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[ltmuldoon]

The room is hot and sticky, and it's made worse by the fact that they lost. They fucking Lost.. To the left, the tribunal gets up to leave quietly, casting anxious glances at Wray. Corporal Steven Louis had painted a picture of a monster in human skin, a creature of darkness

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[ltmuldoon]

Kirk ran a hand through his hair and did his best not to look at Cherry's legs, motioning for Wray to follow him, "...This ain't fucking over. We're going to appeal. I promise you."

He straightened his tie, "Wray, this story's full of holes man. Why aren't you fighting this?"

[elwray]

He could hear her feisty voice from all the way down the hall and that made him smile. He'd like it when she got mad, that angered voice of hers was arousing, and even more when she'd said the word fuck. And those legs of hers in that fitting suit... he almost forgot why he was in this room in the first place.

"I told you what happened, told everyone in that room, but they're just not going to let me slide because I assaulted the first Lieutenant when I refused to take an order," he paused, "you screw with the military and they screw with you, only they make sure to keep theirs in longer."

[uselesstalent12]

Cherry struggled to keep composed; rationalizing that it was far safer to court her anger than her grief, besides she knew how Wray loved it when she when hot and bothered. Damn near broke the bed.

"Brought you a lil something," she smiled devilishly and ran those silky fingers through that mane of his- cropped but just a little long than standard issue- giving her man a tantalizing view of her breasts; he looked good in a tie but even better in his jacket. She had toted the dark thing in her arm from the bedpost to the court house, and Cherry would have given it to him (for good luck, although she'd never admit it aloud) prior to the trial, but damn the man if they hadn't screwed them both over today.

"Mmm, an orgy with no end in site," she gave a ghost of a smirk. Cherry's luscious red red lips thinned. She was less than gun-ho, a sinking feeling worming in her gut, but she remained firm in her resolve to stand by her man. "What's the fuckin' plan?" She wouldn't let him give up.

[ltmuldoon]

Kirk swallowed. Damn she's hot. how the hell'd Wray get so lucky? Even in High School he'd been the one who'd always have the cheerleader beautiful on his arm while Kirk was stuck with the math geek. Not to complain. He'd married Ruby in the end, but all the same-

Kirk pointed, "We're going to appeal. I promise you that all right? I'll get started on the paperwork, but for right now-"

Across the room a door opened, revealing two MPs who looked severely disgusted with themselves. Approaching cautiously, they nodded to Wray, snapping him a crisp salute each.

"....Lt. Sir, We're taking you into Custody."

The younger of the two stared at Cherry, stammering, "..S-s-sorry."

[elwray]

It wasn't the jacket that had pleased him, but it still meant a lot to him that she'd thought so generously to bring it. He grabbed her gently by the waist and set her in his lap. "The plan is to find an empty room," he teased and knew that their fantasy would never come true. And Kirk wasn't invited.

Even though he knew the appeal was worthless in the end, he let his lawyer, his friend, go through with it. Severely disappointed when the MP's had come into the room, he'd wished that his bonita had come sooner, or at least given him more time. Ironic that they'd worked so quickly in arresting Wray when they were slow with the other things.

"Just give me a couple more minutes," he stared at them once their salutes were acknowledged.

[uselesstalent12]

"Mm," she nearly purred, delighted with her perfect seat and propped one leg atop the other, arms enfolded around his neck. A throwback image to a simpler and more risque time. A cocked brow and devilish smile, Cherry gave his tie a little playful tug, "Or closet."

But their reverie was shattered with the all-too-official approach of the MPs. Cherry eyes widened, and as sharply narrowed, in seething anger threatening to boil over and inspire a shoe on those perfect legs to find a home up lodge securely an MP's ass. Course, that would leave the other bastard - and she'd be damned if she didn't love these heels...

"Wray," she plead, her fingers stroking the dark soft hair on the back of his neck, hoping to soothe the tension in the air. If she held on then life wouldn't come end. She stared expectantly at the mouthpeice, "Do something."

[ltmuldoon]

The man who approaches now looks several years older. It's a long way from the jungle. He didn't want to do this. Not by a long shot.

Today he's in his uniform with his medals of distinction pinned across his chest, including one for the most recent attack-the one that put the man sitting with that beautiful woman-behind bars.

Muldoon coughs, "....Ma'am, the bus is leaving in a few minutes. He has to be on it."

His tone says, I'd give you more time if I could.

The MP's exchanged nervous glances before Wray stood slowly, unwilling to leave his palomita's warmth for even a moment. Leaning close to her ear, he whispers, "Wait for me baby."

Before kissing her. It's a good kiss. The MP's exchange approving glances as Muldoon's stomach sinks deeper and deeper into despair.

He finally stands and smirks at his former commander before snapping him a crisp salute.

Reserved. Calm. That's El Wray. That's the king.

The courtroom begins to empty as Muldoon turns to Cherry, "...Are you his...fiancee?"

[ltmuldoon]

To say that Christopher Muldoon was unprepared for that punch would be an understatement. His feet lost their ground for an instant as he braced himself and drove back a coiled fist to offer his rebuttal-

Kirk's eyes went wide and he panicked, "....I'm going for the MP."

He said this to no one in particular. For a pretty girl, she was a psychopath. Wray.. Kirk thought as he bolted out of the courtroom, Your phonecalls don't get returned..

Either the threat of the MP or the threat of being considered less of a man for hitting a girl, kept Muldoon's fist in check. It dropped like a stone.

"...I'm sorry."

[uselesstalent12]

With fire in those eyes, she stared him down- fists balled at her side- unblinking, immovable, unyielding Cherry.

"Yes, you are." Her even tone throwing the disingenuous apology back in his face like a cup of boiling hot bitter coffee. Pathetic. She knew guys like this all her life- asshats all of them- quick to use a well-place word as often as a fist. Only difference was, this suit had screwed her over in the most intimate way possible, and he was fucking sorry?

"I hope you choke on it."

[ltmuldoon]

Muldoon grimaces, "...Goddamnit, He didn't follow the fucking order!"

[uselesstalent12]

"'Cause that makes a big fuckin' difference. Tell me, Lt. Muldoon, what was so difficult that it couldn't be done by your hand? Make no mistake," as the commanding officer, "this is your fault. You chose to fuck him over."

Never once giving that steely-eyed motherfucker wiggle room to slough off the blame for all this shit. And from the look on his face it look like something got under his skin.

"And I hope you fuckin' rot."

[uselesstalent12]

Thoroughly disgusted with Kirk, Cherry lavished her attention on her man in these last moments together. She rested cheek-to-check, his scratchy from the sleepless night before made her faintly smile. She'd miss that and all the little things.

Slowly those long legs extended, she slid of his lap, languidly allows her lips lingered against his flesh, her hands drifting over his shoulders again, embracing him, her voluptuous curves melting against him in a way only Cherry could. "Two against the World." Then the kiss: Hot, passionate, and more, everything tantamount to El Wray's Darling. It was a good send off and the kiss burned long after their lips parted. Time out of mind. Her king. El Wray.

"...Are you his... fiancé?"It hurt, in more ways than one, and she shook her hand, fending off the pain as the fist-sized red-blue welt began to form on the self-righteous Lt. Muldoon's grizzled face. It was no girlish open-hand slap, but a full-on knuckles-to-bone sledge to jaw- one for Wray and one for herself. At the moment, the gold-