sacrilege.

teeth grit, frustration on her face as she glances from him to the other criminals in the cell before back to him. even with a good lawyer, she’s probably screwed with the footage they got of her. this is rosie only chance to get out with a clean record - not to mention clean other things given the way the other prisoners are staring at her. “fine. i’ll do it,” she finally grits out, words accompanied by a small huff. “now get me out of here and we can do what we need to do.”

eve knows it’s a horrific idea to be doing what they’re doing. it doesn’t stop her anymore than it stops him, needy sounds slipping from her every time he bottoms out in the tight wetness of her cunt. “why didn’t you fuck me sooner then? i’ve been waiting,” eve taunts breathlessly and it’s true. he’s often been the focus of late night fantasies, fingers buried in her pussy no substitute for the real thing now that she has it. “i do, please - fuck. please breed me. fuck me full and breed my tight pussy.”

"see, that’s smart. he was always super cool and who doesn’t love some jeff goldblum? i will say, you seem to have gotten the slick fashion down,” she teases a little, words paired with a giggle as she gestures to medical scrubs that match her own. her own style outside of work is optimistically described as goofy, all bright colors and fun patterns, so she knows she’s nowhere near slick or cool. then again, her ongoing rambling isn’t exactly making a strong argument for coolness either. “did you ever find any? i found a cool rock one time when i was a kid that i swore up and down was a fossil. i guess nobody had the heart to tell me the truth.” another giggle and a shake of her head. “don’t worry, i can be the tough one. no idea how you made it through vet school though. i’ve got a pretty tough tummy and there were definitely a few classes that got me.”

"that’s fucking bullshit. you’re a cheat and it’s bullshit and you know it. you just wanted her to yourself and me out of the fucking way.” his tone is sharp and furious and there’s some part of him that’s stinging with hurt right down in the core of him, regret at not going for grace first and regret at allowing wyatt to treat him like this. “it’s like i’m not even your friend like i thought - i’m just some fucking dude in-between you and what you want.” bayou hits the ground hard and he’s still catching his breath when the fist hits his jaw hard, sending a shock of pain straight through his skull. “i think it’ll be productive in making me feel better about my best friend being a back stabbing douchebag,” he snaps before moving fast as he can, throwing a leg out and his body weight up to flip their positions so he’s on top, straddling the other man. “if anyone here is crazy, it’s you. i thought you weren’t some useless jackass. guess i was wrong.” 

james listens with nervous curiosity, not sure what to expect from the younger woman’s insistence. clearly it’s no grand violent emergency but if something is wrong enough for her to approach him like this, he suspects he ought to listen. curiosity quickly turns to surprise when genevieve talks about his marriage ( to her sister no less ) with such distain. even if it’s truthful - which it most certainly is - it’s something entirely inappropriate for her to say and they both know it, but that’s nothing compared to what follows. “you’re offering yourself?” gaze flicks to the closed door behind her, tongue running across his lips for a brief moment before he pushes himself to standing with a sigh. is this some sort of trick? is she meant to test his loyalty to her sister? “and what precisely are you offering?” he knows, of course, but he wants to hear her say it out loud.

raised in the court she may have been, but a shield maiden she is as well and perhaps not the most gentle between the pair of them when ire strikes. "better they bear your social graces than mine. i fear i lack the grace and patience you have to deal with the dunledings.” eowyn is unbothered by any damage or scars left behind on her beloved other than wishing they had not happened at all. there are few that emerged from the war of the ring unscathed. her own sword arm will never have the strength it had before ( when the cold strikes, her grip often fails entirely but it is a small price to pay for the death of the witch king and the avenging of her uncle.) and if, perhaps, she feels the weight of war on her bones, she will simply be glad to be alive to feel it. “i should hope none of the elves hear you speak as such. i suspect they might take offense.” a soft joke as she presses into close, enjoying the familiar warm taste of his lips. “it went well. aldburg is thriving and expanding and they have welcomed any refugees with open arms. they made a request of more arms and help training a guard of their own and i already spoke to eomer about providing both. altogether a success and i am glad for it.”

"lots of people suck and i’m sorry. i guess if someone doesn’t really see you as a person, they’ll just be shitty about it instead of caring. that sucks.” a brief pause and a small, certain nod, as if he’d made his mind up about something. “i’ll kick their asses too. i’ll stick around and anyone wants to be rude, i’ll fight them.” once again, not wildly likely but the passion and intention was there and that’s what really counts when it comes to kai and his general dumbassery. “i can be that for you.” his voice is softer now, arms still wrapped around the other as he pulls back just enough to look up at them. if his gaze lingers on their lips a little longer than it should and his own lips press together in a flustered thought, oh well. “do you...think it would warm you up more if i...i mean, if you want, it’s just an idea but i think...” fingers curl and uncurl against their colder shape and a small, nervous laugh rolls out of him. “i mean we could - i guess, you and...me...it’d be hot - i mean warm, warmer, you know, if we...kiss? do you...maybe wanna give it a shot?”

the dinner conversation isn’t particularly boring, but it also isn’t particularly exciting either. danny is half listening, piping up occasionally when the attention turns to him, but otherwise his attention is somewhere else - right up until the moment he feels a hand on his thigh, far too close to his core to be an accidental brush. eyes widen for a flash and attention turns to the person seated to his side, though he tries to keep his expression level and not draw attention towards them as he freezes. “what are you doing?” a quick whisper with an edge of flustered panic, jaw tight as he thanks god for the low lighting concealing his flush.

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear!”

it’s not unusual for someone to want to speak to him privately. sometimes confession isn’t enough, sometimes they just need more direct guidance. either way, theo is always happy to help and so he gives him a gentle smile as they settle down on the pew beside him. the church is empty, no one there besides the two of them, and there’s a delicate peace in the quiet. “what is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

idle gaze slides across the snack selection, picking up a couple before putting them back a couple seconds later. nothing is really calling to her, so she eventually gives up and grabs a glass bottle of coca-cola ( why not be a little fancy to celebrate her first solo road trip? ) before heading up to the counter. thoughts are elsewhere as she pays, inquiring about the bathroom and finding out dismally that it’s located outside on the back end of the small store. josie trudges out there with a sigh, annoyance and distraction only increased when she realizes it doesn’t close behind her. whatever, she’ll just do her business quick and get on with the trip.

the dress is held up against her body as she looks in the mirror, trying to judge the fit and exactly how much skin it will show. she’s naked otherwise, despite the other two in the room watching her, but that’s normal for them. their dynamic is well established, cora being the pair’s toy to use and abuse however they like - and she likes it just as well. “do you think it’s short enough?” finally her gaze pulls from the mirror to look over at them, curious and deferent.

"thanks again for having me over.” the words come out as a giggle, tone tinted with exhaustion after an afternoon and evening of hanging out. it’s late, a bit past midnight last she checked the clock, and despite the fun she’s having, cora can barely keep her eyes open. “sorry for heading to bed so early but i’m sure we can still hang out in the morning.” she’s changed into her pajamas, a tank top and a pair of shorts that leave little to the imagination, and she’s heading towards bed, a little embarrassed to be the first one going to sleep.

"while the thought is kind and much appreciated, i am telling you now that i would like your touch.” attention turns towards him, sweet despite her typically more duty focused demeanor. hands reach out to take his, smile tugging up on the edge of her lips. “whether this marriage was by choice or duty, i am lucky to have you as my husband. i am a very lucky woman.” ava means it with her whole heart; many women have much much worse arranged marriages and she is lucky to actually adore him, even when he frustrates her.