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]

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."