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7twistedwishes ([personal profile] 7twistedwishes) wrote2009-06-10 05:18 pm
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Room 616 - Temptation is Her Name

The door reads '616'. Tommy was taken for the night of his life.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-18 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Still catching his breath, he manages an exhausted chuckle and shakes his head. "A good- a good start? A good start, she says..."

He kisses her shoulder, before slowly withdrawing from her, the sensation making him groan a bit as shivers run up and down his sluggish limbs. He flops down heavily onto the mattress on his back.

"Oh, man..." he sighs raspily, grinning with a dazed expression.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-18 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Tommy wonders if that's too much of a temptation. And then he wonders if it just doesn't matter anymore.

"Anytime, huh? Really? Little ol' mortal me?" He smiles languidly, brushing a lock of hair from her temple.
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-18 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
He strokes her sides and her thighs, almost losing himself in the way her body feels. Licking his lips, he considers her open-ended offer.

"Well...you can get me a nice, tall glass of vodka."
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-18 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Tommy's eyes widen, his jaw drops a little. Amazed, he breaks into a grin and props himself up on his elbows.

"...Oh, that is fuckin' priceless." He takes the glass of vodka from the tray and swallows a much-needed mouthful. "Baby, you're incredible." It's weird addressing the both of them, but he can't stop grinning anyway.

As he takes another sip, the look in his eyes as he glances from one Devil to the other becomes sly, and he utters a thoughtful hum...
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[personal profile] gavin62truck 2009-06-18 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm just thinkin'..." He takes a sip of his drink, looking over the rim of the glass at the naked Scarlet straddling him. "You..." Another sip as he eyes the French maid. "And you..." Another sip, looking back at the other. "And me." He takes a nice, healthy swallow, all the way down to the ice, relishing the burn.