Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-19 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, maryanne walker (oe), ~clint barton (comic) |
Who: Maryanne and Clint
Where: Clint's apartment.
What: She's a boy. And they're going to share a bed.
When: Early Monday morning.
Rating: Probably High. Just to be safe.
Open: No
Status: Ongoing, threaded
Maryanne told herself that this was no different from coming over any other time. She wasn't different. Not at all. Though... She was. Four inches taller. There was that. And... Well. There was the whole penis complication. But inside she was still her. She still worked the same way. She still loved him. In fact she held the little purple donkey with in her large.. man.. hands. He was giving her strength, not to get all nervous and turn back. She had kidnapped some of Mitchell's clothes, simply because she'd given Daryl's to Tim, and she didn't want to wear those. This was a different life. She didn't want to be rid of the old. But it was time for that one to be put in a drawer. And preserved. Rubbing her hands over the tight skinny jeans, that had surprisingly fit. One at a time so that she didn't have to stuff the donkey anywhere. Straightening the black tee. She gave herself courage. And damned it all. Whatever happened would happen. Maryanne rapped her fingers against the door. Surprised that there wasn't a worn place where she knocked. She felt like she'd done it often enough. That there should be a mark. But there wasn't. Shortly after she knocked she slapped herself in the forehead. With a shake of her head, she began to type rather rapidly. >>Hi. >>I'm here. Glad that his number was on speed dial. |