher. Just because he had wanted her to get on her knees for him, that didn’t mean she was going to give him what he wanted. At least not right away. “Is this what you wanted?” she asked, voice dripping in innocence as she would flirt with the waistband of his joggers before starting the descent down all over again. She knew what he wanted - what they both wanted - but she needed him to say it.

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Florence didn't remember feeling such a strong current of rage in a long time. The last time was likely related to work and something not going her way because of an unsatisfactory reason. But not this. This was a fully justified rage at seeing her boyfriend beaten up after he tried to protect her when someone was being an asshole in a club. She'd gotten him back to their apartment and applied ice and administered painkillers. She changed out of the tight dress and hells and then lay down in bed next to him. "I'm sorry, Ez. I'm so sorry." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his untouched temple.

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god, yes. as a screenwriter getting into rp really helped me improve the way i think my characters through when writing a script. the thing is i was taught to write the history first and then the characters but this whole thing showed i work waaaay better when i think the characters through first and then insert them into whatever setting i have in mind because then i know their minds. it helps with dialogue writing a lot and especially when i reach a deadend in my history, going back and reflecting on what i wrote about a character always helps me find a way out. it also helps me with my english, seeing as it's not my first language, it's a good everyday exercise. and i've met some pretty amazing people here too, i won't name drop but they know who they are and i really appreciate their friendship.

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