coda holds back a laugh as the male brings himself closer to her. she does so again when he kisses her neck. and  again as he whispers in her ear. she’d be lying if she said this wasn’t something she got nearly every time she dealt with someone like him. come on! she was a gorgeous girl dealing drugs for a living. not only was she a great boost for sales, but convincing as hell, especially in all the skin tight outfits she wore — much like the one she’s donning at the moment. a black pair of thigh highs along with a painfully short school girl-esque skirt and a cardigan was ironically enough the root of all men’s demise. “oh, baby,” she whispers gently, getting on her toes so she can reach his ear. her soft lips press to the shell of his ear as she speaks. “i can very well handle it. i shouldn’t be the one being questioned.” and with that, her hand lifts to his curls, tangling in the messy spays by his neck as her teeth tug teasingly on his earlobe. she was lowering herself down to the ground, but she couldn’t do such without pressing a few more kisses down the sharp line of his jaw and neck.

the taste of her was not  something  that  kit was unfamiliar with, getting  with  coda  naked  was  part  of   the  payment.  to him it didn't feel like he  was  doing  it because he had to, part of him was  doing  it  because  he  wanted to.  short on cash, sex was the only thing he had to offer for his dose of weed that only she made a deal with him for. kit trailed his lips against her neck,  while  reaching  down to grab a firm  hold on her ass; giving  it a squeeze as a smirk tugs at his lips before lifting  her  from the ground to carry her back to his car where they could  take  care  of "business." and his voice fell  into  a  deep whisper.  "forget about the weed for  a bit, i think  i  can  show  you  a  better  high than any drug  could ever  offer -- if you let me," he lifted her chin with his index  finger  and  let  her  down  on  the  hood  of his black  vehicle,  placing  a  hand on  either side of her face and he leaned  in  to  press  his  lips firmly against her plump pink  pair of lips.  he  pushed her back gently to let her lay down &  he  lifted  her  skirt  slightly  to press a kiss at her inner  thigh,  his  eyes  looking  up  toward  the  female.   "you're  keeping  these  on,  babe," he  lifts  the  band  of  the  thigh high  socks,  snapping  the  fabric  back  against  her skin.

Jan 25th, ‘15

        Abbott was walking to his car after getting his daily dose of coffee, newspaper reading and mingling among fellow socialites at the country club when he bumped into the other. He was distracted at the time, which was quite unlikely of him, but he accidentally poured coffee over the others shirt, and what was done couldn’t be reversed, so the boy proceeded to ask the other, “gosh, i’m so sorry. i’ll buy you another shirt like that, if that helps? coffee stains are the worst.”

    Sienna had a few books in hand, she was getting ready to head into the coffee shop to settle in and curl up with a few good books. She was skimming the back of a book when she felt a sudden hot liquid splash against her brand new sweater. "Hey, have you ever heard of watching where you're --" She tilted her head up to reveal the surprised expression the male was pulling, which clearly meant he had not meant to spoil her new sweater. And who was she to talk? She wasn't looking where she was going either, her eyes were glued to the words on the back of the book. A frown tugged at her lips when she recognized the stain already forming on her clothing. "You know, it was new. But, I think I have it in my budget to repurchase it if I return one of these books. But, how about that coffee? I can buy you a new one seeing as it's already soaking into my sweater," she shrugged her shoulders followed by a small laugh. "Good thing you caught me on a good day, otherwise I'd be making you buy me a whole new outfit."

[ ♔ ] meet the puppeteer

"i uh — i’m sorry i was a dick, alright? i just — i’m not good with words. or people. or situations. and i made a mess out of this one. i’ll do anything for you to forgive me? scout’s honor.”

" you & i both know that the both of us are no good with words. i say the wrong things too, but never in a harsh manner. you can't just say those things to me and expect me to be okay with it right away,  it's hard to hear you say that stuff, y'know? "

Meeting fans after a day at dayclub ‘The Island’ in Sydney, Australia - Jan 10th, 2015

holding the dime bag of weed between her  fingers, she extended a hand to the other.  "— ‘m afraid i can’t accept payment in sex anymore. don’t get me wrong, riding you is great, but m’boss is getting suspicious, and  i can’t keep coverin’ for you, babe.”

"— oh come on, i think you can manage    one  last  round  &  i won't come around again.  promise."  he   shifted  his   body  closer  to   hers, moving  her  hair to the side   before  pressing his  lips   against her  bare   neck,   tugging   at her   waist to   pull   her   fit  figure  against his own, letting  his  lips  wander  to  her  ear,  as his   voice lowers   to a   raspy   whisper. "unless, of course, you can't handle it.."

"wait     shh.” mariana placed her hands against the male’s chest as he leaned in for another kiss. “i think my brother’s home,” she muttered, a quiet giggle escaping her lips as the male went in for yet another kiss. “stop it! do you want him to catch us? you know he’ll kick your ass if he finds out.”

"     fuck.” frustration washed over him at the thought of his time with her was coming to an end, before an idea forms & his voice lowers to a whisper. "kick my ass?" he scoffed before rubbing his chin. "let's get out of here then, scaredy cat," he smirked before nodding toward the open window.