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a_time_slipSoft light filtered from the tiny space between the two blackout curtains on the window, waking the young Agent. She internally groaned, feeling happy and warm and safe for the first time in centuries, and resisted opening her eyes. Work at the Agency had been just that from the day she began training. There was no fraternizing and no social interaction beyond what was absolutely required because she didn’t want to get attached.
Losing people broke her heart and she didn’t want that to happen again. The only person who-
"Why don't we just walk away?" He asked, eyes flashing a wicked blue. "Make a night of it."
The memories of the night before rushed to her all at once, and her eyes opened and gazed at the man whose arms she fell asleep in. He was always there for her, always at her side in a moments notice. Her guardian angel. She would have died all of those centuries ago if he hadn’t saved her from a certain death. So many times he was there for her.
She’d gone on a mission, as she’d done thousands of times. That night she dressed as a prostitute to blend in with the locals in Central Dakinor, a corrupt inner city on an urban planet. The block she worked on was filled with prostitutes, drug dealers and shady hotels. Janie dressed in a skin tight mini, a lowcut cropped top and six inch stilettos.
Phoenix showed up then, pissed off at what she was wearing, where she was going, and acting more like a father than he had the right to. She’d stormed off to the job and tried not to think about how angry she was. That may have been a mistake, but it also was a mistake to put her on the mission.
She didn’t fit in, didn’t know how to act around all of the more experienced women. Janie stood out like a sore thumb and knew it. Some of the other women offered to help her but she had to stay as she was and find her contact.
"What are you doing here?" She hisses furiously, professionally indignant, and personally embarrassed. Phoenix was behind her and grinning like an idiot- like a pervert or a John.
"There's a gun trained on you." His demeanor remains the same, jovial, light, just some guy out looking for a good time.
The two of them ended up in a cheap hotel room, and she stayed in her role. He gave her cash and she acted out his fantasies. Some time during the night the tables turned, and both of them were equal partners. She didn’t think about how awkward it would be later, or considered it inappropriate until just now.
Janie gently extracted herself from his arms, wondering where her clothes ended up. There was the top, a little ripped, but tossed casually in the corner at an early point of the night. She almost walked over t get it when a bug crawled over it.
Looking around the room, she could see it was dirty, old, falling to pieces and the money he’d given her was scattered near her top. Even the bathroom was in bad shape and the shower water stayed cold as ice, no matter how long she ran it. After breaking into tears under the ice cold water, she made sure Phoenix was still asleep before pulling her clothes and weapons on, then stealing his shirt since hers was as good as ruined. The money and her top would be all that was left of her by the time he woke up.
When she returned, she requested a transfer and worked at the other end of the universe for more than two centuries. Phoenix didn’t find her, didn’t contact her, and she assumed that her guardian angel was gone forever. She was sure that she dirtied herself in his eyes that he wanted nothing to do with a woman who was no more than a whore.
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ashes_ascended is credited with help and the bits of Phoenix dialouge
Losing people broke her heart and she didn’t want that to happen again. The only person who-
"Why don't we just walk away?" He asked, eyes flashing a wicked blue. "Make a night of it."
The memories of the night before rushed to her all at once, and her eyes opened and gazed at the man whose arms she fell asleep in. He was always there for her, always at her side in a moments notice. Her guardian angel. She would have died all of those centuries ago if he hadn’t saved her from a certain death. So many times he was there for her.
She’d gone on a mission, as she’d done thousands of times. That night she dressed as a prostitute to blend in with the locals in Central Dakinor, a corrupt inner city on an urban planet. The block she worked on was filled with prostitutes, drug dealers and shady hotels. Janie dressed in a skin tight mini, a lowcut cropped top and six inch stilettos.
Phoenix showed up then, pissed off at what she was wearing, where she was going, and acting more like a father than he had the right to. She’d stormed off to the job and tried not to think about how angry she was. That may have been a mistake, but it also was a mistake to put her on the mission.
She didn’t fit in, didn’t know how to act around all of the more experienced women. Janie stood out like a sore thumb and knew it. Some of the other women offered to help her but she had to stay as she was and find her contact.
"What are you doing here?" She hisses furiously, professionally indignant, and personally embarrassed. Phoenix was behind her and grinning like an idiot- like a pervert or a John.
"There's a gun trained on you." His demeanor remains the same, jovial, light, just some guy out looking for a good time.
The two of them ended up in a cheap hotel room, and she stayed in her role. He gave her cash and she acted out his fantasies. Some time during the night the tables turned, and both of them were equal partners. She didn’t think about how awkward it would be later, or considered it inappropriate until just now.
Janie gently extracted herself from his arms, wondering where her clothes ended up. There was the top, a little ripped, but tossed casually in the corner at an early point of the night. She almost walked over t get it when a bug crawled over it.
Looking around the room, she could see it was dirty, old, falling to pieces and the money he’d given her was scattered near her top. Even the bathroom was in bad shape and the shower water stayed cold as ice, no matter how long she ran it. After breaking into tears under the ice cold water, she made sure Phoenix was still asleep before pulling her clothes and weapons on, then stealing his shirt since hers was as good as ruined. The money and her top would be all that was left of her by the time he woke up.
When she returned, she requested a transfer and worked at the other end of the universe for more than two centuries. Phoenix didn’t find her, didn’t contact her, and she assumed that her guardian angel was gone forever. She was sure that she dirtied herself in his eyes that he wanted nothing to do with a woman who was no more than a whore.
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Date: 2010-10-12 02:30 am (UTC)Yes, I want to continue it! RL has been terrible to me, and I'm so sorry for leaving it as long as I have.
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Date: 2010-10-12 08:33 am (UTC)Not a problem, take your time with it. I'm sorry to hear about your stressful RL, hope it gets better!