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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:35 pm
"I'm not lonely, if you're thinking this is gonna be 3v1, you got another thing coming. And that's because you're a fatass," Harrison said, "I'd have to sit on yours."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 9:43 pm
"And three versus a pretty crappy at gaming one no doubt too." he waved a hand vaguely. "It'd be a foregone conclusion."
He gave him a very thoughtful look before drawling sarcastically. "Yeah and that would be a shame."
The door got a glance as something seemed to finally occur to him. "So how many people have the keys for this place?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:04 pm
"Now wait a minute," Harrison scowled, swiveling his chair around and having to keep from knocking into Rep's, "I'll have you know I've been putting in a lot of hours on these stupid games, and...and, uh..."
Harrison seemed to be losing his train of thought at the thoughtful look.
"....Just, uh, just me? I guess?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:07 pm
He raised a finger. "So. Essentially right. What you are saying is. And correct me if I'm wrong here." he drew out the moment as he gave Harrison another very intense look. "We have a room."
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:27 pm
A slow smile worked it's way across Harrison's face.
The phrase, just those four little words, sent an unexpected stab of desire through him. They had a room.
But...
He sobered, and lifted the keys from the computer desk. "Yeah, but, it's Clarice's personal office and s**t, we can't- I mean, and you were just saying-" he looked over at the sofa.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:34 pm
He knew what he'd said, knew how much he'd been freaking out. He didn't care.
"She's not here." he stated coolly.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:39 am
He looked at the keys, and back up at Rep hopefully. "...And she did give us all that stuff..."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:54 am
Just that little bit of conceding, just that fraction of leeway was as good as a yes.
"Exactly. She was just enabling us." His smirk took on a more devious edge and shoving with a foot he edged his chair a little nearer Harrison's, near enough to place a hand on his knee almost possessively.
"Besides, its not like she'd ever know."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:59 am
"I mean, she left it so we could use it," Harrison said.
The hand felt like it was attached to a semi-conductor. Harrison pushed himself in a smooth, slow motion to the tip of the seat, legs finding space between Rep's. He leaned forward.
Harrison stopped short of kissing him, even though their proximity at this point between their mouths was almost nothing.
"3v1's a little much. But I'd be up for some 2v1."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 11:18 am
Not bloody fair. he mentally hissed. It had been just a minute ago, just a ******** minute ago he'd been so sure he was totally over these judgement calls. The nearness said no, no he wasn't. At all.
He didn't have the self control to help himself, getting up off his chair to close the minor distance in a rough and desperate kiss, seizing the cloth of Harrison's jumpsuit in one hand. It was only through some miracle that he managed to break off before he toppled the chair backwards, disentangling himself and backing up a bit, frazzled and breathless.
"You have a phone right?" he growled, glaring at the wall, anywhere but at the man in front of him.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 1:02 pm
Harrison let him tear away reluctantly. "******** somewhere," he said, searching his pockets for it, equally frazzled and hammering in a text.prolixity clarice's office ASAP bring one of the bags
He dropped the phone and keys on the desk. The Call of Duty menu waited in the background. B0nez cleared his throat, annoyed at the gaming genre change.
We can play that after, Harrison thought, standing and closing the distance with undeterred purpose. His lips crashed with Rep's, hands hauling them together again.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 1:33 pm
Rep watched him avidly as he wrote out the text. It felt like forever.
His patience duly rewarded he smirked into the kiss and seized Harrison again with that same urgency as before. Not so subtly manoeuvring both of them to the nearest wall to pin him against it, refusing to break the kiss, or the contact for a moment.
He just hoped Jordan didn't take too long.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 2:40 pm
Jordan's phone beeped once, then a second time. He leaned his broom against the wall so he could check on who was texting him. He flipped the phone open and read the message; his eyes widened briefly before he got control over his expression again. He typed a quick reply and flipped the phone shut, then said to the rest of the cleaning crew, "Hey guys, I gotta go," and held up his phone by way of explanation. It was, after all, common enough to get a sudden text summons from someone you really shouldn't keep waiting. Even if someone you shouldn't keep waiting might be a relative judgement call. Toshihiko Two Text to Harrison: be there in a few Ferros's voice was full of half-stifled hilarity. Probably not, Jordan answered, and pulled one of the bags out from under the bunk to grab some of the supplies inside as quietly as possible and stuff them into his pocket. Two months, okay? I think I'm allowed the occasional terrible decision.Ferros snickered. Having sex organs seems so inconvenient, he said. It's surprising how effectively they take over otherwise rational thought processes.Oh, shut up. Jordan suppressed a grin, instead putting on a serious expression and falling into a quick, purposeful stride. One of the primary precepts of being sneaky: act like you have somewhere to go and you're supposed to be there. It wasn't long before he was tapping on the office door.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 2:55 pm
Harrison grunted as he hit the wall, his feet barely touching the ground.
Phone's for you, B0nez said. It's right over here. Next to the mouse. You could probably play while you answered it.
"Shut up," Harrison said, even though Rep hadn't said anything.
He couldn't decide where he wanted to put his hands, so he put them everywhere, pulling Rep closer and returning his kisses in a way that was anything but gentle.
A day and a half since the contact in the bunk, the memory still searingly hot in his mind.
Nearly two months since he'd gotten any proper action, brief and intense and constantly derailed in the interim.
Across the room, there was a knocking sound.
"Door," Harrison said vaguely around a kiss, before registering what that meant. Pressed flat against the wall he didn't have much leverage. He reached up to grip Rep's shoulders and push him far enough away to break the kiss. "Door," he repeated.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 3:13 pm
He didn't hear the phone go off. The only thing he was listening to was Harrison, and even then not the words, words were the least of his concerns right now, speaking a whole other much more intense language. A language that bypassed whole areas of his brain completely.
He heard the knock but it only dimly registered on the radar of his thoughts.
Door. The Door was in the way of what he was doing.The door could go ******** itself as far as he was concerned. He would make ******** firewood out of that door if it tried to mess with him getting hold of every single ******** inch of -
The kiss was broken and he blinked, momentarily confused.
Oh. That door.
"R..right."
With utmost reluctance, he relinquished his handholds on the moon hunter and hobbled to the door. He opened, peering around it with a look of definite and ruffled irritation that slowly melted into relief. Jordan. Good.
"He-ey~" he purred invitingly, stepping aside to let him in.
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