/ come and get it

[layla sinclair]

layla had been counting down. her heart raced in her chest, but she tried not to let the anticipation get to her, it was a little too hot for a full fur coat to begin with and panicking wasn't going to help. there's was nothing sexy about sweating through your agent provocateur lingerie. or least before stevie got his hands on her anyway. if bianca had ever taught her anything, it was that men couldn't turn down a girl who was naked underneath a fur coat. she'd also taught her a myriad of things like how to substitute diet pills for food effectively, or how to shoplift discretely for the hell of it, but this was probably the only thing layla had ever listened too. lukas used to love this trick, usually in a twisted way where he would force layla to spend the night naked underneath a trench or fur coat before he would come home and unwrap her, and she would spend uncomfortable nights trying to keep it together and not get too embarrassed when people tried to politely take her coat. of course this was different. stevie was different. he was a dream come true. layla had never met a man as sweet or as doting as him, he was nothing but kind and his compliments made her blush from her head to her toe, because they were so sincere it was nothing she had experienced before. she got butterflies just thinking about it. she hadn't felt like this about a boy in so long that it almost took her by surprise. especially with her visits to lukas, and her busy schedule. even though lukas wasn't around anymore, he was still on layla's mind. still promising her the world one day and calling her horrible, cruel names the next. every week he still managed to break her heart a little somehow but she couldn't stop myself from going back again. maybe stevie could change that, maybe with him in her life she wouldn't have to fill that hole in her life with lukas anymore. she paced, fanning the thick pure white mink her mother had given her as a 16th birthday present, despite the fact that back then she had strongly vegan at the time and very against fur. layla wasn't sure why she had ever even kept it. maybe she knew that it was only a phase, or maybe she was just too excited that for once bianca had remembered her birthday, even though it was a week late. at least it was in the right month. layla heard a knock at the door and her heart leapt to her throat. she opened the fur to reveal the lingerie underneath and took one last look of approval before she answered the door. layla took a deep breath, straightening her back, putting her shoulders back and sucking in her stomach a little more before wrapping the fur back around her and rushing to the front door. she had a speech, and quickly she ran through it in her head, killing some time before she answered the door so she didn't seem as eager as she really was. she took a deep breath and another quick knock came and she dived for the door handle, opening the door quickly before composing herself and smiling at the handsome southern charmer at her front door. "hey there handsome" she purred, opening the door wide and gesturing for him to come inside. he smiled and came inside, wishing her a hello return in that accent of his and she closed the door behind him. she took a deep breath again, straightening her back, sucking in her stomach and putting her shoulders back to stick out her chest. "are you ready for your treat?" she purred, as he turned around to face her and she shrugged the thick fur coat off her shoulders to reveal the lacy lingerie underneath. "surprised?" she chuckled, as she stepped forward towards him and slung her arms around his neck. "i figured since you had to leave to suddenly the other night i would have to thank you now. i hope you don't mind..." she was turning up her sex appeal, trying to channel all the seductive and beautiful women she had played on screen, trying to steal their confidence and their casual grace. stevie hestiated, obviously taken by surprise and she leant up on her teetering manolo's to meet his lips, as her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. TAGGED: @stevie WEARING: sexyyy NOTES: poor poor layla.

    

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He buttoned the last button on his clean and ironed navy shirt, before messing with his hair a little more in the mirror. He had promised Layla he'd be over soon, though he couldn't help but feel a slight ache within the depths of his stomach, every time he thought of going over. It was unusual, but Stevie tried to brush it off as mere hunger pangs from his lack of food in the last few hours. He had mentioned to Layla they'd have a fun movie and dinner night, Stevie loving to entertain the sweet socialite he pretty much like family. Though young and fairly still innocent, she had always kept up with him and their friendship was one Stevie definitely cherished since he moved to Los Angeles. And though they had faced some awkward moments, especially with Harvin Meyers, Stevie's ex-girlfriend, coming to town, and Stevie desperately using Layla as a shield from his bitter ex-girlfriend, the outcome had been better than he expected. Layla didn't hate him for using her to keep Harvin at bay, and now they were going back to their normal routine. A nice and relaxing Sunday night, with no worries. Just good and harmless fun. Humming to the music blasting from the stereo in his car, Stevie finally pulled up to Layla's place and parked his car. He then grabbed the brown grocery bags he brought, all ingredients for his Italian meal he was going to surprise her with. After hearing the beeping noise of the Mercedes locking behind him, he walked up the steps and then after shuffling his bags around to get a free hand, he knocked on the door. He waited a few seconds, and then when the door opened, he smiled warmly at Layla. "Well hey there, missy," he drawled, before stepping inside and putting his bags down on the floor to stretch out his arms a bit. When he turned back to her, he quirked a brow a little at her attire, knowing good and well it was not nearly cold enough for a large fur coat. Even in her home. In fact, it was still sweltering outside. But before he could question it, she began walking towards him and mentioned his surprise. He had almost forgotten about the surprise, thinking she had only been teasing him before. But he half-smiled and nodded. "You know it, so what's--" Before he could finish his sentence, she had stripped off her fur coat, dropping it to the floor and was now standing in the most risqué lingerie. His eyes widened. Normally, he would had salivated at seeing a gorgeous girl stripping for him. Truthfully, her bra would have already been off by the time she spoke again. But this... this was Layla. And Stevie's mind was buzzing wildly as he stood their shocked, not understanding what had just happened, or what was going on. He couldn't even speak, unable to get out his confusion before she was upon him, body pressed against his, arms slinked around his neck.. And then it happened. And When it happened, he immediately felt asthmatic. Blood rushed to his face and his cheeks burned, as did the rest of his body. He couldn't breathe. Her soft lips were on his, and he could feel her hands running along first the back of his neck, and then areas he quickly shrunk back at, completely. He pushed her back, not hard, but enough to show his distaste for what was going on. "Layla, what the f- What the hell are you doing?" He blurted out sharply, the alarm and confusion setting in quickly. His hands went up, as he slowly backed away and shook his head. What was she doing? And then his mind went to Harvin's words, and his stomach ached. She had said she could read Layla's feelings for him all over her face, and normally Stevie was quite good at reading girls too. But he had already apologized for the kiss last time, telling her it was all just to get Harvin off their backs. Which was the truth, and she had seemed to accept that. He never came on to her since he met her in a manner that suggested he wanted more. And he had always told her too that she was like a sister to him, even mentioning it to her father when they all had dinner.. And yet, here they were. Stevie feeling a mixture of confusion and irritation, finally backed up enough that he could rest his back against the back of her couch, a crutch he was glad was far more sturdy than he and his legs were right about now. TAGGED:layla sinclair WEARING: Buttoned shirt, jeans and loafers. NOTES: </3

[layla sinclair]

layla would have been lying if she didn't admit she had been planning this for a while, she'd be lying to if she hadn't dreamt about the outcome. if she hadn't been excited at the idea of meeting his mother or having him hang out with her and her father. it had been so long since layla had taken a boy home to meet her father, she had to settle the nerves as they had made their plans. she kept her fingers crossed that his mother would like her and had been mentally scolding herself for bad posture and poor etiquette that his mother, the pageant coach, might pick up on. she wanted desperately for stevie's mother to like her, especially after talking to harvin and knowing how serious they had once been, how she had once been a beauty queen and she was probably stevie's mothers first choice for a daughter in law, and layla couldn't blame her. stevie had warned her against it but she had spent every moment since their meeting mentally comparing herself to harvin, and each and every time layla came up short in so many ways. she couldn't help herself, really. layla was always going to be the girl that never thought enough of herself, but when a girl, or rather a woman, that was so strong and confident and successful in life was standing in front of you it was hard not to fall short. she was beautiful, she was rich and she was accomplished in all the ways that layla wasn't. she had history with stevie that she knew she couldn't compete with, regardless of whether it was bad or good. layla wasn't sure whether she had wanted to run off the bathroom and cry or try and be her best friend, and hope that perhaps some of her beauty and confidence could rub off onto her. but then there was the kiss. it changed everything, and suddenly layla didn't feel like the third wheel anymore, she felt like she belonged. she felt like stevie was choosing her. he could have any woman he wanted, more specifically, he could have harvin at the drop of a hat but he chose layla and she could still feel her heart pick up speed at the thought of it. it was a very sweet and chaste way of kicking off a relationship though, one that layla wasn't quite used to, so now she couldn't help but want to kick it up a notch and show him that while layla may be nervous and meek sometimes, she was a tiger in the bedroom, she was confident where it counted. she took his silence as awe and let herself into his arms, desperate for his compliments on her choice of lingerie, eager to have him take them off her. she'd been dreaming about this for weeks, finally taking one of these innocent movie nights and doing what she actually wanted with him. his kiss wasn't as eager as the other night, and she was a little taken back, but not as much as she was when he pushed her away from him.  she stumbled in her tall heels, righting herself and she tried to close the gap between them again, concern on her face as to what could possibly be wrong. if anything was wrong at all, that is, she straightened her shoulders and smiled up at him, in case he merely wanted a better look at her in the expensive lacy underwear. but that wasn't it at all. she could see the confusion and alarm in his face, she heard the harsh words that caught her off guard. immediately her stomach somersaulted with nerves, but a part of her wasn't completely ready to give up on her attempt. he had chosen her, right? he had kissed her instead of harvin that night, he had proved that he wanted to be with her. he had apologised for being so abrupt and for being so public about it, but  she hadn't cared an ounce, because he had finally felt the same way for her as she did for him.  "this is your surprise.." she giggled, "i hope you weren't expecting me to cook for you or something as your surprise, because you would be sorely disappointed. but i didn't think you would be disappointed in this..." she teased, but stevie was putting his hands up and backing up to the couch for something to lean against, and immediately layla saw the truth in the situation. colour rose to her cheeks as the tears welled in her eyes. she stood there stupidly wearing nothing but a few strategic pieces of lace, but she refused to let them fall. she brushed them away swiftly, refusing to let his confusion and shock deter her. no man could turn down a woman that's half naked underneath a fur coat, her mother had told her once and today would not be an exception to that. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to surprise you." she apologised softly, picking up her fur coat and wrapping it loosely around her shoulders. he could still see everything underneath, but it was making it all a little less obvious. "let me make it up to you.." all of her lines were out of a old romance novels, cheesy and overused, but she couldn't help but imagine herself as a 50's starlet, irresistible and seductive, as she closed the gap between them again and let the fur slip down one shoulder as she walked, giving him teasing glimpses. TAGGED: @stevie WEARING: sexyyy NOTES: because i have to torture her some more....

    

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Stevie was confused. So confused that he almost wondered if this time around, he was really being punked. None of this added up, and as he watched Layla react to his words, he stared at her in astonishment as she seemed to rebound back like elastic. He could see a small hint of confusion on her own face, perhaps even hurt, but she pulled away from those feelings so fast and came back at him.. And he was dumbfounded. It made Stevie retrace his past steps, his past moves and moments with Layla and wonder if there were any times he or even she gave off hints of wanting more. But Stevie couldn't see any on his part, as he almost felt too weird to think of the 21 year old as anything more than a sister. He was almost 30 years old, the age gap far too big for his liking, and to be honest, it almost seemed completely inappropriate. Of course there were plenty of people who believed age didn't matter, and he knew of girls even younger than Layla who were dating people ten or even fifteen years older than them. But Stevie was old fashioned, and he just couldn't get past the age. Especially when he could see it in the girls faces. He shouldn't have kissed her that night. It was obvious now, and he knew it would haunt him too, knowing he helped possibly ruin a friendship over his hasty need to keep his ex-girlfriend at bay. Though he couldn't understand Layla's attraction to him at the same time, not when there were plenty of guys closer to her age to go after. He wondered if he was just too kind to her, but that couldn't be it, could it? Stevie knew he was a natural flirt, but he couldn't pinpoint a time where he was out of line with her. The whole situation just brought him back to that kiss, and he shook his head. She almost seemed like a woman possessed now, unable to take a hint, and it bothered Stevie on multiple levels. On one level he knew he played some part in this misunderstanding, and he'd have to deal with it, but the other, he couldn't help feel was all on Layla. The girl had a terrible track record with men, even for a girl so young, and she always seemed so desperate for attention, it made Stevie a little sick and worried for her. He had wanted to help her before, help her get back on the right track and for her to know she didn't need these messy relationships, nor did she need to jump into something new without weighing her options. Even being single was okay. But she seemed so desperate for love, and he could tell it stemmed from the lack she probably felt from her mother and whatever else went on in her complicated family history. But right now she was pushing herself on him in ways that made him far too uncomfortable to even play nice anymore. He just couldn't do it. And that's when Stevie Evans snapped. "Layla, fucking stop. Jesus christ," he said. He frowned at her after pushing her back again when she came too close. "I come over for a normal night in with you, as friends, and you go stripping for me? Why?" He shook his head. "I don't like you like that Layla, i've told you this countless times. I only see you as a sister, and the fact that you can't seem to grasp that, is confusing the hell outta me." He didn't want to hurt her, but he wanted to get everything across that he needed to, because he knew she needed to hear it. Especially since he apparently wasn't as clear before. "That kiss at the event, I told you it was only to get Harvin off our backs. So you could enjoy your day. And you acknowledged it, so I thought nothing of it. But I realize right now, it was the wrong move on my part. And i'm fucking sorry, Layla. I am. I don't want to hurt you, you've been like family to me since I came out here. But I thought you realized we'd never be more than what we are now. Not to mention I'm far too old for you, it just can't work, okay?" He sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck, hoping his words wouldn't set her off crying. That was the last thing he wanted. TAGGED: layla sinclair WEARING: Buttoned shirt, jeans and loafers. NOTES: He killed it too, ohh such an idiot boy.

[layla sinclair]

she felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach, every word he said crushed her a little bit more and she fought back tears as she hastily tugged the fur coat tightly around her, hiding her revealing underwear and trying to keep what little dignity she still had. he didn't mean to be harsh or cruel, but it didn't make his words hurt any less. how could she have gotten this wrong? how could she had ignored what he had apparently made so obvious. maybe she was naive, but that kiss didn't seem innocent or unintentional to her, she was missing the where him spending night after night with her or cooking her dinner wasn't flirting. she missed the part where he could possibly be too old for her. layla had always been a touch unconventional when it came to dating and if she was honest she always wanted boys she couldn't have, but she never for a moment thought that stevie was one of them. he was always so sweet and kind, it turned her stomach to know that she let herself be flattered and charmed by a man that had no intentions of dating her. she felt like once again, she had failed when it came to love. it was no surprise, really. she was used to it, but it didn't make it hurt any less. her chest tightened and she tried to stifle the tears that brimmed in her eyes. she didn't want him to see her cry, she didn't want him to feel bad and take her in his arms and make herself hurt with longing. or even worse, she didn't want him to see her cry and for him to do nothing. for him to be so repulsed by her that he couldn't even share the closeness they once had. no man could turn down a woman in a fur coat and lingerie. bianca had probably never taken into account that her daughter seemed to repel men like the plague. he pushed her back but she was already shying away from him, her mind in overdrive on how she could escape, of how she desperately wanted to see lukas, no matter how irrational it sounded. she couldn't even be upset with him really, it was all her fault. she nodded along with his attempts at excuses, at reasoning, her shoulders bowing in shame, her fingers dug tightly into the soft fur, pulling it around her tighter and tighter. she ducked her face to hide her disappointment, nodding like a schoolgirl being scolded, not like a young woman being rejected. "oui," she said softly, the hurt in her voice obvious, her accent thicker then it had been. "i understand, you don't have to keep going." she honestly just wanted him to stop. to stop pointing out her flaws and her brutual honesty of just how stupid she was to think that he would want her. "i understand perfectly." she sighs softly, her finger fidgeting with the fur. unsure of what had to happen now. did they just pretend this never happened and carry on with dinner? layla couldn't miagine having the endure the awkward silences that would fill the night instead of their usual easy chatter and the kind of comfortableness that made her adore him in the first place. "i think it's best if you go..." she said softly. she didn't want to be rude, but she couldn't imagine having to endure her humiliation in front of him, she just wanted to be alone. "i'd hate to keep you." she threw in as a polite excuse to allow him an extra opportunity to escape but in her hurt tones, it sounded more like an accusation. and layla wasn't sorry about it for a moment. TAGGED: @stevie WEARING: sexyyy NOTES: poor rejected little layla.

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He had been too harsh. And the consequences would now reveal themselves. Layla stood there before him, and he could see her struggling to cover herself in a fit of uncomfortableness that he had put her in. Well, she had put herself in it, if Stevie wanted to be completely honest, but somewhere along the way he had made mistakes and in her mind, she probably thought all along he was just leading her on, and slamming her in the friends zone. And knowing that, Stevie felt drenched in guilt. It pained him to look upon her as she slowly crumbled in front of him, and he didn't know what to say or do now, after his continuous word vomit that his frustration had led him to. Now it was like he was drained of words, or really, the right words to say. He wanted to make this better, or if he could, make it disappear. Rewind even, to all the parts where he had unintentionally made wrong moves, so he could fix them. Anything that could not make this situation as painful and now awkward as it was. He watched her mumble and agree along the way, her words now quiet and that sparkle he often saw in her eyes when they talked, now gone. She stood there looking meek with her head lowered, and he had a hard time swallowing just looking at her. He wondered if there was ever a chance that a woman and man could coexist as friends without ever having some romantic feelings for one another. Or really, even physically. And it could last. Stevie knew Layla was attractive, he'd be an idiot to not think so, but he just couldn't see himself with the young girl. It was nothing against her, it was just.. how it was. Stevie's mind wandered as he tried to find the right words that could explain this, but he came up short every time. So instead, he tried to do some damage control. As much as he could before this got any worse. "Layla.. I'm sorry. I really am. And I know you probably don't want to believe me, but this wasn't my intention.. Or how I saw the night going." He paused and folded his arms across his chest, once he realized that reaching out to her right now would probably make her shy away more. But he made his arms loose, trying not to give off a stiff and uncomfortable posture. He didn't want them to end on this awkward and bad note, but when he opened his mouth once more, she ended up taking over. I think it's best if you go... she said. And his heart hurt. "Layla.. " he uttered quietly, but when she retorted that she didn't want to keep him, he knew he needed to leave. Staying any longer right now would just make matters worse. And he was sure the last thing she wanted right now was him sounding like a broken record with his apologies. Even though that was exactly what he wanted to do, regardless. He wanted her to forgive him so they could go back to normal, but he was thinking too soon as always. And he just had to accept that this could take a while. With a sigh and a nod, he leaned down to pick up the groceries he brought, but instead of taking them with him, he put them on her kitchen counter. "For another time.." he said hopefully, while looking her way, before rubbing the back of his neck as he walked past her and out the front door. When the door closed behind him, Stevie didn't stop. He continued down the stairs until he reached his car, and once inside, that was when he let everything overwhelm him. He felt like a complete asshole, and he groaned, practically honking the horn with his forehead as he beat himself up over it all. And for twenty minutes he sat inside his car in front of her place, just wondering where he had gone wrong. After half an hour though, he took one last look at her place, sighing as he imagined the torn Layla inside, then started up his car and pulled out into the street. They both needed some time to think, and maybe soon, they'd be able to talk about all this once more. But tonight, was just not the night. TAGGED: layla sinclair WEARING: Buttoned shirt, jeans and loafers. NOTES: )':