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Authors: Adair Rymer
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about this for a long time. “If the scalpel is discarded after the cancer is removed, then so be it.”
“What about me?” I asked weakly. That glorious moment when he defied his whole club felt tarnished now. Had he said 'Nay' because he chose me over them, or had he done it because he chose the old Steel Veins over the new? The way Remy described it did make it sound like a better club. More honorable. I could recognize how noble it was, regardless, but a part of me still felt betrayed. I selfishly wanted that moment all to myself.
He saw the budding sadness weigh heavily on my features and raised my chin. Then he kissed me. His lips were full to bursting with passion, born not of lusty attraction but of something infinitely deeper. The way his mouth worked and his hands held me... In his embrace, I truly understood how much he cared for me. It didn't have to be me or the Veins. It could be both. I think I had a new favorite moment.
“You gave me the strength to be the scalpel. To make a change,” he said finally, pulling away. “If you weren't worth saving, apathy and self-destruction would have eventually consumed me. As long as I have you, I have a reason to fight for them.”
His words warmed me to the core. As beautiful as both metaphors were, I couldn't find the strength to tell him.
My grandfather's cancer went into remission, but eventually... it came back and killed him.
* * * * *
P ulling into the Santa Fe Plaza, we ate and shopped almost like normal people. Given everything we'd just been through and whatever was going to happen tonight, the Time-Out to do regular stuff was a little surreal.
We both bought underclothes and a new outfit. He wore a black pair of jeans, grey shirt with a black button-up as was customary fashion for him. He told me to buy a purse, makeup, and to keep the clothes light. So I did, and I also picked up a pair of denim shorts, a printed T-shirt and a summer jacket as well.
I browsed Spencer's Gifts for my stripper outfit. A green, plaid schoolgirl skirt with a short sleeve top that tied in the middle between my breasts. A white bra and thong. I even found a little matching tie. The whole outfit was super cute. Remy waited outside, he thought the store was ridiculous.
I found a pair of black heels at another store, they would work. Remy picked up a pack of cigarettes, a few sundries and a bag to put them in. Then he bought us memberships to the mall gym for the showers. I still had old blood under my nails. Remy needed to clean his various cuts as well.
It's amazing, the regenerative power of warm water, soap, and a razor. I was getting too bristly for my liking. I felt female again. It was wonderful. Waiting for him to come out, I propped myself on the railing just outside of the gym and watched people pass by. I couldn't imagine going back to that idleness. Aimlessly spending an afternoon browsing useless shit.
“She looks nice.” Remy snuck up behind and wrapped an arm around me. I felt his chin stubble graze the nape of my neck. He breathed me in. “Mmmm. She smells nice.”
I turned to face him. Those dark eyes consumed me. Clean and rested he could've passed for a model.
“But how does she taste?” He slid a hand up my spine, through my scalp and jerked my head back. His warm tongue licked across my throat. I gasped, thrilled when I felt his teeth slowly clamp down.
“There are children here for God's sake!” An elderly woman barked at us.
Remy's eyes narrowed at the woman. He slid that hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass enough to get me to squeak in shock.
“You want some too, old lady?” Remy asked. The woman scoffed and went off in a huff. Oh, I loved it. Remy was my kind of evil. “Let's go somewhere there's no children,” he purred.
“Sounds fantastic.” My eyes closed, I nodded. “I hate the mall.”
When we arrived at Teasers I assembled my bag with the outfit and makeup.
“You ready for this?” Remy
“What about me?” I asked weakly. That glorious moment when he defied his whole club felt tarnished now. Had he said 'Nay' because he chose me over them, or had he done it because he chose the old Steel Veins over the new? The way Remy described it did make it sound like a better club. More honorable. I could recognize how noble it was, regardless, but a part of me still felt betrayed. I selfishly wanted that moment all to myself.
He saw the budding sadness weigh heavily on my features and raised my chin. Then he kissed me. His lips were full to bursting with passion, born not of lusty attraction but of something infinitely deeper. The way his mouth worked and his hands held me... In his embrace, I truly understood how much he cared for me. It didn't have to be me or the Veins. It could be both. I think I had a new favorite moment.
“You gave me the strength to be the scalpel. To make a change,” he said finally, pulling away. “If you weren't worth saving, apathy and self-destruction would have eventually consumed me. As long as I have you, I have a reason to fight for them.”
His words warmed me to the core. As beautiful as both metaphors were, I couldn't find the strength to tell him.
My grandfather's cancer went into remission, but eventually... it came back and killed him.
* * * * *
P ulling into the Santa Fe Plaza, we ate and shopped almost like normal people. Given everything we'd just been through and whatever was going to happen tonight, the Time-Out to do regular stuff was a little surreal.
We both bought underclothes and a new outfit. He wore a black pair of jeans, grey shirt with a black button-up as was customary fashion for him. He told me to buy a purse, makeup, and to keep the clothes light. So I did, and I also picked up a pair of denim shorts, a printed T-shirt and a summer jacket as well.
I browsed Spencer's Gifts for my stripper outfit. A green, plaid schoolgirl skirt with a short sleeve top that tied in the middle between my breasts. A white bra and thong. I even found a little matching tie. The whole outfit was super cute. Remy waited outside, he thought the store was ridiculous.
I found a pair of black heels at another store, they would work. Remy picked up a pack of cigarettes, a few sundries and a bag to put them in. Then he bought us memberships to the mall gym for the showers. I still had old blood under my nails. Remy needed to clean his various cuts as well.
It's amazing, the regenerative power of warm water, soap, and a razor. I was getting too bristly for my liking. I felt female again. It was wonderful. Waiting for him to come out, I propped myself on the railing just outside of the gym and watched people pass by. I couldn't imagine going back to that idleness. Aimlessly spending an afternoon browsing useless shit.
“She looks nice.” Remy snuck up behind and wrapped an arm around me. I felt his chin stubble graze the nape of my neck. He breathed me in. “Mmmm. She smells nice.”
I turned to face him. Those dark eyes consumed me. Clean and rested he could've passed for a model.
“But how does she taste?” He slid a hand up my spine, through my scalp and jerked my head back. His warm tongue licked across my throat. I gasped, thrilled when I felt his teeth slowly clamp down.
“There are children here for God's sake!” An elderly woman barked at us.
Remy's eyes narrowed at the woman. He slid that hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass enough to get me to squeak in shock.
“You want some too, old lady?” Remy asked. The woman scoffed and went off in a huff. Oh, I loved it. Remy was my kind of evil. “Let's go somewhere there's no children,” he purred.
“Sounds fantastic.” My eyes closed, I nodded. “I hate the mall.”
When we arrived at Teasers I assembled my bag with the outfit and makeup.
“You ready for this?” Remy
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