Ryan Nathaniel Pierce (insheepsclothes) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-10-21 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | day six, ryan, ryan and susanna, susanna |
Kindred
Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Evening, her room
Ryan was so fucking glad to be out of the stocks it was nearly ridiculous. His back and shoulders and neck ached, he had to piss like he’d been drinking for hours, and he was angry. At this place, at the admins for doing this and forcing him to act like a good little repentant boy. For being restrained like he’d rather do to other people. Meg wasn’t his damned fault, he’d even tried to be good. Not his fault she’d practically spread her legs wide open for him and invited him inside. And that episode with that one woman, God, she’d been infuriating. He wished he could take Jae down a few pegs.
He hurried back to his room as soon as he got free, barely growling thank you to whoever had released him, and booked it back to his room. Personal needs taken care of with a sigh of relief, he went ahead and took a shower, feeling gross from the long day in those medieval devices. For all he didn’t mind getting his hands dirty with some things, he preferred to feel clean when he could.
That done, all he wanted was to fuck someone into the mattress. He wanted sex far more than he wanted food right now, despite being hungry. He even knew precisely who he wanted right now. Running a towel over his hair, he tossed it aside and headed to Susanna’s room. He hadn’t been surprised that she hadn’t come by the stocks. Indeed, he would have been shocked if she had. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to avail himself to her charms and seek her out at times, just like he was pretty sure she’d find him again eventually as well.
Ryan automatically reached for the door knob, intending to rattling it but he found it turned in his hand. He let out a slow breath, finished turning it and pushed it open quietly, slipping inside almost silently. It was automatic reflex, moving stealthily in this situation. He looked around for Susanna herself, for he knew she wouldn’t just leave her room unlocked, not with the impression he had of her.
After her short and frankly ridiculous interaction with the Asian boy, Susanna had returned to her room, content to avoid socializing for the time being. The whole stocks business was troublesome to her, but not likely for the same reasons that it was for most of the others here. She had an obvious connection with Ryan, with they way they'd been publicly at dinner the other night, and she'd liked Caroline enough, though that was perhaps more recognizing a bit of similarities between them. In any case, she was not fond of the thought of either of their transgressions, as it was put, to reflect poorly on her, and she was acutely aware that it was not the opinions of her fellow residents that she was concerned with. No, it was the Administration that she had to convince she was being truly rehabilitated, and since they likely knew all her case files as well as saw and heard everything that went on here, she had to be careful with who she chose to associate with. It was a delicate balancing act, it seemed, but she did think she was improving in that respect. She'd been just a little rusty at first, but she was doing so much better.
The afternoon had been spent painting the canvas she'd taken from the activity room. She'd taken her time with it, just losing herself in swirls of color, pushing thoughts of this whole damn place from her mind for a little while. It was a successful distraction from what she truly wanted to do. Forcing herself to wait until tomorrow to dance was a bit torturous, but she could recognize that it might appear heartless or callous to dance with everything going on.
Susanna had taken a break from her painting in order to eat dinner, only taking a very small helping of the spaghetti even though it was quite good. And once she'd returned to her room, she'd decided to attempt relaxing further by taking a long, leisurely soak in the tub, though she wished she'd had some bubble bath or something. And a glass of wine, but she hadn't thought to get some before returning. It was still relaxing, and she wasn't in any hurry to get out, but when her fingers and toes started pruning unattractively and the water had cooled to an uncomfortable temperature, she forced herself to get out. She'd toweled off and was just coming out of her bathroom stark naked.
Spotting Ryan right away had her pulling up short. Had she forgotten to lock her door? She would have to be more diligent in the future. "So, someone mercifully let you free, I see," she commented neutrally before turning to her bed where she'd laid out clothes, pulling on her underwear.
Ryan closed the door silently behind him, and before he could come in further, she had padded in stark naked, and he couldn't say he was complaining. He leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest, fingertips on each opposite shoulder. He smiled at her, making no secret of looking her over. Yes, this was what he wanted, though her cool tone stirred the anger that had been simmering all day. The last thing he wanted right now was to be spurned, because he knew he would push back and that never ended well for anyone.
"Fucking finally, yes," he agreed. He didn't bother to hide his dislike and disgust at the punishment. Ryan pushed away from the door, moving with slow grace despite how his back ached. He didn't bother to hide his intent of her as his destination, his hand reaching forward to wrap around the side of her hip. "I'm sure you had a much better day than I did." He just wanted to yank those fresh panties right back off her.
Susanna didn't really care whether he liked her tone or not, and she really wasn't focusing on him as she pulled clothes on, though she was very aware of where he was. She tsked softly at his agreement. "It was admirable of you, to accept your punishment so gracefully," she commented as he pushed away from the door, wondering absently if he might protest being described as graceful. "Mmm, no doubt it was, though it was not particularly thrilling," she answered, trying to ignore his hand on her waist for the moment. Why hadn't she thought more about what to do about him? "I did receive a lovely reward, though. You'll be able to see me dance soon," she told him, nodding toward her ballet shoes that she'd hung almost reverently on a nail in the wall next to her computer.
Ryan tugged her back to him slightly, his hand sliding up her side to cup her breast without even considering asking permission. "Gracefully, heh. I just didn't want to be torn out of my room, because then I really would get into trouble," he said, not bother to hide from her at least that he wouldn't go quietly. Not that he would to almost anyone, because he wasn't going to be taken for completely harmless. He glanced over at where she nodded, and his lips curved into a smile of satisfaction on her behalf. "Oh, wonderful. At least someone got something out of today." And if someone had to get something, he'd rather it be her. He'd considered asking for her shoes too, if only because he wanted her to dance and it would have looked good on him to request something for someone else. "Getting them broken in?"
The soft hum in the back of her throat at the touch was automatic, though she tried to stifle it. This was not acceptable, and she needed to put a stop to it before it went any further. "Even so, it was a wise decision. To fight it would have reflected poorly upon you, and I would imagine you've already garnered quite a bit of mistrust from that clearly incomplete confession combined with the extent of your punishment." As she spoke, she pulled gently from his grasp, moving around to the other side of her bed and picking up her shirt, tugging it on. "Yes, I was quite pleased to have received them. They also provided the proper attire and a ballet bar that I intend to put in the gym," she explained. "Certainly. I wore them all day. It was a test in patience, to take the time necessary to properly form them to my feet, but I will thank myself for it once I do dance again."
"Thus the reason I chose to go," he said. He growled softly under his breath as she purposefully pulled out of his grasp, not liking the way this was going already. "What, you going to call me a liar too?" he said in a soft voice that belied his agitation. He took a few smooth steps toward her, hating how his back and knees complained at even that. He still contemplated telling her what he'd done the other night, but not if she was going to act like this to him. "Oh, very generous of them." Finally. He left that unspoken since they were both likely thinking that. "You've been a very good girl, then."
It was probably utterly inappropriate, but Susanna found herself smiling faintly at that growl, glad at least that she was turned away from him and he couldn’t see. It wasn’t that she wanted to push his limits, but if their interactions thus far were anything to go off of, he just had a way about him that brought it out in her. “Do not insult my intelligence by denying there was more,” she stated simply. “They did say your punishment was due to continued transgressions after all, darling.” Although unlike the others, she didn’t intend to ask him what he’d actually done.
She blinked at that, fighting back a grin at the way he said that, as if he understood her frustration in having been made to wait. “But of course I have. I am taking my rehabilitation quite seriously. It is a shame that you seem to have lost sight of that. Didn’t I tell you it was important to keep your focus?” she reminded him as she pulled on a pair of sleep pants.
She was smart. Smarter than Jae, though, and didn't push him about it. He continued his way around the bed toward her, keeping it slow to keep his grace up and his pain down. "Mmm. And you want to know, don't you?" he said, voice a bit more amenable, his eyebrows lifting. He wasn't sure he trusted her, not yet. Something about her told him that she'd appreciate what he'd done rather than otherwise, though. But whether she'd keep it to herself or not was another story.
He frowned and stopped. "I did, damn it. I was being good," he said in a disgusted voice. "I know how to be careful, dammit, and I was." The worst thing about it all was he had been, until she'd just... played into his damn hands. And he couldn't stop himself after that point. This place was a fucking candy store, and they put him in here knowing, or at least suspecting, what he was.
Susanna glanced at him, eyes sparkling faintly in amusement as she tried to hide a smile. “And become an accomplice after the fact? No, certainly not,” she answered, though she had to admit she was curious. What could have resulted in essentially twelve hours in the stocks? She intended to keep her nose clean, though, so she didn’t feel she had to worry too much about ending up there herself.
At the disgusted sound to his voice, Susanna turned to him, looking at him with a slightly amused expression. It just made her all the more curious about what he’d done, but then another thought struck her, and she narrowed her eyes just a bit. “You’re not in here for embezzlement.” It wasn’t a question. But again, she wasn’t asking what he was in for, and she didn’t look disapproving, either. “Now who’s the pretty not-so-little liar?” she teased with a soft chuckle.
He made a soft, scoffing sound. "I know this place is wired for video, but I haven't seen any indication it's wired for sound," he said. Not that he wouldn't put it past them, but he knew enough to know that sound tended to be the harder of the two to get. Besides, while he knew he was punished stupidly, he didn't see her being punished just for knowing what he'd done after the fact. "Besides, they could never prove it in a court of law, not that they're trying to," he added.
Though her words surprised him, they didn't upset him--at least not coming from her. He closed the distance between them, reaching out to finger a lock of her hair. His lips stretched into a smirk. Not even Jae had called him on that. He knew he liked Susanna for a reason. "No, darlin', I'm not in here for embezzlement," he agreed very softly. "And no one else has figured that out yet, so I'd appreciate it if you keep it quiet." His hand curved again around her hip, squeezing her ass as he moved her a little closer to him. His smirk deepened. "I never claimed to always be tellin' the truth."
Susanna tilted her head slightly in consideration at that, though after a few moments of thought she realized that she just wasn't sure she had that level of optimism. "Have you spotted any cameras? I've not. I have no doubt they're here, but they seem to be hidden very well, and I'm not certain I believe they do not have it wired for sound. It would seem like reckless optimism to assume it is not." And it would be such a disappointment if he were so reckless. "Hmm, couldn't they? See, you say things like that, and it just makes me even more curious about what you've done," she admitted.
There was a small bit of pride in her expression at his reaction to her statement and that she'd been correct. She enjoyed being right, and she had to admit that she was a little impressed. It had been a believable lie, really, as he looked the type to have ended up in prison for stealing money. "It'll be our little secret," Susanna agreed easily. She had no reason to use it against him right now, but she knew that if she needed to at some point down the line, she wouldn't hesitate to use whatever he might tell her. "No, you didn't. So, just what did bring you to prison?" she asked, ignoring the hand on her ass for the moment.
"I've seen some spots that have cameras," he admitted. "Not in our rooms, but I haven't looked that closely yet." It was something he intended to do. After all, if he knew where they were, he could either avoid them or cover them up. He sighed and nodded. "I'm not going to operate on the assumption they're not, not yet. But so far any of their messages haven't indicated it." Of course, as sneaky as these admins seemed to be, he wasn't quite going to discount anything yet. He smirked faintly. "I might just tell you someday," he said. He wanted to, but he also knew she would likely tell if it were to her benefit. She was the sort, he sensed, who would. Loyalty only to a point.
He trailed a finger over her lips, tapping them gently after she said it was their secret. He had no illusions, even if he wished oddly that he could trust her. He sensed a kindred spirit of sorts in her. "Mmm, do you really want to know, darlin?" he asked. "Supposedly I'm a bad boy. Or so they say." He smirked faintly again. Oh, he'd definitely done what they said he did. He'd done a lot more and worse, too. And it hadn't even been his fault that he'd been caught--that bitch who'd been living with him, it was all her fault.
It was simple enough to let the topic of what level of surveillance they were under go with a simple nod. There was just no use debating it when they clearly weren’t going to get any clear answer on it. Susanna let the question of whatever he’d done to be punished for such a long time go, too, with a quirked brow and small shrug. Whatever he’d done, she truly didn’t feel like he was a threat to her, so it wasn’t something she felt drawn to push on just yet.
Susanna smiled as his finger trailed over her lips. At his words, she made her eyes go a little bigger, looking up at him with the most innocent expression she could muster up. “Oh, darling. You do know what they say I did, right?” she questioned, somehow thinking that opening herself up to questions with him wouldn’t put her in quite the same position as with others. Like maybe she wouldn’t have to try to focus so much on playing innocent. “I do want to know, yes,” she answered.
Oh, she had the face for innocence, he'd give her that. Big eyes, young eyes, angel eyes. He had the distinct feeling she'd done a hell of a lot of wrong and gotten away with it as a child and a teen. The very expression screamed 'I did nothing!' and of course was the biggest flag for him, as he had a feeling she'd intended it to be, that she wasn't nearly so innocent as she seemed. "They say you killed your husband," he murmured, tilting his head as he gazed down at her. "And you did, didn't you?" he asked perceptively. An exchange of information, that was the way to go. He smiled faintly, wanting to know how she'd done it, how it had felt to her. "How did it feel?" he drawled very softly, head tilted down close to hers.
His finger traced up and down her cheek contemplatively, eyes dark and considering as he gazed at her. "Kidnapping in the first degree. Rape in the first degree," he said quietly after a long moment. "They say I was a very bad boy." His lip pouted out faintly, his eyes wide and guileless as hers.
The way he spoke, in that soft murmur, his head tilting down did things to her, and it took all of Susanna’s control to not let it show in her expression, keeping her eyes wide and innocent. She swallowed and licked her lips when he asked how it felt, closing her eyes slowly as she glanced away, as if the thought pained her. It didn’t. For the first time since John’s death, she felt like she was speaking with someone who would understand, and for the first time she found herself struggling against the urge to tell him just how it had felt. “I don’t remember,” she answered, and it was honest enough.
Her eyes flickered back to him, humming nearly silently at his finger tracing over her cheek. Oh, his innocent look was very good, certainly, but Susanna did not believe it for a minute, not with the way he’d been with her the other night. “You are a very bad boy,” she stated, fighting back a smirk. “But rape...” She sighed, tsking softly at him. “It’s such a nasty thing. So... uncivilized.” And now she was beginning to wonder if he’d done something along those lines to end up in the stocks for such a long time, but she wouldn’t ask. And then a thought occurred to her, and her brows furrowed faintly. “I do hope they didn’t punish you for our last... encounter. Because I assure you, it was completely consensual and quite pleasurable,” she mused aloud.
Ryan skimmed his fingers along her jaw. "Bullllllll shit," he drawled against her ear. He'd had a peek of the real her for a moment. She was like him, he thought. Different. Outside the normal. "It felt good, didn't it?" he whispered, lips against her skin, voice so soft it was barely there. "Did you plan it? Thought about it constantly until you went through with it?" He lipped lightly at her earlobe before drawing back. Even though his memory of Sydney, there at the end, was somewhat vague because of how furious he'd been at her threats, he still remembered that thrill beneath it all, and how close he'd come to doing it again with her sister.
"Mmmm. Not as bad as you think, I think," he said, not perturbed by her lack of enthusiasm for what he'd been convicted for. He didn't expect her to understand, quite. But he liked that control, and getting what he wanted even if the other person didn't want it. His lips twitched slightly. "Mmm, no, though I wish they had mistaken that." He rubbed his chin contemplatively. "I'd love to throw that in their fucking teeth. They sent me a note that said 'we know what you did.'" His tone said what he thought about that one. He leaned back close to her. "Do you want to know why they really took Dominic away?" he breathed the words against her ear.
Susanna shivered, feeling aroused at his questions, at the way Ryan’s lips moved over her skin. This was new. This was something she’d never encountered before, and it shook her some, her mind rushing to try to figure out how she was supposed to act now. “No,” she breathed in answer, head tilting just a little even as he drew back. “Whatever happened that night - it was not premeditated,” she said carefully, not anywhere near ready to be open with him about that night. It was her dirty little secret, and one she planned to take to her grave. It didn’t matter that she’d been convicted, she would stick to her story, especially when she knew she was under surveillance.
“Perhaps not, but if someone were to rape me, what happened to my husband would look like child’s play,” Susanna replied, aware that it could be construed as an admission that she knew precisely what she’d done. Then she smiled slowly, saying, “But then I’m confident that I would not find myself in such a situation.” For multiple reasons, but she didn’t elaborate, nor did she intend to. Well, that was interesting, and Susanna filed it away for further thought at a later time. He had her complete attention at the words breathed against her ear, and a little breath of anticipation passed her lips at it. “I do,” she answered, trying not to seem too eager, though. But god, she’d hated Dominic.
Ryan's lips tilted up in a sly, knowing smile, a hand skimming up to her breast and squeezing to punctuate his next words. "But it still felt damn good," he whispered, choosing to go with what he thought she was thinking behind those eyes of hers. He didn't miss the flush of her skin or the way she shivered. God, she was just like him in her own way, he just knew it. It was a fucking turn on and he wished she could, would, really tell him what it was like for her. He wished they were out in the real world and she could show him, and he could introduce her to just what it was like to have that control over someone else. He'd even let her kill them when he was done with them.
"Mmm. You don't need to worry, darlin'," he drawled lazily. "I get what I want from you without resorting to any more force than what you like." And he knew she liked it. His hand slid downward at the thought, caressing her through her clothes, already distracted slightly at wanting to do that again. He did wonder exactly what she meant by that comment, though. He could take what he wanted without her consent. He only didn't because there was something about her he liked, and there was the fact she enjoyed it rough and made it good for him. He slipped a hand under her shirt, sensing her excitement at his words. "I found that little bitch Meg drunk off her ass in the laundry room, all by her lonesome, the night before he was taken away," he murmured against her ear, his words for her alone. He seriously doubted they had the money for something so sensitive they could hear that.
“It was... an experience,” Susanna replied, voice the barest of whispers that she prayed whatever surveillance was in the room would not be able to pick up. She leaned into the touch, her hands coming up to rest against against his chest, curling slightly into his shirt. He would be her ruin, but it was so thrilling to have someone who seemed to understand that she couldn’t seem to turn him away.
Susanna laughed just a little bit at the lazy drawl. “Oh, darling, I assure you, I’m not worried. You do such a lovely job at giving me precisely what I enjoy,” she agreed. She hummed as his hand slid down, though when he began caressing her, one of her own hands lowered to wrap her fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away. As much as she knew she would enjoy what he was clearly after, there was something else they needed to address first. For the moment, though, she focused on his murmured words. “Mmm, I’ll take dubious consent for one thousand, Alex,” she ventured a guess in a thoroughly amused tone. “Meg is...?” Somehow connected to Dominic, she was assuming, which meant she was probably that little blonde with the hideous hair she’d seen around him in the couple days before Dominic’s departure.
Ryan's lips curved even further. He knew he'd get nothing else out of her, not so long as they were under surveillance. He wished he could though. He wanted to hear the details, and see her face. She would understand, he thought, the way only someone who was also a hunter could understand. "Mmm. Good," he murmured.
He pouted at her, mildly annoyed as she took his hand away. He let her for now, but he wanted what he wanted and he wasn't going to stop trying to get it. His annoyance was pushed to the wayside at her words, though. He ignored her amused question and went straight for the other. "Darlin', Meg is his one, his only, his everything. His wife for all intents and purposes," he told her, clearly amused and a bit smug as he waited for her reaction to that tasty tidbit of news. "And I'm not sure about consent, but she did enjoy herself, even if she might have thought I was... Someone else."
Susanna’s eyes widened sparkling at Ryan’s explanation of who Meg was in relation to Dominic, tipping her head back slightly to laugh at that last bit. “And they took Dominic away. How fascinating,” she said with a smirk. “And all you got was a day in the stocks, and they didn’t even reveal anything about it.” She couldn’t help but be impressed with Ryan’s luck in all of that. She stepped away from him then, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “I wouldn’t get complacent with that though, if I were you,” she suggested, brows raised to emphasize it.
Ryan's smirk grew as he watched her, pleased at her reaction even if he wasn't that pleased with her withdrawl. She was starting to be a tease and he was never very happy with that, especially not in the mood today had left him in. He took a few steps closer to her. "I'm not planning on it," he said honestly. "I hadn't planned on the other night either." And he had tried hard to resist.
Susanna studied him for a moment, eyes moving slowly over him. “No, you do not strike me as the careless type.” It made her curious about how he got caught, how he’d ended up in prison, but she wasn’t going to ask. There was no doubt as to what he’d come here for, and she had no intention of turning him away completely, but there was something else they needed to address first, and now seemed as good a time as any. “I know what you’ve come here for, darling,” she said with a smile. “But I will not sleep with you again without protection. I saw Cal today for some blood work, and it’s time we were responsible adults. He mentioned that they provided condoms in his room, and I wondered if they’d done the same for you,” she explained, getting right to the point.
"I'm not generally," he agreed, watching her as she looked him over. He sighed loudly at her ultimatum, tempted to press the issue. He was moody and irritable as it was and he knew it was a troublesome combination. "Responsible adults," he said and made a faint face. He didn't want to wear a condom, but he did enjoy his times with Susanna, so he might actually have to compromise. God. The things he did, he thought. "Fine, fine. Responsible adults," he grumped. "I haven't looked but they're probably there. Give me a backrub and I won't even complain," he half joked, holding his hand out to tug her upright.
Wise choice, Susanna thought when he finally conceded to her stipulation. She would have hated to have had to blackmail him especially with the conversation they’d had, the camaraderie that seemed to have grown from it. They now knew more about one another than anyone else knew about them in this place, and that was both dangerous and exciting. She took his hand, letting him tug her up. “Deal,” she agreed, though she couldn’t promise to be any good at giving him a backrub. “Lead the way,” she said with a grin, pausing only to slip her feet in a pair of shoes.