All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder before grabbing his box and leading her out of the restaurant. He began heading the way they came, smiling up at the moon momentarily. 

Once they were outside, Sloane had to resist the urge to start singing Coldplay’s song ‘Yellow’ as she saw the stars in all their glory and noted how much prettier everything looked at night. She wasn’t sure how long of a walk it was to the hotel, but the dark had always freaked her out, and she hoped that it wouldn’t take too long to get back. One of the worst parts of growing up in Deacon Falls was definitely the aversion to the night.

(Source: sexysloane)

All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

Sloane’s speaking sounded awkward to him and he flagged the waitress down with his eyes and smiled when she looked over, to let her know that they were ready. She brought them out their boxes and he paid for the food. He stood up when he was done putting his food in. “Ready, tesoro?”

Sloane smiled when he called her the Italian pet name, the sound of it being one of her favorite things to hear. She put her food in the box and closed it before standing up and walking over to him. “Ready if you are.” She said, wrapping her arm around his waist.

(Source: sexysloane)

All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

He glanced out the window and smiled, looking back at her. “We could always just get to-go boxes then now.”

“We could do that, indeed.” The food was great and the atmosphere in the restaurant was nice, but she felt like she’d been sitting forever and all she really wanted was to be alone with Anthony.

(Source: sexysloane)

All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

He watched her lean back and raised his eyebrows. “Full already?” He smiled and took a drink out of his own glass, licking his cold lips after. 

She turned back to him, a dopey smile on her face. “Yeah, now I’m just enjoying the view.” She replied, meaning both the stars outside the window and him.

(Source: sexysloane)

All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

Anthony enjoyed Sloane in his clothes to say the least. He widened his eyes when she brought her feet up more and smiled a little after. “Good, I’m glad you like it.” 

She took a drink of her water and leaned back in her chair, smiling brightly at him. She could see the stars outside the restaurant window and it made her all the more excited for them to get back to the hotel and watch the stars. “I do, I do.”

(Source: sexysloane)

Ugh.

bristol-felts:

sexysloane:

“Could this town get any quieter? It’s like… creepy silent…” She rolls her eyes in annoyance and leans against the wall behind her.

“It’s Deacon falls, what were you expecting?”

“Something a little above the energy level of the cemetery. It’s too quiet when nobodies even turning up dead.”

Ugh.

“Could this town get any quieter? It’s like… creepy silent…” She rolls her eyes in annoyance and leans against the wall behind her.

All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

“Of course I do,” he told her, smiling at her a little. He continued playing with his glass, his hands becoming really cold. He made note of how uncomfortable she started looking, her face going quickly from playful to almost fearful. He bit his lip, wondering what she was thinking about, wondering if it was him that made her uncomfortable. She made it clear that she didn’t think the word sexy fit her, but he kept calling her it anyway. Was it that? Maybe it wasn’t just that she didn’t think it fit her, maybe she didn’t like the word. 

Anthony watched her take a drink and let go of his lip, the waitress setting down a plate in front of him. He smiled lightly and said, “Thank you, — err, grazie.” His mind was still distracted, and he rolled his eyes at himself after he’d accidentally used English on the waitress. He set his fork in his dish and looked back up at Sloane, genuinely smiling. He let out a little chuckle, his heart swelling momentarily at Sloane’s giggle. 

“Sexy to me,” he said, shrugging. “Maybe it’s just me, I dunno. Seeing you run around in my clothes is pretty hot. It’s like I have a trademark on you or something when you wear them.” He took a bite of his food, swallowing before continuing. “Like, see that? It’s mine, and she’s in it, which makes her mine.” He laughed a little and took a drink. “Marking my territory. Something like that.” 

He didn’t want to offend her, some girls hated when guys said things about being theirs, and he wasn’t entirely positive on where she stood on that. When they were trying to figure out if they were dating or not, the night Sloane was upset and yelled at him, he said he wasn’t sure where they stood on dating. He said that all he knew was that he was hers and vice versa, and she didn’t seem to mind it. Seemed pretty happy with his answer, actually. He didn’t mean to sound like he was saying he owned her, and hoped that she’d understand what he was saying.

“Mm, yep. All yours. I like the sound of that. Yours.” She said, tilting her head to the side and smirking. Every time she went over to Anthony’s, she tried to sneak away with one of his hoodies or a pair of his sweats. They were always more comfortable anyway. There was just something so comforting about wearing one of his hoodies while she was hanging around her house doing laundry and going over coursework. 

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip when the waitress brought over their food and set the plates down in front of them. It looked so good and she picked up her fork, taking a bite hesitantly, not sure if she were even going to like what she’d ordered. She was happy to know that she liked the food. 

She was glad that he thought she was sexy, even though it wasn’t something she was ever so easily convinced of. She propped her feet up in his lap, playing with the hem of his shirt and his belt with her toes. “This is amazing, babe. Perfect date.” She said, giving him a sweet smile. He had planned an amazing night and she loved the restaurant that he’d picked. Italy was already becoming her favorite place in the world and she couldn’t believe it could get better. 

(Source: sexysloane)

All to Myself || Sloanthony

anthony-trent:

Anthony bit his lip and just replied, “Mm,” because he didn’t not enjoy where she was sitting, he just didn’t enjoy it here, and he didn’t want to sound like a dick. “Mm, fuck,” he mumbled out quietly, under his breath. He felt both uncomfortable and turned on at the same time, and he tilted his head to the side, licking his lips.

He stared at her legs as she walked to the other side of the table shamelessly, smiling when she sat down. He widened his eyes when he felt Sloane’s foot going up his legs, wanting to know when the fuck she decided to grow so bold. 24 hours before this she’d seemed like the shyest, most innocent, most reserved — in ways — girl he’d ever met. This he didn’t mind though. This was classic. He smirked and took his drink from the waitress when she brought them their drinks, the smirk staying on his face after he took a drink. 

“Why not?” he questioned, wrapping his hands around his cold drink, his thumb silently knocking on the side. She’d always been sexy to him, and as he’d previously had on his mind, she probably didn’t realize just how sexy she was. What she just did five minutes ago, for example. Sloane was ridiculously sexy, and if she didn’t see that, he’d make it his goal to make sure she knew. As if it wasn’t already.

“Not sure… Why? Do you think I am?” She asked, a teasing smile playing on her face. Sloane was cute, adorable, precious; sexy was never something that she would willingly choose to describe herself as. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Anthony possibly thinking she was sexy. He was her sweet, adorable, nerdy boyfriend who made her feel so much better about herself than she ever had before, but she couldn’t put into words how uncomfortable she was with the idea of sex - or, rather, of them sleeping together. 

Her mind was firing off chain reactions as quick as it could and maybe it was just the way she was over thinking things right now, but she had no idea if she was even ready to sleep with her boyfriend. They were on this trip together, staying in the same hotel room, and yet, they’d never had sex. Was that something that was supposed to happen on the trip? She had opened up to Anthony so much over the past couple of months, but she still hadn’t told him that she’d always thought she’d save herself for marriage. 

She picked up the glass in front of her and took a drink, telling herself that she needed to stop thinking about things too much before they were even a possibility. She had no idea what was going to happen on their trip. It was only the first day; it had already been amazing and it could only get better. Besides, what was the big deal? She loved Anthony with all her heart. It wasn’t like she’d look back on it and regret it. “Besides, most of the time I’m bumming around in sweats and one of your hoodies. That’s not sexy, that’s lazy.” She said, giggling lightly and biting her bottom lip.

(Source: sexysloane)

There’s a hickey on my thigh…

It matches the one on my chest.