I'm safe. In a manner of speaking. Unfortunately I've been given the more unfavorable designation in this place, but those without the mark just live in a fancier prison.
( Chapel isn't sure why she chooses white for the dress but she guesses it's her color now, so strongly associated with her time in Starfleet that it's the thing she identifies with most.
This is no Starfleet uniform, though, given the dress is barely long enough to cover her ass and it's tight enough to show every curve. She doesn't mind losing it; it's a new purchase intentionally for now.
She lets herself into the apartment and stands in the living room, not doing so much as removing her shoes. She'll wait for instructions like she always does. )
[ Lorca precedes her arrival, divests himself of his jacket and enjoys a glass of bourbon. She couldn't have sounded more eager to come home to him, submit to whatever he has in store. Again, he's almost humbled by his fortune, to have found the one member of Starfleet who handles herself like an Imperial. No one in the Empire would bat an eye at an advertisement like hers, but if they were to come across a concerning statement, and care enough to be concerned, they wouldn't approach it like her peers have.
He can't help but think that's why she's not spending the night with any of them.
Lorca's drained his glass and is musing over his options for the evening when he hears the door open. Recent sales have stocked one his drawers with a few instruments of pain that if she doesn't appreciate, he's certain someone in this city will. He has hopes for her, nonetheless. He plucks a broad black satin ribbon, fit for a blindfold or restraints, and shuts the drawer. A mild proposal on its own.
Entering the living room, he grants her a smile. ] Beautiful.
[ Her timeliness, her obedience, her choice of color. Approaching, the folded satin clearly visible in his hand, he asks, ] You haven't had anything to drink, have you?
( Chapel likes to indulge, it's true, but she's never mixed alcohol and her work as a nurse and she's always gone into medicine stone cold sober even if sometimes she needs a drink afterward to deal with what she's seen. Not being drunk, being clear-headed - it's important for their trust here and she's made it a point never to lie to Gabriel about it. If they're going to be contract partners, they need to be honest with one another or it will never work the way she wants it to. )
Stone cold sober. Not opposed to anything afterward but I'm good for now.
[ A soft grunt makes it no further than his throat. Approval. ]
You are. [ He hooks a finger under her chin, tips her face up towards him. Lorca captures her mouth with his, hand moving to brace thumb along her jaw, fingers curling around the back of her neck. Undemanding but firm, confident she'll open up to him to satisfy her own hunger. ]
( Chapel opens to him easily. It's simple to trust him even if it shouldn't be. Whenever she trusts him, he brings her to places she never knew she could reach; there's things she can do with Gabriel that she wouldn't even dare try doing with anyone else and it's absolutely dizzying.
She touches her hands to his shoulders, down his strong arms. He could tear her apart if he wanted but he doesn't and that's why she trusts him. )
[ There's that death wish. It doesn't make her pitiable. It makes her insatiable. On a ship, as a crew member with valuable skills, it couldn't be tolerated. In a dimension where death appears to be impermanent, why shouldn't she indulge it? As long as it doesn't inconvenience him. Nothing but the opposite, so far.
Lorca admires her for a long beat, breath mingling across the distance of a broken kiss. What he wants is to see how far "anything" goes. ]
Don't move. [ He rounds her, the hand on her throat trailing like a ribbon on a may pole, to stand at her back. It anchors on the soft flesh where neck meets shoulder.
From behind her, he holds the satin sash aloft for her consideration, and asks, ] Eyes or wrists?
[As the new year rings in, Mariner doesn’t think twice about the compulsion that bubbles up. She just act on a thought she’s had a few times, and texts Chapel.]
[The knock comes fairly shortly, almost as though she’d decided to start making her way before thinking to ask.
Mariner will wait at the door, a little unsteady. Not dressed up, just a casual jacket and tank top combo. She’ll be faintly humming some fanfare of a song as she loiters.]
( It doesn't take long to get the door and Chapel shows Mariner in, giving her a grin. She makes sure that Gabriel's bedroom door is firmly closed; that isn't a place for anyone to go into even by accident. )
Hi! So, you like it up here? I haven't done much with the decorating.
[She smiles, a little too earnest, when Chapel answers. Chapel is fun - Chapel is understanding. If there's anyone to whom Mariner should level with tonight, it's the nurse. Almost as an afterthought, she affects a dismissive handwave, and steps close to Chapel, barely looking around the house , much less concerning herself with Lorca's room.]
Pff, you mean the Up? It's nice enough, I guess, though I'm not sure how anyone can get any sleep without a sidewalk loiterer to yell at through the window.
[She reaches up, scratches a cheek, and offers up an attempt to tack on a polite offering.]
Lorca swabs the last of her cuts with disinfectant, blowing gently on the wound to elicit a shiver. Getting it enlivens his grin. He seals the mark with an adhesive bandage and tidies up the first aid kit. Then his fingers trace the skin surrounding the dressing. Shoulder blades are a risky canvas, bone and blood so close to the surface. A nurse knows that. He relishes her trust in him.
The compliment elicits another shiver, this time from elation that she’d passed the test again. Every time they’re together, she runs a gauntlet, and every time she comes out stronger for it.
“Thank you, Sir. I hope it marks so I can remember it.”
Without dermal regenerators, scarring is a certainty rather than a possibility and Chapel likes carrying his marks on her body. She likes looking at them and knowing she’s been possessed by someone.
She wears them well. No one's come blustering to his door about her sullied honor. They would be the ones committing an indignity against her, at this point. It's within her capability to put a stop to anything he does to her, whether they think that's a safe word or a phaser at point blank range. Christine wants this. He's dedicated himself to ensuring she needs it.
Musing at her back, he runs those featherlight fingertips over another thin, settling scar, mirrored on the opposite shoulder.
"Come to bed with me." Lorca noses at the nape of her neck. Fingers raking into her hair, he guides her head to the side to lay a hungry kiss to her throat.
This is her reward for taking the pain. The pain is intwined with the intimacy of it and she never has one without the other - she never has this from him without the sting of a hand or the sharp edge of a knife. Other people aren't the same. Neither of them are faithful - the relationship has always been open - but there is no one that can give her what Gabriel gives her.
"I want it," she assures him, voice lower and hungrier now that he's kissing her and they've moved past patching wounds and into somewhat else. This part is all the sweeter after the pain and the self-control on her part.
"You have me," he assures her. Her choice. From the moment they met, every step they take has been her choice. (Her fault.)
She has him, and he owns her. Permanently. She can walk away in every sense but a legal one. That's what matters in the eyes of Duplicity. He'll never wear a plain leather bracelet again, nor will she be dressed down in such a collar, regardless of what esteem she holds him in. He pays his debts.
Lorca gets to his feet, her hair falling through his fingers. He remained clothed for the session; he enjoys having her undress him, an attendant to her lord. He ushers her out of the bathroom, giving her the lead down the stairs to his bedroom.
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Date: 2023-12-05 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2023-12-05 02:51 am (UTC)Have you seen the Captain yet? Or Una?
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Date: 2023-12-05 02:55 am (UTC)( ... )
have you found a dominant? i managed to meet another starfleet captain.
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Date: 2023-12-05 03:23 am (UTC)[ haha, well. ]
No. I've had offers made. I just haven't taken them.
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Date: 2023-12-05 03:24 am (UTC)do i need to buy you anything? my dominant lets me have a job at the hospital as much as it disgusts me to say lets.
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Date: 2023-12-17 02:10 am (UTC)continued from D/S finder
Date: 2023-12-26 01:11 am (UTC)( Chapel isn't sure why she chooses white for the dress but she guesses it's her color now, so strongly associated with her time in Starfleet that it's the thing she identifies with most.
This is no Starfleet uniform, though, given the dress is barely long enough to cover her ass and it's tight enough to show every curve. She doesn't mind losing it; it's a new purchase intentionally for now.
She lets herself into the apartment and stands in the living room, not doing so much as removing her shoes. She'll wait for instructions like she always does. )
I'm here.
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Date: 2023-12-26 02:25 am (UTC)He can't help but think that's why she's not spending the night with any of them.
Lorca's drained his glass and is musing over his options for the evening when he hears the door open. Recent sales have stocked one his drawers with a few instruments of pain that if she doesn't appreciate, he's certain someone in this city will. He has hopes for her, nonetheless. He plucks a broad black satin ribbon, fit for a blindfold or restraints, and shuts the drawer. A mild proposal on its own.
Entering the living room, he grants her a smile. ] Beautiful.
[ Her timeliness, her obedience, her choice of color. Approaching, the folded satin clearly visible in his hand, he asks, ] You haven't had anything to drink, have you?
[ He needs her steady. ]
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Date: 2023-12-26 04:26 am (UTC)( Chapel likes to indulge, it's true, but she's never mixed alcohol and her work as a nurse and she's always gone into medicine stone cold sober even if sometimes she needs a drink afterward to deal with what she's seen. Not being drunk, being clear-headed - it's important for their trust here and she's made it a point never to lie to Gabriel about it. If they're going to be contract partners, they need to be honest with one another or it will never work the way she wants it to. )
Stone cold sober. Not opposed to anything afterward but I'm good for now.
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Date: 2023-12-26 04:52 am (UTC)You are. [ He hooks a finger under her chin, tips her face up towards him. Lorca captures her mouth with his, hand moving to brace thumb along her jaw, fingers curling around the back of her neck. Undemanding but firm, confident she'll open up to him to satisfy her own hunger. ]
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Date: 2023-12-26 04:42 pm (UTC)She touches her hands to his shoulders, down his strong arms. He could tear her apart if he wanted but he doesn't and that's why she trusts him. )
Anything you want. You know that.
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Date: 2023-12-26 08:22 pm (UTC)Lorca admires her for a long beat, breath mingling across the distance of a broken kiss. What he wants is to see how far "anything" goes. ]
Don't move. [ He rounds her, the hand on her throat trailing like a ribbon on a may pole, to stand at her back. It anchors on the soft flesh where neck meets shoulder.
From behind her, he holds the satin sash aloft for her consideration, and asks, ] Eyes or wrists?
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:47 pm (UTC)Hey, you available?
I want to come over.
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Date: 2024-01-03 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-04 01:03 pm (UTC)Mariner will wait at the door, a little unsteady. Not dressed up, just a casual jacket and tank top combo. She’ll be faintly humming some fanfare of a song as she loiters.]
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Date: 2024-01-05 04:56 am (UTC)Hi! So, you like it up here? I haven't done much with the decorating.
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Date: 2024-01-06 03:28 am (UTC)Pff, you mean the Up? It's nice enough, I guess, though I'm not sure how anyone can get any sleep without a sidewalk loiterer to yell at through the window.
[She reaches up, scratches a cheek, and offers up an attempt to tack on a polite offering.]
You've got a nice place, though. Cute.
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Date: 2024-06-30 11:40 pm (UTC)june pre-network post, post permanent renewal ( cw knifeplay )
Date: 2024-07-15 03:06 am (UTC)"Beautiful," he murmurs.
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Date: 2024-07-15 02:02 pm (UTC)“Thank you, Sir. I hope it marks so I can remember it.”
Without dermal regenerators, scarring is a certainty rather than a possibility and Chapel likes carrying his marks on her body. She likes looking at them and knowing she’s been possessed by someone.
“I love all your little marks on me.”
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Date: 2024-07-15 04:43 pm (UTC)Musing at her back, he runs those featherlight fingertips over another thin, settling scar, mirrored on the opposite shoulder.
"Come to bed with me." Lorca noses at the nape of her neck. Fingers raking into her hair, he guides her head to the side to lay a hungry kiss to her throat.
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Date: 2024-07-15 08:54 pm (UTC)"I want it," she assures him, voice lower and hungrier now that he's kissing her and they've moved past patching wounds and into somewhat else. This part is all the sweeter after the pain and the self-control on her part.
"I just want you. I want what you give me."
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Date: 2024-07-15 09:44 pm (UTC)She has him, and he owns her. Permanently. She can walk away in every sense but a legal one. That's what matters in the eyes of Duplicity. He'll never wear a plain leather bracelet again, nor will she be dressed down in such a collar, regardless of what esteem she holds him in. He pays his debts.
Lorca gets to his feet, her hair falling through his fingers. He remained clothed for the session; he enjoys having her undress him, an attendant to her lord. He ushers her out of the bathroom, giving her the lead down the stairs to his bedroom.
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Date: 2024-12-27 10:00 pm (UTC)Merry Christmas!
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