deafens: (there is a boy)
Now That's What I Call A Disaster! ([personal profile] deafens) wrote2019-10-18 11:59 pm

open for business





for messages
for phone calls
for random meetings
for picture prompts
whenever + wherever
etc.

pietas: (pic#)

[personal profile] pietas 2015-10-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tris grins at her sudden enthusiasm, slowly sitting up and giving a stretch. The blankets are tangled hopelessly around his left leg, tight around the knee, so he sets to undoing just that, grumbling a little about how NIc goes tossing and turning the entire night like she's got nightmares of some kind when really she's just a regular thrasher. ]

Clothes are necessary. I don't wanna get hauled back to school just yet.

[ That's def a naked body though, and Tris glances at her with a grin before realizing that yes, they're both very naked and well.

These are the consequences of getting utterly shit-faced and high and being incredibly tactile people without much of a care for boundaries when you've been at it for a while. The connection is warm at best, friendly, sweet, and Tris finds he'd trust Nic with a lot of things. He leans over once he's fully untangled and kisses her jaw, a mix of hair that's tousled and caught, and skin, before slipping off the sheets to go and find his shirt first (hung on the windowsill, tossed without much care. ]