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Thread: Milenko & Nixie

At first her offer of a drink made him suspicious. But he was curious about her and bizarrely he accepted with a casually nod he turned of the engine and began to climb out of the jeep. That would be nice, but coffee for me no I dont drink.. and plus I am still on duty.. He replied with a tone that gave away a past alcohol problem which he had overcome. He climbed out of the jeep and locked the doors. He then made his way around to her and followed her into her house. He knew this was not a good idea but a risk was always a good way to get information. Maybe he could turn her methods of manipulation against her. He knew fine well the surveillance team across the street were watching. But they were under his command. With a defiant shrug and a grunt he accepted her offer. Cell 614... He added as he walked casually towards the door and waited for her to unlock it. He was being compliant only for her compassion. To be truthful he just wanted to sleep. Any chance you could sneak me some Morphine from the clinic?... He asked without a care after all he need something for the pain and he knew most guards would take such a risk or be so compassionate but he was hopefully Amy was different due to her performance so far.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Rebecca mirrored his casual nod and turned to lead him up the garden path to her hous. As she walked, her hips swayed with the same motion as her hair and the gently breeze tried to lift her skirt but barely succeeded due to the material acting as anb outline to Miss Joy's curves. Her house bespoke of her hard work and how far she had come in the word. Despite her obvious wealth, she was not overly extravagant and everything she owned seemed fairly normal, simply with higher quality. No car sat on her gravel drive, nor in the spacious garage that was instead filled with a black HondaCBR1000. Rebecca was aware that the eyes that would be on her and the detective, but she paid it no mind. It was to be expected. Her heels thundered across the floorboards of her hallway before she, with an irritated grunt, took them off with a careless flick of her ankles. Without even glancing at the man behind her, she forwarded into the kitchen, removing her suit jacket as she went to reveal even more of the pleasing structure of her body as her thin white blouse shifted over her sunkissed skin. She flicked on the stainless steel kettle and as it was boiling, she stood on her tippy toes to retrieve a bottle of whisky atop her cupboard with which to fix herself her own, much-needed, drink. Take a seat. she murmured, jerking her head to the sofa in the living room that was adjoined to the kitchen through the means of a breakfast bar. How do you take your coffee? she asked as she made the drink and handed it to him before she finally took a seat opposite the Detective, curling her feet under herself on the chocolate leather sofa. She sighed as her eyes flickered around, looking for any sign of the invasion of her home that would have taken place...at some point in at least the past few weeks. How long do you intend to keep and eye on me then? she asked softly, running her fingers through her hair as her gaze returned to the man opposite her. Amy eyed the prisoner cautiously for his compliance before she let her stance relax and she opened the door. Despite her earlier efforts of trying to help him, she turned him around and pulled his arm behind his back, pressing her other hand firmly on the nape of his neck and holding him at arm's length. The armlock was a necessary precaution and though Amy was rough, she wasn't any rougher than the occasion called for. She motioned him into walking right down the corridor, shutting the door behind her with her foot. She was glad that she noticed the early six hundreds on her way there. Sorry. she said tight-lipped and shaking her head. I don't have the permission to do that...besides somebody would notice. She replaced him in his cell but before she left, she seemed to hesitate, as though she were about to ask him something but she seemed to changed her mind and instead shut and locked the door matter-of-factly. After that, she went grudgingly to report to White, stopping only to wash her hands and wipe down an obscure bloodstain on her shirt she had gotten from handling the prisoner.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Shaun followed Rebecca at a slight distance. As he walked he discreetly began to fiddle with his ear piece, it would appear he was simply scratching his ear but he was really turning on its microphone. Now any convocation between Shaun and Rebecca would be heard and recorded by the surveillance team across the street. His eyes watching her closely, enjoying what he saw. He couldnt deny she was attractive and knew how to flaunt her natural assets. Though his stares were still hidden behind his shades. He sat down on the couch and relaxed slightly. Black, strong and four sugars... He replied casually, he needed the caffeine and sugar to help him stay awake. He hardly slept due to his demanding job that had taken over his life. As Rebecca joined him he took the coffee with a greatfull smile. Thank you... He brought the drink to his lips and carefully sipped the boiling content. He grinned at her question about the surveillance. We will keep an eye on you for as long as my superiors think you are a problem... He replied simply before blowing onto the hot liquid to try and cool it. Olek grunted in disappointment at the prospect of getting no morphine. He simply made his way to his bed and laid down. He ached all other but was gradually beginning to get used to the extreme pain. His mental state though was surprisingly stable. Unlike most of the prisoners who would have gone crazy by now Olek seemed particularly calm as if he knew he wasnt going to die in this place. It was more than hope it was a definite knowledge of freedom that kept him sain. As Amy made her way to see White the two soldiers from the shower along with another soldier stood beside a truck. All three men eyed up their female comrade and casually began to wolf whistle and make provocative gesturing in her direction. Alrite Darling!... fancy abit of 100 English beef!.. The 3rd soldier vulgarly grabbed his crotch as he shouted. Meanwhile White remained in his office awaiting Amy. He sat casually at his desk playing on a computer. He obviously had very little to do as he was currently watching pornography. He like his meant had been deprived of female company for a long time. His eyes watched longingly as a young women was raped. He was obviously aroused as he red faced, sweating and his cock was erect.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Hmn. Rebecca replied, obviously not happy with the response, but she didn't make any particular fuss or protest about it. She just tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at the detective as she propped her chin up on her hand. Well I guess you're just doing your job... she said with a sigh. But then again, I'm just doing mine. her cold blue eyes twinkled with challenge, before that spark disappeared, replaced by weariness once more. Why...why did George have to die? He wasn't a bad man...gullible, foolish, boring as hell perhaps, she said with a rueful grin. But certainly not bad... Rebecca trailed off for a second then shrugged. What's done is done. she then got up to retrieve a cigarette box and a lighter from her jacket pocket. She sparked up, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes briefly before she exhaled the blue grey smoke from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the detective, looking thoughtful and curious. So, Mr O'Neil...Detective O'Neil...how long do you plan to keep an eye on me then? she asked, her eyebrows raising slightly as she walked back to her chair and resumed her previous position, fag in hand. Hmm? she prompted, stretching her long legs out on the sofa as she rested her head on the arm. She didn't appear to be bothered about him seeing her looking so relaxed and vulnerable. As far as she knew, the fuckers would be watching her when she showered. So how long were you a Detective in the military before they booted you out to the civillians then? she asked, taking another drag. Amy rolled her eyes as she approached the three men. Enjoy your shower? she said cattily to the man whom she had punched. So I take it you two were the ones who interrogated the prisoner, aye? she said, addressing the two men she recognised. Great fucking job... she said dryly, wondering if they would miss the sarcasm and take it as a compliment. Her eyes turned to the third man, the one she didn't recognise and she considered ignoring him but the opportunity to shoot him, and possibly all three of them, down. Amy looked him up and down slowly- and not in a nice way at all. I'm a vegetarian. she said in an equally dry tone as she turned away and continued to make her to White's office. Holding back a reluctant sigh, she stepped in. She took the key from her pocket and placed it on the edge of his desk. Sir. The prisoner was returned without problem or interference, sir. she said, noting curiously how he looked hot and sweaty when it was windy as hell outside. Pardon sir, but are you feeling all right?
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Shaun casually ignored Rebecca's questioning as if she wasnt even speaking his eyes still hidden behind the black shades as his eyes continued to enjoy the sight before them. He drank his coffee slowly enjoying every mouth full. You have a nice house here?... must have cost alot?... It would be a shame for you to lose it... He finally spoke, in a intimidating manner. He had the power to take anything from her even her life. He could take away her job, her home, her belongings anything if he wished. Anything to keep her in her place. This little outburst was only caused by her asking about his career. A subject close to his heart and close to his dead wife. Rebecca had hit a nerve, the only thing that could bother Shaun was his wife. The terrorist attack that killed her was one he was trying to prevent. He felt as though he had let her down and for so long after wards he was extremely depressed. Until he got over it and was assigned to the Police. He casually finished his coffee and set the empty mug on the coffee table. Thank you for the Coffee, I will see myself out.. He added with a more calmer slightly hurt tone. Right now all he could think about was his dead wife and the explosion that took her away from him. He abruptly stood up almost stumbling as he turned away and made his way to the door. The three soldiers ignored Amy's remarks and casually got back to unloading the truck. As Amy entered White's office he was quick to turn off his monitor and make himself look presentable. He nodded in response. I am ok, its just a little hot in here.. He replied dryly as he watched her. Unconsciously admiring her figure and biting his lower lip. He shook his head to stop himself. Good, I hope the little polak bastard wasnt to much trouble for you?... if the prisoners ever are feel free to give them a few smacks around the head!... dont worry we edit out all the 'fun' on our surveillance footage... White spoke in a sadistic manner as he continued to eye Amy up like she were a piece of meat.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

The next morning Shaun woke up with major hangover. He had left Rebecca's house in a strange mood. She had hit a nerve and got him where it hurts. Now his years on the wagon had been wasted as he lay on his sofa stinking of whiskey. A empty bottle of Black Bushmills Irish whiskey lay on the floor next to the sofa. Shaun had in the past always used alcohol to numb the pain and it had seemed Rebecca had pushed him back to that dark place. He lay clad in yesterdays shirt and trousers. His tie lay on the floor as did his jacket and shoes. He left Rebecca's house and went straight to an off licence to get his whiskey. He then returned home and hit the bottle hard. Photographs of his dead wife were scattered on the floor. His stereo silent as it had long finished playing her favourite album. An ash tray sat on the coffee table over flown with ash which looked like a plane crash. He opened his eyes slowly as he rubbed his pounding head. His mouth was dry and all he could taste was a mixture of whiskey and vomit. A single tear rolled down his cheek as a wave of shame washed over him. He refused to move and just lay still. He looked to his watch, it was 236pm, and he was usually up at 600am sharp. He reached over for his mobile phone which sat on the coffee table. The screen was flooded with alerts of missed calls, voice messages and text message from those he worked with and for. He put the phone back down and still refused to move. His world seemed to stop still, as he lay back staring up to the ceiling. Still slight embarrassed, White nodded and waved his and at her as if to sweep her out the room. Yes, yes that is all... He added as he continued to watch her. It had been so long since he saw a women let alone been alone with one. In his mind he undressed her and made up for all the time he had spent without the joys of a womens flesh. He wanted her and when the time was right he would have her.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Rebecca stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, beads of moisture clinging to her toned, skin, as if never wanting to leave it. She walked around fully exposed, her hair damp and sticking to the nape of her neck, her breasts jiggling freely as she walked down the stairs. Rebecca couldn't say she was comfortable with complete strangers watching her but it was obvious that they had been watching her activities for quite a while and she was damned if she was going to let them affect and invade her life one hundred per cent. She would carry on as normal like she always did- an normal consisted of walking around her home in the nuddy. In the kitchen, she was drinking orange juice from the carton when the phone rung. She picked up. Morning Kyle...no, nothing really...oh yeah?...well that's interesting....No, that's perfect. Thank you, thanks very much...okay...bye. Smirking, Rebecca hung up. She replaced the orange juice and lit a cigarette. Leaning against the counter, she almost shouted at any microphone that may or may not have been there. Call your boss- the guy with the glasses...O'Neil. Tell him I need to talk to him...you have my number. Rebecca glared around the room before blowing out a stream of smoke before going back upstairs to dress. Today she wouldn't have to do the whole reporter thing until later, so Rebecca decided to throw on a pair of dark blue jeans and plain white vest top. She let her hair dry naturally so it was a little wavier, and she wore no make up. In truth, Rebecca didn't like the feel of the stuff on her face but when you were on national television, you were on national television. She threw a black business shirt on over the white vest top but left it hanging open- it was a little too large for her and infact, it looked like it hand belonged to a man. Dressed, Rebecca grabbed a book and went downstairs into the living room to entertain herself until Mr O'Neil decided to show up. Eager to be out and away from that uncomfortable situation, Amy bobbed her head before scuttling out of the room. Once out, she looked over her shoulder and nearly let out a sigh of relief. She limped back along the path but slowly, reluctant to run into those soldiers again. Amy shook her head and told herself she was being stupid and she would have to learn to deal with the new situation. Biting her lip, she passed the place where the guards had been but they were no longer there, so she went to the barracks in hope of finding someone to point her in the direction of the gym. Amy felt sure that they had a gym or somewhere of the sorts to work out- otherwise she was bugggered.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Shaun groaned as his phone rang again. This time he answered it. Murphy, yeah Iam not coming into day Iam sick... what she called you?.. She wants to speak to me?... gah!... ok ok I will go see her... keep up the good work.. cya.. He ended the call and set his phone back down on the coffee table. He eventually stood up and made his way into his bathroom. He casually showered trying to make himself appear and feel more human. Once washed he got dressed into a clean shirt, suit and tie. It wasnt long till he was out of the door and in his Jeep. About a hour later he arrived at Rebecca's home. He pulled up outside and made his way to her door. He rang the door bell and waited patiently. As Amy entered the Barracks she was greeted by the three soldiers from earlier. They were quick to move in on her with two grabbing an arm each and the third grabbing her legs. Without a word the three men carried her into the shower room. The then dropped her onto the cold tile floor. Two of them held her down while the third began to pull at her clothes. Youre not so fucking smart now are you, you jock cunt!... Shouted the man he was sat on top of her straddling her as he pulled away at her clothing and soon revealing her bra clad chest.
Thread: Milenko & Nixie

Finally... Rebecca murmured as she stood, glancing out of the window to check that it was a Detective. After assuring herself, she stubbed out her cigarette and dog-eared the page she was on before walking through the hall and opening the door. Her eyebrows rose at what she saw when she did open the door. Nice suit... she mumbled, opening it wide enough for him to step in. She shut the door behind him but stood leaning against it, just looking at him. She seemed to be making her mind up about something before she just cocked her head and shrugged to herself before leading him once more through to the kitchen. You look like shit. she commented, flicking on the kettle and leaning against the counter while she waited. When her eyes came upon him this time they were hard and accusing, much colder than her icy orbs usually were. You lied. It wasn't a question. It was a statement, a fact. You are not Samuel O'Neil. her eyes didn't lose any of their hardness while she turned to make her tea and his coffee, exactly the way he had asked for it the day before. I don't understand why you would feel the need to give me a false identity, but you did anyway and that's made me curious...bad luck old chap. she said pushing the coffee towards him. Rebecca leaned back against the counter and gave him that look again, her calculating eye drifting from his feet to his face slowly and openly. So as it turns out, you know everything about me and I know nothing about you except your a Detective, your name isn't Sam O'Neil and you stare at my arse when you think I'm not looking. she smirked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of challenge. Well, you did yesterday anyway. she shrugged, sipping her tea. I'd like to know something about the man who has been heading the team who have been watching my every move for God knows how long. I think that's fair don't you? For all I know you might not be working with the Government... she shrugged again. And if you are what you claim to be, look at it this way so long as I'm being nosy at you, I'm not being nosy at that Government's business. The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' came to mind for Amy as she kicked and bucked furiously. This was not happening, this could not be happening. As was to be expected, just like shown in the shower earlier, her body was fine and toned but she was stull a busty woman with curves in the all the right places. Amy gasped and wriggled, her excursions causing her hair to fall from it's tie. It was soft and still slightly damp and obscured some of her skin from the men. Fuck off you prick! Go shag your boyfriends.. she growled back, making to nut the fucker.
Thread: Question [know I might get flamed but eh]

Okay so I know it's been a day since I had a relationship. I'm not going to start another relationship for a year..I might have a master but thats it and thats all till I heal.So I'm thinking.I have a really close relationshiop with this one guy on this board..you all might know since it's in my sig He's like a big bro to me but also we have a strong bond..at least I think...So we are thinking of dating in a year or so..online mabye off if he moves over here or I move up there..well anyways...if this works out online and I make a big mistake and lose him by not choosing in a year..then I won't find someone else..I'm not ready and he's not ready but he's willing to wait for a few months or even a year for me.What if these feelings as little sis and big bro go further and into a realtionship?? Do I go for it in a year or a few months or no??
Thread: Question [know I might get flamed but eh]

I think your thinking about it too much. A little bit of advice, don't think, just do! XD
Thread: Night Shift (SevenxDream)

From selling greasy, over-buttered popcorn to irate mothers and their bratty little children to working a night shift with an eerie, lanky floor-sweeper--that's where Jonta Romaine found herself. She was a patient woman, but after acquiring this shady occupation on her seventeenth birthday, her sweet patience was quick to wane then dwindle into nearly nothing. Nearly four years she had been working at this old cinema, now, witnessing minimal changes. Their current manager wasn't necessarily a stickler for cleanliness as she had noticed many times twenty one year old woman created plans to make the theater a much better place, but that would mean she had some menial interest in the battered building. Not this philosophy major. She definitely didn't want to spend the rest of her life managing a meaningless building with lazy, irrelevant staff and candy dispensers that probably were infested with big, plump cockroaches. Unlike her scarecrow-like co-worker, she was much more filled out. Her height was unaverage for a woman, nearly five foot ten inches her eyes were a brilliant shade of succulent milk chocolate, matched with insanely thick eyelashes and layers of creamy black eyeliner. Due to some distant mixture of Greek, Italian and Brazilian decent, her skin tone was a rich creamy coffee hue with a slight bronze highlight to it. She was a stunning young woman with dark, sullen features, but wasn't necessarily the type to over primp, let alone dress to the nines when coming to work. Especially since the work uniforms consisted of button-up polos and sleeveless dress vests. Jonta never could bring herself to adorn the polo she garbed herself well in a tight black t-shirt, a burgundy shaded vest and a fitted article of pinstripe pants. The woman gazed forward, clearly unperturbed by the task on hand. It was always a thrill to work at the concession counter, especially since she had spent the majority of her evening cleaning a messy dorm-room. It seemed particularly quiet that evening was it even right to come into work? If there was a large lack of patrons in the cinema, well, they used to cancel shifts. The idea varied between managers. It seemed this one wasn't so fond on clipping off employees. Quite lazily the woman approached the main foyer, examining the spacious, uncared for walls. And then... the tall lanky creature looming before her behind the stand. He wasn't excessively menacing. In fact, he was a fairly attractive man... he just had an eerie quality to him. It was an admirable quality to Jonta, in fact. She proceeded forward, gently tossing the lion's mane of black hair she had boasted over the smooth brunt of her well rounded shoulders. She had bound her hair back lazily company policy then advanced, quite bewildered with the spectacle before her. Peter? Her voice was quiet and smooth like all natural peanut-butter, though i had a vulpine ring. She raised a well manicured hand and swiped it past the man's brilliant blue eyes, parting her full lips once more. Are you alright?listu