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ch. 3 of girl you just can’t dance forever is at almost 900 words. I hope to be posting it tonight.
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ch. 3 of girl you just can’t dance forever is at almost 900 words. I hope to be posting it tonight.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cassandra Palmer Series - Karen Chance Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Palmer/John Pritkin, Rico/Rhea Silvanus Characters: Cassandra Palmer, John Pritkin, Rhea Silvanus, Marco, Rico Summary:
Someone needs to babysit, and who better than a traumatized, kid-phobic war mage?
@five-star-hellhole asked: Billy floats in on Pritkin and Cassie making out on the couch in the empty suite
For once, she was alone with the only one she wanted: her annoying, aggravating, amazingly talented with his tongue, full time bodyguard and entirely too sexy coffee addicted war mage. They were blessedly alone, and from the moment she had realized it, she had wanted to do one thing, and one thing only: Ravish Pritkin.
And so far, everything was going according to plan. He was pinned underneath her, both legs on the floor, head rolled back for easy mouthing access, shirt and jacket tossed away, and pants loose enough for her hands to wander to her delight. His large hands were spread on her back, and she was loving the way his blood rushed under her tongue, the way he whimpered when she changed the pressure and the pace, and the friction from her shirt rubbing against his chest hair--who knew that something she had found so unappealing all that time ago would be driving her crazy now?
Life sure was strange. But oh--it was so much better than she had ever thought possible.
So of course, something had to ruin it for her. And that something was her pain the ass sidekick, her own personal manifestation of Scrappy to her Scooby gang, the cowboy with a distinct lack of filter.
“Hey Cassie, have you seen...oh my god!”
Cassie ignored him; Pritkin had decided to return the favors she had bestowed on his clavicles, and was currently showing her up, the jerk. She shivered and let her hands move in retaliation.
“Oh my god my eyes, I think I need to bleach them..Cassie stop ignoring me!”
She didn’t, letting her groan shift from annoyance at her former best friend to pleasure as the war mage moved north, and she clenched her thighs around him.
“Cassie, seriously, I have to ask you a...oh my god where are your hands? ARE THEY REALLY WHERE I THINK THEY ARE CASSIE WHY.”
She snickered and moved one slowly and confirmed his suspicioun, shooting him the bird and letting it make it’s way back, causing Pritkin to let out his own low groan and slide a hand down from her back to her…
“Gah!!! Cassie this isn’t funny! Dammit, I’m out of here, this is not okay, you are not a good friend.”
Cassie ignored him, and implemented phase two of Ravish Pritkin.
Billy Joe squealed in frustration, wishing he had left faster. Some things were better unseen.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Set immediately after Ride the Storm. Cassie attempts to settle things with the men in her life.
Originally posted on ff.net.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Things change when the Warmage comes back.
Rhea POV, written pre-Ride the Storm. Orginally published on tumblr, I've cleaned it up some.
@five-star-hellhole asked: An angst one as C and P are under attack and alone. Based on Rachel Platten’s “Stand by You”
Everything hurt.
Around them, the sounds of battle droned on: chants and screams and wails, fire and thunder and wind, but he ignore them and focused on the feel of Cassie’s hand in his as they backed further away, eyes on the twenty or so opponents advancing on them.
“Pritkin…” Cassie’s voice was weak, her hand shaking in his. Even with her heritage, she had been put through the ringer, one too many shifts, way too many spells, two too many instances of stopping time.
He squeezed her hand, not even grimacing at the knowledge that yes, three of his fingers were definitely broken. “I know. Stay close.” His watchful eyes noticed the movement , and he cussed even as he threw himself over the Pythia. “Move!”
The explosion sent them flying, tumbling over and over the broken environment, heads tucked together, one of his hands around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head no matter what.
Maybe he blacked out, he wasn’t sure, but he became aware that while he was breathing, he wasn’t in pain anymore. That was...not good.
He rolled off Cassie, and she scrambled up, mouth moving a mile a minute. He looked at her, trying to process her words, when he realized...he couldn’t.
He couldn’t even hear her.
Pritkin closed his eyes, trying to focus. It must have been a bad roll, his ears weren’t even ringing from the detonation, it was just...achy. Quiet.
Cassie had noticed. He opened his eyes when he felt her hands on his shoulders, and her eyes were panicked, mouth moving frantically. He shook his head, and tried to stand, and he must have yelled, for Cassie was immediately shoving him down, hands running over his leg, knee, arms, chest, checking for pain.
She stared in horror at all the blood that covered them, and stared at him accusingly. Pritkin shrugged. He hadn’t hidden anything from her this time, he had learned that lesson a long time ago. But still...if she hadn’t seen his injuries he couldn’t blame her. She had been a bit busy too. He grimaced and made to sit up, and instantly her hands were back on his shoulders, forcing him to lay back down. He shook his head again, pushing at her hands and rolling to his knees. Their enemies were still out there, and he knew they could be here any moment.
He focused on her lips to keep from throwing up from the movement. Her bottom lip was busted and her top lip scraped, but he ignored it and focused harder. It looked like...Stay...I’ll...bra...draw?...them...away...stay down….hide…
“Fuck that!” Blood leaked out as he growled the words, and Cassie grit her teeth and grabbed her hair in frustration. She picked up the speed of her words and he barely could read what she was saying, but he got the gist. He knew just enough to be bloody pissed.
“No way, Cassie. No. You are not leaving me.” He grabbed the hand pushing on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes at her. “No.”
She leaned in so close and screamed at him, his hair moving from the volume of her anger, and he ignored it in favor of getting his very broken leg underneath him. Despite her obvious rage, her hand instantly went to brace him and he struggled up, leaning heavily on her.
“I’m standing with you until the end.” He murmured, and her eyes filled with tears, but she leaned over and kissed his shoulder. His ears were ringing finally, he must have had busted eardrums, and over the war cries coming towards him, he heard his lover’s faint lament.
“Stupid husband of mine is gonna get himself killed.”
@overlycaffeinatedwarmage asked: Casskin and the song “Bus Stop” by the Hollies
I have accomplished it, I thought, finally. Finally I have pulled him from the focus of spells, of training, of COFFEE. Who would have thought that to distract him I would merely have to go shopping for clothing.
He finally managed to speak. “What…” He cleared his throat. “What are you wearing?”
I grinned and posed, lifting and dropping each shoulder in turn as I walked closer. “Just a little something something I picked up while shopping last time. Do you like it?”
“Take it off.” His voice was hoarse, and he hadn’t looked away, his eyes burning into the apparel.
I grinned, so glad it was affecting him this much. “Maybe if you say pretty please….”
He sighed, finally wrenching his eyes to mine. “Cassie.”
“What” I breathed as I got close enough to let the fabric touch him. He closed his eyes.
“Take that hideous monstrosity off.”
Gasping, I covered where the ears would be on the alleged hideous puffer jacket. “You take that back! You’ll hurt it’s feelings.”
Pritkin rolled his eyes. “If it had feelings, be sure I could come up with even more insensitive words. I thought you were getting ready to go, we’re going to miss the bus if you don't hurry.”
“I’m ready.” I shrugged my shoulders at his once over. “It’s raining, and it’s cold. All my other heavy jackets aren’t rainproof, so I figured I’d wear this.”
We both looked at the admittedly ugly but warm jacket, then he rubbed a hand over his face. “I will never understand you Americans and your absolute ignorance of this thing called the umbrella.”
I rolled my eyes. “Umbrellas are so impractical! Getting in and out of a car with one without getting wet is almost a feat worthy of sainthood!”
“Ah yes,” Pritkin said dryly, “Because Americans still have not embraced practical public transportation.”
“Not to mention storing it, trying not to hit other people with it on accident, resisting the urge to hit other people when they deserve it...it’s just too much trouble!”
Pritkin wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, so close that I could smell his weirdly sexy coffee breath. “You sure you don’t want to try?” He mimed holding an umbrella over us, and I moved closer.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try…You won’t let me get wet though right?”
His lips slid up in a slow, evil grin. “I don’t know that I can keep that kind of promise…” Slowly, he slid my jacket zipper down.