Anita.

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oh yeah, you've never seen one of my xeno sls

|| YOU ARE SO GOOD AT SUCKERPUNCHING ME IN THE FEELS

"Isn't that what love is? To be vulnerable? I don't know what we are... but I want to think I could be vulnerable with you."

Once again, he could read her like an open book.

"Oh, Kurt." Anita—Jessie—felt tears well up in her eyes. "We could destroy one another. But where would be the life in that? The joy?

Just... call me Jessie. Please?"

That earnestness, and a slight vulnerability, filled her voice once again.

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"Never intentionally, at least."

then were you ever really vulnerable to begin with? I share my body with you because it does not truly make me vulnerable. It would not be the first time I had someone inside me before I put a knife through their heart."

After she uttered that, she looked up at him sharply. "I would not harm you."

Anita scoffed, though she leaned into the support. "No. And if I did, they likely wouldn't trust me. I have one contact, but he's been busy of late, and I'm not sure if he fully trusts me either.

Trust is not in my nature. If you aren't vulnerable discussing things that other people find vulnerable

Her fear finally overcame her mental barriers and she bowed her head, his finger now pressing into her hair.

"Roman is hosting an important gala in two weeks... I don't know what he's going to do, but I know it'll be a front for something else. I'm worried."

|| this thread started with her asking where Kurt's nipples were and now she's having an existential breakdown because she thinks Roman is going to kill her so she's making out with Kurt to distract herself as much as possible

|| writing with me really is like it can start as crack and then I will make it serious and it's not intentional but it always happens

sailor.

It was fine.

Everything was fine. She was just being paranoid. Foolish. Roman wouldn't figure out her secrets. He wasn't that smart.

She put her hand on the back of his and followed his skin until she put her hand on the nape of his neck and kissed him like kissing was air and she was a drowning

Her lips met his, then she pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes.

"This doesn't have to end. Does it?"

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝙀𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙔 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚
𝘈 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 '𝗗𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿' 𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁

#DCRP #MVRP #NSFWRP

trailed down her skin.

A gentle smile curled her lips. He was always so funny, so light-hearted, despite what he'd endured. Despite what he thought might happen at any moment.

To tell him, or to have one more day in bliss?

Anita—Jessie—chose bliss.

"Nothing a little company won't solve," she hummed while his tail

[There was hardly any time to react before the RPG hit. Jessie launched herself at and out the window just before detonation, the concussive force launching her legs and cartwheeling her across the parking lot, where she crashed into a grassy embankment and remained there, utterly still.]

[cover blown.]

If we're on a first-name basis, Roman, I hope you know what's coming your way.

Shit.

I hoped he wouldn't get this far.

After.

The sunlight trickled through the windows, illuminating the bedspread and her sweaty form underneath the cheap motel sheets.

"I'm worried," she admitted, reluctantly, circling her fingertips across his fuzzy chest.

"I do," she prodded his chest, "now take that shirt off and we can have a bit of fun-"

She cut herself off there. No sense in telling him things he doesn't need to know.

“That is exactly what I want.

You have quite the gift of taking the words out of my mouth. I'm not sure if I should be impressed or alarmed.”

“Every day might be my last, so, long-term commitments are difficult. Short-term flings, however.

If you want something more, but not with me, I'll respect that.”

“I think I need a reminder.”

Where's his nipples

I'm in this post and I don't like it.