(As in, she will definitely sleep for five days. Or hope to. God, she's tired.
Okay, so, she's actually really shitty with words, with communication, with talking — not unlike what he experienced. Telepaths... See things differently, experience the world so uniquely that when they are the ones who must speak, well.
It's hard to verbalize, which is why she takes a moment to consider exactly what it is that she wants to say.)
I was your friend and I had your back before, I'm the same thing after. Fucking you and being there for you are two things that are, uh, completely unrelated things, alright?
(... She considers it some more before she pinches the bridge of her nose. That was not a great speech. She sucks at this. Kill her. #GGSOPHIE)
But what she says has him stay quiet — has his gaze drop down in thought for only a moment before he’s looking back up to her. He figures she must have felt his thoughts surrounding Thren and Maddie — thoughts he never really allows to manifest beyond the complicated and disheartening feelings he carries for both women in his life that are… gone. Again. He almost feels annoyed at himself for letting that slip up some, but. Instead, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip and smiles some as he sits there with her. )
Yeah. Was kind of hoping we were friends.
( Because he can’t claim he sleeps with random people, so.
Ducking his head some as a means to look up to her some, the smile he wears is both lazy and soft. )
(She is still in misery land for a while, still deep in regret that this is why we can't have nice things. Maybe! Maybe she should not have said anything at all, because that was a lame, lame, not fabulous way to put it. Ugh, does she need to practice honest talks and late night convos more often, so she doesn't feel half as embarrassed by it one day?
Dear Lord. Sorry, Nate, right now she isn't even listening to your thoughts, she wants the Earth to swallow her—
What? Once she opens his eyes, he's smiling??? And thanking her??? What the fuck??? Is??? Happening???
Sophie error 404.)
... Yeah. Sure. Don't mention it. Like, ever, preferably. Good night.
( He's... a little confused?? With her reaction to his reaction. But he sits there, arms loose around her still and blinks a couple times before he gives a thoughtful glance around the room, then looks back to her with a raised brow. )
Kind of hard to sleep when you're in my lap like this.
( It's soft and playful, much like the chuckle on his lips. )
(It's okay. Welcome to the Cuckoo-in-Improvement mindset. It's a rollercoaster of emotions. But at least the embarrassment completely escapes her mind with his flirting. For one second, she smiles with her gaze down before it raises back to him, along with a single eyebrow arc.)
Should I leave it so you can sleep, or should I stay and give you a reason not to?
(Wasn't she exhausted? Yes. Also. Consider. Nate Grey is under her. Why is she like this? But at least this is the little flirty waltz they were doing ever since day one, so she has no idea where it will go anyway.
Her tone is as playful as his, the laugh ever so present in her words.)
You know, I totally don't mind at all, but wow, guess my legs forgot how to move.
(Okay, that is actually funny, and she wrinkles her nose before she lets out a laugh, hands moving to caress his cheeks before she presses a lingering, but chaste kiss to his lips.)
( The sweetness of that kiss draws a hum from deep in the back of his throat and hands smooth gently along the small of her back there, keeping her in his lap despite his suggesting she could get off. )
(She is still without her top, the cardigan keeping her covered. It feels good against her bare skin under it, with the weight of his hand as she settles a bit more comfortably on his legs.)
I actually really do, but your lap is definitely more comfortable.
( A glance down between them, he leans back then — rests on an arm while his other slips away from around her waist a little, hand coming to hold her hip instead. He's in that white t-shirt of his again but the sleeves aren't rolled up since it had been taken off earlier. Still, his muscles are there and he tilts his head some as he looks to her there on his lap. )
And how long you planning to stay comfortable like this?
(He doesn't help, and she is sure he knows he isn't helping. He's probably doing it on purpose, isn't he?
When he rearranges his position, one of her hands rest against his hip for stability while the other enjoys those biceps of his. Just because Sophie can, she grinds just a little bit under the excuse of rearranging her position too.
But really, it's just because she can.)
If you keep distracting me from the arduous mission of leaving, I might be here for a while.
( Her innocent shift there on his lap gets a hum out of him albeit a rather quiet one and he huffs a moment later, gaze dropping and head ducking some, hand still there on her hip. When he looks up, it's with a flick of those bangs out of his face and he's tilting his head the other way then. Still lounging back some. )
I was, past tense, but you know, maybe you're super right.
(She wants him to tell her not to, to keep her there on his lap. Maybe, if he observed it, he can tell her heart rate spikes a little whenever he holds her hips.)
( He can feel it — he always feels things. It's just more whether or not he lets himself feel it, same with hearing the thoughts and voices of others in his head. He keeps himself leaning back there — keeps that hand on her hip like it is, but gently presses the replay of them on her desk and then against the wall into her mind, along with how it felt to be inside her on his end. Smile there on his lips as he does, he gives a lazy shrug. )
(She knows he knows, it's the same as her reliving the delicious memories he is revisiting in his head, her hold a little stronger on his waist. The smile on her face is a little mischievous, a finger hooking on the collar of his shirt.)
( Wasn’t he supposed to be leaving? Sleeping? He can’t remember which one he actually settled on now, not when he has Sophie Cuckoo here on his lap. The tug to his collar gets him to lean in just a bit — his own lips quirking into the beginnings of something a little more than an innocent smile and he chuckles softly then, keeping his weight mostly there on his arm he’s leaning back on. )
You say that as if I haven’t clocked that about you by now.
(And then he has the gall to ask if she wants to be mean!! Yes, she does, teasing is what she does best, excuse her. The hooked finger pulls on his shirt a little bit, curling around the fabric as she comes a little, just a little closer.
This is definitely not gonna be like the first one, if they do make it past the flirting stage. She doesn't have a third of that energy right now, but it doesn't mean it won't be interesting in its own right.)
( He smiles oh so sweetly as he says that, clearly teasing a little, head tilting with bangs falling in front of his face as he does. Lazy little shrug to come, he glances down between them and that finger there hooked in the collar of his shirt , blue eyes flicking their gaze back up to the other telepath. )
I didn’t know I was such a band influence on you with that.
I take it back. I want to be extremely mean to you.
(Nate. Nate. She's fickle, and remember when she warned him that teasing is fun to her? Well, he's gonna get to see it now, with her mind going into his again, making him feel cold touches against bare, warm skin that she doesn't physically deploy.)
( Her reaction tears a warm couple of chuckles out of him despite the cold touch and he falls back fully against the bed as he does, hand slipping away and squirming a little as if to try and escape the chilly fingers ghosting along his skin. Worth it, really. )
(Oh. Nice. The smile on her face is priceless, a grin when she sees him squirm. Of course he can push her out, overpower her own telepathy very easily — Omega, and all that, but when he doesn't, with that chuckle and that feeling of 'worth it', well.
She's dimming his every perception of touch, the coldness she had given him present but a whisper, and that little pleasure from stimulation starts to bloom. Not nearly enough to be satisfying, really, with everything so reduced, but strong enough to nearly touch the threshold she put in place.)
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Date: 2025-05-14 12:03 am (UTC)(As in, she will definitely sleep for five days. Or hope to. God, she's tired.
Okay, so, she's actually really shitty with words, with communication, with talking — not unlike what he experienced. Telepaths... See things differently, experience the world so uniquely that when they are the ones who must speak, well.
It's hard to verbalize, which is why she takes a moment to consider exactly what it is that she wants to say.)
I was your friend and I had your back before, I'm the same thing after. Fucking you and being there for you are two things that are, uh, completely unrelated things, alright?
(... She considers it some more before she pinches the bridge of her nose. That was not a great speech. She sucks at this. Kill her. #GGSOPHIE)
... That's it. Now you can nap.
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Date: 2025-05-14 12:11 am (UTC)But what she says has him stay quiet — has his gaze drop down in thought for only a moment before he’s looking back up to her. He figures she must have felt his thoughts surrounding Thren and Maddie — thoughts he never really allows to manifest beyond the complicated and disheartening feelings he carries for both women in his life that are… gone. Again. He almost feels annoyed at himself for letting that slip up some, but. Instead, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip and smiles some as he sits there with her. )
Yeah. Was kind of hoping we were friends.
( Because he can’t claim he sleeps with random people, so.
Ducking his head some as a means to look up to her some, the smile he wears is both lazy and soft. )
I know though… but thank you for saying it.
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Date: 2025-05-14 12:26 am (UTC)Dear Lord. Sorry, Nate, right now she isn't even listening to your thoughts, she wants the Earth to swallow her—
What? Once she opens his eyes, he's smiling??? And thanking her??? What the fuck??? Is??? Happening???
Sophie error 404.)
... Yeah. Sure. Don't mention it. Like, ever, preferably. Good night.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:14 pm (UTC)Kind of hard to sleep when you're in my lap like this.
( It's soft and playful, much like the chuckle on his lips. )
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:19 pm (UTC)Should I leave it so you can sleep, or should I stay and give you a reason not to?
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:32 pm (UTC)Not trying to keep me here a little longer, are you?
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:34 pm (UTC)Me? No, sir, definitely not.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:42 pm (UTC)( Even as he says that, it's with a quiet little grin on his lips. )
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:47 pm (UTC)Her tone is as playful as his, the laugh ever so present in her words.)
You know, I totally don't mind at all, but wow, guess my legs forgot how to move.
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Date: 2025-05-14 07:57 pm (UTC)Not trying to get me to float you around, are you?
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:00 pm (UTC)God, not at all.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:03 pm (UTC)No? And here I thought you liked when I did that.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:10 pm (UTC)I actually really do, but your lap is definitely more comfortable.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:15 pm (UTC)And how long you planning to stay comfortable like this?
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:29 pm (UTC)When he rearranges his position, one of her hands rest against his hip for stability while the other enjoys those biceps of his. Just because Sophie can, she grinds just a little bit under the excuse of rearranging her position too.
But really, it's just because she can.)
If you keep distracting me from the arduous mission of leaving, I might be here for a while.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:36 pm (UTC)Thought you said you were tired. Ready for sleep.
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:51 pm (UTC)(She wants him to tell her not to, to keep her there on his lap. Maybe, if he observed it, he can tell her heart rate spikes a little whenever he holds her hips.)
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Date: 2025-05-14 08:59 pm (UTC)Don't let me keep you up then.
( What a tease. )
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Date: 2025-05-15 12:05 am (UTC)Nate Grey, you tease me and I tease back.
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Date: 2025-05-15 08:54 am (UTC)You say that as if I haven’t clocked that about you by now.
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Date: 2025-05-15 12:57 pm (UTC)This is definitely not gonna be like the first one, if they do make it past the flirting stage. She doesn't have a third of that energy right now, but it doesn't mean it won't be interesting in its own right.)
What else have you clocked?
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Date: 2025-05-15 02:06 pm (UTC)( He smiles oh so sweetly as he says that, clearly teasing a little, head tilting with bangs falling in front of his face as he does. Lazy little shrug to come, he glances down between them and that finger there hooked in the collar of his shirt , blue eyes flicking their gaze back up to the other telepath. )
I didn’t know I was such a band influence on you with that.
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Date: 2025-05-15 04:29 pm (UTC)(Nate. Nate. She's fickle, and remember when she warned him that teasing is fun to her? Well, he's gonna get to see it now, with her mind going into his again, making him feel cold touches against bare, warm skin that she doesn't physically deploy.)
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Date: 2025-05-15 07:08 pm (UTC)She's dimming his every perception of touch, the coldness she had given him present but a whisper, and that little pleasure from stimulation starts to bloom. Not nearly enough to be satisfying, really, with everything so reduced, but strong enough to nearly touch the threshold she put in place.)
Ready to take it back?
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