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I can't keep my hands off of you

In most cultures, sex is a hallowed, intimate act that is supposed to be kept between two individuals in a private setting, not for the eyes of interlopers. But even outside of that, there are reason you'd want to keep you sexual activities a secret: your age, the fact that one or both of you are committed to others, your orientation not being common knowledge, the relationship itself being taboo or forbidden in some way, or the place you're having intercourse being one that is NOT suited for that sort of activity...like a public spot or a friend's home.

Despite better judgement and in spite of all the danger, though, today you're having sex in a place or in a scenario where their is a high risk of being caught.

HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Others will comment to you.
- Why are your characters smutting it up? It's up to you, but here are some ideas:

+ They're so in love they can't keep their hands off of each other, no matter where they may be...or who may be around.
+ The random desire strikes.
+ This is the only chance to have sex they've got.
+ If they're cheating, perhaps there's a streak of cruelty to stick it to who they're cheating on by doing it so boldly.
+ One partner wants to potentially humiliate the other, OR torture an enemy who is close to/a significant other of their partner.
+ The danger of maybe being caught - or quite very likely being caught - is a thrill and a kink.

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[[Would prefer older characters (20s or above), as he's older than he looks]]

Edited 2016-09-03 19:11 (UTC)

[canon and cross canon welcome!]

It has been a while since the debacle at The Angelo and Cesare is over it. At least, that's what he tells himself. Nancy has made amends, Cooper is mostly off Cesare's radar and Cesare is rich enough and powerful enough that such slights really shouldn't be of his concern. Quite frankly, he's above such insults, but they are insults nonetheless.

So when he finally hires Nancy for the first time since the incident, he's all smiles (after all, everything is fine, right?), but deep down perhaps there's something fiercer underneath.

He takes her to the opera, figuring that it might be a nice surprise for her, a fun story that she can tell Cooper once she gets home, not that Cesare is thinking about that, of course, and he has her wait alone in the upper circle, with nothing but champagne and a few other spirits to accompany her. It's par for the course by now: champagne, vodka and scotch are practically part of the deal at this point when it comes to Cesare, that and absurd displays of wealth.

He makes his way up to her calmly, a small smile on his lips, eyes tracing over her.

"You're wearing the dress I got you," he says, as if it's a surprise.

Nancy often wonders why men like Cesare hire girls like her. He's attractive, he's rich, he doesn't need to spend money to get laid. Maybe it's because he can feed off of her, but with Harris' new regime, he can feed off of anyone. At any time. Between that, and the danger in the streets, and she's been having much less success in any business ventures then she'd prefer.

So really, she's not going to complain that Cesare likes to spend money for her. And on her, as evident by the dress he'd selected for her.

There's a glass of champagne in her hand, it may be her second, by the time Cesare arrives. As he looks at her, she shivers, but takes a step in to him. "Oh, this old thing?" She asks with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes that's either the alcohol or proof that she's teasing him.

For the record, she's also wearing lingerie, jewelry, and shoes he'd bought for her.

"Thank you," she tells him honestly, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "It fits perfectly, I love it."

To be honest, Cesare can sleep with or feed off almost anyone he wants, but that's not quite what he's looking for in Nancy. There's more to it than that. As soon as he pays someone, he has the opportunity to handle them, shape them based on what he personally wants. Nancy will wear what he wants, act how he wants and like what he wants. That level of control is addictive. That's why the night with Raymond Harris had been so problematic: Nancy hadn't acted as the well behaved girl he had crafted her into.

So perhaps that is in the back of his mind when she kisses him, a quiet nag in his subconscious that's wondering what type of girl she is tonight, whether she's Cesare's or someone else's. He wastes no time in turning her around, reaching an arm around her and sliding a hand up her skirt to find out. His fingers trace up her thigh in search of the stockings he bought her, dipping under the hem of the nylon, before moving up to her garter belt, then finally between her legs. Sometimes he gifts her a thong or a pair of french knickers. Tonight is not one of those occasions.

"And everything else? How does that fit?"

Tonight, she's Cesare's. She is his until she leaves, when her time becomes her own and she will crawl into bed with Cooper as though nothing has transpired at all. She keeps details of her work from him, for both their sakes. And for her clients' as well.

Nancy moves as he guides her, shivering under his touch as though he's the only person to touch her like this. It's practiced. His hands are cold, but she leans into them as he inspects her body below her dress. Yes, she's dressed exactly as he wanted her to.

"Perfectly," she tells him, because everything he buys her fits her like it was custom made for her. She tilts her hips just slightly at his touch so he knows he has that power over her tonight. She is his, as he's got her in his arms. Nancy leans against him.