Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#8 Fri, Nov 28, 12:42PM PST
*Home again, home again... Beej was home again from one of his recently-begun, mysterious errands. They'd never lasted long, these trips, and usually involved a phonecall to prove that everything was going as it should. This trip had merely been a package pickup, as shown by the parcel the trader held. He also carried the scent of chill morning air, having braved it in a short walk to the post office. He shuts the door quietly, wondering if Neets was up yet...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#10 Fri, Nov 28, 12:49PM PST
~~Which of course, he isn't really. Having spread himself across the entire bed, and with only the sheet tangled somewhere around his waist, he looks rather comfy. Yellow eyes open briefly, then sink back to their half-closed position, staring at the tv with something like interest.~~ 'Eya...yer'up e'rly...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#12 Fri, Nov 28, 12:57PM PST
*He hadn't expected his love to be asleep- After all, he'd chosen the phone in the bedroom because no one could sleep through those brass bells... It scared him awake every time it rang. Lounging in the doorway for a bit, he takes in the sight before him... And a yawn escapes. Grinning, he takes the last few steps and hovers at the side of the bed.* And good morning, sunshine, to you, too... *The mild words are followed with a kiss planted on Neets' forehead.* I had to get something. *Straightening, he holds up the package, then moves to the closet...* Feel any different?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#14 Fri, Nov 28, 1:08PM PST
~~He looks up, smiling ever so slightly, and watching where the package goes.~~ W'adda'ya me'n? Old'r r'summat? Nah...lon'ly mebbe....kin'a cold... ~~His words mild, he untangles himself from a greater portion of the bed, slinking all of his limbs back to his half and turning on his side, lazing in the sunshine as well as any cat.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15 Fri, Nov 28, 1:19PM PST
*Fighting a losing battle against a cascade of papers, he sighs. Mumbling a little, he finds whatever he was looking for and scoops the rest of the detritus from the floor and shoves the paper back onto the shelf.* I don't know... 'Feel any different' is just a traditional question, I guess. *Two legal-sized, manilla envelopes have joined the package on the foot of the bed, Beej himself kicking off his boots and hanging his coat over a bedpost.* Lonely? I think I can fix that... And this, *Holding the carton up as he slides into his side of the bed.* Should help with being cold. *Giving a soft, happy sigh, he hands the box over.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#17 Fri, Nov 28, 1:26PM PST
((*laugh* I dunno...Skinner isn't as icky as I originally thought him to be...but I STILL can't imagine him with Mulder!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#18 Fri, Nov 28, 1:31PM PST
((*Grin* No... There's something not-quite-right about them having any sort of relationship beyond Boss/Agent and/or friends. That bugged the heck out of me in the pilot! All those people telling Mulder they were his friends.... *Snort* I _also_ wanna know what the deal is between CSM and Skinner. IS Skinner on the take? I don't think so... If he isn't, why the heck doesn't he arrest CSM? Is it because Skinner wants to know The Truth, too? Did he, or someone he cherished, get abducted? Is it all a hoax? Will we be told the answers in the movie? Will I ever quit wondering who the mustachioed man in the Energizer commercials is working for...?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#19 Fri, Nov 28, 1:34PM PST
~~He blinks at the trader oddly, hesitantly reaching for the envelopes and the package.~~ Wassat? Y'din git'me summat, didja? ~~He moves over, snugging his own slight form up to his lover's side before working at the edge of one of the envelopes.~~ ((Um...I'm not reading the post wrong am I? *Is slow all of a sudden.*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#21 Fri, Nov 28, 1:39PM PST
((He only handed over the box... No worries, I'll fix it!)) *Distracted by the spill of green hair over pale shoulder, he doesn't notice the fingers working on the envelope... Yet.* I did... *He grins, loopy, insouciant, pleased beyond reason. The expression fades when he feels a tugging on the other packets.* Oh, wait, not yet! *He gently pulls them away from the younger man, nodding at the parcel.* Open that one first. ((Fixed! *Grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#23 Fri, Nov 28, 1:45PM PST
((*grin* I think so too... *laugh* Mulder isn't supposed to HAVE any friends, besides Scully and the Lone Gunmen! *gigglegrin* *makes face* I think Skinner doesn't arrest CSM because it wouldn't do any GOOD. Think about it...so he's in jail, so what. Since he can get anyone to do anything, except Mulder, Scully and Skinner, what would be the point? he'd be out and there'd be no record of his ever having been there before anything could happen.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#24 Fri, Nov 28, 1:47PM PST
((Whoops! Thanks...)) ~~He blinks wolfen eyes, nodding as he gives over the envelope in favor of the package. Nimble fingers pluck at the tape and brown paper, pulling it off slowly.~~ W'at s'it?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#26 Fri, Nov 28, 1:49PM PST
((*Nodnod* Exactly! And I think that, for all the smooching going on, they're just friends, and they're gonna stay that way. Even if Mama Scully thinks Fox would make a good son-in-law. *Laugh* *Still cant get over the memory of The Lone Gunmen on ice* *Think* Good point. Besides, there's the rest of The Consortium- They'd go on about their business, without him. Heck, they've (supposedly) killed him...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#27 Fri, Nov 28, 1:53PM PST
It's something we were thinking about a few days ago... *And once he gets the box open, he'll find a lovely, navy blue coat... The fruit of his first mysterious jaunt.* It should fit... ((No problem... *Grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#28 Fri, Nov 28, 1:54PM PST
((*nodnod* I think so too, oddly enough. They've got great chemistry...but I think that in a romantic situation, they'd fail utterly...what you can accept in a working relationship or a friendship becomes hurtful in a love relationship, or at least, that's my theory. Mulder is too quick to ridicule Scully's beliefs, and Scully is still too analytical for him... I will always hold dear the memory of the Lone Gunmen on ice... *nodnodNOD* I do NOT think he's really dead!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#30 Fri, Nov 28, 1:58PM PST
((*Nod* And then you come back to the fact that, if They can hurt Mulder by doing things to Scully when they're just friends and partners, They'll _really_ screw him up if they're lovers/engaged/married/whatever... And he'd _never_ want that to happen to her. *Giggle* Yer a nut! *Shakes head* No _WAY_ is he dead! He _can't_ be. CSM was one of the driving plot-twists! ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#31 Fri, Nov 28, 2:05PM PST
~~He opens the box, running his fingers over the coat with a surprised, very pleased grin.~~ Y'din' 'afta git'me noth'n... ~~His childish delight befits a 4 year old receiving a toy, and he lifts the coat out of the box with a care it probably doesn't need.~~ T'anks...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#32 Fri, Nov 28, 2:12PM PST
*Shrugging and looking down, a little shyly, before grinning back.* I wanted to... *The delight of his lover is infectious, handing over the first of the two envelopes with a laugh and a slightly wicked tinge to his features...* What can I say? You gave me all these ideas... 'Welcome.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#33 Fri, Nov 28, 2:13PM PST
((Oh gods...*giglegrin* *nodnod* I agree...Mulder would NEVER hurt her willingly... *nods* He can't be dead...he's Mulder's Dad!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#34 Fri, Nov 28, 2:20PM PST
((*Laugh* Odd title, but the ending is niftily interesting... *Grin* Mulder might not seem like the world's nicest guy, and at times, he isn't, but I think he's got marshmallowy spots... Scully's one of 'em. *NodnodnodNOD* I think the ties make it clear that CSM _is_ Mulder's pop. Even in Duane Barry/Ascencion/One Breath... I understand One Breath much better, now that I've seen the other two. ))

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Yohan Redfield A 17 year old martial artist. Recovering from a near fatal brush with death. Blonde hair foggy blue eyes. Clad in blue jeans a white t shirt, a purple jacket and his lucky cap. (Loves Leah Velvet but thinks shes mad at him for some reason. Outside in a tree): . . . . msg#6489 Fri, Nov 28, 2:34PM PST
Morganus-((Oops. Sorry man))

When I first came across this, I couldn't remember _why_ I had saved it... Then I re-read it, much more carefully. Welcome to the department of redundancy department.
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Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#40 Fri, Nov 28, 4:03PM PST
((*Think* New point for consideration. CSM Tells Krycek he's going to tell the Consortium that Krycek is blackmailing, or attempting to blackmail, the group. INSTEAD, he tells the consortium that Krycek is dead. Sooooo... Krycek is just a little higher on the ladder than hired muscle. Why did CSM lie to both Krycek and The Consortium? Was he planning to make a deal for himself and/or the Consortium using Krycek and the Tape as bargining chips? What's _on_ that danged tape, anyhow? Will Jim and Marsha ever get home from Belíze? ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#44 Fri, Nov 28, 5:21PM PST
Yeah'but...~~He trails off in his objections, running his fingers over the cloth again.~~ Didja git yerse'f one t'go wit' mine? ~~He waits for the answer, lifting up a corner of the envelope with his fingernail. Finally giving up on getting it open in one piece, he tears into it.~~ Ide's? 'Bout w'at?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#45 Fri, Nov 28, 5:37PM PST
'Yeah but' yourself. *He continues to grin, nodding.* Yep, but the smaller sizes aren't as popular as larger ones. It's still on order.... One of the pitfalls of this business. *Watching Neets fumble with the yellow paper and the ensuing tumble of photos to bed cause a slight blush to heat his face.* 'Bout the coat, and those... *He nods again, this time a dip to indicate the eight-by-ten glossy of himself, lounging the wrong way on a chaise. He appears to be wearing nothing but his hat and a very silly smile, lying on his stomach with his feet kicked up, ankles crossed... His chin rests on his wrists, which in turn are crossed over a bolster of some sort. It's not the only pose- There's a normal, formal portrait complete with suitcoat and a tie to match his hat, one that makes Beej look vaugely Roman and shows off his legs, and one, inexplicably, dressed as Dracula. He's a bit nervous as he awaits the reaction....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#46 Fri, Nov 28, 5:53PM PST
~~His sharp intake of breath could mean anything, but the almost serious look on his face couldn't. Pure wonder, he spreads each of the pictures out on the mattress, studying each of them with delight. His smile is one of purest happiness, and he sidles closer, one hand seeking his love's.~~ S'a bes'th'ng a'ev'r seen...'cept you...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#47 Fri, Nov 28, 6:02PM PST
*The gasp makes him look up from his slightly silly task of straightening the small stack of wallet-sized versions he'd had made up as well- something to carry around... The apprehension flees in the face of that rapturous joy and he blushes a little more.* Well... *He shrugs, words lost, so he just laces his fingers through Neets' and gives a gentle squeeze. His eyes dart to the last envelope, and he says the only thing that comes to mind, not quite ready to give it to the younger man, yet.* Love you.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#54 Fri, Nov 28, 7:20PM PST
~~He turns his head towards the trader, emerald locks falling into his eyes and in disarray behind him.~~ Can't b'le've y'got these fer'me... Spec'ally th't'un...~~He points to the nearly-nude, grinning like a fool.~~ Love ya' too Beej...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#55 Fri, Nov 28, 7:29PM PST
*Letting go of the last envelope for a moment, he reaches up to brush malachite tresses from amber eyes.* Well... It seemed like something you'd appreciate... And that one... *He colors up again, laughing softly.* I know... *He grows a bit more serious, picking up the penultimate gift. This envelope isn't glued shut, the brass-colored brad in the center of the flap holding it closed. It has an official-looking address in one corner, and 'Jones, Blackwater P.' neatly lettered on another... He gives the captive hand another squeeze before he hands the slim packet over.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#56 Fri, Nov 28, 7:38PM PST
-More- fer'me? ~~He shakes his head, stacking the photos neatly and taking a care to leave That One on top. He quirks his eyebrow up at the plain envelope, looking over at the trader before opening it and sliding out the contents.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#57 Fri, Nov 28, 7:47PM PST
*He keeps his smile, though a bit of uncertainty is in evidence as Neets looks at him.* Yeah... Sorta. I was going to give you that- those, anyways, but I thought it.... It made sense to me to... Well, today just sort of fit. *His words trail off as he gathers his wits, organizing his thoughts before speaking again.* If... If you wanted to make any of it...this... official... There you are. *He taps the forms that were in the envelope, the ones on top related to changing one's name. Further down was an application for a marriage certificate...* You'd mentioned it in the past, so... *Another shrug, not indifferent, merely speechless for the moment. Again.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#60 Fri, Nov 28, 7:55PM PST
~~He's speechless himself, reading over the forms with the care one would give the classics of literature, fingers trailing just below each word as he fits them into his mind. of all the things he'd thought might show up today, these are by far the most pleasant, and the one's he never would have thought to ask for. He blinks, moving the papers up to sit next to the pictures, before the stray tears can smudge the official-looking ink. Wiping at the few drops of saline on the tip of his nose, he turns a bit on his side and slides an arm around his lover.~~ S'a'best th'ng y'cou'da ev'r giv'n me.

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#62 Fri, Nov 28, 8:06PM PST
Oh... Don't... *Having watched the younger man read the documents over, he can't help but see the tears... He knows, somewhere, that they're happy ones, but still... He moves to help dry the tracks, but turns the movement into cradling Neets closer.* Glad you like 'em... Worth standin' in line for. *His voice is kind, remebering briefly a trip they'd taken for some permit-or-other, and the line they'd had to stand in then. Brushing the thoughts aside, he leans over and puts another kiss on that alabaster brow* Happy birthday.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#64 Fri, Nov 28, 8:17PM PST
M'not...prom'se... ~~He grins, teeth flashing in the light, and moves quickly. Before the trader can get -too- far away, he plants a kiss on his cheek, rolling towards the side of the bed again. Sheet and any semblance of modesty lost, he reaches for the coat, pulling it on and turning back and forth.~~ W'at'r ya' s'pos'd t'say t' 'appy b'rthday?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#66 Fri, Nov 28, 8:24PM PST
I know... *He blinks at the sudden movements following the smooch, eyeing his love critically. That is, until he bursts out laughing at the sight of Neets in nothing but the coat...* I honestly don't know... Thank you, perhaps? *He chuckles again, running a hand along one of the lapels...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#68 Fri, Nov 28, 8:41PM PST
~~He giggles a little, ducking his head before whirling around.~~ Y'th'nk a'kin go t'th' park? Mebbe flash'a coup'l ol' lad'es...? ~~He's being utterly silly, and the whirling of the coat flutters the edges of the papers.~~ Gotta git'me som' l'tt'l dog...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#70 Fri, Nov 28, 8:47PM PST
Go to the park? Certainly... Flash....*He shakes his head, trying to look stern.* You can if you want to. I'm not going to bail you out if you get arrested, though! *His mock anger fades into more laughter.* A little dog? Whatever for?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#72 Fri, Nov 28, 8:57PM PST
Y'wou'dn' come git'me? Awwwwww...~~He gives the trader a look of mock-hurt, fluffing a hand in his hair with absent grace.~~ A l'tt'l dog...n'som red 'air dye...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#74 Fri, Nov 28, 9:05PM PST
I never said I wouldn't come and get you, just that I wouldn't bail you out. *He nods at this, striving for a seriousness that melts instantly at the young man's feigned distress and primping.* A little dog and red hair... Oh! *And now he's laughing again, harder than before as the connection is made.* And I s'pose.... You'd want me... to get... a tie with a... strange.... design... on it? *His words are gasped out between chortles.*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#75 Fri, Nov 28, 9:07PM PST
((*Giggles madly at Neets' 'wishing' to be Scully* *Wonders if red dye would actually turn Neets' hair brown, if it wasn't bleached first- which brings her mind around to, "Would his hair be a paler shade of green, if bleached, or a goldeny-blond?"*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#76 Fri, Nov 28, 9:19PM PST
~~His look pure wickedness, he wiggles his hips at the trader, looking over his shoulder.~~ Com'n git'me... ~~Snickering for all he's worth, he nods as comprehension dawns on the other man's face.~~ Yeah...n'git'a bad 'aircut...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#77 Fri, Nov 28, 9:21PM PST
((*laugh* I wonder...I bet it'd go blonde...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#78 Fri, Nov 28, 9:25PM PST
*Rubbing his eyes, he returns the salacious look as easily as Pete Sampras would a gentle lob, slipping off the bed and stretching.* I think I will... *He starts forward, but is stayed by Neets' words.* I probably -own- some ugly ties... And I don't think I could get my hair to stand up like that... *He creeps closer, settling into a slightly tense, ready-to-pounce posture...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#80 Fri, Nov 28, 9:35PM PST
Betcha cou'd...~~He grins, licking his lips and dancing back, just out of Beej's reach.~~ Can't ca'ch me... ~~Darting around the trader, he heads for the dresser, pulling the top drawer open and reaching inside, turning around with a pink and green spotted tie and another with some kind of duck on it.~~ Th'r'ya go!

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#82 Fri, Nov 28, 9:43PM PST
Well, maybe with enough gel... but then you'd pull my hair when you tried to run your fingers through it! *He reaches out and narrowly misses snagging his lover as he slips by, snapping.* Darn... Almost- Aigh! Not _those_! I'd forgotten... *He's laughing _again_, shaking his head, then sobers, holding his hands up to frame the young man and the ties* I think... I think the spotted one goes with your hair better. *A decisive nod for that, sidiling closer again...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#6 Sat, Nov 29, 7:07PM PST
Wou'dn...~~He shakes the ties in question, flipping out one like a silken whip of sorts.~~ Don' com'any clos'r... ~~The coat hanging open down the front now, and displaying his undress, his threat is somewhat...lessened.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#8 Sat, Nov 29, 7:16PM PST
Wouldn't? Wouldn't what, pull my hair or my hair stand up? *He grins, trying not to give in to any of the myriad impulses his brain gives him... He does pretend to shy at the waving tie.* Or else what? You'll... _tie_ me up? *He eyes the open coat, then fixes amused grey eyes on his beloved's face, stepping just a little closer...* ((*Giggles madly at Neets' behavior*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#9 Sat, Nov 29, 7:18PM PST
((And then there's Laurie's seven files, and GHX2a, which I forgot about, and the Brite/Min/Dro pages... The half-done Empire's Index pages- two or three there, plus all the miscellanea.... Not to mention the Homepages for each C involved... *Grin* I'd venture that we have close to two HUNDRED pages total, probably 175 online... ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#10 Sat, Nov 29, 7:24PM PST
Pull't...~~The tie lashes out again, and Neets snickers, thinking something entirely unsavory at his lover's next words.~~ Mebbe so...y'gonna stop me? ((He's being...ODD!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11 Sat, Nov 29, 7:28PM PST
Ah... That's good, I don't _like_ having my hair pulled. Who does? *A hand comes up to try and capture the the silk strip, Neets' thoughts probably no more unsavory than his own... A bit of a leer comes over his features.* Maybe... You want me to stop you? ((He is! *Sniggle* And Beej is going along with it...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#15 Sat, Nov 29, 7:35PM PST
Dunno...not many pe'p'l a'g'ess. ~~He grins, yanking the fabric back again and running it through his fingers.~~ Naaaaaah...gotta ca'ch me 'for'ya kin tie me up...or mebbe I gotta ca'ch you... ((*laugh* Oh DEAR!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#17 Sat, Nov 29, 7:44PM PST
I wouldn't think many _would_. *Watching the fingering of the tie like a hawk, shifting subtly as his gaze goes back to that pale face... The humor drains from his face at the words, replaced by amazement.* Ah... I see... *The trader slips back into salaciousness as quickly as he slipped out, filing that statement away for later...* If _you_ wanna tie _me_ up, then yes, you'll have to catch me... *Grin* Though it appears you have the advantage, being closer to the door.... *He gestures in that direction, wondering if the younger man would know the distraction for what it was.* ((*Giggle* Well, Beej says it _is_ Neets' birthday, and that one of his presents was (more of) Beej's undivided attention... *Snicker*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#19 Sat, Nov 29, 7:53PM PST
Mmmmmm...betcha'do... ~~He looks down at the ties in his hands, blinking as he realizes what he's been hinting at this whole time. His expression turning breifly puzzled, it soon settles back into happiness, recognizing the ruse for what it is, and looking towards the door anyway.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#20 Sat, Nov 29, 7:53PM PST
((*laugh* Doesn't he ALWAYS have Beej's undivided attention?))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#23 Sat, Nov 29, 8:00PM PST
Mm-hmm! *He looks down as well, face smoothing a little. Giving a little shrug, he closes the distance between them in two long steps, just putting his arms about Neets in a hug.* Gotchya... Or something. *He waffles breifly, deciding on a few quiet words...* You trust me that much?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#26 Sat, Nov 29, 8:09PM PST
~~He grins, sharp teeth glinting in the light and warmed golden eyes fixing on his beloved's face as he looks up.~~ Yeah...g'ess'a do... ~~He doesn't even seem surprised by his own words, knowing their truth and letting it ease nothing but calm happiness from him.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#27 Sat, Nov 29, 8:09PM PST
((*laugh* Beej is so...easy...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#30 Sat, Nov 29, 8:20PM PST
*He merely smiles back, feeling content, of all things. His love's pointy dentalwork doesn't even cause the usual shiver, though Beej _still_ isn't used to it... Brushing green hair from daffodil eyes once more, peering down.* That's... Well... *A snort, shaking his head.* Good. That's good to hear... *He stands there, sharing in the calm delight for a bit before his mind returns to the 'game'.* So, who caught whom?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#31 Sat, Nov 29, 8:22PM PST
((Easy? *Laugh* And he's the one that supposed to be _leaving_ his peak... *Snicker* *Is enjoying James' and Mareesa's' interaction in SM...* *Goes to clean out corningware-thingy.*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#33 Sat, Nov 29, 8:32PM PST
~~He grins, brushing those sharp teeth over the inside of a wrist he's somehow managed to capture.~~ Bett'r be good! Lov'ya Beej...n'I dunno...mebbe we shou'd try't ag'in...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#34 Sat, Nov 29, 8:32PM PST
((*grin* Easy...cheap...sluttish...I dunno...*giggle* ))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#35 Sat, Nov 29, 8:33PM PST
((*Blinks at typo* Oh, dear... It. While I don't _like_ Ti, I don't think I'd want to go so far as to cook in him... *Is sick* *Notes that The Independant Baptist Church of Anchorage's Pastor is named Stan Roach.* *Feels sorry for the man*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#36 Sat, Nov 29, 8:37PM PST
Eek! *Feigning worry, though he doesn't try to wrest control of his wrist back... He winks saucily, snickers, then with as straight a face as he can manage...* It's always good with you... I know! *And with that, he turns them both, suddenly, springing for the door...* Maybe we should... You're it!

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#37 Sat, Nov 29, 8:39PM PST
((*Laugh* Easy, cheap, sluttish... Keep the slander up, my friend, and he's liable to throw something at you! *Giggle* I notice that _Neets_ is a paragon of virtue, by comparison... *Snickers, wriggling brows*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#38 Sat, Nov 29, 8:46PM PST
~~His wink is returned, and a short bow executed before Neets lets go of his wrist.~~ Y'bett'r say th't! 'Ey! ~~He dashes off after the trader, bare feet slapping against the floor as his coat flies out after him.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#39 Sat, Nov 29, 8:52PM PST
((Cooking Ti would be bad...he'd probably be very greasy. *laugh* Um...loose, of little or no virtue...what's he picking up? *sniggle* Neets is a hormonal teenager!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#40 Sat, Nov 29, 8:57PM PST
Oh? Or else what? *Tossed over his shoulder before he skitters to a halt, trying to decide which way to go... The apartment isn't that big. Ducking into the livingroom, he stops near the overflowing excuse for a coffeetable, grinning...*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#41 Sat, Nov 29, 9:01PM PST
((No doubt. And all the chemicals! *Snigger* Loose... *Is reminded of the 'Beware: Pickpockets and loose women' sign* Judging from his location, probably a book. Or a couch cushion... *Laugh* So he has an excuse!? *Shakes head* Beej is a hormonal adult! *Feels this lacks...bite, or something* Sorry this took so long, I needed sustanence. *Has more cheese than is good for _anyone_ on her chili*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#42 Sat, Nov 29, 9:03PM PST
~~He stops himself, hands on his hips and eyes wide, daring.~~ Er els'...m'gonna...eh...dunno! Th'nk ov't w'en I getcha! ~~So saying, he takes a step into the living room, waving the ties in front of him.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#43 Sat, Nov 29, 9:09PM PST
((*grin* *Just grins s'more, waiting to be beaned with a pillow.* And I might point out that Beej picked an apt partner, if it's ease in bedding he wants...*Wonders where the fear of sex went* *grin* That's okay...I'm slow anyhow.))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#44 Sat, Nov 29, 9:10PM PST
*Laughing again at the not-quite-dignified authority that coat gives his otherwise nude lover, he jerks a thumb at the blind-covered window behind him.* It's a very good thing those aren't open right now... *Standing still, he just shakes his head.* I'm _sure_ you can come up with _something_... Ducks and polka-dots my downfall... *The latter tacked on almost absently and providing great amusement to Beej.*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#45 Sat, Nov 29, 9:13PM PST
((*Laughs* *Notes that Beej is raaaaaather distracted, at the moment...* Well... Um... *Poke* They _do_ have more between them than a thin film of moisture and a few prophylactics! *Maintains that Fear Of Sex and Guilt went to Aruba and are holding orgies of their own* *Laugh*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#46 Sat, Nov 29, 9:20PM PST
S'rv'm ri't, f'th'y'r look'n 'nside! ~~He does however, take a moment to pull the coat shut and tie it, advancing with bared teeth and ties waving in the direction of the taunting trader.~~ M'gonna 'afta keep'ya still y'kno'...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#47 Sat, Nov 29, 9:21PM PST
((Good! At least he's not going to throw things at me! I KNOW they do...but GEEZ! *laugh* Aruba...ooooo...nice!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#48 Sat, Nov 29, 9:27PM PST
Yeah, but it's that pesky indecent exposure charge popping up again... Wouldn't want _that_, would you? *He shakes his head, moving back and around the table, towards the couch... He makes a face of mock-fright, trying to stifle laughter. Sending his voice into a falsetto, he cocks a hip and flutters a limp-wristed hand at the jade-locked youth.* Oh, you beast, you!

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#49 Sat, Nov 29, 9:29PM PST
((*Rolls eyes at Beej* No, I don't know him, he just showed up one day... *Two pillows promptly fly towards the backs of the Mun's heads* Ack! *Laugh* They can and _do_ think about other things, too... They just won't let us in on it! *Frowngiggle* Yup, Aruba!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#53 Sat, Nov 29, 9:37PM PST
Lik'ya care... ~~He stands in front of the window without realizing it, allowing the dim light to filter past his thin form as he rolls his eyes.~~ Hmmph! Yer gonna th'nk'so!

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#54 Sat, Nov 29, 9:41PM PST
Only because I don't like getting tickets. *He's dropped the act, snickering* Is that a threat or a promise? *Drawing away a little bit, edging towards the far end of the couch...*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#56 Sat, Nov 29, 9:47PM PST
((Now _that_ will get a- *Whish! A book sails past 'Reese's head* *Pokes Reese* You wouldn't! *Snigger* You like him too much...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#57 Sat, Nov 29, 9:51PM PST
Y'got'a r'ngsid' se't any'ow... ~~His eyebrows lift, and he does an odd sort of jig in the direction of the trader, ties dragging behind him.~~ Prom'se...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#58 Sat, Nov 29, 9:51PM PST
((Hey! No throwing books! *Dances out of reach, snickering* I wooooouuuuuld!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#59 Sat, Nov 29, 9:55PM PST
*If Neets is trying to confuse our intrepid trader, he's succeeded... Beej stops his drift into the kitchen/dining room, puzzled.* A ringside seat? For getting a ticket? *At the strange little dance, he jumps, taking another step backwards...* A promise? Oh, dear...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#60 Sat, Nov 29, 9:56PM PST
((Well, he'd thrown the cushions... How about a soundcard? *Winces at the thought* Well, then, I'd have to...uh...uh... I'll think of something! *Grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#61 Sat, Nov 29, 10:07PM PST
Nev'rmin'...~~In truth, he'd managed to confuse himself, not that it mattered...his words were nothing but sound to fill the spaces between actions, and he wasn't paying attention to them anyway. Taking several large strides forward, he's now within touching distance of both couch and trader...and admirable position, in his mind.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#63 Sat, Nov 29, 10:13PM PST
Okay. *Grinning cheerily, he does just that. Words made for distractions, and a distraction would be good right now, in light of their locations... To Beej's dismay, he can't recall a single poem.* I can't remember any poetry, romantic quotes, or handy sayings right now... Mind if I just breathe heavy? *His smile is impish, now, and he stays where he is.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#65 Sat, Nov 29, 10:21PM PST
~~He steps forward, and his hands close over the trader's arms, holding him in place.~~ Now I cau'tcha...w'at'm I gonna do wit'ya?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#68 Sat, Nov 29, 10:32PM PST
*Shrugging, he's immediatly docile under his love's hands.* So you have. I don't know... Weren't you taking care of that end of things? *He snickers at that, wondering where the ties had gotten to...*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#69 Sat, Nov 29, 10:33PM PST
((*Nodnod* Okay... D'you just wanna wrap this up in a few more posts, or pause ?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#8 Mon, Dec 1, 1:39PM PST
((Thanks!)) M'gonna do -somth'n- inna en'...mebbe. ~~The ties in question are looped through over his wrists, and he makes a show of looking round the room.* Gotta fin' summat t'tie'ya up't...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#9 Mon, Dec 1, 1:46PM PST
((Welcome! *Grin*)) I'm _sure_ you are... *He grins at Neets, the saucy words inspiring thoughts of debauchery... His whole demeanor is compliant, accepting the circles of silk without complaint. Following the younger man's gaze, he gives another little shrug.* So you do... You don't want me escaping, do you?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#10 Mon, Dec 1, 1:49PM PST
((*Blinks* *Giggles, recalling something she once read... "Bondage is acceptable with silk handkerchiefs but not handcuffs?"))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#11 Mon, Dec 1, 1:52PM PST
~~Giggling, as he finds this a rather silly game, he tugs on the ties, leading the trader back towards the bedroom.~~ Nope! Ain't gonna letcha go now.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#12 Mon, Dec 1, 1:54PM PST
((*gigglegrin* Yeah! Because handcuffs chafe, whereas silk is a sensory fabric, and can be enjoyed against the skin. *blink* Um...WHERE do I pick this up? *laugh* *Refrains from going into endorphin highs and how they affect never-endings.*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#13 Mon, Dec 1, 1:55PM PST
((never=nerve.))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#14 Mon, Dec 1, 1:57PM PST
You aren't? Now whatever shall I do? *Allowing himself to be led, his eyes widen in mock fright.* Aaigh! No! Anything but that... *His protests are all hot air, as is his foot-dragging...*

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15 Mon, Dec 1, 2:00PM PST
((*Blink* *Laugh* Of course! Silly me... *Idly wonders where Reese picks this stuff up as well, but refrains from asking* *Thinks they should own a copy of the book entitled 'Talk Dirty To Me', which is about sexual practices in america, or something..* *Read an excerpt and liked it*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#17 Mon, Dec 1, 2:09PM PST
~~Seeing right through the act, he heads with a determined step towards the bed.~~ Yer' gonna take w'at'a giv'ya, y'he'r? ~~Trying his best for a deeper tone, something of a menacing growl, he discovers his voice doesn't really lend itself well to such things.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#18 Mon, Dec 1, 2:10PM PST
((*grin* I have way too much information... *snigger*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#6 Thu, Dec 4, 12:36PM PST
*Still trailing 'reluctantly' after his lover, he flaps his hands in a very pale imitation of an escape attempt.* I will? *His voice somehow manages to convey hope, uncertainty and more false fear with his next words.* And I'll like it?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#8 Thu, Dec 4, 12:42PM PST
~~Giggling now, as if struck by the sheer silliness of the situation, he makes a great show of crossing his arms over his thin chest and nodding, ala some genie in a story.~~ Yer dam'ri'tcha will! ~~And the next second, his voice falls to an almost girlish whisper, and thick emerald lashes flutter appropriately.~~ I 'ope'ya lik't...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#10 Thu, Dec 4, 12:55PM PST
*And Beej is doing his best -not- to laugh, as absurd as the picture is... He -is- grinning broadly, though.* If you say so... *He leans forward a little, the better to catch that whisper... The batted lashes aren't missed at all.* I'll write you a report... *Smirk* ((*Blinks at this post* I hope this is okay, because it feels a litlle...flat, to me...*grumbles*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#13 Thu, Dec 4, 1:02PM PST
~~Giggling for a few seconds longer, he tugs on the ties experimentally.~~ Ain't c'rt'an a'lik'yer 'ands all ti'd up lik'th't... ~~Hands resting on the pockets of his coat, he looks distinctly speculative over the whole mess, nibbling at his lip in thought.~~ Mebbe f'ya prom'se't be'ave...mebbe a'kin letcha'go th'n. ((*grin* S'okay.))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#16 Thu, Dec 4, 1:11PM PST
*The giggles finally extract some quiet chortling from the trader, whose relaxed arms rise and fall with each pull of the silk.* Well, you're not cutting the circulation off, yet, so I don't mind... *One corner of his mouth falls and an eyebrow quirks, giving his face a decidedly loopy, lopsided expression. Love suffuses it all, though, and he just shrugs.* If I promise, and I don't? Then what? *A slightly wicked challenge is in there, somewhere.* ((*Rolls eyes at herself* Oh, good... *Wishes she weren't so insecure, at times*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#18 Thu, Dec 4, 1:24PM PST
~~He tugs once more, fingers sliding up the length of one silken bond to rest lightly on the trader's wrist.~~ F'ya prom'se, n'ya don'? Mmmmm...y'don wanna kno'...awful th'ngs... ~~Leering deliciously, he slips forward, pressing his nearly-unclothed body tight against his lover's.~~ Cause'll tie'ya up...~~He pauses, punctuating each statement with a kiss~~...n'I'll getcha all flust'r'd lik...n'th'n'll le've. ~~Eyes wide and innocent as he can make them, he takes two careful steps back, waving the ties between them rather like jump ropes.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#21 Thu, Dec 4, 1:36PM PST
*His voice slips back up the scale, grey eyes rolling in an exaggerated manner, and his (relatively) free hand flaps again.* Oooh... You are _such_ a -tease-! *Gaping a little with made up shock, he shakes his head before the kisses stay such movements.* That does...sound tortuous... I think I could.... Behave. *He returns the smooches between his words, rather liking that method of communication. The innocence doesn't fool him for a minute, but he nods, sighing as the younger man steps back.* I promise to _try_ to behave.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#24 Thu, Dec 4, 1:44PM PST
Ooookay...f'ya prom's...~~He slips up close again, using deft little fingers to undo the loose knots around the trader's hands. Rather fond of kissing himself, he lifts Beej's wrist to his lips, planting kisses as soft as butterfly wings where his mock shackles rested.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#26 Thu, Dec 4, 1:50PM PST
I promised I'd try... *A bright grin for that, before it softens into a warm smile as his wrists are freed from the smooth fabric. He moves his fingers to cup the elfin face, a faint rippling of gooseflesh along his arm at the brush of lips...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#29 Thu, Dec 4, 1:56PM PST
~~The process is repeated on the other arm, before Neets' mouth moves higher, tracing the path of those bright veins just under the golden skin.~~ Y'bett'r...love'ya Beej.

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#32 Thu, Dec 4, 2:02PM PST
*The trader stands still, watching the attention given his hands and arms with something getting close to wonder... Another little shiver and he nods once more, suddenly grinning again.* I know, I know... Love you, too...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#35 Thu, Dec 4, 2:08PM PST
~~Words don't seem needed right now, so he merely continues his path up his lover's arms, and then back down the upper side when he reaches his shirt. Having suitably, in his mind, covered some of the bases, he stands a little away, appraising, and debating what to do next.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#37 Thu, Dec 4, 2:16PM PST
*Deciding that continued immobility is the safest path to take, his eyes are the only thing that track Neets' movements... Another muted sigh as the younger man steps away, holding arms out to the sides, displaying himself. Beej holds the pose for a few moments, turning under the scrutiny, then lodging hands in pockets and awaiting...whatever comes next.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#39 Thu, Dec 4, 2:23PM PST
~~Nibbling his lower lip again, he sighs, but it's far from unhappy. In fact, he looks well nigh content with what he's been offered, and closes the small space between them again, allowing the coat to slip further back on his shoulders.~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#41 Thu, Dec 4, 2:31PM PST
*Content... That would describe Beej's sigh as well... After a fashion. Mostly content, with an element of deprivation... the sigh is retracted as the green-haired youth steps close again. A hand rises as those tempting, porcelain shoulders are revealed, but he manages to keep from reaching over by pressing his hand over his heart, as if to keep it in his chest...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#44 Thu, Dec 4, 2:44PM PST
~~A quiet little...well, it's caught halfway between a moan and a sigh, and it's given forth as he reaches for the trader's hand again.* M'not gonna 'afta tell'ya w'at t'do m'I?

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#46 Thu, Dec 4, 2:54PM PST
*Brows rising at the small sound, a shrug and a small grin as his hand is captured by his love.* You can if you want to.... I thought it was sort of your point, when you made me promise... *His words are soft, a little surprised with shadings of puzzlement... He's still compliant, wnating nothing more than for Neets to be happy.*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#49 Thu, Dec 4, 3:03PM PST
~~He grins shyly, ducking his head and leaning against his love.~~ Thou't't mi't be kin'a fun...but a'feel...silly'r'summat. 'Mbarass'd.

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#51 Thu, Dec 4, 3:12PM PST
*Tanned arms wrap around the wool-covered body before him and his cheek comes to rest against those mossy tresses, nodding a little.* Embarrassed? Miz Nosey's not home, I saw her on her way to the elevator... *He loses the teasing as suddenly as he adopted it, tone light but serious.* Today is for you. You want to order me about? Go right ahead.... *Lifting his face and pulling back a fraction, bringing a hand around to tilt his beloved's chin, wanting to peer into honey-gold eyes.* It's what I'm here for. *Another of his grins at the words* And if you don't? Well, that's fine, too...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#52 Thu, Dec 4, 3:25PM PST
~~His fine-boned features rumple as he considers the words, and his arms slip willingly around the trader's waist.~~ D'rath'r kno' yer' doin't 'cause y're'lly wan'to. S'bett'r th't way, t'me, know'n th't t'oth'r pers'n wants t'be th're, n'wan's t'do ...w'atev'r.

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#53 Thu, Dec 4, 3:36PM PST
Now, I _never_ said I didn't -want- to.... *He pauses, considering their words, the implications...* 'Course, I also never mentioned that I -did-, either... So much for communication. *Pressing another gentle kiss on the furrowed brow, he nods.* I was thinking it'd be...interesting.... I've never agreed to be tied up, before.... *The admission is as quiet as the rest of his words have been and carries nothing but curiosity, leaving the paths open for...?*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#55 Thu, Dec 4, 3:42PM PST
~~He nods, finding the words he couldn't speak him self flowing from his lover's lips.~~ S'w'at'a me'n...ain't any fun f'ya don' wanna be doin't. ~~His eyebrows lift, green tufts of quetioning, and then lower again in time for his own soft-voiced admission.~~ Ain't nev'r ti'd an'body els' up. Dunno f'I'd do't ri't...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#54 Thu, Dec 4, 3:38PM PST
((*Eyes Beej* You're keeping things from me, again, aren't you? *Gets a pillow thrown at her*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#56 Thu, Dec 4, 3:48PM PST
((*laugh* Beej is KINKY! *sniggle*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#58 Thu, Dec 4, 3:48PM PST
((The Spin Doctors are neat.))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#59 Thu, Dec 4, 3:58PM PST
I know. And I think we could follow this conversational circle until we've exhausted all the ways of saying the same things.... *The hand at Neets' face moves to slide down his slender back.* Y'know, I think this is sort of like having dinner with my family... You weren't sure you'd like the food, until you tried it.... I don't know if it'll be fun, but I'm willing to find out. *Another nod, giving his lover a bit of a squeeze.* I'm sure you could manage...

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#60 Thu, Dec 4, 4:01PM PST
((*Beej throws a pillow at Reesa, too* How do you know!? || *Grin* *Whispers* He must be, a little... *Ducks* *Nodnod* I like their 'Two Princes'... And the one in the hat, with the beard? He looks like my dad, when he was younger.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#61 Thu, Dec 4, 4:06PM PST
~~He grins, first up on his tiptoes to kiss his beloved, and then stooping to the floor to retrieve the ties.~~ Mebbe yer' ri't...fact, ya'prob'b'ly ar'... ~~Looping the silken fabric around the back of Beej's neck, he tugs, pulling the stubbly face towards his own.~~ ((That's alright. *grin* I think I want to go pretty soon anyhow, at least for awhile...we could finish this up maybe...?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#62 Thu, Dec 4, 4:10PM PST
((*Sticks tongue out at Beej and points at Neets.* You're gonna let him tie you up, freak-boy! *giggle* Really? Cool. I've only heard a few of their songs, but they seem pretty good.))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#63 Thu, Dec 4, 4:14PM PST
*Accepting the short kiss with a smile, he remains in place...* I am? Well... I think we're about to find out.... *The pressure of the cravat against the back of his head has the expected effect, Beej trading in words for the opportunity to cover Neets' mouth with his own.* ((*Grin* 'Kay... *Nodnod* Let's see if we can't finish this up now... *Snicker* The Interlude should be interesting, to say the least...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#64 Thu, Dec 4, 4:19PM PST
((Yeah? Well, you... Damn, that won't work... *the trader just grumbles at Reese and holds onto Neets a little tighter.* -I- don't do reports on fetishes and stuff.... || *Blinks with alarm* This is getting out of hand... *Nodnod* I've only heard a couple of their songs, too... *Reminds self to put 'Two Princes' on the SongList* I think they're a fairly old band, late eighties or early nineties....))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#65 Thu, Dec 4, 4:23PM PST
~~He waits to answer, giving his tongue thorough time to explore the still wonderous cavern of Beej's.~~ Soun's lik't. Nev'r kno'...a'mi't be good't't. ~~He leads again, the few steps to the bed.~~ ((*giggles* Oh Lord and Lady...Interlude should be PRICELESS! *laugh* Fraser Deals With Bondage. *grin* I assume that those comments about innocent males in Mari's e-mail were about him?))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#66 Thu, Dec 4, 4:27PM PST
((*snicker* No...you just participate in them! || *gigglegrin* Just be happy they don't know that someone is watching them! ))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#67 Thu, Dec 4, 4:33PM PST
*He happily reciprocates the explorations, faintly wondering at the flavor of the young man's mouth...* They say variety is the secret.... And maybe I'll like it. *The trader follows, amused at the thought of the shorter man leading him about like one would lead...something, by the nose...The phrase escapes him, at the moment.* ((*Lol* Yeah! Trinity is going to be trying to apologize for her behavior.... *Cackle* Oh, Dear... And Neets and Beej have chosen the mildest of the myriad possibilities, too! *Nodnod* Yeah, that was him. *Grin* She likes him...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#68 Thu, Dec 4, 4:36PM PST
((*Glower* Not _yet_, you sick woman... And this isn't a fetish, yet. *Snort* || *Snigger* That's a good point! *Idly wonders what Beej would do (besides nearly die of embarrassment) if he found out*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#69 Thu, Dec 4, 4:41PM PST
Mebbe so...~~He remains rather quiet, awed and almost frightened by the trust placed in him. Knowing full well the kind of power given over when one is immoble, and the consequences of giving it, he swallows a little nervously and turns his mind away, to thoughts of here and now, and love. There'd never been love before this, only money... Keeping that in mind, his posture relaxes somewhat, and warmed golden orbs come to rest on Beej.~~ I 'ope'ya do... ((*giggle* I know! Jeez...they could have gone in for S&M or something!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#70 Thu, Dec 4, 4:43PM PST
((*laugh* Suuuuuure....-yet-. On -both- counts. *rolls eyes*|| *giggle* We'd best be quiet then!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#71 Thu, Dec 4, 4:53PM PST
*The faint nervousness echoing between them brings a hand up, Beej brushing at a few stray strands of malachite hair.* We'll just go slowly, at first. *-Reassurance|love- pools around the words as he tips his head to the side, watching that alabaster face....* Well, shall we find out? *He gestures to the bed, one corner of his mouth quirked up.* ((*Grin* Nope, they couldn't... Well, at least not S&M, because neither of them could bring themselves to hurt the other. *Nodnod* Now, 'Or Something', on the other hand... *Laugh*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#72 Thu, Dec 4, 4:56PM PST
((*Glare* Eh, yeah, well... Not everyone has to have a fetish, ya know... *Blink* *Grumble* || *Laugh* Yeah, I guess so... *Sniggers in a totally juvenile manner at the fact that Neets' last IC post was #69* *Is childish, at times*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#73 Thu, Dec 4, 5:00PM PST
'Co'rs' we will...~~He nods his acceptance, and his grin develops, futhering itself along into wicked amusement as the palms of his hands splay flat across the trader's chest. Licking his lips, he pushes him back across the mattress, scrambling to kneel over him.~~ S'gonna be kin'a fun...((I think that should wrap it up fairly well...*nodnod* ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#74 Thu, Dec 4, 5:04PM PST
((Mmmmmm....but you've certainly found one to play with. *giggle* Go pay attention to Neets...|| *snicker* You're sick...))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#75 Thu, Dec 4, 5:11PM PST
Ooogh! *This exclamation and a laugh are his only answers for Neets, squirming a little so there's less danger of falling off the bed... He stretches, leaving his hands at apex of movement, fingertips caressing the headboard. The impishness of his lover while wearing that coat makes him laugh harder, but he manages to get a few words out...* I think so.... ((Wrap up what, the SL or the bondage discussion? *Thinks it could do either*))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#76 Thu, Dec 4, 5:15PM PST
((Play with...? *Another glower, peering at Reese over Neets' shoulder* Whattya think I'm _trying_ to do? Feh! || *Innocent look* Who, me? *Giggle* Read the message called 'How To Sing The Blues' in Discussion... It's pretty funny.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#77 Thu, Dec 4, 5:22PM PST
~~Reaching back, he pulls off the coat and tosses it over the footboard.~~ S'too 'ot t'be wear'n an'th'n...~~So saying, he sets about undoing the clothing of his counterpart.~~ ((*grin* Both.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#78 Thu, Dec 4, 5:29PM PST
((*snickers at Beej* I shall read this message.))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#79 Thu, Dec 4, 5:29PM PST
*Once more, his chuckling has trailed off into the odd paroxym of glee. He takes a couple of deep breaths, calming down enough to grin up at his partner.* If it isn't now it will be.... *Half-closed eyes watch as nimble fingers fiddle with closures, the trader relaxing, confident that his trust is well-placed, leaving no room in his mind for anything but pleasure and anticipation...* ((-Ping!- Finis, for me... *grin* ))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#80 Thu, Dec 4, 5:32PM PST
((*Beej ignores the snickering, drawing a curtain* || *Giggle* Funny, he's not usually like that... ))