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WHO Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter), Eli Delacroix (

aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.

Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.

Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.

"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"

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There was an impatient tapping on the floor as Michelle waited, a habit she could never really train herself out of throughout her years of reinventing herself as a person. Thankfully, that fit her American self and it wasn't something she truly had to get rid of.

"If I was here to sell something, I would have stated my intention earlier, sobachka," she said, the vaguest ghost of annoyance showing through her words. Once she spoke, she reached out and placed a hand on his neck, completely ignoring the state of undress Shannon was in at the moment. "Now let me in so we don't have to do this in your doorway."

Shannon furrowed his brows when he realized who exactly it was on the other side. "Michelle?" he asked, trying to figure out what she was doing at his house completely unannounced. When her hand came to his neck in a very familiar motion, then things finally began to click into place. He didn't automatically bend his head, but it was a close thing. Since it was Michelle, though, he did step aside to let her in while trying to let her hand slide away.

"You don't have to do this," he said. "Rocha and Vasquez are overreacting and think they know what's going on." That they had called in Michelle of all people confused him. He just couldn't wrap his head around it, unsure of why she had even come at the officers' request.

She kept her hand on his neck even as she made her way inside, well aware of what he was trying to do.. While she wasn't Shannon's Dom, she was peerceptive enough to pick up on any physical cues that would reveal what he was trying to do and with the way he was now, it was even easier to do than normal. She was very aware of the fact that she had to be careful or she could mess things up even more than what had already occurred.

"Of course I have to do this. If I was in the same position as your dear kotik, he would do the same for my sub as well." Moving behind Shannon, she moved the hand on his neck up to his hair, petting it and lightly running her nails along his scalp, as she rested her head against his back and wrapping her other arm around his waist lightly. "The only thing that matters right now is taking care of you. Do you understand, sobachka?"

"Are you sure?" Shannon couldn't really stop her while she wound herself around, instead trying to hold himself away and keep from falling into the trap. "This doesn't seem... very appropria—" He stopped, unable to finish the word as she began to work her fingers through his hair. That was the best tool for getting him off track, but he was determined to try and get this out in some way. What would Eli say if Shannon submitted to someone else? He didn't want to mess things up again.

"Michelle," he tried to say. It was notably in vain because he was already leaning his head back into the gentle motion, one hand reaching back to rest around her wrist and the other finding the forearm at his waist. "This isn't... about me. Not about me."

"I'm positive." Her voice was calm as the arm around his waist tightened and threatened to pull them closer. She knew that Eli wouldn't have any problems with this, especially since Shannon was doing his best to fight against him. Part of her was proud of both of them for getting so close in such a short amount of time. They really were perfect for each other. "Do you know what he would be doing right now if he saw us like that? He would sit in front of us and watch." She reached down a little to play with the top of his boxers for a short moment. "Your boyfriend is quite the voyeur and would be very excited to see you submit to me for him."

For a moment, she didn't say anything, instead focusing on petting his hair in a way to manipulate him into moving his head back even more. When she finally did, it was in a thoughtful tone. "It is always about you, my sweet sobachka, even when it involves Eli. Especially when it involves him, I should say. Your happiness and health mean the world to him."

"Don't feed the ego," Shannon murmured, trying to insert humor where his control was disappearing. The hand in his hair was almost hypnotic and, dammit, he did trust Michelle. He had just never imagined they would end up in a position like this since getting together with Eli, had never considered to make some kind of separation or distinctions in their relationship. He wasn't sure what to do. Was Michelle right? Eli certainly did have a penchant for documenting what others did—it was how he made a living, after all—but would he really be okay, even encouraging, of what was happening?

He breathed deeply, looking to gather his wits and failing. "He... he doesn't need to worry," he said. His head was already tilting further while his body started to relax, only his abdomen tucking in at the hand near his boxers. Her calm tone and reasoning was calming him down, too, despite the fact that he still felt messed up, still felt like something was wrong and starting to twist up inside of him. "Don't wake him up."

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Her only response to that is a soft "uh huh" as she started to try nudging him into moving towards the couch. Standing up wasn't going to be a good thing once she got him distracted enough to start pulling him out of the drop. Unlike Eli, she wasn't taller than Shannon, though she was close to being just as strong as Eli was, so if he fell, the weight wasn't much of an issue, but instead the fact that he'd be almost unwieldy to carry around.

"I wasn't planning on waking him," she replied gently, her attention all on him and seeing how he was responding to her. Her hand at his waist moved slightly and stopped playing with his boxers as she focused more on holding him close while her other hand kept up the petting. "But when he awakens on his own, it would be for the best if you told him what we did in as much detail as you can manage. He will be disappointed that he missed this."

With the hand around her wrist loosening, Shannon allowed the nudging. It was a bit distracting to keep up the conversation when someone was petting his hair, and starting to walk just made it more difficult to keep his grip in the odd position. There was still clear reluctance in his movements, borne of both his apprehension and lack of focus, but he was obviously not about to shove her away.

"What did we do?" he asked. Paused for a moment. His tenses were out of whack when he was in the current moment and finding it hard to be anywhere else. "What... are we going to do? You going to do."

Directing Shannon towards the couch was easy enough and once they were only a few steps away, she moved around so that she was in front of him, both of her hands staying in a position relative to where they were previously, though moved towards the back or, in the case of the hand in Shannon's hair, in the front. His hair was starting to be a total mess from her petting and twisting her hand around in his hair, but she thought it was attractive on him. She could see why Eli was attracted to him.

"I am going to fix you," she said as she moved the hand in his hair so that a finger was trailing down the side of his face before moving to trace his jaw and then grab his chin lightly so that she could tilt it downwards towards her. "To do that, I need you to submit to me."

Thankfully, Shannon had not lost his place in the room and knew where they had stopped. When she brought herself around him, it was suddenly much harder to ignore the heat of her body, the light press of her clothes against his skin. It was right in his face where he could breathe in her scent and feel the rise and fall of her chest pressing against his in a fairly distracting manner. With his attention being directed down toward her, it was hard to try and keep fighting. Michelle was a friend, someone who wanted to help. She was soft and warm and hoped to keep him from falling apart.

"I don't know," he said helplessly. It was Eli who he had submitted to before, Eli who had managed to maintain their trust and wrest control from Shannon. He didn't know how to let someone else have his control rather than have it taken from him. It wasn't Michelle's fault that Shannon was unprepared, undereducated, not exactly certain on the stance of serving two masters. "Don't know if I can."

That was the whole point of her moving. She wanted him distracted by her and her body if that meant it was going to help her get Shannon into the right mindset for this. It wasn't as if she had any problems with using her body as a tool like this, especially if it was to help someone she considered family. As if to prove it, both hands went and grabbed Shannon's hands, moving them so that both of them rested on her hips, though slightly further back than what would be deemed appropriate.

"Yes, you can," she stated confidently. "I'm going to help you through this, sobachka." Both hands reached up to grab Shannon's hair firmly as she made him move his head down so that she could whisper into his ear. "Think as if Eli was here, if he walked in on us." With her powers, the air in the direction of the bedrooms made a soft gasp followed by a sharp exhale. "And he wanted us to keep going because he wants to see you like this. And he knows you would struggle, so he'd say Don't get caught up in the details. Just relax and submit to me. Even if you're with her, you're mine and no matter what you do, it'll be because I want you to do it." The last part is whispered with her powers, sounding very much like Eli. It may be a manipulation on her part, but like using her body before, if it helps Shannon, then she's perfectly happy with doing this.

That was confusing. Intellectually, Shannon was aware of Michelle's powers, but never before had he experienced them used nor had he expected to during something like this. His hands tightened around her waist, fingers curling anxiously until she mimicked Eli's voice. His guard had already been lowered despite his fight against it, and he found his resolve beginning to crumble underneath him at the surety and safety of the words in another voice, of Michelle's presence and the air of command she wore.

It wasn't Eli who said it. He knew that, and he knew it was all a trick, but all the rest of him seemed to agree with it. He would do nothing without thinking of Eli, give him no reason to think he was betrayed, let Michelle be nothing more than a proxy for Eli's own attentions. He would do Eli proud. Shifting his hands to wrap around Michelle's waist like she had been doing with him previous, he pulled her closer and tried to nod despite the hands holding his hair just shy of causing pain. "Okay," he murmured. "Okay. I can do that."

She didn't say anything in response, not wanting to distract him. Releasing her grip on his hair, she started up the hair petting once more as she turned her head up and kissed his jaw softly. One hand went down to his shoulder to direct him to sit down on the couch and she followed, moving with him to sit on his lap without having a gap between them while doing so.

All during this, she was focused on his responses, ready to change tactics if Shannon showed any sign of disapproval or distress at anything she did. Like she had said before, this was all about him and if she made one wrong move it could screw all of this up and make things so much more worse than they already were.

Shannon moved with the motion, head tilting to try and capitalize at the hand in his hair once again. He loved that feeling, the way that a trusted hand could inspire calm in him with such a simple gesture. While he sat down, he grunted and tried to turn his head, confused at the kisses being planted there. They felt good and wrong at the same time, leaving him looking to resist it more than simply accept it. He didn't want the warm, comforting presence to go anywhere and so his arms tightened possessively around her waist in tandem with trying to twist his neck away from her lips.

"No," he said quietly. Much as he was doing his best to behave and allow her the control for Eli's sake, that was too much. It was still Eli's and he didn't want it from her. Not yet, not when he was still turned around in his own mind. "Please... no."

Once she saw his reaction, she stopped with the kisses, not wanting to push him away. Resting her head on his shoulder, she moved her hand from there to curl around him in a loose hug. They could take a moment before she tried anything else, still petting his hair in an almost lazy manner as she watched him. She'd have to pull him in deeper before she could really do much, knowing that if she did otherwise that it would just push him away.

"I will stop," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. She wanted him calm and distracted from any sort of thoughts beyond what was going on between them. "Tell me what you want instead, sobachka."

When she stopped, Shannon breathed a quiet sigh of relief and let the tension begin to bleed out. This was all right. It wasn't much, it wasn't enough, but it was all right. That was a tough question, because Eli seemed to know what things to do that made him react. So far there had really only been one thing in specific that had carried between their scenes and Shannon didn't think he would mind trying that with Michelle. It was somewhere to start, and he wanted to at least give this a fair shot.

"Hold me," he requested. "Hold me down... tie me up. Something." He shook his head lightly. He needed something to scream secure. Whatever Michelle could do like that, maybe it would help keep him on a different track.

If Shannon wanted to be tied up, then Michelle would tie him up. She still had her light scarf around her neck and took it off, holding it in one hand while she pushed him back into the couch as much as she could. Then she grabbed his hands and placed them near his neck before she put the scarf around his neck like a loose collar and then used the ends of the scarf to bind his hands together and to the collar portion, not giving him much room to move his hands away.

"Is that better?" It was quick work with what she had on hand, but if this was something that Eli did, then he would have the tools needed somewhere around here, probably in the bedroom, and she could have used this. For now, this would have to do.

Shannon frowned thoughtfully when he felt the scarf coming to close around his neck. There was obvious confusion, and only some of it settled by the time Michelle was done. He tested the give of the scarf, then let himself sink further into the couch behind him. It wasn't anything permanent, but it did help. Curiously, his bound hands came up to feel at the rest of the scarf settled around his throat. That was new, and gave him enough incentive not to tug at the bindings too hard.

"Yes," he answered slowly. The scarf wasn't as sturdy as rope, but it was holding him much better than thin air did. "That's better."

Michelle wasn't worried about him getting loose from the scarf. It might not be an ideal restraint, but it was tied well enough that he wouldn't be pulling it loose. She could tell that specific setup was new to him and she couldn't help but smile. Eli hadn't gotten him to the collar stage yet and since that's the case, she'll have to keep Shannon tied up for Eli to see whenever he awakens.

For now though, both hands go into his hair and start massaging his scalp, wanting to overwhelm him with the sensation of it. Even though she was lacking in toys, she could make up for it by searching out Shannon's weak points and exploiting them. The best one seemed to be his hair, considering how often she sees Eli petting him and Shannon zoning out through it.

It was something of a well-known secret that Shannon's hair was his largest Achilles heel. Although they had done their best to hide it at first, once Eli had discovered what sort of reaction it inspired in Shannon, he had fallen into the habit of teasing his hair during calm moments whether in public or not. Not that Shannon really minded — the relationship itself wasn't anything to hide, and he liked Eli playing with his hair. Right now, it was somewhat different with Michelle's smaller hands and her nails lightly scraping along the way with the massage. It was a slow build but, with his hands bound up and losing focus, with Michelle on his lap and doing nothing except being a weight of reassurance, his mind began to slip.

Eventually his head dipped to the side, just enough to be something comfortable that he wouldn't have to support yet wouldn't tug on the scarf or complicate the binding. He wouldn't have minded sitting there like that for a while longer, letting thoughts trickle away and succumbing to the methodical motion.

It was why the first thing she went for was his hair. She wanted the quickest and most efficient way to get to him and that was it. Every so often in her massage, she would grab his hair and pull on it lightly, wanting to see the response it could elicit from him. She knew that electricity was something they played with, but she wanted to know if pain was part of their scene. The more she could do to simulate Eli, the better it would be for Shannon.

While her hands were busy with his hair, the rest of her body was pressed up against Shannon, taking in the heat his body gave off. Unlike Eli and Shannon, Michelle's Aspect meant that her body ran cooler than normal and it would definitely be a different sensation from Eli's body being close to Shannon's in the way Michelle was right now, ignoring the fact that she was already nearly the complete opposite from Eli just by virtue of being female.

Every time there was a tug at his hair, each as unexpected as the last, he would moan and tilt his head in the opposite direction. It was a slow enough motion so as to not jerk, and nothing in his demeanor said it was unwelcome. Whether they had actually gotten into the pain play or not (just barely, in a moment Shannon found difficult to remember right now), he definitely appreciated the sensation it gave him and the reminder for what Eli had already tried first.

Her body being so close meant that Shannon could practically catalog it without having to move an inch. He could feel the swell of her breasts on his chest, parts pressed to his bound wrists, her ribs pulsing underneath that with each breath and the bend of her legs around his thighs. It was impossible not to notice how beautifully she was built and it was also impossible to ignore how his body was reacting to it. He grunted and tried to shift his hips as if to encourage Michelle to move further away so that he could get a handle on himself. This wasn't how this was supposed to go.

So Shannon did like a bit of pain to go along with pleasure. Michelle was definitely going to keep that in mind for later. She kept up the tugging at random intervals in her massage, not wanting him to get a pattern and know when the next tug would be and ruin the fun of the surprise of it. Once she gets him into the proper mindset, she'll definitely have to do more.

It was obvious to Michelle that Shannon was getting aroused by this and that he didn't want to be. Instead of moving away, she pushed against him even more, trying to keep his hips from moving and making things even worse. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his, letting out a soft sigh. "Relax, I will not do anything to you that you don't want," she said calmly. "Do not panic over how your body is responding. It is normal in this situation. Trust me on this."

Being pinned down helped about as much as attempting to move his hips had, which was to say not at all. His wandering eyes shone through with some conflicted reluctance, especially noticeable with their proximity. Shannon breathed carefully to process the words and the meaning behind them, her ministrations and his own body distracting him from maintaining a proper focus. "Not for me," he said without much thought. He had never reacted this way with Eli for reasons obvious to the both of them, and the difference between Eli and Michelle were as night and day which made for some awkward implications.

He continued breathing, trying to let himself react naturally without focusing on what it was doing rather than how it felt to do so. It was difficult because he couldn't really get over the shame that even after months of being with Eli, he had yet to become aroused in any of their time together, and yet the first time Michelle came to him, here he was falling over himself. She just wanted to help him and to help Eli through this and Shannon couldn't even get his head sorted enough to hand his issues over. After a moment, he added, "Sorry."

"Not with Eli?" There was confusion in her voice, but it was obvious with what she said that she knew what Shannon meant. For a moment, her hands stilled before they went back to what they were doing. All of the Aspects thought that Eli and Shannon were having sex, but what he said definitely threw that out of the window for her. "Do you want it to happen with him?"

There was a moment where outside of her hands, she stayed still, lessening her breathing through her ability to help him out slightly. She wasn't going to move since they could get through this easily enough, even with the hint of the problems Shannon had. After a moment, she snorted softly at him. "Don't apologize, there is no need for it."

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