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@notquiteahitman : continued “Oh, Jesus- come in, Clem!” There was no hesitation in his words. The rain was pouring, the wind seeming to shake his whole house, and it would take Clem at least another fifteen minutes to get home. They might not be close anymore, but that didn’t mean that he would let her go home in a storm by herself. The instant he stepped into the hallway he helped her slide her coat from her shoulders. “God, you must be freezing! Here, let me help you… do you want a hot drink? Or- or maybe you should get out of those wet clothes, um… do- do you want a shower or something?” Clemintine was shaking as she knocked on the others door. The storm had caught her unawares, finding herself near his home she decided it would be better to stop there. Teeth chattering, she graciously accepted the warmth of his home. "C-Could I possibly have a shower?" Her words were soft, muttered between chatters as dark hues gazed up at the man.

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@strifexchaos ;; continued

Dexter caught her. “No..no..hey, hey. I got you. Stay awake, Clem..c’mon. Tell me what’s wrong.” Holding her he carried her to bed laying her down.

   Clemintine’s fingers wrapped around his arms as he caught her, her face was flushed and her head just kept spinning. “Nothing’s wrong - I’m fine, Dex.” She couldn’t be ill, she had the inability to sit and do nothing while she was ill. Something always had to be done.

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@notquiteahitman ;; continued

“Oof!” came the only word that Ryan could manage for a moment or two, the breath being forced out of him as he landed hard onto the bed. His eyes were wide and startled as he peered up at the mop of hair dangling down onto his face. “What’s this about?” he purred.

   The young woman let out a chuckle at his reaction, her hands landing either side of his head once she had crawled on top of him. A smile was fixed on her lips, her curls hanging down and brushing against his features. “I just wanted to see you..”

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@perfectingdeathsdesign ;; continued

 “Since I’m tired, and honestly have little drive to undress.” The man took a moment, pausing in the middle of his sentence to allow the smirk upon his features to rise even further. “You may do so for me, and I can make it worth your while with a kiss.” The young man loved teasing Clem, and it wasn’t going to take him long to come up with another joke or two.

   The demon chuckled softly, turning her head to look up at him as her fingers gently rested and began to remove his skirt. “I suppose that will do - perhaps it could end up being a little more than a kiss.” Her lips pouted, a playful gaze looking at the other.

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@littleteacupsofmadness ;; continued

“Cruel? Hmm? Tell me, Clemintine, tell me  just what your basis for comparison is –”

   “Hm. I don’t really think I need one, Sean.” The woman muttered the words rather sharply, her gaze locked over at him. To say she was currently annoyed, upset or angry was an understatement.

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@goddamndeadpool ;; continued

“I flirt with everyone! It’s you I’m coming home with.”

   “That still doesn’t make me feel much better, sweetheart.”

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@notquiteahitman ;; continued

“I’m not quite sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult,” she teased. “I’d say compliment, but I’m never quite sure with you. Besides…” She paused, wriggling her eyebrows. “The hostage part would be kinky. Don’t you want some fun?”

   “Either one, take your pick.” The girl raised her shoulders up, before raising a brow at the others words. “I suppose it would be rather interesting - perhaps you should make your intentions clear next time.”