Who: Church and Tex Where: Tex's place When: Right after the Red thread (too lazy to link) What: Church is high and dry. Literally. Rating: S for Sex Status: Incomplete and absolutely closed. Unless its York. Or Caboose. Hah. Caboose would freak out. Open to Caboose!
It was cold, walking from the apartments that Red lived in across the residential district to the nicer part of town, wearing no shirt. It wasn't like he didn't have the option to wear a shirt.. he was holding his shirt and his jacket in one hand, but he just.. didn't feel like putting them on. It was his punishment, for going over there and doing that. Now he had to walk back home in the freezing temperatures in the middle of the night without a shirt on, and risk having his nipples frost over. And with that thought in his mind, he lifted a hand to touch one just to make sure it was hanging in there.. because that'd be a tragic loss.
After twenty minutes of walking he finally made it to the front door of the mansion and he let out a breath before trying the door. It was unlocked, because the Spartans weren't really afraid of someone robbing them.. they were Spartans, after all. With lots of big guns and bad attitudes. Church stepped in and enjoyed the heated living room for a few minutes before he set his coat and shirt down on the couch there and reached down to adjust the crotch of his pants. Yeah. He was definitely still ready for sex. He'd contemplated the idea the entire walk over here.. and had finally made up his mind.
With a little pat given to himself between his legs, as if in encouragement, he started for the stairs and down the hall towards Tex's bedroom. It was late, so he assumed she'd be there. The door was a little ajar so he pushed it open the rest of the way and then came to stand in the now open doorway, a little surprised to find the lights in the room on. His entire torso was red from the cold, but the marks that had just recently been left on his neck from Red's teeth, and on his chest and back from her nails, showed up on top of the red from the cold. There was also a faint red outline of a woan's hand on his cheek.