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[Dodger always sort of assumes he's going to be the first one making moves... in general, but especially with women. He's intimidating, he's covered in tattoos and scars, and he's slowly building up the same reputation he had back home as someone who is actively dangerous to keep around. If nothing else, it means when he wants to be left alone he tends to get that.
And he had been content to just soak by himself. But he also doesn't see any reason to stop Bella from approaching him and whispering into his ear. He's quiet at first, just... looking bemused, trying to decide if he heard her right. Or if she somehow mistook him for someone she knows. After a moment he turns to look at her, because... maybe she didn't see the scars properly. She didn't approach from his blind side (that would have been worse) so she must have seen them, but...????]
Sure. It's not actually that difficult if you can keep a straight face.
[He speaks slowly and carefully, like he's expecting this to be a trap. But... he's tentatively reaching a hand down to hover near her thigh. He's still got his wrist bandages on in the bath - he can dry them off easily enough after, and he does not want people seeing what's underneath them. But he is aware that they're a statement on their own.]
[ If anything, the scars and tattoos are what marked him out as a likely option. He has the same carriage of violence that several of her customers do. In her experience, people -- men, especially -- who collect wounds and project menace are less inclined to follow rules, and more susceptible to things that would benefit them. Money, sex, or ideally, both.
She gives him an impish smile, reaching under the water to trail her fingers up his thigh. Though she notices that he's reaching for her in turn, she doesn't react much. The rules don't seem to require that both parties get off, after all. Wouldn't be the first time in the last six months that she went without reciprocation. ]
And how's your deadpan? [ Her hand drifts higher, to the join of thigh and hip. ] Ever play poker?
[He is decidedly not good at it, but he's also been cross-faded most of the times he's played. It's just something to keep his hands busy while chattering with the other lieutenants in Augustine's gang. A poker face, though... he really can't keep his expressions off his face, he's a dogshit liar, but he isn't about to tell her that. What a waste of female attention.
She isn't reacting to the reach, but... the important thing is that she's not pushing him away. So he makes contact, sliding his hand slowly along her inner thigh, giving her some time to react before his fingers start ghosting over her folds.]
[ The fact that her surprise is visible -- raised eyebrows, a rapid blink -- when he touches her might not be the best sign. But she gets it under control with a breath, in through the nose and out in a chuckle. ]
I can play an okay hand of poker. How I do with your hand, that's a little bit up to you, isn't it.
[An even playing field, then. Neither of them are going to be good at this, but they're ready and willing. That, by itself, is more than he's gotten from a woman in years.
There's a little more trepidation in his expression when he glances over to her again, still just... feeling along her cunt, slowly using more pressure and seeking out a spot that gets a reaction from her.]
...Wouldn't mind some pointers. We don't get anything until one of us goes over the edge. So we should double our chances of getting there fast.
[She's earned some honesty. It's the least he can do, if it means she might be willing to keep coming back for him.]
Mmm. Anything that'd get me there that fast would be a little too obvious, I think.
[ Nevertheless, she shifts closer to him, slinging her free arm over the edge of the pool for balance. Tucking one foot up on the bench lets her spread her knees and angle her hips towards his hand, while hers makes its way over his hip to his cock.
He's right that moving quickly will be to their benefit, she reasons, so she wraps her hand around him and starts to tease her thumb over his slit. Moving too fast will give them away, though, so she keeps the movements of her hand small and focused. ]
[The attention to his slit has Dodger's cheeks turning pink, and he shivers a bit before he can get himself under control. And maybe that means that there's some level of vengefulness in the way his fingers press inside of her, curling back to try and do... something, he knows there's a spot in here that women like. If only cunts weren't unknowable puzzle boxes.
After a moment, his skin starts to heat up. Warm like a heating pad, warm enough to clearly not be from the water, mostly just seeing if that helps.]
...if I come before you, I've got no reason to get you off.
[He still will, he just... feels like it suits his image more to be selfish.]
[ She inhales through her nose, long and slow, eyelashes fluttering slightly, when he pushes into her. ]
I'm not -- oh. Um--
[ It takes her several seconds to interpret that sudden increase in warmth, and to trace it back to its source. When she inhales again, it's a little shakier. ]
[He blinks. Right, he... doesn't fucking know this woman, doesn't know if she's human, doesn't know if she has any experience with non-humans.]
Yeah. It is.
[That shake in her breath is... good? It doesn't sound like fear. She hasn't jumped away yet. So he keeps moving, spreading his fingers apart experimentally and shifting to move them in a little deeper.]
[ The look she gives him, even as he presses inside her, and as she squeezes his cock a little tighter, is a complicated one, layered with both wonder and calculation. Maybe there are ways to get her worked up more quickly, that won't be as obvious as her initial thought of put your hand on my throat. ]
How much hotter? Not in me, [ she adds hastily. She drops her free hand under the water and nudges his, guiding his fingers out of her cunt and over to rest on her inner thigh. ] How much hotter?
[Dodger follows her guidance, squeezing her thigh gently and letting his hand heat up a bit further. He's careful not to get hot enough to burn, but the water around her is also starting to heat up a bit as it saps the warmth away from him.]
Hot enough to melt metal. So if you want me to burn you, I can.
[His gaze is scanning over her face, gathering whatever he can. Definitely new to this - human, maybe not even from a world with superhumans. It's hard to throw a rock in those worlds without hitting a firestarter, it seems. But she's scrappy, if he's reading all that correctly.]
[ Bella licks her lips unconsciously, then catches her lower lip between her teeth as she takes in the gathering heat. It feels good, relaxing, even as she considers the possibility of pain. In Dodger's lap, her hand keeps up a steady, not-too-fast rhythm on his cock. ]
[Dodger's fingers dig lightly into Bella's thigh, just to stop himself from warming up the surround water too much. He concentrates the heat on his fingertips, creating just enough heat to leave angry red marks on her skin. And immediately after, pulling back the heat and massaging that spot harshly enough to drive in the pain.
It's no worse than he tends to do by accident during sex. So there's something expectant in his gaze, or... hopeful, that she's into it.]
[ Pain flashes against her skin, making Bella's thigh twitch automatically and her breath catch. Her hand clenches around Dodger's cock. Immediately, though, she goes still, controlling her breathing to try and avoid drawing attention to what's happening. ]
Fuck ...
[ Her pupils have gone wide and dark. The pink flush of her skin from the hot water deepens a little on her chest and cheeks. Unseen -- but very felt from her perspective -- wetness seeps between her folds. ]
[Oh. Not just into it, but very into it. Dodger's eyes sharpen, and his cock twitches sharply enough to move her hand along with it. Fuck, what he wouldn't give to just drag her onto his lap...]
Slow your hand down.
[Dodger's voice has dropped down to something low, growling and conspiratorial. His own hand moves back to her cunt, leaving a trail of heat where his fingers slide along her thigh, until he presses them back inside of her. There's no more skill here than before, but there's more purpose. And he can use that heat to compensate.]
I'm gonna get you off first, and once we get that payout we can go back to your room, get some more freedom of movement. How's that sound?
[ This wasn't the plan. It isn't that anything has gone wrong, but she has to take a moment to ignore the sensations and think. She'd approached with the intention of getting a man off, earning a quick and easy payout, and going on her way. Reciprocation, while not unwelcome, changes the dynamic. Going back to a room for a longer encounter changes it even more. There aren't any additional chips in it for either of them, are there? Did she miss something in the initial explanations? She doesn't think so.
But there are benefits to having some good encounters with people early on. She can see that he's got one of those suit tattoos, which means he's not a newcomer like her. He might know more about the way the place works. An enjoyable fuck -- and he does seem excited by the prospect -- should leave him well-disposed towards her. ]
Sounds like a plan, hot stuff.
[ She reaches for his hand again, this time to give him a little guidance between her legs, shifting her hips so that he can press his palm over her clit. That makes her sigh contentedly, makes her muscles squeeze around his fingers. ]
Felt like you liked doing that almost as much as I liked feeling it, [ she adds, voice low, and gives him a long, slow stroke. ]
[Hot stuff. He likes that. And the guidance he's getting for where to touch her... he's following it as best as he can, and it seems like it's working. Some part of him is starting to wonder if he's just dreaming this, but... fuck it, who cares. Either she sticks around or she doesn't, but he's not going to waste any time thinking when he could be focusing on her.
That stroke earns a shiver, and a twitch of his fingers that might betray some of the inhuman strength he's holding back.]
I liked watching your face when you got hurt.
[He also liked hurting her, it feels good to purposefully let his heat loose. But he's speaking carefully, still hesitant to fully commit to whatever's rolling around in his head.]
Negotiable, [ she says, on another sigh and a smile. Her eyes are drifting half-shut, losing focus as she pays attention to his hand and the slow build of pleasure in her belly. ] Wouldn't want you burning my clit off, though. I'm still using it.
[Even if.. the thought comes with a rising, mild headache. A warning from the cosmos that if he thinks too hard about it, he'll get a memory bleed. Dodger pushes it away as quickly as he can, and refocuses his efforts on Bella, only giving himself away with a brief furrow of his brow.]
I can handle a belt. And I don't have knives on hand but I bet we could get creative.
[Worst case scenario he could snap his sword in half, but then he'd have to explain to Henry why he needs it repaired... Damn the lack of weapons around here.
Her reaction is making him a little bolder, though, so he leans closer to growl against her ear.]
The important part, is that I'm going to make you bleed for me.
[ Muscles clench around his fingers. Her teeth catch her lower lip again, hard, before she can make an incriminating sound. Incriminating to the attendants, that is. That ship has sailed when it comes to her new friend, she's pretty sure, with her body making itself clearer and clearer every time he says something dangerous.
But then, as far as that goes, she left safe waters a long time ago, didn't she? All the way back in that paper-clogged office in Iron City. And even that was rough and rocky, as shorelines go.
She pushes the thought out of her head for the moment. Hot stuff's hand and the lingering sting of the burn on her thigh weave with the rumble of his voice to send shivers through her. It's hard to stay still enough to avoid detection when she wants so badly to ride his hand to a rough, fast orgasm. ]
Tell me what else. Are you going to make me come for you? Tell me how.
[He ends up watching her curiously. The closest he's gotten this reaction was asking John to shapeshift, and he just... isn't used to seeing a woman react so strongly to him. He's had a girlfriend, yes, but... well, he knows he did something wrong there. The sex was the least of the issues.
But. Right, he's supposed to be in control of this. And he still barely knows what he's doing, so he's just... falling back on actual things he's done without consent, figuring he can always backtrack if he finds a limit.]
I'm going to tie your arms up out of the way with my belt. I'm going to leave burns on the backs on your legs, and on your ass cheeks. I want you to feel them while I'm fucking you. And I'm gonna be choking you out when I drive you over the edge.
[While he talks, his fingers speed up a bit, trying to make up for the fact that she can't really shift around too much. Chasing whatever seems to excite her, and figuring if she gets off soon then they won't have to worry about someone looking over at them.]
[ Her breath catches harshly, in something that contains both alarm and intense arousal. ]
Shit, [ she hisses, ] you sweet-talk all the girls like that? Oh, just like that--
[ She closes her eyes tighter, deliberately tensing. The handjob she was giving him is abandoned at this point; her hand moves over to grip his thigh instead, while her other keeps pressing his palm against herself. A little more. If she holds her breath--
There. The tension goes out of her in a soft whine and a judder as her pleasure crests. It isn't the strongest orgasm she's ever had, but it gets the job done. No extra points for drama, after all. Her cunt clenches around Dodger's fingers before she relaxes with a sigh. ]
[She gets no answer from him - the honest answer makes him sound like a lunatic, and he's making that clear enough as it is. It barely matters anyway, because his focus is all on the way her body clenches around him, and that little whine that came just before it. That- okay, when he'd had John shapeshift he'd felt the same thing, is this what it's supposed to be like...???
He's just. Not going to think about how novel this is. Or that even that subdued orgasm was more clearly genuine than anything he got out of his ex-girlfriend. It's fine, he's fine, he's not going to examine that at all.]
...Fuck, you're hot...
[He pulls his fingers out, glancing around toward the staff... cool, they're in the clear. Seems they're busy admonishing someone else for trying to same thing.]
I'm Dodger. It's, uh... a pleasure.
[Feels like he should have introduced himself sooner...]
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And he had been content to just soak by himself. But he also doesn't see any reason to stop Bella from approaching him and whispering into his ear. He's quiet at first, just... looking bemused, trying to decide if he heard her right. Or if she somehow mistook him for someone she knows. After a moment he turns to look at her, because... maybe she didn't see the scars properly. She didn't approach from his blind side (that would have been worse) so she must have seen them, but...????]
Sure. It's not actually that difficult if you can keep a straight face.
[He speaks slowly and carefully, like he's expecting this to be a trap. But... he's tentatively reaching a hand down to hover near her thigh. He's still got his wrist bandages on in the bath - he can dry them off easily enough after, and he does not want people seeing what's underneath them. But he is aware that they're a statement on their own.]
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She gives him an impish smile, reaching under the water to trail her fingers up his thigh. Though she notices that he's reaching for her in turn, she doesn't react much. The rules don't seem to require that both parties get off, after all. Wouldn't be the first time in the last six months that she went without reciprocation. ]
And how's your deadpan? [ Her hand drifts higher, to the join of thigh and hip. ] Ever play poker?
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I have, yeah. Even win sometimes.
[He is decidedly not good at it, but he's also been cross-faded most of the times he's played. It's just something to keep his hands busy while chattering with the other lieutenants in Augustine's gang. A poker face, though... he really can't keep his expressions off his face, he's a dogshit liar, but he isn't about to tell her that. What a waste of female attention.
She isn't reacting to the reach, but... the important thing is that she's not pushing him away. So he makes contact, sliding his hand slowly along her inner thigh, giving her some time to react before his fingers start ghosting over her folds.]
What about you, think you can manage it?
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I can play an okay hand of poker. How I do with your hand, that's a little bit up to you, isn't it.
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There's a little more trepidation in his expression when he glances over to her again, still just... feeling along her cunt, slowly using more pressure and seeking out a spot that gets a reaction from her.]
...Wouldn't mind some pointers. We don't get anything until one of us goes over the edge. So we should double our chances of getting there fast.
[She's earned some honesty. It's the least he can do, if it means she might be willing to keep coming back for him.]
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[ Nevertheless, she shifts closer to him, slinging her free arm over the edge of the pool for balance. Tucking one foot up on the bench lets her spread her knees and angle her hips towards his hand, while hers makes its way over his hip to his cock.
He's right that moving quickly will be to their benefit, she reasons, so she wraps her hand around him and starts to tease her thumb over his slit. Moving too fast will give them away, though, so she keeps the movements of her hand small and focused. ]
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[The attention to his slit has Dodger's cheeks turning pink, and he shivers a bit before he can get himself under control. And maybe that means that there's some level of vengefulness in the way his fingers press inside of her, curling back to try and do... something, he knows there's a spot in here that women like. If only cunts weren't unknowable puzzle boxes.
After a moment, his skin starts to heat up. Warm like a heating pad, warm enough to clearly not be from the water, mostly just seeing if that helps.]
...if I come before you, I've got no reason to get you off.
[He still will, he just... feels like it suits his image more to be selfish.]
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I'm not -- oh. Um--
[ It takes her several seconds to interpret that sudden increase in warmth, and to trace it back to its source. When she inhales again, it's a little shakier. ]
Is that you? Are you -- is that you?
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Yeah. It is.
[That shake in her breath is... good? It doesn't sound like fear. She hasn't jumped away yet. So he keeps moving, spreading his fingers apart experimentally and shifting to move them in a little deeper.]
It can go hotter. If you want.
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[ The look she gives him, even as he presses inside her, and as she squeezes his cock a little tighter, is a complicated one, layered with both wonder and calculation. Maybe there are ways to get her worked up more quickly, that won't be as obvious as her initial thought of put your hand on my throat. ]
How much hotter? Not in me, [ she adds hastily. She drops her free hand under the water and nudges his, guiding his fingers out of her cunt and over to rest on her inner thigh. ] How much hotter?
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Hot enough to melt metal. So if you want me to burn you, I can.
[His gaze is scanning over her face, gathering whatever he can. Definitely new to this - human, maybe not even from a world with superhumans. It's hard to throw a rock in those worlds without hitting a firestarter, it seems. But she's scrappy, if he's reading all that correctly.]
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Just a little one. A taste.
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[Dodger's fingers dig lightly into Bella's thigh, just to stop himself from warming up the surround water too much. He concentrates the heat on his fingertips, creating just enough heat to leave angry red marks on her skin. And immediately after, pulling back the heat and massaging that spot harshly enough to drive in the pain.
It's no worse than he tends to do by accident during sex. So there's something expectant in his gaze, or... hopeful, that she's into it.]
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Fuck ...
[ Her pupils have gone wide and dark. The pink flush of her skin from the hot water deepens a little on her chest and cheeks. Unseen -- but very felt from her perspective -- wetness seeps between her folds. ]
That -- mm. Good taste.
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Slow your hand down.
[Dodger's voice has dropped down to something low, growling and conspiratorial. His own hand moves back to her cunt, leaving a trail of heat where his fingers slide along her thigh, until he presses them back inside of her. There's no more skill here than before, but there's more purpose. And he can use that heat to compensate.]
I'm gonna get you off first, and once we get that payout we can go back to your room, get some more freedom of movement. How's that sound?
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But there are benefits to having some good encounters with people early on. She can see that he's got one of those suit tattoos, which means he's not a newcomer like her. He might know more about the way the place works. An enjoyable fuck -- and he does seem excited by the prospect -- should leave him well-disposed towards her. ]
Sounds like a plan, hot stuff.
[ She reaches for his hand again, this time to give him a little guidance between her legs, shifting her hips so that he can press his palm over her clit. That makes her sigh contentedly, makes her muscles squeeze around his fingers. ]
Felt like you liked doing that almost as much as I liked feeling it, [ she adds, voice low, and gives him a long, slow stroke. ]
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That stroke earns a shiver, and a twitch of his fingers that might betray some of the inhuman strength he's holding back.]
I liked watching your face when you got hurt.
[He also liked hurting her, it feels good to purposefully let his heat loose. But he's speaking carefully, still hesitant to fully commit to whatever's rolling around in his head.]
Is it just burns, or... what's your limit?
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I'll keep that in mind.
[Even if.. the thought comes with a rising, mild headache. A warning from the cosmos that if he thinks too hard about it, he'll get a memory bleed. Dodger pushes it away as quickly as he can, and refocuses his efforts on Bella, only giving himself away with a brief furrow of his brow.]
...Anything else you're after? Bites, bruises, cuts, whips...?
[Yeah maybe there's some anticipation in his voice. Don't worry about it.]
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Have you got all that on offer? Do you know how to handle a whip?
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I can handle a belt. And I don't have knives on hand but I bet we could get creative.
[Worst case scenario he could snap his sword in half, but then he'd have to explain to Henry why he needs it repaired... Damn the lack of weapons around here.
Her reaction is making him a little bolder, though, so he leans closer to growl against her ear.]
The important part, is that I'm going to make you bleed for me.
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But then, as far as that goes, she left safe waters a long time ago, didn't she? All the way back in that paper-clogged office in Iron City. And even that was rough and rocky, as shorelines go.
She pushes the thought out of her head for the moment. Hot stuff's hand and the lingering sting of the burn on her thigh weave with the rumble of his voice to send shivers through her. It's hard to stay still enough to avoid detection when she wants so badly to ride his hand to a rough, fast orgasm. ]
Tell me what else. Are you going to make me come for you? Tell me how.
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But. Right, he's supposed to be in control of this. And he still barely knows what he's doing, so he's just... falling back on actual things he's done without consent, figuring he can always backtrack if he finds a limit.]
I'm going to tie your arms up out of the way with my belt. I'm going to leave burns on the backs on your legs, and on your ass cheeks. I want you to feel them while I'm fucking you. And I'm gonna be choking you out when I drive you over the edge.
[While he talks, his fingers speed up a bit, trying to make up for the fact that she can't really shift around too much. Chasing whatever seems to excite her, and figuring if she gets off soon then they won't have to worry about someone looking over at them.]
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Shit, [ she hisses, ] you sweet-talk all the girls like that? Oh, just like that--
[ She closes her eyes tighter, deliberately tensing. The handjob she was giving him is abandoned at this point; her hand moves over to grip his thigh instead, while her other keeps pressing his palm against herself. A little more. If she holds her breath--
There. The tension goes out of her in a soft whine and a judder as her pleasure crests. It isn't the strongest orgasm she's ever had, but it gets the job done. No extra points for drama, after all. Her cunt clenches around Dodger's fingers before she relaxes with a sigh. ]
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He's just. Not going to think about how novel this is. Or that even that subdued orgasm was more clearly genuine than anything he got out of his ex-girlfriend. It's fine, he's fine, he's not going to examine that at all.]
...Fuck, you're hot...
[He pulls his fingers out, glancing around toward the staff... cool, they're in the clear. Seems they're busy admonishing someone else for trying to same thing.]
I'm Dodger. It's, uh... a pleasure.
[Feels like he should have introduced himself sooner...]
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