she what?

[break][break] his eyes widen.

[break][break] anguished sage-green shifts to a frozen emerald, as he takes in her words. her confession.

[break][break] his head is spinning - with everything she said and hasn't said - with the implications of what this could all mean. what the last three, no five years of his life had meant.

[break][break] "but you - ! " you left. you said you'd wanted to break up. you wanted nothing to do with me. "penny -"

[break][break] his voice breaks.

[break][break] "do you really mean that?"

[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]

Loneliness was a drug far deadlier than she could've imagined.
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She wondered, in that very moment, whether it contributed to this sudden rush of remembrance, or if all this time had just been a distraction for the only man she ever wanted.
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It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Not anymore.
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"That's why I didn't want to see you. Why I - I just couldn't."
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With her freed hand, she forcibly wiped the dribble of tears that collected at the corner of her eyes.
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"It hurt too much. It never stopped hurting."
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[attr="class","ooc"] ollie morales[break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

and suddenly it made sense.

[break][break] it all connected. the reason why she hadn't wanted to see him wasn't because she hated him, wasn't because she held a grudge so deep out of everything he'd done to fuck up her life. it wasn't because looking at him reminded him of everything that she wanted to forget, of every way that he made her hurt.

[break][break] it was because —

[break][break] "penny," he says softly. "i'm sorry."

[break][break] i'm stupid. i'm so fucking stupid.

[break][break] squeezing her hand with one of his, his free reaches up towards her face to cup her cheek. he wipes her tears away with a thumb.

[break][break] his emerald green gaze fixes on hers, his voice bleeding with meaning. with hurt. with understanding.

[break][break] "i've never stopped either."

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[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]

She faltered against his touch.
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Wide and vulnerable, her amber eyes stared back at him, transforming the once proud and spiteful councilwoman into a deer caught in headlights.
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For so long, she'd kept these feelings buried deep inside herself. Hopeful that, with time, they'd be forgotten completely. A memory lost to the wind. How foolish.
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She doesn't speak another word. Instead, her body tugged forward, looking to close what little space hung between them.
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[attr="class","ooc"] ollie morales[break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

he knows that he shouldn't — that this isn't the time. there was a time for them, and there will be a time for them, but this wasn't it.

[break][break] and yet - as verdant green meets anguished amber - he can't help it.

[break][break] they're connected in the same way that they were at the masquerade earlier that year, that they were and always would be, pulled towards each other as if on a fated red string.

[break][break] she falls towards him and he catches her, pulling her towards him. his hands slide up her cheeks and in an instant, his mouth closes over hers.

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[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]

It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
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Warmth pooled into her body with every desperate kiss shared, tugging her further into him until their bodies grew entangled and messy, a knot that could never be undone.
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"Ollie," she murmured, voice shuddering beneath his touch. How many nights had she dreamt of this? Of his strong arms around her shoulders, protective in the way she always loved.
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It was like they were 23 again: young and hopelessly in love. Fingers found their way back into the brown locks of his hair. They were just as she remembered them.
[break][break]
"I've missed you."

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[attr="class","ooc"] ollie morales[break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

years have passed and yet somehow it's all the same. being there with her, kissing her, makes it feel like he's in his twenties all over again.

[break][break] they fall into each other like it's the easiest thing in the world — and at least for ollie, it is.

[break][break] it's where he belongs.

[break][break] he surges into her and with every single dizzying kiss, he only becomes more and more addicted. to her, to her kisses, to everything that was PENELOPE LIVY and everything that he'd spent the better part of a year ignoring.

[break][break] ollie.

[break][break] she says his name and something about the way she says it sends something hot coiling in his stomach. he's breathless when she pulls away, and his heart squeezes at her words.

[break][break] "i missed you too," the words tumble out without a second thought, just as he presses another kiss to her mouth. his hands slide down her body, fingers tangled in the front of her shirt as he unbuttons it.

[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]

CIAN MAHER still held the key to her heart, there was no denying that. What she felt for him - what they shared together - was as true as anything else she felt. It was fun, fulfilling, and for a long time, Penelope truly believed he would be one to end it all. The person she'd spend the last years of life with, crowing on the stoop of their house, still watching tv and eating order-in tacos.
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But, if what they shared was considered love, Penelope held no clue as to how wrap her mind around ollie morales.
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It was terrifying.
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Since the beginning, her entire essence burned for his smile, for his hearty chuckle and dotting dimples. Ollie breathed life into her like it was the easiest thing in the world. As if it was what he was born to do.
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Rattled, the echoed sentiment swallowed her whole. What could've been, what should've been, what might still be able to be - the implications of every additional kiss left her mind in a haze.
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The future can wait, she whispered to herself, this is all that matters right now.
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The mouth of her shirt split open to his workings. Slowly, lovingly, her hand reached for his, bringing it inside, letting it rediscover what was once considered forbidden. The further they traveled, the deeper their kiss became, until she found herself idly playing with the ends of his shirt.
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[attr="class","ooc"] ollie morales [break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

it wasn't like there hadn't been other people in the three years they've been apart.

[break][break] as heartbroken as he was at their falling out, ollie wasn't so wholesome as to have given himself a chastity belt simply because things hadn't worked out between them.

[break][break] but no matter how many people he could've been with in his lifetime, none of them would ever hold a candle to PENELOPE LIVY . what was it they said about first loves? you never quite got over them. they were passionate and all-consuming, in both the best and worst of ways; they were as thrilling as soaring into the sky on his dragonite, and as devastating as plummeting straight down to the ground.

[break][break] however, in this moment, all he could think about was PENELOPE LIVY .

[break][break] he made sure that he was the only thing that she could think about too. his hand wandered, as he deepened each kiss and grew more heated with every passing moment. sure enough, he discards of his shirt just as she discards of hers. he rips it off his body in one-fell swoop, pulling away for a heartbeat only to go diving back in. he presses her against the couch, lips pressing against her jaw, her neck, and lower still. leaving marks as he went.

[break][break] his hand slides up to clutch her hand, intertwining them, as he brought himself back to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

[break][break] for a moment - he hesitates.

[break][break] "penny," he murmurs. "are you sure?"

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[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]

When Ollie touched her, when he kissed her, it wasn't electricity that sprouted, nor fire. Rather than the combustion of intensity most would allude to when reuniting with an old flame, Penelope felt the ease of washing familiarity. Like a warm wave pouring over her, she grew lost to its rhythmic pull, her eyes naturally fluttering close as it traveled lower down her body.
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Then, when she thought herself suffocated beneath its all-consuming rumble, he pulled away, and she couldn't deny the disappointment that slipped.
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"Ollie," she matched his murmur with one of her own. Detangling their fingers, she used one arm to gently prop herself up, then the other snaked around his neck, drawing him close enough to feel the tickle of his breath against her skin. "Don't you dare stop."
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Not after all this time. Not after all these months, years she'd spent waiting. ollie morales wasn't just her first love - there was more to it than that. More than words could ever begin to describe. "Please."
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[attr="class","ooc"] ollie morales[break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

it tugs at him, tiny pinpricks in his heart that are a reminder of his morals and justifications. he shouldn't be doing this; this isn't how he imagined things going. how he imagined them being together again.

[break][break] was he taking advantage of her?

[break][break] before the thought could trespass any further, however, she reaches for him. her fingers slide along his neck and tangle themselves in the back of his hair, as she pulls him towards him.

[break][break] and he falls, hopelessly, irretrievably, back towards her.

[break][break] ardent emerald locked onto burning amber.

[break][break] "okay," he whispers back. please. there's no choice - he has no choice. ollie captures her mouth with his lips once again, this time, more intimately than before. where before had been like falling back in sweet comfort, there was something rushed and needy in the way that he pursued her, passion racing through his heart. giving her everything that she needed, giving her all the parts of him that she wanted. that she craved.

[break][break] please.

[break][break] ollie morales could've never said no to PENELOPE LIVY . not in this universe, or any universe that they would have met. he loved her, in this lifetime, and every lifetime thereafter. he belonged to her.

[break][break] when they finished, he had he tucked into the crux of his arm. one elbow was bent as he looked affectionately down at her, brushing one strand of hair out of her face. he presses a kiss against her bare shoulder.

[break][break] "that was," he murmured. "amazing."

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[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]

During the honeyed hours of the night, passion blossomed between their melding bodies, drawing them closer to one another until discerning which limb belonged to who became a question neither looked to answer. For years and between the few men that strewn together her dating history, Penelope had longed for this. Longed for the very moment Ollie's arms might become hers and hers alone. And, it was with these packed thoughts spanning out those many lonely nights that Penelope indulged in the intimacy of his kisses, alluring touches, and warm breath against her tingling skin.
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By the end of it, Penelope was caught nestled in the crux of his arm, half-lidded eyes staring back up at him, with a dazed smile spilling the secrets of the pleasure she'd just experienced. There were no thoughts buzzing through her head - for once, silence had consumed her, allowing only this moment to enrapture her completely.
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"You're amazing," she teased, "not that you didn't already know that."

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[attr="class","ooc"] ollie morales[break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-ditto"]

it felt like returning home again.

[break][break] holding her in his arms, after all this time, felt as normal and natural as it ever felt back when they had been young and in love. willow atkins had been right — it was obvious to everyone, and to him, that he'd never gotten over PENELOPE LIVY. not really.

[break][break] did people ever get over their first loves?

[break][break] head fuzzy with pleasure from their night spent together, ollie looked at her with a lopsided, affectionate smile. one hand brushes against her cheekbones, brushing a stand from her hair and tucking it behind her ear. a hearty chuckle revebrates through him.

[break][break] "you're too kind to me, penny." a pause. "penpen."

[break][break] softer, as he brushes a thumb over her bottom lip.

[break][break] "is it okay to call you that?"

[attr="class","ooc"] PENELOPE LIVY [break]