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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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[saidrepent]

[He can't hold back a surprised noise at that, and it causes him to automatically jerk his hips up—

Oh. Oh.

Some part of Ray's mind is still perfectly aware that he's under the effects of the curse, that this sort of response is perfectly irrational and it would be highly in his best interests to shrug it off and walk away — but that small part is largely drowned out by the continued urge to get Orange as close to him as possible. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's completely fucked now, isn't he.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That's exactly what he wants, Raymond. Keep doing that because Orange is repeating the motion and moving his own hips, kind of sort of simulating how fucked he would be if his jeans were open. Yep. Now he's pulling his mouth off Raymond's only to tighten his lips at the underside of his jaw. For an uptight old man cop this guy's not so bad, Orange thinks maybe this'll loosen him up.

Also WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?]

[saidrepent]

[Oh, good god. Raymond's head is rolling back with a guttural groan before he can think to bite his lip, and it takes all he has to stop himself from moving like that as well. He can't let this go on, not like this.]

Maybe we should...take this somewhere private.

[Which isn't what he meant at all. What he thinks he meant, anyway. What he wanted to mean. Fuck, fuck.]

[orangetoughguy]

Down the street? [Like an alley. Whoa wait. Uh. Mr. Orange, you're taken, and not by this guy. He swallows.] I gotta go.

[Hands off. Taking a step back. Look at Orange's face all red and just...screaming just bail, man, just get the fuck outta there.]

[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.]