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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[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

Campbell laughed, watching her as he twisted his medic alert bracelet around his wrist. He was one of those sort that always needed something to do with his hands, so this was just another habit of his many he had.

"He doesn't get on your nerves because he's too busy pissing me off. He sent me an email this morning. 'Tips on how to date without sex'. You and he must be soul mate." He checked the monitor when it beeped and growled in annoyance, chucking it to the side. "I promise not to put green shit in my Guinness. And you say I don't do anything for you."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

Isabel wasn't exactly phased by his tendency to get fidgety. Half the time she just thanked her lucky stars he didn't crack his knuckles, or snap gum. Keeping hands busy was one thing, but having noisy habits was another.

"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."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

"You aren't married to him. In that sense, he should be your perfect relationship. And you didn't even have to get an almost-wedding dress. You can even have almost sex and everyone would be happy."

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?"

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"I'm not married to you either," she pointed out. "Does that mean you're my perfect relationship, too?"

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?"

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James caught the stress ball and shot her a small frown. "I'm offended. I never shirk my duties. Not for sex, not for anything but a coma," he replied, throwing the ball back and forth between his hands. "And I couldn't possibly marry someone who loves my brother more than me. It's almost criminal."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

She got this smile on her lips, and her green eyes sparkled as she looked at him. "I don't remember saying I loved your brother more than you. I just said he didn't get on my nerves like you did."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James met her eyes. "And I'm supposed to believe you would marry someone who gets on your nerves? You won't even marry blokes who don't! You run away from them." He put the ball down and started drumming his fingers. He was more restless than usual today. He couldn't really put his finger on why. He hadn't had a day off in eight days, which could be a factor. But the panty car thing seemed to have irked him for some reason.

"And why don't you wear knickers like that? Ever?"

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"Why not? If me an my husband were exactly the same it'd just be boring. Let's face it, if you're both strong personalities and do things that irk each other, then chances are there'll be fights and fights lead to angry make up sex." Isabel folded her arms under chest and gave a nod as she leaned back in her seat. She didn't acknowledge his comment about running away, because she wasn't ready to get into it with him. She knew what she did was horrible, and she didn't need his constant reminders.

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."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James opened his mouth and then closed it, looking at her in complete confusion. "Since when is sex subtle?" he finally asked after a few more moments of contemplation. "Fair enough, it's not practical for every day use, but it is sexy on the right person."

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

"I highly doubt Frank would have picked up 'the right person'," Isabel replied as she scrunched up her nose. "As for sex being subtle..."

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."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James pulled his lips to the side wryly. "So, you would wear them? For the right person? I guess somewhere some guy is waiting with baited breath." He dragged his eyes away and shoved the end of the pen in his mouth.

[isabelowens.livejournal.com]

She huffed out a breath, and threw up her hands in exasperation. "No, I wouldn't. If I'm going to be going the non-subtle route then it's just going to be no underwear at all. I hate butt floss." Isabel gave him a weird look. "Yeah right. They're all out getting married to other chicks, or fucking you. There isn't a guy for me. I've accepted it, so should you."

[agentfraser.livejournal.com]

James blinked, his lips still wrapped around the pen. He removed it, it making a soft pop sound as he did. "You had three guys who wanted to marry you! What are you on about? If I really fucked as much as you thought I did, I would have no bloody dick."