sextin' and etc.

[inuyasock]

the sexting + phone sex meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[lagata]

can't say i've ever tried on a pair of mary janes

[mucked]

[ pedantic minx. ]

I'll amend my statement, shall I? You would know—but swap "sensible" heels for "fuck-me" boots.

[ if she's going to be watched, tracked, sniffed out—then she at least wants to avoid being a shrinking violet about it. ]

[lagata]

[ somewhere, hidden someplace dark and quiet, she laughs to herself - deep, rasped, pleased. is s.h.i.e.l.d.'s newest time-warped relic catching up on modern slang? ]

i'd love to introduce you to a pair of platform louboutins
my god, they'd suit

[mucked]

[ you can always rely on a codebreaker to notice, discover, and adjust to the language of the times. it's recognising those beautiful little patterns that lead to the loveliest breakthroughs. modern slang is simply another code to crack. another cipher to break.

and she's never afraid of progress. to that end: ]

Perhaps you should. If my mary janes are truly so outdated, it's only fitting I try something a bit more...de rigeur.

[lagata]

you're the sort of woman stilettos were made for, carter
not least because they make a hell of a shiv when you're in a tight spot.

[mucked]

I wouldn't mind a demonstration.

[ minus (perhaps) the bit about shivving anyone. it's not quite the goal, here, is it? ]

[lagata]

[ is it? ]

are you saying you want to get me into a tight spot?

[mucked]

Oh, I don't know. Sounds like the sort of thing that might be troublesome to attempt.

[ not that peggy carter is all that frightened of troublesome. ]

How nearby are you?

[lagata]

how nearby are those jumpy little wannabes on your task force?

[mucked]

Oi. Be nice. I handpicked those jumpy little wannabes.

[ but if she is watching then she'll notice a subtle hand gesture—standing the team down, telling them to go sod off for a little while. whatever deal that was meant to happen today must've been waylaid or rerouted or missed entirely.

surely, it's got nothing to do with peggy's growing impatience of her own. ]

[lagata]

[ is it appropriate to call a bunch of buff ex-military types in tactical gear 'jumpy little wannabes'?

when you deal with the likes of batman and peggy carter on a regular basis? probably.

but selina's well aware she couldn't take on a whole team on her own, so she smiles with secret relief from her perch on the tattered office chair of the night guard's post. she is watching. one of the many benefits of working on her home turf: knowing dock security like the back of her hand. ]

is that something you're used to? being in charge? giving orders?

[mucked]

[ and, just like that, the storage facility becomes something of a ghost town. peggy listens as sounds subside and the pedal note of distant city noises fills the space once occupied by a restless, over-eager squad. as much attention as she's paying to the little screen delivering selina's messages, she's also trying to keep an eye on her perimeter—hoping to catch sight of the woman who's long since sighted her. ]

Let's say it comes naturally to me—to be the one calling the shots—even when it doesn't come naturally for others to heed them.

[ she's always been a commander by instinct. but she hasn't always had colleagues (men, mostly) so eager to follow. ]