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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 5:33 pm
"Do they have to be black and lacy, like yours?" His tone was dry, but then there was a solid flash of regret in his expression: black lacy panties were just about the polar opposite of Betty White, and had about the opposite reaction. Al-Janah closed his eyes for a moment, counting to ten in his head before he opened them again, considering.
"...uh. Could you either get off of me or get me off?" Now he smile, but it was strained, came with a little wiggle under her grasp -- meaningful. This was just a little bit too comfortable right now. "And either way, can we do this fast so I can get home to my raid?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:02 am
"It helps." Her tone was equally dry, and hr shoulders rolled in a small shrug. The regret on his features was hard to decipher, least til she realized why. Her own eyes widened briefly, brows arching, and then all narrowd down into a rather knowing smirk. It lingered as she watched him close his eyes in what she assumed was an attempt to get control of his.. baser instincts.
The question, while vulgar, was amusing enough that Navi just laughed before getting to her feet and stepping away from him. "Sorry doll, my dance card is a little full these days."
"Not that your not cute or anything," she added a second or two after, bending so she could pick the mirror back up. "And I'm more then happy to speed this along." Raid? The term earned him a gentle tilt of her head, but she recalled Quinn using the same in regards to that online game she liked to play.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:38 am
Al-Janah sat up immediately -- but only sat up, plucking at the knees of his pants, smoothing at the front of his uniform, trying to recover, and quickly. He watched her deal with the mirror through narrowed eyes, definitely not sure if her comments on his 'cuteness' were teasing or not. He leaned toward 'yes'. Usually that tone came with something mocking behind it.
He shoved himself up to stand, finally, and gritted his teeth a little as he reached for his half of the mirror, for the rope rig. They could just lower it down, maybe, and then jump down after. Even if the idea of doing so, on some primal level, made Al-Janah shudder a little. "Next time you ask me for a favor, I'm definitely saying 'no'."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:00 am
Navi resisted the urge to tap her foot as she waited for her partner to situate himself before standing up, but it was a narrow thing. He was giving her a considering sort of look, and she just looked back at him, smiling softly, with the edge to something not quick pleasant there around the edges. He was cute, she hadn't been been lying. If she wasn't already involved with her two boys she'd have considered picking the other choice in his ultimatum.
Hazel eyes rolled at the gritting teeth, but he was reaching for the mirror. She bit her tongue, helping him move the cumbersome thing towards the window. "The next time I go asking for favors, I'll know better then to ask you if it's a physical job." Her tone was sugary, as was the grin she turned up to him. She was baiting him.
"Seriously though, I do appreciate the help, and you'll be getting your home cooked meal and brownies with chocolate chips." He might have been bitching the whole time, but he was still there, still helping. It counted.
She nudged the loose window open with her toe, then set about helping him angle the mirror so they could lower it down.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 4:59 pm
Despite his blaise attitude, his dismissive tone, the vulgar jokes, Navi's scolding had at least had some affect on Al-Janah. Instead of bitching and arguing, he actually shut up and set to helping her work the mirror in and down, lowering her in after it with only a bit of cursing, and dropping gracelessly in beside her. Inside, it was easier -- merely a matter of keeping an eye out for security cameras, maybe late-night staff, winding their way down toward the basement with grunts and mild cursing.
As they set up the mirror, annoyed, he wiped his hands on his pants. "Is that it? That better be it. I'm already forty minutes late."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 12:00 pm
There, finally finished. That had only taken twice as long as she'd originally thought it would. Granted, she had delayed then quite a bit when she pinned him down to tell him to stop crying like a little girl. It seemed necessary at the time.
"Yes, that's it. You're free to go." She waved her hand to dismissive, chuckling faintly.
Though before he could go she would reach out to catch him by the arm, pulling him around so she could raise up on her toes and press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Really, thank you for this." Her tone had softened, and the smile she turned up to him was genuine. "I owe you one, on top of the dinner." And with that she let him go and slipped through the mirror.
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