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Imagine you're Kavalier's like,,, little house pet, but more freedom to move around. I think it's best he's like 3-4 years older than in the show. Maybe by then he'll have mentally developed a little bit and gotten his medication routine under control, and can actually socially sustain himself, but even that's rare. But dont get it twisted
Still possessive, still demanding, still asshole-ish
But anyway, imagine you live on the island with him. No job, free to move around so long as you stay out of the way when important things happen, keep your mouth shut about certain things like you'd even care, blah blah blah
He lets you have basically whatever you want, clothes, shoes, games, toys, makeup, furniture, you name it. Compared to how much be has you don't even make a dent in his pocket when you go on even your biggest shopping spree.
Seeing the way he behaves, I doubt sex would be a big thing with him. I imagine it's kind of like if you want it, he's the man in the relationship, all you have to do is ask and you can get anything you request. Although, if you don't want it, he will never pressure you or even bring it up.
Amd even if you were to wear a crazy skimpy outfit, he never points it out unless you want him to, and always looks you in the eye and carries on like everything is normal, cause to him it is. Idk he just doesn't strike me as a very sexual creature. ( I see him as incredibly annoying and twinkish, no offense.)
Day to day walk around the outdoor parts of the island and care to maybe the gardens, learning how to take care of the flowers and fruit trees so you don't just shop and rot your brain for the rest of your stay there. Anyone can spot you because you have your own personal style, all spent of Kavalier's dime while you indulge in horticulture little by little.
Shit I'm getting sidetracked. But ANYWAY, what if he comes back to his quarters after a day of who cares, sees you sitting cross-legged on his bed in just your underwear, with all shapes, sizes, and colors of like lip glosses or something just absolutely swamping you. To the point you can hardly see the bed
He trots over, kneeling down to your level while you look beyond deep in thought. "Whats all this?" You spread your hand over the selection in front of you. "Im trying to find a color for the party tonight and I don't know what to pick," you whine. His brows shoots up as he scans the plethora. At first he thought maybe you wanted off the bed, if you moved countless tubes would spill off everywhere.
"The one at that tiny little bar in New Siam?"
"Yeah, Joe invited me cause he likes it there and I wanna be nice. You don't exactly do that," you challenge, shooting him a look. He ignores it. "Well it depends on what you're wearing. And what makeup you're doing." It seems like you've caught him in a good spot today where his medication is actually agreeing with him.
"I'm just wearing black, and shoes I can walk in down there. I don't know if anyone will spill anything on my foot like last time." Kavalier rests his chin in his palm, "Well black goes with literally anything, hon. What do you need my input for?"
"I mean in the sense of like, what, glitter, frost, metallic, matte, what? I need a second opinion, this is serious." He looks at them a bit longer before asking, "what kind of jewelry do you plan on wearing? Whatever you have, pick a lip color that goes with it."
"I havent picked out jewelry either. "
He sighs out of his nose. "Is it the black backless outfit?"
You look at the ceiling thinking, pursing your lips," Yeah probably, I couldn't decide on anything else." He looks down, tracing his fingers over the tubes of product, hearing them clack as they turned over. "Wear some of that antique acrylic jewelry," he stood, your eyes following him, "I havent seen you wear it in a while. And whatever you pick for the lips should have a bit of glitter. Maybe a darker color around the edges. No pink."
A smile crept on your face as you watched him cross the room and plop down at his desk, propping his feet up. "The rest I'll leave up to you," he finished, not looking at you as he pressed a couple commands with his toe. You liked it when he gave the idea of control when it still kind of always up to you.
You immediately leaned over the side of the bed, pulling the wicker tote basket you had closer so you could visually eliminate the colors that didn't apply, swiping and dropping them inside with noisy clatter. You didn't notice him watching you, practically leaning his neck backward off the headrest of his swivel chair to silently observe your little quest take shape.
Although still several dozen you managed to narrow it down significantly. Now he was watching you contemplate, tongue between your teeth as your eyes darted between choices. Back and forth back and forth. When it started to take too long for his liking he added, "make sure it tastes good."
That's when your eyes lit up, and you snatched one up, tucking it into the waistband of your underwear and standing up on the bed with an exaggerated groan. He watched you step down, quickly disappearing into his bathroom. Gone for maybe a few seconds, he hears you shout, "Oh my god! Wait!" before rushing back out of the bathroom completely nude.
Bolting over to him you practically throw yourself into his lap, and he spreads his legs to get you better situated. "I forgot to tell you," you grinned," guess what I learned today." He huffs with a light smile, his hands coming up to anchor themselves on the fat on your hips while he studies the shine in your eyes. "I don't know, honey," he replies, his hands wandering up to your waist, giving the occasional squeeze that sends tingles down your spine, "what did you learn today?"
Whatever it was he was certain he already knew the little factoid floating somewhere in his mind, but for your sake he'd let you indulge in "teaching" him. It was just easier that way.
Twisting a lock of his hair in your pointer finger, you grin, "those apples you like so much," watching it spring back into its natural state when you let go, "they're part of the Rose family." He leaned into your hand, slotting his face into the crook of your neck, silently signaling you to continue fondling with his hair.
"Really?" he murmured with a light lilt, lips grazing your pulse point when he spoke, forcing a giggle out of you at its tickle. "Really," you answered, "and there's over 7,000 different kinds." When your hand wandered to lightly pull the hairs at the base of his skull it earned a pleased rumble from him. Your head tilts down, and your brows knit together.
"Are you even listening to me?" you demand, which he only responds to with a chuckle. "Anyway, most of them," you continue, rolling your eyes, "are grafted, not planted via seeds." With a hand under his chin you tilted his head up towards yours, finishing with, "To get the desired traits, you see." His eyes looked nothing short of glistening, and you lean down to lightly peck his lips.
"Yes, I do see," he said, squeezing your ass a tad harsh, "now, are you gonna start getting ready for that party? I believe I've done my part."
"Fine, whatever," you scoff, quickly easing off of his lap and heading back towards the bathroom. "Unless you want to shack up with me," you hear him laugh, "where you can humor me with your new findings all night!" When you start pulling on your outfit, looking at your reflection sparks an idea to poke the bear. Indulge in one of his good moods where he actually gives a shit- or at least acts like he gives a shit about what you're talking about while it lasts.
"You know, you don't have to listen to my fun facts if you don't want to," you shout, "maybe Joe will find them more interesting!" After you zip up you add when you start moving onto your hair, "maybe even Kirsh!"
"Kirsh would only listen to you because he has to. And as for Joe, he couldn't satisfy your needs of he tried, honey. He doesn't have the budget."
You bite back and absolutely wicked smile. "Just thought I'd make a suggestion," you mumble to yourself.
His next words carry a hint of permissive warning. "Whatever fun facts you throw their way, honey, just know I'll be watching."
Giving a few swipes of the color you picked out on your lips, you gave yourself one last once-over before leaving the room.
"I'm counting on it. I'll make sure to give you a show," you declare, stepping out of the bathroom and towards your closet. An extra room had been added just for your personal belongings, and you fished through your drawer for the earrings Kavalier told you to wear. You worked them onto your ears, moving to slip the matching bracelet on.
"Ah, see," he confirmed, swiveling in his chair, legs still spread when you stepped out. "I knew those would look best. As expected," he declares, letting silence settle as you stand, letting his eyes rove over your figure.
He pats his thigh. "Come here."
You come, taking your place back on his lap, smoothing a hand across his chest as he takes a breath. Palming at your hips once again, "give me a kiss." Not a request. You lean down, ready to give him another small peck when he startles you with a hard grip at the base of your skull. He wrenches a small noise out of you as he insistently sought his lips against yours, smooth and warm, but undoubtedly unkind. But you quickly adapted, your free arm snaking around his shoulders, reciprocating his roughness.
He bit your bottom lip with a certain cruelty, and you knew it was over the comment about Joe and Kirsh- putting on a show for Kavalier- as if he'd ever let you. It wasn't until you felt that familiar warmth in your belly and wetness at the apex of your thighs start to form when Kavalier finally let up. He pulled away, gloss smeared all over his lips and yet so smug at the way you looked so breathless.
He smiled, pleased, smoothing down a stray hair of yours, with a graze that mocked kindness. "See," he purred, his eyes over your parted panting mouth, "tastes good. You picked the right one." His hand sneaks around to the base of your throat, pulling you in for another kiss, and you mentally kick yourself when you know it's to feel the way your heart beats like a caged rabbit.
The gloss. He wanted one that tasted good.
When he pulls away he spectates your state, cocks his head. "Now," he speaks, an unmistakable exactness in his tone, a severity in the way his other hand moves to your ass again, and both points force a strangled moan out of you when he squeezes.
"Are you going to behave yourself tonight?"
Screwing your eyes shut you croak out a, "Yes," feeling a shameful stickiness under your clothes. There's a kind of terrifying hollowness behind his eyes, the way he just looks at you, and it makes your hand move over his, gently pawing in a subdued request for him to let go, but he keeps waiting, and your brows knit together when he lowly presses above a whisper, "are you?"
Immediately you nod, and he quietly relishes the way you seem so quiet now compared to earlier, breathing out, "Kavalier, please." And that was all it took, his grip on your throat easing off ever so slow, the hot and cold rush of blood that drips down your chest is welcome, the warmth dripping down into your abdomen.
With a shaky breath, you go still, trying to process what just happened and ride out the rush of endorphins. He lets you for just a moment before he raises a brow. "Well," he scoffs, patting your thigh, "upsy-daisy. You have somewhere to be, don't you, now?" He says it like it's the most obvious thing and the world and that you're stupid to not be motivated to move. Like what just happened didn't happen.
'I'll have you escorted down," he says flippantly with a wave of his hand, "and I'll have one of the synthetics keep an eye on you for the night."
Nodding again, you slowly stumble off his lap, hating the way he watches you struggle to stand like a newborn animal. Sighing, you smooth your hands over your outfit, your mind storming with the fact of being watched by a babysitter all night while he turns his back to you in the chair, you doing the same and trudging off towards the door. Atoms emerges from- wherever it is that he waits dormant, ready to put in his credentials on the elevator when Kavalier's voice calls, and he stops.
Suppressing a sigh with a look of pure dread directed at the floor, you spin on your heel to see Kavalier approaching, and you fear what's coming next. "You forgot something," he said, dangling the necklace that went with your set from his pointer finger. "Silly goose." Just to get it over with, you hold out your hand, ready to take it and get the hell away from him when he snatches it out of reach. "No, no, allow me," a false display of chivalry crawling out of him like a parasite.
"But it doesn't go with my outfit," a weak attempt at leaving faster, "it looks better with nothing in the front."
He cocks his head at you, giving you an incredulous look. "Well, frankly, honey, I don't care. I want you to wear it. I'll flip it around to your back if it'll make you happy- but you're wearin' it."
Your pout, brows knitting together at his relentless need to have control- get the last word.
"Fine." You turn, giving him your back and feeling the freezing acrylic brush the middle of your spine before seeing his hands come underneath your chin to do the clasp. The immediate shadow of him looms over your right side, barely whispering, "No stunts tonight," pressing a chaste kiss to your pulse point, "and don't even think about taking this off." Another kiss. "Or I'll make sure the bed is the next place you stay for three days." Another kiss, and the feel of his palm on the small of your back, moving lower for another possessive squeeze at your ass. "Okay, honey?"
You hum weakly in response and he pulls away. As Atom opens the elevator and you both step inside, you try to think of what you keep your mind on that'll quickly elevate your mood before you meet up with Joe for your night out, and not the fact that you know Kavalier put a tracker and possibly even a bug in the pendant of your necklace.
Maybe some fun fact about planting mangoes or something will interest the both of you, and keep your brain satiated for the night, not having to think about your invisible cage.