[attr="class","mila2"] "mm, bumper cars?" she pauses for a moment, looking back and her eyes dart up to his, with a bit of heat. "i'd like to bump a thing or two with you, but maybe later." she winked.

[break][break] normally, mila knew that she and gunner didn't really do this. they weren't together, at least not in the real way. but after weeks of being without him, she couldn't help it. it was addicting and it made her want to dance at the edge of disaster, just a little bit more than usual.

[break][break] she pulled him towards one of the food carts, dragged towards it by the cloying smell of sweets.

[break][break] "buy one for me?" she asked, head tilted towards him, as one of her fingers pinched his t-shirt.

[break][break] 'hey! you cut the line!'

[break][break] little did she know, she'd pushed them all the way to the front of the line. when someone voiced their distress, her head snapped back towards them with a scowl.

[break][break] "so what?" she said hotly. "are you going to do something about it?"

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]
+ Be a troublesome customer.

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[attr="class","mila2"] "Good."

[break][break] She took pride in knowing that she drove him crazy, that she was the only one that could do that. Her lips curled into a smile as she watched him put back on his clothes, taking naked appreciation in the brief moments before he could put the rest of it on.

[break][break] Mila accepted his help too, slipping back on her shoes and tying on her sash albeit a little haphazardly. There wasn't a really a point in it, knowing that it'd probably be seconds before she'd have to undo it again.

[break][break] "Let's go home," she said, leaning against him as he pulled her close.

[break][break] A flicker of mischief as she looked up at him.

[break][break] "I'm not done with you yet."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]summer camp

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[attr="class","mila2"] He kisses her roughly, and she moans into his mouth, pushed against the tree that she'd just been holding him hostage against.

[break][break] When he slides in and their bodies meet, the feeling of ecstasy lances a bolt of lust and desire straight through her. He wastes no time in finishing what she started, not that she expected any less.

[break][break] In fact, she'd invited it. Teasing and dangling it in front of him until she knew he couldn't take it, and now he was rewarding her for her hubris. Fingernails scraped against the wood as he set a punishing pace, her back curved against his fingers, as if his touch brought her to life.

[break][break] "Gunner."

[break][break] Her voice broke into a moan as stars exploded behind her eyes seconds after he'd finished, his breath huffing against her ear as he leaned against her. A blissful feeling wrapped around her, whole and complete, even after he'd extracted himself from her. But before he could get too far away, she reached for him. Mila leaned up towards him for a tender kiss.

[break][break] "Looks like you couldn't wait either," she teased.

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]summer camp

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[attr="class","mila2"] she was mad at him.

[break][break] mad at him because he'd come back and more importantly, come back to her, only to find that he'd gotten bored again and was going on the amigo app. but she'd already screamed at him about it, already ripped her frustrations up in the air. there was only so much she could hold it against him, after all, when she'd done the very same thing.

[break][break] but it didn't mean that she couldn't be mad, but even when she was mad, she still missed him. the week after their fight, mila had dove into her work. she set up consultation after consultation, working herself to the brim, convincing herself that she was thrilled to work on these new designs and not have to be distracted by gunner while working.

[break][break] in a way, though, it was a good thing. she'd had a breakthrough on a design and the traveling carnival was the perfect way to celebrate it. and inviting Gunner Graves , after they'd fought and hadn't spoken about it since, had been the icing on top of the cake. a guilty pleasure that she couldn't quite admit to.

[break][break] her smile is dazzling when they meet, as she flounces up to him. perhaps a little bit frayed at the edges. she grabs his hand and tugs him through the crowd.

[break][break]"thank god you're here," she said. "i've been waiting forever."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves

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[attr="class","milaatop"]

[attr="class","milaa"]

talk about baggage.

[break][break] she blinks.

[break][break] "well. that sounds like you really need a drink."

[break][break] she points at it, this time her tone changing from playful to demanding.

[break][break] "drink."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Greyson Connors [break]
SLUMBER PARTY

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[attr="class","mila2"] With him all ready in front of her, Mila had no choice but to dive right in.

[break][break] Gunner had always been especially good at knowing her body, but the same went for her. They'd spent countless evenings like this — mornings too — together. With each delicious sound she pulled from his mouth, it only incentivized her to go further. Her tongue swirled expertly, without regard for anything else around them, holding his hips to keep him in place as he leaned back against the tree and let out a groan of satisfaction that lit another fire in her belly.

[break][break] She adored Gunner for more than this, but it was this that she knew she was good at. That they were good at.

[break][break] Greedily, eagerly, she chased after that high that she knew she could give him. The one that only she could give him, and no one else.

[break][break] Almost caught up in the moment, she didn't notice how far gone he was until he was tugging at her. Pulling her up. She looked up at him, wiping her mouth with a thumb. A grin smeared her face, eyes full of pride.

[break][break] She could see his frustration painted all over his face; it drew a laugh from her lips.

[break][break] "What? I wasn't good enough?"

[break][break] At the intricate knot at her back, she pulled. It fell to the floor easily, putting the rest of herself on display. A cold wind raced through her, but that wasn't the reason a shiver was sending goosebumps up her spine. It was the anticipation of what was to come.

[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]summer camp

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[attr="class","mila2"] Mine.

[break][break] The words caused a lance of desire to shoot through her, kissing him back with an urgency that was venomous.

[break][break] When it came to the two of them, him and her, there were few things that she could rely on. In fact, that was the toxicity of their relationship — there was nothing they could rely on, because at any moment, they could all fall into pieces. She could make him mad, he could make her mad, and they could be screaming at each other. They would always be trying to rip each other to shreds, emotionally or physically.

[break][break] It only happened now that it was the latter.

[break][break] Her wooden geta settled against the forest floor as he set her down, a laugh huffing out of her mouth at his admission. At his offer, however, she shook her head.

[break][break] "I don't want to wait."

[break][break] I can't wait.

[break][break] Quickly, Mila glanced beside her. The festival was still in full motion, the lights sparking in the distance. Suddenly, she reached out and firmly took a hold of his hand, her lips twisting into a mischievous smile. The touch of her warm skin against hers sent a thrill up her arm, sparks dancing behind her eyes like fireworks.

[break][break] "I have an idea."

[break][break] Tugging him along, Mila pulled him away even further from the festivities and into the dark of the forest. It was pretty much abandoned, with everyone enjoying the festival, and there wasn't going to be anyone that would bother them for miles. When she was sure they were a good enough distance away, she twirled around and pushed him against a tree, grinning at him.

[break][break] Her hands went to his waist, undoing his sash in a single motion. Fashion was Mila's expertise — she knew clothes, even intricate ones like these, like the back of her hand.

[break][break] She reached down for his pants, tugging it down with a firm motion. She looked up at him, eyes gleaming bright in the dark, before getting down on her knees before him.

[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]summer camp

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[attr="class","mila2"] they've always said it without words, the things that they mean to each other. but tonight is the first time that they are saying it to each other out loud, in the secrecy and safety of the moonlight around them.

[break][break] he presses another kiss against her, and she returns it in same. she slips her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss with an urgency that she can't explain into words. her breath overlaps over his, her fingers sliding against his scalp and tugging them closer together.

[break][break] "i wouldn't be either," she breathes back.

[break][break] she leaps into his arms, legs wrapping around him with a confidence that can only come with years of knowing each other, of bodies that are so in-tune with one another that they are built to react. gunner is everything to her and nothing all at once; they are tugged together by an invisible string that mila knows that she can't avoid, that she hasn't been able to avoid, no matter how hard she tried.

[break][break] there was no one else for her. no one else who could hurt her like he had, no one else she'd rathered be vulnerable with.

[break][break] between urgent kisses, she utters it. their secret words.

[break][break] "gunner, you're —" everything to me "— mine."

[break][break] when she kisses him back this time, it's with an urgency like no other. an absolute need to show him what she meant — not just in words, but in actions.

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]summer camp

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[attr="class","mila2"] everything between her and Gunner Graves had always been full of fiery passion, whether it be fraught with tension or a carnal urge. it was always something that was all-consuming and unavoidable, like a flame that threatened to swallow her whole and simultaneously push her over the edge.

[break][break] but the way that he kissed her now — the way that he'd been kissing her ever since he'd come back from that "mission" of his - was sweet and tender. she felt herself melt into his grip, addicted to the warmth that he provided as she pressed against him. her fingers tangled in his hair, mouth opening to him.

[break][break] the feeling of his stubble against her cheek, to the tender heat of his hands on her. her heart fluttered.

[break][break] "i didn't realize how much you meant to me until i thought i'd lost you forever."

[break][break] 'you didn't lose me,' she wanted to say back but didn't. 'you always had me.'

[break][break] 'i won't leave again,' she wanted to say but didn't.

[break][break] in the quiet dark of the forest, with the fireflies blinking around them, she could admit it to herself.

[break][break] 'i love you.'

[break][break] the words were right there, settled in her throat like a butterfly without it's wings. she could say it, say it right now, and things would change forever. she could say it and she could fix him.

[break][break] or she could ruin them.

[break][break] instead, her hands slipped to cup his face. her eyes met his.

[break][break] "gunner," she murmured. "you're important to me too."

[break][break] "the way i feel about you," she said as she tangled her hands once again in his hair, tugging her towards him. "i've never felt about anyone else."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves [break]summer camp

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