2nd Floor Common Room

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is wearing her new "Tough Cookie" pajamas, her cat slippers, and a smile. She has popcorn, Diet Coke, pretzels, and episodes of "America's Next Top Model: the Reunion."

She is snarking for all she is worth.

"Call yourself a model? Dear God, did you put the makeup on with a spatula?"

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack frowned, thinking. "Okay. So why would Belazor want to bring a killer back?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Insanity, feeble-mindedness, not knowing when to give up, wanting the leather back? I'd say (e), all of the above." She shook her head glumly. "So. Hitting on Angel. How'd that go, anyway?"

Not that she cared. Except for the loophole. Yes.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack made a slow, descending, whistling sound, ending with a crashing noise. "Pretty much like that. Which is a shame." Jach sighed.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Relieved, Parker says, "Sorry if your feelings got bruised. But he's just left of nuts and a bad risk. You can do better." She nudged him with one cat-clad foot. "And have!" she added cheerfully.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but I can't remember it." Jack leaned closer. "I think I need to have my memory refreshed."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Pakrer leans in, smirking for all she's worth, her eyelashes lowering. "How can it be refreshed if you have total amnesia? I thought there was nothing there to work with."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, but I have the feeling that sex with you could raise the dead. It certainly should clear up a pesky case of amnesia."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And the amusing lines just keep coming," Parker lilts, her chin on his shoulder now. "Hmmmmm. You're sure this isn't a clever way to get out of Finals?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack made a face. "I already took my Criminal Justice final, I have to make a speech to Principal Bristow -- who can't nearly be as scary as Principal Connor, I'm sure -- and tomorrow I'm doing a psych experiment with Paige Matthews. Sex would not be a clever way out of finals. Sex would be a clever way to make life worth living."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker catches him with his mouth open, while he's still talking. He tastes like popcorn, and yes, he might have forgotten a lot of things, but not this.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack wraps his arms around her, bringing her in close. She feels like an armful of lightning.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmmmmmm...."

After a long, long few minutes, warm and fizzing along her skin, Parker pulls away. "Right. I wasn't going to do that again."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack leans in as she pulls away. "Do what again?" He skims his mouth up her neck.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ahuhhh, this. Okay. Down, Jack." Parker put her hands on his chest, and got her breath back. "I was swearing off men. And sex. Seriously."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack hovered, then sighed and pulled away. "What if I said I'd respect you in the morning? Okay, okay." He sighed. "Twice in one might. This is a new low. My fragile sense of self may never recover."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker dimpled at him. "Ooo. Nicely pathetic. Without shame. Yet, with that dash of macho that makes it imperative you be soothed." She gave him a fast, slick kiss on the mouth. "What are you doing for New Year's?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea. I have no past and little enough future. I'm willing to make plans, though." He grinned at her. "Can I kiss you at midnight?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You play your cards right, and by that I mean not try to get me into a strip poker game, and you might get to kiss me into the new year." She got to her feet, retrieving the pretzels and tossing the rest in the trash. Parker swooped in and kissed the back of his neck on her way by. "And whatever comes after..." she whispered teasingly, then strode for the door.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack watches her walk out. Appreciatively.