A Life of SIN

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

That file.

They had glanced at it once or twice, but truthfully it had not really interested either of them. That was simply because they had seen opportunity elsewhere. The club had presented something new for them, a new idea, a new life, a new way of doing things. They had seized the initiative and temporarily forgotten about the things they could have done. Now though, as his love brought the thought back to the forefront of his mind Thirty Seven, no Slevin Thawne, couldn't help but have his interest piqued.

"Perhaps." He mused with another kiss. "I supposed Miss Nira will have left some goodies for us to follow."

"She always did care so much after all." His tone was filled with half bile, half mocking. The dead woman could not hurt them anymore, but Slevin couldn't help but still be rather bitter towards her. The harpy had tortured them for most of their lives, death had been too good for her.

Perhaps he would visit her family.

 

[Noire]

@Subject 39

“Shall we go then... Slevin?” Natalia would suggest with a provocative roll of her tongue. There was one single area within all of SIN that was theirs, and theirs alone. It was their room, their sanctuary. Spartan in decoration, it boasted no windows, just a singular lamp to illuminate the dark.

No one else ever crossed the threshold other than Thirty-Seven and Thirty-Nine.

It didn’t need to be said aloud, it was an understanding. This was theirs. Oh they enjoyed their little bouts in the basement, but no one ever came into their room. Any sapitant daring to cross that line would find Slevin’s cold, calculated fury and a painful death at that.

Only one had tried. The public spectacle that left the half naked man splattered with blood and a dark savage glint in his blue eyes left little wonder that he would eagerly do the same again.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

"I suppose." He mused out loud. "I do have some other things to take care of there."

His hand sailed around her, his fingers gently digging into her flesh.

Thirty Seven smiled at her, though there was something in his thoughts. SIN was theres, it belonged to them, it would grow with them, and it would become something recognized. He was sure of that and he would never show a hint of doubt in that regard. Yet he did not like the thought of Nira, any part of Nira, interfering with her plans. Of course taking advantage of her files didn't mean that she would blend in, but it was a subtle bit of control that he simply did not like.

They had to exploit, not take.

Taking would be letting her in, that would be wrong. They had to use, twist, and change.

It was the only way he would allow it.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]

It was the slight flex along his jaw. The subtle tension at the corners of his eyes. He was concerned. She and he had been together for so long, had been through so much, were similar that while neither was touched by the Force, there was an innate tell.

Her fingers would reach to cup his chin. "Nira won't sully what we've done." she promised him. "Nor will she build it."

That was she and he. It was much as how they had used the information on Nira's data terminal to find their way out of the laboratory. She slowly come to her feet, her black dress a shift of fabric whispering against her bare skin.

"Just you and me."