#𝒊. [ 𝓗. 𝙾𝚂𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 ] . . . . ᵖʳᵒˢᵉ ˒ ◟ in character.

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send 🎲 to generate a kiss - Molly

36. a kiss to the shoulder.

it's conversation disguised as intimacy —— though it did, admittedly, hold a genuine twinge of affection in the process. while he practically circles around her amidst the gala crowd with a hushed tone, glass in hand as body heat radiates from the perfectly pressed button up fitted against his chest. to brush over and warm her arm, her shoulder, and eventually the expanse of her back as he finally stills behind her... ( another event, ) another night of mindless networking for him, where he was forced to make conversation with the geriatric corporate types he's sure norman would have been terribly fond of; likely even friends with.

and another night of sticky cat burglar fingers for her.

of course, they've played this game before, and perhaps he shouldn't be once again playing along with the thrill of her picking these suits clean. ( but each of them could easily afford a new rolex, ) a new set of diamonds around their wrists. their bank accounts wouldn't ache with what goes missing from their pockets —— and harry didn't give enough of a shit about any of them to feel that sorry. but maybe he should have... he very well could have been one of her victims the first time they'd crossed paths.

blues had been subtly scoping while he pretended to speak lowly in her proximity —— it wasn't anything important, just something to fill the gap and not bring raised brows from any old fuck that may or may not have been listening... until a gentle kiss is placed upon the very tip of a prominent bone beneath the skin of her exposed shoulder. ( only to lift off of it after a few seconds, ) releasing his tenderness with a soft smack of lips, and his chin somewhat nudged in the direction of his suggested target while remaining close to her ear. ❛❛ that one. ❜❜

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20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock inside while they do another task  (  @mjaniewatson reading lines hehe  ). 

now, harry's no actor... not by a long shot, not by any stretch of the imagination —— but that doesn't mean he can't play pretend for a little while; by lazily sounding out words on the paper @mjaniewatson had given him. ( after all, ) she insisted on nailing this upcoming audition... and when had he truly ever given her even a hint of rejection? never, never, never... ( she's the warmth in this otherwise chilly parlor, ) now the warmth that had settled onto his lap what felt like an eternity ago.

AND IF SHE THOUGHT HIS DELIVERY HAD BEEN DULL AND UNENTHUSIASTIC IN THE BEGINNING....

well, now it was just poor and somewhat strangled each time his mouth opened. harry's no actor... and it would be near impossible for him to pretend anything at this moment, to stifle his growing impatience. ( it was entirely unfair, ) the process that had led them half bare and wholly connected; as connected as two bodies could possibly be. he'd rightfully assumed her rehearsing had been completely abandoned once touching began. once clothing was torn away; and certainly once she'd lowered herself down onto his lap, further and further until he was fully seated inside of her in a sensation that made his eyes flutter shut.

UNTIL THAT FUCKING SCRIPT ENDED UP BACK IN HER HANDS.

it's impossible for him focus —— being buried within a wet embrace that made his cock twitch in anticipation and head swim. his own paper had been long forgotten and tossed aside, so he tries to look at hers by peering over her shoulder. ( just as it was impossible for him to stay still. ) with a hand snaked around, long pianist fingers were splayed over her abdomen while his hips attempted to faintly rock into her with a bubbling frustration and avidity. his lips brushed over her shoulder, nudging aside the falling cascades of red with a hot sigh; ( it'd be so easy to just grab her hips and lift her up and start fucking her himself— )

but she was still reading... and he'd lost what line she was on. there's a slight tremble in his fingers; and they tweaked before subtly tightening over her stomach as he finally cut her off mid sentence with an almost breathless but stern rendition of her name. ❛❛ start moving. ❜❜ despite it coming off as more of a command— and it was— there's still a plea hidden within it.

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› ﹙ PETER ﹚ i mean, this place is pretentious. | | | | | | @painofhumanity

keeping appearances seemed to be just as ( if not more ) important than running a company. it was a life that harry had grown accustomed to rather early —— something considered normal for those within the world of his father's pay grade. whether it was gatherings of suited up adults in his own home when he was young where he would watch from afar after being told to go to bed , or being dragged along to various family friendly functions for norman's friends and business partners to keep the facade of a happy father and son [ ... ] it was familiar. but that didn't mean harry enjoyed them any more than he had to. growing up was realizing they were much less eventful than when he would spy from the top of a long winding staircase , a child's imagination running wild with what was being discussed down below.

the glaze in his eyes must have been apparent —— lights being replaced with ghosts amidst a moment of dissociation. even the drink in his hand couldn't keep him tethered to this realm as he stood towards the corner of a spacious room. but peter's voice beside him would bring him back down to earth [ ... ] guiding his return to this very moment , and he'd glance over towards his friend with a growing smile ; not one similar to the kind he had been forcing for a majority of the evening. ❛❛ gee , thanks man. ❜❜ left hand came down on the other's shoulder for a couple pats. ❛❛ what the hell does that say about me , then? ❜❜ it's joked with a laugh and he'll bring his glass towards lips for a sip before continuing. ❛❛ i appreciate you keeping me company , pete , but.... you don't gotta stay —— i wouldn't even be here if i didn't have t'be. ❜❜

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ have you been keeping an eye on me?

❛❛ no. ❜❜ but it's spoken far too quickly to be the truth —— as quick as someone who was attempting to bury their tracks in the dirt and becoming a little too defensive when approached. perhaps even embarrassed to be caught [ ... ] that would mean he cared enough to put the effort in to keeping tabs while he isn't around. oh , the vulnerability of being seen ! the vulnerability of being seen feeling. but would it be such a terrible crime if he had been? the end of his occasionally overly dramatic world , perhaps. but it was only born out of concern.

besides , what use is there in having the power in his hands to do so if he didn't take advantage? the little white lie felt heavy on his tongue , however , almost immediately souring his tastebuds as if something on them had expired. so he'd allow an uneasy laugh to come to fruition —— and a roll of his shoulders followed.

› ...

his hand raised to pinch his index finger and thumb together before deciding to completely revoke his previous stance. ❛❛ maybe just a little. ❜❜ and a sheepish yet teasing smile was ultimately sent in @frxncaise's direction [ ... ] pushing himself to finish what he had already started ; though it could be considered something more along the lines of him blurting it out before she could rebuke. ❛❛ i was worried , alright? i already know what you're gonna say —— don't make a big deal about it. ❜❜

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ cut that out. not in public.

but the possibility of prying eyes meant very little to him [ ... ] and the busy city streets flooded with pedestrians minding their own business meant even less. and a hand that had otherwise remained stationary on the small of @frxncaise's back in an attempt to keep her away from the bustle that instead decided to go rogue would certainly go unnoticed. it was a slow descent —— one even relatively innocuous , and could be explained as something of cheeky affection.

alas , a perhaps instinctual swat from her would bring it to an end ; and her reprimand came just as quick. his laugh in response would contain both amusement and disbelief before returning his hand to it's proper placement with a roll of his eyes. ❛❛ c'mon , you act like anyone's even looking —— an ass squeeze isn't gonna turn heads. ❜❜

› ...

perhaps he's gotten too used to the idea of someone treating the spot at his side as a badge of honor to the public eye [ ... ] the desire of wanting to be seen with harry was often taken as some sort of opportunity. relationships that take and take —— yes , he almost certainly has gotten too used to it. his smile slowly began showing signs of faltering as he temporarily glanced away from the sidewalk to find her. ❛❛ what— are you embarrassed ? ❜❜

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❛❛ i hardly do as i'm told. ❜❜

› @priestbit ... 🎁 ﹙ 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 ﹚

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› ﹙ PETER ﹚ you've changed.

had he ? time will do that to you , harry supposes. though he doesn't consider the fact that time will ( oftentimes cruelly ) twist the parts of you that you don't often see from an outsider's point of view —— it is a change that only those who knew the younger you ( that older model no longer being manufactured ) ; would notice. he doesn't think he's changed. but of course... only @godforbidrp would be the true seeing eye in this reunion of friends that were mercilessly separated during those most formative years. peter had always known him best. perhaps a part of him didn't want to know what exactly he meant by it.

and even now [ ... ] all that time spent apart... ( how many years had it been ? three ? ) it almost felt as if none had passed at all. harry so easily managed to mold himself back into the known comfort of his home that was new york —— he's sure this reconciliation would be be just as easy and seamless.

› ...

❛❛ didn't know losing my baby face was considered changing. ❜❜ a smile grows across cheeks as his arm extends to give the other a playful nudge. ❛❛ can't say the same for you , though. ❜❜

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› ﹙ @vulpuslunae ﹚ continued.

privacy was something best taken as sacred when it seemed as though your entire life was for the entertainment of others —— from the day he had made his debut in this cold world , it felt to be more of a stage while harry was the show. prying eyes watching his every move [ ... ] every youthful mistake , every relationship , every death. none of it could be his and his alone. the public loved your downfalls just as much as your accomplishments... maybe even more. of course , what those gossip magazines have especially honed in on after the passing of his father —— was his bachelor lifestyle amidst his still relatively new position in the osborn legacy. rightful heir , successor. new york's finest and youngest c.e.o was unattached ; and seemingly leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. read more about it on page eleven. ( photos of his alleged latest hook up included ! )

most of those he decided to kill loneliness for a night or a week with didn't mind the attention [ ... ] their name or face in tabloids. in fact , one might argue that it's a part of what draws them towards him in the first place. to be seen with him , to get what they need —— relationships that take and take. but it's easier to say that he doesn't mind ; is he not also getting what he needs out of them in return?

but the sneaking away from an obnoxiously boring party and driving fast for miles outside of town before booking a room would prove this to not be the case. after all , miharu had her own reputation to uphold. one he is sure that others have warned would be tainted if she began mixing business and pleasure with the osborn heir. but what could the pair do when something so primal called —— was it wrong to listen to the natural wants and needs of your body? it couldn't possibly be so terrible when it feels this good.

he managed to keep up the act of patience as their lips collided until swollen and bruised and shiny with spit. it didn't matter whose [ ... ] it tasted of the same rich fruity wine both had gotten their fair share of. the true desperation would come to make itself known once he'd all but torn the clothes from her frame ; mouth reconnecting to her skin as she's cornered to the nearest wall for further exploration. open mouthed kisses that began at her jaw and neck and continued them further —— a longer moment of attention given to breasts upon his slow descent , and he finally settled himself on knees before her.

it was short lived much to his own dismay ; not even enough time to make himself at home between the thighs parted just enough for him. but enough time for his tongue to achieve a small hint of honey that was dripping. he moaned a vibration against her at the initial taste —— feeling the trembling of legs he was more than ready to support , but she would quickly snatch his own pleasure away from him to bring him towards the mattress instead. a short sound of complaint left his throat at the sudden loss and he'll press a deep kiss into her lips before pulling back. ❛❛ what d'you mean not yet? ❜❜ both confused and whiny , he was practically pouting. tongue brushed against his lower lip to find a small remnant of what had cruelly been taken from him. ❛❛ c'mon , i need it— ❜❜ he'll go in for another kiss with furrowed brows. ❛❛ i wanna make you feel good— ❜❜

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ steamy windows. | | | | | our muses can't make it out of the car without steaming up the windows. @frxncaise

if he hadn't been so busy with much more pressing matters at hand —— he would have reached out towards the nearest condensation riddled window to innocently draw some sort of design with his index finger. maybe his name , her name , or even a very poorly done heart. something that would smear away the fog and uncover a proper new york winter [ ... ] a city blanketed by an almost blinding layer of white and the current flurries of snow that would only add on to the growing piles. one could simply look outside and feel the chill ; but it was much warmer in the back of the limousine. their chauffeured ride parked at the entrance of the estate with an engine still running to ensure the couples comfort until deciding to confront the cold... how long had it been running now? the build up of steam surely hadn't been from a long winded conversation.

while their contracted marriage was still relatively new , and he would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed what they've made of their budding relationship thus far —— there has been a rather grueling aspect that he hadn't entirely anticipated upon reciting vows and making promises he intended to keep. the waiting. a period of celibacy that felt as though he's been suffering through for a lifetime ; admittedly , he's a bit dramatic... though perhaps in hindsight it could eventually be something he would consider an accomplishment. a lesson to be learned that the lack of physical intimacy wouldn't kill him where he stands as he once thought. growing up touch starved with very particular coping mechanisms will sometimes have you believe the craziest things.

perhaps he was a man possessed [ ... ] all but attacking his prey in an act of slowly growing desperation. with bodies facing each other to the best of their abilities given their limited space ; once the pair had worked feverishly to remove his jacket from shoulders to be carelessly tossed , lips that were flushed and bruised couldn't seem to come up for air. the moment they broke from hers , they would just as soon be attached to her neck while his hands attempted to navigate the dress that was very unfortunately and terribly designed for a time like this. sheets upon sheets of fabric concealing her from him —— and it would be just as irritating even if his vision wasn't focused on what skin was already accessible to him. even with one layer of his own now gone , the heat continued to climb.

open mouthed kisses trailed along the space of her neck and shoulders as fingers became lost in tulle in an attempt to find even a hint of what he desired most buried beneath —— the simple act of touching her shouldn't be so inconvenient. frustration in all forms was getting the better of him [ ... ] and he'll finally pull back just enough as he grabbed a handful of what was currently considered his enemy. the distinct sound of ripping could be heard between their heavy breaths and continued until he felt the smoothness of her thigh ; the lips ghosting her neck placed one more peck before he apologizes. ❛❛ —i'll buy you another one.. ❜❜

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› ﹙ @hcpefell ﹚ continued.

❛❛ same difference. ❜❜ though he didn't really mean it —— peter was his friend.... neither a jerk nor an asshole when it really came down to it , and harry knew that [ ... ] but standing somebody up more than once definitely teetered the line in his eyes. perhaps a part of him just wasn't used to seeing a girl pine over the other like some sort of loyal lap dog that didn't know when to give up. it must suck to feel dumped by someone you aren't even really dating —— he didn't understand the chase. but perhaps a part of him also felt a tinge of jealousy ; the notorious disease that ran rampant in high school boys especially. where everything felt more like a game than anything else.

❛❛ yeah , lucky me. ❜❜ a tone oozing in sarcasm with the crooked smirk to match. ❛❛ now i get t'hear all about your little crush. ❜❜ but it only took a beat for him to realize his sour demeanor —— gwen was clearly upset , and he didn't actually want to make it any worse for her. so his shoulders gave a shrug before attempting to patch the open wound she was cheerily trying to conceal with a slow smile pulling across his features. ❛❛ i'm way more fun anyway [ ... ] just don't try to get me t'do my homework or anything. ❜❜

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› ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ come back to bed.

it wasn't unusual to find him keeping odd hours —— the mind was truly the most cruel when it was unable to rest. almost always resulting in harry dragging himself out of their shared bed with the utmost care to not wake @frxncaise [ ... ] though he imagines she would often feel the sudden emptiness of his presence beside her enough to do so anyway. just the same as he felt hers each time she slipped out from under the covers. the reoccurrence usually ended the same ; and she without fail knew just where to find him once the warmth of where his body had once rested grew cold.

his descent down the long halls of the osborn manor would always be eerily silent [ ... ] save for his footsteps as he walked towards his office with a robe trailing behind him in a state more resembling sleepwalking. the feeling of frigid hardwood instead of the comforting heat formerly provided by a thick comforter and her frame intertwined with his did nothing but wake him even more.

and the silence continued on for a while —— leaving him alone with his thoughts as he sat at his desk with papers spread across wood. but even as she crept through the doorframe and approached him , she would be the voice to speak first. the soft request bringing a small smile to his lips [ ... ] he looked to find her beneath low lighting kindly provided by a single lamp. ❛❛ 'm not tired. ❜❜ funny how his voice would say otherwise. reaching out , he'll take her hand into his own and bring her closer. ❛❛ go ahead without me. you need more sleep than i do. ❜❜

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› ﹙ TIFFANY ﹚ i could've protected you if only you'd let me !

❛❛ protect me from what ! ❜❜ the walls surrounding them did very little to absorb the argument [ ... ] instead of mercifully soaking it all up , his words would instead reverberate against them like thunder and rattle bones just as easy. his anger was nothing if not loud roaring and the constant battle for the spotlight —— and he was guilty of many things. gulity of feeling too much or feeling nothing at all , guilty of causing unforgivable hurt to those both deserving and not , and perhaps worst of all if his heart had any say in the matter —— guilty of keeping her at arms length in an attempt to ice @godforbidrp out. ( all their time together... and this is the thanks she gets for remaining by his side. ) like a loyal dog that didn't know any better. ❛❛ from myself? ❜❜

it wasn't all intentional [ ... ] though it certainly wasn't an even fifty fifty split , either. the crowbar had wedged itself between them with the new and heavy workload in the beginning ; reminding him of all his time as a child waiting for his father to remove the labcoat and spend a few moments with his son. it wasn't fair then , it wasn't fair now —— and harry had always known the world wasn't a fair place. but the prying became more forceful upon the discovery of his coming mortality and the desperation that followed. pushing her away felt easier than the thought of her weeping over his dead body.

› ...

❛❛ you can't protect me , you can't save me— ❜❜ there's a certain bite in his tone resembling mockery that would only worsen with a quick and sardonic scoff as if amused by the thought alone. the acid burned his tongue and he could feel the trembling of his hand creeping in [ ... ] cruelly making an appearance to perhaps prove his point. ❛❛ and you never could've. so how about you stop acting like a kid and be a little more realistic , huh? ❜❜

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❛❛ i don't wanna get in your way. ❜❜

› @whitelace ... 🎁 ﹙ 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 ﹚

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❛❛ when i left you all alone [ ... ] i know that wasn't fair. ❜❜

› @stcrgirl ... 🎁 ﹙ 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 ﹚

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❛❛ i just wanted one dance with you. ❜❜

› @loetise ... 🎁 ﹙ 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 ﹚

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"And he was wearing these fugly jeans."

tasteless had never been a word used to describe harry —— dowdy, tacky... never in a million years. of course, having wealth isn't always synonymous with style, not for everybody anyway, but it did personally award him with an expensive eye, and an even more exquisite palate in wardrobe. he's never needed a stylist. ( however... ) he somehow manages to lose everything he's ever learned when it came to more publicized events— ones where he's more likely to have camera lights blinding him, ones where fashion actually meant something to those looking.

or maybe it's the pressure that makes him care less and lose interest entirely.

either way, suits had never been his favorite thing to wear —— and comfort was more important to him when he wasn't required. ( it hadn't been black tie, ) but apparently the internet already had much to say as he would learn once the couple returned home. he'd hardly been listening to angélique as she read off the various comments from her phone and he peeled out of the blazer to let it drape over the foot of the bed. ( of course, not many had been complaining about her dress, ) unless she was intentionally overlooking them. fingers went to the clasp of the watch around his wrist as he sat down, blue gaze trained on stainless steel— and he finally snapped his attention to look at her over his shoulder upon the last comment registering in his ears.

( he almost looked offended, ) and maybe he was, as he only scoffs in response at first. ❛❛ these jeans cost more than what any of those idiots make in a month. ❜❜ it's mumbled as he finished his task and placed the watch on the bedside table —— fingers once again drifting to habitually twist and adjust the wedding band around his ring finger. ❛❛ why the hell do you keep reading that shit? trying t'say something, ma chérie? ❜❜