OUR car?! (RP with isabelowens)

[agentcampbell]

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.

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[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel waved a hand at him, as if to tell him to fuck off. She didn't dare open her mouth because she knew it would only make things worse.

"Just keep the fucking slutty underwear out of the company car. Is that too much to ask?" she hissed through clenched teeth.

So much for staying quiet. Her gaze was still on the case file, and she spared a moment to feel bad that he'd jabbed his finger so harshly, but then the anger was back and she reached out for her pen only to find it gone. Again.

"And where's my goddamn pen, Campbell?"

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Because talking about your ridiculously large appetite for sex with everything that moves, and seeing it are too different things. And yes, I know that finding a pair of 'knickers' isn't the same as walking in on the middle of you fucking someone, but it is! It's no longer separated from this space. This space which is work, and us, and being partners." She huffed out a breath, her hands going to her hips as she started to pace.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel produced his packet of smokes from out of the pocket in her pants and flashed him a naughty smile. "I maybe had one, or two before I found the panties. Whether, or not the irrational anger is related is up for debate."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"I look even better out of it," she replied without missing a beat. Switching from fighting to flirting was something her and Campbell could do easily. Something neither of them seemed to question. Of course there were days where she found herself wondering just what would happen if they did manage to transfer things to the bedroom. She'd just never admit it, though. "Then you better work on not landing in a coma again, or I might just take it upon myself to give you the tattoo while you're out cold."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Can't you just spend one night not having sex? Is it really going to kill you?" She sighed, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. It shouldn't be getting to her so badly. She'd had three years of watching Campbell fuck like a rabbit. Why was it bothering her so much lately? "Never mind, I don't care. Just focus on your own prospects, and don't worry about me. I'm a big girl."

"I love your brother," Iz said with a smile. "He's like you only he doesn't get on my nerves. As for Frank... when doesn't his mother want him home for a family thing? I swear one these days he's going to come in with a note from his mom asking if he can be excused from anything dangerous because he's got asthma, or something."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"And if I was half the woman they thought I was, I would have managed to have gone through with at least one wedding. I might have been happily married by now... but I'm not." She pushed back from her desk and stood up. "I need a coffee."

In other words she was running away from the conversation.