<font color=orchid>(She tipped her head a little, cuasing her hair to move over her soulder as she shifted around him so that she was between him and the window, her hands running up his chest.) Courtney Abrams.. most call me Vixen.. (She murmured back, it was obvious that she was planning on seducing him, she was just caring for him in the most basic way that she could. Seeing one of her men, and she considered him one of her men, in need was what got her in trouble. Her hands slid up behind his neck, softly kneading his flesh.) Life is crazy.. (She murmured to him and searched his gaze with her own, wondering if he would go for this.. they rarely refused her.. Remy was the only one who had done so.) I can help you relieve some of that stress, Skeeter.. </font> -- *.*.* Headquarters *.*.*

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Date Posted: 07:42:47 05/08/06 Mon
Author: Courtney
Subject: (She tipped her head a little, cuasing her hair to move over her soulder as she shifted around him so that she was between him and the window, her hands running up his chest.) Courtney Abrams.. most call me Vixen.. (She murmured back, it was obvious that she was planning on seducing him, she was just caring for him in the most basic way that she could. Seeing one of her men, and she considered him one of her men, in need was what got her in trouble. Her hands slid up behind his neck, softly kneading his flesh.) Life is crazy.. (She murmured to him and searched his gaze with her own, wondering if he would go for this.. they rarely refused her.. Remy was the only one who had done so.) I can help you relieve some of that stress, Skeeter..
In reply to: Justin 's message, " Something's gotta give " on 06:41:15 05/08/06 Mon

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He let out a low breath, his brow furrowed as his eyes narrowed down at the little blonde in front of her. His eyes moved over her body slowly, taking her in before he looked back up at her for a second. "Got some stress of your own you need taken care of?" He questioned, his eyes on her. Part of him was wondering what the hell he was thinking, he had Gia..but the other half of him was saying that he didn't have Gia and Gia didn't want him. A low breath cleared his throat, his brow furrowed as his hand lifted to rest on her curved hip, enjoying the feel of a woman beneath his hand again - a woman who wouldn't freak out when he touched her...who would welcome his lips on her body and in fact want them. (NT) -- Skeeter, 07:56:26 05/08/06 Mon