A grin tugged at his lips at her moan, smug and dangerous, only growing to express more of the latter when he realized that her pants wouldn’t have any effect on the embrace. His hand slipped lower, to hook his fingers into the waist of her pants, brining his hand to the front to undo the button there. His movements were slow, bold and deliberate, but taking enough time for her to stop him if she wanted to. Not that she would, for long, he was all but sure of that, and even if she was, his patience might not hold for too long. And Caspian only grew forceful when he grew frustrated. Tugging her pants down gently, he stepped closer to her, kissing her more forcefully as things grew more heated.
Victoria had absolutely no intention of moving, especially not once his hands moved to remove one layer of fabric between them. There was more than she would have liked separating them at he current moment and it was beginning to become frustrating. But as he removed one of the offending layers she was annoyed by how slow he did it. Vaguely wondering if he was doing it to tease her.
#misterssamuels#Caspian #I was JUST going to say #how about now?? You flash to after? #t:Not Quite Breaking And Entering
Neither of them had given the girl who’d broken into the salon much thought over the past few months. Adrian just didn’t want to, not sure what to think about the whole thing, his body having tied up the intruder before things got… heated. He wouldn’t have done any of those things, were he in charge. 9-1-1. But it wasn’t something he was proud of, even if it wasn’t of his conviction. And since it hadn’t technically him, not thinking about that night and trying to forget about it was probably best.
Caspian, however, was quite proud of that night, more than pleased to have not only bested a thief, but seduced her and made her forget her goal as well. There had been a few days of almost obnoxious smugness, but after that he hadn’t lingered on the thought. Caspian preferred to live in the present, and there were other rushes than one night stands. Mastering his latest stunt had quickly replaced the girl in his mind, for months.
But that didn’t mean that either had forgotten her, and when Adrian spotted her, walking home from work on one cold January night, he froze. The lighting wasn’t very good, true, but he knew it was her. What made it worse was that he couldn’t do what either of his personalities would have wanted and hidden, seeing as she didn’t seem to have seen him, and was walking his way. Getting gone would have been smart, probably what he should have done, but something seemed… different about him. And curiosity had his feet planted to the sidewalk, to wait and see how she would react to bumping into him, two months after that night.
Victoria couldn’t stand to be in the house anymore. Not for any real reason than being in such close proximity to everything put her nerves on end. She’d fairly recently found out a small bit of news that was weighing heavily on her mind. She’d tried to ignore it for days on end. Tried to pretend this wasn’t happening to her. Tried to pretend she hadn’t fucked up her life finally like everyone seemed to expect. She tried… but it didn’t work and tonight it was getting to her.
Her eyes briefly turned downward. She was tired, exhausted even… but she couldn’t sleep. All the possibilities weighing on her mind. But there was something she had to do first. She needed to see if she could find the man she’d found… stress relief in a few months prior. She knew where he worked… so it hopefully wouldn’t be too difficult… Though she wasn’t sure of hours he worked. She hadn’t thought keeping in contact would be necessary.
However when her eyes turned back up she saw a face she hadn’t been expecting to see. The very man she’d just been thinking of. She nearly turned and run. Nearly cursed under her breath (and that was the onl real coherent thing to cross her mind either) she almost did many things but she didn’t. Instead she paused a moment before nodding in greeting. She didn’t know what else to say or do. The entire speech she’d written in her mind disappearing. Fuck Fuckfuck. She hated this feeling. She’d been so caught up in just wanting someone that night… she didn’t stop to think what might happen in the future. What might happen if the met again. “…Hello.”
Adrian’s hand slide down her spine once her hands were no longer bound together, moving down to gently cup her arse, the grip letting him keep her up, between him and the wall. Nipping at her collarbone, he worried the skin, sucking at it, fully intending to leave a mark there, for her to remember him by the next day. And to claim her as his, even if it was just for a short while. Growling softly, he rolled his hips into hers again, sliding his free hand under the hem of her shirt, to brush over the soft skin there. Unclothing either of them would mean breaking the embrace for the moment, and he wasn’t in the mood to do that, so this contact would have to satisfy him for the moment.
Victoria let out a small gasp when her partner decided to ‘claim’ her. She didn’t stop him however. She was pleased with the way things were going, verypleased. She might not be leaving here with the money in the register… but she was indeed rather pleased with the current situation. A low moan escaped when he brushed against her hips again, wanting to shed their clothes, for the skin on skin contact… it was so strange to have someone stir that desire within her but he did. And she wasn’t going to brush that off.
Fagin needed money, he needed money three weeks ago, but Rita had been too busy to stop by. He had her phone number, but he never called. His heat had been shut off and he was starving. It wasn’t surprising, this happened every two months, but it still pissed Rita off. She’d spent a good amount of her life caring for the man and he continued to let this happen to him. She needed to check on him more often and she would, as well as send others to go check on him randomly.
She shoved her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket while she walked briskly towards the younger woman’s house. She knocked twice on the door when she got there, then put her hands back in her pockets, waiting none too patiently. When the door opened she looked a the girl’s face for a moment before blowing a bubble with her gum and making it snap in her mouth. “Ever stolen an ATM card?”
Victoria had been in her room, watching guitar lesson tutorials on the neighbor’s wifi through her laptop. It was old but it was in good enough condition for her. She had lessons, yes but she wanted to learn more. To learn faster. Hopefully she could save enough money to the side to get a guitar for herself and then she could practice at home as well. But for now she could watch the way they played, listen to the tricks and hints they gave during the video and apply them to her actual lessons as well. It seemed to be helping thus far. So she’d continue feeding her curiosity.
A knock on the door drew her from intently staring at the screen to close the laptop and check. She was the only one home at the current moment. God knows where Kaleb was off to, Zyra was at work and Nigel was probably out learning how to square dance or whatever his flavor of the week hobby was. She pulled the door open, her expression switching to unimpressed to surprise in a few seconds flat. “That’d be a no, usually stick to cash. Why? It can’t be that different… can it?” She rose her eyebrows. “Want to come in a moment? It’s just me.” She wasn’t sure how good of an idea it was talking about stealing anything on the porch. Not that anyone really bothered with them. But- just in case.
“It’s nice to meet you Victoria, I’m Quinn” she smiled. Where had her manners went? She had forgotten to tell her name. She really must be getting old, she was forgetting things,
Victoria didn’t really care if most people knew her name. They didn’t give her a second glance normally so why should she spare the ‘adults’ a second though? “Yeah- nice to meet you too, Quinn.” She actually liked that name, to her surprise.
Victoria was quite the character, and almost got Colette to laugh gleefully at the idea of teaching lessons. At least one of her sisters though would remind her of the right thing to do. She sometimes hated how they acted as consciences to each other. “Ooo,” she cooed with a grin, “train them like the supposedly untrainable dogs. Not only to make them stop ill behavior but to stay in their geographic, physical, space.” For as bad as times were in their land, women had more respect than they were granted here. Young women shouldn’t have to think to these extremes to get respect. “And they wake up with a fairly large bruise or several. Sounds like a trademark.” With a half smile, Colette turned down the next street corner and followed the mental route to the boutique. “I must admit, it would take a lot for me to punch someone’s lights out. I go for passive aggressive approaches.” What God didn’t?
“Too bad that’s probably illegal…Might be able to make a good amount of cash doing that…” She mocked a sigh and then laugh. If it weren’t and if she weren’t attempting making herself known to the police? She’d just start snapping non-removable collars around all the guy’s necks and shocking them when they acted like idiots. She followed Collette, who seemed to know where she was going quite well. “Ha, yeah that doesn’t always get through those thick skulls. I feel once their hand hits my ass, It’s free range for my fist to connect to their face.”
Damien smiled, leaning back against the wall. “Yep. Easy wasn’t it?” He asked with a smirk. “So are you and Rita friends?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He hadn’t seen her before and his curiosity got the best of him. “A new intiate or something?”
She nodded. “Pretty easy.” Victoria let a smile grace her lips, it had gone well, she thought. And Damien even seemed fairly nice. Something she wasn’t sure about expecting in her new work industry. “You could say that…” She smirked. “New is… relative. The newest, yes. But I’ve been… friends with them for about a year.”
A wicked grin crossed his lips when she made a desperate little noise, urging him to bite down harder, before just barely pulling away to kiss the spot, soothing it. He was marking her, claiming her as his, at least for the time being, not trying to hurt her. Dragging his lips along the column of her throat, he slowly brought them to her collarbone, pressing her further back into the wall, trying to gain more access to the area.
Caspian bit down again when her hips pressed against his, a surprised little breathe escaping his lips, just barely audible. It took a moment to register, but by then his body had reacted to her, pressing closer, hand moving to support her other leg, lifting her up to press her closer. Even he would have realized this was escalating very quickly, had he not been in the situation himself, but without the time to properly think about what he was doing, he pulled a box cutter out of his pocket, unsheathing the blade just enough to unbind her hands, cutting the tie himself. He’d already proven that he could handle himself, though it wasn’t a factor he’d even considered, in reality. He just needed her to be able to keep her balance if they were going to have any fun.
Victoria tiled her head slightly, making it easier for him to kiss as he pleased. Considering he was seemingly trying to force her back father, she didn’t really mind, the way he wanted her drove her own desire. But there was only so far one can be pushed against a wall, and she was fairly certain there was no moving further back for her at this point.
When her hands were free, the immediately went up to entwine in his hair, urging him on, and simply ensuring that he was close. He’d enticed fire that urged her to continue, and she wasn’t about to let him leave her hanging. Which was the exact reason she had no plans to run off on him or attempt to get away. No, she was going to stay right here, with this man who’s kisses left a warm trail down her neck. She was at his mercy. While one might think returning the kisses would be proper, she was too lost in how he was making her feel to do so.
Ben’s eyebrows shot up when she spoke to him. Out of all the things that could have come out of this girl’s mouth, that was not what he was expecting. “You want to bet on that, Little Girl?” He asked while shifting his position so he could easily crouch beside her. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to just walk away and leave her to fend for herself, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to deal with the attitude of some girl that thought she was big and tough. Maybe she could fool other people, but the girl sitting in front of him didn’t seem all that big or tough, she certainly wasn’t going to frighten him.
“Let’s look at the fact, Princess.” He hissed while looking her over, “I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you and with that hurt foot of yours I’m definitely faster than you. So start rethinking your little threats before you lose your head. Understand?” He stood up slowly, carefully looking around the room they were in, there seemed to be rubble covering all of the exits, but one had a bit less in the way. He walked over and peaked through the rubble, carefully pushing a few pieces of ceiling out of the way. It wasn’t going to be the quickest way out of the building, but it wasn’t going to be the hardest either.
Turning his head back to the girl, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her trying to stand. She was injured, if she needed to stop before she hurt herself anymore. “Jesus Christ…” He muttered while walking over and placing a hand on her arm. “Stop trying to hurt yourself and let me help you up.”
"Try me, Cupcake.” She spat the words back at him. She might not look big or tough, but she was stronger than one might think and quicker than most. She hadn’t been in a fight in a while, since becoming a legal adult at least. Mostly just so she didn’t have to worry about actual police interference since the less the authorities knew about her the better. They had less of a chance of recognizing her on a job if she kept her nose clean.
“Bigger, yes. Stronger? Don’t bet on it. Quicker? For now. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” If she could stand properly she’d have kicked him or punched him square in the jaw by now. His attitude was exactly the kind that she hated. Big strong man, my ass. She wasn’t a damsel in distress and she wasn’t going to be treated like one. She wasn’t about to rely on a man, or anyone for that matter,to save her ass. She got herself into this, she’d get herself out.
She looked at him as his attitude seemed to subside a little when he actually offered to help but she shook her head. “I don’t need your help.” It wasn’t like she could stand anyway, if she couldn’t even put pressure on it to get up, even if she could manage to stand she couldn’t walk on it. And hopping through this in heeled boots just wasn’t going to happen. She sighed and shrugged his arm off before seating herself down on the floor, rather than than half standing position. Resigning herself to wait until medics or whatever arrived. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right. “It’s not worth it. I’ll just wait.” Except who knew how long that would be, and it probably needed to be bandaged sooner rather than later… but that didn’t matter. She’d live.
It was her big brother’s birthday. Oh joy. She figured that perhaps, once in her life it would be nice to get him something. Now that she had the income to do so at least. It would be a nice gesture. Plus he wasn’t really all that bad, he wasn’t the brightest but he made and effort and that was worth something at least, right?
So she made her way down to her brother’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, dumbass, open up.”
“Is it? I figured you’d get a fuckton of morons trying to show off non-existent musical talent.” That actually wasn’t meant to annoy Nadia, it was a honest question. She figured there were a lot of people who wanted to get a record deal. One who thought they could sing, when they really couldn’t. She raised a brow at the woman, was she insulting her father? Did she expect Victoria to care that she wasn’t fond of her sperm donor? Victoria nearly laughed at that idea. Zyra might ‘love’ him but Victoria probably disliked the man more than the other woman did. She stared at the woman. “Who do you think is going to stop me? Really.. Do you think anyone is going to go against Saxon? Yeah. I thought not.” She didn’t think Simon would actually kick her out either. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” She gave a salute, certainly not meant to respect the woman, before she walked off. She knew the general direction of his office, and would wait there if he wasn’t in. She didn’t really care.
"Well… Yeah. I wouldn’t say so if I didn’t believe it.” Nadia watched as she walked off, still not entirely sure about letting her in without anyone else knowing. Although, how bad could Saxon’s daughter be? Nadia just hoped that she wasn’t like her father. “Have a nice time…” She called while watching her go. Slowly she sat back in her chair and shrugged while getting back to work, there was nothing she could do now anyways.
An almost surprised purr escaped Caspian’s lips as returned this kiss, pressing himself flush against her as a response. There was a part of him that half wondered if she would still be responding, still return his affections, if she wasn’t tied up, but her lips moving against his succeeded in mostly distracting him from that. He had been wrong earlier. She wasn’t a pretty girl. She was gorgeous. The first woman in Storybrooke who’s affections he found himself craving. And it definitely was a craving he felt, raw, instinctual desire. This was so much better than fear.
Twisting his fingers into her hair, tangling them further into her locks, he puller her even closer, tilting his head so deepening the kiss further was possible. Perhaps he wasn’t quite as in control as he liked, but neither was she. Sliding the hand from her waist down, he hooked it under her thigh,pulling her leg up to wrap it around him, pressing her even closer, hips brushing against hers for a brief moment. But it was long enough to have Caspian growl against her lips, deciding that they had definitely not gone far enough for his liking, yet. She didn’t seem opposed to going in the direction he wanted to go, a good start, though his goal was to have her want him more than she would ever want him. It kept him in control, even if he lost some of his willpower along the way. It was all relative. Purring against her lips, he tugged at the lower one before just barely pulling away to breathe, lips moving down to brush over her jaw, alternated with light nips, trailing down to her neck before he bit her, hard enough to leave a mark.
Victoria wasn’t counting who was in control or what was going on around them. Her attention was solely on him and the craving that drove her. Lust- one of the seven deadly sins that she found herself enjoying a great deal more than she ever thought possible for her. Of course, if this kept going, who knew if he’d keep the fire going… only time would tell.
She followed his lead and let him guide her leg to wrap around him. Sliding it up when closed the distance, pressing him closer even. She couldn’t wrap her arms around him to pull him even closer, so instead she just followed his lead. A soft noise, almost a hum escaped her lips at the growl and the way he tugged at her lips before moving. She gasped for breathe, realizing she’d pretty much forgotten that basic human need. Tiling her head to let him move down her neck with ease she let out a cross between a gasp and a moan at the bite. Rolling her lips forward ever so slightly before realizing what she was doing. Lust and desire drove her more than logic right now.
“Wonderful” she smiled at the girl. She had a tough exterior but she seemed like a kind girl. She then began to walk along side the girl happily.
“Yeah…” She ran her hand through her hair. “I- I’m Victoria by the way.” She offered, if this woman was going to be walking with her she might as well introduce herself. That was the polite thing- right?
His eyebrow only quirked when she flirted with him. Charming, sure, but it had almost no effect on him, aware it was probably only her attempt at telling him what he wanted an ear, so he’d let her go. Caspian was amused, pleased with the fact the fact that this girl wasn’t a crying mess. She was clever even. He had to give her some credit. Much more pleasant to be around than most of the people in town. By his standard, anyways.
“This is a beauty salon, pet,” he pointed out, amused, “How late do you think we stay open? Nancy can’t be bothered to put her life on hold for clients who come in another day, if she turns them away.” The business closed rather early, by most standards, as many did in a small, sleepy town like Storybrooke. She had time to go to the bank, and then shopping at other stores, if she wanted to. There wasn’t at cash left at the store. Especially when she left him in charge. Though she trusted Adrian, Caspian was another story entirely. And had no qualms about stealing, if he got too bored.
Caspian took another step forward, pressing the girl between himself and the wall, releasing her hands now that there was no way she could make a break for it, not unless she got into another fight with him. And he had the advantage there. Snaking his hand around her, he kept her flush against him, positive she’s be playing along. That was expected, with everything else she’d done. What he hadn’t expected was for her to be so eager. Deepening the kiss, he tugged at her lower lip, gentle, not to hurt her, but still rough enough for her to have no questions about who was in charge. His free hand moved up to tangle in her hair, giving him a hold that allowed him to tilt her head, deepening the kiss further. This was unusual. Most of the time, girls were too take to hold his interest for long, or too afraid to do anything fun. But this girl was intoxicating, hardly even afraid of him. But there were better things to do with her than scare her, at the moment. Much better.
She smirked just slightly at his reaction. If she had a type, he would be it. That much she was actually quite certain of. Looks wise alone she wasn’t complaining. Few men caught her eye and if she’d met him outside of this situation she might even give him a second look. Just maybe. He certainly was different from most of the people in this dreadful little town. They were all…. well boring. The only person she’d met to have sense of style was that girl, Colette.
Victoria wanted to reach up and run her hands through his hair but her hands were bound behind her back. She didn’t much care who was in charge, in fact, the idea that he was, one of the few who could over power her? Given, she was convinced if he hadn’t caught her off guard to begin with she might be able to, but the truth was that he’d won this round… not that she was complaining about what seemed to be the prize… The small ounce of fear she’d had was gone, replaced with this want. This… desire. It was such a strange feeling, craving his touch. She didn’t mind him pulling her closer, or the hand in her hair. She returned the kiss, letting him do as he pleased. Curious as to just how far he wanted this to go.
“Maybe it’s yours,” he shrugged. No, Caspian didn’t care for other men in the least. If anything, he was attracted to girls, but he rarely actually was. He never could bring himself to care enough about anything that involved people to find sex worth dealing with a woman before and after the act.
“A smart thief would know that the boss empties the cash box and takes it to the bank at the end of the night, if there’s a significant amount,” he pointed out. Despite everything that was off about him, Caspian was smart, and he knew that anyone who’d put thought into something like this would make sure to know. It wasn’t worth getting caught if there was no money. “There are maybe fifty-odd dollars in there, at most.” She was caught, by him, it hardly mattered if she knew.
Caspian shook his head slightly, clearing his clouded thoughts as he grew too focused on her lips for his own comfort. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as he remained in control. And he felt like what she had done was more of a dare than an invitation. But he was not the kind to back down from a challenge. He just needed to keep the presence of mind to stay on top. A condescending smirk colored his features as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers for a kiss, hand slipping around her to hold onto her wrists, to keep her from trying anything. Brushing his lips over hers, he carefully gauged her response, wanting to drag her into this, to get her more invested than he would be, to turn the tables back against her.
“Not quite…” She muttered, an edge to her voice that, paired with the way her eyes drifted over him implied what type of man was her type. Flirting? Sure. It seemed to be working, no that he’d harmed her but she felt safer if she could guide him away from wanting to. Let him take out his frustrations in other ways.
“Actually– it’s usually kept in a safe, in the backroom. Banks are closed by the time most businesses close.” She smirked. Getting into a safe was difficult, but she’d studied how to do it. It was definitely possible. And she doubted anyone in Storybrooke had an alarmed safe. Though, learning to disable that would be beneficial in the future. She didn’t care how much was in the register. Fifty dollars was fifty dollars that she didn’t currently have.
Victoria smirked when leaned forward, more pleased, than challenging at that point. His hand around her wrists didn’t bother her in the least. She returned the kiss, looking to deepen it if he’d let her. No longer caring to play, just to follow this new track. She knew a dominant type when she saw one. The binding her was the major red flag. So, though she wasn’t submissive in the least, she knew it would go better for her if she let him lead. What she didn’t expect was the heat she could feel building in her chest and stomach. The want to be closer to him. She was hardly innocent but being drawn to someone in such a manner was new to her. The few times she’d tried… well she was left bored and dissatisfied. But no… this was different, in a good way. Perhaps what she’d needed is someone who was a little… unconventional, to get her in the mood, so to speak.
“It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if you were an overweight man,” he told her, honest, though he was still smirking. No, having a pretty woman tied up, completely at your mercy was definitely a rush. Not even in a perverted sense, though certainly in that one too, but definitely ideal, as far as having someone all tied up went.
A chuckle escaped his lips when she gave her reason, not convinced by her innocent look for even a second. “Makeup?” he asked her, brow quirking. As far as he was aware, even the expensive cosmetics weren’t worth nearly enough for them to be worth stealing. The amounts it would take to make any significant cash made Gold’s antique shop across the street a much better bet, if someone wanted to risk the wrath of the town’s business owners and stage a break in. But if someone was really desperate, anything worked.
Caspian’s hand rose to press against her neck, just barely cutting off her airflow when she moved. It wouldn’t be smart to make a run for it. That would only anger Caspian. He’d avoided hurting her as much as possible, so far, but he wouldn’t make any promises about being courteous if she didn’t appreciate the kindnesses he’d shown her so far. But he quickly forgot about his frustration, eyes wandering down, though his fingers didn’t loosen, when her chest pressed forward. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was intentional or not, but his tongue did dart out to run over his bottom lip, before he raised his eyes to focus on her face. She was pretty. He’d told her as much before. But now, pressed against a wall, so close to him, she looked positively delectable. His gaze darted to her lips, and he bit his own, wondering if she would taste as good as she looked right now.
“No? Not your type?” Of course that may not have gone as well for the boy either. He was strong, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. Then again, most thieves weren’t overweight. Usually quite the opposite. Needing thievery to survive rarely gave one excess of… well much of anything.
“You’d be surprised, this is high end stuff… Plus, that’s not the only thing here.” She didn’t remotely care about the make up. But the money? For this stuff? That was going to be a lot of cash that would be in that drawer at the register. Maybe more depending on what exactly was in this shop. She wouldn’t be here though, if the door hadn’t been open. So really, this was his fault.
Victoria’s thoughts were cut off as her breath was. She made no other move, she hadn’t been planning on running. She had hoped that would be clear by the fact that her boots were planted in the same spot. She did her best to breathe through his hand at her throat. She was somewhat glad she hadn’t been planning on a job tonight, and was dressed for the bar. Her top didn’t show everything but it was certainly meant to be a distraction if she chose to use it. She caught his glance and smirked. Running her tongue over her lips, mirroring his action, but using her tongue to wet her lips slightly. Almost inviting him, no… daring him to act on where she hoped his thoughts were going at the moment.
“Pretty girl with a dull blade,” he raised an eyebrow, “I found my amusement. For now.” Caspian was positive he’d get bored with at least one of those. There were only so many snarky remarks a captive could make before they gave up a stayed still, not longer putting up a fight. The knife, however, could always be sharpened. But who knew, perhaps the girl would surprise him for the better. It’d be a first.
“What would anyone want with a beauty salon after closing hours?” he quirked an eyebrow, running the flat of the blade lower, before tilting it to press the tip into the skin above her heart, “And you’d have to take that up with Nancy…” He was speaking absentmindedly, something obvious in the strange cadence of his words. He was more focused on the pretty plaything in front of him, completely at his mercy. Now what should he do with her…?
Moving the blade, sticking it into the waistband of his pants, he put his hand flat against her chest, pushing her back, until he was stuck between him and the back wall of the salon. His hand moved upwards, brushing some hair out of her face, so he could see the girl’s expression. Long hair had a way of obscuring everything, and he didn’t want that. Excitement came from experiencing all sense in the fullest, and sight was one of those.
“Aw you think I’m pretty?” It was a taunting remark, rather than actually believing it. The smirk seemed etched into her features for the duration of this conversation. If… that was what you’d call this. It certainly wasn’t your conventional conversation that was for sure. But Victoria got the idea that not a whole lot about this man was conventional.
“There’s a lot of expensive things here… you never know who might be looking for a bit of quick cash…” She tilted her head as if she were innocent and certainly not intent on making off with the cash when she walked in here. She looked at the blade, people who killed got off on fear usually. And she wasn’t showing it, she’d grown very good at hiding such emotions over the years. A petite girl had to be tough, both physically and mentally. Plus… she still wasn’t sure there was much to fear here. Something was… off.
Then the blade was gone, at least, not pointed at her for the time being, and she was being driven back. Her back bumped the wall and she quirked a brow at him, curious. Was he… coming on to her? Sort of… perhaps that wasn’t the right choice of words given the situation but the idea was the same. She glanced about, just to see a way out if necessary. It was dark but her eyes had adjusted. So instead she shifted ever so slightly, biting her lip she turned her eyes back to him. Readjusting her hands, behind her back a bit, intentionally causing her back to arch just the slightest.
A purr like sound escaped his lips when her hand finally came back, and he quickly shifted his grip to pull them both down, so they met just behind the small of her back. He caught both her wrists in one hand, holding them a tight as he could, to cut off the circulation and keep her from pulling away. The other hand move into his pocket to pull out a zip tie, wrapping it around her wrist and tightening it, careful not to leave slack, to make it as hard as possible for her to escape. This was good. Everything was going as well as it could. A very interesting shift, indeed.
“Some fun,” he grinned at her, letting go once he had the tie. Caspian also pulled he knife from her hand, examining it, a bit disappointed by the fact that it needed to be sharpened. It was always important to take care of one’s blade. But this would do as it was. It’d just be a lot more effort to draw blood from either one of them. Probably better off for him, in the fight, but not as much fun.
Glancing down at his hand, he looked at the cut he’d obtained from grabbing the blade of the weapon, and bringing it close to his face, he ran a finger over the incision, grinning at the slight tingle of pain. But it wasn’t quite right. Taking the tip of the knife, he pressed it to the girl’s collarbone, just enough for there to be some pain, not enough for any blood. “Breaking and entering is… illegal, you know,” his voiced trailed off as he spoke, fading in and out. He was more focused on dragging he blade along the curve of her collarbone, leaving a faint, quick fading white line, caused by the pressure of the blade against her skin, following after the knife’s point.
Victoria felt the tie go around her wrist and mentally cursed herself. She’d seen things on how to get out of them but in that moment how escaped her. Fuck Fuck Fuck. She mentally cursed at her self for letting this happen. She spun around to face him as soon as he released her hands. Even though the tie was secure, she wondered if she could run, but also didn’t feel like end up face first on the ground.
“Is that so? You don’t seem too bored to me.” She quirked a brow at him. Deciding that if he was going to be playing these games with her she might play right back. She glanced down at her blade, it wasn’t something she used often. Just a precaution. Something to scare people off. Not meant for an actual proper fight.
She watched the man, blonde hair, and eyeliner to rival her own darkly lined eyes. She watched him as he trailed the knife down her collarbone. Eyes flickering from him to the blade. “The door was open, not my fault you didn’t close it, now is it?” She would have shrugged but the blade was against her skin, unphased by the slight pain of it, she didn’t really want to have to explain such a visible cut.
Caspian’s eyes focused on where she dug his nails into hers, and he looked her in the eye, offering her a smile before giving her the sake treatment, not particularly concerned about hurting his toy at this point. She had started it, and if she wanted crescent shaped cuts on her wrist, so be it. She had been the one to give him the idea, after all. He brought his gaze up from their extremities, meeting hers again, which only caused his grin to stretch further, teeth bared in an almost feral manner.
His expression transformed into a slight pout when we foot came down on his, hard. It hardly even phased him, he put himself through so much pain for his art that this wasn’t even worth a flinch. But he did prefer to the sharp pains of knives and nails to the dull pain of being stomped on through his thick boots. A slight “tsk” escaped his lips, before he moved behind her again, having realize earlier that it made her uncomfortable, and pulled back on her arm with a sharp, sudden strength, getting bored of her struggling. It had lost its thrill once she seemed to give up on using her blade.
Leaning in, chin hovering over her shoulder, trying to stay out of range, in case se decided to head burr him, he tried to reel her hands back, so he could tie them together and change the game on her. But there was no sense in getting a bloody, broken nose over this, those were a musicales to deal with, despite the pain and blood it came with.
She didn’t let the pain show, in fact her eyes locked on his, a smirk on her lips. Now she didn’t really mind the pain, sure before it caught her off guard. But she didn’t mind it. She didn’t quite find pleasure it, not like he did. It simply interested her, rarely could someone best her in a fight, even men bigger than her. So she had to admit it was different being on this side of things. Then again, she usually punched and left. But this had been less of a fist fight and more of a… well she wasn’t sure. It simply wasn’t what she was used to.
Her own boots were heavy and thick and she hoped it would get some reaction but he didn’t. So it was a little annoyance she chose to ignore anyway. The sudden burst of strength won against her persistent resistance and her arm was brought behind her back. She hissed, angered not only by his going out of her sight again, but by the fact that her hands were basically at his disposal now… despite her resistance against him still.
She debated headbutting him, but was well aware of what her range was and what wasn’t. How quickly he moved also proved that she wouldn’t succeed in doing so. She wanted to though, and kept track of his movements, just in case he came into range. “What do you want with me, anyway?” She finally spat the words.
A chuckle slipped past his lips when she cut him. Stepping away from her, just enough so that he was by her side, as opposed to pressed against her back. He didn’t have to move too far away from her, though, using his slight height advantage and longer limbs to his benefit. He reached out to grab the blade, by the point, of course, hand positioned so that his palm and fingers made as little contact with the sharp edge as possible. It did draw some blood, but he’d lost much more without being phased, in the past. Tugging it, roughly enough to at least partially dislodge it from her hold.
He still kept one hand on her, amused by the sudden outburst of anger that his proximity had caused. It started on her shoulder, tracing it’s way down, nails just barely biting into her bare skin as he passed over it, until his digits reached the hand he had been holding before. Twisting it back, he held it so it would hurt, not so much as to snap her bone, or too loose that she could easily escape while remaining on the offensive.
Caspian released the blade, not concerned with whether she still had a grip on it or not. Instead, he caught her wrist, forcing the arm down, so he could get it into a position where twisting it back to join it’s twin would be possible. His hands were large enough to hold both hers at once, if he could get them close enough, and with his zip ties, it wouldn’t be too challenging to get her tied up. It would be disappoint to incapacitate his toy, but her getting a good stab in was unacceptable. There were other ways to play with her, once he took away an lethal danger. He could always untie her if it proved to be less entertaining. Now, all he had to do was get her hand down and back, to join it’s partner.
Victoria knew she couldn’t actually kill anyone, but she wasn’t really pleased that her attempt to scare him ended up making him laugh. He fucking laughed. She growled in annoyance when he grasped the blade. Stupid little thing was useless and the only reason she made any attempt to hold onto it was because she didn’t want him to get it. That wouldn’t be the best idea, letting her captor get the weapon. Though he didn’t seem to be too concerned about getting rid of her. Which only annoyed her more.
A quick intake of breath, cut off by her biting down on her lip was the only sound she made at the touch. That wasn't threatening, at all. And seemed to reassure that he wasn’t planning on killing her. Maybe scaring her, but she wasn’t really afraid. She’d been startled but she’d have to be a lot more. She did wince a bit at the sudden pain in her wrist, but she erased that from her face and gave him a rather unimpressed look. Digging her nails into his hand.
Victoria resisted his attempt to push her arm downward and instead a quick glance down told him where his feet were and she was able to bring her boot down on his foot. Ready to yank her hands away should it distract him enough. Or step away, anything to get out of his grasp.
A feral grin crossed his lips as the girl emitted a squeal of surprise. Inciting fear sent adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was a feeling of power, superiority, a rush. Usually, if he did scare people, it was through his shock art, the death defying stunts he performed causing people to fear for their lives and his. But this, this was a different kind of thing. The fear triggered a fight or flight instinct. They were in a dark room, and the woman hadn’t seen him coming. Of course she was afraid.
But his mirth only increased when he saw something unexpected in the girl. She didn’t struggle and try to flee, instead pulling a blade on him. A sound disturbingly similar to a purr escaped his lips when the metal glinted and caught his eye, approaching his face, and he danced out of the girl’s reach. He did let go of her wrist, like she asked, but sliding himself behind her, he caught hold of the back of her shirt, tugging her back against him.
“Oh?” he breathed by her ear, pulling her back so she was pressed against him, letting go of her shirt to slip a hand around her waist, not caring if she cut him. It would only make the experience more thrilling. Catching the wrist of her free hand in his, his, he used his free hand to pull one of the zip ties out his pocket. “But that’s no fun.”
She tried not to let the surprise show on her face at whatever the noise was when she pulled out the knife, but she hadn’t been expecting that. Anger? Maybe. Fear? Sure. Pleasure? Not quite. But that was what it sounded like to her. He was an odd on and she was stuck between wanting to knock his lights out, getting out of there, or waiting to see where this odd encounter went. Because unless he’d just hit 911, then he hadn’t had time to cal the police. She was barely through the door before he was out here.
And perhaps when he released her she should have just ran. It would have been safer. More intelligent perhaps, but her fight or flight response clearly wasn’t flight. And she tried to spin to face him when he moved behind her but he had her pulled flush against him, her breath caught in surprised. She had to admit, this was not what she expected getting caught would be like.
Then he captured her hand again, and she wasn’t sure where this was going. Was he just playing with her? That just pissed her off. She did the playing, she wasn’t the toy. She was done playing games and though the knife was small, perhaps he didn’t think she’d use it. So she proved that theory wrong with a quick slice of the hand that held her waist. Attempting to free herself from his grasp in the process, or at the very least face him. She didn’t like having him behind her, and she definitely wasn’t about to let him get a hold on her hand with the knife, so she kept that out away from her body enough that he couldn’t grab it without letting her go in some manner.
#misterssamuels#Caspian#XD #You need to sleep more!! #Alright so to me it sounds like he's got three hands up there #XD Just so you know #I'm probably reading it wrong but it's a funny mental image #// Another thing: #Victoria's thought process can pretty much be summed up as #''I'm not sure if I should pissed off #or turned on'' #t:Not Quite Breaking And Entering
Adrian hadn’t even tried that night, leaving the body perfectly open for Caspian’s pleasure, a chance he’d seized immediately. Most nights when they were stuck doing inventory, he was the one to give up control, not finding it worth fighting for. But Caspian had found himself in total control, and even if it was only control to do something mundane. It was so rare that there wasn’t some part of him resisting, obeying Adrian, that he relished the opportunity to do his own thing. Even if it was just unpacking boxed, all by himself.
But of course Caspian had gotten fed up with the chore, and hours later he found himself still in the salon. He’d found a bunch of plastic zip-ties in the back room, and found himself fascinated by those. It was a bit of a struggle to get them onto his own wrists, so he could figure out how to break free, but it was worth it, in his mind. So much better than inventory. The lights in the front half of the store had gone off on a timer, at some point, something he hadn’t noticed, to fixated on perfecting his technique for breaking free. He only noticed that something was out of place when he heard faint footfalls, and pocketing a handful of the ties, he silently moved towards the source of the noise, silent in his sneakers.
It didn’t take long for his eyes to adjust in the semidarkness, and when they did, he saw a girl there. A grin creeped onto his features, and moving to stand behind her, moving noiselessly, he grabbed one of her wrists, pulling her away from the direction she was headed in, the cash register, “Hello there~”
Victoria heard a creek, but sliding her eyes that way she spotted nothing. Not wanting to let herself startle too easily, despite feeling a bit more jumpy than usual she continued on her way. Well, that is until a hand closed around her wrist and yanked her back. A yelp passed her lips before she could suppress it. Then again, that was logical for someone who’d just been grabbed in a dark room.
What she should have done, was played innocent. Sorry sir! I didn’t mean to sir! The door was open, I was just trying to make sure no one was here! Or are you a thief too? I won’t tell if you won’t tell. Or maybe even realized that if he worked here, he should have called the police. Not faced her himself. That he should have… not looked like he was about to either fuck her or kill her, she couldn’t quite tell which with the look he gave her.
But instead her temper got the better of her and she went on the offensive. She wasted no time in closing the distance between them, attempting to twist her wrist out of her captor’s grasp while brandishing her knife at him, a threat. “Let mego.” The words were more like a hiss than spoken as she held her weapon mere inches from his face.
Ben hadn’t even been interested in going to the ball. He just voted yes because he know that Cyril didn’t want to go and well, did he need another reason. He liked to annoy his brother, it was something that both him and Russ enjoyed. If annoying Cyril meant dressing up and looking nice for a couple hours, then so be it. Besides, he didn’t look all that bad all dressed up, in fact one could even say that he cleaned up well. He did look good too, he wouldn’t say that he didn’t, that’d be a lie, he just didn’t spend much time caring about it.
He continued to wander around for a few minutes before moving towards the front to get his jacket. His brothers wouldn’t notice if he left and even if they did notice he wouldn’t care. He’d come and shown his face, spoken quickly with a few people, that was more than enough in his opinion. Instead of waiting around for Russ to be ready to go home, he’s just pull his jacket on and make his way out. He’d gotten arm through his sleeve before the shaking started. His brow furrowed as he looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. The shaking grew worse as rubble started to fall form the ceiling, he stumbled against the nearest wall and slid to the ground, covering his head as he went. When the shaking stopped he slowly stood up, watching as the dust settled and he regained his balance. He carefully brushed dust from his suit jacket as he finished putting it on and started to look around. He wasn’t worried about his brothers, they could take care of himself, but before getting himself out of the building he figured that he might as well make sure that everyone else was okay as well.
His feet crunched over the fallen things, broken glass and pieces from the chandler. It didn’t take much searching before his eyes fell on a girl that didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon. He walked over slowly and crouched beside her, carefully putting a hand on her shoulder, she was breathing which meant she wasn’t dead, but there was clearly something wrong. “Hey.” His voice was gruff as usual as he gave her a slight shake. “You need help?”
She didn’t feel the ground shake again, and was debating actually moving, though her ankle was twisted and hurt, she wasn’t sure if she could bend to get the boot off well enough in this dress. Well unless she wanted to flash someone. But then next thing she knew she was being shaken. It wasn't that bad, it was annoying though and she hissed. Great thing to do after an earthquake.
“Touch me again and you’ll lose that hand.” She groaned, rolling to sit up, her legs to the side, though lady like in appearance, it was because she dare not move her leg too much and doing it like she did already caused her to wince. “I’m fine.” She didn’t accept help easily, especially from someone who sounded like he’d rather bury her under this stuff than help her out. Then again, she didn’t know him but she wasn’t really thrilled at any of this anyway.
She sighed, the boots went up to her thighs, she’d either need to unlace them, or stand. Standing would be easier as she could just slip it off and be done. But unlacing would take time. She tried to stand but the thin heel of the boot and her injured ankle had other ideas and she ended up half sitting on the floor, her uninjured leg bent beneath her to keep the weight off the other. She ran her hand through her hair. Fuck this shit. She thought, though voiced nothing since her realization that she wasn’t alone.
Zyra nodded, picking up her tea and taking a satisfying sip. Zyra had been desperate as a child. Never homeless, no, and though she had stolen it hadn’t been nearly as much. Mostly it was shoplifting and the likes, which she was quick to find was easy. But, perhaps, she would have gotten into less trouble with someone to back her up. Victoria seemed to trust them, and while Zyra approved of Oliver, the rest were still a mystery to her. They had better look out for her..
“I know,” she hummed, putting down her cup again and cutting her breakfast once more. “But a mother is allowed to worry. Besides, we never seem to have the time for casual chatter. Besides your, for a lack of better words, ‘job’, how are you doing?”
Victoria had learned well from her mother and wasn’t easy to trust but the crew had earned her trust. They could easily have let her get caught. Especially Francis. He’d already saved her ass once, and though she wasn’t the best at showing it she was grateful for that. They’d earned her trust. That was enough for her.
She ate as she listened to her mother speak. Taking a sip of her coffee she held it in her fingers a moment, letting it warm them. “I’m not complaining.” She smiled. “Just trying to ease your worry a bit, that’s all.” She sipped her coffee again before answering Zyra’s other question. “Good, I guess. Getting better with guitar. I think at least.”
“Thank you,” Lily replied, taking a seat happily. “Pardon me, but I don’t really know anyone here and everywhere else is so crowded.” She explained, looking around at the overly crowded tables. Everyone seemed so excited to dance. Perhaps Lily would feel more inclined to join in if the music wasn’t slow, and if the food wasn’t so tempting. “I’m Lily, by the way. The food looks so good.” She breathed in deeply, unsure on what to try first, oblivious to the others desire for Lily to keep quiet.
Victoria gave the woman a rather flat annoyed stared. Though she didn’t even seen to be looking at her Victoria wasn’t quite willing to give up the one seat that wasn’t crowded or too close to the dance floor. Even if chatty cathy here was sitting with her. She sighed when the woman introduced herself. Biting back a rude remark if only because she knew the food was good, and it was free and she didn’t want to get kicked out. “I’m Victoria. It does look good.” It was flat and rather unenthusiastic, but it wasn’t rude. That was better than she expected.
“Oh, I was heading there myself, do you mind if I walk along with you?” Quinn asked the girl with a smile. It was the truth, she had been heading there. She was getting pretty hungry and Granny’s diner sounded perfect. Her food was always so good, and not anything fancy just good ol’ comfort food.
“Uh.. No. I guess not.” She offered a smile to her. It was nervous but not false like so many others. She just wasn’t used to smiling or being really friendly around new people. She wasn’t the best people person. That much was certain.
He thought back to what he currently had, more than enough to get him through the week. Besides it only seemed fair to give her some time to get the money together.”Nah, pick ups is fine. And two days would be fine. I don’t like taking personal information from my clients.” It would make it more likely that someone wouldn’t come after him if he didn’t know much. Also he couldn’t give information that he didn’t have. “Damien… but you already knew that.”
“I did know that.” She nodded with a slight smile at him. Rita had mentioned that much so she knew who she’d be looking for. “Alright so… that’s it? I’ll be back in two days then?” She was content with not giving information, if anyone did come after him it meant he wouldn’t know hwere to find her. And that worked out well for her.
Another eye roll was Nigel’s only response to his sister’s words. He wasn’t scared of her, maybe she wanted him to be, but he wasn’t. After all, she was still younger than him and he could hopefully stop her from doing anything that she tried to do him. Maybe not when he was younger, but things were different now, plus he was taller. That helped quite a bit. Nigel just sighed at her and took his wallet back, “Victoria…” He started before trailing off and shaking his head. “Whatever, you know my number if you end up in jail.” He shrugged while continuing his walking and shaking his head as he did.
“You shouldn’t go all day without eating, it’s actually really bad for you.” He told her while walking towards the nearest cafe and holding the door open for her when he was close enough. “Your body just holds the fat from you last meal, which is why it’s such a bad way to try and lose weight, so many people try it and it fails more often than not."
She smirked at him, she knew she could take him. If only because she’d dropped men bigger than him if they tried to grab her, or wouldn’t leave her alone. Younger or not, she thought she was stronger, not that she’d wrestled her brother in a while, she wasn’t remotely afraid of him. She chuckled when he chided her about taking his wallet. "You’d bail me out? How sweet.” She grinned and followed after him. “You should keep your wallet in a less obvious place… by the way. I won’t steal it, but I doubt I’m the only pickpocket in town.”
“Yeah well– there was nothing at the house. And I didn’t have money. Food isn’t really something I can pocket easily, I’m not shoving a danish in my pocket. Thanks but no thanks.” She sighed. “I know why it’s a bad idea, I just didn’t have a choice.” She looked away, Nigel might be okay asking their father for money but Victoria definitely wasn’t.
“You’re welcome any time you know. It’s always nice to see someone different stopping by.” Nadia smiled brightly at the girl, knowing full well that the chances of her stopping by more often were more than a little rare. Simon had told her more than enough about the situation, but it wasn’t going to stop her from trying to make the girl feel just a little more welcome. Nadia was about to hand the ID back to the girl before she heard Victoria’s words. Her demeanor changed ever so slightly as she looked up at the girl. “Oh am I lucky? I never would have known. Here I thought that working of the only honest working person here was unlucky.” The words were out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying, and a fake smile instantly came over her face. “Just remember that I can’t allow hostile people any farther from here, so maybe we should check the attitude a bit.” She slid the ID across her desk and back to the girl, still smiling, “Please… Have a great visit. Be sure to let me know when you leave. I need to know who’s in the building and what not."
"Is it? I figured you’d get a fuckton of morons trying to show off non-existent musical talent.” That actually wasn’t meant to annoy Nadia, it was a honest question. She figured there were a lot of people who wanted to get a record deal. One who thought they could sing, when they really couldn’t. She raised a brow at the woman, was she insulting her father? Did she expect Victoria to care that she wasn’t fond of her sperm donor? Victoria nearly laughed at that idea. Zyra might ‘love’ him but Victoria probably disliked the man more than the other woman did. She stared at the woman. “Who do you think is going to stop me? Really.. Do you think anyone is going to go against Saxon? Yeah. I thought not.” She didn’t think Simon would actually kick her out either. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” She gave a salute, certainly not meant to respect the woman, before she walked off. She knew the general direction of his office, and would wait there if he wasn’t in. She didn’t really care.