Sympathy for the Devil

Kit Rawlings / 30 / Security Guard at Brielle

[tutormika]

The brunette stood in her new small room, office, space thing. She wasn’t sure what it could really be called as it wasn’t an office and it wasn’t a room to live in, but rather a space to tutor people or write up lesson plans. She sang a little as she moved folders and files around excitedly before she heard a knock on the door and gasped. She turned around “I’m so sorry was I singing to loud? I do that when I’m excited” she said apologetically.

[kitrawlings]

Kit was instructed to check on the new teacher that had just arrived in Brielle in case she needed help with anything. It was a chaotic process until everything got settled especially when you were a teacher or a therapist. He walked down the long hallway where most of the offices and teaching rooms were and found the one he was looking for. He knocked on the door and opened it slightly. “Is getting adjusted that exciting?” he asked with a subtle smile appearing on his face. 

“Can I come in for a second? I am Kit, one of the security guards” he explained so that she was aware who she was talking to. 

[kitrawlings]

demixrivers‌:

It was instances like this that the beauty had forgotten all about her teacher beau – the one who was a gentleman, who treated her with such grace that he would much rather place her in his own bed whilst he took the couch ( not that he was anywhere to be seen now ) but Kit? Now, he seemed like a real bad boy. It was no lie that Demetria was into men like Kit; rough and ready, able to throw her around and leave her on her toes. He wasn’t very SECURE – she wasn’t promised a loving relationship where they would talk about the possibilities of what existed on other planets, where he was going to buy her roses and chocolates. No, her and Kit could be together when it suited them and when they both had other priorities – they would take the lead. Chewing on the corner of her lip, her glossed cherry snapping from her pearls as hazels watched his features change attentively, Demetria realised that he wasn’t FLINCHING at anything she did. Why was that? If he was so hot on his job, then he wouldn’t have even been entertaining her and despite not being on ‘shift’, would have sent her back to her room in a heartbeat. He must have been enjoying this. Digits continued to dance over their leather flooring, twisting and turning in every direction as though her fingertips were a solo ballerina with the spotlight following her every move – hypnotic hues glazing over him as though he was some dessert behind a glass counter, calling her name. 

“I don’t care but maybe, I want to hear you express your thoughts first. I’ll give you that – rules can be valuable, which is what makes it all the more fun when it comes to BREAKING them.”

Ears perked up as he outright said he couldn’t be bothered to take her back to her bedroom. It was way past curfew and there was not a single soul around – nobody but them… Even Doctor Wright would have been tucked up in bed at this hours, dentures sat comfortably within a glass next to his bedside table as his wife laid sound asleep, not knowing about the torture he imposed upon his precious castle. What would he think about a patient SEDUCING one of his own staff members? Cocking an eyebrow at the challenge that the security guard presented, the beauty perched herself up on the edge of her seat – lifting a bare thigh over his so that she was able to crawl into his lap, fingers gripping onto the magazine and closing it as she placed it on the seat that she was previously sitting in. “I can offer a night of fun and nobody will ever have to know… I’m a little lonely, you see. Being in this place at night time all by yourself is absolutely DEAFENING.” With her words, the beauty leaned in towards him – placing his palms atop of her exposed skin, soft as silk and as enticing as lace. Petals brushed against the lobe of his ear, sending a hot wave of breath pirouetting over the crook in his neck whilst her fingers intertwined their way through his blonde locks. 

“Or we can just sit and talk about motorcycles whilst I twirl my hair around my finger and act like the bimbo in every movie ever.”

The brunette semed like a girl who was not holding back. If there is something she needed or desired she simply did it without too many second thoughts on the consequences or at least that is how it appeared to Kit. He kept on challenging her in order to see how far she was willing to go in order to achieve whatever her goal was - tickle her ego, have some fun or perhaps both. Brielle could become a very lonely place and while Kit would leave after his shift was over, girls like her had no choice apart of finding some fun inside those grey and depressing walls. He could not blame her for it. Besides, there were worse things than an attractive brunette basically offering herself to you without you even trying to do anything. It was most guys’ dream. However, she was neither the first one nor the last. Kit was good looking so he certainly never really struggled to get girls. Thus, he could also easily contain his emotions and hide his excitement, while acting he was not too impressed. 

Whereas in the matter of fact he could not lie that, there was a strong attraction between them and neither of them could deny it. There was only one small detail he could not quite remember from checking her file and that was her age. She seemed as if she was more than 18, but one could never be sure. Especially due to the fact that she was wearing a stable amount of make up on her delicate face. Although, part of him was ready to cave in and forget about the rules, he first had to be certain that she was at least full of age. Otherwise, not only he would be fired but also thrown in jail and that was really the last thing he needed at the moment. 

“Don’t you want to go after someone who is more your age?” he asked in the hope she would give up some detail, which would point him to her own age without him having to ask her about it. 

The brunette seemed to become more and more careless about what would happen if they got caught. They were sitting in the middle of the hallway and apart of subtle or not so subtle flirting, she also found her way in his lap. A slight feeling of thrill and danger wrapped his mind, sending cold and hot waves through his body. A feeling he used to adore - doing something wrong, while feeling like a part of something bigger than just law and rules. Sure he told himself he was a changed person and nothing like the man he was before he became a security guard, but was that really true? Was he completely over that part of his life or was it just simply creeping, burried deep down in his mind and waiting to resurface again? Part of him was ready to cave in, push her against the wall and kiss her naked flesh, but where was the fun in that? He wanted to keep that attraction going, that feeling of being in between staying on the right side of the rules, but also getting a taste of the other side. He slowly slid his fingers across her leg, glanced at her, with a subtle smirk on his face and leaned closer to her, so close that their lips were just inches apart. After a moment passed in that position, Kit suddenly pulled away, lifted her almost effortlessly and placed her back in her previous spot. 

“I need a cigarette” he stated and began walking to the front door. 

[kitrawlings]

jordyngarcia‌:

Jordyn took in the mans mannerisms as he spoke, or just his movements in general. “Spark plugs could quite literally keep you stranded for a long while.” Her eyes widened with how genuinely shocked he seems at her information about owning a bar. “Really.|” The latina replied in a voice that was mimicking his shock in full. “Well let’s do this then.” She puffed on her cigarette one last time before walking over to the ash tray and squishing is down to put it fully out. “I’m assuming you need a ride?” She shot a wink his way as she adjusted her scarf, readying herself to step out into the cold. Which she hated to no end, the cold was one thing that always made her miserable, always would be. “Absolutely!” she shook her head as she spoke. “I loved to ride it.” She laughed softly, making slight fun of his questions innuendo.

“Yeah.. really don’t know how I’ve missed them last time i serviced my bike.. like they can’t simply get worn out so damn fast” he shrugged, quite confused about this whole situation. He was hoping he could however soon sort out this problem, because otherwise he had to leave the bike there and figure out a way to take it to town and fix it somewhere in a proper garage. All this required so much extra effort.

“Damn, that’s awesome. Do you run it all by yourself or do you get some help?” he asked, trying to make conversation and also slightly curious about it. Kit was fairly impressed by the fact that she was working in Brielle possibly as a therapist and also had her own bar on the side. Very unusual, but cool combination. 

“Um yeah walking doesn’t really look too appealing in this cold and rainy afternoon so..” he shrugged slightly as he followed the brunette. 

Kit chuckled a bit at her reply. His question did sound like it could be taken in the wrong way when he repeated it in his head. “Pretty cool ain’t it?” he exclaimed, smiling slightly. She was the second woman he had met in Brielle who was genuinely interested in bikes, but unlike Zoe she actually rode one too. “I am Kit by the way” he stated, reaching his hand to shake hers. 

[kitrawlings]

demixrivers‌:

See, there was the difference between the pair. Demetria was very much a relationship person, though given her disorder, struggled to stay faithful in relationships. Herself and Jared were yet to put a label on themselves but if she had stretched a little and gone as far as sleeping with somebody? That would have been disloyal of her. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have had a little FUN, on the other hand. What was a kiss or two exchanged between a couple who had no intentions of pursuing anything romantic? Attention was like a D R U G to Demetria… She couldn’t resist but to indulge in each feeling of ecstasy that was presented to her – sitting in the palm of a hand as though the person in question was willing to feed her. In this instance, it was Kit. Kit was the drug that she needed and with Jared being away ill ( to the extent where he didn’t even want the brunette going to visit him ), she couldn’t help but find herself wrapped up in the first man that she stumbled upon. 

Whilst her initial intention was to sneak out of the doors with that security pass she had snatched from Sugar, the beauty had almost forgotten who her lover was – Jared who? That didn’t get rid of any G U I L T that would later come crashing once she was back in her room and alone though. For now though, nothing else mattered… Nothing but the attention that the security guard was giving her under those dim lights, leaving her hazels glistening as pearls grazed over the plumped curve of her lower cherry – fingertips sprinkling over the pages that his own fingers clutched on to. Each challenge that he presented left Demi lifting into the air slightly more; her HIGH burning onward. 

“I’m not too convincing? You haven’t seen anything yet and plus, it would be incredibly WRONG if I told you what I was thinking… Although, who cares for rules? They’re just so BORING.” 

Demetria could feel it – she could feel that Kit was trembling under pressure, though he was just as DETERMINED as her. He was a man who wanted to enforce that he had some sort of willpower, but everybody could be crumbled and if you didn’t break on some occasions, then you couldn’t possibly be human. The beauty was leaning so far over the arm of her chair and invading his personal space, that she may as well have been sat in his lap and although she was confident enough to have clambered in between his thighs, her own silk skin pressed on each side of his legs, she wanted Kit to follow after her in some sense… She couldn’t be the only one who was HYPNOTISED by the scent of his aftershave – surely, he wanted to give in too. His own choice of wording was driving her crazy already; the security guard could HANDLE her in any way he wanted and she would accept it – even if that was to throw her in isolation. “You can send me back to my room if you really like but that means you’d have to escort me, just to make sure I go back and I’m not making any promises that I won’t drag you in by this leather jacket.” With that, her fingertips had disappeared from the magazine and had started to crawl along his chest – cotton badges decorating the black material, only highlighting that he was a biker. Autumnal hues were set alight with a FIRE, lips curving slowly with each word that rolled from her serpent tongue, fingers tantalising him as she showed just how her digits could trace the inches of his skin… Demetria was a SEDUCTRESS – an unafraid one at that.

Demetria Rivers. It finally hit him, this was the name of the female sitting in such minimal proximity that her naked flesh was rubbing the side of his leg. He had tried to read most of the patients` files in the past days so he knew what he was dealing with. Stumbling uppon her file, he thought she would be an interesting persona and she really was. Kit could not deny that fact. She certainly had her ways of getting under the skin of someone even someone tough and rough on the outside like Kit. Now putting a face to the information he had read, it all made perfect sense. Her disorder linked with her appearance... no wonder she was managing to achieve what she wanted especially when it came to male attention. She appeared to be the type of girl who was getting exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it. However, Kit was the same. He could so easily change his attitude like a snake would shed its skin. The only thing that mattered was the end goal. When such was present, there was nothing stopping him of getting what he wanted. Two people of similar nature gathered at same place seemed like it might possibly result in some explosive outcomes. 

Rules for Kit were everything BUT boring. In order for his whole plan of achieving his goals to work out, the dominant male had to establish a certain set of rules. Without rules he would be lost, wandering through the desert like someone looking for water. 

“If you did not care as you said, you would simply say exactly what you`re thinking without second thoughts” he nodded, a slight smirk appearing on his scruffy face. “And where would be the fun if there weren`t any rules? Without them it would be complete chaos and not the fun kind” he gave a light shrug, glancing at the brunette. 

The corners of his lips tucked into a slight smile as he pictured the situation, which the female had just described. On one hand he was aware that was definately not going to happen, but on the other hand it sounded quite tempting to say the least. The very fact that she mentioned his leather jacket suprised him slightly. This old and covered in scratches jacket was so special to Kit that he was just refusing to part with it, but he did not think that someone else would find it attractive - especially a girl like Demetria. She looked classy and evidently very caring of her appearance. Definately not someone who would appreciate an old clothing item like that, but who knew. Everyone had their turn ons.

“Hmm, well If I have to be honest with you Demetria, I can`t be arsed to do that since i am not even on my shift so what do you offer then?” he asked, gazing at the brunette with curiosity in his eyes. This question was mainly aiming to simply test how forward she was willing to be. 

[kitrawlings]

jordyngarcia‌:

Jordyn caught the pack in her hands swiftly, opening the top and pulling a cigarette. She placed it between her own lips and tossed it back to the man. She had her own lighter in her pocket and took it out, breathing deep as she lit the smoke. Her mother and father were both smokers, in their household smoking was completely in the norm. 

The Latina took the lit object in between her fingers and held it out beside her. “What do you think has gone on it?” She asked, shifting the weight of her right leg to her left. “Well, I own a bar just down the way if you’d like to waste a little bit of time there.” She shrugged. “If you feel like taking a break I mean, wouldn’t want to get in between you and your bike here.” A soft smile formed on her lips as she spoke. “My ex-husband owned a bike, I know not to get in between a man and his motorcycle.”

Kit took back the pack and threw it lightly on the table next to the ash tray. At this point he did not care at all who might walk in and see him and now his accomplice smoking.

Taking another long drag, the cigarette smoke wrapping his lungs like a warm hug, Kit exhaled back the smoke and tilted his head to the side. If he only knew what was the problem, would have been pretty amazing. 

“I think the spark plugs might be dying on me.. everything else I checked so far seemed to be in shape” he shrugged, quite confused as to what really was the reason why his bike was not starting. His bikes were always fully serviced, so having a problem like this was rather a rare case. An exception.

“No shit, really?” he exclaimed, suprise appearing on his features. Perhaps it was new since he had no recollection of an existent bar last time he was in Brielle. After few moments of debating whether he should stay and continue tearing his bike apart or enjoy a beer, Kit finally took a decision. “You know what? I’m dying to put some alcohol in me” he nodded and stood up from his chair, leaving the instruments on the side. 

“Did you ride it?” he asked, glancing at the female.

[kitrawlings]

jordyngarcia‌:

Jordyn had been struggling to leave the office for over an hour now, however task after task had left her stuck in the perimeter off her space. Though finally after finalizing each task that needed to be done she was able to pack up her things and head out. She zipped up her black jacket and locked the door behind her, quickly walking towards the exit. 

The cold air hit her face immediately, there was something about the cold that made her whole body turn into a miserable disaster. However up a head was a blonde who also seemed to be having a miserable time. Jordyn’s heels of her boots clicked on the pavement as she walked towards him. “Got another one of those?” She asked as she approached. "Looks like you’ve got yourself into a bit of a shit show, hey?” Her hands rested on her hips as she looked at the other body across from her.

The voice coming from the back of the room made Kit snap out of his zone. He took his eyes off the bike after prolonged investagation on whether the spark plugs were still good or their life span had run off. He turned around, the cigarette still tucked in between his lips. Taking a good look at the woman, he felt a relief that she was obviously a staff member. He took another drag and placed the cigarette in the improvised ashtray. 

“Sorry, didn’t realise anyone would come here” he stated, while reaching for the pack of cigarettes, which was lying on the table next to him and threw them gently in the direction of the woman making sure it was easy enough for her to catch it. 

“Shit show doesn’t even cover it. I am at the moment pretty much stranded in Brielle if I don’t manage to find a way to fix it” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, the features on his face showing evident frustration.

[kitrawlings]

Another week had passed since he had returned to Brielle and as a present his bike broke down. As usual it was a great timing seeing it happened right after he finished his shift and instead of going back home he had to stay and figure out a way to fix it temporarily so he could drive back. He took it to the room where the workshops were usually taking place seeing it was the only place where he could find any kind of instruments in order to try and fix it.

“God fucking damn it” he swore while inspecting it from close proximity. 

It seemed to him to be an electrical problem, which was a pretty frustrating issue to toubleshoot. He had already tried doing the obvious quick fixes in order to make his bike start running again. Unfortunately that did not work so he had to investigate further into the engine spark and tear some things apart in the hope to find a solution to his problem. During his frustration he allowed himself to light a cigarette. He was going to air out the room later anyways, so he did not see the problem. He was so lost in trying to fix his bike that he did not even hear that someone had walked in. 

[dante-sweeney]

@kitrawlings continued from here

“Oh, I don’t know. I hadn’t gotten that far - I was fully anticipating you to tell me to go fuck myself, like most of your charming colleagues do.” Generally when he was refusing to eat and being argumentative about it, which he rightfully shouldn’t complain about. He’d not been anticipating Kit’s relaxed answer, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Oh god, Dante hoped he wasn’t going to have to actually decorate. He didn’t have the energy, mental or physical, to deal with that. The only reason he’d asked Kit was because antagonising staff members was one of the few things he had fun with in Brielle - when they were nice, he felt oddly adrift.

[kitrawlings]

“Ray of sunshines aren’t they?” he stated sarcastically. Kit used to have few collegues who he liked when he worked in Brielle before, but now there was so many changes in staff that he had no idea who is who anymore. He still had not talked to any familiar faces, because he was pretty much burried in work eversince he had returned.

“So who are you? Don’t remember you” he shrugged while observing the guy and trying hard to think if he had seen him before. 

[kitrawlings]

edgeofchase‌:

He had a certain sturdiness to him—to the way he walked, to the weight of his footfalls, to the sound of the leather as he moved. There was comfort in that, for Chase, and he wasn’t sure if it was simply because it was familiar, or because it represented all the things Chase felt he needed as influence in his life. Reliability and raw, weathered, honesty. Articles and elements that lasted through time and represented fortitude, like leather jackets and steel toed boots. Bruised knuckles, calloused palms. 

He stole a glance at the man’s big paws as he offered Chase the cigarette carton, and for a moment, his thoughts wandered to what they might feel like on his skin—over his chest, around his neck, bruising his hips. His mouth filled with saliva at the thought, his pulse quickening, but he made the excuse for himself that it was at least in part because the man was offering him something he wasn’t technically supposed to have. He was condoning the breaking of rules with him, and it made Chase feel like they were sharing something private, something exclusive. The feeling sent a chill up his spine, and a thrill down the length of his neck. 

“Thanks, mate,” he said gently, plucking one from the pack and the lighter from the man’s fingers. He lit it and took a long drag before answering. “Erm—Leeds is… alright. Kinda a shit hole, actually, where I’m from. But it ain’t all bad. It’s just… I grew up there, and I ain’t got any good memories there. A lot of stuff I just wanted to leave behind, ya know? ‘Sides, London’s got more to offer. More to do,” More distraction… “More goin’ on. And just.. a chance to start over, I reckon. I love London. Lots o’ life there. So if ya go, I reckon ya oughta go there fer sure.” 

He nodded. “Yeah, I miss it. Miss it a lot, sometimes. But I ain’t ever been nowhere before, so I mean… if I weren’t stuck in here it wouldn’t be so bad. I reckon I’d like explorin’ the states and stuff. But, um. Well I ain’t able to do that from in here, am I?” He chuckles, despite himself. “And apparently I missed a fuckin’ Mexico trip so. That’s a bloody bummer.” 

Offering the guy to smoke a cigarette with him while on duty was something very untypical for Kit. He was in general quite stricts with the rules. The only reason he did it was because he simply tickled his ego and that felt good. He had not had that feeling for a while and really made him feel good about himself. A cigarette was not going to hurt anyone. Besides, this place was not really visible for anyone and in case anyone from the staff came around, he could find an easy way of twisting the situation in a way convenient for himself. He had dealt with so many more situations, situations about life and death that something little as this was just a laughing matter in comparison.

Kit took back the pack of Marlboro cigarettes and put it back in his already quite rough and used leather jacket. He knew he needed a new one, but this one had so many memories connected to it that it was difficult for Kit to separate with it. 

“Is that right? Man, I would love to go to the UK.. London, Leeds, Newcastle whatever. Seems like a cool place to explore” he nodded, taking another long drag from his cigarette and exhaling a big cloud of smoke in front of his face. 

“Don’t beat yourself  too much about it, I missed it too” he gave a careless shrug. “Gotta say, I was quite suprised it actually happened like..” he frowned with a slightly confused look on his face. Sure he knew about the riot and all, but Mexico? It was the last destination he would have thought where they would bring the patients. “The states are pretty cool to explore, but you ought to know where to go.. some places are just grim, trust me” he bit his lip slighty and rolled his eyes to the side. 

“I do love your accent, sounds pretty badass” he stated, the features of his face forming a slight smile.

[kitrawlings]

demixrivers‌:

And why is that? Oh, there were far too many reasons – a whole scripts worth – as to why a security guard like Kit Rawlings would find such a disdain to a girl like Demetria Rivers… She was narcissistic, cocky, rude, stubborn, conniving, hellbent and generally incapable of following any set of rules ever given to her. In the eyes of a staff member, Demetria was a HANDFUL. Though, there were much worse things to be called than a handful. Had those words thought to roll off of the blondes tongue, the beauty may have just found herself CURLING around him like a serpent who was ready to inject her poison into him before devouring him whole – but where was the fun in that? Demi could SMELL the fumes that were burning through his own body; pink clouds of smoke lifting into the air, the chemicals of a potion polluting Brielle’s hallways in the small waiting area in which they were sat – her chin practically pressed atop of his shoulder, lips inches away from his ears whilst her fingers continued to dance over the pages he was reading. Kit wanted her… He may not have cared to admit it but you could always feel a man tremble under your spell, even if they had no intention of allowing their knees to buckle – REFUSING to succumb to any weakness that was hovering over them and ready to consume them. Leaning in closer so that hot breath could tingle against his lobe, crashing over the crook in his neck like hot lava spilling from the confinements of a volcano and lacing him in a seductive FIRE – the beauty whispered a few words into his ear, words that he surely would not forget. 

“You would hate me because I’m a bad girl…” 

Pulling back now, lips curved upward into a sadistic smile – pearls flashing under the white lights that had been dimmed for the evening as though she was giving her best Harley Quinn impression – Demetria pulled the magazine from his hands and dropped it behind her, allowing her fingertips to run back over his burly palms and tugging him slightly in his direction as hazel eyes BEGGED for his knuckles to be intertwined with the silk of her shorts. She would never physically utter those words – no, Demi Rivers was not desperate. She was like a SPIDER; setting up the trap of her web and waiting for people to become stuck in her own silver thread – creeping across the crystallised cotton as an impending torture fell upon them. Kit seemed to UNDERSTAND her… His own wit battling against hers in time, whilst his ceruleans worked a magic of their own. It would work to her advantage, having a security guard on her side; VOUCHING that she was in bed, even when she wasn’t because he knew that she could give him exactly what he wanted. It was the perfect cover up. Though, something felt as though this wasn’t just a game – Demetria could have just as much fun with him as he could her. 

“I know that I can handle it. The question is, can you handle ME?”

Bad girl. Fair to say Kit had his experience with girls who viewed themselves as bad and naughty. They were the type of girls he could have a lot of temporary fun and then go on to the next one. Simple as that. Kit was not a relationship person. He had never held on a relationship for longer than couple of months. There was something that was simply stopping him from achieving that. He could not lie, the feeling of being desired by others was feeding his ego to a high degree and he could not get that type of satisfaction just by being with one person. Thus, relationships for him were simply a taboo.

“Is that so? You’re not too convincing” he shrugged lightly, the corner of his mouth tucking into a slight, almost invisible smirk.

The frisky brunette seemed to be giving her best to get physically as closer as she could to Kit without seeming desperate. His knuckles were only few inches away from her silky skin, radiating warmth against his. He stretched his fingers and slid down his hand on his leg placing it on his knee. Sure, he could perfectly behave himself, but his thirst and desire to act upon his instincts was getting stronger and stronger and the playfulness of the brunette was intesifying this desire.

He scoffed at her next sentence. Handle her? Kit could handle a lot of things ranging from all sorts of gang activities to appearing as the perfect son at home and he did not see how a young girl like her could pose any problem for him. If she even had a slight idea of his past, she probably would not have asked this question in the first place. “I could handle a lot, but I don’t see why I should be handling you in the first place. The only way I can handle you right now is to send you back to your room, because it’s way past curfew” he shrugged. However, he was not going to do it, because his shift was over anyway. He had no desire of doing extra work out of the working time. The only reason why he was still in Brielle at this time was because he did not want to get soaked on the way back home, but unfortunately it seemed like the rain was not going to stop soon. The only interesting activity was to continue the conversation with the brunette.

[kitrawlings]

demixrivers‌:

Thighs as smooth as silk, hair as curled as beach waves and attitude as fiery as a GAS STATION alight in the dead of night – Demetria Rose Rivers was a force to be reckoned with; she was a hurricane of her own world, a STORM on a peaceful evening in the summer. If there was one promise that the beauty had made herself, it was that she would leave an impact wherever she went; her own signature stamp marking itself across the lives of people she met – ensuring that she would be remembered. As the baby pink lace clung to the curvature of her hips, forearm draping itself across the security guards chair as she continued to lean in to get a better look of his magazine – the display of CONFIDENCE never left. Her cherries were pouted, yet curved upward. Her eyes were wide open, unafraid of staring him down. Her body language was open, letting him know that it was perfectly okay to flirt back if that was what his heart truly desired. Demi was no SNITCH – not unless it strongly benefited her in ruining someone’s life but Kit? He was a bit of harmless fun ( a F A N T A S Y inside of her own mind ). Perhaps, she may not have been here though if she knew that Kit and Jared had worked together before… Though right now, she had no concern as to whether Kit was one of Robert’s own staff members or just the odd security guard that happened to get hired in the midst of madness.  

As soon as his own words left his lips, Demetria couldn’t help but drop her eyes momentarily – petals pulling upward into a giggle to reveal her perfect row of white pearls as her chest rose and deflated, assets on show from the cut in her vest shirt. Soon enough though, she found herself looking back at him; hazels crashing against the blue of his irises. “Well, you are going to HATE me then. I heard that love hate relationships are always the best though.” Raising an eyebrow suggestively, her index finger lifting up to flicker over to the next page – reminding Kit that although he held more power, she could remain in control of this situation, Demetria chewed on her lower lip allowing her lashes to batter in the direction of the magazine where the new 2019 range of Harley Davidson motorbikes lay. “I would look so HOT on the back of one of these… The only thing I’m missing is a biker. What do you say?”

Kit observed the brunette as she moved closer, placing her body in very close proximity to his. She was bold, confident and fierce. She was as well very attractive from Kit’s perspective, but he was aware that she already knew that. Her attitude did not miss to show it. Generally, Kit liked women like her. Women who were not afraid or shy to put themselves out there. She however was a patient and patients were naturally way off limits. Even flirting with her was extremely unprofessional and denied by Dr. Robert. If Kit got caught flirting, he would get into a lot of trouble, even possibly fired. Somehow it did not worth it, seeing how much effort he had put throughout the years to get where he was and to gain his place of respect and power. Was there a particular sexual attraction between them? Yes, but that is all it was and all it was going to stay, just attraction. The girl may be bold, but Kit had his own strenghts and few tricks up his sleeve. He was human and like every human he had his desires, but he intented of not showing them in any way. He had enough ego, confidence and self-control of his own, so that task was not too hard.

It did not take long until he realised that brunette was giving him all the flirting signs. Thirsty look, open body language and flirting in a suggestive and rather self-indulgent way. Even more importantly she was doing that while knowing that he was a staff member. It was a pretty obvious fact that was not hard to miss. The audacious brunette however did not seem to even remotely care that this could get her in trouble. “And why is that?” he questioned the female.

As she turned to the next page, Kit glanced at her with a demanding look on his face. Another bold move of allowing herself to turn the page without permission while the magazine was in his hands. “I don’t know, can you handle it?” he asked as the corners of his lips formed a light grin across his face.

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edgeofchase‌:

Chase was not unfamiliar with men from… complicated pasts. Dark worlds. Men who wore leather and ripped denim. Men who smelled like engine oil and musty hotels. Men with hair on their chest and scars on their knuckles. And though Chase had had his fair share of less-than-pleasant experiences where these men were involved—he’d also had some eye opening ones. Some that were memorable for as many good things as they were for bad. 

Before working with the agency, he’d been taken under the ‘wing’ of Raul—a man who, for all intents and purposes, was Chase’s pimp. But no matter what other people said, what people called him, or how despicably he might have been seen, Chase had cared for the man, because the man had cared for him. Maybe… maybe not in the traditional way people might expect or desire. But he’d looked out for Chase. He’d protected him, had his back. Given him a roof over his head, a number to call, a place to run to at night when he had nowhere else to go. He’d kept Chase safe, and shown him opportunity—and for that, Chase had been grateful. 

And it’d been his time working under the watch of Raul that he’d encountered the kinds of men whom he was now reminded of with Kit. Men who had edges and dark corners and knives tucked into their boots. Men with dirty hands and bruising grips—but Chase had found that though they’d never been especially friendly… many of them had been more than met the eye. It usually came, after the sex, as Chase lied there on his stomach, watching hazily as his John fell asleep on his back. Or as he’d listened to the drunken ramblings of a client who couldn’t have been there, laying with Chase, had he been sober. Confessions of wives or dead daughters. Confessions of crimes they regretted, or the ones they didn’t. They were complicated. Dark, maybe. Dangerous, sure. But they were complicated, just like Chase. Had been hurt, just like Chase had been. And it was in that, that he found admiration. There was where he found respect—even for the most intimidating of men. The ones with the iciest, thickest hides. There was always something more. And call him naive, but Chase liked that. 

And later, when he was with the agency, he’d conclude that in many cases, those men had really not been any different than the ones with money. With fancy watches and expensive suits. Because as it would turn out. Money didn’t automatically mean class.

“Oh, I was born in Leeds, actually,” he replied easily, finding he liked the chatter—liked that the guard was taking interest enough to ask. It made him feel visible, and there was a comfort in that. “And how I ended up here… erm. Weird story I reckon,” he said with a gentle buckle in his delicate brow. “But basically, my, uh, Doc. Works here and suggested I came here. Got me admitted, basically. And I met him, ‘cause, well.. he takes a lot o’ trips to the UK, see, and erm, s’pose he was takin’ on patients while he was there, too or somethin’?” He shrugged. “Dunno, really.” 

Talking extensively about the deal with how he got here was usually difficult—mostly because it involved a lot of lying, and so he was eager to change the subject. And the offer from the guard to join him in a smoke back outside was as good of an excuse as any. It was also one that made Chase grin. “Yeah? Really? I mean, yeah, ‘course I’m comin’, sir. Ain’t gonna say no to that.” And his grin, as they went back out the doors the way they came, was pleased, almost boyishly so, because the invitation felt like a slant of approval from an authority who ranked far above Chase, and Chase was plenty eager to get as much of that as he could. 

Reaching the secluded smoking area, Kit stopped and took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his back pocket. For a second he really debated whether he should proceed with what he was doing since it was beyond against the rules. Allowing and offering cigarettes to a patient could get him into a lot of trouble, but part of him did not care. The boy had made him feel better about himself and that is all that mattered. Without further hesitation, Kit placed a cigarette in betwen his lips, lit it and took a long drag blowing the smoke. “Here” he muttered, allowing the boy to take a cigarette out of the half emptied pack. 

Kit’s actions were rather untypical for himself, but his behaviour had its own loop holes. Even if discipline and following a certain set of rules were always on the top of his priorities, Kit sometimes just completely disregarded that matter when other more important things overshadowed it. In this case, Chase was very successfully giving Kit exactly what he needed right now - respect, appreciation and obedience. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Leeds yeah? I’ve heard it’s good there, why did you move to London?” he asked, hoping to maybe find some further information about the boy. Sure, he would look at his file after they finished their conversation, but he rather wanted to find about details, which were not written in there. Forming a trust relationship with the patients was from huge importance in order for his job to run smoothly.

“How are you settling here? I bet you miss the good old UK” he stated, taking another drag from his cigarette and flicking the ash on the ground beneath him. Kit had never been outside of the US and talking to Chase made him realise that perhaps he was missing out. There was so much more to be seen, to be experienced. One of his dreams was to go and tour through Europe on his bike. However for now that is all it was - a dream. 

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zoe-bridgette‌:

Maybe a year ago, before Scott, she would have grown rosy and flustered if a man called her pretty. But now, things were different. She had Scott, and she didn’t mind what anyone else thought of her. Far more interesting than whether people thought she was pretty or not, was the bike. She wasn’t an expert, and she’d never actually touched one before, but she’d done her reading and was sufficiently interested.

Whether that interest was genuine, or because she wanted to be able to impress Scott, was another matter.

“I’m Zoe,” she said, shaking Kit’s hand. Firm shake, she reminded herself, because nobody liked a dead-fish handshake. Not that it mattered, because his hand all but swallowed hers. Compared to Scott - because that was her litmus test for all men - he was even taller, even broader. A man, rather than the nineteen year old that Scott was. But that was why they worked so well together: close in age, they understood one another perfectly. “It’s important to take an interest in your partner’s hobbies, I think. I like hearing him talk about it, because it makes him so happy. I’d love to ride one one day, or even have my own. It must be amazing, riding fast and feeling the world slip past you. Do you think I could… have a look at your bike? Up close?” There was hesitancy in her voice, because he’d only just walked in the door and she was already asking him to go back outside with her. But she was intrigued, and excited, and wanted to connect the things she had read in the magazines to the reality of a bike before her.

“Pleasure to meet you Zoe” he responded, shaking her delicate female hand. She had an unusual firm shake for a girl, but Kit found that rather positive. It meant she was confident enough to do it and nothing could push away Kit more than girls who were shy and doubtful. “So it just because of that boyfriend of yours? Would you still be into bikes and buy one for yourself if it was’t for him?” he wondered, in an attempt to see where she was standing with this. To test if her interest was genuine or she was just trying to impress people by her knowledge without actually sharing those particular interests herself.

“Uh yeah sure, let me just quickly drop my stuff in the storage room” he replied and quickly began walking to the room where all belongigs were kept and where he would usually leave his backpack and helmet. Few minutes passed and Kit returned only carrying the key for the bike with him. “Let’s go” he urged the girl to follow him. He was curious to see how the girl would react upon seeing the bike. 

“Voilà” he exclaimed when they reached the spot where the bike was parked. It looked clean and shiny since Kit had washed it on the weekend before. It was rare that his bikes looked dirty, because he was always putting extra effor so that they are always in perfect state.

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❝ we can stay up late and watch scary movies. ❞

Kit gazed at the brunette whom he had met few days ago. He was however not convinced if she meant this as a general propostion or something rather individual to Kit. If it was however the latter, it would be quite inappropriate considering she was a patient and Kit was aware patients are way off limits. Of course an invitation to watch a movie seemed rather harmless, but that was usually not the case. 

“So you’re telling me you’re a horror fan?” he raised his eyebrows lightly, sapphires focusing on the brunette.

[kitrawlings]

Kit will be dressed for this Halloween as Indiana Jones

He will be wearing khaki coloured pants and shirt and brown leather boots. As accessories he will carry a leather duffel bag, a hat and a leather whip with him.

The look will be completed by carrying the Golden Idol with him 

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demixrivers‌:

Hell – if Demetria knew that the biker wanted a drink, she would have brought her left over vodka from Mexico instead of her security pass with her. Sneaking out to go and see Jared had become a regular occurrence by now, that it was almost too easy. Having only acquired the pass within the last day or two, the last thing the beauty wanted was to have it CONFISCATED. A trade was a trade and when you were buying contraband off another staff member, there were still consequences. Her tip toed steps came to a halt as soon as she saw the security guard sat comfortably in his seat but if she stepped any further, he probably would have heard her – the same if she quickly turned around and darted for her room. It was late… Way past curfew actually, so why was he still here? Deciding to EMBRACE the coincidence rather than shy away from it, the beauty cleared her throat to gain his attention – pyjama shorts revealing her silk thighs as she sauntered over to him and threw herself down on the couch beside him, leaning into his shoulder ever so slightly to gain a better look of what he was reading, vest shirt enhancing her cleavage against his bicep. Demetria knew exactly what she was doing, it was all a TEST to see exactly what Kit would do. 

“Rider? Ooh, I do L O V E myself a bad boy biker.”

The current issue of the magazine he was reading was so interesting that Kit did not even notice that someone was approaching him until the particular person cleared their throat. He took his eyes off the magazine and glanced at the brunette standing in front of him. She was petite and wearing rather revealing clothes. However, Kit could not really blame her since it was bed time. The question is why was she still out wandering through the empty hallways and was not in her room where she should be?

He followed the brunette with his eyes as she sat down on the couch beside him and descretely observed her from head to toes. It was almost impossible not to, considering how less she was wearing. What was her game? Not only it was past curfew, but she also went and sat right next to a security guard. Apart from being extremely confident she was also borderline impudent.

“And I do love patients who are sticking to the rules and are not wandering around past curfew” he implied in a sharp and rather witty way. Although his shift was over, Kit was still a security guard and could not simply let everyone do whatever they want. “You have some balls, I will give you that” he scoffed referring to the fact that instead of trying to stay unnoticed she went and demanded that he aknowledges her presence. It was definately a very bold move.

[kitrawlings]

​❝ are you going to help me put up these halloween lights? ❞

A subtle nod appeared on Kit’s face. Even if Halloween was not one of his favourite holidays, he was happy that the patients were rather thinking about halloween lights than causing chaos and complete disorder to the place.

“Sure man, where do you want them?”