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( taking a girl to the woods could mean any number of things. the implications don't have to be salacious in nature. 'looking for sticks' could be something innocent.

victoria narrowly stiffles the urge to call something cheeky after them, something about the phallic nature of sticks, but embarrassing nathan could turn this into a bad night. there's a delicate line between his joy and his humiliation. and victoria likes him, so she won't be toeing it.

courtney and taylor don't verbally say anything, but their exchanged glance is enough. )

"Ever hear of discretion? God. You're such gossips."

( pot, kettle, but they're an easy outlet.

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stepping through the path at the edge of the property, nathan drains what's left of his cup before tossing it into the trees. it's dark, but the moon is bright. he doesn't think to use a flashlight. )

Damn, they're like obsessed with you. It's crazy. ( in a way, they've always been obsessed with her. the new girl, the kind girl, the analog dork who they loved to hate on. ) I haven't seen them so hype since... well, whatever. I got to you first. They can suck it.

Edited 2026-04-15 01:19 (UTC)

[It could have been perfectly innocent. It may still be perfectly innocent, in fact, because the littering is kind of a turn-off. (Even though she doesn't bother to go and pick up the discarded cup, so she's maybe a little bit of a hypocrite there.)

Also? Somewhat surreal to hear Victoria chiding her groupies for being gossips, considering that certain timeline Max abandoned before. But still somehow not that surprising. Because Victoria being snide with Courtney and Taylor is pretty much just another day that ends in "y."

Once they're out of immediate line of sight (and the cover of darkness is a help there, at least, even if it might hinder the search for perfect marshmallow-roasting sticks), Max takes Nathan's hand in her own.]

I'm definitely not here for them, anyway. I'm here for you. And thanks for rescuing me. Just between you and me, I wasn't entirely convinced of Victoria's good intentions with my make-up. Though she is being pretty nice, especially for her.

( nathan, unaware of the horrors of make-up, shrugs. )

What's the worst she could do? Make-up washes off. ( and seeing as how the make-up isn't really the issue here, he flexes his fingers against her. ) She only hates you a little bit. It's cool.

Honestly? I'm pretty okay with it. I think you both genuinely care about each other and... I like that for you.

[She punctuates that with a kiss.

...But don't think she's given up on hunting for sticks for s'mores. The s'mores thing is definitely going to happen.]

( unfortunately for her, his lips tastes like gummy bears and everclear thanks to hayden's wicked jungle juice. he kisses into her mouth all the same. weird that she likes that about him — that he has friends, that he's capable of getting people to care about him. she only means that she's happy he has a person in his corner, but now he has two people.

he finds that he likes kissing her against things — against his mattress, against the seat of his truck, and now against the trunk of a coniferous tree. he's had lots of kisses in these woods [drunken vortex club girls, a dude (once), rachel], but this feels different. in a way, he's kissing the place where universes converge. max is the most powerful person in the galaxy, and she still takes the time to hold his hand like it matters. )

[She should have expected the alcohol taste, but jesus. She does, in fact, wrinkle her nose briefly at that... And wonders for a second if she can get contact-drunk just from kissing him. The idea of that is entirely far-fetched but also kind of funny? He's already sort of making her feel high just by kissing her up against a tree, though.

Taste be damned, if he gets his tongue in her mouth, she is going to chase it, entirely eager even with absolutely nothing in her own system. And she wants it that way. She's kissed him when high and when drunk already.

Pulling off long enough to ask, with a touch of concern in her voice:]

Is it just me or is it actually kind of hot that all your friends are just a few feet away, though? Does thinking that make me freaky?

( she pulls away, and he continues to presses his lips to her skin as she speaks. he kisses her cheek, below her ear, down her neck. against his will, he finds himself laughing a little at the shape of her words reverberating beneath his teeth. )

Yeah, you're super fucked. ( max ate a marshmallow before they paid for it, and now this. the life of crime truly is a slippery slope into depravity. ) Makes me kinda fucked too, then. I ever tell you I have a thing for skirts? And dresses?

( what's not to love about a hot chick in a hot outfit? )

[She sort of giggles at his words, bringing a hand up to his neck so she can cradle the back of his head, her touch gentle and sweet, as he works a trail along her skin with his mouth.

When she speaks, it's dropped to a whisper.]

You do, huh? It wouldn't have anything to do with easier access, would it?

[Feeling a little bold, Max drags the hand she's holding up the back of her dress, and presses his palm to the bare skin at the back of her thighs, right beneath the curve of her ass.]

Could have something to do with it, yeah.

( even now, it's difficult to gauge what's talk and what isn't. clearly, max isn't about to put out within earshot of his friends. she's not that freaky.

but then she drags his hand up her thigh, and nathan feels himself melt against her. he's been wrong before. her skin is softer than he remembers, and he trails higher to feel her ass for himself. no one's going to come to look for them; they know better. leave it to nathan to arrive late to a party, show up long enough to have a drink, and then disappear again. the prescott special.

he toys with the edge of her panties. )

We could do something...

( maybe not sex, but something close to it. )

[Probably not sex. She's thinking that would probably take too long, and yeah, they're maybe a little too close to other people for that. Maybe. The idea is still kinda hot... But she does sort of have romantic notions of being alone with him in a nice bed the next time they go all the way, with enough time that they don't have to rush. And in enough light that she can easily see him and take everything in, commit it to memory.

She is hella turned on right now, though. The way he's toying with the edge of her panties has her breathing picking up, and she dances her fingers lightly along the curve of his ear, down the side of his neck.]

We could... Do you have something in mind?

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