[Emma held the tray of lasanga gingerly, even though her hands were protected by the oven mitts. It smelled great, loked good, probably would taste like heaven, and she wasn't eating it alone. There were two places set at her modest kitchen table tonight, and she knew exactly who'd be sitting at the other one.]

[Putting the mitts by the sink, she ( Read more... )

[No Tobias today.]

[Just EVA in the gym; doing some extensive physical training. He wears nothing but a loose pair of brown pajama-bottoms as he attacks a punching bag; thinking deeply over his progress in The Nexus thus far.]

[The date with Raikov proved to be useful after all. Everything went smoothily. The intercourse wasn't bad- a lot better ( Read more... )

[Tobias slowly exhales; holding several bottles of wine, and the hardest vodka he could find in his arms. It may seem like overkill, but better safe than sorry. Who knows how much Toby's "date" will be able to hold his liquor, after all. The goal here is to get the Russian completely plastered; loosening his lips by any means necessary. Maybe then ( Read more... )

[EVA has been a rather busy guy- As has Tobias.]

[Soon after coming to The Nexus, the spy has gotten a few radio contacts for intel on the building, a " date" for intel on the latest technology, a semi-shared room with Volgin (for now), and a job as Raikov's secretary. This place is certainly... interesting.]

[It wasn't so bad at first, but lately ( Read more... )

[A blonde man stands in a certain room of the Nexus with the door unknowingly ajar. His jumpsuit hangs half-off of his body, resting around his waist.]

[Of all the people that EVA has had to 'charm' in the past, his current target is certainly the least favorable. He has bags under his eyes due to a lack of sleep, several new scars along his torso, ( Read more... )