Last night wasn't enough. It would never be enough. She was beautiful--- no, breathtaking beyond words! And she'd always have the honor of being her first. Every time they went at it left something to remember and since then, she'd became instantly addicted.

In her half-slumber Nattie turned in her sleep a bit, scooting back on the big spoon sharing in the bed with her, backside wiggled against Rhea's warm front. Unsure if the other woman was awake to a degree, the blonde would keep "adjusting" as if she wanted their bodies to mesh together as one.

an    eyebrow    is    raised    in    her    direction    the    couple    of    months,    couple    of    years    they    lost    contact    …     done    little    for    him    to    keep    himself    in    check.    same    ol’,    same    ol’    moxley,    huh    ?    maybe    he    would    always    be.    maybe    he’d    always    be    the    same    kind    of    bitch.    “    you    gonna    cry    over    a    teenager    with    a    dead    rat    on    his    lip    ?    that ... really⸺    ?    “    shakes    his    head    slightly,    should    perhaps    find    gentler    words,    treat    the    case    tenderly.     fuck,    he    never    learned    how    to.    “    thought    ya    had    better    taste.    “

hands    are    pushed    into    the    pockets    of    the    jeans    he    wears,    shoulders    are    shrugged    and    moxley    looks    back    at    her    unimpressed.    “    ya    can    act    all    cranky    and    shit    over    me    turning    up    here    ⸺    that    anger    ain’t    meant    for    me.    “     regardless    of    a    lack    of    being    invited,    he    pushes    past    her    into    her    home.    enters    a    place    he’d    seen    before    (    a    couple    of    times    at    least    )    and    yet    feels    like    a    complete    stranger    at.    all    still    the    same    somehow    and    yet,    none    is    as    it    was.    “    daddy    long    legs    not    hanging    ‘round    ?    guess    you’ll    have    to    deal    with    me    giving    a    shit    instead    then.    “

time has proven , again and again , that seth is not a man easily surprised. always several steps ahead , it'd become as much a game in the ring as it did here , behind closed doors. where three texts of varying patience lead him down a hallway , up a flight of stairs , and into a room always , somehow , darker than his own. funny , considering that way rhea's taken to stoking his flames. nursing excitement. taps sharp , black nails against his jaw or his shoulder.. drags them across his scalp in a showcase of affection he chooses , perhaps unwisely , to believe sincere. but she gives him reason when they're like this. without restraints. without prying eyes. just the taste of her lipstick licked off his teeth and new giddiness in seth's belly.

❝ when your eyes are on me , i feel like something worth seeing. ❞

knees are aching where he's planted them , yes , but numbness wards it off. turns eyes skeptical and searching when they've flicked up to find hers. digs about in a short - lived effort to see signs this would end badly for him. that the inked up fingers , coiled in his hair , are there for more than this idle play. " c'mahn babe.. you an' i both know you can't possibly mean that. " suggesting that rhea , instead , is stroking his ego ? doubt doubles. triples.

" you're rhea friggin' ripley.. since when have you ever needed anyone else to make you feel like you're worth something ? " it tingles , disbelief a rich partner while seth's chuckle starts and stops in a single breath. it starts and stops with the weight of a hum. the click of his tongue. " you gonna put me in timeout , i ask what's up ? i mean , i'll go , but you'll have to carry me there , if you actually expect me to stay. " | @wreckitrhea

jonah    had     wished     she     could     see     the    beauty    that    he    saw    in    her.          he    wasn’t    sure     if     he    realized    how     she    had    the     world    in    the    palm    of     her    hand        ,        yet    demi    managed     to    ocassionally     need     reassurance.          [ SHE WAS BEYOND PERFECT  ].          jonah     always    wondered    why    he    didn’t     just    tell     her     sooner        ;         but     better     late     than     never.          their     relationship    was    strong.         so    strong     that    they     have    began    speaking     about    a     future    together.           jonah had always seen a future with her.         his     head    was    propped     up     his    hand     underneath    his    elbow    as    he     laid    beside     her.          aftercare    between    them    was    always     incredibly     intimate        even    before     they    decided     to     put     a     label     on     their     relationship.