[MGW] 15 - Franklin P. Jones Quote (RP, open to bee_covas_solis)

[big_callahan]

He was a fucking idiot, and made a mental note never to breed so that the stupid gene wouldn't get passed down. He deserved it, too, after pulling a boner like this

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[deep_red_bells]

"I'm sorry." Baileigh winced as the words left her mouth before she could stop them. It was hard not to keep apologizing when she'd just put her freaking elbow into his eye--and she'd been intending to smash him in the nose, thank God she'd actually managed to miss.

Nearly getting killed on a regular basis tended to make one a little high strung. Add to that inhuman strength and speed and it was a pretty dangerous combination.

"I'll make it up to you," she blurted out, leaning in to lay her hands carefully on his cheeks and kiss him deeply. "God, I'm so sorry...now you really look like hell, what have you been doing?! I only gave you the one shiner, the other one I know isn't my fault."

[big_callahan]

"Arizona." Cain answered tersely, catching her with an arm around her waist to keep her close as he kissed her again. Jesus, seemed like every time he saw her, she felt even more like fucking Heaven, and tasted just as good. Tonight he could taste the tang of cherries on her lips, and knew just who to blame for the slice missing out of the cherry pie that was sitting on the counter.

Breaking the kiss with a sigh, he shrugged, letting his hand drift up to toy with the badge pinned to her uniform...looking for an excuse, any excuse just to touch her, just to keep her close. Felt too goddamn much like his days chasing, sometimes...the way he was always craving her. Worse than goddamn drugs...

"Had a problem with a hunt up near Prescott." he explained. "Ghost...old land developer. Had his remains burned and scattered over the foundation of his last project...old bed and breakfast, historical monument and shit. I took a tea kettle to the face...you should see Kiki and Jules."

[deep_red_bells]

Baileigh never could keep herself from fussing over him after they'd been apart for a while, mostly because he always came back bruised and aching. Hell, who was she kidding, he lived bruised and aching. She compulsively straightened his collar, smoothed the wrinkles in his shirt, rested her fingertips on his cheeks, winced at the swollen eye she'd just given him and tried not to think about just how much she feared that someday, he'd leave and he wouldn't be come back

[big_callahan]

It always surprised him to hear her say it...to hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes that she not only missed him, but feared for him. It was there in every frenetic little touch, and in the way she stayed so close, like she needed to feel the warmth of his body to *know* for sure he was alive and well. Those restless little touches and caresses were like a balm...and at the same time, they always got him kind of worked up.

At her wisecrack about the uniform, Cain's eyes narrowed and his scowl deepened as he removed the meat from his eye again and laid it on the counter, wrapping both arms around her waist and dragging her against him.

"You fuckin' with me?" he growled, leaning in to kiss her soundly. "You'd look like sex on two legs in a fuckin' burlap sack." he informed her. "Besides, you hate it here...so I come in to make the work a little easier to bear."