Mildly so.

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Who: Red and Church
What: Booty call
When: Like one AM. 11th
Where: Red’s place
Rating: R for Red. And for language. And probably adult content. >.>

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She really shouldn't be so 'glass half empty' about the whole thing. A very strong, tall, attractive man was coming over to her apartment, and she really shouldn't act like she didn't want what he was suggesting. Church knew she did, so there wasn't any point in hiding it! He remembered the way to her apartment and headed up the steps before stopping in front of the door, lifting a hand to knock three times.

He was wearing a pair of jeans and a jacket that had blood running over the front some, soaked into the collar. He hadn't changed his shirt since the day before, when Tex had shot him in the head.. he still had a little blood on the side of his neck, too, where he'd missed when he'd washed his face.

"I brought a twenty for your time!" Called in at the door, as he leaned a hand against it with a smirk.

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"Keep your money." Red pulled open the door and just stared at him, scanning him from head to toe. Appraising. She was always calculating their worth. Her hand came to rest against her jutting hip, other arm pressed against the frame of the open door. He was attractive. Very much so. Had they parted on better circumstances, she would have been more than happy to let him back into her home.

"Use it to buy yourself some new clothes." She gestured at the blood and scowled. Honestly, she was just hoping that it wasn't hers, because that was not a friendly or welcome reminder. "Honestly, I don't want any more blood in my house. Or dead people." Yes, she still remembered that last trick he pulled, and was not amused by it.

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He smirked a little when she opened the door, watching her as she scanned him over. "You know, we could make a good business out of you pimping me out. Get me a fun little leash and collar and all the pretty ladies in town can get fucked for fifty bucks. What do you think? I bet you'd like to drag me around with a leash.." He stepped forward, reaching out with a hand to touch under her chin, tilting it up to have a look at her.

"What happened to the sling? The big ugly broken jaw?" He slid rough fingers forward over her jaw then, curling slowly underneath it. "You better not be wearing that fucking lipstick again."

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"I'm a fast healer." The redhead gritted her teeth when his hand came close, expecting something different...but damn he was hot. And the image of him on a leash was...Well needless to say it made her forget about Barney for about a minute there, closing her eyes as that mirthful smirk ran its course.

His quip about the lipstick had her looking at him again, eyes holding their familiar sharpness.

"Why don't you find out?"

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"I don't know, maybe I want to flirt a little first?" He smirked again and lowered his hand so he could slide into the apartment past her, his chest brushing against her shoulder as he did so. He glanced at the couch, then towards the kitchen before turning to face her fully again.

"Or you could, you know, just suck my dick and wipe it all off."

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"Flirt." Great. She was never going to get rid of him. Red shut the door, and turned to face the man, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed beneath her chest. "Church, what do you expect from me? I mean, do you really think I'm that stupid? No -- " Red lifted a hand. "Don't answer that. We are not playing this game by your rules."

Red hated to lose. She hated it when something was not in her express control. And she hated when someone tried to push her into an unfamiliar game. People usually weren't so...forthright.

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"Yeah, flirting. You know, that thing that comes before foreplay? After I deem you attractive enough to fuck?" He glanced back at the kitchen again, remembering where her pills had been when he'd stolen them, and it made him smirk again. Yeah, that'd been interesting. It'd also ended with Tex shooting him. And she'd just recently shot him again.. which was the reason he was even here at all.

He was a spiteful bastard, sometimes.

"I'm not trying to make any rules, tomato juice." The nickname made his brows lift some. "And I'm not trying to play a game." Didn't mean he wasn't playing a game, though. "Would you prefer the couch, the floor, kitchen counter, wall, or a bed?"

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Attractive enough to -- ! Red about sputtered. She was attractive. She was totally attractive. And she wanted to kick him out of her house and tell him never to come back, but ... well, there was some sick reason for which girls went for the abusive ones. The only reason she was even here was because of Barney and his -- no one said those kinds of things to her. She hated how much she cared.

"Depends on what you're asking for, isn't it?" She shoved off the door a little, sliding past him and farther into the apartment, her hip leaning against a couch. "You know, if it's foreplay you're looking for, I could recite you some lovely Bible verses, preacher-man."

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"Are we really going to go and get caught up in this metaphor again?" He turned his head to watch her as she passed by, eyes lowering to look over her from behind, but lifted up to her face when she looked at him again. "Well, I guess I don't mind. When God created me in his image, he messed up a little, because I've got a third leg. Want to see it?"

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"No, no." She rolled her eyes and pushed from the couch, rolling her formerly-injured shoulder experimentally before facing him. "You're doing it all wrong. No finesse." Her thumbs caught in the belt-loops of her pants and she looked up at him with that open, innocent-like "Clara" expression. "You have to know your bible -- not just the bad innuendo."

She took step after little step toward him, then, sweet in that "come-fuck-me" kind of way. (But that's what she aimed for.) "And the woman shall open to the man, as the furrow to the plow...and he shall work in her, in and again...'til she bring him to his fall, and rest him then upon the sweat of her breast." She kept up those little steps until she was so close. So close he could smell the jasmine shampoo. (Not Lavender. She wouldn't use Lavender again.)

"It's ecclesiastical -- we are to become one." Her long fingers reached up to rest lightly in the center of his chest as she looked up at him through her lashes. She'd practiced that routine well.

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She got his attention when she got up off of the couch and he looked down at her hands as she stuck her thumbs through the belt loops, slowly glancing back up over her as she began to walk towards him. Yeah. She was definitely fuckable. The way she walked -- Tex never did anything like that. She'd never tried to seduce him before... that wasn't exactly what Saffron was doing, but it was similar

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The innocent little smile slipped achingly into something far more sinister. Something far more along the lines of "Red" than "Saffron" or "Clara." Though she did love those little personalities, even if they weren't hers to begin with -- but she made them such. She made them hers. The closer Church came, the more triumphant she felt. Maybe it wouldn't be that difficult to win after all, and that was surprising. Red was used to all those silly little power games she and Barney played --

No. Stop thinking about him. Focus on the gorgeous, dangerous man that you've got wrapped around your finger with those naughty naughty Bible verses. (Were they even in the Bible? Red didn't care.)

Drumming her fingers in a slow rhythm against his chest, she allowed him to press her close, laughing in the back of her throat at his remark. "Even sinners need someone to love them...and touch them...and you don't have much of a problem with sinning, I take."

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It didn't matter if they were in the Bible or not.. it'd been the way she'd said them, the way she'd claimed them that had drug Church in. And this time, there wasn't going to be any Tex coming in and pulling him off of her. Or.. you know, shooting her. And him. Again. He didn't care if she thought she was winning, because he was certain she thought she was. She just didn't know what game he was playing.

"I'm a sinner extraordinaire." Breathed out near her lips, blue eyes lowering down between them. His hands slid from her hips over her ass, fingers curling to take two firm handfuls, jerking her hips forward so they were more snugly pressed into his. "I'm not usually selfish in the sack, but I might make a special exception for you."

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They were both just using one another for their own means. For substitution, for forgetting. Both equally unimportant as Red was winning and that made her very, very happy. "Not selfish?" She laughed quietly and rolled her eyes, enjoying herself probably more than she should have been. "I find that hard to believe, considering you, preacher-man." Church didn't exactly seem like the giving sort.

"So what do you think?" She pressed soft mouth chastely against his cheek, but let it linger there a moment. "Do you want to risk it? Do you want to see for yourself if I'm still poison? Should I take bets?"

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She had the advantage. She knew that Church was using her as a replacement - he hadn't come out and said it, but she had a brain between her ears. Tex had claimed him as her property, and Saffron had to have figured that Church had only brought her home to make the other woman jealous. Because that's exactly what he had done. He hadn't thought it would end with either of them getting shot.. but things happened! He didn't feel badly about it in the least, and she didn't seem to be harboring very many hard feelings either, as it seemed

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Of course Church was using her as replacement. A Better replacement, Red thought to herself as his hands snaked their way against her bare skin. She was far prettier than Tex. And far more desirable. (So she claimed.) Church was lucky.

When he pressed her into that kiss, she couldn't help but grin against it. Yeah. He wanted her. Wanted her badly enough that he proved himself willing to risk another possible knockout. She could have done it too -- knocked him out and taken his stuff, but didn't for a variety of very sensible reasons. Mainly, she couldn't risk him tattling on her to Tex when he came to, because she didn't want any more bulletholes.

And partly, of course, she was curious what he'd be like in bed. So she kissed back fiercely, holding herself flush against him while both hands worked their way into his hair.