|Arcturus Clinton Warrington, III (mynameisclint) wrote in impetuousrpg,|
@ 2011-08-26 21:18:00
|Entry tags:||char: clint warrington, char: marcus flint|
Who: Marcus and Clint
When: Friday Night
Where: Marcus's place
What: Boy time/meeting the new sexy nanny
Rating: LANGUAGE MOFOS
Things had been strange lately. Death and destruction was everywhere. Curfews and all that shite? It was fucking crazy. It felt like the bloody war all over again. At least, what he'd heard about it. Clint had skipped out to Spain for that little event. Still, he didn't like being told what to do. Heading over to Marcus's, he dropped a quick kiss on Daphne's lips. "Love you," he said, nuzzling her ear. "I'll be back later." Course, he didn't mention he was going over to ogle a hot nanny or get drunk and possibly smoke a few cigars. But, Daph was fairly easy going about the drinking and smoking. He didn't think it was prudent to bring up the hot, sexy nanny. "I'll be back later. Checking in on Marcus and all that." He stared at her for a moment, still unable to believe this was his life. Kissing her again, he tugged gently on her curl. "Don't wait up." One more kiss and he was gone, heading out to Flint's. He hoped she didn't mind but Marcus did just lose his brother... He apparated just outside of Marcus's new building and headed up. Pushing the door open, he went inside, not bothering to knock. "Hey," he said, catching sight of Marcus staring at something. His eyes followed his mate's and his mouth nearly dropped open.
Clint just stared. Really. Holy fucking shite. He liked blondes. Clearly, he married one but fucking hell. Her tits were bloody perfect. Tilting his head, he watched as she bent over. Holy hell. Her body was just- holy shite. She wasn't overly tall, just a bit shorter than Daph, really but fucking hell. She was toned and bloody gorgeous. His head tilted to the side as he watched her play with Sam. "She's going to be living here?" he asked, voice low, walking over to wear Marcus was leaning against the dining table. Sam and the Nanny were in the living room. Laughing and giggling. Fucking hell. "And Bell's okay with this?" He couldn't believe that Katie Bell would be okay with a nanny that looked like that. Course, not like she and Flint were official or anything. And, well, it was Bell. She probably wouldn't say anything anyway. Too nice or some shite. But fuck. Those were some tight pants. Sam seemed to like her, though. That was a plus. If Marcus wanted an argument? Well, hell. He'd have one right there. Shite. Tossing back a drink, he admired her slim waist and just... she should run around naked. That'd be asking too much, though. Really, if she was going to be a live-in? Marcus was in trouble. Suddenly, he had the feeling that it was going to be an amusing couple of months. Watching him try not to fuck that hot piece of arse. Salazar.
"Well," he said, shaking his head, sipping his whisky. "Gotta hand it to you, mate. You lucked out." Clint glanced over at Marcus and grinned. "I lost my virginity to my nanny. She was a redhead. Well, she was really Lyssy's nanny. Taught me things no thirteen year old should ever know."