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Darling, there's no sense in running
Characters: Mab and Bres, guest starring Jeffrey Maddox
Date/Time: June 18th
Location: Eventually Savannah
Rating: R most likely
Warnings: Bres and Mab arguing
Summary: Bres has gone radio silent, and Mab tracks him down.
She tried his cell. No answer. Which had been happening for some time now.
She tried his office, and the secretary made some excuse about him being indisposed. Every time she called.
Finally, she'd had enough. She called the office again and asked for the senior Maddox, and at last the secretary was helpful and told her to hold while she was transferred.
Date/Time: June 18th
Location: Eventually Savannah
Rating: R most likely
Warnings: Bres and Mab arguing
Summary: Bres has gone radio silent, and Mab tracks him down.
She tried his cell. No answer. Which had been happening for some time now.
She tried his office, and the secretary made some excuse about him being indisposed. Every time she called.
Finally, she'd had enough. She called the office again and asked for the senior Maddox, and at last the secretary was helpful and told her to hold while she was transferred.
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"I didn't want to talk after..that shit that happened at the hotel."
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Then she knelt, smooth and slow, looking him in the eyes. And then suddenly her mouth was on his in a hard, deep, yet ultimately fast kiss, because pulled back before he had much time to react.
"You are my consort," her voice was low, intense, almost angry sounding. "I chose you above all others. Fidelity is not required between us, but none shall hold a place above yours. You will be the one to sire a child upon me if and when I decide to bear one. As for the Sun God, he was an itch. It has been scratched. He isn't you."
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"I am sorry, Mab."
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The offers of compromise were phrased as orders. Perhaps it was her way of giving him some leeway without losing face. Or perhaps, she meant it exactly like it was coming out, and she was annoyed by his jealous fit. She made it difficult to tell.
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