[OOM] Entertainment

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[note: from here]

Chase unlocks the door to a spare room above the bar. He can't believe he's doing this -- not really. After all, he's with a girl from some bar at the end of the universe.

Anything with Cameron -- no matter how twisted it may be -- suddenly seems normal, but he isn't complaining. Why should he? Sugar is attractive. Very

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Glancing around the room, she notes all the little things that are his and a small smile comes to her face. She's never really been in a man's room before but she welcomes all the changes of the modern world rather quickly.

Sugar looks at him. Waiting patiently.

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True, the room does look a lot like his room would in his apartment back where he's from. He's only used this room once or twice when he just didn't feel much like going home.

Chase turns to her, then, an easy smile on his face. "So," he says, approaching her. "Where were we?"

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She ran the tips of her fingers over the arm of a chair, just taking in everything around her; she turns her head when he approaches her, a smile immediately warming her features. "Kissing, I think it was." She said softly, placing her hand on his chest.

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"Right," he agrees, once more placing his hands on either side of her waist.

He leans forward and begins to kiss her lightly -- forehead, cheeks, then lips.

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Sugar is pleased when he leans in to kiss her, wrapping her arms around his neck again, holding herself close to him; the kiss on her forehead, her cheeks and then her lips was almost enough to make her bottom lip wibble - such attention in placing kisses was new to her, but most welcomed.

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He lets one hand linger along her waist, the other helping to bring her closer towards him, pressing at her back. All the while, he kisses her lips again, and again before directing his kisses along her jaw, moving towards her neck.

It's an oddly gentle action, one that may surprise Sugar. It is actually somewhat-surprising him.

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Very odd to the small strawberry blonde, men usually abused her the way they would never be able to abuse their wives or girlfriends. Sugar was a punching bag, an outlet for carnal lust, she even has a knife scar on her neck from such lust. And kissing, touching and closeness so tender like this made her heart float in her chest.

Sugar closed her eyes, chest heaving, a small whimpering leaving her mouth. Lovely. Just lovely. She could get used to this.

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He places another several kisses along her jawline, bringing his hand from her waist to her neck, just to give himself a little more direction and grasp, his fingers lightly dancing along her skin.

It is then that he feels the light scar-tissue, slightly puffy. He breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing a little heavily.

"Where'd you get this?" he asks.

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"Some fop that decided I wasn't enough." She responds, voice wavering from her own heavy breathing. Sugar remembered that night rather clearly, she was scared, so scared that she was going to die just because one man thought she wasn't enough for him, that she didn't `please` him. Needless to say she never saw him again.

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He thumbs at it gently, tracing the thin line. He presses his lips to the scar briefly.

"And you let him do it?" he asks, a little surprised.

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Sugar closed her eyes when he pressed his lips to it, it haunted to this day but she welcomed the flaw as a part of her own image, just as she welcomed her skin disorder. "I had no choice." She said softly, she was young and skinny as a rail, she had no strength in her to get him off.

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Ah. He'd taken notice of the slight dis-figuration of her skin -- it wasn't obvious by any means, but when you were this close to her, it was a little more noticeable.

He has to quell the doctor part of him, if only to stop analyzing and studying it, but it doesn't take away from her attractiveness nevertheless.

"I suppose not," he agrees.

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Sugar ran a hand across the back of his neck, her fingers playing with the little tuffs of dirty blonde hair there; she knew he noticed her disorder and easily let it go, that's what many men did and she was very thankful for it.

She kissed his cheek softly, brushing her thumb over where she kissed. Being so intimate with someone, so tender, was amazing.

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Part of him is curious to know what else she might have 'had no choice but to take' but he's a little distracted right now.

Chase brings his hand back to her waist, trailing his fingers up along her side -- just a little more daringly (teasingly) than before.

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The curious flicker in his eyes was apparent, everyone was curious about her life and what happened to her. "He pushed himself on me." She said as his hand trailed along her side. "I was fifteen then, if I remember correctly. I was thin as a rail and just screamed and screamed." She recalled. "Mum finally pulled him off of me." Sugar ran her hands through his hair, her eyes searching his eyes for clues, the look of his face as she told him this.

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"That's terrible," Chase responds, pulling back a bit, hand freezing for a moment.

"Fifteen, too..." Though he would never admit it, Chase has always had a particular fondness for the children and young patients he's had to take care of. No fifteen year old should have had to endure anything like that.

"And this is the same mother who got you into the business in the first place, huh?"