unspoken.

ellie smirks to herself; even if garrett can’t see it, she’s sure he can hear it in her voice. her smugness is quickly ruined by the fact he grabs her tightly and stalls her movements, a whimper accidentally escaping her mouth. “i thought you liked me on your dick,” she mumbles, a fake pout on her lips. she already knows it’s true or else she wouldn’t be here right now. there’s no other circumstance in which the two of them would choose to spend time together. “i can’t tease you but you can tease me?” despite her complaint she relaxes back against him, letting her thighs fall apart. “careful, garrett. i think i forgot to put on any panties tonight…”

THE WHIMPER IS EXACTLY THE REWARD GARRETT IS LOOKING FOR, confident that it was only the first of many that he would hear tonight. "i prefer when your mouth is involved." he counters, his voice light as he kisses up and down her neck, his thumb working lazy circles into the tender muscle of her thigh. "less nagging." his erection strained against the front of his jeans, eager for attention. with a long exhale, garrett manages to shift his focus away and he slides his fingers higher, creeping higher and higher up her thigh before he stops with a realization. "shit- did you do that for me, els?" he laughs, teasing as close as he can without actually touching her cunt. can't tell if she's as naked as she claims. "you want it so bad. i want to hear you ask for it." she's always so smug, he can't help but want this, to hear her beg for it.

noelle took a quiet beat to let her heavy-lidded gaze travel down the slicked sheen of his chest, taking in every inch of wet skin and damp jersey before her eyes casually drifted back up to lock onto his with a lazy smirk. accepting the heavy, dripping bundle without batting an eye, her fingers lingered against his skin for just a fraction of a second before she turned on her heel and carried his gear straight toward the laundry room. she tossed the drenched fabric into the dryer, setting the cycle before grabbing a plush, fresh towel that was still radiating sweet heat from the drum. strolling back into the living room, her silk housecoat swishing softly against her bare legs, she tossed the warm towel directly at his chest while completely ignoring the headphones sitting on her counter and the wild, unhinged dancing she’d been doing to full-volume pop music right before he knocked. "relax, i'm not going to shove you into a corner to wait out a storm. especially since i now know you're not some murderer. just the neighbor." noelle murmured with a gentle roll of her light eyes, her gaze tracing the sharp, lean cuts of his torso with slow appreciation as she gestured toward the kitchen. "though looking at you, you're practically skin and bones." no, he really wasn't. he was lean and hot. and yes, she noticed. "you need to get something in your system before you freeze to death. i was having wine, but i've got beer or something harder if you're trying to take the chill off..."

THE TOWEL LANDS SQUARE ON HIS CHEST, hand reflexively snapping up to catch the fabric, pining it against his bare skin. the moment the heat registers, leo's entire body deflates in relief. lifting the towel with bare hands, he buries his face in the fluffy cotton, uncaring how stupid he could look as he inhales a long, deep breath of warmth into his chilled lungs. warmth, and something floral and clean. her unique blend of soap and softener, burying into his senses. before the towel cools off completely, leo rubs it roughly along the rest of his body, removing that final mist of cold from his skin. "just the neighbour." he agrees, nodding his head. "leo. my name's leo." he had heard her friends call out her name before, "byeeeee noelleeee" drunkenly sang from over the fence but this was their first formal introduction. his first response to her jab is a soft snort of disbelief. she's admiring him openly, no attempt to hide the fact that she was considering him without any real propriety. he doesn't mind- it only makes them even for the way leo had been thankful for the sweet little hem of her robe, shorted by the curve of her ass to grant him what seems like miles of long leg to appreciate when she had been walking away from him. "doesn't seem like you've got a problem with any of the skin." he remarks. "a beer sounds like a great chaser."

ellie’s eyes flutter close at the brush of his lips on her skin, though they fly open as his teeth sink in. “fuck,” she hisses out, though his efforts at scolding her only serve to put fuel on the fire. “what’s the matter, garrett?” she knows, of course, a smirk forming on her lips as she starts up purposeful rotations of her hips. it’s dim enough that she’d not worried about anyone seeing — not that she’d care at this point anyway. “something… up?”

“YOU’RE THE MATTER.” garrett grunts, irritation cutting through the pleasure her movements are stirring from his cock. “you never let things just be easy.” of course ellie couldn’t just behave, and sit nicely in his lap. she had to make herself known, had to be just a bit of a nuisance to make garrett question if this was worth it. (to his annoyance, it always was in the end.) his fingers dig into her hip and pull ellie against him, enough force to halt the rotation of her hips and pin her ass down against his crotch. she already knows the answer to her own question, undoubtedly able to feel his stiffening bulge nestled against her. “asking me that like you’re not wriggling on my dick like a cat in heat.” garrett grins, nipping at her ear. his fingers slip down, teasing the hem of her skirt between them, inching the fabric just a bit up her thighs.

“arrogance isn’t flattering,” ellie insists, though like a puppet with garret pulling the strings she does as he directs. turning, she deposits herself in his lap and leans back against his chest, head rolling back on to his shoulder. "happy?" she makes a point of shifting until she finds herself 'comfortable', making far more of a thing of it than what she really has to.

"AS A CLAM." garrett grins with his victory, impatiently reaching for ellie as she turned to help ease her onto his lap with more urgency. he lifts a hand up to her face, brushing his thumb along her cheek before drawing his hand back to tuck her hair back behind her ear, clearing it from her neck. dropping his head, he kisses the curve of her shoulder, whisper soft and gentle, before his teeth bite down into the soft skin. "tease." he reprimands, lips moving against her ear so the low growl is still audible over the thudding music. jaw clenched to hold back any reaction to her squirming.

IT WAS THE HEAT, and the tempers that had accompanied the most recent of her pregnancies. an unflattering tendency to be quick to irritation, particularly when her youngest ladies-in-waiting lack of years showed in their incessant giggling and foolishness. riya had needed a reprieve from it all - the oppressive summer sun and endless chatter driving her to seek refuge in one of her favourite tucked away corners of the corners of the palace. the quiet and the cool shade is an instantaneous balm as the queen passes through the heavy curtains, though it pales in comparison to the next comfort that surprises her. at first she tenses in his arms, jumping in fright - as best as her burdened frame is able to - though the strong arms wrapped around riya, settling around the fullest part of her expanded belly, keep her steady against her unexpected companion. “my king is insatiable.” riya smiles, relaxing her weight against the strength of her husband as she settles against his broad chest. “your thirst was not quenched last night? or again at dawn?” when her husband had rolled over just as sun had begun to illuminate their chambers, still half asleep as he rucked up her loose dressing gown and slid inside his still waking queen. “your seed still drips down my thighs.” her voice has dropped to a husky whisper, her own desire making the words sing with seduction. they both knew that she would not deny him, could never deny him. her body belonged to him as fully as his heart belonged to her, no request or desire of the king that riya would ever refuse. his hands caress her belly, and when her king slips his touch beneath the swell of her stomach, holding and relieving some of the burden that had been pressing against her spine since she had risen, she moans gently at the sudden release of pressure. she had already given the kingdom five sons; five healthy beautiful heirs, and she had never felt so swollen and full with any of their other children. “my poor husband. was that young lad who just inherited still trying to bark at you?" riya laughs indulgently, sighing happily as gregory's low voice grumbles against her skin. reaching down, she lays her hand over one of his own and and slowly guides his touch up over her stomach and towards her swollen breasts, slender fingers curling over his to encourage his touch. "how would you like to take your reward, my king?"

when she tells him where to order from, he can't help but smirk and gently pull his arms away from her. reaching a hand up, a finger gently touches her underneath her chin and then he steps away from her. " fuck, i love it when you get bossy and tell me what to do, " he joked before slipping away from her so he could find his pants. once he does, he digs into the pocket to find his phone so he could put in a food delivery order. the thai place they'd ordered from the last time they were together would deliver here was well, and it only take a few minutes for him to drum up his past order. two orders of pad see ew, spice level four, dumplings, chicken satay and two thai iced teas. once mason confirmed that it was on the way, he started to head towards the restroom, where he knew andrea was getting the shower ready for the two of them. " food is ordered, babe. water hot? "

THE WATER HAD JUST GOTTEN WARM ENOUGH TO STEP INTO, andrea carefully extending one leg into the shower to test the cold. the warm drops that splash against her skin are inviting and andrea steps the rest of the way in, letting the spray wash over her body with a soft exhale of relief. by the time mason joins her a few minutes later, the bathroom had begun to fill with curling steam, fogging up the mirror on the opposite wall and carrying the clean, bright smell of soap up into the air. "mmhm, get in." andrea doesn't open her eyes when she speaks, chin tilted upwards to keep the majority of the water off of her face as she leisurely works a sudsy cloth over her neck and shoulders. "you can help me reach my back." andy continues with a soft laugh, eyes finally opening as she makes space for the large man in the modest shower. she takes advantage of the limited space to keep herself close to mason, the stream of water only able to rain down on them both when they were this close, standing chest to chest as andy pulls mason down into a soft kiss. "you didn't forget the satay, right?" she doubted he had- mason made a point to add the dish even on the nights when she lied to them both and insisted she wasn't hungry enough for the extra food. her gaze stays trained on his face, staring into his dark eyes as she moves the washcloth towards him, working a trail of bubbles into the hard muscles of his chest, slow circular motions to wash away the coat of sweat and sex that covered them both. she doesn't realize she's smiling at first, until the ache in her cheeks reminds her. can't stop herself from feeling so content in this moment, ignoring every reality that told andrea that it was wrong to be here and allowing herself to enjoy how steady and secure that mason made her feel, a feeling she clung onto tight enough that it didn't leave room for anything arguments or reason.

ellie's cheeks were warm underneath their gaze, despite herself. though in an effort not to seem totally shaken she took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes. "don’t look at me like that unless you’re ready to follow through."

SHIFTING SHADOWS PROVIDE THE CORNER BOOTH WITH A DEGREE OF PRIVACY, the details of her face shifting in and out of focus as the colourful lights paint across her features. still, he can read the challenge in her narrowed eyes and he exhales in a low chuckle, garret's own eyes rolling in response. relaxing back into his seat, legs spreading apart with a lazy confidence. "com'mon. turn around, sit down."