If you feel so empty, so used up, so let down

[bp_casey]

Setting: The Three Broomsticks, The Agency, On Mission, the south of France
Characters: Casey and Rosie
Summary: Summoned.

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[bp_rosmerta]

Rosie was aggitated, even while her aching feet were being rubbed which under normal circumstances would have her turned to mush. She could tell Casey was being harrassed and she didn't like how the agency handled and controlled them the way they did.

"Okay, that's enough," she said, kicking her foot free of the massaeur's hands. "Get Casey in here and tell is what you need us to do this time."

[bp_casey]

Casey was reluctantly untied, and he slid out through the last few strands of the rope. He shivered, as he rose to his feet. He didn't have to be told where Rose was, he just knew.

Opening the door. "It's so unfair, I get tied to a chair, and you get a foot rub," he said with a soft growl."

[bp_rosmerta]

"They clearly like me more than you," she teased, glad to be able to see him. She trusted the bond but her eyes gave her a better sense of reality. Rosie stepped out of the bath they had her soaking in and she slid on the soft terry robe that was offered. She pulled her hair out from the collar before wrapping herself and tying the robe closed. The lustful gaze she earned made her smile as she moved towards him.

[bp_casey]

When she was close enough for him to touch, he parted the lower half of the robe, but didn't untie it. His hands ran up her thighs, before he pulled her to sit on his leather covered lap.

"Well I suppose we just have to waste time, till they tell us to leave."