"Yeah, yeah, yeah like a bad rash, i keep coming back. Nice to see you, too." Cole gave a halfhearted salute, brushing past to take a seat. He let out a pained groan, hands patting his overcoat for a pack of smokes all while muttering curses to himself under his breath.
"Wouldn't happen to have anything to drink on hand, would you?" he asked, finally looking at her once again. "Long shot, but fortune favors the bold, or...whatever."
[Confession] : Sender and Receiver have sex in a Confession Booth in a church.
"You know, if I were a religious man, I'd be worrying about my eternal soul right about now." Cole teased, grinning, his mask pulled down around his neck as his hands worked on unclasping Neena's holster, unzipping her catsuit next. The confessional was cramped, but had enough room for the duo to move around and have some fun. They were supposed to be laying low, biding their time until it was time to spring into action.
The problem was they were Grifter and Domino, and they weren't exactly known for adhering to the rulebook. They had way too much time to kill, and Cole was quick to find a way to do just that.
"Wanna confess your sins, my dear?" he joked, unable to help himself, even as he peeled her suit open at the chest, letting her breasts spill out. Gruff hands pawed and cupped her soft mounds, caressing her, kneading her soft flesh. The merc closed the distance, pressing his lips to hers, hungry and needy.
"Or...maybe you just wanna add to the list?" he mumbled, dropping a hand lower still, tracing his fingertips over her pale flesh, disappearing under her unzipped suit, slipping down the front of her panties to touch her slick, wet folds. Cole nipped roughly at her lips,massaging her, keeping her pinned against the wall of the booth.
"Quiet now....don't wanna ruin the service, do we?"
"Pfft, you think I don't know that?" When they had met, Zannah was the one that had put him back together after Team 7. She kept him from tipping over the edge into insanity like the rest of his squadmates. Zannah was his constant. His rock. His one true love.
The last time he thought he had lost her, he fell headlong into a cycle of alcohol abuse and self destruction. He was well aware how much Zealot kept him grounded.
"Zannah's everything. I'm just a conman with a gun."
“ god … i can’t look away , it’s like my eyes are drawn to it. “ (somnus @ grifter)
💣 -"Yeah, it's pretty gnarly, huh? Ha..." Grifter said, peering down at the knife jutting from his chest. "Hey, can we go to the hospital now? I'm starting...I'm starting to freak out a little bit."
"She's a total smokeshow that knows how to handle a sword." he paused, shaking his head, deciding to be serious for once.
"She's Z. What's not to love? I trust her more than anyone and she's always had my back, even when others haven't. We have a bond, as unlikely as that may look to anyone on the outside. I'd die for that woman."