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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 16:09:21 GMT -5
*Lizzie brushed the hair back from his eyes. She worried for him.*
"Ya want somethin'? I could bring you somethin' 'ta eat. Or..." *She shrugged.* "...probably scrounge up some whiskey."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 16:10:38 GMT -5
"Sure...whatever," *he said softly.*
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 16:29:45 GMT -5
*Lizzie nodded slightly.*
"Ya just wait here and I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail." *She hazarded the smallest of smiles before getting up to head to the kitchen.*
((I figure she could bump into Kip there and fill him in. If you'd like.))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 16:31:36 GMT -5
((Sure...and while she's rustlin' up the grub, Jake can pack his bag and skedaddle, and, I dunno, there could be a newspaper section of ships bound for different places and it could be open to the American section...or however people did those things back in the day.))
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Post by Lizzie on Oct 6, 2008 16:47:03 GMT -5
((Works for me.))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 17:37:22 GMT -5
*Once Lizzie was gone, Jake rose from his bed, stuffed a few clothes into his pillow case and pulled out a newspaper, turning to the sailings printed in bold advertisements.
A ship to Boston--on that evening's tide.
If he left now, he'd be able to barter some kind of passage. He took all the money he'd been saving under a floorboard--the money he'd been saving for him and Lark...to build them a better life. His boots didn't make a sound on the floor as he crept out the front door and dashed away down the street.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 15, 2009 8:01:09 GMT -5
***AFTER JAKE'S SHAVE***
*Lark tried not to giggle as they hurried back to his--their--room. In the same motion that she used to shut the door, she was on him. Her free hand tangled in his hair, pulling him roughly to her even as she lifted up on her toes to meet him in a hard kiss.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 15, 2009 19:12:00 GMT -5
"Jesus, girl," *he managed as he rocked back with the force of her assault, grinning as he pulled off his shirt, returning the kiss with equal fervour.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 8:01:59 GMT -5
*Lark squirmed in the embrace, trying to kick of the unlaced boots without giving up his lips. Finally managing, she leaned back, all grins. Then she gave him a hard shove square in the chest, knocking him back towards the bed.*
"I did promise dangerous..." *She replied, as calmly as she could manage. She might have looked halfway respectable about it too if her hair wasn't so mussed and she wasn't quite so obviously flustered.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 14:57:27 GMT -5
*Jake's eyes widened.*
Uh...shit...?
*He shut his eyes for a moment, a muscle working in his jaw.*
Be a man, Jake. Be a man. What can she possibly do to you?
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 15:11:02 GMT -5
*That was plenty consent for Lark, who was all too eager to pounce on him, making the bed bounce a bit. She giggled, steady enough on top of him. Seeming perfectly content at where he was, she gave him a once over, proudly surveying her prey. The razor stayed in her hand and closed. She wasn't ready. Not yet at least. There should be more skin first. She hastily worked a few buttons free on the dress to give her more mobility (since it wasn't hers and being such wasn't the best fit). Her hand found his hair again, holding him firmly as she nipped at his neck and shoulder. With a flick of her wrist, the blade gave a soft sound and she pressed the flat of the blade to the side of his neck, careful to turn the sharp edge out a bit. She didn't want to get too excited and do something stupid. Lifting her lips to whisper hotly against his ear, she purred.*
"This what you were wantin'? Get your heart beating and your...blood flowing?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 17:16:28 GMT -5
"Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus."
*Jake tried not to cough, his eyes watering slightly. He silently cursed his own body as his libido fought with his self-preservation instinct and seemed to be winning.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 17:22:28 GMT -5
*Lark seemed happily content to hold him there (it was simply delightful to see him so...tongue-tied). Her free hand loosened from his hair, cupping his cheek tenderly for a moment, then continuing down between their bodies, over the tendons of his neck and caressing the smooth planes of his toned chest.*
"What kinda answer is that?" *She grinned, her fingers sliding further over his abs dauntingly.*
"Whatdya say we have a look, no?"
*But she didn't look, her eyes fixed on his as she moved to loosen the buckle of his belt free.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 17:51:02 GMT -5
"Whoa hey--that--you--that razor ain't gettin' anywhere NEAR mah...uh..."
*Jake cleared his throat.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Feb 16, 2009 17:59:46 GMT -5
"Your what?" *Lark leaned back, blinking innocently. Well, it would have been innocent enough if she wasn't doing what she was doing. She pressed the blunt back of the blade harder against his neck.*
"I just wanna look." *She assured him. Though still, her eyes didn't lower. She fought his trousers free with the one hand, delighted by what she found. The tips of her ears pinked a bit as she touched him gently.*
"See? That ain't so bad now is it?" *Her touch was tender, but teasing. Oh, yeah. This was way too much fun.*
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