Darren Quigg : Ministry Maintenance (hustlequigg) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-01-21 05:59:00

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Completed thread.
Characters: Darren Quigg and Devon Kirke
Setting: Devon's flat, Sunday January 20th, afternoon
Summary: Darren gets PWNed.
Rating/Status: PG-13/R (for language & vase throwing) / Finished!

"Huh," Darren muttered in confusion as he stared at the unopened door before him. He knew Devon was there, he could hear her moving around inside, but after three rounds of knocks and nearly ten minutes of him waiting she still hadn't opened the door. Raising his fist once more, Darren gave the wood four heavy beats. "Devon," he called out. "Devon, come on. I don't care what the place looks like."

She had to be cleaning. It was the only feasible explanation for all the fussing around he could hear. The witch had one heck of a set of lungs. If she was in trouble beyond the door, he'd know. Plus, Devon had a tendency to clean her arse off. As far as he knew, her flat simply wasn't ever dirty or unkempt. So, if she was cleaning with this much gusto, there was a good chance she was upset about something and since she wasn't answering the door, it probably was do to him. Great. What had done to piss her off now?

Darren sighed and beat twice on the door with both fists before dropping his forehead to join them on the cool wood. "Devon. Get the door."

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dev_ious
2008-01-24 09:42 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't help but gasp as he pressed her back against the wall, those long lashes pressing together tightly as he kissed her, trying her best not to return it. She just stood there, her hands once again balling up at her sides, not throwing them around his neck like she normally did when he kissed her. It was almost instinct to do that even now, but then she thought about Lydia, and that made it easier to resist him. But this wad Darren, so that was never really easy. Expecually for Devon, who had been infatuated with him ever since thier first meeting.

When he pulled away, she blinked her eyes open, feeling moisture stuck to her eyelashes as she stared at the wall on the opposite side of the room. The feeling of his warm breath on her cheek gave her goosebumps, and before she could say anything else, he was gone. Which was what she wanted, right? Her bottom lip quivered before she bit it, leaning her head against the wall as she slid down, her knees bending up to press against her chest before she rested her forehead between them, her hands slipping through her hair to grip at those silky red locks. Suddenly she felt numb, and she hadn't even noticed that a tear had finally started to slide down her cheek when she heard the front door close behind him.

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