Puppet In A Play

[Elise Sinclair]

She loved watching her work. There was something fascinating about how consumed she’d become with a project, new or old. Sticking to the shadows, keen eyes flicked over the busy form hunched over another mostly useless hunk of pre-plague machinery. Without a doubt it would be up and running by the time she was done with it. Those eyes dropped down to hands that moved with a certain amount of surety and deftness that made a familiar feeling’s presence known.

After a few moments of idle appraisal, she made her approach. With practiced ease she silenced the clack of her heels, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyways. Unless she threw something or shouted, the individual before her wouldn’t take any notice. Only a few steps more and she was already behind her, slim build pressing against toned. She was all hardness with a soft core, and that was exactly what proved to attract. She reveled in the feel as her hands slid around that waist.

“Busy as ever, I see.” She opened, chin resting on a strong shoulder. The sensation of a pulse underneath the contact drew her eyes to a closely located neck. The soft pressure of her fangs trying to come out reminded her of the other feeling growling away inside of her. For now she repressed it. She would get what she wanted in due time. “Don’t you ever take a break?” She asked instead, drawing those hungry eyes away from vulnerable skin. Trying to control herself was half the fun.

[Tess Walker]

Having such an intense case of tunnel vision was a bad thing, she knew. Out here where there weren’t any rules, getting caught off guard could prove deadly. Yet she couldn’t help but get drawn into her work like a moth was drawn to a flame. It had the potential to end in tragedy, but she did it anyways.

Her hands stripped the broken pieces from the car with the certainty of a professional. She’d done this so many times now, it was practically automatic. She moved like a machine herself; every action had its purpose and nothing extra was added. So focused on her task was she that the sense of another’s approaching presence didn’t register in her mind.

Only when a soft form pressed into her back and hands slipped around her did she know someone else was with her in the shop. Her gut reaction should have been to jerk away from the surprise embrace. Instead she froze, all movement grinding to a halt. There was only one person who would so easily touch her like this. The realization drew out a sensation only she seemed so capable of causing. She slowed her heart with controlled breaths and a decidedly forced ignorance of the contact between them.

“I have to work if I ever want to get paid.” She replied back with a steady tone. Her head was the only thing that could manage to move as she turned it to the side. Those eyes of hers always proved to be a trap. One she would try her best not to fall into this time. “What do you want?”