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Subject: †.Heaven.Sent.†


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Nevaeh
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Date Posted: 08/16/11 11:16:43pm
In reply to: Seth 's message, "..}Blue Eyed Devil{.." on 08/16/11 10:32:38pm






Wonderful. Thought she was a confident woman, secure in her abilities on the job...knowing she was up against Memphis' expectation that she might be able to help save them was goddamn daunting. "Great." She muttered. She watched as he popped open the beer, and took it from him gratefully. "Thank you." She murmured before taking a healthy swig. When had a brew ever tasted that good? In the mood she was in, it was likely they'd go down too easy.

The paranoia was rubbing off on her too, it seemed...and she'd not even been here a day! She fidgeted with her bottle as she listened to him speak about how he'd acquired his job, sipping from it deeply just before he finished. "It is fishy sounding. Even if it isn't the same guys...I agree that there's gotta be someone behind the scenes. One stolen car by a brazen kid doesn't sound like enough to get the whole damn government in an uproar." Not to mention, a decade had gone by. Enough time that her brother's friends wouldn't likely be top priority anymore.

She smiled softly as he spoke of providing the children with a decent male figure in their lives. Did he know how utterly selfless and sweet that was? Those kids, wives...girlfriends...they'd all gone through hell. But it sounded like the support system they'd had was ironclad. "Like it or not...it was a noble thing to do. My father was a rich, pompous ass who cared for nothing more than himself and his own personal gain. I didn't think I could loathe him more, until now." Even if Stanley had never been his obligation, how could that old man have let kin of his daughter's suffer that way? Not surprising, she supposed...her mother had been nothing more to him than a night of release. She very nearly shuddered in disgust.

She was again affected by the feel of his calloused skin over her own soft flesh. When she embraced him, though she could feel him tense up some, she found that the heavy weight of his muscled arms felt utterly safe and more than just a little good. He looked surprised when she backed away, and it occurred to her that he must be thinking she was off her rocker..or in hysterics..by the way she was acting. She'd been all but throwing herself at him until this had all came up...and then she'd clammed up completely. Withdrawn to try to process the information she'd gained, and to try to nurse her perceived wounded ego.

It was her turn to look confused when he snorted laughter at her. That confusion faded to amusement as she watched him fumble over his words. A sly grin began to play on her lips the deeper he dug himself, and she had to bite her tongue to avoid a chuckle when he finally gave up. He ran his hand through his hair again, an action that was quickly becoming an endearing quality of his to her, and she moved just a whisper closer. "I'd say that because...because of what my brother has inadvertently gotten you into." Her voice was silken and soft. "My association with that..." She paused, closing the minimal distance between them, fitting herself into the hard plane of his body again. One hand reached to rest on his cheek in an attempt to catch his gaze. "I guess it doesn't matter. I guess...what I mean...is.." She could have explained, she supposed. Could have flat out told him he stirred her senses like crazy. Could have mentioned she'd been all but fantasizing about him from the second she'd sauntered over to him. Instead, she showed ...up on her tippy toes again, but this time with her lips pressed to his.



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It makes me wanna take a back road
Makes me wanna take the long way home
Put a little gravel in my travel
Unwind, unravel all night long
Makes me wanna grab my honey
Tear down some two-lane country
Who knows..
Get lost and get right with my soul




†2010 Dodge Challenger†
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