rain, rain, go away

[memety]

the caught in the rain meme

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm with an endless downpour. Time to quickly find cover! Nothing much to do but to wait it out. Where is the rain happening? How are you coping? Why are you out when it hits?

RULES
• Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom.
• RNG for a number between 1-10 to get your scenario. Mix and match!
• Have fun!

SCENARIOS
i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND | Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK | Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT | Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 BEACH | Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 FOREST | Mud, bugs and all the rambler's paths are washed away so you don't know how to get out.
006 SKY | On a plane? A pegasus? You were there when the first drop fell.
007 EMPTY CITY | Maybe it was a zombie apocalypse or WW3. It's safer outside when all the nasties take refuge indoors.
008 AT SEA | Nothing is worse than an unexpected freak storm here. Except sea monsters.
009 TEMPLE | It's beautiful, but leaky.
010 WILD CARD | Your call.

ii HOW:
001 TREE | Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA | Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER | Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck.
004 SHIRT | Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 MAGIC | Wave that wand or chant a spell.
006 CARDBOARD | Out of a dumpster. Nice.
007 LEAVES | Not under a tree: just one really huge leaf.
008 CAVE | Not very deep, but it keeps off the worst.
009 NONE | You don't need cover, screw convention.
010 WILD CARD | Your call.

iii WHY:
001 REJECTED | Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING | For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY | Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS | Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER | WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO, RAIN.
006 ACCEPTANCE | You had to be here anyway, it wasn't a choice.
007 SCIENCE | Everyone else is inside but you've got work to do.
008 ACCIDENTAL | Lost track of time? Forgot your coat? Oops. Now you look like a wet rat.
009 KISSING | They kissed you. How are you supposed to leave them alone out here after that?
010 WILD CARD | Your call.

Comments

[secondly]

Mina's slightly more prepared for the next one, but even so she gives a short, sharp moan when she feels him move again a second time. He's still stroking her clit, in smooth wet circles counterpoint to his rough thrusts, and with how excited she already is her body is clenching up tightly around his cock in short, pulsing waves.

She tries to control her breathing, because she's very certain he's going to make her come this way, sooner rather than later.

"...I'm not sure," she sasses him, completely and utterly irreverent. "I think I need more of a demonstration..."

SORRY I HAD HOTMAIL AND WAS NOT GETTING NOTIFS. I almost lost this thread D:

[livebyacode]

He grins, starting a rhythm of sharp, hard, deep thrusts into her, one hand still stroking her, the other bracing him on the sink.

oh no!!!! /PUNTS HOTMAIL INTO THE SUN...

[secondly]

She arches her back as he sets his rhythm, each thrust so vigorous that it nearly knocks her off the sink, but his body against her back and his hand around the front of her stroking between her legs keeps her from pitching over. She can hear his quiet grunting breaths in her ear, and they only goad her on further; she wonders just how close he is himself, after all of this teasing. She's clenching around him so hard now that she's not going to hold out for much longer.

"Oh, god...please...more..."

[livebyacode]

He's close and when he comes, he'll be done. But he's fairly certain he can fuck her toes curled before he does. He thrusts harder and faster, one hand still stimulating her clit in time with his thrusts, the hand on the sink moving into her hair and clutching a handful of it to brace himself and hold her face close to his so she can feel his panted breaths on her cheek.

[secondly]

He'd be glad to know her toes are already curling, digging themselves into the bathmat rug beneath her feet as he fucks her steadily with an increasing pace - and between his fingers teasing her and his cock pistoning inside her, and his other hand seizing her hair and forcing her cheek to his mouth so she can hear and feel every gasp from his throat, Mina is all but done.

Her soft whines at every thrust become little shrieks as she feels her climax looming and with just a few more strokes of his hand and his cock she's there, muscles fluttering, cunt pulsing hard all around him. Trying to move her head in the shuddering throes of it proves to be too painful with his fistful of her hair tight in his hand - a pleasant sort of ache - so she holds herself steady and cries out loudly as she comes, letting him pant roughly against her cheek.

[livebyacode]

He keeps fucking her just as hard as she climaxes, coming himself a moment later with a hard, gasping breath against her face. When he shudders to a finish, he lets go of her hair, pulling out of her and grabbing some toilet paper to wipe himself off before tucking back into his jeans. He watches her, rumpled against the sink, with a satisfied smile.

"I must be very like him," he notes casually.

[secondly]

He pulls out more quickly than Mina would like, and there's a soft, breathless whine of complaint when he does. She was hoping for some gentleness after the come-down, in her post-orgasmic haze - some kisses, a few caresses, before they both strip down for the shower to clean off. Instead she cranes her neck to look at him quizzically when he speaks, his come leaking out of her in his haste to leave and dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

"...What?" she pants, confused. "Like who?"

[livebyacode]

"This 'Vlad' you keep going on about. Even when I was fucking you, you thought I was him. I must be very like him. Except for the part where he doesn't really do it for you sexually," he adds with a smirk.

[secondly]

She turns around completely now against the sink to face him, brushing her hair out of her face, and despite the fact that her skirt is still bunched around her waist and her panties are caught around her knees, she's so shocked by what he says that she doesn't move to cover herself.

"...What are you talking about," she asks carefully, her voice low but shaking slightly. "Vlad, this isn't funny. Stop playing around."

[livebyacode]

"I'm not playing, love. I'm not this Vlad. But the opportunity to find such a perfect double was too good to pass up, when you mistook me in the street. Of course, I had to test how perfect he was." He canted his head slightly. "I'd like to say 'not as perfect as you', or something else that charming, but the truth is, I've had better. You're a little... inexperienced for my tastes. Not that I don't enjoy breaking a woman in."

[secondly]

There's almost too much for her to take in - the fact that he says he's not who she thinks he is, that he used her in such a way, that he has the nerve to tell her that not only is she a sexual disappointment but that he also enjoys training a woman the way one would an undisciplined horse.

And it sinks in that she knows he's right; his accent is different than Vlad's, she notes now that he's saying more than a few words and speaking in more than a sensuous, gruff whisper - it's more cockneyed, less eastern European. The timber of his voice is all wrong, the way his mouth moves when he pronounces certain words is all wrong, and they're not things she would have noticed immediately.

Especially if he's deceptive by nature, and a consummate actor.

Mina has a moment of pure fear and weakness where her lip trembles and her eyes glaze over with tears, but stubbornly she refuses to let them well up and fall and she straightens her spine, refusing to hide from him despite her clothes being askew and the fact that he can still see virtually everything.

"...If," she starts, uncertainly but her voice slowly gaining an edge, "you're not Vlad...then who the hell are you."

[livebyacode]

"I'm a bad man who does bad things and having a distraction for the law enforcement types would be handy. When are we expecting your incredibly handsome paramour back?" he asks.

...he is such a bastard XD

[secondly]

"...That doesn't answer my question." She's still reeling from the fact that he's not Vlad, that he's not the man she loves, and that she's just been - literally and figuratively - fucked by a total stranger.

She closes her thighs, tugs her skirt down over her hips, and crosses her arms in front of the halves of her torn blouse. "And what makes you think he won't kill you outright, when he finds out what you've done to me?"

[livebyacode]

"Love, I only need him to exist." He steps closer. "What makes you think I won't kill you, if I feel like you've become more trouble than a pretty fuck toy is worth?"

[secondly]

The threat has Mina backing up once more against the edge of the sink, eyes side with fear. She knows so little of him, but she knows enough now to know he's being deadly serious.

"I can't be worth much to begin with, if you say you've had better," she argues pointedly, and her voice drops to a whisper as her lip trembles once more. "Why me?"

[livebyacode]

"You know why. Convenience. You thought I was him. I had to wonder why. I collect things that are useful to me."

[secondly]

Collect things. As though she's a prize to sit on his shelf.

"...I won't help you," she asserts, blonde brows knit together in a frown. "Find someone else to be useful to you."

And then, mustering her courage further, she hisses, "Now get out, before I call the police."

[livebyacode]

"You've served your purpose, love. I don't need you anymore." He took another step closer. "But feel free to try reaching the phone if you think you can get out of this room without me snapping your neck like a twig."

[secondly]

He takes another step closer, and there's nowhere for Mina to go - she's already wedged against the sink again, and even though her nudity is covered, the ripped lace that served as her underwear is still dangling about her knees. She steps carefully out of the ruin of them as she contemplates making a run past him for her phone, left on the console table of the entryway of her flat.

"...You don't sound as though your mind is made up about me after all," she challenges him quietly, trying to think as fast as she can on her feet. "Am I useful to you, or have I outlived my purpose?"

[livebyacode]

"I don't need you anymore, but you're not a threat. Please. Change that," he tells her calmly. He lifts his hand to slide it along her jaw to her throat, stroking it lightly. "I was planning on letting you go once I know who he is. Should I still? Or should I discover him by watching him find your corpse broken on the floor of your toilet?"

[secondly]

His hand caresses her cheek, and it's an unexpected move of tenderness; Mina is momentarily entranced, even as the hand slips down to then span her throat. She's aware of just how large his hands are, this way - he really could snap her neck like this with minimal effort, if he so chooses.

...Another unexpected realization is that she finds she likes his hand there, likes his nearness despite the threats - and it occurs to her that he could have killed her at several different points in their encounter already, and he'd chosen not to - and that she likes the fact that he could apply pressure and slowly cut off her air little by little, in a way that could be even pleasurable in the right context.

I must be depraved, she thinks to herself somewhat despondently.

...But, if she can distract him...

She lowers her voice, enough to let a trace of huskiness through. "Letting me go, so that you can come back and fuck me whenever you feel like it, you mean?"

[livebyacode]

"What would be the fun in that, now that you know who I am?" Shaw counters.

[secondly]

"Oh, I'm sure you would find enjoyment in it, somehow," she retorts, her voice tinged with an acidic edge even as she manages to sound provocative.

He's still in her personal space, standing over her with his hand spanning her delicate throat, so to try to distract him further she lets her palm brush down against the front of his jeans and end with lightly cradling him in her cupped hand.

Mixed messages to be sure, as she'd hissed at him to leave not a moment earlier, but she hopes she can be convincing regardless.

[livebyacode]

He laughs, then gives her a rough shove against the sink before turning to walk away. He can station someone to watch the flat. To take surveillance. To follow this double and see where he goes.

And the girl? At this point, not even worth the trouble of killing. Besides. She's the unwitting bait. He doubts this gentleman she's accustomed to would stay away, even if she warned him to.