[ theon goes home with ros, and so robb goes home with asha, comfortable in the knowledge that they have all night and most of the morning to spend before they even have to consider the thought that theon might be disentangling himself from ros' sheets.
there's music. for a long time it's disruptive, and they fuck through it, get lost in each other in the assumption that when they've finished they'll be exhausted, ready for sleep. but they aren't, and asha raids his fridge, makes off with some ice cream and robb lets her. it's good, something cold in the hot summer night.
and then she surprises him.
she does things like this sometimes, so rarely that he can never prepare. she reaches up her arms, winds them around his neck and then they're swaying slow circles around his kitchen, with his hands hitching up beneath the fabric of her (his, this must be his) t-shirt to rest on the bare skin of her hips. his head ducks, cheek brushing hers, turning into her neck ]
i am not complaining /chinhands
there's music. for a long time it's disruptive, and they fuck through it, get lost in each other in the assumption that when they've finished they'll be exhausted, ready for sleep. but they aren't, and asha raids his fridge, makes off with some ice cream and robb lets her. it's good, something cold in the hot summer night.
and then she surprises him.
she does things like this sometimes, so rarely that he can never prepare. she reaches up her arms, winds them around his neck and then they're swaying slow circles around his kitchen, with his hands hitching up beneath the fabric of her (his, this must be his) t-shirt to rest on the bare skin of her hips. his head ducks, cheek brushing hers, turning into her neck ]
Didn't know you danced.