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"Don't act like you don't know..." Orin leaned his face in close, reached the hand that wasn't pinning Laelia's wrist up to her chin, turning her to face him again. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, letting himself indulge in a moment of gentleness as he admired that beautiful and infuriating face of hers. She wasn't going to run, he was certain of that now, and she wasn't going to look away from him either.

There was nearly no space between them now, his chest pressed against hers, the wall against her back. His hand slid down to Laelia's throat, pushing her head back against the wall. He pressed his fingertips just enough into her skin to feel her pulse.

The position was just as dangerous as it was intimate, and fortunately, tonight Orin was leaning more toward intimacy.

For a moment, he held the position, challenging Laelia to make a move against him, but it was too late for that kind of nonsense, and they both knew it. Orin had won this terrible game, and he was going to collect his prize.

Orin kissed her, tightening his hold on her throat at it shifted from something nearly chaste to a greedy, devouring thing. He'd much rather consume her than consider for even one more second that she might leave him, that she had gotten so close doing just that...

There's a second of guilt, the newfound part of him that knows this isn't the right thing to do floating to the surface of his thoughts just long enough to take a breath before he Orin pushed it back down again. He could worry about what the most responsible thing to do in this situation would have been after they both got off.

Letting go of her wrist, his hand moved lower, pressing between her legs as he slowly began to stroke her, breaking off the kiss but not giving Laelia even a breath's amount more space. He tried to be commanding, but his words came out closer to begging. "Don't leave...not tonight."

Her resistance lasted no more than a second before she went still. Laelia took a shaky breath, trying her utmost to preserve whatever dignity she could with her reddened cheek and her back against the wall and her wrists firmly in Orin's grip.

Her poise, while admirable given the circumstances, was crumbling fast as he closed in on her.

"Orin... What... what are you doing?" she asked quietly, all her barbs gone. He was too close, too close to hide. And Laelia wanted him closer still, pressed against her so tightly she couldn't breathe.

If he had been rougher with her, if he had hit her again like she'd asked, that would have made it easier. But whatever was going through Orin's head, he clearly had no interest in going easy on her.

Against all reason, his hands around her wrists gave her some confused sense of security. Although she was scared, of him and of what he might do, she couldn't ignore how exiting it all was. The fear, the anticipation... It was enough to make her sick, and yet, like an overexcited child at the funfair running to queue up again for the big, stomach-churning roller-coaster, still dizzy from the last ride, she was hungry for more.

Why was he doing this? Just to mock her?

Anger flared up in her eyes and smouldered out just as quickly. All but admitting defeat, she lowered her gaze and turned her head to the side and away from Orin.

Would he even let her go if she tried, or was he only toying with her? Perhaps she was a coward like he said. She was not about to test him. They both knew she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't winning today.

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Seymour's words poked at every single one of Orin's raw nerves, making it almost impossible for him to maintain his composure. But somehow, through some miracle, perhaps that same stroke of luck that had made it so he hadn't died that day, the one that had convinced Audrey to let him back in...he held his tongue. Listening to each thing that was said to him in a silence that Orin would not have otherwise thought himself capable of. And even more surprising than his lack of response was that somewhere in between the criticism, he felt something crack, revealing something else beneath the anger he could feel burning just under his skin. It was the unfortunate and uncomfortable realization that Seymour was right.

Of all the feelings this whole day had pulled out of him like a rotten tooth, this somehow felt the worst of all. He didn't deserve a second chance or to see Jason or to even be within a world's distance of this home, but he was here anyway. He'd met his son, and he'd come face to face with the world he'd never truly have and didn't really want but was now a part of...if not for the one small detail that was his unfortunately good genetics.

"I know. I know, okay? You don't have to be such an asshole about it," Orin replied, though there was no fight left in his words as he fists unclenched and he let out a long sigh. Some more of the tension in his body dissipated with the breath, and he looked down the hallway in the direction of the shut door as he let his expression fall. "I'm not gonna hurt anyone...I don't want to. I came here with better intentions than I've ever had, trying to be...someone besides the person I've always been." He turned his attention back to Seymour, feeling some of that bile rising up again but swallowing it back. Still, his eyes narrowed as he continued to speak. "You learn a lot when you almost..." His words trail off, unable to finish that sentence, so he moves on. "Listen, Seymour...I promise I won't tell her, but maybe you should."

Orin’s sarcastic comment stung in only the way his comments could as she closed the door to Jason’s room. Audrey knew what the charm and “friendliness” covered up. He couldn’t fool her anymore. When the door clicked shut, Audrey let the tears spill from her eyes. She collapsed into the rocking chair, Jason still tucked away in her arms. She sniffled softly, staring out the window in dismay. Was this really the right thing to do? She knew that Seymour had…strong feelings…about Orin, but Audrey hadn’t imagined they’d escalate like this. If they wanted a more long term arrangement, this couldn’t happen every time Orin came to visit. She turned her gaze to the baby in her arms. And what about Jason? Sooner or later, he’d be old enough to recognize the tension between Seymour and Orin, especially if it kept up like this, and that’s not something a kid should be caught in the middle of. Audrey sighed, the weight of these decisions heavy on her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Seymour stared daggers at Orin. Anger was not a comfortable feeling for him, and he had to admit that he was somewhat surprised how strongly it had overtaken him. He knew Audrey was right, and it pained him to see how his actions had hurt her. He took a deep breath, ready to put his anger aside…but Orin’s snide comment thrown in after his apology got under his skin again. “Look, I’m sorry, I am.” Seymour kept his voice low, “And sure, I may not have given the warmest welcome. But you’re in my house now. And Audrey is my wife now. You’re lucky she’s giving you a second chance, because I’d hope you know you don’t deserve it” Seymour knew his words were harsh, but he also knew they were nowhere near as harsh as some of the things he had said to Audrey when they were together. “So yes, I could learn a thing or two from her and be more forgiving. But I can’t let you come in here and uproot everything, so if you ever mention anything about that appointment, or if you ever lay a finger on her or Jason, we’re done.”

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Orin's face was already warm, but as Laelia took hold of his chin he could nearly feel the color rise in his cheeks. No one touched him like that! He wouldn't allow it...not normally anyway. But when he felt her fingers press gently into his skin, heard her laugh...whether he liked it or not it was a turn on. He couldn't even give her a real response to her question, something like a whimper escaping him instead of words.

What kind of black magic was she working with here? A woman was taking charge of things, and he wasn't just tolerating it. He was loving it!

A moan was a much less embarrassing sound, and a few escaped past his lips as Laelia graciously ground against him, offering some relief. Just enough to make Orin's eyes close as he tried to hold onto the rush of pleasure as he felt himself twitch, still eager to rut more roughly against her. But it was clear that tonight was going to be completely at Laelia's pace.

"I'm not nervous." He replied, sounding a touch defensive, but mostly his voice was just soft, his words quick so as not to take up too much time when his mouth could be getting used for so many better things. "Just excited. You're so hot, it's almost unfair...almost."

He might have said "you're welcome", but he really couldn't tell, Laelia's hands and he lips doing everything they could to distract him. He pushed himself more into her hand, unashamed to be so obviously needy if it meant he could keep feeling good.

The teeth, however, were a surprise, and his eyes snapped open as he drew in a sharp breath, his grip on her hips tightening.

"No...no, that was good. That was really good." He looked up at her, his eyes wide and expectant. That had hurt, but it was thrilling in a way he'd only experienced a couple times before. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears, feeling a little outside his own body as he spoke. "You could actually be a little rougher. I'm hard to break."

Whatever bashfulness she might have felt was quickly dissipated by the way Orin was looking at her. "You like what you see?" Laelia smiled down at him, enjoying her elevated position and the scenic view it offered. He really was a beautiful man. And now he was all hers.

Laelia licked her lips, one of her hands exploring Orin's chest. Her other grabbed his jaw, almost tenderly, a light laugh falling from her lips. "Not just a pretty face, huh?" The rest of him wasn't half bad either.

She rolled her hips against Orin, giving both of them some eagerly anticipated friction. For the moment, she was still tucked, but she was already itching to get rid of the last layers separating them.

"Your heart's beating so fast. Am I making you nervous?" she teased before leaning in to kiss him again, more sweetly this time.

"And I haven't even thanked you for the first ride," she muttered, reaching down into his briefs to give his cock a slow stroke. "Thank you."

Caught up in the moment, she turned her attention to his neck, her affections growing bolder, sharp teeth making their mark on soft, pale skin.

She pulled away to study Orin. "Too much?"

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"The corruption is exactly why it's hot. Like fucking in a church or something." He's so damn glad he finally has someone he can talk frankly about this stuff with. Though, when you can to a seedy bar it wasn't like the patrons were gonna be any less seedy than the establishment. Himself included. Still, there was something so much more satisfying about an equally dirty mind when there was a pretty face included as part of the package. "Now, I like things neat normally, but when it comes to sexy shit, it's gotta be messy. It's gotta be dirty or else what's the point? Am I really letting loose if it's not fucked up in some way?"

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There were a number of reactions Orin had been expected, but that look wasn't one of them. He almost didn't recognize it having not been on the lookout for one of Laelia's tells. He'd thought all his usual tricks weren't any use in this situation, but it would appear that wasn't entirely correct. Angry as Laelia was at him, as much venom had been in her words, she was very much still attracted to him...unfortunate for her but not at all something Orin was above using to his advantage.

Hitting her had started this whole thing, and his words had only made it worse (to the surprise of no one, Orin included). He considered for no more than half a moment that the wise and right thing to do would be let her walk away. That would be the healthiest thing to do for both of them...but he knew himself, and he knew her...healthy decisions weren't either of their specialties.

Orin grabbed Laelia's wrist, not so tight to hurt but with enough force to keep her from actually pushing him. He could have overpowered her if he really wanted to, but it would be so much more satisfying to see her give into worst habits without him needing to twist her arm, either metaphorically or physically.

"No, I'm not doing that."

He moved a step closer, leaving even less room between them and between Laelia and the wall. There was still room for her to move away if she wanted to, and if Orin let go of her, but it was going to be a tight squeeze with Orin planting his feet firmly on the ground. A quiet voice in the back of his mind wondered if he would really let her go if it came to that, but even more loudly he hoped he wouldn't have to make that decision.

"You can run away if you want, if you're gonna be a coward." His words were far from unkind, but they were spoken with the same weight as if he was simply flirting. And maybe in the worst possible way he was. Making someone angry was a type of thrill after all. His fingers wrap a little tighter around Laelia's wrist, ignoring the hypocrisy of doing such a thing while telling her she could go if she really wanted to. "Run out that door with your tail between your legs..."

Was that meant to be a joke? Well, Laelia wasn't laughing. Usually... There it was again. Just how many times had he been through this? It seemed unfair that Orin got to tune out while everyone else had to listen to him.

"You want me to beg? Fine. Please, spare me your bullshit."

For all her repartee, she still hesitated when Orin drew the necessary conclusion from her words before she did. Of course she was leaving. She had to leave. She knew exactly what would happen if she stayed, and it would be her own fault for teaching Orin that he could treat her any way he wanted without consequence.

But... was she leaving him? Could she leave him when they weren't even really together?

Her already hazardous train of thought was completely derailed by Orin's movement toward her. Instinctively, Laelia shrank back, but she didn't make it very far with her back against the wall.

Even if he wasn't hurting her or holding her down, having him this close made it that much harder to think.

If Orin cared to look, he might see something more in her eyes than fear and anger. A look he should be more than familiar with by now. The way her gaze dropped to his mouth as she licked her lips... Laelia appeared almost flustered.

And perhaps, for a moment, she was fantasising about Orin pinning her to the wall and kissing her, his big hand around her throat... But before she could lose herself too much, Orin opened his mouth.

One thing? One thing?! Laelia knew better than that. Orin himself had told her so. And he still hadn't apologised. Not that it really mattered. An apology was almost as worthless as a promise. This wasn't a slip-up; this was Orin showing her who he was when he was angry.

What was she giving up on? A guy who hit her? She was sure she'd get over it. But it was the last thing he said that really got to her, as he had no doubt intended.

Laelia glared at him and raised her arms to try and push him away or at least keep him at a distance.

"Get out of my way!"

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"God, you're jumpy. Must be exhausting being s'damn nervous all the time." Orin furrowed his brow, though only just slightly. He wasn't surprised by the florist's jittery nerves, but if you asked him he would have told you he had been perfectly friendly for this whole interaction. And yet, you'd have thought he'd pulled a knife out on this guy the way he stammered and carried on. Orin almost wished he had done such a thing just to see how big of a reaction he would have gotten out of him. Would have at least been funny.

But for whatever reason, he thought better of it, the switchblade in his back pocket staying holstered for the foreseeable future...which for Orin was a couple minutes at most. Predicting what he'd do any further out than that was simply impossible.

He glanced over at the sad displays, a few of the ribbons Seymour suggesting donning a few pre-made bouquets. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized Audrey must have made at least a couple of those. It made him feel sentimental in a way that made him wrinkle his nose, convinced the date was just making him overly sensitive. He placed his hands down on the counter, just barely looking at Seymour as he spoke. "Black is fine. I like black."

"I-it doesn't have to be... complicated...!" There was that dangerous tone in Orin's voice again, and it was making it harder and harder for Seymour to not feel overwhelmed by the dread of just being around this man and his seemingly unpredictable mood. ...Was this the sort of thing Audrey had to deal with on a daily basis when she was off the clock? ....Poor girl; no wonder she always seemed so unhealthy. If Seymour's stress levels were off the charts from just this single interaction, he couldn't imagine what being in a full-on relationship with the dentist was like.

Upon realizing that his own voice had sharply risen in volume with that response, he quickly lowered it again the next time he spoke, not wanting to potentially open a door for confrontation. "...I-I was just asking. A-and I can get you a-any color ribbon you want. Red, green, blue, purple..."

Subconsciously, he began to back closer to the door that led to the arrangement room, hoping the dentist would just confirm his order already so he could scurry into hiding back there and get even a moment to breathe a bit easier.

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Laelia's touch, warm hands at last against his skin, made Orin feel like his whole body was alight. It started in his chest, following her hands to his back before spreading out to the rest of him. It felt so close to being revered...it was the closest he'd gotten to it in a while anyway. Someone touching him with genuine desire...he kissed her, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be as close as he possibly could, fumbling a bit as he rushed to remove his pants.

He'd only just barely kicked his jeans to then side when he was forced down onto the bed, the needy kiss broken. Orin was too caught off guard to have an immediate reaction, staring up at Laelia from his newfound position. The view, of course, was hardly unwelcome, and he shoved the surprise off his face and replaced it with awe. He raked his gaze over her body, lips parting as he did so, his tongue dangerously close to lolling out of his mouth like a wolf's.

There wasn't one part of her he didn't immediately want to mark up with his hands and his mouth, already fantasizing about fingertip shaped bruises and red marks where his teeth had dug in painted across her tits.

"Yeah, I had a feeling you've been wanting to look down on me," Orin replied, his heart feeling like it might beat out of his chest as Laelia positioned herself above him. He placed his hands on her hips, attempting to pull her down more onto him, wanting to grind himself between her legs...feel what she'd so cleverly hidden beneath her dress, and of course, let her feel what he was working with in return.

A fair exchange if you asked him.

"My bike's not the only thing you'll get to ride tonight."

It made her chuckle, the way they were struggling for dominance with every move. One moment, he came out on top, the next, she took over. A promising start.

When Orin's shirt came off, she didn't wait for an invitation to have a feel of his bare chest, running her nails down his back... It was intoxicating to have him so close, to feel how much he wanted her.

Feeling him reach for her zipper made her heart beat faster, her breath come quicker. For a moment, Laelia considered stopping him. For all her apparent confidence, nakedness came with a special kind of vulnerability, and Laelia had no intention of being any more vulnerable with Orin than strictly necessary. But, aided by the 'romantic lighting', she quickly decided she wanted him to keep going, to feel his hands on her bare skin. Their clothes were in the way, so it was only logical that she let him help her out of her dress, casting off the tight fabric and letting it drop to the floor.

Naked safe for her panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels, she pushed Orin down onto the bed.

"I've been wanting to get you under me all evening," she told him with a dangerous smile as she climbed into his lap, straddling him.

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Orin pouted as he was mocked. It was bad enough he was in physical pain, but Sloan was still insisting on making fun of him. If he hadn't been so sore he would have given him a good knock upside his head...but then again, if he wasn't sore he likely wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place.

"Some people respond to their fear of the dentist differently. Most people whimper and cower, which is fine by me. But others...." Orin paused, both for dramatic effect and and also because he moved the wrong way, causing pain to shoot up and down his side. The sound he made was less than dignified. "Fuck. Look...let's just say some people get bold at take advantage of all the pointy objects that should be going on their mouths, not in my side."

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"It's not really my thing," Sloan mocks. "Buddy, you wanna give yourself sepsis? You wanna fuckin' die because you don' wanna ask for help? Get over yourself."

Sloan's bedside manner left much to be desired, but at least he's willing to work for nearly nothing and in less than ideal conditions. "I'll help but I'm also gonna talk shit. Stupid. Gonna fuckin' lose a rib for no reason— what the fuck did'ya do to it anyway? I can clean it up and wrap it better than you did, but fuck me, what's the dentist gotten up to?"

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But he started it. The petulant, snotty, response was right on the tip of his tongue, but in an uncharacteristically wise decision, Orin dug his teeth into his cheek to keep himself from saying anything else. His arms now empty, he let them fall to his sides, his hands quickly turning into fists. But he didn't dare lift them, his nails digging into his palms as he glared at Seymour.

It was clear he hadn't told her. Hadn't explained to her why Orin had been so quick to back off or why he'd kept his distance for as long as he had. It was written across Audrey's face as Orin shot her a look, but in doing so he also so Jason, so quickly taken from him...comfortable and safe in his mother's arms. It did nothing to quell his anger, but now there was a sharp edge of sadness in the mix that made Orin wince. Jason was his son, but he wasn't his father...not really. This home wasn't his. The town, the street, the lawn...none of it was his except for this one mark he'd left on it.

Did he really want to leave another mark by saying all that had happened? About that appointment? It would have been so satisfying take a sledgehammer to the foundation of this home, to reveal Audrey's diminutive prince charming for what he was. A selfish, opportunistic, liar...as far as Orin was concerned anyway. But as Jason stirred unhappily, Orin knew he couldn't do that. Certainly not for Seymour's sake but for his son's. As much as he hated it, his son's life was settled firmly atop that same foundation.

"I'm already the bigger man, Audrey. You know how tall I am," he replied, forcing a smile. He'd forced most of the bile down, managing to make his words sound just shy of true friendliness. "But yeah, sure...I'm sorry." He turned to look at Seymour, his smile showing more teeth and his gaze hardening...though his tone remained amiable as he watched Audrey walk down the hall. "Go on, it's your turn."

Audrey’s smile grew as Jason fell asleep in Orin’s eyes. Audrey had of course been anxious before their meeting, and she wasn’t sure if she could trust Orin’s claim that he had changed. She wasn’t sure what to expect, or how he would react to being with his son in person in her home, her space. But the more she watched them together, she knew they had made the right decision. Those glimpses of tenderness she had clung so hard to when they were together seemed to be more willing to show themselves the longer he was there. Though Audrey could never let her guard completely down, she knew he was telling the truth: he had changed. And Audrey was certain that Jason could help him continue to heal. 

But unfortunately, she suddenly wasn’t so sure about all of this as the tension in the room snapped abruptly. She knew what Seymour had said was unkind – and she was rather disappointed with her husband – and she did understand Orin’s reaction, but his anger still made her adrenaline spike. She rose rapidly and scooped up Jason into her arms, holding him close both as an anchor for herself and to keep him calm. She stood at the end of the table, across from Seymour and Orin. In an instant, she felt like she had lost all her power, her voice stuck. Orin’s words confused her, and certainly had their familiar sting. It seemed so calculated, and the look on Seymour’s face suggested that it had struck a particular nerve. 

It wasn’t until Seymour stood up to retaliate that Audrey found her voice again. He opened his mouth - “Maybe I should have–” – but Audrey cut him off. “Knock it off!” She snapped, her high pitched voice in stark contrast to the two men, “Both of ya…”. Seymour shot a glare at Orin, but didn’t say anything. Audrey took a deep breath. “Look, this “arrangement” isn’t gonna work unless both of ya grow-up a little. Both of you” She repeated, looking between the two of them. “And if we need to hold off on this until you, Seymour, can sort out whateva’ this..this resentment is, or if we have to hold off until you, Orin, can be the bigga’ man, then we will!” Jason began to fuss in Audrey’s arms and she rocked him gently. Annoyed with Seymour, and wary of Orin, Audrey felt she needed a break too. Hurt in her eyes, she looked at the two of them, “Apologize, both of ya,” And she turned and walked down the hallway into Jason’s room.

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Being on the receiving end of this much anger felt absolutely awful, but Orin was finding he minded it less and less the more it went on. He still felt pissed, but resentment was harder to find. Laelia wasn't about to back down, he wouldn't have expected her too. He nearly respected it. And he probably would have said as much if her ire hadn't been directed at him.

"I don't listen to myself that much. And uh yeah...usually this is the part where there's crying. Or begging...I don't have a preference." Orin's not sure how much he's joking. More often than not he said whatever came to his mind before even considering what it was he was saying. But he couldn't play that kind of game with someone who couldn't just be talked into submission. Laelia was listening, and she wasn't impressed. And now he was attempting to be funny on top of that?

Maybe he didn't have a death wish, but he was definitely starting to sound like he wanted to get slapped again. And maybe he did. Maybe he needed to be rattled, shaken until something intelligent came to him. But right now all Orin could find was nerves. Nerves that only got worse the more Laelia spoke.

"Wait...what do you mean? You're not actually leaving are ya?"

Now, that he did hear, and in doing so he could hear what a stupid question it was. Of course she'd want to leave after that! That's what a normal person would do in this kinda situation! But if she left then what? Was that it?

He took a step toward her, actively trying to keep her where she was this time. It wasn't the most comforting move, but he didn't know what else to do with his usual methods off the table. "I do one thing wrong, and you're already running away? You really wanna give up on this? Thought you were tougher than that."

It wasn't a wince exactly. At least, that's what Laelia told herself. But she visibly tensed when Orin raised his hand, and kept her eyes glued to it. Although she'd had a pretty good idea this wasn't a first for him, hearing him say it still made her stomach drop.

"Good," she retorted nevertheless with a generous serving of spite. That made two of them. Really, feeling bad was the least he could do. Though Laelia didn't think he fully realised what he had done, that he had hurt more than her feelings. How could he when he was so damn busy thinking about himself?

An incredulous huff left her. "I'm sorry, am I not sticking to your fantasy? Are you listening to yourself?! You want me to cry, is that it? You want me to grovel? That what gets you off? You want me scared?"

As her ability to think returned to her, she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that... she was. She wanted to get away, get some distance between them, but Orin had effectively cornered her, and even if he seemed to have calmed down, she wasn't sure he would just let her go.

"You think you're the first guy to try this? You're nothing special." She looked down, swallowing a sigh. "I'm such an idiot for thinking you'd be any different." She couldn't remember the last time anyone had hit her this hard... And she hated that, even now, she was still attracted to him. "But I'm not doing this anymore. I'm not gonna let another asshole like you push me around. I'm not gonna make myself small so you can feel less pathetic. Find another dummy."