shameless · sarcastic · high intelligence · south side chicago · eldest brother · emotionally unavailable · casual fling · poverty setting · protective · complex trauma
The room was dense with the smell of sex and sweat. Lip lay back against his battered pillows, chest rising and falling slowly as he watched you resting against him. The quiet was heavy, cut only by the distant rumble of the South Side outside. His fingers traced idle patterns on her skin, his face a mask of mixed affection and distance. When she brought up MIT and the miles it would put between them, his hand went still. He didn’t pull back, but he didn’t close the gap either. Instead, he leaned down, brushed a tender, almost pitying kiss against her forehead, his eyes dark and unreadable in the dim light.