Stiles repeated similar treatment to her other nipple, loving how she was reduced to whimpers. His hands slid south, working on unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.
“W-What do you n-need?”
Between pants, she managed to find enough brain to say, “You, please, Stiles, I need /you/.” She lifted her hips to help him shove down her jeans, dragging her underwear with it, and groped with one hand for his dick.
[ summer rainault ]
Summer dropped back down into the seat, put her head down on the table, and just gave up. There was a piece of ice melting under her ass, she could feel it; she was wet in random spots; and she’d just managed to look a complete fool in front of someone who still hated her.
“Can you laugh at me or something?” she mumbled. “I don’t even know how to /be/ around you or anything.” She lifted her head up to look at him, and a trickle of cold water ran down her nose. It took about two seconds of crossing her eyes upward to discover that a piece of ice had frozen itself to her hair.
”That isn’t really the type of thing I’d laugh at.
We were friends for a decent stretch of time,
don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about my sense
of humour already?”It was plain to see how uncomfortable she was so he did
his best to put her more at ease — though only slightly.
She wrapped her hand around the ice, hissing at the cold fire of it against her skin, until it melted enough to come out of her hair. “I didn’t forget — I didn’t — ” She blew out a breath. “Maybe your sense of humour changes for people you hate.” She dropped the ice in the cup and shook her hand before looking up at him. “I was going to avoid you,” she said quietly. “You made it clear you didn’t ever want anything to do with me ever again. I’ve been trying to forget, because remembering hurts.”
send a texting thing in and kawaii shit will happen
✈ – A text while travelling
[ text to; my princess ] it’s weird being somewhere without you know you, like i don’t know how to act around all these weird ass freaking people they scare me. this child is kicking me in the back and i am so close to killing the little fuck i might make it into prison before i come back, but hey, my last ever text message will be to you do that is something right? i swear i could type pointless shit you couldn’t give a flying monkeys about, i’m just ranting my mind really, that and i miss you, so you might get way more updates about this stupid ass trip than you wanted, but feel free to not answer seeing as it’s okay, i don’t mind at all.
[ text to: my knight ] I didn’t even know you could type that much in a text
[ text to: my knight ] I stand ready to ease your boredom
can we do that thing were you send me a ♡ and ill shuffle my itunes and give you a starter using my fave line from the song
I Won’t Give Up – Jason Mraz
” ‘Cause even the stars, they burn….
Some even fall to the earth…
We’ve got a lot to learn…..
God knows we’re worth it…”
“Stiles, don’t. Please don’t. I — I can’t. It’s not — I’m not worth it.”
[ summer rainault ]
She jerked at the sound, a harsh involuntary startle that knocked over her cup, spreading ice and faintly soda laced water across the table. “Fuck,” she snapped, equally involuntarily, and grabbed for the paper cup, sending several bits of ice skittering across to land in his lap.
”Ah!”
Jolted into paying attention by the sudden cool sensation
on his thighs and the obvious mess that had become the
table, the word left his mouth almost as a hiss. He was not
at all happy with the situation, and he had good reason to
be. He held the book aloft with one hand to keep it out of
the spilled liquid’s reach and quickly removed the cubes
of ice from where they had begun to melt into his jeans.
Once they had been placed on the table, he too reached
for the napkins, hoping to speed up the cleaning process.
One of the employees must have seen the commotion and
with three people sopping up the mess, it was gone relatively
quickly. That was when Isaac glanced down to see what
remained of his meal had become far less appetizing as
a result of droplets of her drink pooling around it.”—so much for that.”
Summer dropped back down into the seat, put her head down on the table, and just gave up. There was a piece of ice melting under her ass, she could feel it; she was wet in random spots; and she’d just managed to look a complete fool in front of someone who still hated her.
“Can you laugh at me or something?” she mumbled. “I don’t even know how to /be/ around you or anything.” She lifted her head up to look at him, and a trickle of cold water ran down her nose. It took about two seconds of crossing her eyes upward to discover that a piece of ice had frozen itself to her hair.
texts from last night! meme
[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you
[ Text ] : "Funny thing is that I don't remember doing this."
[ Text ] : "It does sound like something I'd do, though."
[ Text ] : "Also, do I know you?"
[text] oh hell I fatfingered that number
[text] I’m so sorry
[text] I meant to send that to someone else
[ summer rainault ]
A strained silence fell between them. She didn’t want to just get up and leave — for one thing, that would be absurdly wasteful. Besides, leaving felt like she was letting him drive her off, and her pride wouldn’t allow that. He would have to leave first. She stared at her ereader instead, not turning pages and hardly seeing the words until the screensaver kicked in.
Surreptitiously, she sneaked glances at him. He still looked the same — she didn’t know why she thought he would look different. Her throat ached, and sternly she swallowed back tears. She wasn’t going to let him see her cry.
To those looking in, he must have looked like his meal was the most interesting thing in the world, the way his gaze was trained on it. Finally, after glancing up to see her with the ereader, he was reminded of his book and so began to read while he ate once more.
The book became his new center of attention and his fork fell against the plate with a quiet clang as he dropped it to turn the page.
She jerked at the sound, a harsh involuntary startle that knocked over her cup, spreading ice and faintly soda laced water across the table. “Fuck,” she snapped, equally involuntarily, and grabbed for the paper cup, sending several bits of ice skittering across to land in his lap.
[ summer rainault ]
“You didn’t want to see me before … before,” she mumbled. “You didn’t even want to talk to me. I figured that hadn’t changed.” She pushed her tray away a little. Her guts were too churned up now to eat; she’d just choke on it. Linking her hands together, she put them over her eyes. “Maybe I’m not mature enough. I guess that makes you better than me.”
”I’m still not interested in talking, that hasn’t changed.”
When she broke eye contact, his gaze turned down to his meal. He had been almost finished when she arrived not a moment ago, but after seeing her, he wasn’t feeling particularly hungry, which made the food seem to grow in volume. It had been instilled in him as a young child to finish every morsel of food on his plate. Over a decade had passed since then but old habits died hard so he forked a small piece and began to chew.
A strained silence fell between them. She didn’t want to just get up and leave — for one thing, that would be absurdly wasteful. Besides, leaving felt like she was letting him drive her off, and her pride wouldn’t allow that. He would have to leave first. She stared at her ereader instead, not turning pages and hardly seeing the words until the screensaver kicked in.
Surreptitiously, she sneaked glances at him. He still looked the same — she didn’t know why she thought he would look different. Her throat ached, and sternly she swallowed back tears. She wasn’t going to let him see her cry.
“It would help if you stopped looking at me like you think I might turn into something.”
“I can leave if you want me to?”
“No, because now I need to know: why are you looking at me like you think I might turn into something?”
“I-I don’t know. I think I might need a minute … “
“Ah—…well if you need anything let me know.”
“It would help if you stopped looking at me like you think I might turn into something.”
