littlewolfie-tara:

“Good.” Tara nodded, “I’m doing my job.” She couldn’t help the quick flush of red that appeared on her cheeks when Ori went on about her. “I think about you too. – A lot.” She admitted truthfully. Tara never experienced any sort of love or fondness of anyone. Sure, there was Gage but it was a friendly attraction and nothing more. “Yeah? Well, I’m sure I can spare that pair – ” She nodded towards the pile of clothes on the ground, “I just won’t ever give you my little black lace ones. I like them too much.” Tara moved to sit in his lap, her eyes began to grow teary as he spoke. If only he knew – but Tara could never tell. She couldn’t tell anyone or they’d look at her differently. Holding his face in her hands, Tara looked at him with glossy eyes and her voice was shaky, “You don’t know though — I’ve hurt the people I love and they can’t come back now. They aren’t coming back for me because they’re dead now.” She revealed, biting her lip to calm herself down. “I’m not unhappy, some people just can’t love other people no matter how hard they try. I’d never be unhappy with you for that. Never.” She said sternly, kissing his forehead with a smile. “I’d like that – a lot.” Tara nodded and her grin reappeared on her lips when he kissed her again. At the sound of the front door opening, Tara perked up and stared at the door of the room. The footsteps were far away but she looked at Ori with a frown, “I’ll take you up on that s'mores offer now.” She groaned but instead of getting up she laid down on top him with a pout on her lips. “I really don’t want to get up though.”

“You’re making me feel this way on purpose?” Orion gasped, feigning disbelief. He grabbed Tara’s hand and held it firmly over his chest, wondering whether or not she could feel his rapidly beating heart. “You think about me a lot? Really? Tell me more about that. What exactly do you think?” The curly-haired boy smirked, preparing himself for the flattery that could be to come. His gaze followed Tara’s gesturing, settling on the underwear he’d taken off of her earlier before returning to her eyes and nodding excitedly. His expression darkened as her eyes began to water, lips turning down at the corners. “People make mistakes. I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt them,” he began, arms tightening instinctively around the girl. “And I’m really sorry they’re gone. I know what loss feels like. But you can’t blame yourself. All that guilt… you can’t live like that.” Orion rubbed comforting circles into Tara’s back, his concerned, watchful eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t think that I’d have to try really hard to love you at all. You’re wonderful. The part that requires effort would be forgetting about my ex. And convincing myself that you won’t shit on my heart like she did,” he laughed, shaking his head at the drama of his words. He lightened up as Tara grinned, exhaling a long breath of relief. Orion growled at the sound of footsteps in the distance, only quieting once Tara moved on top of him. His arms wrapped tightly around her and he buried his face beneath her messy hair.  “I don’t wanna get up either,” he grumbled, deciding she’d have to work if she planned on escaping his embrace. “We can go and make s'mores, but only if you can free yourself.” With that, Ori laughed mischievously, gave Tara a light squeeze and braced himself for the struggle that’d ensue.

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“You scare me shitless, Tara,” Orion laughed, responding to her question with as much honesty as he could manage. “because no matter what I do, I always somehow end up with you on my mind. You’ve got way too much power over me.” It was becoming more and more clear to him that Tara wasn’t the kind of girl he could spend a lot of time with and forget about. Throughout the course of their relationship, she’d progressively instilled herself as a vital element within his life. He was much more emotionally involved than he’d like to admit. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind a few pairs of panties. I won’t wear them. I’ll just keep ‘em around, for when I’m missing you.” Orion frowned and pushed himself up with his forearms so that he sat with his back against the headboard of the bed as the girl stuttered. He tugged Tara’s slender frame into his lap and hugged her tightly, wanting nothing more than for her to be smiling again. He tucked his chin into the hollow space between her neck and shoulder after placing a flurry of tender kisses along her jawline. “Tara, you aren’t the only one. We’ve all killed. I know it’s tough to accept, but it sort of comes with the territory. We’re inherently violent things. It doesn’t make you a bad person. And it certainly doesn’t make you unlovable,” Orion spoke softly, taking both of the girl’s hands into his own and squeezing them tightly. “Please don’t be unhappy. You’re so lovely. And I fall a little for you every time I see you. Every time you give me that humongous smile of yours. I’m just jaded, I suppose. But I’ll teach you all about love, if you give me a little time. I could love you.” Ori quieted Tara’s worries with a long, gentle kiss, his thumb gliding tenderly across her cheekbone.

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orioff:

Orion closed his eyes as Tara pushed her hips into his own, working hard to restrain himself from initiating a second round. At least, he’d wait until they were done talking. “I definitely do,” he confirmed, nodding his head. “regardless of how frightening that is to me.” He’d never planned to become so involved with Tara – his intention was always to remain casual and carefree. But hookups turned into sleepovers, and he was surprised to find that he enjoyed cuddling and chatting with the girl just as much as he enjoyed their more sexual interactions. “No need to return them. What’s mine is yours, at this point,” he chuckled, thinking of all of the new shirts he’d purchased to replace those that she’d stolen. There wouldn’t even be any space in his wardrobe to fit the old shirts in if she actually began returning them. Orion’s heart quickened in pace as Tara spoke, and his cheeks became slightly flushed in response to the intimate question. He hadn’t expected ever to hear those words come from her lips. “Love? It feels like…,” he began, then paused, tousling his curly hair in deep thought. “I don’t know. It feels like home. It’s the warmest thing in the world. And it’s terrifying.” Ori took another few moments, ruminating further before speaking again. “It’s really fun to fall, I think. Like, to really fall. To free fall. But it’s not fun to get hurt, you know? People don’t enjoy falling down because they know that there’s gonna be some sort of impact at the end of it. You fall down, you hit something. It’s really basic logic. But being in love feels like falling and not hitting anything. Like there’s nothing hard at the bottom, only soft things, and you can actually enjoy the falling feeling. Or whatever. I’m not really making any sense.” He smiled sheepishly, then shook his head so that he could hide half of his embarrassed face behind his hair. “I don’t think you’re in love with me.”

“Do I frighten you, Orion?” Tara said with a playful scrunch of her nose. She felt at ease when he confirmed he did like her, Tara always needed validation no matter the situation. “I like you too.” She repeated back to him just in case he needed to hear it was much as she did. Tara hated sleeping alone, especially with all the nightmares she had been having recently. The nights she spent curled up in a ball next to Orion were followed by mornings where she didn’t wake up screaming and in tears. “But what’s mine is not mores – well, unless you have a weird need for my bras and underwear.” Tara folded her hands over his chest and rested her chin on top them. She listened to him intently, watching him fidget with his hair. “Like falling? I’ve fallen and hit something hard before, it’s not fun. It’d be nice to not hit anything for once. Less bruises.” Tara responded to him before a barely visible frown appeared on her lips, “I’m not?” She questioned him, trying to remember everything he had said and tried applying it to the way she felt when she looked at him. “I don’t expect you to love me – if that’s what you think I was getting at. I just – I just wanted to know. But I don’t think I’m cut out to love someone and I don’t think someone’s cut out to love me back. I’m kind of hard to handle and I can be violent .. I-I’ve killed people, Orion, I’m not a lover..”

Orion closed his eyes as Tara pushed her hips into his own, working hard to restrain himself from initiating a second round. At least, he'd wait until they were done talking. "I definitely do," he confirmed, nodding his head. "regardless of how frightening that is to me." He'd never planned to become so involved with Tara -- his intention was always to remain casual and carefree. But hookups turned into sleepovers, and he was surprised to find that he enjoyed cuddling and chatting with the girl just as much as he enjoyed their more sexual interactions. "No need to return them. What's mine is yours, at this point," he chuckled, thinking of all of the new shirts he'd purchased to replace those that she'd stolen. There wouldn't even be any space in his wardrobe to fit the old shirts in if she actually began returning them. Orion's heart quickened in pace as Tara spoke, and his cheeks became slightly flushed in response to the intimate question. He hadn't expected ever to hear those words come from her lips. "Love? It feels like...," he began, then paused, tousling his curly hair in deep thought. "I don't know. It feels like home. It's the warmest thing in the world. And it's terrifying." Ori took another few moments, ruminating further before speaking again. "It's really fun to fall, I think. Like, to really fall. To free fall. But it's not fun to get hurt, you know? People don't enjoy falling down because they know that there's gonna be some sort of impact at the end of it. You fall down, you hit something. It's really basic logic. But being in love feels like falling and not hitting anything. Like there's nothing hard at the bottom, only soft things, and you can actually enjoy the falling feeling. Or whatever. I'm not really making any sense." He smiled sheepishly, then shook his head so that he could hide half of his embarrassed face behind his hair. "I don't think you're in love with me."

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orioff:

Ori widened his eyes, feigning surprise at the sound of Tara’s growling. “Easy, easy,” he laughed, taking her face in between his hands and kissing her forehead. “That’s a wonderful idea. Win or lose, I win. So I might as well collect my prize or punishment now.” Orion nodded to himself, deciding that his reasoning was sound, and kissed Tara deeply. “You definitely aren’t the only one going crazy. I’m afraid I like you much more than I initially intended to,” he spoke just as quietly, eyes intense and boring into the girl’s. He shivered as she buried her face into his neck, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “I know you do. And honestly, I leave them here on purpose a lot of the time. I like the way that you look in my shirts almost as much as I like the way you look naked,” he confessed, gesturing to the shirt he’d arrived in. “For example, I plan on leaving that here. And I plan on receiving a photo from you later on with you wearing it.” One of his hands absently stroked up and down along the girl’s back and sides, and the other grabbed hers. He laced their fingers together and rubbed light circles into her palm with his thumb. “Thank you. I like your face, too. You’ve got very pretty eyes. And a very pretty smile. And a very pretty nose. And I could go on all day.”

“Well, since I know you’re going to lose anyways we might as well save the energy.” Tara shrugged, returning the kiss and slowly grinding her hips against his. “You do?” Her voiced cracked as she whispered quietly. Tara gazed right back into his eyes and left a kiss on his forehead, concentrating on being gentle with him at that moment. “Good, I like that one too. I really should just wear them when I go to your place because that’ll be the only way to get them back to you. It’ll just be an endless cycle with the same shirt. – Oh you will, I’ll make sure it’s a good one too.” Tara gave his hand a small squeeze while her free hand continued to run along the details of his face. “Orion,” Tara cleared her throat, furrowing her brows once again, “Do you know what being in love feels like?” She bit her lip, for the first time feeling nervous about asking questions. “How does it feel? It’s never – uhm – it’s never happened before. To me. Not quite like this.” Tara kept her eyes on his, but spoke in a quiet, shy tone.

Ori widened his eyes, feigning surprise at the sound of Tara's growling. "Easy, easy," he laughed, taking her face in between his hands and kissing her forehead. "That's a wonderful idea. Win or lose, I win. So I might as well collect my prize or punishment now." Orion nodded to himself, deciding that his reasoning was sound, and kissed Tara deeply. "You definitely aren't the only one going crazy. I'm afraid I like you much more than I initially intended to," he spoke just as quietly, eyes intense and boring into the girl's. He shivered as she buried her face into his neck, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "I know you do. And honestly, I leave them here on purpose a lot of the time. I like the way that you look in my shirts almost as much as I like the way you look naked," he confessed, gesturing to the shirt he'd arrived in. "For example, I plan on leaving that here. And I plan on receiving a photo from you later on with you wearing it." One of his hands absently stroked up and down along the girl's back and sides, and the other grabbed hers. He laced their fingers together and rubbed light circles into her palm with his thumb. "Thank you. I like your face, too. You've got very pretty eyes. And a very pretty smile. And a very pretty nose. And I could go on all day."

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orioff:

Ori snapped his teeth at the air beside Tara playfully, a devilish chuckle escaping his lips. She was so feisty. And he didn’t really think he’d mind getting bitten by her, even if it did hurt a little. “You’d have to catch me first. And I don’t think you could. Because I’m very fast,” he teased, touching his nose to the tip of Tara’s as she hovered over him. “What can I say? You drive me nuts.” He grinned gratefully as she cleared his face of dampened tresses and rested his hands on her hips. “I smell great, so I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mused, sniffing the air around them and shrugging. He traced the shape of her lips with his thumb and cocked his head to the side as she stared at him. “What are you lookin’ at? Is there something on my face?”

“Watch yourself.” Tara couldn’t help but snap back at him, letting out a low growl. “I’m fast too,” She protested, “Fastest one in my pack you know– we should race some time. Loser has to give the winner a kiss on the lips.” A wide grin appeared on her face, practically lighting up the whole room. “I’m very grateful for that because I thought I was the only one going crazy.” Tara spoke in a quiet voice just in case anyone was in the house. “You do– you’re one of my favorite scents. I can always smell you around town. It’s a good thing, I promise.” Tara nuzzled her face into his neck to breath him in, “I may have quite a collection of your shirts already.” Tara shrugged innocently. “I just like how it looks.” She said, leaning in to his touch. Her fingers traced lightly around his eyes and carefully down his jaw line.

Ori snapped his teeth at the air beside Tara playfully, a devilish chuckle escaping his lips. She was so feisty. And he didn’t really think he’d mind getting bitten by her, even if it did hurt a little. “You’d have to catch me first. And I don’t think you could. Because I’m very fast,” he teased, touching his nose to the tip of Tara’s as she hovered over him. “What can I say? You drive me nuts.” He grinned gratefully as she cleared his face of dampened tresses and rested his hands on her hips. “I smell great, so I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mused, sniffing the air around them and shrugging. He traced the shape of her lips with his thumb and cocked his head to the side as she stared at him. “What are you lookin’ at? Is there something on my face?”

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Orion flashed a lopsided, goofy smile at the sight of Tara’s blushing cheeks before dressing them with a few quick kisses. “But it was so funny. What if I do speak of it? Will there be consequences?” He raised a curious eyebrow before redirecting his attention to her fingers as they moved over his chest. His eyes flashed with pride at the marks scattered across his body. “The begging was more than suitable. It was wonderful. I think it should happen more often,” he raved, stroking up and down Tara’s thigh before hitching one of her legs over his waist and pulling her closer. His gaze softened at the sound of her quiet request, and he pressed another light kiss to her lips. “Oh, yeah. Absolutely. This is cozy. And you smell amazing.”

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Orion flashed a lopsided, goofy smile at the sight of Tara's blushing cheeks before dressing them with a few quick kisses. "But it was so funny. What if I do speak of it? Will there be consequences?" He raised a curious eyebrow before redirecting his attention to her fingers as they moved over his chest. His eyes flashed with pride at the marks scattered across his body. "The begging was more than suitable. It was wonderful. I think it should happen more often," he raved, stroking up and down Tara's thigh before hitching one of her legs over his waist and pulling her closer. His gaze softened at the sound of her quiet request, and he pressed another light kiss to her lips. "Oh, yeah. Absolutely. This is cozy. And you smell amazing."

wtfalyssatf:

Lips wrapped around the joint easily as she inhaled a long drag flicking some ashes onto the dirt beneath her feet. Hips swayed to the beat of her music before she spotted the male who had seemingly come out of nowhere. Pulling an earbud from her ear, she used her free hand to dig into the deep pocket of her sweatpants and paused her music. “Me? Do something stupid? Why I never.” Alyssa pressed her hand to her chest in mockery. Glancing from the male to the joint in her hand, she shook her head. “I could share, but you gotta tell me your name first.” She grinned cheekily and shrugged glancing from the entrance of the park back to the male. “I’m just–Kinda curious, really. I mean–Aren’t you?”

Orion smirked coyly at the stranger’s response to his comments. He took a few steps closer, comfortable now that she’d seen him and reacted in a seemingly friendly manner. “Never? Well, now you just sound kinda boring…” Ori laughed, reaching for her hand and shaking it within his firm grip. “My name’s Orion. Like the constellation… and the Greek hunter,” he explained, letting go of her hand and reaching instead for the joint. “What’s your name, generous stranger?” He brought it to his lips and inhaled deeply, breathing out through his nose and flashing a sideways smile before returning it to its rightful owner. “Of course I’m curious. But I don’t have a death wish.”

wtfalyssatf:

    ☢ — “We are the new Americana, high on legal marijuana. Raised on Biggie and Nirvana, we are the new Americana.” Fingers held a joint between her fingers as she danced around outside of the walk park just outside of the entrance. Headphones were in her ears and she was singing loudly along with Halsey, something tempted her to go through to the walk park… But, something also stopped her.

Orion strolled along the gates of the park, one hand plunged deep within his pocket, toying with the coins and keys that rested there, and the other holding his morning cigarette to his lips. He took a drag and raised his face toward the sky, exhaling deeply. With his next breath in came the smell of a different, more fragrant and familiar smoke. Grinning mischievously, he pressed the butt of his cigarette against a tall boulder and tossed it into a trash can. He heard faintly the sound of someone singing, and followed both the scent and song until he found what he was looking for. “Pardon me for intruding,” Ori began teasingly, approaching the dancing girl. “but you look like you’re about to do something really stupid. And if you’re gonna go do something really stupid, at least leave the joint with me. For safe-keeping.”

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“I told you that you’d howl,” Orion laughed heartily, finally collapsing on top of the girl. He supported some of his weight with a forearm, using his other arm to scoop Tara up and rotate their bodies so that she was laying on his chest. His breathing still came quickly, heart pounding violently with the excitement of it all. His entire body felt warm and all of the tension that’d tightened his muscles earlier was now gone. Ori twirled a few of Tara’s blonde locks around his fingers and placed one final kiss at the base of her jaw. He hugged her tightly against him and walked his fingers up and down her bare side. “I definitely forgive you for being so mean to me earlier. And I’d like to reextend that s'mores offer. If you’re interested.”

bbypoppy:

&&. ( orion )

That’s because it was the only thing that made me happy. Besides, you.

And I guess it’s the only thing that makes you happy now, period. Because I forgot how to make you happy somehow, at some point in time. Or the old things I used to do stopped working. Or something like that. 

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Ori couldn’t reign in his pleasure at the sight of Tara’s impatience. Deep, mischievous laughter spilled from his lips. He was impatient, too, and more than ready to take her, but they’d already agreed that she’d have to beg for it. And so he’d stand his ground. He blinked rapidly, slightly taken aback by her smile. It was much warmer than he was used to. Much brighter. For a moment, she was glowing. “You are the sexy one. What could I possibly have done to deserve all of this sweetness?” Ori grinned widely, showcasing pearly whites in a smile just as present in his eyes as it was on his lips. As Tara’s legs wrapped around his waist, he placed a hand beneath her bottom for added support while working to get his jeans off with the other. He kissed her roughly and deeply. his tongue wrestling against hers and hands wandering all over her body. “Fuck,” he mumbled against her lips in response to the moaning, deciding he couldn’t wait much longer, begging or no begging. Ori took a few steps forward, stopping once he bumped into what felt like a bed. He pinned Tara down on it forcefully, kissing her even more deeply and lustfully than before and holding both of her hands in one of his own above her head. His free hand teased up and down the insides of her thighs. “Nope. Not one thing.”

bbypoppy:

&&. ( orion )

Oh, I love coral reefs! I love the water – but you knew that.

Of course I know that. You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who can swim circles ‘round my doggy paddle. You never looked happier than you did when you were splashing around. 

fckghoulie:

Now, you know I can’t eat s’mores. How unfair of you to offer when you know I have to go through this giant ordeal just to eat my sort of s’mores. Now, I’m hungry. My stomach is growling. If I bring my extra stores of brain, do you mind supplying the chocolate?

You are so gross, lady. But no, I don’t mind. You can have all the chocolate you like. 

bbypoppy:

&&. ( orion )

Am I not making sense? Coral reefs function like a relationship…

I don’t know very much about coral reefs. But I believe you.

darcypls:

S’mores?      You’re speaking my language. Any chance you’ve got a few left? I’ll pay you for ‘em. 

I can always make more, and at no cost. Anyone who appreciates s’mores is a friend of mine.

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“Yep! We absolutely will.” Orion rolled his eyes at Tara’s challenging tone, feigning exasperation even though he appreciated the girl’s competitive side. It was exciting. She was exciting. And it paired well with his own. Still, he wouldn’t howl. Not if he could help it. But he could make other noises. A small, low moan escaped his lips as Tara ran her fingers through his hair and backed him up against the wall. “First of all, I’m already pretty handsome,” he laughed, quickly reclaiming his dominant position and spinning around so that Tara was the one against the wall. “Second of all, there is nothing little about me.” With that, Ori’s fingers made their way to the girl’s jeans, unbuttoning them and undoing the zipper eagerly. He pressed warm kisses down Tara’s chest, stomach and thighs as he bent down to remove them completely. On his way back up, he followed the initial kisses with rougher, longer ones, leaving several hickeys scattered across the outskirts of her bra. And then he pressed himself against her once more, his gaze becoming dark and intense at the drastically lowered amount of fabric separating them. “Nothing little at all.”