Call of ... Duty, yeah, we'll go with that one. (Closed to Juliet-probNSFW)

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At least with jumping onto a wing of a moving plane, or out of a speeding car, all that might happen is that you end up dead. John hung up the phone after talking with Juliet* and reflected that what he was about to do was more dangerous, there was a woman involved -- and his heart. Of course that wasn't going to stop him

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Juliet answered on the first knock, and she knew that this was probably a bad, bad idea, to keep this going. But that wasn't stopping her.

"Hi," she said softly, her eyes intent on him, hoping he understood exactly what he was here for, and that thought was so crass in her head, she looked down a little.

"I'm glad you're here," she finally whispered.

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He stepped in, stepping close to her, and kicked the door closed behind him.

"I'm glad I'm here too," he murmured, voice throaty, and lifted his hand, stroking the side of her neck, cupping the base of her skull, his fingers winding into her hair, as he leaned forward.

[island_juliet]

Juliet didn't hesitate to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, her tongue thrusting over his eagerly. Tugging at his shirt, she pulled it over his head quickly so that she didn't have to go very long in between kissing him.

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John backed her up against the wall, hard beefy body covering hers, as if there were flying shrapnel she needed protecting from. Her lips, they seemed to need a lot of protection.

the hand that was caressing her neck found its way under her shirt, rucking it up, exploring the warm silky skin underneath.