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[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Congratulations. You're my newest toy! [Snuggles]

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She pwns twitter, too!

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. [She trails a finger finger down his chest.]

This seems to me like a good time for you to give up, Isaac.

[future-games.livejournal.com]

[With a huff, he very pointedly takes her wrist and removes her finger from the premises of his chest.]

What else is new?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Uses her other hand to zap his chest.]

Nothing much. Why do you ask?

[future-games.livejournal.com]

[He yelps and winces, shooting her a look that could kill a goldfish in seconds flat.]

Don't. do that. God, you wonder why I try to avoid you?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

You're my toy. You don't get to avoid me.

[future-games.livejournal.com]

I didn't agree to this.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

You didn't have a choice, either.

[future-games.livejournal.com]

What if I make a deal with you?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

It would have to be one hell of a deal.

[future-games.livejournal.com]

It isn't much of a deal, but it might be enough for you.

You can visit me in my loft on the weekends, get into any of my cupboards you like, so long as you don't touch me.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

That deal is blowing blue balls out its ass, Isaac. Try again.

[future-games.livejournal.com]

What type of deal do you suggest, then?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

One night of sex, and if you're good, I'll let you go.

[future-games.livejournal.com]

[Considering, considering...Nahhh, this is Isaac.]

Why don't I believe you?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

I don't know. That was the best offer I could do, too.