The Hallway Behind The Security Center and Points Closish, Wednesday

[nookiepowered]

Saturday's weirdness? It hadn't exactly gone away, but it had died down a bit when Bo hermited herself up in her own place for a few days. Enough that she could talk sanely to insane people and while the delivery guy from Pizza Planet stumbled away muttering about the best tip ever, he was still conscious and vertical at the time, so it counted as a win.

So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.

One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.

Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.

From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.

"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.

Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.

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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]

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[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

And that would be Jamie coming back from his class.

Still wearing his oversized sunglasses.

Still wearing his mint green leisure suit.

And yes he was still wearing the rainbow colored afro wig.

And if you could also visualize him strutting down the hallway like John Travolta to the music of "Staying Alive" (Supplied by a dupe carrying an iPod with speakers. A really irritated looking duplicate it should be noted)then you would see what was passing by Bo's office at the moment.

He looked in Bo's office. He then shot his index finger like a gun and looked over his sunglasses at Bo.

"Sup?"

And with a disco spin he was walking down the hallway once again.

[nookiepowered]

When Bo finally stopped staring at the doorway and managed to say, "Wow, I almost don't want to have sex with you!" it was, sadly, to a once-again empty hall.

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" Cindy asked, coming out of her classroom and spotting the school security officer. She had to admit that seeing Bo up against a wall was giving her all SORTS of not-unpleasant thoughts and ideas.

But, no. Something could be wrong. Mind out of the gutter, Cinderella.

"Bo?"

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"Oh, honey, I'm so much better than okay."

Then why was she breathing like she'd just run a really dirty marathon?

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

"Well, you look amazing," Cindy replied, eyes greedily traveling over Bo's, well, everything. Though they might have lingered a while on her chest--on account of the heavy breathing and all. "Other than maybe the wall thing."

Still...damn.

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"What's wrong with the wall? I like--" That it keeps me upright. "--the view from here."

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Cindy gave Bo a slow, sensual smile. "See anything you like?"

Because Cindy sure was.

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"Maybe." Bo's smile wasn't nearly as slow. "You might have to come closer so I can get a better look."

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Part of Cindy wanted to run right over to her. But she reined that in and sauntered instead, high heels clicking on the tile floors. Her eyes dropped to Bo's feet, checking to see if she was wearing her boots.

Unf. Cindy'd had fantasies about those boots. Long, involved, dirty ones.

"Close enough?" she asked, stopping juuuuust out of kissing distance.

[Sorry, did not get a chance to post before fleeing for the door.]

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Bo made a tiny, petulant sound of frustration, but oh, right, she wasn't actually glued to that wall. She grinned and closed that distance with supernatural, predatory speed. "I was thinking more like this." Right there in your face, Cindy. Close enough to cross your eyes.

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Close enough to kiss? Because that's what Cindy was going for right now. Hot, deep, and passionate, one hand coming up to try to wrap Bo's hair around her hand.

[nookiepowered]

Exactly that close.

Well, maybe a little closer. Cindy wouldn't mind if Bo's hand wrapped a little lower around her, would she?

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Cindy that would be more than okay with it. She'd tell Bo that, but her mouth was occupied by far more important things. Like exploring every crevice of Bo's, for example.

And since Bo's limbs were doing a bit of wandering, Cindy felt it was fair if some of hers did as well. So that would be her, trying to slide her leg in between Bo's thighs.

[nookiepowered]

Bo's skirt, aside from going very well with the boots, was very good for making that remarkably easy. Almost like it was designed that way!

(It wasn't, but if Bo could actually find a fashion line called Guaranteed To Get You Felt Up By Hot Women In Hallways, she'd be sending her paychecks from both jobs straight to the designer every week, direct deposit.)

Maybe her legs helped out a little bit. Maybe her hands... didn't, one instead sliding up to cup the back of Cindy's head and the other staying right where it was. Just a little more grabby now.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules might have been a little buzzed. Yes, he believed in fixing hangovers via the hair of the dog.

When he spotted the particular pretty paramour that was the head of security, he couldn't help but posture a bit.

"Say, do you come here often?" he asked.

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"Define often." There was some reason Bo shouldn't be giving him so appreciative a once-over, but that part of her brain was kind of cloudy with a chance of disintegration right now. "Does twice in one day count?"

Bo was more than a little buzzed. Just not on dog hair.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to make it three?" Hercules said, as he didn't have shame at the best of times. "Or perhaps I could make it four."

He scratched his chin. "Five. Five is my final offer."

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"Big talk, big guy." And yet she was crooking a finger and beckoning him toward her chair.

Why was this a bad idea again?

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules, former Prince of Power, Lion of Olympus, and all around adorable lunkhead, was not thinking with his brain either. He stepped over to stand right above Bo in her chair.

"Should I get in your lap?" he asked. "And tell you what I want for Christmas?"

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"Christmas is months away." Say, did you know those chair-arms would retract at the touch of a button? Bo didn't either, until now. "Sure you want to wait that long?"

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"Well I suppose we could make it a late Valentine's Day," Hercules said, moving to sit in Bo's lap, but also still support some of his weight on his legs.

"As I am not so good at waiting."

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"Funny how much we have in common," said she, hands splaying as she took a moment to appreciate said legs. In the tactile sense. Mmm, demigod-thighs.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

"Lots in common," Hercules said, reaching up to try and run a hand through Bo's hair. "Shall we see if we wear the same lip gloss?"

He wasn't wearing lip gloss, for the record.

[nookiepowered]

If she was wearing any, it was Cindy's, for the record.

Bo could answer yes, but that would waste precious time wherein she could be using her lips to reply the funner way.

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules cupped her cheek in one hand as he kissed her, a tender, urgent kiss that used his years upon years of experience he'd built over his long life. His lips parted to deepen that kiss.

He'd been wanting this for quite some time.