673. The return of the return of the captivity meme - now with more scenarios!

[bluesuit_handy]

THE (EXPANDED) CAPTIVITY MEME
[Also on DreamWidth]You've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the

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[driveeverywhere]

[ Dean watched her work with a tilt of his head. She seemed to know what she was doing. She worked quickly and before he could even process she was free. He was pretty sure she had done that faster than Dean could. He wouldn't be admitting to this or telling Sam a thing. He needed to stay manly. Stay manly.

Or the nipple? Forward. Ballsy. Clearly could kick his ass. This was turning into a weird kind of day. He wasn't used to a woman with bigger balls than him and more training to back it up. It was kind of crazy. ]

Alright. [ He nodded and straightened up. ] Dean. [ Somehow giving her his real last name just didn't seem safe. She could still have a change of heart and track him down to kill him. He didn't really want that. ] Bathroom. Kits in my bag. [ He side stepped towards his duffle. ] Color me curious, but what exactly are you doing here?

(ooc: I play him a bit here and there. Mostly it's in a PSL with a friend. Jimmy I try to put on SWS when I can help it. I liked Anna, but the others I was not thrilled about. Well, until Gabriel and Balthzar. They made me giggle. Mainly Gabriel did. Feel free to tag me with anyone. I have more muses than I probably should.)

[redinmyledger]

[She had no intentions of questioning his manhood at any stage but she was a master spy. If she wasn't good with picking locks by now then she had no business claiming to be a spy.

She tucked a few red curls behind her ear before taking off her jacket, leaving her in the shirt that oh so conveniently showed her cleavage any time she leaned forward. The trail of blood from where the cuffs had broken through her skin could be seen more clearly and she glanced at him again before grinning. Yes, the nipple really would do nicely if she could get him shirtless.

Pleasure to meet you, Dean. And I am sorry about the kick to the face. [There was that warm smile again, and she gave her fingers a little wave before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.] I told you, you were interfering with my turf. I do work for the government and you were trampling all over my attempt to find a person of interest.

((ooc: Oh yeah, Gabriel was great. I think it helped he started off as a trickster. And I know what you mean - Have that same problem with muse count.))

[driveeverywhere]

[ Dean's a dropout with nothing honest in his life except for his baby brother. He's supposed to be dead. He is technically dead to the government. That shifter took care of that little issue for him. He really did want to go to his own funeral. Such a shame.

The cleavage. The one thing that can make a man powerless. A simple bend or an arm touch and they were usually putty. If Dean were a v-neck t-shirt he wouldn't look sexy or alluring. Dean would just look like a giant douchebag. He didn't want that.

Dean slowly lifted a hand and found himself mimicking her little wave. Once she was in the bathroom he snapped out of it. He dropped his hand and went to his duffle to dig out the first aid kit. This would be the second time in a couple of days he had played doctor. The first was with Sammy. He had a feeling this time would be a lot more fun. ]

Government. Right. [ He mentally kicked himself. He was going to have to stay away from using his real name around her. She could go back to whatever agency she worked for and poke around with that name. He'd be royally fucked with the cops on his ass again. ] Got it.

[ He made his way into the tin bathroom and set the kit on the sink. He popped it open and nodded to her. She needed to hold out her wrist. ] So who is your person of interest? Anyone good?

(ooc: He's just so sassy. He's hardly considered an angel in my eyes. He's much too ridiculous. My count is gonna grow with a Tom Hardy OC I'm working on. I have a sickness. I need a support group.)

[redinmyledger]

[As far as she's concerned he looks pretty good for a dead man. But then that's something she can understand. She's lost count of the number of times she was supposed to have been dead.

Natasha held out her wrist obediently when he came up next to her, first studying his reflection in the mirror before looking up at him in the flesh.]

Don't hate me just because I work for an agency. I'm not interested in you. Not in that respect. As far as I'm concerned you don't exist and I think that would keep you happy, hm? Unless you're planning on taking over the world, or ending it any time soon you don't need to worry.

[She ran her tongue over her lips again before pressing them together and smiling just a little.] The jolly green giant. I don't think you could miss him.

((ooc: Pshaw, just roll with it. I'm not about to discourage a Tom Hardy face that's for sure.))

[driveeverywhere]

[ He's probably one of the best looking dead guys in the US. It's not like there's a large population of them. He's fairly certain he has that market cornered pretty tightly.

Dean was focusing on her wrist as she spoke. He had torn open an antiseptic wipe with his teeth and was working his way alone the wrist gently. He knew they could sting like a bitch. Though that might not really be a concern of hers. She seemed like the type to block out pain if necessary. ]

In that respect. [ He repeated the phrase with a smile as he worked. He caught everything else, but he was gonna zero on in that little bit. ] Very good to know.

[ He tossed the wipe and reached for a bandage. He tore it open with his teeth--yet again. They were handy tools. He put it on and looked up with a brow raised. ] The dude from the vegetables?

(ooc: I saw his movie Warrior and it just gave me so much bamf muse that I couldn't resist using that face.)

[redinmyledger]

[It's true, he really is and he really, really does. She's not ashamed to appreciate a good looking dead guy when he's right there in front of her.

She sucked in a breath slightly, but didn't flinch or show any other sign of pain. She'd been through much worse and the truth was she hated being knocked out cold or given any sort of drugs. But he had a surprisingly gentle touch for hands that were obviously used to working. They were rough, even calloused. It had her wondering even more what it was he really did. US Marshalls didn't have those sorts of hands.

Her eyes inevitably went back to his mouth.] Of course you focus on that comment. Why am I even surprised?

[Natasha laughed softly.] No, not quite. Though I suppose he is like an incredibly angry, gigantic piece of broccoli.

((ooc: Ooh, I haven't seen that yet. I keep meaning to.))

[driveeverywhere]

[ Dean's smile grew. He was proud. Always so proud of his childish and douchebag comments. ] You said it, legs. Not me. [ He reached over and shut the kit. He put his hand flat on the sink and gave her another once over. Pretty crazy, but still very hot.

A gigantic piece of angry broccoli. He was not aware a person could actually resemble that description. He hunted monsters and things that went bump in the night. He saw hairy things. He saw scaly things. He saw disgusting things. He didn't see too many green things. ]

So you're job is kinda weird huh? [ He would have mentioned that it was weird like his, but that was too much information about himself. Whether she'd share this information or not meant nothing. Dean was still a paranoid bastard and it wasn't just himself he was protecting. He was looking after Sammy. ]

I have one tiny question. [ He tilted his head and pondered how to ask this. With a nod of his head he finally smiled. ] Is this leather catsuit a real thing?

(ooc: It's pretty amazing. I thought it was just gonna be a silly MMA movie, but it's got a lot of heart. Should win an award.)

[redinmyledger]

[She gave an amused snort at hearing the nickname again, looking over his bandaging technique before meeting his gaze as she rest her hip against the sink. So he was still an occasional idiot, but he was a gorgeous one and he knew how to give first aid. That was always a redeeming quality.]

Weird is a good day. I can't even begin to tell you the half of it. Mostly because I really am trying hard not to have a reason to kill you now. [She gave as much as she was willing to give, still not about to tell him which agency or what the rest of her job entailed. Just like he wasn't about to get her last name either.

His question had her blinking and then she really did laugh, the sound echoing in the tiny bathroom as it bounced off the tiled walls.] Yes, it's real.

[driveeverywhere]

[ Dean liked nicknames. Sam found them irritating. Especially when Dean called him Sammy. The gigantor practically had a hissy fit in the car everytime Dean called him that. It was refreshing to be around someone who didn't slug him in the shoulder and tell him to stop it.

Trying hard not to kill him. Right. His big mouth. It tended to open too much and get him in one too many scrapes. ] I'll just have to watch what I say. I'd really hate to be smothered by you. [ It would be a damn shame.

She laughs. Amazing. It wasn't sarcastic or bitter. She actually laughed. That was nice. She had a nice laugh. She also had a very real leather catsuit. He was very pleased with that information. ] How tight are we talking?

[redinmyledger]

[Natasha wasn't really into giving nicknames. Not all the time. She was used to her name being butchered into all forms though, and didn't tend to take umbridge unless she didn't like the person.

She touched her foot lightly against his, boot knocking boot.] I'm sure you would. And I really would hate to smother you. It'd be a loss I'd actually feel.

[She turned her head briefly, still smiling even as she shook her head lightly.] Tight. Nothing left to the imagination. The zipper only just manages to stay in place on my chest.

[driveeverywhere]

[ She was now on the receiving end of them. Legs and red. Very appropriate. Dean almost was proud of himself. They were way obvious, but he wasn't exactly picky about that. He was proud.

Footsie? Cute. Dean had to resist the urge to look down directly at their feet. He maintained eye contact and instead nudged hers back with his own. Two could play at that game. Actually--yeah two were supposed to play at that game. ]

You'd feel my loss? So soon? Damn. I must've made a pretty solid impression back there when ya had me pinned down. [ Stop with the creepy innuendo, Dean. ]

Wow. [ He clicked his tongue and looked down for a moment. He's taking it all in. She could hit him if she wanted, but she put the thought in his mind. Don't be so surprised. ] Get much down in that thing?

[redinmyledger]

[Definitely appropriate and not the worst she'd ever been called. Maybe that was part of the reason he had managed to endear himself to her.

She knocked her boot again his again before slipping her leg in against his, knee pressed into him. All the while her eyes stayed locked on his. Her hips tilted forward as she bit back a grin, pleased that at least he was playing footsie back.]

Maybe. I mean, your face really did make an impression on my foot that's for sure. [Creepy innuendo she's choosing to ignore.]

Surprisingly enough I do. It can be inconvenient sometimes, but it is luckily built to move with my body. I'd offer to show you sometime, but you strike me as the type not to stay in contact. Might have to leave it up to the powers that be to see if we cross paths again.

[driveeverywhere]

[ Dean's tongue rolled out and over his lips slowly at the feel of her leg against his. Her knee made his smile grow. She was very good at footsie. She must have had a lot of practice. Not in the weird slutty innuendo kind of way either.

Oh she has jokes. Nice. Cute. ] You're friggin' hilarious. You really should be writing these down. They're priceless. [ He's no longer focusing on her sarcasm. He's not thinking about that catsuit. He's trying to take it all in. It's a lot. ]

Powers that be huh? [ He leaned in closer. ] That crap sounds pretty far off. I think--[ He was closer. His hip was bumping against her. ] I'm gonna focus on right now. [ He'd give her Sam's number to reach him if there was a catsuit involved. It was a leather catsuit. He'd be stupid not to. ]

[redinmyledger]

[Oh god, there was tongue. Natasha bit her lip again but for an entirely different reason. The tongue was... persuasive. Especially with those lips. A soft sigh escaped before she could stop it, her leg lining up against his. Truth was she didn't get as much practice as she would have liked, but she knew how to make the teasing count.]

You think you have the patent on joking and being sarcastic? [This time she let the grin grow again and moved her hand close to his on the sink, fingers resting over his.]

Mmhmm, powers that be. I don't believe in God, but there might be something at work. [She stretched up, willing to meet him as she rose up slightly on tiptoes. Even in heels she needed a little extra. She'd appreciate the number, and would only reserve it for catsuit calls. Cross her heart.] There's something to be said for focusing on the present. Living in the moment...

[driveeverywhere]

[ If Dean was paying attention to the sounds she was making he might have jumped right on that one. He was busy looking at her mouth though. Busy thinking about her mouth. He's busy being a pervert is basically why the sarcasm never came. She's doing the same thing so they're even. ]

Thought you knew. [ Dean. The King of Sarcasm. Sammy might come up with a different title, but the sentiment was still the same. Dean had a hard time taking just about anything seriously. He always had something to say about it. ]

Ya think? [ He'll share it. He just really wants a peek at her in it. He really wants to take it off her. Does that defeat the purpose of seeing her in it? Maybe. He's a complicated jackass. ]

[ He could go right for her lips. He could zero in and go for it, but he doesn't. Simple. Much too simple for him. His head dodged around and his lips pressed against her earlobe. Payback, legs. Payback. ] I'm pretty good at that. [ He responded and pressed his lips against her neck. ]

[redinmyledger]

[Two perverts staying on even ground. Nothing wrong with that. She dragged her own tongue over her lips as she huffed out a laugh, suddenly amused that they were both lost in mouth porn.]

Should I start worshipping your skills? [She knew a couple of teammates like that, so it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. He just seemed to make it appear even more effortless.]

Yes, I do. [And she's willing to go along with it. A little show and tell followed by a strip show. After all, she could do with the extra hands to help her out of the thing.]

[She turned her head to expose her neck further. This kind of payback she could live with. This kind of payback she enjoyed. A hand came to rest on his chest fingers curling around the edge of his shirt.] So am I. Life's too short.