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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 21:27:04 GMT -5
*Watching him slip his black t-shirt over his head and pull it down over the top of his leathers she smiled and leave against the wall in their large walk-in closet.* So, who are you patrolling with tonight Nallum?
*walked up behind him and picked up one of his daggers that was laying on the dresser and weighed it in her hand*
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 21:40:57 GMT -5
Picking up his boots, he sat in a chair and pulled them on. "Qhuinn and John. Should make for an interesting patrol. What are you doing tonight, sweetheart?" He started lacing up his shitkickers while watching her play with the dagger.
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 21:45:37 GMT -5
*Shrugged* Oh you know..work at SafePlace, I'll play some ring around the rosey...maybe a few games of twister with the young, and then some paper work.
*she tossed the dagger from one hand to the other* You think I could ever learn to use these. They are just so...well, they are not ugly...but they aren't pretty either. *looked at the dagger with a frown*
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:00:45 GMT -5
Standing, he walked over to her. "Weapons people actually use aren't meant to be pretty, baby. They're utilitarian, I guess you could say. They do their job and little else." He strapped on his special holster for the daggers and slid the other one into its place. For now, she could hold onto one of them. "We taught you how to use daggers a little, remember, but I know we haven't worked on it in awhile. We could, if you want. I could train you a bit with the weapons."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:06:02 GMT -5
Yes, I remember. *frowned* I didn't really like the dagger all that much, but we could train more though. *she slid the dagger into the other side of his holster with a grin.* Although we usually don't end up getting much training done. *eyed him with a grin* I wonder why that is? We always start in the Training Center, but for some reason end up back here....
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:15:14 GMT -5
He grinned and put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. "I think its because you drive me to distraction when you're all sweaty and weilding a dagger. Its really hot and you know how well I concentrate when you're all sexy. Which, come to think of it, would explain why I'm never focused on anything else but you when you're within a 20 mile radius."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:21:52 GMT -5
*THought about that for a moment* Well, hmmm....maybe I should try harder to not be so distracting. I've heard of these items that are rather comfortable...flannel pajamas. If you know I am wearing those you will not be so easily distracted. *she grinned and gave him a wink*
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:27:12 GMT -5
His eyes widened and he faked some fear for her. Letting go of her hips, he put his hands up and took a step back. "Anything but that. I promise I'll behave, but don't do that. Please." He gave her his best puppy dog eyes.
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:30:05 GMT -5
*Tried to keep from smiling at his wide eyes and puppy pout* But you said...that you were easily distracted, and knowing I'm at home...alone, naked in bed...probably makes it five times worse. Oh..maybe I could get the ones I saw with the zipper and the feet in them. *held her hands out* See, problem solved. *turned to walk out to the bedroom* I'll have Fritz order some tomorrow *she said as she picked up the phone to dial the doggen*
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:38:31 GMT -5
He stared after her and then raced for the phone. Snatching it from her hand, he gave her a pleading look. "Come on, baby, don't do that. You're so mean to me, torturing me like this." He set the phone down and pulled her into his arms before she could grab it. Nuzzling her neck, he smiled against her skin. "You don't really want to hide under flannel, do you? You like it when I'm all distracted."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:41:55 GMT -5
*She sighed and somewhat melted in his arms* Flannel is kind of itchy. I'm used to fine silks and satin sheets. My delicate skin would probably not take well to such torture right? *he nodded against her neck* Ok...ok..you win, no flannel. But know that when you are not here and I've gotten into bed that I am completely naked, and if you are distracted by that thought...I am not at fault because you were given a fair chance to do something about it, and you chose otherwise. *she grinned and ran her fingers in his hair*
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 22:48:34 GMT -5
He groaned against her neck, dropping his head to her shoulder. "I'm seriously considering calling in sick now. Do you think Tohr would let me get away with it?" He chuckled and lifted his head. "Spending the whole night and next day in bed with you sounds so much better than trolling the streets looking for lessers. At least I have that beautiful picture in my head of you naked in bed, waiting for me."
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Post by Marissa O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 23:02:59 GMT -5
*she laughed* I don't think Tohr would let that fly Nallum.. *held his face in her palms and kissed his lips* Alright my love, you need to be going...I need to be going. I will be here when you return...and I promise no flannel.
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Post by Butch O'Neal on Sept 19, 2012 23:06:57 GMT -5
He kissed her again, going deep and drawing it out. When he finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead on hers. "This night cannot go fast enough." He gave her another kiss and then pulled away. "Alright, baby, time to go." Kissing her brow, he turned and went for the front door. "Love you, sweetheart."
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