#menxyouxneed

plot: Norena catches Y/M admiring her chest, and teases you about it…before making an offer Y/M can’t refuse.

❈ — He had told her he’d be gone for a little while. A month, perhaps two at most. But it was going onto the fifth month now and Belle wondered if he’d travelled somewhere else and settled down there instead of returning. Or perhaps he just hadn’t wanted to return at all, and figured it was best to stay away. Belle couldn’t even think of the third option, which was he could have been potentially harmed or worse. She hoped against hope that it certainly wasn’t that. But her thoughts, every day for those five months, were of her travelling with him. Seeing new sights and meeting new people, enjoying freedom. Enjoying him and just being with him. Yet her heart would sink every evening when she would retire for the night, for it was another day without Bale’s return.

Today was no different, and she had decided that morning that she would not waste time on hoping he would return from now on. If he was well, he had chosen to stay away for whatever reason, and she would respect it and move on no matter how much it hurt. The sun was dipping slowly beneath the horizon as Belle walked back from the village, basket in hand with some produce and bread, and a brand new book the bookshop owner had received. When she was steps away from her gate, hazel orbs lifted and landed on a familiar visage that made her gasp loudly.

“.....Bale?” But there was no mistaking the man. He was there, in the flesh, standing outside her door and gazing upon her. She took a few steps forward but stopped, her heart beating erratically and suddenly she felt a bit whoozy with the rush of adrenaline in her system. Happiness, sadness, confusion, all of it was prominent in her eyes and yet she didn’t know what to say to him, except hold his gaze in disbelief.

The taxi pulled to a stop outside the Smuggler’s Cove bar and out slid Astarte, garbed in tight Tau’ri garments which in her opinion covered far too much, but which were socially required. Taking a moment to exchange paper with the driver, a ridiculous human affectation necessary to blend in, she then headed into the bar. Adjusting the strap of her bag so that it pressed exactly where she wished it to, Astarte headed towards the counter, smiling inwardly as she spotted her target whilst outwardly appearing intent on the server.

“I’ll have a Heineken please.” The words from her host’s memory spilled from her lips with ease as she addressed the slave...no the bartender, wondering how long it would take Jacob O’Neill to take the offered bait.

It was Buffy's first night in New Orleans and she was immediately greeted by two vampires. The first one came charging at her that all she had to do was hold up her stake and he ran right into it. The second one was smarter, but not by much. He held his own as long as he could, but all it took was one front kick from the California native and the vampire stumbled backwards, literally tumbling over a gravestone. Buffy immediately burst out laughing.

"Wow, that was really funny-looking," she taunted the vampire. "Could you do it again?"

The vampire growled at her. "I'll kill you for that!" He charged at her.

"For THAT!?" She mocked him. "What were you trying to kill me for before!?"

She punched the vampire in the face as he came at her and then dodged his punch. The two exchanged blows for a wall. The vampire seemingly had her cornered, but Buffy put both of her hands on his shoulders and hoisted herself up sitting on said shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head. Using both of their upper bodies as leverage, Buffy brought herself down to the ground, using her legs to bring the vampire over her head and slam him down on the ground and then quickly got up. "Thanks for the warm welcome," Buffy said. Before the vampire could respond, she staked him.

When the vampire exploded into dust, Buffy stood up and put her stake back into her leather jacket and continued her patrol. But, after taking a few steps, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up the way they always did when she knew she was being watched. As always, she was correct when she turned around to see a man standing a few feet behind her. He was objectively hot, but the smug smile on his face immediately annoyed her. "You know, being stalked isn't really a big turn-on for girls," she said to him.

Melinda didn’t like that she had been forced to make this decision.    What do you do when you have to choose between your life and your sister’s life and happiness?    There isn’t a choice.    She gave up any freedom she had.    What she expected was death soon.      She looked in the mirror.   “For Cas,” she told herself.   

“Ms. Halliwell,” a voice interrupted her thoughts.   “It is time to go.”   She grabbed her bag and followed the man.    She had been brought to her small little house which she gifted her family, and she knew they hated her a little for doing this.   Even coming to blows with her parents, Wyatt, and Chris.   Cass hadn’t been any happier, but she wished they understood her need to do this.     

When she had been brought to the base to meet with the man she was being offered to like a bauble.  Melinda half expected to be killed here, but for now she would hold her head up.    She was lead to where a series of planes were parked.

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She didn’t want to believe that her dad was right about Pi. She should have trusted him, she should have known better. Alexis was always so careful, and her father had taught her how to defend herself. But she was so in love, so overtaken by his charm that she didn’t even see if coming. The date that they were supposed to be taking, that the drive was a lot longer than it should have been. The water making her dizzy and tired, in a way that water should not do. And by the time she had put the pieces together, it was too late. Reaching for her phone, he had noticed it from the driver’s seat. It wasn’t hard to take her phone out of her hand, and throw it out the window.