Reclaiming -HIS- kitten

[Lovely]

November 6, 2008
1pm
Veinna Estate


Jaime had ‘found out’ and she’d been angry, hurt really that he’d kept it from her for so long. All this time as they had flirted and danced and grew closer, finally consumating their relationship.. and her not knowing her dark man from the clubs was also the sexy phone guy, a computer consultant for her father's business, that she’d been talking with for months now. When she found out she got pissed and told him to stuff it, refusing to take his calls from either persona and not going out to the clubs they would usually meet at. Of course she was yet unaware of his hidden camera's and that he watched her every move when she was in her room at home. Jaime had no idea he could see her pain and how much she missed him.

Jaime's plan to avoid Tripp or Patrick.. or whatever else he might call himself was working out well at first but unfortunately he still had -work- to do at the estate. Daddy wanted that system up and running. She came down to the foyer where Tripp had been escorted..

He came to the estate at the senior Veinna‘s behest, with a few bags -his tools and equipment- that he would need for the job as well as items picked specially for the lovely blonde girl who entered the room. Business first and knowing she had been angry with him, he spoke directly and simply. “Okay... where am I going?”

Jaime coughed lightly at his question a scene flashing in her head at his words as she came out to help him bring in the bags, having no idea that he had surprises for her tucked into them as well. Her reply to his question was a quirk of her brow and a slight smirk. “Depends on what’s in the bags..”

He shook his head. “.... all in the 'equipment'…” He retorted, his tone starting to shift.

“just so you know.. I'm not talking to you..”

He chuckled and rose his hand, motioning for her to lead the way silently then...

She hefted a bag up to her shoulder and gave him a look, turning to go inside. "Where are you setting up first? I suppose you'll eventually have to get to my computer as well.. since I can’t access the office files either.."

"Oh.... words? I'm blessed," he teased, giving her a smirk. The more his own words fell out from his mouth, the more of his velvety slick tone floated darkly in the air. "I'd first have to ask whether you're -supposed- to access the office files... and don't get up in arms, lovely, it's part of the routine. That being said, I suppose the office itself is as good a place to start as any. If there are others in the house hooked to the network, I'll need to see those too. Other offices? Your or your brothers' rooms?"

She glared at him for his question anyway and led him down the hall towards her father's office. "Daddy says his computer.. so you can start there.. the boys haven't complained that theirs are not working.. so I guess it's just Daddy's and mine giving the trouble. If you want to start in Daddy's office, that way you are done before he needs to get in there." She shrugged and then 'snuck' a sideways glance at him.

She'd been in the gym working out when he'd arrived and they had called her down to meet him since everyone else was other places for the day. All off on their own tasks, errands, and entertainment, Jaime was just about the only one home besides a couple of the boys. Once the boys saw she was 'all set' with dealing with the guest, they had wandered off themselves. Jaime was dressed for a workout, knit shorts that barely touched her thigh and a tiny hugging tank top, her hair held back from her face and off her neck in a bouncy ponytail. Giving her ease of movement through her routine, she'd been into it already and her body wore a light sheen of moisture and her breath was coming in faster pants that told how she was 'cooling down' now that she'd stopped. Her chest rising and falling with each breath, under the tight stretching material. Using her hip she pushed the door to Daddy's office open. "First stop.. "

[Lovely]

He nodded politely though his eyes quickly shifted over her. In the club it had been skirts and dim lights, but in the brighter, natural light, he took the opportunity to briefly appreciate what that light shown of her. The shorts were as slight as her usual skirts but he could see her legs without the swarm of bodies to obstruct her now, or the taint of alcohol and any variety of his favorite 'extras' to shift the perspective. In natural light, she was natural beauty. It was only a quick glance, but it was hardly hidden as he slipped past her into the room beyond. "Thank you. Is there a main control for the electricity near here? If I need to get into actual wiring... better to be safe, yeah?"

She set the somewhat heavy bag to the floor, beside the desk, with surprising care, for being so mad at him she didn't take it out on his equipment. Which is exactly what many would expect her to do, she did have a volatile and nasty temper when riled. Her eyes cast over him and she smirked. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you.. let you get zapped?" Her tone held a glimmer of hope? as well as a bit of light came through in the teasing.

"You wouldn't want to do that," he teased in return, partly warning, his glance up at her showing what the natural light did to his gaze, highlighting the smoky depth of dangerous promises. He reached down to his bag to take out a ledger first, drawing out a simple sketch of the layout of the desk should he need to drastically shift things around. Most customers were highly particular with the placement of their things and he imagined the elder Veinna was no exception. "You might find the results entirely unlike what you'd expect." He'd had a run-in with electricity once and with his own gifts in use, the result was a curious enhancement he was certain she wouldn't want to indulge further, though other ideas of indulgence came to mind as she waited and observed, cooling down from her workout. "So have I been assigned your faithful companionship throughout my session of repairs or are you merely curious and concerned that I may actually satisfy your wish of electrocution?"

She chuckled, starting to come around the desk as if to him. "How do you know I won't like the unexpected?" Her smirk tipped a little more as she went around him and plopped down in Daddy's chair. "Sorry baby, I got the short straw today.. I do have better things to do than you." She didn't even notice the 'mistake' of her wording as she propped her feet on the corner of the desk. The weight of how they rested pulled her slender but strong legs into more taunt stems and gave a lovely view down the length to where the small shorts barely hid her. "But.." She smirked again. "If you want to make me feel better by letting me watch you get juiced.. I'll even get you a glass of water for that extra oomph." She puckered a kiss at him, leaning in the chair and watching him.

Been there, done that, he wanted to say, but merely gave her a less-amused smirk and turned back to get a book and a few discs from his bag. He had a few comments about short straws, and not-so-short ones, and giving her and her b*tchy attitude what he felt she deserved.. and what she could probably use to unwind the spring in her ass that was wound so tight for her to still be mad at him. The choice words weren't lost on him, either, and they played around the thoughts in the back of his mind as he glanced at the additional items he'd brought along for the 'job', digging around them and getting out what he needed for this job first. "Must be my lucky day," he quipped, meaning so much more than it seemed.

He rose up from the bag and his gaze stroked over the length of stem to ass with its tighter than tight spring leaning in the chair and teasing him on its own. The grin was one she'd recognize and not unlike the one that had earned her ire in the club, the desire to unwind her spring showing briefly in his eyes as he turned from looking at her lower half to looking at the computer set-up.

Her eyes caught the way he looked at her and she shifted her feet towards herself, still keeping them on the desk, lifting and tilting her ass towards him. He'd have to go around or over or under her to get to anything and she was well aware of this fact. His smile gave her pause and she felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks. Clearing her throat softly and brushing her hand over the back of her neck, she spoke with less bite in her voice. "If you have to.. " She was flustered a moment, she'd not expected his gaze or his smile to affect her like it did. "The wires and all.. just let me know if you need to have the breaker turned off.."

[Lovely]

"Hopefully it's not that f*cked up that I'll need to, pardon my saying so. Do you realize, over a third of the calls I get are simply machines that have been unplugged or a breaker that's been tripped?" He slid his hand gently under her ankles to shift her out of his way. If she didn't want to be touched, she could kick him, but he had his theory... that she'd probably punch him, too, but he shifted her anyway to check the cords behind the machine. His thumb took an erstwhile stroke up her calf as he looked back up at her eyes, acknowledging the change in her tone with a change in his own now. "Thank you, lovely," he said more softly, his eyes seeming to cloud and shift as if watching her through a haze of smoke.

She laughed and shook her head at his first comment, having a smart reply for it, but then her laugh was cut short as he touched her. She did not always do what people expected even if it was her usual nature to do so. She didn't hit or kick him, but relaxed her legs so he could move them out of the way. Her tongue came to wet her lips softly as he brushed his thumb over her calf, her eyes drifting to his hand and then back up to catch his gaze. It was as if she didn't breathe for a long moment as she was 'lost' in his eyes, her own shifting in hues from the dark angry green to the lighter, more sparkling color that was rarely seen. She blinked and shifted her bottom in the chair. "Am I in your way?" Her voice was much softer now, as her gaze cast over him. That she'd missed him in the short time since she'd gotten angry with him, was pretty clear in her expression.

He grinned gently, but his gaze stayed fixed as his thumb ran back down over her soft, smooth and slender calf. "Not in the slightest," he reassured, holding on a moment more before walking around her 'bridge' to set her feet back atop the desk with him on the other side. The color of her eyes swirled and enchanted him for the moment, having him seeing something he wasn't certain of, but he was curious just the same. "The moment you become a bother, I'll tell you. So you'll just have to try harder, yeah?"

She nodded, watching his every movement as he shifted her and moved around her. "Yeah.." She chuckled softly. "I assure you I can be quite irritating... infuriating, even." She puckered her lips at him and crinkled her nose up in a cute and playful, teasing expression. "If you want to drop some hints on what specifically I can do.. feel free." She sighed, lifting her gaze to the ceiling, damn it she had missed him, ached for his closeness when she was denying her urge to go to him. The first night after finding out, she'd come home in a fury, she'd shouted and kicked things around in her room. It was a good thing the walls had a sound barrier to them and that she had chosen to isolate herself in an empty wing of the house, hers being the only room used in that hall. Finally she'd gotten the majority of her anger expelled and had fallen to her pillows sobbing until she fell asleep. The next night, being a Saturday and they would normally have met up, she'd gotten dressed, to the max -a man killer outfit, but she'd never left her room. She ended up falling onto her bed again, in angry frustration at not being able to go out and pick up some other guy, just to show him she could replace him.. but the truth was, she didn't want to. A short time later she rolled to her back and toyed herself to three climaxes while thinking of him, and had even moaned out his name once. After that she took a shower and went back to bed for the night... and so it followed until now.

He'd turned enough that she might not see his smirk as he thought of the myriad of things she could specifically do to bother him delightedly, not the least of which was hovering nearby in her unshowered gleam. Though he wasn't feral, he knew the perfume he preferred and it wafted off her now like it did after a strong night on the dance floor, making it hard for him to concentrate on his work. He heard the sigh, such a soft sound that he'd rarely had the opportunity to hear except for curious pauses on the phone when he had to dream of what she might be doing at those moments to fill the silence. He was fully aware of what he'd been doing at those times, listening to her quiet breath between questions and quieter answers. He started humming (time on my side) , not thinking much of the tune at the moment but it was one that held subtle meaning from their conversations about waiting and not being able to... and now he was here, but not entirely for her.

She heard him begin to hum and couldn't help the smile that played on her lips as she recognized it, the smile broadened for the thought of what the song held in meaning for them and then at how her radio seemed to play it regularly when she was pleasuring herself.. how often did she think of him when doing so since they had met? She almost chuckled, nearly every time she was consciously thinking of him, she had to shift in the chair again, such thoughts already starting a earning sensation that she would need to take care of if she allowed it to go any further. She found herself softly singing the words as he hummed the tune. She watched him work, studying his movements and face.

[Lovely]

Patrick looked over his shoulder as she began to sing along and realized he'd been humming out loud. He didn't stop now that he was conscious of it. He caught the slight shift in her chair and her expression, the green of her eyes shining gently. He paused and nodded to the machine. "The OS seems fine. I'll need you to log in as yourself for now... see just how far I can get."

She blinked out of her reverie and nodded. "Right, of course.." She leaned forward in the chair, letting her legs come down so she could reach the keyboard and mouse. Her bare skin brushed against his shirt and rested along his arm as she typed in her username and password. "Hey look.. it's letting me in.. how nice.." Her face tilted to flash a pretty smile his way, her eyes still light and sparkling gently.

"Maybe she'll be nice and do the same for me, yeah?" He'd meant the machine, though the statement was open to interpretation. His eyes flickered gently as he watched her fingers and the sequence she typed, feeling her brush alongside him warmly, her 'perfume' filling his senses more. He could only hope that he'd seen the sequence correctly, but there was another chance or two yet. "Be comforted that it's not user error at least. The system starts up and the passwords are recognized, so you're not lost. It's something in the network. I might need that power off for a short while just to check the jacks and couplers... if it's not a bother, yeah?"

Her login music floated softly from the speakers, she was kind of a music gal and had her program set up to start a play list when she signed in. She nodded to his words, but her smile tipped and she started to sing along to the song that played. "Love do not make a sound.. melt into me now... two become one.. love lets make time stand still.. " She paused and glanced at him. "Let me know when so I log back off and all.." Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her eyes seeming to invite him into their depths.

Time stood still for a moment as he listened to her voice trill over the curiously random song choice. His gaze held fast. "Anytime you like," he nodded, seeing what he needed to as the desktop assortment and launch bar started to line up on her screen... slowly and seeming strained. "Whenever you're ready. I see one problem already."

Her hand slid to the mouse to click out of everything, her voice lifting again in another verse of the song. "U belong 2 me.. I fold your arms around me.. Let your flesh, your breath, your love, surround me.. Oh, u feel like home.." The boxes minimized into nothingness on the screen and she leaned back as everything shut down, still singing quietly even though the music faded away. She sighed out gently, rocking the chair back and forth slightly. "Waiting here or coming with? It's a dark hall and all never know what might come out at me.." She teased lightly, stretching as she rose from the chair.

He caught her arm as she stretched, gently holding her arm out to her side. "Jaime...," he started, then let go though his gaze did not. He wasn't sure if the office had its own cameras, though it likely did and he refrained from leaning into the kiss he wanted to put all over her. Time, he reminded himself, and being paid by the hour for his services, Scott Veinna would want only what he paid for and nothing else. He looked away, back to the monitor and let her go about shutting off the main power.

She held her breath when he spoke her name and held her arm, smiling a little sadly when he let go. Strangely she seemed to understand as she watched him turn to the monitor. "Maybe.." She whispered for his ears only. "We can talk later, no cameras in my room.. when you come to fix.." She bit her lip gently and moved to step away, another soft whisper as she brushed around him. "I've missed you."

Missed you, yeah?" He said, watching the machine and not her as he shut down the system and unplugged it. He reached for his bag for a battery pack as she walked on past, watching her hips sway as he bent down beside the desk. He said it as if asking permission to have missed her after her fury at realizing how close he'd been to her all this time... at the club and on the phone... and the seeing eyes and intently listening ears that could hear her soft sighs and moans now with every step she took, rubbing her spring against the tiny shorts as she left the room.

She didn't know yet that he'd been observing her in his absence, but he dug around in the bag to ensure he'd brought everything he needed to slowly educate her on exactly what she'd done to him in her absence and what he wanted to do to make up for the lost time.... time that might very well be on his side if her father and brothers were playing elsewhere for the afternoon.

"Yeah.." She answered him in a tiny voice that held volumes of emotion in it's soft utterance. She didn't linger, her breath pulling in deeply against the emotional and physical effects being near him had on her. Down the hall, she opened the panel which held the breakers and found the two for daddy's office, turning off the one that supplied power to his desk lamp, computer and other hardware.

She waited a moment before heading back to the office, composing herself a little, having felt the air hit the slight moisture between her legs as she'd walked. Just being close to him, had started her -not a lot, but enough to know his effect on her. Thank goodness he wasn't a feral, she thought, otherwise there would be no hiding her scent or her desire.

When she stepped back into the office, she avoided direct contact, pulling the chair away from the desk under the guise of giving him more room to move about. But she was still only a foot or so away, plenty close enough to talk quietly, admire and brush against 'accidentally' if one of them moved.