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The dueling expressions on her face and the warring lights in her eyes spoke volumes to Eddie even before she asked if he would be near. And to hear her ask the question and see her bite her lip so uncertainly brought the weight of it down on his shoulders like a ton of bricks. She relied on him. He was her safe place, her teddy bear, her light in the dark.

He reached one hand out to her and brushed her cheek with his fingers, then settled his palm against it. It was the first time he'd extended quite this brand of gesture, but it seemed appropriate now... a moment to solidify that he would never have gone to this effort if he didn't care very much for her.

"I'll be right here," he assured her. "You can come back to this spot at any time, look over your shoulder whenever you want, glance this way on a whim, this is where I'll be. I'll call out to you when you're down to five minutes, an' if you aren't here when time is up, I'll come find you to take you back, 'cause we are gonna go back. I get how much you love bein' outside, an' I'm sure you're gonna wanna soak this up as much as possible. But you'll definitely need your sleep after this."

His hand shifted from her face to settle atop her head, and he gave her the gentlest ruffle of her hair. "Go on. Go enjoy."

Mia let out a small breath of relief when he said your welcome, it was just an added reasssurence that she hadn't misstepped. There were still a lot of times where the years and years of training and conditioning at the facility made her very uncertain of approaching Eddie the wrong way. There was still that second guessing, that fear of being punished if she stepped out of line. Granted he had his own rules for her, ones she was very very careful of following almost methodically. He'd kept her safe, he'd taken better care of her then they ever have, and the idea of disappointing him…or being truly punished by him, was more than she could handle. Their time together had been a huge learning curve for the mutant and she was still trying to learn to trust him fully. Though that trust had grown a lot over the last several months.

The mutant pushed the inner musings back deep into her mind, not wanting to focus on then, but wanting to focus instead on now and what was happening. Plus, she didnt want to miss out on anything he was telling her. The more he spoke, the more her eyes lit up with excitement, though there was a small tinge of fear there too. Like if she went too far from him something might happen…or what if…what if he just left her here because he was done with her? He wouldn't do that right. "I…will…will you be close, Sir?" she questioned biting her lip.

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Eddie kept up his satisfied smile to hear that she was good to go... though his grin took on a more grim cast when she decided to taunt him. He knew very well what she was up to. How many times had she gotten him to clamp his hand over her mouth when they were having sex? How often had she shivered and shuddered in his grip when he'd wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed until she could barely draw breath? She loved sassing him, and she seemed to love him silencing her just as much.

But therein lay the trap. If he responded to her taunting, she would get what she wanted. If he ignored it, it afforded her an avenue to keep it up until she pushed a button he couldn't NOT respond to. She'd already deployed one such button -- mentioning Spider-Man. And spanking her until her ass was raw? It was already beet red, and he could see her fighting to keep the smirk off her face.

He glanced down at the spread he'd left on the floor. There was certainly a reason she had such an array of devices meant to muffle or deprive her of speech. They'd not talked much about her previous love lives, but it was his distinct impression they were far more for her than for any previous lovers. It wasn't news to him that she enjoyed having someone else in control.

The one caveat to this being... Eddie was currently in control of whether she arrived at that glorious peak. The spreader bar meant she couldn't rub her thighs together, and her hands were in no position to touch anything. She needed him to get her there.

He smirked. That thought process had brought him back to center.

Eddie leaned down, circling his hand about her throat again, but this time not clenching it in a crushing grip. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers as he stared into her eyes. "That's the thing about prizes. Once you get one, you can take your sweet time deciding what you're gonna do with it. Could pin it down beneath you and rail it hard... could put it on a shelf an' just think about all the filthy stuff you wanna do with it for a while. I hear waiting's good for a girl."

Without waiting for her response, he pressed his lips to hers, plundering her mouth with his tongue. His remaining hand set itself to stroking all along whatever skin it could find, but took particular delight in teasing both of her nipples... and slinking down beneath her belly button to hover just above the divide of her legs and the glistening wet between them.

Sierra rolled her eyes as he mentioned just shoving her head down into the pillow, it wasn't exactly what she was aiming for but somehow the imagine of him behind her with a handful of her hair or gripping the back of her neck as he held her face down into the mattress sounded a lot more fucking hot and now she was squriming for a completely different reason. If she could squeeze her thighs together with this damn spreader bar, she would have been, for some sort of friction.

Her squirming stopped momentarily as his hand came across her already tender cheeks, her body tensing at the stinging it left behind, "Fuck" she grimaced though the smirk that she attempted to hide from the corner of her lips showed that she absolutely wasn't hating the punishment to her ass. The way he was looking over the plugs, she knew that he was going to end up settling on one. There was no way that he was going to not, and the hunter wasn't entirely surprised when he had settled on the pink one she'd commented on using on him. It was one of her favorites if she was honest, but that wasn't why she'd brough that one up.

"Shit…thats fucking cold!" she screethed, her clasped legs flying back partly intentionally partly just out of response, but he'd clearly been ready for it because he caught her ankle before it even got far. She just barely managed to inhale a breath when she felt the plug pressing in, doing her best to stay relaxed at the intrusion, as it stretched her out, slowly, too fucking slow. A moan fell from her lips as he twisted it, pressing against all the best spots inside of her until it was firmly buried deep inside of her.

The blonde let out a squeak as she was flipped onto her arms, adding a bit more of pain into the mix from the pressure to them beneath her. They both knew she was a bit of a masochist, so if anything it only stemmed her on further. She bit her lip as his fingers pulled at her hardened nipple, "Mmm…Im green, Sweetie" she hummed. It didn't hold as much sass as the rest of their conversation, because she wanted him to know that she was taking the safety aspects seriously and she appreciated the check in, because as hard as they could play at times it was needed. "Now lets get this show on the road, Eddie…or now that you got me all tied up have you realized you don't know what to do with your prize?" and there was the sass, her blue eyes gleaming.

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mun questions: Tell us about a myth/folktale/urban legend of your culture or geographic area.

[ Random Asks / Accepting ]

You frequently tell me how much you enjoy my narration, so I'll submit this as my reply:

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Eddie allowed himself a smile when Mia all but tackled him in a hug, and let one arm drape around her for those few moments. A reward in its own right, because she needed to know what approving and caring contact felt like. He wasn't going to overwhelm her with it, of course; he'd been carefully working her up to the point where she could accept that it wasn't wrong to deliver or receive gestures of fondness.

When she stood back from him, he saw her face was fire-truck red, and her head was drooped -- embarrassed, maybe, that she'd let herself forget the nature of their relationship. But that was just the thing, wasn't it? Relationships change and evolve over time. He wasn't just the master of her fate. He was her caretaker.

"You're welcome," he answered, his voice as earnest as he could make it. He glanced at his watch. "Now. By my reckoning, it took us about forty-five minutes, from home to here. There should be no one for miles, not this time'uh night. So... this is your opportunity to spend some time where you should've been allowed all along. Go. Enjoy the forest. Touch grass. Feel the trees. Meet the bugs if you want. Make some noise if you need to. You can have an hour. At the end of it, if you haven't returned to me, I'll come get you."

It had been a slow, agonizing process of weeks, building up to this moment. But the time had finally come.

Eddie was taking Mia outside. Not just onto the roof... but out.

He remained careful, of course. They weren't going out until late at night, when most activity in the apartment building had died down. He stayed close to her, keeping one of her hands in his own, and he let her take her time on the way to the car. But once he helped her into her seat, he handed her the blindfold. "Put it on."

The drive lasted about forty minutes. Eddie put on quiet music, classical, to give Mia something to focus on other than the deprivation of her sight. And at the end of each song, he paused the music and said, "If you have a question, you can ask it now."

Their destination was a remote section of redwood forest. Eddie knew the spot he wanted to bring her to, and once parked, he came around to the passenger side to help her out of the car; he kept both hands on her shoulders, guiding her from behind. The path itself was mercifully clear of detritus.

The sounds of the forest were loud all around them. Birds, insects, the rustling of leaves, the whooshing of wind. When they came upon a clearing, he murmured to her, "Stop here. We've arrived. And when you're ready... take your blindfold off."

Mia had been admittedly excited and a bit nervous when Eddie had told her that they were going out later in the evening. She enjoyed being outside, even if just the short trips on the roof. Outdoors, the beauty of nature, were all things that she was deprived of for the last ten years. The first time she'd gotten to see Stars when she'd been brought to the roof had quite ltierally brought tears of amazement to the mutants eyes. She did notice and was grateful for the fact that after that she'd been given more time with him on the roof, as long as she behaved herself. Which usually wasn't an issue for Mia.

She stayed quite as they left the apartment, her hand in Eddies wasn't just for him to keep tabs on her, but also provided her a small sense of safety. As much as she enjoyed being to go outdoors there was still this misplaced fear that the facility would come back for her or someone would realize what she was and well…she was defensless on her own right now. With the collar. She'd grown to trust They would keep her safe, but it felt better when he was close to her. He'd practically become a safety net to her.

When she was helped into the car and pulled the seat belt over her she spotted the blindfold in his hands. She took in a breath, a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to watch the scenary as they drove, but she didn't argue with him. She didnt want to ruin her chance to experience whatever it was that he had in mind for her. "Yes Sir.." she breathed taking it and placing it over her eyes, adjusting it to make sure she wasn't able to peek unintentionally and tying it in the back. At least he was giving her the option to do it herself.

There was a small uptick in anxiety when she was in darkness, maybe trauma based after the last extended time with a blindfold on, the box, there was no box here though. Still she found her fingers digging a bit into her thighs at first, the music helped though, and overtime her hands relaxed onto her lap. The imprints of the nails fading. The only question she'd wanted to ask was where they were going, but she wasn't sure he would spoil it even if she had asked, so she simply would shake her head to indicate that she didnt have any, until the next song started.

The mutant stayed put as the car came to a stop, letting Eddie guide her out, breathing in the fresh air. Her lips pulling into a bit of a smile as she heard the birds calling, the leaves crunching beneath her shoes. This didnt sound like the city at all, where were they? Her steps came to a quick stop at his word, taking a couple deep breaths, reaching up when she felt ready to remove the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked a couple times, adjusting to the change of light. "Wow…" she breathed…her excitement growing as she took in the forest around her. "I…you…" she stammered and before she could think or stop herself she was hugging Eddie tightly, "Thank you, Sir.." she spoke, before quickly stepping back her blush deepening at her reaction. @tangleweave

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"Let's face it, I don't really have to gag you when I can just push your face into your pillow," Eddie retorted with a smirk, and he snickered when he saw her wrestling against her restraints. "Go ahead, though, it's sexy seein' you squirm around like that."

He had made it to the bottom of the duffel bag, and he found himself actually relieved to see that she had several bottles of lube tucked into a side compartment. "Maybe I would," he remarked, "an' no one's gonna argue my ass is damn sexy. But not half as pretty as yours. Just look how red it's gotten." He reached across and delivered a more collegial slap to her ass that was lacking in intensity, but surely would still sting.

He surveyed the plugs in question. Now that she mentioned it, the pink one looked like it was intended to go pretty deep. His lips curled up as his eyes flickered back to her expression, while he took up both the pink plug and a bottle of lube. "Y'know, babe... here's what I'm thinkin'. Now that you're all trussed up, there's no exit for you. An' with this baby? There's really no exit for you."

With a chuckle, he opened the lube and applied it to the full circumference of the plug, then shifted himself up onto the bed, straddling the base of her spine once more. "Hmm... stuff's a bit cold. But I'm sure you'll warm it up in no time with this hot ass." He caught hold of a flailing ankle, holding it a safe distance away while squeezing more lube out at her rear passage.

That done, he took up the plug and slid the tip into the crevice of her backside. "Deep breath, babe." He wasn't completely cruel; a warning seemed proper. But it was the only one he offered before pushing it slowly into her, gently rotating it as it ascended in order to fully lubricate her... all the way until the flare of its bell was sunk into her.

"There we go," he murmured. "But I know better than to think you're not gonna keep givin' me shit. So..."

He slid off her and to one side, then dug his hand under her hip and flipped her over onto her back (or perhaps more accurately, her arms underneath her back). He smirked again to look at her flushed face. "What color's your stoplight?"

As he asked the question, one hand settled atop the swell of her breast and pinched the hardened tip at its apex.

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Eddie used his free hand to unzip the main compartment of the duffel bag even as he felt Sierra's legs wiggling about on the far side of the bed. "A'ight, guess I'm pickin' for you, then," he returned, giving her neck another squeeze as he began to pull items out.

Across the top was a full leather armbinder. Eddie felt that was a smart move; to the non-discerning eye it would merely look like a leather jacket. He pulled it aside and set it on the floor, then began lining items up in a row beside it. Braided rope coils of different materials, like hemp and nylon. Cuffs, both metal and leather. Chains and padlocks, plus a veritable janitor's set of master keys. Three different crops. Four differently sized and shaped vibrators -- hardly a surprise. An identical pair of tiny bullet-sized vibes as well. Anal beads. Three different sizes of butt plugs. A strap-on... a dildo... a two-way dildo. He raised his eyebrow again at her and held that item up to show he'd found it.

"Got a whole bunch here for the back and the front. So you're expectin' to either peg your guy while you're full up, or you're wantin' to get down with another girl. Are We gonna have to worry about competition... or is this you hopin' We'll tie you to someone else an' get you both off?" He smirked as he set it aside.

Another delve into the duffel bag and he was withdrawing a variety of gags on leather straps -- a ring, a red rubber ball, another red ball but this one with a wide, soft leather panel across it, a full leather muzzle that would hide the entire lower half of her face -- and then spools of various types of tape. All of which were laid out meticulously on the carpet for Sierra to peek over the edge of the bed and see.

"An' here I was thinkin' I was pretty good at shuttin' you up already," he remarked with another smirk -- and he abruptly tugged her forward by her neck and met her lips with an aggressive kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth for several long moments as he squeezed her throat again; but it wasn't yet time for plateaus of intensity, and he retreated from the kiss and released the pressure before she could fully engross herself in either sensation.

"Don't think I didn't see that finger," he rasped against her lips. "An' trust me... I'll fuck you when I'm good an' ready."

Sierra had barely managed to get into the kitchen, before she felt the breath being knocked out of her with a woosh and she was suddenly over Eddie's shoulder. Her legs kicked and had she been able to she would have been pounding onto his back as well, fucking shibari. "Venom…fucking cheating ass" she huffed knowing full well where the burst of speed had come from. Not that she hadn't expected it, she had brought up a sore topic. She had very much expected a reaction, just not such a quick one. Fucker.

The first slap to her ass wasn't so bad, in fact her lips pulled into a small smirk of her own as if she'd gotten exactly what she'd wanted in the end. Though the intensity of the hits seemed to pick up the more his palm came in contact with her reddening ass. She bit her lip stiffling what was between a whimper and a moan by the time they'd reached the top of the stairs and her kicks may have turned to more of an attempt to squirm away from the assult to her poor ass. "Fuck!" she screetched at the last hit. They both knew she could take it, that she was a massochist at heart, but didn't mean it didn't fucking hurt. She just happened to also already be fucking wet from the combination of the chase and the punishment on the way back up.

As she was lifted by the ropes, she did a last ditch effort to kick at Eddie's chest, wincing as the fiber of the rope dug into her skin leaving a nice red mark. It didn't seem to matter how much she fought him at this point, he seemed to counteract it each and everytime. Clearly he had no intentions of continuing the game of cat and mouse, he'd caught his prey and he wasn't letting her go. "You stay out my shit, Eddie Brock!" she huffed as she tried to fight his hold on her ankle, losing the battle as both her ankles were secured into place and she was left open wide at his disposal. Kicking wasn't a fucking option anymore.

She was about to retort to his taunting but it came out as more of a pained yelp, before she was flicking him off behind her back with her tied hands. This was the second time he'd found her stashed, albiet the first time hadn't gone so well, it been her hunter gear…this time though, fucking bdsm stash…there was a brief moment of wondering if he hadn't been checking to see if she had anymore weapons when he came across them. Trust was still a bit….weird at times. She pushed that thought back though, "Do you worse…Eddie boy…"

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Mia could hear a heavy sigh come from the man in front of her, and the heft of his breath washed across her red-imprinted face. The scent carried with it the distinct flavor of dark chocolate and the bitterness of coffee, along with something else that could hardly be identified as anything other than metallic. A definite smell of iron and copper… like blood.

"We'll feed you in a few minutes. We were told about how you were fed at the facility. We don't approve of the details We were given. They never took your tastes or preferences into account. As long as you're good to Us, polite with Us, We will. We have no interest in starving you or harming you. You'll eat on a consistent schedule of three times daily. That begins tomorrow. You'll tell Us what foods and flavors you prefer as you encounter them. For the moment, tell Us one food that brings you feelings of relief when you taste it."

As the voice spoke, Mia was treated to the sensation of the ropes about her wrists being quite suddenly loosened, as though they'd been abruptly cut. But there had been no sensation of a knife or other cutting instrument attempting to slip between her bonds… the only feeling had been of the one finger that had intervened between her wrists.

Whatever the case might be, her wrists were free of the rope, and both blood and sensation were running back into them. No sooner were her hands able to fall away than her right one was being taken by a pair of large, strong hands. Their touch was gentle. Thoughtful. Not like the rough handling of the guardsmen of the facility, nor the scientists that had regarded her as little more than an explosive piece of meat. This was the touch of someone who was attempting to be careful and thoughtful.

Above and below the corduroy lines where the rope had bitten into her, thumbs and fingers were rubbing circular motions. Occasionally they came into contact with the bruising, but with every flinch or hiss she might have given, there was an easing of their touch.

"We don't like the idea of calling you by a prisoner number. If you have a name, tell Us what it is, and how long you were at the facility, if you know."

Mia wished she’d known exactly what he’d meant when he had said they’d be going up. The way the box was tossed around was probably the worse she’d experienced since being thrown inside. She couldn’t brace herself so every turn of the box slammed her to the opposite side. Her body ached and there was likely bruises maybe from even some welts scattered across her pale skin.

She was tensed when the box finally came to a stop, scooting herself to one corner in attempts to look small once the lid was pulled from the top once again. She pulled in as much of the fresh oxygen into her lungs as her nose would allow. The silence was uneasy, but it gave her a moment to breathe since all of this started.

The mutant felt the hands grip her arm and didn’t fight against them though she was surprised that there weren’t more of them and that they were much more gentle then she was accustomed to. She let the stranger help her out of the box, hoping it was going to be the last time she was shoved inside.

As he spoke she felt her heart beating in her chest. Though she did pay attention to what he was saying. She couldn’t risk missing what rules he was setting in place and ending up angering him somehow. She nodded in understanding though the moment he pulled against her restraints a muffled hiss of pain left her. The course material digging into her already sensitive skin. It had rubbed it raw by this point and in some areas so raw there were a bit of blood pooling at the surface.

Mia was relieved when then the gag came off and carefully reached up with her bound hands rubbing at her aching jaw as he spoke, the question honestly not being what the mutant had expected, and she tried her best not to let her surprise be the reason she hesitated after just getting the warning not to do just that, “Yes, Sir… I am… thank you” she spoke her voice quiet and unsure.

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As he returned to the bedside, pajama pants and hoodie in hand, Eddie tried to offer her a bit of an encouraging smile and kept his voice low and quiet, not wanting to put her off or frighten her. "Hi Rockelle. No need to be sorry, We were the ones that kinda dug you outta that dumpster an' took you in. Got clothes for you right here."

He set the haphazardly folded items on the pillow, inadvertently brushing past her ear as he did. For a moment, he wondered if he should offer her an encouraging pat or touch, except that would be weird, wouldn't it? Her request for clothing had only served to confirm that she was bare beneath the blanket, and they'd only just met in earnest. Petting a kitten in pain and petting a strange woman in his bed were hardly the same thing, in his mind.

"Is there anyone you need me to call? Anything I can do to help you more?"

It was only when he stopped and listened to her breathing that he could hear she was barely even awake anymore. He knew something about feeling like that, when he and his Other had spent Their days starving out on the street or down in the sewers. He made the choice then that he would give her some space -- but not before leaving behind a piece of paper with a note in Sharpie, taped to the bedroom's inside door handle.

"Hi Rockelle -- Welcome to Our home. Sleep as long as you need. Restroom is straight across from here. Come out when ready."

His words sadly fell of deaf ears as her magic was causing the loudest static in her ears. God she hated transforming because of how grueling the process was and this was unpleasant for her. She knew he was nearby because her aura detected him but it caused another burp and whine to leave her lips. After a few minutes of silence from her, she pokes her head out of the blanket again with an exhausted expression, panting.

She didnt move from the covers and just laid her head on the bed, trying to recover from the mini torture session she endured. "Hi.." Was all she could respond with, the woman adorning dark purple hair with bouncy curls and a pair of cat ears on top of her head. Her voice was back to normal, having a soft and melodic voice to replace the other static filled mess from a few moments ago.

The neko didnt look up at Eddie, keeping her head down to subside a raging migraine thanks to her aura. "Im sorry...for all the trouble. I just...I was stuck like that. Can...Can I have some clothes please?" She asks, not hearing the dialogue from before about him bringing some clothes to the pillow side. "My name...is Rockelle. Your blob friend? Hes very sticky..." She mumbles, starting to fall asleep from the exhaustion from the day and pain of the migraine.

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hey Brock! We got your lil witch here, seems she took a walk into the wrong side of town. Would be a shame if something happened to her.

[ Nothing Happens After 2 / Accepting ]

( features mention of Wanda Maximoff from @illbringthechaosmagic )

Eddie looked at the caller ID on his phone's display just to make sure it wasn't trying to impart any additional information. Nope, still Restricted. He tried to restrain the small grin threatening to creep across his features as he put the receiver back to his ear.

"Whoo, boy, uh. Wow. I'm... kinda honored, I guess?" he said, and that was when the smile completely overtook his willpower and blossomed on his face. "Uh, listen, pal, I know we come off as some sorta royal couple or somethin' to a lotta folks out there with TV's an' weird imagination an' shit, but there's somethin' you gotta know, okay? My 'li'l witch' doesn't get caught easy, an' definitely not by guys lookin' to score a quick ransom. You know we're not exactly swimmin' in Scrooge McDuck's Olympic pool, right? Chances are, this is more like a date night kinda thing, and she chumped you hard. Ever hear'uh Thanos? How about Westview, New Jersey? But a'ight, I'll bite, 'cause we do need us a night out. Got a where an' when in mind for me to come get her? I'll bring roses an' ice cream. An' if she doesn't want 'em, uhh... you can have 'em, I guess. Tell me there's no one in your life doesn't need roses an' ice cream."

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A message for Agent Coulson -

Your bartender girlfriend really is a pretty sight. Perhaps I should take her home for the night, what do you think?

[ Nothing Happens After 2 / Accepting ]

( features mention of Leigh Sloane from @mxrvelouscreations )

"I think she'd probably have a thing or two to say about that," Phil replied, giving an up-and-down glance to the leering barfly seated beside him. "And she knows better than to go anywhere with a guy who's already put away half a handle of Tito's and lets it talk for him. But I'm seeing the way you're looking at me right now and I've gotta advise you, just for your own good, that I haven't been cold-cocked since I was in seventh grade, and the kid who did it got his jaw wired shut. I hear it's not a pleasant experience. So, instead of all that, let me hail a cab for you so you can go home, sleep it off, and figure out how to properly capture a woman's interest."

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in another life ~ for Stephen

[ Notes On a Page / Accepting ]

Stephen permits himself an obligatory swirl of the last third-or-so of his cup of coffee. In the fifteen minutes he's been in this shop, already the owner has demonstrated herself to be kind, insightful, compassionate, and eminently capable of dealing with hostility. And hand to God (or one's preferred deity/master of fate/eldritch horror), she's funny. Whatever life might have done with her or to her, she's encountered more than her fair share to have such a quick and disarming wit.

They need more voices like hers at Kamar-Taj. And across the world, really.

She must have noticed that he keeps glancing in her direction, because there she is, aiming a polite smile at him and asking him if she can get him a cookie. White chocolate macadamia nut, maybe? They're fresh out of the oven, and if he's very lucky he might get to see the white chocolate morsels still gooey as he breaks the cookie apart with his teeth.

She even calls him by name. His proper name, title and all.

He gives her a polite smile back and raises the remainder of his coffee to her in a toast. "Rain check on the cookie, I have to get back. But tell you what, the food here's borderline magical. In some other life, I might be recruiting you."

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The mere mention of the wall-crawler stirred something within Eddie's Other, a fluttering beneath the human's skin that put the squeeze on his adrenal glands, and suddenly Eddie was off like a shot. It took a split instant to see that Sierra's path would take her around the kitchen island and that her strategy was to try to keep it between herself and Eddie, perhaps to continue taunting him -- but his sudden burst of speed meant that he was already to her, his shoulder down at her navel, his thick arm wrapping about her midsection in a move reminiscent of his days in college football. It could very well have been a tackle... but in the last instant, he arched his back upward and leveled himself, hauling Sierra up onto his shoulder with her legs flailing about uselessly in front of him.

He shifted his arm to hold her at the backs of her upper legs, leaving her bare behind mere inches from his face, and a wicked grin crossed his features. "Bet you'd like that, huh?" he asked. "You, bein' the damsel in distress, gettin' in all the trouble for some hero to come along an' save. Well, this is you gettin' yourself in a bit too deep."

He turned back towards the stairs... but the moment his foot settled on the first step up, his other hand came around and smacked her rear end.

"Gettin' the naughty treatment, Sie," he remarked, and he supplemented the comment by taking another step up and correspondingly delivering another spank -- this time to her other asscheek. "You've..." Step. Smack. "...been..." Step. Smack. "...really..." Step. Smack. "...bad."

Step. Smack.

He kept any further words to himself as he continued to ascend the staircase, but not a single step was missed, nor a single opportunity to deliver manual punishment to her bottom wasted. He only relented when he reached the top of the stairs, but he continued to say nothing as he carried Sierra back into the bedroom, his heart pounding in his ears now. That adrenaline was going to take a little time to burn off.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. Spreader bar."

He'd been loathe to exploit abilities Sierra didn't share, but now that his blood was pumping and with her mention of the spider, it had been enough provocation to invest his Other, who grew an obsidian tentacle out of Eddie's shoulder and sent it skittering underneath the bed, a space from which it withdrew the gleaming black bar in question.

Eddie shifted his grip on Sierra, grabbing the bundle of ropes at the center of her back just beyond her reach, and picked her up off his shoulder by that bundle, forcing her bindings to dig more deeply into her skin. Then he twisted her about and tossed her face-down onto the bed.

He could see her legs flailing in a mad scramble to gain some purchase on the bedding, maybe to continue the chase, but he wasn't interested in allowing her to escape again; he launched himself onto the bed, straddling her at the base of her spine and catching hold of one of her ankles as it flailed.

"Like I said," he growled, as he took the bar from the tentacle and opened one of its cuffs, "this is gonna look awful hot holdin' your legs open for me. But maybe..." He wrapped the leather cuff about her held ankle and secured it. "...it might even be holdin' your legs open for whatever else you got under there." He snatched her remaining leg and forced it away from the first, then secured her ankle in the second cuff.

"Be a little hard to get away from me now, won't it."

SMACK. This time so hard that a pale impression of his hand was left behind amidst the redness he'd already incited. And then, he slid off her, slipping down to the edge of the bed to continue rummaging about beneath it. A moment later, he was dragging out a duffel bag.

"Wonder what we got in here," he mused, arching his eyebrow at her. His hand shot out to catch about her throat, and he squeezed her neck. "Got a mind to tell me about your favorite naughty stuff, or am I just gonna decide for you?"

Sierra's first instinct was to run straight out the front door when she'd finally managed to make it down the stairs, but it had absolutely occured to her that she also didn't want everyone seeing all her bits hanging out. Not that she wouldn't if she got desperate enough, but she wasn't that much of an exhibitionist to have to deal with the neighbors dirty looks the next several weeks if she chose that route. So instead she settled for using the living room as an obsticle course. She was well aware Eddie could catch her easily enough if he really wanted to. Yes, she was quick and she was agile, but he wasn't exactly lacking in those areas either. It was about the chase and the adrenaline rush before she'd end up getting caught.

"Don't tempt me, Eddie…You know that I don't back down from a dare" she spoke from the opposite side of the couch, "So unless you want the neighbors to get a peek at what's supposed to be yours…well…" she trailed off. Had she admitted she saw herself as his, maybe. Easy slip, but it got the point across. "Who knows, maybe Spidy will be swinging on by.." she added with a playful smirk, before taking off again this time darting toward the kitchen.

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The backwards kick was unexpected, and for that, Eddie had only himself to blame even as he erupted in a most ungentlemanly yelp and staggered back. Her heel had made direct contact with his shin, and he needed a moment to recover before getting back up and giving chase. She'd already made it out of the bedroom and halfway down the hall by the time he was up.

The saving grace was that she couldn't keep her balance using her arms, and so when he got to the top of the stairs, he saw that she was still scampering down them one at a time -- and normally she was the sort to take them two at a time or even jump down the last three or four when she was in a hurry.

He was under no such restriction, however, and hurtled down the stairs at twice the speed, very nearly catching up with her in the living room. She led him on a merry chase around every piece of furniture she could find, and more than a couple that she leapt straight over. She was good. Agile. Flexible. Resilient.

"Think you're gettin' outta this house like that?" Eddie snickered. "Be pretty embarrasin', running out the front porch with your girls hangin' out for the neighbors to see..."

Eddie cinched the rope harder at the center of Sierra's back, forcing her upper arms to press more tightly against her sides. His hand caught the back of her neck and he tugged her backwards hard so that she slammed into his chest; then his hand shifted about her neck, closing about her throat.

"Told'ja I know shibari," he murmured into her ear, scoring his teeth against the shell of it. "Don't think you're gettin' outta this on your own. An' was that a spreader bar I saw under the bed? That's gonna look mighty hot holdin' your legs open for me."

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Sierra may have been taunting Eddie pretty heavily when he’d brought up Shibari, something along the lines of how she doubted he could even tie his shoe let alone the rope. Which had led to a chase up to her bedroom and well… apparently he could tie a good knot. He knew exactly how to handle her too after months of being together. Fucker knew she wouldn’t put up with being treated like some breakable doll.

She gasped as she was pulled back against his chest roughly. Though when his hand wrapped around her throat she pushed against it, applying more pressure with a satisfied smirk. There was no point in acting like he hadn’t given her exactly what she wanted, “mm’ she hummed as he taunted her about the fact that she wasn’t gonna get out of it on her own. “Guess we’ll see huh?” She knew she wouldn’t. When he mentioned the spreader bar though? Shit, he’d found her stash of toys. “Someone’s been snooping” she huffed pulling against him. Was she actually mad, not at all but was she gonna make him work before he could get that shit on her where she couldn’t move at all? Hell yeah!

She reveled of the feeling of his hand wrapped around her throat for another moment before she kicked her leg back aiming for his knee hoping to bring him to the ground. If she could get him to release her she’d be taking off out the room and down the stairs as quickly as she could manage without face planting with not having her hands out to stabilize her.

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Mia was soon treated to a sensation perhaps even more unusual: the sudden jolt of the box being lifted straight vertically. But it did not seem to be held in place by multiple people or points of security, because it also began twisting around, first one direction, and then it's opposite... like it was dangling on a rope. And whatever space the box was occupying, it had an overwhelming acoustic quality to it, sounds echoing back and forth across its walls. It sounded narrow, and yet with each upward jolt -- for there were many of them, sudden accelerations followed by slowdowns nearly as rapid -- it was clear the space was terribly tall.

At some point, the box tilted over horizontally once more, dumping Mia onto her back again. And this time it felt as though it was being hefted more securely than just dangling in midair. More jostling ensued as the box was set down upright, then tilted one direction, then another. The sound of a door opening. The box being shuffled through it. The door closing. The sound of locks being put in place.

And then... then.

The sound of the box's lid being wrenched open. And a sudden influx of fresh, cool air flooded all around Mia.

For a long moment, there was no follow-up. The sound of breathing, yes, but only of one man, and surely all that movement would have taken the work of several.

Then -- a hand settling about her upper arm. Not a rough touch, as might have been expected. Firm, silently commanding, but not violent. It pulled her forward, bidding her to take steps out of the box that had been her prison.

And finally... a voice. One that with each word spoken seemed to waffle between textures, glassy on one syllable and yet sandy on the next.

"Facility says you're Level 4. Extreme hazard. Collar stays on. Blindfold stays on."

Mia could feel a warm finger tug at the bindings about her wrists, only adding to the cruel tightness. When his voice sounded next, more of an accent began to creep in.

"Hands are turnin' purple. You're losin' blood flow an' I prefer you keep your digits. So in a bit, I'm gonna untie your wrists, but that doesn't mean I'll keep your hands free. You want me to trust you, you gotta earn it."

Next she felt a hand slip under her chin, tilting her obscured face up a certain degree. "Rule One: If you're good to me, I'll be good to you. You'll start off with me by bein' polite. When I take this off..." His thumb tapped against the metal panel of her gag. "...and I ask you questions, I expect direct an' honest answers. I don't care if they're embarrassing. I don't care if it's your closest secret. You'll tell me what I want, and you'll do it with no hesitation. An' if you decide you don't feel like talkin'.... then I'll make sure to help you with that. An' it'll be some time before I let you reconsider."

Mia felt large, yet surprisingly nimble fingers reaching around behind her head, fiddling with the padlock that held the gag in place. A moment later, the straps fell away from her cheeks, having already left impression lines in her face. The man's thumb and forefinger tugged on the point of her chin, pulling her jaw open to permit the rubber ball attached to the inside of the gag past her teeth and out of her mouth.

"You can call me Sir. And my first question is... are you hungry?"

The sound of the road passing by underneath roared inside the interior of the box, and every bump in the road pitched Mia up into the lid only for her to land painfully against the wooden interior. A mutant pinball, perhaps just as helpless as a real one to alter the reality of its entrapment.

How long did the vehicle continue to travel? Impossible to say with no visual reference as a guide. It could have been minutes. It could have been an hour. The air inside the box was growing hotter and heavier with each passing moment, the rope biting ever harder into her wrists, the straps of her blindfold and gag clutching her hair and skin with increasing discomfort.

The vehicle came to gentle stops many times along the way. It was easy to lose count how many times it turned. But just as the air inside the box was becoming too stifling to tolerate any longer, the vehicle stopped and the engine was turned off, leaving a ringing silence in Mia's ears.

The sound of a door reached her, followed by more abrupt jostling as the box was hoisted up. It offered Mia the sense that the full weight of it was resting on a single point, which in turn was jostling to and fro as her wooden cage was moved.

A voice sounded from somewhere outside the box. What sounded like an elderly woman. "Wow, Eddie. Christmas present come early?"

"Somethin' like that." The male voice was drawling, and yet put forth its words with a certain rapidity. Then an abrupt banging sound against the lid, a pair of open-handed slaps to its surface. "You'd be amazed how quick you can get a mail-order bride shipped right to your local post office, y'know. They'll hang onto her an' everything, believe that?"

"Ah! Don't even joke about that, Eddie!" The woman sounded distressed by the thought. "Just tell me you're cooking meth or something."

"Hell no, I got standards."

"That's why I appreciate you."

"I was hopin' to hear I was your favorite, but I'll take appreciation. Have a good night, Ms. Yang."

The box began shifting about once more, and abruptly it sounded like it had been moved into an echoing space. Mia's cage was then stood upright, and she was treated to another double-tap against the exterior, this time in the form of knocking.

"Hey in there. We're goin' up. Not gonna let you fall, but you start screamin' an' we're gonna have an issue. Not a good time to deal with issues. Knock back two times if you understand."

The voice was quiet, but firm. Clear direction that brooked no argument or debate.

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"in another life" (Stephen)

[ Notes On a Page / Accepting ]

Stephen watched placidly as Wanda held the remote control like a lifeline, rewinding and fast-forwarding through the captured footage of the pseudo-television show that had been the life she'd so very much desired. He'd advised against her doing it, of course... but if this was how she worked on addressing her trauma, it was perhaps more healthy a confrontation than how she'd tried t handle it the first time.

She'd hit pause. Looking out from the screen was the family she'd assembled for herself within the Hex.

"You know," he mused, "I was going to say 'in another life'... but the truth of it is, even in this one, I think your instincts for motherhood are spot-on. Not so much with the other parts -- but I think you'd make for a great mom."