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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[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.

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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.

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

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[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.

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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.

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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

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[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

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[That was enough to get Gabriel growling again, almost comically, but with a certain edge that certain porn films the Winchesters were now in possession of lacked, because really he had just been trying to scare those boys by making them watch something raunchy and depraved- one last parting shot. He could be raunchy and depraved, but, well, it lacked something.

Now that they were both up, he wasted no time in kissing her so forcefully he drove her back down to the other side of the couch. He'd had enough of the bottom- time for him to be on top. There was force, an animal lust, between the kisses and bites and gentle caresses of his tongue against the scarred flesh. He wasn't just forceful in just the right places, he was careful around others. She'd be stuck with bruises all along her chest and neck, but the old scars would never be touched.

He pulled back, shifting position, slightly. The pieces of his wardrobe that were about as much apart of him as his own vessel's skin were shed as quickly as humanly possible, which for an angel was extremely quickly. The jacket fell to the floor with a clatter and if he'd bothered to look down, he'd see the faint silver sheen of his sword, but that was nothing to concern himself with. The flannel shirt followed suit. His vessel had come with its share of scars- people who knew the stories about Loki could attest to where they came from too. Raw skin on his wrists that never healed properly, always hidden by big sleeves, and what looked like a nasty chemical burn on his chest. Odin and his stupid punishments. There were more, of course, but they were all internal and those belonged to Gabriel, alone.

For a moment, he lingered, hovering above her. There was no Greek god, no Adonis, in him. He looked pathetically common, with pathetically common marks, but when he lowered himself back down, pinning her, and claiming every bit of unmarked skin as his own, there was something. You'd think an angel would be at its least angelic during a carnal act, but Gabriel, here and now, was Gabriel. Not Loki with his den of lovers and cheap insults and tricks, but something so much greater. If you blinked too fast or stared too long at a wall, you might have sworn you saw a shadow of wings and then convinced yourself it wasn't real. Thank someone the lights were out or else every fuse in this apartment building might have blown.

Once again, his wandering hands moved, but this time they weren't teasing. Each breast was circled with delicate precision- a fingernail tickling the flesh while he focused his mouth, his tongue, his teeth on her neck and shoulders, only to move down and repeat the process, lingering too long on that space between her breasts before tracing circles again, this time with his tongue instead of a fingernail. His hands stayed poised on her hips, a thumb reaching out to caress her inner thigh, almost as an afterthought, but he was for more focused on her torso to worry about anything below it. The way he lingered on each mark, each scar made it seem as if he was making a silent vow to find whoever gave her them and let them suffer long for it.]

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[Aggressive and controlling, Jinx rarely let someone get on top of her. Not unless she was sure she could just shove them off if they got too cocky about it. This was different. A lot different. For once, she wanted someone else to take over. From this day forward, Gabriel belonged to her. It was only fair that she gave him something of equal value. So she let him force her down, maul her with his mouth. The bruises were welcomed. When she looked in the mirror in the morning, she wanted to grin like the cat who ate the canary at all his marks.

As he undressed, she watched him through half lidded eyes. Her arms were over her head as she laid on the couch, draped lazily over the arm rest. Chills coated her skin and they weren't all from the cold. Gabriel was not the kind of man she was usually attracted to. Nearly every guy she hung on the arm of in the past was toned, young, and good looking by definition. This was, once again, different, but different was not bad. Loki's scars caught her attention, and she lingered on them for a moment as she looked him over. There were no snide remarks out of her, no odd looks, nothing but a purr in her throat and a spark in her eyes.

The moment he pinned her, she groaned loudly. Her back arched against the feeling of his mouth, his hands. Eyes closed now, she let her head fall back and only reacted to tactile sensation. And oh, did she react. Soft cries that she tried to muffle by biting her lip. Her claws latched onto the armrest and her hips tried to buck up with his hands pinning them. The cold air felt wonderful on her moistened skin. This was the most experienced man she had ever been with, and just from this, she could tell that complicated was the best idea she ever had.]

Gabriel!

[She was the first to speak an actual word in a good, long while as he sucked at the more sensitive areas of her breasts. In her short life so far, she never had anyone pay this much attention to her body. It was always enough foreplay to say it happened, which was usually thirty seconds worth of groping, then time to hump away for a few minutes. Being with a man, especially one older than the human race with a black book longer than the Torah, was a new and extremely enjoyable experience. Her knees quivered. A moan nearly turned into a squeal before she brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on a knuckle. Her other hand reached out for Gabriel's bare shoulder. Four claws dug into the first layer of skin. Once again, her hips lifted off the couch to push against him, making her shudder.]

We shouldn't...

[The words slipped out through a moan, then she bit down on her knuckle again. It was an extremely convincing argument on her part. It came out in the same tone "I want you" probably would. Her eyes opened and she blinked at the ceiling. Something caught the corner of her eye, strange shadows on the walls, then she closed them again. The candles in the room flared up, cracking with a mildly pink tinted flame. Anyone could see how much she wanted to just say "screw it" and... well.]

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[Gabriel paused his cursory evaluation of her naval with the sort of pathetic look one finds on small dogs that have been smacked without knowing why. He straightened up slightly, moving to enclose a wrist in his hand (the other one was still embedded in his shoulder and he made no move to remove it or even seemed to notice it), not so much pinning as looking like he'd be in the process of helping her up if she asked for it.]

Probably not. Has that stopped you before?

[A younger, more rambunctious, man might make her an offer she couldn't refuse. What Gabriel did was simply lay himself on top of her with the sort of religious care of someone kneeling towards Mecca. He was still in his jeans- the final line hadn't been crossed yet and while he'd have to borrow her shower for the longest ice water bath in history, there was still a chance to say no and he'd let her, because he wasn't that sort of a man- oh he wanted it. He wanted it like he hadn't wanted anything, something possessive, and primal, and completely and utterly complicated. But he also didn't want her to leave him cold, throw him out, and forget him, because of one bad move. Too much of his life was based on those stupid mistakes. He wanted this to be the one thing comfortable in a world that was anything but and to have that, he might have to make a sacrifice.

He tilted his head to the side and then leaned down and kissed her once more, the gesture chaste- at least chaste by comparison of everything he'd been doing- and then buried his face in her neck. She wanted it and he knew it well enough, but if she said stop, then... Well, as the lady wishes. And fuck what they both were clearly gagging for.] Just say the word.