Seven

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Hmm. Hurricane is coming soon. I have a penthouse, but...

Do I stay up here, all by myself? Seek out shelter with a friend? Try to evacuate, maybe to Chicago? It's not too late yet.

Decisions, decisions...

Comments

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

Ignore the limp sea god.

I've bubbly. Soap and champagne.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

On the balcony? I've got a thing for storms.

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

Ok, minx? The wind is blowing hard enough to blow shit off of construction sites. I like your skin on your body.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

I'm tougher than I look, babycakes.

You've never seen me in a good storm.

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

Yeah well I like the skin on my tender bits too so no deck, toots.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Take all the fun out of it, why don't you?

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

Temper, temper, duck. What's shoved under your nails? Snake skin, maybe?

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Not hardly. I came from the ocean, born of foam and blood.

Sweetheart, you don't know what I'm capable of when I've got lightning in my veins.

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

And my voice resides in the wind and the wild hunt, but I don't pretend for one minute that my arrogance will hold this mortal body up against what's howling outside. You want to play in the hurricane? Be my guest.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

A few minutes is all I need. After that... well. It'l be like nothing you've had from me before.

[gladsheim-guy.insanejournal.com]

Well damn, girl! That's all you had to say! Get your tight ass over here.

[venusingucci.insanejournal.com]

Consider me there, sweetness. Have your bubbly ready.

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

Speak for yourself, Norse pig.