inviteonlysws | (no subject)

Shouldn't watch that thing. Television rots the brain.

(I'm coming over, yeah?)

That obvious I need you, is it?

Would it be wrong to say wishful thinking?

Think of it like this. I watched the programme about brothers and sisters in love, ~~crying~~ while lying here wearing your shirt (which I stole before you left and you didn't notice) and smoking your favorite cigarettes because they sort of smell like you.

Wishful thinking? No.

Odd to think that same sentence from me would be grounds for seeing a psychiatrist. Though I'm certain I'd look lovely in your shirts, dear sister.

I'll come round in the morning and you can smell the real thing, yeah? We'll have a proper mingle.

Well, I've already been to one. About time you had your turn.

I hope mingling involves you fucking me til I can't think straight. For that, I'll gladly take this shirt of yours off.

That's precisely the implication.

And yes, I think we'd both prefer you nude.

Good. I miss you.

And by saying that, I guess you miss me, too.

I do, in fact. You know me pretty well.

And on that note: wanna fuck?

Phone sex isn't my style. Pretty fucking boring without penetration, in my opinion.

We'll see when you get here.

You cut me deep.

So shagging a chick? Not a goer after all?

No. It went. Quite well, actually. I've even got the photographic evidence you requested.

And before you ask, I'm not sending them to you because your mates at uni don't need to see me in a porno.

This better not all be a hoax to get me on the midnight train.

You don't want to see me sooner? Now who's cutting who?

And it's all true.

Oh, sod off. I'm packing as we speak.

Predictably. I knew it.

Let's make a bet. How long til you get in the door of the house d'you think it'll take for us to fuck? Mum actually being home not withstanding.

Bets rendered invalid should you get impatient and we fuck out of doors.

Well there's one thing we've never done before. ... Have we?

And you'll get impatient before me. I'm actually in possession of some self control.

~~Spain? Bloody verses are confusing.~~ Drugs are powerful, love. Can't say I know.

That's a new development. [*totally knows she's right*]

Would be a shame if we didn't remember. Might just have to recreate it. Sober.

Fuck you, you wanker. I'd make that the new bet, but your little visit is too fucking short to waste time like that. Unless you stay longer...

Sober. That's a damn good proposition.

And you know me. I'd say I'm a fan of making things last.

Wait-- there was that time in Spain. Topless beach. But we definitely not sober. So. Still a go.

... How long?