Langston M. Worthington is a fast mofo (_coalition) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-03-29 16:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-03, fluffy, langston |
Hey I heard you were a wild one
Who: Fluffy and Langston
Where: Fluffy and Nicci's place
When: around 5:35am, right after this
Warnings: NSFW -- sex and drunken/drugged shenanigans
While Langston was still quite new with the whole "were" thing, he could still feel the approach of the full moon under his skin. It made him restless, stir crazy. At the same time that he'd been extremely pissed off at being woken up so early by Fluffy's text, he could at least admit it to himself that the distraction would do him some good. The few minutes he'd tried to take in the attempt to go back to sleep had been futile; Langston was wide awake now and there was no way he was going to be able to do more than stare at the ceiling. May as well go see her. He had to admit that Fluffy definitely had a way of interrupting sleep and you know, life in general, but as long as she understood that what they had was just physical, Langston would be alright. No way in hell was he even remotely ready for any sort of relationship with anyone, and especially not since he'd been attacked. No one needed to deal with him as he was now. That Fluffy was comfortable with texting him for these reasons was always intriguing, and it was hard for Langston to say no to sex. Ever. As much as he tried to be quiet, he was sure that he'd made some sort of noise in his attempt to get up and exit the apartment without waking Gavin. Whatever sort of big cat that he was destined to shift into, it was most likely not the stealthy type. Lang was loud, and there was no way around that.
Whistling as he jogged out to his car, clad in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, Langston started up his old black Crown Victoria. His car was a shit-box, but at least it got him from point A to point B. Still, it looked strangely out of place when he pulled up to the curb outside of the mansion in which Fluffy stayed. Climbing out, Langston didn't even bother coming to the front door; if she said she was in the backyard, then that was where he was headed. It took him a good amount of time to walk the full way around the side of the huge house, his eyes much stronger in the pre-dawn light than they had been nearly a month ago. Once he finally made it to the garden in the back next to the pool, a smug grin took up residence on his face. "Classy." Because sure enough, there was Fluffy, lounging on a pool chair, completely naked. Walking up, Langston tossed his keys to the ground, coming right over to where she was laying. Sitting down on the chair beside her, he smirked and raised his brows. "Good morning," he said, the sarcasm dripping from every word. He threw in an eye roll for good measure. "Couldn't wait until a more decent hour?" The smirk grew on his lips as he leaned over her, his mouth coming to nip at the side of her neck as his hands traced along her skin.