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Who: Silco & Jinx
When: Pre-canon - Silco's office
What: Jinx is learning about boys and girls, and Silco takes matters into his own hands.


[Silco paced his office in front of the window, cigar burning down where it was clutched between his fore and middle finger. He'd stop on occasion to tap ash into the ashtray before he was burning such a hole in the carpet that he knew he couldn't stay cooped up here. That was a rarity as he kept himself to the office more often than not, but the reports coming across his desk were disturbing his attention to details.

Jinx. His daughter getting involved with youths. He kept her separate as much as possible to protect her but also because he wasn't willing to risk her straying too far away from him. Oh yes, he knew teenagers explored and she was no different. Silco just so happened to have been hoping to avoid such dalliances for a few more years.

Apparently not.

Incensed and unwilling to wait for her to make her daily routine check in with him, Silco pulled on his coat and headed out to make his way to her hide-out deep in one of the obscure and abandoned air turbine tunnels. He knew how to arrive there both secretly and quietly, and where her workshop was happened to be one of his best kept secrets for a reason.

He would put a damper on this exploration of hers. First confirmation from her and then he would decide what would be required on his part to curb the appeal, if any. She was the only person in this would that he cherished, second only to lifelong dream of Zaun (but it was close), and he wouldn't allow insignificant sumprats put their hands and mouths on her. Absolutely not. She deserved... well, he would consider that later.

Stepping onto one of the massive inactive turbine blades, Silco's mismatched gaze moved around the dimly lit place.]

Jinx?

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Well, the music was on, which meant that she had to be here somewhere. Tinkering, working, dancing about or talking to herself could all be activities she was engaged in, and as long as he didn't have to endure her having a little 'friend' over, he wouldn't completely explode immediately. He looked around for signs of her before recognizing her boots on the metal as she landed behind him.

"There you are," he remarked as her arms came around him. Uncharacteristically, his hand immediately rose to slide his fingers around one of her wrists and he turned his head so that his blue eye could observe her behind him. He appreciated that she was in good spirits. "You're alone here, yes? I don't want street rats knowing where your workshop is." That had always been the rule.

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"Yes?" Jinx tilted her head to one side, puzzled by the question. "Who would I even bring here? The street rats are all ..." Jinx just rolled her eyes dramatically, letting go of him so that she could step around to his front, head tipped to one side as she looked up at him. He still had hold of her wrist, but she barely registered that as she moved. It was interesting, and certainly not a problem.

She was on good terms with about half the members of Silco's organization. That half tolerated her with varying levels of bemusement, and the other half found her intolerable with varying levels of annoyance. The street kids were similar, but the tolerance was lower. Most of them hated her, and she hated them. Mutual disdain, competition, and alienation kept most of them at a distance, but there were a few at the level of a sort of friendly rivalry. She matched them in races, shared food, and occasionally just hung out and chatted, but even then the friendships were few and far between, and those moments of camaraderie were rare.

Lately, though, she'd been burning with hormones and need, so she'd pressed on some of those friendships, testing to see which of them could be nudged into makeout sessions or even some heavy petting. It still wasn't nearly enough, and she felt a rising frustration simmering under the surface, making her feel even wilder than usual.

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"Small and relatively meaningless?" He didn't release his hold but loosened it as she came around to his front, but he tipped his chin down to keep her in his mismatched gaze. "The fewer that know of your workshop the better," he added as his fingers lightly stroked the inside of her wrist. There were only a few that even he entrusted the location to, and he was not looking to expand that list any time soon.

With her in front of him, his other hand rose and swept through her bangs, both to brush them aside for a moment and to remind himself of the impact that he had on her life. That had been his hair style once upon a time, and it hopefully would remain as long as he could convince her that the look suited her. It was one of the few physical tells to the world of who his daughter associated with so strongly, a link to a past him who he had long convinced himself had died. He didn't need anyone, except that he clearly did.

"You've been spending more time with certain little rats lately, haven't you? Are you bored with the tinkering projects I have requested of you?" More bombs, more of a threat that he could wield to his enemies and to keep those who allied with him in line. He stepped in closer, the back of his fingers stroking along her jawline. "Or is it something else that makes them interesting, hmm?"

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"I mean, I was gonna say boring or something, but most of them are bigger than me--" He probably doesn't mean 'small' in terms of actual size, so she decides to just let that go.

Gazing up at him with confusion and trust, she leans her head into the touch on her jaw. She can't make any sense of what this is about, especially not as something important enough to bring him all the way here instead of waiting for her to come to him as usual. "What, are you mad at me for something?" He so rarely gets mad at her for anything, even when she really makes a mess of some of his plans. Usually he just gives a deep and exasperated sigh, lectures her for a bit, and lets it go. She usually gives herself far more of a hard time for letting him down. "I'm not hanging out with anyone new, and nobody who's in with your rivals or enemies. Did I miss something?"

She pouts at him, all earnest wide eyes, not sure what's wrong or how to make him happy.

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"They do lack... imagination," he agreed. She needed the social interaction, or so he had been informed. While he didn't kybosh her hanging around with those in his employ, neither did he encourage it either, only observed for those that might see his daughter as a way to have access to him. That had not worked so far, but if she was becoming interested in becoming physical...

"I'm aware; however, it's come to my attention that you seem to be taking a more active interest in deepening certain friendships." His thumb stroked over her cheek, and his expression finally softened as he observed her, corner of his mouth twitching when she actively pouted at him. Perhaps there was nothing to be concerned about, but he wanted to be certain as well. She was his world and that meant that he would take proactive steps to not allow anyone else to have opportunities to take her away from him. "I doubt any of those could provide, and I don't need to offer the talk, not when there's a brothel down the street from the Last Drop."

He leaned down so that he could rest his forehead against hers. "We're family, you and I. You know that I would give you anything that you wanted, yes?"

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"Oh, that," Jinx says, with a relieved laugh. He wasn't mad, and this wasn't about anything important. A few kisses and some groping definitely didn't add up to anything important.

Leaning closer into the warmth of his embrace, Jinx listened to his commentary with a thoughtful 'hm' now and then in response, not quite putting it all together yet. "What am I gonna do, go to a professional for practice with kissing? I'd feel dumb."

Her hands wind around his waist and she nods, forehead rubbing against his. This time, her pout is turned more against herself than at him. He'll give her anything she wants, but she doesn't know what she wants. To be desired. To feel special.

"I don't know." Jinx whines, shaking her head and drawing back momentarily before hugging tighter again, tucking her face against the side of his throat. "I just really want ... a boyfriend, I guess. Or a girlfriend. Something. I just feel so ... like there's something boiling up inside me and no amount of explosions has let off any of that steam."

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Oh that, said like she had no idea that was the reason that he had been drawn from his office above the Last Drop to investigate. No doubt she had no idea how much a knife it twisted in his guts, the paranoia that she might find someone to focus more of her attention and affections on and be stolen away. No, he would never allow that to happen, even if he had to divide his time more aggressively with the consolidation of power within the undercity and his daughter.

He was somewhat placated with her affections, of course, and his hand slid from cupping her jaw to the back of her neck where he could hold on lightly and massage the smooth skin. "And has practicing on those your own age provided you the experience that you were hoping for, Jinx? Fumbling, handsy teenagers who are generally only thinking of one end point."

Of course, she apparently was also likely thinking of the end point herself if she was experimenting.

He stepped further into the circle of her arms, pressing their bodies together as he tipped his chin up and away so that there was room for her face in the hollow of his neck. She was the only one he would allow so close without it triggering the nerves of old memories, of him. "Are you looking for the human connection or sex?" Or both, he supposed. To be loved, cherished, desirable? She was two out of three of those for him, though the third was something he had noted as she had blossomed into a woman.

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"What end point?" Jinx says, though that doesn't seem like what really matters here, so she doesn't particularly expect an answer. His next question only perplexes her further. She's grateful for the warmth of the hug, even though she still feels helplessly stupid about all of this. "I don't know. I don't know what I don't know, I don't know what I'm looking for."

Fisting her hands into the material of his jacket, Jinx gave a frustrated grumble into his neck. "Sex, I guess? But it's not like I want that from any of them." She huffed irritably, though it turned quickly back into a whine, feeling stuck and helpless in the situation and with her own desires.

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"Orgasm," he said simply. He wondered if she had experienced one herself by her hand or another persons. Now was not the time to inquire, since he was having his doubts. "It's okay, Jinx. You'll discover it in due time." His hand stroked down the middle of her back as he slowly withdrew the tightness of his embrace on her, though did not relinquish it entirely.

"Oh, you have someone in mind for your first time?" He leaned his face down to rest his forehead against her, nudging the tip of their noses together. An idea was forming in his mind, one that could provide them both what they desired. "If not, I would be willing to assist alleviate your frustations. Only if you wish, of course. I would do anything for you, Jinx."

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"Oh. Right." It felt obvious now that he said it, and she felt stupid all over again for not connecting the dots. She felt all the more stupid for the question that she hadn't asked, because asking it would lump her in with the fumbling teenagers that his comment had clearly disdained. What else is there, if not that end point?

"No, I don't have anyone in mind," Jinx replied, sulky and frustrated. "That's the problem." She wanted, but she couldn't bear to settle that wanting onto any of the available options.

The rest of his words didn't make sense, floating unmoored through her mind. Willing to assist. Anything for you. She tried to connect the dots, but her heart balked at associating her mentor and paragon with the base urges and frustrations she'd been enduring. When it finally clicked, she twitched in surprise, eyes wide and blinking up at him. "What? But you ..."

She didn't pull away despite her surprise and confusion. Instead, her grip on him tightened, hands fisting in his shirt and arms squeezing against his sides.

If she tried to imagine Silco with anyone, the figure that came to mind was some curvaceous beauty, a princess or priestess, a courtesan of such elegance and charm that she magnetized the attention of men and women across half a dozen countries.

Someone worthy of him.

Her eyes dropped to the side, thinking now of him suffering this kind of need and frustration, with no one to relieve it. "You shouldn't have to lower yourself to dealing with ..... something like this."

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He grunted softly as her hold tightened upon him, and he felt a sense of control and pleasure that she always moved closer rather than away with him. It fed this base instinct inside of him, the aching void that he so often filled with work and anger at the world beyond himself and Jinx. He relaxed into that hold, sliding his arm tighter across the back of her shoulders.

He loved her. That much he knew. He could never articulate it into words, of course because that was daring too much. He'd done it once and been drowned by sentiment, but he knew what the sensation was. His love was multifaceted and complex.

He had not had relations in awhile, least of all where Jinx could discover it. He had lost interest in that a long time ago, and while a man had needs, he kept those quiet and off the books.

"Jinx, it's a natural imperative we all endure. It should be enjoyed, especially with someone you trust and care about. Random fumbling is fine, but it isn't the same when there is emotion involved." It was a matter of control too, knowing she wouldn't stray too far if their relationship evolved in such a direction. He did mean he was willing to do anything for her.

"With you, I consider nothing about what we have lowering myself. We elevate each other, Jinx."

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That sounded nice, the concept of elevating each other. Some days, when so many people repeated yet again that she was nothing but a problem, a burden, a powderkeg, she wondered why he kept her around at all. Her head lifted again, smile soft and wary, eyes full of hope and hurting. "Okay," she said, still not sure whether she'd understood him right but desperate for his comfort and guidance. Whatever solution he offered, she'd trust in it. He'd always been there for her and had never pushed her away, even when she was being difficult, even when it was inconvenient. "Tell me what to do."

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It was clear that she didn't entirely comprehend what he was offering, what he intended with the proposition of this step. His hand rose to cup the left side of her face, thumb stroking under her eye. That she acquiesced without many questions was a testament of their bond in his twisted mind. She trusted him, and he trusted her. This was little more than the next evolution in that trust.

"Oh come now, let's not set limits. Touch, explore, test the limitations..." he murmured softly, temptation curling through his words even as he leaned down to gently kiss her lips. He used it as a barometer on if she was understanding where this could actually go if she was willing to walk this path of exploration and tightening their bond.

If nothing more, he considered the risk to be warming, as long as it never came close to him losing her.

sorry for delay, it's been a struggle week

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She's so worried that she's going to mess this up, that she'll be a disappointment to him. But she leans up at once, taking the invitation of his lips.

Her breath trembles a little between them, nervous little hitches against their lips as she tries to return the kiss, doing her best to follow his lead. With the kids her age she's been more confident, since they're all experimenting together. But with him, she knows that she's inexperienced, and some of the things he's just said about those fumbling, handsy teenagers make her afraid of earning his disdain in turn.

np, i know how that be!

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His hand slid to cup the back of her head as she leaned up, all willful enthusiasm that he came to expect from his daughter. Yes, he could sense the nerves, and he was keenly aware that she spent a considerable amount of time trying to not disappoint. Oh, if only she could understand there was nothing that she could do that would ever disappoint him.

He kept his lips as they were at first so that she could hopefully relax. He shook off his own rust as he parted his thin lips and gently traced the tip of his tongue at at the indent between her upper and lower lip and ended with a little flick of the tip of his tongue against the upper one. His other arm moved to encircle her waist to lightly but insistently pull her up against his body now that it seemed she was interested and curious to explore their new possibilities.

Already, he considered her his and he hers.

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Jinx groaned in reply to the feeling of his tongue teasing at her lips, pressing forward a little more and sliding her arms farther up his back to fist tight into the fabric again. Some of her nerves melted away as raw desire surged in her, spurring her to return the kiss a little more boldly now. She still didn't feel confident about what she was doing, but she knew that she wanted. There was certainly no need to overthink any of it, and Jinx had always been good at just following her instincts.

Lifting herself up a little more on her toes, Jinx wiggled against him, rubbing her body against his as pure enthusiasm and energy bubbled through her.

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He shifted his feet apart as Jinx pressed in against him, balancing his weight in case she decided to grow exuberant and potentially jump on him. He shifted the hand around her waist up to stroke her side with his fingers and the other lightly grasped one of her braids and offered a small affectionate tug as she rose to her toes to even some of their height difference. Like always, he was far more refined and certain but didn't invest more than he expected he had to.

Yet, he did find the thrill in this, the taste of her on his lips and tongue, the wiggle of her lithe frame. He moved a hand between them to work open her belt, able and willing to claim it was digging into his own waist if she questioned or spooked. No, for this to work, they would have to eventually remove some articles of clothing.

He withdrew from the kiss to peer into her big blue eyes. "Perhaps somewhere more comfortable?"

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Innocently blinking once as the kiss broke, Jinx took a moment to process the words, then gave a quick laugh, glancing over her shoulder at the blanket-fort nest where she slept. It felt completely absurd to try and imagine Silco lounging inside of it. As much as she enjoyed inflicting some small indignities on him just because it was funny to see him with his hair mussed or his clothes purple because of her, this one felt too implausible to imagine because it involved him intentionally choosing to lie down in that blanket-fort.

"You sure?" she asked, lips tilting into a smirk, eyes glittering with I dare you.

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Silco's mismatched gaze also followed the direction of her look, and his expression turned sour. Was that all she had? Of course it was. All previous offerings of a real bed and bedroom had been rejected and this was what she had built for herself in terms of a room. He had never been in there, hadn't even looked in before unless it was to simply check if his daughter happened to be in there. It was a ridiculous little spot, not that he could throw stones as he slept in a chair.

Oh, the sacrifices he had to make for this daughter of his. He made a point of staring at the blanket fort as if it absolutely affronted him, especially when it came with her verbal challenge. If this was about anything but bonding her strongly to him, he'd refuse, but the point was to make it clear that he could fulfill any of her needs.

"Fine," he growled. Then he held up a finger. "You tell no one about this. Swear it."

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"Who am I gonna tell?" Jinx asked, giving him a look like he'd said something crazy. She ran her mouth all the time, but it was only about random chatter, never allowing anything to slip that she didn't mean to. For all the chaos that she created out of best intentions and inspired ideas, she at least wasn't a risk for letting slip sensitive information. (To be fair, more often than not this was driven by her lack of interest in plans and schemes other than her own. What was Silco working on? Who knows. Stuff?)

"You don't gotta." Honestly, she was surprised and amused that he was willing to consider her own blanket nest at all, and she appreciated that he'd do that for her. "We can go somewhere else."

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She had a point, but he still sighed from his nose as if affronted by the idea yet willing to suffer for it. Oh the sacrifices he would make for his daughter. Besides, he had no doubt that she would enjoy him nestled up in her little blanket fort on some perverse level, and he did not deny her the opportunity. He reached out to curl his fingers around her elbow and tugged her closer to him again, even as he inclined his head at her suggestion. "And where else is there that it close?"

He wasn't willing to lose the momentum, so he made a point and starting to walk towards her nest regardless of how unappealing it was. He'd slept in worse, he told himself. "Come, this is your bed, so it will suit the purposes." Perhaps even deepen her connection to the place if it is overlay with memories of their togetherness.

Once outside the prospective place, Silco made a point of dropping his gentle touch on her arm so he could reach up to begin to untie his cravat from around his neck. A show of his commitment to be 'comfortable' as it were.

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((sorry i continue to be glacial. life has been stressful so all my rp has been slow + i've fallen out of jinx mood so i haven't been doing anything with her.))

Jinx was happy to snuggle close when he pulled her in again, pressing a few cheerful kisses along the line of his jaw. When he let go, she ducked inside her little tent, plopping down at the entrance and kicking off her boots before she wiggled in deeper, leaving room for him to climb in beside her. She pulled off her top next, exposing her small breasts, nipples full and hard from the kissing and the cool air.

Chewing on her lower lip with shy nerves, Jinx leaned back on her hands, toes wiggling and curling into the blankets as she watched him, waiting to take her cues from him.

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[Hey no worries, I totally understand about life kicking everyone in the shins right now. If you want to pause or stop this thread, just let me know. I'm still having a lot of fun with it, but I get when the muse vacates too. Let me know otherwise I'll keep plugging along :D]

He closed his blue eye briefly at the shower of kisses, enjoying the points of warmth even after her lips had moved to a different spot on his skin. As she began to remove her boots, his hands worked open his vest clasps and straps and then bent to unclasp his gaiters so he too could actually remove his boots. He shrugged out of his vest and paused at the sight of her shirtless.

Nudity was so common in the undercity that no one blinked their eyes about it. They had even seen one another in the nude on more than one occasion, but this was different.

He eased down into the nest with some distaste and settled next to her, still wearing his collared shirt and trousers. He reached out to lightly trail two fingers down her skin between her breasts, leaning his temple against her shoulder. He turned his head to kiss her shoulder as his fingers continued to trail down her belly, then reversed course to slide back up towards her neck.

"Don't be shy. You know you are safe with me."