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[Odette Cosway]

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The suddenness of the door wrenching open was enough to startle her, enough to have her heart hammering against her ribs and a panic run through her. It was well past the hour for most students to be out of bed. She was only allowed because she was a prefect. Even the librarian was sleeping. She just...she had needed to catch up on things. She had managed to get herself too behind, what with skipping classes pretending to be sick, then actually being sick. She had a lot to do. Busy work helped. She knew she had always enjoyed her studies for a reason. Her head had whipped around to see the entrance of the door. One of them. Why was he here? How was he here – oh, he was a prefect too wasn't he? Of course he was. He could be wherever he wanted. Her whole body flushed. He was alone...she had no idea how to take that. Didn't know how to process what was happening. She felt like she should run...if she could have gathered up all of her things in time, then she would have done exactly that. “I'm not here to hurt you.” She hadn't spoken to him since that note...since they had walked out of class on her. Hadn't even known what to say, hadn't even been able to stomach pretending to be around Clarke. Which, was a whole other issue if she really wanted to think about it. She didn't even know if she believed Daniel or not. She felt herself scooting back in her chair to get further away from the advancing frame. She hadn't even realized how much he must have intimidated her outside that time ago, the way he had spoken to her. Apparently it bothered her more than she had realized. “I'm not here to hurt you,” Just standing there was hurting her. Just looking at her like that..speaking to her in a voice that – coming from him – she didn't know how to understand. Why was he looking at her like that? “Did you mean it?” Lie Odette. Lie. Her mind begged her to lie, to push it away like it didn't matter. She couldn't go over this again. She couldn't have him just up and leave her again. Couldn't take it. She was so sick of them always leaving her. More so since she had been honest, really honest...and this was the first time that they – he – had bothered speaking to her at all. “Of course I did.” she said as she exhaled, her eyes going to the books her hands set about closing. Her ankles uncrossing under the chair she was seated in. “What do you want Daniel?”

She didn't know what this was supposed to accomplish. She had answered their question, and they had chosen to do nothing about it. Which was for the best. Logically, she could understand that given that there were two of them and one of her. She didn't even want to allow herself to attempt to figure that one out logistically. If he were here to pester her about it, or even to apologize, she didn't want to hear it. She hadn't cried in three days now, and she would like to keep it that way. Thinking about the things he had said to her, the way he had...the snickers that she was now met with in the hallways because of her crying. She was a big girl. She could handle most of it. It was just...them. “You, most of the time.” “What?” her books fumbled, losing her place as her gaze snapped up to meet his. Had she heard that right? What the hell was he saying? She knew Scott liked her...somewhere in her she had always known. It was why he was so nice to her..but Daniel...Daniel had never liked her. Had made that perfectly clear from the moment she had tried telling him the truth about that toxic woman he had been so intent on dating. Had made it apparent even after then with his snide comments or outright ignoring of her. This...was so out of the blue. She couldn't even fathom exactly what it was that he was saying. He wanted her? Since when? Sure...second year...she had thought...but not since then. Not since she had grown up, as she liked to think about it. Yes. A second scan of his face told her that this was absolutely Daniel. Daniel was saying that he wanted her. Words were failing her as he moved to sit in front of her. Had it been Scott, he would have answered quickly, and she might have brushed the comment off as just another one of his jokes, teasing her yet again in the very same way that she tended to tease him. Only It wasn't Scott. “How did you meant it?” Her jaw flapped for a moment, her eyes lifting to his. They were a deeper shade of brown than his brothers, with tinges of copper in them. She'd always had a thing for their eyes. She felt rooted to the spot, her pelvis shifting in the chair somewhat awkwardly under his gaze. She wanted to misunderstand. “How?” she repeated, why was he doing this now why here. It just...she was just looking for an excuse. She didn't even know where to begin phrasing a response to that. “How do you think I meant it?” she was attempting to tear her eyes away, but she couldn't. This wasn't some silly schoolgirl crush she knew that. She just...didn't know how to say that, or if she even wanted to. “You mean to ask..if I want you too?” color and heat flooded her at the prospect. She was careful in dragging out the last word, Too. In addition to. Not just him...but also in response to his statement. Merlin why was this so damned hard? She didn't like being honest. It wasn't working for her. She was going to break out in hives. Finally, she managed a blink. “Did you just say you wanted me? Is that what the drawings are really about?” Merlin if he was lying...if he was toying with her...

“I draw you because I think you're beautiful.” Her stomach tightened painfully. She couldn't even explain why she felt sick...too nervous. Too excited. Too...everything. He'd never said so...never looked at her that way. Even if she had wanted him to. It had seemed like the only person that he had been capable of looking at in that fashion had been Bridgette, with her long legs and shapely body. Perfect hair...she wasn't even still here and Odette was still comparing herself to that she-beast. This was the closest to a civil conversation that she had had with Daniel in years...she couldn't even remember how many. Her palms were sweating, it was more than a little uncomfortable, even in the cold library.“And yes, I mean to ask...,” Her eyes widened, leaning forward in her chair despite herself. “what it is you want Odette.” What she wanted? She didn't really have any options here did she? She hadn't allowed herself to think about this, couldn't picture herself with one without the other lingering just in the corner of her vision. She couldn't choose. She wasn't that woman. Even just thinking about having to choose made her feel even more sick. Her eyes had to be as large as saucers now, had to be and she couldn't stop them. She couldn't control her features and brush this off. Not whenever they were alone like this. Her glossed lips pressed together, contemplating how she could possibly answer that question. What answer was he looking for? What answer would hurt the least? What was the closest to what she did want? What did she want. An arrangement? The both of the. She wanted to just push the two of them together and make them one person. That would be simpler. Her shoulder lifted, lips still pushed together. “I don't know...” she finally landed on, softly. Her eyes diverted to the stacks, that just wasn't a good enough answer for her. “Both is good?”she chuckled sarcastically, she knew that wasn't realistic. Knew it wasn't possible. Didn't even know if she could handle it if it were possible in the first place. “Realistically?” she exhaled slowly to keep her voice from shaking, eyes shifting back to him. Why was he so damned attractive? Even as off put as she was by his kindness. “Nothing's possible...I...” she sighed, her shoulders lifting again.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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His heart lurched uncomfortably in his chest, the hand holding his -unflinchingly despite the fact that he was almost positive it was his hand that was sweating enough for the both of them- tightening just slightly as they made that final turn. She'd told him- somehow known to keep an eye on the other girl for them... his eyes drifted down to hers before going back to the door- last minute reconsideration almost forcing him to back peddle from the closed entry that they were facing. When had they stopped walking? His heart hammered uncomfortably within his chest now, picking up speed as the fingers detached themselves from him. “Nope. No. You don't get to do that Daniel.” He shook his head without looking down. Didn't get to? Why not? Why was he the one that had to go first here? She'd avoided him just as much over the years- hadn't tried to change his opinion or counter- shit, that was what she meant. Defensive. It was his go to with the blonde he was seeking out now. “Stop it.” His feet shifted, looking down finally into the bright eyes blinking up at him, stern expression on her face as she hit at his chest. ”Don't make her cry... stop, you know I don't like other people crying.” Her hands pulled at the ends of her sweaters, covering the marks just barely visible on her wrists. He shouldn't have made that face when she'd said that... only he didn't want to go through those doors, didn't want to admit just how wrong he'd been. It was only as tiny hands dug into his waist that he moved forward- lips pulling as she propelled his feet into moving- as she turned and disappeared down the hall as his hand closed over the handle. Don't make her cry. He doubted she would just seeing him. Scott had the worst part to tell her... right? His fingers twisted, pulling the door open just enough to slip through and freezing as he saw the face that had turned to greet the noise. Shit. Nope. She was sitting right by the doors, close enough that she'd been instantly alerted. He let the door fall behind him as he took those few steps forward, eyes widening as they took in her frozen expression, the feelings lingering underneath. Like she was scared of him. Like – “I'm not here to hurt you.” Incredulous, even if a voice whispered that that had been his exact intention a few days back. That was different, his information was different then. He had thought- “I'm not here to hurt you,” again as he walked the remaining steps until he was just a few feet in front of her, toe scuffing the stone beneath as he looked over at her. “Did you mean it?” The words, blurted from his lips so far out of order he couldn't even salvage the conversation he'd planned, his eyebrows pinching.

His eyes followed each shift of her frame, nodding silently to himself and biting back the retort that she didn't have to be so fucking defensive. Because... he was. He was on edge in this room- on edge standing her across from her on his own and trying to work through what all he'd learned the past few days. “Of course I did.” That. That there had been a shock for the both of them, the processing of her words before she'd fled from the pair of them that day- the way they had each taken them. The arguments that they had gotten into late into the hours of the night about how- and then Mikey... He shook his head slightly, bringing his eyes back up to meet her profile as she set back about messing with her supplies. “What do you want Daniel?” It had been so much easier with her before all of this- maybe not as easy as it was with her and Scott apparently, but for him... for him that was as easy as it got. The way he'd been able to say what it was that he was thinking after deliberation and not have her accusing him of changing it. He liked being able to think what he wanted to say through, to make sure that it was correct before he did so. He wasn't sure he would be afforded that time now though, afforded the ability to be carefully honest with her at all. “You, most of the time.” Rash it would have to be, he knew Scotty would have answered so much more quickly, would have known the exact right words- but he wasn't trying to be Scott, wasn't even trying to channel him. If what she said was true, in the way that Scotty and Mikey both seemed to think- then she wouldn't want him to. He crossed around the table, pulling the chair out across from her and depositing himself in it. Across not next to, he wasn't sure he could handle that yet. “How did you meant it?” His eyes rose, a careful kind of hope starting to well within him.

He knew that this was unexpected, that he had to be the last twin she expected to be tracking her down at all- he'd called her all sorts of things over the past four years, had tried to make sure that she understood just how little he actually cared for her beyond the similar link that they shared- beyond whatever kind of dance they'd been doing around one another since mid second year. He knew all of that- but it didn't help him any, didn't make the words come any easier to his lips. His elbows bent, coming to rest on the table that separated them. He had to get his words to work right, to keep from allowing the bitterness that had falsely built up over these past four years from creeping into his voice, from overlying the message he'd come here to try and deliver- to receive. It was more difficult, he felt, with the history he'd had with Bridgette- with the chances that he'd given her... to know even now that it had been falsehoods she'd fed him... it was still difficult to remember that, with this blonde across from him. Not because he was drawing as many similarities between them anymore- but because … because his only defense against Odette all this time had been what he'd been fed. The only thing that gave him that separation he needed from her had been the things he believed to have been true. His fingers opened, stretched so that he could drag both palms down his face- scrub at the skin as if to assuage the fear that just maybe he was wrong again. “How?” His eyes were slow in their return to hers, as if he was steeling himself for what he would find there, and he was- he knew he was. He was preparing himself for any number of outcomes as it were. “You mean to ask..if I want you too?” Too? Yes, that was the operative word. Because, with the way she'd been crying in the hall that day, with the things he'd learned from Mikey and Annie both. He couldn't even doubt that she wanted Scott anymore, not really- not logically. Even if he did still question it sometimes- the thought just a whisper behind the rest of all that was now crowing his brain. Too was an important word though, changed so much. Made it easier on them- in a way. It was still a choice, just not one that could come between. It was one that could be worked around, from their end, easier than the other prospect. “Did you just say you wanted me? Is that what the drawings are really about?” His eyebrows dipped. That hadn't occurred to him, that she would ask that. Again the slowly drawn breath, his eyes running from hers- no not running, he wasn't looking away from her, rather he was tracing the plains of her face... looking over him as if he were trying to see something there beneath the flesh. “Yes and no.” both, it was both. Too. In addition to. “I draw you because I think you're beautiful.” Important that she understand that- with the words he'd hurled at her the other day. The words and actions that had resulted in his still bruised jaw. He hadn't been allowed to have it healed- had been threatened even by his older brother to give him a matching mark on the other side of his chin. “And yes, I mean to ask...,” if she wanted either of them at all even- it didn't matter if her words sounded that way. He could put inflection on any number of things and make them sound a way he didn't mean. “what it is you want Odette.”

He just needed to hear what he'd been being told repeatedly these past few days, needed to hear from her that the too was because she wanted it not because it was her only option or... he didn't even know. He was still trying to process everything else, still trying to make sense of it all- and he was here throwing more questions into his brain with each face that she made, with the way that her words weren't sarcastic or biting- the fact that she was actually talking to him... just talking about it. Like it was a possibility at all... He watched the deliberation chase itself across her features, watched the way her eyes widened that slightest bit more with the further he expanded on his words- tried to make himself clear enough for her to follow, to understand. A difficult enough feat considering that his own mind was barely following its thought processes. “I don't know...” She didn't know? Didn't know what she wanted or how to explain it? He snorted harshly, not angry – not in argument, but an agreement of sorts. He could understand that could understand why this was so difficult now for the three of them. Why it would have been even from the start without the interference of others. “Both is good? Realistically? Nothing's possible...I...” Again, something he understood, the way that she seemed to be struggling to just come out and say it- but he knew, he did understand. He just knew that what she found so impossible wasn't really- not with who all was involved, not with the sheer number and depth of discussions that had been held between the three brothers and friend. Not with the way that Scott had advocated so surely that there were any number of ways to make it work if that was what they all really wanted. His fingers tensed on the tabletop, knuckles whitening from the tension as he held them there, hard pressed against the wood. He couldn't even look at her now, the smallest shake of his head as he moved his eyes down to the tips of his fingers, reddening from the contact against the surface they were shoving down upon. “Why not?” It was short, his own disbelieving laugh puncturing the space between them as he lifted his head once more, met her eyes with slightly furrowed brows. “Why is it impossible?”

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[Odette Cosway]

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He seemed so...tense. That wasn't even enough to describe it. It was as if he was almost pained, just being here with her. No doubt his feelings for her – if that was what it was – wasn't of his own choosing. She doubted very much that either of them would have chosen to like her. It was still – so much harder to accept than it was with Scott. He was going to hurt his hands. Such talented hands...if he kept pushing like that. He really should stop. She wanted to make him stop – even just to say so would have been a start...but she couldn't make herself move. Every time he cast a glance in her direction, her breathing stopped again. At least he wasn't looking at her now. She was so obviously staring at him. “Why not?” He just kept blindsiding her with his words? Why not what? Why not both of them? Why was it not possible? Wasn't that obvious? It had to be...surely. Not even once had she considered even the possibility...it had always just ended with her empty handed. Always. “Why is it impossible?” “What?” where was her vocabulary tonight? Really. It was just sad. What was what impossible. “What are you saying?” her head dipped, needing to see his face, needing to know just what it was that he was implying. “Not that...” her legs found movement, pushing her back away from the table until she was standing. She wasn't sure why her legs oppose sitting any longer, but she was glad they did, even the slight movement helped. “Surely not...” but even her own tone wasn't turning him away, wasn't discounting it as it should have been. Her quizzical gaze rounding back on him. They couldn't possibly want her that badly...not so as to...share. She would be shared?

“Odette....” Merlin every time he said her name she felt her body flush. Her heels clicked on the stone floor as she took a few steps to the side, waiting for his next words, waiting to see if the conclusion that she had managed to come to herself was somehow that far off base. She fulled expected him to shake his head, to tell her she was crazy, that there was some other obvious option that she simply couldn't seem to see just yet. Her would verbalize it...and everything would make sense, or it wouldn't Instead of this middle ground. “That.” “That...” she mirrored, still stunned. Was this why she hadn't seen them in so long? No doubt they had been off plotting or something strange. So much she didn't understand. He was saying that she could have both....that somehow she could have both and it would work. That they were okay with it – assuming that Daniel was speaking on behalf of them both. He did that...must have been doing so now. He was so serious, he wasn't about to pull the rug out from underneath her this time, she could see it in his eyes, the way his fingers tensed around the ledge of the table. This was an honest offer. Question? Offer? Were they testing her in some way? She didn't know how to interpret his tone as well as she could his brother...it was coming upon her that she didn't actually know Daniel as well. He was offering her that choice though. It would seem. “You did say you wanted both? And we both want you...” Her pacing stopped, there it was. Black and white. The details would have to be figured out, she had no idea how it was going to work, how any of it would even be...how they would, but she could feel the corner of her lip lifting for a moment, a disbelieving laugh leaving her. Her hands pressed into her stomach, elbows jutting out on either side of her small frame. “You're serious.” she couldn't question why he had suddenly changed his opinion of her, or why now even, why he wasn't looking at her like something from the bottom of his shoe any longer. She didn't even want to. “Both.” Her hands dropped, taking a single step toward him. “You'd be alright with both?” she had a feeling that if he was, Scott was. It had to of been his idea...for whatever reason. Oh to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation. Her eyes lowering. “I do want you,” she did, she felt that the separation of her words was important. Singling him out, and his brother. “...both.”

He was smiling. Really, really smiling. She hadn't seen that expression in even the general direction of her in so long. Years and years. He'd said he was alright with it, that it was what he wanted too. That was implied, she thought. “I mean.” She couldn't move again, damn if that wasn't the most infectious grin she had ever seen. For two people who were identical in almost every way...there sure were a lot of differences. The weight of what she had just agreed to hadn't even had time to settle on her shoulders yet. Hadn't sank in. “We know there's a lot to work out. Between the three of us.” Her eyes were widening in timing with her heart, he had stood. He was talking about it like this was a real thing that was going to happen. Had put thought into this...it was going to be real. She knew that they hadn't done anything like this before – it wasn't some modification of an agreement that they had implemented before. This was new for them too. The three of them. Three. Not two. Her heart skipped a beat, her hands tightening on the fabric of her skirt, willing her arms to stay limp at her sides. “But- we thought maybe I should be the one to ask you.. and to clear up things on... our end first?” Our end... Our end. Yes, it did have a certain weight coming from him that she didn't think that Scott would have had. She managed a nod, and that was just about it as he came to a stop in front of her, the air seemingly vacuumed out of the room all at once. He was less than a foot away, and she couldn't even shift, she couldn't stop staring up at him. Allowed to, without having to spout bitter words and hurl them at him. “I do,” The knee jerk reaction to flinch was still there, but she stilled herself after only a fraction of the movement. He'd said that he wasn't going to hurt her this time. He hadn't yet...wouldn't. Her mouth was dry in anticipation. “like you Odette.” Had her knees not been locked still she might have stumbled. It was so strange, coming from him...but it, washed over her in a way she couldn't explain. Even as his hand moved to her face, touching her for the second time, pushing her hair back and out of the way. Sending chills up her back. She felt herself leaning forward, knees finally bending just slightly. For a long moment she was silent, not even sure how to express the dozens of things in her head, until “I'm sorry.” she blurted out, out of nowhere. Might as well put it on the table. True, she hadn't thought of him once that night. She had a lot of trouble thinking about the other whenever in the company of one. True, she couldn't not think about the both of them whenever she wasn't near them. She was sorry she hadn't considered him then...sorry that things hadn't worked out, sorry that she had tried to meddle in his relationships, sorry that she hadn't known that he knew. Sorry for stealing his drawings. “You should have told me you knew.” as soon as she said it, the hurt started to fade. That would certainly be one of the logistics. The talking. At least she had started the ball rolling. She hoped. She meant it, the apology, she hoped he knew that.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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“What?” He couldn't fault her for that confusion- had argued more than once that she was going to think he was lying, or that she wasn't going to understand. What they were asking of her- what they were asking if she wanted- was so far beyond the range of normal after all. “What are you saying?” What was he saying? He wasn't sure how he was supposed to make it any more clear without spelling it out, something he wasn't even sure he could do no matter how many times it had been gone over. He understood the implications, the reasons why most people would find it so out of left field. He understood them, he thought, better than his twin- understood that there were any number of reasons she should even not want to become involved in that kind of a relationship- even excluding the fact that the issues between the two of them in this room- between her and his other half even, had yet to be worked out separately. Another concern he'd voiced only to have Scott assure him that first they had to know what it was they were working toward at all. Since when did Scott even make all of these decisions? He could feel it, the defensive edge building onto his thoughts as he watched her eyes widen, watched her facial muscles almost twitch... “Not that...” His eyebrows dipped, met as confusion settled within him. Not that? Moisture fled his mouth, the dry way his tongue seemed to stick to his teeth preventing him from being able to answer, to question what she could possibly mean. Not that... as if … was it offensive to her? Hadn't she said that she wanted them both? Didn't that mean? His own chair scraped back slightly as she stood, his form leaning away from the table in order to see her more clearly. “Surely not...” No.. okay. Relief. He hadn't even noticed that he was holding his breath, letting it well within his chest until the exhale left him in the form of a sigh. She wasn't appalled or disgusted necessarily. “Odette....” His hands pulled down, fingers sliding along wood until they could curl around the lip of the table, hold himself to it. “That.” It was all he could think as his shoulders shrugged heavily, his head tilting slightly. “You did say you wanted both? And we both want you...” Spelling it out, he was spelling it out but it was as if he needed to hear it too, as if the words leaving his lips needed to be reaffirmed to him as well.

“That...” He needed more from her- needed to know just how she felt on the suggestion before he could go any further. As it was he didn't know how much further he would be- could be going anyways. There was another separate conversation to be had- logistics to figure out after that. Right now they just needed to ascertain that both- both, the word seemed to carry so much more significance than it would seem at first- that both was what she wanted, that he- Daniel, was something she wanted at all. There would be so much more of that to work out, so much more to figure out. He knew that. Because.. well four years worth of misunderstandings didn't just simply up and disappear. And they had to work out this new... he had to get to know HER, Odette.. not Oddette. His eyes followed her pacing, willing her to give him more to go on, to know what to say. He wanted to tell her to stop moving entirely, already his left knee was jiggling in place with the timing of her steps. Nervous. Frenetic. “You're serious.” Already he could hear Scotty's quips responding to her in place- the 'as a heart attack' echoing silently between them as she stared at him- as if she were trying to figure something out. That made two of them then. A short nod was all he could afford, one shoulder rolling. “Both.You'd be alright with both?” Him or the both of them? They had both already discussed it, considered it. “Yes.” He could answer for both, knew that she would understand that. They had told her. Two halves of one whole. Even if they hadn't discussed it he would have known his twin's answer. “I do want you,” his heart rate accelerated, breathing hitching for just a half a moment on the one word- you, because he hadn't really thought- even if she had said... even if they had said. “...both.” he wasn't aware his lips were lifting upwards until he was grinning, real relief spreading across his features as he nodded. “I mean.” His hand came up, running across the recently cut hair as he too stood from where he'd been sitting, the nervous energy that had been building up demanding release. “We know there's a lot to work out. Between the three of us.” Between the three of them both separately and together. “But- we thought maybe I should be the one to ask you.. and to clear up things on... our end first?” Shit it was more difficult then when he was talking to Scotty about it- running the lines that he'd thought out. Certainly not the ones pouring out of his mouth now as he walked over to her, stopping in front of her and kind of... creating a dead space between them. “I do,” his hand came up hesitantly, pushing the hair back from her face, thumb running over the apple of her cheek, “like you Odette.” His adam's apple bobbing with the swallow it took to manage the words at all out loud in this space.

He'd laughed when Scotty had said that actually touching her when he wasn't angry was like permission for his mind to think about kissing her- permission for his body to expect it. It had sounded so stupid the way that it had sounded when he'd tried explaining. But the minute his skin hit hers he understood that, the way his body seemed to curl around her even with the space between them, his neck arching so he could better see her face- see the way her lips pulled and released with his words. If it hadn't been for... well everything that still had yet to be covered he would have- knew that in his place Scott would have, that he would have managed to talk about them after- but the words that came before were important to him right now, the dynamic between him and Odette was different than it was for Scott. He needed to.. understand things first, for her to- before he kissed her, make sure that it wasn't just the exaltation of what had just been settled that the two of them were … celebrating. “I'm sorry.” His eyes moved over her face, watching the words play out across it, the memories behind whatever it was she was apologizing for. A blanket apology? It didn't matter, not really- not with all that they were going to have to tell her, all of what had been done to make them all so screwed up with one another in the first place. “You should have told me you knew.” Blanket or specific... either way that was too clear for him to miss the meaning behind. His thumb brushed her cheek again, a shrug encasing his other shoulder. She should have known, he'd figured she did- had thought that she'd understand that Scotty wouldn't have kept that from him- not when it was as important as it had been to him. “It meant a lot to him.” She and Scott would work their own issues out but it was important that she understand that now, understand just how much that night had meant before she said something that could... he didn't know, muck it all up? “You know? If it hadn't he would never have told me. It isn't like he told me details.” Nothing other than the fact that the bruise on his face, the one he'd refused to let him heal from him had been from her elbow- he'd laughed at it, swelled with it like it was something he was proud of, was fond of. “It wasn't like that.” He paused for a minute. “There have been a lot of misunderstandings. And I can't even get into all of the ones between the two of us yet because they're so entangled in what Scott needs to talk to you about... but I was,” he cut off like he needed to search for the word, eyes flashing with something just as he looked down to his thumb on her cheek- only going back to hers once he'd contained it, “I was lied to. And given what I thought was proof about you.” Another shrug. “I believed what I heard about you when I should have listened to Scott. I'm sorry.”

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
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[Odette Cosway]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
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“It meant a lot to him.” Odette took another half step forward in the small space. He had said so...and she was sure that he would say so again. They had their own things to talk about, since Daniel had said that he was first...she had to assume that Scott would make himself known soon as well. To go over things. “To me too...” she managed, not sure why she even said it. It didn't apply to him really, but he did know...Merlin she didn't know how to talk to him. “You know? If it hadn't he would never have told me. It isn't like he told me details.” Her face flushed instantly, no doubt finally coming to match the rest of her. She really had tried not to think about the details. They weren't steamy or even all that satisfying...it really hadn't been a wonderful experience...physically. She only even had fondness for it because of who it had been with. “It wasn't like that.” Now that he had decided to talk, it would seem, it was becoming easier for him. “There have been a lot of misunderstandings. And I can't even get into all of the ones between the two of us yet because they're so entangled in what Scott needs to talk to you about... but I was,” They really had planned all of this out hadn't they? And what would they have done had she said no? Had she not been able to ….was still trying to wrap her mind around it. She had agreed..she had heard herself agree. That much was clear. She certainly had no intentions of backing out. Misunderstandings indeed. “I was lied to. And given what I thought was proof about you.” Merlin that was ominous. What could that possibly mean? She didn't doubt that he had been lied to, she knew how quickly gossip spread around this castle, knew that there was more than her fair share attached to her name. The implications that it carried. By this point she was fairly certain only a handful of people knew the truth of the matter. It was just so damned exhausting attempting to correct people all the time, she'd given up on that. “I believed what I heard about you when I should have listened to Scott. I'm sorry.” She nodded once. Accepting in her own way, storing it all away to be picked apart later. Her gaze dropped to the space between them, the space that her hands were coming up in, stopping just away from his body. She hadn't ever touched him before. Not really, not any more than the teasing touches in the classroom. Never had cause to, even if she had wanted to do a lot more. Ever so slowly her hands uncurled from the fists that she had managed to make, appendages hovering just an inch away from his torso. This would be allowed now, wasn't it? It was what she wanted...she could do it. He wasn't going to shove her away, she hoped. Her hands dropped to rest against his chest, flattened over the shirt he was wearing, a low exhale in timing with the touch and she couldn't help herself...her body moved with a mind of it's own as she stepped against him. The pull she had been denying for so long momentarily satisfied, fitting under his chin so easily. She nearly shuddered. Merlin that would have been embarrassing. “Okay.”

He wasn't quite as firm as his brother, not that it mattered in the slightest to her. She could hardly form coherent thoughts with the way her eyes seemed to focus on the tips of her fingers resting against his shirt, making only the slightest indentations on the gray fabric before her body had come to rest against it. Faintly, it registered in her head that she had been the one unable to control herself, and in that same moment...his arms came to wrap around her, accepting her presence against him. Accepting her, she felt a ripple move through her skin, feel his large hands on her back. She could feel something charged within her, the same that she had felt whenever he had grabbed her wrist the other day but intensified, magnified and oh so much better. He was hugging her body to him, but she fit...she couldn't not notice that, her head tilting to see him instantly, same bundle of nerves firing up within her instantly like they had whenever he had come into this space not too long ago. His touch was so cold...but welcome, he had been the more tempered of the two, but his touch was softer, moving along her skin. Ever inch he touched seizing in his wake. She was nearly vibrating out of her skin. She never would have imagined...moving up her shoulders, momentarily displacing the fabric of her shirt before it fell back into place, up her throat and again, her lungs stopped. Betraying her as the breath stilled on her lips in anticipation, her eyes flicking from his lips – where they had been trained without her knowing so – up to his brown eyes. There was something there she'd never managed to see before. Her face lifting at his urging, she knew what was coming, knew it and it was sending fireworks out through her toes and he had hardly touched her...but, oh, his nose touched just the tip of her own and her knees went weak. Her lungs attempted to suck in even more air though it wasn't allowing her to expel any of it, her mind was ablaze with pops of colors against the back of her eyelids as his lips pushed into her own. Right, fitting. Her arms dropped to her sides, useless until her mind seemed to catch up with what was happening. Her body had flooded with heat, everywhere heat and the contact was renewed. She knew how to do this, she swore she did. His fingers pulled her face closer and things seemed to click into place. Her hands lifted to just above his hips, small hands pressing into the softer flesh there, holding as she could feel the skin of her lips sticking ever so sightly to that of his. She could have damn near purred, her lids heavy as she lifted her eyes to his in the slight break of contact. She knew that this wouldn't have been possible before, but oh she wished it had been. Too much time lost as her lashes lowered and her lips pressed back into his, moving against his, needing...something. Him.

In the realm of ways that she had pictured having Daniel's hands on her before, it hadn't been like this. She might have had a few dreams that she didn't want to boast about, but even that paled in comparison. His hands on her face, she couldn't even think. Pops of color taking up a decorative display over the backs of her eyelids, her skin had turned to pop rocks at his touch. She could have sworn, in that moment she had heard something audible snapping, his hands letting go of her face, his mouth moving over her own, puling her lip and she didn't protest, couldn't stop the desperate whimper that left her at the contact, his hands encircling her waist pulling her, she hadn't been handled this roughly before. Not that was rough, it certainly didn't hurt. She felt wanted, needed by the way he handled her, her arms automatically following instruction and coming to rest on his shoulders, arms bending to come back into his hair, entangling themselves somehow despite the new cut. Stagnant, cold air of the library bit into her exposed flesh, and now there was quite a bit, the way the back of her skirt swung freely, the joints of her knees supported by his hands, holding her torso against him. It was a stretch, compensating for her height and she didn't care, didn't care where he moved her, didn't care if they stayed right here. She could hardly feel the movement he made until something cold hit the back of her legs. Cold and solid, and quick glance...table. She was sitting on a table. Merlin Fuck those were Daniel's hands on her thighs. His fingers running over her skin, her legs bent, coming up around him still, not aware that her lipstick was on his face, not aware that her skirt was well best the levels of being immodest , she was too aware of her body even to feel it. She couldn't think to give commands, her body was moving on it's own, fingertips urging his head to stay bowed to her own, legs moving into the touch of his hands. Merlin, his hands. “Danny,” Her lips parted the word hardly more than a breath as his tongue pressed between her lips, she nearly felt drunk. Drunk on him, easily. Her feet used the only leverage that they could find to push herself further back onto the table, even if she didn't manage to get very far, she never let go, he would just have to come with her. Hands moving from his hair to the base of his skull and back again.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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Okay Okay? Just like that? His mind seemed to whirl with all of the questions that he felt she could have asked, could have wanted to know of him or them- of the situation. But she was pressing herself to him and it was like he didn't even have to think about his arms wrapping up and around her body, pulling her closer to him and inhaling deeply. Like he was trying to capture this moment. He was- he intended to. Because if it didn't work out for whatever reason- or if one of the thousand of things that could go wrong did... she had said okay just now and touched him- first, of her own accord absent the snide commentary that had followed in the past. It was kind of a big accomplishment on their part he thought, a marker of sorts. Not that he was capable of a whole excess of thought when she was touching him like this... it was worse, way worse, he realized when she did things like bite the shell of his ear. Worse than the way he seemed unable to form a proper sentence afterward.. because this was … something else. His arms tightened briefly, releasing even more slowly than they had wrapped to come up to her forearms- fingers curling loosely around them as he ran his palms up the flesh, goosebumps traveling up from his wrist as he did so- his tongue suddenly heavy in his mouth as the ran the dip of her shoulders, pausing as he bent his body down to be closer to hers. She was- had to be- one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed drawing her so much. She had beautiful features, interesting rounded angles... but it was her eyes that really got him. The color that he never could quite get right with his prisma colors... that flash in them now as his hands ran up the column of her throat, almost overlapping as they came up to cup her jaw and tilt her face up. He should have said more, cleared more up- but she was touching him and right there and he was just so tired of all of the talking that they'd been doing these past few days. So tired of trying to figure it all out when they hadn't even moved past the introduction of any of it. His thumbs swept up over the lines, tilting her face just slightly in the minute before he allowed his neck to bow- allowed his nose to brush against hers- once. Once before his lips moved over hers, pressed into the flesh and stilled. Stilled for all of half of a second before his fingers spread, mouth pressing more firmly down into the one beneath him, moving over the bow of hers.

His breath caught in his throat as she moved back eyes opening slowly to look at her, running down her face from her forehead to her chin multiple times before he allowed himself to look at her eyes- to meet the hazel swirls that just... ignited something within him. He had thought he was attracted to her before, thought that it was all that it was and if he could just ignore that... that hadn't been attraction. That had been a spark- a brief introduction to what this was, what was building up inside of him. Because he hadn't allowed himself to feel all of it. Had buried it all beneath the bitterness and anger that he'd cloaked himself in. With that even partially pushed aside.. he was overwhelmed. By the sight of her, by the feel of her- by the smell of her and her floral perfume mixed in with that something, that something extra that he couldn't quite name. Without thinking about it his head dipped, eyes staying trained on hers- nose brushing against the side of hers, down her cheek until he was close enough, could taste it- that familiar scent coming off of her skin. Like honeysuckle midday in the summertime- warm and fragrant, but only just enough if you were close to it- not overpowering but seductive, drawing you in. His head moved back slowly again, hands brushing up and down her jaw, fingers moving over and above it like he couldn't quite decide what to do with her, like his hands themselves were unsure- like they couldn't choose with so many options. He wanted to stay looking at her, memorize the way her pupils burned and shifted, wanted to see her upper lip- the way it swelled just that much more than the bottom. His fingers shifted, middle finger of his right hand reaching out to trace it- the way it arched over and above. He wanted to pull it between his lips. She moved for him- made up his mind, pressing tighter and forming her lips back to his. It was it, all he could take. Like all six years of keeping himself back from her finally snapped- his hands fleeing her face entirely, mouth slanting down over hers and pulling her top lip between his two- rubbing it against the flesh firmly as his hands reclosed now around her waist. Too far. It didn't matter that she'd moved closer, or that her hands were digging into him. In one move he'd knocked those aside, pushed his arms down under hers and shrugged them up, encouraging them further up his body as his sought lower- pulled up swiftly until her body was flush against his own- heels dangling off the ground as he took three swift steps back and turned them, push her onto the table they'd earlier been seated at before fingers ran down thighs, up the juncture between calf and thigh to pull her legs up, around him. Broken. He was starved for the taste of her, the way her lips moved under his- something between an exhale and muttered praise passing between his parted lips before his tongue followed- running the seam of hers, dipping over and around the curves he was just now learning after all this time- his hands following the same pattern on the exposed skin of her legs.

He wasn't even aware that he was following the direction of her hands or where that put him until he was on top of her, body pressing down only far enough to keep from crushing her completely, one hand practically slamming down on the table as he pushed himself up her body, regained the positioning that had been lost by her scooting back, flowed once more into the seams of her body and stilled. Because skirt. He hadn't even thought of it, hadn't considered, that article of clothing. It should have given him pause, made him stop- but something akin to a groan left the space of his lips, flowed into his mouth as his free hand traced the line of her already too high hem- pushed up even further until his palm met lace, body shuddering into hers before his fingers dragged back down the skin- back down to the side of her knee and circled, once more pulling up on the juncture until he could feel it bending at his hip- pressing him further and --- it was like the sensations were too much, his lips not quite breaking from hers but shifting, to one corner, down her chin and jawline- across the curve to her ear and down her throat. Repeating the process four times before he finally moved lower, ran nose and lips both over the column of her throat this time, down it, pressing into every available surface until he could open his lips. Make the same circuit with open mouthed kisses, his hand kneading the flesh of her thigh, fingers extending to run flat palm over it. Merlin. Everything about her was setting him on fire, making him react before he had a chance to even consider what it was he was doing. He had just wanted to kiss her, just once, because he needed to. But now it was something else entirely. It was claiming. The way his hand ran up her thigh again, pressed into the corner of her hip- over the fabric and pushed down, fingers curling over it, under it, rubbing against the skin. God. It wasn't even- wasn't even anything but her hip, but it was like he couldn't even manage, his hips moving back from her for just a moment before circling, twisting back into them, breath coming erratic against the skin of her neck where he was still kissing. He wasn't even sure how he managed to let go of the fabric his two fingers had hooked in, run up her side, along the curves there and- shit he was forgetting to breath entirely, gusting out against his neck as he realized all but his hips and hand had stilled their movements.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s

She wasn't even aware that he was on top of her, until he was. Wasn't even aware until the comfortable weight was on top of her, pressing into her...and pressing onto her. Feel each time he took a breath pushed into her chest until he lifted, separating their shoulders but not much else. Oh if she could have seen herself a week ago. She never would have believed it. She heard his hand slapping the table to the side of her body, heard it and didn't care because he was moving, moving and connecting...fuck he was laying on top of her. Daniel. Was laying on top of her, Odette. Her brows lifted even though her eyes didn't open. The only sound she could heart besides her blood hammering in her ears was that of his breathing, his heavy breathing. At least she wasn't the only one, she knew she was breathing much too heavy. Much, much too heavy and she couldn't stop. The sound that left his lips next though, was better than any music she had ever heard, who would have known she could have made him make a sound like that? Though, at the sensation of his hand moving up her leg, to her thigh...well past where her skirt should have stopped him, she was matching his sounds. Apparently the soft fabric was good for more than just twirling. She was drawing mental lines, marking the path his fingers took up her leg, committing them to memory, too high...like her skirt wasn't even there. Might as well not have been, wasn't very lady like...what she was doing. His fingers were on her panties, palm gasping her hip as fingers wrapped around, holding her in place. Her shoulders left the table the moment his lips broke contact with her own, pink lipstick smearing down the side of her face by means of his lips, to her neck and her eyes sprang open. She hadn't bothered with this sort of thing the first time, this was nothing like the first time. Sing songed exhalations leaving her swollen lips every few kisses, fuck she loved the feeling of his lips on her. She loved the feeling of him on her, the cold touch turned to fire. It wasn't enough. She wanted more. He seemed to be reading her mind, she felt so...wanted by him. She couldn't fathom her feelings past that but it made her feel pretty, sexy. Her body was moving in ways that she hadn't ever tried before, her hip rotating against the fingers grasping the band of her panties, hand in her panties gasping she searched for his eyes, his hips moved forward and her eyes widened – oh, that was certainly the idea wasn't it? Hadn't though that he would have even wanted that from her – with her. They were supposed to of been talking. She'd said perhaps ten words since he showed up, just repeating them over and over again. Her hands were shaking, shaking as they found the hem of his soft shirt and pushed it just up out of the way, just enough to place her hands on his skin, just enough to feel the ripple of muscles in his lower stomach that resulted from his hips movements, fingers tracing the lines, working their way up and bringing the shirt with it. She couldn't deny that she was scared – hesitant any more than she could deny how badly she wanted him, to keep his hands on her, certainly not to stop him but it had to be on her face. She felt...impatient, as if she had already waited long enough. Her mind was at war, wanting to touch, to explore, and wanting to have.

There had always been something there, at least to her. More than just the slight physical attraction that his looks gave her. Obviously she was attracted to the way that he – that they both – looked. They were beyond handsome. Still, there was something had always had her squirming on her stool in class, and it would seem...she was finally starting to understand just what it was. She felt alive under his hands, like a raw wire. He was returning the favor, his hands moving just under the unforgiving hem of her shirt, air sucked into her lungs too quickly at the contact, she should make it to where he should never not be touching her. Merlin she loved that sound, it had her pushing her hips upward into his as her hands pressed upward into the skin of his chest, hands skipped over the surface. Was she pressing too hard? It didn't sound like she was, was that even possible? The irony of his teeth on her earlobe wasn't lost on her. Hadn't even thought to think he would have ever done it back. “Odette...” Oh Merlin she liked that so much more than she liked any other sound that had yet to come from his lips, better than the other bastardization of her name that he had formerly been so fond of. She supposed she wasn't going to have to hear it again. Depending on how things all worked out. Her appreciation of hearing her name erupting from her lips in a moan, intensified by the thoughts that seemed to spur forward the second his weight pushed into hers. She knew it should have been painful, knew that it should bother her, the oxygen forced from her lungs this way, but it didn't. It made her feel comfortable. Lips curling into a smile as his knuckle brushed against her cheek, she couldn't stop looking into those brown eyes, even as her back arched herself into him, allow the bottom of her shirt to be pushed upward, the buttons weren't going to allow it to go up much more than this, she, he...they would have to unbutton it if that was his goal. Merlin fuck, Daniel unbuttoning her shirt. Her eyes couldn't even tear away as he kissed her again, waiting...for something, she didn't even know what. “Please.” Fuck that was sexy. Please what? Please remove her – oh. His hips pressed into hers and she pushed back, her bent knees sliding against the fabric of his pants, pushing into his thighs, sliding up his body until the skin of her knees pushed into the exposed skin of his torso, her hands sliding up and around his still shirt covered shoulders, to the skin of his bicep with a shaky exhalation, she didn't say no, she didn't even know if words would work for her, she was so damned nervous, she was sure she was shaking all over, a subtle tremble under his touch. Her torso rolled against him, her neck lifting her head most of the way to his face, pausing for only a second before she pressed her lips back into his own.

Sweet Merlin what the hell was that? She could feel it now, pushing against the inside of her thighs, her brain taking far too long to catch up to what it was that was attempting to make contact with her skin. Aided by the movement of his hips, pushing it – him against her...such a flimsy little barrier she had chosen today. Tiny little scraps of white lace that constituted her panties, she could hear the denim snagging on the fabric, the delicate fabric being harshly degraded by the denim. Not that she knew, not that she could see the fraying – could only just feel himself pushed against her, so close...so intimate. So much less than he was having to strain against, she was certain. Could feel the button of his jeans pressing into her skin every time he dipped until he was lifted away. Didn't mind the pull, didn't mind the sensations coupled with it...did mind the denim. His fumbling fingers put her at ease, made her feel like maybe...maybe she wasn't the only one who might have been nervous here. She didn't care if he ripped the damned thing open so long as it put his hands back on her skin instead of on her buttons. She had a wand after all, somewhere...somewhere in here. She couldn't seem to think beyond the parameters of the table, The fabric fell free of her after what seemed to have been an eternity, cold air hitting her skin. Her hands moved to his back, balling his shift up into her palms, pulling upward until it was to the point he had to duck his head, had to in order for her to pull the thing free, her eyes meeting his skin for the first time. Lightly tanned...the moles weren't limited to his face. She couldn't stop grabbing at his skin, needing him closer, having the contact between the two of them wasn't enough. Even as his torso pressed into her own, her breasts flattening against his, the flimsy strap of her bra falling just off of her shoulder, her eyes darting to the waistline of his pants, view obstructed from the way that her skirt had been pushed up to nearly her own waist, rather than her hips where it should have sat. She couldn't even be bothered to remove her shirt from her body properly, didn't want to take the time that would have been required to do so. She felt like she was being too forward, that they were moving too fast but there was something burning inside of her, making her squirm underneath him, forcing those highly unladylike sounds from her lips, her teeth closing too softly on his lower lip, “Danny...” she breathed again, urgently

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[Daniel Wilde]

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O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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Every noise she made, every one she swallowed that he could feel in her throat spurred him forward, made his hands more sure- more firm against her skin as he moved his lips back up once more to the indention where her ear met the line of her jaw- just behind the shell of her ear, exhaling roughly as his fingers ran back down her side, slid up just under the hem of her shirt. He could feel her body, her hands, shaking against him- felt as if she hadn't been for sure he would have-that somehow she had absorbed it for the both of them. His lips turned reverent, pressing into that spot that they'd come to stop at until her hands connected with his skin underneath his shirt, his hips jerking roughly against hers. Oh Merlin... the loud moan that filtered out of his lips went unchecked, vibrating against her skin as he skimmed his nose along her flesh, tilted his head just enough to pull her earlobe between his lips- pressing down with his flesh upon hers and rolling it between the two lines of his mouth. She was touching him, flesh against flesh, curling against his abdomen. His tongue ran along the line of cartlidge pressed between his lips, teeth nipping at the edge before releasing it entirely, the side of his face pressing harder into her. “Odette...” Her name drug from his throat- drawn out gutturally against her skin as he moved back, lifted his head from hers and looked down at her, the palm that had been resting on the table moving slowly, resting his weight more firmly upon hers as he drug his knuckles down her cheek- hooded eyes looking into hers with a barely restrained hunger. He wanted, needed her- something from her- needed her flesh on his more. The hand just barely under the hem of her shirt moved upwards, shifting from material of her skirt to flesh until his fingers could curl- pressing into the skin on its way up until it was met with more fabric. A shuddering breath as he lowered his face back to hers, moving his lips over hers once- twice, the barest pressure in contrast with the way his fingers were pulling at the strap of fabric along her side- forearm pushing the shirt up as much as possible between their joined bodies. “Please.” He didn't know what he was asking for, the word dragging out of his lips as he moved his head back once more- intense stare meeting her eyes as he rolled his hips more firmly between her legs, felt the shift of her thighs around his hips with a barely restrained groan.


Permission- it was all he needed, her lips pressing back into his own, moving underneath him. He had always thought of her as such a big person. Regardless of the fact that her actual physical stature was not, was the opposite- it was her presence, they way she filled a room without even having to try. He had always looked at her like that, even when he allowed himself to notice just how tiny she was, even in heels, next to him... it was this though, her underneath him that made him feel … just that much bigger than her, made something within him chime in that he could actually hurt her- this little blonde whose very skin was driving him to the brink of madness. It was all he needed, just that little push, that acceptance she seemed to give him. His hips rolled against hers, stilled in the movement before pushing more firmly down, his jeans scraping uncomfortably against the suddenly flushed flesh of his thighs. So close. He could feel her- her skin through the layers of clothing separating them, feel her muscles and sinew stretching and pushing back against him with her own movements. Merlin... Hands pressed and kneaded the flesh in equal measure, only stopping when the one nearest her torso drifted down, pushed between them- the line of his knuckles dragging down the seam of her shirt- pressing into the buttons. Buttons. Buttons he needed to dislodge. His hands pressed more firmly, tongue moving against her lips- pressing. He needed in her somehow, anyway at this point, it didn't matter- the contact of his body just pressing into hers no longer enough. It wasn't until her lips opened under his though that he realized just how desperate a need it was- his tongue sliding once along the bottom curve before delving in, twisting with hers, pulling and pushing against it with every roll of his hips. In time. He didn't think he could manage to separate them, couldn't keep the pattern of a different nature right now, not as his fingers slipped between the line of fabric- fumbled with the buttons there, tried to pry them loose. But like everything else it seemed designed to keep him out, his fingers unable to keep up the same twisting after only a few minutes- his brain dully registering that the rounded object he'd been trying to twist out of it's hole had come completely off in his fingers, releasing it instantly and moving down. The next button wasn't nearly so stubborn, or the one after- but again he came to the same problem, flat of the thing rolling between the both of their bodies before hitting the table. He didn't know how long it took him to get the whole thing open, pulling at the sides of her shirt until they were nearly falling off of her shoulders- he did know that he couldn't stop kissing her though, couldn't stop grinding himself against her.

His hands fell away from her, pushed out to the sides of her to rest flat on the table’s wooden surface, fingers slamming down onto the surface again as she pulls at the fabric separating his torso from hers. He can feel it, bunching at his neck, her small little hands still trying to pull it up and over his head, but her lips- Merlin her lips seem fused to his own, his tongue sliding against hers with a friction nearly rivaling that of his hips, sending his blood pumping into overdrive. It isn’t until the pull up more that he lifts himself in one move up and off of her body, the palms of his hands shifting to the ball of them as he pushes off the table entirely, holding himself suspended above her just by the quivering muscles of his stomach as she pulls the rest of the shirt free of him, looking down at her for a minute. He hadn’t /seen/ her earlier, not with his own torso in the way. Hadn’t gotten to notice the way the swells of her breasts fell just out of the tops of her bra, or the way her stomach muscles seemed to be shaking in time with her hands. Every time he’d compared her to a queen before it had been in … derision, anger. Not now, with her skin glistening just that slightest bit, impressions on her flesh from where his clothes had dug into the skin. No, now she was a goddess in true form, her chest heaving in time with the breaths he was pulling in through his nose. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t even take that much more time to look at her because the need to touch, to claim was all too real. He rolled his hips and torso as one back down into her, one hand going to her upper arm to support himself- keep himself from falling down into her entirely. Lips ran along her neck, down the column of her throat and across the tops of her breasts, the other hand pushing in the small space he’d kept between them to go to the laced fabric at the center of the stretch of clothing still on her, pulling down in one hard move and being rewarded with the sight of dusky nipples coming free. It’s almost too much, his breath catching even as he pushes his face lower, pushes his face entirely into her skin as he feels his own hand against her shaking. Too much. He isn’t sure he can hold out much longer, not outside of her like this, his entire body shaking with a need that’s been repressed for six years. Six years. His lips open, groaning against the skin as she shifts underneath him, tongue running a firm line down the flesh he’s above, teeth grazing it until she’s- fuck she’s right there. And he may not have seen very many nipples in his day, and maybe it was just because of that, but hers were just… perfect, his lips pressing down into them reverently before opening his mouth, pulling her inside of him and rolling his tongue over it, hips jerking just that slightest bit more unsteadily into her with the noises coupled with the .. everything around him. Everything. He didn’t even know, didn’t realize. It had never been like this. He couldn’t stop, releasing her and running his lips back up to hers again, pressing down into the flesh, noting the differences between the skin and texture and just- his hands couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop grasping her arm. The hand that had been on the table shifted, lifting to run between them, between her thighs and pressing along the edge of the gaping lace, running up the side of it and pausing. He needed… “Danny...” There it was, his name again- breathed out through her lips between them on the edge of her teeth on his lips and just- his fingers shifted, pushing fabric aside into flesh, running along the inside line and just- sinking… he groaned into her lips, massaging the flesh with a lack of finesse he was sure he’d later regret but it was warm and wet and there and he just- “Odette. Just,” he breathed out between them now, shifting his fingers until he could press one into her, curling it upwards and almost falling down completely on top of her with the motion. “I need you,” guttural as his finger curled again, the ones of the same hand curling outside of the flesh. “to tell me its okay.”

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
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LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
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[Odette Cosway]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
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She had never needed to be touched so badly before. Her mind wasn't even her own any longer. She couldn't even hope to understand it. Her body was arching to meet his every touch, in ways and with a fluidity that she didn't even know that she possessed. Her shoulders rolling to allow the strap of her bra to fall down further, so that the garment wasn't totally ruined as it was forced down her body, inhaling sharply through her nose at the contact of air on her already hardened nipples. The catches In his breath, she could feel it in his shoulders through her hands, they made her body shudder every time. His hands had started to shake, she knew, she didn't want the self control either. She wanted him to let go...she wanted to let go. She had waited so fucking long for this, hadn't even...but it was here now. She was living it, another shuddering gasp left her body as his lips closed over her nipple. So many new sensations, would he be pleased to know that he was the only one who had ever done that? Her body twitched in reaction to his tongue flicking over the delicate flesh, feeling everything so much more intensely, the lace of her panties was getting uncomfortable now, sliding over her skin, soaked. She loved how he squeezed her skin, she couldn't stop her own hands from pressing into his shoulders, elbows tucked in between his arms, hands moving between his neck, his pecs and almost over to his back, fingers pressing, kneading. She could hardly tear her lips from his own, they were so soft...her own so swollen everything felt different, better. Her body stilled as his finger pushed against the frame of her panties, she couldn't help herself, nobody had ever...she'd never let anybody, and it just hadn't occurred to them to use their hands the first time she had been In this position, her raking breath coming out, her hands pressed to either side of his face as his finger sunk into her, she cried out against his lips, knew she would feel silly for it later but oh Merlin his finger was inside of her, moving, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. “Odette. Just,” Just what? Just stop circling her hips? Was she not supposed to do that? Stop her lungs from freaking out and nearly refusing her oxygen? She didn't think she could do that either. She wasn't capable of thought, she wasn't capable of anything but undulating under him. “I need you,” Another loud moan left her, nope, she was never going to get tired of hearing that. Oh Merlin what was he doing with his finger, it was... “to tell me its okay.” That what was okay? His hand, oh most fucking definitely. Her eyes opened, her face stopped attempting to reclaim his lips and she understood, she had that same need within her too. Still didn't stop her from being terrified though. Her hands released his face, moving down his stomach slowly, until her fingers grasped the button to his jeans, fumbling far too much with it for any of the rumors about her to have been true, at this moment, a very tiny part of her wanted them to be, just so that she would know what she was doing, so she knew it would be right, that she would be good at it, at least experienced, as it was she had nothing, but she managed to get his pants undone, her shoulders lifting from the table as she pushed them a few centimeters down his hips, her legs coming to bend upward again. “It's okay,” she managed, somehow, her voice shaking, her eyes unable to look away from her own.

Her nerves were building, that knot inside of her stomach tightening painfully as she heard the rustle of denim lowering, he was moving so quickly, like all he had needed was her say so, she couldn't help but to smile. She didn't care that she was still nearly fully clothed, or that her bra was digging into her ribs, she didn't care that she could hear the scraping of denim on the table, she didn't care about any of it, she just cared about Danny, and what was about to happen. There he was, that part of him, pressing against her, looking for opening and her breathing stopped. Her eyes unfocused on the ceiling above her, willing herself to relax, trying not to be nervous. Steady, he wouldn't hurt her, he lo-liked her, he wanted her. She wanted him. Oh Merlin did she want him. This was really going to happen now. She felt it, pushing against her, her muscles clenching to disallow it. Deep Breath Odette. Inhaling carefully she relaxed, just a little, and it happened. His hips pushed him forward and he sunk into her, oh Merlin. The cry that left her lips as her head rolled backward against the hard surface of the library table was equal parts pain and pleasure. Her hands grasping at nothing, searching for something, anything that could describe the way that she felt in that moment. Fuck. She was having sex. With Danny. Even if he wasn't moving yet, it counted. She was having sex with him. In the library, smack dab in the front of the library. Oh thank Merlin It was well past curfew. She couldn't have bee quiet right now for anything. The only other time had been so...awkward, and amazing, and uncomfortable, and it had hurt more than this, not by much because fuck this hurt too. She knew it would, somehow she had known that it was going to hurt even as the single tear rolled down the side of her face to be lost in her hair, but she didn't want him to stop. She knew it would get better, everybody had said that it got better, just to give it a moment. She just...hadn't ever had that 'moment' really. Things had gotten muddled and she had just gotten so wrapped up in being in Scott's arms. She didn't know what her own pleasure would feel like, didn't know if could feel like this. She felt...right, with him inside of her, even if he was still. Why was he still? Was something wrong? Was it her legs? They were shaking quite a bit, and not because she was tired. She wasn't going to sleep for days now, she could feel it. She didn't think she would get used to this feeling, full, more than filled even, she didn't know why he wasn't moving, her hands finally unclenching and moving to his arms, down until she could hook her index fingers inside of his fists on either side of her head. Had she done something wrong? If he changed his mind, she would die. She would just die. That sound...that didn't sound like the good sounds. “Odette… how long...?” She felt her face go cold, he knew? How could he know? That wasn't the sort of thing one could just feel could it. How many women would he ha- no. don't even go there. She didn't even want to know. Her panicked gaze shifted to his face. She didn't want to answer. Four. She told everybody four, that was her number, it was a reasonable number and it wasn't nearly as slutty as some of her friends. Her lips fell open and she was mortified, she didn't want him to know. First she hadn't wanted him to know about Scott at all, and now she didn't want him to know that it had only been Scott. “Ah...” she just wanted to go back to the sensation. She couldn't lie to him. Not now, not like this. He would likely know just from the look on her face, he wasn't stupid, as much as she wished that he was in this moment. She managed a minute shake of her head, there hadn't been anybody else. Not for her. Not ever. She just...she couldn't say it.

She wasn't sure just how he was going to take things, wasn't certain if it was going to be okay, if it was going to be alright, if her having more experience would have been better or not. She might not...know what it was that she was doing, but she did know that she wanted to be doing it. With him, it was an unconventional setting, but it was alright. She was glad that it was, if it had planned...she didn't know if she would have been able to go through with it or not. Would have been more consumed by nerves than she was now. At least now, even with the nerves, she was anchored, to the table by him, to this plane of existence by him. He seemed so surprised...she knew that he had believed the rumors about her, he had just apologized for it, but she had just figured that he...well, she didn't even know. He knew now though, certainly. "shhhh. That’s fine. Perfectly okay," Well, she should hope so. Still, the relief at his comment was palpable. Her back arched with his first move, the pushing of his hips into her it was...otherworldly. The sensation of his lips removing themselves from hers, slightly painful but she would adjust, she didn't make a sound to hint at it either, that was to say the slow intake of breath wasn't in pain. “Just- tell me if I need to stop okay?” Her chin lifted instantly to his, deepening the kiss as best as she was able, even if her lips slipped as he pushed back into her, her mind blurring, her hands closed around his, squeezing, urging him onward, she knew this was going to have been worth the wait. Fingers forcing themselves between his own, even in the slightly awkward positioning of it, bending her hands behind her head as such, letting the one hand go when he seemed to want to move it, but keeping the other her hostage, her anchor as fingers twined into her hair. Her legs lifted just a little higher repositioning her pelvis for better access, her lips breaking from his just to push her head backward into the table. “Merlin, Danny,” she gasped, eyes lowering, her chin slowly following until she was gazing up at him, “You're not going to break me,” she smiled, her tone nothing like it might have been before, still a little unsure. He very well might, he could if he had the mind to, she didn't even know if she could or couldn't handle it, but she wouldn't know until she tried.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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The way she was running her hands over him, pressing into his skin, the way she was undulating under him, the circling of her hips against his too restrained lower half- and oh. His whole body jerked as she cried into his lips, as the sound transferred into his fucking mouth and he shunted forward against her, sending the both of their bodies sliding almost a damn near inch up the table with the force of the movement. She was just going to send him into some sort of- her hands trailing down his stomach, down the flesh had it tightening painfully, all over his body, had his muscles damn near stilling besides what he couldn’t help to be moving- had him staring at her as if she were about to fade away underneath him. And she was undoing his pants, all nervous fingers and shaking hands- just like Scott had said, everything Scott had said cementing in his brain- making the girl underneath him more real than any imagined version of her could be. He couldn’t press his lips back to her own, couldn’t let himself- any part of himself- be inside of her without her saying so. Because if his tongue dipped into her hot mouth one more time he would be pushing into a completely different part of her anatomy- he was honestly surprised that he hadn’t ripped his own jeans off already, he just needed to hear her say—but she wasn’t saying. She was touching him and her hands were so close that he physically stopped his body entirely, shuddering with the energy it took to do so, with the way that her hands ghosting down his thighs had him moaning so low in the back of his throat as to almost shake with the rest of him and… “It's okay,” Permission. Verbal and physical as her knees came up back by his sides. His legs wiggled, that last bit- pushing his pants down just a little further until they snagged on his knees- one hand going between the two of them, sliding open palmed down her front, as he brought his fingers out of her with one last curl, hooking on the edge of her skin as they popped out, his entire arm moving up and over so his forearm could rest by her head, support his weight fully as his fingers closed around himself, tightened their grip and pulled upwards, rolling the skin and increasing the friction he so desperately craved as he positioned himself, as he ran the tip of himself over her, feeling her folds grip him and… the minute he came to her opening sliding just enough in for his forearm to fall to the other side of her head, body jerking up into hers and … stilling, everything about him stilled but his ragged breathing as he realized, as he felt it around him, that give that shouldn’t have come, the way her body clutched at him like that… His forehead fell to hers, a endless string of mumbled apologies on his lips as he tried to come to grips with both what he was feeling and now realizing, hoping to hell he hadn’t hurt her too bad and just—an agonized groan leaving his lips as his eyes opened to hers, brows pinching. “Odette… how long...?” He needed to know so he could tell just how he was supposed to go about this, how long he had to wait until he could just move like he wanted to and oh merlin he didn’t want to hurt her any more.

He knew, the way she was shaking her head, the way her eyes were rounding like that in her face. For the first time tonight Scotty had been wrong- had given him the wrong information to go off of. He could feel himself. Pulsing in her, feel the way her body shifted with each breath. Just Scott then. Just Scott three years ago. He knew, grasped, that it would have further reaching consequences. Knew the reaction it would bring from the face that wasn't really his. But he couldn't focus on that now. Couldn't focus on the consequences outside of this room- this hour. His nose dipped, brushed hers as one of his arms shifted, back of his hand stretching so that his fingers could press into her cheek. "shhhh. That’s fine. Perfectly okay," his lips brushing against hers reassuringly as his hips tilted, making the first stroke in time with the press of his lips. It was more than fine, more than okay. He couldn’t even voice just how perfectly okay that was. Hadn’t even been aware that it would matter to him like that, that it would settle within him like that, making his hips almost shudder as he pulled back out of her slowly- carefully, pausing just before he would be completely separate from her. It was … good, this new information- this… Just Scotty. His knuckles pressing lightly into the side of her cheek. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold it at this, at this pace with the building rush within him, the urge to do more, to be further inside of her. “Just- tell me if I need to stop okay?” The sentence barely fell from his lips then he lowered his neck, pressed his lips to hers again and pushed his hips back slowly into her, aligned their hipbones until they were so tightly pressed against one another that the colors behind his closed lids seemed to burst from the very center of him. Merlin. She was just so… His mouth moved more urgently, pulling the fullness of her top lip between his and rolling it, forearm rolling so that his fingers could tangle in the hair there. Urgent. The need to feel her, to show her just how much of this had built up within him making him breathless.

Her mouth. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of it- moving under his like that, pressing into his with that heat. Heat. Everything she touched seemed to burn with it, eviscerate him with it. He knew he couldn’t press into her again so soon- didn’t want to rush her. But he couldn’t not move. His hips stilling for half an instant when he was pressed as tightly against her as possible and rolling, twisting against the heated barrier her thighs provided, twisting into her and groaning into her mouth as her hands found his, wrapped around them- opening his fingers to curl tightly around hers. Anchoring them together further. He wasn’t going to be able to let go of her, wasn’t going to be able to move any further back from her than he was now. He pulled his hips back just slightly, pushing back in again and twisting, trying to get her adjusted, used to the intrusion he was causing. He was going to pause longer, keep up the swiveling but her legs were lifting and he was shifting just that much deeper into her- barely noticing the fact that her lips were suctioned from his own- her head falling back away from him as his own neck arched down- fingers tightening around both hair and flesh. “Merlin, Danny,” His name. On her lips. It was the only thing that brought his head back up, eyes meeting hers with a kind of crazed desperation. He didn’t want to hurt her to.. “You're not going to break me.”. That was all he needed to hear, his hips shifting backwards and shunting forwards quickly, the table legs beneath them shaking with the movement- his eyes staying centered on her face. If she said she hurt once he’d stop. He would but- he rotated his hips, changing the angle as he repeated the motion- again. His lips closing hard down on one another to keep from bursting out with merlin only knew what was coming up his throat. He was trying to watch her face, watch both the expressions he was cutausing and the signs of any pain but the second shift had him hitting a different spot within her, had his head falling down to her chest, his forehead pressing into her collarbone as he pressed open mouthed kisses to her breast, altered his hips into short, shallow strokes until the gasping above him intensified- until he was lengthening it, making each thrust forward deeper. He knew there was supposed to be some technique, knew he should have been thinking a bit more instead of just reacting but he literally couldn’t focus beyond what noises she was emitting and just how fucking tight she was, how every time he went to pull his hips back from her her walls clenched at him- he’d never. Never. He couldn’t even think beyond that, his mouth opening further to press his teeth into the skin beneath, scrape lightly over the flesh beneath. He needed to impart on her, somehow- just he effect she was having on him, just how frenzied his brain had become.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s

The last time that she had done this, it hadn't been so...well, large. Obviously age just made things bigger. Were it not for the spinning in her head, she might have registered just how painful that it actually was. Even if the pain did register, she didn't think that she would have wanted him to stop. Wouldn't have wanted him to slow down or back off. She needed him. Too many years of nothing, of building up and no way to have it outlet, in any way. Her fingers closed almost as tightly as she could make them over his hands as he thrust into her, she felt like her eyes might just fall out of her head they were so wide. The table made a scraping noise against the floor as it moved with them, even just slightly. It just felt like it was more, everything was more, she could feel everything. She had stars for skin. Fireworks where her nerve endings used to be, and this giant ball of...something, growing in her chest. She knew her body was adjusting, but she couldn't stay silent, wanted to, but couldn't as he moved into her. Into her. Her chest rolling upward as his head dropped because she couldn't let go of his hands, couldn't. The words just on her tongue only kept at bay by the gasps and moans that she couldn't keep in check. She just hoped she didn't sound like an idiot, she tried to keep her mouth shut, tried biting her lips together to keep just a little to herself and she couldn't manage it. She felt like she should be doing more, focusing more but she didn't even know where to start, couldn't think of anything beyond the sensation between her legs, the man on top of her. Her eyes glistening as she looked up at him, she would have slapped herself if she could have seen the look on her face, sweat starting to matt the small hairs along her hairline to her forehead, like there was too much to read on her face. Nowhere near as controlled as it should have been, she was saying too much. At least he wasn't even looking at her, until he was... Oh,

It had been just a soothing touch, breaking her grip on his hands to touch her face, her hand had other places to relocate to anyway, opting for his side in this moment. She just couldn't stop touching him, not even for a moment, her hand keeping the pace of his hips, feeling the rocking motion with another part of her body because she couldn't seem to think straight. The fingers moving down her face, pushing the sweat on her skin out of his way, tips of his fingers dragging across her skin, and her lungs froze, her stomach hollowing as his fingers moved lower. What was he doing? Oh. Oh! Her thighs separated even further, letting go of how they had been pulled upward and dropping out to the side in an attempt to...she didn't even know, give him space? It was almost painful, the straining of her tendons outward while every other part of her was clenching. There was something...new. She had never even know that had been there. Didn't know what it was for...and by all that was magical she wished she had found it earlier. Her breathing stopped all together, for far longer than she should have been able to, but she couldn't inhale, couldn't exhale...the stagnant air was just locked prisoner in her lungs. Her reserve had long since abandoned her but this felt like something else, something...more. Not even with the building inside of her that the combination was bringing. Her air gusted from her lungs “I-I...” the letter exhaled with it until her breath caught again, apparently, it just didn't feel like being normal and her back arched up off the table, fingers clenching around the one hand that she was still holding, her face scrunching, she could feel something...incredible happening and her body dropped back to the table all at once “OH FUCK!” the decibel with which it left her lips compensating for how breathy it was.

How people managed to get anything done after this, she would never know. How people had ever NOT done this all day, every day, she didn't really know that either. She just knew how she felt right now. Blissful, sore, more than a little tired. She just wanted to curl up under the safety of the stacks and sleep it off, she didn't even know that her legs would carry her down to her own dorm. She didn't want to move, didn't want to find out despite the slight shaking that her thighs seemed to be doing as the lowered around Danny's frame. Her arms moving around his neck as he lay on top of her, somewhere registering that he was pushed back into her with the action, but that it already felt different. His lips moving over her skin as she let her eyes close, not even attempting to pull back the parts of her that had been given so easily over this last, however long it was. She could have stayed like this for a very long time, his body on top of hers, she didn't even care that there was a slight crushing sensation. She liked to feel him there, and other places. Faintly she registered hands on her hips, lifting her, but it took a moment longer than it should have for the noodle that was her spine to react and right herself...on top of him, her hands coming to rest on his chest, her face pushing indelicately against his damp skin, air moving far more quickly into her lungs. Her knees sliding upward along the table until she was resting comfortably. Who would have thought, her comfortably straddling him. The smile was unmistakeable, unhidden as her head was tilted, lifted by his hands and she scooted herself forward as best as she was able without removing herself, stretching to make contact with his lips, fervently as she could manage before breaking contact again.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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He wasn’t sure why, with his eyes trained on hers like this now- it made it so much more powerful, made it so much more difficult for him to form coherent thought. Wasn’t sure and couldn’t possibly hope to sort it out right now, not with the way her eyes were widened like that, or the flush her skin had taken on. Not when her lips were parted like that and were emitting those noises out around him. He could feel it, that clenching in his lower abdomen, the quickening of his pace without his bodies real consent. He knew, with the way her hair was sticking to her face like that, the way that his shoulders were bunching in order to stave off the inevitable conclusion. He could recognize the signs easily enough, understand what they meant. The knuckles against his face rose, changed angle in order to push back some of the hair clinging to her forehead there, his eyes following the trail that they made, leaving her eyes to run over the rest of her face. He’d drawn it several times now, had imagined it under his fingers more times than he really ever wanted to admit. But this? This was something wholly different, this was something else entirely. Despite the pace his hips were keeping at, despite the coiling within his body… this was right. His lips curved upwards, half smile against the strain on his features as he uncurled his fingers, shifted his weight to his other forearm and ran the points of his appendages down her cheek, across the beating pulse of her neck. He didn’t think it would have mattered, shouldn’t have mattered to him- that her body was so different from anyone else he’d been with- that it was so wholly … more on some level. Like she had been made just for them. His fingers drifted across the skin of her clavicle, pushed down into the flesh as they trailed down her stomach. He didn’t know- didn’t know if he could possibly show her what it was she was doing to him, or bring her to the same edge that he was hanging so perilously off of. But he couldn’t not try to- couldn’t not move his hand even further down until it were pressed between them, cupping his hand so that his thumb could slide against the slicker flesh- probe until he could feel the small bundle of nerves hidden there and – push. His eyes on hers the whole time- unsure of what exactly he was trying to impart on her or make her realize he … just needed her to know.

She was welcoming his touch, was moving herself to further accommodate it even and the curl of possessiveness that sent through him was almost his undoing. He could barely hold back the shuddering of his muscles as he felt her muscles shift beneath him, felt her twist and- he couldn’t. Literally could not look away from her eyes as her lips parted, the stuttered word committing to the space just as fully as had her moans and pants before. “I-I...” One word. Not even a half of a thought, not any kind of indication as to what it could mean, but it was the way she said it, the way her eyes rounded with it. He wanted to lean down and drink it up out of her mouth, pull it from her lips into his and swallow it down with the moaning that was emitting from his own, but he couldn’t. The moment he leaned down he was going to be through and- her muscles clenched around him almost painfully as she arched up off the table and further into him, her fingers wrapping tighter around his and forcing him to copy the action- forearm sliding further up to align their bodies until even breath couldn’t pass through them. “OH FUCK!” His breath gusted as he slammed his hips back into her one last time- forehead falling to her shoulder and eliminating the contact he’d managed to keep up as he felt himself literally fusing himself to her, lips pressing over and over again to the flesh they’d fallen on as he rode out the last few seconds of this… what they’d created here. Because it hadn’t been some shared experience like he’d had every other time- had been something else, something monumental and his last jerky pushing of his hips into hers had him moaning out all sorts of thanks into her skin, unable to pull himself up even though he knew he must be crushing her. It was only that thought that had him after a few moments of absolute stillness rolling, his hands going to her hips to pull her with him because he just couldn’t break that connection yet. Couldn’t pull away from her at all. He needed every bit of skin he had pressed against her, needed to feel her chest moving into his own- calming the rapid beating of his heart. It wasn’t until he could breathe out again that he pulled his head back, both hands sliding up her to cup either side of her face- thumbs brushing the hair there reverently.

He was just gone… on another planet as she moved over him to better situated herself- his eyes still closed as he leant his head back against the table, smile tugging on the corners of his lips. He’d worry later about the fact that his pants were now snagged somewhere around his ankles. That her skirt and bra were still on and dislocated, that her heels had never come off of her feet. He’d worry over that later and leave those particular details away from Scotty’s ears. He was still riding that euphoric high, his hands moving over her skin, palms flattening over the curves of her face and his thumbs arched, pushing hair back away from her as he finally let his eyes open- lips stretching even wider at the picture she presented. She was perfect. Tousled and out of breath like that above him. He wanted to draw this, draw her in this very moment, the pads of his thumbs running over the flesh beneath them. She was infinite like that above him. His chest swelling with the breath he took and just holding. She was beautiful, the way her lips curled up before she leaned down to press her lips to his. He didn’t know how to show her, to thank her properly, his lips pushing against hers with as much force as he could manage without making it bruising, hands curling around her cheeks and holding her there for that brief space of a moment before she pulled back. He didn’t feel like he’d just had sex, didn’t feel like it was over even- despite the sated way his body was curved into the table. He felt… there wasn’t even a word for it as his eyes traced her face, committing it to memory with a fierce sort of determination. That wouldn’t be something that he could ever work on in public that he could ever show to anyone else- maybe not even her. But he needed it, wanted it, and craved it with the same sort of fierceness that had him pushing her back onto the table earlier. She was so very consuming- like this, without all of the anger that had been pushed between them for so long. “Hi,” his voice was almost rough from disuse, the edge of a breath coming out with it as he looked up at her, still smiling in wonderment, his thumbs again arching over her skin. He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t break his hands away from the cradle they’d become around her face.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s

Everything hurt. Everything. Things she didn't even know that she had hurt. But it was a good hurt. The hurt that she would relish as she rolled into her bed soon. She imagined it would be soon anyway. Though, she couldn’t really be certain. She had never felt like this before, and she absolutely wanted to feel this way again. Her eyes fluttered closed every time his fingers passed by her eyes, but it was just...his hands on her face. She couldn't wrap her mind around it, his hands on her face. One hand coming to rest on his chest and her chin on the back of that palm. She had half a mind to lay here all night. She had half a mind to see what it would feel like to move her hips against his the way that she had seen in so many movies. But, her thighs ached and she couldn't pry herself from his gaze. He was looking at her so strangely. “Hi,” she echoed, smiling softly. “You're going to make me break out,” she teased about his thumbs on her skin, it was very likely truth, but she didn't want him to stop either. She was just glad that was what came out...and not something else.

Her eyes closed, her face pushing into the palm of his hand as it moved over her. Her lips curling into a softer smile as he touched her hair. She really liked that, having people touch her hair. Despite the fact that she didn't really let anybody do it. Didn't know where they had been most times. She knew where he had been though, knew exactly where those hands had been. “Nahhh,.A pimple wouldn’t dare face your wrath.” She was giggling like a little girl, it was disgusting. Should have been. Wasn't something that she would have allowed normally, but this was their little bubble, for however long she could keep it as such. Which, might be five minutes or five hours. Well, not five hours because then the librarian would be back. She had just successfully had sex, and she didn't think she would have been able to stomach it if it happened to her again. Not the second and only other time. Not with Danny. It was the fear that had her moving froward again, her hands pressing into his chest as she kissed him again, freely and passionately, because she wanted to. Her body heating again before she lifted her shoulders from his. She was dying to ask what now, what happened next, to ask what about Scott, but she couldn't She just couldn't. She pushed herself up into a sitting position on top of him, another surprised gasp leaving her lips at the sensation, even though he wasn't as hard as he had been before, it was interesting. Something she hoped that she got to play with again, hopefully not another four years either.

She wasn't sure exactly what it was that she had been expecting. Perhaps she had been thinking that perhaps it was time to straighten her clothing, perhaps it was time to get off of this shaking table and have him walk her back to her dorm, but that look that came over his face and she just...froze. She didn't know what that look meant, but she hoped that it was something good. His hands moved down her body, and she felt herself tingling, her skin tightening, and her back tilted into his hands, shifting her hips without even thinking. Oh she could feel that totally different now, his hands on her waist...her hips...pushing her down. Her lips parted and her eyes widened, slow, steady exhale leaving her body as he did so. Her stomach fluttered, she could feel herself, stretching. It was just as painful, apparently her body had gotten used to the break and didn't want to move again, but she did. She wanted to move. Her shoulders rolled, allowing the white fabric of her shirt to fall down behind her, no doubt tangled up in the mess of jeans by his ankles, and his hands moved up her back only seconds later, unhooking that which was keeping her arms prisoner and letting it be tossed off to the side. Wasn't like it did all that much in the first place, she wasn't exactly blessed in that department. Nervously, she flexed her thighs on either side of him, lifting herself no more than an inch, and wincing. Her legs didn't want to be used, so she relied on her hands, pushing herself up and sinking back down, too slowly, she was sure, he hadn't been this slow earlier, other than the first two times...but he felt so much deeper this way, felt like she was impaling herself and she didn't even care. It had to just be her mind playing tricks on her as another gasp was stolen from her, tips of her fingers pressing almost harshly into his chest.

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[Daniel Wilde]

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ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU, I KNOW

O N L Y . W H E N . Y O U . S T O P . T O . T H I N K . A B O U T . M E . D O . Y O U. K N O W.

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She was breathing more heavily than the little they were doing would suggest- but fuck- he hadn’t thought about just how very fucking attractive it was to see Odette turned on. To see the way she so bodily reacted to everything. It was like its own drug, more potent than any he’d ever tried over the years, racing through his system much more quickly than anything else ever managed. He could see Scotty’s hands on her, could see the hesitation in her- because of that, because they were both touching her and they both knew, by now, that it was something that she had issues with. They used it at the start of Christmas break to spirit her back to the house. They’d used it since to get what they wanted. And that was fine. They’d never actually done anything about it though. Had always managed the alone time between them- or even with the other there- passed out or not, it hadn’t mattered because they’d never both touched her at the same time like this. It should have made it awkward. But Danny had thought about it already, even if Scotty hadn’t, had considered that day with her trying to make the both of them go and bleach their brains out about Annie, that it might lead to that at some point. And he’d taken his time trying to decide whether or not it was something he was comfortable with. And it was. Not that they’d discussed it. Or even approached it. Not that they’d planned it. It just… fell in place, like everything else bet between the three of them seemed to do when they left it alone these days. Her skin was scalding his palms, heating them as he ran the hand encircling her wrist up her arm, skirted it along her shoulder and dipped it back down into the back of her dress- pushing against the skin there this time in a way that had nothing to do with releasing tension. Warm, drawn out circular sweeps of his hands as his fingers worked at the zipper lower down, pulled it until it caught up in the fabric and moved his hands to the now gaping fabric, pushing it under even as he moved it aside. “Won’t choke now twin,” he picked it back up easily, even if his voice was throatier now, looking down at Scott before moving his eyes to Odette. “Wanna help me with mine sweetheart?” Inclining his neck so she could do so.

His head tilted slightly as he followed suit, the jacket almost falling from him entirely as he worked it back down over his arms without once removing his hands from Odette. Wasn’t sure he would have been able to, with the way he could practically feel her skin pulsing beneath his hands. Addictive. Fuck. He just barely glanced down at Scott before leaning in, hands making a wide arc up over her back and onto her shoulders, moving the straps of her dress lower until his left hand could sweep back up, curl around the base of her neck and pull her head up the slightest bit- just enough. All he needed to angle his head dip down and claim her lips under his own- press further into them as he felt the angle of her body change. She didn’t seem to understand- just how very much just her presence changed things for him, just how much her smiling in the right light or looking at him out of the corner of her eyes affected him. Being able to slide his hands over her though, feel her responding that was something else entirely- made his chest almost tight with the need to breathe despite the fact that he was the wrong twin for such issues. Made it hard for him to remember that he couldn’t just haul her up out of the chair and bend her over the back of it. It would have been easy enough. She was so damn tiny, with or without her heels and all those layers she wore. Something in her stance seemed to change, the muscles underneath the flat of his palm tensing again- forcing his head just far enough back so that he could brush her lips with her own. “Shhh, girl we got you.” Sure. Definite as the hand from her shoulder curled, arm shifted to curl around the front of her torso- tips of his fingers gliding over her collarbones as he leant back down slower- lips teasing against hers, pushing into them and pulling back until her face tilted up. The only encouragement he needed to angle his head again, sweep his tongue over her lower lip.

Fuck. He’d never been able to look at her face before, to watch the play of emotions so entirely- and he was transfixed, the fingers that had become tangled up in the hair at the nape of her neck twitching as he traced the path of her parted lips and flushed cheeks, overly rounded eyes all with his eyes only. Committing it to memory. Committing her to memory as he watched her struggle with the separation of body and brain for a few moments, should have offered more encouragement or something but he was rendered mute- his gaze becoming more and more intense the longer he looked at her, the longer he looked at the flush spreading down to her nearly bare shoulders, back up over the curve of her chin and centering on the deepening blue that was being overtaken by white, his tongue running over the upper curve of his lips as she leant back up towards him- took the initiative and pressed her lips into his this time, both hands twitching against her this time as the one at the base of her neck shifted, curved until it was cupping just beneath her jaw, his thumb brushing over the line of bone there as he twisted his body- moved until he was out from behind the chair and to one side, stepping in closer to her as his other hand moved down until it reached the gaping neckline of her dress. So damn pretty. Dolled up or not- even if it was so very rare for her not to be- she was spectacular in any form- breathtaking. His tongue broke the line of his lips again, pressing against hers for entry as he moved in even closer, one leg coming up and bending until his knee could press down into the chair- fitting into the space between the chair back and her ass as he contorted his body down enough so that there was little space left between his torso and her side. Shit. The flat of his palm pushed even further into her skin, pulling down the flat of her chest and dragging the fabric with it until he could feel the wire of the bottom of her bra against his skin. Black. He wasn’t even aware that he’d pulled back from her lips, his own passing over the corner of her lips, down over her jaw as he looked down until his brain registered the sheer fabric covering her chest, his hand sliding and curling until he was cupping one section of it in his palm, lifting and sliding his thumb up the center of it until he could feel the hardened flesh beneath the appendage.

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TAGGED: Odette
WORD COUNT: the shortness
ANY NOTES: welp
LYRICS: COLD HEARTED WOMAN- Rainbow
CREDITS: ALYX SAYS RAWR of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES

[Odette Cosway]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s

She wasn't cold any more. Not being this close to him, not moving like they were, but his hands running over her body, she shuddered, visibly. She was so exposed, he was able to see her like this...really see her. Apart from her breasts, she didn't have too much of an issue with her frame. Though, admittedly, she was the most fond of her legs. Years of heels would do that to a girl. Her stomach coming in second only because she hated the lack of curves to her body, made her feel less womanly, and now he could see all of it. She was, raw and he was looking at her. His hands were moving over her, but fuck if that face that he was making wasn't sexy. Her hips didn't stop their experimental swirling even as his hands straightened her skirt, working the zipper. Oh she felt like an idiot, of course. She was going to be...her mind didn't even want to accept the fact. “Lift your arms,” The fear returned, but she did as commanded. Her arms lifting slowly over her head, the body beneath her shifting and pulling the skirt over her. That was going to be her new favorite skirt, she could already tell from the way his palms pressed the soft fabric into her skin. Oh fuck he was naked to. She was naked in front of a boy, fully naked...and that boy was Danny. Her brain didn't want to accept it even though it was happening. Though, he had been nearly naked this whole time, but for whatever reason, his pants being around his ankles just felt like he had been more dressed than he actually was.

Her hands had to press more firmly into his chest to keep herself steady. He might only be moving slightly but it felt like more than that, the way she was jostled until he had steadied himself, she didn't even know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it felt incredible. She didn't need to walk tomorrow. It was fine. His hips lifted from the table, and her small frame went with it, nails pressing into his skin as she was pulled down onto him, a desperate cry that was far too loud at the motion. Her eyes had to of all but rolled into the back of her head, missing the delicious look on his face, but that noise...that stuck with her. “If it starts hurting too much, you’ll tell me?” She nodded fervently in spite of herself. She couldn't even think of the pain with his hand where it was. Couldn't even realize that she was nodding in the slightest. Her legs were useless, but her hips moved anyway, she was going to be a puddle whenever they were finished. She could feel her stomach tensing, she didn't want to be treated differently, she knew it hurt, and she would handle that later. She didn't want to be some little doll he cherished, she was a woman, her head rolling forward again her her eyes lowering to his, hoping to convey that with her gaze

Her hips moved forward, gyrating as if she were dancing, she supposed that this was some sort of dancing after all, moved to see how the movement felt, switching to circling from side to size and in circles, even angling her pelvis forward, and nearly removing herself from him before sinking back down. That was, perhaps, her favorite so far. She couldn't help herself, each and every one of them hurt in their own way, but they didn't hurt at the same time. Her hands moved down from his chest to his stomach, until resting on either one of his hips for leverage. Her heels were too high to bring her legs up to her sides, she didn't know if she could have used them anyway, like this. For this purpose as moans and sighs were forced from her. She didn't know how long she moved like that, didn't know for how long she pressed herself into his skin, until the feeling of his fingers against her skin was beginning to be too much, and even past that, until she was hardly containing herself, her skin coated with a fine sheen of sweat, her eyes opening once more and her torso falling forward over his once more, catching herself in the nick of time, her lips pressing to his chin, then to his jawline, “Danny, please....” she didn't think she could handle much more, her arms wouldn't stop shaking, another moan into the skin of his neck as his fingers changed their movements....

It was so much different, the second time. The building was sweeter, but hard to breath, harder to control. She didn't even want to control it. His hands consumed her, moving over every surface he could reach, how she had managed to go six years without touching him was beyond her, no wonder this had happened so very quickly. No wonder she had given it with just the slightest prodding. Look at her now. His hands shifted as she moved, he knew what he was doing, she knew he did. Couldn't dwell on it, not in this moment. A lot of the things that he was doing, she didn't want to dwell on how he could know how to do them. Didn't want to think about the repercussions, Odette let her eyes close. Blacking out the rest of the room apart from his hands on her body, doing what they were doing...his hand moving to hold her steady, his hips coming to raise off of the table to meet her body, “Let go Odette,” At his words she did, the shifting of his fingers had hands nearly sliding from his body with the way her stomach clenched and lowered her even further against him, her moan leaving the lips pressed somewhere between his cheek and his ear, hand moving up his chest, the side of his neck to his face, pressing firmly into the skin as her body shuddered, not wanting to come to a stop, she could feel her muscles clenching around him and it almost brought a second round of something about her, this one was far more intense...she didn't know how much more of that she could handle much more of that, if it just kept getting bigger like that anyway. Her forehead pressed into the damp skin of his shoulder, struggling to steady her breathing, swallowing carefully before dipping her head, rolling to press her lips against the nearest skin of his neck.

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