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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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[At this rate, she was going to fall asleep with that grin on her face. Gabriel wouldn't lie to her about this just because, which meant that she just rocked his immortal world. And that? Was pretty damn cool.]

Mmmm...there's a lot more where that came from. [A statement made much less seduce when it included a yawn.] Don't sell yourself short, 'briel. You make me squeal like a schoolgirl.

[She ran her hand lazily down his side. Each word in her next sentence was enunciated sharply.] We. Are. Perfect.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Lip service? Not Gabriel's strong suit and he could probably make sex critiques sound like sweet nothings, but Jinx had that something extra- she wasn't a goddess and that in itself made every bit of gall and initiative and domineering action she took in bed fascinating and unbelievably hot. Women who knew he wasn't human tended to tread gently instead of pushing him to his limits, scared of incurring divine wrath. Jinx threw it out the window. There were some instances where Gabriel expected people to not try and top him- sex wasn't one of them. Sex wasn't fun if it wasn't surprising, challenging, and a little dangerous.]

I was getting to me. [He was practically preening.] Almost wish I had the videotape for that one. Should I put mirrors on the ceiling so you can watch next time? Bars on the headboard? The whole nine yards. Maybe we'll get a dungeon. I bet there's one we can rent out... Or steal from AGI.

[He trailed off, laughing and kissed her forehead.] If we get any more perfect? We're gonna have to make like Thelma and Louise. I'll provide the cliff.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx was fairly convinced she should have died over a decade ago, which meant that she lived like she was on borrowed time. Why waste it with silly things like self preservation and being afraid of things bigger than you? Okay, maybe not the smartest way to live, but it sure made her fun. In her mind, there was no reason not to throw Gabriel down and have her way with him. They were friends, he was her lover, hers, and she didn't view him as above her in any way. They were on the same raunchy, crazy, emotionally fucked, codependent, amazingly fun level. Snuggling with her own personal archangel, she purred in that half asleep sort of way.]

Let's make a sex tape. Multiple sex tapes. With all of that. Including the cliff. We'll get real kinky...make what I just did look vanilla. [She yawned loudly, then mumbled something about mustache rides.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Okay, but you have to be Louise. I look better with curls. [He kisses her forehead and drapes a leg over her legs, pressing his thigh against hers as if he's locking himself in place around her.] We'll be the first idiots in the world to win a Best Special Effects award for a sex tape. [Another kiss, on the nose this time and he took to toying with her hair absently, soothing her into sleep.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Was she complaining about her Gabriel blanket? Nope. Jinx obviously was enjoying this pampering. Sometimes, it was hard having a boyfriend who didn't need to sleep. Other times, it was the best thing ever. He could pay attention to her like this all night, if he wanted.]

I wanna make George Lucas proud. We'll give everyone a special screening at our wedding. It'll be great.