#with every kiss we're closer to a masterpiece ( interactions )

[kiissme]

@racylove with JANE && WALLACE

Slowly, she descended down the stairs and immediately the noise, sounds and music of the place greeted her. Almost like a new friend — a strong sense of unfamiliarity but with a twinge of a feeling the unfamiliar would fade away, and with that, a new friendship to bloom. It was Jane's first time here, at the exclusive club where all sorts of rich, influential people, celebrities knew of and frequented. Purely by chance she snagged an invite to tonight's event. Running interference for a patron, a woman with her side piece, her lover, just as her husband with his side piece had just came into the dive bar she worked at. It was all, very soap opera but thankfully no drinks were flung, thanks to Jane, and she was rewarded. The aspiring singer put on her best dress, worked on her hair tirelessly as well as her makeup. She had one shot at this, to make connections, to pass around her demo. She had to be Jane Bardot, the next big thing. Even if it killed her... The leather jacket was checked in upstairs, making her feel a bit bare, almost vulnerable as she walked through the floor.

A smoke-filled haze all around her, making her nose tickle, almost wanting to sneeze. A part of her used to it, but another part quite not, the pressure of the night weighing down on her. Until she saw the bar — liquid courage, that's what she needed. Ankle boots marched toward there, though her eyes got distracted. Gaze across the room, towards a face she kind of recognized, but wasn't sure and in her time of trying to figure that out... She didn't see the man in front of her, drinks at hand, and her petite form made the misfortune of colliding head on to him, not only spilling drinks on him, but on Jane as well. The cold liquid hitting her chest and the front of her dress that she squealed and even let out a gasp. "Oh, fuck!" She was absolutely mortified. "Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!" Groaning as she looked between them, "Jesus, fucking.... God damn it, that's so... That's so fucking cliche that it's embarrassing. I can't believe I fucking did that. So.. So fucking lame, of all the fucking..." She had to laugh, shaking her head, "You don't understand — this is so fucking karma for the amount of times I've laughed at people doing this shit and now... God," she reached for any napkins that she could grab, helping him dry off, as well as dab against her chest. "I'm.... I can't fucking believe this. I... Let me repay those drinks? Again, so sorry, I'm... I'm not usually like this, sounds like bullshit, but I'm so much cooler than this... Um... I'm almost too embarrassed to give you my name, but, it's... yeah, it's Jane. I...so regret meeting you like this."

[kiissme]

continued . . . with Leigh and Nathan ! — @mxrvelouscreations

"Then marry me," his words breathed out, looking to Leigh, brown eyes soft as he sucks in a breath. He knew it was ludicrous, impulsive, even. Charles had more to offer in ways of financial stability, he knew that. Truthfully, he had no qualms about his brother.. Half brother, even. But he knew Charles did not love Leigh, not like that. It was a marriage of duty, not love. And Nathan... "I love you, Leigh... I cannot give you what my brother and this..." He scoffed, "God forsaken family could give you, no, I know that. I... But we could have a life, a good life. If we just..." He released a breath, his mind swirling with thoughts and ideas of how it could work. "If we just...leave, we could... We could be happy. More than anyone in this house would dare to hope. We could be happy and in love, isn't... Isn't that worth it?" He stepped away from her grasp, letting go of her hand. "Or am I being a fool again? Is that not enough? This world, this society, are we only meant to be miserable if it meant having money? Is that what life is meant for us? I don't believe it to be so."

[kiissme]

c o n t i n u e d . . . with Leah & Bryan, @mxrvelouscreations !

His brows shot up in that, but, not of shock. Which, if he was honest... Should have been the most shocking of this conversation. He was actually...flattered? And, if he were truly honest, a bit...turned on that the fact Leah would offer such a thing to him, even as a joke. Even in a tease. Leaning back in his seat, he let out a soft laugh, tilting his head. "Wow. Am I daddy hot? I mean, yeah, I can admit I'm...pretty good looking, but I didn't think..." His words paused, letting out a soft breath. "It's...been a while since I've felt... You know... Wanted. Maybe a bit...too long." She was right, he was married, but not happily, not for a long time. Shaking his head, "But, don't worry, you... I'm not uncomfortable. Far from it." A smile playing at his lips as he took another sip of his beer, his eyes lingering over her. "Truth is... I want kids... I want a bunch of them, like, running around so I can wrangle them up, I... I want that. My wife? Does not. And... That, amongst so many other things is... It's putting a strain on our marriage. I'm not happy."

[kiissme]

@illbringthechaosmagic / @mxrvelouscreations for johnny

Amusement colored his features as he takes a good look at her from across the room. Tongue licks and wets his lips as he parted his legs, the palm of his hand patting his leg. "You just gonna stand there, sweetheart? C'mon... Sit on Daddy's lap like a good girl, hm?" His grin turns wolfish as he sits back in his seat, giving a good view of the bulge of his pants. "C'mon, baby... You've been squirming all night... I know you're dying for my attention, and the party went long... But I'm ready to make up for it right now. C'mere... Show daddy how much you need him."

[kiissme]

It was entirely to Gabriella's advantage that flattery worked for Jane, her desperate words stroking her ego so nicely. Biting her bottom lip, the feel of her roommate's fingers digging into her thigh... Made her shiver. The truth of the matter being as much as Gabriella enjoyed Jane fucking her, she enjoyed it, too. To see the other girl so desperate for her, to feel how wet she could be... To taste her, already craving more of that from the small sample off her own fingers. If she could, if there were no repercussions from the action, Jane would so gladly get on her knees and eat the other girl out right there. In front of everyone, let them see how well and hard she could make her beloved roommate cum and moan just for her. But, that was not in the cards. Her plan would be to drag the other back to their room, but Gabriella had other plans, it seemed, arching a brow, intrigued by her words and able to read her eyes so clearly. There was an excitement that surged through Jane, then, wondering if a trip to bookshelves was what she had in mind — but no, not a she watched the other rise from her seat altogether and head toward the exit. Smiling wider at how cute she looked, practically bouncing and yes, Jane couldn't help but have her eyes drifted toward that of the other girl's ass. So cute. Filling her with a need to grab and smack to her heart's content. After a few moments of stalling, looking around the room to see if she caught anyone's attention, and as soon as she felt herself safe to do so, rose from her seat and followed Gabriella's path. It didn't take long to see her slip inside an empty office — oh. Brows raising as she quickly recognized just whose office she had went into, rushing inside and closed the door behind her. "Gabi—" her words stopped, eyes drinking in the sight before her. "F u c k," she all but moaned, the sight of her, the darkness around them but still seeing how slick her pretty little cunt was. Letting out a soft hiss as she went toward her, licking her lips and watching her fingers touched her own clit. "Baby, you're so wet, that's evil," she chuckled, her smile wide as she grasped her face in her hands and lips crashed into hers in a kiss. Breathing deep, tongue slipping in for a taste. All thoughts of letting her know whose office this was slipping out of her head as tongue rolled against hers. Hands sliding down Gabriella's body, pinching her tits, over her stomach and to her thighs. Biting her lip, tugging it hard as her fingers so easily slid inside her, growling softly as she buried the two fingers knuckles deep, thrusting them in and out of her in a steady pace. "Drive me so crazy, Gabi..."

She'd forgotten something back in her office, sadly, not the first time these past weeks Faye had done so. Finals week wasn't just stressful for the students, but for the professors as well, and the Scottish redhead was no different. The door hadn't even been locked, cursing at herself for being neglectful at even that. She just had to pray that nothing was stolen, and if there had been? Nothing too valuable or irreplaceable.

"God, you're so fucking tight around my fingers, baby... Is that the spot? Right there? Making you feel so good?"

....well, shit. Hazel eyes wide within the comfort of darkness, peering through it to the two at her desk. Jane, she recognized, being one of her students, with, god, a girlfriend? Or...no... Her roommate. Okay. Okay. Leaning hard against the closed door, she pondered her options. Should she turn the lights on, alerting her presence? She supposed she could. To be that professor and disrupt a moment of lustful passion. She could. But, as she looked on, hearing the sound of utter wetness in the air, hitting her right inside her. Making her clench her thighs, as cliche as it was, arousing her. Which was ridiculous. It was, wasn't it? She'd walk into a porn scene, leggy professor and two young, nubile female students, fucking. The way it would go for the professor to join in to some frenzied fuck fest. That didn't happen, that wasn't real life.

It wouldn't be the first time she fucked someone in this office, though, admittedly. Evidence of that being what she kept in her bottom drawer... Her hand started to roam, hiking her skirt up and legs spread, biting her lips as fingers found her clothed clit, rubbing against it slowly, eyes on the two of them, trying not to make a sound, to enjoy the act of just watching for a moment... Just for a moment. Professors had their moments of stress as well, and a need to relieve it.

if they weren’t careful, it was going to become more obvious to those around them that they absolutely weren’t studying like they were supposed to. jane’s fingers deep within her walls threatened to illicit more moans from gabriella, each one a risk to giving them away. “i can’t help it —“ another look of faux innocence,“— sometimes when I’m studying all I can think about is how badly I want you to fuck me. how hard you can make me cum, how good you make me feel.” the combination of jane’s fingers exactly where she needed them and thoughts of previous attempts at stress relief had her cunt aching for her roommate all the more, fingers digging into jane’s thigh in a bid to limit the amount of noises that wanted to give them away. eyes darkened with lust as she watched her suck her fingers clean, already feeling empty following their removal from her soaking folds, walls clenching around nothing in their own desperate bid to find relief that she was all but begging jane for. “i can’t wait until we get back.” her voice it’s own hushed whisper, desperation practically dripping off of her words. she didn’t care much about her belongings — they could stay behind, an indication that she might be back to actually study, despite her entire body wanting to do anything but. eyes said ‘follow me’ as gabriella slid out from where she’d been sat, practically bouncing in anticipation down the hall. as much as she’d love to have the entire library watching jane make her cum over and over, she certainly wasn’t about to risk both of their being kicked out for it. no, there would be enough empty offices to use one for their own pleasure. an unlocked office found, gab glanced over her shoulders quickly to ensure that she was being followed, slipping into the darkened room without much hesitation. ass found the edge of the desk, pushing herself up onto it with legs spreading wide, allowing her wet cunt to be on full display for jane once she caught up to her. she couldn’t help herself — fingers found her clit, circling in slow motions, starting without her roommate.

[kiissme]

@twistxdtales​​, — alma

❤️️ ❤️️ ❤️️

alma knew the news of her engagement would not be taken very good by nathan. how could they? a little while ago they were rolling giggling in his silky sheets and talking about what the future might hold for them, and how they were both willing to risk everything for their love. and now she did something that surely broke his trust. but she had no choice. her union with his brother secured an alliance between two powerful families, and she couldn’t disappoint her family. she didn’t want to. no matter how much her heart ached for having to hurt nathan in such a way “nathan –” she breathed out holding back the tears that threatened to spill, sadness laced all over her. but also anger. how dare he accuse her of such atrocities? she’s been with him because she genuinely cared for him. alma fell silent, staring off at the wall in front of her. she had nothing to say to him. silent treatment it was. maybe he needed more time to throw dirt in her face and she didn’t want to interrupt him.

          “W h a t ?” the question posed with great urgency, his mind still swarming with self doubt, self hatred for his lot in life. He did not hate his brother — or half brother. Truly the only decent family member in the bunch, never letting him think him better aside from the fact he was older. No, Charlie was of a good sport, and he very much doubted this was of his doing. Their family, however... Charles would always seem superior, to everything Nathan was. He would resent that, though knowing it was through no fault of Charles himself. And in that, he supposed, it was also not the fault of Alma either. Closing his eyes, he let the hurt and anger melt away, willing it from the depths of him. Licking his lips, he took in a deep, uneven breath. When he opened them again, he turned to her, dark brown eyes full of remorse. “I am sorry,” his apology earnest, honest and true. “I shouldn’t have... That was...not proper of me. It — I know how our families work, and... I should not have spoken so...heatedly. Ugly. I know it is not your fault. I am not blind to how these things work. I let my insecurities spring forth and...turn to poison...and toward you which is not... It is never my intention and I am sorry. I was hurt, and I let it affect me so that I wanted to spread the hurt and that was wrong.” Entirely wrong. The farthest than what he wanted to do. “Forgive me? Or, do not, that is entirely up to you.” Hoping to lighten the mood, he added, “If you would like me on my knees to beg, then I...” He gave a nod, “I am willing to do so.”

[anitabyars]

"You can always count on Erin Nicholas for fun, sexy contemporary romance."―Melissa Foster, New York Times bestselling author

Sugarcoated, an all-new sexy and laugh-out-loud standalone romance from New York Times bestselling author Erin Nicholas, is out now!

She's his best friend's little sister. He's known her all his life. He's practically part of the family. There is nothing either of them could do to surprise the other at this point.

Then she showed up in his bedroom in lingerie and asked him to take her V-card.

Now, that was a surprise.

Aiden is pretty sure Zoe was equally surprised when he told her no.

To say that he didn't handle it well would be a massive understatement. Almost as massive as the amount of work he's going to have to do now to convince her that he wants her. Forever.

Right after he tells her that he's bought the company that's her bakery’s biggest competitor.

Maybe if he tells her he’s in love with her first, that will help sugarcoat the whole we're-rivals-in-business-now thing.

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Excerpt:

“What?” she asked, her eyes wide and blinking. “You thought I’d just be waiting around for you to come back?”

“Yes!” It was the wrong answer, he knew, even as he said it. But it was true.

“You are so full of yourself!” She frowned. “You actually thought I’d be waiting around, pining for you, didn’t you?”

Maybe not crying herself to sleep every night, but thinking about him? Yeah. Fuck. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind for more than a few hours at a time. “It’s only been five months,” he said. “Is it really crazy for me to think that you didn’t get your virginity ‘taken care of’ yet?”

“Exactly! It’s been five months!” she said.

“You went twenty-five years without sex, and you couldn’t go five more months?”

“Well, it’s not like you gave me an IOU!” she shot back. “I had no idea when you were coming back, and I assumed your answer would have still been no. So yeah, I moved on, Aiden.”

“Who was it?” he asked, noting his tone was suddenly a little ominous.

“I’m not telling you that.” She looked at him like he was insane.

“Tell me, Zoe.”

“No.”

“I’ll find out. This is Appleby. I’ll probably know by the end of tonight.”

“You won’t.” She lifted her chin. “I can promise you that.”

“Bet I do.”

“Why do you really even care? Now you don’t have to do it.”

“Because you’re mine.”

Yeah, shit. See, he’d known that was the wrong answer to give. Guys didn’t go around claiming women like they were property or possessions. He knew that. He’d never had that urge before. This woman was strong and independent and confident and certainly didn’t need him for anything.

But the idea of another man touching her, seeing her naked, making her feel the ultimate pleasure, made his blood boil.

She stood, just staring at him. Then she picked up a cake ball. And threw it at him. It hit him square in the red tie and bounced back onto the table.

“You’re a jerk.”

Yeah, maybe he was. A nice guy would probably just take all her explanations and excuses about why they shouldn’t be together and admit his idea was crazy.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t wipe away the sticky crumbs the cake ball left on his tie. He picked up the ball and rounded the worktable.

Her eyes widened, and she backed up as he came closer. He kept going. Until her back was against the front of the fridge.

He didn’t say a word as he stopped right in front of her, lifted his hand to cup her face, and leaned in.

Aiden ignored her hands on his chest. She wasn’t pushing. She wasn’t pulling him closer either, but she wasn’t trying to get away. She wasn’t lifting her knee to his balls. She wasn’t saying no.

He stared into her eyes for a long moment. She could stop this. He knew she knew that.

She didn’t.

So he kissed her.

About Erin Nicholas

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My Review

5 *****

SUGAR COATED: HOT CAKES was the romantic ride of a lifetime. Every single second of this story was just so incredibly entertaining and I had a blast reading it. Seriously sexy, highly entertaining and perfectly romantic. As well as charming, adorable and LOL, funny. It was L-O-V-E- @ first page for me.

Zoe and Aidan are a total force to be reckoned with and their story is one that you are not going to want to miss. The banter between these characters sizzles between teasing and serious, dirty and sweet, full of flirty, snark and heavenly foreplay with delicious sexual undertones. Their interactions are so much fun, and sexy hot, that Cupcakes will soon be your new favorite dessert! The ease they had with each other. The pull they had. The great conversations, and dialogue it all had me hooked. I could feel their attraction and loved their heat. The chemistry between them is so real it leaps off the page right at you. This book had me smiling, laughing, melting and swooning with every turn of the page.

And Aidan oh my! Hello sweet, charming, sexy, bossy and dirty talking alpha, and my new favorite book boyfriend. I love how caring he was and just there for Zoe! I was totally charmed by this small town, golden boy, millionaire. Swoon!

This was one of the best written most captivating, entertaining and unforgettable romance that I’ve read in a long time. What a Fantastic way to start off a new sexy, rom-com series! Can’t wait for the next in this series with Dax and Jane! You need to read this immediately because it is a masterpiece that needs to be worshipped.

Received a early copy in exchange for a honest review!

[kiissme]

She snorted, a true, undignified snort that soon led to a snicker. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, you're such a lightweight." Looking over at him, the redhead swiping his drink and taking a sip of it, "Mm, it's not even that strong. Ugh, and yet us Scots are beholdin' to you lot, that's just embarrassin'. Sad state of affairs, gotta say." Raising her glass, brows perking up at him, "This is mine, now. Until you can sort yourself out, get a better tolerance or... God, better taste in drink, yeah, bartender? Not havin' this. Replace it with erm... Well, my drink. Whisky, neat." Propping her chin into her hand, she chuckled at him, "Not my fault your blood of an Englishman won't let you get a proper drink. Good god. Knew you were younger but hoped you could catch up." She grinned, picking up her drink and downing it, waiting for the replacement of the other. "Jesus... Who goes on vacation and can barely touch liquor? Isn't that the whole point?"

open: anyone ! muse: finnick baker (28-30) test muse connection/storyline: any. friends/roommates. could be at the apartment, bar, maybe a school reunion, on vacation... honestly, whatever. just fun things. maybe they had crushes on each other and they had one too many drinks and things start to spill out. or just platonic things. open to anything and everything. editor: Beta

"I honestly have no idea what the hell you're going on about," Finn said through laughs while trying to put together what the other was talking about. After a few drinks, Finnick just lost his common knowledge. He just laughed too much when it came to drinking. He wasn't even buzzed, but once he gets a sip of alcohol, it's pretty much over for him... which is why he rarely drinks. "I feel like I need some water before I can have a proper conversation at this point. What the hell have you done to me?"

[kiissme]

DANIELA && MALLORY — with @thelcvewitch

"Yeah?" The compliment thrown her way seemed genuine, not like the forced, empty ones her father and his other employees would throw at her. Not that she blamed them, entirely. She was the boss's daughter, after all. Flattery was top priority, to keep daddy happy, Daniela did it, too. This time, however, felt real. And she liked that. "Thanks, Mallory, I appreciate that. And, I think so, too," she ended with a little wink and a laugh. "I definitely know how to look pretty for the camera, ever since I was little. Daddy made sure of that," the mention of him earning a roll of the eyes from the brunette, heaving out a light sigh as her attention went to the post, sending it on its way for public viewing. Flashing her eyes towards the other, her smile widened, "Don't sell yourself short, your photos are cute, too. And yes, I saw them, I followed you back so of course I did. I liked the cooking video you did the other day? Very cute. Might try it myself one day." It was just more of a personal account than Daniela's, every post having a purpose, and mainly for exposure for her father's business. At the mention of him, she shook her head, "If it gives him attention, he'll love it, no need to worry about him when it comes to this." A thought struck her, smiling wide, "Hey, take a picture with me? I can post it and tag you, it'd get you some followers and honestly? You look way too amazing not to put out there. Please?"

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DANIELA && ALEJANDRO — with @fxcdboys

               "Of course it will," her smile wide and prideful, not a hint of doubt in her voice. "Like you said, I am beautiful and people like what I do. Which, in the world of Instagram, just looking pretty works," the words ended with a laugh as she gave a shrug. "But, I'm at least using it to promote my father and his company. So, being beautiful with a purpose, better than being without a purpose, right?" Her attention on her phone again, posting it a moment after. "There. He can't say I don't do anything for him." In actually, she did the most for him, whether she wanted to or not. Letting out a sigh, she put her phone down, turning to him directly, a sly smile on her face, pointing at him. "And you? Are you behaving yourself? I'm kind of surprised you're here, I know things between you and my dad aren't exactly...." She let out a soft hum, "Oh, I don't know, good? I hardly see you anymore and he doesn't talk about you. Are you guys good or...should I be expecting some blow up tonight?" Holding her hand up, "Not that I'd be against it, not entirely, just, a little heads up. I could get some popcorn going and watch you two go at it — you remember his left side is his weakest, right?" She laughed, grinning a bit in her seat, eyes finally taking in the offered drink, raising her brows, "Oh! Thank you," taking it in her hand and to her lips for a sip, humming approvingly. "Good choice. So, come on, you here to cause trouble or come in peace?"

[kiissme]

Summer work was a necessary evil, but an all around pain in the arse. Nathan wasn't all too sure what he was doing, he just knew he needed the cash and was always told he was good with his hands, so why not? University was out for the summer, and he accepted the invitation to visit family in America, but other than that he was flat out broke and that wouldn't stand. Lawn maintenance sounded simple enough, though the sun wrecked havoc against his London boy skin, furrowing his brow as he tried to dig out a root of a pesky weed, without gloves because why would he remember bringing gloves? The heat was getting to him, feeling the sweat rolling down the side of his face, strands of his untamed dark curly locks sticking to his skin. He'd have to hose himself off soon, he thought, just when he heard a voice and whipped his head back to see her. An almost sheepish laugh escaped him, looking down at the soil, most of which stained his hands. "Honestly? Just dirtyin' my hands, mainly," dusting his hands off as much as he could, trying to get them clean as he stood up, her offer earning another look at her, and yes, chocolate brown eyes catching a glimpse of her stomach, brows raising slightly, though hopefully not too obvious. "A beer, huh? Ice cold? It's definitely....getting hot out here, so, an ice cold beer works for me? A pretty please thrown to a pretty girl?"

open to : m, older male or eddie munson vibes or even throw your mean overprotective muses at her

possible connections : neighbor in the trailer park, lawn maintenance at the trailer park, mechanic coming by to work on someone’s car, someone else’s boyfriend/husband who lives in the area

plot : your muse is outside doing something, and duffy is completely enamored

Duffy had been watching them for the better half of an hour, twirling a soft strand of bleach blonde hair around her finger as she worked up the courage to approach. She’d anticipated their arrival, she’d even dolled herself up for it, craving their attention so badly it felt like her only driving force these days. All she would do was sit in bed, staring up at posters and imagining a life with them, and they’d barely even had two full conversations. She was an idiot, she had convinced herself, she needed to move on and face the facts that he would never notice her. It had started to work, until today, when Duffy’s horoscope told her that love was in the air, and she just couldn’t chance it. One more deep breath, and she was out the door, slow to approach the other as her boots crunched in the grass and dirt and her hands slipped into the back pockets of her daisy dukes, gingerly making her way over with a smile sweet as sugar. “Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” The blonde chirped, smile spreading even further onto her face as she nodded down to whatever they were working on. “Y’know, I’d fix you up a beer if you asked real nicely..” Duffy trailed off, biting her lip in playful flirtation as she leant back on her heels slightly, exposing her taut smooth stomach only moments ago sheathed by her crop top.

[kiissme]

@stcrryhaze​​, — rodrigo

“Not at all,” Rodrigo responded with a soft smile, taking a step closer to Faye as he broke the distance between them and searched for her lips, his hand grabbing her chin as he kissed her for a moment, before breaking the short kiss and search for her eyes. “Happy birthday.” he said without losing his smile. He had missed her in the morning, claiming he had to finish some work stuff before he got to meet her during the evening, but truth was he had a whole night planned; and it was his intention to keep it a secret. “I was thinking… and I hate to say this, but I really need to drop this thing off by Roman’s before the day ends. Do you mind us going over there? I’ve got a reservation for us later. I promise.”

            An uncharacteristic giddy laugh escaped her before feeling his lips on hers. That was when a soft sigh barely escaped as she indulged in the kiss between them. She loved that feeling of freedom with Rodrigo, she could often veer toward the dramatic side at times and it was exhilarating to be with someone that accepted that side of her, even welcomed it. Looking into his eyes, her lips stretched in a wide smile, “Thank you,” she let out, inclined for another, hopefully, longer kiss, but his words made her stop in mid-attempt. “Aw, really?” She knew that was perhaps a bit on the childish side, letting out a sigh followed with a nod. “Sorry, just kinda wanted more time with you since you slipped away like a ninja earlier in the mornin’, but... Yeah, ‘course. It’s important, so ‘course.” Smiling as she moved to capture a kiss between them once more, but this time taking care to make it linger longer than their previous one, his taste coursing through her to at least sustain her for the time being before breaking away. “Hey, as long as I get to spend the day with you, yeah? That’s all I really want for my birthday. And a good drink and meal, but you’re top priority.” 

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"It's okay! Really. I can tell you genuinely feel bad about it, not gonna pour salt into the wound." But, once again, she would definitely take her up on the dry cleaning. Relief did flood her, however, when the other confirmed it wasn't cringe to mention that Jane just so happened to be a fan of Devon's music. "Oh, good, that's awesome, really. I..." A soft laugh huffed its way from her lips. "I'm not usually this star struck, but, I mean, your voice, it's just... God, hard to explain? But it just has this way of just hitting through you with your songs. Like a warm embrace? Oh, god, that is cringe. I don't know, like a siren song, it just sort of hooks into you and I love that. I'm a..." She shook her head, "Well, I'm trying to be a singer — I am a singer just... Not quite...there yet," and with that, her brows furrowed, looking to the stain. "God... yeah, I was... I'm here for an audition, actually and... Oh, no, this..." she gestured toward her shirt, 'This is not good, first impression wise." She let out a breath, "I need to change..."

❝Your favorite shirt? Shit, I'm sorry, that's the worst,❞ Devon replied, feeling bad for the incident, but she knew that she had to make it up to the other, especially if the shirt was so important to her. When she mentioned that she'd take her up on the dry cleaning, Devon nodded. ❝Absolutely. Can't have you losing your favorite shirt,❞ she told the other with a smile. As the other woman told her that she liked her music before spiraling a bit, wondering if it was cringe, she shook her head, ❝No, no, you're fine. Thank you, I appreciate it!❞

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@vileintcnt for some johnny fun

It stung, just a bit. Standing in his penthouse, the boxes of his now ex-wife's things were gone, making the place feel a bit more bare...but also a bit light. No more fighting, he could have had the whole place to himself in utter relief and silence. But... That wasn't entirely Johnny's way, striking up a bar, had his drink, and...flirted with a younger woman that wasn't exactly unattached. A soft chuckle escaping as he looked up at the same woman, accompanied with her friend, a lazy grin on his face. "Sure your little boyfriend won't mind you being here?" he asked, strolling towards the two of them. "I mean, smart to bring your friend here with you... Think little red riding hood could've saved herself from being devoured by the uh..." He paused, turning toward the friend, a grin on his face as he brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "...big bad wolf." He gave a shrug, his eyes moving to the one he flirted with, gesturing towards his eye, "It's alright, darling. Your boyfriend had passion to try and protect you from big bad me... But his sucker punch?" He gave a shrug, flexing his hand, knuckles scratched and blood dried. "Barely felt like a tap. Both of your boyfriends were good to scamper away... You sure... You both don't uh... Don't want to tend to them? Or..." His eyes, predatory and lustful as he eyed them both, flashing his pearly whites. "...you really wanna stay and have fun with me?"

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An almost gleeful chuckle escaped the redhead, offering a shrug to Iris. "It's a rarity, we know. Don't think me or Keith are well liked in the neighborhood because of it. The married folks 'round here think we're gloatin' when we're..." Her words trailed off, her smile only widening as she tosses a look to Keith who only smirks a bit too proudly. "Well... When we're...not quiet together..." Her husband chuckling deeply fingers stroking along her inner thigh, making Faye bite her lip and inwardly shiver. "Not that the women say anythin' 'bout it to me, but you could see it, it's in their eyes. They absolutely hate me..."

"At least they keep it from you. The men are not at all bashful 'bout it to me. But in that weird sorta way where... I've no idea if they're happy for me or hate me for it. But they're always comin' at me with some swagger and wantin' details and the like." He gave a shrug, "I mean, I can't be blamin' them," looking proud at Faye, smiling wide. "My wife is very hot and makes the absolute prettiest sounds..."

"Shut up," she let out with a laugh, light swatting at his shoulder as he only chuckled. "I get the same, though, kind of." Looking over at Iris, gesturing toward him, "You want a real show? See this one mow the lawn and the like without his shirt, practically causes a stampede of women comin' 'round, suddenly wantin' to be neighborly." Keith snorted at that, making Faye laugh. "I'm serious! Not that I have an issue with it, he's gorgeous, but, god, be upfront 'bout it, at least."

Listening to their new neighbor, Keith was the first to react, "Shite, I'm sorry 'bout the divorce. That's rough. You see that a lot, nowadays. I think Faye's uh, your magazine did an article about the rising number of 'em, yeah?"

"Aye," she nodded, "We did. Like my husband said, gotta be rough. Don't feel the pressure to talk 'bout it with us, but, y'know, you can, even if it's just to vent. But, lawyer, aye? Keith's sister, my best friend that, apparently tried to keep me away from 'im, she's a lawyer as well."

He hummed, "Alyssa Mitchell, Criminal Law. So, even as grown ups, we bump our heads together here and there — I'm a detective, so, that's loads of fun. What law do you practice?"

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As expected. There was a small twitch to his lips, the desire to smile, even chuckle, rose in him greatly. His face restrained, as stoic as he could muster to be. Yet his heart feels light, and he craves to joke with her, to laugh, to kiss her. That is a desire that blooms hotly within his chest.... Yet he could not. He knew he could not and that was to be his fate. To call her aunt seemed such a tragic fate. And yet... "A walk....?" His brows raised and lips slightly parted. It sounded simple enough, innocent enough. But whether one sounded and what it truly was could be marked as the same thing... He did not know. His fingers flexed as his hands rested by his side, a strong inclination to take her hand in his striking him. But he could not. He could not! Absolutely not.

"That... Yes... Yes, it is, quite, isn't it?" Oh, he was. He was. Giving a nod with a smile, raising a hand and gesturing toward the gardens. "Let us, then. You are right, it would be a shame to waste such a lovely evening inside. And.. I suspect you would like a distraction from all the wedding plans most likely thrown at you last minute." It was more of a reminder to himself, that she is to be wed to his uncle, a desperate plea to Nathan himself to not get carried by desires he should not have. Taking the first definitive step outside of the home and towards the gardens with their lush scent of flowers wafting toward them both, he took a deep breath. There was a certain scent, suddenly, not one he recognized. Not at all like any of the flowers in the garden, but something sweet, and warm, enticing to the smell...and he soon realized it was her. Making his heart quake, his breath slightly uneven, though he did his best to hide it. "I..." he started, parting his lips hoping more words to come out, licking his lips. "...I suppose your family is excited about tomorrow? You have...sisters, yes? There should be much dancing to be had if they are infatuated with dancing, of course. The Lady of the house," not his mother, never his mother, but the true wife of his father, of course, "had made it a point of arranging the best musicians to play. It was a very important task, apparently. She is quite, uh, proud of it" He leaned over, as if conspiring, "...they say, or I have heard, that she maneuvered the band away from another engagement. That of her biggest rival. Outbid from her, right under her nose. So, you should feel very honored, I am sure."

“it has been…as expected.” is the politest way dolly is capable of wording it. she’s humble and grateful to be wed to a man who was able and willing to take care of and keep her, however that part of her that always craved the affection she’d only ever read about in books was hard to ignore, a desire that she was hard pressed to remove, or even really want to. the words are full to the brim with earnest, however there’s a part of what she feels about the day that she holds back on disclosing. after all, she could hardly confess to the painful fact that she found herself longing to be standing next to another member of the family at the altar, the one that she suspects her mother would lambast her for without taking a single breath. she was married for the sake of her family, the sacrificial lamb so her sisters were able to have a little more leeway about who they married and when. she was the only one who hadn’t some secret tryst they were in the middle of, ironic now that she thought about it, that she’d taken the fall with that in mind, only to find herself mere inches away from a somebody she would tryst with without thought. a somebody she would never have met in the first place had it not been for the arranged marriage.

“take a walk with me?” she asks it as casually as she can, though the sparkling hope in her eyes is hard to ignore, and even harder for her to disguise. a part of her still craved his presence and attention, another part wanted to know everything and anything about him. to know him better than anyone else had ever even attempted to. another part of her was screaming at her to stop, but she wouldn’t listen – not until she had no choice to. “it’s a lovely, warm evening. i think it’s the perfect night for a walk.” she suspects she’d ask it even if it was raining outside, or thundering or hailing. the need to just be with him, alone, almost too much to bear.