[arrives at Eliot's room promptly at midnight. She's back in her catsuit, the zipper pulled nearly up to her chin, and her expression is cool—professional even]
[answers the door immediately, looking calm and collected. If she looks past him she'll notice a sheet of plastic put down over one of the beds. There's pretty much nothing else to indicate that this is even his room though]
[finishes undressing and goes to get a small knife and a strip of leather with a buckle from his trunk. He hands the knife to her - it's sharp and well weighted for throwing - and starts buckling the leather around his neck]
And this is my limiter. Brings me down to human strength.
[rakes her eyes over him, musing briefly, then starts to circle. the first cut comes without further preamble than that, a long, straight, shallow gash across his back, whip quick, like she's getting his attention]
[he is apparently not expecting that at all. His breath catches and his whole body goes suddenly tense, but he doesn't move. After a second he makes an effort to breathe evenly and start to force his body to relax]
[when he starts to relax, she lays the tip of the blade against his spine, just below the belt, letting him feel the weight of the blade but not breaking the skin. there's just enough pressure on the tip to raise a welt as she draws it down the center of his back]
[lets it go when it's clear she's got the message and sits up, back to the wall. He reaches up and undoes his limiter, relaxing a little when he feels the wounds on his back knit up immediately]
[shifts her weight back slightly, telegraphing that she's not a threat; otherwise doesn't question it, letting him decide what he wants to do from there]
[calms down pretty fast with the limiter off and then is just awkward. It feels like he should say something but most of the candidates for things to say aren't really things he wants to. Eventually he tries the most practical option]
We can try that again, just don't - [didn't quite think this sentence through, now he has to work out how to end it]
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'Evening.
[beckons her in]
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[glancing over the plastic, overtly unbothered by it]
I see you're ready for me.
You going to need to be restrained?
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No restraints.
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And the blade?
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And this is my limiter. Brings me down to human strength.
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[takes the knife and turns it over in her hand, testing its balance, then testing the edge on her thumb]
I can work with this.
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You see me trying to get this off, you get it off for me. Got it?
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All right, let's get this show on the road.
[goes to lie face down on the bed, pillowing his head in his arms much like someone about to get a massage]
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Stop.
[there's a definite note of uneasiness in his voice]
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We can try that again, just don't - [didn't quite think this sentence through, now he has to work out how to end it]
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[it's a question, or maybe a suggestion. her tone is neutral]
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Don't toy with me.
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[finally, she'll speak up]
I can do that, if you want to try again. Are you sure that's what you want?
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[reaching up to buckle the collar back on again]
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