Unreachable Satisfaction (Letty)

[Flynn Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Flynn swore at the girl as he limped after her and her blonde boyfriend. The girl, for her part, just kept sending him incredibly dirty looks. As if he was in the wrong for trying to save her ass!! Some very irritable part of him wanted to shake the tiny thing until those piercing eyes stopped glaring at him. Yet, he could never bring himself to do that. Of course, the fact that she was actually an angel didn't make him feel better. Angels, he'd decided, should never be allowed to inhabit the tiny body of a teenaged girl. It was just so...wrong. She'd named herself as Ariel and the boy with her as Alec. He'd spotted them creeping down some alley when he'd been trying to follow the tracks of his baby sister. Zaza had disappeared three times in the last four weeks. Each time she had come to Las Vegas. Why? He had no clue, and he'd meant to find out the reason. So, he'd been snooping, not that he'd ever admit to doing something so lowly. He'd been doing it by himself because the twins had gone to investigate several casinos. Henry had said something about mystery earnings and carted Louis off, leavng Flynn to do the dirty work. Of course, being the noble person he was, he'd gone after the two teenagers when he saw them and nearly gotten his head cut off for his troubles. The duo had ambushed a ghoul nest and pissed off all the inhabitants. Flynn rushed in just in time to get his ass kicked. The boy had had a few injuries but Ariel had healed them right off the bat. Flynn, on the other hand, she'd lectured about being a moron and then told him she'd take him to a human doctor. No healing for him. It was incredibly aggravating that the angel was playing favorites, not to mention he was being blamed for trying to save them. Flynn followed the duo into the elevator, praying they wouldn't start making out in front of him. His right shoulder and arm was coated in blood and his side wasn't doing much better. He was pretty certain he might have twisted his knee at some point, but he was more concerned about all the blood he was losing from the more serious wounds. Ariel glared at him several more times before she gave him a room number, shoved him off the elevator and left him to fend for himself. Having been abandoned on the sixteenth floor, the big man limped his way down the hall until he came to a door with a number matching the one Ariel had given him. He knocked politely on the door, half hoping there was another angel inside who would be kind enough to heal him so that he could go back to stalking his sister. [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY hotel in front of Letty's door, Las Vegas, Nevada. Outfit: Green jacket, plaid, jeans and boots. Music: Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones Notes: He needs to be fixed. [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Take me away, a secret place, a sweet escape, take me away.

Letty was overwhelmed with relief that Sam's condition was contained, for the time being, and that she had eased his pain a bit. As she headed back to her hotel room, she passed several groups wearing beach attire. Right, the pool. She thought to herself, deciding that a quick dip before Norah's show sounded both refreshing and necessary.

Once in the privacy of her hotel room, she peeled off her clothing and undergarments, and stood before the mirror examining her breasts. This was a normal part of the doctor's routine, breast cancer ran in her family, not that it was able to claim any of their lives thus far. No, they let the demons and other various creatures pick them off before any normal disease had the chance.

After reassuring herself that her lady lumps were as perky and lump-free as always, she withdrew her favorite powder blue bikini and a casual button-up from her bag. While she was busy contemplating the age old 'pontyail or no ponytail' debate, a knock on the door drew her attention. It was light and patient, but she rushed to answer it none the less, fearful that there had been a change in Sam's condition.

Expecting a slight red-haired rockstar to be waiting outside the frame, her jaw dropped at the sight of the tall, dark, handsome and.. wounded, Flynn Koch. "F-Flynn, what are you doing here?" She studdered, shaking her head as if the action would rattle her brain out if it's flabbergasted state. It was apparent why Flynn was standing before her, his blood soaked shirt and pained expression spoke for him. "Right, of course, come in." She waved him inside dramatically and closed the door softly behind him, hoping not to draw attention from any of the other guests. Surely, an ambulence-cop combo was definitely not what Flynn had in mind.

Once he was safely inside, she directed him towards the cushioned chair in the corner of the room, hovering over him to examine his wounds. "Can you take this off?" She asked, taking the rim of his shirt between her thumb and forefinger, "or should I just remove it with scissors?"


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Location: Her hotel room, NYNY casino, Las Vegas.
Emotions: Surprised.
Outfit: Baby blue bikini, white button-up, assorted rings.
Notes: Good god, Flynn is edible.

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[Flynn Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] What surprised him was not the fact that it was Letty standing in the doorway. Hell, at this point, he half-expected her to show up whenever he got injured, just because that's how their meetings usually seemed to work. No, it was the bikini. Which immediately caught his interest. There had to be a pool, he decided, as women didn't usually run around in blue bikinis. Unless they were waiting for men to enter their rooms. He mentally swatted himself for thinking such thoughts and focused on the fact that he was in pain. Right. Yes. Ignore the scantily clad beautiful woman and focus on the fact that there is blood everywhere. Great idea. He sat rather heavily on some chair, and promply got blood all over it. Damn, but he hoped that wasn't too expensive. He probably should have laid plastic on the thing or something. Maybe he should have ignored the main room and just gone to the bathroom. He considered getting back up and going to the bathroom where he could bleed to his heart's content. Yet, he didn't have the energy to get up and move around again. Chasing that damn angel-child and her boyfriend had been enough for a wounded man. "I can take it off, Letty. Not that it would matter if you used scissors or not, but I'd prefer to retain some of my dignity." There was no iritation in his voice, just amusement. Carefully, Flynn pulled the shirt off, hissing when the movements caused strain on his two wounds. He'd been stabbed in the shoulder and had a blade slice into his side. He'd rather the bleeding just stopped so he didn't have to worry about leaving a trail of blood wheverer he went. He carefully bunched the shirt up, abdominal muscles tensing when he lifted an arm and threw the bloodied shirt into the bathroom, thereby avoiding ruining her carpet. "I just need to be sewn back together. Then I can stop bothering you. My deepest apologies. Apparently I'm a moron for trying to do my job. Some angel and her boyfriend, both of whom look like they're barely out of diapers, wandered down a dark alley. How was I supposed to tell that she was some ultra-powerful thing? She looks like a baby!" Flynn stopped abruptly and glanced at the ceiling as if expecting something to happen. "Okay, no smiting. We're good." He focused on her, his gaze appreciative as much as it was pained. "You look good." [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY hotel in front of Letty's door, Las Vegas, Nevada. Outfit: Green jacket, plaid, jeans and boots. Music: Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones Notes: He may be a tiny bit light-headed. [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Take me away, a secret place, a sweet escape, take me away.

"Okay, just be gentle." Letty instructed, holding her breath as he removed his shirt, wincing every step of the way. Men. Always so determined to do everything for themselves. She swiftly retreated to the dresser, gathering a duffle bag which was chalked full of basic supplies and mini-kits for burns, stitches, and the like.

Flynn was shirtless by the time she turned back toward him. As she made her way back over to the chair he was seated in, she couldn't deny that she found the abundantly masculine hunter attractive. He loomed over Letty, which was an instant turn on. The blonde stood just over 6 feet, so it wasn't typical for her to find men taller than she was. And that body... God. What is with me today? I'm supposed to be a professional. She scolded herself, forcing her eyes to fixate on Flynn's face.

"Don't apologize." She shook her head, smiling. "It's what I'm here for." She moved closer to him and stuffed gauze into the deeper shoulder wound. The shallow slice just below his ribs was a quick fix, an alcohol wash and some liquid stitches would do the trick. "Besides, I don't mind when you bother me." Pausing she added, "this is going to sting." Without hesitation, she squirted her bottle of sanitation grade alcohol wash over his side, cleansing the areas before applying the liquid stitches. She had finished up the slice on his side by the time he ended his story. "An angel, huh? Still hard to believe they're just out and about, walking among us now."

Shaking her head, she thought of her mother. The woman who had insisted Letty and Jeremy attend church each and every Sunday, even if that meant 10 year old Jeremy carrying Letty three blocks to the local mass. Their mom would have loved to've lived to see an angel...

She was brought back to reality by Flynn's compliment, or at least, what she took as a compliment. She blushed slightly, hoping he hadn't noticed. "Thanks, you too. Minus the blood and guts." There was a lot of blood. That stab to the shoulder had sunk in pretty deep, and the blood that had gushed from it tie-dyed the rest of his tanned skin. She carefully removed the gauze she had stuck in the wound to hold off the blood, and inspected the puncture. Luckily, it hadn't severed any of the vital veins or arteries.

"You really should be more careful, Flynn." She told him light heartedly, knowing the chances of him taking her advice were slim to none. "This one will require actual stitches." Frowning, she bent to pick up her stitch-kit. After about ten minutes, the stitches were complete and the liquid stitches were cemented. Letty sprayed both the wounds with alcohol wash again before reaching for a pack of bandages. "Um, do you want to shower first? I don't mind, really. And the showers here are amazing." Tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear she finished by saying, "I can leave, if that's more comfortable for you."

Somehow she doubted modesty was very high on his list of attributes, but she figured it was polite to offer him privacy. Looking down at her own attire, she noticed a few streaks of Flynn's blood had caught her white shirt. Unbuttoning it as she awaited his answer, she walked to the opposite side of her spacious room and dropped the blood-stained top into the laundry basket. Deciding to forgo her swim, and change out of her suit. But, that would of course require being free from Flynn's wandering eyes.


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Location: Her hotel room, NYNY casino, Las Vegas.
Emotions: Nothing in particular.
Outfit: Baby blue bikini.
Notes: Minding her manners.

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[Flynn Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] LocatioIt was impossible not to notice Letty was checking him out, despite the pain he was in. Hell, she was a highly attractive woman, he was flattered that, even under the circumstances, she still found him appealing. Her eyes jumped back to his face and he hid the amusement under the very real pain. She was still so very scantily clad that it was rather hard not to notice that, but he kept his eyes above her shoulders. Years of practice and strength of will lent him the power to do this, especially with her so close, working over him. He groaned when she stuffed gauze into the shoulder wound, but kept still so she could do what was needed. Alcohol washed out the wound on his side, and he grit his teeth. It stung, but he said not a word about it. "I agree completely. I haven't run across many of the damn things, but what I have seen I haven't been very fond of. They, as a general rule, have sticks shoved up their asses. She didn't, but that somehow made her just as...unfun." Flynn chuckled darkly. "Yes, without all the red stuff, I'm a real Prince Charming." He managed a smile, fleeting though it was. "I am very careful, sweets. But sometimes they're faster than me." His next smile was grim. "One day, I'll be too slow and I won't come stumbling into your hotel room to ruin your carpet with my blood. It's just the truth of huners. Not all of us who make it. And those who do, are usually broken by the life." While he'd talked, she'd stitched and the distraction helped. Letty removed her shirt and Flynn was greeted to a whole lot of skin and a not a lot of cloth covering the smooth planes of her frame. Trying to remain gentlemanly, he stood up and cleared his throat gruffly. "Yeah, I'll take that shower. Although...My shirt isn't much good anymore." He glanced at his jeans and decided he'd just have to put them back on. "Letty, I'm pretty sure I only got in here because of that angel. But if I try to walk through the lobby shirtless with blood all over my jeans, I won't get far. I need a way out. To go back. That or a I need a change of clothes." He stretched, feeling his spine pop back into alignment. "Shower time, serious now. I need it, badly. Hot water, sore body. Now." With a sly smile in her direction, he disappeared into her bathroom and closed the door, for the protection of her innocent eyes. Once alone, he stripped, slowly and painfully. Although she'd patched up, he still ached. Turning the water on, it wasn't long before he was under the spray. He was pleasantly surprised that the shower head was actually high enough on the wall to be of use to him, too. Flynn allowed himself about twenty minutes. When he climbed out, smelling of hotel soap, he snatched one of the tiny white towels and tied it around his waist. Opening the door, he searched the room for Letty, wondering what she'd done while he'd been cleaning off.n: NYNY hotel in front of Letty's door, Las Vegas, Nevada. Outfit: Green jacket, plaid, jeans and boots. Music: Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones Notes: SEXYTOWEL! [/style]

[Dr. Violet Halvoni]

Take me away, a secret place, a sweet escape, take me away.

It seemed that Flynn was discussing his needs out loud, as a way to organize his thoughts, rather than actually addressing Letty. But, she nodded as he spoke his way into the bathroom, tipping her head to the side discretely to keep her view through the quickly closing door, as long as she possibly could. Once the familiar click of the lock sounded, she pulled loose the strings of her bikini and tossed them nonchalantly on the surface of the bed. She dressed quickly in her typical casual attire, and headed down to the main floor of the hotel, rushing to get back before Flynn completed his shower.

As she turned into the Soho Village, she entered the first shop that appeared to sell clothing. Not wasting any time, she grabbed the first men's shirt she came across, in a size large enough to cover his long torso and defined muscles. Unfortunately for him, Letty hadn't the slightest idea how men's sizing worked, so she had to purchase athletic pants rather than a pair of his signature worn out jeans. Just as she was about to check out, she realized he would most likely need underwear. Well shit, this is awkward. Not knowing whether Flynn struck her as a boxer, briefs, or boxer-briefs kind of man, she added a package of each to her purchase and made her way back up to her room, with plenty of time to spare.

She set the bag of clothing beside the bikini she'd left sitting on the bed, and stood in the center of the room for a few moments before heading over to the night stand, where her laptop was charging. Unplugging it from the wall, she sat on the bed and logged onto her instant messenger, pleased to see that Rin was online. They chatted back and forth for the remainder of Flynn's shower.

As the water went quiet she invited Rin out to Vegas, and logged off. Setting the laptop back in it's place. The bathroom door swung open within moments of the water having shut off, and there he stood. Tall and dark, his tanned, toned body dripping with water and smelling of lotus petals and seagrass., wearing the itty, bitty hotel towel. Oh, for Christ's sake... she thought to herself. Clearing her throat to draw his attention, she motioned towards the bag beside her. "I went down and got some clothes, nothing fancy, but it'll do."

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Location: Her hotel room, NYNY casino, Las Vegas.
Emotions: Slightly awed.
Outfit: Baby blue bikini.
Notes: Flynn is sexy in anything.

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