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Andrea Rojas loves shopping and breaking faces in. (avengingwarrior) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-09 20:29:00

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andrea rojas, spike

WHO: Andrea and Spike
WHAT: He bothers her. What you think the sex would change that? Pfft!
WHEN: Forward dated just a bit to after midnight, so, Oct 10, 2009.
WHERE: Her bed room. Mind out of the gutter!
Ratings: PG-13 -- R?
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete

Andrea didn't really get many slow nights. But when she did? She couldn't help but to enjoy them. She had come in just after midnight tonight, as opposed to her typical three a.m. of patroling Lawrence for criminals. With nothing to do for some time now, and sleep not being an option she considered, she pulled out her many 'stay in' stuff. Opting out of reading for tonight, she selected a playlist on the music library on her computer and soon her apartment was filled with the soft violins de Música ranchera and the compelling guitars of marachi music. As a people, she might be grately biased, however, she believed that the Latin Americans had the best songs about love. And as much as she loved Latin Pop, she was ever one to have a soft spot for the traditional music genres; at least when it came to that part of her culture.

Despite all complete and utter denial to anyone who would ask, she had quite the romantic heart. If it hadn't been the music, then it would have been a romance novel. Yes, she knew what they said about romance novels and brain rotting. However, she was rather sure that her brain was as stubborn as the rest of her and would resist rotting. Besides. Everyone had a guilty pleasure. All of this? Was just the lighter side of her list of Andrea's Secrets: Not for Wholesale.

Humming softly along to the sexy as hell actors who had played the Tres Hermanos Reyes in a novela she had enjoyed, she padded barefoot to her dresser and selecting a purple nailpolish, before going to her kitchen and grabbing three small bags of Sour Cream and Cheddar.

Oh, yeah. This was going to be such a thrilling night. Not by most-okay, not by any-definition; nevertheless, she was planning on very much enjoying this night in.

Sitting back on her bed, she opened one of the bags, popped a few of the chips into her mouth and started on one of her big toes.

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blondie_bear
2010-03-27 03:38 am UTC (link)

Closet. Toward the back. It was all that Spike could do to fight off another smug grin, going right in that direction. He pulled the closet door open and shoved a hand inside, digging around for the object that he was seeking out. Costume. Leather costume. This was nothing on the scale of the kinky and insane that Spike had done in the past, but it was definitely a pleasant start. Andrea the vigilante, in her leather outfit. He would have asked her if she had any whips to spice things up, but considering the way that their conversation about weapons had gone? Spike highly doubted it. It didn't really matter to him. All the same, he was getting some. Unplanned sex. It was like a birthday present on the day after Christmas when it came to someone like her. Spike, without a doubt, was pleased.

Hauling out the costume in question, Spike didn't deliver it to Andrea right away. Instead he gave the entire thing a look-over, as if he were trying to decide as to whether or not he could imagine Andrea running about the city wearing it. After a moment, he shook his head. No. Definitely not. "This is it, eh? Not what I imagined, I have to admit." He turned, looking at Andrea with a smirk. "It's wild. Not too wild, but wild enough to make me raise a brow when someone references it in relation to you."

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avengingwarrior
2010-03-27 10:38 pm UTC (link)

Andrea sat up, watching him, her head tilted up to get a better look at his actions. Shaking her head slightly, a smile lingered the corner of her lips. He seemed to have commentary about everything and she knew that he would have comments to make about her costume. She wanted to hear them. Yes, she actually wanted to hear them. This night was turning out to be more amusing than she would have imagined. Even after letting him into her room. Not to mention, even though she'd invited him to stay, it had still turned out pretty quiet. Not include mini-confessions ... Andrea saw that as a good thing. She was pleased that he hadn't ruined that. And bewildered.

"That's it." She said with a nod, glancing at the outfit once, before carefully watching him. An inquisitive smile spreading across her mouth. Andrea chuckled. "It's black. It's red. And it has an awesome coat. It's stylish. I wouldn't say that it was wild exactly." She gave the outfit another glance, before grinning at Spike. "You underestimate me." She sing-songed. Andrea didn't think it was bad as outfits went. She had seen the Black Canary's on the internet. Hell. She had seen Felicia's. Her outfit wasn't even close to that. It made her wonder what he had expected her to be wearing when he said 'more wild' than he would have figured to her. It was leather. Most leather outfits tended to have a little ... oomph. No matter how practical and reserved. Nevertheless, Andrea did understand what he meant. If someone she'd interned with at the Daily Planet had been shown that outfit in relation to her they would have been shocked. Her clothing, while with style, had been reserved and maybe a touch dorkish. It went with the glasses ... and it was comfortable. Nothing more annoying than being uncomfortable in someplace like the Planet. Not to mention being uncomfortable in anyway had the vultures swarming. Nonetheless, those people hadn't been baiting her like Spike had. Acting like they had her all figured out. Seems like he didn't. Which she had always known. But she was smug as well now. Or more so. Because this was the second-no, was it third?-time tonight, he'd gotten her wrong. And because she really would like to see him make her.

[ooc: could you start a new thread? in this post?]

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