[Ray Ostermann] *Sparkling, vibrant and full of life is the skyscraper in which Ray’s brokerage resides, its also one of the most sterile and depressing places one can find themselves, at least for the majority of the staff working there. The building smells of cheap lunches, stale water, and a hundred different colognes, perfumes, and coffee. Ray’s office is tucked away in a quieter part of the building,
[Ray Ostermann] ((Gah))
[Ray Ostermann] *The offices here are real offices, not just cubicles, or partially sealed rooms. But real offices with four walls, and hell some even have a view, albeit of the next skyscraper over. It would almost seem that Ray is tucked in a corner for a reason..not because hes not in favor though, more because he’s a dirty secret, a weapon used when things need to get done…that maybe shouldn’t.*
[Marni] Marni had a rough night – all the Spitfire did, though in the end they were victorious, and only Marni was truly injured. A night’s rest, some first aid by her pack mates attempt to keep her from bleeding through her clothing, and shes once more on the prowl – never could handle being cooped up, even to heal.
And so it is, a phone number and address has been traced to a building in the Mag Mile. There’s a bench outside of said building, and on it is perched one curly haired gnawer, watching the folks going in and out, in and out. She hadn’t quite decided to go in yet, but eventually, lulled by the sparkling shiny building, she stands and makes her way into the building.
Marni stands out – and it’s not just for the low thrum of rage under her skin, decidedly less than most – but because of her mode of dress. Threadbare jeans, torn at the knee and under her right ass cheek, with green thermals underneath, two t-shirts – one long sleeved, under the short sleeved – both of which under a beat up old hoodie, which mighta originally been a vibrant red, but nowis more of a burnt umber faded sort of thing. As always, though, the standout are her curls – freshly washed and springy and framing an undeniably cute face, on which she wears a knowing little grin.
She’s out of place. And doesn’t care.
A quick glance at the list of offices and their locations, and she finds her way to the office of one Ray Ostermann, Broker. Most don’t look at her other than a glance, let alone try to stop her – because she looks like she knows where she’s going, and has a purpose to do so. Or it may be the scent of blood that clings to her. Or the rage. Or the fact that she is too cute to be of any kind of danger, right?
riiiiiiiiiiiight….
[Ray Ostermann] *She arrives at his door, and upon the door is his name, placed there by a series of metal letters in bold font. The door itself is thick wood, nothing flimsy in this area. These folks have worked their way up the corporate ladder….or kissed enough ass to get here.
As she approaches the door however, it swings open. Ray stepping out and closing it behind himself. He’s almost the spitting image of himself when she first met him. Except today the suit is a navy blue pin stripe suit, tailored and fitted just as perfectly as before. Today he is without his great coat and his physique shows through the suit now. He’s lean and tall, not a great deal of muscle on him, but by no means is he weak. Perhaps he swims? As she approaches, he looks up, its probably that tingling feeling on the back of his neck, feeling her rage as she approaches. Or it might just be that not alot of people come down these halls. As he looks up, pleasant if not shocked surprise sweeps across his face and he turns to look at her, his hand still on the door knob*
“Marni?” *He laughs* “Well you did say you planned on tracking me down didn’t you?”
[Marni] She dimples into that grin again, a little knowing mischief filled grin as she leans back against the wall next to his door and gives him a long, slow, considering once over. Once she meets his eyes again, she arches a brow.
“I did indeed. Figured I’d see if you found your picture…”
She’s moving slower today – the lean against the wall is deliberate and carefully placed, leaning predominately on her right side, so as not to place her left against the wall in any way. But that grin – it’s still there, and the sense that she’s ultimately having great time is in full force.
[Ray Ostermann] *Ray’s grin slips a little wider, his eyes twinkle with their own mirth and mischief, as he shares in Marni’s. He nods slowly, his brows furrowed as he looks up and slightly away for a moment as if recalling the image in great detail as he thinks before looking her in the eyes again and chuckles, barely audible to those in the offices about, a practiced method it would seem*
“I did, you certainly had no intention of letting me forget for an instant about you. I’d almost think you were trying to distract me from my work?”
*He comments as he pushes the door open again, and gestures to it.* “Step into my parlour.”
[Marni] “Gasp!” She says and lifts her fingers to her lips, as if mocking the fact that she’d been found out. Incorrigible, she is. “You found me out. Now whatever are you going to do about me…”
She pushes from the wall again, carefully, and moves past him, her fingers lifting to slide easily along his ribs and belly, trailing across his torso as she heads into his office. “All work and no play would make Ray a very dull boy indeed… don’t you think?”
She steps into the office, and takes her time looking around, fingering whatever books she sees with the touch of one who knows and loves books almost as much as she loves to cuddle. Anything shiny gets fingered too… leaving her mark all over the office, as it were.
[Ray Ostermann] *The office is spacious, against the left wall is a whole case of books, many of them old fashioned, and heavy in their thick bindings, they smell of age and time, and the people who have held them. Of course there are newer books as well, so out of place and varied in their size and shape.
The wall opposite the door is not really a wall, but simply floor to ceiling glass, but the windows are currently covered by a heavy set of blinds, keeping the room a dull blue. Before the glass, facing away is Ray’s desk, and it is..oddly enough completely clean, with the exception of his mac book pro, which sits open, but locked.
The final wall holds a dual nature, one being a series of locked filing cabinets, and then…a small table with a set of crystal decanters and glasses, its an antique set, like something straight out of the 50’s. There are two comfortable looking chairs opposite the desk, and the only other thing in the room is an stand, with a map of the city on it, and a series of orange pegs over certain areas.
Ray himself can’t help but look into Marni’s eyes as she slides past him, he almost drowns in them before she looks away and begins to roam his office.*
“Dull, is the last thing you will find here…were in a brokerage, we make Vegas look like a catholic nunnery. But…”
*He says as he closes the door behind him* “Your something all together more exciting.”
[Marni] She’s drawn to the old books, fingers sliding over the bindings, an deep inhale pulling the scents of age and time, of people and the past… the newer ones are glanced at, but it’s the old one’s that hold her fascinated for a few moments….
then she continues the circuit, peeking out the curtains at the view with an approving sound, before trailing her fingers along the clean desktop, sliding fingertips around the rim of the glasses and the top of the decanter, and then pausing in front of the map. A tip of her head, and a grin. “Places you’re exploring?”
Before she turns that mischievous grin his way again. A beat, and a chuckle as she moves back to the desk, places her hands on it and hops up to sit on it, a hiss of breath as she does so, the dull sheen of pain filtering through her gaze, before she settles again. A slow breath. “I’m exciting, am I? Do tell…’
[Ray Ostermann] “That…is actually a project inspired by you.” *He says briefly as he looks to the map but his eyes are drawn immediately back to Marni as she slinks around his office, and then claims her spot ontop of his desk.*
“Well your definitely the first woman who tried to dip into my wallet so directly.” *He says as he steps forward towards her, unbuttoning his coat as he goes.* “That…and your perhaps the most intriguing, and dangerous thing in ripped jeans ive ever come across.”
*He’s teasing, but his eyes compliment her the way he looks at her. Before he furrows his brow at her movement* “Is something wrong?” *He asks taking a few more steps towards her, bringing himself up next to the visitors chairs*
[Marni] “Is it? Tell me about it.” The project – but then she’s distracted again, as he walks toward her, and calls her out all direct like about trying to lift his wallet. She doesn’t blush, but that grin widens as she wrinkles her nose, and lifts a hand to scratch lightly at the back of her neck. “A girl’s gotta feed herself somehow, right? You’re just lucky I didn’t find your phone first – AND that you got it back!”
Intriguing and dangerous. “I can live with that. But don’t forget cute. And prone to long hours of cuddling, sometimes in dark alleyways.” There’s that grin again, playful and mischievous.
He asks what’s wrong, and she makes a face and waves it off. “Got into a spot of trouble with the Pack last night and found myself on the wrong end of some giant gross thing’s teeth. I’ll be alright in a few days.” Because wounds like that happen, and really, it could have been so much worse – it could have been from the one trying to shove it’s tail down her throat.
But she isn’t moving her left arm unless necessary, and carefully, so carefully sitting so as not to slouch too. She hurts – but flirting with him is much more fun than succumbing to the pain. Speaking of… “I could ask you to help re-bandage it later – but it’d involve me getting naked….”
[Ray Ostermann] *He watches her, canting his head ever so slightly to the side as he considers wether to pry further, her flirting grabs his attention however, and he smiles as he raises a brow, still trying to figure her out*
“Naked hmmm I don’t know if I could handle that…the bandages I mean.” *He holds her gaze for a few moments before stepping over to the decanters and pulling out two glasses and a bottle of dark liquid, which he of course..pours into the glasses. Looking over at her from time to time, that warm smile not fading from his eyes.*
“The project…” *He says coming back with the two glasses in his hands, a finger pointing to the map* “Is a decentralized group of safe houses, that i intend to acquire for the purposes of the nation. The idea came to me after your particularly pointed concern’s over the brotherhood.”
*He points to the spots in particular* “Each of those are potential locations….or at least locations that will be easy to buy up.” *He offers her a glass as he at least reaches her again.* “Scotch?”
[Marni] She grins up at him. “Aww, but I can’t reach the ones on my back… and since you’ve found us, someone should teach you the fine art of ‘not pissing off the monster while you patch her up’ and who better than one like me, who only has a teeny tiny anger management problem…” a beat. “And a FABULOUS rack.”
Shameless, Marni.
It’s almost impossible to imagine her angry, as it is – even with the knowledge that she can, and does succumb to the pull of the moon and the monster beneath her skin. She watches him pour the drinks, and then studies the maps as he talks about his idea. “You know – that’s not a bad idea at all… Might want to get in touch with some of the other kin around, see if they can help too. Lukas has a mate – she might know who to call.”
She reaches for the glass, her fingers warm where the brush his in the taking, as she grins. “Trying to get me drunk, so you can take advantage of me, mister?” Though she doesn’t seem to mind as she tips back the glass for a swallow, dark eyes dancing merrily.
[Ray Ostermann] “You…Marni, should have gone into advertising with catchy lines like that. How can I refuse?” *His eyes dance as he chuckles, before taking a sip of his glass before setting it down on the desk and sitting down infront of her, like he’s the client now, but his eyes are taking in exactly what was advertised, that fabulous rack. Before he looks back up to her*
“I was hoping to…take my proposal to the others I mean. Once I’ve managed to talk to Lucas of course.” *He seems to look away at that for a moment, his smile fading as he thinks seriously for a split second, before returning his gaze to Marni*
“In the meantime though I think I will take full advantage of little meeting, I’d have to practically pray for forgiveness at the alter of opportunity if i didn’t.”
*He runs a hand down the leg of his pants, smoothing them out, as he undoes his coat the rest of the way, exposing a pure as snow white dress shirt and a thin navy blue tie*
[Marni] She chuckles and sets the glass down by her hip, before sliding off the desk and closing the small distance between them. She reaches for the edge of her hoodie, and tugs it off slowly, carefully. She closes her eyes against the flare of fire that shoots across her back and shoulder as she does so, holding her breath before she tosses the hoodie into the other chair.
Then, she doesn’t hesitate to wrinkle up the slacks he just straightened, by setting a knee between his thigh and the arm of the char, and settling to straddle his lap. Slender fingers reach for that tie, and let it slide through her fingertips before she tugs it loose from it’s knot, then from around his neck. With a playful grin, she slides it around her own neck, and goes about retying it with nimble fingers.
“Don’t let Lukas scare ya. He’s a giant teddy bear.” She’s probably kidding – though she’d give anything to hear Ray tell Lukas she said that. “All GRRRARG but really, just needs a good hug.” Her eyes widen though, remembering as she grins “And his packmate – Kate? She’s got a HUGE pool in her house. One of these days I’m a cannonball into it for sure… complete with shampoo and a rubber ducky.” Poor Kate.
[Ray Ostermann] *She had him transfixed as she straddled him and removed his tie, his hands settle firmly onto her thighs his hands warm and firm, though the skin is soft and smooth as it brushes against an exposed portion of skin, a side effect of a life in an office. He gives her a bemused smile as she fastens the tie around her own neck. He’s enjoying himself, and he cocks his head to one side looking at her*
“Its a good fit, maybe we should get you in a full suit sometime. Scare your pack mates for a moment or two. Id offer you mine, but you might disappear in just the shirt.”
*When she brings up Lukas he nods attentively, his lips hold the smile he had the entire time but his eyes betray him as they soak up every detail, every mention of him. Before flickering back to the that warm gaze as she describes herself cannon balling into the pool.*
“Remind me to never let you near by buildings pool…at least not with shampoo. The ducky you can keep.”
[Marni] She gives the tie a final little tug, satisfied with the knot as she grins at Ray, eyes soft in memory. “One of my Mama’s friends’ grandpa taught me to tie his tie for him when his hands were to gnarled up by arthritis for him to do it on his own. He wore a tie every day of his life, even though he worked a boring job. Said that the tie was part of his superhero costume – he was invincible when he wore it. I still have one of them in my bag.”
She grins and smooths the tie down over the swell of her breasts, before she that knowing little smile reappears as she undoes the top few buttons of that crisp white shirt… “Maybe I’ll have to try on that, too. No full suit – but I look fanTASTIC in just a man’s shirt…” Oh she is a confident one, isn’t she…
Then her eyes light up. “You have a pool! That’s it. I’m totally keeping you… and I guess I’ll have to save the shampoo for your apartment…”
[Ray Ostermann] *And he’s certainly not fighting her, not at the moment. He watches her hands as she goes for the shirt, and he doesn’t stop her. He’s particularly enjoying himself as he his hands slide up her thighs but gingerly touch her waist, not sure where shes hurt.*
“Id almost swear i was just signed to a contract. I better be careful what I say around you hmmm?” *He asks, briefly looking very serious, before he cracks into a smile again, unable to hold the look. As his chest comes into view, his skin is slightly tanned, and smooth, soft to the touch with no scar in sight. His musculature is that of a swimmers, no doubt now. Why jog when you can swim?*
“How do i know your not just going to take my clothing and walk out of this room? I have this entertaining image in my head of you walking away with my tie and shirt, leaving me stranded in my office with nothing but my pants and coat.” *He asks as he looks her in the eyes, a teasing, but curious glimmer in them as he watches her have her fun*
[Marni] She smiles as his hands move – and leans forward and to the side a little, so he can see were the bulk of the bandages are – midway along her back, up to her shoulder, along the left side – before she settles back, and reaches down to press against his hands lightly, assuring him without words that he’s not hurting her.
“I’m a Ragabash – do you know what that is?” Since he’s new and all. She winks at him, and chuckles. “Means you should ALWAYS watch what ya say… because I’m gonna twist it how I want anyway…”
She continues unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her fingers, warm and strong along his skin, sighing contentedly as she does so. “That is an entertaining image…. I’m glad I thought of it…”
She chuckles and leans forward, slowly, her hands sliding over his chest as she does so, and murmurs across his ear. “Or you could take the afternoon off, and take me home and have your way with me… thus keeping your clothing…” Or giving her a bigger selection of clothing items to steal… either way.
[Ray Ostermann] *His hands travel further up her torso, feeling her body beneath the clothing as she does the same. He’s breathing deeply, but not out of a need for control…more of a desire to smell her then anything. He looks up at her now, like hes been given a pop quiz.* “You were born under the new moon…something of a trickster, right?” *He asks in return a sly look creeping into his face.*
“Maybe i should be a little more careful with what I let you run away with, like me.” *He grins, teasing again. But he might almost be a little more wary, though it doesn’t show in him at the moment.*
*Its at the mention of taking the afternoon off though, that he shakes his head. His face is still warm and smiling* “Come now, surely you’ve heard of buisness before pleasure? That client that wanted that building….hes going to be here in an hour. I might lose this nice office if I just happened to be off chasing you around my condo.”
*He’s still warm, he’s still enjoying himself, but something in his posture, in the way he regards her tells her that business is very, very important to him…or maybe its something attached to the business transaction itself.
[Marni] “Ahhh, and you get a gold star…. but since I’m fresh out, this will have to do…” Her smile teasing, as she captures his lips with her own, briefly – just a taste – before she pulls back again and grins “Don’t worry, If I run away with something, I’ll make sure you can find me to get it back…”
A trickster she may be, but a streetrat through and through. The laws in the gutter are just as stringent as others – sometimes more so. Live and let live, do unto others – the golden rules reign supreme.
His shirt is open completely now, baring his chest to the dance of teasing fingertips and nails. She pulls her lips into a mock pout though, when he won’t take the afternoon off – but dark eyes sparkle with mischief still… “Well then… we have an hour before you have to be all professional again. Whatever are we going to do with it…”
[Ray Ostermann] *He breaths her in when she kisses him, and his grin grows to a full blown smile as she parts their lips again, that brilliant smile thats made a thousand deals flashing up at her, his hands now trail up her torso and cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as he watches her reaction. Cautious is required….especially with a warrior of gaia.* “I’ll remember that.”
*His body shivers slightly as her fingertips dance across his skin and he cant help himself but chuckle at the look in her eyes as she almost toys with him* “The very best we can possibly do with the time we have…would you expect any less?” *He asks before his hands slide down around her and he pushes off the chair, hoisting her up and sitting her down on the desk again as he lean in and plants a firmer kiss on her lips.*
[Marni] Caution is required, but she certainly isn’t complaining – in fact, she arches her back into his touch with a softly content sigh, languidly sensual, playful.
She laughs as he hauls her up, her right arm sliding around his neck, holding tight as she keeps her left still, in attempt not to jostle her injuries too much. when she’s on the edge of the desk again, she wraps her legs around him, holding him close as she presses up into his kiss, fingers sliding into his hair to hold him there with a soft moan.
She is younger than him. That much is obvious. It’s also instantly obvious that she is no novice, and has every intention of making good on the teasing promises she’s been torturing him with since they met. Full lips part, breathing him in as she deepens the kiss, her hands sliding around his torso, nails dancing along his spine in wordless encouragement.
[Ray Ostermann] *He gasps for air through the kiss, inhaling her scent as he runs one hand down along her leg, before dragging it slowly up along her inner thigh, not needing much encouragement at all as his other hand pulls up at her shirt, and presses beneath, squeezing and caressing her breasts as he leans into her*
“Here i thought id never get to use this office for anything more interesting then a meeting.” *He whispers through the kiss as his tongue seeks her own, flicking and exploring just beyond her lips as his hands continue to explore her on their own.*
*Its obvious, under it all he doesn’t have much shame himself, leaving for an early long lunch, drinking in his office, and now making out with a woman he barely knows on his desk. But does he care…not really, made even more obvious as his hand on her leg presses up between her legs now, rubbing at her as he breaks the kiss to kiss her collar and gingerly along her neck*
[Marni] She laughs softly across his lips as he hands travel, as he exalts in using his office for something other than business. She’s shameless, and he has his own brand of the same – and in that, he finds her an eager accomplice. Hips curl into his hand, a breathless moan falling free as she tips her head back, giving him the whole of her neck and jaw to explore. In her world, it’s a submissive move to bare your throat to another – but in here, in this office, with him, it’s a sign of trust, and delight at the warmth he spreads across her skin…
She is a creature of touch, of companionship, and after last nights battle – this connection serves to remind her why she fights at all.
Nails travel, teasingly, lightly down across his belly, until eager fingers make short work of his belt buckle – the button of his pants giving away it’s hold on material, the zipper following suit. The flat of her palm along his lower belly, until dipping beneath cloth to find, and wrap her fingers around him in teasing caress…
[Ray Ostermann] *A sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan into the skin of her neck as she takes hold of him his hips thrusting against her grip, he’s eager, and most definitely willing, even if he doesn’t quite understand what all of this could mean down the road. At the moment he truly doesn’t give a damn.*
*He teases her through her pants for only a few moments more, before his hand follows in path of her own, mirroring her movements as he unbuttons her pants, and slides his hand palm first, down the soft skin of her waist, until he can curl his fingers up gently, tentatively into her. His other hand abandons her breasts, and slips into her hair and entwines itself into her curls. Her chest left to crush itself against his as he presses closer, nipping gently at her neck before kissing the soft flesh just below her chin.*
*All the while he is careful, and minds the bandages…ever a gentleman…right?*
[Marni] He is careful with her, and she trusts him to be so. As for what it means later… she has given no indication there will be anything more than an office tryst… though she hasn’t said there won’t be anything another time either.
Eager fingers fall into an easy stroke, teasing across heated skin, as she moans softly when his hand follows suit, hips curling into his touch, eager and encouraging his touch. His hand in her curls pulls another cry for her, his lips and teeth a burning trail along her skin, his hand between her thighs stoking the fire ever higher with each tender touch…
He’s mindful of the bandages, and any soft flair of pain is replaced instantly with other – more important, more immediate desires…
[Ray Ostermann] *His fingers press deeper between her legs, feeling out the warmth within her body as he feels the warmth without against his own skin. He pulls her, gently by the hair so that they are eye to eye once more looking her in the eye as if to discern some hidden secret thoughts. Before ignoring such ideas and leaning in to kiss and touch those warm inviting lips once more.*
*His pants no longer fight the pull of gravity as they slide to the ground the belt clinking against his shoes, but the noise is lost to them amongst their passions. After a moment of that fiery kiss, Ray releases her hair and fumbles for a remote on the desk, when he hits the button, the blinds close even further, the bathing blue light sealed off completely…submerging them in a comforting, and concealing darkness….* ((Fade))
[Marni] [la fade! thanks for playin! :)
and officially – for the record – she’s keeping the tie. *L* ]