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val vs. javi : how many kinks can they have

                                        “ You don’t stand a chance against me, you’re like four feet tall. ”                  Roadkill laughed at his own comment. Standing at least a foot taller than the courier it was easy for him to quite literally look down on her. Downing a shot of tequila he slammed the shot glass on the countertop of the bar. Spending his night at The Atomic Wrangler was just what he wanted to do. Getting wasted and drinking himself into a state of idiotic bliss was all he wanted to do when visiting Freeside, the Wrangler always being his location of choice.

“Excuse me, but could you point me to the nearest place of civilization in this God forsaken desert?”

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS — 019. bite my muse

          normally, a man would not complain should a tall drink of water grab him by the necktie and lead him off with the hinted promise of “something exciting”, and jeremy blaire (cursed with being a NORMAL MAN and all) was no exception. especially so when the woman in question was a PERSON OF INTEREST who had caught his eye since she strolled in. there was a hunger in the way she spoke, the way she prowled among the social elite; it was reminiscent of jer’s hunting trips.

          they had escaped curious glances by seeking privacy in a nearby cramped coatroom. he had barely gotten a word in up until this point, not that he had much to say, the poor drunk fool, but decided to hazard a bold move on his part. his hands, getting ahead of him, rest on her hips, and his brain is only able to suggest a meager chuckle and poorly constructed flirtations. see, his brain was the last place blood would be flowing to right about now. all he could think about was the treat he was about to sink his teeth into.

          ”how do you feel about hickeys, sweetheart?”

          of course, the intention was that she would be the one receiving said marks, but when she responds by leaning towards his own throat, he wasn’t going to ARGUE. it would definitely be worthy of bragging rights the following morning when he’d show off the battle scars to his co-workers. had he been paying closer attention, perhaps he would have noticed her mannerism akin to that of a predator — one aiming for the jugular. but no, rather, he is focused on the trail of heat her breath leaves in its wake, the tickle of her sweet scarlet lips teasing the skin, the tantalizing caress of bone meeting flesh, and finally, an insurmountable blossom of pain… WAIT. something’s wrong with this picture.

          his fantasy bleeds into reality, and IN that reality, he is QUITE LITERALLY bleeding. shock has him fumbling to cast the woman aside for the moment, trying not to notice the flick of her tongue across her reddened maw (and more importantly, trying to pretend this vision did NOT arouse him) and failing miserably. huh. time to assess the situation and slowly process the correct response. she bit him, yes, but a slightly more dubious voice of reason gently assures him that he had indeed asked for it. albeit, the chunk she had just gnawed off his trapezius was a surprise, but not necessarily an unpleasant one. in fact, it was a very welcome reaction his body gave, and jeremy shudders at the odd sensation of exposed muscle.