((OOC: Continued from here.))

Java shrugged slightly, carefully arching her back as she slipped back into her slacks. "You know I wouldn't be here if I didn't have time to be," she offered, her attention, having noted his smirk, returning to the issue of redressing. "Think I'd put you into suspicion over something as silly as this, Mega?" A ( Read more... )

((OOC:A more family-friendly continuation of this lovely smut thread.))As her heartbeat gradually slowed, the rush of their lovemaking wearing off, a smirk slipped across Java's lips. She stretched out on her back, serpentine, her arms stretching along the blankets above her head as she smiled up at the ceiling, with the heat of Mega's arm ( Read more... )

In the living room, Java sat on the couch, chewing on her lower lip and staring at the wall. The paint had long since withered, flaking in tiny strips of sickly white lead along the floorboards, and she looked at the chips on the edge of the carpet as the old couch creaked slightly beneath her.

Ram had laughed at her, had laughed after fucking ( Read more... )

By the time that breakfast was said and done, with the dishes cleaned and placed back in the cupboard, Java's happiness over what had happened the night before was slowly giving way to reservations. Setting the dish towel on the counter, she slipped around behind her husband as they stood in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around his waist and ( Read more... )

((OOC: Continued from here.))

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Java gave her husband an affectionate smile as he took a seat at the counter; he looked so sweetly naive as he smiled at her, and her features softened. No one else would ever see this side of him, she knew; her husband had run a tight reign of terror over the city (a fact that still made Java proud when she ( Read more... )

((OOC: Cont. from hereJava led her husband out of the bedroom, keeping a kittenish distance between them that allowed her to appreciate him on the sly. She wondered, vaguely, what their old henchmen would say if they could see them now, parading down the hallway with the tousled, half-clothed confidence of lovers, posture flawless and eyes wicked ( Read more... )

The first thing Java noticed, as the late-morning sun pulled her awake, was that she had slept through the night. For the first time in a week, she had not woken up in the darkness, bound to a chair and muttering to herself from the nightmares; here she had slept too heavily even to dream, and it was wonderful. The sheets brushed softly against ( Read more... )

((OOC: Continued from: Mega's Evil Doer HeadquartersThe breeze was strong and cool against her flushed cheeks as Java left the base, and she pulled her jacket a little closer to her body as she walked into the wind, wiping away her smudged lipstick with the side of her thumb. The wind was never quite as bad in the city, but here on the outskirts ( Read more... )

Ram's apartment was on the edge of the city, and Java hesitated a moment at the battered entrance to the complex, her gaze pulled involuntarily to that hazy, kilometer-thick line in which the city reluctantly gave way to something that more or less passed for wilderness. The trees crept in slowly, slipping down the mountain and up from the south ( Read more... )

[OOC: Continuation of this thread.]

Java's eyes narrowed at Ram's condescending mannerisms, all fear and guilt over having lied to him melting into annoyance as she watched her husband haughtily thumb through his old copy of Metamorphosis. Still reading that old trash, she mused, sincerely hoping that Ram was fed up enough with her to forego a ( Read more... )