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@diregen    [ he held the tiny bag in his hands, his gaze fixed upon it for a moment. ]  what are you carrying in this ? it's almost microscopic.

mm,  [a pause, putting her clutch in his hand regardless of his complaining,]  just now. i mean, your hand was /open/ for it… so.

@diregen   when did i sign up to be your personal hanger ?

@rulemywrld   you already know the answer.

(…) would i be in trouble for smoking weed?

@rulemywrld    my wallet should be somewhere on the nightstand  .. and this is the fourth this week, are you smoking weed ?

@diregen    [ he relished the kiss, savoring every moment, perhaps for minutes. the sensation of her lower lip between his teeth seemed to stretch on indefinitely, wet tongues intertwining in a dance.. ]

[she leaned down to meet his level, her hands snaking around the back of his back as they kissed. one isn’t enough. two isn’t either. she’ll keep kissing him until he’s satisfied.]

@diregen   [ sweat and a small droplet of blood traced a path down from his chest as their breath mingled, a tableau of rawness. ]  not before the fight- for now, just a kiss.

@diregen   you’re in for a thrill ride. hang on tight.

[she smiles up at him,  blinking like a doll as she nods her head,]  i can do that for you.

@diregen   good luck charm, huh ?  [ lifting his head slowly from the task of adjusting his gloves, a faint smirk crept onto his lips, a silent acknowledgement of her words. ]  then you must promise to keep motivating me, even in the heat of the match.

*        pleaaaaase am i too late

*    pls <3

/    heyyyyyy