[RP] I just wanna be loved by you...
Sep. 17th, 2007 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
little_callahanHer footsteps were silent as the grave as she crept up the front porch steps of the house Baileigh Solis and Max Carter shared...well, except for the light thump as she limped cheerfully along.
It was a minor inconvenience, having sprained her ankle and broken three digits on her left hand, but she'd manage. She barely felt the lingering aches, pains, and bruises of her sorry state due to the simple fact that she was in Corpus, Cain was getting laid tonight (which would make him SO much more manageable)...and Max Carter was right behind the front door she now stood before.
She could have both arms and legs broken...she'd still be on that stoop with a smile and a wave as long as he was the one turning that knob.
//You are *so* screwed, Val.// she laughed to herself as she rang the doorbell and hobbled over to hide in the shadows near the door. Her plan was to lean out and yell to scare him...and yeah, she so would *not* manage it because Carter could smell her coming a mile away...but if she was lucky, he'd crank it up and come over to kick her ass, and she'd turn a temper tantrum into a nice, long make out session.
She'd let him hold her...chase away that little piece of cold that sometimes followed her when she was on a job, especially like the one in Arizona. It had been a while since she'd gone up against a ghost that was so openly violent, and violent male spirits always made her a little skittish...
Shaking it off, she fought to keep completely silent as she heard footsteps in the foyer...ohhh yeah, he was in a bad mood. He'd probably slam that door open and cuss out the world when nobody was there...but then his nostrils would flare and his head would turn, and he would *know*.
And it was totally pathetic that she couldn't wait for him to go all wolfy on her and stalk over to growl and haul her in and nibble on her neck...absently, her hand drifted up to rub the bruise on her neck that was almost gone...she didn't heal as fast as most, given her condition, and she liked it because the marks he left on her stayed longer, but it had been too long since she flirted with that little bit of danger that came every time his teeth were on her skin. Sure, he could turn her if he got too rough and broke the skin...but it was worth it to sport that lingering reminder that she was all his...
Her thoughts cut off as the door opened...and in spite of herself, Valkyrie let out a giggle of anticipation.
It was a minor inconvenience, having sprained her ankle and broken three digits on her left hand, but she'd manage. She barely felt the lingering aches, pains, and bruises of her sorry state due to the simple fact that she was in Corpus, Cain was getting laid tonight (which would make him SO much more manageable)...and Max Carter was right behind the front door she now stood before.
She could have both arms and legs broken...she'd still be on that stoop with a smile and a wave as long as he was the one turning that knob.
//You are *so* screwed, Val.// she laughed to herself as she rang the doorbell and hobbled over to hide in the shadows near the door. Her plan was to lean out and yell to scare him...and yeah, she so would *not* manage it because Carter could smell her coming a mile away...but if she was lucky, he'd crank it up and come over to kick her ass, and she'd turn a temper tantrum into a nice, long make out session.
She'd let him hold her...chase away that little piece of cold that sometimes followed her when she was on a job, especially like the one in Arizona. It had been a while since she'd gone up against a ghost that was so openly violent, and violent male spirits always made her a little skittish...
Shaking it off, she fought to keep completely silent as she heard footsteps in the foyer...ohhh yeah, he was in a bad mood. He'd probably slam that door open and cuss out the world when nobody was there...but then his nostrils would flare and his head would turn, and he would *know*.
And it was totally pathetic that she couldn't wait for him to go all wolfy on her and stalk over to growl and haul her in and nibble on her neck...absently, her hand drifted up to rub the bruise on her neck that was almost gone...she didn't heal as fast as most, given her condition, and she liked it because the marks he left on her stayed longer, but it had been too long since she flirted with that little bit of danger that came every time his teeth were on her skin. Sure, he could turn her if he got too rough and broke the skin...but it was worth it to sport that lingering reminder that she was all his...
Her thoughts cut off as the door opened...and in spite of herself, Valkyrie let out a giggle of anticipation.
