bored as feck so here’s 3 teasers from a few scenes in my incredibly long ass ghost fic rn:
He refocuses on the photo and looks closer. In the background of it, in the otherwise empty cafe, there’s two more employees. They both wear the pale blue aprons that seem to be the uniform, and one holds some sort of spray or aerosol can in the air, making the second person turn away, further toward the camera.
The woman cowering from whatever she’s about to get sprayed with looks happy though. She wears an overjoyed expression, mouth wide open in a half laugh half yelp, hands pushed toward the threatening can and eyes squeezed shut. She looks like she’s having a good time.
The woman manages to grab the strawberries and she straightens up, spinning around and getting hair in her face for her efforts.
The happy woman from the Honeypot photo.
Simon tries his breathing exercise again, but you’re just so close and holding out the fruit like he’s meant to take it and he hasn’t been this close to another person in months and you’re the same woman from that photo he liked the same woman from the picture that made him want to visit Honeypot and he messes up his breathing exercise.
He hasn’t felt so much in weeks, hasn’t been this consumed with his own pleasure and desire in too long, and he can already feel the telltale pulling his gut, the tightening in his muscles. Precum spills over his slit, slipping over the tip in a hazy stripe before dripping to the bottom of the bathtub, and it looks filthy to Simon. He lets his mouth drop open as he watches, unable to resist stroking his fist again.
He tightens his grip a little and squeezes at the head of his dick gently, eyes fixed on another drop of precum that he milks out of his cock.