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[orangetoughguy]

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Oh she bites. Biting is nice. At least it makes his fingertips travel back down to her waist and oh, Natasha, oh.]

...... [Leaning back just enough to breathe. Um. Clearly he forgot why he told her to wait.] .....

[saidrepent]

[Honestly, Raymond isn't sure which is angering him more: the fact that he's been cut off prematurely once again, or — more likely — the fact that, once again, he's let himself succumb wholesale to this goddamn curse.

If any of that anger shows, though, it only shows slightly. He leans back against the wall to catch his breath, straightens out his coat and hopefully conceals his front, and eyes him.]

You do that.

[orangetoughguy]

[RAYMOND HOW ARE YOU SO UNFLAPPABLE?

Orange is going to preserve his dignity by not looking down south. Ahem. He clears his throat, combs his fingers through his hair a bit, then he's on his way. Casually first. Then briskly.]

[saidrepent]

[Several decades' worth of practice helps.

Ray watches him go before doing much the same, smoothing his hair out and stalking off. May God preserve whoever crosses his path next.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Who cares about where those cigarettes went. Freddy's circling his arms around this guy's waist now before one hand wanders up to thread into his darker hair...then pull his head back so he can wet the guy's throat.]

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

[His fingers wind in Freddy's hair and tighten - not painfully but enough to be just a touch of sensation, and extra point of feeling, and a credit card couldn't fit between them.]

[duplicities]

[ and natasha just looks back at him. ]

Is there anything else you need?

[orangetoughguy]

No...

[Orange replies sheepishly before reaching out to at least help straighten her clothing. Dust dust. Smooth smooth. There we go.]

...Have a nice day.

[orangetoughguy]

[This guy is good. Real good. He considers asking for his name and number, he might be just the guy they're looking for in terms of a third party. Freddy's feeling very warm under the collar and he's got their hips meeting dangerously close.]

[duplicities]

Thank you.

[ what in the world just happened here... ]

[totallyinaband]

[If you figure it out, please yet him know.]

Yeah, I have to get to... work.

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

[Tom tips his head, pulling on Freddy's slightly so their mouths can meet again, and teeth scrape this time, slightly, the kiss a little more aggressive. He tugs on Freddy's bottom lip before he breaks apart with a huff, and a grin.]

Nice to meet you, too.

Exactly.

[deadly_legacy]

[Yes, it surprised her at first, but it's not the first time she's tasted that today. And he is a better kisser than some of them.]

Ah...I do. It's natural. [Sometimes people ask. And she doesn't seem to question the hands, nor is she moving much just yet.]

[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

[Off-work for some people.

Guess who's patrolling the streets, though. You only get three guesses, except the first two don't count.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh no it's you. He kind of wants to hide his face as they near crossing paths but that would be too obvious, so Orange shifts his focus to some guy selling hot dogs. Yep. Real interesting.]

[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

[Even if she wasn't a werewolf, she could smell how obvious you were right now, Orange. She's just going to continue patrolling, while trying not to laugh at you.]