Red Rover [IC]

[alderwitch]

"Who says the chase ends with a kiss," Bombshell teased in response, letting her head tilt back as he ran fingers through the heavy locks. "Personally, I think this means the best part is just starting."

She ran her fingertips down his shirt and straightened his tie with a soft touch of fingertips, glancing down at his waitstaff disguise as she quipped, "I've always had a weakness for a man in uniform."

[Gizmo]

"So I'm just getting myself into more trouble than ever, huh?" Jack grinned with a sharply arched eyebrow. Still holding Bombshell's honey hued tresses back with one hand, the fencer leaned forward to brush his lips lightly across her arched neck, starting just below her ear and moving slowly down to the collar of her waitress uniform, light stubble grazing the immortal's skin. "You should probably know, I thrive on trouble."