Corvo is (dishonored) wrote in pathways_log, @ 2021-10-26 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | bioshock: elizabeth comstock, dishonored: corvo attano |
Who: Corvobeth
What: Night visits ;)
When: Late Sept/early Oct
Where: Corvo's
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13
Status: Complete
Corvo had been sleeping uneasily of late, tossing and turning as nightmares of a place with no sky haunted his sleep. He never knew if he was remembering something, or if his subconscious was turning memory into something twisted.
Or maybe the memories were just all twisted up anyway. Even the good dreams, the faces weren’t always the same. Elizabeth twisting passionately underneath him, Jessamine smiling, Jessamine dying, Elizabeth smiling, Elizabeth dying. The passion, the passion was better.
He’d kicked the covers down around his legs, bare chest, scarred.
The rift opened without a sound. Elizabeth peered through it for a moment, warily sticking her head through the hole and taking in the scene. It was incredibly difficult to ignore the rush of blood to her cheeks. The room wasn't hot - nearly everywhere in Vegas had some level of air conditioning. But Corvo certainly was, and though Liz had known that from the beginning? Catching him like this reinforced every single thought and feeling she'd been trying to keep in check.
She knew it was likely that he was a light sleeper, given his profession, and she tried to step through as quietly as she could. The movements brought to mind other universes in other times, where she herself had played a part that was something like a spy. Close enough, in any case. But there was no memory to connect to the 'why' of it yet, and she dashed the thought away as she slunk over to the bed. Some part of her had desperately wanted this, of course. It was why she'd come there in the first place.
But now that he was there, bare chested, in the middle of some very obviously good dreams, and there was nothing to stop her from simply having him? She took a deep breath and let it out, as the thought was just slightly dizzying. It isn't like you're a virgin, Elizabeth. Geeze.
Corvo shifted in bed, brow furrowing as something started to take him out of the dream. Good dreams, bad ones, wants and desires and repressed needs and it was all the same some nights. But he desperately wanted to stay in this one. Elizabeth in his arms, that place with no sky a distant memory.
His senses woke him quickly after that, instinct taking over enough to have his gun pulled out from under his pillow and pointed at the intruder before anything else registered.
Almost immediately his finger went off the trigger, flipped the safety back into place and he pointed the gun at the ceiling, "Elizabeth?"
God, she was beautiful, even just silk pajamas and a tank-top.
Her hands went up as he pointed the gun at her, and she splayed her fingers out so that he could see her hands were empty. The city light coming in through the window splashed across her arm, forcing bits of color to light up the red mark that skated down from her pinky and into her elbow. It shined like fresh blood, but luckily for them both Corvo didn’t shed any that night. Elizabeth let go of her breath, and slowly nodded her head. “It was probably stupid of me to try surprising you like this.”
Corvo almost said something that he wasn't ready to say and Elizabeth probably wasn't ready to hear. Instead, he sat up, the same light making Elizabeth's hand glitter casting a pale glow onto his rugged and scarred chest.
"I don't mind," He replied, turning to set the gun on the table and trying to shed the remnants of the dream.
"Is everything okay?"
“Relative to the entire situation we’re in?” Elizabeth asked, arching a brow. “I don’t know. But I just… wanted to see you.”
She bit her lip and shook her head a bit, trying to also shake off the sudden case of nerves that had come over her when she’d stepped in. “I wanted more than that, actually, and I’m not sure why the thought is suddenly so terrifying. It isn't like they’d catch us here.”
Corvo felt his breath catch in his throat, eyebrows raising slightly as the only obvious reaction he let out. “Always want to see you, Elizabeth. More than I should.”
He was an adult, he could admit that much, “And when I do, it’s so damn hard to ignore how much I want you. And that’s… a little terrifying, if I was going to be honest.”
Wanting her, needing her, “So it’s okay if you’re scared.”
Carefully, adjusting the sheets, he slid to the edge of the bed and then reached out to take her hand. He pulled her in, kissing her knuckles before drawing her down into his lap. He wanted her with an intensity that he hadn’t felt for anyone in years, with an intensity that he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt. The desire was there, the heat and wanting and raw need to touch and taste every inch of her, to pin her down and lose all sense of space and time with her.
And underneath that, emotions and feelings he’d long suppressed and thought he’d never feel again.
A flush fell across her cheeks as his lips made contact with her hand; both due to how romantic the gesture was, and also because of the electric shock that went up her arm. That was the reason. That undeniable current between them, the string that tugged her in his direction that she couldn’t ignore.
It was good to remember it, even though his words - which should have been comforting - just made her mind buzz around with thoughts and questions, doubts and fears.
Elizabeth snuggled in against him, taking in the comfort of how warm he was, the hardness of his muscles, and the scent of him. “I think… I suppose it’s just that the last time I was with someone like this it went a little differently.”
Which was hard to admit. He clearly wanted her. He clearly thought poorly about the person who had led her here, and everything that person had done. No one said it had to go the same way twice. “And I know you’re different, Corvo. But you’ve definitely done this a few more times.”
There was something extraordinary about Elizbeth. A sort of spark, an electricity that ran through her and promised Great Things.
But that wasn't what mattered to Corvo.
He'd been attracted to her the moment he'd seen her. Her skin had looked so soft, she'd still had some amount of wonder at the world but she'd also quickly proven to be smart and cunning.
It was an inappropriate attraction for a variety of reasons but she pushed so many of his buttons that being near her had been a constant struggle to lower the heat he felt. And if he was honest, part of the appeal was a little bit of that inappropriateness.
But it was her heart, and her curiosity and her sense of humor that had turned that from a stalemate to a lost battle. She'd reminded him the world wasn't actually a lost cause.
He slid one of his hands across her cheek and into her hair, the other moving slowly up and down, from hip to just under her arm and back again. Soothingly, and a little teasingly for both of them when his thumb repeatedly brushed the curve of her breast.
"As long as it's with you, it'll be fine. Besides, I know you're a quick learner." And he'd been thinking about all the practice they could do but he was trying to reign it in a little.
“Well…” Elizabeth breathed. It was hard to speak when his touch kept sweeping her breath away like that. “I am a quick learner… I just…”
“He sold me, you know.” Which she knew, he knew. That’s why they had to grasp for every moment they ever had together, why it was they’d waited so long to have what they were sharing right that very moment. Why she’d had to portal here like a thief in the night, hiding her activities in case they were caught.
Because if she was caught, that was the end. So she had to savor this moment. Elizabeth shook her head a bit, though not so hard that it could dislodge the hand that Corvo was running into her hair. “I know you would never do that. But it was my first experience, and the second he had me he threw me away. Every day since I’ve been treated in equal measures like a thing that had value or a thing that was worth nothing at all.”
It was easier to say things like that with his hands on her like that. Strong, but gentle, encouraging but powerful. It was steadying and dizzying, but she relaxed a bit and started running her hands over his bare chest. Idly, her finger began tracing this scar and that.
He’d known. How could he not, with how much effort he had to keep tabs on her? Not in a creepy way, but because that was his job. Only it was far more than his job, and she meant far more to him than any client. Corvo couldn’t even say that it was that she reminded him of Jessamine (in either world).
She was...Elizabeth, with all her quirks and her smarts and her laugh and her quiet intelligence. His breath hitched when she touched his scar, and her words momentarily pushed from his mind some of his more rough desires for her.
Corvo leaned in, kissing the side of Elizabeth’s face, and then her jaw, before whispering in her ear, “Then I’ll treat you however it is you want to be treated, but...”
He pulled his head back and gazed at her. With a rough voice, he said, “I’m yours, do with me as you please.”
Corvo left it in her hands, almost literally. To set the pace, to choose how or what she wanted, or if she even wanted to at all.