[ Valentine's Day in the city always does have its own tortures in store, and though Sara's on her regular lookout for the usual entrapment, she's sure the officials have thought of plenty of new and enraging ways to fuck with them this year.
Her attention's mostly on her phone as she makes her way through the lobby, the door binging open before she lifts her gaze at someone calling out to her. ]
One at a time's best. [ She calls over her shoulder, tucking her foot into the doorway to keep the thing from sliding closed. Glancing up at him as he approaches, she double-takes before cocking a brow. ] You're new.
[ He hurries to catch the door, sliding in with greater ease than one might expect from an 18th-century pirate, provided she doesn't think he's just some dude Disneybounding the Pirates of the Caribbean. ]
I am. [ The door almost impatiently slides closed and dings. He doesn't bother to hit his floor. Instead, he just pulls the picture out of his pocket, turning it around for her to see. ] This is you.
[ He's definitely rocking whatever Jack Sparrow vibe he's going for, but she's not really in the mood to get unceremoniously trapped in an elevator with a total stranger for God knows how long right now.
Except that in the split second that he hands her that photo, she's just distracted enough to let the doors slide closed. Doesn't even notice it, just takes a long moment to stare at the person that looks like her exact replica, half-naked and wet and ready. ]
For fuck's sake... [ She mutters, rolling her eyes and passing it back to him. ] Sorry to disappoint, but it's not. I mean, it - They've got copies of us. They do this shit to mess with us. [ Never mind that she actually owns that toy and has the very sudden, very powerful urge to use it on herself right now. ]
[ Okay. That's... incredibly fucked up, for sure, but at the moment he's less inclined to consider the implications, and far more inclined to let his thoughts drift on the subject of the picture, now standing across from him in the flesh.
He runs his eyes down her body, and then back up, not even bothering to hide from her that he's doing it, and then he raises an eyebrow. ]
[ His gaze is heavy on her, damn near predatory. And shit, she might actually kind of like it. Enough to forget that they're both just standing in a small metal cage that's going nowhere, because she's holding his gaze, her own eyebrow arching at his question. ]
Think I'd remember posing for something like that. [ She counters, feeling a familiar heat start to tingle at her fingertips, warm at her core. As if his gaze could light it somehow, spark something electric that buzzes across her skin with a simple brush of his gaze. ]
You've just been... carrying that thing around with you?
[ Ah, shit. That's so annoying it's circled back around to charming. ]
Be sure of what, exactly?
[ She smirks up at him, canting her head curiously. She's not sure what he'd let his imagination fill in, but up close, she's only a little over five feet tall. Petite but muscular as hell - strong and poised, a fighter in the way she holds herself, thew way she stands, the same scars running up and down her limbs as the mimic in the picture. ]
[ She wouldn't be the first woman to have thought as much about him, if that helps. ]
Wanted to be sure I'd recognize the face, not just the... shirt.
[ He flips the picture back and forth a little, like a nervous habit, dexterous with his fingers. Then he offers it to her. ]
Unless you'd rather replace it with the real thing. [ He's got a particular way of smirking, she might notice - it doesn't move his mouth much, and his gaze stays sharp, but there's a languidness to his whole body instead. Like a predator making a halfhearted attempt to pretend he isn't paying attention. ] Why settle for fakes?
[ It probably should hurt his chances, but the truth is, Sara's always been drawn to men like him. Not the swaggering pirate type, of course, but the ones that smell like trouble. The ones her cop of a father would take one look at and immediately get a pounding migraine.
So instead, she just flashes him another smile, the sharp blue of her gaze taking him in a moment. ]
Ah, it's the shirt you're interested in.
[ She glances down at the picture, doesn't make a move to take it back. That heat, that ache for her toy is getting harder to ignore now, prickling at her senses. She straightens, taking a curious step towards him, sending a cursory glance back down at the picture. ]
I could do that. [ She murmurs lowly, gaze flitting back up to meet his. ] But why settle for a photo when you can catch the live show?
[ That same low, heavy warmth has been forming in him, ever since he got onto the elevator with her. He notices it now, feeling a pulse of it as she steps closer, and another when she asks him that. ]
Are you offering one?
[ He straightens his back to meet her, 6'0" but perhaps giving the impression of taller, and slides the picture into his back pocket. ]
[ It's the kind of heat that buzzes, tingles - ghosts against her skin with an ache to be touched, to be handled.
She can see it affect him, too - subtle, but after a year here it's so much easier to read the signs. Even if there's not anything remotely subtle about the look in his eyes. ]
Depends. [ She cants her head at him, reaching out to finger one of the leather necklaces dangling at his chest. ]
[ When she touches him, he reaches up to touch her, just her hand at first, almost as if he's going to pull her hand away from him. But then his fingers, warm and very rough, skate along her arm to her shoulder. And a moment later he's backing her against the wall of the elevator, with no force but his assertiveness, because he's a man who likes to make his intentions clear. ]
But you look like a woman with energy to burn. I could offer my help with that, if you wish.
Brand new submissive, huh? [ The brush of his skin sends a hum of need buzzing along her skin. She likes the callouses of his fingertips, the curious, languid way he traces his way up her arm.
So much so that she doesn't even protest as he pins her against the wall, a broad smile spreading on her lips as she looks up at him. With her free hand, she reaches out to her right to hit the button for the 20th floor, still fingering his necklace with her left. ]
[ There's a flash of something like a challenge in his eyes when he hears the 's' word, but to his credit he doesn't let the spark catch. Before he got here, he would have been quite confident in his ability to keep up with a woman, but Duplicity has been... a learning experience.
But, damn, he'll give it his best shot. ]
Let's find out. [ As if the fingers on his necklace had hooked him in, he kisses her, bold and brazen but not so forceful that she can't shove him off if she wants. He's sure enough that she does want to try it, and certainly not deterred by the location.
Lots about Duplicity has been an adjustment. Other things he settles into just fine. ]
[ It doesn't sit well with most people, when they arrive here. Being labeled lesser. Then again, some people in this world - herself included - could stand to be taken down a peg. And she gets the feeling he's one of them.
The kiss isn't exactly a shock, but it's electric enough in its own right. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it, she'll give him that. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes, she meets him with her own fire, one hand slipping into his hair to tug him down towards her. Jaw dropping just slightly to deepen the kiss, she slides her tongue along his, the gentle ring of the elevator door announcing their arrival on the 20th floor. ]
C'mon. [ She smirks, taking his hand and dragging out the door and towards her place. ]
[ It's a good kiss, one that fires through his blood as soon as it turns deeper, and he doesn't willingly let it break even when the elevator doors slide open. But at least they're almost there. At this point, the picture has been completely forgotten, and he's just ready to shut that door behind them and do whatever the fuck they want.
He doesn't even know her name. But that kind of thing doesn't seem to matter much here as it might have elsewhere. Certainly isn't deterring him now. ]
[ She's already flushed and breathless, a flicker of relief washing over her when the doors actually slide open. Not willing to press her luck, and very much aching to get him to the bedroom where that infamous toy is waiting for them, she gets the door unlocked and kicks it closed before leading him towards the bedroom.
She hasn't changed the place much from its standard, just a few unpacked boxes of clothes and weaponry strewn around. In the bedroom, she drags a spare chair over to face the foot of the bed, nodding him towards it. ]
Sit. [ She smirks, stripping off her jacket and tossing it on the floor. ]
[ It's the weapons that draw his attention more than anything else, filed away as something that he should maybe ask about and absolutely shouldn't forget about, but it's not enough to keep his attention off her for long.
When she tells him to sit, he sits, lounging back in the chair while still looking like he might lunge forward and grab her at a moment's notice, which is true. ]
You seem very familiar with these things. The toys.
[ That's not a judgment - just an early 18th-century pirate's take on modern day sex toys. ]
[ She forgets sometimes that it's not normal. Leaving knives, a bo staff, a gun just lying around for visitors to see. Not that she gets many visitors, to be fair.
He sprawls into that chair like it's made for him, that hunger in his eyes sending something hot searing in her core. ]
Live in a city like this long enough, you'll get used to them, too. [ She smirks, circling around to her nightstand to retrieve the thick silver vibrator in question. ]
[ Immediately he leans forward, his attention zeroing in on the toy in her hand before it darts back to her face. The hunger is stronger now, audible in the growl of his voice. ]
Show me and tell me what you're doing. Then I'm going to show you what you taught me.
[ She flashes him an impish smile, liking the focus, the hunger in his eyes as he watches her with the toy. Stripping off her shirt first, she tosses it to the floor, unzipping her pants and toeing them off along with her socks and boots. She's pale skin and rough scars up and down, lean and strong as she tugs off her underwear and tosses it in his direction. ]
Say please.
[ She smirks, climbing onto the bed and stripping off her bra. ]
[ As much as he wants to lunge from this chair to that bed, he stays where he is, intending to watch her put on the show she offered him, paying attention as closely as he can. She's lean and muscular in a way that's rare where he comes from, even for the woman who are strong, the ones who are fighters. She's clearly a fighter too, judging by all those little scars.
Vane makes sure she knows he's staring at her, hungry and waiting, before he does as she says, because his obedience never comes at a cost that he won't jealously collect. ]
[ The sharp attention in his gaze, the masked tension in his muscles as he watches her strip down... he's like a jungle cat in heat, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. And fuck, it's hot.
Even hotter when he actually does say please, because she hadn't actually been expecting him to play nice. Not really.
Flashing him a grin, she tosses her bra to the floor, leaving her bare for him before she shifts to sit facing him, legs spreading wide. Her hands run over her own chest, tweaking her nipples before one hand shifts down her stomach. ]
[ If he wants to get closer, he will, unless she intends to chain him to the chair, which wouldn't go over well. But just for now, he wants to watch. He wants to learn something.
That doesn't stop the greedy ache from setting in, watching her touch herself in all the places he wants to touch her. Like an addiction that he knows he'll feed sooner or later. Because the thing about him playing nice is that he's rarely able to do it for long. ]
[ Something tells her the moment he's ready, the moment his patience runs out, she's in for one hell of a ride. It's in the tension of his muscles, the sharp, predatory look in his eyes.
For now, though, she's content to give him a show. She's still aching for that toy, cunt already glistening with the desire for it, the urge to show him just what he's been missing.
The hand sliding down her stomach slips between her legs, two fingers spreading her folds, her free hand grabbing the toy. ]
Don't stop what? [ It's an innocent enough question, or it tries to be even as she brings the toy to drag up and down her slit. She hasn't switched it on just yet... Not yet. ]
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Her attention's mostly on her phone as she makes her way through the lobby, the door binging open before she lifts her gaze at someone calling out to her. ]
One at a time's best. [ She calls over her shoulder, tucking her foot into the doorway to keep the thing from sliding closed. Glancing up at him as he approaches, she double-takes before cocking a brow. ] You're new.
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I am. [ The door almost impatiently slides closed and dings. He doesn't bother to hit his floor. Instead, he just pulls the picture out of his pocket, turning it around for her to see. ] This is you.
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Except that in the split second that he hands her that photo, she's just distracted enough to let the doors slide closed. Doesn't even notice it, just takes a long moment to stare at the person that looks like her exact replica, half-naked and wet and ready. ]
For fuck's sake... [ She mutters, rolling her eyes and passing it back to him. ] Sorry to disappoint, but it's not. I mean, it - They've got copies of us. They do this shit to mess with us. [ Never mind that she actually owns that toy and has the very sudden, very powerful urge to use it on herself right now. ]
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He runs his eyes down her body, and then back up, not even bothering to hide from her that he's doing it, and then he raises an eyebrow. ]
Are you sure about that?
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Think I'd remember posing for something like that. [ She counters, feeling a familiar heat start to tingle at her fingertips, warm at her core. As if his gaze could light it somehow, spark something electric that buzzes across her skin with a simple brush of his gaze. ]
You've just been... carrying that thing around with you?
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Figured if I saw you, I'd want to be sure.
[ Vane rotates the picture to look at it again, and then he looks back at her, and waves it a little. ]
Suppose you won't mind if I keep then, then. Since it's not really you.
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Be sure of what, exactly?
[ She smirks up at him, canting her head curiously. She's not sure what he'd let his imagination fill in, but up close, she's only a little over five feet tall. Petite but muscular as hell - strong and poised, a fighter in the way she holds herself, thew way she stands, the same scars running up and down her limbs as the mimic in the picture. ]
You want me to autograph it for you?
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Wanted to be sure I'd recognize the face, not just the... shirt.
[ He flips the picture back and forth a little, like a nervous habit, dexterous with his fingers. Then he offers it to her. ]
Unless you'd rather replace it with the real thing. [ He's got a particular way of smirking, she might notice - it doesn't move his mouth much, and his gaze stays sharp, but there's a languidness to his whole body instead. Like a predator making a halfhearted attempt to pretend he isn't paying attention. ] Why settle for fakes?
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So instead, she just flashes him another smile, the sharp blue of her gaze taking him in a moment. ]
Ah, it's the shirt you're interested in.
[ She glances down at the picture, doesn't make a move to take it back. That heat, that ache for her toy is getting harder to ignore now, prickling at her senses. She straightens, taking a curious step towards him, sending a cursory glance back down at the picture. ]
I could do that. [ She murmurs lowly, gaze flitting back up to meet his. ] But why settle for a photo when you can catch the live show?
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Are you offering one?
[ He straightens his back to meet her, 6'0" but perhaps giving the impression of taller, and slides the picture into his back pocket. ]
Because, you're right. I'd much rather have that.
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She can see it affect him, too - subtle, but after a year here it's so much easier to read the signs. Even if there's not anything remotely subtle about the look in his eyes. ]
Depends. [ She cants her head at him, reaching out to finger one of the leather necklaces dangling at his chest. ]
What do I get in return?
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[ When she touches him, he reaches up to touch her, just her hand at first, almost as if he's going to pull her hand away from him. But then his fingers, warm and very rough, skate along her arm to her shoulder. And a moment later he's backing her against the wall of the elevator, with no force but his assertiveness, because he's a man who likes to make his intentions clear. ]
But you look like a woman with energy to burn. I could offer my help with that, if you wish.
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So much so that she doesn't even protest as he pins her against the wall, a broad smile spreading on her lips as she looks up at him. With her free hand, she reaches out to her right to hit the button for the 20th floor, still fingering his necklace with her left. ]
If you think you can keep up.
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But, damn, he'll give it his best shot. ]
Let's find out. [ As if the fingers on his necklace had hooked him in, he kisses her, bold and brazen but not so forceful that she can't shove him off if she wants. He's sure enough that she does want to try it, and certainly not deterred by the location.
Lots about Duplicity has been an adjustment. Other things he settles into just fine. ]
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The kiss isn't exactly a shock, but it's electric enough in its own right. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it, she'll give him that. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes, she meets him with her own fire, one hand slipping into his hair to tug him down towards her. Jaw dropping just slightly to deepen the kiss, she slides her tongue along his, the gentle ring of the elevator door announcing their arrival on the 20th floor. ]
C'mon. [ She smirks, taking his hand and dragging out the door and towards her place. ]
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He doesn't even know her name. But that kind of thing doesn't seem to matter much here as it might have elsewhere. Certainly isn't deterring him now. ]
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She hasn't changed the place much from its standard, just a few unpacked boxes of clothes and weaponry strewn around. In the bedroom, she drags a spare chair over to face the foot of the bed, nodding him towards it. ]
Sit. [ She smirks, stripping off her jacket and tossing it on the floor. ]
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When she tells him to sit, he sits, lounging back in the chair while still looking like he might lunge forward and grab her at a moment's notice, which is true. ]
You seem very familiar with these things. The toys.
[ That's not a judgment - just an early 18th-century pirate's take on modern day sex toys. ]
How often do you play with yourself like that?
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He sprawls into that chair like it's made for him, that hunger in his eyes sending something hot searing in her core. ]
Live in a city like this long enough, you'll get used to them, too. [ She smirks, circling around to her nightstand to retrieve the thick silver vibrator in question. ]
Enough to know how to get myself off.
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[ Immediately he leans forward, his attention zeroing in on the toy in her hand before it darts back to her face. The hunger is stronger now, audible in the growl of his voice. ]
Show me and tell me what you're doing. Then I'm going to show you what you taught me.
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Say please.
[ She smirks, climbing onto the bed and stripping off her bra. ]
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Vane makes sure she knows he's staring at her, hungry and waiting, before he does as she says, because his obedience never comes at a cost that he won't jealously collect. ]
Please.
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Even hotter when he actually does say please, because she hadn't actually been expecting him to play nice. Not really.
Flashing him a grin, she tosses her bra to the floor, leaving her bare for him before she shifts to sit facing him, legs spreading wide. Her hands run over her own chest, tweaking her nipples before one hand shifts down her stomach. ]
The view okay? [ She asks innocently. ]
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[ If he wants to get closer, he will, unless she intends to chain him to the chair, which wouldn't go over well. But just for now, he wants to watch. He wants to learn something.
That doesn't stop the greedy ache from setting in, watching her touch herself in all the places he wants to touch her. Like an addiction that he knows he'll feed sooner or later. Because the thing about him playing nice is that he's rarely able to do it for long. ]
Don't stop.
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For now, though, she's content to give him a show. She's still aching for that toy, cunt already glistening with the desire for it, the urge to show him just what he's been missing.
The hand sliding down her stomach slips between her legs, two fingers spreading her folds, her free hand grabbing the toy. ]
Don't stop what? [ It's an innocent enough question, or it tries to be even as she brings the toy to drag up and down her slit. She hasn't switched it on just yet... Not yet. ]
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