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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Feb 16, 2010 8:24:47 GMT 1
She was drawn into Silas’ embrace and if it weren’t for the circumstances, she would have felt safe and protected. But all she felt was cold. Every inch of her was bare, and Abraham had seen more of her then she ever wanted him to ever see again. She would never look as good as she had at her prime, back when she and Abe were doing desk time of their own. There were plenty of things she could be thinking about right now, so why had she settled on how good she looked naked to Abe ten years after he’d stuck his foot in her life?
Jac pressed close to Silas, turning her face away from Abraham and resting her cheek on Silas’s chest. Maybe if she closed her eyes and wished real hard, all this would go away. It would be just her and Silas and she’d still be feeling warm and fuzzy as she tidied up the mess they’d made.
The mess had been an accomplishment – she and Silas had a knack for destroying rooms when they were otherwise occupied – but now it was just embarrassing. The whole thing was embarrassing. Thank you Abe, for ruining perhaps the best sex she’d ever had. Thank you Abe, for making Jac self-conscious enough to hide against Silas rather than seek out her wand and get this humility over with.
At least Silas was reacting admirably. If he had his wand, things would be perfect, and Abe would be a smouldering pile of ashes on the floor rather than a blubbering idiot in the doorway. A doorway which was still open, through which any passerby could see her naked back. She slipped both arms around Silas, and closed her eyes despairingly. Jac wasn’t sure if she could be more disgraced if a staff member happened to come by and gawk along with Abe.
She wanted to be angry. She wanted to be as gut-clenchingly frightening as Silas was at this moment. With her ear against his chest, his roar was deafening but she clung on. With the anger directed at Abraham, she could at least feel a little satisfied that the professor was getting the dose of rage he deserved. If only she could bring herself to join in.
Jac had thought Abraham would scarper after that, but no. He just had to keep talking. His sentences were disjointed, but Jac could not bring herself to look at him, as if not seeing him would mean he wasn’t there.
And then the final straw was an obscure one. He just had to mention the door.
What the fuck was she doing with her life? She’d been having sex on a desk in an open office with her boss who she’d drugged with love potion while her boyfriend of a decade ago watched. She was practically depraved. She felt like a prostitute. Oh Merlin, she could not deal with this right now. She could feel tears starting to well, and she was glad that neither man could see her face. She would not cry in front of Abraham Grey.
“Just leave.” She bit out, her voice throaty with emotion. She could only hope that Abraham would mistake it for rage rather than shame.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 1, 2010 8:10:46 GMT 1
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“I expect you need a stiff drink after...”
Holy shit and he still wasn’t leaving.
You could practically measure the levels of hate rising the longer Abe stood around. At long last the professor seemed to come to his senses and started backing out the door; albeit so slowly it was like he thought any sudden move would provoke them. Jac’s head rested against Silas's chest and he lifted his hand from around her waist to cup the back of her head, his glare never leaving Abe's retreating shape.
But, apparently, Abe wasn’t done. The man stopped right before he was out into the hallway, defensively blurting “For the record I wasn’t looking!” and causing Silas to unleash another stream of curse words.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he spat venomously, in time for Abe to go on about something about doors. The commotion was going to start attracting security at this rate, and that was the last thing anyone needed; for this fucking mess to get any worse.
Jac seemed to be reading his mind and her hoarse “Just leave,” came from under his chin.
“Three seconds, Grey,” Silas backed up angrily. He’d been using the countdown technique a bit too often this week, but fuck, at least it actually got results. It wasn’t that he wanted to get on bad terms with Abe, but what tenuous patience he had left was about to snap. If there was any plus to this situation it was that it might encourage Abe to start leaving Jac the hell alone. He was good company aside from that one massive fault.
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 29, 2010 16:11:26 GMT 1
It was impossible to miss the way Jacaranda was leaning into Silas, his arm wrapped protectively around her and her face buried into his chest. Given the intimacy of the situation Abe had just walked in on he shouldn’t have been so surprised at their closeness, but for some reason he hadn’t expected them to show such a... United front. And for some reason he was oddly hurt by the observation. She was turned away from him, which was understandable considering she was naked as the day she was born, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all before. In fact if he hadn’t been freaking out quite so thoroughly he might have been able to admire the view.
Abe’s stuttered and less than eloquent explanation wasn’t going down well, it wasn’t difficult to figure that out from the thunderous expression on Silas’s face and the way he was pretty sure he’d spotted Jacaranda’s shoulders shuddering, a sure sign that she was struggling to keep her composure. He crossed his arms defensively, face twisted into an apologetic grimace that was imploring the two of them to understand. At that moment he was finding it hard to imagine that either of them might ever forgive him and he couldn’t just leaving knowing he’d probably lost whatever relationship he had with Jacaranda and a good friend (or if he was being honest with himself his best friend).
”Okay, okay!” Abe conceded, before Silas could start counting down, a technique he remembered all too well from his childhood that his mother only used when she was truly at the end of her notoriously rather short tether. ”Just know that I’m sorry.” He insisted, tone pleading even as he began to back up again. ”And I didn’t mean to...” Abe hated that he couldn’t fix this. He’d been able to talk down an irate and homicidal vampire, but he couldn’t even explain to his friends that he wasn’t a voyeuristic pervert.
His rather developed sense of self preservation was warning him that he’d more than outstayed his welcome, though, and that he really didn’t want to know what would happen when Silas got to ‘one’. So as soon as he was clear of the door Abe turned on his heel and hurried out the club, once again not finding a reason to stop and enjoy the view that the dancers provided. Nudity was really the last thing he wanted to be confronted with ever again. Just great, he was probably going to develop some kind of complex.
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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Apr 3, 2010 9:29:17 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/jac_bg.jpg,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/jac_foot.jpg][atrb=style,background-position: bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 2px 30px 88px 150px; text-align: justify;]There was something equally frightening and comforting about Silas’s anger. On one hand, if it had been directed at her, she would be diving for cover, but as Abraham was the target she felt defended and secure. It was a tenuous safety though, one that would dissipate as soon as another pair of eyes set sight on the scene. With her eyes tightly closed, she could only hope for Abe to be gone and the door to be closed.
The woman buried her face against her employer’s collar bone as his hand came to support her head. Her breath was shaky, but at least the sudden chill that had come over her since Abraham had stumbled in was chased away a little by the warmth Silas provided. But by the grace of Merlin, she needed her clothes. She wanted her least form-fitting trousers, and a thick jumper to hide in. She wondered if she would have to confidence to wear anything else for a week.
Silas’s anger was reaching the brink, and over that brink were exploding filing cabinets and smashing glasses, either of which would ruin the trust she was putting in Silas at this moment. Thankfully, Abraham was making his sorry final excuses and Silas exhaled as the professor presumably left. Jac could almost feel the tension levels drop and before the footsteps had even faded in the hallway, Jac was pushing to be let up.
She went straight for her clothes, crouching and digging though them until she found her wand. With a sharp jab and a snapped command, the door swung shut and slammed with a force that could have rocked the building. Jac straightened, still entirely naked, and glared at the door for a few long seconds. Both fists were clenched, as was her jaw, and her eyelashes glistened with the tears she’d managed thus far to keep from falling.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 10, 2010 19:06:54 GMT 1
Watching Abe vanish was a mercy. Unfortunately, the tension didn’t vanish along with him. Jac was moving like she wanted to stand and Silas stepped aside. Hell, it wasn’t like he could keep her there. She scurried off, leaving a sudden coldness along with her absence that had nothing to do with the temperature.
Silas shook up his thoughts. Right. Wand. He needed that.
Clothes. Where had they gone? He followed her example and moved to search, opting to mutter a non-stop diatribe of swearwords at the same time. Most of them were unintelligible, although you didn’t need to be a genius to work out who they were aimed at. Abe’s name had been dropped a handful of times.
Ah, there we go. Jac’s grey skirt, his own navy blue trousers and both their pants had wound up pushed back beneath the desk. Silas ducked underneath it to recover them, and right on cue the door slammed with a loud CRASH. He jumped, the back of his head colliding with a sharp thud on the roof of the desk.
“Son of a bitch!” he growled, resurfacing with a handful of clothes and glaring murderously at the door.
Jac glanced over at the noise, and whatever Silas was about to say next was forgotten the moment he saw the look on her face. She wasn’t crying yet, but she was noticeably distressed, her eyes watering and looking dangerously like she was about to burst into tears. Silas felt his stomach drop – something entirely new.
Oh shit.
Thanks a bunch, Abe.
Silas stood up and hurried over, laying his free hand worriedly on her upper arm as though afraid he might hurt her. Tears. His only experience with making them stop was when they were a reaction to fear or pain. Fear he could understand, even if he wasn’t familiar with it. But this? This was confusing. Something new was on his face already: genuine concern.
“Hey, it’s all right,” he said automatically, briefly wondering how stupid that sounded. Jac clearly didn’t see everything as being ‘all right’. “He’s gone, and that won’t be happening again.”
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Post by Jacaranda Mulciber on Apr 29, 2010 20:40:53 GMT 1
She would have continued the glare at the door had Silas not diverted her attention. Probably just as well, she was likely to burn holes in the door with the ferocity of her gaze. Silas seemed just as righteous, but then as he saw her, his expression changed. Ordinarily she might thing it was due to her lack of clothes, but the heat she could feel in her cheeks and the steady burn of her throat and eyes told her otherwise. She made a rough noise in her throat and looked away.
Jac cleared her throat, and felt Silas’s warm hand on her upper arm. She averted her eyes downward, and when she realised that didn’t make her feel any better (for once), she rolled her head back and looked at the ceiling. She muttered an oath, taking a deep breath to try and clear the knot in her throat. Fuck, why now? Things had been going well. Things were certainly not 'alright'. What version of events was Silas thinking of? She could feel a hex coming on.
But then at the concern in Silas’s voice… that was certainly not the Silas she knew. Jac lowered her face and set her eyes on his. Was that actual concern? Silas Rosier actually cared? The irrational rage at Abraham and this whole situation wanted to shrug Silas’s hand away, put on her clothes and flounce out, but then the realisation that what had started this whole fiasco might have been worth while was a realisation she could not ignore.
The accountant glanced to the closed door, and took what clothes of hers he had found, managing even not to snatch. She muttered a thank you, and a ghost of a smile. Swiftly she slipped into her underwear and skirt, and wondered where her bra and blouse could have gotten to. She was calming now, the aftermath fading to a numb white static in her mind.
She could deal with this. She’d get over it. It wasn’t all lost. She returned to Silas and ducked her head under his chin. Silently, she embraced him, resting her cheek against his collarbone. So Abe had seen her spread over Silas’s desk not wearing much of anything and in the middle of a little x-rated overtime; nothing he hadn’t seen before. Silas was right about it not happened again however. Not if she burned Abe’s eyes out. Or maybe sent a nice cursemail to bite his genitals off. Her cheek lifted and firmed against Silas’s chest as she smiled. Yes, now she felt a little better.
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