Thomas Arkwright (Arkwright City AU) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
everyeyedothdwell) wrote2012-12-26 12:42 pm
everyeyedothdwell) wrote2012-12-26 12:42 pm
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christina totally planned this // for intenderembassy
[ It had just been a simple task. Put away the laundered clothes.
(for everyone, he guesses, but he'd chosen to only take Chris's)
(he'll go back for his later but he wanted her to see, wanted to make a point of it)
(that she's the most important)
It had just been that, but then-- but then Chris hadn't been in her room, and there had been certain items in the pile of clothes and, well.
Somehow it had ended up like this. Thomas sat on the edge of her bed, legs pressed together and a tent in the pencil skirt he'd taken from the pile. A bra, too, unnecessary as it is - that same lacy one that she'd worn when she'd first fucked him with the strap-on, when she'd come out with her skirt tented by the toy just like it is now by his cock.
(there had been matching panties for the bra, too, and right now they're stretched around his erection and soaked with precome)
(he'd sent her a code, so that she could access her room's camera feeds from her phone, and then he'd turned his phone off so that she has to come to him)
(he hasn't touched himself, not once, but he's dripping with sweat and every time he so much as shifts it's coupled with a whimper)
(please, he thinks to himself, begs in his mind that Chris won't choose to leave him like this for longer than he's already been, when it's been ten minutes since he even sent that message) ]
(for everyone, he guesses, but he'd chosen to only take Chris's)
(he'll go back for his later but he wanted her to see, wanted to make a point of it)
(that she's the most important)
It had just been that, but then-- but then Chris hadn't been in her room, and there had been certain items in the pile of clothes and, well.
Somehow it had ended up like this. Thomas sat on the edge of her bed, legs pressed together and a tent in the pencil skirt he'd taken from the pile. A bra, too, unnecessary as it is - that same lacy one that she'd worn when she'd first fucked him with the strap-on, when she'd come out with her skirt tented by the toy just like it is now by his cock.
(there had been matching panties for the bra, too, and right now they're stretched around his erection and soaked with precome)
(he'd sent her a code, so that she could access her room's camera feeds from her phone, and then he'd turned his phone off so that she has to come to him)
(he hasn't touched himself, not once, but he's dripping with sweat and every time he so much as shifts it's coupled with a whimper)
(please, he thinks to himself, begs in his mind that Chris won't choose to leave him like this for longer than he's already been, when it's been ten minutes since he even sent that message) ]
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[ It's a soft, breathless mantra as Thomas shivers and leans in close to her.
(the sweat is cooling on his skin now, leaving him sticky and cold, and the straps of the bra have slipped down, but Thomas feels)
(comfortable)
(even if, physically, he shouldn't be)
(he's comfortable with her)
(he can relax with her)
(stop fighting) ]
What do you want me to do, joou-sama...?
[ His voice is exhausted again, strained and breathless the way it always is after she makes him hang on the edge that way. ]
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She sits for a moment, contemplating the possibilities, and she's just about to open her mouth
but then there's a bang on the door and an announcement that would probably sound genuinely cheerful if it wasn't made in III's voice.
She's sitting up right away, smoothing out her clothes. This is not going as planned.
(Is there any worse time to be called to dinner?)]
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(but then Chris is moving away and he registers that)
(he lets out an irritable noise, opening his eyes and trying to bury his face in the pillows all in the same motion)
(he has to start fighting again, if the others want them) ]
That's not exactly what I had in mind to eat, Chris.
[ There's a switch in him, now that he's heard Michael's voice. Now that he's thought about seeing Byron.
(he's lost all the easy sincerity he gets with Chris)
(
she's not joou-sama to this side of him)(
not even nee-sama) ]no subject
For taking that ease away. For making Thomas change.
And when he's like this, the spell holding her in place is broken.
She slips out from underneath him, smooths her skirt out.]
You're not going to take the panties off, I hope you know.
[It doesn't exactly help her mood that she'll be heading downstairs frustrated. At least Thomas will share her pain.]
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And then Thomas snorts, reaching up to tug the bra off and reaching down toward the panties. ]
You think I'm going to wear these in front of daddy dearest, Chris?
You think wrong, if you do.
[ It's not a case of him being disobedient, not really.
(because this Thomas has never been obedient)
(this is the side of him that belongs to everyone but her)
(this is the front that he has to put up even for Chris, if he has a hope of keeping it up for the rest of the world) ]
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I suppose it's your choice.
[She smooths her skirt again, combs her hair through her bangs and stands up to walk towards the door with considerably more composure than she had a minute ago. She has to learn to put this on quickly, after all.
(there she is, Christina Arkwright, woman of the hour)
(heiress apparent)]
You can meet me at the table.
[And then she's off.]
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(he needs her)
(is this how she feels, watching him?)
(but he--)
(it's for her)
(if he could be himself, could be hers around everyone else--)
(he'd do it, in a heartbeat)
(as is, though)
He calls out. ]
Not sure I'm hungry. Tell daddy dearest I'm so sorry to miss him.
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(they'll get a little speech about it, though, as usual)
(about thomas, the middle child)
(thomas, who is made an example)
(she hopes he comes to the table.)
But she doesn't respond. She has to act like it's not her business, like she'll only go so far keeping Thomas in line. Like she's making concessions to her busy schedule, unfortunate but necessary.
She keeps walking.]