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]

[Contemplating how to get her panties off in this position, halfway done unbuckling his belt, Jinx pulled away from the angel enough to talk.]

What if we get caught~?

[She sounds more excited about it than worried.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

They better get used to it. We're soon-to-be porn stars now. Call it rehearsal. [He didn't miss a beat before he kicked off his boots and detangled himself enough from her so the clothing optional portion of this could become a little more optional while he concentrated on turning the little indention on base of her throat into one massive bruise, sucking and biting as fervently as he could without breaking the delicate skin.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Usually, her shirt is the first thing to go, but she's slower about that. Maybe she should rethink this? Oh, to hell with it. She gets his pants undone and pulls him out through the fabric of his boxers. Fondling him, she leans over and growls against the archangel's ear.]

In the mood for taking a little...control? Because I think I wanna be bent over...

[And that way, he only has to yank down her leggings and see her back.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel's response is a low hum of pleasure at the groping, almost completely ignoring Jinx's hesitation, because, really, the blood can only rush to one place and it's not his brain.]

Is it Christmas again, already? [His tone is teasing, but he still captures her lips in a kiss that's more mouth-molestation than anything, growling slightly, to show he's more than happy to take the dominance up a little, and moves his hand down to her back to start working at her leggings. If they manage to stay in one piece, it'll be a miracle.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[That whole submission thing? Barely lasts a few seconds before she begins dominating the kiss, growling much more than slightly against his mouth. She has to forcibly restrain her claws as he tugs at her leggings.

Oh. Right. Pinning him to the ground and having at him is not what she suggested. It takes a lot of will power to pull away and flip herself around. She presses her back against his torso, straddling him. Her hand fists in his hair and she urges his mouth against her neck. She lays her head back against his shoulder, chewing at her bottom lip.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Whatever Father who used to art in Heaven would be so disappointed in him for using his angelic powers to gain access to lube, but he couldn't have cared less. For a moment, there was just the sensation and pressure of his fingers preparing her and then nothing but the sensation of pushing himself into her, not quite deep yet, but enough to illict a reaction, arms wrapping around her, lips and teeth pressed against her neck and shoulder. He draws back slightly and then again, biting her neck a bit harder and following the roughness up by gently stroking her tender breasts, circling the nipple with the tip of a finger. The beautiful thing about Gabriel was he made it all look so easy, no matter what it was.]