#thread:nate04

[marcelloderosa]

marcello -> nate | 2:07am.

marcello: bitch

[rhiannonfalla]

Red solo cup in hand, Rhia skipped back to Nate, a beer bottle between her arm and side to give to him upon her return. He was finally in earshot when she smiled to him, opening her mouth to announce her arrival when someone pulled her attention. She listened to the suggestion with a naive expression; she initially burst with excitement, the nostalgia of her preteen days coursing through her, followed quickly by a drawn out moment of hesitation. A kiss with no strings attached was harmless, except when it was in front of the person she’d been not-so-subtly flirting with for the past year. She looked to Nate with cautious eyes, trying to gauge his glowering expression, uncertain if she required his permission to agree. But he stayed silent, and they barely acknowledged what they had done during homecoming…. So, she plastered a smile on her face, turning to the other to accept their invitation. 

Besides a brief phone call, she and Nate never managed to talk about what happened between them during homecoming. It was only a blur of racey images to Rhia, but her chest still tightened and lit up like a fire when she thought about it. She didn’t feel certain that night held the same weight it did to Nate as it did for her; thus, she’d resolved to play it cool until it came up again... if it came up again. Then he grabbed her waist, Rhia letting out only a small protest before she was pressed against him. Her eyes darted from his chest up along his neck to his jaw, slowly tracing the features she’d adored over hundreds of days now. She relaxed into his embrace, mewing softly as she leaned into his cheek. His whispered words chilled her spine, her face flush with warmth from feeling his breath puff softly against her skin.

Even as the moment unfolded, there was an air of disbelief as her hand wrapped alongside the other side of his neck, fingers lightly scratching the back of his head. “I’ve been right here all night, Nate,” Rhia reminded him softly. Nate could have leaned in at any moment over the course of the night, and she would have graciously accepted his kiss. His touch sent a rush through her that was almost indescribable, rivaled only by the feel of a reckless dose of some opioid or another. “Quit pouting and come here,” she teased. She broke her gaze to focus on his pink lips, and the hand she wrapped around him caressed his cheek, a silent urge for him to come closer.

who: @rhiannonfalla​ where: dorm party when: right as the game of spin the bottle is kicking off

Nate was used to Rhia hanging off of him at a party, regardless of who else was in the picture. It always seemed like she ended up in his lap for at least a portion of the night, and despite the….shift between them, with what happened at homecoming, there was no difference that night. She had slipped away briefly to go get another drink and was on her way back when someone grabbed her, suggesting spin the bottle. Nate’s lips turned downwards slightly, though he didn’t say anything, his spine stiffening as he waited for her answer. And of course she said she would play, Nate’s irritation with that spiking as she glanced back at him.

Spurred on by the alcohol, by not wanting to watch her walk away, Nate reached out, grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her back to him, so she was standing between his legs, back flush to his front. He gently slid his arm around her waist, wrapping around her to hold onto her opposite hip, tucking his chin into the crook of her neck. “You’re gonna go play a game to find someone else to kiss when I’m right here?” he said into her ear.