Sleeping with Spain: @Maggie
She let him pull her off her chair and towards the bathrooms at the back of the store. People watched them from their tables, but she didnt care. One woman in particular gave her an up and down look as she walked past, and to that Maggie cheekily stuck her tongue out at her and continued out…
This was what she wanted. It had been a while since she’d done something as un-ladylike as make out in a bathroom, but the rush it was giving her was too powerful to make her even consider stopping. The feeling of his tongue on hers, the pulling sensation he was generating as he tugged down at her dress, the gentle bites he make on her lips, everything felt good.
So when he pulled back from her, the sound of their lips parting echoing through the bathroom, she was confused. did he not want this? after all he was the one who asked to go somewhere more private in the first place. But it was his question, questioning her if she wanted to go further, that made her blush. It was sweet; guys didnt usually consider her feelings in the matter of sex. As she usually instigated said practices, they usually went straight to it. But Tucker was different.
She nodded with a cheeky smile, her teeth biting down at her lip as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in again for a more passionate kiss than before. this is really going to happen she thought to herself.
+I’ve been resting for a while, but I’m back now. Hello to all the people I haven’t met, and to the ones I’ve missed. What’s been happening here?
nothing much has really been happening matee, everyones just been chilling and stuff, quite quiet in this town the past few days. how are you? i remember you were a little sick or something the last time we spoke..i think :S haha
+just forget what you learned,: get high or die.; alexandria/maggie
Maggie really couldnt catch a break. She had been loving her literature lectures, and her teacher had been praising her on her writing day after day, but that day her phone had rung during class. Everyone had starred at her as it cut through the silence, and her lecturer had…
She took the joint and muttered “thanks” under her breathe as she took out her lighter and lit it. the familiar taste tainted her lips, and the sweet smoke engulfed her lungs as she inhaled deeply. She just stood there, further away from the other girl now looking down at her. She didnt recognise her, and from the way she sat not acknowledging her existence it seemed she didnt really want to be recognised. She reminded her of the people she used to hang out with back in England, and she was sure she was wearing clothing she’d seen before back home. The girl didnt look rough, but looked like she didnt want to be messed with. Exactly like she used to be.
“yeh not for much longer though,” she muttered at the girls question. Maggie was getting quite annoyed by the girls reactions towards her. As she looked over at the girl she constantly caught her eyeing her, judgment covering her face as she scanned over Maggie’s short white dress and curly hair. As if this girl was sizing her up. Sure, from first glace it didnt seem like Maggie was any form of threat, but Maggie was like this girl once, dressed like her, sat and smoked alone in alleyways just like she was.
“do you have a problem or something?” she asked coldly as she caught once again the eyes tracing down her figure and that look of loathing. She held the half smoked joint up, “if its because of this you can take it, you buy shit stuff anyway.” she threw the joint at the girls feet and lit a cigarette to get the taste out of her mouth. it tasted pretty foul, and she wasnt sure if it was because the girl had a shit dealer or if it was just because she wasnt in the mood. either way, she certainly wasnt in the mood to be judged by another person who knew fuck all about her.
+just forget what you learned,: get high or die.; alexandria/maggie
It was nice in Spain, well actually, Spain could be total shit to everyone else and she’d find it to be the most wonderful place in the world at the moment, mainly because of where she was and what she was doing. So used to the common voices of irritated camera men and directors that stood behind…
Maggie really couldnt catch a break. She had been loving her literature lectures, and her teacher had been praising her on her writing day after day, but that day her phone had rung during class. Everyone had starred at her as it cut through the silence, and her lecturer had turned around and asked, in a cutting tone if it was a call from that spanish girl you keep writing about in your assignments. everyone had known what he meant, it was obvious, and Maggie, in a fit on embarrassment and anger had thrown her stuff into her bag and stormed out of the lecture hall, whilst the students she left behind laughed and whispered.
Leaving the campus as quickly as possible she lit a cigarette, tears in her eyes. Everything was going to well yet somehow it had to turn on her. She was actually enjoying school for the first time in her life and now she was too scared to enter that room again.
She turned down an alleyway, not really paying attention, her mind reeling. “fuck that asshole, fucking pervert i hope he dies..” she muttered under her breathe, stopping and leaning against the cold brick wall of the alley, blowing smoke into the air. She turned her head to see another girl accompanying her, at the other end of the alley, sitting on the ground smoking. But what she was smoking wasnt a cigarette. Maggie knew that familiar earthy smell that was wafting into her nose as she sniffed the dry air. When her addiction was bad, she’d always fall back on marijuana to calm her nerves, make her feel chill in times where she would normally scratch her skin apart of rip her hair from her head. And at that moment all she could think about was finding a gun and shooting her teacher out cold with it. Knowing that was an insanely bad thought, she walked over to the girl and stood over her, too pissed off to smile.
“mind if i have some?” she asked, her voice cold. She wasnt usually so terribly unfriendly, but the girl, considering the way she dressed, didnt seem like one for friendly greetings either, and Maggie was far too upset to put on a happy face and pretend she was okay.
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tuckerbennett replied to your post: OOC
OOC: What did I do?
read the latest evelyn post as well. tucker is totally getting some.
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Sleeping with Spain: @Maggie
Colour appeared of Maggies cheeks at his compliment, and she bit her lip. Why was he so adorable? and why was she finding it surprisingly difficult to keep her feelings in check? she was usually good at this stuff; flirting, but with Tucker she seemed to be acting like a 12 year old girl talking…
She let him pull her off her chair and towards the bathrooms at the back of the store. People watched them from their tables, but she didnt care. One woman in particular gave her an up and down look as she walked past, and to that Maggie cheekily stuck her tongue out at her and continued out the back, following Tucker who seemed determined yet nervous at the same time. She wondered why he suddenly had to much initiative, but wasnt complaining.
They made their way into the female bathroom, and she turned around to lock the door behind them. Wouldnt want anyone to walk in on…whatever was going to happen. She wasnt too sure where this was going to go though. just go with it she thought to herself.
The feeling of his lips on hers, with his hand still firmly holding her arm, made the hair in her arms stand on end. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and she melted, leaning in to contribute. he was good, she couldnt deny, and her heart beat faster than it probably should of. He was the first guy who she’d been with since she’d arrived, it was an achievement.
As the kiss ended, she looked up at him with a cheeky smile. why does he have to be so tall she thought to herself. She was going to have to perch herself on her toes the entire time. Grabbing his hands, she pulled him over to the single basin and vanity. She lifted herself up onto it and sat on the cold surface, placing his hands on her hips and pulling him in to kiss her again.
+Sleeping with Spain: @Maggie + Tucker
Maggie was taken aback by his confession, thinking that he was actually going to tell her the saw she looked at him or her flirting was making him uncomfortable. But a drinking problem, she didnt expect that. “are you pulling my leg?” she asked, astonished with her eyebrows raised. But when…
Colour appeared of Maggies cheeks at his compliment, and she bit her lip. Why was he so adorable? and why was she finding it surprisingly difficult to keep her feelings in check? she was usually good at this stuff; flirting, but with Tucker she seemed to be acting like a 12 year old girl talking to her first crush. so childish she thought. Maybe it was this strange town, or the fact that she hadnt met another attractive guy in the city that may or may not be into her yet; it was almost always girls.
She shifted closer to him, slowly, and slipped her hand on his leg closest to her and around his thigh. She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. why was he so good looking? “well, thanks,” she said looking up at him, her hand still placed on his thigh, “you do to” she gave him another smile and moved a little bit closer in.
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