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Picture Prompt Meme

the picture prompt meme
I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.
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[ She leaned forward, lifting her arms so she could drape them over his shoulders as she looked his face over, the look on her own more thoughtful than anything else. ]
I want to figure out why somebody who claims he just does lust gets jealous over one touch.
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Because he doesn't deserve to touch you. I would have thought that obvious.
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[ Even she could admit she preferred his touch doing the same thing, though she contributed that to Henry being a murderer. ]
What if it was someone I wanted to touch me. Are you telling me you wouldn't be jealous then?
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Who do you want touching you? Don't tell me it's your weaselly ex. I would have thought that ship had sailed and you'd come to your senses.
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If I decided to see someone, I mean. Or would that bother you, too? Me dating someone.
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[And yet... that frown wasn't going anywhere. He thought about her and her ex, the crease deepening as the hand at her thigh gripped a little tighter.]
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[ Her thumb traced away from his mouth, eyes still fixed on his face as she felt his grip tighten. ]
What are you thinking about?
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Doesn't matter, does it? Are you interested in someone touching you, Detective? I haven't heard you mention anyone.
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[ No way she was admitting that the only person she'd thought about touching her recently was him, though it seemed obvious enough with their position. ]
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[The words stuck, his eyes lifting from where his thumb was tracing up to her eyes, confusion flickering in them for a moment.]
I don't really know why. It does, though. Why do you suppose that is?
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Her hand slipped away from his face so she could let her arm slide over his shoulder again. ]
It's called jealousy, Lucifer. I can't tell you why you're feeling it.
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[And yet... here he was, with her on his lap and feeling like if Henry lay a finger on her again, he'd rip it off and-- well. He'd do things that he'd best not get caught doing while he was on earth instead of back home.]
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You really don't think you'll get jealous if I go back over there tonight? To apologize for how possessive my husband is and ask if he'd like to have a drink together?
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Funny, Detective, but I doubt those morals of yours would allow you to let one of your suspects get his hands all over you, even if only to rub it in my face. You want me, denial or not, and that took serious persuasion on my part. If you went over, it would only be to... what, test me? Do you really want to hinge your case on whether or not I'm susceptible to human emotions?
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I didn't say anything about letting him get his hands all over me. I could just go over there to talk to him. To tell him about you. How much control you insist on having, how you work such long hours, how you get me expensive gifts to make up for how little time we spend together. That I suspect you're sleeping with some woman in your office and that's why you work into the night sometimes.
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[ She rolled her eyes at the threat of tearing Henry's head off, shaking her head. ]
You're not going to be here if he tries anything.
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Though, probably not. Maybe. Maze is still rather mother-henny over me and if I can bleed, perhaps I can die. Wouldn't that be a laugh? The devil winding up waiting to go to hell.
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Don't be an idiot. I think a lot of things about you, but I don't want you dead. I'd like to think that's clear by now.
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You're attractive and you have moments where you're not a complete ass. That night was... [ she paused as she really thought about it, a quiet huff coming out before she continued ] It was weakness and I was hoping to get you out of my system, just like I thought it would get me out of yours. I didn't think doing it again was going to come up before you got bored and moved on.
If I thought about things the same way you do then just a fling would be fine, but I don't. And I don't understand is why you're so stuck on me when all you want is sex and you've made it clear that you can get that from any woman you want.
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Don't go...
[She did that. Got him all mixed up inside, then left him to mull over it alone. He'd come to the conclusion that he didn't enjoy it. He'd rather mull over it with her. He enjoyed her as a sounding board as much as he enjoyed her for other things.
But he did hear her, even if he didn't fully understand all these feelings flying around everywhere.]
You said you thought it would get me out of your system. Am I to understand it hasn't?
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