Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on May 1, 2022 16:44:46 GMT -7
now you see me.
LEANING INTO LULU'S SPACE THERE WAS AN easiness to the proximity. It wasn't charged with bitter or competitive tension. Just the simple thrill of a hot promise. He suspected he and Lulu had a sort of unspoken agreement since that night in Blishwick's fluffy little bedroom. He could kiss her, she could kiss him, and it would never really amount to anything. There was no crawling dread of emotion or expectation. It used to be like that with Claudia, before she'd gone and ruined it by putting herself up as some kind of prize. Before winning her had become more exciting than fucking her.
Lulu tensed under his halting palm, and Nate paused momentarily to inspect her face. She didn't flinch under him, so he threaded their fingers, mashing more keys as he did. Until their fingers were tangled and she couldn't play anymore. He wasn't interested in a Moonlit Sonata at that moment. He smirked as she taunted him, leaning ever so slightly until she had to bow under his weight to one side. Taking their tangled fingers and wrapping his arm around her waist, effectively putting one of her arms behind her own back. Too hot to be wrestling, but not quite romantic either.
Nate didn't tell her exactly what he might do about her betrayal. Mostly, because he didn't care about what Jimmie thought of him. And nobody really cared about whatever gossip Jimmie spread, because unfortunately, that was something she did far too often to be meaningful. Plus, he felt almost certain she would never tell a soul that they had screwed on her bed. She was far too full of rich, blue blooded pride for that. Instead, he simply squeezed Lulu's trapped hand once before he let go and let it snake up her back to tangle possessively in her tousled hair, where he tugged lightly and leaned down to capture her mouth in an almost punishing kiss.
Lulu tensed under his halting palm, and Nate paused momentarily to inspect her face. She didn't flinch under him, so he threaded their fingers, mashing more keys as he did. Until their fingers were tangled and she couldn't play anymore. He wasn't interested in a Moonlit Sonata at that moment. He smirked as she taunted him, leaning ever so slightly until she had to bow under his weight to one side. Taking their tangled fingers and wrapping his arm around her waist, effectively putting one of her arms behind her own back. Too hot to be wrestling, but not quite romantic either.
Nate didn't tell her exactly what he might do about her betrayal. Mostly, because he didn't care about what Jimmie thought of him. And nobody really cared about whatever gossip Jimmie spread, because unfortunately, that was something she did far too often to be meaningful. Plus, he felt almost certain she would never tell a soul that they had screwed on her bed. She was far too full of rich, blue blooded pride for that. Instead, he simply squeezed Lulu's trapped hand once before he let go and let it snake up her back to tangle possessively in her tousled hair, where he tugged lightly and leaned down to capture her mouth in an almost punishing kiss.
