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| New RN's. How bout it? |
| I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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 Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:41 pm
*Hearing his voice, she gets a huge grin on her face and turns to see Officer Dougherty standing just inside the doorway of their bedroom. She walks up to him, puts her arms around him and kisses him deeply. After a good long while, she pulls back slightly and says quietly to him…* Happy Birthday my darling. heart *She releases him.* I'll be right back. *She goes to her closet, brings out a large gift and hands it to him.* I got you a little something. 4laugh
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SP-O Wlm Dougherty rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 14
Total: 15 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:54 pm
*When she turned around, he took immediate notice of her Police attire and let out a chuckle. When came over and kissed him, he thoroughly enjoyed every second of it and responded back passionately.* Mmmm, thank you. biggrin *Licking his lips slightly, he watches her every move in that outfit as she disappears into the closet and returns with a wrapped package for him. Sitting down on the end of the bed, he takes the gift and opens it.* Oh wow! Black Ops Gear! I've been wanting this for awhile now! Thank you! *He sets the box aside and pulls her down into his lap, sliding his hand along her leg.* And is this outfit part of my birthday present as well? Heh heh heh ... wink Edited. *Points up at quarters win* 
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:58 pm
*She grins coyly at him as she gets up and goes over to the small bar in their bedroom. She opens the mini refrigerator and pulls out a can of spray whipped cream. As she shakes up the can, she gets onto their bed opening the can as she casually lays back. She then sprays a line of whipped cream from her neck down the very long opening on her spandex police outfit to her navel.* Why yes my darling…yes it is. I'm dessert. wink heart
EDIT ((Need to go, Officer. Enjoy your "dessert" and Happy Birthday. wink heart ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:05 pm
(( OK. Thanks for the quarters win ... and the bday presents! twisted ))
Hmm, I see ... Heh ... *Grinning from ear to ear, he takes off his boots, his gear belt and badge, setting them aside. He then strips off all his clothes, except for his boxers. Then on all fours, he gets on at the end of the bed and starts to crawl over her, pausing to stop and look at her.*
Oh what a dilemma ... where should I start? *He looks into her eyes and licks his lips again while sliding his knee upwards, rubbing between her thighs. He leans down and gives her another passionate kiss. After several heated moments, he crawls backwards with his decision. He kisses her abdomen, then ever so slowly starts licking upward, making sure he gets ... every ... single ... inch ... of her skin that is covered with that delicious whipped topping ... and more. twisted
At times, he pauses to gaze back up at her from that position he is in, smiling, with some of that whipped cream surrounding his mouth and smudged into his mustache. And so it goes into the night, with the Officer licking his just desserts and showing his beloved exactly how much he enjoys his birthday presents ... * heart
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 6:24 am
*wakes up, stretches with a smiles and makes her way up casually to the bar through the office and such*
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:28 am
*makes his way up to the main bar area, a lit clove already in hand as he walks in*
Bwa~el~ kre'tan~ 4laugh
*saunters over behind the counter and begins to browse through the bottles of liquor, feeling like having something other than wine but not quite sure what to go with. While he looks at the bottles on the shelves, he drapes one arm around his midsection and idly shifts his weight from one side to the other slowly, causing a swaying motion, the chain of his belt jingling a little with his movement. On the side of his hip, just slightly above his pantline, the edge of some kind of blemish can be seen.*
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:38 am
*not because she's staring but because she's observant and a little OCD about order she notices the mark on Vixtul's hip but feels nervous about saying anything feeling it would be an invasion of privacy to do so*
Good morning to you Vixtul
*smiles and makes herself a cappuccino*
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:17 am
*takes interest in a rectangular shaped bottle labled "ApfelKorn" and takes it down. Not really sure what glass would be most appropriate for such a liquor since he has never had it before, he just gets a small tumbler and hopes it is not seen as too strange to drink it out of such sweatdrop *
I hope you are well, jallil *smiles at her while pouring. He barely fills the glass, not knowing if he is even going to like the taste yet*
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:19 am
*an hour later, she and Lo pull into the parking lot behind the building, unloading and heading to the her back entrance. As soon as they reach the door, Lo gets that look about her. Scanning quickly, she goes inside and places Lo's things in her temporary room, grabbing the essentials for walking the animal.
Later, they return and she washes up, fixing Lo breakfast and herself a glass of cranberry juice. While the leopard ate, she padded into her room to shower and change*
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:26 am
Oh I am thank you.
Is everything alright for you?...
No that I'm trying to pry or that I'm insinuating anything might be wrong.... sweatdrop
*fidgets with her coffee almost tipping it over on the bar*
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:34 am
Xas xas. Everything is quite bronretla 4laugh
*moves an ashtray closer to flick off the ashes of his clove before picking up the glass he just poured.* Are you sure you are alright? You seem a bit... how you say... "uneasy", xas?
*Takes in the scent of his liquor before having a sip, rolling it over his tongue a bit before swallowing to get a feel for the flavor*
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:43 am
eek redface
Oh nono - I'm fine I just thought maybe...
well I noticed that...
umm....
*lifts her hadn over her head and laughs uncomfortably*
oh never mind.
*gives a sigh of relief*
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:57 am
*tilts his head slightly at Lady Ayami's strange behavior. He pours a little more of the ApfelKorn into his glass before putting the bottle back where he found it, then walks around the counter and sits on one of the middle stools*
In the instance you are willing to tell me what it is that is bothering you, just know that I am more than willing to listen. Although, I understand if you do not wish to speak of it. I am only trying to help. *smiles and takes another sip of his drink*
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 9:07 am
*gives and exasperated sigh*
*whispers*
Don't think me judgmental or that it be strange that I would notice...
But it seems you have some kind of blemish on your hip...
I had never noticed it before and it causes me worry sweatdrop gonk
Oh please do not think me rude.... redface
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 9:24 am
*blinks a few times, gently setting down his glass and looking at her with a puzzled expression.* Blemish?
*looks down at his hips, not seeing anything at first, but after swiveling a little from one side to the other with his arms lifted slightly so they do not block his view, he suddenly sees what she spoke of and blushes profusely* Gi... gi ussta! eek redface How embarrassing sweatdrop redface
*puts out his clove and tries to pull the waist of his pants up to cover it* I did not realize it was visible. I had actually forgotten it was there at all sweatdrop redface Naturally you would not have noticed it before since it was not there before redface Gi ussta... sweatdrop I thought it would be out of view. redface
It... it is nothing to worry about, jallil redface I suppose I should have chosen my wardrobe a bit more wisely sweatdrop redface
*through the embarrassment, a boyish grin starts to appear* I am actually a bit glad you had told me so I know to wear things less revealing for a while redface
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