IC CONTACT POST

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[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx looked pretty shocked right now, too. Her mouth hung open a little and she wasn't blinking. This was one of those moments in movies where the audience started screaming "FINALLY" at the actors. This was one of those things that didn't happen to girls like Jinx. Ever. So pardon her it this was a little hard to believe at first.]

...

[Yeah, who was she kidding? Right now, nothing logical would come out of her. But damn it, Jinx was going to try, because that's what she did.]

Okay.

[...that was all she got.]

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[He takes her chin in one hand and gives her one chaste kiss on the lips, like some sort of sappy fairy tale 'break-the-spell' sort of thing, which he immediately covered up by launching into sarcasm again.] You'll be more eloquent when you write about this moment in your diary- which, by the way? I didn't read. Nice closet, by the way. Are you keeping the Twilight Zone in there?

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[Her eyes flutter shut and she kisses him back. This was... wow. Okay. She really needed to pinch herself because she was terrified this was another moment of her subconscious being an asshole.]

I don't keep a diary and if I find any candy stuck to my Gucci, you're a dead man. [She wraps her arms around his shoulders and leans in for a not-so-chaste kiss.]

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[And Gabriel just falls back against the armrest, holding his hands up defensively again before slowly winding them into her air. Yeah. He could... Definitely get used to complicated. He could get used to it a lot. He pulls back a little, probably longer than was necessary and grins at her, caught in that state between perpetually amused and a little turned on.]

Like you even keep candy in this place. The licorice wasn't bad though. Not my first choice, but eh. Beggers can't be choosers, hm?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Complicated was good. Very good right now, actually. Kissing him continued to be...well, wow. Wow was the perfect way to describe it. Really, she was romanced enough right now that, if she weren't a mess and if they weren't on the couch while her roommates were sleeping a very thin wall away, there might have been more going on than just kissing. Exhaling, no intention of getting off of him anytime soon, she softened her gaze at him.]

I want to get something out of the way early on. I know so much about you, and you don't even know my real name.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I read souls, Jinx. I know more about you than you want me too. Not that I'm prying. [He held up a finger.] It's an angel thing. [He shrugged.] I mean, it still means more when you actually tell me, but... I kinda like you as just Jinx.

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I really wish you'd stay out of my soul. It weirds me out. [She rolled her eyes but kissed him on the cheek soon afterward.] I don't know. I like being Jinx, but it's the only thing I know about myself before I decided to become a supervillain. It's important to me, and I want you to know, because I don't want to regret someday never telling you and not getting a chance to.

Sappy, stupid, I know. Just... humor me? This is supposed to be a big deal.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know. [To... Everything, really.] I get it. And like I said, it means more if I hear it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Before she told him, she kissed his lips lightly. Being intimate with someone again was something she was really going to enjoy.] Lucky. It's Lucky. Because my world somehow needed more irony.

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[To his credit, he doesn't laugh. And this intimacy was ] If it helps? I'm never gonna call you that.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [She did laugh a little with an added groan at the end.] That's why, after prep school, I redid my entire image and burned my permanent records.

[She got a little more comfortable, no intention of getting off him for a while, and started kissing his neck.] Is reading souls [kiss] anything like [lick] reading minds? [teeth sinking lightly into his neck]

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[Gabriel's throat rumbles with the human approximation of a purr as he digs himself a little deeper into the couch.] Reading minds is just small potatoes. [He pauses to make some noise of approval] I don't know what you're thinking, but I know what makes you... Well, you. [He moves a hand so that it's cupping the back of her neck, fingers toying with her hair.] So it's a lot freakier for most people. Looking at someone, seeing the path they took. Bad decision, after bad decision. We're supposed to be able to look at humans and go, "It's fine. Daddy's gonna take care of it all."

[He makes an extremely pleased groan at the biting and loses all train of thought for a second.]

Now I just use it for party tricks, like that thing at the food court. Can't really shut it off, so I have to do something with it. You should see how my brothers use it. It'd scare the crap outta you. People call me sadistic- some of 'em upstairs would make you wonder which one's the real hell.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[It was hard to pay attention to what he's saying with the other noises he was making. Gabriel's groaning was now one of her favorite sounds. It took her a while to respond since her mouth was busy marking up his neck.]

That's actually kind of, weird to say... comforting. I don't have to explain my flaws to you. You know I'm messed up and bad. [A grin.] You know what you're getting into.

[She moved up to tug at his earlobe, letting her hand rest gently against his throat. Her claws slid lightly across his jugular.] It it... empathic? Can you tell how happy I am right now? [If he couldn't already tell by the purring and affection.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[It was really hard to imitate or even describe Gabriel's purring, growling, groaning sounds. He managed to make those noises sound less like the droning of a humpback whale and more like... Well. Something most porn films didn't have, that's for sure.]

And you have no idea what you're getting into. [He said it softly, almost as an afterthought.] It's not a bad thing... Not really.

[Not unless his Lucifer showed up. Or any number of the family that would try to put the smack down on the brazen harlot their brother was cooling around with.

He reached up to lay a hand on hers- the one on his neck.] Mine is. Call me sentimental- hell, call it crazy, but I'm the one angel in Heaven who feels the most. And it makes my life suck. [A pause] Usually. Now? [He situates himself, resting his cheek against her head, feeling unusually strange that he could feel more comfortable than he has in months- not claustrophic and aching to get out of here, not trapped in the endless struggle of his brothers. Just somewhere else, where he could do what he wanted and people actually actively cared about him.] Now I don't mind it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[If Jinx knew what she was getting into, she would be extremely bored with it all. Gabriel kept her on her toes and she liked that. It was exciting and it was fun. Though, the problem with relationships like that was usually a lack of stability, which led to a lot of discomfort.

But right now, she felt more content than she had any right to. After a few lighter kisses to his neck, she settled against him and let her eyes fall shut. On his neck, she moved her hand to lace her fingers with his.]

You're sentimental and crazy? I'm the one with a crush on an angel of God, here. [Her voice sounded a bit strange with that underlying purr to her every word. Jinx could fake a lot of things, but she couldn't fake comfort.] Gabriel... I want to make this complicated. I want you in my life as much as either of us can stand.

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[He was quiet for a long time, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers or maybe he was asking God what the hell he ever did to deserve all of this... Thought-provoking bullshit. Then he remembered God was probably not in his Heaven and he'd made his own bed. He'd played with the girl, gotten attached to her, and... Well, yeah, he was sentimental, but he never thought she'd care this much back. No one else did.]

Complicated's exactly what it's gonna be. The last woman I got this involved with? She would've killed me in front of an entire audience if I didn't think ahead. And I won't lie and say it wasn't me, it was her. I'm not easy to get along with. My baggage has its own baggage and that baggage has carry-ons. [He paused, sighing and moving to wrap an arm around her.] But if you're still not scared of me- well, you don't really scare me much either. I could make this complicated.

[And he break that fragile heart of hers into a million pieces, too. He wanted to say that, warn her ahead of time, but he didn't want to. He wanted complicated- he wanted someone he could protect who'd actually do the same for him. He wanted to reach out and touch something and have it touch him in return.

Complicated. Right.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[So, maybe that silence of his brought down her comfort level a little. Her purr quieted and she opened her eyes. Staring at a candle across the room, she waited for his answer. Please say she hadn't ruined everything. Again. Chewing at her bottom lip, she held her breath. When he finally spoke, she exhaled shakily.

Jinx sat up a little to look down at him, then let go of his hand to start petting his hair.]

I don't get you... not yet. I don't have a thousand years to figure it out, I probably don't have ten, but I'm going to do the best I can. You're worth it, and I'm not going to waste my time being afraid of you.

[She leaned down and kissed him. Once. Softly. She spoke again, barely pulling away.] But I am going to waste my time making out with you. [The next kiss was not so soft. Nor the next one. Well, his tongue was soft. That may have counted for something.]

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[He put a finger under her chin lightly, like someone petting a cat, his expression almost sad in its happiness.] It's been a long time since someone said that about me.

[And that was that. When she resumed the making out, he returned it with equal fervor, the kissing interspersed with rumbling noises of pleasure, as he curled his fingers in her hair. No one would ever call Gabriel a quiet person to molest. He wasn't a screamer or anything like that- more like a pathological growler. Some chicks dug it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[And Jinx was not much better. When she got into something, she certainly was enthusiastic about it. Nearly every exhaling breath was accompanied by moaning. She loved the sounds he made. It really got her going. Her body had a difficult time staying still, too. Her body shifted, her back arched, she moved to straddle him, her hand gripped his shoulder and pinned him down against the couch. Quickly, she was realizing that they had more chemistry than STAR Labs. Knowing they needed to stop, but not at all wanting to, she parted from his lips and bit down on his throat with a growl.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[That made him twitch involuntarily, which was sort of awkward when you were getting good and worked up, but the last time someone decided to touch his neck in a moment of passion, he ended up tied up in a bloodspell he couldn't get out of. The apprehension lasted only a moment- long enough for him to turn his attention to nibbling at her ears and tracing a line down her jaw. This was the part where things tended to progress past the need for clothing, but he was in no hurry to turn it into a bodice ripper and, anyway, Claudio and Trauma were, in fact, somewhere in this apartment, so doing everything but the actual Act was on the docket for the evening.

That didn't mean he was going to be prudish. Tantalizingly, he moved his hands down and made sure to trace his hands over every inch of bare skin he could find, tugging lightly and playfully at the hems of her outfit, but never quite making a real move.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[The heat was out and it was winter in Canada. The room they were in was not exactly what you would call cozy, but that did not mean she wasn't feeling a little too warm for her clothes. Gabriel was teasing her, and it was working. Thankfully the boys were in the other room over, because she was romanced enough to make very stupid decisions right about now. Yet, no matter how much that red flag was going up in her mind, she pulled away from him for the wrong reasons. Sitting up just enough, she stripped out of her sweatshirt.

Underneath, she was wearing something horribly sexy. So sexy, in fact, that Gabriel would not be able to resist her. Because every man wanted a woman in a sports bra and a purple tank top with coffee stains on it. It was just the way of the world.

Jinx went back to his lips. Her hand slipped under his shirt, fingertips cold and claws scratching his skin lightly. She was not too gentle when it came to things like this. With the hand outside of his clothing, she reached up and made a fist in his hair. Nothing like teenage eagerness.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Coffee stained shirt or a negligee, Gabriel would've gotten hot under the collar for either/or at this moment. Some logical, reasonable, somewhat sane part of his brain was telling him to stop right now before this got out of hand, but that part of his brain was a dimwit and shouldn't be listened to.

Now that they were getting somewhere, he moved one hand to settle underneath the tanktop in the dip in her spine, tracing fingers nimbly along the line of bone, stopping once he hit cloth again, trailed back down, and then repeated. His other hand was a little more occupied with her neck and shoulders, tracing lines and touching everything he could reach without touching anything too inappropriate- he was, after all, a gentleman when it came to sex. And he also knew that only amateurs started off with the Slot A, Tab B, OH MY GOD BOOBS bullshit. A pro knew all those weird little places to touch and just how to touch them. While his hands kept moving, his lips kept themselves busy with hers. The scratching and the clutching only made him kiss harder, rising up a bit and catching her by the waist to keep from bowling her over in the process. For a moment, it looked like he might start driving her down, so that he could be the one on top for awhile, but he merely arched his back and fell back against the armrest, comfortable with her straddling his lap, while he tracked down all the right buttons to hit.]

/throws all the fanart at this

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Not being used to this was not a bad thing. Jinx had a track record of teenage boys and men who acted like teenage boys. Though she had slept with a unexpectedly small number of people, she liked kissing, and had done it often. Kissing never really made her feel like this, however. There was something about Gabriel's light touches that sent tingles all the way down her torso. Why the hell did she not want to do this with him earlier? Right. Because he was a funny looking, cocky archangel. This was pretty much cementing her place in Hell. They were waiting for her down there, and they were excited with the stories she would bring them.

When he sat up, she was pretty excited to get thrown down. His arching back was not bad, though. Not bad at all. As he fell back down, she drove her hips against his. Well, that got quite the sound out of her. Loud enough she could have woken up the boys if they weren't sleeping like the dead. ...too soon? Jinx didn't care right now. If her mouth wasn't so busy trying to turn her saliva holy, she would have been grinning. And so began a bit of light grinding. What could she say? They had been building up tension for weeks. At least the Trickster could be certain that he was hitting all the right buttons now.]

THE HOTTEST FANART

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Dad was going to kill him.

If the Old Man had ignored everything up until this point, then this was, for sure and certain, going to be the moment where he pulled back the curtain and threw down like He hadn't since that crap in Persia. Gabriel was at that wonderful point of not giving three shits. He'd throw his arms up and ask for five more minutes and he'd rot in a cage for a few thousand years like Lucifer.

Also, clothes were getting in the way and he'd delayed that particular part of this exercise long enough. He moved his hands, underneath her tanktop, running fingers over her ribs like he was tickling the ivories of a piano. Jinx was just thin enough that he could practically feel every little spot where muscle and bone met flesh. He paused, breaking away from kissing her just to give her the smallest of pouts. Sports bras- the enemy to quickies everywhere. The pouting turned into playful kissing, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, kissing her jawline, her ears, burying his face in her hair with a soft moan of pleasure as she started grinding. Breathlessly, he buried his face in her neck, half-nuzzling, half-nipping playfully, while he he avoided he pathetic fiddling with her clothes by just getting close enough to those sensitive areas to be a tease. She'd have to get desperate enough to fix this one herself.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[And while Gabriel was rotting in that box, Jinx would be down in Hell playing poker with the worst of them. "How did you die?" "I got hot and heavy with an archangel, God interrupted, I flipped him the bird and..." Well, it would definitely get a laugh out of all the other tortured souls.

Absolutely worth it.

Clothes definitely were turning out to be quite the problem. Her first thought was to start ripping apart every piece of fabric that separated them until they were naked. Her second was that her plan, with her luck, may have been a safety hazard. So time for plan B. Actual removal of garments like a normal person. Which was turning out to be a problem. That pout of his was adorable, and adorable soon turned into painfully sexy. If sitting up meant stopping this, it was not going to happen. However, there was a loophole. Grabbing onto his shirt, she pulled him to sit up with her. Quickly, she pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it to the side. Then off with the bra. Round and perky, even small breasts were still breasts, in front of him, to play with. In contrast, the skin on her torso was heavily scarred, especially along her back. Old cuts, scratches, and a lot of burns. She made a fist in his hair and pushed his mouth against her neck. Damn it, she wanted marks from this.]