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13 July 2008 @ 12:54 pm
[Rp det_lassiter] Walking in Memphis  
    She stepped off the plane, and for a moment, didn't know what to do next.  It wasn't as if she was here to meet someone right away, I mean she was here to meet someone, it's just that his flight didn't get in for another hour and a half.  So she stood in the concourse for a few minutes trying to get her head on straight, she hadn't slept much the night before so she was slow to wake up.  When the second person bumped into her, she finally got moving, she grabbed her luggage and headed out to grab a taxi.  The ride to the hotel was short, and after she checked in, she took a hot shower, relaxing fully after the flight.

Wrapping herself in one of the white fuzzy towels that the hotel provided, walking to her suit case, she took out the clothes she would wear later that day.  Amongst the clothes was Mr. Wolf the fox, she thought it would be a good idea to bring him along so he could pick up Carlton's scent.  Grinning, she took the stuffed animal, and walked to the bed.  Sitting down on the edge of the king sized bed and thought seriously about getting dressed and finding herself a cup of coffee. 

Really, seriously, except that her constant yawning seemed to cut into any real motivation she had for getting up and doing it.  When she laid down it was only going to be for a few minutes, really, just closing her eyes till she had to go back to the airport.  She wanted to meet him at the airport, Oh, she was aware that he could meet her at the hotel, he knew the hotel and it was just a cab ride away.  But still, she wanted to see him, but as soon as her eyes closed she fell into a deep sleep.  What was suppose to be only a short nap, turned into a long one.  The time for her to get up came and went, followed closely by Carlton's arrival time, and still she remained asleep.

[ooc:  Bendy time and all that fun stuff.]
 
 
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Detective Carlton Lassiter: croondet_lassiter on July 20th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
His breathing was heavy. Not panting, but deep, measured, pulling in oxygen until he felt light headed. Or maybe she was the one making him feel light headed.

Part of him could lie there all night, slowly writhing and moaning under her touch. The woman was a siren, he was sure of it now, and he was lost. He couldn't think of a better way to go. Mostly because he couldn't really think right now. But the other part of him was craving a more active role in proceedings. He was starting to develop an urge to lick and taste her skin, and that wasn't going to happen like this.

With more of a rock than a buck, he lifted his hips again, this time levering them over as he wrapped his arms around her. Settling over her, he smiled down at the away her hair fell in disarray over the pillow, at the soft, surprised expression on her face. Dipping down, he caught her lips with his and kissed her.
Detective Olivia Benson: Heelsdetoliviasvu on July 20th, 2008 11:01 pm (UTC)
Her eyes widened as she found herself on her back, and for a moment she panicked. In one zone and then in another she fought to switch gears and be okay with his taking charge of the situation. Surging up under him she bucked her hips grabbing at his shoulder blades. Her nails dug into his back and she bucked again before slowly settling down under his mouth. When her heart started to slow she opened her mouth to him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

He wasn't going to do something bad to her and she needed to remember that. It was insane to think anything else, and as she groaned in the kiss she stroked his back where her nails had been. Trying to soothe his skin she spread her legs for him, cradling his torso between her legs. This was good, the solid weight over her.