entangleme | IT HAS BEEN COMMANDED

SEXY MEME?
Holidays are supposed to make people happy, right? Well, holidays for you sucked. You didn't get to see your family or maybe you have no family at all. If you're a villain, maybe another year has gone by and you still haven't taken over the world. If you're a hero, maybe you're a B-lister who still doesn't have his own action figure. Last night you felt incredibly lonely and pathetic and sad, so you hit the bar. Hard.

Well honey, the bar hit back. You wake up in a cheap motel bed and you're not alone.

What. The. Hell?

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TOTALLY STOLEN FROM SOMEONE WHO STOLE IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE.

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[Victoria is clinging to you as tightly as her prosthetic arms would allow.]

Opening his eyes painfully, even the dim light provided by the fluorescent bulb across the room was too bright. His fingers were entwined in gossamer black hair. Not his own.

After a moment of focus, and remembering just who it was that was locked to his body, glistening with sweat and other fluids that could only have been his, for the most part, he half-smiled, half grimaced from the headache.

Things went better than expected last night, apparently.

Victoria slowly roused to the waking world, fluttering her eyes through her porcelain mask. She was slow to identify the man she was clinging as Cain, the well dress gentlemen she had met on several occasions. She certainly could have done worse.

"Good morning, Cain..."

"Victoria..." he replied as softly as his headached voice would allow. "Morning, I will agree with, but it's good only because I awoke in the arms of someone like you," he said. Sweet-tongued even in hangoverland.

"This is a lovely way to start a day." The doll girl cooed, she was able to channel her attention grabbing skills even when half-hung over it seemed. "I assume you enjoyed last night as much as I did?"

"They say that toys make it all the more enjoyable, beautiful. You are no exception," he said, stroking her hair with his hand. He hoped that she wasn't offended or something by his calling her such. It was appropriate, at least. He thought so, at any rate.

"And here I expected Christmas to be terrible on this station."

Victoria was quite pleased with being called a toy, all she ever wanted in life was to be someone's doll. An object to be loved and taken care of, being with Cain more then fulfilled her slightly twisted dream.

"Mmm, if I had known I was going to be your present I would have tied a bow round my head." She said as she began to hug the gentlemen laying beside her.

She was cold and warm at the same time, so exotic, so... forbidden, almost. Stuffy head and all, he could feel his blood collecting in that place which is filled, felt it begin to hunger for that place which is not filled. She could probably feel it too, pressed up against him as she was.

"You can be my present whenever you wish, my delicate darling..."

Victoria gently kissed Cain on the lips before speaking. Her movements were jerky and her attempts at romance roughly the same, but there was real emotion hidden beneath all of the porcelain and ball-joints.

"That is an offer I will have to take you up on."

His reply was a kiss, and a wistful sigh. Somehow he'd explain this to Mary Weather. Somehow she'd be all right with it. Somehow.

Victoria barley picked up on Cain's sigh, but was worried none the less. This was supposed to be a happy time and she would have no concern, big or small, ruin the mood.

"Is anything wrong, love?" She said running her hand through Cain's hair.

Nope. Nothing at all. Nuh-uh.

"I only thought of this morning ending, and having to return to the trudgery of work on the station," he said, smoothly, without even a hint of hesitation. "Promise me we can do this again, dearest, and it shall erase from my mind."

Mary Weather will KILL him. Come to think of it, where is she, anyway?

Victoria cuddles against Cain before speaking, she knows their little encounter will have to end soon and thus is trying to make the most of the moment.

"You are more then welcome to my bed any night." She said in a sexy a tone as she could muster. "A doll never strays from her master, after all."

IT HAS BEEN COMMANDED

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