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 Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 9:57 pm
Saying Mira was nervous was nothing new. The woman was always nervous about pretty much everything in life. But right then and there she was very nervous, more so than normal. She tried to tell herself that this was just normal everyday interaction and if she was going to be nervous it should at least be at the normal levels. But it wasn't working, this was a big deal after all, having children, and as Mira stood out side the clinic she was quite literally shaking in her boots, or she would be, were she not wearing shoes.
It took her quite a while before she was able to work up the courage to actually enter the clinic, but her resolve broke down there and she simple froze once she was inside. She just stood there and looked around helplessly not really sure what to do with herself.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:26 pm
He was accustomed to stake outs, able to withstand hours upon hours, days upon days silently stalking his target, waiting for the opportune moment in which to strike. It was his job, his thrill, his delight to swoop down upon his surprised prey in the last moment and see the shocked look on their faces. Of course, when he was given sniper duties, such thrills aren't available, but the shocked and panicked faces of the people around his target when he pulled the trigger sufficed.
Ryan Jones, a seasoned Mafia agent, was pro enough stifle his chuckle so that no sound escaped to give away his location. Currently, his prey was still confused looking and uncertain. The man's cool blue eyes swept over the figure, mentally assessing the possibilities. A grin stretched across his his face, timing himself to leap into action at the precise moment.
Finally, the target made a move and entered the building. Ryan took a deep breath, eyes closed with a smile on his face as he cracked his neck, loosening his black necktie. Uniform or not, it was troublesome at times to be on the job in a black suit, but Ryan supposed for this target at this occasion required such attire.
"Game, start," Ryan murmered.
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Stepping out from the darkened alley that reeked of rotting trash, the mafia man took long elegant strides towards his prey.
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One hand gently lifted his suit open so that the other could freely reach at something for the pocket inside.
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The hand made contact with something small and hard as Ryan swiftly closed the distance between him and the door that his target had just moment before entered.
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The door didn't even make a sound as Ryan swiftly stepped behind his prey, now in the building.
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Ryan whispered close to his prey's ear, leaning down to his prey's height's level, his lips only barely touching the lobe in feathered moments as his words flowed out:
"Good job Mira, it only took you exactly 18.75 minutes to enter the clinic all on your own! Tonight... I shall worship your body was a prize for a job well done."
A cocky grin stretched across the beautifully tanned, tanned silver haired man as he straightened up, gently tapping his mousey looking wife's head with a black notebook - her own possession.
"You were so nervous you forgot your planner. Although I said I would reward you, I demand a reward for taking time out of work to deliver this to you. Got it Mira?"
The lewd look on the man's face coupled with the dangerous twinkle in his eye was more than enough to suggest what sort of reward he had in mind.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:39 pm
Mira hadn't noticed her husband come up behind her, she never did and when he whispered in her ear, she let out a shriek and jumped. She spun around quickly and when she saw who it was she didn't know whether to be happy or angry. Just the sight of him made her relax, her husband had this ability to make her feel safe regardless of how much she was freaking out at any given time, but did he have to scare her like that?
"Ryan! How many times have I told you not to scare me like that," Mira said, trying to make it sound as if she was angry with him, only Mira never did angry very well.
This fake anger didn't last very, there was a brief smile when he tapped her on the head with her book. Then he said the stuff about rewards and gave her that look, she knew that look and it had the same effect on her now as it always did. She turn bright red.
"and how many times have I asked you not to talk about that in public," she said barely above a whisper, as always embarrassed about the subject.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:51 pm
"Indeed. You have an audience Ryan." Selma muttered as she glanced over at Ryan. He was a man to invite fantasies. But the smart woman kept it to fantasies. Which just lead Selma to believe that woman just didn't have many brain cells if she let that demon into her bed. And it seemed she now wanted to bare his spawn.
Selma shuddered at the thought. When Ronchas hired the man she had warned him against it. But Ronchas just smiled and pated her on the head (oh she hated that), and moved on.
"If you're going to molest the nitwit at least have the decency to do it in the shadows with the other perverts." Selma muttered darkly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:58 pm
With practiced ease Ryan gave his wife a smile filled with sunshine. It was a mask that was well worn for the numerous jobs he had as an agent of darkness and cruelty. Or so he keeps reassuring himself. The boundary between the married man with expecting spawnlings and 'just another job undercover' was slowly fading, and it gave the man an ill feeling in his stomach. It was times when the woman that he chosen for his cover acted adorably that the line he had so firmly established in his heart wavered.
Just briefly though. High ranking in his Mafia Family, he would never allow that line to vanish. Wavering just showed him that he had much to learn in the ways of self dicipline.
Mentally sighing, bright blue eyes trailed down to look at the 'angry' wife. Appearance wise, Ryan reconfirmed she was nothing extraordinary to behold. Oh well, maybe it was that shyness to ******** was what had him in such a hold.... that and how adorable Mira sometimes (all the time) was.
"Aaaahhh but my sweet daaaaaaaaaaaaarrling Mira! We're not just in ANY public place... were in a CLINIC! A wonderous clinic meant to help young couples such as us to spawn offspring.. talks about ******** and screwing is a natural thing in such a place."
Ryan swept out his arms with a flourish to indicate the lobby room of the clinic, a comical know-it-all/matter-of-fact look in his face.
"After all, sex is means to obtaining babies you know!" he said loudly, as if he were reciting the words from an invisible text book or script from his mind. Ryan gave a customary flirtatious wink to Selma.
"Ahhh Selma dear! It must be fate that has led me here to work as your knight, protecting your honor and the reputation of this illustrious clinic," he said with an exagerated tone, falling to one knee as he held up a hand towards The Selma At the Desk, the other hand over his heart.
"What is this that you utter so coldy though, fair Selma? Is that a tinge of," Ryan mocked a gasp, "jealousy that I hear on your lucious lips? Fear not or dark haired one!"
Ryan ripped open his white collared shirt, parting both the shirt and the black suit open to display his sculpted pecs and abs that seemed to glow. The athletically muscular upper body seemed to have been touched my Michelangelo himself, how perfect that it was.
"There is enough Ryan Jones to go around," he finished with a wink towards Selma and Mira.
"Now ladies, don't hold back, feel free to rub wherever, however, you want."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:24 pm
There was no possible way for Mira to turn any redder than she was at that moment in time, there was just no way. It was bad enough when Ryan talked about sex (which was a lot) but the receptionist had to say something, Mira was libel to explode or something.
"Yes, yes, I know," she mumbled as he talked about sex and babies and such, not able to say much else, but she gave Ryan a pleading look to try and get him to stop. She guessed there was about as much of a chance of it getting him to stop as there was that it would make things worse and he'd continue. Sometimes (all the time) she suspect he liked making her so flustered.
And then he did indeed keep going and Mira had now idea what to say or do to react.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:46 pm
"Oh lord." Selma quickly shot off a notice to Ronchas. She wanted to get this little annoying couple on their way. Normally she could intimate or out rank couples so they go away, but since Ryan couldn't be outranked (he never listened) but he could be hurried on his way.
Ronchas though was on the way, and wouldn't recive the message for a while. Ryan had mentioned this appointment himself. And Ronchas tended to remember things the man with a gun said. Ronchas wasn't a man unafraid of death. Oh no, he feared quite a lot, which is why he feared Ryan.
Something told him the man knew how to kill.
"Hello, Hello! Ryan see you're...here to observe? Here to observe?" Ronchas asked, looking over at the largge man then to the blushing girl that could only be his wife. "And hello young woman. Ready to be a mother, a mother?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:21 pm
"No Selma, I am not Lord, I am Ryan," the man said slowly to his less-than-thrilled coworker.
Giving, no, flashing a bright grin to his red-in-the-face wife, Ryan risked a possible squeal/slap by giving Mira a quick peck on the cheek.... followed by a grope on the breast.
"Heeeey!! Ronchas! Wassup! You, me, we need a man to man talk... I know a lovely little place that has pricey foods but great live entertainment," Ryan said with a leer looking upwards, loosing himself slightly in a day dream.
Giving the doctor a sheepish grin, Ryan rubbed the pack of his head, the now-buttonless white collared shirt and black suit bobbing up and down from the motion.
"Yea, if I'm not there by Mira for an event like this, who knows how freaked the woman will get."
Ryan turned his head and gave Mira a long hard stare, strands of his silver hair falling over his face sexily.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:59 pm
The kiss-grope combo received almost the exact reaction he had expect. Mira let out a bit of squeal and then grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her.
She did her best to calm down when Ronchas showed up and there was a brief exchange of words between the doctor and Ryan. A bit of the red faded from her cheeks and she looked much less like a tomato than she did before.
She frowned a little over his comment on her freaking out, but who was she to disagree, it was absolutely true. She would probably be close to tears now if it weren't for him right there. It was again just a passing thing, all she had to do was look at Ryan to smile.
There were time, like the groping and making her blush to ridiculous extents by talking about sex, when she really wondered why she bothered to put up with a man like him. Then there were the times when he looked how he did at that moment, hair in his face, shirt open, that she thought herself lucky that he even looked at her.
She had gotten a little distracted looking at her husband that when Ronchas spoke to her it took her a moment to register. "...Wha?" she said blinking a few times, before smiling again and nodding "oh, yes."
It was a lie, she wasn't ready, the entire idea terrified her. But for some reason or another it had been agreed upon by her and Ryan and here they were.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 5:13 pm
It was an interesting couple to say the least. Ronchas still wasn't entierly sure an obvious womanizer would marry such a mouse but it wasn't in him to care. he just had to get her knocked up. (And admitly part of him was surpised a man of Ryan's...type to admit that he needs medical help to impregnate his woman).
"Okay, okay! Then come to my office, come to my office." Ronchas urged, helping them in. "And if the young miss has any questions, any questions, I'll be glad to answer them. Over joyed. Ryan, You know what I do yes?, Yes?" Ronchas asked, pulling them away from the very annoyed Selma.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:00 pm
Mira was ushered into the office easily enough. The woman was like a sheep, going where other people told her or led her.
When she was asked if she had any question, her mind lit up, she did have question, about a million but she couldn't seem to voice them at that moment and all that came out was a mumbled "Uh... no." If any questions were big enough to absolutely required to be asked, she'd let them slip at some point or ask Ryan later, most of them were just results of her overly nervous mind anyway.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 10:08 pm
Ryan rolled his eyes at his new 'employer', playing the role of exasperated husband in front of Ronchas, his blue orbs twinkling with something dark and unknown. Of course I know what you do, the new Double Trouble Clinic's Security guard thought to himself. Why else would I pick someone mousey and my polar opposite as a sacrificial 'wife'?
Following his sheepish wife and the clearly not right in the head doctor into the examination room, the tall man went into work mode. Everyword that Ronchas said, every flit of the eye, hand motions, body language, was burned into memory for later analyzation.
"Hmm? Questions?"
Hearing Mira's reply, Ryna grinned devilishly, deliver to the brown haired woman a gentle karate chop to the head.
" 'uh....no' is incorrect! Question1 Will I have to strip naked?" Ryan asked in a mock female voice. "Will this hurt? Will the conceived babies have any handicapping conditions? Is there any risk of genetic diseases passing on or created during the process?"
The questions seemed innocent enough, but there was an sub text to them... and how Ronchas answered would be carefully mentally recorded and evaluated later on tonight...
"Anyways Doc, so about tonight, male bonding, that a yes or no?" the pecs revealed man asked as he steered his wife to the examination seat/table.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 2:20 pm
Ronchas glanced at Ryan a little confused at his mocking tone but said nothing of it. Turning to Mira as if she really did ask the questions he gave a warm smile. He tugged the shot from his pocket, as he actually remembered to bring it with him and placed it next to the sink. He turned on the water and washed his hands. He didn't need to do this for a shot but prefered too.
Ronchas didn't like uncontroled variables.
"Oh no of course not. All I need is your arm bare, your arm bare. It wont hurt at all, I'm very good at this, good at this. There are no risks, no risks, only promises. Twins for you two, twins for you two. Only your genes will be passed, only your genes." Ronchas said with a grin, pulling on his gloves.
"Any more questions ma'am? Any more?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 1:02 pm
Mira rubbed her head where she had been hit, albeit gently, by her husband as he spouted off the questions. She turned a little red, but in all honest those were some of the questions she had in her head that she wasn't voicing herself.
She shook her head when she was once again asked if she had any questions and allowed herself to be steered by her husband.
One of these day she would need to learn how to do things for herself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 3:21 am
Disappointment was something the man wasn't that accustomed to but it did happen during The Job. When Disappointment gives a fleeting appearance, Ryan being the man he is, learned how to conceal Disappointment. Outwardly the man was was tending to his mousey timid, almost pathetic wife, pampering her nerves that were just too impossibly high. He petted and patted the woman as she was injected with the all too secret serum. He murmured encouraging words close to her ear, occasionally grinning and leering, promising her a fun night now that she was getting her shot.
In a sentance: Ryan was playing the role of married man to the point of winning an Oscar.
"Right so then anything we need to know? I want to get a headstart tonight so... would be nice if I can carry away my pleas- erm, wife off right now."
There was a dangerously perverted twinkle in the vividly blue eyes of the tan man as his black suit splayed open, showing his impossibly smooth and naturally hairless chest.
"Any meds doc? Oh yea, and I'm going to be late for my security duty tomorrow. In fact... I might not even show up at all.."
Ryan let his words hung on the air as he winked at Mira.
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