Anthony J Crowley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} serpentinedemon) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-07-18 00:42:00 |
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What: That copius smut Jack mentioned. Of course.
When/Where: Tonight, the dungeon of the club (which, disturbingly enough, existed before plot)
Warnings: Oh yes. NC-17, D/s elements, hetero sex, possibly violence. It goes on.
Crowley sauntered her way down the stairs of her club, heels clacking against the stone floors in a tell-tale off-beat rhythm. She was highly disappointed with the lack of options when it came to an 'appetizer', so to speak; What could she say? She was spoiled off the Angel. Little seemed to fill her, like watching him writhe in pleasure.
Setting a hand on the door to his quarters, she willed the lock to give, pushing the door open and leaning in the frame, to watch her pet for a moment, smug smirk in place as she basked in his desire, hot and heavy in the room.
"So beautiful, Angel," She annouced herself, before wandering in and shutting the door; they were long past the point of her pet trying to escape. Now, it was more to keep others out, than to keep him in.