L&L14_Monster Garage gets a move on

Title: Monster Garage gets a move on

Series: Leather and Lace Party

By: LL

Rated: PG-ish

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"I swear to God, if you don't cut it out, I'm going to hurt you. In a bad, bad way."

"I know y' don' mean tha', cher."

"Remy, I'm going to so..."

Havoc's chuckle interrupts us. "Don't th' two o' you ever get tired of arguin'?"

"No. He's a manipulative bastard."

"An' y' love me for it. That an' my sexy bod."

"JACK!" The pirate emerges from the closet, his head sticking out from under a pile of clothing. "Make him stop."

"Sorry, darling. D' ye have any idea how many shiny things ye have in here?" Jack disappears back into the closet again.

"Crap. Put those down, Jack. I'm not wearing them."

"They're lace!"

"And ONLY lace. No."

Havoc chuckles again and wraps his arms around my waist. His chin rests on my shoulder so he can whisper softly in my ear. Which leads to me leaving Remy and Jack both to pilfer through our closets while we go do something much more interesting...

"...this isn't quite what I pictured."

"I know, pet. But I hate t' be predictable."

"Havoc, love, sweetie... I've never known you to be anything resembling predictable." I laugh at him as I pull on the pants he's handed me. They're a soft canvas, black with leather strips hanging at odd angles. Not that bondage pants have any chance of holding me still... but it's a fun thought. I top it off with the solid black tank that's trimmed with just a touch of lace. So, technically, I fit. Without being uncomfortable. I love my mate.

By the time Havoc and I make it back inside, everyone's waiting on us. Turmoil is as beautiful as always in her red and black velvet shift. Black leather straps wind around her hands and wrists and up her arms. Remy's matched his black leather pants with a red silk shirt. Wet dream walking, and he knows it. Bastard. Jack, however... Holy Crap.

Jack has traded his normal pirate garb for a slick black suit. A red satin vest peeks out from under the jacket. He's lazily twirling a black cane with a silver wolf's head. He smirks, meeting my eyes calmly. I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his neck, exhaling warmly against his skin. Oh yes. I approve.

Turmoil smiles shyly up at Jack before prying me off and wrapping around me. I take her hand and leave Havoc to bring the boys behind us. Not that they complain about following Havoc. Who would? Black jeans and black wife-beater... he's not doing leather or lace. But with that ass, who'll notice?

	* Home_the Menagerie * Home_The House of Blue * Photo Album* We've Been Blessed * Ohana* Links * Title: Monster Garage gets a move on Series: Leather and Lace Party By: LL Rated: PG-ish *~~** "I swear to God, if you don't cut it out, I'm going to hurt you. In a bad, bad way." "I know y' don' mean tha', cher." "Remy, I'm going to so..." Havoc's chuckle interrupts us. "Don't th' two o' you ever get tired of arguin'?" "No. He's a manipulative bastard." "An' y' love me for it. That an' my sexy bod." "JACK!" The pirate emerges from the closet, his head sticking out from under a pile of clothing. "Make him stop." "Sorry, darling. D' ye have any idea how many shiny things ye have in here?" Jack disappears back into the closet again. "Crap. Put those down, Jack. I'm not wearing them." "They're lace!" "And ONLY lace. No." Havoc chuckles again and wraps his arms around my waist. His chin rests on my shoulder so he can whisper softly in my ear. Which leads to me leaving Remy and Jack both to pilfer through our closets while we go do something much more interesting... "...this isn't quite what I pictured." "I know, pet. But I hate t' be predictable." "Havoc, love, sweetie... I've never known you to be anything resembling predictable." I laugh at him as I pull on the pants he's handed me. They're a soft canvas, black with leather strips hanging at odd angles. Not that bondage pants have any chance of holding me still... but it's a fun thought. I top it off with the solid black tank that's trimmed with just a touch of lace. So, technically, I fit. Without being uncomfortable. I love my mate. By the time Havoc and I make it back inside, everyone's waiting on us. Turmoil is as beautiful as always in her red and black velvet shift. Black leather straps wind around her hands and wrists and up her arms. Remy's matched his black leather pants with a red silk shirt. Wet dream walking, and he knows it. Bastard. Jack, however... Holy Crap. Jack has traded his normal pirate garb for a slick black suit. A red satin vest peeks out from under the jacket. He's lazily twirling a black cane with a silver wolf's head. He smirks, meeting my eyes calmly. I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his neck, exhaling warmly against his skin. Oh yes. I approve. Turmoil smiles shyly up at Jack before prying me off and wrapping around me. I take her hand and leave Havoc to bring the boys behind us. Not that they complain about following Havoc. Who would? Black jeans and black wife-beater... he's not doing leather or lace. But with that ass, who'll notice?