PICTURE PROMPT MEME

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Picture Prompt Meme

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CHARACTER NAME | CANON (optional) | PERMANENT/VISITOR
(ex: Luke Skywalker | Star Wars | Visitor
or:
Luke Skywalker | Visitor )

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[fucking_kavinsky]

[They're not as good as his dream drugs, nothing ever will be and he wishes she could have felt those instead of this, but these are good enough for now. They're good enough to feel something different and that's all that really matters here anymore.

Veronica is definitely something different, too. She's a really good kisser, and not so fucked up that Kavinsky has to drag her along. He finds himself enjoying it, even if he wishes it was someone else. The more they kiss though, the more he finds that he's okay with this being Veronica instead. It's not like he wasn't trying to bag her anyway.

He keeps one hand where it is, the other he moves to her ass to draw her in closer, his eyes hazy when she pulls away. He presses against her let when it goes sliding between his and he bites at her lip, tugging. ]

Lucky for you I'm a damn good teacher. You wanna go inside?

[sophistication]

[ Kissing Kavinsky is something that comes far too easily -- then again, Veronica supposes that she's more used to kissing boys like him than good boys-next-door like Archie Andrews. Boys like Kavinsky are more appropriate for her, he's a broken and damaged thing just like she is. Each of them with their own set of secrets, scars, and stories that they keep heavily guarded. Veronica talks about New York, and she talks about Riverdale, but all the tales are the good memories. The nights at the drive-in watching old movies, midnight milkshakes in the corner booth at Pop's, after-hours parties with exclusive guest lists, handsome red-heads, perfect blondes, and their beautifully brooding self-proclaimed weirdo.

She leaves out the murder, the lies, the deceit, the father who was the center of her world and ultimately betrayed her. The mother who did hardly any better.

She gasps softly against Kavinsky's mouth when he pulls her in close, her lips lifting into a mischievous grin when his teeth take a hold of the lower one. Her fingers tighten briefly in his hair as she forces him down for another kiss that's all fiery passion and very little coordination -- Kavinsky's drugs make everything feel so much more intense, but don't do much for Veronica's bearings. The world feels a little tilted and she clings to Kavinsky out of more than just need. It feels like he's the only stable thing currently, the only thing that isn't slightly off its axis. ] I can't promise I'll be a good student, though.

[ Her voice is a low purr fueled by arousal, the denim of her shorts riding up underneath Kavinsky's hand until she can feel his fingertips against her skin and the fire that they leave burning in their wake. ]

What's inside? [ And it's amazing how well Veronica Lodge can feign innocent curiosity with her thigh pressing against Kavinsky's semi, her lips ghosting just above his, and his hand gripping tightly onto her ass. ]

[fucking_kavinsky]

[ Maybe that's why he finds her company less irritating than most girls he's ever been around. They're the same kind of broken in some ways, even if they're from two different kinds of worlds. His memories are not so good, but the better ones all come with blue eyes, a black beemer and combat boots, even if they're muddled out by so many other things and memories he's still trying to forget.

He's still thinking about Ronan when he kisses her, but only because that stupid boy is always in the back of his head. The more the drugs settle into his system though, the easier it is to push his face away and think of Veronica instead. She never makes him explain himself and she always comes back. Kavinsky tends to like that in people. ]

That's okay, I mostly like 'em bad.

[He grins and kisses her again, squeezing her ass, letting his fingers travel under whatever fabric he can get into as he pulls her away from the side of the house and starts walking backwards, shoving them through some bouncing people]

What's inside? Your first lesson. Unless you want it out here, but that gross guy over there's already checking out your ass. You wanna give him a show?