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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-02 22:55:00

Entry tags:

changing woman, raven

Who: Shae and Kamillah
What: Stairway to...heaven?
Where: The stairwell
When: October 2, shortly before midnight and after this thread
Warning: ...yeah, okay, there's a SMUT ALERT.

Two days, Shae thought as he pressed himself flush against the wall of the third floor landing. I'm gone for two fucking days, and everything goes to pot. He was seriously beginning to wonder if someone at the bar had spiked his drink.

His day was supposed to be done. He'd caught the perp, he'd collected on the bounty- hell, he'd even met an unsuspecting neighbor in the process. It was time to kick back and relax.

So why was he suddenly walking into a goddamn Egyptian tomb? And then some kind of Greco-Roman temple? The stairwell had seemed normal enough that he'd sought refuge there, and he'd been hoping against hope that somehow this elaborate hallucination of his would evaporate by the third floor, but- nope, no such luck.

Shae was usually a logical person. A rational person. Maybe a little gullible at times, and certainly susceptible to a well-planned swindle. But this...this, was out of control. Was he actually losing his mind, or were there trees growing out of the third floor? What would he find in his own apartment, if he could even make it that far without dissolving into a giant puddle of crazy? He was starting to get really nervous, and when Shae was really nervous, he had a bit of an itchy trigger finger. That didn't necessarily bode well for anyone else who might have been unlucky enough to take the stairs...

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in_the_wings
2010-10-26 12:35 am UTC (link)

Shae probably should have been more surprised at how easily she conceded to the whole idea, but strangely enough, he wasn't; he'd had a nagging suspicion that those pretty, dark eyes of hers were far from innocent. That's why he'd suggested it in the first place.

He chuckled a little amusedly at her Psycho remark. Beautiful girl living alone, inviting a perfect stranger into her home...and now she was reassuring him? "'Dat IS yo' showuh, Miss Kami. Walk in whenevuh you lahk."

As if to illustrate that he was completely serious, he easily shed his jacket and went to work loosening the strap on his shoulder holster, apparently set on stripping down in front of her. Once that had been carefully discarded (the gun was loaded, after all), he pulled a leather card holder from his back pocket and offered it out to Kami for safekeeping. It was an equally reassuring gesture in that she now held both his badge and identification card- and of course, all the personal information contained within.

Fortunately for Kami, Shae'd never had any particular body image issues, so it was with little self consciousness that he tugged his shirt over his head to expose his tattoo-riddled torso. The invitation in his eyes was clear as he smiled at his host- Join me?

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-26 05:06 am UTC (link)

Kami looked very, very tempted for a moment, biting down on her full lower lip as her gaze skipped from one inked design to another, tracing her way up and down his torso again. Tall, dark, and handsome - got her every time. Damn. Then she gave herself a little shake, licked her lips slowly in an absent gesture, and then met his look straight-on. "You," she nearly purred, "are a very bad man."

Lifting his card holder upwards, she tapped the uppermost edge against her lips as if to hide her renewed smile. The brightness of her eyes, though, gave away the game. "I'll think about it," she added, voice only slightly less heated on the second attempt at talking. She laughed and that cleared things a bit more as she tucked the little leather envelope into her back pocket and motioned around the bathroom. "There's towels in the little cupboard behind the door," she continued. "Use whatever products you like but the scrubbies are mine. No touchie."

Suddenly, she stepped forward and snatched his shirt away with another laugh. "I'll just take this, though." Her fingers flickered over the area of his chest that was equivalent to the taco sauce spot on his shirt. "I can probably get that out."

Then Kami stepped back again as if worried what further touching might lead to and gave him a wink. "Take your time. I'll just be out front." With that, she slipped nimbly out of the bathroom, a final little wave encouraging him to do what was necessary.

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in_the_wings
2010-10-26 06:49 am UTC (link)

Tempted, yes. Shae was very tempted to shuck off all of their clothes and drag her into the shower stall with him, but the lady had spoken. He'd just have to bide his time. They'd only just met, anyway...he'd give her another hour.

He stripped off his jeans, filthy things they were, and stepped into the stall only to be totally overwhelmed by girliness. Holy god, he'd stepped straight into Barbie Hell. He diligently avoided the numerous dangling shower poufs, which seemed to be strategically sorted in rainbow order, and searched for a shampoo that would least offend his masculine sensibilities. Things weren't looking good.

...what the hell. So he'd smell pretty for a day.

After a good ten minutes of hot streaming water and citrusy-jasmine scented soap, he emerged from the shower dripping and ready to escape- he'd felt like he was somehow tainting her flowery, sanitary femaleness by invading the space, and he needed out. It was starting to remind him too much of his childhood, having to share a bathroom with five females. He'd lost before he'd ever even begun.

The jeans, he realized a little belatedly, were a lost cause. He made a quick decision and secured one of the larger towels around his waist before poking his head out the bathroom door. "You still 'dere, ma cher?" He asked as he shuffled back into the living room in his makeshift garment, raking a hand through his wet, matted curls.

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-26 07:39 am UTC (link)

"Right out here, Shae!" Busily smoothing his shirt across the back of a bar stool so the small, treated area on the front could dry, Kami looked over her shoulder from where she stood near the kitchen bar. Her smile was already in place, automatic at the sound of his voice, but the flush rose to her cheeks again as his state of near-nudity struck her. She did not shift her eyes away, though, but took him in deliberately. Why not? In for a penny, in for a... Whole lot.

"Well," she breathed finally, "I see you found the towels." She turned then and leaned back against the bar slightly. Part of her was glad she had opted for her more restrained pajama option but another part was feeling totally overdressed. One ankle crossed loosely over the other, the hems of her brightly patterned cotton sleep pants lifting up a bit at the motion. Just as she made a study of him, his own review moved up from bare feet to a few tantalizing inches of flat, pale stomach exposed by her cropped camisole, lace edging and a vibrant purple contrast to her skin. "Your shirt is going to have to dry a bit," she continued. "Sorry."

She didn't sound particularly sorry at all.

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in_the_wings
2010-10-27 03:49 am UTC (link)

No, there was most definitely no apology evident in her voice. Shae smirked at the subtle display before him, wondering if she was countering his less-is-more look with...well, more-is-more. Sexy obviously wasn't just a low-cut neckline, and Kami seemed to naturally have it in spades.

Granted, he was sort of imagining her topless at the moment, but she wasn't exactly discouraging that line of thought. Sayeth the naked man in the towel.

"Ah," was the best he could come up with as he sauntered toward her, flicking at the treated spot on his shirt with his fingers, "'Den I' jes' hafta stay heah a little longuh, n'est-ce pas? Can' send me home like 'dis."

He propped an arm on the bar beside her and just smiled, eyes wandering briefly over her figure. "Dat's a good color on you."

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-27 04:42 am UTC (link)

"Oh, this old thing?" Kami grinned impishly as she lifted one hand and hooked a single finger under one of the camisole's thin straps to shift it a bit. Another strap, this one white with tiny pink dots, stood revealed; he should have known a figure like that required a bra until the last minute. She let the thin lace snap back into place and pushed herself up with one elbow so she could better watch him, close and comfy, faces a hands-breadth apart. "Why, thank you, Mr. Dufraisne," she murmured.

Dropping her eyes a bit, she studied his chest from beneath lowered eyelashes and it was almost passable as a demure, ashamed look. Except the situation of him naked in her apartment pretty much negated any sort of claim to delicate innocence. "I couldn't resist looking," she admitted and a giggle followed the words almost immediately as she lifted her gaze to meet his again. "You hand something like that over and I had to see what was in it."

Kami gave him a frank look of assessment, no hesitation this time as her eyes roamed his naked skin. Suddenly, she lifted a hand to trace two fingers over the scar at his shoulder, light as thought and twice as teasing. "So you're a bondsman," she continued. "Like a bounty hunter, right? Did you get this from someone even more dangerous than you are?"

Words and touch ended at the same time and, while her fingers rested just barely on his skin, she met his eyes with interest and warmth.

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in_the_wings
2010-10-27 06:22 am UTC (link)

Ah, so she'd taken the bait. Perfect.

...except that now, with her fingertips tracing burning paths over the sensitive scar tissue lacing his shoulder and collarbone, he had the sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, Kami had the upper hand in this situation. He was the naked one, in her apartment...growing desperately impatient and increasingly aroused at her featherlight caresses.

Woman knew what she was doing, no doubt. And here he'd thought he was the seduction mastermind.

Normally he had more control than this, Shae tried to reassure himself as he abruptly leaned down and pressed his lips to the skin beneath her ear, closing his eyes and discretely inhaling the scent of her perfume. Well, so much for THAT line of questioning.

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-27 06:54 am UTC (link)

What escaped Kami's slightly parted lips at his touch barely counted as a word - too breathy and soft and surprised; it teased against his damp hair, along the curve of his ear. Her hand at his shoulder shifted, too, at his increased closeness until her fingers curled over him. Short nails dug slightly into his skin as her grip tightened.

Catching her reaction a few seconds too late, Kami giggled breathlessly and forced her fingers to relax. Then she slipped her palm along his shoulder to rest, cupped, at the base of his neck. "You know," she whispered, "I'm doubting anyone's more dangerous than you at this point."

Almost without thinking, her fingers worked their way into his damp curls. Kami's eyes half-closed and he could hear her take a shallow, impatient little breath to calm herself. "Really, really, really doubting it, Mr. Ezra Dufraisne. God."

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