The Upper Office

[Mister J]

... We both know those aren't the right character for you.
*grins and sets the pink aside*

So, what, you gettin' us ready for taxman over there?

*comes to peer over his shoulder, leaning down to peek at his papers*

*nods*

True enough. I'll have to see what the interwebz has to offer towards a pair of Joker boxers.

*peeks back over his shoulder and smirks*

Curious are we?

 

[Mephistophelily]

*nods*

True enough. I'll have to see what the interwebz has to offer towards a pair of Joker boxers.

*peeks back over his shoulder and smirks*

Curious are we?

Mew.
*smiles and hugs around his shoulders*
You know I'm nosey.
Can't keep out until I get shoo'ed away... And then I get twice as bad...

 

[Mister J]

Mew.
*smiles and hugs around his shoulders*
You know I'm nosey.
Can't keep out until I get shoo'ed away... And then I get twice as bad...

You? Bad? Couldn't be...

*snickers a bit before leaning back in the chair*

Soru needs noms. A sammich potentially.

*looks up at her through his glasses*

Be back in a bit, sweets.

*kisses her chin and slips away*

Oh and find a pair of boxers for me and I'll get 'em.

*winks before disappearing out the door*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Sticks out her tongue before smiling and touching her chin*
You really want to send me on a shopping hunt? This could end... badly.
*Grins and waves bye*

I need to go pull laundries for a bit myself.

 

[Mister J]

*strolls back in and plops down at the desk*

Sooo, how goes the hunt?

 

[Mephistophelily]

Expensively.
The only thing I could find wasn't what I was hoping for...
And it's waaaaay more than I thought they would be.

 

[Mister J]

Expensively.
The only thing I could find wasn't what I was hoping for...
And it's waaaaay more than I thought they would be.

Again. Ridiculously curious.

*pulls her onto his lap*

Show me.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Sits in his lap and pulls up the browser on the computer*
Oh sure, ask me for something I had on the laptop and now I'm on the Mac.
*Turns enough to poke his nose, then goes back to finding it*




There we are...

 

[Mister J]

*Sits in his lap and pulls up the browser on the computer*
Oh sure, ask me for something I had on the laptop and now I'm on the Mac.
*Turns enough to poke his nose, then goes back to finding it*




There we are...

Oh! Soru likey!

*smirks and nips at her neck*

And they aren't expensive at all. Like... at all.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Wriggles with the nibble*
Mm. Must just be me then... I tend to be a... thriftier shopper, I suppose.

Guess I should pay a bit more for things close to important places, though.
*Silently curses the bras who decided to go against her and attempt to cut off her boobs*

 

[Mephistophelily]

The Doctor was right.
Hats are cool.
I wear a hat now.

 

[Mister J]

*smiles*

Looks good on ya, tiger.

 

[Mephistophelily]

It's warm.... Finally got snow, so I needed one.
I hate those beanie style ones...

 

[Mister J]

It's warm.... Finally got snow, so I needed one.
I hate those beanie style ones...

Oh yeah me too! (Totally has one and loves it.)

 

[Mephistophelily]

Oh yeah me too! (Totally has one and loves it.)

They look good on guys and babies.

Just... Not me.

 

[Mister J]

They look good on guys

I dunno... you tell me.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Looks great t' me!
*pulls it over his eyes and sneaks a kiss on his cheek*
Mwaaahahaaaa... I'm sneaky.

 

[Mister J]

Looks great t' me!
*pulls it over his eyes and sneaks a kiss on his cheek*
Mwaaahahaaaa... I'm sneaky.

It's so dawk in heeeewerrr...

*peeks out*

I underestimated the sneakiness.

 

[Mephistophelily]

On you, awesome.

On me..

Not so much.

 

[Light Ice]

It was something more than quickness and that was the truth of it. He was sharp after her, never more than a stride, but she had the advantage of knowing where they were headed and that left him to react - gave her that split second to stretch just beyond his grasp each time he managed to close the distance. His lungs worked to fill themselves with air, his legs stretched out to chew up the necessary strides between them.

But she was cutting and weaving, little legs moving light ahead, and all at once she was up the stairs.

He strode blindly into the Office. His breath ragged.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Hauls ass up the metal stairs outside her club, flinging open the heavy door and diving under her desk*

Let's harass the Iceman. That was smart. Let's pick on him! That was smart!
Let's tell him to chase us!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!

 

[Mister J]

On you, awesome.

On me..

Not so much.

Hee hee. As always, you look cute.

 

[Light Ice]

"You ran upstairs into a closed room. That's a start."

His words came from behind her. Came as he closed the door, pushing it with a big hand until the tumbler clicked ominously in his wake. The trouble with it all was that it made him feel fortunate she made a mistake. Beneath the surface, rippling through him, the harsh chord of the primitive echoed the frustration of not catching her earlier in the open ground.

He took a step towards her.

The decor was paid little mind. These details, today, were beyond his otherwise meticulous eye. Fixed, his stare remained sharpened intensely on her. Green and gold beneath the lights, his wolfish features drawn. He didn't just stride. He stalked.

Lily was a favorite. She knew it, too. There was something inherently girlish in the way she moved. The way she spoke. He paid almost no mind to the desk between them even as his hands found its edge and he braced himself against it.

He half expected her to bolt for one side, or the other, in an attempt to get behind him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Cringing slightly as the door goes closed, his flat tease taunting her over her own earlier. "Hey, you were- you were asking for that, and you know it. You don't say something that blunt and NOT expect me to comment back!"

He was coming closer.
He was making her feel like this was a horror flick.

As soon as his hands hit the wood, she jumped.
Laughed.
She tended to do that when she had no idea what to do. Panic? Confusion? Lack of other options?

"Um... Want a drink? I can have something... up... or..."

 

[Light Ice]

A drink. It'd sounded nice a few minutes ago. Better an hour ago. He'd been rounding the desk slow while she spoke, fought the urge to smile when she laughed. It was that nervous, girlish energy all over again. It made him aware of her. With a stretch of his hand he closed the distance between them, felt fabric beneath his fingers and soft warmth beneath. A feminine shape.

He had her.

It was a tentative thing. These moments came and went in small and sparse instances. The strength of his fingers passed along her rounded hip, found the small of her back and pressed, goaded her close as his head bent.

The silk of her cheek brushed against his.

"You're fucking fast." Humor now. It'd been a long time since they'd had time together. "Make it easier for me to catch you next time. I'm getting old."