Conner Reece (reece_con) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-01-20 11:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | day eleven, reece, reece and susanna, susanna |
Questioning the Situation
Characters: Reece and Susanna
Setting: Well after midnight - Susanna's room
Reece had waited until late before he even left his room. Why he wasn’t sure, but maybe he needed this entire meeting to have a certain tone, one that came with the bottle of whiskey in his hand as he leaned against her door frame and knocked. He wasn’t drunk. He’d barely had any, but the bottle meant more than just the booze between them, which was why he had it. Hoping it would spark at least something so he could get the information he wanted.
It was very late, but Susanna was still awake. She’d been going through the journals, studying all the public posts and comparing it with everything she already knew about her fellow inmates. Voting the next day would be tricky - or well, later today, she realized as she looked at the clock. She was half tempted to just vote everyone for the positions they said they didn’t want, but that would be far too much of a bitch move even for her at this point. Besides, she had no idea whether or not the voting would be private. She was trying to play the game, to work toward her freedom, and getting along with the others was a part of that, she was sure.
When the knock sounded at her door, she glanced over at it with a quirked brow. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but it wouldn’t be the first time Ryan had stopped by very late at night without warning. Standing up, she stretched and then went to the door, a slightly sultry smile on her lips as she pulled the door open, not expecting anyone to be on the other side other than Ryan. Only it wasn’t Ryan, and the smile dropped from her lips as her brows furrowed at the sight of Reece standing there. “Reece,” she said, her tone relaying her surprise. “What brings you by?” she asked, finding it odd considering he hadn’t once sought her company out.
The smile was one thing, something he didn’t expect from the moment she opened the door, but then it shifted away and Reece had a better idea of who it was meant for. “Not what you expected hmm?” he asked, holding the bottle out to her. “Thought we could talk.” He gave her a quick once over, nothing too obvious, but with pajamas like she had on, he guessed that was what she wanted and for the moment he was willing to give her what she wanted. “You gonna let me in?”
“No. You’ve never come by before,” she answered honestly, seeing no point in hiding the fact that she’d thought someone else would be on the other side. Reece had set the boundaries between them, and she wouldn’t hesitate to remind him of that. She half considered turning him away, claiming that she was tired or something along those lines, but curiosity won out, and she took a step back, opening the door a little wider. “Please, come in,” she said, waiting until he was inside to close the door. And then, she went back to the computer, leaning against the desk in front of the monitor and facing him. “Talk about what?” she asked, tone light and curious.
“Another thing Ryan does better?” Reece couldn’t help but asking. When she let him in he dropped on her couch, letting his eyes stay on her instead of somewhere else, bottle of whiskey between them on the coffee table. “How you’ve been, how you handled there being no power last night, if things are any better with pretty boy. The usual.”
She gave him a sharp look at the question, her annoyance showing just a bit. “Do not ask questions that you don’t really want answers to,” she advised him, really not wanting to get into comparing the two men. They were very different men, and she couldn’t deny that she was disappointed that Reece seemed to have no desire for her now. “How I’ve been? Do you really care, Reece? Because I truly do not have any desire to be toyed with. I enjoy your company, but you’ve made it abundantly clear that you are not particularly interested in mine,” she said, voice soft and infused with just a touch of hurt. She was pretty certain that the only reason he’d even let her kiss him the other night was because they’d been drinking. “As for during the power outage, I was just fine. I wasn’t alone,” she said with just the smallest stubborn tilt of her head.
He watched her for a long moment before getting up, moving closer. It was the job, for the job, but really, he hated that sense that she was dangling Ryan over him, and maybe...maybe he was a little tired of going around in circles, waiting on Mojo. And it was easy, easy to invade her space, one hand on either side of her on the desk, leaning over her. “Maybe I do want to know. I never said I wasn’t interested in your company, I said wasn’t going to play games. To be baited along like some toy. I don’t play nice with others.” He watched her for a long moment, studying her features. “Who were you with?”
Her eyes didn’t leave him even as he got up and moved in on her space. She would be lying if she said he didn’t affect her, but she did her best not to let it show, merely raising an eyebrow at him. “And I haven’t been playing games,” she pointed out, though she had no desire to get in a debate with him about it. At his question, she just stared at him as if mentally questioning why he was even asking. Shouldn’t it be obvious who she’d been with? “Do you really need to ask? Especially since knowing that I was with him isn’t likely to please you any,” she finally said softly.
“You doll, are always playing games,” Reece said shaking his head a little bit. She wasn’t giving him what he really needed and he hated it. “All night?”
She frowned at that, wondering just what games he thought she was playing, doubting that he had any true concept of the real ones. “Am I? And what game do you think I’m playing now?” she asked with a quirked brow. At his persistence, she pressed her lips together in a thin line, wondering just why he was pushing. The thought went through her mind that it might have something to do with Ryan’s detour prior to joining her, but she didn’t let any sign of it show in her expression. “Yes, all night. Would you like to know just what positions and how many times as well?” she snapped, focusing on the sexual tension rather than the concept of whether or not he’d been there all night.
“Just the one where you keep talking at him and trying not to think about me.” Reece smiled a little and then pushed away. “Nope, just wanted to know,” he said starting back towards the couch. “There’s been trouble. Have to admit I was worried it was you first, but I suppose you just got what you could handle.” And he hated that Ryan had a reason not to be the one who hurt whoever she was.
The only tell that he might have been onto something with that answer was a small hitch in her breathing, her lips parting just slightly. “Is that so?” she asked rhetorically as he pushed away. She frowned at his explanation, though it was confirmation enough that it was probably about Ryan’s detour. “Trouble? And what do you mean, I got what I could handle?” she asked, one arm lifting to cross over her middle just under her bust.
“Trouble. A woman was hurt last night during the blackout. But you were here...with Ryan.” Reece sat back down on her couch, reaching for the bottle this time, taking a sip. She painted a pretty picture like that, looking concerned, tiny sleepclothes working to her advantage. “You said it yourself, he’s...persuasive, but nothing you can’t handle right?”
Her expression fell at that, and she furrowed her brows. She didn’t say anything though, not until he’d explained what he meant, and she flinched faintly. “Oh my God,” she breathed, shaking her head slightly as if it had finally occurred to her just what kind of trouble he was referring to. She moved then, sitting in the computer chair. It took her a few moments before she responded any further than that. “No, he’s persuasive, not... Not forceful,” she replied, looking up at him again. “Who would do that?” she asked sharply. “Why?” And the disgust on her face was mostly genuine. She found rape to be distasteful, and while she didn’t feel any deep empathy toward victims of it, she knew she would kill a man who tried to do that to her.
Reece watched her intently, bottle still in one hand, gauging her entire reaction. Maybe it was Wu’s threats, but he found himself paying closer attention to her than he had in a long while. “He’s not?” he asked instead, but shrugged. “Someone with something to prove. Or someone who needs control. I don’t understand it either.”
At the question, she shook her head slightly. “No, he’s not. It’s...” she trailed off, frowning as she tried to find a way to explain without going into details that he probably didn’t want to know and she definitely didn’t care to share. “I would do far worse than Carmel did if someone were to do that to me,” she admitted, tone just edging toward darker, a tiny hint of what she was capable of shining through.
He raised an eyebrow at that tone. “And if it was one of your fellow...community members? You aren’t at all worried? Or interested? You know who I like for it.” And despite what she said, he wasn’t really ruling Ryan out. He should, sure, but he wasn’t willing to rule him out.
The questions seemed odd considering what she’d said before, and she raised a brow at them. “Quite the opposite. I am worried and interested. And I know who you like for it, but how could he have done it? He was with me,” she said, trying not to let her voice go too sharp or frustrated. It was a balancing act between showing disgust, worry, and frustration without becoming overwhelmed by it.
“Right of course.” He looked up at her for a long moment and then got up, carrying the bottle with him. “Which means there’s no need for me to be here.”
Susanna couldn’t quite figure out just why Reece had come here tonight. Had he just wanted to question her about Ryan? Had he actually wanted to see if things might spark between them again? Some weird mix of both? She was feeling just a little confused, and she really hated that. “No one is telling you to go,” she pointed out. She wouldn’t turn him away, even if she had a feeling it would be better for her if she did. He’d already managed to scratch the surface of her, and it wouldn’t do any good to let him dig any deeper.
He stopped before he got to the door, turning to look back at her. “You really want me here? You seemed more disappointed earlier. Like you wanted it to be someone else.”
Shaking her head slightly, she clarified, “Not disappointed, no. I was surprised.” Why hadn’t she just let him leave? This would just lead to trouble, but what could she do? She wanted him to stay, and she was never good at denying herself what she wanted. “I want you to stay,” she added so that there would be no question about it. And if he still decided to leave? That would be the end of it.
That caught his attention and looked over at her, curiosity in his features. “You do?” He moved a step closer. “Why?”
There was a moment, one she was choosing to ignore, when his question caused a little catch in her breathing, a little fluttering in her stomach. She licked her lips and just looked at him for a moment, asking herself that same question. “I don’t know why. I don’t even...” She paused briefly, standing up and taking a step toward him. “I don’t even care what happens if you stay,” she admitted in a moment of honesty that surprised even herself.
He wondered if she was scared. If that was why she was acting this way. She didn’t seem like the type to admit it even if she was. Reece waited a moment longer, but really, he didn’t have the will to say no, to walk away. “Alright,” he said, setting the bottle down. “I’ll stay.”
For all of the acting skills she thought she had, there was a moment that lasted more than briefly when she smiled, her pleasure at him agreeing to stay showing through despite the fact that she didn’t understand just why it pleased her so much. Reece was unpredictable, and she’d already told him more than she should, so she couldn’t think of any way this wouldn’t lead to trouble, but it didn’t stop her from being happy that he was staying. “All right,” she said with a small nod. “And what are your boundaries?” she asked directly, thinking it would be better for them to be set now so she wouldn’t end up doing something to make him decide to leave anyway.
He thought he saw it, something almost please and rather genuine, but he wasn’t entirely sure. “Do I look like the kind of guy who has boundaries?” he asked, making a face. That wasn’t his style, even if he had an idea of why she was asking. He just didn’t have an answer for that question.
She gave him a look at that, something between amused and doubt. “You had some the other night,” she countered lightly, though even as she spoke she took another step toward him.
“You were drunk the other night,” he pointed out, feeling like that was a valid excuse. It wasn’t the only excuse, but it definitely was a good one, for now at least.
Feeling emboldened, which was unusual in and of itself as she didn’t usually need an excuse to go after what she wanted, she closed the distance between them, hands going to his hips, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I’m not drunk tonight,” she pointed out, looking up at him with an expression that was clearly an invitation for him to take advantage of that fact, as backward as it might seem.
He looked like he was considering it, judging if she was telling the truth. “No, no you’re not.” And it really was hard to say no to that. Sure, there were the flirtations with Mojo, he really dug Mojo, but she had her own issues and she’d clearly cut that part of things off, way off with them. He wasn’t giving up hope though, not when it didn’t quite quell her flirtatious nature, but all the while, Recce wasn’t getting any. And one morning, that wasn’t quite making up for the five year dry spell. So maybe it was weakness, but he couldn’t help himself leaning in to kiss her.
She almost expected him to push her away despite the seeming encouragement, and she almost took matters into her own hands, but then he finally kissed her. She pushed up on the balls of her feet, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she returned the kiss.
This was a bad idea, in so many ways, but he couldn’t help it. He was going to regret this, but it didn’t stop his hands from threading through her hair to pull her even closer.
His hands were all the encouragement she needed, and she found herself deepening the kiss. Her own hands released his shirt only to slide under it, moving over warm, smooth skin, pushing the fabric up as she explored.
She really didn’t need to do that. That was too damn distracting. And too damn tempting. He gave her a little push back towards the bed, thinking that it would have been a good idea to have a boundary or two, but really? It was too late at this point.
Susanna was more than willing to let him push her, as long as it was toward the bed. Or the desk. Or the wall. Really, she wasn’t particularly picky on the where so long as she got what she wanted. No matter how active she had been lately, she just didn’t have much of an off switch to these things. She kept moving back after that little push, tugging him along with her, and when the backs of her knees hit the bed, she stopped moving, lifting his shirt up and hoping to get it completely off.
He let her take his shirt, letting it drop on her floor. Once it was gone he was lifting her up to drop her back against the bed. It flashed again that it wasn’t his brightest idea, but he didn’t stop himself from crawling over her, moving his kisses to her neck and lower.
Her stomach flipped as he lifted her, body flushing faintly with pleasure. This. This was precisely what she’d wanted, and she let out a soft sound of pleasure as he started kissing down her neck and lower, her hands roaming over his back and up into his hair, nails scraping lightly over his scalp.
Reece’s hands found the hem of the top she had on, working more of it open so he could get to more skin to touch. He hated admitting that that noise had fueled him on, but it was true, very much having the exact effect he would have guessed she wanted it to if he weren’t caught up in the middle of things.
She arched up a bit to try to help him with her top. She would be very displeased if he decided to draw the line now, but she wasn’t too worried about that happening, and she certainly wasn’t thinking about that just then. No, just then her hands were moving between them, one rubbing over the front of his pants, the other working the button open.
That was all it took. He knew exactly how this was going to end and it wasn’t in some sort of decent guy way. He knew what he wanted and he knew he was going to be taking it. Or maybe just receiving it. The only real question now was if he’d wind up sleeping here tonight or in his own room.