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Detention - 06/10

The Danger Shop, when students enter, looks like a somewhat rough part of an older part of a town. There were a few old cars around, one of which was noticably red - noticably mainly due to the fact that everything was in black and white - including the kids themselves ~~and if the Danger Shop can't do that, then *handwave* now it can~~ - save for a few splashes of color.

Becky was leaning against a wall, a piece of chalk in her hand. Miho was, naturally, nowhere to be found. And she wouldn't be, until she felt the need to be seen. On the wall, in suprisingly neat writing, read:

Alec
Joxer
Walter Dornez
Tyler Durden
Gwynn Hood
Pippi Longstocking
Jamie Madrox
Conner McKnight
Cameron Mitchell
M. Parker
Peter Parker
Peter Pevensie
Nadia Santos
Dawn Summers
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

She crossed names off as students filed in.

[OOC: Naturally, OCD is ~~coming~~ up, yay! Also, getting this up now as I? Have not made with the sleepination yet, and neither has Miho's player. Will be responding from about noon EST onwards.

ETA: ~~see availability in Rory's journal~~ back, and my cat is fine. :) Thank you everyone for thinking of me.]

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Nadia looked at Walter.

She'd told him next time he could lock her up. . . . but that would be out of character. So she kept quiet for the moment.

Walter picked up the cuffs and brought them over to Nadia.

Like a good servant. Yes.

Nadia was thinking very quickly. She sat down on one of the chaise lounges, looking sternly at Walter. "I said you would lock me up next time, and I meant it," she said cooly. "Do it."

Walter considered sending the crazy hooker a thank you card and some pie.

With years of training as a servant, none of this came very hard. He knelt next to Nadia and took one of her hands, carefully snapping the cuff around her wrist and checking to ensure that it wasn't too tight before taking her other hand.

"Did you wish in front of you or behind your back?" And what a perfect opportunity to kiss her wrist.

Decisions, decisions.

And good christ this was pretty damned hot. She tried not to think about it, though, since, um, hello, detention. . . .

"Behind my back." Because Walter had had to have his arms over his head and she wanted this to be a little bit fair.

"As you wish." Walter knelt up and took both her hands to put them behind Nadia's back. Not incidentally ending up in a position not unlike an embrace while he snapped the other cuff on.

"Was there anything else you wished?" he breathed with his mouth inches away from hers.

Because a butler of all people, knows that the servant really holds the power.

"The hooker gave you an assignment," Nadia said, ever so slightly breathlessly. "Get the things you think you will need for it."

Walter leaned a hair closer and smiled. "As you wish."

He may have slid his hands over her hips as he pulled away. Just keeping his balance, of course.

"Do you have any suggestions?" he asked as he started sorting through the room's contents. "I am not an expert locksmith."

None of the things she could see right away were small enough to fit into the locks. If the condoms were lubed, there might be some potential, there.

"I'll let you know when you're on the right track."

There were condoms of all brands and flavors? Lubed, unlubed, and even mint. Huh.

He pulled open the nightstand and couldn't help making a face at some of the contents. Technology had not left the sex industry behind, clearly.

He hit the button for one and snickered. It wasn't really lockpicking device, though, unless he was going to vibrate the cuffs off.

"Nothing yet."

Nadia shifted on the chaise lounge and crossed her legs. She was having fun just watching him search around.

"Keep looking, then."

Hm. Nadia already had a riding crop. That wasn't going to do the trick. There was quite a selection of massage oils and lubricants. Arthur was going to be so jealous if Walter ever told him about this, which he wouldn't.

He could probably cut a spring out of the bed, but that seemed almost like cheating.

Wait, back to the vibrating thingies. He pulled out one that looked both anatomically correct and incorrect because of the attached bunny. What would you do with the... ohhh...

Walter blushed furiously and unscrewed the battery compartment, pulling out the spring that held the batteries in place.

"This?"

Nadia blushed and bit her lip when she saw what he'd pulled the spring out of, but quickly composed herself, raising her eyebrow again. "That has . . . potential. . . ."

They could not get out of this detention fast enough.

Walter put the thing away, minus its spring, and went to kneel next to the chaise again.

"What is your wish now?" he asked, idly playing the spring between his fingers and smiling at her through the hair that fell across his face.

Nadia's arms twitched. She probably should have gone with hands in front of her.

"That's good. But you'll need to find something to use for tension,"

Tension, eh? Walter knelt up and put his arms around Nadia again. Just to put the spring in her hand, nothing else. Really. Any close personal proximity was purely an incidental side-effect.

"Your wish is my command." And his lips were so close to hers also as a purely incidental thing, since he stood up after a far too short a pause and started combing the room for something appropriate.

In a jewelry box he found a pair of earrings with fishhook-shaped wires and held those up for Nadia's approval.

Nadia let out the smallest whimper when he stood up to look again.

"Those will do."

The whimper would have earned a tremendous smirk, but a good servant didn't do that.

He returned with the earrings and took a place behind Nadia on the chaise. He might have been quite close to her, but she hadn't told him he could touch her, so the only thing touching her was his breath on the back of her neck when he asked, "Do you have any other instructions?"

Nadia curled and uncurled her fingers. "Um. No." She recrossed her legs. "I give you permission to, um, do as you see fit?"

This time Nadia couldn't see the smirk, but she would no doubt feel his lips brush the nape of her neck before he bent to try to pick his very first lock.

They might be there a while before he got the lock undone.

Nadia craned her neck trying to watch what he was doing.

Had he ever actually done this before?

"Take it slow. Feel the lock. Let it tell you what to do."

"That's very good advice for many things," Walter muttered at the lock, blowing his hair up out of his face.

He was definitely having more fun than he was probably supposed to, since this was supposed to be a punishment.

With more fiddling, taking it slow, and lock feeling, he finally heard that gratifying click.

"Good job," Nadia smiled. "Try the other one, now."

"As you wish." Walter got up to kneel in front of Nadia to let her put her hands in front of her.

Nothing like training through doing. It took a little less time to get the other cuff open and Walter rubbed Nadia's now bare wrist without being told to do so.

Nadia looked at him for a long moment, falling out of character.

"I didn't know you didn't pick locks," She tilted her head. "I might actually have to teach you that one."

If they could manage a spot of teaching without it turning into "lessons".

Detention - 06/10

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