IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[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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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He wraps an arm around and her and makes with the cuddling like it's all second nature to him now. Because it really is.]

Maybe I should just start coming over every night. [He kisses her forehead] Y'know, until you find a nice old house we can be the Brady Bunch in.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Less than three months in an actual relationship and they're already symbiotic. Love should really be a lot more terrifying. She leans up and catches his lips. When she pulls away, she bumps his nose with hers.]

Maybe I'd like that. Or maybe we'll spend enough time together that I'll finally realize we shouldn't be together. Maybe you'll get bored of me first. Willing to take the risk?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You think I would've come if I wasn't? This is home now, babe. Cheesy as it sounds- I can't go back, you can't go back. This is it. Finito. Stick a fork in it. All that crap. Wherever you go, I'll just appear there randomly when you least expect me.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I don't know whether to kiss you or take out a restraining order.

[She pulls back to look at him through the dark.]

So...we're serious about this, right? Do you really want this?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so there's a small part of him that thinks she just wants to play house, which he can dig and it's not like commitment's that big of a problem, but there's something very visceral and real about this. The finality, he supposes. He is really staying here, running a club, and, God forbid, living in a house that he didn't steal.

And yet...]

C'mon, Jinx. How many times do I have to say it? [He leans over and touches her face, voice going suddenly serious.] I love you and I want you to be happy. If you want a house with a picket fence and irritating neighbors, then that's what we'll get. Okay?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx already decided she was staying here long ago. That's not her problem here. She touches the hand on her face and rolls her eyes.]

Not what I mean.

[She growls a little and more or less pounces on him. She holds down his shoulders and straddles his hips, not aggressively, but not playfully either.]

What do you want, stupid? And answering "to make you happy" isn't permitted.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He takes it like a man and stares up at the ceiling for a moment, before glancing down to meet her eyes.] That's a loaded question.

[He just sighs, unable to go past that point without getting into the sentimental BS he likes avoiding.]

Nothing lasts for me, Jinx. My family boned up and I left. I screwed the pooch with my other family. I'm a casual loner with few friends, who happens to get his kicks screwing with people. I just want you, okay? I want to drive this thing into the ground like we're both living with expiration dates- don't say a word. I just want this to last. I don't wanna get to the point where you're just another notch on my list of homes I can't go back to.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Oh, and she was about to say a word. Opens her mouth and everything. But she purses her lips and exhales through her nose, letting him finish. Sentimental man. She dips down and rests her forehead right where his clavicles meet.]

I don't want that either. I want a family, baby. I'm tired of being alone. I hate it. But I don't want to drag you into something you hate just to appease my foolish insecurities.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

As long as I can still make assholes suffer, no one touches my family, and I can run my club, and generally make this whole town a little bit more irritated with their lives? I'm happy. I'm a simple angel, with simple pleasures. All I ask is that I get back as much as I give... And I always have my mojo at all times. That's it. A picket fence with you is better than a cold warehouse alone.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her head back up and looks at him.]

Oh. I was planning on keeping you on a tight leash and not letting you do any of that. My bad.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He tucks a finger under her chin, smiling.] Don't even joke- I've been on a short leash. It sucks.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Like I'd ever do that to you. You're more fun when you screw up and piss me off. I don't like easy. Anyway, I needed to say something to keep us from getting sappier. Someone was going to start playing a tiny violin in the next room over.

[She pulls her chin away from him and nips gently at his fingertip.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He pulls his finger away and laughs] Gotta keep that status quo in check, huh?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Naturally.

[Oh, no he doesn't. She grabs his hand right back, growls playfully, then kisses his wrist.]

So...we're really doing this, then? Really really?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He smirks] Yep. I'll make it my goal to make everyone in that neighborhood remember when the place used to be so nice.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You can mow the lawn. Wave at the neighbors with the goofy, cartoon smile of yours. I'll come out in something skimpy with a try of lemonade. The boys'll pretend not to know us.

[She sighs dreamily and rests her cheek against his palm.] We'll convince everyone we're making meth and slaughtering virgins in the basement. Just like normal people.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We'll be the subject of all the local gossip. I mean, who cares about infamy and making the papers when the suburbanites are all talking about that plunging neckline and those five inch spiked pumps you wore to the neighborhood barbecue.

...Do they have those in Canada? Aw hell, I'll throw one just to get this country with the times, already. There'll be maple syrup on hand to help with the transition and everything.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I love you.

[She's laughing. Happy again. She kisses his palm then leans down to press their lips together.]

And all of a sudden? I'm not so tired anymore. [Another kiss.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know. [All Star Wars jokes from here on out are halted by kissing and growling and touching and Gabriel starting up his general teasing caress routine. A moment later, with a playful growl, he rolls over and takes her with him, pinning her and nibbling her neck and shoulders like it's going out of style, pausing to whisper lazily in her ear.]

And you'll never wear a scarf. Period. ... Look at that. I'm already used to this whole suburbia thing. You've domesticated me. [His tone is chastising, but the kisses down her collarbone and his hands under her shirt sure as hell aren't.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Well, this was quickly turning into a game of Jinx trying to keep herself quiet so she didn't wake up her roommates. A game she was doomed to fail at.]

Nnngh...sounds like I should get you a collar. With a--ah cute little tag. [Her hands are all over his shoulders and head. A growl escapes her.] Then I can tie you up. Mmmm. Get out the whip...

[Now she's just fantasizing.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He raises her shirt up by degrees so that he can kiss her stomach while one of his hands tangles in her bra, rolling his shoulders against her touch. Meanwhile, his other hand has a finger hooked around the corner of those spankies of hers and just teasingly stroking the skin underneath- just the innocent places, of course. Gabriel made up for using the same method all the damn time by being damn good at multitasking.]

Nngh. Make sure you leave the- [The sound he made as he made little bitemarks on her hips was something akin to a hungry growl]- windows open. [He paused a moment to look up, eyes holding true to the JUST SCREW FOREPLAY attitude he was starting to get when this situation came up.] And I want spikes on the collar.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[They had enough foreplay. They had months of foreplay before the first time they banged each others brains out. Sex didn't have some unwritten etiquette, right? Maybe all this teasing and touching was for people who had a hard time getting worked up. Because, seriously, all Gabriel had to do lately was look at her with those smoldering eyes of his and--fuck did she want him.]

Deal. [Jinx sat up the moment he paused and stripped her shirt away from her body. Followed by the bra. Then, aggressively, she pull her boyfriend up into a kiss. Soon after, one of her hands, not so innocently, dove right into the front of his boxers.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And that was all she wrote, really. Gabriel might as well have been trying to suck the soul out of her body with the way he was furiously mangling her lips with his own. His breath hitched against her, a little as her hand took that little journey (and she'd quickly find that it didn't take him very long to get worked up around her either), but he didn't let her have the only good grope of the moment. It might have taken some awkward adjusting, but he managed to get one hand laced in her hair, while the other worked her panties off so that he could get a hand between her thighs.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[They were less kissing and more mauling each other by this point. Their tongues were engaged in an epic battle for dominance and at least his mouth was muffling her moans well enough. Well, not for long. When that hand went between her thighs, she pulled away from his lips to try and catch her breath. A cry escaped her before she dove right back into that kiss. Loud enough to disturb the boys on the other side of the wall. She couldn't find herself caring. The girl squirmed to get her panties off the rest of the way, hips grinding down against his fingers, before she worked at pulling his boxers to his knees. Her hand grasped around his erection and started into a quick, yet steady, motion. The other hand seemed to have a mind of its own, going for her nightstand. She had nothing but bad ideas on the brain. Very bad ideas.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Like Gabriel's ideas were any better-oh, sorry, that would imply he was thinking as, like most men, his brain was currently centered around the area getting a full-on massage right now and you just don't think during those things. Verbalizing was impossible- he might as well have been communicating in tongue clicks and probably was and no one overhearing that would need a translator. Just something to cover their eyes and ears with.

She grinded, he hooked in a finger into her and just stroked. There was something ridiculously right in this kind of action- just getting each other off in a way that might look more perverse than sex, but was just fine by him and God, that girl knew how to twist his buttons just as well as he knew how to twist hers.

He bit her lip and held it gently in his teeth for a full second or two and then began to knead his finger harder into her, rocking back and forth with the movement of her hand on him, returning to kissing her as if he was smothering her moans with his mouth. What the hell her other hand was doing didn't occur to him.]