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jencohen:

His compliments triggered an uncharacteristic flush to blossom up her chest and stain her cheeks. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the attention. “Flattery will get you everywhere, you cheater.” Her eyes flicked up to his before she nodded slightly in acceptance. “I’ll go as long as you don’t mind my staying glued to your side the entire night. I’m bad at mingling and small talk and I can’t imagine it’s any easier around the upper class. I’ll also need some help picking out an outfit.” The more she thought about it, the more nerve-wracking the night actually seemed. She wondered if maybe she should’ve taken the night to think the offer through. The idea of meeting his family and being surrounded by incredibly rich socialites and benefactors and trying to find a dress that didn’t look horribly cheap by comparison was nerve-wracking. What if she made a fool of herself? What if his parents hated her? “What do girls’ wear to this sort of thing. Is this like… a gown occasion? Or like… should I wear a… pant suit? I don’t know. Oh god, this already feels like a terrible idea. I hope you know you’ll be paying me in sexual favors for a long, long time after this.” 

The seemingly infinite list of demands and exhausted questions only succeeded in causing a chuckle to rumble in the back of Dawson’s throat. “Jen,” he began cautiously, treading lightly as he slowly moved  his hands up and down her arms in a means of comfort, “I promise I will take care of you, okay? I would never leave you alone with a single one of those uppity do-gooders who think their shit don’t stink-- they might tell you all the dirty secrets I harbor from my teenage years and you might not like me after that so,” he trailed off, letting the air swallow the rest of his sentence as he looked at her, the sincerity deeply etched onto his features as he continued, “It’s a black-tie affair, so you’ll need a gown. My mother has an attendant at Neiman Marcus who will help you find something that makes you look good enough to eat,” he grinned playfully, sinking his teeth into the exposed skin of her shoulder, “and since you’ve agreed to be my date, I’m buying your dress-- and whatever else you need.” Reaching up, he pressed a finger over her lips, silencing the protests he knew would follow, “End of story.”  Deciding to advert any other excuses she may try to use, he let his lips melt against hers in a heated kiss, his tone light as he pulled away slightly, “I’d much rather talk about these sexual favors I’m going to owe you. Do share, love.” 

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adyscns:

She could feel his eyes on her, a feeling of unease still surrounded her as she felt her bed dip. Adyson listened carefully to what he was saying, her eyes looking down at her thumb slowly rubbing against the cuticle of the thumb on the opposite hand. It was a habit that she’s never grown out of. It kept her mind slightly preoccupied, that is, until she got pulled towards him. A loud gasp filled the room as her back plopped down onto her bed. Her dark brown eyes narrowing as she looked up at him. Yet, that anger was replaced with with her kind of mischief. “I don’t know, especially after this stunt you just pulled,” she reached out to him, tugging on his shirt so that she could straddled him. Their faces being close enough to look each other in the eyes. Bright mischievous emerald eyes staring into brown playful ones. “I don’t know if I can forgive you. Maybe if I just…” Adyson’s hands were resting on his shoulders, her face inching closer and closer towards his. Her words slowing down ever so slightly. “Just maybe, if I get close enough to–” Her lips barely brushing over his before moving to his cheek. A light gasp to just top it all off before she pushes him back onto the bed while her fingers quickly tapped against his sides. “Close enough to distract your arrogant ass!” She chuckled, “But yeah, I forgive you. Just don’t pull that shit again. You have been warned, Vanderbilt. We did grow up with each other, so don’t think I won’t ever use the things that I’ve learned about you against you.” 

Dawson’s gaze widened at her sly movement, the humor suddenly vanishing from his expression as it was replaced with something darker. They’d always been physical with each other-- just never in the way he wanted. She’d tease him relentlessly, only to roll away seconds later, leaving him with a raging case of blue balls and a hazy memory of what it felt like to have her body pressed against his. His hands immediately fell to her hips, his touch hot against her cool skin, while his eyes locked on her lips, watching them near with pure skepticism. She wouldn’t kiss him, that much he was certain of, but she was so close that he could practically taste her on his tongue and the urge to close the distance between them was stronger than anything he’d ever felt towards her before. His eyes closed on their own accord and he finally felt the flutter of her lips against his own, only to be pushed onto his back while she assaulted his sides with her fingers. “Fuck you, Adyson,” he grumbled, swatting at her hands while fighting the laughter that bubbled in the back of his throat, “You’ll pay for that one,” he finally managed to breathe out, narrowing his gaze on hers at her ominous statement, “That threat is mutual, love. Don’t think that because I’ve seen you naked-- albeit ten years ago, but it still counts in my book-- I won’t go to war against you. I’ll fight dirty, too.” Crawling up the bed to situate himself on the pillows, he made himself comfortable, reaching for the ice cream, “Get us some spoons will you-- and put on a movie. We’re having date night.” 

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jencohen:

The shift in atmosphere was palpable and Jenny paused her attack of his lips to meet his gaze, resting her chin on her folded up arms. “An offer?” she repeated hesitantly, reaching out to curl a lock of his hair around her finger. Her mind raced at the possibilities, centering around worst case, anxiety-inducing scenarios, and her heart rate followed suit. Her wide eyes took in his every reaction as he spoke. He wanted her to accompany him to a charity benefit. Where his family would be. As his date. “Me?” Her voice did little to mask her surprise. She just barely stifled the shocked laugh that threatened to slip through her lips. “I don’t know that I really fit in that world…. I mean, your parents would not be impressed.” The corners of her mouth pulled up in a tight smile, but her eyes still stared into his, trying to find some sort of deeper meaning to his invitation. 

Dawson’s gaze stayed locked on her face, searching her eyes and reading her expressions as if they were the most interesting novel he’d ever encountered-- which, in a way, she was. Her reactions were always so hard for him to predict and, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t figure her out. Exhaling a long sigh at her response, he was silently thankful she didn’t immediately decline and he still had some room for persuasion. “Yes you,” he replied with an eye roll, gently moving his fingertips over her soft skin as he continued, “I will have you know that I barely fit in with those people-- and my parents would adore you. Not only because you’d be the first girl I brought to one of these things in like five years, but because it’s hard not to like you, Jen,” he trailed off, a lazy smile touching his lips as he continued, “I mean, you’re gorgeous-- obviously-- but l would genuinely have a good time if you were there. You’re unpredictable as hell,” he chuckled, moving his hands to toy with her hair, “and I genuinely like you. So, be my date. Please.”  

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astridpls:

“Actually no, I watched the newest batch of freshmen when most were rushing my house it was a true tragedy so many girls doing whatever - er I mean whoever to be on top. And I don’t need anyone to make me feel better babe i’m golden unless you do want to beat someone up for me really you’re no help”

“I’m more than happy to let them top if they so please,” Dawson shot back with a quiet snicker, his brows waggling salaciously as he looked up at her, “You really don’t know what you’re missing. I could change your life.” His brows knotted and he tilted his head curiously at her final statement, “Beat someone up for you? For what reason?”

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adyscns:

“Yeah, but that fucking hurt,” she quietly mumbled to herself as she watched him briskly walk into her room. For a sense of privacy, she had to close the door behind her. Her sisters were probably lurking around, taking bets of whether or not she was going to actually sleep with him. She could already feel herself hurling over the thought of that happening. Her slightly pouted lips countered the stern look in her eyes. Her eyes followed the container being flung onto her bed as the corner of her lips turned up the slightest. In fact, it was actually her favorite flavor of ice cream too. “The only men that will probably always get it right,” she whispered. As she sat on her bed, Adyson didn’t want to make any eye contact with him. She knew that they were just words. Words aren’t necessarily supposed to hurt you, especially if you hear from someone that isn’t anywhere remotely like your father. But in that instance, all she could feel was that slight jab to her heart as if she had just gotten off the phone with her dad. “I know… I just– I don’t know what got over me, Dawson. Words are just words, but damn. That shit hurt.” She sighed, still avoiding looking up at him. Instead, she patted the space next to her. “I mean, feel free to sit, or whatever,” she muttered. “I’m sorry about– all the petty shit I do… I guess.”

Dawson could practically feel the tension begin to dissipate from the air as she moved over to the bed, her words causing tendrils of deep regret to snake their way into his heart and root themselves there. His harsh words and snarky insults were never meant to actually cause her any pain, but somehow he’d really managed to really strike a nerve and the apologetic look on his face revealed his remorse. “I know we always shoot shit at one another and you really give me hell for pretty much everything I do-- but I would never say anything to intentionally hurt you. I’ve practically known you my whole life, Adyson. I’d never jeopardize this friendship over something as dumb as a snide remark that’s not even the truth,” he replied genuinely, moving over to the bed at her quiet invitation. Perching himself on the end, he studied her face for a few long moments, trying to gauge her emotions. She had always been a difficult one for him to read, but that didn’t stop him from trying anyways. A quick hand darted out and wrapped around her bony ankle before he yanked her towards him, nearly tossing her off the bed in the process, “You don’t have to be sorry. I’ve been putting up with your ass since we were five. I can handle your petty shit. You forgive me yet?” he asked, the serious look on his face turning into an arrogant smirk as he looked down at her, emerald green eyes glinting mischievously in the dim lighting of her room. 

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jencohen:

Sounds like we have an agreement. The words twisted at her stomach. It was a good thing that the possibility of a relationship wasn’t on the table, but she’d still hoped–as she always seemed to–that she would be different than the other girls he took to bed. She wanted to be special, even though the notion itself was ridiculous. They’d always been crystal clear about what they were and there was no changing a guy like Dawson. Rather than let the uncomfortable knots settle, Jenny channeled all her confusion into the kiss, pressing her lips feverishly against his. Her hands immediately went for his hair, gripping it like a lifeline as she transferred her body weight wholly onto him–not an inch separating their bodies. “So can I go down on you this time, or are you gonna turn down head twice in one night?” 

A throaty chuckle managed to pass through Dawson’s kiss swollen lips at her snarky inquiry, his fingertips aimlessly tracing up and down her spine as he tilted his head, narrowing his smoldering green gaze on her face. “I was trying to be a gentleman,” he replied with feigned dejection, his bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout before he continued, “Apparently my efforts go unappreciated.” The somber look his features slowly melted away as a more serious one took its place. It was out of character for him to get nervous asking a girl to be his plus one to an event, but Jen was such a wildcard and he had no idea how she would respond to the thought of being thrust into his world of expensive cocktails and mindless mingling with socialites. “I have an offer for you,” he began, reaching up to trace his thumb along her plush bottom lip while he studied her expression to gauge her reaction, “Every year, my family hosts a charity gala to benefit the St. Jude Research Hospital located here in New York,” he paused, taking a quiet breath as he decided to give her another glimpse into his personal life, “When my little sister was born, she came 7 weeks early and had to be rushed to the NICU at St. Jude. The doctors were so incredible that my family decided to host a benefit as a form of thanks. Anyway,” he shook his head, clearing his thoughts to navigate back to his original point, “I want you to come with me-- as my date.” 

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adyscns:

Adyson tossed her phone to the foot of her bed, a heavy sigh coming out her parted lips. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked up at her ceiling. What the hell? Why was she so upset over the fact that he called her cold? With that one string of words, it struck a nerve in her that she wasn’t expecting. Her jaw was still clenching over the fact that she allowed him to get to her like that. She could usually just ignore him being an ass up until that point. Her thoughts were interrupted with a knock on the door and his voice echoed throughout her room. She let out a frustrated groan. “Oh, wow. You sure it’s me that you want to see right now? Or is it one of my sisters that you could tally on your record to show me?” She said back, sitting up to stare at her door. “Didn’t think that you’d want to show up at my door since I have such a cold personality.” Her words drenched with venom, and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. “Careful, Dawson, don’t want you to freeze your balls off. How’re you going to brag about them now?” She reached out to open her door. Taking a step back as she crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want?”

Dawson leaned his forehead against the door, an obnoxiously loud groan passing through his lips as she continued to throw his words-- which were supposed to be a mere tease-- back in his face. “You know I was just messin’ around with you, Ady. I wouldn’t even bother to count how many times you have insulted my douchey personality and called me rude names each and every day-- multiple times a day,” he shook his head, pushing the fingers of his free hand through his perpetually disheveled hair. “Look, I came to apologize,” he paused, taking a deep breath when the door finally swung open to finally reveal the woman of the hour. Having known her for so long, it was clear to see that his comment had really struck a nerve and her emotions were written all over her face. Without bothering to wait for her to invite him in, he quickly brushed past her tiny body, entering the familiar room and tossing the cold pint of ice cream atop her bed before he spoke, his tone attempting to lighten the mood as he said, “I brought your favorite men with me. Ben and Jerry would never do you wrong.” Finally turning to face her, he dropped his arms by his side, “I really didn’t mean what I said-- so, I’m sorry.”

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jencohen:

Propping herself up on one elbow, Jenny pouted at Dawson. “You can’t tempt me like that and then roll away,” she whined, dragging a hand through his mussed hair. “I mean, all this talk of my ass getting tossed over your lap has me ready for round two. Wasn’t tonight supposed to be about pleasing me?” Her innocent doe eyes were tainted with mischief and before he could even settle against the pillows Jenny was swinging a leg over his waist to straddle him. After a prolonged moment of appreciating the view, Jenny slowly leaned forward until her forearms rested on either side of his head, their faces were barely inches apart.“I won’t fall in love if you don’t,” she whispered against the shell of his ear before kissing and nipping down toward the base of his neck.  

A lazy chuckle rumbled in the back of Dawson’s throat as he turned his head to look at her, the low light of his bedroom causing his warm gaze to glint with a mischief that matched hers. Taking a deep breath, his lips parted, no doubt to voice the teasing remark hanging on the tip of his tongue, but his thoughts were quickly silenced when she moved to straddle his lap, every inch of her soft skin on display for his ogling eyes. His hands immediately went to her waist, his thumbs absently drawing circles on her hips as he slowly looked her up and down, blatant appreciation etched onto his features. Her words caused a subtle shiver to snake up his spine and, tilting his head to the side, he succumbed to the feeling of her lips against his skin, his words coming out low and throaty when he finally spoke, “Good-- sounds like we have an agreement,” he murmured, moving his hands to slide through her hair and guide her lips to his for another heated kiss. 

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@abouthayden: what if i don't insult you the entire time? @dawsonvanderbilt

@dawsonvanderbilt: i'll buy u a maserati @abouthayden

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@abouthayden: I can even with you over a couple drinks, if I'm honest. @dawsonvanderbilt

@dawsonvanderbilt: i'll buy u top shelf if u don't insult me for a whole 5 minutes @abouthayden

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Dawson was absolutely no stranger to the chi zeta eta sorority house-- in fact he was certain he was in the house more than some of the sisters were if he really thought about it. He was frequently caught sneaking half-naked through the foyer in the wee hours of the morning trying to escape without running into one of the many ghosts of hookups past. He didn’t even bother to ring the bell, instead entering the house like he belonged there-- which he was sure some of the women would prefer, really. Giving them a curt wave as he trekked through the house, he made it to the staircase in record time. He knew exactly which room belonged to Adyson and, even though he generally avoided that whole area of the house, he was a man on a mission tonight. He beelined for her bedroom, the pint of her favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream freezing his palm as he tossed it back and forth between his hands. Bracing himself for the storm he knew was waiting on the other side of the door, his raised his fist and knocked a few times, leaning against the frame as he called out, “Adyson? C’mon, I know you’re home. Let me in.”

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@abouthayden: I can't even with you right now. oh my god. @dawsonvanderbilt

@dawsonvanderbilt: you say that so often, i am beginning to wonder when u can even with me. whenever u figure it out, lmk @abouthayden

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@abouthayden: is that a haiku? @dawsonvanderbilt

@dawsonvanderbilt: what's a haiku? @abouthayden

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@abouthayden: unwanted touching, whether with a body part, an object, a liquid, or any other method under the control of the subject causing the touch, it can be charged as a battery.

@abouthayden: 👼

@dawsonvanderbilt: is this a haiku @abouthayden

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jencohen:

Jenny squealed as her hands were pinned above her head, her chest heaving at the sudden shift in power. But even with his body hovering over hers, she couldn’t stifle the smug smirk on her lips. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Are you gonna spank me, daddy?” she teased playfully, bucking her hips to relieve the pressure he had building between her legs. With his face so close to hers, she couldn’t resist leaning forward to nip at the tip of his nose. “Fight as dirty as you want, Vanderbilt. You know I won’t say no.” 

“Don’t tempt me, woman,” Dawson replied under his breath, his lips brushing hers with every word he spoke, “I will toss your ass right over my lap and not stop to think twice about it.” Pulling his head back as she leaned for his nose, he tried to fight the laughter rumbling in his chest, “I will have you know, your inability to say no to me is one of the things I like most about you. Right behind your glorious tits and your perfect ass. Those are definitely my favorite,” he grinned, tweaking her nipple between his fingers before releasing her wrists and flopping down onto his back on the bed beside her. Turning his head to give her a faux-serious look, he murmured, “Now, don’t you go fallin’ in love with me, Jennifer Cohen,” he teased, the drawl in his voice more prominent than ever as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a genuine, crooked smile finding its way onto his features as he gave her a sleepy-eyed look. 

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@ady_hendrix: i dont fucking care how many of my sisters you fuck. that shit doesn't get to me, unlike you @dawsonvanderbilt

@ady_hendrix: go ahead and do that shit. put a notch on your bed post and show off how much of an ass you are @dawsonvanderbilt

@dawsonvanderbilt: jeez. chill, adyson. it was just a joke... @ady_hendrix

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@ady_hendrix: funny, that's not what one of your frat bros said last night. but then again why do igaf? i'm cold remember @dawsonvanderbilt

@dawsonvanderbilt: are you gonna rub that in my face every chance you get? because i can keep a running tally of all your sisters i fuck and send it to you weekly @ady_hendrix