79 [Voice]

[flameandpassion]

[Filtered away from Nathaniel]

[Rei sounds irritable. What else is new.]

Does anyone know how to alter a dress to make it actually... fit.

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[thelightbringer]

[Calmly. Also a little mockingly:] Jinx.

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[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[That's her dropping her PCD to whip around and punch him in the face with her bony little knuckles.]

Asshole!

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[thelightbringer]

[Bony knuckles and noodle-thin muscles. It...doesn't impress the Devil much, and he just gives her a quizzical look.]

You wanted me to notice.

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[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Well, fine! She shoves him, growling.]

And noticing involves announcing it to the entire city? I'm flattered. You make me so happy that I want to stay with you forever and ever.

[Don't mind her. She just loathes you right now. It's probably hormones.]

[thelightbringer]

Your appearance announces it for the city. Even Castiel has probably noticed. Allen did.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[In absolute disbelief that he could seriously be this dense:]

You're an idiot.

[thelightbringer]

[He drops the teasing and advances on her, cold and dangerous. But, for now, he doesn't lash out at her.]

What did you expect me to do? I left enough food here...if you chose not to eat it, how was I supposed to notice? I don't eat. I don't keep track.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[She stands her ground. All eighty-someodd pounds of her.]

You don't do anything. You don't think. All I ever do is take care of you and I am tired of being your nurse.

[thelightbringer]

[His eyebrows go up. Take care of him?] I'm not the one wasting away as a form of manipulation, Jinx. Everything in that kitchen is there for you to eat. Half of that, I brought here, and it wasn't for me.

So what more do you want? Do you want me to sit you down and feed you?

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[She wants you to care, you emotionally retarded pit dweller.]

Look, I don't even care anymore. [Yes, she does.] I'm going out tonight. Do whatever.

[thelightbringer]

Eat something first. [It's not an overbearing order--just a calm, even persuasive one]

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Well. That gets her to stop.]

Why? Why do you want me to eat?

[thelightbringer]

[He just folds his arms, still nonchalant.]

Because I don't actually want you to waste away.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Play it cool, Jinx. Play it cool. Don't let him know that he said the right thing. Don't let him--

Is kissing him an affirmation? Because that's her response.]

[thelightbringer]

[He kisses her back, victorious. Of course he knew it was the right thing; he does listen. But he's the Devil. He'll keep her dangling at wit's end as long as possible, then reel her in, then rinse and repeat until she finally snaps.

But oh, isn't this stage nice, Jinx? Lucifer is attentive, stroking her hair, breaking the kiss to nod at the kitchen.]

Go eat.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Very nice. He has her right now, hook, line, and sinker. When he breaks the kiss, she just jumps up on him, clinging to his hips with her bony knees.]

Make me.

[Aaaand back to his mouth.]

[thelightbringer]

[He takes her to the kitchen. To the kitchen counter, anyway.]

I don't think you're up to this.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[She probably isn't.]

Then here's a question...would you rather go slow or cook me lunch?

[thelightbringer]

I'd rather you gain ten pounds first.

[Pleasant smile. Hah, Jinx. You wanted him to care?]

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Death. Glare.]

What. You're not attracted to me anymore? Is that it? You want me to be fat?

[Ten pounds more and she still won't break 100. That's not fat, Jinxie. That's still anorexic.]

[thelightbringer]

[Yes, he wants you to be huge. Really.]

If I wanted to fondle a skeleton, there's a cemetery down the road.

[But he kisses her and purrs:] Eat something. Now.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Oh, she kisses him back, then plants both shoes on his abdomen to shove him away from her. The glare stays on her face, but she's pleased.]

Like I said: Make me.

[Now she's just pushing her luck.]

[thelightbringer]

[He is knocked back, and for a seventy pound sprite she's strong. But he's immediately moving to grab her by the hair and yank her up against him--

and he has a sandwich in the other hand.]

Say 'ah'.

[hexdontlie.livejournal.com]

[Really? She should have expected this.]

Ow! Not the hair and this is not what I had in mind!

[thelightbringer]

[The sandwich becomes a bunch of chocolate-dipped grapes, perfect for feeding to a fully relaxed lover.]

But these don't have nearly enough calories.