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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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To Borrow with No Intention of Returning 7
(Anonymous) 2012-03-08 04:39 am (UTC)(link)When he got to the bar, he grinned at Shaun and Rebecca sitting there, chatting and waiting for him. He fixed their drinks and listened to their (Shaun’s) tale of the broken shower drain (clogged by Rebecca’s hair) and the ridiculous amount of money (just a couple hundred) they spent to have a hairball (actually half-and-half of their hair) removed. He agreed with Rebecca when she called Shaun a prissy sunvuabitch, and the man made some half-dignified squawk in protest.
Desmond didn’t pay attention, though, because at that moment, Adha decided to come walking in with a bag and two clothes boxes. He watched as she smirked at him and sat down beside Shaun, who looked at her with a confused expression as she pushed the items toward Desmond.
“Here. For your magical rats and you.”
The bartender frowned, peeking into the bag and closing it just as quickly as he stuffed it under the counter, trying to remind him. “Really?”
“Well,” she said, “I figured that the girls got the pretty ones and the families got the tan ones, so why not have my designer whip up something a little more… masculine? There were already a few trashed models, so I just took them. But those aren’t why I dropped by.”
He raised an eyebrow as he fixed another woman and her date drinks before turning to the other two boxes Adha was insistently pushing forward. He nodded and took the box.
“Sorry, I need to wait until my shift is over.”
“If you’re waiting, then you’d better give me a place to sleep tonight, ‘cause my flatmate is going to lock me out.”
Desmond flinched. “Sorry, I’m on shift, and it’s me and my cousin now—”
“Different cousin from the one you told me about last night?”
“No, actually,” he laughed awkwardly. “Funny story…”
“You’re telling me later.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Desmond, you do realize that that’s the lingerie queen, right? Victoria’s Secret top model? The one who turned down Playboy?” Rebecca exclaimed, perhaps a little bit inebriated.
“Huh?”
“Holy shit, there’s actually a guy out there who doesn’t know about her!”
Desmond blinked. “What?”
“Your hands must not see much action!”
“Rebecca, he’s been with Lucy for almost three years. He hasn’t had any need to become familiar with his right hand.”
“Oh,” Rebecca said, looking at Shaun as if he had just revealed some giant truth of life. “That’s right!”
The woman laughed loudly, and Shaun rolled his eyes. Desmond shook his head as he cleaned a few glasses and put them away, finishing his shift and gesturing Adha to the back room as he carried the bag and the boxes. Once he was there, he set them down, took off his apron, and pulled the top off the first, blinking when he saw a new pair of jeans. Surprised, he set the box down and pulled the jeans out.
“Do you like them?”
He pulled off his work pants and shimmied into them. After a second, a grin split his lips. They fit wonderfully. It was incredible, actually. These were great jeans.
“These are great! Where’d you get them?”
She flipped a hand. “Don’t worry. Do they fit?”
“Like a charm.”
He twisted in them, nodding.
“Open the other box. There’s a shirt, too.”
He blinked and unceremoniously ripped the top off the second box, pulling out something like a Second-Skin workout shirt. He blinked.
“Well? Try it on.”
He looked at her, grinned, and before he knew it, he was unbuttoning his shirt and slipping the other on. This was a nice material.
“How did you—”
“I saw you scramble passed my window last night. I thought you might want something different than a collared shirt to run in.”
He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. These were nice. These were something akin to high-priced clothing.
“How could you just—”
Adha laughed. “Weren’t you paying attention to Rebecca?”
Desmond raised an eyebrow. “I don’t once she’s got more than two drinks in her. It’s best not to.”
Adha chuckled. “I am a model for Victoria’s Secret. I get paid well.”
He folded his other clothes quickly and stuck them in the bag with the “manly” bras before throwing the boxes away. These clothes were comfortable, he mused as he stretched in them. He turned to her and smiled.
“You didn’t have to.”
He realized then, as he looked down at himself, that he was getting softer around the middle. He used to be in top shape before he met Lucy. Now he was getting fat. With a frown, he poked at his stomach.
“You look good.”
“I used to look better.”
“What happened?”
“I thought I found The One.”
“Well, rest assured that if I ever caught a man like you, he’d better damn well keep his ass in shape.”
He chuckled. “Goes with the model type, I guess.”
She scoffed. “Personal preference. So, you gonna take me home or not?”
“I thought your roomie—”
“Your home.”
He blinked, then shrugged. “I… guess so. I drive a motorcycle, though—”
“Cool, what kind?”
He blinked, telling her the model and the story of how he got his baby as she settled behind him, pressing against him tightly as he turned the bike on and sped off. She seemed to enjoy it, almost snuggling against his back as they drove off, the bag squished between them. When he pulled into the driveway and stopped the car, he chuckled when Adha didn’t immediately move.
“We’re here.”
“I know. I like it here.”
He blinked. “What?”
“I like it here.”
“You haven’t even looked…”
“I like it here. You smell really good.”
He grinned. “Would you like me to carry you in?”
“Oh, why not. Show me those muscles aren’t just for leaping about like a monkey.”
He snorted and turned, putting the kickstand on the bike down before sling his leg over and scooping her up. He wrangled the key from his pocket and headed to his door.
“So whatever happened to the stigma of a rebound-relationship?”
“You think I care about stigmas? I wouldn’t be a model if I did.”
“I do like your dress. I also liked the one from that night at Target.”
She grinned. “I should hope so. I had it custom made.”
He hummed thoughtfully as he adjusted her to slip the key in.
“So… do I get to meet your magical rats?”
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Re: To Borrow with No Intention of Returning 7
(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)writeranon, come back! :(
Re: To Borrow with No Intention of Returning 7
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