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[spiffeh_jeb]

Who: Jeb, Az, DG, and Cain, plus a ton of guards.  
Where: Az's room. 
When: January 13th, 9pm. 
What: A little promise and more of Jeb than DG ever wants to see.
Warnings: Uh. PG-13 mentions of smut.

The newbies shooting guns was potentially the worst thing Jeb ever had to sit through. One didn't know how to hold a gun, most of them missed the center

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[spiffeh_jeb]

She'd startled him briefly when he'd just entered, jumping on him like that, but soon enough, he couldn't get enough of her. Jeb let her have some of the control at first, pulling him over to the bed, undressing him, and everything else she did to make the experience painfully slow... intoxicating was the only word he could think of it at this point.

Late into the night, they'd both fallen asleep, though Az's soft cries sometimes filtered through Jeb's abstract dreams. Every so often he would give her a small pat or wrap his arm around her again, and she would appear peaceful. His own dreams belonged in a museum of modern art where nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

When DG's scream rang through the mostly silent night, Jeb's eyes flew open, and at first he thought it must be a dream. "What the hell?" He sat bolt upright, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, trying to make out DG's form. It sure as hell sounded like DG's voice, aplified to a very high volume. Gods.

Az's voice confirmed her identity, and even if she hadn't, Jeb had no idea where his gun was at this point anyway - (sign two of a not particularly good body guard.) "Does she do this often?" Get her out. Please. Before the light comes on, hopefully. Jeb could barely see her in the dark, which meant she wouldn't be able to see either of them either, until someone decided to turn on the lights...

[oz_dg]

Once more her powers appeared to spike in her subconscious. What was with these effing dreams anyway? With a gasp she straightened herself up and glanced around, blinking several times as she heard Azkadellia's voice. "Hey, Az, my bad."

Her best effort to turn it into a joke was rather pathetic, because she had some rather horrible dreams. In that moment she noticed that Jeb was there too and suddenly she had a rather horrible mental image of the two of them. "Hi... Jeb, long time.. no see.."

It was at that moment that the door was almost bowled over as Johnson entered the room with his gun held up. "Hey Johnson.." DG offered as she waved pathetically.

[guard_of_az]

The sounds of screams from Azkadellia's bedroom spurred Johnson immediately into action. Throwing his shoulder into the locked door, he had his gun out and was ready to shoot any possible threat to his Princess.

Instead he found Princess DG standing nude by the remains of the door, holding what looked like Captain Cain's gun. And to his left was the elder Princess, holding a sheet to her chest and hair in disarray. Beside her in bed was the Cain whelp, just as naked as his bedmate from what Johnson could see.

With a groan, he shucked off his shirt and wrapped it around the younger Gale, taking the gun away from her in the same fluid movement.

[az_of_the_oz]

It was too much for Az. It really was.

First DG appears, screaming, waking her and Jeb up from a somewhat restful sleep (well, for Az anyway). Then Johnson breaks the lock on the door to her room, revealing that not only is DG also nude, but is holding a gun. What in great Ozma's rainbow had happened?

She started laughing. First just a soft giggle, and then full out guffawing. But from her precarious position on the bed, to see if DG was alright (she'd begun inching towards the sound of the screaming), she was not well balanced. And the movement of throwing her head back and full out laughing knocked her over. Falling to the floor with a high pitched squeak.

Taking the sheet with her. And she continued to laugh.

[spiffeh_jeb]

"Yeah... Hi... DG..." Jeb's face was already coloring, and it wasn't even light yet. He couldn't see her very well besides make out her general shape in the dark, and he rather hoped it would stay that way.

Contrary to anything Jeb would have wanted at the moment, Johnson-- Wait. Johnson? What the hell was Johnson doing there? Johnson should not be on duty until late morning, maybe early afternoon. What had happened to Sergei? Oh, crap. This was turning from bad to worse. Anyway, Johnson burst in, showering the room with light from the hallway. Turns out, DG was naked on top of all of it, she was also holding a gun.

Jeb would have been very content with sinking through the bed and ground into oblivion at this point as his face went through several different shades of red. Wonderful. Just freaking lovely. At least he still had the sheet over both Az and himself.

Somehow, the older princess found the whole thing hilarious, and Jeb gave her a slightly frightened stare. He'd ask what was funny, but he didn't get that chance as she toppled off the bed, and he was left sans sheet. Shit. There went another few shades of red.

Grabbing blindly for a pillow, he managed to stumble on one after several seconds, effectively covering his lap with it, and placing one hand over his face. He was torn between shock, embarassment and a panicked sort of laughter at the moment, and clearly had no idea which one to pick. Jeb certainly didn't want to say a word to draw more attention to himself... that was potentially the last thing he needed to do.

[oz_dg]

It was rather amusing had she not been the fully visible naked one, but then her sister thought apparently that was an injustice because the dork rolled herself off of the bed and took the blankets with her. "Oi Az!" DG whined as the blanket flew off of Jeb and her eyes closed pathetically, after a minute she opened them again to see that Jeb was about nine different shades of red right now, poor thing.

It was then she saw Johnson with Cains gun, oh no. "Give that back." DG ordered as she moved towards him, (after adjusting the massive shirt on her), "I need to give that back to Cain."

[guard_of_az]

Johnson had been a soldier all of his adult life. And had been in some very odd and tense situations. However, this current one had to at least rank up in the top ten memorable events he wished he could forget. Without bloodshed even.

Far too much pale feminine flesh was on display for his taste. Definitely far too much royal flesh on display for any occasion. He'd covered up the younger princess with his own starched shirt, and thankfully it covered her from knee to neck. Although it did make her look like a small child, rather than the Crown Princess of the O.Z.

Of course once he'd had one princess decently covered, the one barely covered by a thin sheet begun to laugh. She did seem to have an odd sense of humor. It wasn't more than a moment before she fell, unbalanced, off the side of the bed and took the sheet, that had been covering her and the whelp, with her.

Despite the attractiveness of the boy, he hadn't wanted to see more of the younger Cain than he already had. He personally preferred Dave's physique. Not to mention that unlike his partner, the whelp was a horrific excuse for a guard. Hell, the boy probably had no idea where his weapon was at the moment.

It took nearly a minute for the boy to grab one of the pillows to cover himself. Face as red as an apple. Varied emotions showing in his wide eyes.

The younger Princess's voice brought his attention back to her, and back to the second gun he held in his hand. After making sure the safety was on, he handed it back. He would've preferred to hand the weapon back to his superior officer rather than to an untrained hand, but it wasn't his place to keep it from her.

"Are you...well, Princess?" He called to the still laughing form on the floor. This job was going to kill him.

[az_of_the_oz]

Plans had begun to form in her mind on how to tell DG she was in love with Jeb. An afternoon tea perhaps, before the ball. Or be a coward and send a note, an idea that had been discarded the moment she'd thought of it. Or possibly...just turning up with a courting gift in her hair (if it had progressed that far) and hope that DG would guess herself.

But every possible way for her sister to find out that she was sleeping with, and actually in love with Jeb, was blown out of the water by the flurry of events. There was no more concrete proof that they were involved than finding them naked in bed together. Well, except for if DG had walked in to see the pair in flagrante delicto.

The fact that they'd been found out this way, had just been far too ridiculous for words. Hence Az's laughter. When Johnson spoke, his rumbling voice echoing in the mostly silent room, her laughter finally petered off. Sitting up, and purposefully ignoring the pain in her ass (literally), she peeped over the edge of the bed. And looked over the scene.

DG was wearing what appeared to be a giant's shirt, but was likely Johnson's. Due to the fact that he was standing there, displaying his fantastic musculature. Turning her head to the left, she looked at Jeb. Beet red, and wearing a pillow. A glance down at herself reminded her that they'd only been covered by the sheet, and explained why he was only covered from mid thigh to just below his navel.

She could see the top of the love bite she'd left on one hip, dark against his lightly tanned skin. "So..." came from her lips with a smirk, drawled out. "Now that we all know how my night went, how was your night Deeg?"