#° 𝔡𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔠 ; ♡ arlo + sawyer.
PROMPTS FOR YEARNING, LOTS OF YEARNING… // ACCEPTING .
—— 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, a hideout the two of them made all their own throughout their childhood; a sanctuary, tucked away from the pompous events that his parents hosted rather frequently. it's quiet, holding a small corner of the earth that is all their own. she's sure not even giselle has even seen this sacred place; maybe sawyer shouldn't feel smug about that, yet the feeling remains as a lingering blemish in her being, a vice she's struggled with all her life. but it's not about her, not right now. there's a reason she's sought arlo out, a reason she treks through the acreage on the thompson estate to the small cottage quarters at the back of the lot. it's a little decrepit, but it's been a while since the two of them spent any time sprucing it up like they used to every summer.
there are lights on inside and sawyer finds it amusing that the thompsons still paid for the electricity ( or maybe they just don't notice where that money goes ). pulling the door open, obvious footsteps make their way through the threshold and towards the figure that's sat itself on the couch. he doesn't even need to look to know it's her, she's sure, and thus takes a seat at his side in silence. their extensive text conversation prior to her search for him tells her to simply sit and listen; that is, if he even wants to talk about it.
@pnkb1tch : ❛ how am i supposed to do this without you? i can't. ❜
faux offense etches into her features as she lets her attention fall on him, hands clasped in her lap as her head tilts and her chin lifts up to morph her lips to purse, ❛ well . . . the good news — ❜ she leans towards him, shoulders lifting as her eyes shift their attention up and off to the side of the ceiling. not a moment after does she relax her shoulders and her eyes find his face. she's fully leaning against him now, shoulder to shoulder as her hand reaches out to rest on his thigh, patting it a few times, ❛ is that y'don't have to. ❜ her tone is low, still holding a sense of teasing within it as her lips pull into a soft grin.
there's nothing she wants more than to reassure him, having seen the way the tabloids have tried to spin the story of his newly ended relationship. it's ruthless, demeaning and brutal how they talk about him and giselle, sawyer feeling fiercly protective of both parties involved, but arlo taking priority always, ❛ i'm right here, okay? ❜
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"right. no, yeah. god this is....um....embarrassin' as feck, actually," arlo scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, cheeks going hot. he motions at the door with a thumb, opening and closing his mouth a few times. he's in america for a vanity fair shoot and had decided to drop in on sawyer for a visit. perhaps that had been a mistake. "ehm...d'you want me to leave? 'cos i can, if you want." (sawyer jokingly rejecting arlo and his whole life flashes before his eyes skdkdkf)
send me an ask for how your muse would react if sawyer pretended to friend-zone them as banter/a joke. // @famegod + ACCEPTING.
—— ✞ ; 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗. sawyer doesn't expect the way arlo reacts, the very obvious 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 from her little joke, and she immediately tries to rectify the situation. thugh, she can't deny how 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 it is to see him so flustered, espcially over her, of all people. ❛ arlo — ❜ she starts, leaning towards him some before reaching a hand up to cup the nape of his neck, ❛ baby, you know i'm kidding. ❜ maybe it's too soon to make a joke about friendshp their feelings still freshly out in the open, exposed like a nerve; 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲.
then he offers to leave and sawyer shakes her head, ❛ you're not going anywhere. ❜ it's then that she uses her grip to pull him close, pressing her lips against his before dragging him through the threshold and into her apartment. besides, the last thing she wants him to think when he leaves is that they're still '𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀'.
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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 '𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋' 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 . // @pnkb1tch + ACCEPTING .
—— 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎, sawyer's eyes roll to the back of her head as a whine escapes her. fuck him. fuck him royally ( both figuratively and physically ) for whispering that in her ear at the most inopportune time. thankfully, the cameras seem to be only focused on the person on the red carpet in that moment, as having that moment of debauchery immortalized on the internet isn't exactly something she's planned on this evening. the low hum of vibration between her legs, however, was.
she's done her best at hiding the fact that arlo has asked her to wear a set of panties that did more than just cover beneath her dress. a vibrating bullet against her clit with the remote on an app on arlo's phone. it's cruel! torturous! unfair! . . . but so, so arousing that sawyer forgives the way he keeps his hand on the small of her back, palm against bare flesh and thumb caressing her spine that the rather revealing dress she wears provides. they've been whispering things to each other all night; some comedic with the intent to gossip, some with a little bit more logistic intention and some with the intent to rile the other. even still, sawyer never expects arlo to take it that far. he knows how much she adores praise, knows how her knees buckle under the weight of compliments.
once composure is found, she turns her head towards him with a scowl that tries and fails miserably to be menacing, ❛ not. fair. ❜ murmured behind gritted teeth, sawyer feels him gently push her forward onto the carpet, face immediately morphing into the perfect expression as if nothing before transpired.
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