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bohica-apu.livejournal.com) wrote in
tampered2008-03-19 06:59 pm
Log: complete!
When; Late afternoon to early evening, 3/19
Rating; R to be safe, yeah?
Characters; Guy!Cadman
bohica_apu and Girl!Ash
housewares_ash
Summary; In which Cadman is beat up all to hell and back, and Ash is Disgruntled.
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Cadman laid flat on the couch in the dark; blinds drawn and room silent. She sighed deeply, then winced as her pained stomach muscles objected.
She licked at her lips; she'd have to find some sort of chapstick, because they were cracked and bloody, too painful to ignore once the bigger hurts subsided. She'd been unable to find any painkillers in the apartment, and she'd been too proud to ask Jack for any.
She sighed again, more carefully this time.
Rating; R to be safe, yeah?
Characters; Guy!Cadman
Summary; In which Cadman is beat up all to hell and back, and Ash is Disgruntled.
Log;
Cadman laid flat on the couch in the dark; blinds drawn and room silent. She sighed deeply, then winced as her pained stomach muscles objected.
She licked at her lips; she'd have to find some sort of chapstick, because they were cracked and bloody, too painful to ignore once the bigger hurts subsided. She'd been unable to find any painkillers in the apartment, and she'd been too proud to ask Jack for any.
She sighed again, more carefully this time.

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"Dammit, I can't do this..."
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"You know I ain't gonna make you do anythin' you don't want to, baby mine. So talk to me, Ash. What's goin' on in that head a' yours?"
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"Fair enough; much as I appreciate the female form, I like you better without 'em."
She squeezed Ash's hand again. "I ain't gonna lie and say I wasn't lookin' forward to doin' some kissin', 'n maybe more, with you today; but suits me just fine to lay here and talk."
She rolled her eyes. "Not like I'd be up to anythin' athletic right about now anyway; gettin' my ass kicked but good- an' not in fun- tends to have that effect on me."
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"You ever hear a' mixed messages, baby mine?"
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It was said without heat, and she smiled up at him to remove any sting.
She grabbed his hand- okay, and maybe copped a feel in the process; she was hurt, not dead or a saint- and moved it to her head.
"You ain't gonna put out, then I demand a head rub. Pay up, baby mine."
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She raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"What're you waitin' for, a goddamn engraved invitation? Get to rubbin', Ash."
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"I figure, I can just pretend it's, uhhh... mine."
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"I ain't a saint, Ash, so quit temptin' me. You don't want this, and I ain't about to let you do it just 'cos... well, for whatever reason you got cooked up in your damn fool head."
She sighed. "Just... just a head massage, okay?" Hint of the sad puppy eyes. "'Till I find some Advil, my head's gonna keep achin' somethin' fierce, and if you wanna help, that's what you can do."
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Smooth isn't his key mode of operation, sometimes.
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"I don't fuck people who don't want it, Ash, and I get the feeling you ain't exactly 100% sure about this thing. Just... just rub my head, for Chrissakes, and cut it out before I run out a' chivalry, okay?"
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"Ash, baby, as much as I want to kiss you- and I do, believe me- I ain't about to be your personal cross t'bear, yeah? You wanted me in this body too, it'd be different, but martyrdom never turned me on. I ain't that Catholic, Ash."
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"I'll simple it up baby. I want you, Ash; this body'r your real one, don't much matter. But I ain't gonna touch you like I want to 'till we're back like we're s'poseta be, because I don't want to have sex if it's gonna be a goddamn chore for you, got me?"
She exhaled loudly, frustrated. "I ain't about to take advantage a' you, Ash, and fuckin' you when you don't want it is takin' advantage."
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She shook her head. "All the same, I'm a selfish bitch, Ash, and I ain't touchin' you when you don't wanna touch me back. Ain't that I mind givin' without receivin' on occasion, but..." She shrugged, rolled her eyes. "Just don't sit right."
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"Rub away, baby." A beat. "Let me know if I start squishin' you, and I'll move, yeah?
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