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Elias let out a low laugh, his smirk growing as her fingers dragged down his chest. His grip on her waist tightened just a little. “Good,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers, “because I don’t want you going anywhere.” He kissed her once—quick, warm, wanting. Then, with his mouth still ghosting over hers, he added softly, teasingly, “…you wanna spend the night?” |
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She pulled him back into a kiss when he ended it so quickly, only letting him go when she was satisfied. "I'd be more than glad to, long as you don't bump into somebody and make them spill coffee all over you tommorrow morning." Emery teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw. |
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He smirked, he was down bad for emery. "Im gonna head to the shower" He let her go slighty, wanting to refuse. "If you get cold feel free to raid my closet," He let out a soft chuckle, moving into the bathroom and heading into the shower. He began showering , he finished applying his shampoo and conditioner, He finished showering cleaning off, and walking into his bedroom, throwing on a white beater and some black nike sweatpants. He walked back into the living room, seeing her with his Essentials Hoodie. " Comfy?" |
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Emery nodded as he pulled away, feeling rather empty with him away. She watched as he walked away, walking back into the living room and flopping down on the couch, snatching his hoodie he left on the couch, pulling it on before pulling her phone out and doomscrolling on TikTok, rather bored. When he came out though and asked if she was comfy, she nodded with a smile. "Absolutely, i'm taking this--just by the way." |
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Elias leaned against the doorway for a second, watching her in his hoodie, the sleeves swallowing her hands and the scent of him all over her. The smirk that tugged at his mouth was instant. “Oh, I can see that,” he said, walking over to the couch and dropping down beside her. His knee brushed hers, warm and intentional. “Looks better on you anyway.” He reached out, tugging lightly at the hoodie’s collar like he was checking the fit. “So you’re just claiming it now?” he teased, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “No negotiation? No permission?” He leaned in a little closer. “Brat.” |
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She immediately curled into him, arm draping over his torso, practically pinning him. "I know it does, that's why it's mine now." Emery mused, giggling. "Oh really? Calling me a brat?" She rolled her eyes, tugging at the chain around his neck. "Y'know, had one of these with a charm on it, but then it mysteriously dissapeared after you left my place. Found the exact charm in your room, jade, with silver casing. So, I see this as equal." The woman teased. |
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Elias blinked when she climbed onto him like that, his arm automatically sliding around her waist as if his body didn’t even think about it. Her warmth settled against him, her giggle making the corner of his mouth twitch up. “Oh, it’s yours now? Just like that?” he teased, fingers brushing her hip. “Bold.” But when she tugged his chain, his smirk froze for a split second—just long enough to expose that she absolutely caught him. “…You weren’t supposed to find that,” he muttered, though he couldn’t hide the smile creeping in. His free hand came up, lightly hooking a finger under her chin as he leaned in closer. “Yeah, I took it,” he admitted with zero shame. “You left it, I liked it, so I kept it.” His eyes softened, but the flirty tone stayed. “So if keeping something of yours means I get to claim it…”
He tugged gently on the hoodie she was wearing.
“…then I guess we’re even.” A beat, then a small, smug grin: “And you definitely look better in my stuff.” |
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"Too late, already did." She mused, pulling her face away from his fingers hooked under her jaw, rolling her eyes lightly when he admitted it with zero shame. "If I look better in your stuff, then you need to keep taking my stuff so I can take your stuff. It's comfy, too." Emery said simply, curling back into him. |
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Elias chuckled softly, tightening his arm around her as she settled against him. He dipped his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her hair, letting it linger for a moment. “You really make yourself at home, huh?” he teased, voice low and warm. His fingers traced a slow line along her waist, eyes softening as he looked down at her. “That hoodie suits you way too well,” he added with a small smirk, “kinda unfair how good you look in it.” He kissed her head again, quieter this time. “Stay right here.” |
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She looked up at him with a confused look, chuckling. "This is my home, one of them at least, silly." Emery teased, poking him lightly. "You gonna do something about it or just keep saying it over and over?" The woman joked, resting her head back on his chest and feeling his lips peck her head, listening to his words. "Elias, i'm not going anywhere." |
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