After leaving Snake she had gone up to her room and gathered a few things together, throwing them all into a bag and then settled down on the edge of her bed, slowly pulling up her dress. It took her a little while to work out how, but she attached the dagger holster to her leg and slipped the dagger inside and stood up.
The material covered the weapon and she pulled on her coat, slipping her cell into her pocket like she had promised Snake she would.
She was scared, what if something happened and Swan turned on her or tossed her to one side? No, she couldn't think like that.
Out of the bottom of the apartment she carefully headed down towards the beach, the bag slung over her shoulder and her fingers brushing near where her dagger was hidden. She moves slowly, keeping in the light. Part of her wanted to run back to her apartment and lock the door, part of her wanted to go to Snake's place and sleep in his arms like she had done her very first night of being human, and the other part of her was desperate to make sure Swan was
Cochise had tied up the wound on Swan's shoulder with a bandana after Plissken had left. His chest he had to just let bleed until it stopped. Now four streaks of blood were dried on his chest as he sat under the pier. There were too many things on his mind to sort out one from another. His eyes looked out into the growing light. His most loyal Warriors were sitting in the sand talking. Vermin of course seemed to think the world was at an end. that caused Swan to smile even though he was worried about the rest of the gang until he got some rest. He laid his head back and relaxed.
Swan had sent Rembrandt out to keep an eye on the rest of the gang. He was spraying one of the stone walls when he saw Angel approaching as well as the five in the shadows who were watching her. Hurrying down he wall he got up next to her and whispered.
Angel, over here.
He saw them starting to move in her direction from the corner of his eye.
Angel.
Rembrandt motioned for her to come over where he was on the wall.
She heard someone call her name and she looked over to where the voice was coming from, she saw him there, the young one, one of Swan's boys and she froze a little unsure of what to do. She pushed back her coat a little and her fingers found the hem of her dress.
She cuddled into the cover a little when he moved and smiled a little when she heard his voice. She turned onto her back, the bruise a deep purple on her cheek and she smiled 'Morning.'
Her fingers found his, 'I will have worse before the end, and it will clear up.' She brought his fingers to her lips, kissing them softly, 'How do you feel?'
If you go home like this I will have worse too before the end. Swan smiled a little knowing Plissken would be amused by the treatment he had given her attackers. At the question Swan's brow furrowed. He didn't hurt. That was odd. His hand found the bandage on his shoulder and pushed it off. There was no wound. His brow crumpled into disbelief and he looked at Aggie with a "How the hell?" expression.
He moaned against her lips not caring about anyone who was watching. His eyes were locked on hers as he slid his pants down a little farther. His body roced against hers slowly before he pushed inside burying his face in her neck to keep quiet. Being seen was one thing, advertising was another.
She moaned as he pushed inside her, her breath hitching and she pulled her arms tighter around him, up and under his vest, her nails digging in a little.
Swan kissed her neck biting down as he worked in and out so very slowly. The open air and the people he knew were around brought out a rougher, more urgent side as he broke pace and started moving faster. The thrill of getting caught, of being chased by the cops turned him on more as he arms tightened around her body pulling her down against his hips.
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The material covered the weapon and she pulled on her coat, slipping her cell into her pocket like she had promised Snake she would.
She was scared, what if something happened and Swan turned on her or tossed her to one side? No, she couldn't think like that.
Out of the bottom of the apartment she carefully headed down towards the beach, the bag slung over her shoulder and her fingers brushing near where her dagger was hidden. She moves slowly, keeping in the light. Part of her wanted to run back to her apartment and lock the door, part of her wanted to go to Snake's place and sleep in his arms like she had done her very first night of being human, and the other part of her was desperate to make sure Swan was
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Swan had sent Rembrandt out to keep an eye on the rest of the gang. He was spraying one of the stone walls when he saw Angel approaching as well as the five in the shadows who were watching her. Hurrying down he wall he got up next to her and whispered.
Angel, over here.
He saw them starting to move in her direction from the corner of his eye.
Angel.
Rembrandt motioned for her to come over where he was on the wall.
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'What do you want?'
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They are not happy with your brother.
He motioned toward the others who were moving down toward where they were standing.
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