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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:23:48 GMT -8
Mmm...so it was seeming he and Amie were partners with benefits. Hopefully the woman had enough sense to have gone on birth control since their last meeting. He already had one little brat from her, didn't need another. Sure, Layla seemed innocent enough, but she was a kid. Kids were only good for leverage, a weakness, which was exactly why he couldn't tell Jamie he was Layla's father. He would have to get close to her then, which would mean learning to care about her, which would make her his weakness. As an assassin, getting close to someone wasn't an option unless it was to get suspicion off himself, and currently he was proud to report no one suspected him at all. He was just a worthless squib janitor.
His lips clashed with those of the blonde in his arms as they stood, his forearm resting on the wall over her shoulder comfortably as he brought his lips down to her neck, the arm moving down to her waist as he continued to feverishly kiss her. He didn't really know how this had all been started. He didn't really care at the moment, too busy otherwise to really think about it. She could be luring him into a trap to kill him and he couldn't care less. But, she was the allie he had mentioned to Morgana, though he had let her believe the allie he had gained to be Jason Scotts. It would be forever and a day before she found out Amie was back in the picture as far as Morgana realizing she and Trevor were allied.
She wouldn't find them right now, couldn't find them right now. Even if the girl had basically lied to him before about Layla, right now he wasn't really thinking with his mind for once in his life. His own personal pleasure was all that he cared about and, well, hers too, he supposed. She had come over unexpectedly to discuss business, and they'd been talking, and then the definition of discussing business had drastically changed from the initial meaning. A couple of barely-filled glasses of wine were on the dinner table, seeing as he'd managed to make some pasta for him and Amie and had fixed a salad too--simple but it filled the hole and tasted pretty good if he said so himself. His napkin that had fallen from his lap when he'd stood to move closer to her lay on the floor a few feet away from the wall they were at.
But for now, his thoughts were far away from Morgana (including the fact that they were supposed to have a bit of a meeting in only a few minutes from now, actually), how to kill Derrin, finishing eating and cleaning up dinner, or any other thing he could be thinking about as could be, and he didn't mind it at all, his left hand beginning to wander beneath her shirt to feel her up, the right one still on her upper arm as he brought his lips back to hers, pressing against her slightly. Boy would he be shocked when they would end up 'rudely' interrupted, but what did it matter, really? Morgana couldn't expect him to stop being a man and having certain desires. If she couldn't take seeing him kissing a woman, then he had no clue what signals he had overlooked. |
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Post by Amie Steward on Nov 19, 2014 20:24:08 GMT -8
The past few days had been quite eventful for her. Finding Trevor again and believing she’d be dying soon because of the rather big secret he had kept from them. She didn’t think he was ready to be a father and it would only make forgetting her daughter harder. It was impossible to entirely forget your child, she checked in three times every week, and had come around in disguise a couple of times without Jamie even knowing, but now none of that mattered. The same lust she had felt when the mistake had been created was rekindled, strong as ever. She'd come here to talk business with Trevor, talk about his true plans behind everything and a few wine glasses/pasta dinner later...
Her arms were wrapped lightly around his neck, mouth smothered by her own as her smooth leg came up and rubbed intimately against his own. She rolled her neck to the side when his lips began to wander, arching her back at the feel. Both hands laid clutching to his shirt, enjoying the sinful pleasure of two bodies so close together. She should really stop now before things got out of control, but almost every inch of her body didn't want to. As she continued to kiss the man before her, his hands beginning to slide up her hot belly, she didn't even bother to listen for any signs of the door opening. |
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Post by Morgana Calloway on Nov 19, 2014 20:24:43 GMT -8
Right now schedual. She had made a deal with Jason to recruit him to their cause. He had seemed open enough about it. Why shouldn't he? It held promise of promotion, it held the promise of not working under an idiot, and it would keep his girl safe, the 'good' one. Morgana had a feeling she had never really left their side at heart, but that was for another trip of recruiting.
She had been making quite a few of those as of late. She went to azkaban and talked to a few of the captured. That was the easiest. They had not suspected her and she had manged to get the message of revival to them which restored some of the spirit in their eyes and possibly could lead to trouble for the guards and the dementors, distraction to what they would be doing in the next few weeks. Then there was the trips she had made around to the usual spots: the hogshead, knockturn ally. Those had been quite fruitful and more were returning by the day thanks to her. They also were up for a change in leadership. It seemed Derrin had more enemies than friends. Powerful enemies too. It was just as they needed for this to work.
Finally, she had taken it upon herself to make the final move towards Derrin. She had managed to intriugue him. Possible future rendevouz with him mentioned. She certaintly had distracted him, gathered his little pity, and managed to get closer to him than most had. It was going just as she planned and now she had to report to the future leader no matter how pompus and idiot he was.
Morgana quickly apparated over and looked at the door. The lights were on so he had to be home. She didn't even bother knocking as she told him earlier that week she would be stopping by. She opened the door and walked in to the site of him doing some negotiating of his own. A smirk grew on her face as she looked from the mantle of the fireplace to the girl in his arms. So that was the slut that called herself the mother of his child. Her malicious grin grew as she shut the door behind her. "Oh good, so I haven't been the only one doing my job lately. Is this how you usually negotiate buisness deals Trevor or is this a special case?" |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:25:35 GMT -8
Trevor brought a hand to Amie's leg as she rubbed it against his. His hand ran up her smooth flesh to her mini skirt and around to her thigh under her leg, his fingers slipping beaneath the skirt just as Morgana made her presence known. Talk about a mood killer. His hand quickly slid out from under her skirt and his other from beneath her shirt and he brought his lips away from her neck, resting his forehead against hers for a few moments, giving her a look that said, 'Later.' He swallowed, pulling away completely and turning to face Morgana, not much caring about his wrinkled shirt or generally messy appearance. Wasn't like he had to explain to her.
"Who said we were conducting business, Morgana?" he asked, raising a brow. "Unlike you, I don't solicit myself to whomever agrees to make a deal. A simple handshake closes such an agreement for me, but I understand why you of all people would make such an assumption. After all, since you do it, everyone else must do it, too, right?" He paused for a moment, leaning back against the wall next to Amie casually after taking a couple steps back and over. "Couldn't be more wrong, really. She's been in on this deal ever since that night you made me dinner. It wasn't Jason I recruited, after all, but you probably already figured that out by now."
He glanced over at Amie for a moment and then back to Morgana, crossing his arms and inclining his head ever-so-slightly. Stupid girl thought she knew what was what. He wasn't like her, and there was no way he'd ever be like her. He and Amie shared something, after all. It wasn't like he just went and threw himself at the highest bidder or let himself be seduced by some harlot. Would've already been seduced by Morgana, if that was the case, seeing as that was how he viewed her even after that night when she threw on something conservative. It had been a nice change, but that didn't change how she acted and dressed 99.9% of the time when he saw her. |
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Post by Morgana Calloway on Nov 19, 2014 20:25:58 GMT -8
The Bastard! The bloody Bastard. He didn't know her. He had no right to make that assuption. No one did. No one knew her but her. No one could know her but her. If he took a look into her closet he would see that she wasn't just a whore. She wore decent clothes more than slutty close. She just wore them quitely, when alone, when around those she knew she didn't have to worry about; like him, at least recently.
That was her persona. Not her. She had only done things like that twice on her missions, twice maybe ten times. Only because that's what she needed to do to suceed. Unlike him, she had to rely on her looks more than a few times. She was girl. If she wanted a short term interest to sprout that was the easiest way of doing it. It was a good indicator and a good way to get men to react. It caught them off their gaurd and most importantly it played on their weakness. It was strategic, but it wasn't her. It was a facade. It was a character.
Personally, she had only slept with one man. That was back in school, before he was killed when they first joined the deatheaters. She had never quite gotten over it. Maybe that's why she hadn't cared about her body so much. If he had known her in school. If he would have known about what happened to Daniel, he never would have dared say something like that to her. Insentitive, assuming, bastard.
She grimiced lightly, holding back her anger despite how much she would have liked to curse him halfway around the world.
Morgana glared in his direction, sure her look could kill. She walked calmly over to the forgotten dinner and poured herself a glass of wine downing it easily.
"I did find that out when I talked to him today. He agrees with our opinion, and he even did it without me sleeping with him or touching him in anyway. Not even a handshake. In fact. The number of deatheaters i've managed to dig up from the dead in the past few weeks without f**k**g them is quite astounding. I suggest you check your facts about how I work Trevor. After all, I haven't screwed you yet have I. Not that I would, I do have decent standards after all." She paused for a moment pouring herself another glass and taking a small sip, a little calmer. "In fact Trevor. I do believe you are dead wrong. If anyone assumes its you, not that you would know that. That little ego issue of yours keeps you from seeing the clues right in front of your face."
She was right in this case. Unless she was targeting someone or procuring information she was celebate. She was less of a street whore than the one in front of her at least. If she did anything, she never did it for fun. Besides, he exploits outside of missions were never heard of. She didn't have any dispite the rumors. That was something he should have picked up on long ago, but her image was set in his mind. His weakness not hers. |
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Post by Amie Steward on Nov 19, 2014 20:26:22 GMT -8
When a female voice came to her ears, her eyes shot open and her leg came down. She looked at Trevor briefly as he stepped away then to Morgana, propping up an eyebrow as she recognized her. Wow. One look at the woman explained to Amie why Trevor’s followers were growing so rapidly. She ran one hand through her short blonde hair then crossed her arms loosely, lined eyebrow propping up as she let the words register in her mind. Oh. So she slept with three men in her lifetime and suddenly she was an indicated slut. She kept silent when Trevor spoke, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. Probably not the best thing to say if he wanted to keep Morgana as a follower, after all, she could turn to Derrin easily and rat him out if she got pissed off enough. When he brought up Jason’s name she tilted her head to the side slightly in curiosity. Wasn’t that who her sister was currently screwing? If Jamie found out…It would be easy to say she might be seeing a lot of her at meetings.
She turned her head to Morgana when she responded, feeling a bit like a puppet on a string right about now looking from one to the other like this. She caught the grimace and the defensiveness in her tone. It was obvious she was hiding something, for defensiveness was as good as keeping secrets in her point of view. Deciding she’d been quiet for a long enough time, she pushed herself off the wall and walked toward Morgana with her arms still laced. You seem rather defensive, Miss Calloway…it would seem you’d be hiding something. Afraid my sister might find out you fucked her boyfriend?
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Post by Morgana Calloway on Nov 19, 2014 20:26:45 GMT -8
Morgana turned coldly with a small lithe smile to the bitch in his arms. How fitting the bastard had found someone equally stupid and arrogent to meet his needs. She narrowned her eyes and gave Amie and knowing look. "Trust me. If I had screwed him they wouldn't be together right now. Besides, I'm not sure you should be the one talking about secrets. Aren't you hiding yours in your sister's school. A rather big one come to think of it, and from Trevor none the less."
Morgana smiled cruelly and walked over to the fireplace and gently, dismissively brushed the picture of the child on the mantle. They would both know she knew now. And she wouldn't care. "Shame to not telling the father. She looks so much like him after all. Let's just hope she doesn't end up like either of you. Hopefully she'll have enough sense to lock a door and put some sense behind her accusitions." |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:27:10 GMT -8
Trevor rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe this. Was she actually thinking that this would get either of them to back off? And you just didn't get anywhere with Trevor by telling him that you hope his kid didn't turn out anything like him. Sure, he didn't want Layla to be a killer, didn't want this life for her. He wanted her to be happy, to grow up and have a chance at life. If she was known to be his, she'd be watched closely by all like a vulture would watch its prey when it's about to die. They would all just wait for her to slip up, and they'd be especially harsh on her. He wouldn't have that for his daughter, which was why he stayed away, which was why he'd given up looking for Kiley (though part of it had to do with the fact that it'd been so long and he wasn't sure she was alive).
"She didn't tell me because she knew I would be smart enough to figure it out on my own, love," he answered smartly. He knew it was no use to deny having a daughter, but he didn't have to act like he actually cared. He didn't in some regards while in others he did. So, it really wasn't hard for him to act distant and heartless. Amie would understand why, he figured. She was the one who had dumped her on her twin, after all. He still couldn't believe she'd done that and had never told him about it, that he'd had to hear it second hand from some stupid Death Eater who thought that he could somehow hold it over his head. Dumb git was dead now, so it was of no consequence. But Morgana, he wasn't going to kill. She wouldn't dare tell anyone, and if she did, well, she'd just cost that poor, unfortunate soul his life as well as cost herself her own life. |
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Post by Amie Steward on Nov 19, 2014 20:27:41 GMT -8
A frown passed over her lips at the mention of her daughter, throat tightening and fingers momentarily curling into a tight ball. She had to keep her cool. Couldn't let Morgana think she had some dirt on her. At Trevor's somewhat lame excuse to act all brave about the fact she began to lightly clap for a few seconds before returning both arms to their crossed position. "Bravo, bravo. I'll never doubt your research abilities ever again, Miss Calloway. But why such an interest in the subject of Layla and her parents?" She smirked - almost flirtatiously, one that maybe the trained eye could catch. "Jealous?" |
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Post by Morgana Calloway on Nov 19, 2014 20:28:20 GMT -8
The woman was shaken. After so many years of doing this she could tell. The frown, the sarcasm. The offesnive move. Morgana even caught the familiar smile of flirtatiousness; one she had used many times herself. She leaned against the wall, her body slightly exposed. Not that she could help it, she really didn't care at this point. She raised an eyebrow in Steward's direction and shook her head with the same covert smirk that other girl was presenting. "Actually I would have to say curiousity. I hate brats and men aren't worth it." She was telling the truth. She was wary of children and the only man she had ever fallen for tried to kill her. Too much trouble. |
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Post by Amie Steward on Nov 19, 2014 20:28:33 GMT -8
It was obvious that Morgana had taken the bait, but was it genuine or not? She wasted no time in giving the girl an impressively fast once-over when she leaned back. Of course, she had taken in all she needed in that oneshot and needed not to look down from her face again. "If you hate 'brats' and 'men' - which I can understand..." She gave Trevor a sickly sweet smile for a moment before looking back. "...then why even be curious to look into the subejct? What...tipped you off?" |
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Post by Morgana Calloway on Nov 19, 2014 20:28:56 GMT -8
Morgana watched with amusement as Amie looked her over. She actually was interested. Morgana had to take all of her strength to keep from laughing as the girl did that. It was laughable, it really was. She wondered if Trevor knew how much of a sex adict his girl was. Wonder if he caught that she could possibly be bisexual. Morgana tilted her head to the side and smiled lazily. Her tone was questioning and almost innocent. "A girl can't be curious now? That's a shame." She shot Amie a knowing and slightly amused grin. "The picture he had in the apartment tipped me off if you must know details." |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:29:42 GMT -8
Oh great, just great. What the hell was going on? Morgana and Amie weren't supposed to be getting along. That was the last thing he needed! The absolute last thing, and there was something about the way Amie was looking at her, though Trevor couldn't quite place it. It seemed so familiar, like how she looked at him when they'd first met so many years ago. But no, no! He wasn't even going to let himself think that. His ego was already bruised enough by her little comment about men not being worth the trouble. But those two in correlation would be too much, so he simply chose to ignore it--for now. Amie could just be messing around, right? Right. Just messing around. Something to stir the waters a little. Yeah, that was it. Always the player, that one. "Remind me in the future not to leave that picture out on the mantle, Ames," Trevor drawled, not sure what else to do, but he didn't want to watch this Morgana and Amie exchange much longer, so he had to say something. |
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Post by Amie Steward on Nov 19, 2014 20:29:53 GMT -8
Amie glanced over at Trevor when he finally decided to speak, rolling her eyes slightly. She gave him a brief, cheeky smile before powerwalking to the mantle and tipping the picture over face down. She came back and chirped, "Problem solved. Really Trevor, at least put it in your bedroom – she’s not our pride and joy for the whole world to see or anything." A bit of a look was cast over at Morgana at that. |
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:31:04 GMT -8
"I, for one, find our daughter absolutely beautiful. It'd be a shame to lock her in a bedroom where she'd rarely be seen," Trevor replied with a bit of a smirk. He decided to leave out the little bit that echoed in his mind. Wasn't all that pertinent to say, really. "It'd be like taking you and keeping you in the bedroom all day. I might rather enjoy that, but then I'd be in there all day, and I can't say the same if it came to my daughter." |
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