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[storyofwhoiam]

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Vex's lips quirked into a lazy smirk against Kate’s as she felt the soft hum of approval paired with the fingers trailing down her back. The words, teasing as they were, drew a throaty chuckle from her as she kissed Kate, settling comfortably above her. “Less infuriating, hmm?” she murmured, her voice low and edged with laughter as she shifted just enough to rest her chin on Kate’s chest, looking up with mischief in her eyes. “Careful, darling. If you keep saying things like that, I might start thinking you enjoy having me around.”

Vex shifted again, pressing her lips softly against Kate’s collarbone, her hands wandering slow and deliberate along her sides. Her teeth grazed gently over the curve of Kate’s shoulder. She let herself linger there a moment, feeling the rhythm of Kate’s breathing. It wasn’t hard to lose herself in the way Kate was solid and warm beneath her touch. “So, tell me, agent,” her eyes were filled with amusement, “just how infuriating am I when I’m not naked and on top of you? Scale of one to ten.”

[danviers]

@shcftingpieces asked: spicy hc q’s… 5 ( how many sex.ual partners has my muse had? ) and 6 ( does my muse consider themselves skilled at s.ex? )

5. quite a few. alex had a boyfriend for about six months in college ( a boyfriend she knew she didn't feel anything for beyond a vaguely platonic affection, but who she dated regardless, because her classmates were dating, and the pressure to do the same was too much ), and spent a decent chunk of time before she joined the DEO casually hooking up with guys at clubs in the city — even then, only with guys who'd buy her drinks. ( still, it's something she regrets; there were never enough free drinks to dull the self - loathing that went along with those encounters. ) since coming out, alex has only had two serious partners — maggie and kelly — and despite venturing into the dating scene between those relationships, she's only slept with one other woman.

6. she'd say she's pretty good. but alex isn't really one to brag ( or discuss the more intimate details of her relationships )

[byzcntine]

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it had been a decade or so since the two of them were together, and it felt like only yesterday things ended. she should have known that a college romance wouldn’t make it far past graduation, but for her, blair had always been ‘the one that got away.’ and maybe it was ridiculous to still be holding on to feelings so many moons later. however, if she actually looked back on their years apart, well — there had been a string of non-committals that lead to one very, adorable little one with a head full of golden locks and a heart full of sunshine. a tiny human that came as a package deal, and despite wanting to actually find peace in life with another, jennifer never fully put herself out there. why was just a question she was willing to ask.

and it wasn’t until seeing the other woman — having her back within physical reach — did everything sort of just come crashing down. jj hadn’t sought out further companionship with another outside of a one night stand situation, or a bit of a fling, because her heart was never truly taken back when she and the other woman parted ways. they managed to remain friends, and she genuinely hoped for blair’s happiness. if that had to be brought on by another, she was going to support it. however, seeing her friend and hearing about the woman’s endeavors... it didn’t sit well. and frankly, it never would. 

“no, i mean...” a small sigh escaped her as she realized what she had just said. way to come left field, jareau. “there’s no reason to be sorry, bee.” and there truly wasn’t any. it wasn’t the brunette’s fault that she was seemingly stuck in the past. one that she thought she had moved along from, but alas, that was not the case. “i just — look, i love you, yeah, you’re one of the best friends i’ve ever had.” she paused, clearing her throat. “but if i’m being honest, it runs deeper than that, and it always has. i think i just maybe... could we hold off on talks about escapades and what have you? i’m trying, really trying, but i don’t know. i’m sorry. this is just — maybe i should go.”

[operativae]

► @shcftingpieces   /   blair drake

       Walking the picturesque streets of Wilmington, North Carolina pulled many memories to the forefront of Riley’s mind. It had been four years since he was last in the costal town, and much had changed for the seemingly simple carpenter. The last time he’d been there, it was while he worked for Project Onyx. He’d been tasked with carrying out a hit on a local politician. For what purpose, he never questioned. While there, he had opened a safety deposit box at one of the banks –– one that not even his superiors knew about. Money, guns, falsified passports, and other odds and ends tucked away for a rainy day. The former assassin has them all around the world, though at the time of creating them, he didn’t know what they would be used for. Now that he lived in secret, on the run from the government, he knew the money was essential to carry on.

With the cash emptied into his backpack, he walked towards another destination –– one that surprised even him. The assassination wasn’t the only thing he’d done while in Wilmington. He’d also met a beautiful woman and went back to her home for the night, enjoying her company in a way that he was rarely afforded with his lifestyle. It was a risk to see her again, and he wasn’t even sure if she’d remember him after all these years, but something drew him to the address still burned in his mind. Blair Drake was gorgeous, but she also had a wit to her that fascinated him. He wasn’t sure what exactly he sought in looking for her again, but he knew he couldn’t leave without at least saying hi. Perhaps it was simply his new state of loneliness that made him crave any sort of human contact –– even if it was a simple conversation or familiar smile. 

With those thoughts in mind, he pulled his black ball cap a little further down to keep hidden from the neighbors when he knocked on her door. Thinking back on their whiskey fueled night, he recalled that he’d given her his false name, RIley, not even knowing at this time that it would end up being his permanent identity. At least that should make things simpler, he thought to himself.

[supervisories]

@shcftingpieces​

❛ I’ve seen this before. ❜ She moves the sheet away from the victim’s hands and Sawyer’s glove covered fingers point at the ligature marks on her wrists. There is a clear, deep indentation in them, and she turns to the medical chart she’d taken from the Coroner, if only to confirm what she already knows. ❛ She was bound, but she was killed only 16 hours after she was abducted, so whatever the unsub used to bound her wrists had to be thin, and sharp enough to cut through the skin –– fishing line... Or a wire. I don’t think his intention is to keep them...❜

And she turns to Emily, quietly setting the chart down and letting the silence in the room wash over, before she exhales and discards the gloves in the trash, shaking off the powdery excess. ❛ –– Or I don’t know, a scooby-doo-like villain, wearing a mask, leading us on a goose chase, ghosts, zombies ––❜ A beat.  ❛  –– Prentiss. Hey, earth to Emily and the weird vibes. Are we just... going to keep doing this for the rest of our FBI career?❜

[storyofwhoiam]

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When she heard the door, Nora paused in her pottering around Emily's kitchen. She'd only been able to work slowly anyway, owing to the black cat curled in one of her arms. Sergio had seemed perfectly content with front paws up on her shoulder, and Nora had seen no reason to change that. Emily had messaged when her flight had landed on the way back from a case and Nora — having been stopping in at Emily's apartment to feed Sergio anyway — had decided to stay to welcome her home. With a glass of wine in the hand not occupied by the cat, she smiled brightly at the other woman as she greeted her with a kiss to the cheek.

"I hope you don't mind me still being here," Nora handed over the glass of wine, "but it sounded like you could use that. And I don't have to stay around if you need some time to decompress; but there's a casserole in the oven for you and this guy I'm sure's missed you."

[storyofwhoiam]

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"Laur, I’m bored.” There was an unrestrained whine in Franky’s voice that was uncharacteristic and, had the situation been any different, she likely would have described as rather pathetic sounding. She didn’t even offer any further greeting, launching straight into her complaint as soon as Laurel had answered the phone. “Gidget’s out at work,” she was pretty sure that the other woman already knew this — it was the first day since she’d been out of hospital that Franky had been left unattended — but the painkillers were doing a number on her memory, “and I can’t fuckin’ do anything with this stupid fuckin’ cast on, and I think that I’ve watched everything on Netflix. Are you gonna come home soon?” It wasn’t Laurel’s home — not technically, even if she had been spending an dramatically increased amount of time in the house — but in the moment, the nuance was rather lost on Franky.

[storyofwhoiam]

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"Are you doing alright there, Kady?” Julia bit down on her bottom lip but the action didn’t prevent the pleased grin that tugged at it, nor was there any preventing her tone, which made it clear that she was in no way concerned about Kady. Making her way over, she reached a hand out to run fingertips along the underside of the other woman’s jawline. She used her other hand to press Kady’s shoulder back against the back of the couch on which she was sat. Julia used the touch of her fingers to pull up the other’s chin so that their gazes didn’t part as she moved to straddle Kady’s lap.