screwloose: (Dripping Blood)
screwloose ([personal profile] screwloose) wrote2009-06-14 05:00 pm
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[FML another RL ^_~ Between Stein and Vanessa]

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))

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


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."

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you trying to scare me, Doctor Stein?" she asked, stepping through the door. Ten minutes ago she would have jumped at the sound of heavy steel door's clang, but she didn't this time. She wasn't even turned on yet, but the promise of some form of medical roleplay she hadn't even gotten her boyfriend to go through with kept her there. She had a sense of self-preservation, but if William trusted this man, what was the point of getting all riled up, even if he was a little creepy?


Then again, after the Masters and Mistresses and the others she'd seen at work, very little creeped her out anymore.


"It's not working," she replied, relaxing in his grip and allowing him to move her around like his puppet.
Edited 2009-06-15 15:15 (UTC)

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She stood there, staring at him with incredulity until looking down at the remnant of her tee and the flap that showed off the cut he'd made. She looked back up at him before she went to take it off completely, starting with the hem.


"Orders work just as well with my sisters and I," she replied, smiling. "You could have just told me to take it off and I would. Should I leave my bra on, Doctor?"

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Can do, Doctor, came to her mind, but she figured he didn't want her to say anything. She didn't even turn, instead choosing to take off the remnants of her shirt and bra and let them drop to the floor. After a moment, she reached down and undid her jeans, wriggling out of the tight denim and letting it pool around her ankles. She kicked them to the side after a moment, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she stepped out of her ballet flats.


She stepped forward, closer to him, and smiled up at him. Had she been in her heels, she would have been able to stare right into those crazy eyes, but she wasn't and so she had to look up. After a moment, she brought her fingers--so small and fragile!--up to the scratch on her torso and let it smear the bits of blood across her breasts. Hopefully that would be pleasing to him, just that sight.

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"In the fl--" she began, but was completely muffled by his kiss.


Kisses weren't something she did with Masters or Mistresses, not at all. She kissed her sisters, definitely, but never Zara or the Director. Not at all. Her mouth was too busy on Zara's or Jude's cunt when she went over. The Director had never let Vanessa pleasure her, something she didn't understand, but she wasn't one to ask why.


It was confusing, as was this kiss.


After a moment, her arms came up around his neck, fingers gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. She opened her mouth to him, tongue flicking against his upper lip, teasing him, willing him to explore her.

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The scalpel cut into her when he'd backed her into the wall, creating a deeper cut than the first time around. She broke away with a gasp, which quickly turned into a moan. She'd never been cut into before, but she had a feeling she already liked it. There was nothing too awful about it, other than that it couldn't go too deep otherwise she'd get questions at work. A scarred slave wasn't something that anyone wanted to pay for.


"Doctor..." she moaned, head hitting the concrete wall as she reveled in the sensation of both the scalpel and his erection. He had been so quick! She hadn't even had to do much of anything, really, and here he was, up and ready and she was just so willing to serve. She didn't even care in this moment that he was William's friend. None of that shit seemed to matter, not here, not now.


Her fingers gripped his bare shoulders much more tightly, and she brought both of her legs up to wrap around his waist, pushing herself up further on the wall, at the perfect angle for him to take her as he saw fit. She felt the blood trickling down at the split of her rear, and the warmth made her moan again. "I'm real," she said softly, one of her hands coming up to maneuver around the bolt on his head and bury itself in his hair. "As real as they come, right here, right now, with you."
Edited 2009-06-15 16:20 (UTC)

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not...pretending..." she gasped as he paid special attention to her neck and ear. Her neck seemed to have always been a rather sensitive spot on her, which was why she loved it when William bit her there. It just felt so deliciously right, and she didn't have any other words for it than that.


She could feel the warmth of the blood pulling on the sheet under her, but if he didn't mind it, well, neither did she. She whimpered like a lost puppy back into his mouth, legs still around his waist as her hands made their way to the start of his pants confidently. She began to unbuckle and unzip without any shame or hesitation, her hands gripping his freed erection and stroking it as she broke away to flatter with a, "Oh my, big boy!"

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She stopped moving at that, completely limp and pliant beneath him. Incredible? Vanessa could dole out flattery and compliments all day long, definitely, but when it came to taking them? She stunk at it, and very much so. She sighed a little, moaning at his bites and looking up at the bare bulb hanging, the only thing illuminating the room.


"You're...just saying that," she managed quietly, hands finding their way back to his hair and scratching his scalp gently. "I'm trained in the art of sex. Of course I'm incredible. But you don't have to tell me that."

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Her first reaction to the cut was to yelp and pull away, but then she felt the burn of it and she then actually arched in to it. "I-I'm real," she managed through a pained gasp, her hands leaving to grip at his shoulders instead. "Really real. I'm...not afraid. I-If you want me to prove it, I'm pretty sure I could."


She arched into him again, this time rubbing her wet entrance up against the tip of his cock, urging him to go inside. "This could prove I'm real," she said after a moment, tilting her head and smiling up at him, fingers moving to gently scratch his cheek. "I mean, when was the last time you had an imaginary orgasm that was the best of your life? Because if you take me like the pain-slut I am, that's what you're about to have. Isn't that enticing?"
Edited 2009-06-15 20:12 (UTC)

[identity profile] vanessa19white.livejournal.com 2009-06-15 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Vanessa couldn't stand it anymore, a cock being so close without actually being in her. She couldn't stand it so much that she used those leg muscles of hers and forced him down, practically impaling herself on his length. She bucked beneath him, hands going to his hair and again forcing him closer. She kissed him like she kissed Kashika or William, with as much need and want and hunger as she felt when she went through pleasure denial at work and finally, finally! got one of the girls to relieve her pain.


"Can...you feel me?" she asked through kisses, breathless. "You can, right? Inside...of me. You can feel me. Feel how real I am...nngh..."