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justasaleswoman) wrote2010-07-10 08:14 pm
justasaleswoman) wrote2010-07-10 08:14 pm
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As coded messages go, Verity will admit, reluctantly, that it's pretty elegant.
No note, no password, nothing someone can read over a shoulder or inadvertantly overhear. Just a key to a room, left for her with the bar.
A key to this room, in point of fact.
A room Verity's been in before. A room number she recognizes.
Who knew Ruby was so fucking sentimental?
. . . little play on words, there, Verity supposes.
Verity doesn't bother to knock, just lets herself into the room.
No note, no password, nothing someone can read over a shoulder or inadvertantly overhear. Just a key to a room, left for her with the bar.
A key to this room, in point of fact.
A room Verity's been in before. A room number she recognizes.
Who knew Ruby was so fucking sentimental?
. . . little play on words, there, Verity supposes.
Verity doesn't bother to knock, just lets herself into the room.
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It's not quite enough to take the distance between them from comfortable to uncomfortable -- but it's close, no more than in inch away from being in each other's space.
"Darling, you are acting as coy as a virgin at a crossroads."
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Now there's a statement she'd never use to compare herself.
Ruby's pretty sure she likes blonde better than brunette on the Crossroads Demon, but right now, she couldn't be assed to care.
She unfolds her arms, closes the distance between them and reaches out to grab a fistful of that meatsuit's shiny, brunette locks.
It isn't exactly gentle.
Then pulling her closer, she presses a rough kiss on the other demon's lips.
"That coy enough for ya?"
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"Ruby, you are dangerously close to forgetting just who you're dealing with here."
Verity might have to run her little messages and play these little cloak-and-dagger games, but those red eyes aren't just for looks.
And then Verity laughs, and eases her grip just a little.
"But that's actually kind of hot."
Who knew?
Verity drops her hand and steps back.
"I think we can reach an agreement, darling.
"Unless you're going to keep playing hard to get."
Come on, Ruby. They both know better.
Verity used to be a witch, too, after all.
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She knows she's below Verity's rank as far as demon hierarchies go, but at the same time ... there's something about challenging (and trying to equal herself to) a higher power that ... well, turns her on.
The imprints from Verity's fingers against her jaw are still there, light pink against her equally light skin.
And Ruby is already easing herself out of her leather jacket.
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No one here is going to fall for it, anyway.
Sometimes, it's just about taking what you want, and enjoying the perks of the job.