when you say words a lot they don't mean anything
untitled to remember you better
chan marshall (cat power)/ paul banks (interpol)
pg-13; 525 words; ♥
"-he confesses to a crush on Chan Marshall (a.k.a. Cat Power)"
and that's all the inspiration i needed.
i can make you satisfied in everything you do
elliott smith, "angeles"
-
“dear lord,” comes a whisper from the chaotic entanglement of sheets, “please tell me you are not playing video games this late at night.”
he snorts and continues his duel with the digital character.
“it's fucking four thirty in the morning. don't you have a show tonight?”
“nope,” to be honest, he hadn't thought she would have woken up seeing as she should be worn out from the past few hours. he feels a smug look tugging at his lips with that thought.
he hears more grumbles and movement, but he doesn't bother to turn and look. he was almost finished with the level anyway.
she stumbles out sleepily, legs still weak but she won't let him know that. he was a cocky enough ass already.
she takes the few steps into the pitiful excuse for a kitchen, shuffling around gathering everything she needs to make her much needed caffeine fix. she distractedly scratches her head and tries to awaken all the brain cells she has left.
“henry the eighth i am, i am, i got married to the widow next door"
he hears her soft voice over the lull of his game and feels a contented smile manifest on his face. he gets up, moving with slow but steady movements, and comes up behind her. she gives him a funny look over her shoulder but continues her singing and her actions.
“she's been married seven times before...”
“that's herman's hermits right?”
she nods, “yep.”
she pours two cups and together they step out onto the balcony.
“what kind you got tonight?”
he pulls out a pack of camel lights and she makes a face but takes one anyway.
“if you don't want one, don't take one. god forbid i force you to do anything you don't want to.”
she sticks her tongue out at him and lights up while he does the same.
they sit in comfortable silence for a while, taking in the feel of the city and of each other.
she slides her feet on top of the table and she knows his gaze is drawn to all the skin she's showing.
she hadn't bothered with underwear when she had gotten up.
“hey paul?”
he jumps slightly, the images going through his head far too distracting.
“what chan?”
she flicks her cigarette and says slowly, forming the words with her mouth as to annunciate each syllable.
“let's perform together.”
paul gives her an odd look. “why?”
she blows a smoke ring in his face, a trick he had taught her.
“why not?”
he stands then moves toward her, placing a hand on each arm of her chair, and leans in close to her ear causing her to shiver from his proximity. there was something hiding in his presence that always gave her the feeling of something just waiting to pounce.
his breath is on her neck and she feels a blush coming.
“sure,” he whispers against her hair, “let's have a show together.”
she smiles, then moans because his lips are teasing her neck and she knows that her cup of coffee isn't the only thing keeping her awake anymore.
enough.
chan marshall (cat power)/ paul banks (interpol)
pg-13; 525 words; ♥
"-he confesses to a crush on Chan Marshall (a.k.a. Cat Power)"
and that's all the inspiration i needed.
i can make you satisfied in everything you do
elliott smith, "angeles"
-
“dear lord,” comes a whisper from the chaotic entanglement of sheets, “please tell me you are not playing video games this late at night.”
he snorts and continues his duel with the digital character.
“it's fucking four thirty in the morning. don't you have a show tonight?”
“nope,” to be honest, he hadn't thought she would have woken up seeing as she should be worn out from the past few hours. he feels a smug look tugging at his lips with that thought.
he hears more grumbles and movement, but he doesn't bother to turn and look. he was almost finished with the level anyway.
she stumbles out sleepily, legs still weak but she won't let him know that. he was a cocky enough ass already.
she takes the few steps into the pitiful excuse for a kitchen, shuffling around gathering everything she needs to make her much needed caffeine fix. she distractedly scratches her head and tries to awaken all the brain cells she has left.
“henry the eighth i am, i am, i got married to the widow next door"
he hears her soft voice over the lull of his game and feels a contented smile manifest on his face. he gets up, moving with slow but steady movements, and comes up behind her. she gives him a funny look over her shoulder but continues her singing and her actions.
“she's been married seven times before...”
“that's herman's hermits right?”
she nods, “yep.”
she pours two cups and together they step out onto the balcony.
“what kind you got tonight?”
he pulls out a pack of camel lights and she makes a face but takes one anyway.
“if you don't want one, don't take one. god forbid i force you to do anything you don't want to.”
she sticks her tongue out at him and lights up while he does the same.
they sit in comfortable silence for a while, taking in the feel of the city and of each other.
she slides her feet on top of the table and she knows his gaze is drawn to all the skin she's showing.
she hadn't bothered with underwear when she had gotten up.
“hey paul?”
he jumps slightly, the images going through his head far too distracting.
“what chan?”
she flicks her cigarette and says slowly, forming the words with her mouth as to annunciate each syllable.
“let's perform together.”
paul gives her an odd look. “why?”
she blows a smoke ring in his face, a trick he had taught her.
“why not?”
he stands then moves toward her, placing a hand on each arm of her chair, and leans in close to her ear causing her to shiver from his proximity. there was something hiding in his presence that always gave her the feeling of something just waiting to pounce.
his breath is on her neck and she feels a blush coming.
“sure,” he whispers against her hair, “let's have a show together.”
she smiles, then moans because his lips are teasing her neck and she knows that her cup of coffee isn't the only thing keeping her awake anymore.
enough.