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Stein stood under the spray of the shower, wondering if he had really just finished the project, and whether he had really broadcast the moment of his triumph to the community.

And whether Vanessa really was coming over.

He didn't spare much time wondering why.

Marie had been packed off elsewhere when he started the project some... well, apparently a week ago now. He didn't think about her, either. Or Kid, or anyone who might be worried about him. Instead he dried off, dressed again, and went back to his lab to scrub the blood off the floor. He'd hear the doorbell if someone rang it.

((Warning for possible kinky sexitiems))

Date: 2009-06-15 12:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"Death...City..."


Where the fuck was she? The moon was dripping blood and smiling. What the fuck sort of place was this?


After Jack popped back off, she didn't waste too much time looking around. She didn't feel comfortable in this place, just as she had once not felt comfortable in B3. Though this was a different sort of discomfort, really, though there was the same sort of shock and horror and just...


"Fuck it," she grumbled, pressing on the buzzer and checking herself in the mirror she'd brought in her purse. It'd been a while since she'd taken her purse out anywhere, but she'd just felt like bringing it this time around. "For fuck's sake," she said, ringing it again. She just didn't want to be outside anymore.

Date: 2009-06-15 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"O-Of course I did," she replied, stepping in immediately even if she had to nudge him out of the way. She looked back out the door, spotting the blood-stained moon, and turned back in with a cringe, looking down that dark, long hallway with wide eyes.


What the fuck had she agreed to?


"Uhm...can you tell me about where I am?" she asked a little too cheerfully, clutching her purse next to her side. There was a can of mace if he tried anything, and a pocket knife. She always kept those on her when she could, but that would mean taking her purse out with her.


Which meant she'd have to take her purse out with her on every trip unless she knew where she was going.

Date: 2009-06-15 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"Can you see in the dark?" she asked, nearly bumping into the wall as she clutched her purse up and tighter around her, her hand moving up and down her arm as she felt a cool shiver pass over her. It wasn't even cold and yet she was feeling goosebumps. It was just a dark house! What the hell...oh yes. Bleeding moon. That would do it for most anyone, wouldn't it?


"N-Nevada? The United States?" she asked, pulling away but letting him keep his touch on her shoulder. "What year?"

Date: 2009-06-15 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"Uh, I avoid coffee this late at night," she managed, clinging to her purse with both hands as she literally sank into the couch, mouth hanging open as she looked around. "This is...so different from what I've ever seen before."


She realized it was probably rude and then smiled charmingly, clarifying herself. "I mean...seeing the Tyrant was one thing...but this place totally takes the cake, you know? 'Death City' and all that. But what more did I expect from someone who knows the Kid?"

Date: 2009-06-15 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"Oh, it's not you, not at all!" she assured him far too quickly, putting a hand on the inside of his elbow and trying that charming grin on for a second again. "You're a lovely, delightful man with a great brain on you and you...uhm...you're creative and inventive and concerned about my boyfriend, which I totally, TOTALLY appreciate, and you don't make me nervous, okay? Just...the moon is really fucking weird and not at all what I expected and yes! That makes perfect sense. Death's Death City. I totally understand."


She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this jumpy.

Date: 2009-06-15 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"Well, that's just great!" she exclaimed. God damn, why did she feel so nervous?! She couldn't place it, and she was rambling before she could stop. It must have been something about doctor-patient confidentiality that let it come out so quickly...but people had already been calling her prostitute left and right, hadn't they? Surely he'd seen that. "There's not enough in my world to protect me and my sisters! We can only rely on the security guards that work for my Mistress..."


She stopped, smiling nervously, shaking a little.


"My Director. That's what I meant. My coworkers and the Director."


And she started mumbling.

Date: 2009-06-15 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
She stared at him, nervous and jumpy and quite speechless for the time being. Her hand was pliant and limp under his until she tried to recollect what she'd said...and then it tensed, but it stayed where it was.


"Yes! He's my...boyfriend. Like normal people have. Boyfriends and girlfriends." Oh God, this sounded so cheesy! Would she have to pretend all this time? She thought a moment before pulling her scarf down with one set of fingers, showing off her collar underneath. "But I also have a Mistress I belong to."


She offered a small chuckle as a way of asking if he got it or not.

Date: 2009-06-15 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"I'm a sex-slave!" she exclaimed, clamping one hand over her mouth and looking around. "Sorry, I just...not many people seem to get that right off the bat," she added in a whisper. "It's very rare to find someone who gets it right off the bat, much less someone who isn't calling me a prostitute."


She moaned softly as his fingertips grazed her skin near her collar, smiling at his touch. "But yes. That's why they call me that. William knew that before we had sex in that alleyway, actually. Or any other time we did it. The Director found out the next day and has no qualms with him as long as I leave him out of my mind during work. I'm also a reporter for both magazines she runs. I'm not all about sex and taking off my clothes, you see." Was she better after Wesker had said that? Maybe. Just a tad. Okay, yes.

Date: 2009-06-15 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
And then that delicious sensation on her skin was gone, and he was standing up, sticking a fag between his lips and lighting up for what she could assume was no reason at all.


"Does it bother you, Doctor Stein?" she asked, leaning forward on the couch and reaching out a hand to tentatively tug on his labcoat. "I can leave if that bothers you so much. I understand it can be quite upsetting to people, but if they only gave me a chance to explain...we're all happy, all of my sisters and me! Happy and willing and ready. We're all pain-sluts, and we love that! We love our jobs and there's nothing we'd rather be doing, nothing at all!"

Date: 2009-06-15 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
That came out of the blue, but her training wasn't one hundred percent completed yet, so instead of her hands going behind her back they went to his wrist, holding onto it as though to get his hand off of her hair, which was what it would have meant about a half a year ago.


A split-second later and she'd collected herself, arms moving behind her back, wrist over wrist as though cuffed. She screwed her face up in shock--though she really wasn't shocked by anything like this anymore--and squinted up at him. "Y-Yes, Doctor! I do!"


She let out a little cough, having felt under the weather lately but in no way not up for another romp...with a practical stranger, no less. But he was a doctor and he seemed to give a shit about Birkin just like she did, so why not? If Birkin found out--which he most likely would--he found out. He wasn't there to dictate her life, he'd said. There was nothing standing in the way of her and this.


And, to be honest? After the week she'd had, after her encounter with Albert, this didn't seem like a bad idea, not at all.


"Y-Yes, anything you want, Doctor!"


Hopefully that wouldn't include experimentation. She had a feeling Stein knew Birkin woudl inject him with something nasty if it did.
Edited Date: 2009-06-15 02:31 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-15 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
"..."


No one had asked her that before. She didn't really know how to answer. She swallowed, crinkling her nose up at the smoke in her face, before opening her eyes and looking right back. If he wanted to undress her with his eyes--no matter HOW creepy it may have been--that was perfectly fine with her. What could he do that hadn't been done to her before? What could he say that could top Birkie as Creepster of the Year?


"That's not how it works, Doctor," she replied in a steady, almost challenging voice. "This is me on my own time; I require no payment. I leave work at work, Doctor."

Date: 2009-06-15 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
Strong? Willful? Independent? Why yes, she was all those things. All those things and more. She wasn't just sex on legs; she was a reporter, God damn it...among other things.


And she was definitely not a whore.


She left her scarf on the coffee table before wiping her hands together and moving down on all fours, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't brought her mittens, knee pads, or feet pads. With her ballet flats still on, she followed him--not unlike a dog--and caught up to him quite quickly, rubbing up against his leg as she crawled.


"Not too deep, now," she said, shutting her eyes and nuzzling his calf. "Or my Mistress will have to have words with you."

Date: 2009-06-15 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com
Vanessa stood immediately, letting his strong grip aid her, though she didn't need any help jumping to a stand from something as basic as a crawl. She looked at the door and then back at him, smiling.


"It's simple, Doctor, really," she replied, tilting her head to the side. "You go too far, William finds out, your ass is in a hell of a lot of trouble. I dare say Albert might even find it appalling. He thinks I'm touched in the head anyway, just for being with William. And, since everything we spoke of on the community was public, well...if I don't come back tomorrow morning, well, everyone's going to know who I was with, now aren't they, Doctor?"

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