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I've had my fair share of adventure; danger has never bothered me.

Why? Are you dangerous? [ There's amusement there, too. ] Trepidation doesn't suit me.

Me? Nah, I'm a lamb.

[ Depending on your perspective this may even be true! Probably not, though. But she's not dangerous to him. ]

Looking for some company that wouldn't mind pulling my wool.

Would a lamb look for company in a place like this, I wonder?

[ An exhaled laugh. She could be dangerous to him, he wouldn't mind. ]

I like things to be what they are, darling. If I minded, I wouldn't be here.

[ She chuckles, warm and throaty. ]

Well, if you want things to be what they are: I'm a girl looking for someone to fuck me 'till I can't think straight. Whips and chains optional.

[ And also, in the spirit of fairness, she sends a selfie of her own: lounging on her stomach on a bed in one of the curiously anonymous City apartments, her chin propped on her hand and a smirk on her lips. The blankets are strategically arranged to hide most of the exciting stuff, although they can't hide the fact that she's wearing a bra with no shirt. ]

What do you think?

Of whips and chains?

[ Is ay caramba an old-timey phrase? No? Well, shit. If only the vaqueros could see him now. ]

What I think, honey, is that we should figure out where we're going to meet. I'd hate for you to catch a cold, it's not in me to ignore a lady in distress.

Be pretty silly of me to bring them up if I wasn't curious about your thoughts on them.

[ A minute, then -- ping! She sends him a pinned location on a map. ]

I'll meet you up on the roof. And if we like each other, we'll go someplace warmer.

To be continued, then.

[ She'll just have to wait for his answer, as he pulls himself off of the couch in the apartment and makes his way to the designated pin. Jo won't be waiting long as punctuality, especially in the presence of a woman, is something he prides himself on. Not so quickly as to reflect desperation, but also, he doesn't take his time as to not make her doubt his interest. So, not long after she reaches the roof, the door opens and out steps a tall man dressed in old-fashioned clothing, keen gaze sweeping the roof before they settle on the face he saw in the picture. Now: ]

They would be new for me, but you haven't scared me off yet, darling.

[ He leans back against the door he just came from, arms folded over his chest, with a lazy sort of smile on his face. Appreciating the view from afar ensures one is more thoroughly able to enjoy what is in front of them when the time comes to enjoy it, he thinks. ]

The picture, it doesn't do you justice.

[ She does have enough time to get up to the roof to wait for him, at least; when he arrives, Johanna is leaning against the wall at the edge of the roof, wishing she had a cigarette. She's wearing her trench coat, white against the evening sky, and heeled boots that aren't quite high enough to disguise the fact that her legs are bare under the coat. ]

Ooh, haven't I? You don't know me that well yet.

[ Smirking, she straightens up and ambles towards him, hands in her pockets as she looks him over. The boots also aren't tall enough to get her anywhere near his height -- she barely comes up to his shoulder. ]

You know what I've always liked about Americans, is you've got no manners. [ She tips her chin up to grin at him, which makes it all the more clear that if she's wearing a top under the coat, it much be exceedingly low cut. ] Swaggering into places, saying whatever's on your mind, asking personal questions.

Or you me, maybe I'll be the one to scare you off.

[ He pushes off of the door not long after she steps forward, aiming to meet her halfway. The height advantage leaves little to the imagination, he doesn't have to look to know she's tempting fate, and him, with that damn ensemble -- or lack thereof. She's feisty for being such a little thing. ]

It's my defining trait, what we're best known for next. I don't like to mince words and neither do you, it seems. Speaking of personal questions.. do you always come up to rooftops dressed like that? Or am I just a lucky fella?

[ Ethan tilts his head down, tipping it off to one side to whisper next to her ear. ]

What little manners I do have are the only thing keeping you safe right now, honey.

I would love to see you try to scare me, mate.

[ The words are a little more challenging than her physical reaction to him looming over her and whispering in her ear. She can't entirely hide a pleasant shiver, though she does her best to cover it by taking her hands out of her pockets and reaching to straighten his lapels. ]

I promise I've seen worse than a cowboy who looks ready to toss me over his shoulder.

[ HINT, HINT ]

Careful what you wish for.

[ Whispered so closely to her ear that his lips brush the shell of it, just before both arms wind around her to pluck her off of her feet, hosting her up until they're both eye level. He supports her weight, raising both eyebrows in a silent challenge before a lazy, but knowing, grin appears. A token expression of his, she'll find. Shifting her weight to one arm, he reaches up and closes the distance, thumb tracing just beneath her lower lip. ]

I could do that. Or.. [ He leans in too slowly. ] since I don't know where I'm going..

[ In that tried-and-true filthy American style, Ethan proceeds to kiss her right then and there as he takes a few steps forward, stopping only when Jo's back rests up against the wall beside the door. From there calloused fingers trickle up the length of a bare thigh. ]

Unless you want to stay here.

[ Of course he picks her up. Johanna has known very few men that big who can resist scooping a woman her size off her feet. That doesn't mean she doesn't inhale sharply, arms going around his neck for balance and legs kicking for a moment.

By the time her back hits the wall, her legs are wrapped around his waist, the trench coat falling back somewhat, and Johanna is kissing him back like a bar brawl, fast and messy. His fingers on her skin make her shiver hard. ]

Weren't you the one worried I'd catch cold? [ Breathless, she kisses him again, this time catching his lower lip in her teeth. ] It'll be warmer in my bed.

I was-- [ A pause, to return the volley of kisses, a hand tangling through her hair. ]

Until I realized you came out here looking pretty as a peach on purpose. We first eat with our eyes.

[ Constantine -- feisty. While he would be more than happy to continue to tease her, he actually tries to adjust her coat so no one else can see her state of dress. Once that's done, he pulls her away from the wall before promptly depositing her over his shoulder, though he's mindful of not knocking the wind out of her in the process.

She all but told him to. And back through the door he goes, one arm keeping her balanced on his shoulder. How about some small talk while being carried down the stairs like a bag full of laundry, Jo? ]

My manners haven't scared you off yet, darling? [ Yes, that's amusement. ]

[ Before she can say anything snarky about the fact that they're alone on a roof, she's going up in the air and over his shoulder with a startled yelp. He's good at this -- the breathlessness in her laugh is all leftover from kissing him rather than getting thrown around. And she appreciates that he picked up on the dare. ]

Oh, no, are you going to eat me? [ Said in approximately the same mocking tone as "Oh, nooo, you were in a car?" ]

I'm shaking. Room 302 on the first floor down, squire.

Not if that's how you're asking me to do it.

[ She is something else and has unknowingly ensured that he will likely be keeping tabs on her after this. Entirely noble reasons, of course. Long legs make the trip uneventful and, once he's reached her door, he hauls her off his shoulder and proceeds to carry her across the threshold bridal-style. At the squire comment, he laughs and gives her a look. ]

A squire would have made you walk, at least give me some credit.

[ He doesn't let her feet touch the ground, not even when he walks through the sitting area and starts for the bedroom. Only when they're right beside the bed does he set her down so he can remove her coat, carefully draping it over a nearby chair, before returning to her. He can't help it, really. Resting one hand at her back, he eases her flat onto the bed while kissing her. For a moment, his lips curve back into that grin as he whispers against her lips. ]

You can ask now, if I'll eat you. [ Judging by the way he dives back into the kiss, that's an affirmative. ]

[ Definitely. We're all noble here. Nothing but the purest of intentions.

That's why when he finally undoes her coat he finds her all but naked underneath, of course. 'Cause of purity. She's wearing a bra and briefs and nothing else, and when his hand settles on her bare back she leans into the kiss, her skin against the warm fabric of his top.

One of her hands fists in his shirt as he tips her back; the other laces into his hair, gripping tight. ]

I "can"? [ She shifts beneath him, letting her legs fall open. ] You get to.

Anyone ever tell you that you're a handful, darling?

[ Oh, he knows she is but that's hardly putting him off. In fact, her behavior reminds him of someone, albeit slightly. Challenge accepted, Constantine, as he tilts his head off to one side and drags his teeth along the length of the pulse threatening to thrum its way free from her neck.

After dragging his fingers along the length of her thigh, he hooks a finger into the material of her briefs and begins to tug them down. But, once he does, he doesn't immediately partake. He steals another quick kiss before his lips find the area just above one of her knees, and he nips at the skin and kisses his way up to his prize. And he's grinning all the while, knowing she's an impatient little thing. ]

[ She laughs. ] "Handful"'s pretty polite, actually.

[ The laugh turns into a soft groan when his teeth touch her neck, and she lifts her chin to give him better access. Then the trail of his fingers on her thigh again makes her squirm, and by the time he pulls down her briefs, they're slightly damp.

She lets out a breath when he moves down between her legs, releasing her grip on his shirt and hair. The last thing she's interested in right now is preventing him from getting work.

--Especially not when he's fully capable of making her wait by himself, apparently. Johanna bites back a moan when he nips her, lifting her head to look down the length of her body at him, and scoffs when she sees his grin. ]

And you're a bit of a cocktease, aren't you?

I did say I had some manners.

[ Much obliged, Jo. Without the burden of the hands holding him back, Ethan slips into place before seizing both of her thighs with either hand. After a slight tug to get her comfortable, and a wink at her last question, he drags his tongue in slow, lazy circles when his lips close around her clit.

The placement of his hands ensure that she'll continue to be on full display for him, fingers kneading into the supple skin beneath her knees. No strings attached is preferable for him but he's never one to make a lady wait, even though this is strictly a onetime thing.

He has no intention of leaving until one Johanna Constantine is more than satisfied with his performance. ]

[ Johanna inhales sharply when he tugs her into place, and this time she does moan when his tongue goes to work. You have to love a man who's dedicated to his job, you know?

And Ethan is dedicated. Johanna's breathing gets deeper until she can't hold back the sounds of her pleasure, the groans and sighs and not quite whimpers. Before long one of her hands is back in Ethan's hair, tugging now and then to egg him on. Between that, and the way her thighs twitch and tremble in his hands, he'll have no trouble telling when he hits a spot she particularly enjoys.

It's not hard to tell when she starts to get close, either. Her hand tightens in his hair and her hips start to roll, chasing greedily after his tongue. Johanna moans again, louder now, wanton. ]

[ The louder moan has him glancing up, though his work is undisturbed, and smiling to himself.

When he notices the way she tenses up, he begins alternating between licking and sucking on her to steadily guide her towards her release. The encouragement via the hand in his hair and the trembling of her legs tell him exactly when he has found her favorite spots, so they will get extra attention.

One hand slides free from her knee, fingers inching their way from her hip, across her stomach, and finally to graze over the material that makes up her bra. While never revealing them, he begins to rub at one of her nipples through the material during a particularly vigorous set of circles down below. Eventually he grabs her hip with his other hand, nearly lifting her off of the bed as he guides her into the strokes of his tongue to take her over the edge. ]

[ The hand on her breast, the vigor, the change in angle when he grabs her hip -- it all combines to tip her over and Johanna comes with a cry. Toes curling, head back, hips jerking up into his mouth, the whole delicious, ecstatic thing. ]

Oh, fuck. [ Her voice is a rough groan. ] Fuck that's nice, god.

[ She's a little sensitive in the aftershocks, though, especially to the tickle of his beard. Shivering, she tries to tug him up to kiss her, perfectly happy to taste herself on his mouth. ]

Cold?

[ Ethan obliges, leaning over to meet her halfway before, with another deft tug, he pulls her into his lap. While running a hand through her hair, he pulls her against him both to warm her up and to show her that he enjoyed himself just as much as she did. In-between kisses, he slides his hand up the length of her back, fingers thrumming against the vertebrae as if they were keys on a piano. Once he unhooks the bra, with minimal effort, he pulls back and shrugs out of his coat. ]

I think I might be a little overdressed, darling.

[ While proceeding to begin undressing himself, he rocks his hips up against hers, mouth finding the crook of her neck before his teeth graze the skin. ]

[ Johanna bursts into snickers, settling into his lap and laughing into the kiss. She arches under his hands like a cat being stroked -- doesn't quite purr, but certainly has an expression like the cat that got the cream. ]

You're doing a fine job keeping me warm. Wouldn't be surprised if you were feeling a little overheated, even.

[ Judging by what she's sitting on, certainly, he seems fired up. She hums happily when his teeth scrape her skin, and goes about helping him get his shirt off. ]

You're pretty handy with a bra. [ Once he's shirtless, she captures his chin in her hand to give him a quick kiss, then reaches down to start undoing his trousers. ] Didn't know they'd been invented yet.

[ Not that she has the slightest idea when he's from, besides, like, after the Restoration, before World War II. ]

Oh, like I was stranded in the desert. [ And he has been before, fuck was it hot. Though not nearly as sweltering as the company present. ]

Idle hands. When I learn to do something, I don't do it half-heartedly. [ After a moment he chuckles against the kiss, pulling back to grin at her. ] I felt the back through your coat when I was carrying you. [ Undergarments sure have changed a lot, he's removed several garments in his time but this one? She doesn't have to know that he was initially vexed and might have only succeeded by accident. If anyone can layer on the bravado, it's him. ]

There are undergarments in 1892, you know.

[ He's not from the dawn of time! Ethan shifts again, carefully leaning her backwards so he can pull the trousers off the rest of the way before pulling her into his lap again. No more talk, which he ensures by capturing her mouth with his, the other hand finding purchase on her backside, to pull her even closer. ]

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