. i caught myself

[nahla rivera]

It was too warm, but it was a welcome warm, her apartment's heating system was being temperamental and her dad was being slow on getting someone out there, nahla probably could've done it herself but her father had insisted he'd find someone who could do it well and he'd cover the costs. in any matter she was relishing in it's decision to work and she snuggled deeper into the covers, until she realized her pillow was moving gently, and the heat was concentrated on her side, her foot moved a little barely brushing skin that wasn't from her other leg and her eyes popped open, a landscape of chest and defined abs making up her world. 'really, nahla?', came an acerbic voice in her head. she'd slept with him. on the second date. just like she said she wouldn't and he said he would. she tried to contain her groan, she didn't want to wake her pillow until she'd gotten her head straight. the dates ad gone well - clearly - better then she had expected and while their first date she'd spent the first half of it with a sharp tongue she'd began to loosen up as the conversation swelled between them, she was laughing by the end and when he touched her waist as they exited the restaurant she didn't shirk away from his touch, she'd almost let him kiss her when he dropped her off at her place. it had made that weeks rehearsals rather enjoyable, the first week they'd spent not at each others throats since they'd both been cast in the show. it had gotten a look or two - especially from carter, their director - but she'd been able to ignore it because even though they'd had a good date once the second one was done and over with their wouldn't be much to come of it. her obligation was over, her secret was safe and they'd probably stop hating each other, they might become friends, they might not. last night though... she didn't know what the fuck was up with that, she'd been in a shit mood thanks to mason and carson - fucking carson who'd entered her life with a bang and now wouldn't leave her the fuck alone - and when she'd showed up at his place, it hadn't taken her long to begin to vent. it was honestly embarrassing because she'd felt tears prick her eyes at one point, she'd not let them fall but it was hard to hide the fact she wanted to, maybe she was overreacting with the whole situation but he'd listened without trying to offer advice, just let her vent and didn't say anything about her water rimmed eyes, something she was incredibly thankful for. again another layer of irritation fell away between them, things had shifted and she tried to ignore it, but obviously she was unable to. she felt brody shift next to her and she barely moved her head on his chest, looking up to see him still asleep, his arm tightening around her a fraction.

Nahla smiled a little, it was amazing how much more attractive he was when he was silent, she almost chuckled but turned her head away, it'd break her resolve. she needed to leave and she didn't need to get distracted by his face, or the memories of his heated fingers gripping at her waist, his teeth grazing the skit at her collarbones, a shiver trailed down her spine and she snapped her eyes shut, 'stop!' this shouldn't have happened. she just needed to leave, it was chicken shit, she knew but it really shouldn't have happened. the dates didn't really mean anything, they were just so she could keep her and carter's secret a fucking secret. she didn't need sleeping with her director on her reputation, the financiers of the play finding out that carter was sleeping with his young stars would pull the funding and it'd get out what they'd done and she'd look like an idiot before her career had really even begun. this was supposed to be about protecting her ass. brody wasn't supposed to rope her into a second date, charm her, prove to be an excellent listener, bed her. she carefully slid the arm she had draped over him towards her, she hadn't quite mastered the art of sneaking out the next morning because as a general rule she'd stuck to her place, so they could leave. the few times she was saddled with a walk of shame, she'd only made it out without waking them because they were either pretending to still be asleep or their hangover was too strong to pull them back to consciousness, either way she'd not been complaining. she felt him shift against her again and she froze her hand, before gingerly lifting it off his stomach, her fingers barely ghosting the contours of his stomach, a flutter hitting her own stomach and another snatch of the night before dancing over her mind. who knew the best sex ever would come with so many complications? after a few minutes of painstaking slow movement she'd slinked out from under the arm he'd pulled around her, she sat up tossing a glance around the room, what had been well-kept last night was strewn with clothes, his dresser boasted toppled pictures and heat traveled up her neck as she thought about how that had happened, her skin tingled where she remembered his teeth had been. she shook her head, bringing her mind back to the task of finding her clothes, the closest thing was his button up, minus a button or two and she pulled it on, fiddling one button closed before she found her gaze falling down to his still sleeping form and feeling a pang of guilt in her stomach as her eyes traced his face.

She felt much more for him then she had intended, or maybe she didn't. her mind was too busy playing back her fingers tracing the ridges of his stomach, or the way they'd curled into his short black hair, the heat of his breath against the skin of her neck. lust was clearly the culprit here. until the moments before their clothes had fallen away filtered into her mind, the soft way his thumb had trailed over the back of her hand when she's unloaded the mason/carson drama, the way he'd let her lean into him as they'd walked back to his car in the chilly new york air, the light kisses at the car she'd given into, how they'd built up until her breath was short and her cheeks flushed. only nahla could find herself in this much of a clusterfuck. amazing sex aside, she waned to be with him. they'd misjudged each other from the beginning, their similarities causing them to clash, their egos, their sarcasm. they fought but they fit in a weird way, further then the physicality they'd illustrated last night. she pinched the bridge of her nose, pulling her knees to her and resting her head in the niche for a moment, before she turned her gaze back down to him, eyes roaming again and deciding that there was no way she'd be able to pull herself from this bed. fuck her lack of self-control. she ignored the butterflies that twisted in her stomach, they were ridiculous to have after the night they'd had, but she'd had different sets of mind on those dates, she'd spent most of the last two weeks and this second date trying to deny that she was beginning to feel differently and the things she'd told her sister she hated about him were the things that were charming - which was probably why she claimed to hate them so much. it was different now that she was forced to accept that she was into him, not just the glorious body that was mostly on display to her. what if this was just about the sex to him though? did he think that because she'd slept with their director that he could get it from her easily and she'd just proved him right? nahla worried her lip for a moment, then she just went back to hating him again, oh well. that thought stung and it almost gave her the resolve back to get up. a moment more of vacillation before she finally moved to barely hover over him, her lips brushing the skin above his heart in a light kiss, she moved to his neck, letting her teeth brush over a spot that already exhibited her handy work, before she grinned a little, "get up, lazy." she said against the skin of his cheek, shifting so she sat on him, kissing the skin of his neck again before she sat up, smiling down at him as her hands rested on his stomach.

tagged .. brody miller played by the amazing deena. <3
word count .. fourteen eighty one.
clothes .. i pretty much described it.
soundtrack .. johnny cash & june carter .. it ain't me babe.
notes .. love you, love them, this got a little out of control. i rambled a lot.

[brody miller]

When words blackmail made him question some morals he had, brody knew that he couldn't do it nahla. well nahla rivera was just a whole other story to him. this whole dating thing was suppose to be piss her off because he had found out that she was hanging their director. brody was never really good at blackmail, hell the only thing he was good at these days was pissing people off. nahla being at the top of that list. this whole two dates thing was probably hell to her because she absolutely despised him. not that he blamed her. brody had a way of words that got a little out of hand sometimes. his mother was the number one test subject to these words. it seemed that everytime she called him any day they would get in a fight over the phone over something he had thrown out about his dad. generally someone hung up and it was almost always his mom. brody would always shrugg it off like it was nothing because it honestly was. his mom would forgive him tomorrow and the two of them would be fine. him living in new york was not helping out his family at all. they were all torn apart but now that he had gotten into this career path there was no way that he was leaving it. the miller's had been tore apart about six years ago when brody was in the middle of his high school years. there was no way that they were going to be able to fix it. he just wished that his mom would move on.

Dating was always something that he used to just get him away from his home. it wasn't even dating. it was more of teh hooking up aspect that he enjoyed. there were several girls that he would be often seen with and they would constantly talked about around school. it was probably the male mind that made him even care less that they were being called sluts or that he was being called some things too. when brody had been told about nahla and their director instant images came up of how insanely weird it was. he wasn't that old, but he wasn't so young. as much as he didn't want to admit it, nahla was beautiful. there was no doubt that every time she entered the doors for rehearsel she would light up the room. that's probably what attracted the director and brody to her. these "dates" were once just merely to get back at her but now that she was actually starting to laugh, which she honestly did have a cute laugh, and she was putting her input on topics that were brought up there was no denying it that the two of them had chemistry. the first date went okay. she was still a little demanding about why she was still sitting in front of him, and brody just shrugged it off. he knew that as soon as the second one was over that she was going to be down with him anyways and maybe the two of them could go back to making fun of each other. he had to admit it was pretty fun calling her a bunch of nicknames like little one, snooki or even meatball. after these days, who knew, the two of them could've ended up being friends. either or he was pretty satisfied. he walked her up to her door just like any gentleman would've done. brody knew that she wasn't going to let him kiss her because this was all part of a deal but he was still going to be nice and walk her up. the way she smirked as he said good night he knew that he was in trouble. why the hell was he letting this girl pull him right in? wasn't he suppose to be doing that to her? for the second date, brody was planning on taking her out to another nice place and she was going to meet at his house. well when she opened the door immediately he could tell she was upset. especially by the way she was actually being nice. he listened to her vent the whole night about her brother and carson. throughout the whole venting session he picked up on the fact that mason was now with carson. the last he had seen of mason was the fight he was breaking up when carson almost got her ass handed to her. one thing led to another and she ended up in his bed the next day. not that he was going to mind the next day because he actually enjoyed himself.

Feeling the shifting of the bed move, brody ignored it. he figured that she was going to jet but in his mind he was really hoping that she wasn't. they had a few days off from when they had to go back into the theatre and he just wanted to sleep in and probably pick up his house if nahla was gone. his eyes were starting to flicker even with them shut. he was expecting to here a door shut and maybe even a car door slam but to his surprise he didn't hear either. about to shift onto his side, he was instantly greeted with fresh kisses coming from nahla. a tiny smile appeared on his lips and he almost wanted to return them right back to her. but the lazy brody was starting to kick in. she wasn't stopping and he was enjoying it. finally she spoke and his eyes slowly opened. "not lazy, it's called tired."

[/i] he spoke quietly as his eyes adjusted to the light. "i'm glad to see that you haven't left, i was even going to offer you breakfast."[/i] he smiled up at her before shifting on his elbows to lean up and give her a gently kiss on her forehead.

tagged .. the balller nahla rivera played by badass liz.word count .. enoughz..
clothes .. this will come later.
soundtrack .. vampire weekend, a punk.
notes .. your post was like heaven, mine is like hell. i failz. but i heart you & them. plus this is tuuu code <3

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[nahla rivera]

Nahla had honestly had no expectations about these dates, sure, she'd vainly hoped that if she was sour enough on the first date he'd agree to let sleeping dogs lie and let her off on the first one, but she hated that he'd managed to thaw her out, made her laugh, made her want to talk to him. when she'd got home that night it had made her as irritated as it did almost happy. despite their near constant fighting she had to admit he was rather easy to get along with, slightly cocky - but that was no different from her own arrogance - just as sarcastic as her, and he didn't have the frat boy sense of humour she thought she had. she'd low key hated him for being so fucking likable, for making her enjoy the date. it wasn't supposed to go that way. it was two dates and done, that's it. she didn't really want to get along with him, though she couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy the shift that the days after their date had brought, they'd bickered back and forth but it was less serious there was more of joking edge, they were more about trying to stump each other then legitimately trying to insult each other. she'd even admit that there had been more then one cramped moment in the wings when he'd been like two inches from her face, she could feel his breath against her lips and she could appreciate his structured jawline, the swoop of his ebony lashes and she'd had to bury a blush, and try to act like the quick proximity had done nothing to her pulse, she'd just fix him with a smirk and arch her brow, almost challenging him to close the pace between them. she was glad he never had though, that those kisses at the car, tentative and sweet, had been their first ones.

Did they make her feel any better about whatever this was? Not really. twenty years hadn't bought her a lot of experience in the dating world, she'd stuck to hook ups, they were easier and you didn't get hurt, you knew where the other stood and you had an mutual understanding that there was only one thing you wanted from each other. the few times she tried dating she'd ended up breaking up with them in almost no time at all, there was too much mess in dating. so why was it so hard to just get up and leave, why was she making so much effort to sneak away quietly because honestly why did she care he woke up? she had no doubts that he wanted much more then these two dates, then fucking her.. god, the smug satisfaction when they returned to rehearsals and the show would be un-fucking-bearable. he's said he'd get her naked on their second and final date and she'd said there was no way she was getting sweaty with them, and look how that worked out, curled into his side, his arm draped over her, and she'd felt ridiculously content, and she didn't even want to leave now. honestly? what was this fuckery? two dates and pretty good night and she's seriously going to get attached? it gave so many new meanings to being a cheap date. it's not like she'd be entirely opposed to really being with him, because it had turned out that there was a lot more that they had in common once they'd been able to drop the attitude, but what were the odds? you didn't from ripping each others heads off on a daily basis to being unable to wait to rip each others clothes off and holding hands. now she was just simply over thinking shit, this was no different then any other time with any other guy. simple as. when she woke him up, he'd either be friend or he'd be distant and she wasn't going to push him either way, care either way.

She could see his lips turn up from the corner of her eye, knowing she'd easily awoken him, there wasn't anything else like her current actions that could wake a man like that, she smirked against his skin, still placing her kisses before she got impatient with him trying to sleep back into dreamland. she chuckled a little, moving a hand lightly over his abs, dropping her eyes to the russet skin, shaking her head, "nope, i say lazy." she looked up at him, her head tilting in amusement as she looked down at him, trying to read his expression, wondering if he'd rather her had just laugh, a part of her always waiting to be pushed away, the kiss off. it was ridiculous and generally ended up making her the one to push people away, but it was a habit she'd never been able to break. it wouldn't have surprised her for this morning to be rosy and then not hear from him or talk to him ever again apart from rehearsals and the shows not that he'd bedded her. still she couldn't muster up a lot of regret, it had felt to right, they fit too well. god, she was a dumbass. her brow almost quirked, both parts of his statement surprising her. he was glad she hadn't left? or was he just saying that, not wanting to be on the end of her temper he'd seen with carson, or because he thought it'd get him a step closer to a little morning sex before breakfast? he moved under slightly and it broke her concentration as his lips brushed her forehead, a soft, affectionate kiss that made her stomach swirl. it was too intimate for a hit it and quit it kind of thing? or was he really just that good. she may not have known him for very long before they'd both gotten parts in the play but she knew enough to know he'd been around the block a time or two and she was smarter than that, she wasn't going to get roped into that. she was stuck in a post-coital haze where everything felt kind of possible and magic so she didn't touch it, instead she pulled up her oldest friend; snarkiness. "you can cook?" her brow arching and disbelief colouring her lightly accented voice. she smiled down at him, before she pushed him gently back down to the bed, leaning forward lips hovering above his own, "see, i'd kind of like to do this again," she began her hand trailing down his thigh to illustrate her point, teasing the firm muscles before she let it run up over his hips and back to his arm, "but i don't exactly want to wait until i've gotten over food poisoning..." she teased, her tone wicked before she kissed him, letting her teeth graze his bottom lip, she pulled back a smirk still playing over her kiss-swollen lips, her fingers twisting around a few pieces of his hair carefully, "so," she brought her gaze from his eyes to her fingers, "last night.. uhm.." she worried her lip for a second, "it was good, and everything but.. uhm. i mean, is that it or..?" nahla felt frustration build within her, her joke about him being horrible without a script coming back to her, she was normally much more articulate then that, "i don't want to pretend with you for the rest of the morning if you're never going to talk to me again, basically."

tagged .. brody miller played by the amazing deena. <3
word count .. twelve fifty five.
clothes .. i pretty much described it.
soundtrack .. gleeee.
notes .. lmao be quite.