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Cathy/Rain ropes fic, beginning:
Crunch. The salty-spicy taste of Cathy’s borderless Cajun popcorn filled the green smell. It was transformation nine, and both of them were on babysitting duty. Rain didn’t normally pull babysitting duty, but after all that it happened, he wanted to make sure there were no lingering side effects that might give these Wolf form extra powers or otherwise in danger. But it seemed tonight was said to be a very boring swatch the warg, after growling of the storm Cathy and rain’s direction and bearing whites saliva slathered he’s had curled up in the center of the silver chain certain and fallen asleep.
Tab crunch. He was used to long watches. He’d been doing reconnaissance for years Cathy was used to these long watches to. She’d been tying up B free was.
Tara good God, this was boring.
“Bradford finally have someone here to talk to,” Cathy said, taking the popcorn bowl from brain as he passed it to her. “Undue “usually, it’s just me, the warg Wolf, and B’s horror movie collection.”
Tab raise the sure some Smalltalk was expected of him in response, but he didn’t know quite what to say. Until recently, Kathy barely even wanted to speak to him. And now they had a night where they had nothing to do but talk. He was beginning to regret this. Not that she’d said anything bad; in fact, she seemed less hostile to them than ever. But… It still felt awkward. It at least had some groups to discuss when binding of being, but they didn’t have them now.
“You’re not saying much,” Cathy said.
Tab “I’m not sure what to say. We don’t usually get along. The only thing we were managed to not argue about his rope.”
She passed him the ball. “And popcorn.” She passed him the bowl.
“And popcorn.” Crunch.
Tom “well, how about this. We always talk about B,”, “so why don’t we talk about something else?”
Tab “all I’ve got is are two mutual interests. One of those B; the others rope. Want to talk rope?”
Tab “why not? What you like?”
“That’s brought.”
Tab “peace right. You do Dodge a lot. Come on. We have nothing else to do and nothing else to talk about it won’t end an argument somehow. Let’s talk rope. And kink. What do you like?”
Tab “I like… I like being tied up.”
Tab “that’s a start.”
Tab “I like it when I can’t move. I’m more into practical than the corridor, but all sit through to corridor the thoughts with the top wants. In a certain headstate, I am… More interested in – pleasing? Serving well? – Than anything else.”
Tab “interesting. Elaborate? And anything else?”
Tab “I noticed this conversation is extremely one-sided.”
. Under “it won’t be. But I wanted to your site first. Then also you might.”
Tab “I like… Serving. Being with someone else wants me to be, working under restrictions and rules, and pain. I like a lot of pain.”
Tab “what kind?”
Tab “at the low-end, being scratched and bitten. At the upper end, being cuts.” He really hoped B the Sleeping werewolf did not remember this morning. He wasn’t sure if you want to have to turn remember it either. “Being struck is also good, especially something with the NCE. Having Bruce’s poked this in so bad, either.”
“Interesting.”
Tab “is that all your point say?
After over half an hour of mostly-verbal editing, the corrected version looks like this:
Crunch. The salty-spicy taste of Cathy’s butterless Cajun popcorn filled Rain’s mouth. It was transformation time, and both of them were on babysitting duty. Rain didn’t normally pull babysitting duty, but after all that had happened, he wanted to make sure there were no lingering side effects that might give B’s wolf form extra powers or otherwise in danger. But it seemed tonight was said to be a very boring watch. The warg, after growling up a storm in Cathy and Rain’s direction and bearing white, saliva-slathered fangs, had curled up in the center of the silver chain circle and fallen asleep.
Crunch. He was used to long watches. He’d been doing reconnaissance for years. Cathy was used to these long watches, too. She’d been tying up B for years.
Good God, this was boring.
“Glad to finally have someone here to talk to,” Cathy said, taking the popcorn bowl from Rain as he passed it to her. “Usually, it’s just me, the warg wolf, and B’s horror movie collection.”
Rain was sure some small talk was expected of him in response, but he didn’t know quite what to say. Until recently, Cathy barely even wanted to speak to him. And now they had a night where they had nothing to do but talk. He was beginning to regret this. Not that she’d said anything bad; in fact, she seemed less hostile to them than ever. But… It still felt awkward. They’d at least had some rope to discuss when binding up B, but they didn’t have it now.”
“You’re not saying much,” Cathy said.
“I’m not sure what to say. We don’t usually get along. The only thing we’ve managed to not argue about is rope.”
“And popcorn.” She passed him the bowl.
“And popcorn.” Crunch.
“Well, how about this. We always talk about B, so why don’t we talk about something else?”
“All we’ve got is our two mutual interests. One of those is B; the other is rope. Want to talk rope?”
It won't end not? What do you like?”
“That’s broad.”
“B’s right. You do dodge a lot. Come on. We have nothing else to do and nothing else to talk about that won’t end up an argument somehow. Let’s talk rope. And kink. What do you like?”
“I like… I like being tied up.”
“That’s a start.”
“I like it when I can’t move. I’m more into practical than decorative, but I’ll sit through decorative if that’s what the top wants. In a certain headstate, I’m more interested in – pleasing? Serving well? – than anything else.”
“interesting. Elaborate? And anything else?”
“I notice this conversation is extremely one-sided.”
“It won’t be. But I wanted to hear your side first. Then I’ll tell you mine.”
“I like… Serving. Being what someone else wants me to be, working under restrictions and rules, and pain. I like a lot of pain.”
“What kind?”
“At the low end, being scratched and bitten. At the upper end, being cut.” He really hoped B the sleeping werewolf did not remember this in the morning. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to have Cathy remember it, either. “Being struck is also good, especially with something stingy. Having bruises poked isn’t so bad, either.”
“Interesting.”
“Is that all you’re going to say? What do you like?”
“I like tying people up. I also like getting tied up, but not really in a subby way. I’ll do it in a subby way if I have to, but mostly I like to be in control of where the ropes are going and when, to have them be more like a service to me than anything else. Like you, restraint, no real decoration. Sadomaso, so both receiving end and giving end on the pain thing. In a dommy way both sides, which is difficult to find subs for. There’s a whole sado dom stereotype going around. Cutting’s okay. Never done giving and, on the receiving end, with blood play. Other stuff. I like pulling people’s hair, which yours isn’t all that great for. Nails and striking are all right, I like using… I don’t know. I guess I’m a generalist. I like… Headspace. Mindgames. It’s really weird with fellow doms, but fun. With subs, it’s more… Well, depends on the sub. Some are too easily overwhelmed. It’s like my personality just runs right over them. I guess I like brats.”
“I’m afraid I’m not one, not in the right headspace, at least.”
“Nobody’s perfect. But, um. Even if not everything we like matches, I actually think I’d like to try some stuff with you. You know what you want, which is really helpful. And you don’t seem like the type to do something stupid.”
“Mostly, no. In headspace, I might.”
“We can work with that.”