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yolo

[dwelt]

[honestly, august is surprised it's never happened before now. he'd been quiet letting himself in, and with the steady beat of music coming from nic's room it would make sense that she didn't hear him. his hand turns the doorknob and the door is opened smoothly without a creak, for once.

what he's met with makes his breath catch in his throat. he stares, hand still on the doorknob because he doesn't dare let it go. the covers have been kicked back. too hot for them-- he doesn't blame her for that. he watches as her back arches from the bed; she's writhing as she goes, like she can't handle even her own touch. his eyes dart to her hand, which is gripping the headpost, and he has a sudden urge to tie it there, but he doesn't move for that.

instead, he moves forward, careful to keep from making too much noise. the only alert she'll have from his presence is the weight his hand gives on the mattress, pressing down as he moves between her legs. he kneels there, looking her over, as one of his hands brush against the inside of her thigh.

they don't hook up. or, they don't like her and tristan do, or her and anyone, really. this must be the second time. it's rare, but he couldn't pass it up. he looks at her, brows raising, a small smirk tugging at his lips,]

Hey.

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( it's actually surprisingly uncommon for just about anyone to walk in on nicola during times like this. august is lucky enough to be one of the few who ticks all the boxes ( has a key, knows her room, is comfortable letting himself in, is quiet as fuck when he wants to be ) and given nic's libido runs at eleven on a bad day, it was inevitable really.

the mattress dips slightly as weight is pressed onto it, and though she jumps slightly at the interruption she almost surprises herself with how little she cares once she sees who it is. she slows her movements though, stops entirely with her fingers still pressed in place as she watches his approach.

it's a little weird. maybe. it's not, because nic sleeps with people as easily as most friends share a hug, but they've just never been those kinds of friends. there was that one time, but once is hardly enough for this to feel normal. and yet she doesn't move, save to spread her legs a little further and make room for him there. )

Fancy seeing you here.

( she tries to reply with funny, but her breathing is still laboured and her cheeks are still pink with effort, and it just winds up as a breathy little huff that accompanies the slight shiver that runs up her body as a hand comes into contact with her thigh. honestly she's wound tight enough to snap, by this point. )

[dwelt]

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

[there are two reasons why august had never wanted to be involved with nic. one is that she's his best friend from childhood, and he doesn't want to jeopardize that. not that it could happen, though, because nic is so comfortable with nearly everything that it would be hard to fuck their relationship up. the second reason is more complicated; his interests in bed isn't something he wants to share with her. not that he absolutely has to have it his way, because he doesn't -- he's fine with going as far as the other person wants to go. but he can't share himself with nic the way he would with someone else; he doesn't want to scare her.

so as he drops back to sit against his heels, watching her chest rise and fall with labored breaths, he knows this can't happen too often, if again. and that's okay. he pulls his hand away from her skin to unbutton his shirt, quickly, and then he's tugging off his tie. the shirt is tossed somewhere, but the tie is kept in his hand.

he leans forward for a moment and it's easy for him to grab hold of her waist to drag her closer, and it seems like he's making her easier to reach, to touch, but --]

Trust me and hold still.

[he's not going to tie her up. instead, he holds the tie up in front of her in a brief is this okay? sort of motion before he continues, pressing the silk over her eyes and lifting head her just enough to tie it behind her.]

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( for a moment nic is genuinely confused. of course she trusts him, but that's hardly relevant to what's happening here. she hasn't made any move to resume her previous efforts yet, and her fingers twitch slightly but that's it. it makes sense fairly quickly though, and once she realises why she's being pulled in towards him she quickly tilts her head forward to make it easier for him. )

Of course I trust you.

( and it really is as simple as that for her. tie secured in its place as a makeshift blindfold, she lowers her head and stretches both of her arms slowly above her head. her back arches just a fraction during the movements, the strain is just enough for her to let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, and then she relaxes in front of august, one foot idly moving up against the outside of his leg where he kneels between her thighs. there's an unashamed smile on her face as she speaks again: )

Don't make me wait too long, please.

( god knows nic is the least patient person alive, practically )