How afterschool specials would end in the real world [Dita]
Warren leaned heavily on Dita, unsure about his gait as they navigated through the house and up the stairs, leaving the rest behind to sleep where they were. The stairs alone were an experience in and of themselves. The world was spinning, his emotions were a fucked up tangle that he didn't fucking want to think about in a million years. Not about Liz. Or Liz and Henry. Or, well, anything but the hot girl in his arms and that star.
Letting Dita guide him into a room, barely paying attention to the surroundings that would have let him know that this had to belong to Liz's parents. Later he might actually feel some serious guilt over this. Later when he wasn't pulling Dita to him, his lips seeking hers as his hands strayed beneath the leather she wore. His leather.
"Stay with me,' he murmured against her mouth, nipping at the fullness of her bottom lip.
((Set after spin the bottle last night in Liz's house.))
Letting Dita guide him into a room, barely paying attention to the surroundings that would have let him know that this had to belong to Liz's parents. Later he might actually feel some serious guilt over this. Later when he wasn't pulling Dita to him, his lips seeking hers as his hands strayed beneath the leather she wore. His leather.
"Stay with me,' he murmured against her mouth, nipping at the fullness of her bottom lip.
((Set after spin the bottle last night in Liz's house.))