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Gonna break me out of the Down?
I'm in 016-B
I'm in 016-B
[He sounds rather sure of himself, authoritative without being clipped.]
I've found something I believe will suit. It's not a replacement for what I burned. I believe it's better.
I've found something I believe will suit. It's not a replacement for what I burned. I believe it's better.
[ Right off the bat, barely a hello. Jamie rolls his eyes but he's smiling. ]
Really? My standards are very high, Commander.
Really? My standards are very high, Commander.
I did what I could.
I can't make any promises.
I can't make any promises.
[This bouquet is delivered to Jaime with a small note on the card in Cullen's cramped handwriting. "In my world, toward the end of the year, we celebrate Satinalia. I hope these warm a dreary day.
Affectionately, Cullen"]
Affectionately, Cullen"]
Jamie sits with the flowers and the card for a long time. His fingers trace the dense handwriting and he wonders if Cullen is used to trying to fit a lot of information on small papers or if it's an indication of a man that's always in a hurry.
His fingers curl around the card and Jamie curls around himself, cheek against his knee.
When he manages to pull himself together, he sends a text:
thank you, Cullen
His fingers curl around the card and Jamie curls around himself, cheek against his knee.
When he manages to pull himself together, he sends a text:
thank you, Cullen
[ Jamie will receive a neat cedar window box, already full of soil and with handsome plant markers. Though nothing's sprouted yet, the plant markers say what should come up under Jamie's attention: lavender, hyacinth, and tuberose.
With it is a small card, clearly handmade. Henry's handwriting is neat and crisp.
Thanks for everything. Have something sweet ]
With it is a small card, clearly handmade. Henry's handwriting is neat and crisp.
Thanks for everything. Have something sweet ]
We need to talk.
You have my heart and I want it back, Jamie.
Please.
You have my heart and I want it back, Jamie.
Please.
fine
[not even a fight?]
you know where i live
[well, Jon knows where the cottage is. But that's where he kept everything and that's where he is.]
[not even a fight?]
you know where i live
[well, Jon knows where the cottage is. But that's where he kept everything and that's where he is.]
[It's one of Jamie's nights at the bar rather than dancing. Dorian would never try this when Jamie's entertaining. Satan forbid a customer want to play and ruin all Dorian's fun.
But tonight he's been stealing Jamie away periodically, calling Jamie to his office or tugging him into the back room to edge him, bringing him to the brink of climax before sending him back to work with a sweet kiss.
By the time the club closes for the night, Dorian might be just as eager for release as Jamie. Most of the staff have gone when Dorian finds Jamie wiping down the bar and slides up behind him, hands on his hips.]
Did you have a good night, darling?
But tonight he's been stealing Jamie away periodically, calling Jamie to his office or tugging him into the back room to edge him, bringing him to the brink of climax before sending him back to work with a sweet kiss.
By the time the club closes for the night, Dorian might be just as eager for release as Jamie. Most of the staff have gone when Dorian finds Jamie wiping down the bar and slides up behind him, hands on his hips.]
Did you have a good night, darling?
[Dorian is a nuisance.
A delicious, delirious, wicked nuisance.
The first time he steals Jamie away isn't unusual. Most nights they fool around on his breaks - some of which are extra, if the night is slow enough. But tonight, it's every chance Dorian gets. Every moment Jamie isn't busy behind the bar, he's in a back room, he's in Dorian's office, or he's in one of the unused suites being edged to within an inch of his life.
The first time, he thinks they merely ran out of time. By the second, he realized what Dorian was doing. And by the end of the night, every brush of fabric makes him pause. Jamie swears he's close enough to the edge that a stiff breeze might send him over. It's had an affect on the patrons, too. The changeling is pouring out desire and humans, especially have no way to resist that. They end up spending more money just to get Jamie's attention. So at least the tips were good, if he has to suffer.
He shivers hard when Dorian sidles up behind him. Jamie freezes and bites back a whimper.]
I hate you, [he breathes, though there isn't a shred of venom in it. He tips his head back to rest it against Dorian's shoulder.] You're lucky I'm still standing up.
[As he says it, he tries to push one of Dorian's hands lower. Futile, probably.]
A delicious, delirious, wicked nuisance.
The first time he steals Jamie away isn't unusual. Most nights they fool around on his breaks - some of which are extra, if the night is slow enough. But tonight, it's every chance Dorian gets. Every moment Jamie isn't busy behind the bar, he's in a back room, he's in Dorian's office, or he's in one of the unused suites being edged to within an inch of his life.
The first time, he thinks they merely ran out of time. By the second, he realized what Dorian was doing. And by the end of the night, every brush of fabric makes him pause. Jamie swears he's close enough to the edge that a stiff breeze might send him over. It's had an affect on the patrons, too. The changeling is pouring out desire and humans, especially have no way to resist that. They end up spending more money just to get Jamie's attention. So at least the tips were good, if he has to suffer.
He shivers hard when Dorian sidles up behind him. Jamie freezes and bites back a whimper.]
I hate you, [he breathes, though there isn't a shred of venom in it. He tips his head back to rest it against Dorian's shoulder.] You're lucky I'm still standing up.
[As he says it, he tries to push one of Dorian's hands lower. Futile, probably.]
Now that he's no longer avoiding Jamie, thinking about him isn't a guilty activity. Noah doesn't have to try not to imagine what Jamie might be doing. He can go see for himself. Which is just what he does one sunny afternoon, appearing in his usual mildly unsettling fashion, body draped across the end of Jamie's cozy cottage bed like an extra blanket.
(Who needs to text first? Certainly not this ghost.)
"You're not busy today, are you?"
(Who needs to text first? Certainly not this ghost.)
"You're not busy today, are you?"
Jamie jumps just a little when Noah is suddenly in his bed. He's laying on his stomach with a book (surprise surprise) and he grins when he sees his darling ghost.
"Well, if I was entertaining, you'd know by now. What will you do if you ever show up when I have someone here?"
He gives Noah a sly grin and reaches to nudge him with his foot.
"Well, if I was entertaining, you'd know by now. What will you do if you ever show up when I have someone here?"
He gives Noah a sly grin and reaches to nudge him with his foot.
yeah, of course honey
do you need help bringing stuff here...?
[Cryptic and somewhat worrying, Noah.]
do you need help bringing stuff here...?
[Cryptic and somewhat worrying, Noah.]
[just a minute later, Jamie sends a picture of the blouse on the floor, then another selfie.]
what next?
what next?
The feral was still dealing with the after-effects of the sudden transformation. He didn't miss being Sabretooth, not one bit.
Jamie will find him on the couch that day, still looking a little exhausted and worse for wear. He'll gladly welcome the changeling's company.
Jamie will find him on the couch that day, still looking a little exhausted and worse for wear. He'll gladly welcome the changeling's company.
"You look rough, darling."
Jamie runs his fingers along the back of the couch behind Victor's shoulders before promptly climbing over it to sit next to him. He brushes a kiss to the feral's shoulder and his hand slides down to take one of Victor's. He squeezes gently.
"You holding up alright?"
Jamie runs his fingers along the back of the couch behind Victor's shoulders before promptly climbing over it to sit next to him. He brushes a kiss to the feral's shoulder and his hand slides down to take one of Victor's. He squeezes gently.
"You holding up alright?"
[Jamie perks right up when he sees who's calling.]
Not in the least, bored out of my mind. What can I do for you?
Not in the least, bored out of my mind. What can I do for you?
[The gift that appears on Jamie's cottage doorstep is wrapped in gold and just has a tag with his name, nothing indicating who it might be from. Said box contains a small trove of scented shower bombs to, hopefully, make his experience with water slightly more pleasant. There's also a gift card to a lingerie boutique.]
Happy New Year, Jamie. This is the newest model from the same company that does SpaceXXX. I saw it and thought of you.
Yrs, JB.
It's in a box and it's nsfw. Yep.
Yrs, JB.
It's in a box and it's nsfw. Yep.
[Under several slapdash layers of penis snowflake wrapping paper and a lot of tape is a small box. It contains a silver bracelet set with a sparkling pink stone. When rotated, the stone's charm will allow Jamie to have multiple orgasms with no refractory period.]
There's a new fairy in Duplicity.
He calls himself Hearne, King of the Grey Court.
He also mentioned Unseelie and Seelie Courts and seemed to know nothing of your seasonal courts.
He's just cursed me.
How do I reverse it?
He calls himself Hearne, King of the Grey Court.
He also mentioned Unseelie and Seelie Courts and seemed to know nothing of your seasonal courts.
He's just cursed me.
How do I reverse it?
[His fingers go numb as he reads the first part of the message.
There's a fairy.
He calls himself Hearne.
Cursed.
It takes Jamie a minute to respond. It takes him that long to get his breathing under control.]
what is the curse
There's a fairy.
He calls himself Hearne.
Cursed.
It takes Jamie a minute to respond. It takes him that long to get his breathing under control.]
what is the curse
[Oh. Jamie sits on the edge of his bed and he tries to ignore the hollow feeling suddenly in his chest.]
Oh, uhm. Thank you. I--I'm sorry he's gone.
[He's quiet for a second, trying to collect himself.]
Are you going to be okay?
Oh, uhm. Thank you. I--I'm sorry he's gone.
[He's quiet for a second, trying to collect himself.]
Are you going to be okay?
Alessandro and Lyall have disappeared.
Would you be willing to do something odd with me?
I'll need to check if Morrigan's all right with it, but I think I'd like to play cats with you while he's our handler.
[...]
I don't want it to be a sex thing for me.
You two can make it one for the pair of you, if you'd like.
I just don't want to be in my own head for a bit.
Would you be willing to do something odd with me?
I'll need to check if Morrigan's all right with it, but I think I'd like to play cats with you while he's our handler.
[...]
I don't want it to be a sex thing for me.
You two can make it one for the pair of you, if you'd like.
I just don't want to be in my own head for a bit.
oh no, jon
[There's a pang of grief for him, too. He liked Alessandro, and he knows it must be hitting Jon hard to have lost both of them.]
I'd be happy to, darling.
We'll make it whatever you need it to be.
[Sex isn't a necessary element for him to want to participate. Especially if this is something to help Jon process or escape. Or both. And he doesn't think it's odd.]
[There's a pang of grief for him, too. He liked Alessandro, and he knows it must be hitting Jon hard to have lost both of them.]
I'd be happy to, darling.
We'll make it whatever you need it to be.
[Sex isn't a necessary element for him to want to participate. Especially if this is something to help Jon process or escape. Or both. And he doesn't think it's odd.]
Hey, Jamie. You're always welcome at the shop.
Now that we're no longer living together I want you to know that I'd still love to spend time with you.
Now that we're no longer living together I want you to know that I'd still love to spend time with you.
Edited 2021-03-12 20:58 (UTC)
have we moved on to being spouses?
i'll expect flowers more often
[who the hell is he husbanding with?]
i'll expect flowers more often
[who the hell is he husbanding with?]
I mean. I'm pretty sure my tits are spectacular.
I'd like to think they're a damn nice pick-me-up for the rest of the world. ;)
[Insert a very nice picture of a set of tits and the lovely redheaded vixen they belong to. That grin shes wearing? It is but a wicked one.]
I'd like to think they're a damn nice pick-me-up for the rest of the world. ;)
[Insert a very nice picture of a set of tits and the lovely redheaded vixen they belong to. That grin shes wearing? It is but a wicked one.]
This is Mustang.
I'm ready to accept your offer. I'm in the down and can't come to you, but I'll meet you at the processing building and walk you both ways.
I'm ready to accept your offer. I'm in the down and can't come to you, but I'll meet you at the processing building and walk you both ways.
Hm
I could meet you.
If you aren't worried about a little girl like me going as far as the elevator.
I could meet you.
If you aren't worried about a little girl like me going as far as the elevator.
[It's around 3 AM. Jon is in jail. He's bored, sleep-deprived, and in possession of only his phone for company.]
If I agreed to bind myself to you for another week, could you get me out of jail tonight?
If I agreed to bind myself to you for another week, could you get me out of jail tonight?
[is it a surprise that it only takes about five minutes for Jon to get a response?]
oh Jon
for that kind of pledge I could do anything
oh Jon
for that kind of pledge I could do anything
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