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Blowing off steam
Dec. 3rd, 2009 03:20 am"What is this?"
Pepper halted at the door, staring at the white-haired man who was sitting in her own office chair.
"What is what, Adrien?" Everything was a test of wills with the assassin, a living breathing chess game. At least that's how it seemed on her end. Pepper studied the way he sat, the tilt of his head, the way he held his fingers together to form a steeple. All of these subtle hints would then go into a mental program that would give her clues as to how to respond.
For this? His tone and outraged look told her that he believed her to have done something wrong. So the best response for this situation? Not start out with an apology, that was for certain. That would only serve to bring out the predator within the vampire-cum-bodyguard. And if he was predator? That would, once again, make her prey. And she so did not wish to be seen as prey.
"That, Adrien is my computer desk and that is you sitting at my computer. And why are you sitting at my desk?" She leaned against the wall, spearing a piece of cucumber out of the bowl in her hand with a fork.
He bi-passed the question entirely. "Who is this man, this wants2please that you are writing back and forth with? This man in Paris who thinks he knows you well enough to write such filth about your lips, your thighs?"
Oh. That.
Pepper hadn't meant to be gone for long, and she'd left the screen up while she went out into the kitchen for a snack. The snack turned into lunch, and apparently she was gone longer than she'd thought she would be. Longer than she should have been.
And in the mean time, Adrien had come in and happened to read her open messages. This was a sticky situation oh yes.
"If I had known you had wanted a computer, I'd have made certain that there was one supplied in your contract."
He just stared at her. "Is he a lover, an ex lover perhaps? A dalliance from your vacation in Europe, ma chere?" Adrien's voice had taken on a smooth, dangerous tone as his hands pushed against the arms of the chair and he slowly began to rise.
"What?" The surprise in her voice was both obvious and unfeigned. "My god no!" She was beside him in a moment, leaning over the desk with her short skirt pulling up in the back as she began to type.
"See? He's just some man who found one of my character posts on this adult gaming website I play on." Her fingers sped over the keyboard as she pulled up window after window, and pulled up the character info sheet as well. "This one, see?"
She pointed out the character sheet and the composite female avatar that she used. Red haired, the woman was a Rob Liefield original, a regular rock and roll sex-bomb. With a pistol at her side, she was scantily dressed in white thigh-high boots and outfit of matching leather straps that barely her most important assets. And around her throat? A wide white leather collar with a broken piece of chain swinging down a few inches.
"Out of the blue this guy started writing me, because he liked my character. Well actually he began writing her." A fingernail pointed at the screen, and then she used her mouse to highlight some of the words of the conversation. "See?"
Sure enough, the very first lines of the message, down at the bottom were 'Are you still a fan of phone sex little lynx?'
"So" Pepper turned to her bodyguard and gave shrug and a slow wink in his direction. "She wrote him back."
The vampire sat back, viewing the screen. Staring at the avatar, the character sheet, and then the avatar once more. "And you... you do this?" He asked, a hesitation to his voice.
"Yes, I did. I do. I find it fun, Adrien. Relaxing. A way to blow off steam, sometimes. We all have our ways of dealing with pressure" At that moment she gave him a side glance, then stared back at the screen. "And this is one of mine. So he writes my character. So they become explicit. Sometimes very explicit. So what? It's not me, he'll never know me. It's a fantasy, Adrien. A wild, erotic fantasy. And it keeps me" She paused then, considering her words. "Entertained."
"Very well." Abruptly he was out of the chair, and heading to the door.
"Adrien what-?" She began, turning to watch. But he was gone.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, eased back into the chair and picked up her salad. Holding it close, high on her chest, she speared a piece of lettuce and chewed, considering both the conversation she'd just had, and her upcoming reply to the stranger on the other side of the world who only knew of her through her avatar and user-sheet.
Finally she nodded, and set the bowl aside and began to type. 'Oh yes, I've been watched before. I find it to be a thrill, it brings out the hedonist in me; the sinful side of the lynx.'
Several days later Pepper received another message on the board, again addressed to her Avatar. This one was from someone named 'Senor Amante de la Muerte'. Curious, she opened the message.
Tell me pretty kitten, the message began. 'Why aren't you tucked in bed, pussy cat?"
With a smile, she stretched her arms above her head and began to type.
And in his own suite of rooms, Adrien waited for her to reply.
((Amante de la Muerte = lover of death in Spanish))
Pepper halted at the door, staring at the white-haired man who was sitting in her own office chair.
"What is what, Adrien?" Everything was a test of wills with the assassin, a living breathing chess game. At least that's how it seemed on her end. Pepper studied the way he sat, the tilt of his head, the way he held his fingers together to form a steeple. All of these subtle hints would then go into a mental program that would give her clues as to how to respond.
For this? His tone and outraged look told her that he believed her to have done something wrong. So the best response for this situation? Not start out with an apology, that was for certain. That would only serve to bring out the predator within the vampire-cum-bodyguard. And if he was predator? That would, once again, make her prey. And she so did not wish to be seen as prey.
"That, Adrien is my computer desk and that is you sitting at my computer. And why are you sitting at my desk?" She leaned against the wall, spearing a piece of cucumber out of the bowl in her hand with a fork.
He bi-passed the question entirely. "Who is this man, this wants2please that you are writing back and forth with? This man in Paris who thinks he knows you well enough to write such filth about your lips, your thighs?"
Oh. That.
Pepper hadn't meant to be gone for long, and she'd left the screen up while she went out into the kitchen for a snack. The snack turned into lunch, and apparently she was gone longer than she'd thought she would be. Longer than she should have been.
And in the mean time, Adrien had come in and happened to read her open messages. This was a sticky situation oh yes.
"If I had known you had wanted a computer, I'd have made certain that there was one supplied in your contract."
He just stared at her. "Is he a lover, an ex lover perhaps? A dalliance from your vacation in Europe, ma chere?" Adrien's voice had taken on a smooth, dangerous tone as his hands pushed against the arms of the chair and he slowly began to rise.
"What?" The surprise in her voice was both obvious and unfeigned. "My god no!" She was beside him in a moment, leaning over the desk with her short skirt pulling up in the back as she began to type.
"See? He's just some man who found one of my character posts on this adult gaming website I play on." Her fingers sped over the keyboard as she pulled up window after window, and pulled up the character info sheet as well. "This one, see?"
She pointed out the character sheet and the composite female avatar that she used. Red haired, the woman was a Rob Liefield original, a regular rock and roll sex-bomb. With a pistol at her side, she was scantily dressed in white thigh-high boots and outfit of matching leather straps that barely her most important assets. And around her throat? A wide white leather collar with a broken piece of chain swinging down a few inches.
"Out of the blue this guy started writing me, because he liked my character. Well actually he began writing her." A fingernail pointed at the screen, and then she used her mouse to highlight some of the words of the conversation. "See?"
Sure enough, the very first lines of the message, down at the bottom were 'Are you still a fan of phone sex little lynx?'
"So" Pepper turned to her bodyguard and gave shrug and a slow wink in his direction. "She wrote him back."
The vampire sat back, viewing the screen. Staring at the avatar, the character sheet, and then the avatar once more. "And you... you do this?" He asked, a hesitation to his voice.
"Yes, I did. I do. I find it fun, Adrien. Relaxing. A way to blow off steam, sometimes. We all have our ways of dealing with pressure" At that moment she gave him a side glance, then stared back at the screen. "And this is one of mine. So he writes my character. So they become explicit. Sometimes very explicit. So what? It's not me, he'll never know me. It's a fantasy, Adrien. A wild, erotic fantasy. And it keeps me" She paused then, considering her words. "Entertained."
"Very well." Abruptly he was out of the chair, and heading to the door.
"Adrien what-?" She began, turning to watch. But he was gone.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, eased back into the chair and picked up her salad. Holding it close, high on her chest, she speared a piece of lettuce and chewed, considering both the conversation she'd just had, and her upcoming reply to the stranger on the other side of the world who only knew of her through her avatar and user-sheet.
Finally she nodded, and set the bowl aside and began to type. 'Oh yes, I've been watched before. I find it to be a thrill, it brings out the hedonist in me; the sinful side of the lynx.'
Several days later Pepper received another message on the board, again addressed to her Avatar. This one was from someone named 'Senor Amante de la Muerte'. Curious, she opened the message.
Tell me pretty kitten, the message began. 'Why aren't you tucked in bed, pussy cat?"
With a smile, she stretched her arms above her head and began to type.
And in his own suite of rooms, Adrien waited for her to reply.
((Amante de la Muerte = lover of death in Spanish))
