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[cassidyneal]

I left something for you at your door.

[Neal really didn't want to make it a big deal, so he leaves a wrapped gift basket for her with a note that says: 'Life's too short to settle for one kind of Reese's product.']

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[thenormalsquint]

[Good goddamned, Neal. You really know how to get to a woman.]

...Marry me?

[She's joking! Maybe. Chocolate makes her do weird things.]

[cassidyneal]

[He laughs, loudly at her text.]

Let's start with me getting to have one of those candy bars, maybe. Go from there. I do think that's the best offer I've ever gotten, though.

[thenormalsquint]

Damn, you drive a hard bargain.

Maybe half of one? No, you can get one of the Swiss Rolls, but that's my final offer. My niceness extends only but so far.

[cassidyneal]

I accept the Swiss Roll with an invitation to come over for milk to go with your chocolate. Though I'm happy to come collect my prize.

[Basically, no pressure. He absolutely doesn't expect anything in return, it was just a nice thing to do for someone he knew for sure he could make smile.]

[thenormalsquint]

Well, if you don't mind the controlled chaos of my apartment, I did just buy milk this morning. I'll let you have the honor of having the lid ring before my cat does.

P.S. I don't even have a cat.

[cassidyneal]

You're damn intriguing, do you know that?

[thenormalsquint]

No. Usually, people tell me I'm a pain in their ass.

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[derek_morgan]

[ taken from here ]

It was radio silence as he damn near taunted for Eudio police to catch him speeding. Derek might've run through a red light or three two, cursing at not having started his way over at her first text. Angela received one as he arrived at her door. If the sound of his Bronco's V8 engine wasn't loud enough, his familiar pound on the door (louder than usual) would get her attention from whatever she might have occupied the five minutes or so that it took him to arrive.

"Anyone ever tell you that you say the SWEETEST things?" he asked with phone in one hand and keys in the other.

[thenormalsquint]

It's best he didn't tell her exactly how far he was when she sent that last text or she would have started laughing at how desperate he appeared. Though, on the other hand, she's just as desperate herself because there's no way she's willing to wait until Slowpoke McGee showed up since in those last five minutes, her hand is back in her panties rubbing away at her clit.

His pounding yanks her away from the edge she was hurtling towards and as much as Angela's glad to see him, she can't help but curse low in her throat at the interruption. A good one, but an interruption nonetheless.

Her face flushed and nipples taut underneath the red t-shirt she's still wearing with no bottoms other than her underwear, Angela yanks open the door, breathless and ready for whatever Derek will throw at her tonight.

"No, but you should try to more often. It'll benefit you in the long run."

[derek_morgan]

Phone and keys were left on her table closest to the door. He greeted her with a heated kiss, walking her back and letting himself in. The kiss was his answer in agreement to her statement. Derek caught sight of the flush on her skin and now covered nipples that created tents under the fabric that attempted to cover them up. "What's all this? You didn't have this on when I got that last pic," he muttered into her mouth.

He had a lot of nerve. Derek was wearing a heavy sweatshirt over a t-shirt with equally heavy jeans and boots. Winter had started so he was lucky Angie hadn't worn more to open the door. He pulled off both sweatshirt and underlying t-shirt in one swift motion. His jeans might have not been lightweight but there was a definite bulge of the state she put him in. He was ready, willing and able.

"What was that you said about my face?" he quipped devilishly while hands made quick work of the t-shirt on her body. They tried to occupied themselves rather than touch her skin directly before getting a chance to warm up. Granted, the fast and furious trip over kept them from being ice cold.

[thenormalsquint]

He's greeted by her moaning into his mouth at how her stiff nipples brush against his chilly chest, creating a sensation that leaves her shivering in his arms. That, however, doesn't stop her banter, like anything would.

"No, but it's cold outside. I like not having frostbite on my titties." Oh, but there her shirt goes and she's standing there grinning up at him mischievously, goosepimples creeping along her skin every time his cold touch skates across it. Much like a cat, Angela arches closer to his hands, relishing in the difference of temperatures of his and her skin. Christ, she wants him and wants him bad. "And I believe I said I was going to sit on your face. You never struck me as the forgetful type."

And just in case he forgot what she's able to do to him, Angela cups him through his jeans, pressing her heel into his erection for that sweet friction.

[derek_morgan]

Her words made him think of a favorite song of his mom's Baby, It's Cold Outside. Derek wasn't thinking of his mother at all, just the song which Angela would give her own spin on. A very wicked spin. His lips curved accordingly. For the moment, he kept the thought to himself. She preoccupied him with her reaction to his contact. Derek swore that Angie could make one hell of a Catwoman without much effort.

"You sure, Baby? Seems like you don't mind me coming in from the cold." So off her shirt had gone and the metal buckle of his belt wasn't kept away from her body. It took a bit of work but he stepped out of his boots. "I just wanted to hear you say it. You know I love when you talk dirty to me." As much as he had a tendency to talk, it was always fun when someone could dish as good as they got.

She had a mouth that rivaled his in more than one way. While he had a tongue that wouldn't quit, Angie could deep throat like nobody's business. That was saying a lot given his size. He could only hope he was on whatever list got him some head for Christmas. "Not sure my tongue can take the place of whatever battery powered item you had in hand, but it'll sure as hell try." While her warmer hand rubbed over his denim, his still chilled hand slipped under her panties.

He let out an exaggerated gasp, feining surprise. "Is it me or was someone or something already riling your pretty pussy up?" Derek quipped huskily then fiendishly closed in for another hard kiss than give Angie time to answer.

[thenormalsquint]

Oh, he loves it, does it? Angela can give him that and more.

"So you like it when I telling you I love sucking your dick? That sometimes it's all I can think about doing, letting you fuck my face, and no one else's will do right then and there?" She practically purrs out each word, dropping her voice enough to rival even the best phone sex operator. "What about when I say that I love it when you fuck me so hard I can't walk right the next day? Or when I want you to put it somewhere else but I can't quite let you out of my pussy long enough for that?"

She's certainly pouring it on thick, but Angela's not a liar. Everything that passes her pretty pink lips is the truth and she can't wait to feel Derek stretch her nice and good so she's left sore in the morning. Give her some opportunities for flashbacks of the night before.

Angela's purr turns into a quiet shriek against his lips when his icy fingertips slides against the hotness of her wet flesh, turning her into a full on whole body shiver. Her pussy's still so sensitive from the closeness of a still unobtainable orgasm and there's a chance that she might not be able to hold one off before his mouth gets on her. "Both? Not my fault you drive slow."

[derek_morgan]

Derek doesn't like it. He loves it. Every filthy word and the fact that it wasn't all talk. Why else chance unwanted attention from the police who he might end up working for one day? Especially chance getting caught by a certain roommate who was an officer of the law. ...Not that Angie knew any of that.

He licked his lips as if eating something very tasty, which was probably the case sooner than later. His gaze was between predatory and turned on. It was easy to spot how her clit had swollen. He gave it a teasing touch, happy to swallow her shriek in a kiss. Yet she didn't get muffled twice. Angela managed to throw a verbal tease in. He didn't expect anything less. She was punished accordingly nonetheless, in a manner of speaking.

Cold fingertips from his other hand pinched a nipple in reach while the hand under her panties toyed very slowly with the piercing located between her folds. Derek was surprised she hadn't removed his belt already. He had desperately needed a distraction and was being provided with exactly what he wanted. "That's not all I can do slow. But you know that. I can flick my tongue over your clit where it's more of a feather touch than the stroke which gets you off."

Maybe his pants were still on but Derek got tired the restricted access between her legs. He had lowered down, peeling off her panties while bantering. His face made a pit stop before he returning upright. A dart of his wet tongue that was anything but cold over where chilled fingertips had lightly played. Angela could suck him off like no one else and was repaid with a very dedicated tongue that often didn't need the assistance of his nimble fingers.

"And my dick can fill you up so slow, you won't have to worry about walking funny." Another quip on his ascent from the crouched position. Derek took a nipple hard into his mouth, releasing it with a tug as he stood in front of her. His left hand slapped her ass hard enough to sting while the right contradicted his threat of a teasing touch. "Or test just how good that gag reflex is of yours." The touch between her legs started a mission to have her climax while still vertical.

[thenormalsquint]

Her knees get wobbly at the double assault, icy cold touch against her heated up flesh. It's not nearly enough to get her off immediately, but the sensation still registers, resulting in a shaking moan pressed against his bare chest when Angela leans against him to keep her balance. She's all for his threat of teasing tonight, enjoying the journey there just as more as the arrival, but once he slips his tongue against her, all willingness to hold back dissolves.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't have a gag reflex to begin with." As badly as she tries to tease him, her words fall apart at the end from nimble fingers determined to beat her to the punch. That's fine, though. Two can play at this game and his belt and zipper are quickly out of the way as her hand shoves down his boxers, gripping him tightly and solidly. "And did I tell you I had a dream about you coming down my throat? Because I did."

text » un: d.grayson

[pleasant]

You're invited!
What: Clark Kent's birthday celebration.
Where: House number XXXXX, Northern Quad.
When: This Monday at 6 o'clock.

Please RSVP with this number :) Hope to see you there!

text » un: pearlygates | oh god im so late pretend angela sent this on time without my fail

[thenormalsquint]

Count me in because you said my favorite word!

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[toxophiliac]

[ Texted a week or so after Clint comes back to Eudio ... ]

Hey

[ YEP THATS IT, THATS THE TEXT ]

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[thenormalsquint]

[❝ this looks bad ❞ Damn right it does.]

DON'T HEY ME.

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[toxophiliac]

[ He probably deserves that. ]

Uh

I'm sorry?

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[thenormalsquint]

You really are. Couldn't you at least say goodbye? I mean, I'm not asking for my name to be put in your will, but a "Hey Ange, I'm gonna head home. It was nice meeting you." would have been nice. Sure would have saved me time calling you and stopping by only to find out you skipped town like everybody else.

And you owe me. I had to eat an entire cake by myself and I'm pretty sure I can't fit half my closet anymore because of it.

[She has no friends to share her fat with :(]

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[toxophiliac]

[ Shit.

Shit. Yeah. Okay, he definitely deserves it.

His text is a little less Clint and a little more Clint. As best as he can emote through text, anyway. ]

Man I'm really sorry Ange. You're right i should have told you. I didn't tell anyone. Goodbyes aren't really something I do

[ Usually they're too permanent. Usually they're some kind of a bad omen. Usually he hates them because that means he's formed attachments. And attachments are dangerous in his line of ... life. ]

I'm the worst at them

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[thenormalsquint]

Could you start making them a thing? It's basic decency. That's all I ask.

[Unfortunately all Angela does is form attachments. It's in her nature. As much as she tries not to sometimes, she finds herself caring. Caring about people and caring just a little too much, a little too quickly. Goodbyes to her are permanent too, just like the leaving of everybody she cared about in Eudio. They were all permanent. Fuck, Clint is the only one who's ever come back. Why is this moron different? What's his story?]

I'm not begrudging you going home when you feel like it. That's not my place, but all I want is to not wake up and realize somebody else I liked is gone without giving me a head's up.

[Not like like, but enjoyed his company like. Angela needs two hands to count the number of friends who went bye bye and only needs one finger to count how many she has left in the city. It's getting really hard to cuddle in Cuddletown.]

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[toxophiliac]

Okay I'll try

[ It's the least he can do, yeah. He feels properly chastened, especially through text. Somehow, it just seemed easier to leave without a word. It's not as though he thought anyone would really miss him anyway. He's never really stuck around or said much about himself or made any real effort to make close friendships. At least he'd hoped for that.

(Even if that's a complete lie and he's got a handful of people he'd be damned pissed to find out they'd left.) ]

You're right its a shitty thing to do

[ And somehow it's become a little easier to admit when he's done something shitty. Maybe all those years of Kate calling him out on his bullshit is starting to have an effect. Finally. ]