Who: Mara/Poseidon What: Gimme my gun Where: Poseidon's office When: Tuesday, January 18, 2011 Warnings: TBD but definitely language and heavy flirting
Aquaman let her know he had her gun ready, but that he would be discussing price. Ha! Bullshit! He agreed that he owed her for not spilling about his wife to the demonic duo under torture. The little shit also wanted her to wear something slinky when she went to get the gun from him. Yeah, not happening. She doesn't have the cash flow or financial backing she did with the snake. She couldn't afford slinky. Yet. Hopefully that will change.
Poseidon said Tuesday. Well, it was Tuesday. First thing in the morning Tuesday, but nonetheless she was going to his office to get her stuff. She wanted to get started on coating those bullets as soon as possible. Georgie boy would be bringing the Holy Water to the angel's place today as well. She's ahead of schedule.
She didn't tell Raphael where she was going, just that she was. She had made herself a quick and dirty misdirection charm, wearing it around her neck to throw off any hellbound that might be looking for her while she was out in the open. As long as she kept moving it should hold up so she didn't waste any time getting to Poseidon's office building.
Just like last time she didn't bother with the receptionist, but she did give the courtesy knock before opening the door to his office to go in. "Better not be banging the secretary." It's like a text adventure, except with midgets. Ads by Project Wonderful! Your ad here, right now: $2.30
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 08:23 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "She called out sick," he said as she entered, sitting casually at his desk, legs spread apart, back pushing the chair back on it's wheels. He looked her over, tapping his fingers against the desk. "What's with the outfit?" he held his hands out. "I thought we said slinky?"
There was something in Mara's flirtations that kept him from dwelling too much on how fucked up things were at home. She kept him on his toes and with the fire Amphitrite used to give. Poseidon made enemies, so this was the closest he had to a friend. He wasn't about to be handing out teddy bears and hugs, but he would tolerate her. That was until she pissed him off again, then he might get physical. Part of him thought that's what she was gunning for, if only to keep his tempers off of Amphitrite or any other innocent victim.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 08:58 pm UTC (link) Track This She helped herself to a side saddle sit on the edge of his desk across from him and huffed. "You can say what you want but until you give me a paycheck you get what you get. I'm broke, Aquaman."
She smirked at him, not entirely in a picking on him riff just yet. For some stupid reason she liked him and Amphritite. Otherwise she wouldn't A) give him such a hard time and B) try talking sense to his wife.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 09:07 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His eyes trailed from her leg up, meeting her eyes with an expression that said 'are you expecting something?'. "I could buy you a thing or two if it means giving me something to look at when you show up." He chuckled lightly, seeming to ignore what she was there for. He'd drag this out a bit, she amused him.
He wasn't sure her interest in he and his darling wife, but it had proved interesting just the same. Having barely known this girl she'd hijacked herself to Greece with him, not even his family would have pulled a move like that. Not for him. Not even if he asked.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 09:14 pm UTC (link) Track This It probably looked stupid in the cargo pants but she ran a hand up the side of her leg to her hip, her smirk lifting. "You spring for something leather and lace, I'll wear it."
She's done business before. There are protocols, bullshit to get through, amenities and etiquette if you will. She can play along.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 09:31 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "I can make those arrangements," he smirked. "I'm quite fond of leather." He was also fond of spending money, though he didn't tend to overkill it, he was a business man after all. Unless it covered his tracks, Poseidon didn't dally around with everything.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 09:38 pm UTC (link) Track This Her smirk became a grin and she let herself lounge down on his desk towards him, putting her chin into her hand. "Then next time you establish a dresscode, punkin' make sure you send the dress first."
She bit at the corner of her lip for a moment then got to business without changing her tone of voice or pose. "You got my gun?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 09:45 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His hands moved from their position as she lay on top of his paperwork. "Black or red?" He grinned.
"If I said it's hidden, what would you do to get it?" He was teasing her.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 09:54 pm UTC (link) Track This She huffed in amusement for the question before pulling her legs in so she could swivel on the desk, sending his paperwork everywhere or wrinkling the hell out it, ending up with her boots on either arm of his chair.
"Depends on what you're capable of this time." She grinned, her elbows on her knees. "Black."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 10:13 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Poseidon sat back in his chair, letting it bend against his weight, a curious expression on his face, finger to mouth, elbow on the arm of the chair.
"Name it," he said assuredly.
"Knee length or mini?"
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 10:34 pm UTC (link) Track This She looked at him in silence for a moment then snorted, her smirk turning lopsided.
She pulled her feet off the arms of his chair in lieu of threading them through either side of the chair and slid into his lap.
"You're in a better mood. You're buying. You choose."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 10:39 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Had a night to cool off," he said carefully watching her moves before meeting her eyes. He clicked the pen he'd been holding in his hand a few times when feeling the warmth of her body in his lap, biting his bottom lip.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 10:41 pm UTC (link) Track This "Yeah?" She kept the eye contact, not one to be intimidated by anyone or anything, and placed her elbow on his shoulder putting her that much closer to him.
"So what does that translate to?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 10:53 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His breath caught in his throat, the release not without a good lick of his tongue against teeth as he looked at her with half-lidded eyes.
"Why don't you figure that one out." Grin.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 10:56 pm UTC (link) Track This She gave a throaty chuckle and pulled back enough to hook her finger in his collar, giving it a tug as she writhed her hips forward on his lap.
"I want," she kissed him, "my gun."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 11:18 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "You're teasing me," he said with a grin.
The phone rang at that moment, his lips tied up with hers, leaving him frustrated when she pulled back.
"Find it."
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 11:21 pm UTC (link) Track This She chuckled with a smirk on her face letting him answer the phone but taking the invitation to heart. Where else is someone going to hide a gun? Their pants! It's her first search.
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-18 11:39 pm UTC (link) DeleteTrack This She was moving around too much in his lap as he tried to hold some form of conversation. Just small words, a shake or nod of the head, though his eyes stayed on her.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) You'll have to tell me if she finds the gun! LOL [info]witch_hunt 2011-01-18 11:43 pm UTC (link) Track This Well she might not have found the gun but she found something else just as good and lingers there with her hand, keeping her lips a hard breath from the skin of his lips, cheek and neck.
She has to give him credit. He's at least maintaining some sort of communication on the phone.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) It's in his desk, but she found [a] gun. LOL [info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 12:02 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His eyes rolled for a second, feeling hands in places they shouldn't be but wanted to be. He paused to clear his throat, the colleague on the other line far more chatty then he cared to bother with.
It wasn't sex if he didn't actually use her. Right now she was using him.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) Is it loaded? XD [info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 12:07 am UTC (link) Track This Pressing herself against him trapped her hand where it was, her breath warm against his jaw and traveling back towards his ear, but she still didn't let her lips touch him.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) Cocked and ready. Bad puns are bad. XD [info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 12:12 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His mouth opened to respond to the question given on the other line, but it was lost, his mouth just setting slightly agape for a moment, hand clenching against the arm of the chair.
"Dorian? Dorian?" the man asked again and again.
"That's not a gun," he managed to roll from deep in his throat, holding the phone away from his other ear.
"Dorian," the man said again. He took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry what was the question?" he asked again.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) Here's hoping it doesn't just go off! Woot! The PUNishment! [info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 12:17 am UTC (link) Track This "I don't know." She gave a quiet, throaty chuckle and finally kiss the soft skin beneath his earlobe. "Only one way to know for sure."
She grazed her teeth against his neck as she pulled her hand back out to begin fumbling with his belt.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) >_< [info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 12:24 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "Thought we weren't playing this game," he said in a half-breathed statement, his eyes rolling back again. He wasn't getting anywhere with Amphitrite if this girl did more than play touch and feel.
He mumbled into the phone, while the other man continued to ramble on. He wasn't listening to a word of it.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 12:27 am UTC (link) Track This "You started it." She pulled back give him a languid smirk with half lidded eyes as she got the belt open then started on his pants.
"C'mon, Aquaman." She got close enough to flick his lip with the tip of her tongue. "You seem a lot better than the last time. The desk must not be that offensive."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 12:32 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This She let him play, that's where this got him into it in the first place. She baited his words and flirtations.
"The Misses wouldn't like it," he grinned.
"The desk is recovering."
Though hell if she couldn't touch a little.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 12:34 am UTC (link) Track This She froze in place, his pants half opened, the zipper still up and she pulled back enough to look him in the face.
"The Missus wouldn't like it."
She can't believe what she's hearing! Could it be he actually listened to her?
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 12:38 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "What?" he said holding his hands out, finally hanging up the phone.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 12:40 am UTC (link) Track This She leaned back, her hands planting on her thighs near her hips as she arched a brow at him.
"Since when do you care if she wouldn't like you banging around?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 12:44 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He didn't have the answer to that question.
"I don't," he started, his tongue lined his teeth again, he didn't want her to stop. He had a lot of pent up energy, but last time had been a failed mission.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 12:50 am UTC (link) Track This Time to test the waters a little bit more apparently.
She let her smirk come back as she leaned away from him, undoing a couple of buttons on her flannel with deft flicks of her fingers.
"So what's the deal?"
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 01:00 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This Eyes stayed glued to those fingers. This girl liked teasing him. He laid his head to the side against his shoulder, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants where she hadn't. Smallest of smiles as he sat up, taking her other hand and sliding it back to that uncovered area she'd been curious of. His chest hit hers, his lips low against her ear.
One hand pressed her tightly to him, the other fishing around the drawer in his desk, laying the weapon she'd asked him for along with the boxes of ammo.
"There's your gun," he whispered sexily, throaty voice.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 01:04 am UTC (link) Track This He thought THIS was teasing? He really didn't know her very well!
She gripped him hard enough to hurt most men knowing he could take it, letting a low sound escape her lips for being pressed against him like that.
Then she grinned, pleased about the gun and pulled her hand away, pushing back from him with her hand on his chest and made to get out of his lap.
"Good."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 01:23 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This His breath really did hitch at that, teeth gritting tightly. Damn that woman.
If it hadn't been for his secretary buzzing in on the phone line he would have thrown her back on that desk and finished what they started a few days before.
He could feel his lap throb, giving her a hard glare.
"You really do want to bleed don't you?"
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 01:27 am UTC (link) Track This She chuckled as she picked up the gun from the desk, turning it over, making sure the safety was on and all that jazz.
"Bleeding doesn't scare me, Aquaman. You forget I just spent a few days being tortured in Hell."
She was still well within reach. "Tell me about the gun."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 01:34 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This "I don't think I'm in the mood to say," he said through his teeth.
His belt was re-situated, zipper up, that glare still heavy on his features.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 01:37 am UTC (link) Track This She glanced over her shoulder and saw the glare on his face then smirked as she gave an amused huff. A grin formed on her face as she turned around to lean her butt against his desk, the gun held expertly at her thigh.
"Water god you gotta make up your mind."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 01:48 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This This was new ground, and dealing with it he was not. What Amphitrite refused left him hot and cold. She was the obsession and no matter what he did he couldn't make himself stray right now. It was pissing him off. By Tartarus he wanted a taste.
When he did sleep with Mara she wasn't going to be able to walk straight or stand up.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 01:54 am UTC (link) Track This "Ooooh!" She made a mockingly scared look, brows raised but there was mischief in her eyes. "Scary silent glare."
She chuckled and sat up on the desk, scooting back until her knees were against the edge. "It's an easy choice. Gun. Or make me walk like John Wayne."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 02:02 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This If she continued to tease and punch his buttons he would drive that metal gun where she didn't want it.
"Keep taunting," he threatened standing up, hands on either side of her, letting his mouth take that aggressive punch with a forceful kiss, biting down on her lip when he pulled away.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 02:06 am UTC (link) Track This The moan that got put into the kiss became an appreciative growl for the bite. It hurt, but she's had worse, that's for sure.
It left her breathing heavy and her eyes were deep when he pulled back entirely. "Might just do that if that's my incentive."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 02:14 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He turned his head, running a hand against his neck before clearing his throat.
"I've got things to do," he said dismissing her, licking his lips. He'd lost the mood. When they played along it made it only half as enjoyable as getting to break them. Or so it was what he told himself, the strings on him were tightening even more. The day he got Amphitrite back in bed was the day he knew he'd be able to skirt around, though he wasn't so sure how long he'd be able to hold out. Mara was making a very enticing invitation, but not today.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 02:21 am UTC (link) Track This She chuckled, sliding off the desk which put her closer to him. She looked at his face all turned away like that and grinned, slithering out around him.
Her hand snapped up the box of ammo as she freed herself from him then stuffed it into her thigh pocket. "Thanks, Aquaman." She held the gun up indication of her gratitude then tucked it into the back of her pants under her shirt.
"You have no idea how much this helps."
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[info]neptune_storm 2011-01-19 03:06 am UTC (link) DeleteTrack This He grabbed her just before she slipped away, keeping her close, with one more biting threat. "Next time," he whispered darkly in her ear.
"I'm sure I can take a guess, don't use it all in one place," he said, that glare while still heavy, easing up a little. Straightening his shirt he cleaned up the desk she'd made a mess of.
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[info]witch_hunt 2011-01-19 03:08 am UTC (link) Track This She made sure she gave back as good as she got, pressing against him in all the right ways before she backed up to tuck the gun away.
"Never ending supply of anti-inferno fun."
She grinned with a wink she wasn't sure he'd catch since he was so focused on his papers then jogged for the office door with a pleased laugh. Oh she will be SO set if those two hellish morons came after her now!