Passing the Time [Salem]

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Daken stood up from the bench in the park that they had been sitting at for a few minutes. Due to the low hour of the morning, nobody had seen them doing what they were doing, a most lewd act that was illegal to do in public, but that did not stop them. It was done now, though, and he began walked off, sticking his hands casually in his pockets. He did not even bother to look back at Salem, knowing that she would follow beside him, but right now she was still in the phase of leash training in his eyes, and soon enough she would be completely domesticated and loyal. Calmly walking away with no emotion being noticeable on him, he spoke without raising his voice or turning his head, as if demanding that she stay close and alert enough to hear him. So far, he knew that she healed quite rapidly, knew how to seduce with the best of 'em, was a skilled artist, and spoke multiple languages. However, if he was going to keep her around, there had to be more that she had to offer. For now, the most useful skill for him would be a very basic one that was not too common these days.

"How skilled are you are sewing?"

[viviana]

She grabbed her purse and trash as they passed the bench and tossed the paper sack in a can along the way. Paying careful attention to him incase he decided to inform her of where he was taking her next. Instead, he asked a question that seemed random and very misplaced. She answered it either way, figuring it best not to ask.

"Very, why?"

She questioned, making sure to keep up with him, walking at his side. After that treatment, and knowing exactly what he was trying to do with her, most would have slapped him, called him a jerk, and walked off to never be seen again. She, was different.

His lack of any visible emotion, his over use of words like, 'obedient' and 'good,' the need to make her look pretty and convince her to be 'well behaved.' He was saying, without actually saying anything, 'You are mine' as one would do with a belonging, like an object or a new puppy. It was a form of abuse she was extremely familiar with, and oddly enjoyed.

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Daken continued walking at the same pace, not waiting for her at all, leaving her behind until she threw her trash away and caught up with him on her own. His hands remained in the pockets of his dress pants, calm and relaxed as he paced quickly away from the park. She answered him promptly and questioned why he wanted to know such a random question. He remained silent for a few more minutes, not acknowledging her at all until they had completely left the park and reached the sidewalk of the city. It was clear that he was actually heading somewhere, but he would not say where.

"Because it is one of the skills I never cared to pick up, but I need some work done. Would you mind?"

He asked, turning his head back to look back at her for a brief moment before looking forward again. It was strange that now he was actually asking, but he had his reasons for everything he did. He knew that she was the submissive type that needed someone to order her around to feel complete, but he also wanted her to know that, if only slightly, he might appreciate some things. Of course, and thanks would be saved until the job was done, and done perfectly. He was walking at a quick pace, heading in the direction of collection of large towers packed together in a small area. Though, such cluttered living and work space was far too common in this city, so they could have been going anywhere.

[viviana]

"Hmm, what's in it for me?"

She asked him jokingly, although she'd gladly take a reward should he offer one. She prolonged her answer till he answered her playful question. While she waited, she stared ahead to them into the area they were strolling toward. Where they headed to one of those buildings, or just passing through them on the way to something else?

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Daken smiled to himself as she joked about what was in it for her. He could tell that she was just playing around, but he turned his head to look at her as he walked, that smile still upon his face. His voice sounded much nicer now than it had previously, some hint of happiness being expressed. Was it just because he enjoyed her company? There was really no telling for sure. In a kind tone of honest offering, he responded to her after a few moments of pondering.

"What would you like in return?"

He asked, smiling playfully at her. He wanted to know what it was that she wanted in exchange for a little tailoring work. Would it be another little task, perhaps physical interaction, or maybe even something so big that the little threading work wouldn't even be worth it. Daken wouldn't think about it too much and would instead just wait for her to respond, his sensitive ears listening closely to the paced beating within her chest. When she did respond, he would know if she was telling the truth or lying about what she wanted, if it was anything at all. After another minute, he stopped in front of a large skyscraper, one of the more well known living suites for those that had enough money to throw away enough to cover three mortgages for a single leasing period. It was obvious that they had stopped here for a reason, but he would wait, not wanting to enter until she answered his question.

[viviana]

"Nothing much, don't worry. I'll be gentle."

She joked, but it was obvious that she did have something in mind. She glanced from his handsome smiling face, to the sky above them. Clouds had gathered, a dramatic scene of grey, wisps that the sun just barely peeked through. To the west, a tiny patch of blue still remained, but the up coming storm threatened to devour that in an instant.

She looked back to him, seeing that he'd stopped. Was this where they were headed? She eyed the building with a deep look of admiration. Those windows were huge! She couldn't even fathom what stood within those walls.

Deciding her request was worth it, even if it was answered with a lie.

"I want to know your secrets, Daken. The ones you dodged sharing with me at the park."

She answered, her voice happy and calm. To boot, she decided to playful mock him.

"Your secrets are safe with me..."

She said, copying the statement he'd said to her earlier.

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"Heh."

Daken muttered as she didn't answer his question, but hinted that she had something in mind that she would tell right now. He looked away from her and walked forward, nodding his head at the fancily dressed doorman. Obviously recognizing him, the man reached out his white gloved hand to open the large glass door, holding it open for him. His other hand was held out as if waiting for a tip as soon as Daken neared him. Daken glanced down at his hand, then softly spoke as he shook his head.

"Not this time."

He said, then walked in without giving any sort of compensation in cash. To anyone else, it would look as if he refused to tip someone who only made his money from tips. Obviously, the doorman was very use to getting tips from Daken, so when he refused this time, it likely made Daken look like an inconsiderate asshole to anyone else. However, the doorman looked more surprised than anything else, looking at Salem as his eyes widened. Though, it was not lust that he looked at her with, not even glancing at her body, but rather in shock, as if he was confused why he wasn't getting a tip and somehow it was her fault.

Daken walked inside to the massive lobby with granite tiled flooring and the most fancy help desk anyone outside of Trump towers would have ever seen. A large elevator was on each side of the room, and Daken took a left to head toward one of them. Another bellman was waiting there in the same uniform, pressing the elevator call button. Daken stood waiting for the elevator, knowing Salem would have plenty of time to come in and wait with him.

"Hello, sir. Have a nice evening planned?"

The man said, grinning devilishly as he glanced past Daken to lustfully admire Salem, his eyes practically molesting every inch of her body that he could see. Daken stayed silent for a moment, tilting his head back to look up at the meter above the elevator door to see which floor it was at.

"We will actually be out tonight."

"... Oh..."

The bellhop muttered in uncertainty at Daken's answer, blinking with confusion as he glanced at the woman. Same as before, no longer was it lust, but wondering what the deal was with her. Just shortly after, the elevator door opened and he stepped inside, pressing the button for the top floor as he held the door open. Daken stepped inside and would wait patiently for Salem to enter.

[viviana]

Salem hadn't expected him to answer right now, so when he ignored her and went ahead to the building, she wasn't surprised. However, she did find herself mildly shocked by the way he treated the guy at the door. Was he trying to impress her somehow, or was he just an ass? A soft sigh escaped her as he passed the doorman by. The man gave an accusing look, and she couldn't help but feel guilty for the actions of the man she'd came there with. This guilt, for the time being, distracted her from the awe she would have felt for the building.

She reached into her purse, snatching up a twenty she had out, planning to pay for her earlier meal with, and handed it to him as she passed by without a second glance. She sped up her pace to keep up with him, as he'd had the chance to get ahead of her. Her black heels clicked on the impressive floor, hinting at the picked up pace.

She was at his side again in seconds, the new man checking her out. Since she had removed the guilt, she was few to inspect the lobby she was in. It was a beautiful building, if just a bit too fancy for her liking.

While she scanned the room, she listened to the exchange the two men had. From it, she gathered he had the evening planned. What it was they were going to do, she had no earthly idea.

As they entered the lift, the first loud crack of thunder sounded outside. It seemed the storm was starting.

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As Salem entered the elevator, the bellman lowered his arm to let the door close, holding his hands together in front of himself, standing at attention. His previously friendly and chatty demeanor had vanished completely, and he just stood facing forward at the empty wall beside the door, but he was staring at the woman suspiciously from the corner of his eyes. Daken did not say a word, move an inch, or even look at either of them. He was waiting for the ride to be done with, because doing this every single day got old fast, especially when he lived at the very top of the tall tower. The ride took almost a full minute, but after about fifty 'dings' it would stop and the doors would open, the bellman's arm swinging out to hold the door open without missing a beat.

"There you are..."

He said with a voice filled with doubt and curiosity. It was as if everything was different and wrong today, as if they had a schedule and a routine and now it had all crumbled apart for some reason that nobody could even begin to grasp or understand in the slightest. Truth was, that was exactly what was going on. Daken just walked forward and exited the elevator without saying a word to the man, walking forward in the hallway until he stopped a door. Strangely, it was the only door there, which at first would make no sense for taking up an entire floor. Daken reached out for the handle and turned it, opening the door, unintentionally proving that it had been unlocked the entire time and he was not at all surprised by that. He knew it had been unlocked and expected it to be that way, which would seem like a frighteningly idiotic thing to do when he opened the door all the way and stepped inside, moving behind the door as he waited for her to entire. The first thing she would see would be the city, as the walls were nothing but windows from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. It lit up the entire living space, a space that took up the entire top floor of this entire building. It was "the" master suite, it was his alone, and it was unlocked for anyone to come and rummage through for easy riches whenever he was not home, yet he was oddly confident and comfortable with his reserved living space.

[viviana]

The ride up was silent, and she savored it while she could. Before the night was over, she suspected that he'd have her talking far too much. She kept an eye on the meter as it climbed, noting each time it dinged. Finally, it seemed they'd reached their destination and, the bellhop promptly announcing it and grabbing the door. Annoyance, all these people were annoying. She wasn't fond of having so many people wait on her hand and foot. She much preferred to do things on her own when ever she could. Perhaps it was her anti-social side that hated the idea of them all the most.

Instead of greeting the man in return, or even speaking to him at all, he stepped passed him and went on to the only door. It seemed out of place, his behavior with them, the way they'd reacted was proof enough of that. She followed behind him curious, catching that the door had been unlocked. It seemed foolish enough, but surely there was a good reason for that.

He pulled the door open for her, and she entered without any hesitation.

Once inside, her eyes grew wide. For a second, she felt as if she'd just stepped into a dream.

"Wow.."

She said, trailing off to go silent for a moment, then adding.

"You have to let me come back sometime and paint that view!"

She pleaded, taking it all in slowly. Another loud crack of thunder sounded, and the dark clouds poured with heavy rain.

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As soon as Salem walked inside of his suite, he pushed the door shut behind her, again not bothering to lock it and instead walked away. The entire place was outfitted with the best that money could buy, be it quality materials, fancy electronics, or top of the line appliances. Of course, everything in the entire suite was sparkling clean, as if nobody had ever even lived there, and the complete lack of any personal belongings or mementos made it look even more like that. There were no pictures of anyone, no unique decorations on the wall, not even any furniture that didn't look like it came with the place already.

"Make yourself at home. Paint whatever you want. Hell, do it on that annoying wall if you want."

Daken said as he gestured an arm toward the blocked area in the middle with noticeable annoyance. As he spoke he walked off to the right, passing a large kitchen in the corner as he unbuttoned his vest slowly, turning the corner. He would have vanished from her view, but she could easily see him if she paced in that direction, as the only walls in the entire place was the one rectangular area that held the hallway and elevators on the outside.

"I assume you aren't a fan of drinking?"

He said out loud enough to ensure she would hear, of course the makeup of the suite usually ensured that voices carried all the way around the circling area from one end to the other. He said it as if he already knew that she didn't like drinking, and it was not because she didn't seem like the type to partake in alcoholic beverages, but because he had seen her healing. Naturally, he assumed that if she healed anything like himself, it would also prevent her from ever getting drunk.

[viviana]

"Don't tempt me on that! I'd do it faster than you can imagine."

She said when he mentioned letting her paint the wall, if he were serious about that offer, she'd take him up on it in a heart beat. Of course, that would mean her being completely absorbed into painting for days, even weeks on end. Was he really sure he'd want such a thing?

She followed him to the kitchen and stopped there, not just because she had already grown accustomed to trailing him anyway, but because she was curious about what lay behind that big, beautiful blank canvas. She peeked in the direction he'd gone, and then inspected the kitchen. It struck her fancy. He asked if she drank, which she did not. His prediction was correct.

'No, thanks."

Her grey hues danced over the room around her, impressed beyond words. Being that the kitchen was so up to date and clean, she wondered if he ever used it at all.

"So, do you cook?"

She questioned curiously.

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"I do."

Daken said bluntly as she asked if he cooked. Truth was, he was an incredibly cook and had plenty of skill in the kitchen, it was just something he didn't really care too much about. For now, he would ignore her comments about painting, seeing as he had already offered it to her, so it was entirely up to her if she wanted to believe whether he meant it or not. Walking further down the long end of the suite, he pulled his vest off, then gently tugged at his buttoned-up shirt to remove it from his pants as it had been tucked in. He dropped the vest in a wicket basket that was currently empty other than his new addition to it. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, dropping it into the basket as well before he walked past a few meters and leaned down slightly.

A rather subtle squeaking would be heard as he walked back toward her, hunched over slightly as he was pushing a small metal table that was on wheels. Within a few seconds he was back to her, standing up as he left the table sitting beside her. Upon it was a sewing machine, as well as a plethora or yarns, needles, and everything else one might need for the job. The cloth laying across the table was not nearly as varied, however, being of only three different colors: brown, black, dark yellow, and a little bit of red; all of it the same material. There were also a few little metal pieces that looked like they had fallen off of something entirely unrelated. Buried under the fabric were a few photographs of a man in an outfit from multiple angles, which would allow one to see exactly how the outfit looked on all sides. The only three colors in the outfit were the same ones laying here, and the material looked to be the same as well. If one watched the news at all, they would likely recognize the infamous Wolverine; otherwise it would look like perverted photos of a circus freak.

"Is that within your range of talent?"

[viviana]

With such a blunt answer, she decided to leave it at that. Since he had told her to make herself at home, she kicked her heels off and placed them on the corner beside the door they'd came through. Then, she returned to the kitchen and began looking through the cabinets, noting where everything was. She found what she was looking for within seconds, a clear glass cup. She slipped it into an opening in the fridge and pressed it to the button, filling it with crushed ice and water.

She sipped it slowly, and leaned against the counter, staring off into the dramatic stormy sky that surrounded her thanks to the wall of windows.

She took her eyes off the view and turned her attention to the hallway which Daken had gone through, watching him get comfortable. She had felt his body earlier, so seeing it was quite nice now. Revealed to her, was a large tattoo which appealed to her greatly, though she had none herself. Such a massive piece must have cost a ton, but it was extremely beautiful. Her eyes, hungrily taking in each detail of him, lingered far longer than they should have on one spot more than any other...His stomach. It was, by far, her favorite part of the male form, and his was perfection.

Soon enough, he came back down the hall pushing the tools she would need for this project he had requested of her. It seemed he'd collected everything he needed for it, and had just been waiting on someone to create it. Peeking out from under the pile of cloth, she noticed what was, it seemed, supposed to be the finished product.

She picked up the pictures and looked them all over carefully. She wasn't one for much television, but she knew who the man was, who didn't? She studied each angle, though she knew the photos would be there for farther study when she actually made the outfit. Wasn't she even mildly curious as to why he wanted the outfit copied? Nope, not in the least. Surely he had good reason. She'd been looking for about a full minute, silently. She placed the pictures back on the table in a neat pile and nodded to him.

"Easily."

She answered confidently, knowing it was something she could do without trouble, that is, if she were given the correct measurements, of course.

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Daken had not noticed her staring at him, looking at the table and the other areas that he had been pacing around. However, he could smell in her exactly what she was thinking, but it was far too common so he did not acknowledge it. He was, after all, an incredibly good looking fellow and the woman, and men, loved staring at him. One got use to it after a while, and once so many decades of it had passed, you instinctively ignored it completely. As she looked it over, he remained silent, watching her, waiting to see if it was something she was capable of doing or not. A long minute was pass before she responded, letting him know that it apparently would not be difficult at all, which pleased him, though one wouldn't be able to tell by the complete lack of excitement upon his features.

"The sooner the better. Though if you feel the need to relax first before hand, be my guest. Or if there is anything you need to situate your stay more comfortably while you do that, just let me know."

He said, letting her know that he clearly wanted this done as soon as possible, but seeing as this was a favor, he wasn't going to force her. He did not want a poorly done job. No, for this, it had to be perfect, so he would be forced to wait until she wanted to do it and was relaxed enough to do so without any mistakes. He then remembered something that she had been wanting to know, and figured it would be even better to work his request in with hers. His voice sounded serious, sincere, honest, letting her know that he was promising her this deal, and with no sudden change in rational thought, she wouldn't have to worry about him forcing her to believe his sincerity.

"That outfit is for an event that I was hoping to go to tonight. I guarantee all of the secrets you are curious about will be exposed then."