Post by Mystique on Oct 2, 2010 4:34:16 GMT -4
It was cramped, dirty, and smelled distinctly of sweat dampened spandex. The air was thick with dust and the kind of grime that only comes from years of neglect. Dimly lit dankness lay ahead and behind, and the quarry was still no where to be seen.
It had to be ventilation shafts. It's always ventilation shafts. For once it couldn't have been wide open fields with dangerous pollen-ridden pansies. No, no, it was ventilation shafts for me and my oh so obliging partner.
Domino had spent the last hour trying not to imagine what Wolverine was thinking as he scuttled after her. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable with a man staring at her derriere (at least it wasn't the markings on her face, go figure), just that it was just unnerving to be in that close of quarters with a man and know he felt nothing save frustration. Was he even still back there? She listened for him and instead felt the rage of his ego bolster against her backside. Yep, still there.
She turned right, bringing up the mental image of the layout and almost ran smack into the evil incarnate waiting for her. Her heart thudded. Her pulse went into overdrive. The physical and mental recoil closed off any contact with the speech part of her brain.
Broads. It had to be a broad. Couldn't team up with fancy pants Scott or even the Casanova Remy. Nah, it had to be a broad.
Logan had spent the last hour trying not to look at the swaying motion of the backside in front of him. Not that it wasn't pleasant scenery considering the rest of their surroundings, but sheesh, he hadn't even bought the girl a drink before spending this much time with her rear. She must think he's some kind of animal. Well, she could take comfort in the fact that he took no true enjoyment out of the whole experience, it was too friggin' dark to even try. He turned his thoughts to what he would do to Deadpool once he laid his hands on him.
They turned right, and all was well, until he felt his face run smack dab into what he'd been avoiding. Great. Just great.
"What's wrong? What's up there?" he growled, backing away from her like a man scalded.
"...ch...ch...ch..." she stammered nonsensically, "fight or flight" abandoned for "frozen in place".
"Chchch? What?!" Was she having some sort of seizure up there?
She watched the red feathered demon eyeing her, saw it fluff up its chest in wait. The thorny gullet jiggled as it shook itself. Cocky beast! It was like it could smell her fear. She gathered all her strength against it and screamed,
"Chicken!"
Was she kidding? A freakin' chicken at a time like this? He tried to move around her, but the abundance of her flesh and the narrow breach of the ventilation cut off any chance of that.
It just had to be a broad...
CHICKEN!!!!!!!
It had to be ventilation shafts. It's always ventilation shafts. For once it couldn't have been wide open fields with dangerous pollen-ridden pansies. No, no, it was ventilation shafts for me and my oh so obliging partner.
Domino had spent the last hour trying not to imagine what Wolverine was thinking as he scuttled after her. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable with a man staring at her derriere (at least it wasn't the markings on her face, go figure), just that it was just unnerving to be in that close of quarters with a man and know he felt nothing save frustration. Was he even still back there? She listened for him and instead felt the rage of his ego bolster against her backside. Yep, still there.
She turned right, bringing up the mental image of the layout and almost ran smack into the evil incarnate waiting for her. Her heart thudded. Her pulse went into overdrive. The physical and mental recoil closed off any contact with the speech part of her brain.
Broads. It had to be a broad. Couldn't team up with fancy pants Scott or even the Casanova Remy. Nah, it had to be a broad.
Logan had spent the last hour trying not to look at the swaying motion of the backside in front of him. Not that it wasn't pleasant scenery considering the rest of their surroundings, but sheesh, he hadn't even bought the girl a drink before spending this much time with her rear. She must think he's some kind of animal. Well, she could take comfort in the fact that he took no true enjoyment out of the whole experience, it was too friggin' dark to even try. He turned his thoughts to what he would do to Deadpool once he laid his hands on him.
They turned right, and all was well, until he felt his face run smack dab into what he'd been avoiding. Great. Just great.
"What's wrong? What's up there?" he growled, backing away from her like a man scalded.
"...ch...ch...ch..." she stammered nonsensically, "fight or flight" abandoned for "frozen in place".
"Chchch? What?!" Was she having some sort of seizure up there?
She watched the red feathered demon eyeing her, saw it fluff up its chest in wait. The thorny gullet jiggled as it shook itself. Cocky beast! It was like it could smell her fear. She gathered all her strength against it and screamed,
"Chicken!"
Was she kidding? A freakin' chicken at a time like this? He tried to move around her, but the abundance of her flesh and the narrow breach of the ventilation cut off any chance of that.
It just had to be a broad...
CHICKEN!!!!!!!