A Simply Visitor

{OOC: You are right, there is absolutely nothing between me and Poca *cough* <.< }


Sinbad looked at John, when he heard the door shut. His smile disappeared. The time was already up?
He looked at Odette.
"Well... It was fun while it lasted," he sighed. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Take care of yourself until we meet again," he whispered in her ear before he rose from the bed.
He walked over to John. "A new roommate, eh?" he said and faked a smile. So he wasn't even going back to Ariel. But he had seen Meg's grave and Odette. And for that he was thankful.
He took the key. Before he walked away, he looked back at Odette and gave her a little smile.

{OOC: You always have such a terrible timing. Are you doing it on purpose? <.< I was enjoying myself with Odette. So now I'm so depressed that I'll go to bed. But I'm looking forward to RPing with you tomorrow}

[OOC: Sinbad... you did that on purpose... you knew how excited I was and then you just left me... how could you? v.v]

John closed the door after Sinbad and walked over to Odette.
"Had fun, huh?" he said sarcastically.

'What do you think?' she said, just as sarcastically as she knelt on the bed. She glanced back at the blanket he had covered her up with earlier, which was now strewn on the bed not too far from her.

She sighed, staring at it for a moment before turning back to him, 'thank you .. for letting him see me,' she said with a smile.

"No problem," he said calmly.
Not that I would let it happen again.
"So what did you two lovebirds talk about?" he asked and sat down on the bed next to her.

'Lovebirds?' she repeated and couldn't help but laugh at the expression.

'Um .. a few things ..' she said quietly, rubbing her arm awkwardly. Was there any point in telling him what they talked about? Well .. she didn't have to tell him exactly what they talked about, '.. he comforted me when I was upset,' she said vaguely as she stared at the wall.

"Homesick?" he guessed.
He didn't know why he really cared, but talking to her was more fun than just being on his own.

'No ..' she shook her head slowly, 'I've never really had a permanent home to miss anyway ..' she stayed silent for a moment as she wondered why she was so tempted to tell him what had happened to her, 'I told him ..' she paused, she couldn't just tell him outright what she had told Sinbad .. that was hard enough for her to do. Even if she did say something, she knew John probably wouldn't even care, he'd say it was her own fault or something and he definitely wouldn't be nearly as comforting as Sinbad had been.

She started playing with her hair, trying to distract herself from the bad memories, 'you were there .. at the hospital ..' she said carefully, 'and you must be able to figure people out pretty well ..' she kept her face turned away from him as she asked, 'did you notice anything .. off about the doctor who treated me?'

"Oh, Odette," he said softly and pulled her head closer so he could kiss the back of her head before lying it on his chest.
"You've been through so much worse than that. You'll get through it, just wait and see."

She blushed, caught off guard when he pulled her towards him.

'Yeah, I guess ..' she said quietly as she leaned into his chest, 'I'm sure you have much worse things planned that will keep my mind off of what happened ..'

"You bet," he said and laughed before getting off the bed and picking her up into his arms carefully.
"You stink. Wanna take a shower?"

'Hey!' she said flustered, 'you know it's kind of hard to get to the bathroom on your own when you can barely sit up without feeling like you're being stabbed in the stomach .. again,' she said, pretending to be annoyed, 'but I guess, with a little help, I could stand to have one now.'

He looked at her stupidly for a moment.
"Why do you think I even bothered to lift you? Geez, you must be a natural blond," he said before carefully carrying her to the bathroom and sitting her down on the toilet seat before turning on the hot water in the shower.

As she sat there, she started to wonder what the other prisoners were doing and how they were holding up in the other rooms. The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt about being here with him.

'Is it really ok .. for me to be here?' she asked carefully as she watched him.

He put his hand under the running water, waiting for it to get to the right temperature, when she asked him.
"What?" he asked turning his head in her direction.
"You want to go back to another room?"

'No, that's not what I meant .. I like it in here, I really do .. it's just ..' she trailed off and turned away from him, 'I was just worried about the others ..'

"Worry about yourself," John said annoyed.
She was sitting there with a bloody hole in her stomach, and she was complaining about worrying about others.
He took his shoes, top and pants off, leaving nothing but his underwear and stepped into the shower and under the hot water. He reached out and grabbed Odette, gently lifting her into the shower with him.
He held her close, supporting her bodyweight so she could stand under the water with him.

She rested her hands against his chest, leaning against him as she felt the water fall against her skin.

'Do I need to worry about myself in here?' she asked as she looked up at him, her damp hair sticking to her face.

"I don't know. You tell me. You're the one with the hole in your stomach."
He talked to her as if she were a child, even then, when her naked body was so close to his. Even then when the water ran down their bodies, leaving wet trails and further making Odette irresistable, even then... he couldn't stop thinking of her as a child.

'My stomach?' she said and looked down, 'I haven't been as worried about that as I was at first .. I guess I've just had other things on my mind ..' she said quietly, absent-mindedly tracing small circles on his chest with her fingertips, '.. and I've had you to take care of me so, unless you're planning on doing anything else to me in here ..' she glanced up at him, 'I should have nothing to worry about, right?'

"Don't flatter yourself," he laughed, finding her honestly amusing.
"I brought you in her to get clean, nothing else," he smiled at her as if to re-assure her. But why would he feel the need to reassure her? He had no idea.

'Right .. of course,' she said with a small smile, 'so all I have to worry about is getting clean without suddenly losing my balance and slipping over,' she looked up and closed her eyes, smiling to herself as she felt the water run down her face. She opened one eye and looked at him as she playfully stuck her tongue out, 'sounds like fun.'

"Don't worry," he said and smiled gently at her, while he tightened his grip and brought her closer, leaning his face down towards her, hovering his lips above hers.
"I got you," he said softly, almost in a whisper.

She felt her heart skip a beat as he moved closer to her, 'promise you won't let go?' she whispered, he could probably feel her breath start to become quick and uneven but she didn't care.

He couldn't guarantee that. But as he was caught up in the moment, he didn't know what else to say.
"Never," he whispered and kissed her lips gently.

She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She still wasn't sure why she was doing this, but somehow it all just felt so .. right ..

He slid his leg out a little bit, sliding it in between Odette's thighs, not breaking the kiss even for air.

She tried to ignore the panicky feeling she got as she felt his leg move between her thighs. She didn't want to stop like she had before. Besides, she had to get over what had happened to her at the hospital at some point. She didn't want to let what he did make her feel weak and ashamed for a second longer. She moved her hands back down to his chest as she tried to regain some control over her fears.

Her body was trembling. Was she never going to get over it? She was a fucking prostitute, shouldn't she be used to it by now? He chose to ignore it anyway, he just wanted to have fun right now.
He broke the kiss for a second just to ask gently:
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

She shook her head slowly before smiling up at him, 'no, I'm fine ..' she said and reached up to kiss him again before pulling away slightly, 'you don't have to worry about me ..'

"One of us has to," he smiled and kissed her back while gently sliding a hand in between her legs, rubbing her innet thighs.

She smiled back, reaching up to whisper in his ear, 'then I'm glad it's you ..' she stopped, biting her lip softly as she felt his hand against her thigh.

[OOC: Look at us being all romantic and pervy at the same time xD Sorry, but I don't have a single romantic or pervy thought left in my body ATM, too tired xD So I'll reply tomorrow, when I have inspiration xD]

[ OOC: Only on here could you be both romantic and pervy at the same time xD Well we were all up pretty late last night so I'm not surprised Then I hope you get inspiration soon xD Unless you've just forgotten all about me x3 ]

He pulled her up and carried her to the wall, so she would be supported and close to him, while he could still let his hands wander along her body, feeling every inch of her, slowly.
He kissed her neck, sucking carefully on it, before moving away to look at her.
It seemed he had sucked on her neck a bit harder than he had originally planned, since the right side of her neck now had a huge hickey on it.

[OOC: Is that how you spell it? o.e Hickey? o.e]

[ OOC: *stares* I'm sure it is :3 Because I can't think of another way you could spell it xD ]

She moaned softly, leaning her head back as she felt his lips against her skin. When he stopped she turned to him, blushing when she noticed him staring at her neck.

'What's wrong?' she asked quickly as she moved her hand to cover up whatever he was looking at.

"You must have a really sensitive skin, 'cause that's the biggest hickey I've ever bloody seen," he laughed and gestured for the mirror for her to go look herself.

She kept her hand against her neck as she walked over to the mirror. She slowly slid her hand away, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw how big it really was.

'Wow ..' she said slowly, staring at it for a moment. She laughed suddenly and looked at him through the mirror, a playful smile on her face, '.. and how do you know you're not just really good at giving them?'

Cindy never got one... Megara only got a few small ones...
But he couldn't say that, could he?
"Let's just say, if I were, you'd see a lot of girls with hickeys around here," he laughed, knowing he was probably the only one in the room to find that amusing.

(OOC Is there a certain medical reason why Odette bruises so easily or was John just being to rough?)

'So ..' she said slowly, looking down as she started playing with her hair, '.. do you bring a lot of girls back here?' she asked innocently as she glanced up at his reflection in the mirror.

"Not really," he said and thought about it.
"Most of them just stay in the bedroom," he grinned.

[OOC: @Thrax: No idea, some people just bruise easily xD Like me, I get red marks just from wearing underwear O.o (They last, not like normal red marks xD)]

'Oh really?' she said and laughed a little.

She walked back to him, placing her hand on his chest as she tilted her head, exposing her neck even more as she looked up at him, 'is it really that noticeable?'

He looked at it for a while, cocking his head to the side to look as if he was thinking about it.
Suddenly he grinned. "Impossible to miss it."

'Well, I guess I should try and avoid letting you do it again ..' she whispered as she put her finger to his lips, 'you don't want the others asking too many questions about where I've been, do you?'

He smiled, though deep down he didn't like this side of her.
This was a prostitute. Not a person. And everything she said and did reflected that.
His smile quickly disappeared and he left the bathroom, walking into the bedroom.

She frowned as she watched him walk away, 'what's wrong?' she asked as she followed him, placing her hands on his shoulders comfortingly.

"This isn't right," he said as he grabbed a towel.
Damnit, if he had wanted a prostitute, he'd just buy one.

'What do you mean? Did I .. did I do something wrong?' she asked carefully.

He turned to her, towel still in hand.
He honestly didn't know what to tell her, so he decided to just speak his mind.
"Odette, if I had wanted a prostitute I would've bought one."

'So .. you just wanted to use me for sex?' she said quietly, the hurt obvious in her voice. Why was she so surprised? What reason would he have for being with her other than that ..