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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 3, 2008 6:15:14 GMT -5
"Naw...but I'll bet yer one hell of a woman. Iffin ye'll pardon mah language...an' this," *he said hoarsely, bending to press his lips to hers. How could he help it?*
She's bein' all beautiful an' invitin'...
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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2008 6:22:19 GMT -5
*It took a moment for Brandi to realize what was happening. But then it hit her and her blood was boiling. Like...that night...and then...with Nessa... This was certainly weird. And so not an issue she was thinking about right now. Her glass forgotten, she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer over the bar as she deepened the kiss.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 3, 2008 6:27:59 GMT -5
*Jake needed no further encouragement to reach over the bar, put his hands on that pretty little waist of hers and haul her onto the counter and slide her nearer as he tangled his fingers in her soft hair. She tasted like sweetness and spice and some bitter edge that just twisted his gut into knots and set his skin afire.*
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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2008 6:32:52 GMT -5
*Brandi was appreciative of his assertiveness and was quick to answer it in kind. Her hands pulled roughly at him, urging him closer though he was still confined by the bar, only succeeding in sliding herself closer to him. Which was just fine by her. Dropping her legs over the edge of the wood, she hooked one around him, as if she feared his escape. Her kisses were hot and eager as she tugged his shirt free of his jeans, slipping her hands beneath them to savor his well-defined abs.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 3, 2008 7:25:50 GMT -5
"Hey now kitten," *he murmured huskily against her lips.* "Don't play with yer claws 'less you intend ta use 'em." *he pushed himself closer, illustrating his point.* "It don't hafta be rough 'less you wannit that way." *He bent his head to brush tingling lips against the curve of her neck, his cheeks and jaw rough with stubble.* "I'll take you any way you like."
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Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2008 7:33:44 GMT -5
*Her body went rigid, only for a moment, then she nipped his neck roughly in answer. She burned and it was a fire that would spread infinitely if he smothered too slowly. It needed to be sated quickly and completely. She rocked against him, lifting her head to suck his lip as she pulled him closer, popping a few buttons loose of his shirt.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 3, 2008 7:41:06 GMT -5
*Jake needed no other answer and aside from making certain that they were alone in the bar, he had no other hesitation in letting his hand slide along her thigh until he was gripping her firmly and lifting her against him as he kissed her again, his lean hips pushing further between her legs as his other hand unlatched the buckle of his belt.*
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 14:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Cry Baby on Jun 3, 2008 14:39:17 GMT -5
"Baby, the kids' 'er hollerin'--"
*Cry-Baby stopped short in the doorway. He'd been upstairs in the nursery, which they'd padded to keep the infants from disturbing the residents and guests, and Cry-Baby had been doing his fatherly duty by changing diapers. Truth was, he sorta liked the little things.
But he hadn't been expecting this.
Before he could think, before he could even blink, he was on Jake, hauling back on the collar of his shirt before punching him square in the face.*
"What the hell d'you think you're doin'?" *he yelled.*
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 14:52:15 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2008 14:52:15 GMT -5
*Brandi was pulled forward as Jake stumbled back, slipping off the bar and hard to the floor. She grunted in delayed pain.*
"Baby..."
*The smell of him, the fight to come...it made her burn hotter, but the booze made her limbs heavy.*
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 15:20:47 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 3, 2008 15:20:47 GMT -5
"What'n hellfire--?" *Jake barely muttered before his vision began to return just enough for him to size up his assailant and get in a decent right hook of his own, catching the other man on the chin.
The last time he'd gotten into a brawl over a woman it'd been his sister, and that had not ended well, but hell, this was his pride. He hadn't been doing nothing wrong, as far as he and the lady were concerned.*
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 16:17:48 GMT -5
Post by Cry Baby on Jun 3, 2008 16:17:48 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby's head snapped back, which dislodged his carefully oiled hair so his bangs fell over his eyes in a way that was sexy rather than vision-obscuring.*
"That's my girl," *he growled. The other man was bigger, but Cry-Baby had the fire of righteous indignation--okay, jealousy--burning bright and hot inside him. He feinted left, then darted right and punched Jake in the gut.*
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 16:28:16 GMT -5
Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 3, 2008 16:28:16 GMT -5
"She don't belong to nobody, boy," *hissed Jake as his eyes stung, sucking air back into his lungs and throwing himself at the other man, grappling with him till he had him on the floor.* "Like it 'r not...I wasn't forcin' mahself on 'er. I've never had to. For anybody."
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 16:31:32 GMT -5
Post by Brandi on Jun 3, 2008 16:31:32 GMT -5
*Part of Brandi wanted to jump into the fray, the smell of blood and sweat riled her, but the rest of her felt...ill. She swooned as she pushed unsuccessfully against the floor.*
((You guys just do your thing, don't mind me.))
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The Bar
Jun 3, 2008 17:42:20 GMT -5
Post by Cry Baby on Jun 3, 2008 17:42:20 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby struggled against him, their bodies writhing together.*
"Figure of speech," *he gasped, twisting an arm free to land another blow to Jake's face.* "Reckon she can take care of herself, an' that's a conversation we'll be havin' without you. But I don't take well to someone cruisin' in on territory I've already claimed."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 4, 2008 4:29:25 GMT -5
"'Coz there's a chance y'll loose it?" *smirked Jake, landing his knee in the small of Cry Baby's back.*
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