If she had known that one of his first impressions of her was that there was something 'innately sad' about her, then Emyli would have given Langston a good piece of her mind. And that piece involved kicking his ass from here to next year. For someone who didn't care what people thought of her, she did not want to be pitied at all. She was supposed to be that outrageous girl who could wear fishnets in church and not feel the least little bit of shame. Not the girl who was essentially homeless and went home with a stranger nearly every night just to avoid being alone. She was tacky, not pathetic. And as long as the record was straight, Emyli could live without having any fucks to give. She turned away from him for only a second, long enough to drop the remnants of her cigarette into the ash tray that was on the floor next to the couch. "Oooh yes. Please. My inner kitty would love to see yours." Whatever friends she may have didn't know exactly what she was, but it was easy to pretend that she was a were-cat. She smelled enough like cat to them, she supposed, for it to work. She let one arm lay over her head, draped lazily over the arm of the couch while the other found the hem of his shirt. As his lips stopped over the top of her shirt, she let her eyes flutter closed at the feeling that she knew too well. Sometimes sex was just better with someone you knew. You knew what to expect and how to please each party without any disappointment or resentment.
Any other girl would be offended to hear the guy she was kissing talking about being laid just a few days before. Not Emyli. If anything, she wanted to congratulate him. Langston watching for her reaction was something that she always enjoyed. She pulled on the corner of her bottom lip with her teeth, looking up at him with an expression that could only be desire. The combination of what he was doing with his hips and kissing her made Emyli press her lips harder into his, moaning a little as she went. Really, she had needed this. And apparently, so had he. In a flash both of their shirts were gone and he had wasted no time at all in finding her breasts. Her back arched a bit, bringing her breasts closer to him with a breath. The arm that had been hanging lazily over her head came up to grab a fistful of Langston's thick hair while the other one reached for the swell in his pants. She ran her hand over the material a couple of times before clumsily trying to unfasten them. Unbuttoning pants backwards with eyes closed is challenging enough, but add alcohol and marijuana to the mix and it could be just plain difficult.
But Emyli was used to it.
Once Langston's pants were undone, her hand was allowed enough purchase to slide behind the soft material of his underwear where she found him ready and wanting. "Missed you too," She let the words flow out of her mouth with a sly smile and a slight squeeze of her hand.