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Airy Miller: Dear phone, this is super lame but I have no where else private to write. ANYWAY, I met two guys today. We'll call them T and N. I know that's stupid but talking to myself via text isn't much better. Airy Miller: Dear phone, this is super lame but I have no where else private to write. ANYWAY, I met two guys today. We'll call them T and N. I know that's stupid but talking to myself via text isn't much better. Airy Miller: I don't know what I'm doing but I'm staying with them... Airy Miller: I don't know what I'm doing but I'm staying with them... Airy Miller: T is nice and he answers all my stupid questions but he's only awake at night. Airy Miller: T is nice and he answers all my stupid questions but he's only awake at night. Airy Miller: N... is really confusing me. It's a shame guys like that don't fall for girls like me. Airy Miller: N... is really confusing me. It's a shame guys like that don't fall for girls like me. Airy Miller: This is stupid I'm going to stop now. More so since T let me on his phone plan so I have the internet again. Airy Miller: This is stupid I'm going to stop now. More so since T let me on his phone plan so I have the internet again.

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Their home was a little slice of heaven, what with the quiet and idyllic surroundings, with Daisy snoozing on the porch or romping around the first floor. Since moving in, Cassidy had found himself increasingly content with spending time there, avoiding the castle and the city.

It was still easy for Airy to encourage him out-of-doors, for one reason or another — and sometimes, they still found themselves in the back of NeverLands, with its lava lamps and sticker-covered walls. Today, Cassidy had decided to treat them both to a sense-bending cocktail of crack cocaine, ecstasy, and heroin, all smoothed over with hits of a joint or two. It may have taken him a while to come around to the fact that Airy had a much stronger constitution than most women he'd known, but he wasn't scared of hurting her any more.

Plus, when Airy was stoned out of her gourd? Really cool shit tended to happen. As in reality bending around them. As in mind-blowing sex.

They were both already giddy on coke and E, and already down to their underthings. Airy was lying back and Cassidy was knelt over her, sliding the heroin needle into her arm and depressing the plunger, giving an almost instructive inhale — keep breathing.

"There..." He climbed onto her, settling his hips over hers, and started to tie himself off. He could give himself the shot. She could watch.

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Airy loved her home, she loved her life here and she loved Cassidy. She didn't want it to end. It was selfish of her but when she was around Cassidy she didn't care. Nothing mattered but their happiness and they were happy. It was strange to think. She'd never thought this was possible and she knew that Cassidy had been questioning their relationship since it started.

And yet, somehow it was perfect. She was comfortable with him and he let her try new things or be really kinky.

It was a version of herself that she'd never imagined but she loved it. She loved him.

Her lips parted as the liquid slid into her and she smiled, feeling a rush of pleasure course through her as the heady sensation of floating surrounded her head. It was the high and the adrenaline, she knew that, but Airy let the feeling encompass her senses and enjoyed the simplicity of it.

Around them swam little fish, all much like Pudge who was still constricted to his bowl. There were bubbles too but they kept shifting and changing, as if Airy hadn't yet made up her mind. Sometimes they were floating rocks or snowflakes or flowers but they always shaped themselves back to bubbles in the end.

She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, looking up at Cassidy as he moved across her hips and prepped himself for the concoction he'd created.

"So it's your turn?" Airy placed her palms on his waist and watched as the injection sank into his arm. There must be something wrong with her if she thought that was hot but then, she was biased.

"I can't wait to feel it." She hummed softly and closed her eyes, wiggling her hips against him while a little coy smile touched her lips. "Or maybe it already has."

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The moth tattoo on Cassidy's hand fluttered its wings, and his heart squeezed, sending the blood through his veins — and the drug with it, when the needle was pulled out and the rubber knot loosened from his bicep. It came undone with a snap. Cassidy let himself fall forward slowly, resting his forearms on either side of Airy's head, looking into her eyes. As he felt the effects settling in, a dopey smile developed on his lips.

"Are you not feelin' nothin'?" He examined her eyes — over the smile, his own eyes were strangely sharp. "I think your eyes say you're feelin' somethin'. Or you will, in a minute."

He slid sideways, until he was no longer lying over her, but next to her, one leg curled over hers, one arm stretched lazily across her torso. His mind wandered sideways over a few different tracks of thought.

"You ever think about the film Titanic, and how bollocks it is that Jack had to die? That door was big enough for both of 'em. Mythbusters did an episode on it."

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Heat coiled in her abdomen as Cassidy hovered over top of her. There was something innately sexy about seeing him like this and she had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from returning that goofy grin of his. "Maybe something."

It felt like fire and water were clashing inside of her in subdued rolling waves and pleasantly warm flames. Everything was calm but each sensation heightened. It felt as if the entire world had plunged into a sphere where the laws of physics changed and everything that was harsh was smooth and soft.

It was a good feeling.

She reached for him as he slid off her and ended up with her palm resting on his stomach. Airy lightly wiggled his fingers as if to tickle him though it wasn't particularly effective. "Oh? Um... I think so too. I didn't see that Mythbusters episode though. I did see the one where they did all the James Bond stuff." She paused thoughtfully and took a long second to try and remember something.

"Maybe he wanted to go? Like he knew he couldn't have her if he lived? Or is that too sad?" Not that anything about the movie Titanic was entirely happy.