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You said, "We're not together"
So now when we kiss, I have anger issues
"Scar/let and I are friends, not in a relationship, okay,"
"Yeah" Scar/let agrees, but hir eyes are trained on Obsidian, not Lyre the one they're supposed to be talking down from going full poltergeist.
"We just mess around on stage and do PDA as friends, it doesn't mean I don't care about you Lyre," Obsidian is saying, Scar/let is actively rationalizing to hirself that everything hex is saying is factually true
"Promise you won't leave me?" Lyre said holding back a tear,
"I promise," Obsidian says and holds both of faer hands. The moment is so tender Scar/let feels like ze shouldn't be here.
I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner
Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter
Behind closed doors is something Scar/let got from Obsidian on a technical level, but never the figuritive one hir body wanted from vim. They were at the sole Waffle House in Albequerque because Death Grip was dead set on it and Scar/let was glad, it was one of zir favorites. Scar was holding animated conversation with Daisy Chain about- something- while zie cut through hir waffles. Obsidian's shoe kicked up against hir pink cowboy boots and nudged at the skin barely covered by some fishnets. Scar shot vim a look and ve narrowed vis eyes at hir. Two could play at this game. Scar/let had already forgone the betassled jacket hung over the side of the booth ze stretched up inconspiculously and succeeded in getting hir crop top to ride up and bunch up by zir tits, exposing more middrift than it had before. Scar/let didn't bother checking to see if Obsidian reacted, ze pointedly turned back to Daisy and tried to catch up to whatever she was talking about. A minute or so later Obsidian, who had finished off vis own waffles, got up from the booth and kicked Scar's foot as hex made hext way to the restrooms. Scar/let eyed vim and waited out another few beats of conversation before rustling around for hir clutch bag and also skipping off to where Obsidian was no doubt waiting for hir.
Obsidian opened the door for Scar and ze slipped in, giving a good eye fucking to Obsidian as ze locked the door behind hir. Obsidian's hands went right to hir newly exposed skin and ze knew the trick had worked.
"Fuckin slutty ass sequened ass outfit" Obsidian was muttering, "You're giving me a fever over here."
Scarlet was already getting on hir knees. Thank god today's costume involved jeans, normally hir escapades involved either knee braces or a nice soft bed but for a quickie where hir skin didn't have to touch the cold bathroom tile this was good enough,
"C'mon cowboy show me what you can do."
Obsidian's fingers still had traces of chocolate sauce n them and Scar licked it up and bobbed hir head on two, then three fingers. Ze took extra time to swirl hir tongue around Obsidian's newly reforming guitar callouses, but only managed to worship their pointer and middle finger before Obsidian was holding the back of hir head, fingers splayed between the fo-hawk buns, and made Scar/let fuck hext fingers into zir mouth.
Obsidian pulled out and Scar/let got up, both knowing Scar didn't do good on unprotected knees for too long.
"Think they'll notice?" Obsidian asked
"You already told Lyre, so it's fine," Scar countered, ze watched Obsidian's face start to overthink it all and ze started to feel them up to distract them,
"They havent even asked for the check yet babe," Scar/let whispered in vis ear and ve folded with a roll of vis eyes. Scar swooped in to kiss their neck and made zir way up to their actual lips. Scar caught hext lower lip on hir teeth and Obsidian pushed hir into the door desperately frenching with zir.
Scar let zirself bask in this, the being wanted, the desperation, the cold door of a public restroom at a Waffle House, the lipstick stains ze would no doubt get onto Obsidian's gorgeous brown skin, way Obsidian knew hex could mark up Scar/let's neck now, the way Scar/let's hand held down hext head while ze whispered "harder" in hopes of getting a nice hickey to show off. Ze abruptly tugged Obsidian's hair to signal off and Obsidian looked at zir with a question mark tilt. Scar was mentally racing to figure out how much time they reasonably had left here and decided fuck it, and went in for more kisses. Obsidian responded in kind and Scar took the pace down to sloppy making out then even quieter to slow open mouth kisses. This was that part zie couldn't get enough of. Sucking and pulling hair and all ze could find wherever ze wanted. This was different, this was-
Obsidian pulled back, eyes alert head turned towards the door opening. Hex opened the door and began to leave but turned back like some kind of an Orpheus of a 24 hour diner, putting a hand on Scar/let's chest, only to smooth down hir shirt and give zir a look like, "Wait for a sec, don't come out right after me."
Scar/let sighed and counted to twenty and he then left, sliding back into the booth with allegedly no one the wiser. Ze looked to Obsidian to catch hext eyes and give hex a wink but hex was already talking to Lady Electrode and Lyre about something so Scar/let pushed around the last bit of egg on hir plate. Ze ended up in a fun game of ultimate tic tac toe with Death Grip but Scar/let couldn't help but watch Obsidian's every movement in the backseat of the van as ze played navigator for The Lady on their way to drop everyone home at the end of the night.