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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 1:43 pm
Ever since returning to Destiny City, Dustin's been squatting in abandoned apartments under the assumption that his old place had been rented out to a new tenant. That his apartment had been held onto for so long was news to him, and the 21-year-old rushed back to his old place for his own mattress and, more importantly, a very large stash of pot that he had left behind. It took him a while to figure out how to get back into his apartment. He didn't have a key, so had to resort to powering up and using his strength to breakthrough the lock. Thankfully, the door remained on its hinges, even if it can no longer stay shut. He powered back down before his power signal attracted any further attention, and scanned the room for his bag of weed. Given that his apartment was nearly empty other than his mattress on the floor, a suitcase of clothes, a bong, and a pile of trash, it didn't take very long to find the enormous bag of green. And, even better, he found a half-drunken bottle of vodka, just waiting to be finished. After a few large swigs, he hugged the bag of grass tightly as he laid back on his mattress, cuddling it like a teddy bear until he passed out in his unlocked apartment.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:51 pm
Dustin would have quite a long stretch of uninterrupted sleep before the general would return to deal with him. In all honesty she half expected him not to be there. It wouldn't have been wiser to disobey her, but it would have delayed the inevitable. Granted, it also would have made her angrier. Porsha doubted that as his motivation for sticking around. Looking down at him, she doubted any of his actions had had much in the way of motivation beyond hedonistic urging. In truth, that was part of his charm. One of the reasons they had gotten along so well, and had so much fun together. They had a similar philosophy on living life to the fullest, even if Porsha didn't partake in some of the more addictive hobbies Dustin did. his civilian behavior was not the problem, though. Even if she did take a certain measure of insult with him having simply up and disappeared on her. Arms crossed, she stood beside the mattress watching him, waiting to see if her looming presence was enough to wake him up. When it became apparent otherwise she let out an almost disgusted sigh as she poked him in the side hard with the toe of her sandal. "Wake up, Dustin."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 12:53 pm
A hard nudge to his side did the trick to waking the punk up. "What the ********?" he groaned, coming out of his slumber as he peeked one eye open to see Porsha standing over him. He smiled, still curled up in his bed. "Don't need to kick me so hard," he whined as he sat up. "You wanna join me in bed? We could use some catching up..." He cocked a brow suggestively. Clearly, he had no idea just how much he had ******** up.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 3:40 pm
For just a moment she'd let him think she was there to get reacquainted. A curve of lips, the c**k of her hip to the side as she stepped forward onto the mattress and sank down to straddle his lap. And maybe it was tempting to take him up on that offer, because whatever else, Dustin had always been fun. Just as reckless, just as wild as she ever was, with in insatiable libido. Once upon a time he'd even been her favorite. But he'd disappeared on her. The first, in a long line. One after the other prickling at her heart. There had been reasons she'd spent so long not getting attached, and then once she had, they'd each claimed a little piece for their own. When they'd left, they'd torn it out with them. Fingertips against the side of his neck in a slow crawl upwards to sink into his hair, and as she leaned in, head tipping, they closed harshly around duel handfuls of hair. From there it was easy to drag his head back against the wall, neck at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. "Maybe," she purred, kissing his jaw. "But first, I think you and I need to have a little talk about proper etiquette in front of our fellow officers."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 2:13 pm
" Ugghghghghgh," he whined. It wasn't even a polite, subtle groan. It was a loud, obnoxious, cartoonish groan. "Talking is the worst." He was largely joking, and the s**t-eating grin spread across his face gave some clue to that. He sat up from the bed and mustered as much patience as he could. "But sure, we can talk about that. Talking about manners seems so fun. What's up? Have I been bad? Are you going to spank me?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 4:52 pm
He wasn't taking this seriously. She wasn't sure why, but it seemed to surprise her. It'd been a long time since she'd had to deal with any real insubordination. Or anyone from her past that she'd stood on equal ground with. It was enough to loosen her fingers in his hair for a moment, a brief reprieve from the awkward angle she'd been holding him at as she stared at him from her place on his lap. Then those pale eyes were narrowing, just a touch. "Spanking you would be counter productive as a punishment," she intoned flatly, brows rising. " You'd like it too much." It would have been easy to fall into old habits. To just let it go and move on, but she couldn't do that. The dynamic had changed, and she couldn't afford to let him act that way with her again in the future, not in front of other officers. Behind closed doors, as civilians, it didn't matter, but not in the field. "You can't do that." Po finally got down to the point. "I'm a general, I'm a figure of respect and order within the negaverse. I can't have subordinate acting so cavalier in front of their peers. You smacked my a**." That came out as an impatient growl. It wasn't the action, it was the timing.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 11:58 am
Dustin listened, and for a moment, was silent. He wasn't a fan of authority figures, at least not ones that he had to obey even when he didn't want to. But he was a fan of Po, and tried to give her some respect for that. In his own Dustin-ways. "Yes ma'am," he proclaimed with a two-finger salute. There was genuineness behind the action, even if his sarcasm masked much of it. "Understood. You're the boss. No more a**-smacking in uniform. Pinky-promise, yo." He couldn't just let it end there, however. "You say the words, I jump. Should I drop and give you twenty? Or anything else while I'm down there?" An exaggerated wink followed this comment.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 3:49 pm
Eye's narrowing, Porsha's expression fell into skeptical lines as he saluted her, agreeing to her terms without so much as a single word in defiance. Frankly, she'd expected him to respond like Piper always had in the past. Fierce, but always a challenge. Always a fight for dominance. It was a relief, in some ways, and maybe just a little bit disappointing as well. But she'd take the compliance, and she wouldn't question it, nor give him any reason to challenge her. As civilians, she didn't care. That was different, their relationship was different, but she simply couldn't afford to appear weak in front of their comrades and allies. Frankly, she'd marched into his room ready for a fight. Now that it appeared there wasn't going to be one, there was a bit of pent up energy laying just beneath the skin. Porsha continued to stare at him as he joked, and dark lips pursed, twitching in amusement before she was shaking her head, rolling her eyes. "You're kind of awful." Of course he knew that.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 3:57 pm
"I dunno, I'm pretty sure I'm ******** awesome," he shrugged. He placed his hands on her thighs, his fingers crawling up towards the curve of her hips. "Maybe the Big Bad General needs a little stress relief as she lets someone else take charge for an hour?" He cocked a brow as his hands slid back to her rear and to pull her forward and onto him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 4:19 pm
Porsha was finding that awesome and awful were often two sides of the same coin. Herself included. Fingers slid along her thighs, creeping upward until he was palming her a**, and she didn't put up a fight when he pulled her close, hands settling on his shoulder instead. The bud of one thumb sliding along the raised edge of one collar bone. It was a tempting offer. She'd missed him, but it was more than that. He knew her, he knew what she liked. It meant a thoughtful pause as she looked down at him from her place on his lap, wondering if giving in would just undermine everything she'd just demanded from him. "Not here," she finally answered, eyes skirting the edge of the mattress, the dust covered floors. His apartment was filthy, and that might have been appealing if it had been somewhere they'd broken into, but not here. Not with her place right next door, clean, empty.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 4:43 pm
"Rooftop then?" he questioned with excitement. "Park bench? On the stairway leading up to the courthouse?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 4:53 pm
Well, none of the possible places he'd offered up in compromise was strictly out of the question, given their track record. Lips pursed, fingers sliding up along the line of his neck, she considered it for a moment before giving an answer. "Roof, or my place."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 5:01 pm
" Roofpleaseandthankyou," he said as one word as he grabbed her hand and rushed out of the apartment, dragging her along behind him through the stairwell. He made no time in getting undressed as his shoes were kicked off as he ran up the stairs, and his shirt was left in the threshold of the door to the rooftop access. As far as Dustin was concerned, it was about time the two were reunited, and there was no place like the public for that.
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