if i still loved you, baby, you would have gotten to keep the porsche
( because admitting having any sort of feeling that's not tied to lust, to want. does he still love ani? no. does he love the way he felt once when he had nothing but her smile and affections focused on him? yes. does he crave the way she scratched his back up after the first fight? the answer's easy. )i'll do you one better
( the thing that comes through is a video, taken from above instead of in the mirror - from FP's perspective. it's him pushing his shorts down, letting his cock spring free but it cuts short after he wraps his fist around the base. she always did say she liked to leave him wanting, didn't she? )
( asshole. she would spare a better man from the truth. fp jones, touchdown darling and private disaster, isn't a better man. killshot-quick, a bullet aimed right at a god complex: )
good thing i never married you for love, baby got to keep something way fuckin better anyway 💗
( the patchwork scraps of her heart, mostly. and the only fun mess he made, outside of the warzone of their bedroom: danny, who likes her more than his daddy ever did. lost ten months of her lifetime, gained a devotion that won't fucking die. makes them even, as far as she's counting, after all the broken plates and ruined nights he wrung her through.
she doesn't clarify. just leaves him to the guessing game, same type of edging tease he wants to pull. a returned photo comes through: the perky swell of a breast, squeezed tight in the vice of someone's hand, a fading bite mark engraved in creamy skin. in the other corner of the picture: the spill of ani's silk sheets, a middle finger raised to the camera. only the lower pout of her lip is visible, cracked open in a sharp smile. )
thanks for the preview since you're feeling sentimental, figured the least i could do is remind you of the biggest fumble of your career xoxo
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( because admitting having any sort of feeling that's not tied to lust, to want. does he still love ani? no. does he love the way he felt once when he had nothing but her smile and affections focused on him? yes. does he crave the way she scratched his back up after the first fight? the answer's easy. ) i'll do you one better
( the thing that comes through is a video, taken from above instead of in the mirror - from FP's perspective. it's him pushing his shorts down, letting his cock spring free but it cuts short after he wraps his fist around the base. she always did say she liked to leave him wanting, didn't she? )
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good thing i never married you for love, baby
got to keep something way fuckin better anyway 💗
( the patchwork scraps of her heart, mostly. and the only fun mess he made, outside of the warzone of their bedroom: danny, who likes her more than his daddy ever did. lost ten months of her lifetime, gained a devotion that won't fucking die. makes them even, as far as she's counting, after all the broken plates and ruined nights he wrung her through.
she doesn't clarify. just leaves him to the guessing game, same type of edging tease he wants to pull. a returned photo comes through: the perky swell of a breast, squeezed tight in the vice of someone's hand, a fading bite mark engraved in creamy skin. in the other corner of the picture: the spill of ani's silk sheets, a middle finger raised to the camera. only the lower pout of her lip is visible, cracked open in a sharp smile. )
thanks for the preview
since you're feeling sentimental, figured the least i could do is remind you of the biggest fumble of your career
xoxo