V. An Unwelcome Visitor

[madaboutit]

Honey Want and Terms of Pleasure
Discussion of Her Value
More About Jinx and Advice About Sweeney
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Sweeney had left for the day. It had been a pleasant one; at least, as pleasant as one can be when one's stuck in a cage. He'd made sure that she'd had her bath and was prepared for the rest of the night. He'd see her in the morning, he'd said.

As such, it might come as some surprise to hear footsteps in the hall. It'd been a while, but not so long that he might have realized he'd forgotten something and thought she'd likely still be awake.

It's not the steps that are so out of place; it's the dull strum of a fingertip being dragged along the lattice of the wall, pointing out the blend of bars and gaps. Then, in the darkened hall, there's a glint of red. It's not a proper glow; more like the reflection of a cat's eyes at night.

"Hey there, Honeysuckle," he purrs with that sweet blend of Want and Temptation.

"Are you all settled in?"

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[whatsinfrontofyou]

"You'll end up raising my expectations very high, if you keep talking like that."

Setting impossible standards, surely. But she runs her thumb against the back of her opposite forearm thoughtfully, idle, wondering if that's true.

"You know, you ask a lot about what I like. You haven't told me much about what you like."

[madaboutit]

That's fair, and for all of his wickedness, Jinx shares Sweeney's value in balance. At least, whenever he gets called out on it.

"I like a great many things," he answers simply.

"What would you like to know?"

[whatsinfrontofyou]

It is a difference that doesn't go entirely unnoted. Something she'll remember in the future, if they have more serious bargains.

"Do you only enjoy girls?" It seems like a good place to start. "Or does your wicked tongue get you in trouble with boys too."

[madaboutit]

"Who said anything about getting into trouble?" he notes with a smirk. Jinx follows up with actual answer. He's not looking to evade it, nor does he have any sense of secrecy or shame. What would be the point?

"I share my tongue with all sorts of shapes an' sizes; girls, boys, and otherwise."

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"So what is your type, then? Are there any features that tend to catch your fancy?"

It seems like a natural follow up, and she listens closely for the answer.

[madaboutit]

"Hmm." He's quiet for a bit as he gives it sincere consideration.

"I don't think I have a 'type', if I take your meaning correctly." Best to ask. "Do you mean a physical preference?"

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"Or any kind of preference, really. Surely you're more drawn to some people than others." Vex's tone becomes more casually gossipy as she asks, grasping for any air of normalcy.

"It could be physical. Tall, short, pretty eyes. Nice tits." Everyone likes nice tits, in Vex's mind. (Or if they don't, they're missing out.) "Or maybe you prefer people who are... kind. Or quite. Or... dominant."

[madaboutit]

Well...it's certainly not any of those things. It's not to say that Jinx doesn't enjoy them, he's just not drawn to them more than any of the others on that list. He presses his lips slowly, looking for something that might split the difference.

"I'm drawn to Wanting. That look in the eye or tension in the frame." He sucks his tongue, feeling it out.

"Potential. Aching. The plea for Release and Satisfaction." His brow raised, he lets the silence ask if that qualifies.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

She's not really in a position to tell him that it doesn't. It's not as though Vex knows more about what speaks to his appetites than he does. She hums a little bit, accepting the answer as it's give.

"I suppose you have plenty of partners here?"

[madaboutit]

"How do you define 'plenty'?" That's a really subjective term.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

It might be a subjective term. Vex struggles to come up with a better one.

"Let's say, you always have a choice of partners, if you're looking for one."

[madaboutit]

"A choice, yes." There's a 'but' left hanging, but it doesn't seem to bother him.

"Is that something you're jealous of?" It's an honest question; he's not actively trying to be a dick, just get a better understanding of her feelings.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"You mean do I envy that freedom?" She asks like she's clarifying his question, but she answers regardless.

"In a way. I'm jealous of a lot of freedom at the moment. Though I realize that it's an honor to belong to His Grace."

[madaboutit]

He shakes his head slightly.

"I don't mean freedom. I mean filling my bed when I want to." Jinx glances to hers in brief illustration.

"Would you like it more, if your Red brought visitors here to sate you?"

Sure, there's a level of hypothetical, but there's something in his voice that suggests it's not entirely outside the realm of possibility.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"I don't see that happening."

She very, very much doesn't see that happening, actually.

"And I suspect he wouldn't be pleased if I suggested it."

[madaboutit]

"I'm not implying you should suggest it."

Jinx slowly exhales, wondering if he's running too fast at the thing. Maybe he should, but it's hard to slow down.

"Which part do you not see happening? That you would be allowed to have visitors, or that Finch wouldn't be pleased about it?" Those are not the same thing.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"Well, visitors to start. Obviously you weren't welcome to come up and see me."

That does seem like the start, at least.

"And I'd want to know the visitors before they pleased me. Believe it or not, it's not so easy to get me into bed."

[madaboutit]

"You're green," he answers simply.

"That's why umbrage was taken." Of course, that doesn't mean Jinx regrets it in the slightest. A beat passes.

"Wait--did he tell you that you wouldn't have any company during your training?"

That seems low, even for Finch. And well, a lie. Which is even weirder.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"Not in so many wooooords." The last is drawn out, making it into a question that isn't really a question. Her lips move briefly, uncertainly.

"But he's seemed very... protective."

[madaboutit]

His lips part softly, but the breath doesn't make a sound. Oh, sweet child. Jinx takes a moment to collect his thoughts and try to figure out where to start with all of that.

"Well, I would hope he's protective." For all of their metaphorical headbutting, he respects Finch's commitment to his charges. "That is a large part of the job." With a swallow and quick suck of his lip, Jinx continues with his gentle questioning.

"Has he denied you pleasuring?"

He honestly doesn't know the detailed line items of the leprechaun's training regimen.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"I wouldn't say he's denied me pleasure."

He certainly came through the one time. She struggles to understand exactly how to answer, and exactly what either of them are trying to communicate.

"But for the most part, it hasn't been a focus. It's mostly rites and practice. I think..."

Her lips purse, and she voices the thought she's had on more than one occasion.

"I feel like he thinks of me like a wild horse. Like he's getting me used to his presence, until the time is right to bring out the saddle."

[madaboutit]

Well, by all accounts, you are a wild horse. Wilder than I've seen in a while.

More silence hangs. Jinx is clearly debating what he wants to say.

"Would you like him to pleasure you more? Put more of the focus there?"

The unspoken is plain enough; rites and practices are simply part of the deal, but...there are many roads that lead to Rome.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

Would she like it? It's funny, because it's a very simple question. It's not one that's easy to answer, though. In her defense, she hasn't thought of it quite like that. She's been frustrated that he hasn't touched her again.

But if she lets herself examine where the frustration comes from...

Her lips part as she wrestles with something to say, an explanation, context. But she realizes then, she might be overcomplicating it.

Huffing, Vex leans against the lattice grill and pouts.

"Yes."

[madaboutit]

It's readily apparent that Vex is hyperfixated on what she thinks she can't have, instead of looking for more options of what she can. Jinx knows it's likely to be a hard sell, so he tries to be as delicate as he can with the topic.

"Would you...be willing to talk to him about it?" He's quick to make a clarification.

"I don't mean in the grand sense." Or mentioning that he has anything to do with it.

"Just...casually mention that you enjoy it when he touches you." Something occurs to him, and he suddenly feels that he should doublecheck.

"You do like it when he touches you, right?"

There are more than a few ways to pleasure someone, and even if she likes his hand driving her orgasm, it doesn't mean she likes all the other variations.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

"I do."

She says it like it's an admission, something she's vaguely annoyed with herself about. She doesn't mean it that way. It—it feels like a weakness.

"It's strange. Especially the bathing. But I don't dislike it." She's even getting used to it. After the first time, she did find that the ritual got easier.

She clears her throat and clarifies, because she can see the follow up coming, "I enjoy it."