LINK: Flynn had honed his skills of hiding just how much it terrified him these days to wake up with something as simple as a minor cold, never sure if it was a sign that clock was ticking all over again.

6.5. "Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone."
Grace Jones

Co-written with shouldbemodest
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Lara stood naked in front of the window, looking out at the view of New York City from her hotel room. It was true she didn't make it to this side of the Atlantic very often. In fact, there was a large part of her that hated America. She was English born, and bred, and English she would stay. She might have a taste for travelling the world, but she knew where home was. However, at night, there was definitely a certain charm about the lights. The only light in the hotel room came from a bedside lamp, so she hardly feared being spotted.

Even here she knew there would be British paparazzi no doubt waiting for a shot of Lady Croft in the nude. They could wait a bit longer. Her long hair flowed down her back, the ends just brushing against the top of her arse. It was still damp from the shower she and Flynn had just shared. The bruises on her thigh and buttocks from where he'd gripped her tightly and slammed her back against the tiles were just blossoming, but she didn't mind. Any marks from tonight were ones she would proudly wear. It had been a long time she'd been shagged so thoroughly.

( The male escort hadn't wasted any time once he'd entered the room, taking Lara on the small table against the wall near the door...Collapse )


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Flynn had been worrying that he had maybe lost his touch as an escort. The money was awesome and he still had a little black book full of regular clients with regular bookings. Getting work was never going to be the issue for him, but faceless fuck after faceless fuck had him viewing each job like a conveyor belt of tits and ass that he serviced over and over and over again. This time of year, his schedule doubled with his clients wanting him for Christmas parties and corporate holiday celebrations. It was surreal to think that it was a year ago almost to the day that Harri hired him, and she met her billionaire business man, who turned out to be undercover FBI or some shit, and now she was practically married to the bloke with a new kid to show for it. Had it really just been one fucking year?

( So much had happened that Flynn almost couldn't keep up...Collapse )


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LINK: Pay packet tonight is escorting to an orgy... I think I might need a joint.

LINK: Becoming a porn star was looking better every day.

35.7. Uncertain

Co-written with justalilcontact

Since the Doc had been feeling better, and since their time in bed together the other night, she could see him getting stronger. It was why she didn't argue when he said he wanted to take Mia and Daisy to the park for a little while. Rogue still made him promise to call the second he felt like he couldn't handle it, and she'd come bail him out. So far no call, and it had been half an hour. She was hoping it really was because her husband, daughter, and dog were okay, and not because Chase had passed out, or anything. Maybe she should go after them?

( She was standing in the foyer of their home, her weight shifting from foot to foot as she kept changing her mind between going after them, or staying here and being the trusting wife...Collapse )

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"That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways."

LINK: Two weeks and counting with no news or no sign of return, leaving the unspoken question of whether he even wanted to come home at all.

15.10. Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a little taste
Touch my body

Co-written with doesntwaltz
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A hotel. Always usually the best option for jobs. The only thing was, Flynn wasn't exactly sure if this was meant to be a job or a favour. Different circumstances, entirely. A favour meant his standard working rules rules probably wouldn't apply, though he would insist on enforcing them if the chick was a horse's ass. According to Tab, she was hot, though. Still, Tab was married and Flynn couldn't bank on her deduction powers being as reliable anymore. For obvious reasons, he wasn't much of a fan of marriage, even if he didn't begrudge others indulging in it.

( He was dressed in tight black leather pants and a form-hugging white shirt with a few of the top buttons undone. He liked the jobs that meant he didn't need to get dolled up in a bloody suit...Collapse )


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