Special Agent-in-Charge James Campbell (
agentcampbell) wrote2008-03-13 09:10 pm
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OUR car?! (RP with
isabelowens)
Campbell had been preparing to check his blood sugar when Isabel had flounced in and practically slapped him in the face with a pair of panties in a small plastic baggy thing. She distracted him and stabbed his finger much harder than he should have. "Ow, fuck!" he cursed, dropping the small monitoring lancet onto his desk. He quickly smeared the blood droplets onto one of the strip and shoved it into the small electronic meter, then pushed out of his chair to stalk over to Isabel's desk.
"What?!" he cried in aggravation, throwing up his hand.
"What?!" he cried in aggravation, throwing up his hand.
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"Too bad someone else got to him first. Guess I'll just marry him in the next lifetime." She laughed at hearing about the email, the rich sound filling the office as she threw back her head. "Oh God, I definitely love him. Maybe you should try it sometime." Her head came back up when she heard the beep, and his growl and she arched her eyebrow in silent question. "Thanks, loser."
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Campbell waved his hand dismissively at the monitor. "It's bollocks," he replied, picking up the pen again as if reading her thoughts and starting to snap it open and shut incessantly. "What's on your schedule this afternoon?"
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Isabel glared at him, and opened her draw to pull out a stress ball and throw it at him. "Less noise, more hand action. And I'm assuming there's work to be done, so... nothing? Why, are you wanting me to do your paperwork so you can go and get laid?"
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"And why don't you wear knickers like that? Ever?"
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Her eyebrows shot up before she smirked. "Because I don't need my ass crack flosses, and because wearing something lacy and delicate is more my style. Thongs like that," she said as she shot the plastic bag a fierce glare, "are for women who don't understand subtlety."
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She tilted her head to expose her neck, her fingers trailing down over the smooth, porcelain skin until they reached the neckline of her shirt where she rubbed the material between her thumb and forefinger as her tongue dragged across her top lip. "It can be with the right person."
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