#· ୨୧ · 𝚍 𝚒 𝚊 𝚕 𝚘 𝚐 ˛ micah toh ෆ .
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。 ⋆ : micah to ?
" thought you hated me , but then you called . "
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“ you can look . cause i’d be lying if i said i haven’t looked at yours . “ as if he hadn’t been practically salivating over her plush brims all night , wondering what they would feel like pressed against his own ; what they would taste like .. would the sparks be lighting off in his stomach like they did whenever the twosome locked eyes ? the amount of self discipline he had possessed all these years had floored even him ; considering micah wasn’t always one that would stray away from an enticement , especially when it had been something he longed for . had stocked in cabinets of mind that it would cross all sorts of lines if he would take that fateful step towards his sisters best friend — ego never allowing him to be the disappointment , or the downfall of their friendship they had built over decades . breath is nearly caught in his windpipe once she heeds closer to his bubble , intaking more of her perfume and lids becoming heavier as desire is settling into the nerves of his body . “ you’re being a bad influence right now , you know that ? “ whispering underneath a shaking respiration . male is aware that blonde is giving him the signal to go forth with his dreams that always seemed to be out of his reach , a figurative thing that would seemingly forever stay in his imagination . before he can stop himself , micah is reaching out to cusp the back of her neck and bring maddie against him ; lips interlocking with her own in a needy manner , thumb pad brushing on her jawline while a free hand will toggle with ends of her hair .
“ i have , they're pretty. should i not look ? ” she playfully bites her own lower lip , adorned with the sweet taste of vanilla , as her eyes fall to the way he playfully poses for her. it's not like she particularly hid the way she looked at him — sometimes maddie allowed herself to be obvious , other times a little more subtle as she'd look elsewhere when he caught her gaze , but teasing smiles never strayed. there was always that underlying hope that he’d cross the line she couldn’t find it in herself to cross. like this , though , it was a fun game between the two . . who'd succumb first ? with the way his caresses grow more intense against her skin , body yearning towards hers like a moth drawn to a flame , she'd say it's him. she hopes it’s him. sweet words are offered beneath even sweeter touches and maddie isn't sure she can ignore the burning flame he elicits within her much longer. desire lingers behind every draw of his fingers and the woman finds herself leaning into it all , wanting more. “ now you're just teasing me , ” she pouts , though she isn't sure he can see it with how close they are now. “ all of that can be yours if you want it. you just have to come and get it. ” she implores him , eyes filled with longing flickering up to meet his own , to take that fateful next step. “ worry about everything else tomorrow . . ”
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。 ⋆ : micah to ?
" you look better in my clothes than i do . "
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。 ⋆ : micah to ?
“ if you were expecting your sister to be here , she left like ten minutes ago to go to the gym and then have some dinner with some friends . i can tell her you stopped by though . “ he’ll suggest to the other as feet are reallocated amongst cedar flooring , settling into the plush of the couch and fixing the edge of his basketball shorts as male will peer up at the resplendent girl through weary lids .
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。 ⋆ : micah to belle.
" honestly this might be kind of painful , we should put it all out on the table . "
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。 ⋆ : micah to ?
“ i don’t need you to help me ! and it doesn’t even hurt that bad . “
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。 ⋆ : micah to ?
" i can see the real you , you don't have to hide . "
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“ are you trying to make me jealous ? i know you get lots of praises on stage , but i don’t really like to think about you on top of other people . “ he’ll admit as fingertips will squeeze against her middle thigh ; never really being one to show a lack of confidence and possessiveness . “ but i guess i must be special since you went home with me . “
" well not to brag or anything but i receive an abundance of compliment when i'm on stage . it's when i am the most desired ... " in a way , it's the saddest part of it as well . the only time she feels seen is when she's half naked on stage . still hopeful that he will be different and would adore her past from where he knows her from .
#he def gives me vibes of#frequenting the strip club and taking people home lmao#icedhaze#· ୨୧ · 𝚍 𝚒 𝚊 𝚕 𝚘 𝚐 ˛ micah toh ෆ .
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“ it’s not that i don’t want to train you , i just never really thought of myself as a trainer . i fight just to fight .. i’m not like a professional or anything . “ with a slight shrug of his shoulders , feet are shuffling against the flooring underneath him as he’ll take notice of the way she’ll turn to leave . “ i’m sorry but i thought we agreed we wouldn’t see each other . you can’t really blame me for my reaction when you show up unannounced . “ eyebrows are scrunching in confusion .
he was getting on her nerves and she was starting to question why she bothered coming to him in the first place. she should've known he'd be no help. "hey, if you don't wanna train with me then just say so." femme huffs, turning to leave before she changes her mind, not done with him. "y'know, i don't get why you're acting like this. i came here to ask you for help and you make it seem like i've committed this heinous crime against you. what's the big deal?"
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almost lets out a deplorable chortle due to the statement that seemed very much pointed towards him and his character , one that seemed to always be in question whether he was in the midst of the fighting ring or in the middle of an intensive movie . eyebrows will raise towards the female who seemed to have a confident aura surrounding her , “ what have i done to not be good enough for her ? i get you’re like … protective or something , but you act like you’ve been a fly on the wall . you have no idea how good i treat her , actually . and i’m sure she’d tell you the same thing if she was here . “ wasn’t exactly sure what the brunette’s intentions were . “ maybe focus on your own love life , and stop trying to ruin mine . or your sister’s . “
˚ ༘ ◞˚ ꒰ ❛ i was actually . . . ❜ is humming a serene melody as soles follow taller inward dim - lit abode . was warm and far more cozy than own living arrangements , had discovered darling preferred it that way through him . ❛ i came to give her some very clear instructions but i guess since she isnt here , i'll just tell you . ❜ limbs are folded over clothed bosom as dark irises follow homme on his descent onto plush chaise before them . ❛ you need to break up with her — you're very clearly no good for her and i wont stand for it . ❜
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even in inebriated state , he could sense an urgency of careful words and actions from the petite ; this not being the first time where the two of them had to walk on invisible tight rope , though .. she didn’t have to hide , or hold anything back considering it was just the two of them and some overpriced bottles of liquid courage . “ mhm .. you’ve been staring at my lips or something ? “ he’ll tease as lips will then purse as if they’re portraying duck face in a selfie , wishing more than anything for another set of brims to be pressed against his . nodding at suggestion , micah will take her words with ease ; not entirely believing that he could have a physique that had been fit for a model , or if he even would be photogenic or be the type to have a viral runway walk at new york fashion week . her , on the other hand ? she was something straight out of vogue magazine , skin free of blemishes and naturally beautiful . “ i still don’t believe you . i’m sure they have plenty of men to pick from who have been waiting their whole life for the opportunity . i’m more like an abercrombie and fitch model . “ hearkening to the list of check marks that she’ll name about his assumed type , eyebrows scrunching together as blonde is referencing her own guise . leaning into creamy touch , fingertips tracing shapes on the nudity of thigh before tip of nose is pressed against her own , muttering more into a whisper . “ something like that . tall , blonde , pretty .. smells good , pretty smile , has legs that are to die for . “ naming off a few more of his favorite characteristics as free hand is brushing against outline of her jaw .
she ignores the urge to comment any further despite the points made in her head for the sake of the night. it was only natural to worry about those you cared for getting beat up , especially as often as he did , and . . they cared about each other , right ? sure , the pair weren't as close as they were with others , but they'd known each other and had been in one another's lives for years now thanks to connecting woman between them. it was never any fun seeing him all bruised up. close or not — why would it be ? “ but your lips are apart of what makes your face so handsome , ” she lets slip before briefly drinking from her glass. “ and sure you would. they wouldn't care about your resume — if someone like you stepped foot in that place , you'd have offers left and right to be photographed. that's a higher position than me , you know. ” despite the few times maddie had stepped in front of the camera herself , she much preferred to work behind the scenes. something about putting a vision into words for others to keep forever was much more fulfilling. “ hm , ” she straightens out against the back of her chair , hands playfully coming to rest on her hips beneath a smug smile. “ i think your type is tall , blonde . . pretty. ” she continues to list off various qualities and characteristics , all of which she just so happens to possess , before leaning in again with a faint giggle. the hand on her thigh doesn't go unnoticed. instead , she suddenly feels brave enough to offer her own touch. the tips of her fingers reach out and glide mindlessly against the back of his hand and her gaze flickers down to his mouth. “ i'm right , aren't i ? ”
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“ lighten up . i have to have a good sense of humor about my face getting beat up , otherwise i would just be miserable . “ surely , that didn’t mean maddie had to match the same enthusiasm considering the two completely different paces of lifestyle . however , he wasn’t exactly sure why she had such a nullifying position on his boxing — had heard it from those closest in his circle , mostly from maternals and the ones who worried for his safety and whether countless fists to face would someday mess up bone structure . he supposes she’s valid in her emotions to care for him , though it didn’t really benefit her considering they only came around each other in passing .. up until tonight . saccharine scent is filtering through his nostrils as she’ll take a seat next to him , leaning into his personal bubble to catch a closer glimpse to the inevitable bruise that was creating a fat lip . her aroma is mesmerizing , pulling him deeper into the invisible magnet that made him want to be closer to her .. to touch her in ways that would be inappropriate to the casual eye . “ but , it always heals nicely each time i do get beat up . right ? it’s like a shiny new car that never loses its shine . just don’t look at my lips , and i think you can look past it . “ though , they both knew that’s not what either of them wanted . “ i wouldn’t get hired at your work . i have nothing on my resume , so they’d hire me as the janitor or something . “ and even they had work ethic that seemed to be out of his realm . “ how do you know what my type is though ? i just like what i like . which is beautiful . “ tongue flickering along lesser lip as a timid palm is placing against the exposed skin of her thigh .
self satisfaction is read clear across the man's face and maddie offers no more than an amused look of her own ; a closed lip grin and a squint of her eyes acknowledges him beneath the silence. " lofi beats ? " she chuckles , already opening her phone and thumbing through playlists. " is that you telling me that's what you want me to put on ? " though without another comment , she selects just that and fills the room with relaxed instrumentals through surrounding speakers. it's not something she would have chosen for the night herself , but she could see the appeal. a sip of sweet wine fills her mouth but the taste isn't relished as she visibly frowns at his retort. " that's not funny , " is all she has to say before she pushes herself off the counter and shuffles over to the seat beside him. " thank you . . " she mumbles , and though exterior seems cool at the compliment given , her heart doesn't hesitate to flutter at his sudden sweetness. she leans closer then , face merely a few inches from that of his own now , as she observes the bruising gash in his lip. " you look really pretty too , but you'd look even prettier if you didn't let your face get so beat up all the time. " she wants to reach up and touch him. she wants to feel the warmth of his mouth against the cold tips of her fingers. but she resists. already soft eyes of his somehow look even more heavenly beneath his drunken state ; it annoys her. " you know , you could so easily come work with me instead. the women at the office would eat you right up. " though she regrets it the second it leaves her , hating every ounce of that idea. " — actually , don't. i enjoy my job . . and none of them are your type anyway. "
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“ you do look cute in them , but don’t let all of that go to your head . besides , those are just old sweatshirts that i don’t wear anymore . “ slight smirk is written on the edge of his lips as eyes wander up and down physique , taking in the sight of her draped in oversized outfits .
" i look pretty damn cute in them, don't i ? " she responds in a sing - song voice with her little dance . " maybe i should wear it more often ... don't you think ? " she smiles as she joins the other . " and you finally let me keep some . "
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female seemed to move across the floor so effortlessly , almost like she was in the midst of a ballroom salsa without the music and the tight red dress to go along with it . “ trust me .. i can last quite a while . “ and though their conversation had led them elsewhere , there were certain innuendos tied in with his sentence as he’ll peer at her with smugness written all over features . “ what music are you putting on ? guess you better look at spotify for some lofi beats . though , i don’t have much to say about my fight . i guess it was good .. i mean , just look at this nice gift i got . “ he’ll retort with a smile on his face , hand gesturing towards the marred lip that seemed to be splintering into two . wasn’t everyday that he ran into somebody who showed a genuine interest in his fights ; whether it was sincere or not , that was up for debate . “ why don’t you come sit by me ? “ he’ll question before patting the spot right next to him . “ i know i’ve already told you before , but you look really beautiful . “
" noo . . who do you think i am ? " she scoffs , though the lie is able to be read right across the grin on her lips ; hopefully he's too out of it to notice. " if you don't want it i'll get rid of it. it's just free alcohol so i figured you would. " maddie hums contently as she unscrews the top of the wine bottle , pouring the plum liquid into a glass and filling the air with a fruity aroma. her favorite. brow lifts curiously at his statement , though she's not sure she meant anything in particular by what she said. truthfully , there was plenty she wanted to do with him , but nothing that could be spoken about so casually at her dinner table. " i just meant you better last a little longer . . " she says , lifting a hand to slightly nudge one of his arms. " i'll turn some music on and you can tell me about your fight tonight. " while she never looked forward to hearing about the gruesome reality of his work , it was better than witnessing it with her own eyes — which she's succeeded in missing out on thus far.
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“ what can i say ? i’m just very particular about when i give my compliments . besides .. when you perform is when you need it the most , right ? you need that confidence . “ sly smile on his lips as he settles against the kitchen counter .
" why not ? it's not everyday you call me cute " a subtle protest with a pout on her lips . " i only get compliments from you when i'm performing . "
#probably goes and watches her after his fights#its his way of relaxing <3#· ୨୧ · 𝚍 𝚒 𝚊 𝚕 𝚘 𝚐 ˛ micah toh ෆ .#icedhaze
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“ it’s entirely fair .. and true . “ slight eye roll due to the lack of acknowledgement for their current predicament , and now he’s taking her inquiry into consideration as a nod will crane across neck . “ you can’t ask anybody else ? i’m really the only person you can think of ? “
"that's-- that's not fair." though maybe he was right. but what else did he expect her to come to him for? pinky takes a breath, not wanting to be distracted by his disappointment. "i need someone to train with, okay?"
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