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Nice buns, princess.

      “for your sake, i’ll assume you’re referring to my HAIR.”

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      it’s not  right , is it? to have him, a somewhat stranger, a MARRIED man, her neighbor so close to her she can her his heartbeat, its sound pounding a comforting lull; to be holding onto him with a grasp fiercer than death itself, tears staining the front of his shirt, their color matching the dark smudges circling her sea-colored gaze. 

      her growing grief, her silent sobs—-they are racking her slight frame, fingers curled into fabric, dark locks unruly as she struggles to still herself. PAIN—–it stains every part of her, burning her edges like a hungry flame. there’s a prayer on the tip of her tongue, words she has been  trained  to speak: pardons for mercy and forgiveness, for strength to forget this tragedy, for purity to replace any and all thoughts that had led her to this place. but instead of holy phrases carefully and cautiously strung together, there is only one word that drops from her lips, its taste in her mouth more SACRED than any prayer she’d ever said before.

                                            “ ——- SETH. ”

      there’s a pause, room for her to suck in a shaking breath, lifting up her pale face just enough to meet her cyan eyes to his, her voice soft, dripping with a desperation.                                  “please don’t leave me alone.”

      and in spite of their closeness, in spite of the sheets, in spite of any compromising position she might be in, kate is drowning, feels herself slipping away; and it is seth, a man, flesh and blood and lust in one, not thoughts of any god that keep her afloat.

                   forgive me father,                                  for i have sinned,                                         and i feel no remorse.

It was as if he was driven entirely based upon the desire to fulfill her request. His fingers brushed tentatively against the apples of her cheeks in an attempt to remove that tears that still clung to her pale flesh. The concerns that he had harbored about all of this being wrong seemed to fade away as he let his arms curl around the petite frame of his next door neighbor. 

The urgency of her request had been enough to convince him that this was the right thing to do, that nothing bad would come of it. This was simply a friend trying to comfort a friend during a trying time. At least, that was what he had begun to tell himself over and over again until it seemed to stick.

“It’s okay.” 

It wasn’t. It mattered little the amount of times that he whispered those two words to her because nothing would fill the void that he been created in Kate’s life now that her mother was gone. He could not even begin to imagine the pain that Scott and Jacob were experiencing. 

The loss of a loved one was always unexpected, always painful. There was no amount of ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I’ll be praying for you’ that could mend the pain of a broken heart. All he could was give Kate exactly what she had demanded of him in her fragile state. 

Some company.

The dampness of her tears upon his shirt causes a pained expression to cross his features, the hand that had been gravitating beside her face now pressed firmly against her back as he pulled her closer. There was no intimacy in his actions, just the desire to make the pain go away even if it were only for an instant. 

It was difficult to see Kate in such a state given the fact that since the day he had moved in next-door, he had always known her to be STRONG. It was what Vanessa had detested and what Seth had admired. The arguments that lasted long into the night had all stemmed from his own desire to treat her how she deserved to be treated; like a human fucking being. Instead of a child like his wife had been so insistent upon. 

“I’m so sorry, Kate.” 

The happiness and bravado that had once graced his voice had seemingly disappeared and was replaced by a hoarse whisper in a vain attempt to provide the girl some resemblance of support. 

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♙

Most people would assume that sharing a bed with someone had to involve some level of romance. But that thought had never even crossed Seth’s mind. All he had done was try to comfort the girl and ensure that she was okay. He had been adamant that she needed to get away from her parents for the night, and that the only person on the street who would be willing to cross her father would be him. It was not hard to tell that she needed some sympathy and a shoulder to cry on, and he had been more than willing to provide her with both.

It helped that Vanessa had not been home in a number of days haven taken off in the middle of the night over some ridiculous argument involving his brother. If his wife had have been there, he was sure she would have demanded that Kate turn around and go back home. Vanessa was not necessarily the jealous type, but it had become quite apparent that she was growing tired of being second place on the list of her husband’s priorities.

Neither Seth nor Vanessa had expected guests within the first few months of the move, and so the room that had been created with the purpose of acting as a guest room was still filled with unopened boxes. It just did not seem right to Seth to turn her away due to there being no room, no place for her.

“I’ll take the sofa.” 

It was a friendly request in order to make the girl feel comfortable or at least ensure that nothing unpleasant happened between the two of them that could potentially ruin the relationship the two of them had formed. But the sobs that escaped Kate had managed to wake Seth from his slumber in the guest room that was adjacent to the master bedroom.

“Shit.” 

The logic part of him begged him to stay asleep, ignore the wails escaping the girl but the sensitive part of him was desperate to check on her. As much as he tried to suppress the sympathetic side of him, it just seemed to come out almost naturally whenever he was with the girl.

But the last thing that he had expected upon walking into the dimly lit bedroom was for Kate to reach for his hand, eyes swollen and red due to the mixture of tears and mascara. Although he knew there would be Hell to pay if Vanessa returned home and witnessed this sight, he couldn’t just turn his back on her when she seemed to need someone so badly.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” 

He smiled solemnly as Kate pressed her head against his chest, a delicate hand resting beside it as her eyes flickered to a close. Seth should have shrugged her off as soon as she drifted to sleep but he couldn’t, she deserved to have some company even if it meant having to share a bed with the preacher’s daughter.

But this was all innocent.

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     crap. she’d been staring, blue eyes practically glazing over as she caught sight of the man in the doorway. it wasn’t until his voice brushed against her ears that she came out of her trance, face flushing slightly.

     she’d been ready to head over with the whole family to greet the neighbors, a tradition of fellowship that her father had upheld since they first moved into the neighborhood themselves. usually, these meetings were nothing unbearable, just awkward, polite, if a little boring. kate would sit and nod and listen to her parents evangelize eagerly, toying with her food or simply zoning out completely. but as many times as the brunette had taken part in this routine, she’d never found herself quite as interested in any new additions to the neighborhood as she did right then.

      god, he’s handsome, dark eyes, dark hair, golden skin—–it’s making her dizzy. she hadn’t even registered the fact that her parents and scott had entered the house, she was so distracted. ( by a married man, nonetheless. ) blinking a bit, she says a quick prayer, asking for forgiveness for the momentary lust, a word that stings her mind and her heart to even think of, praying for the strength to focus on showing the couple the love of God and nothing else. now, running a hand through her hair, the smallest of smiles on her pink lips, she gives a little shrug.   ❛ they’re very good at socializing. they love to greet new neighbors with a housewarming gift——-we, um, we all do. ❜

This level of generosity was something that Seth had never really experienced before. Of course, he had seen something similar to it once as a child but nothing compared to what he was currently experiencing with his new neighbors. He knew Vanessa would be frustrated that he was so uncomfortable, he knew should would be beyond pissed due to the fact that he would draw far too much unwanted attention to the two of them.

As each member of the family passed by him and entered the home that he had purchased at a steal as his wife had described, (adamant that the two of them at least pretend as though they were a happily married couple), he couldn’t help but note that one member of the family failed to cross the threshold and enter the home. His brows arched curiously as he turned in the direction of the raven haired girl who stood just outside. “Uh, you’re welcome to come inside, you know?” Seth gestured toward the living room where the rest of her family had moved, a smile on his lips as he attempted to appear somewhat welcoming.

“Something tells me it’s just your parents that love visiting the neighbors. No person your age is happy about having to visit the neighbors and potentially embarrass themselves.” There’s a knowing smile on his lips as he moves away from the door, a gentle hand pushing it closed as he moved to his wife’s side, a hand delicately rested against her hip. 

“Thank you for the gift, Mrs. Fuller.”

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                      There’s an awkward silence as Seth stares blankly at the door, curious as to whether or not the person on the other side was someone who would help him escape his wife. The second knock startles him and reminds him that it’s a matter of pleasantry to answer the door or to at least respond with a ‘I’ll be right there’. The hopefulness of an escape dissipates rather quickly as he is greeted with the sight of the family that lived just beside them. It was hard to be pleasant considering amicable conversations were never something that he was good at or did he care to indulge in. 

                                     “Well hello there, son. We are the Fullers, your neighbors. We just wanted to come on over and introduce ourselves, welcome you to the neighborhood. My wife was kind enough to make one of her famous pies for you.” 

                         Most people would argue that such a pleasant personality was infectious, but Seth believed otherwise. If there was one thing that he had grown to detest was how friendly people were to complete strangers, and this man was absolutely NO exception to that hatred. There is a glimmer of a smile on the dark haired man’s lips, an attempt to be as polite as possible despite how much he wished to the slam the door closed.

                         His hands (rather awkwardly) outstretched toward the pie casing, the warmth of the freshly baked good practically burning the palm of his hands. A part of him just wanted to keep staring at the steam rising and pretend as though he were listening when he could hardly be bothered offering even the slightest attention to whatever was coming out of his mouth. After a somewhat uncomfortable silence, Seth finally speaks. “Well, thank you. I would invite you inside but-...”

                         The excuse is quickly killed by the intrusion of his wife, Vanessa. Bounding down the stairs with a friendly smile outstretched across her lips, a delicate hand outstretching to the visitors. “Howdy neighbors! Why don’t you come on in?” Seth can feel the anger return as he cants his head toward his wife, brows furrowing. Had Vanessa seen the state of the living room? Boxes were piled up in every single corner of the house, and yet she had openly invited the neighbors in without so much as a discussion.

                         He pauses momentarily to move aside, allowing the family to cross the threshold one after another. But the only one not to move was the daughter. “Let me guess..” Seth smiles toward the raven haired girl, unsure of whether or not to say the next few words. “Is your father always like this, or are we just getting the special treatment?”

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❤❤❤ B)

✗ - for a drunken kiss // ☆ - for a kiss on the neck:

“You think you can just take off like that with no explanation?!” 

His breath was soaked in the cheap liquor that the motel had so graciously provided them with, each word holding more anger and venom than the one before. A hand grasped her hip with force, a vice like grip on her pale body. 

As forcefully as he could be in his intoxicated state, Seth pinned the girl against the wall. It had taken a matter of seconds for him to take control and hurt her more than he ever had before, physically, at least. 

He tried to be the tough guy but the expression on his face was one of concern rather than one of anger. As much as he tried to convince himself that she deserved to be scolded, it was impossible. 

She wasn’t a child, she was a woman. He had forced her to grow up before she was even ready.

“You can’t just leave like that..”

His words are almost inaudible as his mouth brushes lightly against the skin of her neck. Any common sense that Seth had was thrown out the window as he placed kiss after kiss against the flesh beneath his lips. 

It was a struggle to control the feeling that had long since been hidden away in an attempt to prevent himself from taking advantage of the girl he had now considered to be a partner in the same way that he once had his brother.

In the chaos of the situation, he had found his way to her lips and pressed against them with as much passion and force that he could muster. The same lips that had screamed at him and called him almost every name under the sun. She tasted exactly how he would have expected, perhaps even better.

This was a mistake.

The alcohol was to blame, there was no way that this was his fault. 

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❤❤❤❤ gimme yo kiss

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☠ - for an angry kiss

        she hates him. in this moment, she absolutely hates him. watching him reach for that fucking needle, that band around his arm, rubber tied tight and pressed against golden skin. 

       clear doe eyes look from the venomous contents of the syringe back to the other, anger beginning to color her delicate features, cheeks flushing a deep rose. perhaps she considers it cowardice, an easy way out, a fabricated cure for any regret or pain ( something foreign to a girl who’s driven a stake through her own father’s heart ).

        or perhaps this quiet rage stems from a place the preacher’s daughter is less willing to explore, a part of her kept guarded, even from herself. because maybe admitting to herself how she really feels about seth is more than she can take; because watching this poison drown this man who means so much to her is all too reminiscent of witnessing her mother choke down that handful of pills and seeing her father helpless, in absolute agony. maybe she hates a part of herself for letting this go on for so long. but now——-fuck. she refuses to let that be the case. kate will not watch, will not be helpless.      it’s in a swift move she pushes the syringe away, cyan hues locking onto his for a long moment as her hands move to cradle his face. she sucks in a deep breath, not letting her thoughts get too clear, for fear of leaving right then and hiding away. so she lets another breath hit her lungs before she closes the space between them. 

      and then she’s kissing him, her mouth on his, and he’s all she tastes, all she smells, all she feels; it’s a different sort of drowning, yes, but one she decides is worth the risk.