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his lips tasted like chocolate and he smelled like clean, fresh linen. she tried not to think about the events leading up to this moment, his hands on her body and her hands on his, eyes closed and lights off, an unspoken agreement hanging in the air.
they'd never talk about this again. it'd never happen again. in the moment, all bets were off. his shirt was half unbuttoned and her fingers were making quick work of undoing the remainder of them, his hands too busy with running through her hair to be of much work.
thumbs trailing over her hips, pressing into the skin hard enough to surely leave bruises in the shapes of his fingerprints the following morning. alright, so maybe it definitely would happen again. many times, she supposes as his lips meet hers again.
she was annoying--dreadfully so, david thought. obnoxious and loud and she took way more than she gave, but he was infatuated with her and even just having a little bit of her was better than none. she was flawed and in all the ways david was perfect, she was not. she had a terrible attitude and she couldn't take getting told no and in more ways than one, she was a spoiled brat, and yet david had been imagining her under him for months and so really, no one can blame him for letting this happen.
he thinks it probably all started when they first met. he'd gone over to corinna's apartment with every intention to film except when he let himself in, there was an unfamiliar girl dancing around her living room, her arms thrown up in the air as loud music blared from the old radio in the corner of his friend's apartment. her hair was a mess and her lipstick was smudged and she was wearing a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of plain cotton underwear and yet even in that moment, he thought she was probably the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
he doesn't remember what song was playing--some old nicki minaj song, trashy and loud and definitely not his speed--but he supposes that didn't really matter, because the girl had slipped her hands into his and grinned up at him, a sloppy grin that really should've told him everything he needed to know--she was trouble.
and she certainly was trouble. they argued more than they didn't and david thinks that maybe they're the worst combination of people that could ever be together, and yet he supposes that one of these days he'll have to get down on one knee and make her his forever.
maybe he's getting a little ahead of himself, but she's pulling her t-shirt off and he's watching her get undressed and he thinks that maybe, just maybe they'll find a way to work all this out. she's too pretty to not be worth every ounce of his time and so he's decided that somehow he's going to find a way to keep her around for at least a little while longer, especially as her mouth falls down to explore the skin on his neck, teeth scraping against that one spot that has his eyes falling shut and fingernails digging into her skin.
she thinks that he's too giving, too nice. he lets himself get taken advantage of and it bothers her to no end, especially when he refuses to see when people are using him. she thinks that maybe he's just too good of a person for his own good--too nice, too sweet, too good-looking. she guesses that maybe that's what this all boils down to. he's too good looking for his own good, not when he can't see it. that's perhaps what bothers her the most--that he can't see how perfect he is.
but that's neither here nor there. she's doing a fine job of marking up his neck and he's already given up on reminding her of his one rule, no hickeys, and so he's finding himself lost in the feeling that is completely and utterly her. one of his hands is settled on her hip as she climbs into his lap, the other roaming up her body to find the clasp at the back of her bra, fingers fumbling until the quiet click sounds and she moves away slightly to shrug the straps from her shoulders.
they've only kissed a handful of times and none of them could compare to this david thinks as her mouth molds with his once more. she thinks that this is probably a mistake, that they should probably stop while they're still ahead, and yet she thinks that she could find herself getting used to this. this feels like home, she's decided, being with david. this feels like what she hopes home can one day be.
a/n
home by aftertheparty,,,such a good song. listen to it !
