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Giles Babcock (one_of_twelve) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-01-25 21:08:00

Entry tags:

!complete, giles babcock, kirsty cotton

Who: Giles Babcock and Kirsty Cotton
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: A small pub
What: Meeting up
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete

"Don't you think about going anywhere, Giles Babcock! Don't you even think it! You stay right here and stop shaking!"

The memory had come in a sudden snapshot. A moment when he was perhaps eight or nine, staying with another foster family. They hadn't been good people. He'd never had the good fortune to end up in the care of truly good people. The memory disappeared almost as soon as it appeared, like all his other intrusive thoughts. He needed to straighten himself out. Babcock kept glancing over his shoulder for the woman, the Kirsty Cotton, who had spoken to him.

He didn't know what this was: friends, or trying to date, or any of that. It was confused in his mind. It crossed and intersected with the loosest of threads. All he knew for sure was that he was meeting Kirsty Cotton for a beer. He hadn't even ordered a beer, and usually the bartender would comment but Babcock's size always had intimidated.

So he just waited and avoided thinking too hard on what to do, what to say, how to act. He'd just be himself, or try to be. Whoever that was.

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one_of_twelve
2013-01-28 01:44 am UTC (link)

His first instinct was to recoil at the touch, an instinct he was glad he overrode because it was a pleasant sensation. In the past, he hadn't liked people touching him. Foster parents. Bar people. Once, someone had brushed against him in the cafeteria in prison. Babcock had...reacted negatively.

"Like I said, I uh, I've travelled," he said, by now quite focused on her. "You look pretty damn good. If I can say so."

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	bloodonsnow 2013-01-28 01:51 am UTC (link)
	"You can. Hell, once I hit forty, I got pretty okay with anyone complimenting me." Kirsty grinned, leaning back onto the bar and taking a sip of her beer. "After forty, you don't want to celebrate any more birthdays, because then it's just a countdown until the one that you don't make it to." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

one_of_twelve
2013-01-28 02:04 am UTC (link)

"Huh. Never thought of it that way," he said. "But I guess I'm grateful for every birthday. Means I'm getting to another level...if that makes sense."

Giles finished off his beer. He was relaxing more now. If Kirsty wasn't a cop, by now he would've suggested smoking some weed in his truck. Still, even though he couldn't quite let his guard down (when had he ever?) it felt good to make a new friend.

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	bloodonsnow 2013-01-28 02:29 am UTC (link)
	"It does." She chuckled, rolling her shoulders and groaning when one popped. "Hey, you wanna get out of here? Go do something?" Kirsty still got the feeling that Giles Babcock was a jumper, that he was going to freak out that she was 5-0 or some other cliché, but she figured she'd try. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-28 02:32 am UTC (link)
	Giles looked at her for a moment. Then, he placed his empty bottle on the bartop. "Yeah. I do," he said simply, feeling the hunger again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bloodonsnow 2013-01-28 02:38 am UTC (link)
	Kirsty pulled out her wallet, tossing down enough for hers and a nice tip before putting her jacket back on. "Any place in particular you want to go?" God, she hoped he picked up on subtlety. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-28 02:43 am UTC (link)
	"I don't uh..." he began slowly as they left the bar. His eyes traced the curve of her neck and below. Without quite making a decision, he suddenly found that he'd moved forward. His mouth descended on hers in a sudden expression of the hunger he felt, and he could only hope in the back of his mind that he wasn't about to feel a tazer on his flesh. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bloodonsnow 2013-01-28 02:56 am UTC (link)
	The first thing she thought when she kissed him was that it must hurt his back, kissing most women. The second thing she thought was finally, fuck. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, chuckling when they finally stopped. "Right, okay, you got my point. Have you found a place yet, or are we motel-ing it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-28 03:03 am UTC (link)
	"I got a motel room," he said quickly, lingering close to her. "Few streets over." Babcock's hand somehow came to rest on her ass, and it felt pretty damn right to stay there. "I walked here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bloodonsnow
2013-01-28 03:11 am UTC (link)

"That works." She didn't move his hand, didn't say that he should move it. "C'mon." She knew that she, like most cops, suffered from One Night Stand syndrome - it was too hard for her to maintain a relationship with her hours, and she didn't really even know how to be in one.

But picking people up and spending a few hours, that she could do. Besides, he seemed like he needed human contact too, like he hadn't had any in decades that wasn't forced.

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one_of_twelve
2013-01-28 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Babcock's sexuality was a patchwork of experiences, memories and desires. Sometimes, the smallest detail could set him off or cool him down. Even make him panic. But he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one.

The car journey was short, but felt long enough. Babcock was already hard; he wanted to tear at her. He wanted to feast on her body like a lunatic and wrap himself up in her dark hair.

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	bloodonsnow 2013-01-29 12:26 am UTC (link)
	Kirsty's pale skin was pink, and she had her jacket off by the time they got to the hotel door. She tugged him into a kiss, even as he unlocked the door. Once he'd gotten it open, she backed through it, tugging her shirt off, breaking kisses only long enough to strip off clothes. There wasn't really a need for words, there weren't any that mattered. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-29 12:44 am UTC (link)
	Babcock pushed himself against her, eager and aggressive. His hands moved along the smooth flesh of her body, every touch setting a fire in his mind. He flung her onto the bed carelessly and even a little clumsily. He crawled atop her, hungrily kissing along her belly as he did. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bloodonsnow
2013-01-29 01:19 am UTC (link)

She ran her fingers through his hair, not minding the toss to the bed. She was a big tough girl, and honestly, a little passion made for a better romp in the sheets. It wasn't like they were married or even dating. Just two people who needed something and were giving it to each other.

Sighing, she wrapped her legs around him, eyes closed. He was actually really pressing her buttons and that made her gleeful.

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one_of_twelve
2013-01-29 01:34 am UTC (link)

Babcock was increasingly aware of his size in relation to her. He towered over most people, but here she felt...delicate in his hands. Like a little bird.

His hands swept around the curve of her ass to grip her thighs. By now he'd kissed his way up to her breasts, and was tearing the bra aside a little with his teeth. One of his hands pushed toward the inside of her thigh, and up.

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	bloodonsnow 2013-01-29 01:43 am UTC (link)
	"Condom in my purse, one sec. Unless you have one." She was already breathing hard, and figured it was better to put one on before they got past the point of caring. Her fingers made her way across his chest, fingernails leaving tiny red trails in their wake. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-29 01:49 am UTC (link)
	"I don't," he said, honestly unable to remember if he did or not. Babcock enjoyed the light pain of her fingernails digging into flesh. It seemed like the sign of someone giving a damn. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as she rooted in her purse, all the while planting strong kisses along her neck. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bloodonsnow 2013-01-29 02:13 am UTC (link)
	She found one after a few moments, grinning and tearing it open. His arms around her made her feel strangely safe, and the kisses were nice too. "Mmph, you can use your teeth a little," she purred, bearing more of her neck to him. It was one of her sweet spots anyway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	one_of_twelve 2013-01-29 03:32 am UTC (link)
	"I don't want to act rude or weird or anything," he said between kisses that escalated in their rough insistence. "But I kind of want to fuck you into a coma. Not to sound weird." His hand began to crawl south of her stomach. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bloodonsnow
2013-01-29 03:52 am UTC (link)

"That's not rude or weird, that's perfect." Kirsty was good with her hands, and she smiled when she unrolled the condom onto him. "Don't bother with warming me up or anything, just go."

Especially after she closed hard cases, she just needed something to remind her that there were good things in life. There were bright points, even if they were strangers that came bearing orgasms.

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	one_of_twelve 2013-01-29 08:53 pm UTC (link)
	Babcock understood. He tightened his grip around her and rolled her back onto the bed. He was atop her in less than a second. His hands moved over her body with rough insistence, ripping through what fabric remained. He entered her suddenly and without any ease, simply striking deep into her with powerful thrusts. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bloodonsnow 2013-01-30 12:15 am UTC (link)
	Yup, totally what the doctor ordered. She tugged him back down to kiss him, wondering what sort of serendipity had brought him to town at that exact moment to do that exact act with her. She felt lucky, blessed. It never even occurred to her it could be some sort of devil's luck. Giles Babcock seemed nice. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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