#* . ⊹ 𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘊 › dyn: nadine & dee

[pridef0und]

@dumbthink said : i bet your neighbors hate us.

“eh,” dee waves a dismissive hand at the air, rolling onto her side, “screw ‘em.” if she gave two shits about her neighbors, she would’ve stopped screwing people a long time ago. but here she is, laying next to another somebody — a gorgeous somebody, at that. somebody she doesn’t feel immediately inclined to kick to the curb as she does with most flings.

fingers comb through unruly blonde locks, tired eyes studying a pretty face. “are you embarrassed?” she questions, eyebrows raising while a sleepy smile stretches across her face. “shit, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed. you were way too pretty underneath me to be embarrassed.”

she’s teasing. her tone makes that clear, and as she rests her head against her arm, dee reaches her free hand out to trace fingertips absentmindedly along nadine’s arm. “seriously. i mean, i don’t give just anybody five stars, but you? you might be the exception, hot stuff.” she hums, voice hoarse.

[pridef0und]

"i know," is what dee instinctively responds with, but she quickly realizes that she probably sounds vain as shit and she has to at least pretend to be modest and cute on the first date, so after clearing her throat, she corrects herself: "i mean, really? thank you." she croons, playing at bashfulness while hands smooth out her own dress.

alright, dee. nice save. she watches her step on wobbly heels while lowering herself into the vacant chair, eyes not - so - subtly wandering along the other's form; a girl's gotta eat, right?

"huh?" the blonde asks, blinking once, twice, before laughing and swatting a dismissive hand at the air. "are you kidding me? i love elegant places like this and their . . ." she peers down at the menu, brows furrowing, ". . . bouillabaisse. what the hell is that, some sort of ghoulish spell?" okay, maybe she's not as much of a frequent flier at these places as she's pretending to be. sue her for trying to impress her date.

OPEN.

“oh shit, you look great!” nadine grins at their date, making sure to pull their chair out for them. they have no idea if that’s the kind of thing that people still do, but they think it’s super romantic. and they’re actually trying!

(the gay garfield shirt is waiting back at home. they’ve got an actual dress on tonight. something form fitting.)

“d’you like places like this? i’m always afraid of going too fancy, but like… they’ve got this killer pan-fried cauliflower thing here.”

[pridef0und]

"oh yeah?" she retorts, nose scrunching in sync with the smile that pulls at her lips all over again. it's groggy and tight - lipped, teeth sinking into her lower lip in an attempt to downplay it a little bit. "not to sound like a complete whore, but i'm no stranger to this kinda thing." it's her turn to boast, shoulders raising in a nonchalant shrug. "many, many names have been learned and forgotten by my lowlife, crackhead neighbors."

tapping her fingers playfully against their arm, dee tilts her head, eyebrows lifting to accentuate the challenge she hums out next: "it'll take a whooole lotta work to make 'em remember your name. you got it in you?" she inquires, chipped black fingernails lightly scratching against flesh.

oh, yeah. they're totally flustered. look at her go! she's flustering people now. wait until the gang hears about this. her smile grows into a proud grin, and then she abruptly lifts herself to smoothly bracket their hips with her knees. "or what, huh? you gonna keep on blushing? cuz i don't hate it. pink looks pretty damn good on you."

"oh, i'm definitely not embarrassed. i was bragging, actually."

they say, confident grin already having appeared. they had been up a little longer than dee, from what they could tell. and not to be too gay or anything, they had watched her sleep a little. nadine never meant to get so attached, but it was nearly impossible not to with their whole condition, or whatever you would call it.

they're doing it again. the staring. the way that her hair falls around her, across the pillow and on the bed. the way that dee is looking directly at them. five fucking stars. they laugh, not at dee, but just because they don't know what else to do. oh god, they're flustered.

now they're embarrassed. "shit." they finally manage. "i'm usually a lot better at this. you've gotta stop being all hot, and stuff. it trips me up." / @clockturned