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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:00 pm
"Yes promises." He rolled and faced the same direction as her, in want of a new position and testing it, lifted his chin above the mass of hair, and slid a leg further over hers. "'Cause ********' done with people wantin' to die or tryin' to die on me," he continued, still in an undertone but a little heated. "Alright? You die doin' your job, fine. That's the only 'cceptable reason."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:18 pm
The order and the possessive position made her skin itch under the surface a little. Good, bad- she didn't feel like taking the effort to assign a feeling to it.
"How could I die now? I got Jack Hawthorn in a bed with me, what the ******** would take me down?" she murmured, "S'very romantic, by the way- don't die 'cause it'll burden me. I'm really feelin' the love."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:28 pm
He turned his wrist lifted a finger to trace the new scar at her lip. Jack was briefly visited by the thought that the next time he was sober, he would dig his teeth there as they kissed and pretend that the mark was his. Maybe he needed to do that at every scar to find something more than possession and uncertainty.
"I will," he muttered, drunk and drowsy and satisfied. "'Ll take you down. Merry Christmas, but a happy ********' new year once m'healed."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:47 pm
"Y'can try," Chel bantered, neither drunk nor drowsy but ultimately more satisfied than Jack (would ever be) was. "Yer makin' a lot of promises Beanstalk. Leaves a girl wantin', y'know?"
The phone next to her pillow vibrated loudly and Chel swore she heard a girlish scream. Maybe it was just the music player.
New Years, Tenebrae, Abbi, Merlin- too many things were bouncing around in her head and she had always considered her brain too small to hold many things at once. Instead she focused on the finger running over her lip, and she moved her head forward enough to lightly n** the end of it. No touching.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 2:59 pm
The rest of his fingers came and lightly swatted her in retaliation. Chel's cellphone screech had great timing, and he smiled to himself as he shut his eyes and tucked himself against her. "Shut up n' go t'sleep."
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 3:09 pm
"Yes sir, Jackles sir," Chel snarked back. She rotated her torso enough to kiss him somewhat deeply (both a reminder and foreshadowing for him) before settling back down to sleep.
She only woke up twice during the night. A Christmas miracle.
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