the ►dating/sexing/married since FOREVER◄ meme 1. Post with your character(s) 2. Comment to other threads after going to random.org and randomising a number between one and five. 3. ??? 4. PROFIT!(stolen from
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Oh God, so very much so. <3cutslikeaspadeFebruary 4 2012, 02:20:43 UTC
And it worked because, while Ethan might have been be a spy, a murderer and an all around asshole, he knew what made women happy. Which is why he slipped up behind her, reached around and opened the box, murmuring at her ear, "For you, mi amora."
HOURS and HOURS and HOURRRRScutslikeaspadeFebruary 4 2012, 02:28:58 UTC
He handed her the box and took the necklace out, opening the clasp and draping it around her throat, fastening it securely. "I wouldn't dream of giving such a mere trinket for such an important occasion, cara, you know that."
That she just can't give up, tsk tsk tsk. cutslikeaspadeFebruary 4 2012, 02:41:09 UTC
The mask of sincerity; he wore it so very well, polished over years of experience.
"Well, you deserve the best, Tegan. And despite what the rest of the world believes, I'll always strive to give it to you."
Until it became necessary to not, of course. But deep down somewhere, Ethan had to admit he cared for her, and having to break apart those foundations of trust would hurt more than he was willing to admit.
Sadly, I could so see something like this happening/have happened. graceandwitFebruary 4 2012, 02:47:14 UTC
“Such flattery,” she clicks her tongue, her grin teasing. There is a part of her that will be surprised when he does - hurt, even - but she'll find a way to let it go. To forgive.
Because, in her heart of hearts, she can't hate him. Even if she probably should. "I'm starting to wonder if there isn't some truth to the rumour about that tongue of yours being made of silver."
Ohhh, me too. Me tooooo.cutslikeaspadeFebruary 4 2012, 03:01:46 UTC
He quirked an eyebrow, amused at her teasing banter. Words could be sharp as knives, but with her, they were tempered with the roguish charm she seemed unable to resist. Blue eyes darkened.
"Well, you should know the answer without having to ask, mi amora." And his voice roughened and lowered. "...or am I forgotten so quickly, mm?"
Herp, yeah, that'd probably do it. cutslikeaspadeFebruary 4 2012, 03:20:44 UTC
Ethan bowed flamboyantly, sweeping his arm gallantly. "Then by all means, lead on, m'lady. I positively yearn to follow in your wake." Then he smirked and playfully slapped her hip. "Because damn, but you've got a gorgeous ass, woman."
AHAHAHAAA YES!cutslikeaspadeFebruary 4 2012, 04:18:39 UTC
"Get off me, Blythe."
It was a snarled command, mostly because the bridle he'd slung at her twenty minutes ago was digging into his right asscheek and the hay under his back was starting to itch.
And to think, he'd come out here this afternoon for a calming ride, without the first thought of ending up some bitchy Heart's personal stallion. Again. But, as usual, their word slinging had escalated into the next level of hostilities, and from there blown into pure, unadulterated lust.
He thought about simply tossing her off himself, but since he couldn't yet feel his toes, he'd wait. For a minute.
"How about you wait a goddamn minute, Ethan?" She hisses at him, brushing her lank hair out of her face and breathing heavily. After a moment, she slides off of him, grabbing for her jeans as soon as she can see straight.
It's always like this - starting with snark, going on to physical threats, and then the sex. She has to be honest; the sex can be mind-blowing. At times. Always. But that doesn't make their mutual animosity less strong.
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To her credit, she didn't jump -- she didn't even twitch -- but paused to admire the gift. And it was so very lovely.
"My, my and it's not even my birthday."
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"Well, you deserve the best, Tegan. And despite what the rest of the world believes, I'll always strive to give it to you."
Until it became necessary to not, of course. But deep down somewhere, Ethan had to admit he cared for her, and having to break apart those foundations of trust would hurt more than he was willing to admit.
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Because, in her heart of hearts, she can't hate him. Even if she probably should. "I'm starting to wonder if there isn't some truth to the rumour about that tongue of yours being made of silver."
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"Well, you should know the answer without having to ask, mi amora." And his voice roughened and lowered. "...or am I forgotten so quickly, mm?"
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It was a snarled command, mostly because the bridle he'd slung at her twenty minutes ago was digging into his right asscheek and the hay under his back was starting to itch.
And to think, he'd come out here this afternoon for a calming ride, without the first thought of ending up some bitchy Heart's personal stallion. Again. But, as usual, their word slinging had escalated into the next level of hostilities, and from there blown into pure, unadulterated lust.
He thought about simply tossing her off himself, but since he couldn't yet feel his toes, he'd wait. For a minute.
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It's always like this - starting with snark, going on to physical threats, and then the sex. She has to be honest; the sex can be mind-blowing. At times. Always. But that doesn't make their mutual animosity less strong.
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