🐰 a goofy text. (pick a pair between the other two left)
it’s almost 2 am, i’m a little drunk, i need to be tucked in.
i self identify as tall
send a symbol for…
- 🌻 a worried text.
- 🐰 a goofy text.
- 🦋 a loving text.
- 🧦 a half-asleep text.
- 🌳 a happy text.
- 🍎 an apologetic text.
- ⚠️ a text meant for someone else.
- 🕰️ an early morning text.
- 💫 a late night text.
- 🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.
- 💡 a scared text.
- 💀 an urgent text.
- 🥇 a supportive text.
- 🔪 a hateful text.
- 🌊 a sad text.
- ⚡ an angry text.
- 🚀 a goodbye text.
“Oh I know I’ll still see you, I’ve just gotta get used to the idea that I’ll have to be a good boy around you now…” Romeo mused in return to Linnea’s retort, a slight smirk still gracing his lips nonetheless. The day marked Linnea’s marriage but the two of them had been carrying on their affair long after Linnea had gotten engaged, albeit Romeo knew that being engaged and being married were two different things. He’d leave it for Linnea to tell him if she wanted to carry on their affair and, as always, he’d respect her decision even if it didn’t benefit him.
He laughed at Linnea’s quip about him letting her name slip out during sex with another woman, the thought leading Romeo to say “I’ll bet you’re secretly hoping that happens. It’d be a real ego boost for you, right? Knowing that even when married you’re still in my mind…” His familiar, practically trademark cocksure grin had returned to his lips by that point and a gentle chuckle came when Linnea said about how he was too good to settle on one woman. “Nice to know you think of me as a treasure…” Romeo quipped, chuckling gently then before adding “But seriously, I could perhaps one day settle down… although I’d be kinda stuck for my career, no? Can hardly sweet talk rich older women into spoiling me if I have a wife…”
“You being a good boy around me, now that’s something that would take some getting used to.. Not sure how I feel about that just yet.” Linnea couldn’t resist the light tease in response, though playful or not there was certainly a hint of truth behind her words. By now Linnea could hardly remember what her own free time had consisted of before she was using a majority of it to sneak off to see Romeo whenever she could. The idea of it changing leaving her a bit unsure; as much as she wanted to fill the role of housewife and do right by her own family’s hopes for her - picturing a far more innocent friendship with Romeo, while possible, seemed like something she wasn’t entirely sure she had the self control for. Even now, on her own wedding day she couldn’t stop the way her mind indulged in a few scenarios that would certainly prove to be less than appropriate.
With her fingers curled around his coat to keep herself tucked inside of it Linnea let out a shameless giggle, not even attempting to hide how true his comments were. “You’re right, I would absolutely love it. Just like I’m sure you would love knowing whether or not I’ll still be thinking of you in a few weeks time, trying not to let your name slip out instead..” She added without hesitation, glancing up at him with a teasing glint in her eyes as he continued on, the mention of his career furthering her amusement, “There’s the Romeo I know, and why I was surprised to see you alone rather than sweet talking your way into the pockets of some of the guests - I can think of a few in there that fit your type quite nicely.”
Oliver grinned in sheer delight at the thought of expanding Elania’s little fairy mind, as she called it, to all of the erotic possibilities that the two of them could dream up together. “See? I told you redheads have the most fun.” He was maybe the slightest bit surprised when she so eagerly moved into his lap, but he probably shouldn’t have been, given everything he knew about the blonde so far. And then there she was, so warm and close, his long fingers clutching her hips as her own wrapped around the back of his neck. He chuckled fondly when she asked what was going on in his mind. “Well, loopholes, and a little bit thinking about bending you over some sink somewhere, with my hand over your mouth, trying to keep you quiet.” His brows rose when Elania said she was curious, exhaling harshly when she started to grind against his thigh, gazing at her, and trying to keep focused on her words as he took in the sight of her. He tried to explain, best he could in the moment, one hand slipping down to grope her ass as she moved. “Call me old-fashioned, but one knows to tread lightly when it comes to mixing sex and alcohol. And I know myself, and I know that slightly sloshy Oliver would want to cum in you bare, after all of the lovely emotional sharing we’ve done tonight, and we both know it’s much too soon for that. And as hard as it is, I rather you get off right now, try to ease a little of that ache, because you know how good my self control is when I’m mostly sober, so I can wait. And I’m quickly becoming a devoted fan of how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me, so it’s all a win, really.”
“That’s quite a lovely thought, isn’t it?” Elania muttered out, soft moans begining to form under her breath as she continued against his thigh, the friction of her shorts practically vibrating against her clit causing the motion of her hips to roll a bit deeper, trying to feel as much as she could within the loophole Oliver had found for them to enjoy. Which Elania did, quite apparently so as she continued to cling to the back of his neck while a new round of whined sounds quietly hummed from her through Oliver’s explanation. His words alone causing her already soaked pussy to becoming even more sensitive, using the way she ached for him as motivation for the long drawn out motions of her denim coved center dragging back and forth against his leg. “It’s too soon for you, and I completely respect it - you still take very good care of me.” She hummed out in a rather bold manner before she leaned in, needing to at least feel the warmth of Oliver’s lips against her own.