hell has broken free tonight (oversexed) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-02-21 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 022, damon, juliet |
Who: Damon and Juliet
When: dusk
Where: outside at main water shutoff box, then back inside, then Damon's room
It was time. Damon had a spot beneath his bed where he'd pried up one of the floorboards and made a hiding place for several items he'd found in town. Unless one knew precisely where it was, it would have been close to impossible to find. He'd retrieved the items he needed and slipped outside to wait at the side of the house for his lookout. He was too cold-blooded to get impatient even as the minutes ticked by; he simply stood quietly, blending into the shadows with the dark clothing he'd picked out.
Finally, Juliet slipped around the corner of the house. "Sorry," she whispered. "I had to avoid Pamzilla. That girl's fucking insane."
She'd put on dark jeans and a hoodie, which she had pulled over her vivid red hair. Damon had said this should be a quick thing, but she didn't want to take any chances.
"You get the flashlight?" Damon asked, pushing off from where he'd been leaning as he waited for her.
"Yeah, it's in my pocket," Juliet said. "Can we do this and get it done?"
While working outside the day before, Damon had found the box for the main water flow to the house; it was down the hill at one side of the house, down in the ground beneath a metal lid. Now they slipped down to it and Damon used his mini-crowbar to pull the heavy lid up and out of the ground. He lay down and Juliet stood blocking him from view if anyone happened to look out a window. Of course, it was dark enough that they wouldn't be easily seen. She directed the beam of the small light she held down into the hole where the shutoff valve was. It was indeed a fairly quick process for Damon to shut off the house's water and then break the turn handle off. Holding it up with a grin, he stuck it in his pocket and then put the metal cover back on. Grasping the tools he'd brought with him, he nodded toward the house, saying, "Make sure there's nobody in the back hall and then I'll follow you." He didn't especially want to re-enter the house with a handful of tools and have someone notice him and then realize the water was off.
"Gotcha," Juliet said. At the back door, she shoved the hood off of her head and then entered the house, reaching a slim white hand out to signal to Damon when she saw no one.
His main objective was getting back to his room to hide the tools, and luckily the cleaning had wound down somewhat, as he didn't see anyone on the short journey from the foyer to the second floor lounge, where the door to his room was. Once he had his door open, he paused to look back at Juliet. "Wouldn't mind some company," he suggested, his expression revealing exactly what kind of companionship he was hoping for.
Juliet took a few seconds to think about it, eyeing him as she did. Why the fuck not? she thought. What else did she have to do? They could go in, lock the door, turn on the cameras to observe the chaos that could ensue with no water, and have other kinds of fun while they were at it. She definitely wouldn't mind an orgasm given by someone besides herself. "Okay," she said, following him into his room.