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Marty leans into the kiss with ease, as though he was expecting it — as though she'll always fold for him. Feels smug about it, 'cos even though he was left, she came back. He won't let her get away again, too old to put in the effort to find anyone that even faintly resembles her. 'Cos really, he's not interested in it, people his age, prattling on about their kids, grandkids, Jesus Christ, no fucking way. Plus he loves her, so there's that. He meets her where she's at, the pace of the kiss mirrored, the languor of their mouths like they've got the rest of their lives, because they do. He'll probably wanna go again, but he'll give it a beat, mostly because it doesn't get up as quick as it used to. "What else do you want?" He murmurs between kisses.

it works. it works and she chastises herself for it. because beneath crows feet and a stubble greyed, oliver unearths a vision from ten or so years ago. back when they'd been a little lighter, dented but still undamaged by one another. and she almost remembers what it was like, to be twenty-something and so confident in their combined immortality. she loved him, then. the way that you love your first real boyfriend, the way that you always will. but that's not what unnerves her. its not even the habits back on, onto him and into his bed. it feels reminiscent, it also feels new, but worst of all, it feels like a choice. a charade foregone, sincerity peers through in its absence. blue eyes softened, a wrinkle between her brows, she draws him back in. and lips work without an agenda, his mouth hot against hers, a kiss unhurried and deepened. not the means to an end but for the sake of.

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Oh, he's got this in the bag. He grins all toothy, tact nowhere to be found. "I mean, I'm a big seafood guy. You gotta be living around here." He muses, although he wonders if she's like, vegan or something. "But I'm good with whatever." Jack adds quickly, looking at her wide-eyed like he's anticipating her to pick a date and time.

it's earnest in all the right ways and all the wrong ways, the kind that always seems to make the corner of her mouth twitch up and make her wonder if she's laughing at them or with them or both.   "   what kind of things do you like for dinner?   "   she counters, smiling lazily, like it's a negotiation and not an invitation. she likes to be challenging more than she likes a challenge. 

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"Oh, yeah, 'cos your last name's like French right? So you lived in the French part of Canada?"

"yeah, pretty much. less spanish, more french. you guys have better schools, obviously."

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"Not if I steal it." He quips back, not that he was ever one for stealing. More of schmoozer, making deals that would end up with him on his ass, one eye swollen shut and a bloody lip. He's only saying that because he's an asshole, an instinctive reflex to let her know he loves her but doesn't care about her enough to spend real money on her.

"You like that, huh?" A crooked grin wiped across his mouth, peering down at her. "You little gold digger." Still, he nods, an uncanny silence filling the space between them, peering down at her. No mistaking it, the love in his eyes. "Yeah I'll get you the fattest fuckin' rock there is."

it’s not his perversion alone. she wants what he wants. sometimes she thinks more. withholding only because she can. much like now, demanding an end to their marriage, fuelled by his reluctance alone. she would like a ring, too.

  〝 a divorce’s cheaper. 〞  not pulling away, and not redirecting, oliver stays close, lips catching his.

like with most attempts at direction, marty fails. and so does she, distractible and susceptible to his every whim. a body moulded to fit a larger frame, arms slung around marty’s neck. and when she goes to catch her breath, she doesn’t stray far.

  〝 you wanna get me a ring? 〞  

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Her lips on his neck work like salve, soothe a burn he didn't know was there. Always feels hot around her, and sometimes it hurts, when she says things he doesn't want her to say. But she knows what to say too. "Oh, baby. Say that again." He drawls, obnoxious, like he's drunk even though he's stone cold sober. "Bet you'd like that. Bent over the bar top, ass out." Knows some of the regulars would hand over their entire paycheque for a chance to see her in action, sees it in the way they look at her when she comes it. Knows it 'cos he's not so different from them, not above them, cut from the same cloth. "You want a ring? A real one? Is that it?"

contrasting her list of cons, marty's reason is such a triviality. yet she sympathises. because wife rolls off the tongue in a way girlfriend doesn't, and she likes the way husband tastes on her own. it doesn't shake her conviction to leave. only sways it ever so lightly. but it's disarming, his wish to claim her, and even in manipulation, it lowers her defences.   〝 baby, what does it matter what you call me? 'm all yours. 〞 marty guarded, oliver tries to ease the tension, perching up to kiss his neck. trailing a five o'clock shadow with soft lips until they greet his, feathery and teasing. 〝 you ain't gotta prove that to nobody. unless you wanna make 'em watch … 〞

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Lou flails between paralyzing fear and the desperate need to be something for her — or not quite something, but maybe, everything. Her dream guy. Someone who turns her on, as she does for him. He looks up, peering at her through dark lashes, face warmed at the mere sight of her eyes closed, the pouted part of her lips, all the sweet things he could get to come out if he doesn't fuck up. "Okay. You like it like this? Okay. I won't." He manages, stumbling over his words. Though she's a good distraction from his sabotaging thoughts, her skin feels like a magnet to his lips, dragging over her, lower until he reaches the space between her breasts and his dick's throbbing like crazy but he tries not to think about it. Tries not to think about it when he kisses down the swell of it until his mouth is on the part that makes him want to come, tongue swiping over the hard bud of her nipple. Doesn't think about how embarrassing it is, not to want this, but maybe, to want to do this.

it's been some time since their last. years, and a couple months, and she can remember it well. a week, or so, before it all came crashing down. sweet like all the rest, quick but not a let down. just a distraction before work, and they'd been late. sawyer hadn't cared then. she doubts she'd care any more now. too wrapped up in it, chaste kisses and a hot breath, and then, this. it's selfish, the satisfaction that comes with his answer. hypocritical of her, even, to relish in her being his only. all while he's anything but for her. still, it adds to the weight of each kiss speckled against skin. her fingers running through curls, some dipping to the nape of his neck, beneath the collar of his shirt. her touch gentle but undeniably greedy.   〝 lou. 〞  she hums, a lock wrapping her index, eyes shut.  〝 i take it back. don't ever get buzzed. 〞

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"Oh. I've never been to Canada. Is it like here?"

"quebec. not a cool place."

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Marty's still tense, unsure if she's pulling all this shit 'cos she's on her period or something. "I don't care." It's instinctive and untrue. He wonders if she can feel the tightness of the muscle, the perpetual fight stance because flight was never an option. Not from her. "It's gonna look fucking stupid calling you my wife if we're divorced."

a change in tactic then. she approaches, choking back on her frustration in favour of less combative methods. arms resting atop his shoulders, ocean eyes softened.   〝 why do you care? 〞  it's comical, and you'd think if she needed to ask, that a divorce would be a guarantee. she plucks at thinning hair, her affections meant as a distraction, although there's something genuine to them, too. there always would be. 〝 'm not going anywhere. 〞  

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"Yeah, alright. Deal. Get the papers then. You print them off yet?"

  〝 jesus christ, marty, what's it gonna take? you wanna stick it in my ass? 〞 

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"If it's a piece of paper why does it even matter? Why does it make a difference to you? You're an intelligent girl Oli but you're being stupid as fuck right now."

  〝 because, it's a piece of paper. it doesn't mean anything. 〞 a lie and a deflection. evidently, it means enough that it bothers her—only the why's are something she won't make him privy to. 〝 come on, marty, it's not like it'll make a difference to you. we don't live together, we don't share a last name … we're no more married now than we were ten years ago. 〞

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"Right, what's that saying again, once a whore's always a whore?" No one's ever said that. "All right, enlighten me, my beloved. Why do you want a divorce? Like, actually, why?"

  〝 'course not. we don't have to be divorced for me to do that. 〞

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"You were still fucking with me as of, let's see, last night, and you still want a divorce? You wanna fuck other people, is that it?"

  〝 why does divorce piss you off? what are you, catholic? 〞

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"What are you trying to piss me off for?"

  〝 i could jus' forge your signature. 〞  @sideyard

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No is the answer but he's not in any rush to come out with it, and he hasn't had enough of it to not how intuitive it could be, still feeling as though there's rust in the creaks of his limbs, that he leads only by wants and that actually, he really doesn't know if any of this feels good for her. "Well, with you." If there was even an anyone else it wouldn't have mattered. In a bid for his flushed cheeks to not be perceived, he buries himself against the crook of her neck, a momentary hideaway, before he ventures lower, trailing kisses toward the space between her collarbones, breath heavy with nerves.

always the more dominant of the two, sawyer tries not to lead. because in contrast to the restraint of lou, she's almost mad. in love, and what have you, but still, in need of serious repose. a girl doesn't want to come off desperate. even when she is. curls meeting pillow, she keeps him close: chest to chest, between parted thighs. the weight of lou putting a thumping heart into focus, and she breaks the kiss. if only to just look at him.   〝 have you, with anyone— 〞 

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"Where are you from?"

"i feel like i've met cool people everywhere. well, maybe everywhere but here, so maybe you're onto something."

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"Oh. Harsh critic. But I listen and I learn. So, tell me Odette, what sort of scents do you like on a man?"

  〝 if you're a fifteen year old girl. 〞 which she is not. 〝 and i'd stay away from that demographic if i were you. 〞 

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Discomfort is quick to settle, and he has to breathe through it — just like dad tells him to when he gets overwhelmed. It would be different if he had several points ready to go but when he racks his brain he can't think of anything he's ever done in his life. Ever. Really, everything good in his life happened because of Sawyer. He supposes he can start there. Despite the fact that his cheeks are burning, he pushes through. "I've um, had my job for a while. I think, it's good, to have that sort of stability. And I'm still working on my music stuff. It's way better than that mixtape I gave you that one time, I don't know if you listened to it but, well, hopefully you didn't but, yeah. And..." He's really struggling now, squeezing Sawyer's hand so hard that her knuckles are probably turning white. "Like, when we were dating before, I didn't really know what I was doing. But I kinda, like, know, I guess, the type of person I wanna be for Sawyer."

she looks back and forth between them, considering. it wasn't that she hated him. in fact, considering sawyer's tastes, lou holstad was a rather tame choice. she just always wanted more for sawyer:  more than being relegated to a romance with some nobody from their hometown, when she was as fantastic as she was, as accomplished as she was. but all things considered: sienna was a nobody from their hometown, too. she almost shudders at the thought of the kinship. regardless, it was hard not to be protective anyway.   "   can you give an elaboration on growth? maybe, like, 3-5 bullet points? with examples? i like examples.   "