Prom committee hasn't really started yet, and Rachel's been thinking off pulling out of everything and just spending her last year as quietly as possible, as far away from WMHS as possible. But this actually does sound fun and maybe this year for Prom she'll sing something...uplifting and Finn can dance with whoever the hell he wants and she'll dance with Noah and there'll be no fighting and she doesn't really care who wins prom queen because she's pretty sure that if she really just wanted the tiara, Noah would get her one (and then bend her over in his room and fuck her while she wore it, which doesn't sound like too bad of an idea).
"I suppose. But didn't James Dean wear a leather jacket? If we go together, Tony Montana's messy casual, but still formal, iconic outfit will go much better with my dress. But if you go as James Dean, we're driving as slow as possible. I have no desire to curse your car or end my prom night in a fire wreck a la James Dean's Porsche."
She unbuttons her cardigan, brushing it aside and tilting her head back against his shoulder when his fingers find her nipple. The only bra that she's really wearing is the bit of elastic and cloth built into her camisole, and even through the extra layer she's so sensitive and she can feel every roll and flick and his fingers. "Contradictory." She whimpers when he promises to take care of her, then stops touching her. She rolls back against his hips, sliding her hands back to cup the back of his neck and licking her lips when he leaves her taste there. "No, I - I'm gonna ride you and I wanna...wear your number while I do..."
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Date: 2011-11-13 06:37 pm (UTC)"I suppose. But didn't James Dean wear a leather jacket? If we go together, Tony Montana's messy casual, but still formal, iconic outfit will go much better with my dress. But if you go as James Dean, we're driving as slow as possible. I have no desire to curse your car or end my prom night in a fire wreck a la James Dean's Porsche."
She unbuttons her cardigan, brushing it aside and tilting her head back against his shoulder when his fingers find her nipple. The only bra that she's really wearing is the bit of elastic and cloth built into her camisole, and even through the extra layer she's so sensitive and she can feel every roll and flick and his fingers. "Contradictory." She whimpers when he promises to take care of her, then stops touching her. She rolls back against his hips, sliding her hands back to cup the back of his neck and licking her lips when he leaves her taste there. "No, I - I'm gonna ride you and I wanna...wear your number while I do..."