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Annalisa Montgomery ([info]a_sinner) wrote in [info]quaffle_rpg,
@ 2009-09-01 19:53:00

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Characters: Annalisa and Bryce Derrik
Date: 01 September 2004
Location: Derrik Manor, West Sussex
Status/Warning: Private/R- Sexual content, language, semi-violence
Summary: Annalisa is getting ready to go out but nothing's ever easy in the Derrik household
Completion: In-Progress



Annalisa was riffling through her closet, dropping clothes haphazardly around her as she pulled things out, held them up, and discarded them. She was tired, exhausted really, from working out and practicing all day. All she wanted to do was get a drink and relax, if only she could figure out what to wear first. If it weren't for the fact that she could pretty much guarantee that the press would be around if they went anywhere worth going, she wouldn't have cared. But she didn't want to show up in the dailies tomorrow with her hair in a messy ponytail sporting grass-stained sweats.

When she heard someone come into the room she poked her head out the door to find Bryce and gave him a quick smile. "Hey are you getting ready?" she asked, glancing at the clothes he wore- he was still dressed for work. "We're going out tonight, remember?"

Sure, she'd considered the fact that it was a Tuesday but what did that really matter? She wanted a drink. In fact, Tuesday just meant that the bars would be less full of people. A nice quiet night out- now there would be a change.

As she turned back to her robes she could be heard grumbling, "'got too many damn clothes."


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[info]blugdeonjustice
2009-09-04 01:06 am UTC (link)
As she bent over, her lips moving to press against his in a violent almost messy sort of way Bryce slipped his hands down to her scanty clad rear-end, trying to lift his head to return the favor.

Letting his tongue trace the curve of her mouth, he snorted quietly, under his breath at her words and gave a softer kiss then what she was looking for on the skin of her lips. "Silly girl." He seemed to breath against her mouth, as if reassuring her of her wrongful notion. He wouldn't sleep around, not without good cause. He'd married her after all, not the other scores of women. And with that thought he pressed his mouth back to hers with the fervor she had been silently asking for, ready to remind her of that fact.

Phase Three hadn't failed after all.

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