Susanna Langdon (susannalies) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-11-02 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | day seven, ryan, ryan and susanna, susanna |
Controlled Release
Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Her room, mid/late morning
Stretching languidly, Susanna was thinking that she was definitely far from sleepy now, though she was definitely not complaining. Even though she and Ryan had had quite a good time the night before, she was more than happy to have been woken up in quite this manner. She pushed up on her elbows and glanced over at him. "Not that I'm complaining, darling, but what brought that on? I thought I left you rather... sated last night," she purred, smirking at him.
Ryan lay back, sated though still frustrated deep down. One hand stroked slowly up and down her side as he wondered how much he should tell her. He trusted her only so far, just as with anyone in the world, though obviously he held her above the sheep and had confided more in her than anyone else in a very long time. "Oh, you did, darlin'," he said. It wasn't her fault he was both oversexed, as people put it, and that he'd run into another drunk girl. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I found another little drunk girl," he said grumpily. Damn alcohol. He didn't see why they needed it here, it was only causing him worlds of trouble. His disgruntlement made it obvious enough that this time he hadn't done anything. "Fucking alcohol."
Susanna laughed lightly at the confirmation, pleased and unsurprised all at once. “But today is a new day,” she commented in his pause. Her smile didn’t dim in the least as he sighed and rolled his eyes, though she did reach out and trail her fingertips over his chest. She quirked one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at his grumpy answer. “Oh, oh darling,” she said, trying for a sympathetic tone, though she had to lean in and drop a kiss to his chest to hide the fact that she was on the verge of laughing. “Well, I’m proud of your restraint. Perhaps there is hope for your rehabilitation after all.” She didn’t really believe that. It was more that she believed the memory of the stocks was so fresh that he was now better focused on behaving so that he could get out of here.
He knew she was probably amused, but he purposefully didn't look down because he didn't want to get more irate than he already was. This way he would at least pretend she was serious. He did, however, snort a brief laugh at her next words. "Perhaps," he said dryly, though his tone indicated he didn't think it was overly likely. "More like my back hasn't recovered from half a day in those damned stocks yet." And he didn't want to do it again anytime soon. "These people have no survivor skills, though. Getting drunk in public areas." He made a scoffing sound, letting her hair slide slowly through his fingers.
The confirmation that her true thoughts on the matter were correct did nothing to help her keep a straight face, but Susanna did put in an admirable effort and had managed to school her features by the time she looked up at him. “It would seem not. All the pity for them,” she replied dryly. It was hardly Ryan’s fault that there were people here who had no idea just what kinds of wolves were in their midst. It was human nature to take advantage of one’s circumstances, and she could see how it might seem like these girls were just lining up for something to happen. “But do feel free to enlist my assistance in just this way anytime you find yourself in such a situation. I fully support your rehabilitation effort.” Her words were carefully chosen, still convinced that the administration were listening to every word spoken.
Ryan smirked faintly at her. She was good, he would grant her that, and he had to admire that about her. Plus, he knew she understood what he meant about the others. There was something in her, he suspected, that wanted to do things too. It was just a more restrained something than he'd been born with--not to mention prison had apparently done a number on his normal self control. He'd gotten used to taking what he wanted. "You should be a sex therapist, my dear," he drawled, hand gliding down over her hip. "Though I'm pretty sure you'd be in trouble for doing this sort of therapy." It did help to have someone to fuck senseless when these things came over him, but it still wasn't quite the same. No matter how she struggled, it still wasn't like it would have been if he'd pinned Becka down and had his way with her.
Susanna laughed lightly at that, shaking her head a bit. A sex therapist? No, certainly not. “Hmm, no, I think I’ll stick with dancing. At least with that I know precisely what I’m doing. I do not think I would do well with the therapy part of sex therapy. Because yes, this sort of thing would not be appropriate in such a profession, and it would be such a disappointment to have to attempt to resist such encounters.” It was sound logic in her mind, though she said it pleasantly enough. “This was a wonderful way to begin my day, though, so I almost want to thank this girl,” she teased lightly, smirking at him.
"Mmm, well, you know how to do sex rather well," he joked slyly, chuckling softly. "Take advantage of your clients and have your fill." Someone like her, he thought, would have what she wanted--who she wanted--when she wanted, and he didn't blame her for that in the least. Besides, he benefited from it, so he was far from complaining, and she had no expectations he had to cater to except a good romp in the sack, which he was happy to provide. In the outside world, she would probably make the perfect companion for someone such as himself. "Very true, though, and one doesn't want to get in any more trouble than one has to," he mused, half for the benefit of anyone listening. He chuckled. "Yeah, no. Becka probably doesn't even remember me taking her back to her room. Girl's a lightweight. Got herself wasted."
Susanna fluttered her lashes at him, smiling just a little mischievously. “Oh, darling, you compliment so well,” she gushed jokingly. She knew where her strengths were, and she had no doubts as to her skills in bed. “Hmm, precisely. I think we’ve managed to get in enough trouble to last a lifetime just ending up in prison to begin with,” she pointed out. She really wanted to avoid more trouble, but she just couldn’t be sure that would happen. “Becka, hmm? That’s the little blonde nurse girl?” She had a teasing comment on the tip of her tongue about him liking to ruin the young, wholesome ones, but she bit it back, not wanting to jeopardize him any further with whoever was listening. “Why in the world did she get herself wasted so early in the morning?” she asked instead, nose wrinkling a bit in distaste. There was a time and place for such things, after all.
"We have. Gonna have to keep out of it from now on." Though he knew he probably wouldn't, not if people kept testing him this way. He only had a finite amount of self control, after all. He was trying very hard, but if they kept dangling shit in front of him, he was going to break, and he'd admit that to himself if not to anyone else. "Yes, the little blonde nurse," he agreed. Her wholesomeness was, unfortunately, a large part of her draw, since taking that from her would be so especially wonderful for him. "I don't actually think she's ever been wasted before," he confided in her, fingers idly rubbing the smooth skin of her leg. He wrinkled his nose when he addressed her question, though, and disgust lingered in his voice. "She's stupid, apparently," he said, rolling his eyes. "She's the one just absolutely pining over that boy Adam, and apparently they had a fight this morning. God, it's like high school."
As his fingers rubbed over her leg, Susanna shifted it a little closer to him. “Oh, such innocence in a place like this,” she purred mockingly when he confided that. It seemed ridiculous to her, that anyone in here might be so innocent to have never even been drunk before. “Ugh. That is utterly pathetic,” she said when Ryan finished, disgust clear in her expression and tone. “I do not understand the concept of pining after anyone. It’s such a waste in energy. I never did it even in high school.” And if she’d ever wanted someone, she’d got them. And if they weren’t interested, then she moved on to someone else. If they weren’t interested, then it was their loss.
"I knooooow," he drawled. "So naive." It made it so easy, which made it just so tempting. So damn tempting to just take advantage of it, of the girl. Nnn. "Tell me about it. You should have seen the looooook she gave the boy's door. Nearly gagged, I swear. Sickly sweet." And it was all so genuine. Ryan honestly didn't get it. To be so taken with someone that you pined away if rejected. Himself, if someone turned him down, he either shrugged it off, or he took what he wanted anyway. "I've never seen the point, myself. Either there's better out there, or you find a way to change their minds." He figured he best word it that way, rather than say 'just take what you want and move on.' They might not like that sentiment.
Susanna truly did not understand that at all. It was pathetic, and clearly Ryan found it just as disgusting. “Well, I commend you for containing your reaction. Though if she were as trashed as you say, she might not have even noticed,” she suggested with an amused tone. She likely would not have been able to appear entirely sympathetic, though she was working on that. “Mm, precisely,” she agreed with a smirk that said she knew exactly what he meant by ‘change their minds’ even if she doubted they did so in quite the same way.
"She might not have, but no one can take chances around here. I mainly went with her so I wouldn't be accused of her death should she have fallen down the stairs or over the railing. That's just what I would need, after yesterday," he said, rolling his eyes again. "Did you see that crazy bitch Kasper? All I would need is someone like her or one of the ones who took her down coming after me." Not that he was helpless, something Susanna probably knew at this point after how he handled her at times. "Speaking of bitches. Watch out for that Jae person," he told her more seriously.
Susanna rather thought that logic didn’t make as much sense as Ryan probably thought it did, but she wasn’t going to outwardly disagree with him. She just thought that if Ryan had walked away from the girl entirely and left her on her own, he wouldn’t be responsible if she’d gotten herself hurt. It was Becka’s own stupidity that would have led to it. “I did not,” Susanna answered, head tilted slightly. “What did she do?” she wondered. Her brows furrowed faintly at the mention of Jae. “Oh, should I? And what did this Jae do that I should watch out for her?” she asked curiously.
"Crazy bitch was going to start throwing stuff at us while we were in the stocks, but somehow I don't think it would have ended there. Wren confronted her and got beat up for it, and it took several people to restrain her." It wasn't something he'd enjoyed watching, to be honest. Especially since that violence could have been directed at him, and while not entirely helpless while restrained, he wouldn't have stood much of a chance against her. "Mmm, yeah. She's got a rather high bull shit o'meter, and she reads people too well, I think. And she's principled, by her own admission." And as someone like him should know, principles were incredibly dangerous.
That did not sound pleasant in the least, and it seemed like proof of why they should all protest the stocks as a punishment. Susanna might, if she were the protesting type. She wasn’t, though, and so she would just work on ensuring she did nothing to end up in them herself. “Crazy bitch seems an apt description, then,” was all she said in comment to that, though she didn’t think he would get bent out of shape about it. After all, he hadn’t even seemed upset with her lack of having kept him company while he was restrained in the stocks. In truth, their arrangement was proving to be precisely how she preferred it. “Ugh, well there were bound to be those types around here. I’ll have to be careful around her,” she said contemplatively. Or she could simply continue to avoid extended social interaction, though she wasn’t sure that wouldn’t delay her gaining her freedom. It was a delicate balance, really.
His expression was a little sour as he remembered Kasper. Crazy actually felt like an understatement. He was fond of mentally unstable, they were usually easy to manipulate, but only certain kinds of crazy. He preferred to stay away from the truly insane. "I would be. I plan on avoiding her if possible." Since otherwise he might be unwisely tempted to wring her neck. Maybe he could prod one of the others to do something. He would look for an opportunity. He warned Susanna mostly because she was, thus far, the only one worth spending extended amounts of time with. He would rather keep her around for awhile, at least.
Susanna really didn’t have a response to that, and so she merely slipped into a companionable silence. He’d certainly given her a lot to think about, and she was really not looking forward to having to watch herself even more around these people. Leading an antisocial life was becoming more and more appealing. “Hmm, I think I’m going to go shower,” she told him after a few minutes. She tapped his chest lightly, fondly before shifting to stand up. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a mischievous little smirk. “Care to join me?” she offered, though she really wouldn’t be offended if he’d rather go his own way.
Ryan smiled slowly, letting his fingers trail over her skin as she stood. Yes, of all the people in this place, he preferred her so far. Too bad he couldn't bring her out into the real world where they could have some real fun. Not that this wasn't fun, he thought with a smirk. "Gladly, yes," he said, rising to follow her into the bathroom. He'd enjoy her again and then go crash in his room, probably grab something to eat because he really hadn't eaten hardly at all today, or yesterday, really. He needed to keep up his strength.