Monthly Archives: December 2014
She reached out and made him look at her. “You don’t get to decide if it’s a burden for me, okay? If there’s a problem I’ll let you know. It’s a burden if you refuse to have opinions. So I need to know, are you gonna be okay here, where it’s pretty small, or should I try to come up with something different?” She pointed down the stairs.
“The space I rent is basically a studio space. One bedroom, one bathroom.”
Isaac nodded, a grateful smile cast upon his lips. “If that’s okay, I’d love to stay here. I’m used to staying in small apartments so that’s no problem. If there is anything I can do for you just let me know, okay?” He wanted to make this beneficial for the both of them, not just him. If he could help out around the house, help pull his weight, then at least Summer had a reason to keep him there.
A huge yawn interrupted her attempt to respond. Rubbing at her forehead and swallowing another yawn, she nodded. “You should go back to bed, then. At least winter break will give me a few days to figure out how this is supposed to work.” Getting up from the stairs, she went back down, digging out a bottle of painkillers and a soda from the cabinets of her tiny kitchen and mumbling, “Gotta find a way to make that couch more comfortable … “
She blinked at him for a moment, mouth falling open a little. “Oh — ! Oh, of course. That sounds lovely!” She looked down at herself, slightly shabby exercise pants and faded t-shirt. “I should probably change, I think … “
Ace quirked an eyebrow at this. Of course, her sputtering seemed innocent enough, but she seemed rather surprised that he’d even asked her out on a date at all. Then again, anyone else would, too, given his callous nature.
“I’ll leave you to it. Reservations are set for five,” he said with a smile, before turning on his heel towards his own humble abode.
Reservations? Ace was really being serious about this date! It was incredibly sweet of him, too; flowers and a date at a nice restaurant. Summer smiled at his retreating back.
Just barely an hour later she was ready, pale green dress and french braided hair. She hoped her makeup was subtle enough — hell, she hoped Ace liked the way she looked. It could be really hard to tell what he really thought about something. She toyed with the pendant around her neck momentarily before knocking at Ace’s door.
I am – for 99.98% of what counts – a functional adult. I have adulting down to such a skill that nobody thinks of me as anything other than a competent (if occasionally goofy) adult.
And that’s how I like it. Because owning my own shit, the good and the bad, is important. Took me a few years of therapy to get there, but I got there.
But some days? Some days, I really want to hand life – all the adulting shit – over to someone else and say “you take care of this, I can’t deal.”
*looks around*
Yeah. Doesn’t work that way for most of us, no. Dealing’s what’s required.
But for the rest of today? I’m gonna be in the pillow fort. With a book, a teddy bear, and a bottle of wine.
If anyone needs to join me, the password’s SULK.
*joins you with absurd games* yah, just had to break into my own car in the dark and the cold. screw ‘ought to’ and ‘adult’.
right now the clever disguise has failed
Alexis Castle in 7×10 Bad Santa
Being bitten made him buck, coupled with a sharp moan. After only a few hours it was no longer so strange to feel the blood rushing southward. He dragged his eyes open to watch in the mirror as Isaac worked his skin over, shivering slightly at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped, gaze shifting to his cock, rising and lengthening under the werewolf’s ministrations. That still brought flashbacks to the magic, phantom hands shaping a wholly new part of his body with intense pleasure.
“Says the one making the noises guaranteed to make me go hard instantly,” he murmured and pressed his hips against the other’s rear, shifting to show Summer just how aroused he truly was. Smiling against his skin, he flicked his tongue out to lap at the faint bruise that would eventually form, and he smirked as the towel tented out from his actions. Sliding his hand down under it, he took the other male in his hand and lazily began to stroke him. “Feels good?”
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
His words made her press herself closer, kissing him harder. “Show me,” she murmured, between kisses, “prove with me how much … ” She bit at his lip, gasping in ragged breaths between each collision of their mouths.
A low, anguished moan was torn from his throat as he crushed her smaller body against his, reaching to fumble with the fastenings on her dress. “H-have we got privacy here?” he rasped out and slipped his tongue into her mouth briefly, chest heaving. “Only, I thought about taking you in front of the fireplace?”
She didn’t even try to resist, knees crumpling and virtually climbing into his lap. “No one will disturb us,” she managed, before shuddering against him at his next words. She sank her fingers into his shirt, wishing she had the strength to tear it from his body.