#closed verse

"Do you really think I should wear this?" Kara looked down at the dress once more before she sighed. It was barely long enough to cover her and she would have to be careful when she bent over or even leaned for that matter, but Anna said she looked amazing.

Kara knew that she was pretty, that wasn't why she thought she should change. She as conservative and after being in Russia and part of the Russian Ballet Company, the dress code just kinda fit her. Tonight though, they were going to a new club and although she wasn't sure about her clothing, she was excited.

Anna was a professional sugar baby and when Kara heard this, it was funny but also something Kara wouldn't mind doing. It wasn't that she needed the money like Anna, Tony would never cut Kara off like Anna's parents did but she liked the excitement of rich older men, jet setting across the world and spending nights in exotic places till she needed to return to her life as a dancer.

Her friend was sure that she'd meet someone but Kara knew she needed to dress the part, but thought she could wear something less revealing. "Okay but I'm afraid if I sneeze too hard I'm going to have nothing on." The girl's laughed as they finished getting ready.

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They'd been there for a little while before Kara wanted to go out on the dance floor. It had been fun at first but the number of men that wanted to talk to her was astonishing and each one there was just something wrong. She'd noticed a guy across the bar that she couldn't help but want to get close to. He had impecable stye, his hair a color of chestnut that she loved and he reminded her of someone but she hadn't seen his face. Giving up on trying to catch his attention. She went to dance in front of him, thinking that might work.

Her body moved with the music as her long straight hair danced around coming all the way down to her waist. She never wore her hair straight and didn't even know it had actually gotten that long considering it was always curly. So many men were dancing around her and her friends but none of them seemed to get too close and Kara assumed it was because of Anna's boyfriend who was there that night in the VIP area.

Turning around and finally looking up at the man who she'd been looking at all night, Kara realized in that moment as her head began to spin from all the drinks they'd been gifted all night. She needed to get away from the dancing and she walked up, a drink waiting for her as the bartender nodded at who'd given it to her.

She walked up and looked up at him, drink in her hand her full red lips curling almost into a smile as he looked at her.

She'd been worried about her friend for days. Usually when he disappeared, he never really disappeared because he sent her text messages or something to let her know where he was, or what woman he'd gotten involved with. It was so hard for her to see him with each woman, not quit his type but it wasn't like she knew if she was. Damon never looked at her like she was more than a friend, a little sister of sorts and this always made her cringe.

Biting down on her lower lip, Karina stood at his door, trying to figure out what she'd say if he was there with someone. HIs flings never understood who she was, how close they were and that, friend or lover, he'd always pick her over them.

As her small hand balled up to make a fist and knock, the door opened and he stood there. Something was different, but she couldn't put her foot on it. All she knew what there'd never been a moment in her life that she felt more scared and turned on. She should have turned around and left but instead, she stepped closer to him as she walked into his apartment. Her body came in contact with his and he felt so warm.

@mutilated-psyche @ghostofthering

@avictimofthejazz​ continued from X

This day had been more fortuitous than Colonel Decker ever thought possible! First, he got the tip on the A-team’s whereabouts fresh off the press. His guys had hightailed it to the location and now, down came his quarry right at the shiny soles of his military grade boots. What were the odds of that happening? Zero to none. 

A large calloused hand hurriedly reaches for the wanted Con and the other unlatched his gun from the holster. “That’s funny, Peck,” he starts with a cold smoothness. “I don’t remember seeing Christmas on the Calendar in July.” The last word is purposefully elongated to make a point. Even still, Decker wouldn’t look some providential gift-horse in the mouth.

Feeling a rush of confidence, he delightfully tacks on, “the only suit you’ll be seeing is prison orange.” Of course, there was a color code for prisons. Orange was reserved for the worst of the offenders. Murderers, traitors, and violent thieves certainly qualified for that uniform.  

It’s his first day back to work after suffering a serious injury on-site which resulted in the loos of his right hand. His worldview has shifted, his confidence is shattered, but as Senior Project Manager of Lannister Construction, sub-division of magnate real estate development firm Lannister Enterprises, he doesn’t have the luxury of insecurities. He’s yet to accustom himself to his prosthetic hand, and keeps it covered with leather gloves at all times. Very few people are aware of the nature of his accident, and that is how his father wants to keep it. 

        Enter Sansa Stark.

A kind of Corporate Goodwill Ambassador, as he understands it. Her family’s business, Stark Lumber & Supply, has entered a multi-million dollar contract, and seeing her interest in the more glamorous aspects of the building industry, his twin, Cersei Baratheon had offered her a summer internship and a place to stay with her family for the summer. 

It seems to good to be true.

Sansa begins dating Cersei’s son soon after her arrival, and begins works as a personal assistant to Jaime and his younger brother, General Manager and Lead Architect, Tyrion Lannister. It’s worlds away from the quaint country business her father runs, and everything she has ever dreamed.

       Until it’s not.

The cheery vibrance Jaime had noted in the first days of her internship has dimmed to nothing, and the sharp eye for detail has dulled. When he stumbles upon a stunned and panicking Sansa, hiding in a supply closet, he’s deep out of his depth. He vows to get to the bottom of it, but the bottom is low indeed. 

       A Lannister always pays his debts.

The sister he loves has threatened a woman he has no right to care about, and yet he steps in regardless. Battered and too close to broken for his comfort, he takes her from his sister’s house, back to his own apartment, intent on sending her home. But she can’t, or won’t go home, and she’s got no reason to trust him either. For what’s one more lion when the hunt has already begun?

“I thought having the curtains open was a good idea since they were starting to think we were vampires.” Shaking his head as he grabbed the pillows and rolled his eyes he help her build the wall. It was ridiculous, they were grown adults and besides that the thought of touching her made him want to peel his own skin off and throw it away. Pulling back the blankets ( and breaking her wall effectively ) climbing he rolled his eyes as he lay back his eyes already closing ( to block out the light & the sight of her ) he shook his head.

It hadn’t been one cockroach. It had been a nest of them and the house needed to be fumigated. He was not going to live in a house that should likely be condemned and with cock roaches. Turning on his side and propping up gis head on his hand he smirked. “While you might be used to living with bugs, I’m not. It’s bad enough I have one.” They had been here for months at this point and the happy couple act was starting to slowly drive him insane. He hadn’t been laid in months and he was convinced Raven purposely irritated him.