𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 -bob dylan

─ 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘺

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧

awaking up next to a clay sculpture that felt renewed to the touch was something mystical that rolled waves of serotonin into her system.

"zimmerman." her gravel voiced groaned as she shifted herself to be able to take full control of the gaze she had on the man next to her. her cobblestone fingers drifted off to the falling locks, twirling the chestnut vines softly.

"zimmerman, wake up," she wasn't any more forceful, perhaps a tad more demanding as she caught sight of the devious smirk that curled onto his puckered lips. little snores seemed to flutter through the atmosphere. the sounds of weariness buzzed through his nose and rang through his lips causing her to suddenly shake him in desperation.

"wake up zimmerman!"

he eventually listened to the callings of the girl. taking his crooked fingers and curling them to awake his eyes. the first sight his eyes caught was the view of his girl,, his friend girl, looking at him with a beam. for a moment he felt warmth, feeling as if he should've reached out to soak his fingers in the sweltering rays that mirrored from her pearl teeth.

"hi," he spoke to her. his tone wasn't bland but only comforting to her.

"last night was, wow." ferosia chuckled awkwardly. even though he was not her first, it felt more magical than it had when it was her first time.

securely, his arm snaked along her waist as he pulled her lips closer to his, finding himself falling in the same pit as he did yesterday. that savory pit of craving.

little by little, feather-like kisses were sprinkled as close to her lips as he could without pressing the petals. he chuckled, his crimson face eclipsing further as he saw her ruffled face only become more flustered in embarrassment.

"zimmerman, please, we have to start driving again, alright?" reluctantly her arms pushed him away at her command, yet still keeping him close.

"alright, maybe we should also get dressed, y'know."

she rolled her eyes at his subconscious need to replay the actions of yesterday, but make them audible. she whacked his arm softly, playfully as she usually did before they entangled themselves into whatever last night was.

she nodded though afterwards, following him as she grabbed a plastic bottle of water and the extra pair of garments she packed.

his face was almost as perplexed as hers was calm. quickly, she poured the water over her head, letting it cascade down her curves before shaking her head as a dog does once it gets wet. although, in no way was she a dog.

"sorry, i just felt, bleh."

she clasped on a bra that was welcomed with a dramatic pout courtesy of bob, so she whacked him again. he clutched her shirt in his hand, the fabric over spilling through his fingers as slipped it over her head. his fingers curled around as he let it hug her even though it was meant to be baggy. which she tried to tell him.

"i can get my pants on, i'm not some toddler." she chuckled, fleetingly pressing a kiss on his cheek, soon taking pride in the way his face only flushed a hotter pink.

"i'd rather you not—"

"we don't have time for sex jokes robby."

he shook his head, folding his arms childishly as he ever so casually threw on a polka dot shirt and his tightest pair of jeans. he tucked the shirt into his jeans, allowing the loose fabric to hang down- showing some of his chest which she still didn't have certain feelings about.

he returned into the seat. curling up into a ball and digging his head into his lap. loud, faux wails protruded into her ears as she began to giggle helplessly, glancing back at him as she pulled her capris.

"you ready?" he grumbled, partially genuinely upset he wasn't allowed to make his infamous sex jokes. it was his only form of comedy that people actually snickered at.

she nodded, hopping in the passenger seat as she beamed, her eyes already falling outside the window. in a matter of still seconds, her hand crept onto his thigh and her fingers curled around the baby fat.

his eyes followed up her arm as he shyly grinned, placing his hand over hers. stroking her bulging knuckles softly.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧