#yslaurcnt

he smiled and chuckled. he moved his hands to her hips and moved her hips but pushing on the right hip at the right moment. “si te robo un besito a ver te enojas conmigo ¿qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?” he sang along, grinning as he did. sure, this song was about cheating but well, it was a great beat and seducing her in a car? sounded fun. “there you go.” he said, as he guided her, pulling her flush against him as he moved along with the music, quite amusing that for once, he was better at something than his wife who was graceful and impressive in every other way - other than dancing.

@yslaurcnt | connections: ex (wife or gf), friends with benefits, the one that got away, friends, i’m down for anything.

idk what that means i am old and not hip to the lingo. ur replies are queued tho ur majesty. except nick walked out so go send me a meme so i can start a new one for him/james. 

━ “pizza and you naked?” his eyebrows raised in amusement, “that’s probably the best way i could spend my day, however…” his voice trailed off, as he still reluctantly got to his feet and collected his pants. “those cars won’t fix themselves.” shoving one foot in after the other, he watched her lay there, obviously not happy with his words. while it wasn’t a lie, there was more than cars he needed to tend to, as well. belt fastened, and shirt slipped on, he leaned over the bed to find her mouth - pressing his to hers and pulling back before she could object anymore. “later, j.”

━ “i’m not beating myself up over it!” he shouted, fire in his eyes as he turned back to look at james. he still knelt over his friend’s dead body - the one riddled with bullets. he had been on duty to look after james and it was clear there was still some bounty over her head, in particular. nick was, of course, beating himself up over it. yes, he had other things to do for the club so he couldn’t be watching over her however, he couldn’t deny that he had been using the prospects to be on protection duty so that he didn’t have to. finally, he rose to his feet and flipped open the burner phone, “it’s jesse, i need the truck,” he grunted, offering no more information. licking at his lips as he shut the phone, he turned back to her. “pack a bag, you’re gonna have to stay somewhere else.”

━ “what, like the chips?” max questioned, perplexed. max and gigi came from two completely different worlds that it was almost as if they had a language barrier sometimes. “i’m more of a lays man myself,” he continued on about potato chips while she stood there blinking at him. “anyway, so you were talking about what dress you were going to wear to this thing. what color suit do i gotta wear?”

i just like posting these and giving shoutouts to these lovely peeps !!