Breaking and Entering

Catherine breaks into a home only to find it not as empty as she believed.

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Catherine Walker
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Sat Jan 20, 2018 2:56 pm

Her back to him it allowed her to freely have expressions that she otherwise could not resist showing. He may have attempted to keep his tone neutral but she sensed a hint of curiosity and confusion, especially when he continued. The question about others had her muscles tightening her shoulders coming inward knitted together at the center before she could force herself to relax. “Myself only,” she set one of the plates above her the bold faced lie coming out rather smoothly, “I take only what I require and I require nothing from you.”

Frankly after she had met him she couldn’t steal from him. She’d never known her targets before striking their home other than their habits. There were rules, no one with children, no elderly, and only those that could afford the loss.
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Sat Jan 20, 2018 4:02 pm

As one might've guessed, James wasn't privy to the rules of the criminal underworld, let alone Catherine's personal inhibitions. All he knew was that the person who broke into his house, held a knife to his throat, and a knife he would later slice his hand open on, had not taken anything last night. And now she was claiming she didn't need anything from him. Then why are you here? begged the question, one that he would keep at the back of his mind.

He waited for Catherine to finish the dishes, before getting to his feet, and walking over beside her at the sink. He began to unwrap his hand, grimacing as he saw the angry red slash across his palm. It certainly wasn't pretty, and he dreaded what she would pour in the wound this time. He decided to ignore his dread, and instead cracked a joke about his impending fate, "Well, let the torture begin."
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Sat Jan 20, 2018 4:46 pm

His lack of questioning suited her just fine as he approached unwrapping his hand. Draining the sink of the hot water that had been on it she tsked away as she glanced at it. The wound was nasty simply for the length of it but it was not deep and would heal over on its own if he did not constantly use the hand in order to mold it. The scabbing had not yet set in which meant it was open to the air and she would need to clean it again before allowing it to dry and wrapping it again.

Glancing down she truly did feel bad but she wasn’t about to let this man know. “Soap won’t hurt it, you should shower first and then we’ll clean it out again before wrapping it. That way I can make sure that it is clean.”
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Sat Jan 20, 2018 9:33 pm

Feigning mock indignation at Catherine’s assumptions that he couldn’t bathe himself, he quickly retorted, “If you have no faith in my ability to clean myself, then I guess you’ll have to join me in the bath.”

He let a suggestive wink and sly smile join his retort, though he knew he would probably regret it if she found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide handy. Realizing he just made a pun without intention, even if it was only a mental one, he softly chuckled. Immediately, he realized he was definitely acting out of character, especially childish and immature. He wondered if his guest was the source of his current attitude and actions.
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Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:24 pm

His first mistake was that her hand was cupping the back of his own while he spoke. The second was that he had not removed it or thought quickly enough. Her fingers wrapped around his palm she gave it what would usually be a gentle squeeze but would send pain up his arm. Returning the very sly smile he had given to her she released his hand. Thankfully there was no fresh blood and as she tossed his bandages she would walk towards the upstairs where she knew there to be a bathroom. Being thorough meant she already knew the layout of the house.

“If you need me to bathe you like a babe should I be grabbing some sort of rubber ducky too,” out in the hallway she winked back at him as she cackled and set off up the stairs.
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Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:45 am

James was right when he knew Catherine would do something to his hand. He was wrong in the method she would go about it though. He figured a dash of peroxide, maybe some lemon juice, whatever vials of acid she kept on hand to keep unruly homeowners at bay. But the gentlest of squeezes seemed to outdo all of the above and then some. He attempted to put a brave face on his pain until she left the room.

Then he started swearing. Not loud enough for Catherine to have the satisfaction of knowing how in pain he was, but loud enough to take the edge off. He gingerly held his hand, as a stream of profanities poured forth. Most of them were pointed at no one in particular, but more than a few at the woman upstairs. Finally, when he felt the pain start to simply slip into a gentle throbbing, he let go of his hand, and he followed her upstairs.
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Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:53 am

Should she have been capable of hearing his admonitions in the form of rather perverse words she might have laughed. Heartily. As it were her absence allowed him the freedom to produce the slurs as she located what she assumed to be his bathroom. Drawing from the clothing he had brought with him the suitcase had been set out by the staff before his departure and his things placed away. Setting out the stocking and underwear she had a pair of flat grey slacks, one of the more practical items she could find, a white undershirt and a sweater of deep maroon with no buttons. The less buttons she had to do up for him the better things would be.


Starting up the water in order to get the warmth flowing through the pipes she had the decency to turn the hot tap on with only a little of the cold. The soap he could handle with only one hand but she placed a towel out for him. He would have to manage best he could with that. When he came in the room she beckoned him over. Her fingers made quick work of his tie, then began at the buttons of his vest. Slipping it over his shoulders her hands had ran up the edges of his chest to do so before it dropped behind him. Hands of a pickpocket and thief each button came rather quickly undone.
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Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:49 pm

James looked over the clothes she had chosen for him, and gave a slight nod of approval. It was promising to be another cold day, so the sweater would be appreciated. drew close to Catherine when she beckoned, though part of him was afraid of what she would do to him this time. He was delightfully surprised when she only decided to help him undress, and not cause any more pain.

He tried to look away from Catherine as she undressed him, as her hands moved quickly and assuredly. It wasn't that he was trying to be rude, it was that often when a beautiful woman was helping him undress, it was usually for more... intimate occasions. And though he joked about it, he was trying to push those notions out of his mind, though that became nigh impossible as her hands reached up around his shoulders to help pull the tie off.

He couldn't help but notice how careful she was with her hands, making it all too clear that she was good at her profession. Deciding to try and have a little fun, even if it meant more pain being administered, he leaned himself forward slightly, and felt her hand brush up against his collar as she was undoing the buttons there.
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Sun Jan 21, 2018 9:17 pm

Business like at first she was performing a job that she had only accepted due to the guilt of harming him and of her lifestyle. Attending to his needs included handling anything that required two hands. Buttons could be done with one but it was with practice to do it easily and it might have taken him some time on his own. Then he decided to play games with her leaning into her touch where the backs of her fingers felt his warm skin. Oh he wanted to play games now did he, she thought.

That brisk manner in which she had been attending to his clothes suddenly switched. The last few buttons she lingered on, slowly took them apart all the while changing her glances from her work to his faces going between his eyes and his lips. She bit her own lip drawing it between her teeth and then releasing it slowly as she undid the final button.

Her hands crossed the expanse of his chest beneath his shirt her palms on the edges of his shoulders as she pushed his shirt back from the front. Taking it town his arms until it dropped on the floor. Then she reached for his belt buckle. She grinned as she undid the clasp drawing the leather out from around his waist and then popping the top button. She did not try to keep her hands off his skin while she did so nor did she look away from him.
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Mon Jan 22, 2018 5:22 am

Well, James learned the folly of ever trying to play with her when Catherine switched her movements from the brisk and professional to the slow and flirtatious manner. It wasn't that he disliked her rapid shift, as it made her all the more attractive, with her sparkling brown eyes full of amusement at his plight, the softness of her hands on his body despite her hard life, the shifting of her long brown hair on her back.

What he didn't like was that she was too attractive, her teasing was too convincing, and certain areas of his body were responding in ways he didn't approve of, especially for someone he just met yesterday, let alone someone who had tried to rob his house. His cheeks were growing in warmth as they turned red, and he prayed that she wouldn't look too low. As she undid his belt buckle and freed him of his first button, he attempted a hasty retreat, to try and salvage what little dignity he had left.

Silently swearing at himself, he wondered why he was acting this way, why this random woman was making him undone at the slip of her fingers. She certainly wasn't like any of the others he had encountered along the way, she could hold her own in almost all regards.
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