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?

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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.

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[Responsibility was Jinx's least favorite word. It beat out polyester on the scale of how much words crushed her soul. If this were any other night, she would probably ask him to whisk them away to his place where they could be loud, in a bed, and keep this going until tomorrow night. But this was the first night her boys were back, and they did not need to wake up to Jinx's screams coming from the living room couch.

With his body laying atop hers, she shivered. His skin felt so nice against hers. She wanted this. It scared the hell out of her, but she wanted it. There was still those lingering fears in the back of her mind that, if she let him have this too soon, he would get bored and wander off. Or all those horrible little thoughts about how this actually meant something. Random, emotionally detached sex was so much easier. This would be something she wanted to remember. He was someone she cared about. A whole lot. More than she cared about most people she had known for years, and how long had it been since she met this one? Things were moving so fast. Too fast. Too many damn feelings involved. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

The sorceress kissed him back, then removed her claws from his shoulder as his face came against her neck. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pet his hair, exhaling shakily. There was a lot of shaking going on. If sex wasn't what they were trying to avoid, she would take that ice cold shower with him. The candles died down to their usual, non-magical state of being. Then that purr in her throat was replaced by a little growl of frustration.]

I want this to be perfect. [Which was an extremely romanticized, "Damn it, this is not happening tonight."] Fucking fuck fuck! [She growled out that most eloquent sentence between gritted teeth.]

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[And all of Gabriel's hopes and deams died. Oh, deep down, underneath untempered animal lust, there existed that nagging voice that said 'toldja so' in a tone that would not be out of place on Dean Winchester on his smuggest days and logically, she was kind of right. And also teleporting to the safety of a hotel or something equally romantic would probably just make her throw up and that was worse for the mood than anything.

Jilted? Yes, Gabriel had been jilted, but usually not right in the middle of the act. At least he could console himself in the fact that jilting him was not a matter of no, you're really bad at this, get off and she wanted it just as badly. The timing was just... Bad.

Very slowly, resisting the urge to point out no, there would probably be nothing along the lines of 'fucking fuck' here tonight-because that would be more insensitive than he was willing to go- and when did he actually start caring about people's feelings?- he slid off of her and as if in a daze gestured calmly to the general bathroom area and walked straight there with no word. He was a little beyond words beyond some weird gibbering right now.

A moment later, the water started, which was fascinating considering they were in the middle of a city-wide blackout. Angel mojo wins again. He pressed his head against the back of the shower and thought about kittens. Dead kittens. Dead, disemboweled kittens. Dead disemboweled kittens rising from the dead and digging their claws in his shoulder- OH COME ON.

That thought process was followed by a series of thuds, which while someone might mistake it for a very violent act of well, it was actually just Gabriel hitting his head against the shower repeatedly.

He wasn't as frustrated at the lack of sex as he'd let people believe. And if weren't a functioning empath on the best days, he'd probably be spending this magical time wondering what the hell he did wrong. The answer? Nothing. They were good. Awesome, in fact. And probably horrifically wrong for each other in the best ways, but details, right? It's not like Gabriel could build the Taj Mahal on the backs of his healthy relationships. His last major relationship ended because his girlfriend bloodspelled him and then stabbed him in the heart.

Thirty minutes later, Gabriel emerged from the shower, fully clothed, and with a body temperature that was about three degrees colder than normal.]

Gimme a warning next time and I'll make a reservation somewhere. [He wasn't angry or anything. Mostly just drained. The effort of calming down after that took a lot out of him.]

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[Rejecting boys was one of Jinx's favorite pastimes. She liked building up their hopes and dreams, then dashing them against the rocks with a terrible grin on her face. This was not a moment to be proud of. It was one of those times that she hated being right. Caring was not something she dealt with well or even knew how to begin to handle. Caring was what she was doing right now, and it was awful. More than anything, when Gabriel began sliding off of her, she wanted to grab him, pull him back, and get lost again. She felt guilty for not doing it. Like she had just ruined something wonderful. When he left, she grabbed the comforter that had fallen on the floor, put it over her face, and thought about smothering herself. That had been incredible.

While Gabriel was in her bathroom thinking about dead kittens, Jinx tightly crossed her legs and thought about dead roommates. All that was going on with the two of them a thin wall away. She sat up on the couch and stared at her bedroom door. Shifting uneasily, she tried to feel around for their presence. As usual, she could only feel Trauma and not Claudio. Weird kid. There was another aura that diverted her attention. Gabriel's. So strong. More familiar than it should have been. Her claws dug into the couch and she chewed at her bottom lip, actually debating walking right into that bathroom, grabbing him, throwing him against a wall...

Growling, she beat her head against the back of the couch. When she heard the same sort of thuds coming from the bathroom, she started laughing softly to herself. God, they were too much alike in the worst ways.

She got up and started pacing the room. It took her a minute or so to realize she was freezing and topless. So she tugged her clothing back on, sat back down on the couch, and wrapped the blanket tightly around her body. Okay, she was calming down. Certain things were still tingling and slick, but she did her best to ignore that. Look, candles. Extremely interesting candles. Yes, think about the properties of fire. It was so useful. Learning to utilize fire was probably the reason why man ruled the earth now. That and thumbs. Thumbs were great, weren't they? Fucking fantastic things! Oh, and walking on two legs. Good, too. Even though it was nice to be on your hands and knees sometimes. Or your back. Especially when--

Okay! Time for a new train of thought. For the love of all things unholy, something catch her attention.

And there it was. Something shiny on the floor where Gabriel had dropped his coat. Reaching down, she picked up his sword and began to examine it. This was the first time she really got a good look at the thing. It was beautiful. Her fingers traced the blade. There was certainly a lot of power in this little thing.

When Gabriel finally left her bathroom, she was still holding it against her torso, half asleep, laying on the couch with her fingertips lingering on the blade.]

We just can't do it here. [Her voice came out as a mumble. The first lights of the morning were breaking through the blinds on the windows.] Are you mad? Because I hate myself right now.

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[Gabriel saw the blade first and shuddered in a way that had nothing to do with cold. The last woman who had a hand on that blade ran him through with its... Less powerful twin. He hadn't had the time or a can of Diet Orange Slice to make a copy. Not that that mattered right now. He was just focusing on something besides... The situation.]

Mad? No. Thrown off? Yep. But that's not your fault. You're right. Two recently dead boys in the next room... This is no place for a first time. Also the couch is too small. If it'd gotten really hot? One of us would've fallen off and I don't know about you, but I hate when that happens. [He sounded so damn casual about it too. He picked his way across to the couch and slid the sword away from her, sliding it back into his jacket.] Don't hate yourself for actually caring about what people might think. I spend enough time not caring for the both of us.

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[When he took the blade from her, she watched him pocket the thing and sat up against the armrest. She yawned, showing off some strangely sharp molars before she spoke.]

I want to do this, Gabriel. I really do. Let's just... take this a little slower. Before we get too stupid, okay?

[Then she just had to ask...] So, not going to talk to me about why you have a sword?

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[Softly] Hey. You don't need to tell me twice. This isn't... [He swallowed.] This isn't one of those things where once I get to the center of the Tootsie Roll pop- bad metaphor, roll with it- I'm out, okay? I can do slow. Don't worry about it. I'm old, remember? I might throw out a hip if I move too fast. [He cracked a smile and ran a finger along her jawline.]

Only if you tell me where you got the scars or are they just living proof of how crime don't pay? [He pulled the sword out of his pocket and stared at it.] When I left home, I cut every tie I had. I hocked my horn. Literally. Last I heard, it was in a pawn shop. This is... Well, it's not something you can just ditch. An archangel's blade. I can count the number of times I've used this thing on one hand, including stabbing Tom's imaginary friend. There's almost nothing this little baby can't kill. [He shoved it back.] So I'm sentimental. It's my last connection to home.

[And the only defense he has, much as he hates it, if his family tries to kill him or someone he loves.]

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[That was exactly what she was afraid of. That he would get in her pants, get bored, then leave. Without that little fear in the back of her mind, she would probably jump him the moment she was sure her roommates could handle themselves and not die. So, in a couple days. But right now, she was worried. When he ran his finger along her jaw, she closed her eyes and moved her head with it.

Well, he sounded sincere enough. She hoped it would last. And she was content about it until he made the remark about her scars. That got her to look away and wrap her arms around herself.]

It's very pretty, and very powerful. If I didn't like you so much, I'd lift it and use it for evil. Joking. [No, she wasn't.] But when you say... almost anything, do you mean... I mean, I've watched you take an axe in the heart.

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[...bad question, then. Gabriel knew when to not pry- he'd gotten enough people who sure as hell didn't. He scooted a little closer and wrapped his jacket around himself as if somehow that would conceal the sword.]

If I don't get stabbed in the heart with something once a year, I lose my insurance policy. [Bitter, sarcastic, and painfully true.] Truth is, Daddy gave us these swords for one reason and one reason only and it makes you really wonder what the Old Man was thinking.

[And this is the part that he... Doesn't want to admit.] They kill angels. Yeah, I know. I actually carry one of the two things that can kill me on me. If I didn't... Well, let's just say if any of my brother's showed up, I'd be deader than Charlie Sheen's career.

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[Jinx sat there quietly and listened. Well, at least they weren't horny and trying not to bang like rabbits on the couch? Hooray, optimism? No, not really.]

The more you talk about your dad, the more I realize what a fucked up creature God is. [She sighed.] I won't tell anyone that. No need to have anyone try and kill anything else I like. Still, it's like Superman carrying around Kryptonite just in case Supergirl cracks and goes after him.

[Another sigh. Well, he told her a secret, it was only fair...] All my scars are my fault. There's more than what you just saw. My back, my legs, internal ones. I really don't want to know how screwed my organs are from all this. But it's my fault. For screwing up.

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You don't know the half of it. [He rolled his eyes.] I have spares- just in case. Fake ones. Believe me, I've been stabbed in the heart once before. I'm not as stupid as I look. [No, just stubborn. Prone to biting off more than he can chew...

He grabs her hands suddenly, some weird connection struck by that revelation.] Don't. Okay? If I wanted someone who never screwed up, I've got a catalog of bimbos I could call up outta nowhere. You want a real Hallmark moment? Scars mean you survived something- the only people without 'em are people who don't do shit to get them or the guys who didn't live long enough to talk about 'em. The real screw-up is a guy so friggin' stuck up his own ass, he lets people like two dumb hicks from Kansas get the better of 'em and it doesn't ever occur to him that being a stupid, stubborn jackass might be the key to his own friggin' doom.

[He pauses] I said I was hard to kill. I didn't say it was hard to get the better of me... That's another thing between you and me, though. ...Okay, so maybe I am as stupid as I look.

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[When he so suddenly grabbed her hands, her eyes grew wide and she blinked a few times. Looking up at him, she bit her lip. This was certainly quite the night. Er, morning now. Her bloodstream was beginning to demand coffee, so yeah, morning.]

Well, I knew that, idiot. [She gave a little grin, trying to lighten the moment. Because she didn't know how to voice how much it meant to her that he was sharing all this with her. If he was anything like her, which she knew he was, prying this kind of information out of his mouth was harder than breaking diamonds with your teeth.]

I've survived more than I should have be allowed to. People liked breaking me and putting me back together. Maybe I'll give you some stories later. About why I'm so... They're long stories and I'm tired. I've already been emotional enough lately. [A bit of a nervous laugh escaped her. She pulled his hands to her lips and kissed them. Time for a change of subject.] You're freezing.

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[It really was, but goddammit, he was feeling so vulnerable and exposed. This was such unfamiliar territory for him. She cared about him, which was really all it took for Gabriel to fall in front of someone on his back and be take me, I'm yours. He needed that comfort, that stability. Before he came here, he'd lost everything. Everything. Every tie he'd gained between Heaven and this was cut off. He'd planned on dying, which was the one thing he'd never tell her. He hadn't even really tried to forge too many bonds here- the ones that happened were great. Fine. Dandy. He didn't make the mistake of assuming they meant much. This was different.]

I think we've had enough emotional epiphanies for one night. Gotta save something for the next explosion, right? [He smiled and ducked his head, only looking back up when she kissed his fingers.] I burn cold. One of the perks of being too far from Heaven. They turn off the heat, which means if you had any hopes of spooning... That's probably gonna be a pipe dream. Some girls get mono from their dates. Me? I'd probably give you hypothermia.

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Hopes of spooning? [She quirked her eyebrowless brow.] Did you forget after you got an axe in the chest? I laid there while you were gushing blood and practically comatose. I can deal with cold.

[Thank his dad for this subject change. She scooted over and started tugging him down.] We can fix cold. Just... not like we did earlier. [Wow, that gave her body a sudden tingle.] I'm okay with hypothermia if you're okay with taking me to see my doctor when I come down with frostbite. But right now? You're warmer than the rest of this damn room, so sit your ass down.

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Well, I was kinda disoriented from the axe in the chest part. Y'know how it goes. [But damned if that wasn't... The sweetest thing he'd heard in awhile.

He feigned complete resignation at being tugged down, although halfway to sitting down, he cracked a smile.] Okay, okay. Geez. You're so controlling.

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Right, right. Been there and done that.

[She grinned when he called her controlling and yanked him the rest of the way down.] Get used to it, angel boy. I'm controlling, jealous, and one hell of a bitch. [Also, she was a cat. Immediately, she made herself comfortable in his lap. Shoulders and head on his thighs, she looked up at him with those big, tired eyes. Reaching up a hand, she smoothed back his hair.] From this day forward, you're mine. Deal with it.

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[He situated himself on the couch as comfortably as possible and ran his fingers through her hair.] I can live with that.

[It sounded better when Kali used those words anyway. ....He was just going to hope that Jinx didn't know any bloodspells.]

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[She closed her eyes and smiled at the feeling of his fingers through her hair. Rolling over, she pressed her nose against his stomach and curled her knees up against her body.]

Can you live with staying here until I fall asleep?

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[He kept petting her hair, tracing lines through it and occasionally moving his hand down to rub her arms or her back, completely soothingly.] 'Course. Hell, I'll give you the rest of the day. [He shifted to save him from having to do it later in the day, and got comfortable.] My schedule's clear.