"Is that all Jason?" Tyler asked, sighing. "Uhh..sure. Here's my number and the bottom one is my dads. Keep him updated on the men." Jason said, standing up.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
Macha took the slip with the phone numbers on it, standing as well.
Tyler stood up as well and walked Jason to the back door. "Go out here. Be careful."
Macha wasn’t sure whether or not to trust him, and she hadn’t liked the way she’d spoken to Tyler about the death of his father. Still, she wished him a safe journey back.
"Yeah okay. So long Maccchhhhhhaa." He grinned. Tyler glared at him and opened the door. "Get out."
Macha clenched her jaw, watching him leave. As soon as the door was closed behind him, she visibly relaxed against the wall.
"Ohhhmygoodd I hate him so MUCH!" Tyler exclaimed, collapsing onto the couch.
Macha plopped down next to him, thoroughly exhausted. “Agreed. Has he always been this bad?”
"Always." He grumbled, face down, his voice muffled by the couch.
Macha knelt on the floor, resting her chin on the couch right next to Tyler’s face.
Tyler turned his head towards hers. "Hi Maccccchhhaa." He dragged out her name, saying it like Jason did.
Macha groaned playfully, squeezing her eyes shut. “Thank god he’s gone.”
Tyler chuckled and kissed her briefly. "At least he came though.."
“That too.”, she muttered grudgingly. “Do you know how his father can do it?”
"He has people to help him. Very rich man. Doesn't do his own work."
Macha stifled a spark of anger. I’d there was one thing she hated, it was ridiculously rich people who made other people do their dirty work. “You said his name was Kinsky?”
"Jason Kinsky, yup." He sighed.
Macha echoed his sigh. After a moment she rubbed her eyes and stood up. “Let’s go eat.”
“Come here and kiss me first.” He said, smiling up at her.
Macha happily obliged, kneeling down again and taking his face into her hands before gently covering his mouth with hers.
Tyler kissed her back softly then pulled away a little. “That was nice. We should do it again sometime.”
“How about right now?”, she mumbled, pressing her lips to his again.
“Mm, that’s a good idea..” He murmured, returning the kiss gently.
Macha deepens the kiss, slowly coaxing him off the couch.
He slowly sat up and wrapped his arm around her neck.
Macha made the tiniest of noises against his mouth, surprising herself. She pulled back slightly. “Sorry.”
Tyler laughed and crushed his mouth against hers.
Macha’s heart surged, a warm feeling blossoming in her chest. She pulled herself into his lap (non sexually!), making sure his lips stayed on hers.
Tyler leaned back into the couch, bringing Macha with him, keeping his arm slung around her neck.
Macha pulled herself closer, kissing him lightly so that he would take charge. TylerTylerTyler.