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alucrum:

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No, no, go on, I want to hear more about you naked in the desert. You —” He has to pause, because her wording takes the older man back a bit, but not in a way that would render him angry or perplexed. It was rather a feeling of warmth and satisfaction. Smiling, Alex extended each arm outward. “You’re the most perfect woman on the planet. I love it when you talk dirty to me. Come here, bring it in,”

I bet you would like to hear more. But you can just forget that.” Her head shakes back and forth twice while her arms fold over her chest. She eyed him for a brief moment, watching his arms extend outward into her general direction. His words made the smallest of smiles start to appear, but she fought against it hopefully before it was too noticeable. Damn him for almost making her laugh. A sigh exited her lips and she let her arms drop to her sides before she took the few necessary steps to carry herself over to him. “Nope. Not gonna be that easy, babe.” Her hand lifted to pat his cheek, Nice try though.” 

alucrum:

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Well, you know I like it rough, so I’m not completely against that idea. I was in the desert. Have you ever tried to get cell reception in the desert? Babe, you know I take my work very seriously. I was in the zone. If I was getting toe tagged, you’d know about it. The only way I’m going out, is in a blaze of glory. I want that shit on CNN.

I will do it. And we’ll find out exactly how rough you like it, Fields. Don’t test me. As a matter of fact, I have. There was this one time when my ex thought it would be a good idea to streak across a desert and—-Wait! No! No! I’m not gonna get sidetracked from being angry with you. Yeah well, when I light you on fire for just leaving me without saying a word you will go out in a literal blaze and we’ll both end up on CNN.”

alucrum:

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Sweetheart, don’t give me that look.
   You know I’ve been busy. Just come, give me some sugar.

Don’t you sweetheart me, Alex. 
    What about I give you a foot in the ass instead? Do you know
    how many phone calls I’ve gotten from you since you just decided
    to disappear? — None. I don’t care how “busy” you’ve been you could’ve found
    a second to let me know you weren’t in the morgue with a fucking John Doe
    toe tag.”

       “——

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everythingouas:

Lyndsy Fonseca and Noah Bean ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

aspenofstark:

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"Like  a  mechanic? I could see it.  Did  you  say  Switzerland? 
 No, he would have found you. We  always  used  to  go there
 every winter. You would have been a goner.   Scared   for  my
 life? Please. What was he going to do? At the end of the  day
 that was my house — he just paid for it.  Yeah,  he  was.  And
 I  don’t  know…  five  shots  of  tequila  and  a  few drinks that 
 were  at  our  table.  You  should,  anyway!  Their  sixtieth! It’s
 crazy.   How  about  we  watch  out  for  each  other?   Cassie,
 Grandpa  does  that   whether   you’re   drinking   or  not. You
 know that. Right? I know. I  don’t  know.  I  think  I’ll  just  buy
 some   on   behalf   of    all   of   us, that’ll   keep     her    happy.” 

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  Maybe, yeah. Or maybe race them illegally because you know
    it’s always more fun to drive them than it is to just fix them up. Well
    it’s a good thing you took the heat for it, otherwise he would’ve killed
    me since I was basically booking the flight in my head. It was his face.
    His facial expressions can strike fear into the soul of anyone. You should’ve
    just told him it was me, so you wouldn’t have had to endure all of that silent
    treatment and him staying at his mother’s. Five shots of tequila and more drinks
    on top of that? — You were in rare form that night. Yeah, their sixtieth is a big deal.
    They’ve been bound to each other for a long time and we’ve got to celebrate that
    they haven’t divorced or killed each other in that span of time. Okay, yeah. I’ll look
    out for you and you look out for me. It’ll be fine. Yeah, I know… But it’s worse when
    I’m drinking way too much. Mm, alright. I’ll toss some yellow dandelions or some shit
    into the mix.

iancid:

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"Do it elsewhere because it’s stupid. That clue wasn’t a clue. It was an anti-clue and you know it. My brain’s not—I’m dealing with a lot shit right now, Cass and you just always—my jacket? That’s the first place I looked—like anyone would. You’re lucky Zoe’s here or I would be using a lot of words.” 

  No it’s not. — Okay, maybe it is a little stupid. Surely you didn’t think I
  was just going to tell you on the first go around. You should’ve expected
  that. — Seriously though your keys are in your jacket. That’s where I put
  them. If they aren’t there I really don’t know where they are. And what
  shit are you dealing with? Everything okay? Should I be…worried?

stves