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Tweak says, "*Let's hear it for the Boy*"

Lust (bedroom_hymns) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2013-11-14 15:01:00

Entry tags:

lust, saint padraig

WHO: Saint Padraig & Lust
WHEN: Thursday
WHERE: Places
WHAT: Lust smells hormones
WARNING: Yeah, we'll need one.

Lust knew that if Fire Pubes was babysitting Irish, he'd keep him at work. So she went over and hung around trying to figure out how to entice the guy away. She was pleased when she didn't need a plan at all and the tall, dark, brooding leprechaun was sneaking out on his own. She let him get a few blocks ahead before she fell in step behind him. When he stopped, she moved up from behind him in her nice black outfit and spiky heels . Her hands were folded behind her back as she smiled, "Lost?"

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	naomh_padraig 2013-11-27 03:50 am UTC (link)
	Padraig rose and he arched his eyebrows at her. He wasn't going to flaggelate himself in front of her if that was what she wanted. Not any more. He had to get out of here. "None of this is proper penance." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bedroom_hymns 2013-11-27 03:52 am UTC (link)
	She stood up and there was something dark in her voice as she said in a voice that suggested disobeying wasn't a good option, "Turn around. I want to see." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	naomh_padraig 2013-11-27 04:01 am UTC (link)
	The commanding tone made him turn away from her so she could see the criss-cross of wounds on his back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bedroom_hymns
2013-11-27 04:20 am UTC (link)

Her eyes took in the feast of carnage and she smiled like a normal person would at a newborn. She put her hands on his back, but the touch was shockingly gentle. She felt she was a misunderstood sin. Everyone equated her with sex. But lust was so much more. It was intense desire for something. Comfort. Sex. Relief. Knowledge. Absolution. Power.

She ran her hands down the length of his back, going over the wounds to bring back pinpricks of pleasure and pain, the conflict that raged in him. "Now I understand why.." she said quietly as she dropped her hands and walked to her desk, done with him.

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	naomh_padraig 2013-11-27 04:35 am UTC (link)
	Padraig turned as she walked to her desk, watching her quietly. She didn't stop him as he gathered his shirt and slowly headed out. He intended to go find Aesculapius. This hadn't been penance it had been something else, and he wanted all evidence of it gone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bedroom_hymns 2013-11-27 04:39 am UTC (link)
	Lust didn't stop him, she didn't pout, or kick, or scream. She sat at her desk and propped up her spiky heels on the surface, crossing her ankles. She had a smug look on her face because she knew Irish couldn't erase it where it counted. She was in him. And she wasn't getting out any time soon. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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