I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.
(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)
Wrath smiled. “And I’m Wrath, nice to meet you.
"And I don’t hate all demons just because a few are evil." Cheryl smiled at the two youngsters before turning and trudging toward the porch lights in the distance. "Come with me if you want," she called over her shoulder.
Wrath quickly picked up Zor and trudged after Cheryl. “We’re coming!” He called while catching up to her.
Cheryl stopped walking and turned, smiling as they caught up to her. ”You’re a good kid,” she told Wrath, mussing up his hair affectionately. ”Thanks for coming along.”
"Um hey there."
"Hmmm suppose it does.." He shrugged.
"So…will I see you again? Is there a business card or something you can give me? Want my cell phone number?"
He pulled it out,”Here.” He couldn’t help but smile,”And maybe.”
"Just maybe?" She smirked at him and took the card. "I’ll take a maybe." She fished a pen out of her purse, scribbling her number on a napkin and pushing it across the table to Sam.
"Aaaagh!" Cheryl pretended to flail, kicking her feet forward. "Unhand me, you brute!" She turned her head, grinning. "How’s ol’ Jacky doing today?"
Cheryl chuckled, her eyes crinkling, happy to see Jack happy. ”And that ‘asshole’ loves you, too. It’s obvious.” She leaned her head on Jack’s shoulder. ”The grouchy old married couple, in my experience, has the best relationship. For example, my grandparents were together for over 60 years.”
He leaned his head on hers, his tails wagging more. “60 years, huh? Eh, I don’t like to think about years too much. Extended lifespan and all, y’know? I like to think about just what’s going on now and shi’.” He nodded, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “But… ehh, can you keep a secret?”
"I hear ya," Cheryl sighed, thinking of her own relationship with an immortal. Her eyebrows raised at his next question. "A secret? Sure, my lips are sealed," she replied brightly, shifting slightly on the couch to face Jack. "Fire away."
"To my dismay" he sighed, shaking his head, looking down to his feet. "Why? Did you still wanna get in a few rounds before I shut down?"
"Don’t have to ask me twice," she giggled, blushing as her clothes were whisked away. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, making sure she was in position before sinking down onto his cock with a low moan.
Sam whined softly as she sank down onto his aching length. “Fuck..move fucking move” he hissed out as the burning pleasure surfaced once again.
"Patience, my angel," Cheryl whispered, beginning to move, slowly at first as she adjusted to his size, then picking up speed, biting her lower lip to stifle her moaning. "Oh baby….you’re so big, Samuel…how does that feel…?"
"I do feel a bit bad that you can’t fly," she murmured, lifting her head and leaning her forehead on his. "It has to be a bummer to have to walk everywhere. But I’m glad that means that you’re stuck with me." She grinned, nuzzling his nose. "That you can’t get away from me."
"Walking everywhere is not as much o fa difficulty as everyone seems to make it out to be," said Cas softly as they continued down the aisles in the grocery store. In a way he was happy with walking… with the idea of normalcy it provided him. For once. It was not something he didn’t enjoy in its own way.
She looked at him as they walked, imagining that she could tell what he was thinking. ”Have you always been interested in humanity?” she asked idly, taking his hand in hers. ”You seem so happy just doing normal human things like grocery shopping and going for walks in the park. Things that I take for granted. It seems to bring you so much quiet joy.”
"Oh, Hello. I’m Ricky, pleasure to meet you Miss."
Cheryl reclined back on the bed, lying on her back, looking up into Ricky’s eyes. As he bent his head to kiss her neck she tilted her head slightly to give him better access. ”I think it’d be my pleasure,” she whispered, “as well as yours…” She bent a leg and rubbed her stockinged foot up and down his leg.
Ricky smirked when she allowed him better access to her neck, a hand drifting up to rub against her inner thigh as he scooted his knee closer towards her. “You smell good…” He smiles as he takes in her scent, nibbling a little on her earlobe as he pushes her skirt up slightly.
Her breath hitched as she felt his rough hand on the tender skin of her inner thigh. ”Do I…?” she moaned, biting her lower lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. ”It’s just…it’s probably my shampoo.” She moved a hand into his hand, burying her fingers in it.