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Post by casey on Jan 25, 2012 11:02:52 GMT -6
 Casey had never been the type to dream about her wedding day.
After all, there was the whole fact that she was too free a spirit to seriously consider getting married. She hadn't been able to imagine what it would be like to tie herself to one guy forever. Where was the fun in that? The adventure? Casey could never pick just one guy to sleep with for the rest of her life. She just wasn't wired that way, or at least so she believed. She was too restless by nature. Even if she found a guy interesting enough to spend tine with outside of fucking, she knew she'd get tired of any guy eventually.
Plus, there was the whole arranged marriage thing hanging over her head. She was a princess, after all. Her parents would eventually force her into a marriage with somebody of "properly high rank" in the vampire ranks. A noble boy sure to strengthen the family's bloodlines. She'd known ever since she was little that her parents were planning on that, and though she had no intention of playing along nicely into their neat little plan, it was a hard thing to feel any sort of romance about. Especially after seeing how arranged marriage had turned out for her parents.
And lastly, formal events really weren't Casey's thing. Though she was of royal blood, she really hadn't inherited the necessary patience for shit like formal ceremonies, even ones that were all about her. Getting dressed up was one thing; Casey quite enjoyed slipping into her favorite slinky red dress as watching the men's heads turn when she went out to a bar or a party. But getting laced into some froufrou gown and having to stand quietly or make 'appropriate' conversation for hours on end was far from the vampire princess' idea of fun. Particularly because the people at such events were inevitably the most boring people she'd ever had the misfortune of talking to. One guy had droned at her about the thread count on his new sheets until Casey was about ready to throw him headfirst out the window and damn the consequences.
The one and only exception to any of this was Ian Beaumont. The two had been near inseparable when Casey was younger, before she'd run away from the responsibilities of being princess. They'd gotten into all kinds of mischief, blowing shit up left and right and laughing at the mayhem and chaos they caused. Casey had even thought to herself once or twice that, if her parents forced her to marry, Ian would be her first choice. He'd been her best friend, and the only friend she had among the noble class.
Still, she'd never really thought that it would happen. Particularly after she'd run away and not seen him for a good century, give or take a few years. But then, they'd happened to run into one another. Old feelings had come back up, and before long they'd become a couple. And then... Well, suffice to say, Ian had stayed with her through what was without a doubt the worst few months of Casey's life. She'd been almost nothing like her usual confident, assertive self. In the beginning, she had thought Ian would leave her because of it. Not because he was an ass, even though he was (and she loved him for it), but because she hadn't been the Casey he knew. But he hadn't left. He'd stayed through it all. So when he'd finally worked up the balls to pop the question, Casey had known for a month at least what her answer would be.
So, against all expectations, here she was. About to get married. The thought seemed unbelievably weird, but at the same time, just right. It was right to be with Ian. It was certainly the right place for the whole thing to go down. No big, droning, endless ceremony, no audience. Just her and Ian and the priest (who was the least priestly priest Casey had ever seen; all to the better, in her opinion). She was already looking forward to the honeymoon. Not that it would be all that different from their usual way of going about things. They already drank like fish and fucked like rabbits. Now they just had an (entirely unnecessary) excuse to do it even more.
She smiled slightly to herself and raked a hand through her long blonde hair, tossing a few wayward strands back over her shoulder to join the rest in hanging down her back. Maybe it was silly, but she was actually excited. It was a nice change from the past few months.
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Post by ian on Feb 19, 2012 10:43:01 GMT -6
Ian had never considered the day he was going to get married.
Not that he wasn't excited for it, hell, that was the exact opposite. He was extremely excited for his own wedding day, though honestly, he had never seen himself as the marriage type. He was an ass; to begin with. A destructive one, that liked to blow up shit and drink so much booze that you would begin to question if he had more booze than blood in his veins. Not to mention that he often times, would become bored with the person he was with by the six month mark, if not before. Most of them couldn't deal with Ian anyway, finding him impossible to reason with or even talk to, because he was generally drunk off his ass when he was with them. It was only because he had to be drunk to talk to them or even be around them in the first place because they were insanely boring to begin with. And you didn't even want to get the blonde vampire started on the royalty or nobility; because he had a lot to say about them, too.
If he thought normal people boring; Jesus Christ, nobles and royalty were even worse. They were so damn stuffy, lacked a proper personality and droned on and on for hours about shit Ian didn't give a damn about. Mostly about politics, which was one of the two things Ian couldn't give less of a shit about. [The other, being about religion or anything the Navy was doing] But unlike Casey, Ian had never really thought of or had gotten the opportunity to run away from all of that bullshit. So while she had been off having fun, the blonde had been stuck in the Navy, working off his sentence and kissing everybody's ass so he could keep his inheritance. If money hadn't been such a big deal then, he definitely would've just bailed like Casey. But it hadn't worked out like that. For almost a hundred years of his life, the Beaumont family had kept their youngest son on a tight leash, sending him enough money each month to keep him fed, but just enough so he couldn't get into trouble. It had almost gotten to the point to where they had forced him to get engaged to some stuff daughter of an even stuffier noble friend of his parents.
And if it hadn't been for Casey, he probably would've ended up marrying that irritating girl, becoming a pointless noble and a lap dog for the King, a man who hadn't ever really liked Ian to begin with. He had always claimed that the blonde had been a bad influence on their beloved daughter, and his own family said the same thing about Casey, behind closed doors of course. Not that Ian had ever much cared; politics or morality had never been his thing, anyhow. Sometimes, the blonde had to wonder if he had been born into the wrong class, to the wrong people. He was absolutely nothing like his own family and he was obviously not what a Beaumont son should be- well behaved, clean cut and charismatic. Ian wasn't any of those things, as he enjoyed burping to make dinners awkward, only shaved when Casey made him and was far too much of an ass to really make polite conversation, much less try to make friends with someone he didn't already know.
The only thing Ian did like about being of nobility was that without it, he wouldn't have ever met Casey Harvent, the woman he eventually figured out was the love of his life. He had had a boyish crush on her ever since he could remember, but over time, he had gotten over it and stored his memories and feelings for the blonde woman after she disappeared.
It's funny how all of those stored away emotions and memories can just pop back up when you see them again. Ian had first run into Casey a few years back, after not seeing her for over a hundred years. And in that moment he saw her, everything had returned, just like somebody had opened the flood gates in his head. And this time, that little crush he had on her back in the day? It had basically exploded into a Texas-sized one, full on and difficult to control. He meant, had you looked at Casey? She was absolutely fucking gorgeous, if not more so than he remembered. And despite all the shit they had been through, they were finally together. No more dramatics. No more lies. No more asshole relatives who wanted to keep them apart in fear that they reproduced. All of that was history, because today was the day that Ian Beaumont was going to marry Casey Harvent, a day up until recently, Ian couldn't even have fathomed. But it was here, and he was ready for it.
The blonde smiled, taking the smaller woman's hand into his. He was dressed in his usual attire, as neither of them had wanted to bother with an annoying ceremony or even with dressing up, something they both disliked greatly. So they had hired a priest who could keep his mouth shut; a guy Ian had done a favour for back in the day, so now he was returning it. Ian had rolled down the sleeves of his red jacket, his hair unbrushed and his red glasses to match [Casey digged the glasses, and she knew it]. He looked at the blonde woman and smirked. "You ready for this, babe?"
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Post by casey on Mar 15, 2012 0:14:17 GMT -6
Casey liked dresses as much as the next girl, but had never much been one for wedding gowns. Too stodgy and formal for her, especially because most of them were made for much taller women than she was. She didn’t want a dress she couldn’t move properly in, to be tripping over left and right every time she tried to move around. Plus, wedding dresses were fucking expensive. Who the hell needed to fork over a thousand doubloons for a single dress, especially when those were the cheaper ones? She could look perfectly sexy in her favorite slinky red dress, and it was way more her style. She and Ian had decided very quickly that they weren’t gonna bother with dressing up to get married, since they weren’t doing the whole big ceremony thing.
Her almost-husband took her hand and Casey grinned, giving him a slow once-over. She started with his hand, which looked huge next to her small one (plenty big enough to hold her pistol, though, she thought). Then up from there. Casey would be lying if she said she didn’t love how Ian looked in a suit, but he looked plenty hot in his usual, more casual clothes. She took her sweet time getting up to meet his eyes, looking down at her from behind his red-framed glasses (she dug the glasses, even though she liked to tease him about them). Her grin grew even wider as her electric blue eyes met his.
Was she ready for this? What kind of stupid question was that? She wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. If there was one thing everyone who’d so much as met Casey knew, it was that it was damn near impossible to get the vampire princess to do anything she didn’t want to do, and even harder to deter her from doing something she’d decided she wanted. And something that less people knew, but Ian definitely did, was that if she felt trapped into a certain situation or path, Casey had a tendency to just… disappear. To run away, like she had from her responsibilities as a princess and the expectations her parents had tried to force on her. So, whether she had opted to run or fight, there was no way she would be standing in this church with Ian if she didn’t absolutely want to. She’d made up her mind months ago, and wasn’t about to back down now.
”You ain’t getting rid of me now, babe,” she told him teasingly, her mouth quirking into the beginnings of a smirk. ”I can’t remember being readier for anything in my life.”
She squeezed his hand, then glanced at the priest as the guy came over to them. Casey’s eye twitched slightly with the effort of suppressing a laugh; he had just about the largest potbelly she’d ever seen. Or maybe she should call it a beer gut. In any case, it was poking out slightly from underneath the guy’s colorful Hawaiian shirt. Also, judging by the smell, he’d had a few beers that night already, but that didn’t bother Casey in the least. Getting married by a fat, drunk priest sounded just about right to Casey’s irreverent sensibilities. Plus, it was bound to be amusing, depending on how drunk the guy really was and how good or bad he was at holding his alcohol.
Casey hadn’t actually been to this city before now, though she’d heard all sorts of fun things about it, but so far she’d liked what she’d seen. She’d had more than enough of boring little towns with nothing going on. After they were done with the (considerably shortened) ceremony, she was looking forward to tearing up the town with Ian. There’d be explosions and fires all over town by the time they were finished, a thought which brought an even wider grin to Casey’s face.
The thought made her impatient to quit standing around and start the ceremony, so she looked up at the fat priest. ”Oi, Father what’s-your-face, let’s get this show on the road, huh?” The priest chuckled and nodded, stepping closer to them. Casey looked back up at Ian and gave his hand another squeeze. She was ready to be married to him, already.
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Post by ian on May 5, 2012 15:15:38 GMT -6
A broad smile spread across the blonde man's face when he heard his lover's reply. He hadn't expected her to say anything else, but it made him even happier to hear her say it. "That's good, 'cuz this ring was made for that tiny hand of yours." Ian chuckled to himself as he said so. He wasn't kidding, his teeny bride-to-be had required a custom fitting that took the damn jeweler a few times to get properly. And considering that she hadn't actually been there when the ring was being sized for the umpteenth time, it was a wild shot in the dark at the size. He had just gone as small as reasonably possible. The blonde had also made the arrangements for the priest, which had taken awhile to find, surprisingly enough. He had to look in the nastiest part of a hole-in-the-wall part of town to find this guy, as he had been fearing that Ian's returned favour would have been far more dastardly. And the vampire found the obese priest just made a statement about the future rulers of the Vampiric throne's marriage. It fit them, really. Plus, everything about the guy made Ian want to laugh hysterically. Even his name was ridiculous; what kind of name was Priest Chuck Finley?
Ian squeezed Casey's hand, feelings of both excitement and nervousness overcame him. While he was absolutely in love with the woman who's hand he was cutting the circulation of, there was just that small, tiny sliver in his brain telling him that this might be a bad idea. It sounded an awful lot like his father, too. Which opted the blonde vampire to ignore it. But much like that ancient asshole, it was nagging at him. Like this was a bad idea somehow. Getting married so young, by a vampire's standards was generally a bad idea. And once they took the throne, they were going to be actually ruling. Not next-in-line or in waiting, actual king and queen. Nobody would be able to control them now. They would be in charge of other people's lives, most of them he would never even fathom to know. The race of vampires was a large one, more than Ian cared to count. What if he was bad at it, like his father and everybody else thought he was gonna be? What if Casey ran away again? She was pretty good at that, like she had right after their engagement or when they had first gotten together?
The blonde frowned. Did Casey think about these things? Was she doubting anything? Was he the only one? Maybe he wasn't ready for this, even if he thought he was. What if he he was making a mistake? He didn't want to think he was, but the sensation of cold feet had gradually made him doubt this idea a little. Would they be able to have fun like they did now? Ian wasn't sure he could deal with the stress again, which would be even worse than before. His hazel eyes fell to the floor to the moment, trying to hide his expression from Casey. Deep in thought, he didn't want Casey or the fatass priest to get the wrong message.
Apparently neither had been paying attention to the taller blonde man, as they were talking about getting on with the ceremony. Ian wasn't paying much attention to them, as he was lost in thought. His train of thought however, was soon broken by Casey's laid-back and beautiful voice. ”Oi, Father what’s-your-face, let’s get this show on the road, huh?” Ian blinked and stared down at his bride-to-be again, her infectious smile replaced his own doubtful frown. It was as if all of that doubt had just idly disappeared. They had been through so much shit together, they were obviously in love, so why not tie the knot? Besides, once he was king and she was the sexiest bitch queen ever, they were gonna kick the fuck out of his pretentious father anyhow. "Yeah, Finley. Get on with it, I wanna have what you were having earlier." he added. The priest only laughed and proceeded on. The large priest opened his mouth and started rambling on about the whole religious aspect of the marriage. Ian only rolled his eyes and sighed."Dude. Save that shit for the angels, we're here to get married- not die from boredom." the priest only nodded again.
"Alright, you impatient bastards. Do you, Ian Beaumont, take Casey Harvent to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?" Ian Beaumont only smiled and nodded. "Yuup." he replied happily. The priest sighed sadly and rolled his eyes. "Do you, Casey Harvent, take Ian Beaumont, to be your partner in life and sharing your path; equal in love, a mirror for your true self, promising to honor and cherish, through good times and bad, until death do you part?"
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Post by casey on Jun 2, 2012 5:29:38 GMT -6
Contrary to popular belief, Casey’s reckless , impulsive nature didn’t mean she was stupid. Her blunt manner didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of the subtler things going on around her; it just meant that she didn’t care enough about them to acknowledge them, instead preferring to charge on ahead and let the consequences be damned. Sure, it had gotten her into trouble a few times, but it was a damn sight better than letting that sort of thing spoil her fun. Paying attention to subtle little clues was boring. Casey had found, in her experience, that most things fun enough to be important became big sooner or later, so she wasn’t too concerned with little things.
Still, considering she was just a couple feet from the guy (and most of that was the height difference), her usual disregard for little subtle things didn’t stop her from noticing the odd expression that took over her soon-to-be husband’s face for a moment. Apparently, he hadn’t realized that looking at the floor actually made it easier for Casey to see his face (Duh, moron, Casey thought affectionately). Some people might have jumped to conclusions and thought that it was prompted by something wrong with their relationship, but Casey knew better. She and Ian were very similar people, after all, and she was ninety-nine percent sure she knew what was going on in that blond head of his.
Much as she had wanted to in the past, and as hard as she had tried, Casey had finally had to concede to herself that she couldn’t ignore her royal blood. Even though she’d spent the last century essentially breaking all ties to the throne she’d never wanted, her relationship with Ian had apparently still been important enough for his father to make his dickwad move. And now, despite everything, she was getting married. As much as she wished it could be just about her and Ian, it would have taken a much stupider woman than Casey to actually believe it.
Getting married was, basically, an ascension to the throne for Casey. As soon as their irreverent little ceremony was over, she would be queen, and Ian would be king. It made the tiny vampire’s stomach churn a little bit to think about it. She’d been running away from that very responsibility her entire life. She’d never wanted it, never wanted to be in charge of so many people’s lives, and when her parents had tried to force her into it, she’d simply up and left. That was basically the reason she and Ian hadn’t gotten hitched a lot sooner; a century not seeing each other had kind of put a hold on their relationship. Casey still didn’t want the power that came with being queen, but she’d decided it was worth it. For one thing, she wanted to be with Ian badly enough that she was willing to put up with the whole business. Plus, as an added bonus, becoming queen would give her the opportunity to get back at Ian’s dick father, and make sure the asshole could never hurt either of them again. To her, that was worth it.
Apparently, Ian came to the same conclusion, because before long a smile to match her own had replaced the troubled look on his face. Casey suspected they’d have to talk about it sooner or later, but not right now. Right now, she wanted to get the ceremony over with and move on to the drinking and fucking that followed. As soon as the priest started to ramble about the religious aspect of the whole thing, Casey rolled her eyes and started to tell him to get on with it, but Ian beat her to the punch. She grinned at him, the expression only growing when he answered yes to the priest’s question. She hadn’t expected any other answer, but it was still pretty fucking great to hear. The priest repeated a similar question, this time to Casey, and she answered without hesitation. ”Hell yeah, I do.”
The priest snorted and snapped his Bible shut, tucking it under one arm and straightening his brightly colored shirt. ”Right, now exchange your rings.” Casey reached into her pocket and pulled out the larger of the two wedding rings they’d had made. She picked up Ian’s left hand, quite a bit larger than her own, and slid the ring onto his fourth finger. It fit perfectly (not that that was surprising).
Once Ian had done the same to Casey, the priest drew himself up. Despite the exasperated front he was putting out, Casey saw the amused look in his eye as he waved a hand imperiously. ”By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.” Casey saw the beginnings of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. ”You may now commence sucking face.”
Casey laughed and reached up, fisting a hand in the front of Ian’s shirt. She pulled his face down to meet hers, rising onto her toes to make herself as tall as she could, and kissed him hard. He tasted like booze and Ian, and she was pretty damn sure there wasn’t a better taste in the whole world.
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Post by ian on Jun 13, 2012 13:31:34 GMT -6
The moment Ian slid the large rock on that tiny finger of Casey's, a large swell of excitement filled the vampire's heart. His midget bride's vow made him smile and almost burst out laughing. Her laid-back and blunt attitude made him giggle, she was so chill all the damn time, it was awesome. Sometimes he had to wonder why of all people, she was still interested in him. He was an ass. A sexy ass, definitely. A sexy, destructive ass, fuck yeah. But other than that, he didn't have much going on. He was essentially broke now [not that he suspected she gave a damn about that], his family were completely dipshits and he was totally out of a job. The only conclusion he could come to was that he was one lucky bastard, and he couldn't be happier that she had chosen to spend the rest of her life with him. The priest's voice rang loud and tiredly as he finished the end of his ceremony. ”By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.” Ian smirked and looked down at his midget bride. ”You may now commence sucking face.” The blonde vampire smirked. "Now that, I can d-" he was cut off by his face being raped by Casey's mouth.
God, he loved this woman. She had the tongue like an electric eel. Ian hoisted Casey up, allowing her to attach herself to his longer body. He wrapped his arms tightly around his bride and proceeded to eat her face, his tongue entwining with her's on more than one occasion. He was fortunate to be a being that didn't technically need to breath, because there was at least a minute or two in there where he had absolutely no space or time to. He was eager to take her home and get under that favourite dress of her's, get drunk sometime in between. Rather, rinse, repeat. They'd done it before, like the night they had gotten engaged and pretty much every Tuesday night, but he had heard that newlywed sex was somehow even better. Having never been married before, he wouldn't know. But those same people also said that pregnant sex was awesome too. The only way he could think of that being awesome was that he wouldn't have to use a condom. Or was it some kind of magical thing? Was that what women used on men when they wanted to have children? It made sense, in a twisted and creepy sense.
As his hand slid up the back of her dress, it occurred to Ian that he could now be considered the king. King of the goddamn, no. King of the motherfucking Vampires. In a few day's time, he could be chilling in that bigass lazy boy Casey's father called a throne and hanging from the chandelier without getting scolded at by parents, like he had done when he was a kid. He and Case could finally kick his own dicktastic dad's ass to the curb. Get that sweet, sweet vengeance that that asshole desperately had coming to him. It had been so far below the belt to attack Casey the way he had, having someone go as far to rape her. Ian wasn't big on killing people when he didn't have to [unless for the sake of esplosions], but by god, he was going to kill that ancient bastard. And he was going to enjoy it so goddamn much. In fact, he might have that malevolent bastard's head sawed off and put on a pike on the front yard, just for the fucking hell of it.
Ian suddenly felt a large, leather-bound bible smack on the back of his skull. It made a large 'thwack' sound as Finley scowled and looked at the newlyweds. "Oi, knock it off kids. Save it for later. You guys promised to buy me a round at the bar." he grunted as he slid his hands in his pockets. The blonde stared at him for a moment, not recalling this at all. But after a moment, he decided that the bastard probably deserved it and fuck, he could use a good drink right about now. Ian turned his face back to his new bride, his head resting against her's. "Sound good to you, babe?" he smirked. "I mean, we were planning on getting drunk anyway."
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Post by casey on Jun 21, 2012 16:18:01 GMT -6
Casey felt Ian’s arms loop around behind her and tighten, her feet leaving the ground as Ian straightened back up, taking her with him. She grinned into the kiss and looped her free arm around his neck, her short legs wrapping around Ian’s waist to help hold her up. It didn’t matter how much time she spent making out with Ian, it never seemed to get old. She still got the same rush every time their lips met as she had the very first time. If that wasn’t love, Casey didn’t know what was.
She made full use of the fact that neither of them needed to breathe (technically) for some hardcore sucking face. The hand she had fisted in Ian’s shirt released its grip and slid down across his chest. Ian wasn’t exactly ripped, but he did have some muscle, and Casey was quite fond of his abs in particular. Her fingers played across them, then slid up and under Ian’s red shirt. She traced the muscles absently as their makeout session continued, liking the feel of Ian’s warm skin under her palm (contrary to popular belief, vampires didn’t feel any cooler than normal humans or anything weird like that) and his big hand on her back. Her other arm tightened, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
Now that they were married, Casey realized, she and Ian were officially the king and queen. Casey’s parents had been dead for a while, and though she supposed Claude had technically been regent (seeing as he was older than her), neither of them had particularly wanted to step up and assume responsibility. Casey still wasn’t too hot on the idea. After all, that was the whole thing she’d run away from in the first place. She liked her chaotic life just the way it was, and didn’t particularly like the idea of people scrutinizing it and judging her any more than they already did.
But it was worth it, she told herself, for any number of reasons. First and foremost, of course, was Ian. She wanted to be with him badly enough to go back to what she’d run away from so long ago. She figured maybe it would be bearable now; if they got too stressed out, she and Ian could get roaring drunk and fuck each other into unconsciousness . It sounded like a pretty damn good stress management strategy to Casey, at least, but maybe she was biased (if so, she was completely okay with that).
Besides, now that she was queen, she could finally take revenge on that rat bastard Ian had once called his father. She still had no intention of telling anybody what he had done to her – Ian knew, and as far as Casey was concerned, he was the only one who ever would – but damned if she wasn’t going to make him pay through the nose for it anyway. It wouldn’t be enough to just kill the guy; she wanted to rip him apart in every way possible. She wanted to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her, and she knew Ian would be behind her on it every step of the way. Not that she needed him to be, but it was still nice to know. Some part of Casey was still scared of the bastard, though she’d never admit that to herself, let alone anyone else. It was reassuring to know that he would be there to back her up, just like he had been after it happened. Maybe they could make an example of the asshole; even if Casey didn’t want to tell people what had happened, she could make it very clear that anybody who fucked with her (or Ian, for that matter) in any way would end up with their head on a stick.
A loud ‘thwack’ sounded, and Ian’s face bumped slightly into Casey’s. She pulled back a little and looked at the priest, who’d smacked Ian on the back of the head with his big bible. A mock-scowl came over the tiny vampire’s face; she was far too happy at the moment to actually be angry, but still. She’d been enjoying that kiss, dammit.
”You must be letting the booze go t’your head, ‘cause you’re just making shit up now,” she told him frankly, sliding her hand out from under Ian’s shirt and looping it around his neck with the other one. Looking at the fat priest was completely ruining her sex drive, which she supposed had been his intention. She glanced at Ian and rolled her eyes, though she didn’t pull back when he rested his head against hers. ”Fine, fine,” she mock-grumbled, fingers of one hand messing absently with the hair at the nape of Ian’s neck. It’d be funny to see the big fat priest get roaring drunk and go stumbling around anyway. A night at the bar was never complete without a bit of property damage, after all.
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