#!cog

[faunushunter]

"It’s a compliment"

"How do you do it?"

"You’ll have to be more specific than that." Eyes never leaving the scrolling text in front of her, Sable hummed around the rim of her coffee cup.

Alex tilted her head against the window, forehead resting on the glass so she could turn and look at Sable. “The way you walk. I can’t figure it out.” She leaned away, hands forming a mock figure in the air. “In terms of function, it’s no different than anyone else’s—yet when you do it, it looks like you’re about to either slaughter a man, or fuck him.” 

The soft ring of laughter made her look up. Frown upon her face, Alex scowled at Sable and tucked her hands into her armpits. “Don’t laugh! It’s a serious question.” 

[faunushunter]

Sloppy Seconds....[Closed @ ferineblake]

Alex fumbled with the doorknob, twisting the keys this way and that until the lock finally clicked open and granted her access. Yanking the keys free, she didn't bother to shove them into her pocket as she stepped through the threshold and into the main hallway of Sable's apartment, instead tossing them into a nearby bowl. 

"Sable, you home?" Alex asked, even though her lover's scent hung fresh in the air. Another mingled with it, heavier and more pungent than the floral arrangement she was used to. 

Its presence confirming her suspicions, Alex stalked through the house, searching each room before moving on. "Come on, I know you're here." 

[faunushunter]

[Text]: I need a ride home. Don't ask.

[Text]: A ride, or a ride? 

[faunushunter]

[Text]: I may have accidentally handcuffed myself to the stairs.

[Text] Do I even want to ask?

[faunushunter]

Sable and Alex, COG AU!

Three Sentence Meme(or drabble)

"You need to stop fighting."

"What?!" The flat of Alex's blade slid along the thick cloth of her opponent's inner thigh, the position perfect as she rolled and tore away his hamstrings with a single slice. Movement carried, she swung right to the balls of her feet, weapon shifting and contorting until she had the barrel of her gun pressed down another thug's throat. "I'm not stopping until every last one of these bastards is choking on their own blood!" 

"Alex, I need you to stop fighting." Sable's voice crackled, the static almost sounding like a break in the cat's voice. "I have this under control. Now stop." 

She paused. The lackey before her gurgled, his body slipping off her sword and crumpling to the ground. "Fine, but I want to know where you---"

The click of the phone cut her off. 

[faunushunter]

"Don’t touch me."

"I don’t remember needing your permission." Still Alex paused, hand hanging in the air instead of brushing against Sable’s cheek. Her heart thudded. Froze. The beat only picking up again after she took a deep breath and stepped to the side. 

Hip canted against the smooth wood of Sable’s desk, she retracted her hand and picked at her nails, watching the cat from the corner of her eyes. “Now are you going to behave and let me play with my toy, or are we going to waste this whole lunch break glaring at each other?” Or she would just go back home and sleep. Six months was a long time for any mission, never mind one that required constant chasing and fighting of various targets. 

But Alex had missed Sable. Grumpy or not— most likely from the lack of contact during her mission— Alex wanted to see her. Play a little. Not argue back and forth like a pair of bickering lovers. 

[faunushunter]

"Accepts blowjobs during work."

"That is a vicious rumor and I have never done such a thing."