The expression of casual indifference he wears - because prom is just one of those things, and when Lauren wanted the Prom Queen tiara, he was totally into getting it for her, but now he doesn't really give a fuck about prom because he just doesn't give a fuck - shifts into a wide grin to match Rachel's. Because this could be fun, and NYADA is no longer her future, and he doesn't really have a future, and what-comes-next is basically up to them. They choose. They decide. And they can really do whatever the fuck they want to do, and if they want to go to prom together and really take the Hollywood Lights theme to a whole different level and break out a little theatricality, then they'll rock that bitch. He pulled it off when he was all Sammy Davis, Jr., for Mercedes, and he can do it for Rachel, and he'll leave McKinley with the kind of bang that may or may not include fucking Rachel Berry onstage with a spotlight.
[He's totally up for leaving with that kind of bang, by the way.]
Tony Montana. He cocks his head and the grin widens. "Pretty good. Not like I got any problem getting the women," he teases. "But I wanna try out James Dean anyway. He was a stud, Rach."
"Better fucking not," he mutters, rolling his hips against her body, one hand slipping up her stomach and ribs to cup a breast in one hand, finding her nipple through her bra between his thumb and fingertip. "You're gonna look so good in my shit, baby. I'm gonna be the only one who's in you." It's rather presumptuous on his part, but he knows that he satisfies her, and she spreads her thighs and rocks her hips between his body and fingers, and that's all the more confirmation that his body does things to hers that nobody else has been capable of doing. "I'll take care of you," he breathes in her ear, pulling his fingers from her body and trailing them over her lips before sliding them into his own mouth and savoring her taste with a deep groan. "You don't need the jersey now. All we need is a mirror. I want you to watch how good you look when I fuck you."
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timeasmymeasure
jfc i want to see him as james dean
Date: 2011-11-13 06:14 pm (UTC)[He's totally up for leaving with that kind of bang, by the way.]
Tony Montana. He cocks his head and the grin widens. "Pretty good. Not like I got any problem getting the women," he teases. "But I wanna try out James Dean anyway. He was a stud, Rach."
"Better fucking not," he mutters, rolling his hips against her body, one hand slipping up her stomach and ribs to cup a breast in one hand, finding her nipple through her bra between his thumb and fingertip. "You're gonna look so good in my shit, baby. I'm gonna be the only one who's in you." It's rather presumptuous on his part, but he knows that he satisfies her, and she spreads her thighs and rocks her hips between his body and fingers, and that's all the more confirmation that his body does things to hers that nobody else has been capable of doing. "I'll take care of you," he breathes in her ear, pulling his fingers from her body and trailing them over her lips before sliding them into his own mouth and savoring her taste with a deep groan. "You don't need the jersey now. All we need is a mirror. I want you to watch how good you look when I fuck you."