Imriel de la Courcel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
delacourcel) wrote2023-03-15 04:14 pm
delacourcel) wrote2023-03-15 04:14 pm
inbox; duplicity
[ Alex hated this. Alex really hated this. It was like they'd seen the deal he'd made with Bruce and decided that wasn't good enough for them. It wasn't good enough for them to throw him at a person of his choosing, no. They had to throw him at some random stranger. Just after taking Michael away. ]
I'd like to start by apologizing. The city has apparently...
[ A slight pause as Alex attempts to put it in way nicer than the brutal truth, but brutal is all he has at the moment. ]
Paired us off.
I'd like to start by apologizing. The city has apparently...
[ A slight pause as Alex attempts to put it in way nicer than the brutal truth, but brutal is all he has at the moment. ]
Paired us off.
Paired us off? I am not quite sure that I follow.
Oh. Graduates have quota every month now just like everyone. Only they give us... Challenges, I guess.
That sounds absolutely awful. I wasn't aware that was such a thing. I am, of course, happy to accommodate you. I hope you don't think I see you as a challenge, though?
Well, by challenge I mean that it's different every time. Last month involved needing costumes. Usually they don't mention specific people.
That's a good thing, then, that they do not usually issue challenges meant for only one person. I would be happy to meet you, though. I do not intend to treat it as a transaction.
I should tell you I'm an outlier in the city. I'm not as...casual with sex as most people are or become. Just the opposite, actually. I usually only sleep with people I love. So it's not a transaction for me, either, but the entire idea makes me uncomfortable.
Then I am doubly sorry to have to do this with you. Do they require one time, one night, how much do they want from you?
[ the message comes through around mid-afternoon. it’s not really a message, per se, but a photograph. caitlin sits on the edge of their bed, reclining back on one elbow. her other arm, obviously, used to hold up her device. her hair is damp, the strands turning wavy as they dry. she bites her lip as she smirks up at the camera. there’s a plush towel wrapped around her loosely, the edge fallen enough to threaten to show one of her pierced nipples. ]
I could be there, if you wanted me to be. Is there a time limit?
Could you give me an hour? I think I could slip away.
I could manage forty-five minutes if I put my back into it. Acceptable to you?
I was teasing. An hour is fine.
Besides, I think I want you to save putting your back into it for later.
Besides, I think I want you to save putting your back into it for later.
I think you're probably right. I'll need it if you have plans for me. Besides, the hour will give you time to think about what I'm going to do to you.
For me to know and you to find out. Get the ropes out, please.
I haven’t used that phrase in years.
Yes, Sir.
Yes, Sir.
( Imriel smiles at his device for a moment before tucking it away and finishing his business at the print shop. He likes his work, naturally, but he wants to be at a different sort of work just now.
He makes his way home quickly and lets himself in, wondering exactly how he'll find Caitlin. Is she on her knees? On the bed? There to greet him at the door? )
Caitlin? I'm home.
He makes his way home quickly and lets himself in, wondering exactly how he'll find Caitlin. Is she on her knees? On the bed? There to greet him at the door? )
Caitlin? I'm home.
[ caitlin’s had an hour to let her imagination run wild with possibilities. imriel always found little ways to surprise her, to identify and initiate things she’d thought of but hadn’t spoken about. and just as she’s had an hour, he has too, though he had some actual work to think about as well. ]
In here! [ she calls out from their bedroom, the door half open. it’s enough to offer some modesty if nathaniel came home before imriel while allowing her to hear and be heard.
she kneels at the foot of the bed, still wrapped in just a towel. (it’s not as if the cold would bother her anyway.) an assortment of ropes is laid out on the bed above her. ]
In here! [ she calls out from their bedroom, the door half open. it’s enough to offer some modesty if nathaniel came home before imriel while allowing her to hear and be heard.
she kneels at the foot of the bed, still wrapped in just a towel. (it’s not as if the cold would bother her anyway.) an assortment of ropes is laid out on the bed above her. ]
( It pleases him to find her kneeling at the foot at the bed, undressed. He hadn't specified anything for her so to know that this is how she intended to offer herself means that they have established certain rules and he is glad for it; some things he doesn't want to discuss every time. )
Perfectly presented. Take off the towel.
Perfectly presented. Take off the towel.
[ she smiles at the praise, her face lighting up with it and the sight of him. anticipation bubbles up inside of her. she unwinds the towel from her body, quickly folding it to set aside. her hands rest in her knees as she gazes up at him.
caitlin loves doing this for him. being prepared and waiting for him. if she were to ever quit crimson, she could see herself spending her days like this. ]
caitlin loves doing this for him. being prepared and waiting for him. if she were to ever quit crimson, she could see herself spending her days like this. ]
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