MuteMath || All Or Nothing

Aligning stars that you wait for
Always know if you’re holding back
Don’t slow yourself down any more

(Source: sexysociety)

okok on the bed

adelerouge:

ondrejmfischer:

When Adele and the dogs steal the bed…

As if you couldn’t fit in with us too…

Mmhm. I thought I was a cover hog

(Source: mychemicalfate)

When Adele and the dogs steal the bed…

Sunset last night.

jackspringer:

Working on one of these today. 

You build bikes?

I think Fitz is jealous from all the attention Wes is giving Khal Drogo.

OOC: thank you welches gods of jellies and jams

That doth enfold and touch thee all about || Adrej

adelerouge:

It was a long flight home to New York, especially since she had been able to watch his plane take off from her boarding gate, knowing he would beat her home but it was with a warm pit of happiness in her stomach that she realized at least it was her home now too. Having to chuckle as she imagined the celebrating happening on that flight she slipped into a chair and waited. The whole flight was consumed with thinking about him, about the sudden change in her life. It was almost disorientating how quickly things had happened, how easily she had given up her freedom, her suite and happily too. With a rueful smile she realized if he slipped his hand in hers and kept eye contact, she probably would have happily walked into hell and smiled while she burned. It had been a struggle since day one, not to give in to her sexual nature and being with Ondrej and now especially living with him, were no easier on her but instead of torture it was like she knew it was going to be worth every step, all the restlessness and nights waking up from incredibly vivid dreams. Ondrej was a gentleman, but he did it without making her feel as if she was wrong or dirty for talking about things.

As soon as the plane touched down in New York, the warm heat inside her was starting to burn a bit hotter and hotter and she started rushing, rushing off the plane, rushing to get her bag from the collection point, running to get a cab and her foot tapped in excitement the whole way until it finally arrived at the suites. Using the mirror in the elevator to fix up her make up and fluff her hair, she was just getting out her keys to the place when the door opened and she looked up in surprise. Lips opening she started to form the few Czech words to string together ‘You played amazingly..’ but as he pushed her backwards, she caught sight of the tie and the book and a smile broke out onto her lips, taking the fabric from him with a chuckle. ‘What.. what are you up too?’ Taking one last look up at him she tied it around her eyes so it was secure and in the darkness she reached out to touch his hip to balance herself. She knew enough Czech to string some of the words together in her mind, her heart doing twisted painful flips when she realized he was reciting Keats to her. Blinking rapidly behind the tie, she slipped her hand around to find his and curl into it, not sure what to say or if she could say much with how choked her throat felt. In fact she was so moved by the poem that the meaning of the words didn’t sink in for a moment. Make tonight special.

It was like wildfire, instant and ferocious her skin lit up and her fingers shook a little. ‘Bydlím taky, Ondrej..’ Stepping in to the apartment as he led her, she could feel her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage. As the tie was drawn away and she opened  her eyes she drew in a breath, squeezing his hand harder as she took in the flowers, took in the candles and the work he had put in to making it romantic even though amongst his hockey things and boys furniture, she had felt at home - it touched her heart that he had gone to so much effort. Fighting down the urge to blab out that she wasn’t worth this, didn’t deserve him she didn’t want to let one negative thing cross her mind tonight and she was sure as she turned her head and looked up at him, she wasn’t going to even remember there was a world beyond the apartment. Leaning up on her tippy toes she kissed him, harder, more eager than usual, breaking away with a shudder against him. ‘It’s perfect. You’re perfect.’ Stealing another kiss before she looked around, Adele stepped out of her heels softly, her height decreasing which made her smile up at him, drawing him further into the apartment as she watched her toes trail through the petals on the floor. ‘This is all too perfect..’

“There is no such thing as too perfect.” His heavy accent made his throat throb as the knot in his stomach melted away with every step toward the bedroom. It became this ball of hot passion hd never really had or wanted before. He was not new to the feeling of lust but, like everything else with Adele, this was all so different. As the pair crossed the threshold of the bedroom he pointed to the three stacks of boxes, “They are more selfish gifts. Not for tonight, tonight isnt about all the frills.” He almost felt like an idiot saying it after all the things he’d done to the apartment. “If you want to open them now you could.” His long fingers brushed her hair back off her neck, replacing it with his mouth. His lips parted on the small curve of her shoulder and neck to let his tongue slip past them and taste her soft skin. They closed slowly and kissed the wet spot he’d just left there as they moved to her jaw, again, taking just a small taste. His lips found the lobe of her ear, but there was no rush, no nipping. No, the tip of his tongue flicked it playfully as he smiled and cupped her face. While he tilted her head up to him and he searched her eyes for answers to all the questions that had been piling up every moment with her: How could she be so beautiful? How could I be so lucky? How long can I keep her? All these question and meanwhile his body was reacting to the mere closeness, the taste of her skin on his lips, the smell of her hair he’d missed the night before. Unable to contain himself any longer his hands ran down her body and held her tightly by her upper thighs. He was strong and what would normally have been a quick lift and drop on the bed was a delicate scoop as his mouth pressed against hers and a gentle fall in tandem as they drifted to the bed, one hand sliding back up her body to her head just as she fluttered against the petal covered sheets. His long fingers ran across the top of her pants slowly, enjoying the smooth skin underneath. His hips pressed against her while he undid her pants. A moan left his mouth and trailed into hers as he continued to kiss her, their tongues massaging each other. “You can tell me to stop.” His words were whispers against her lips, words he had no desire to say, but words that if he didn’t he was sure his matka would somehow sense and scold him over. The thought made him laugh a little, relax even, and he straightened up. The sight of Adele on the bed, the jersey, the open front of her pants exposing her panties was all something he just couldn’t bring himself to believe was real. Slipping his fingers under the pants and pulling them to the ground with a less than gentle thud his large hands ran up her thighs in a heavy stroke, then massaged their way back down while his thumbs stayed turned closer in brushing not-so-innocently against the warmer parts of her. “May I kiss you all night, where ever I wish to?”

(Source: ondrejmfischer)