Buboes Pestis (
apoxuponyou) wrote2009-09-07 05:08 pm
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Playing with Fire. RP for
raindownsulphur
Pestilence took advantage of the long weekend to go on holiday. She'd never really needed an excuse to do whatever she wanted, but she figured this gave her the opportunity to decorate her office and talk about something at work. It worried her how naturalised she was becoming to humanity.
If she distracted herself enough, she could ignore the strange feelings she was experiencing. The entirely unreasonable craving for the snow, for example. So she decided to banish it with scorching temperatures.
Lying on a private beach in Cuba, she was wearing her red string bikini - she thought the white pattern of ovals resembled a colony of bacilli - and sipping on a Pina Colada.
This was the perfect place to forget about Loki.
If she distracted herself enough, she could ignore the strange feelings she was experiencing. The entirely unreasonable craving for the snow, for example. So she decided to banish it with scorching temperatures.
Lying on a private beach in Cuba, she was wearing her red string bikini - she thought the white pattern of ovals resembled a colony of bacilli - and sipping on a Pina Colada.
This was the perfect place to forget about Loki.
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"Bravo," she said, deadpan.
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"I take it that was not what was meant to happen."
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"...thanks."
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"Looking good." He teased with a snigger and looked at the now steaming hut. He made a mental note to come back and fix it when he didn't have to leave.
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But first, she had an angel to deal with.
"You," she prodded him in the chest. "Are a nuisance. I should throw you off my beach."
Yet her hand rested on his chest, and she didn't seem like she wanted him to leave at all.
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She laid her hand flat on his chest, her other hand idly finding his and linking their fingers.
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She's not letting him escape this time.
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She needed him.
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Sighing he broke the kiss and let his head drop back into the sand in annoyance.
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"Ignore it..."
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"And not the good kind." He felt the need to point out before her smart mouth got their first.
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"I'm sure you're already in trouble for...something, feathers."
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"See you later." He mumbled, unsure if this was just someone's way of saying whatever they had was never going to happen.
Launching himself up into the sky, he dressed in the air, sliding his shirt and armour back on with less difficulty airborne than one would imagine.