Betty Bomber
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- Posted: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 01:41:01 +0000
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▉ ▊ ▋ ▌ ▍ ▎ ▏ ▐ Ⓙohnny▐
When Serena's nails raked through the dip where Johnnys cheekbone met his bear trap jaw, he had heard that tearing in his ears. Johnny let go of a muffled grunt, and turned bleak and forbidding eyes on his seething co-captain. She didn't like it one bit when she was opposed on any scale. Johnny's mouth twisted into an ugly red snarl, bearing thick and strong ivory pointed teeth. Fury rocked him, his heavy hanging arms bowing at the elbows as he swayed toward her.
It was a wonder he could stay still when she wrenched herself free, but one little face flesh wound wouldn't have phased him just as much as say.... Holding a knife to his throat. He was physically intrigued by the sudden softness but instinctively he knew to stay firm, unmoving against that coiling grip of her arms around his neck. His nerve endings lit up like the Fourth of July when she lapped the blood from the grooves she created, stinging his flesh. His hands were up, and just as he could feel the heat of her ribs close to his palms they were against the wall and wouldn't you know it..
She's ********' doing it He seethed, his Adam's apple pressed to a steel blade, poised to slice through the skin and split his esophagus. Johnny's dastardly maw broke into a huge menacing grin, his gums blaringly red against pearly white shark teeth. He stared at her crazily over his nose, smelling the polished steel, the blood on her breath as she huffed and puffed. He couldn't believe she actually thought he would risk his own life for anyone. He protected and avenged no one but himself. He opened his neck out to her, pushing his shoulders back into the cold steel wall, where an imprint in steam was left from his body heat. She pulled away then, still wielding that laughable little knife as if she would have actually used it. That was always a possibility, but not right now, not in here.
"You really are out of your ******** mind, aren't you? I'd throw that b***h off the face of Earth if I had too" Johnny said darkly, his voice lined with gravel and agitation. He paused, bitterly reminiscing her indirect accusation of him taking anything she was saying right now as romantic or emotional. He levelled an utterly condescending look on her.
Is there anything else you'd like to get off your chest? With her heaving chest and laboured breathing, he had to wonder if it was him who should have been asking her that question. "Serena.. Beautiful.." He started, his frame easing slightly. One thick eyebrow tipped upward, and he jeered at her "I don't get attached to the holes I dig. Your paranoid. Your stuck with me until we die or kill eachother." he said gravely... Quite possibly the closest thing to reassurance he had uttered to another person since he could remember, one fiery and bloody night eternities ago.
With that, Johnny sharply turned his shoulders away and snatched up the discarded file. Flipping it open, he uncovered a watchable disk, keeping it in mind for later. Now it was time to focus on the task at hand. Himself and Serena were to go on a little errand running. He was looking forward to the opportunity to escape the underbelly of the Triple B. "Go get a hover ready... Make it a big one. Tranquilizers, bring those... If were heading into riot territory, more is always better.." He said with his back turned, lighting a cigarette. The hulking brute peered over his shoulder to meet eyes with Serena caustically "But you already know that. I have to collect b***h birds damage report.. I'll make it snappy to appease you, your highness".
When Serena's nails raked through the dip where Johnnys cheekbone met his bear trap jaw, he had heard that tearing in his ears. Johnny let go of a muffled grunt, and turned bleak and forbidding eyes on his seething co-captain. She didn't like it one bit when she was opposed on any scale. Johnny's mouth twisted into an ugly red snarl, bearing thick and strong ivory pointed teeth. Fury rocked him, his heavy hanging arms bowing at the elbows as he swayed toward her.
It was a wonder he could stay still when she wrenched herself free, but one little face flesh wound wouldn't have phased him just as much as say.... Holding a knife to his throat. He was physically intrigued by the sudden softness but instinctively he knew to stay firm, unmoving against that coiling grip of her arms around his neck. His nerve endings lit up like the Fourth of July when she lapped the blood from the grooves she created, stinging his flesh. His hands were up, and just as he could feel the heat of her ribs close to his palms they were against the wall and wouldn't you know it..
She's ********' doing it He seethed, his Adam's apple pressed to a steel blade, poised to slice through the skin and split his esophagus. Johnny's dastardly maw broke into a huge menacing grin, his gums blaringly red against pearly white shark teeth. He stared at her crazily over his nose, smelling the polished steel, the blood on her breath as she huffed and puffed. He couldn't believe she actually thought he would risk his own life for anyone. He protected and avenged no one but himself. He opened his neck out to her, pushing his shoulders back into the cold steel wall, where an imprint in steam was left from his body heat. She pulled away then, still wielding that laughable little knife as if she would have actually used it. That was always a possibility, but not right now, not in here.
"You really are out of your ******** mind, aren't you? I'd throw that b***h off the face of Earth if I had too" Johnny said darkly, his voice lined with gravel and agitation. He paused, bitterly reminiscing her indirect accusation of him taking anything she was saying right now as romantic or emotional. He levelled an utterly condescending look on her.
Is there anything else you'd like to get off your chest? With her heaving chest and laboured breathing, he had to wonder if it was him who should have been asking her that question. "Serena.. Beautiful.." He started, his frame easing slightly. One thick eyebrow tipped upward, and he jeered at her "I don't get attached to the holes I dig. Your paranoid. Your stuck with me until we die or kill eachother." he said gravely... Quite possibly the closest thing to reassurance he had uttered to another person since he could remember, one fiery and bloody night eternities ago.
With that, Johnny sharply turned his shoulders away and snatched up the discarded file. Flipping it open, he uncovered a watchable disk, keeping it in mind for later. Now it was time to focus on the task at hand. Himself and Serena were to go on a little errand running. He was looking forward to the opportunity to escape the underbelly of the Triple B. "Go get a hover ready... Make it a big one. Tranquilizers, bring those... If were heading into riot territory, more is always better.." He said with his back turned, lighting a cigarette. The hulking brute peered over his shoulder to meet eyes with Serena caustically "But you already know that. I have to collect b***h birds damage report.. I'll make it snappy to appease you, your highness".