Danny Ocean: Does he make you laugh?
Tess Ocean: He doesn't make me cry.

She doesn't cry. Strictly speaking it's not a demonic thing to do. She gets thrown through a very high end probably Ethan Allen table and she doesn't cry. She can feel herself slipping away and she doesn't cry ( Read more... )

They don't talk much anymore. He works, she reads, he works, she works, he talks, she doesn't, he watches and she pretends to sleep. His time is spent with family, the dearly departed that won't fucking leave, and she spends her time talking to demons whom she doesn't trust but she'll work with for the greater good ( Read more... )

"Promise?" he says, fingers pressing into the hollow of her collarbone. She can feel the laughter fighting against his ribs and she tilts her head slightly, feeling his hair brush across her forehead before she raises her eyebrows at him ( Read more... )

It must be telling that they started their relationship with a lie.

I can save your brother, she says and he laps it up like a puppy drinking water out of a bowl. A toilet bowl most likely, their hygiene can't be trusted. But a dog's mouth is cleaner than a human's and well, his humanity has always been up for grabs. More than his brother's even ( Read more... )

They don't know how annoying their phones are. Smoke on the Water can only be played so many times until it's liable to make a person nutty. (For Ruby, that's only once but she has remarkable self-control ( Read more... )

They don't talk much. It's become such a habit they forgo talking. She sleeps and he watches television and when she wakes up he has dinner all ready.

She likes to use the chopsticks while he favors the fork. He doesn't want to be stabbed again so he keeps the sharp pointy objects away from her. Though he's sure she could do enough damage with a ( Read more... )

Your Sex Sign is...

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There is sex. And then there is sex. There is fucking and screwing and banging and knocking boots and even the ever cliché, making love.

They'd done it all, knocking boots even in the most literal sense when hers had hit his during an imbalance induced fall. The irony that he'd caught her and picked her up off her feet was not lost on her.

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Her legs are crossed and her arms are crossed and her hair is in braids, and he's never seen it like this before and it's different. He's so used to the long lines of her legs straight and defiant, and her hair down and long and soft and windblown like she carries a fan around with her, but it's twisted into braids and disheveled and it makes him ( Read more... )