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Rebecca Crane (needmymp3) wrote in erato_dr,
@ 2012-03-02 19:56:00

Where we spin things off because we can.
[So they're God-knows how far underground at this point, as if being at the bottom of the ocean wasn't claustrophobic enough. Sentinels and bots all around, she's in the middle of reloading her gun when a lovely little hunk of metal tries to tazer her calf. She evades with a hop to the side, skidding on the heel of her shoe and ending up off balance with one leg up. Stumbling occurs, and of course it happens Cross' way as she whacks that magazine into her gun as the bot pursues.

She finds balance after skimming her hand across his back, shooting Sir Taze-A-Lot in the face four times. Both arms drop to her sides as she lets out a sigh, not taking note of the fact it wasn't a barrier her hand skimmed over.] I really don't like tazers. They suck.

[Inspired/ spun off of this thread.]

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	rack_em_up 2012-03-03 01:26 am UTC (link)
	[...So Acumen can't play his little games down here, huh.] [Timing, what a bitch. But there's that thing about gift horses and mouths, so he tosses his not even half finished smoke and steps close, gloved hand perching under her chin and yes, touching.] I don't know, that one's growing on me. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-03-03 01:37 am UTC (link)
	Try getting zapped with one of... those... [Her eyes flicker with a bit of surprise when she realizes his hand's actually touching her chin, and she looks directly at him. Then she blinks, trying to put it together.] No sensors down here. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-03-03 01:40 am UTC (link)
	[He loves how you catch on quick. And though drawing things out is far more fun, no such luxury.] They've got control here. C'mon. [There's a dark corner out there somewhere with their name on it.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-03-03 01:51 am UTC (link)
	[She gives the crowd a look. Things have thinned. And Sentience did say it was... against programming to kill inmates. She looks at Cross, hands on her hips. A moment, then:] We won't have a lot of time. [Lead the way.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-03-03 01:58 am UTC (link)
	[Which he does snagging her hand and ignoring Allen's squawking as he leads her off into the maze of computers.] Not enough time. But some. [More than he had a minute ago.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-03-03 02:00 am UTC (link)
	[Remind her to ask about the white haired kid who looked quite unimpressed with them.] This is incredibly irresponsible. [She squeezes his hand.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-03-03 02:08 am UTC (link)
	[He really won't be reminding he of that.] Mmhmm. [Yeah he doesn't care and clearly you don't either.] [And here's a nook that will do fine. Between big hulking computers, no bots around, a nice sturdy wall which he backs her against.] You'd regret it if I let you go back. [So admit it and give him that IOU.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-03-03 02:15 am UTC (link)
	I did ask you to entertain me. [She'd stuck her gun back in the holster at her thigh when they were walking, so both arms are free to snake around his neck. Fingers lacing together behind his head and feeling the wall against her back, she pulls him down without further adieu and locks her lips over his.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-03-03 02:24 am UTC (link)
	[All he gets out is a long hum before he leans down to meet her. Timing being what it is he's through teasing and pushes her against the wall to get enough leverage for a very, very good kiss. His knee slides between her legs until it thumps the wall, his hands sliding into place at her waist the second his gloves are peeled off and discarded.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

needmymp3
2012-03-03 03:22 am UTC (link)

[You supply the knee, she'll hike up her leg against it. She'll actually curl her calf around the back of his thigh and pull his hips against hers. From no touching to a lot of touching, she isn't exactly surprised but she is slightly disappointed with the short period of time. No lingering touches, just get to the point while they can. An elevator full of people probably aren't going to wait for two stragglers who just played 7 minutes in heaven behind the goddamn computers.

She slides her fingers though his hair, dropping one after the other down to his chest. She pulls away from the kiss, but not far at all, just enough to whisper between breaths.] Skin. [Not enough of it showing. Let her help you with that coat.]

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rack_em_up
2012-03-03 03:44 am UTC (link)

[You and the hair, honestly. But bigger concerns of course, like tugging off his coat and not caring about the heap it lands in as he starts on his shirt buttons with one hand while his other slips beneath her shirt, his bare palm on the small of her back to yank her hips closer. He can hear little tings of beat from her earphones and smirks against her mouth. Music, indeed.]

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needmymp3
2012-03-03 03:56 am UTC (link)

[With an arch of her back she does grind her hips against his, impatient hands untucking his shirt for him and pulling it apart as buttons barely clear the holes. She smooths her hands down his sides, slowing just enough to savor the moment she brings them together across his abdomen--with a little smirk of her own-- down to his belt. She'd love to tease him, but there may not be another chance. She thumbs the leather through the buckle, multitasking with her tongue against his.]

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rack_em_up
2012-03-03 05:16 am UTC (link)

[After that belt's undone she'll have to relinquish her hands, but just long enough for Cross to pull her shirt over her head. It'd be quicker to just lift it but he'll take the risk and it's well worth it thank you, since now he can run his hands over her curves, her soft, perfect skin.]

[Somewhere in the middle deciding the most efficient way to get into her pants, he's done trying to be just fast. Screw timing; if he only has one chance he's not wasting it. His hands slide down her body, lingering on her ass appreciatively before grabbing her thighs to tug them up and around his hips.]

[Being the quick study she is, she'll surely hold on while he carries her over to a lowered console-looking thing, his mouth slipping past her chin to nibble at her neck as he sets her down. It's a little high but beggars and choosers, etc.] That's better. [he tugs her close again, god she feels good.]

	THE TERRIBLY SAD HEARTBREAKING FUTURE I CANT BLEEV I HELPED CREATE needmymp3 2012-03-17 12:30 am UTC (link)
	[She's not sure what she expects to see coming in, a little tentative in sliding through the door and peeking past the hanging curtains. The wait was emotionally draining-- she hasn't cried, but she hasn't slept either. She smiles weakly, raising her brows as she slips up to the foot of his bed. A lot of bandages. She swallows hard.] ...Hey there good looking. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	but it's okay because it's epic and I love you~ rack_em_up 2012-03-17 12:37 am UTC (link)
	[Even before he opens his eyes she gets a smile. And he reaches up to remove that annoying air mask.] Took you long enough. [It's a joke of sorts; only Allen had been able to see him until a bit ago. He lifts a hand, beckoning. Don't stand way over there.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)