thewildernessunderground:

bright eyes - let’s not shit ourselves (to love and be loved)

can I get a goddamn timpani roll?

Not quite as planned.

rocknliam:

“That’s fine,” Liam replied, shrugging one of his shoulders nonchalantly. He knew that pushing Bianca to say anything was almost like walking into a room that was on fire—it just was not the smart thing to do. Plus, Liam wasn’t really too focused on the question that he’d posed to Bianca. In fact, he’d forgotten what he even asked her. Their bodies were even closer now and he knew that she knew being that close always drove him crazy. “Uh…” He said, replying to her demand to know why they had to go out anyway. His mind wasn’t working as it normally did and he found her eyes, “I mean, it was you that wanted to go out, so if this is some sort of trick to give you a real reason to be mad at me, I reserve the right to leave you on the side of the road.” He’d never actually do that. Well, unless they’d gotten into some huge fight and broke up. But Liam didn’t want to think about them breaking up, not when she was murmuring in his ear about them making each other feel better. Raising one eyebrow, Liam hoped this meant what he thought it meant. His girlfriend began to describe various places that they could go instead of the restaurant—the car, the shower, the bed—and Liam immediately understood where this was going. If he had any doubts beyond that, the way that she ran her hands up his shirt would have materialized them in seconds.

Liam pressed his forehead against hers, “Do you know how much I love you?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Let’s get out of here…” He answered with a smirk, reaching and taking her hand from under his shirt. Before he pulled her away from the car, however, he stopped and looked at her accusingly, “You’re not mad that all we’re doing is staying home and having sex, right?” He asked, bringing up her complaint from before and breaking into a grin as he led her across the front of the car. Opening the driver’s side door, Liam waited until she got inside before he shut it and he made his way to the other side, maneuvering inside. “I’ve decided on shower,” Liam said, gazing out the window as if he was talking about the weather. “We did it in the bed the last time and it’s really too light out for the back of the car. I do not want to go home and have to explain to my mother why the cops or whatever arrested me for indecent exposure.” Once Bianca began driving towards her house—he assumed they were going to her house because she seemed to like being there more than at his with the threat of his mother walking in on them at any time—Liam reached over, putting his hand on her knee. “This is going to be the best date gone wrong ever…” He trailed off, moving his hand up her leg and to her thigh an inch or so, “And I don’t have to be in control,” He said, remembering her promise, “I mean, unless you want that.”

“I have a feeling just how much.” Bianca answered, “Now let’s go.” Just as she began to walk towards the driver’s side, she noticed he had stopped and did the same. She stared over at him as his voice rang out. “Babe,  let’s put it this way, I have an itch to scratch and you’re the only one who can take care of it.” She replied, winking up at him until he began to move again. She entered her side and allowed him to close it before turning it on while she waited for him to get in. It wasn’t as much as a struggle to get the car to work with her like it was before, but she knew it had the chance to crap out at any moment. She’d have to take it to the shop in the next couple of days, but that wasn’t her main focus. Once he was in, she began to drive - much more cautiously than she had been. He told her his decision about where they’d be having sex and she couldn’t help but laugh. Of course he’d pick the shower, he had been begging for it for weeks. She felt his hand touch her knee and she smiled over before making a slight confession, “I’d actually like if you were. It’s be something new, sort of. And it’s your whole fantasy that we’re sort of living out, I guess.” She spoke shyly, unlike her normal, almost boisterous way of telling him what she wanted. It was a different request than normal, so she wasn’t as comfortable as she would be asking for something else.

They pulled up in front of her complex and she quickly got out. She was excited for what was soon to come, looking forward to trying something sort of new. They made their way inside and up the stairs towards her floor. As they climbed, Bianca made sure to make eye contact with and nod at her neighbors in passing. Normally she wouldn’t, but she felt as though she was coming off suspiciously and she didn’t want them to think badly of what the two could be doing. Once they finally made it to her door, she hurried to unlock it and pushed him inside. “Let’s go.” She jokingly rushed him as she closed the door behind her and walked towards the bedroom. After checking to make sure they were the only ones their, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower before pulling herself up on the bathroom counter and waiting for him to come in behind her.

rocknliam:

biancad-:

Maybe a little. 

I want to be able to eat in bed.

If you clean up after yourself.

rocknliam:

biancad-:

I wouldn’t be mad at you for the “Three S’s.”

At all?

Maybe a little. 

rocknliam:

biancad-:

So we’ll just never live together.

I’d love to live with you.

I wouldn’t be mad at you for the “Three S’s.”

rocknliam:

biancad-:

You should just move in.

I would but you’ll get mad about the Three S’s: staying in, smoking, and sex.

So we’ll just never live together.

rocknliam:

biancad-:

Or you could just make out with me.

But you’re at your house.

You should just move in.

Or you could just make out with me.