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Lily had never been one for deference, certainly not where it was expected. She existed on the periphery of the Gummies, not enough that she was out of reach of their influence but enough that she could skirt the boundaries of their expectations, of acceptability. Given the status that Eddie afforded her, she wasn't untouchable per say, but she was certainly aware that she held status by association, status possibly higher than she had any right to, and it would seem that despite their separation, Lily had not lost enough arrogance to believe that she couldn't slip right back into that position as though she had never left it in the first place.
Either that or she had some kind of death wish.
"Congrats. On being the first person ever who dared to smother me like that."
Although it would seem, that her estimations on this occasion were at least a little correct. She had spent enough time around men like Vaughn to know that a challenge was not something they often refused. She could play the game and she could play it well.
This is what she had missed. This is what she had missed living for.
The grip on her ass tightened to an almost painful pressure and Lily let her breath hitch, let Vaughn hear it as he leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne tickling her nose, his breath, warm and soft against the shell of her raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Daring to make her feel something other than her own emptiness.
"That goes into the tab, darling."
"No trespass against me goes... unpunished."
"Looks like school had turned you astray."
Had school turned her astray, or had she always been that way? The latter was true but how could somebody like Vaughn know that about her. It was Eddie's place to know, and anyone who he chose to share the information with. Vaughn had never been one of those people, not even close. Although, Lily had noticed the way that he watched her pass by sometimes, had felt the weight of his eyes as he drew them from her head to the tips of her toes, probably thinking about all of the things he wanted to do to her. Or let her do to him.
Lily feigned nonchalance to such attention a lot of the time but that didn't mean she didn't see it, didn't relish in the knowledge that she provided Edgar with something that nobody else had.
Except that was about to change. Perhaps already had.
Lily didn't speak as she felt Vaughn's hand wandering higher, finding her waist and then curling her into an embrace, as though their deal was already a forgone conclusion. For now, she let him believe she was undecided.
"Looks like it has," she murmured her response, flickering her eyes and long, dark lashes over each of Vaughn's features, as though she were considering something, considering him; even though he believed he had already won. "Perhaps I need a reminder of how exactly things work around here. It's been... a while, after all."
She knew the double meaning in her words would not be lost however, the glimmer in her eyes, the hint of a smirk upon her lips was briefly snuffed out by his travelling hand as he caressed the sensitive skin of her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes, reverently holding her in place so that he could feel and stroke and then press this thumb to her lips.
"Such a pretty little face."
Lily watched him in return, watched him as he pulled the joint from her mouth, flicking it away so that he could sensually trace the line of her jaw. His touch was suggestively gentle, but she knew well the intent beneath and it was for this reason that after a few moments of waiting... She parted her lips slightly and tilted her head back just enough that he could feel the gap she made between them for him, hovering there with him by her entrance as she listened to his proposition with an unspoken invitation, anticipation warm and gentle upon his fingertips.
"If Edgar doesn't know how to treat a woman like you right, I will. His loss."
"It's Friday night. And I'm in the mood for some play."
But his words... his plan...
"Your ex-boyfriend on the other hand, has got his guard dog duty by our asset warehouse at Waterloo pier, commencing midnight."
"Well..., he is not physically guarding, per se, but he should be within vicinity. He probably has one of his lackies stationed by the frontline. But I'm sure he will well be in the loop when his boy radios him of an unexpected visitor like yourself, requesting access pass the gantry at an unconventional hour."
"Access to my villa has to go through the same gantry, before the path ahead divulges between the warehouse, and my residential space."
"Why don't you, take the next hour to go back and doll yourself up, for me."
"Make yourself look exceptional as much as you want that boy to regret being the cunt that he is."
"Then, let me give you the best hospitality you deserve thereafter."
"Game, Mademoiselle?"
They triggered nothing.
Lily could imagine the scene just as he'd played it out for her. The clicking of her heels along the pavement in front of the pier, the suspicious tone to the guard who wanted to know her business. The radio through to Eddie's waiting ear.
That was one thing she hadn't expected of Vaughn's information at least. Edgar would not be spending the night with Brittany, so where he might be cock-deep within her now? It wouldn't last.
It was never meant to last.
A small glimmer of satisfaction sparked at that, at least... but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to chase away her shadows, it wasn't enough for her to feel the sizzle of excitement or need, or desperation, hunger. Lily knew she was treading a dangerous path, not because of who Vaughn was but because of what she was about to do with him. What Eddie would see; his baby girl, giving herself willingly to his worst enemy, without his permission.
But even that, the thought of it... given his reaction to her presence only moments ago, whose to say that Eddie would even care?
She supposed, nonchalantly, that there was only one way to truly find out; to see if even the lowest depths of depravity and desperation could let her reclaim at least a small part of the self she had lost when she had left her life in Blackstone behind. If Eddie didn't want to help her, then she had found someone else who would.
Seconds ticked by in the aftermath of Vaughn's suggestions and Lily let them linger as she dipped her mouth so that the pinch of his fingers dragged her bottom lip between them until he let go. "You've put some thought into this, haven't you?" The words were spoken softly but the tease in them was undeniable, the acknowledgement of his interest before here and now. As she spoke, her mouth murmured against his fingers and when her eyes met his? She allowed them to gently close against his tips; sealed with a hint of a barely there kiss.
"I'll think about your little proposition." A coy smile, but Lily made no move to touch, to feel, to do anything that would give away her intentions. "... while you think about me, and whether all of the rumours you've heard and dreamt about are true."
Her lips curled properly then, showing a flash of white teeth before Lily inhaled and pulled away, as though nothing had happened between them at all. She turned away from Vaughn and picked up her bag, shouldering it and then pulling the collar of her jacket up and around her neck in preparation.
Only a glance was offered to her company again before she stepped out into the still falling rain.
"Maybe I'll see you in an hour, von Schwort."
The rain didn't let up, not on Lily's way to her hotel, not while she was in her room and not when she left again a small while later. The hotel itself was average; not too fancy, not too Blackstone. It sat on a quiet street with little traffic and the desk staff asked no questions, as they had most likely learned to do through experience.
It offered the kind of privacy that Lily appreciated, enough that she could be in her room very little and enough that she could leave, dressed in stilletto heels, a black coat tied at her waist and only lace beneath without raising any questions. The woman behind the desk ordered Lily a cab and parted from her with a dead-eyed smile, exactly as one setting out for more than just a meal or drinks might hope for.
The cab driver this time around was thankfully less chatty than the first. He and his passenger sat in a companiable silence, give or take a few flickers of his eyes to the beauty he could now see in his rearview; the beauty with the kohl lined olive greens that fluttered when she blinked, the beauty with the dark hair now around her shoulders and pushed out of her face, the beauty with the perfectly plump red lips that smacked every now and again to keep them perfectly moist.
The taxi dropped Lily at the front of Waterloo, an odd destination in the middle of a storm-ridden night but he had seen much, much stranger than a single woman with an umbrella in a destination many would shy from.
She stood for a long few moments, looking up at the dilapidated entry sign, the one that was supposed to be inviting outsiders to fun, games, joy - and yet it seemed to do the exact opposite. Some of the letters no longer flashed and the lights that did buzz appeared sterile and unfeeling, as if warning those who looked upon them of Blackstone's true nature, once hidden, now celebrated. Lily let her eyes linger before they traversed the structure, moving slowly in a leftwards direction until there, in the shadows against a backdrop of crashing waves she spotted the gantry looming, her destination of choice, just before she finally began towards it and the guard she knew awaited her there.
She saw him well before he saw her, but the clicking of her heels on concrete is what eventually gave away her presence.
"Hey, stop right there." The guard appeared young, inexperienced and she wondered if there was another in the vicinity, and whether that other could possibly be Eddie. What an interesting prospect she considered, if he might find her before she ever reached Vaughn's invitation.
"No access beyond this point."
Lily looked him over. Maybe once upon a time she would have had her fun with a puppy like him but not now. Not tonight. Not when she had much, much bigger fish to fry.
"Vaughn's expecting me."
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