| Welcome Home |
[10 Jan 2008|11:04pm] |
[Takes place two days after this, co-written by the muns]
Bag in hand, Joaquin manages a small smile for Orlando before he steps off the train. He hasn't taken three steps before Bruce is there, sliding out of the shadows with a silence that's unnatural in such a big man.
"Kitten..." Bruce trails off, eyes going wide when he catches sight of Orlando. "What...?"
"It's alright, Mac," Joaquin murmurs, reaching back to pull Orlando up level with them. "The feud's over, he's coming home, and he knows everything."
"I see." Pursing his lips, Bruce rakes a considering gaze over Orlando. Kid's grown up. "Welcome home, Dapper," he says, sticking out his hand.
"Thanks, Mac," Orlando replies, returning the handshake and the look. He can't look around the station yet. "It's, uh, good to be back."
"I almost believe you mean that," Bruce says, laughing quietly. He half expects to see Josh step off the train and can't prevent the wave of sadness that hits when it doesn't happen.
Gentle fingers brush the back of Orlando's hand, then Joaquin is all business. "You got anything yet?"
( Welcome Home )
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| Ghosts Of The Past |
[10 Jan 2008|11:01pm] |
[Takes place a few days after this, co-written by the muns]
"File these with the rest of the Avery account, and create a new one for the McGiles brothers," Orlando instructs, as Sally hastily writes down notes. "Tell Tom I need him to freeze Cox's tab for right now... What else?" There's so much to do before he leaves, before he can even think about moving back home.
He still can't believe he's doing this.
"Got a 2 o'clock with Mr. Gyllenhaal to go over the new plans, and a 3:30 with Mr. Hawke to go over Canada."
"Christ." Orlando drops into his chair, and buries his face in his hands.
"Don't worry, Mr. Bloom, we'll get it sorted."
Orlando lifts his head and offers Sally a small smile. "I'm gonna miss you. Sure you don't wanna move back East with me?"
"I'm flattered, but someone who knows what's what should stick around here," Sally replies, just as a knock sounds at the door to the office.
( Ghosts Of The Past )
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| Home Is Where The Heart Is |
[10 Jan 2008|10:58pm] |
[Takes place a few days after this, co-written by the muns]
Orlando's still dirt-streaked from helping the gardener when he wanders into the main house, lured by the incredible smells. He smiles a little when he sees Joaquin at the stove. "I hope this means you're making what I think you're making."
Joaquin smiles, glancing over with appreciation for the way Orlando looks so relaxed, then he goes back to chopping basil. "I might be."
"Well, it certainly smells like mama Phoenix's marinara." Orlando grins, stepping close enough to brush a light kiss across the back of Joaquin's neck before heading to the sink.
"Wait'll you taste it." Joaquin allows himself a small smirk to hide the shiver that races up his spine at the feel of Orlando's lips, and dumps the basil into the bubbling sauce before turning to watch Orlando.
"Can't wait." He holds up wet hands and laughs. "But I'm filthy. I should shower." He eyes the pot, then raises an eyebrow at Joaquin. "Do I have time?"
"Time if you don't dawdle." Another smile, and Joaquin leans against the counter, arms crossed. "Haven't started the pasta yet."
"Well, I dunno..." Orlando ducks his head to hide his smile. "I might need help washing the dirt off..."
( Home Is Where The Heart Is )
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| Enjoy It While It Lasts |
[10 Jan 2008|10:55pm] |
[Takes place the night after this and this, co-written by the muns]
Shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, Jake finishes toweling his hair and looks in the mirror. A few flicks of his fingers settles his hair into place, and he gives his reflection a nod. It'll have to do, seeing as he's running a little late. Just then he hears a knock at the door. Orlando.
Looking at himself in the mirror again, Jake takes a deep breath and goes to answer the door.
"On second thought, maybe we should stay in," Orlando says in greeting, leaning against the doorjamb and letting his gaze run appreciatively over Jake's chest and the sprinkling of hair that runs down his stomach, disappearing into his slacks. "I'd hate for you to get dressed on my account."
"We can if you'd like," Jake replies, smiling. He won't be able to resist temptation if they do, but looking at Orlando like this, Jake can't complain.
"We best not. We'll never see the house otherwise." But Orlando slides an arm under Jake's shirt when he steps inside, nuzzling the warm, still damp skin at Jake's neck. "I'll just peel you out of these clothes later..."
( Enjoy It While It Lasts )
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| That's One Way To Pass The Time |
[10 Jan 2008|10:52pm] |
[Takes place right after this, co-written by the muns]
"I'll have a much better use for your mouth than talking anyway," Orlando calls after them, and leans his head on Joaquin's shoulder, looking after them. "Didn't take them long at all, did it?"
"Doesn't look like it," Joaquin says, giving in to the urge to laugh. He squeezes Orlando's knee and turns his head to nuzzle soft curls. "Better watch it, or Jake won't have time for you anymore."
"Think I'd be afraid to take Mark on," Orlando chuckles, eyes shining with laughter when he looks up at Joaquin. "What did you and Mark have to talk about while Jake and I were...occupied?"
"Just did a bit of catching up." Joaquin grins at Orlando as he pushes the iced tea across the table. "He was telling me about Ella and how she took an immediate shine to Jake."
"He seems like he'd have a good touch with kids," Orlando agrees. "Almost funny how it's working out, isn't it?"
"How's that?" Joaquin asks, temporarily distracted as one of the girls walks by, low cut dress revealing magnificent cleavage. Once she's gone, he refocuses on Orlando.
Orlando doesn't even bother to hide the grin. "That would be Rose. You wanting an introduction?"
( That's One Way To Pass The Time )
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| A Bargain At Any Price |
[10 Jan 2008|10:50pm] |
[Takes place right after this, co-written by the muns]
"Gentlemen, will you excuse me a minute?" Salma says, gesturing to one of the other girls to take over her table as soon as she sees Moe start to walk towards her. He'd only left her bed that morning, but already she's missed him.
"How you doin', darlin'?" Moe brushes a light kiss to Salma's cheek, giving her a once over and smiling. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you." She smiles up at him and tugs on his tie. "You're looking very dashing yourself." Then she peers past him. "The bosses here for R&R or business?"
"Strictly R&R," he says, and grins. "I expect they'll disappear in a bit, so it's a good thing I talked to Dapper before we got here."
"Talked to Dapper? About what...?" Her voice trails when she realizes what he's trying to tell her. "Are you...you asked him?"
Moe nods, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "And he agreed."
"He...he did?" The smile starts from somewhere deep inside her. "So...I'm yours now? Officially?"
( A Bargain At Any Price )
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| Talking It Over |
[10 Jan 2008|10:47pm] |
[Takes place directly after this, co-written by the muns]
"He really does love you, doesn't he?"
"He says he does," Jake says, smiling and flushing a little at the thought. "Never known him to lie."
"Neither have I," Mark replies as they make their way along the crowded sidewalk. "He only teases people like that when he truly cares about them."
"That's good to know. I think Kitten's the same way." Jake looks around, arm brushing Mark's as they walk. "They looked happy, didn't they?"
"Blissfully. That's not...that doesn't bother you, does it?"
( Talking It Over )
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| Farewell Is Just The Beginning |
[10 Jan 2008|10:43pm] |
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[Takes place a week after this, co-written by the muns]
The train station is teeming with people bustling to their different platforms, luggage in tow, hurried goodbyes mixing with the shrill whistle of the trains departing. Summer looks around, then back at Joaquin, unable to keep the waver from her voice. "You will take care, won't you?" she asks. She can't wait to get back to New York with George and start planning their wedding, but she can't help but worry about Joaquin. Even with Orlando looking out for him.
"I'll be fine, baby," he says, and catches her hand. Bringing it up to his lips, Joaquin presses a soft kiss to her fingers. "I promise. Besides, I've got Capone's finest watching my back, yeah?"
"Just don't go doing anything stupid to make their job harder," George says, managing to keep an innocent expression when Joaquin glares at him.
"I promise, I'll keep a close watch," Orlando promises, diffusing the two men by stepping in and giving Summer a tight, heartfelt hug. "I'm so happy for you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to dark hair.
"I love you." Summer's eyes are wet when she pulls back. She clasps Orlando's hands, and smiles. "You'll be at the wedding, right?"
( Farewell is just the beginning )
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| Bodyguard's Night Out (Part Two) |
[04 Oct 2007|06:42pm] |
[Takes place right after this. Co-written by the muns]
"You certainly do have some nice moves," Salma laughs, a little breathless as the song ends and Moe pulls her into his arms. Such nice, big hands - and he's been using them to great effect all night, touching and caressing her every chance he gets as they've moved across the floor. "Where'd you learn to dance so fancy, anyway?" The rare colored men that've come into the club have only been interested in getting a taste of a white girl, not in socializing. Then again, none of them had been as easy on the eyes as Moe is, nor as cultured.
"Rubbing elbows with the right people back home," he says, and winks. She's a pleasant little handful, and the way she's been rubbing against him all night is downright distracting. It's a distraction he's more than happy to have, though. "Have to do quite a bit of socializing with my boss."
"I can't imagine that's too difficult," she says, smoothing her hands over his shoulders as a slow song starts. She's content to sway along to the beat and let him pull her closer. "Rubbing elbows with all of those high-society New York women, drinking their expensive champagne on their dime...I imagine the perks outweigh the work."
"Oh, they do." He pulls her up against him, hands splayed along her back. "Kitten tends to behave himself at those sorts of events, so I ain't gotta worry about any fights. It's almost like a night off for us."
"Well, tonight, you don't have to worry about working at all," she tells him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Tell you what," she says, making a spur of the moment decision, "I've got a nice, big, very comfortable bed back at my place. After we've closed the place down, I'll let you take me home and, maybe, if you're really lucky, I might make you my special Spanish eggs for breakfast." She doesn't mention that she's never made this offer to another client.
( Bodyguard's Night Out, Part Two )
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| Bodyguards' Night Out (Part One) |
[04 Oct 2007|06:41pm] |
[Takes place the night of this. Co-written by the muns]
"So, wait, let me see if I get this right," Lou says, following Lawrence into the living room, "you're expecting George and I to babysit while you drop Moe off to get laid and you head out dancing with some whore?"
"Not some whore. Maggie," Lawrence corrects, stopping in front of the mirror to straighten his tie. "And yes, I do. You both owe us. You especially."
"You do owe us," Moe says, nodding, expression completely deadpan. "After all the times we've sat here, putting up with the lovebirds, while you two go gallivanting off with your girlfriends."
George quickly lifts his glass to hide his smile at the words, waiting for the explosion at Cate being labeled a girlfriend. "C'mon, Lou, it'll be an easy night. They'll lock themselves in their room, and we can play poker."
"Ain't my idea of a good time," Lou says, glowering at Moe.
"Well, I ain't much interested in your idea of a good time," Lawrence replies, with a wide grin. "How do you think I've felt the past coupla weeks, being on my own with Dapper?"
"Alright, alright." Lou flops on the sofa next to George, still glowering. Mostly because he knows they're right - he has been away a lot lately, either avoiding Orlando altogether by working at Colosimo's or out with Cate.
( Bodyguard's Night Out, Part One )
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| Settling In |
[04 Oct 2007|06:41pm] |
[Takes place the night of this, co-written by the muns]
"Are you sure she's not too heavy for you?" Mark asks, careful to keep his voice quiet as he juggles two bags in one hand and the key to the suite in the other. He glances again at Jake, and his daughter, head lolled on Jake's shoulder as she sleeps, a dead weight in Jake's arms.
"Not at all," Jake murmurs, smiling as he shifts Ella just a little. All she does is tighten the arm around his neck before relaxing again. He rests his cheek against her soft hair and closes his eyes for a moment. "She's fine, Mark. Honest."
Mark's smile softens as he watches the careful way Jake holds onto her, how safe and secure she looks snuggled against him. If he'd had any doubts at all about his earlier commitment to Jake, they've all been set aside. "Am I gonna get you back tonight?" he teases, holding the door open for Jake to slip past him, and locking it behind him when he steps into the living room of the suite.
"Maybe," Jake says, and pokes his tongue out at Mark. He carries Ella into Summer's old room, taking care not to jostle her. Glancing up, he smiles when Mark follows. "She's amazing."
"And you were worried she wouldn't like you," Mark chuckles, turning back the sheets on the bed so Jake can set her down. She makes an indistinct noise, then sniffles, yawning, when Mark sits next to her, propping her up as he deftly unfastens the buttons of her dress. "Her nightgown's in her bag," he tells Jake. "Would you mind?"
"Sure." Jake kneels to open the bag, carefully sorting through the small clothes until he finds the gown. He passes it to Mark, then sits back on his heels to watch. There's a smear on her cheek from dinner, but it would be a shame to wake her. So Jake silently gets to his feet and leaves the room, returning just a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth.
( Settling In )
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| Consider Yourself Wooed (Part Two) |
[04 Oct 2007|06:37pm] |
[Continued directly from here]
"We're still going on that picnic," Jake says, unable to stop grinning. Then, without warning, he wraps his arms around Mark and hugs him tight.
"Hey, now, what's this?" Mark asks, even as he returns the hug, pulling Jake close to him. Tell the truth, it's not like he needs an excuse to hold on. He likes the way Jake feels around him.
Jake just shakes his head, then buries his face against Mark's neck. He likes the way Mark smells, warm and a little spicy. "Never wooed anyone before," he mumbles, laughing quietly.
"Well, I've never been wooed, so we're still pretty even," Mark says, and kisses the top of Jake's head. "Still wondering how to woo you, though, don't think I've forgotten."
"Told you, doing a good job so far," Jake says, voice still muffled against Mark's throat. Then he lifts his head to look at Mark. "'Sides, you ain't gotta woo me."
"Well sure I do. Wouldn't be fair otherwise. 'Sides," Mark continues, stroking Jake's throat with gentle fingers, "I gotta feeling that no one's ever even tried, and you deserve it."
( Consider Yourself Wooed, Part Two )
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| Consider Yourself Wooed (Part One) |
[04 Oct 2007|06:36pm] |
[Takes place the morning after this and right after this, co-written by the muns]
It takes a few minutes for Mark's sleep-fogged brain to register the warm body plastered to his side. Definitely too big to be his daughter - and far too muscular - and he runs a curious hand along smooth skin, eyes still closed to block out the sunlight from the windows. When he encounters a solid, decidedly male ass, his first thought - Joaquin - is immediately dismissed. Joaquin had never felt this good sleeping beside him.
Then he remembers the night before.
"Jake," he murmurs, voice heavy and rough with sleep, and turns his head to nuzzle a patch of soft skin.
"Mmm..." Jake squirms, frowning a little at the tickling sensation. Then the voice filters through the layers of sleep, and he struggles to open his eyes. "Hey," he murmurs, voice close to matching Mark's.
"Hey..." Mark's lips find Jake's, the kiss light and soft. He can think of far worse ways to wake up.
When the kiss ends, Jake is smiling, eyes closed again. "Nice..." He looks at Mark and scoots closer, tangling their legs together. "Sleep well?"
"Like a babe," Mark replies, running his palm along Jake's back. "How do you feel?"
"Good," Jake says, and flashes another smile. "Perfect, actually."
"Not sore or anything, wasn't too rough with you?" Although, Jake does look pretty damn good - good enough that Mark's body is already having thoughts. Then again, Jake's probably used to much worse, considering his profession.
"You were no rougher than I wanted you to be." Jake lifts his head to kiss Mark again. Truthfully, he's a little sore, but it's a good ache, and he's certainly not going to complain about it.
Good, Mark thinks, and deepens the kiss, rolling Jake on his back and following, pressing him into the mattress. Jake feels damn good underneath him.
( Consider Yourself Wooed, Part One )
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| Morning Reports |
[04 Oct 2007|06:34pm] |
[Takes place the morning after this and this, co-written by the muns]
Lawrence has just finished frying up the last of the bacon - he'd made enough for everyone, even though he's pretty damn sure that no one's gonna see hide nor hair of Kitten or Dapper until much later - when the front doorbell rings. "The hell?" he mutters to himself and frowns, wiping his hands on a towel as he walks into the foyer and opens the door.
A sharply dressed kid - can't be more than 15 - salutes Lawrence and hands him a sealed envelope. "Morning reports for Mr. Bloom, sir."
"Yeah, thanks, kid," Lawrence replies absently, slapping a few bills into the kid's outstretched hand before closing the door and heading back into the kitchen. At least he'll have something to read over breakfast.
Moe looks up from the cup of coffee he's pouring as Lawrence comes back into the kitchen. "Bit early for visitors, ain't it?" He grabs another cup and pours some coffee for Lawrence, sliding it across the counter.
"Last night's reports," Lawrence explains, and raises the cup in thanks before taking a bracing sip and opening the envelope. "Let's see how rich we all are."
Moe snags a chair and straddles it, sipping at his coffee as he watches Lawrence. When Lawrence's eyebrows shoot up, Moe leans forward. "Trouble?"
Lawrence just slides the paper across the counter. "Fourth item down."
( Morning Reports )
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