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                             SHE WAS sat down at the table in the restaurant, constantly checking the watch strapped to her wrist. she had arrived early; a whole half hour early and it did nothing to calm her nerves. her auburn hair was loose, and so, her fingers were absentmindedly doing small braids as she waited for virgil. maybe he wasn’t going to show up. maybe he changed his mind and wanted nothing to do with her anymore. the last thought felt like a heavy stone in her stomach. whenever the restaurant’s doors opened, her head was quick to snap up and look in the direction, trying to see if it was him. all she did was making herself even more anxious so she forced herself to stop. the braiding though; couldn’t stop. when she felt someone’s presence near her seat, she looked up, then scrambled to get up immediately when she saw it was virgil. “hi,” she whispered. normally she would hug him. but did she even have the right to hug him anymore? “t-thank you for meeting with me…” 

                     PERHAPS HE SHOULD HAVE reached out to her before now... been the first one to make a move in a situation he was equally responsible for. or entirely responsible for, depending on how you frame their college days. regardless, it had been far longer than either of them expected since they saw each other last, since the female’s wedding. since virgil decided to turn his life upside down just to do what was right for everyone AROUND him and not just HIMSELF. except for cassidy... the only party in his life that hadn’t received any contact or apologies as of late. partly because he wasn’t sure HOW to reopen this can of worms he so hastily shut. but he wouldn’t go out of his way to IGNORE her... so her invitation was promptly responded to and accepted (something both his THERAPIST and his EX-WIFE were gleeful about). feet felt suddenly heavy as he walked out of his car, giving the keys to the valet. fighting through it, a deep breath was inhaled as he stepped into the posh building. brief conversation with the hostess later and virgil was standing before cassidy. the way she shut up had him bracing himself for a hug... one that never came. after several moments went by with her awkwardly standing before him, and then her feeble greeting, the soccer player decided to speak on the matter of their greeting.   “cassidy, we can still HUG, y’know that right? i got divorced, not denounced.”

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                           HE WOULD never get upset with lara for being busy. she was a mother first, before she was his best friend and girlfriend. besides, it wasn’t like he had a lot of free time on his hands anyway. he had to grade not only midterm papers, but he also had to get around to compiling his research for his next article. so it was safe to say that on top of everything, he was also a little stressed out. he had cancelled his office hours that week so he could finish grading the last fifty or so papers that he had left to work on. he was heading back to his office after his lunch break, so lost in his own head, that he didn’t even notice that someone was in there already. romeo nearly jumped in shock when he heard a very familiar voice. his eyes were wide when he saw his girlfriend, clad in a very sexy outfit, in front of his desk. “uh…” he was dumbfounded for a moment. “a problem, you said?” he cleared his throat, getting into character. those papers can wait. “with your paper, miss?” he asked, stepping towards her. 

                      in all honesty, lara RELISHED in the lack of guilt or stress that she felt in romeo’s absence. don’t get her wrong, she missed him like crazy, but it was a sort of yearning that was built from love rather than anxieties. the moment he stepped into the office a sense of comfort fills the dark haired woman’s body... despite her current persona, she was still very much in love with & comforted by her boyfriend. a smile broke out at his fumbling reaction to the concocted scenario; very much the romeo she knew and loved. eyelashes are fluttering once more, paired with an over-eager nod of her head.   “yes, sir.”   words are whined out in a desperate infliction.   “my research proposal got such poor marks, i’ll never be able to catch the ATTENTION of the community like this.”   this time her demeanor falters in sync with a huff--- if lara knew anything it was how to play the role of anxious & rejection sensitive.

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            perhaps she SHOULDN’T be at his job right now, in something that could only be described as ‘slutty schoolgirl’-esque. but they hadn’t been able to truly see each other recently, with lara traveling to make sure her daughter could be at her ex-husband’s last game of the season, and romeo in the thick of midterm season, their schedules hadn’t aligned in weeks. sure, they facetimed regularly and texts were frequently exchanged, but that wasn’t ENOUGH. so lara had been planning this for a few days, perfecting the outfit and checking out the calendar he had shared with her to find the perfect day. hearing the jangling of keys from outside the office, purposeful steps have lara walking around his desk before standing in front of it, leaning back slightly. just after he’s entered and closed the door behind him, lara begins to speak.   “professor?”   coyness is thick as she speaks, feigned innocence taking over her features.   “i’ve got a PROBLEM i was wondering if i could get your help with?”   despite her planning, now that she’s seeing him in front of her, lara isn’t sure how long she’ll be able to stay in character.   ( @atvrvxia​ )

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                               HE WASN’T sure if his reaction to her sucking on his thumb was due to his overwhelming desire for her or because he had been so touch-starved for a long time now. perhaps it was a combination of both. but romeo still had enough self-control to not just bend lara over the couch and have his way with her. no; he wasn’t even sure if she wanted him that way or if it was just a caught up in the moment thing. if it was the latter, he would be absolutely crushed but he would understand. he blinked a few times, cheeks heating up as she utters the nickname that only she ever called him. even when he had been with cassidy, he was always “ro”; never “rome”. “rome” was lara’s nickname for him and he never let anyone else call him that. “s-so you’re not… not attracted to me?” he found himself asking hopefully and a little awkwardly. he’s not the most suave man; less so since his divorce. when he had been single and before he met cass, he was more charismatic. but he hadn’t really flirted with anyone who wasn’t cassidy in so long. it was… new; a little odd but he liked it, he liked this with lara. her awkwardness was quite endearing and made him fall for her just a little bit more. he peered at her, listening silently as she continues to explain why she reacted the way she did. and by god, with every word he swears he fell for her just a bit harder. “lara, you’re my best friend too,” he spoke gently, reaching out to gently cradle her face in his hand. “you’re not… going to mess anything up, i promise. i’m not that drunk.” he can handle his liquor quite well, after all. “i want you. and i also want to go far with you; as far as you want to go,” he added, smiling softly as he moved a little closer towards her, their faces mere inches apart. “whatever speed you want to go, i’ll go that with you. all i want… is you.” 

            she couldn’t help but react to his slightly awkward wording with a soft chuckle, smile only growing as she looked up at him.   “i PROMISE you i’m not not attracted to you.”   the moment she responds, however, her eyebrows SCRUNCH together as she brings a hand up to point one finger up --- indicating a PAUSE.   “as... long as that means what i think it does.”   this time the laughter spills from her petals as she rolls her eyes at herself; smile practically EAR-TO-EAR at this point. when the conversation turns serious again, and there’s a miniscule lull before he responds, bottom lip is tugged between her teeth in a nervous habit. lara is WORRIED about what he might say to her confession, luckily this worry is quenched early on as he reminds her that their friendship isn’t ONE-SIDED. romeo’s hand feels so DELICATE against her cheek, the comfort this brings is enough to have her relax into the touch --- eyes fluttering shut as she listens to him speak. between the gentleness of his words and the gentleness of his touch, lara isn’t quite sure HOW to respond. feeling him lean closer to her has her reopening her eyes, gaze meeting his, as she attempts to take in all that he’s said. and maybe it’s the buzz of the wine, but there’s TEARS that fill her eyes & threaten to /spill.   “you... make me feel so safe, rome.”   it’s a confession that makes her feel VULNERABLE in every sense of the word. she’s thankful for all the things her ex-husband did for her, but making her feel SAFE, especially in such an intimate setting, was not a part of his repotore. taking a deep breath there’s another soft laugh tumbling out of her chest.   “which is, like, CRAZY to me... because it’s coinciding with the fact that i, uh, really want to feel you cum down my throat.”   face turns BEET red with the confession, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder.   “or--- or--- something that makes me seem LESS... sex-crazed.”

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                                WHEN HE first met lara, he never expected to be attracted to her. not that she wasn’t attractive; she was incredibly beautiful both inside and out. but their relationship was not like that: both of them were connected through their spouses… or former spouses in this case. a friendship blossomed between the two; bonding over their shared experience. the more time he spent with her, the more he begun to see her in a different light. but he couldn’t think that way of lara. she was beautiful and smart; far too good for someone like romeo. but when he found himself hovering above her, their faces a little too close… well, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. he could blame the wine for this, but then he’d be lying. and he tried not to lie to her. his hand gently cupped her face; cradling her so softly like she was the most precious being he’s ever held in his hands. in a way, she was. his heart nearly stopped when his thumb ghosts the corner of her mouth and she takes it in and sucks on it. romeo let out a strangled whine as his pants tighten in response and all he could think of in that moment was how she would have sucked his cock. 

he could only really gape at her for the next moment or so, as he hadn’t gotten his wits about him just yet. so when she starts freaking out, he shook his head vehemently, making no move to move away from her… until she recoiled from him like he was a disease. his cheeks burned with shame and he felt like an idiot for allowing himself to think for a moment that maybe, just maybe… she was attracted to him too. “look, it’s fine,” romeo assured her once she finishes spiraling. he figured that he should let her say her piece before he says anything himself. “you didn’t do anything wrong, alright? so don’t freak out or feel bad or anything,” he added with a gentle smile, despite feeling a little humiliated with how she was acting around him; like being that close to him was so awful. “am i uh… that unattractive?” he found himself asking quietly. “or are you feeling bad because you think you took advantage? if it’s the latter, well… you have nothing to worry about.”

            perhaps there was a better way to come to the realization that you’ve lacked any physical touch for TOO LONG than with your friend’s thumb in your mouth... but it was definitely the rough awakening to a side of her that had been dormant for nearing a YEAR now. the action was completely one sided but all lara needed was the sound of his WHINE to know she wanted to do more. unfortunately soon after the recently-divorced woman pulled away she had convinced herself that the sound he made (one in which she’s sure to replay in her mind later) was that of reflex rather than desire. teeth sink into wine stained lips once more, waiting for him to be repelled by what she did... to have an obvious layer of discomfort underneath the simple reassurance given. only his demeanor changes, in a way lara herself has done so many times before --- guards going up around him as he begins to speak.   “wait... huh?”   her mind reels. romeo couldn’t possibly be serious, COULD HE? she’s quiet for perhaps a second too long--- trying to figure out how to react to such a statement.    “rome,”   lara purrs, as if this nickname was SACRED... required to be treated with care and affection. soon her hand is reaching up to trace its delicate finger tips along his hairline before lingering along his jaw.   “you wouldn’t have my saliva on your thumb if i thought you were unattractive...”   the pause following her admission is brief as the woman quickly moves to continue --- hoping she can step in before silence gives his mind room to conjure up any more painful ideas.   “we just... i mean, i guess what i’m worried about is--- uh,”   lara’s intentions don’t match her mind’s capability to coordinate thoughts enough to voice them... so it isn’t soon after she stammers that she’s taking a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut, and leaning closer to rest her forehead against his shoulder.   “you’re my BEST FRIEND, romeo.”   it’s something the woman has voiced to him before, perhaps in less formal wording, but his growing importance to her has been touched upon prior... no matter how briefly (though lara would argue that she’s been transparent --- she hasn’t).   “i don’t want to MESS anything up by, like, drunkenly going too far... even though i reallywannagofar.”   gaze DROPS shortly after her rushed words, a blush blossoming along her face and down her neck.

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            to be honest, lara isn’t even sure HOW exactly they got here... it’s a fact that’s fallen straight out of her wine-dazed mind in the past several seconds. perhaps romeo was simply reaching over her to get something on the end table and lost balance, or she had stolen the remote from him & was holding it out to the side, causing him to try and climb around her to grab it. the ‘how’ is something she’s classified as NOT IMPORTANT... for all she knows right now is of the way her best-friend is leaning over her --- one of his knees having separated her legs in an attempt to balance himself (or so she assumes) --- and the way his hand loosely cups her face, thumb resting on her chin. perhaps lara would have been able to gloss over this occurrence had she NOT been able to see the realization of their position hit his face... the way his pupils DILATED as his gaze dropped between them. all of it took a mere second or two, but it felt like a LIFETIME had passed before she acted upon her impulses. chin tucking in ever-so-slightly before wine-stained lips parted just enough to take his thumb into her mouth; eyes fluttering shut at nearly the exact moment. tongue laps around it a few times before stilling as the embrace turns to gentle suckling for a few seconds --- an indistinguishable ‘pop’ echoes into the otherwise empty apartment as she pulls back, letting it go. 

            the moment her eyes reopen, gaze falling on his reaction, does lara realize how DUMB she is.   “fuck,”   worry SURGES through the small girl’s frame as the weight of her drunk actions descends upon her.   “romeo, i... i--, fuck.”   she sits up quickly, practically RECOILING away from his body.   “you’ve had a bottle of wine, i’ve had a bottle of wine, fuck, what was i THINKING!!!”   and yet, despite the guilt beginning to swirl in her chest, she makes no attempts to TRULY move away from him. no, she lets him remain hovering on top of/in front of her --- perhaps this was the doing of the miniscule amount of hope lingering in the back of her mind that he wasn’t repelled by what she just did.   “please... fuck, i---”   everytime a thought begins to leave her mouth it’s quickly squashed by the anxieties filling her brain.   “i won’t, uh, fuck... can we just? go, uhm... back to BEFORE? before i let the pinot noir turn me into a fucking fuck?”

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THERE WAS something more urgent and rough about this time, than any other time before it. perhaps virgil too had felt the same certainty that she did; that this was going to be the absolute last time. whilst cass enjoyed his roughness and aggressive nature in bed, and in fact, she did encourage him all the time, there really was something different about the way he was being rough with her right now. her pristine skin was sure to bruise, and part of her was grateful that it was under the dress so that she didn’t have to bother covering it up with concealer before she walked down the aisle. she cried out his name, desperately raking her nails down his back as he stretched her around him. her mind was in a lust- and desired-filled haze. the way he stretched her with his cock burned; like she wasn’t used to his size anymore. and in a way, she wasn’t. it had been too long since they last were entangled like this. it would also be the last time. cass whimpered when he continued to push himself inside of her, making her feel like she was being split open, only to gasp out softly as he bottomed out inside of her. the use of her full name makes her whine softly and she gripped his shoulders tightly. “fuck, virg!” the redhead pulled back, leaning against the mirror and gripping the edge of the table as he trailed his hand down to the neckline of her dress and tugged it down. “better not,” she breathed out, moaning softly as he would grope her exposed breast. her eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched her jawline. “i was a good whore and slut for you, wasn’t i, virg?” she panted, slowly opening her eyes. she ignored the mention of her fiance, too caught up in the moment to spare him a single thought. but nonetheless, she nodded, a little jerkily. “yeah, i won’t,” she promised, before connecting their lips together once more. “fuck me, virg. fuck me so hard that i’ll be limping later today. that i can’t sit down without thinking of your gift to me.”

                   EVER SINCE CASSIDY HAD GREETED HIM WITH A HOSTILE HELLO there had been a realization brewing inside of him. he was finally to realize that there WAS a reason he was so angry, even when he had what he wanted--- cassidy’s body on his. virgil mciverson was, shockingly, STILL in love with his best friend. just like he had been when they were eighteen & dumb, and he’s realizing he has been all this time. this realization finally fell into place when she used the word ‘WAS’ to describe the way she acted for him, how she’s acted all these years they’ve known each other. then it’s repeated again as she pants out a question of confirmation a few seconds later. it could be argued that it would have taken him LONGER to get to this conclusion had she not pulled a one-eighty shortly after; begging into the kiss for him to leave her a lasting ache. muscular body suddenly stills, head pulling back from the kiss, hands falling from her chest and hip.   “i CAN’T--- i’m not fuckin’ doing this.”   there’s an incredulous tone in an otherwise tensely-wound voice. one hand drops to her inner thigh, barely ghosting a touch as he pulls out quickly; a faint whimper is heard coming from his part at both the feeling of her no longer around him and the sight of her arousal glistening along him. virgil stumbles backwards whilst pulling up his boxers & dress pants once more; fingers quickly rebuttoning them. restless hand runs through his hair before the man finally meets her eyes.   “you, YEAH--- you’re right. you WERE...”   words cease for a few moments as the athlete turns around to look at himself in the dressing room’s mirror. he can’t help but let his gaze flicker towards the reflection of the woman behind him--- a sullen look taking over his face.   “and THIS... whatever.”   brief pause as there’s a flash of pain in his eyes before they fall back to his own frame.   “SHOULD HAVE ended a long time ago.”   tucking his dress shirt back into his pants, there’s a muffled obscenity falling from his lips at the barely noticeable stain of wetness by his zipper; a result of either his own or cassidy’s arousal.

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“AND IF i am? is it working?” she teased back. there it was; some semblance of their normal bantering. because even if you took away the sex, the sneaking around and everything, cass and virgil were best friends at the end of the day. or they were. she can’t deny that it’s gotten tense between them recently, and not in a sexual way. still, she did her best to ignore it; to pretend like this time was going to be like every other time before it, even if she was going to do her best to be firm on her stance that this would indeed be the last time. a shiver ran down her spine as his hand crept under her tulle skirt, gripping her hip. his touch makes her whine softly, though she was quick to snap her mouth shut and scowl at him at his remark. she had a feeling that she knew exactly why he was being bitter. but she also couldn’t help the anger that flared up inside of her. when he was getting married, she did her best to shut up, even if he fucked her before he married his wife. she didn’t say a damn thing. “yeah, whatever,” she muttered. she wasn’t in the mood to argue with virgil; not right now. she groaned softly as she felt his shaft rub against her folds and she reached down between them to guide the head of his shaft to her entrance. keeping one hand tangled in his hair, cass used her free hand to help him push the tip of his cock past her folds. “mmm!” she groaned into the kiss, her tongue battling with his. she pushed her hips against him to take in more of his cock, stretching around his girth. 

            IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE the driving force of virgil’s interactions with his best friend was aggression... last time being the first time they had sex after she announced her engagement. but even THEN there was a sense of longing that overtook said aggression; something that’s lacking now. all virgil feels right now is anger--- though he’s hard pressed to figure out WHY. sure, he’s been possessive over cassidy before, but that felt DIFFERENT to the ever-growing knot of anger felt right now. the grip held on to her hip only tightens with this frustration; their kiss following suit as the movements of his tongue become more rushed, more forceful as it explores the familiar walls of her mouth. cassidy’s tone when she muttered seemed to only spur him on, the gentle hand on the back of her neck suddenly finding force in its grip. virgil hadn’t expected her to take such initiative on moving along their actions, hips stuttering forward as a whimper drags out of his lungs. the kiss is broken as he makes the noise, tongue sloppily brushing against her cheek as he leans his head against hers; trying to regain his bearings. she was so TIGHT around him--- if he hadn’t already been aware, this would have been what told him how long it had been since they were together. despite it occasionally being a complication with petite flings, virgil PRIDED himself in being significantly above average... luckily he knew cassidy had never had an issue with it, finding the challenge to add a level of fun to their interactions. the athlete can’t’ remember the last time she felt so tight around him, however, which should make him feel bad for his next actions. unfortunately, there’s no guilt felt as he bucks his hips forward; her wetness dripping onto his pelvis as virgil makes sure he bottoms out inside her heat.   “cassidy lynch...”   full name is posessively GROWLED out as virgil’s mind goes staticy at the feeling of being inside her. precum sputters inside of her as he waits a few moments before moving at all. he’s an asshole for filling her up with no regard, but he isn’t a CUNT that would start fucking her without giving her time to adjust either. hand around her throat trails down to her chest. pulling the neckline down to sit underneath her breasts his fingertips ghost over one of her nipples before groping it against his palm.   “not to... break the fuckin’--- fuckin’ rules or whatever.”   words pause, struggling to focus on anything that wasn’t her body. whilst pausing he lets his head dip down so that his mouth finds a home against her jaw line, teeth making gentle bites along it.   “but you’re such an EAGER whore for me... don’t let HIM distract you from how a princess’s place is on her THRONE.”   the reference to her fiance is spit out like bile, but the rest of his words are spoken in a breath-y lust filled tone.

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                           HER CHEEKS heated up. “just don’t say anything and kiss me, you idiot,” cass sighed exasperatedly. hearing him compliment her looks or even say that he found her attractive… it was teetering dangerously close to something a boyfriend would say to a girlfriend. and the more she thought about it, the more she would find herself wondering about how things would have been different if she had made a different decision when they were younger. cass couldn’t afford to think about that and risk getting cold feet on the day of her wedding. so she pushed those thoughts out of her mind, forcing herself to snap back to reality and focus on the matter at hand. “not try; you will leave it in one piece. i’m not trying to come up with an excuse as to why my wedding dress is ruined before the day is over,” cass murmured, meeting his eyes. and yet, just like when they were teenagers, cass couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips the moment he laughs. the outside world was forgotten, and even if she had just mentioned her upcoming nuptials, the mere thought fizzled away from her mind. “what did i do besides spread my legs?” she asked playfully, leaning further back until her back hit the mirror behind her. her hand rested on the back of his neck, before it trailed up his hair; fingers threading through his dark locks. her eyes fluttered shut when their lips connect once more, and cass moans softly; parting her lips wide enough to grant his tongue access to her mouth. 

                     “ARE YOU TRYING TO BOSS ME AROUND?”   words fall with feigned shock & annoyance, eyebrows quirked. it’s an idea that has his interest piqued, though unable to truly focus on it as his mind is, for some reason, stuck on her denial of his compliments. he’s ALWAYS complimented her in that same kind of lewd, objectifying way... why is it all of a sudden an issue? and why does it make his chest feel empty? a feeling only heightened by the way she reminds him of the day’s activities. well, if he can’t RIP anything, virgil’s decided to put her makeup skills to the test and leave at least some sort of mark on her. the hand on cassidy’s hip leaves for a moment so it can slip under the tulle of her dress before grabbing it once more.   “i thought you didn’t want me to say anything.”   there’s an unmistakable bitterness in his voice that he can’t quite stifle, nor can he conjure up enough consideration to even feel bad it wasn’t concealed. virgil steps into her even more--- causing his length to brush up against her exposed folds; an almost POSSESSIVE growl is made into the kiss when it occurs. the kiss is sloppy--- wet--- full of desire... virgil tilts his head ever so slightly in order to fully have access to his best friend’s mouth; tongue wrestling with her own. 

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                    COULD SHE really have a life without him? for nearly half of her life, virgil had been there. but cass knew that they were going to have to end this thing between them. a younger cassidy would have been content with this little relationship they had. but cass had grown up and had matured over the years. no longer did she think that a friends with benefits relationship was enough for her. no, cass wanted to get married and have her own family. her husband-to-be was more than happy to give her that. virgil wasn’t. “come on, virg; you can’t say stuff like that anymore,” she argued weakly. her eyes fluttered shut when their foreheads press together and she swallowed loudly. he was right. it should have been a one-time thing, but they just kept finding their way back to each other, and falling into the same patterns. she really couldn’t resist him for long. her eyes opened slowly, soft gasps escaping her plump lips when he groped her breast. and as soon as their lips connected togther, she melts into him so easily; as she always did. her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, unable to push virgil away anymore. she greedily enjoyed every second of their kiss and chose to savour every moment of their supposed last time together. when he broke away, she took a huge gulp of air, breathing heavily. “on. i don’t have the time to get redressed after you’re done with me,” cass pointed out as she took his hand and led him towards the vanity table. she hopped onto the table, spreading her legs and hitching the skirt of her dress up her thighs. “go ahead, baby,” she purred, the devilish smirk that he brought out, curled on her lips. “have me.” 

               HER ARGUMENT CAUSED AN INCREDULOUS LOOK to wash over his face--- a gentle scoff emphasizing it.   “i can’t... say when i find you attractive? that’s gonna make this a little awkward.”   it’s an implication he wasn’t expecting to be said... their limits had always revolved around things that divulged outside of the bedroom--- fancy dinners, vacations, anything a couple would do essentially. so for compliments to suddenly be placed on that same pedestal? doesn’t quite sit right with the athlete. these thoughts are shaken away quickly in favor of letting carnal desires take center stage. the way cassidy fits against him perfectly is enough to draw out a satisfied hum into the kiss.   “yeah? i’ll try to leave it in ONE PIECE.”   reluctant to let go of his grasp on her virgil lets the woman guide him across the room. his gaze drops to his own body as he begins to unbuckle his belt & unzip his jeans--- any further disrobing ceased the moment he looked up at the woman as she spoke.   “fuckin’ hell, cass.”   there’s amusement in his laugh, making his way forward his hand slips underneath the waistband of his boxers before freeing his semi-hard length. his eyes drop between her face to between her legs before going back again--- repeating this several times in the few seconds it takes him to close the distance between them. it’s a hard choice between where to start, but he figures he has at least an hour to let himself focus on each area. right now, partially spurred on by the way her calling him ‘baby’ made his length throb, what he wants most is to feel her tongue against his. one hand finds her hip as their bodies meet eachother, breath hitching slightly, while the other wraps around the side of her neck. pulling her into a kiss he leaves no room for teasing as his tongue quickly drags along her lips for permission to go further.

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          head shakes in response, figures that if she was really desperate for something stronger, she can always find the nearest liquor store. but margot is such a homebody… the idea itself tires her. “my sex life is…” a pause as she leans in, raises her brows. “my sex life.” and then she leans back out, grin extending. but god, was he right. trying to mend wounds with family members and friends lead her back into the horrendous town known for it’s uppity rich kids who could probably find their golf clubs in the depths of hell quicker than they could find the clit. but virgil doesn’t need to know that, especially given their history. fingers tap against her cheek as she watches him, eyes falling to catch his tongue swiping across his lips and.. yeah, margot’s thinking bad thoughts. nose furrows up at his words, and she lets out a faux gag sound, shaking her head again. “ew, alright. you lost me at “get back into your heart”.” reaching for her glass again does she finish the rest of it, pushing her blonde tresses away with her pinky before her gaze finds him again. “but, seriously.. i think it’s safe to presume we keep our pasts to ourselves? last thing i need is to hear celeste go into a huge tirade about how i’ve slept with someone she’s seeing… again.”

                  he actually SNORTS in response to her words, face lighting up in amusement.   “damn, mar, way to talk it up.”   another laugh falls after as he finds amusement in the response. not that he can TRULY talk... if you take solely the relationship he has with his fiancee and not any of the affairs he’s had, his sex life is about as WILD as buffalo chicken dip at a super bowl party. that’s the reason he’s sought out... external resources, if you will. though, as his mind flashes back to their past rendezvouses, you could argue that even his one-night flings were prudent in comparison to the HEAT felt with margot. a realization that he’s quick to tuck into the back of his mind--- for later. they’re in far too public an area for him to make any subtle hints at picking up where they left off.   “yeah, that wasn’t my best one.”   a sympathetic grimace graces his face for a few moments before a laugh (something that seems to come easily around her) is made.   “oh, dear lord... yeah. i don’t think that was even a little bit on my mind.”   of course not, as it’d imply he’d come clean about all the OTHER women attending the party he’d slept with.

[sinfulpower]

svbtopia​:

———– “ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍’ how it goes. ” josie replied, tongue running over her teeth. she was about to open her mouth to say something else when she heard the disapproving comments of some women behind her . “ kiss my fuckin’ ass. ” the emphasize it, josie kissed her fingers and patted the back of her jeans. her eyes rolled at their faces and she turned to stick her body back into the woman’s car. “ what d’ya say ?? ride ?? ”

         ———         THERE’S AN INSTANT AMUSEMENT   seen on may’s features as she watches the young woman interact with the world. she couldn’t quite place if it was naivety or a lack of care, but either way it was incredibly REFRESHING to the lawyer.   “well, c’mon.”   nimble fingers reach to unlock to car’s door.   “let’s... see how it goes.”

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atvrvxia​:

                                HER CHEEKS flushed at his reminder of what she had done at his wedding. their affair had been going on for so long now. but cass knew that she had to move on sooner or later. her eyes fluttered shut; her body leaning into his touch, always so eager and desperate for him, no matter how badly she needed to end this thing between them. her eyes slowly opened to meet his gaze, throat tightening. “it wasn’t my finest moment,” she argued weakly, licking her lips. “virgil…” his name came out as a half whine, half noise of protest, but she made no move to push him off. “we were supposed to stop this,” she said instead, looking up at him. “but fine. one last time. one more and that’s it. we can’t keep doing this anymore.” it wasn’t fair on her soon-to-be-husband, just as it hadn’t been fair to his wife. 

                  VIRGIL HAD ALWAYS BEEN CASSIDY’S WEAKNESS... in many ways, she had always been his as well. there’d been many an argument over the causation of their entanglement, but virgil SWEARS it came to fruition at the suggestion of cassidy. prior to the point in his life where an affair was a normal weekday event.   “i MEAN... you looked fine in the moment.”   there’s a smirk clad on his face that’s amplified by the woman’s lack of movement away from him. an indication that her words are akin to the guilty monologues always stated when parting ways after a weekend together.   “we were supposed to stop this a million times.”   bending at the waist ever-so-slightly, his forehead meets hers as virgil’s gaze flickers down to her lips. at the way his are bound to brush against them when he speaks.   “in fact, cass... i think it was only ever supposed to be one time.”   a soft laugh slipped from his lips, breaking apart his statement into two. one hand slides up her side and over to rest on her chest before taking one of her breasts into his palm. groping slightly, virgil finally closes that final millimeter between their lips to kiss her. it’s an embrace that he has heating up quickly--- realizing how long it had been since they’d seen each other. when it’s finally broken, his chest heaving in search of air, he speaks again.   “dress--- on or off?”

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fllthy​:

THERE’S   SOMETHING   ABOUT   HER   HE   CAN’T   QUITE   PUT   HIS   FINGER   ON   ,   but   if   oakley   had   to   call   it   something   ,   he’d   call   it   tantalizing.   is   that   the   correct   word?   maybe   not   ,   but   he   sure   thinks   it   fits.   “   oh   yeah?   “   her   words   have   him   chuckling   ,   leaning   against   the   counter   ,   facing   the   brunette.   “   if   anything   ,   i   think   you’re   delving   too   little.   or   maybe   i’m   just   greedy   for   details.   “   a   hum   of   his   own   escapes   porcelain   throat   ,   face   contorts   into   a   faux   -   thinking   expression.   “   you   can   come   behind   the   counter.   boss   won’t   mind   ,   won’t   even   know   you’re   here.   could   teach   ya’   how   to   make   a   drink   ,   or   whatever   you’re   lookin’   for.   “   he   has   other   plans   aside   from   ..   drink   making   ,   but   leaves   that   as   a   surprise.

                  IT   WAS   COMPLETELY   BY   CHANCE   THAT   ROSALIA   CHOSE   THIS   BAR   to   spend   her   evening   in   ---   torn   between   a   few   options;   the   woman   typically   switches   it   up   as   to   avoid   suspicion   from   her   absentee   husband.   he   was   the   one   who   saw   the   credit   bill   after   all...   “that   wasn’t   enough?”         the   elder   woman   rolls   her   eyes---   an   action   that’s   typical   meaning   is   negated   by   the   smile   on   her   face.         “want   me   to   tell   you   MORE   then?”            lips   curl   into   a   smirk   before   rosalia   finds   herself   leaning   forward.   hand   lifts   so   that   she   can   curl   a   finger   at   him,   signalling   him   closer.         “you   know   how   earlier,   when   it   was   getting   busy,   i   told   you   i   just   had   to   take   a   PHONE   CALL?”         lips   brush   against   his   ear   as   she   speaks,   cupping   his   face   with   her   hand.         “i   really   just   slipped   away   to   the   bathroom...   made   myself   CUM   to   the   thought   of   gagging   around   your   fingers   as   you   fucked   me.”         digits   dance   along   his   face   before   she’s   completely   pulling   back;   as   if   she   hadn’t   just   spoken   the   words   she   did.   getting   up   from   the   barstool   there’s   the   distinct   CLICK   of   her   louboutins’   heel   tapping   against   the   floor.   fingers   trail   along   the   edge   of   the   bar   as   she   walks   around   it   before   lingering   in   the   bar’s   entryway.         “now,   this   isn’t   just   a   little   TRICK   you   pull   with   all   your   little   fangirls,   hm?”         words   are   spoken   as   if   she   CARES...   in   reality   rosalia’s   pulling   the   same   tricks   on   him   that   she   does   so   many   of   her   little   flings,   the   only   thing   different   is   the   look   of   amusement   on   her   face   is   genuine.   at   this   point   she’s   typically   just   jumping   through   hoops   to   get   her   partner   for   the   night   in   bed,   but   oakley’s   playing   her   game   FLAWLESSLY...   so   much   so   that   he’s   got   her   hooked.