Fic: Dangerous Liaisons (13/100, Multi Pairing, PG-13)
Title: Dangerous Liaisons
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Numerous but Lita and Renee will be featuring heavily; check tags for specifics.
Summary: They were about to embark on their most dangerous mission to date.
Prompt: Arcade ;; Table
Warnings: Language, illegal activities, adult situations
Notes: Nothing to say yet but if I can think of anything, it'll go here. This is one of five stories for the Wild Card Challenge.
Previously: Tags
Following their meal, the group of agents split up to enjoy the rest of their night in the city. Even though they’ll be there for a considerable amount of time, they also realize that this is the last night that they can truly enjoy themselves on their own terms.
Or at least mostly, anyway, A.J, Kurt and Tyson giving tickets to a luxury box seat at Yankee Stadium to Renee and Chris; informing the pair that they’ll be sitting elsewhere.
Renee and Chris also make plans to head to Ayza Wine and Chocolate Bar after the game is over.
“I don’t think I can eat anymore,” Renee complained as they seated themselves on the leather couch in the luxury box. “But this was really nice of the guys, giving up these seats for the ones in the upper deck.”
Chris put an arm around her, “I might have talked to them about this…. Slipped some cash their way,” a sheepish smile, “and might owe them some favors in the future.” Leaning in, he kissed her cheek, “but it was totally worth it.”
Renee beamed, cupping his face in her hands, kissing him deeply. “That’s so sweet of you.”
“I uh, also got this for you… back in DC though.” He reached into his pocket, handing her a thin black velvet box.
She didn’t bother to mask her surprise, setting the box on her lap before opening it to find a sterling silver bracelet inside. “It’s beautiful,” Renee breathed out.
He grinned, taking her hand in his to bring her knuckles to his mouth, brushing a chaste kiss there. “Happy Anniversary, Nee.”
Renee sniffled, “I don’t have anything for you.”
Chris shook his head, “I don’t need anything, babe. I’m just sorry I couldn’t take you out so it would just be the two of us.”
The blonde woman laughed a little, lifting the bracelet out and putting it on. “I think dinner was appropriate though, considering our first date?”
“How could I forget,” Chris quipped, his tone a tad dry. “We were on a double date/blind date for A.J and that chick Madison.”
“And she kept trying to flirt with you.”
“Alex and Amy were at the same place, on separate dates.”
“And almost got kicked out of the restaurant because of the scene they caused.”
Chris kissed her temple, “I was also thinking, maybe when we get back to DC…”
Renee arched an eyebrow, “what about it?”
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “maybe we could look for a place together? I mean, we practically live together anyway, being right across the hallway but-"
The remainder of what he was going to say was swept up in a kiss, Renee grasping at the hairs on the back of his neck to bring him closer to her.
Elsewhere in NYC
While Renee and Chris start at the baseball game, Amy and Alex head to the nearby Dave and Buster’s in Times Square to play arcade games. They had just arrived when Amy was approached by a leering male, the redhead temporarily alone while Alex was getting game cards and drinks.
“I’m with someone,” Amy insisted, shrugging off the idiot’s arm. “Seriously, back the fuck off or I will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat.”
“I’d listen to her buddy,” Alex piped up from behind them. “On both parts. Get your grubby paws off my girl.”
Though shorter, Alex was slightly more muscular, arm flexing slightly in an attempt at intimidation. Fortunately it seemed to work, the brunette cinching an arm around Amy’s waist in a rare show of possessiveness.
“Your girl?”
“You are, aren’t you?”
“I’m a woman, thank you.”
Alex wiggled his eyebrows, meeting her halfway for a kiss. “I will make note of that for future reference.”
Amy rolled her eyes, “you do that.” A beat passed, “and if you ever refer to me as property-"
“Excuse me? Pot, kettle…” Alex smirked at her, “or have you forgotten that one time at the concert?”
“What about it?”
“You said to those girls that my ass belonged to you.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, “I don’t recall you complaining about that. And it worked, didn’t it? They got the message loud and clear.”
Alex shrugged, “so I was just repeating the action tonight when that douchebag couldn’t take a hint. We’re here together, you’re here with me.”
Amy pressed her lips to his, the pair flipping of a protesting bunch behind them that wanted to use the air hockey table.
Jamie's bracelet
&
luxury box
Author: Kori
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope, 'tis A/U
Characters/Pairing: Numerous but Lita and Renee will be featuring heavily; check tags for specifics.
Summary: They were about to embark on their most dangerous mission to date.
Prompt: Arcade ;; Table
Warnings: Language, illegal activities, adult situations
Notes: Nothing to say yet but if I can think of anything, it'll go here. This is one of five stories for the Wild Card Challenge.
Previously: Tags
Following their meal, the group of agents split up to enjoy the rest of their night in the city. Even though they’ll be there for a considerable amount of time, they also realize that this is the last night that they can truly enjoy themselves on their own terms.
Or at least mostly, anyway, A.J, Kurt and Tyson giving tickets to a luxury box seat at Yankee Stadium to Renee and Chris; informing the pair that they’ll be sitting elsewhere.
Renee and Chris also make plans to head to Ayza Wine and Chocolate Bar after the game is over.
“I don’t think I can eat anymore,” Renee complained as they seated themselves on the leather couch in the luxury box. “But this was really nice of the guys, giving up these seats for the ones in the upper deck.”
Chris put an arm around her, “I might have talked to them about this…. Slipped some cash their way,” a sheepish smile, “and might owe them some favors in the future.” Leaning in, he kissed her cheek, “but it was totally worth it.”
Renee beamed, cupping his face in her hands, kissing him deeply. “That’s so sweet of you.”
“I uh, also got this for you… back in DC though.” He reached into his pocket, handing her a thin black velvet box.
She didn’t bother to mask her surprise, setting the box on her lap before opening it to find a sterling silver bracelet inside. “It’s beautiful,” Renee breathed out.
He grinned, taking her hand in his to bring her knuckles to his mouth, brushing a chaste kiss there. “Happy Anniversary, Nee.”
Renee sniffled, “I don’t have anything for you.”
Chris shook his head, “I don’t need anything, babe. I’m just sorry I couldn’t take you out so it would just be the two of us.”
The blonde woman laughed a little, lifting the bracelet out and putting it on. “I think dinner was appropriate though, considering our first date?”
“How could I forget,” Chris quipped, his tone a tad dry. “We were on a double date/blind date for A.J and that chick Madison.”
“And she kept trying to flirt with you.”
“Alex and Amy were at the same place, on separate dates.”
“And almost got kicked out of the restaurant because of the scene they caused.”
Chris kissed her temple, “I was also thinking, maybe when we get back to DC…”
Renee arched an eyebrow, “what about it?”
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “maybe we could look for a place together? I mean, we practically live together anyway, being right across the hallway but-"
The remainder of what he was going to say was swept up in a kiss, Renee grasping at the hairs on the back of his neck to bring him closer to her.
Elsewhere in NYC
While Renee and Chris start at the baseball game, Amy and Alex head to the nearby Dave and Buster’s in Times Square to play arcade games. They had just arrived when Amy was approached by a leering male, the redhead temporarily alone while Alex was getting game cards and drinks.
“I’m with someone,” Amy insisted, shrugging off the idiot’s arm. “Seriously, back the fuck off or I will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat.”
“I’d listen to her buddy,” Alex piped up from behind them. “On both parts. Get your grubby paws off my girl.”
Though shorter, Alex was slightly more muscular, arm flexing slightly in an attempt at intimidation. Fortunately it seemed to work, the brunette cinching an arm around Amy’s waist in a rare show of possessiveness.
“Your girl?”
“You are, aren’t you?”
“I’m a woman, thank you.”
Alex wiggled his eyebrows, meeting her halfway for a kiss. “I will make note of that for future reference.”
Amy rolled her eyes, “you do that.” A beat passed, “and if you ever refer to me as property-"
“Excuse me? Pot, kettle…” Alex smirked at her, “or have you forgotten that one time at the concert?”
“What about it?”
“You said to those girls that my ass belonged to you.”
Amy arched an eyebrow, “I don’t recall you complaining about that. And it worked, didn’t it? They got the message loud and clear.”
Alex shrugged, “so I was just repeating the action tonight when that douchebag couldn’t take a hint. We’re here together, you’re here with me.”
Amy pressed her lips to his, the pair flipping of a protesting bunch behind them that wanted to use the air hockey table.
Jamie's bracelet
&
luxury box