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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-02-15 17:07:00

Entry tags:

frigg, raven

Diamonds on my windshield
Who: Shae and Sophie
What: Looks like a Valentine's crush to me!
Where: In the Pax parking lot, then....who knows?
When: February 14, 2011, shortly after midnight
Warnings: TBD
Notes: Who wants to play with a smitten Cajun? :D

Shae was so very, very pissed off at the moment.

It had been one of those days when nothing seemed to run smoothly. After nearly six years (and many a frustrated WHACK against the dashboard), his mobile phone had finally given out, and he'd had to call in to report his most recently apprehended skip by way of a payphone on Lincoln Avenue. This was, of course, after he'd realized that both of the phones he'd tried on Broadway were out of order.

Oh, and then there was the small, nearly immaterial fact that said skip had nearly blown a hole through his shoulder with a concealed Beretta .45. He'd had to bash the moron's head against the hood of his car to immobilize him just long enough to administer handcuffs, then shove him into the passenger seat, unconscious and a little bloody. Shae had somehow managed to avoid getting shot, but the experience had been jarring all the same. And of course, now that the culprit had sustained actual physical injuries, there was the possibility of a lawsuit.

The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins as he turned the corner into the familiar Pax parking lot, car lurching forward as his foot intentionally pressed down on the accelerator instead of the brake. It was a reckless move to be sure, but it was just after midnight and, really, who would be out wandering around the parking lot at this hour?

Just as Shae had reached the far end of the lot where he normally parked, a figure suddenly appeared in his headlights, and he wrenched his steering wheel to one side and swerved, tires squealing as he narrowly avoided a collision. Thankfully there were no cars in any of the surrounding spaces, and as he threw on the brake and sat there in his seat for several moments, trying to calm the fierce pounding of his heart, he felt a sudden spark of rage. What the fucking hell?! You could hear that goddamn engine from a mile away! Were they DEAF?!

His car had slid length-wise across several parking spots, and he threw open the door and climbed out, dark eyes smoldering as he closed the gap between himself and the obviously shaken individual that had come thisclose to being roadkill. He intended to give this person a BIG ol' piece of his mind, but as soon as his eyes finally settled over their face...he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

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manyhymns
2011-02-16 01:32 am UTC (link)

She blinked completely wide-eyed at the headlights that were now staring at her, arms full of her sketchbooks for work. Who knew that listening to her iPod in the parking lot while she was unloading her own car would be hazardous to her health?

Sophie couldn't see the individual who'd gotten out--the blindness of being a deer caught in the headlights made it incredibly difficult.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" She managed to pop out one of her ear buds with a reasonably shaking hand. "Though ya may not want to drive your car like a dang fool through a parkin' lot." Her voice, though tempered as it was at the moment, flowed easily with her quite Southern drawl. "Coulda killed me or yourself easily."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-16 04:35 am UTC (link)

Shae was taken aback at the mild rebuke, and he hesitated for a few moments before stepping closer. The anger was still there, simmering just beneath his skin, but he bit his tongue before he could voice any of the thoughts bouncing around in his head.

As he bent down to retrieve her overturned purse, the movement momentarily blocked the beam of his headlights and cast a silhouetted shadow against the backdrop of her car. That accent sounded awfully familiar, if a bit softer and more refined than his own; it almost seemed that he could hear her voice in his mind, echoing gently as though on some sort of playback loop.

Several personal effects had spilled out of her purse, and Shae's hand hovered reluctantly over a thin, rectangular compact as he debated whether or not this pretty stranger would really appreciate him pawing at her belongings. It occurred to him that he hadn't actually said anything in his own defense...or at all, really.

His pride prevented him from simply sucking it up and apologizing, but as he glanced up at the woman's face, highlighted starkly as it was by the glare of the headlights, he felt his pulse quicken suddenly and inexplicably.

"Ain' nevah killed nobody yet, ma cher," he said by way of introduction.

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manyhymns
2011-02-16 05:47 am UTC (link)

Sophie watched him as he diligently set to picking up the things that had tumbled out of her purse--the only thing that went tumbling to the ground out of her gathering of many things. What did surprise her, however, is the fact that she'd left it open; an annoyed feeling that quickly dissipated once the woman managed to finally get a look at her would-be hit-and-run.

The night, although cool, did nothing for her sudden fever, the race in her pulse or the catch of her breath. He spoke; Sophie swooned inwardly and actually blushed, a fact she secretly hoped wasn't obvious in the blasted headlights.

"'Yet' bein' the key word, sugar," said Sophie with a slow smile. She dared take a step closer, feeling the skirt of her dress brush at her knees. "What parish are ya from?"

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in_the_wings
2011-02-16 08:50 am UTC (link)

Ohhh, he liked that smile. He liked that smile a LOT.

Deciding that she didn't seem to care one way or the other if he put his hands all over her...personal belongings, Shae scooped up the remainder of the fallen tokens and stuffed them back inside her purse. His eyes swept up along the length of her slim, supple legs, and he found himself wishing the hem of her skirt was just a little shorter. Not that her hemline would be much of an issue once the skirt was hiked up around her hips-

He stood abruptly, offering the purse out to her and shifting a bit to the right so that his shadow now blocked her from the headlights. Her features were more difficult to see this way, and he too stepped closer as his eyes gradually adjusted. He could just barely make out the lightly tinted pink dusting her cheeks, and the sight brought a grin of satisfaction to his lips.

"Evangeline, ohriginalleh," he returned, allowing his eyes to openly rove over her body before settling on her face. "Den we up an' move ta New Ohleans. Been a while, 'dough." He held up a finger, gesturing for her to wait as he jogged back over to his car and pulled the keys out of the ignition. The thought of backing out and straightening his car into the space briefly crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it; he had priorities, after all.

He returned to his awaiting damsel, though with the headlights now eliminated, she was little more than a darkly outlined figure against the dim trunk light. Her arms were nearly overflowing with books, and he took the liberty of reaching toward her and smoothly snatching them away; his fingertips brushed against the bare skin of her arm in the process, and he felt a tiny spark of electricity shudder along his spine. "I' take care o' dat, dawlin'. Wheah you say you' from, ag'in?"

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manyhymns
2011-02-17 12:40 am UTC (link)

Sophie's hips swung ever so gently as she shifted her weight to adjust the lessening of the load he'd been so kind to help her with. With her books in his arms, Sophie's surgical scar could easily be seen peeking out over the top of her dress, but the swell of her chest seemed to lessen the severity of that feature. She loved the initiative he had, loved the angularity of his face where the shadows played off of the features. His eyes were going to swallow her whole, she swore.

And she was just going to eat him up, Cajun spice and all.

His voice was easy on the ears and soul; it wrapped around you and was immediately captivating. "Baton Rouge," Sophie replied, her purse strap now hanging from her shoulder and her trunk now finally closed. "Born and bred, though I've been told my mama birthed me at my granny's house in the bayou durin' a devil of a hurricane." She took a small step closer. The hurricane wasn't the only thing the devil was in: The sultry grin that slid into view was all devil and the angel was Sophie Prideaux. "'Course, there are some things ya just can't leave behind."

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in_the_wings
2011-02-17 05:58 am UTC (link)

"Mmm," Shae responded as his eyes swept over her once more, though it was unclear whether he was acknowledging her words or simply enjoying the view. His gaze lingered for several moments at the neckline of her dress before returning to her face, seemingly nothing more than a casual glance.

He nodded in the direction of the building, silently cursing himself for intercepting the armful of books since it prevented him from touching her. It was probably a blessing in disguise, though; wouldn't want her to end up slapping him this early in the game.

There seemed to be something else fueling this sudden, intense interest he was experiencing, but it wasn't any sort of feeling he could rightly explain: his heart beat just a bit faster whenever she spoke or looked at him with those dark eyes- wait, were they actually dark, or was the lighting just that bad?- and he had to stifle the sudden, overwhelming urge to press her back against the car and swallow those sweet Southern sounds between his lips.

"Allons, ma cher," he murmured as he winked and began to walk backward toward the front entrance. "Le's git inside fuhst, den you tell me yo' life stohry. Can' see yo' pretteh eyes out heah."

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manyhymns
2011-02-23 11:46 pm UTC (link)

"My eyes, hm?" Her features were painted with a rather sweet and saucy grin. "There's a lot more than that to see in the dark, sugar." Sophie followed his lead and strode confidently to the door so that she might open it for him, at least. Her drawing notebooks weren't exactly like fliers, all light and flung easily by wind. She made a mental note to give him a massage to release all that tension from the heavy weight he carried.

And if it so happened that they both needed a release of tension, then that wouldn't be so bad, now would it?

She watched him move as he walked through the door, admiring his movement and his backside as the light in the lobby how hit him fully. How she wanted to run her hands through that dark mass of hair, to pull him to her and make it known that she needed him. She wished that the elevator wasn't so incredibly close: Sophie wanted to watch him and satisfy the feelings he seemed to be conjuring within her. This one was the black magic her Momma warned her about, and she wanted everything to do with it.

"Are ya fancying a ride up to the sixth floor or should I drop you off first?" Never mind that she had no idea what floor he lived on. All she knew is that she wanted him walking her to her door and to spend a whole lot more time in his presence tonight.

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in_the_wings
2011-02-25 01:31 am UTC (link)

Shae blinked. Then he blinked again. Did she just say sixth floor? That was Kami's floor...oh, there it was. Goddamn guilt.

But not right now. No, he absolutely refused to allow weeks of negligent behavior, absolute avoidance and general jack-assery (all on his part) to catch up to him right NOW, of all times. Not when this grey-eyed angel was giving him that look, as though she was plotting his systematic undoing with a few whispery-sweet words and that damn lowcut neckline.

His stomach coiled into knots as he stood there, silently debating his course of action. He could practically feel her eyes on him, and he very nearly swelled with pride at the knowledge that he'd caught her interest- especially since the attraction was obviously mutual. The sound of the elevator DING! roused him from his brief reverie, and as the metal doors slid open before him, he shifted the pile of sketchbooks to balance precariously over his hip as he reached out with his free arm and pulled his pretty new plaything against his side.

In a matter of moments they were both inside the elevator car. Unable to keep a solid grip on the books with only one arm, he allowed the thick stack to drop noisily to the floor; several loose papers fluttered gently down around the both of them, producing a rather fitting image of passionate desperation as Shae proceeded to pay his nameless companion a very intimate sort of greeting.

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manyhymns
2011-02-26 07:11 am UTC (link)

Under any other circumstance, he would have gotten smacked and yelled at for dropping her designs as he did. Right now, however, Sophie was being treated to exactly what she'd wanted; drawings could always be re-sketched.

Her purse fell to the floor, her hands were immediately in the thick, dark hair she'd so desperately wanted to experience for herself. Sophie found herself backing into the wall of the car, taking him with her while she teased his lips with her own, her tongue meeting its lover easily and without much complaint. He was a smoker, but she didn't much mind. The taste seemed to blend pleasantly, at least in her mind, with her hazelnut coffee that she'd partaken of during the early evening. A hushed whimper escaped her throat and cut through the heavier breathing as her kiss became increasingly more urgent.

Teeth bit gently at his bottom lip; hands began to journey from his hair down along his neck and chest and dropped little by little with every passing moment. Perhaps at some point, Sophie would scold herself for this moment in time. Everything about him, though, made the want and need course through her body like her own personal brand of heroin. It was hot, and she was completely insatiable.

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in_the_wings
2011-02-27 07:59 am UTC (link)

This was hardly the response Shae had expected from his ravishing new companion, and he very nearly giggled with glee. Er, well, he would have giggled with glee, except that this would have been a terribly unmanly brand of reaction...and his tongue was a little preoccupied at the moment.

She tasted so sweet on his lips, a mixture of something rich and vaguely salty, and as he tore his mouth away from hers to redirect attention along the graceful, maddeningly erotic curve of her throat, he gave a low groan of appreciation. Shae wasn't exactly known for his restraint in these matters, but even he had never actually gone all the way in an elevator. Of course, this line of thought implied that they would, in fact, go all the way when they'd only just met, only just kissed. In the span of about ten minutes.

Somehow, he doubted she would refuse any further advances on his part.

With this in mind, he quickly began to shuck off his jacket, lips never parting from the silky skin at the hollow of her throat. The motion revealed the loaded shoulder holster strapped across his upper torso, but he paid it no mind as his hand groped at her skirt. Completely disrobing would have been impractical given their current situation, but with a few minor adjustments, this could actually work. Damn well better work, because his fly felt like it had reached the breaking point.

His fingertips grazed the angular slope of her knee, and his palm slid up along the inside of her leg, dragging the hem of the dress along with it to expose one milky thigh. A simple shift left her straddling one of his legs, and he maneuvered her firmly back against the wall so that every curve, every soft line of that delicious body pressed desperately into his own.

He'd trailed his kisses down to her neckline, fully intending to tug the offending material out of the way, when his lips brushed over a smooth ridge of skin, and he pulled back to examine the irregularity. It was the jagged edge of the scar he'd only glanced back in the parking lot, but it was far more prominent in the fluorescent glare of the elevator. He considered this new development for several seconds, though the expression on his face was one of curiosity, not judgment.

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manyhymns
2011-02-28 02:07 am UTC (link)

If you ever want Sophie to do anything you'd ever want, begin kissing her suprasternal notch... that indentation of where the clavicles meet at the base of the throat. For her, touching there, kissing there was one of the ultimate and simplest of pleasures. He'd found that place, if only briefly; a deep, throaty, and oh-so-soft cry was her answer. Her fingers fumbled with his fly, mainly because of the fact that there was just enough space between them for clothing.

She pressed her hips against him as his hand came up under the hem of her dress, skin exposed, now. She wore no stockings--no need most days, and if he chose to go a bit higher, his skin would meet a silky pair of violet boyshort panties. She wanted him to find them, except like a kid who's hand was in the cookie jar, he'd only be rewarded.

Rarely was Sophie conscious of her scar; not these days, anyway. But when the trail of kisses stopped right when her fingers finally unclasped the coppery button of his jeans, they stopped, too. Panting softly, she took half a moment to look at him looking at her. "The ugly thing ain't gonna bite ya, sugar," she murmured gently, tugging downward at the tab of his zipper with an almost teasing speed. Sophie could tell just how aching he was to get out... She'd give him a place to stay, alright.

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in_the_wings
2011-03-23 09:26 pm UTC (link)

The scar itself was old, that much he could tell, as it lacked the angry red coloring of fresh scar tissue. Shae reached up to trace a gentle fingertip along the length of smoothly welted flesh, down, down between the valley of her breasts, until the mark disappeared beneath that goddamn teasing neckline. Oh yeah, it was definitely getting hot in here.

Those delicate, frisky fingers of hers had managed to unfasten the closure to his jeans, and he gave a relieved groan as he shifted against her, the heat of his arousal pulsing at her lower stomach through the flimsy material of his boxers. Her hand brushed fleetingly across the member in question and he hissed, realizing that she literally held the core of his desire in the palm of her hand.

His response was a roll of the hips that rocked her solidly against his thigh, and he grinned in satisfaction at the whimper the action elicited from her. He could feel a vague dampness against his leg, even through the thick denim of his jeans, and his breathing became even more erratic with the surge of pure arousal at the observation. Thank God she seemed to be just as turned on as he was, because it would only be a matter of moments now until he completely lost control, and then....well, then Sophie would just have to manage the repercussions on her own.

Shae abruptly tugged the neckline of the dress down to expose her shoulder and the gentle swell of her breast beneath her bra, while his other hand skillfully maneuvered the elastic legband of her panties, stretching the material aside as his fingers dipped insistently between her legs. It was a claiming gesture of sorts, and he briefly met those piercing blue-grey eyes with his own before leaning in to nibble at one of her earlobes.

No further words had passed between them, but at this point words were unnecessary. His body reacted to her so easily, the only natural response was to follow the cues, pursue the almost maddening stimulation...but he did love the sound of those moans, oh yes he did.

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