RP LOG | Coitus Interruptus (with agentfraser)
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Ali pushed her messed up bed hair off her face and rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she unlocked the apartment door. She was adorned in nothing but one of Andrew's t-shirts and her cow slippers, but didn't give a flying toss. She smiled sleepily when she saw James cradling the baby capsule with her daughter bundled up inside it. She reached over and patted his cheek. "Look at you," she said, her voice husky from sleep. He was the epitome of an FBI Special Agent. Immaculate black suit, white shirt, black tie, blond hair style in that messy trendy look he managed with a bit of product, dark sunglasses on his head. James was back, and this was like the sprinkles on top of the icing on the cake. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Welcome back, Jimbo. Scared?"
"Absolutely shitting myself," James confirmed with a smirk. "She was still out like a light when I got up. I didn't want to disturb her too much, so I just changed her nappy and wrapped her back up in the capsule. It's not that I'm a lazy bastard. I would have changed her jammies and things, but she looked so cute and comfortable. I didn't know if she was going to be like me and turn into devil spawn if she got woken too early. But nappy was just wet and I put that powdery stuff on." He went in and set the capsule down on the coffee table and unhooked the baby bag to drop it on the floor. It was only when he turned back around that he spotted the purple cast on Ali's arm. "What the fuck?!" he cried with a point for emphasis.
Ali waved her good hand. "Shhhhhh! Sunshine is like you. Sleeps like a log, but gets cranky when you wake her. I'll just put her to bed and she'll probably be down another good two hours. But I don't want you waking Andrew! He's on nightshift tonight so I want him to be able to have a long sleep-in." He lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she went over to check on Jamie in the capsule. "This gives a whole new meaning to 'getting pounded'."
"What did he do, slam you into a door?! I knew you were kinky, but not that fucked up!" James said indignatly.
Ali snorted, shooting him a look of amusement over her should. "Like you can talk, Mr Sex on a speed boat. This sex injury is your fault, you know. The cheap patio furniture you bought just wasn't strong enough to withstand my fiance's awesome piece of paramedic penis."
James whipped around to catch sight of his old picnic table collapsed in a heap on the balcony. He had to blink for a few moments in disbelief. "I paid three grand for that! I think the manufacturers intended it to be used for barbeques not as a buffet for paramedic man meat!" he cried. He turned back to her, gesturing with his hand. "Are you really telling me that your paramedic, who comes across more polite than Prince William in a Tampax commercial, did that doing you on my prized picnic table? I didn't peg him for being into anything more than the missionary position with free Kleenex clean up upon withdrawal."
"Don't be such bitch, Jimbo. Diva doesn't suit you. You're just jealous that he doesn't need bells and whistles to get the job done. You know what they say about the shy types..." Ali grinned deviously at him. "They're cougars in the sack, or on picnic tables as the present case may be. Do you really think I would be with someone who uses Kleenex to clean me up? He's much more creative than that."
James shook his head in awe. The power of underestimation had just firmly bitten him in the arse. Ali had every right to be smug. He suddenly had a whole new appreciation for the paramedic, and maybe even a twinge of jealousy. He was like a silent sex assassin. James found himself glancing back out at the ruined table with a laugh. When he looked back at her, he was similing affectionately. "So, you've really finally met your match, huh? For real this time?"
Ali smiled back him and nodded. "For real, Jimbo. He makes me feel alive again. You're not the only one who's come back from the dead. Resurrections all around."
"Welcome back, Al," James murmured, mirroring her earlier words. "Scared?"
"Absolutely shitting myself," Ali returned, her eyes shining.
Ali pushed her messed up bed hair off her face and rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she unlocked the apartment door. She was adorned in nothing but one of Andrew's t-shirts and her cow slippers, but didn't give a flying toss. She smiled sleepily when she saw James cradling the baby capsule with her daughter bundled up inside it. She reached over and patted his cheek. "Look at you," she said, her voice husky from sleep. He was the epitome of an FBI Special Agent. Immaculate black suit, white shirt, black tie, blond hair style in that messy trendy look he managed with a bit of product, dark sunglasses on his head. James was back, and this was like the sprinkles on top of the icing on the cake. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Welcome back, Jimbo. Scared?"
"Absolutely shitting myself," James confirmed with a smirk. "She was still out like a light when I got up. I didn't want to disturb her too much, so I just changed her nappy and wrapped her back up in the capsule. It's not that I'm a lazy bastard. I would have changed her jammies and things, but she looked so cute and comfortable. I didn't know if she was going to be like me and turn into devil spawn if she got woken too early. But nappy was just wet and I put that powdery stuff on." He went in and set the capsule down on the coffee table and unhooked the baby bag to drop it on the floor. It was only when he turned back around that he spotted the purple cast on Ali's arm. "What the fuck?!" he cried with a point for emphasis.
Ali waved her good hand. "Shhhhhh! Sunshine is like you. Sleeps like a log, but gets cranky when you wake her. I'll just put her to bed and she'll probably be down another good two hours. But I don't want you waking Andrew! He's on nightshift tonight so I want him to be able to have a long sleep-in." He lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she went over to check on Jamie in the capsule. "This gives a whole new meaning to 'getting pounded'."
"What did he do, slam you into a door?! I knew you were kinky, but not that fucked up!" James said indignatly.
Ali snorted, shooting him a look of amusement over her should. "Like you can talk, Mr Sex on a speed boat. This sex injury is your fault, you know. The cheap patio furniture you bought just wasn't strong enough to withstand my fiance's awesome piece of paramedic penis."
James whipped around to catch sight of his old picnic table collapsed in a heap on the balcony. He had to blink for a few moments in disbelief. "I paid three grand for that! I think the manufacturers intended it to be used for barbeques not as a buffet for paramedic man meat!" he cried. He turned back to her, gesturing with his hand. "Are you really telling me that your paramedic, who comes across more polite than Prince William in a Tampax commercial, did that doing you on my prized picnic table? I didn't peg him for being into anything more than the missionary position with free Kleenex clean up upon withdrawal."
"Don't be such bitch, Jimbo. Diva doesn't suit you. You're just jealous that he doesn't need bells and whistles to get the job done. You know what they say about the shy types..." Ali grinned deviously at him. "They're cougars in the sack, or on picnic tables as the present case may be. Do you really think I would be with someone who uses Kleenex to clean me up? He's much more creative than that."
James shook his head in awe. The power of underestimation had just firmly bitten him in the arse. Ali had every right to be smug. He suddenly had a whole new appreciation for the paramedic, and maybe even a twinge of jealousy. He was like a silent sex assassin. James found himself glancing back out at the ruined table with a laugh. When he looked back at her, he was similing affectionately. "So, you've really finally met your match, huh? For real this time?"
Ali smiled back him and nodded. "For real, Jimbo. He makes me feel alive again. You're not the only one who's come back from the dead. Resurrections all around."
"Welcome back, Al," James murmured, mirroring her earlier words. "Scared?"
"Absolutely shitting myself," Ali returned, her eyes shining.