Vincent Kane, M.D.

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A Valentine’s Day Present for me? How thoughtful.

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Lost | Vincent & Rosalie

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Vincent watched Rosalie’s face as she went away, disconnecting, dissociating… going somewhere that was not here, in any case. He wondered what she was thinking that made her breath hitch like that, her lips part just so, the sounds that seemed just like moans. 

He noticed that he was sweating. There was a total lack of distance in his attitude towards Rosalie, and he found it frequently annoying to be so moved, so influenced. The rest of the time, though, he found it thrilling. It took a lot to get to him, and she seemed to have found all the shortcuts. 

As she spoke, and he watched her cheeks redden, he grinned - he couldn’t help himself. “Honestly, I don’t remember - but why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about just now, instead?”

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The color on Rosalie’s cheeks intensified and she averted her gaze for a moment, nibbling nervously on her bottom lip. She could trust him, he had proven that time and time again. He wouldn’t judge her but it still seemed to be such a strange concept to talk about those dark desires that consumed her mind.

Her body shook, moving in unison with the thrusts as the man behind kept drilling in and out of her while another rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs relentlessly. She moaned louder, her back pressed tightly against his firm chest before she felt the head of another cock being pressed against her slightly parted lips, urging her to open up further.

“I doubt it’s relevant. It’s just a dream I had last night.” she murmured before looking up again to meet his gaze. Coyly she locked her eyes with his, suddenly remembering that he played a crucial role in that dream as well. She blushed deeper.

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Vincent gave her what he thought of as the look - the raised eyebrow, quirking lip, wide-eyed acknowledgement that he was not buying what she was selling.

“Do tell me more. We have quite a lot of time, and it seems like whatever you’re thinking of is something that’s pretty important to you - or at least affects you pretty strongly.”

He imagined that she would reject this effort to get past her defenses, just like she had so many before. Of all of the people in his life, she was the most difficult to understand. It kept him continually on the verge of admitting his full involvement with her - but that needed to wait. right? Right. wait. right. 

He looked at her expectantly. “Let’s go. Out with it.”

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Lost | Vincent & Rosalie

Several sets of hands wandered over her skin, fingers dragging along her curves, gripping tightly in possession, caressing gently like a lover would do. A moan echoed through the dimly lit room. Or at least that’s how she imagined it to look despite her blocked vision. She reached up to the sides of her face, a silken tie put in place, blindfolding her, as calloused hands kept exploring her body. A slap caused her to gasp in surprise as she parted her lips only to feel a thumb brushing along her teeth, opening her mouth further before being engaged in a deep kiss. Her thighs trembled and she reached out, nails digging into warm skin, leaving barely visible welts as curious fingers dipped down, probing her before being raised to her lips again. The taste of herself had her moan once more and without another warning one of them slid inside of her. Rosalie was already too far gone …

The blonde looked up, blinking once, twice, before she spotted the psychiatrist sitting in the chair opposite of her. She blushed. “I … Excuse me but … what was the question?”

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Vincent watched Rosalie’s face as she went away, disconnecting, dissociating... going somewhere that was not here, in any case. He wondered what she was thinking that made her breath hitch like that, her lips part just so, the sounds that seemed just like moans. 

He noticed that he was sweating. There was a total lack of distance in his attitude towards Rosalie, and he found it frequently annoying to be so moved, so influenced. The rest of the time, though, he found it thrilling. It took a lot to get to him, and she seemed to have found all the shortcuts. 

As she spoke, and he watched her cheeks redden, he grinned - he couldn’t help himself. “Honestly, I don’t remember - but why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about just now, instead?”

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Can’t wait to drown you | Vincent & Josephine

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Josephine hissed when she suddenly felt the stinging sensation at her cheek, glaring at the man before he launched another attack that had her fall back into the sand this time. However, he didn’t seem to take the chance to attack her another time; very much to Josephine’s satisfaction when she prepared an attack herself.

She grabbed a handful of sand, waiting a bit longer while making sure to position herself in a beneficial way that would solid her stance once she got off her knees an onto her feet. And then she spun around, throwing the sand at his face to blind him temporarily before aiming a punch at the side of his face.

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As the sand flew at him, he knew it was time for a tactical retreat, and backed quickly several steps, sensing the edge of the canopy before he hit it. As he wiped the sand out of his face, he growled at her, an equal mix of anger and rising desire - to defeat her, to dominate her, to break her.

He shifted his stance again, this time moving into an attack routine that began with a sweep; if successful, he would follow her down to grapple, if unsuccessful, a spin kick aimed at the nerve bundle in her thigh should make one of her legs go numb, leaving her vulnerable.

If only her body wasn’t so damn distracting to look at, this would be a lot easier. 

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Claire vs. the Opera

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Claire bit her lip,grinding her hips against his hand slightly.  She raised an eyebrow with a teasing smirk, “What?  You didn’t want to show off your brand new toy?”  Claire reluctantly stepped back from him and away from his hand pushing the vibrator harder against her skin.  Vincent said he was going to have fun, well so would Claire.  She wondered if he was the jealous type?  Maybe that would bring out his cruel side.  Claire, picked up her drink then turned to find her next victim.  She swung her hips as she walked straight up to a group of men, talking over drinks.

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Vincent enjoyed watching her walk away, and sipped his drink while he watched her. As she opened up her mouth to speak to the men, he kicked the vibrator up to half power, and continued to watch her out of the corner of his eye as he made small talk with the woman next to him at the bar. 

He amused himself then by flicking the vibrator on and off at random intervals, maintaining both the conversation and his vigilant watch on Claire. 

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“Let me make sure I understand the question. Would I like it if the beautiful mysterious woman sitting next to me would obey my orders? Uh… wait a second…” he paused, looking thoughtful, then continued “… yes, yes I would” with a grin.

“So, you’d better watch out, or you’ll find yourself talking your way into being my willing toy.” He laughed then, and said “Okay, i’m really not this arrogant and controlling in real life. Probably.” Yes, yes I am. But you don’t need to know that yet.

“I have found that drinking at bars is so far the best way to meet interesting people in Sterling. Although drinking coffee at the Grind appears to run a close second. In either case - apparently people in Sterling like to drink.”

“So, do you find yourself drinking a lot here in Sterling? And more importantly, would you like having to do what I say?” He hoped the sudden return to the topic would jar at least a little truth from her, and watched her carefully for a response.

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“You must be talking about the other girl over there because I am hardly mysterious. And beauty can be deceiving.” Rosalie said with a slightly amused expression. It was true, she didn’t consider herself a mystery. Pretty much every person she seemed to encounter had no issues figuring her out. However, that didn’t apply the other way around. She had always been an open book despite how hard she tried not to be. And she was certain that especially with him that was no different. If anything he already knew her better than she even knew herself.

That was all she said on the matter or else she would only get herself into trouble. Even though she suspected that he would be worth it. “I guess that makes me Sterling’s model citizen. Let it be coffee or cocktails, I’m guilty of both charges. I …” she cut herself off, having been caught off guard by his question before smiling at him playfully. Now he was just teasing her … Right? “If you were anyone else I’d tell you to find out yourself, but that doesn’t seem appropriate given the circumstances.” she returned, trying to sound confident even though she already knew the answer. Something told her that she’d like to be at his mercy but it was a darker side of her that suspected that and she never wanted him to see it.

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“Oh, I believe that there’s more to you than most people see, Rosalie darling” he replied, slight paternalistic overtones deliberately coloring his words to see how she’d react. All the talk of control was quite delicious. “And I can’t imagine that there’s anything deceptive about you, at all, beautiful.” Of course there was. And of course he knew it. 

“Oh, such a tempting and naughty reply, darling Rosalie. Now I want to know even more what it’s like to have you in my power someplace other than in my professional role... Let’s start with something easy... how about you order me the drink that you think most seems like me?”

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Libations and Lies

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Sterling’s streets were empty at this time and she blamed it on the holiday, considering that the majority of people probably spent it with her family, an opportunity she gladly passed on. Walking across the street as soon as the lights turned green it only took a few more steps before she heard someone whistle. She didn’t bother to stop at first until her shoes were mentioned, a compliment that she’d accept gladly.

Yet she couldn’t deny that realizing Vincent being the one to make the sound came as a surprise. “Well, thank you, Dr. Kane!” she laughed before approaching him. She considered his words for a moment and met his gaze. Her bottle of wine could wait. “I got nowhere else to be at this point so … sure, I guess. But don’t you want to be with family though? I am sure you got other priorities but your work.”

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Vincent scoffed softly. “I don’t have a family. My parents are gone, and frankly that’s better for all of us. So on the holidays, my family is a bottle and a bar, and if i’m lucky, a beautiful blonde to have a drink with.”

He offered his arm to her, gently disengaging some of her bags so that he could carry them inside for her. 

“So, will I remember this evening as a lucky one? Are you the beautiful blonde that’s going to have a drink with me? Or are you going to leave me alone to my sad solitude and annoying alliteration” he laughed.

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Revelations | Vincent & Rosalie

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“I was supposed to be perfect …” she said almost inaudibly, recalling the countless times her aunt and the rest of her family forced their values on her, to mold her the way they needed her to be. The flawless heir that would carry on their legacy …

But she had become an entirely different person. Anything but ordinary yet still nothing but a great disappointment to her family. She shook her head again, tears rolling down her cheeks when she slowly withdrew, both physically and mentally.

She wasn’t a leader. Instead she longed for another life, on her knees with any and all decisions taken from her just so she wouldn’t have to make them. She craved for a life despised by most who lead it. Secretly, she wanted to be like the slaves. And that realization shamed her deeply, imagining the disappointment and disgust that would show on those close to her in case they ever found out.

They couldn’t and neither could he. 

‘Tell me, Rosalie. Tell me who you really are.’ She was no one. Just a blemished painting that ached to be torn apart so she could be put together again in a way that allowed her to serve a purpose. Any purpose.

The blonde withdrew further, the tears that had stained her cheeks slowly drying as her gaze was suddenly fixed on her fingers that rested in her lap, intertwined, fidgeting. Until they calmed and paused in their movements. Her gaze was void of any emotions and suddenly the only thing that mattered where the numbers in her head.

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Vincent could see that he’d loster her - he watched as she went away, as her features stilled, as her walls came back up. Alternate plans slipped through his mind, ways of getting her to open up, other therapies... hypnosis, maybe, would bring her out of her shell. 

As she sat, he poured them each a tumbler of whiskey, an old scotch that he kept specifically for challenging moments in therapy.

He knelt beside her and set it in her hand gently and whispered “Okay, Rosalie, tell me what you’re thinking, and take a small sip of this drink. It will help.”

He absently let his hand fall to her knee, feeling a spark inside him as his flesh met hers and his memories crowded in. Maintaining the facade of therapeutic disinterest was getting harder and harder when the object of his passion, vulnerable, called to his darkest desires. 

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Claire vs. the Opera

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Claire’s body stiffened, a shiver running down her spine at the sudden sensation.  The vibrator pushed harder into her because she was sitting and she immediately tried to stand up, stepping closer to Vincent.  “Fuck … S-sounds like fun.”

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“It will be for me. I hope it will be for you, too, but one never knows, right?” He nonchalantly reached down and pressed his arm against her, pushing the toy more forcefully against her skin.

“Now, Claire, we have at least another 15 minutes to kill here, unless you want to go mingle with people. You should probably sit down” he said, with a knowing smirk. “That’s a long time to just stand and” he looked at her thoughtfully “quiver, although it is deeply enticing to watch. Maybe another drink would help.”

Vincent motioned for refills for them both.

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A game with added reality

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Scarlett looked up at him as he spoke and laughed breathlessly, though the movement made her wince a little, but she wasn’t complaining. A small frown crossed her face when he wiped the blood away, even though she knew it was safer to do so there was part of her that wished he didn’t.

She hummed as he kissed her, even though she was restrained she tried to move closer to him, constantly wanting more. She moaned softly at the movement, the pain from the needles had become a dull ache now but it was still amazing, and her breath sped up a little just from the thought of the biggest needles.

As he pressed them into her she felt herself zone out a little, like she was floating almost, from the mix of intense pleasure being caused by the pain and the feeling of being so helpless. Scarlett let her eyes close for a few moments, opening them again when she heard him speaking.

“Zelenyy.” She whispered, laughing when she realised that she’d slipped into Russian, “Sorry, I mean…Green. I’m good. I’m so good. I want…” Scarlett frowned as she tried to form a proper sentence, “Dotron'sya do menya. Touch me. Please.”

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He loved it when they slipped away, when their words came from that deep place. He was the player, and they his instrument, in those moments. He could do anything he wanted right now, and she couldn’t stop him.

What he did do was smile at her request to be touched, and reached back for a tool he had set aside earlier. Snagging the magic wand on its stand, he turned it on low and dropped it perfectly onto her, pressing it in with just enough force that she would get the full effect of the motor working her.

As it worked, he stepped to the side and held up two last implements for their shared pleasure - long clothespin zippers. “Shall we go all the way, beautiful toy?”

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Can’t wait to drown you | Vincent & Josephine

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He was a talker, she hated those because they really never shut their mouth for longer than five seconds, something that irritated her beyond imagination. She decide he was all bark and no bite until he suddenly lunged forward, barely giving her a way to escape. Barely. Just as Brennan had always told her she took advantage of her speed and withdrew just in time even if it left her unprotected for the faintest of moments, giving him a window of opportunity to launch another attack. She hissed angrily and took a step back. She really wanted to see this one bleed and wipe that smug grin off his face.

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As she fell back to evade him, he snagged a towel from the chair where he had been sitting, and spun it to form a long whip. “You’re going to love this,” he said, twirling it at his side. “It’s just the...” he started his move while he was still talking; his opponents always seemed to think he wouldn’t move until he had finished.

He shifted his whole stance forward, stepping with his right and bringing the towel up to snap at her face, trying to sneak it up and in between her arms before she could react to block it. “... thing for wenches like you.”

He finished the move by bringing his other arm up into guard; normally he would try to overwhelm his opponent with a combination, but in this case he wanted to see what she would do. it was worth the risk.

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The Doctor is In

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He raised an appreciative eyebrow at her attitude. He liked fire, and she had it, hidden under a layer of innocence. “I promise only to raise my voice if the story requires it. Please come back.”

He thought for a second about which story she might like, and decided on a version of red riding hood where red takes care of the wolf all by herself.

“Once upon a time, there was a girl…” He began, telling her the story with voice changes, acting it out.

[rarity-tahliad]

Eyes scanned the room looking for all possible exits. She only needed one that was close to her in case an escape was needed she could make it. Trust was not something Hazel gave out easily. One act of anger was all it took to send Hazel into hiding. The fact that she was still sitting there said a lot. “All right. I’m sorry.”

Slowly she moved back to her seat while her eyes continued to scan the room. It wasn’t until Vincent started his story that Hazel started to let herself relax. By the middle of the story the young woman full attention was on each and every word Vincent spoke. “She, the girl really did that?” She asked once he reached the end of the story.

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“She did indeed. There are strong women, such as yourself, all over the place; sometimes it takes a trigger to bring it out, though. For Red, that was the real danger of the wolf, but it’s not always such a life-or-death kind of thing.”

He shrugged. “Like all fairy tales, it has a moral though. One of those be-careful-to-be-a-good-girl-or-the-wolf-will-eat-you kind of things. So there’s more than one way to read it.

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Playtime | Roxanne & Vincent

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Vincent sped everything up, knowing they were reaching the end of their shared endurance and that missing that crucial moment, that apex of attention and arousal, was completely unacceptable. He watched her intently as the machines played her like she was one of them, an automaton, just another toy. 

He watched. And waited. And increased the speed a little more.

Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, enjoying every sensation she could feel the moment the machine sped up. Her toes began to curl and her fists clenched as her body started to tense, preparing for the orgasm that would very soon hit her hard. “Fuck.” Her voice was a strained squeal and her breathing halted, then she exhaled shakily, moaning as she forced the breath out of her body.

The machines quickened again, and it was at this exact moment that her mind fell blank and she arched her back. “Fuck, Vincent.” She panted, feeling her stomach clench and her leg begin to spasm. “I’m gonna-” she was interrupted by her own moans as her body shuddered its way through her second orgasm of the night, leaving her exhausted and breathless on his chair.

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Vincent enjoyed her climax completely, watching her and feeling her excitement course through him, as well. He unhooked her from the table, detaching her from the equipment, and carried her to his bed with a kiss. “You are no doubt completely exhausted now” he said. “Get some sleep. You owe me one, though” he said, throwing a blanket overtop her naked form. “I’ll be in with you in a while.”

He sauntered off for a glass of wine and to put his playroom back in order. After that much exertion, she was going to be out of it for a while, he imagined.

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Lightweight || Female161 & Male33

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“I see absolutely nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, there are any number of possibilities that leap to mind.” He arched an eyebrow at her. “You are rather overdressed, really.”

“Oh really?” The smirk was still on her face and she raised her eyebrows at him, almost matching his expression. “Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me, Vincent?” She blinked innocently at him, and then glanced down to her dress. “If you want me to undress, all you have to do is ask.” She flashed a grin, teasing him. Of course she wouldn’t undress in front of a room full of people, but just for him alone, she probably would.

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“Would you like it if I were thinking dirty thoughts about you, Roxanne?” he quipped; playing at questions was the backbone of therapy at times, and he was very very skilled at it.

“It probably wouldn’t be appropriate for you to undress here in the middle of the room, though, would it? Although it would be very, very entertaining.”

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“Ooh,” he said, drawing out the letters, “I think that carries even more power than ‘Sir’ did. So, when you call me ‘Dr. Kane,’ does that mean you have to do what I say?” he finished with a laugh.

“Of course it doesn’t, unfortunately - but a guy can dream, right?”

“So…” he said, joking some more “… come here often?”

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“Would you like that?” Rosalie wondered with a tilt of her head, the question actually being a genuine one even though she tried to pretend it to be playful teasing when an amused smile pulled on the corners of her lips. “Sometimes dreams come true.” she added under her breath before looking away again to nip on her drink. “Occasionally. How about you?” 

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“Let me make sure I understand the question. Would I like it if the beautiful mysterious woman sitting next to me would obey my orders? Uh... wait a second...” he paused, looking thoughtful, then continued “... yes, yes I would” with a grin.

“So, you’d better watch out, or you’ll find yourself talking your way into being my willing toy.” He laughed then, and said “Okay, i’m really not this arrogant and controlling in real life. Probably.” Yes, yes I am. But you don’t need to know that yet.

“I have found that drinking at bars is so far the best way to meet interesting people in Sterling. Although drinking coffee at the Grind appears to run a close second. In either case - apparently people in Sterling like to drink.”

“So, do you find yourself drinking a lot here in Sterling? And more importantly, would you like having to do what I say?” He hoped the sudden return to the topic would jar at least a little truth from her, and watched her carefully for a response.

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Libations and Lies

Vincent was dressed well, as befitted the holiday - a suit, thin black cashmere sweater over an impeccable white t-shirt, motorcycle boots polished well. Newly coiffed and shaved, he was the very picture of a man ready for a date with a beautiful woman. 

He raised her, and said “Happy Christmas, Sweetheart” to his glass of Stella Artois, a holiday tradition for him. It seemed, somehow, that he always spent this night, and the day that followed, alone.

His time in Sterling had been fun so far, but he was melancholy. He had tried fitting in, tried to be the fun person that people would like, but it just… wasn’t him. His new beginning was a failure. Fortunately, he was equally fond of his real personality - it was just a little more difficult for others to deal with. An arrogant smile crossed his lips. Too Bad for them. The real Vincent is coming out to play.

He checked his apps out of habit - Tindr, Secrets - not much action on this Thursday night. With a small sigh, he ordered another drink and imagined a knife in his hand and a sexy woman strapped to his table. That brought a true smile to his face.

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Rosalie didn’t quite know how to feel, spending this holiday on her own and yet she knew it was better than being with Teddy and his family. They’d been nothing but kind and understanding and even if they assured her that she could stay as long as she wanted she had left Teddy’s childhood home weeks ago and even dodged their invitation for Christmas with an excuse that was a lie and a convincing smile that left no room for suspicion.

It was better that way. If anything she’d either ruin it or just feel completely out of place.

Because ever since it had happened she didn’t know where she belonged … As if she hadn’t been a mess before. Now things only were worse, even more confusing …

She swallowed hard as she looked around the store, avoiding the cashier’s curious glances and waiting for him to give her the bill. Her bag mostly consisted of ice cream and countless bottles of wine. There would be no dinner waiting for her where she’d go, no family or friends. Probably just netflix and a spoon. She really needed a pet …

With that thought in mind she left the store after paying for her groceries, not really looking where she went while carrying the large heavy bag in her arms. At least she wore her prettiest Dior heels to maintain some of her dignity.

[vincentkanemd-blog]

He saw her through the window, tottering down the street laden with the results of an afternoon’s commerce, and thought immediately of her strapped to his table. With a smile, he ran out the door and walked towards her. 

When he was in earshot, he gave a soft wolf whistle and said “those are absolutely the sexiest shoes I have seen all month.” He looked up then and feigned surprise. “Oh, hi Rosalie, I didn’t realize it was you” he grinned.

“I’m just having my customary drink alone for the holidays. I don’t suppose you’d like to drop your burdens for a while and join me for one before you head off to wherever you’re going, would you?”

He gave her a look that had self-deprecation, charm, and hope all mixed together. He truly did want to spend whatever time he could convince - or coerce - her into spending with him.

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Revelations | Vincent & Rosalie

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“From what i’ve heard, Rosalie, there’s no way to change this city - I hear that same story, again and again. So you need to refocus your energies - become who YOU truly want to be, and, pardon my language, but anyone who doesn’t like that can fuck right off.”

Vincent did something he never did. He knelt next to her, and looked at her earnestly. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but your whole body language just changed. Whatever it is that you’ve just realized, it is important. It might be the most important thing that’s happened in our sessions. You went from tense and frustrated to… almost eager, even, anticipatory, maybe?”

“If you want to tell me, I am happy to hear. But if it’s too new, too secret, that’s fine - but grab onto it, and don’t let it go until you’ve fully thought it through.

Vincent didn’t know what she was thinking, but he did know one thing - a happy Rosalie Thorpe was far more desirable than an unhappy one, and he wanted her to be happy. He wanted to make her be happy.

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Rosalie swallowed hard, wanting to object with his words but coming to realize that he was right. No, she knew it all along actually. Sterling City couldn’t be changed, instead it did change people.

Her eyes rested on his kneeling frame, eyes sore from the tears that kept burning them while everything inside of her screamed for her to withdraw. But the tiniest part in the depths of her mind, that little voice in her head which she had stifled until now, was suddenly getting louder. “I can’t …” she said under her breath, both an answer to his question as well as refusal. She couldn’t give in to it. It was wrong. And yet she craved it all.

[vincentkanemd-blog]

He whispered, almost inaudibly. “You can, Rosalie. You can. This is the moment. This is your moment. Your moment of becoming who you really are, of starting on the path. I can see it inside you, struggling to get out.”

He put his hand on her arm, half beseeching, half commanding. “Let it out, Rosalie. Embrace whatever it is that is inside you right now.”

His voice shifted a little. “Tell me, Rosalie” he said, demanding tones pushing for her to listen. “Tell me the truth. Tell me who you really are.”