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Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Nicholas's eyes wavered only slightly down her body before locking on her eyes with that unwavering intensity. Her little nibbling at her bottom lip was enough to bring the smallest smirk to his, his eyes softening ever so slightly. Her mannerisms were easy for him to read - nervous, uncomfortable, uncertain. He had always been charismatic and a people person, and she was no exception. There were flashes of memories that accompanied every little quirk, however, of how he had roughed her up as a young boy, infuriated by her annoying antics. Then how his father had sat him down one day, saying that he needed to be nice, protect Iris because you might marry her someday. After all, it only made sense, one powerful heir to the crime ring marrying another. Of course, that all fell apart as her father betrayed the group. I haven't had anyone dare call me Nicky in ten years. He commented with a soft laugh. A long time indeed. You've changed, though they're changes I must admit to enjoy. She was different beyond measure, however. Tattoos working the surface of her body, though they suited her nicely. Certainly more attractive and more sensual, in a way. Perhaps intentional, perhaps not. Of course, she had been eleven when he had last seen her. Hardly even beginning her transformation into a young woman, but he had been 18, a young man, tall, lean, fit. He hadn't really considered his father's words a possibility at the time. But now, looking at the woman she had become, he could certainly see where his father might have been right, if things had all gone according to plan. Ah, well. I'm a rather assertive person. He said with a flash of a smile. Besides, I knew I needed to snatch you up before one of my associates did. While I'm of the belief that your father cheated you just as much as the rest of us, the others don't quite agree. And yet, you risked returning to New York. You must imagine how surprised I was to hear that. Nicholas leaned easily against the door, legs crossed at the ankles, hands lightly clasped behind his back. With his suit and his relaxed manner, he looked like a perfect gentleman. He doubted that would deceive this particular woman quite as easily as it had girls before her. After all, if she was back, she had to have heard about the ring through underground circles, and had to be in on the latest news. After all, a dead FBI agent never stays quiet, and though Nicholas didn't like the dirty work, he had no problems ordering it to be done. In a slow, deliberate motion, he stepped forward, a finger slowly trailing down her jawline. And yet you don't seem happy to see me either. Of the people who could have arranged an invitation like that, aren't I the best possible outcome? He teased, that small, playful smirk on his lips.
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Nicholas nodded slowly, considering the usefulness of Iris Hannigan as an operative. Good shot, good with numbers... Both of those could come in handy. He was running several tight operations, ones that would require a trained eye for accounting and the ability to handle tough situations. He was distracted by that strip of stomach that was bared under her tank top, a delightful exposition that brought that very question to his mind. There was part of him that wondered if he would ever know, if Iris would resist his charms any better than most of the women he had seduced. Of course, more often than not his seduction had been for personal gain more than sex, but why not have both? Along the same vein, I must admit to having missed you as well. he commented with a small smile. It's more than a little exciting to see that you've gained confidence and independence. It suits you well. he said, eyes sweeping up and down her body. You're certainly not wrong, I was an ass as a child. And as a teen. There are probably those who would say I'm still a dick, but most of those who share my company find me charming. I think. he added with a smile and a soft laugh. Then she added that she had her name, and he quirked an eyebrow, not yet understanding. Her name? All her name was associated with was treachery and the estate her father had aban... oh. Oh this was perfect. A slow smirk came across Nicholas's lips as she offered him the resources of the Hannigan estate and wealth. He nodded approvingly. He had once looked at the Hannigan empire with the eye of someone who intended to marry into it, and was more than pleased to find it was prosperous and well-connected. Now, it had depreciated slightly over ten years without care, but the wealthy had simply grown, and so it was still worthy of consideration. You're the last of the Hannigan line, then? There will be many who will be displeased to hear that your father is gone, but I am not one of them, so I am sorry for your loss. He commented smoothly, a note of sympathy in his voice. However, what you're offering me is quite a prize. It almost sounds too good to be true. He commented. Something still seemed off in this scene, something he was missing to make this all make sense. She wanted protection and safety, but had her grandfather's estate at her disposal? Sure, it couldn't keep her safe, but it was not useless. There was a puzzle piece missing here, but for the time, he couldn't fathom what might be on it. And so the only logical path was forward. I cannot possibly turn down a deal like that. he said, nodding. Iris, I'm more than willing to offer protection and comfort in exchange for your assistance in my operations and the resources of your family estate. He said, offering her his hand. Now, with the unpleasantness out of the way, would you like to see the manor and your rooms? He offered, opening the door of the small cell-like room into the long, clean hallway of his basement. I can't imagine you'd like to stay in the cellar any longer than you have to.
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Nicholas could feel the callouses on her hand, the familiar locations, the same roughness in the same places as many of the men he had hired. After shaking hands like that for years, you got to know the feeling. He quirked an eyebrow slightly. Familiar with guns then. She had picked up the skills of the trade in the last few years. Nicholas did not particularly like guns or violence himself, preferring the more subtle, graceful, tricky crimes, though sometimes violence was the only possible route of action. In those times, he issued the orders, and, on rare occasion, dealt a blow himself, though he would go to extremes to avoid such an outcome. It was strange that Iris had turned out so differently, though perhaps that was merely a result of her father's betrayal. She would have never been forced to work such low and base crimes if her father hadn't turned his back on the coalition. But these thoughts moved out of his brain as she moved past him, his eyes meeting hers and then sliding down her slim, graceful form without shame or hesitation, clearly intending for her to know that he was appreciating her form. That moment of closeness had taunted him with the possibility of more, of things that might have been, and then she was past, her glittering green eyes giving him a little glance as she slipped past. He took no shame in enjoying the view of her, particularly as he directed her up the stairs and into the main part of the house. She was certainly attractive, and part of him burned with the desire to have her, but he restrained himself. If she was to work for him and live in this manor, there would be plenty of chances to see exactly how he might get her into his bed. Patience and planning. Nicholas, as a powerful figure, enjoyed getting what he wanted, even from those close to him. His hand on the small of her back guided her to one of the luxuriously decorated and designed guest rooms in the manor, and he gave her a charming smile as she commented on his success. It's quite easy to do well when most of your competitors are afraid to compete. He said with a laugh. As she mused over the cameras and men watching her, he playfully pretended to be offended. Iris! I'm shocked that you would suggest such a thing. He exclaimed in mock horror, then dropped the pretense almost instantly, shaking his head. The manor itself is entirely under surveillance at all times, but only the external cameras and hallways are monitored live. The rooms are recorded and saved on the server for thirty days, and then deleted. Only I have access to those. He paused, laughed, and gave her a smile. I suppose the answer to your question would be one, then. But I'm a gentleman, of course! Surely you noticed that my men kept their hands to themselves on the way here? He teased. He left out the part where he threatened to have their hands removed if they didn't respect her, beyond the strip search for weaponry.
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Nicholas had stepped out onto the patio quietly, enjoying the view of the beautiful woman there, with his estate as a lovely backdrop to her form. He took a moment to unbutton his suitcoat, draping it over the back of his chair and rolling up the cuffs of his shirt to expose his arms in the light heat of the summer evening. Then she turned to face him, a smile curling lightly over his lips as she commented on the dress, and his eyes slid down her form again, once more with no pretense or subtlety. A man who knew what he wanted, and wasn't afraid to let it be obvious. What a strange but happy coincidence. He said with a pleasant smile, placing his hands on he chair and pulling it back from the table some, a perfect gentleman as he offered it to her. It does look delightful on you. He commented easily, adjusting the chair with her in it before pacing around the table to his chair, sinking into it with a soft sigh. Now, despite having begun an exciting new business venture, I'm going to rule that this dinner be business-free. Nicholas said with a smile across the table, placing a cloth napkin across his legs. All of the details for that can wait, and we can enjoy each other's company and catch up. After all, it has been a decade, I'm certain that we're both missing a great deal about each other. He said, pausing to pick up the chilled bottle of wine sitting between them, pouring a half glass in both of the waiting glasses. A white-clad servant appeared from within the house, carrying two crystalline bowls filled with a colorful salad, which he placed before each of them. Dismissing him with a quest 'thank you', Nicholas leaned forward slightly. So tell me. What has your life been like? Where did you go when witness protection hid you away? He asked, genuinely curious as to how she dropped off the radar so well. Of course, the government was good at that kind of thing, but nonetheless, it piqued his interest.
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Nick only chuckled softly as she accused him of trying to find her family. Ah ah. I said no business, remember? No side agenda, no plotting. Just conversation with an old friend and new partner. He said, giving her a slight, slim smirk that had wooed women with weaker wills than she. They hid you well, however. The other families spent many a year trying to find you all. Driven for revenge. I hunted for a month or two, enough to make it seem like I cared about catching the man who put my father away, and then turned my attention to rebuilding operations. After all, it was particularly easy to build my own seat of power and lead our organization when the other families wasted their resources on searching for vengeance. He picked up his wine glass between slim, capable fingers and lifted it to his lips, taking a long sip of the ruby liquid while his eyes took her in. A slow swallow took that alcohol into his body, and he licked his lips subconsciously as he momentarily wondered over her, how... developed she was. She was a woman now. When he had last seen her, there was no chance that he would have wanted her. But now... Now he wanted to know what kind of sounds she made when pinned to a bed and fucked hard. His eyes flickered with a brief, hot, powerful desire that flashed visibly for a moment and was gone, a fleeting, primal instinct. Clearing his throat slightly, he forced those thoughts away for the time. He was certain that he could find that out with a little effort. I suppose it's only fair that I answer the same question, really. He said, placing the glass down carefully. My location is easy enough, as I've mostly been here at the manor, save for the occasional vacation I've taken. I've spent much of that time focusing on getting constant operations going. Much of the failure of our predecessors was the drive and desire to lunge for bigger and more impressive heists. While I've not given up on those, I've made sure we have a solid foundation of money-making operations to sustain us as well. Nicholas paused and chuckled for a moment. As you can see, I don't often get to relax and ignore work. It permeates even my attempts to deny it. Beyond our operations, I've done little. I toured Italy for a month, and traveled the States to organize a few agreements, but aside from that, my only relief has been the parties of New York. And even those tend to bore me after a while. Nothing particularly compares to the thrill of a heist. He paused again to turn his attention to the salad and to her. I suppose that makes it your turn to ask a question of me, hm? He teased with a chuckle, spearing a carrot from the vibrant salad and placing it between his lips. His mind was not yet convinced that all of this was what it seemed. After all, her sudden reappearance could not simply be blindly trusted. It was far too extraordinary of an occurrence to have happened by chance, and he was unwilling to let it go. However, she had answered every question flawlessly and without hesitation, though he would certainly see if that would continue. Though attracted to her, it did not blind him. Nicholas was far too careful for that.
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Their conversation was engaging, like a subtle, quiet battle, with each of them commanding armies that sallied back and forth, poking and prodding and exploring and pushing. His questions explored her past, particularly since she vanished from his eye, and hers were curious toward how his empire grew over that very same time. It was a game, to try to lure information out without giving too much away, and without breaking his rule. But his goal was not to find her family, nor was it to find out everything about that time when she had been incognito. No, his goal was to pull her in. He could tell there was something lingering, something that held her back in that past life, before she had absconded and returned to this one. And if she was going to work for him, he needed her all in. Of course, he had his own personal motives as well. If he could seduce her into this lifestyle once more, perhaps there was more he could seduce her into. Her question surprised him slightly, but he met it with the slight curl of a smile and a flash of amusement in his eyes. Heartbreak, hm? He said with a laugh, leaning back in his chair, taking a long sip of the intoxicating wine, one of the more expensive varieties that the manor stocked. A truly romantic would use this opportunity to say something like 'when you left me, all those years ago', but I think we'd both know that to be a lie. He teased with a smirk. After all, you were, what? Eleven? And I was eighteen. I saw you as a sister, not anything more. Of course, time changes everything. He added, giving her a quick wink. No, true heartbreak. He mused. Hard to say. I dated a couple women, most of which were interested in the wealth and power of the family, not me as a person in any manner, and so I discarded those relationships easily. My first heartbreak would like have been Alia. Seven years ago, I was involved with a young woman at a local university. We met through a charity dinner I attended, and she had no idea of my true nature, involvements, wealth, anything. It lasted four months, but she was the most engaging and lovely woman I had dated. When she discovered who I was and what I did, she couldn't handle that truth, and left me. he paused, his eyes taking on a strange, distant quality for a long moment. I didn't chase after her - I accepted that some people would never understand this life. But I didn't date anyone for a long while after that. Had a great many one night stands, a few casual relationships, but nothing too serious until years later. He smiled a soft smile. But I came to realize that she was the first in a trend of smart, sharp, witty women that I would be drawn to. Breaking slightly from his far-off gaze, his eyes returned to her with a mischievous light. However empty those relationships that followed Alia were when it came to emotion, they did provide a sort of sexual awakening for me, I suppose. While I wasn't a virgin, I did have a new chance to discover exactly what I liked and didn't. he said with a little smirk, as if teasing her with that little comment and knowing it full well.
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

He, on the other hand, had always been a fantastic liar, a natural con. He had once stood outside of a free carnival as a young boy and collected admissions from the visitors entering, making himself a pretty penny before slipping away. He had talked teachers into giving him grades he hadn't earned on the rare occasion that he had done poorly in class. No, Nicholas was quite simply born into this role, clearly meant to take the helm of this empire from birth. He had melded into that role even as his parents molded him for it during youth. Nicholas raised his eyebrows slightly as she queried him for more information, clearly slightly surprised by her eagerness to hear more along that vein. However, he was not the kind of man that was put off by a bold woman, and so his expression shifted to one of narrow-eyed amusement with a subtle little smirk of pleasure at her reaction. Clearly there was some part of her that wanted him as he wanted her. Her tease in the manner she ate and the sexy little bite of her lip - whether intentional or not - made that clear enough. And he had laid the bait, might as well reel in the catch. Well. He said with a small chuckle, carefully cutting his own tiramisu with the edge of a fork. The easiest way to say this is that I approach sex as the opposite way I approach everything else in life. I like it rough, unplanned, primal, and hard. However, like my life, it stems from a desire for control, power, and domination, I think. He paused, lifting some of the dessert to his lips as his eyes took her in, clearly watching for some reaction to his words as he savored the flavors of the European sweet. After a long pause, he swallowed and continued. I found that most women didn't expect a gentle, slow, loving partner from me anyway. After all, if you were fucking a criminal mastermind, would you expect him to be caring? He paused, chuckling quietly. No, they expected a man who took what he wanted. A hair pulling, choking, rough, hard, dominant man. Fortunately for them, that's exactly the kind of thing I like. Now, that's not to say I won't let the woman take control, or don't like a little fight. Hell, I almost like that more. Feisty. And any man likes to have a woman explore his body of her own nature. He gave her a little smirk. Have I scared you off me yet? I've had that reaction too. He laughed, clearly more than comfortable with who he was, sexually or otherwise. He paused once more to take a long sip of the wine, his eyes examining her, reading her every little movement for some sort of reaction to his words, ones which were almost certainly intended to arouse and tantalize. So there you have it. I'm a rough, kinky bastard. He admitted with a trademark smirk. Feel free to ask on, if you're curious. I'm obviously not shy. He teased. Or maybe we should probe into your sex life... What do you like, Iris?
Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

That bait melted in her hands, and Iris found herself watching Nick as much as listening to him, taking in the way he moved as he expressed exactly what it was he enjoyed in bed. The control he liked. The dominance he exuded. The demands he made. She felt her mouth go dry as her skin began to tingle. A desire for the power play he described burning in the pit of her belly. Her fingers coiled into the fabric of her dress at her thigh, hidden under the table though the lift of the hem over her leg would be more than noticeable to anyone paying attention. The dry swallow that bobbed her slender throat. The flicker of need in her eye. The flutter of her eyelashes. He asked if he had scared her off and she laughed breathlessly, reaching for her wine and taking a longer pull of the vino before setting the glass down and letting her eyes linger on the empty glass rather than him. She needed a moment to gather herself, honestly. What he described had been something shed been curious about exploring for a very long time. Previous relationships had been very vanilla, and with David it was underwhelming. He loved her, and they had passion, but Iris would rather not focus on that, on Davids shortfalls when she sat across the table from Nicky. No, she managed to say, rolling her eyes back to his with a wicked gleam in her eyes. You could call my reaction intrigued. Returning her hands to her lap, she grinned as he offered her the opportunity to ask more questions. He wasnt shy, so carry on. Her laugh was short, bright, and her gaze lifted from his for a heartbeat as she considered what dark corner to delve into when he changed his mind, deciding instead to explore her own desires. What do I like? she repeated in a clear, incredulous design to stall. She cleared her throat, fingertips tapping against her empty wine glass before she shook her head, her smile growing before her weight shifted on the chair and she turned her gaze back on Nicholas. They were heavy with desire, their conversation having the intended effect, though Iris was a strong-willed woman. She could bask in her want of him and still keep him at arms length, or so she hoped. I like when my boundaries are pushed. I enjoy a challenge. Someone who can, and will, take control. I like a man whose bite is just as good as his bark, and I like a man who doesnt budge when I push back. Her head canted to the side, her tongue rolling over her lower lip again in that sultry, inviting half-smirk before she reached for the bottle of wine and topped herself off. Wrapping her hands around the glass, she leaned back in the chair and re-crossed her legs. She continued, her voice smoky with desire as she locked her eyes with his and grinned. I like getting choked, my hair pulled, and spanked. So there you have it. Im a kinky bitch.