The Rose And The Thorn

"What's the matter, flower?"

Allison Watson sang softly in her posh, English lilt while she cradled Lu Jiao Jocelyn's head in her lap. She sat with her legs neatly crossed on the plush love seat in her private dressing room, with the tattooed Chinese-Aussie laying across her. She idly stroked the younger girl's spiky black hair with one hand, and traced the fingers of her other hand down along her silhouette.

"You know I can tell..."

It was the strangest arrangement, the two of them together without trading veiled barbs, but stranger still was that it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Allison lacked almost entirely the capacity to care for someone. She only manipulated the emotions of others for her own amusement, she didn't stroke them and sooth them. She had all the wrong tools, but as far as she could tell... the result was the same.

"...And you know you can tell me."

Jocelyn sighed as Allison spoke. She wasn't even sure how she ended up like this. In this position with her head on Allison's lap, with her in general, in Japan, Jocelyn had no clue. She knew that Allison didn't care about her. She was just being used, but she felt the same. If she didn't, she could just use others like she had with Mei-Li and Yi Lan.

"That twat's finally gone. Guess she got sick of me constantly not bein there." Jocelyn shrugged a bit. "Fuck that cunt. She just couldn't wait to make a fuckin scene and try and hurt me. Heh... she said I'd never know real happiness."

Jocelyn smiled. "Well, neither will she... now." Jocelyn paused. "What about you? All that shite's pretty fuckin stupid, huh?"

"Mmmm..." Allison cooed. "She tried to hurt you? It sounds like she may have succeeded..."

Allison brushed Jocelyn's hair back and then gently placed her hand against the girl's cheek, so that their eyes met. "She's beneath you. Don't clutter your mind with that small-minded child," she assured her. "Besides... aren't I enough?"

"She fuckin didn't!" Jocelyn growled, lifting her head up to stare at Allison as the Brit's hand commanded. "I was havin some fun and she ruined it... That's it."

"Yeah, you are..." Jocelyn's hand came up and she slipped her fingers through Allison's short locks. "I don't give a shite about what this is, it's what I want. It's good for me, even if it's bad. Even if you don't care. Cause..."

Jocelyn tugged on Allison's hair and kissed her jaw. "I said fuck that twat." She growled. "But you've still got that seppo knockin at your door."

Allison closed her eyes and let Jocelyn tug on her hair, and accepted her kiss. She slid her thumb across her lips and tightened her grip on Jocelyn's hair for a brief moment.

"Yes, I do, don't I..." She mused. Her lips curled to show a slight glint of a smile. "But imagine all the ways we could convince her to reconsider..."

She breathed an airy, intoxicating laugh and leaned back against the love seat. "Jocelyn, I can't pretend to be anything other than what I am, but I want you to know that I do care for you, as... difficult as that may be to understand."

There was a gleam in Jocelyn's eye as she spoke. She grinned and hissed through her teeth as her own hair was tugged. The pain was there but gentle and nurturing.

"If you pretended, then I'd fuck you up." Jocelyn retorted in her thick accent. "But, you don't have to say it..." Jocelyn's cheeks were rosy. "It's bonzah, just the way it is. We're both pretty fucked up and probably broken in some way. Maybe me more than you." She shrugged. "Maybe you more than me. I don't fuckin know or care. I'm doing what I want and this is what I've wanted since we first met. This... fuckin ... fucked up whatever." She said and tugged her hair free, growling through the pain.

She bit down against Allison's shoulder roughly, but without leaving a mark. "You haven't had a match in a while. Me either. We're gonna be rusty fuckin cunts if we just sit around like this." She said and laughed.

"Mmm..."

Allison's hand wandered down to Jocelyn's waist while the girl explored her body with her teeth. She had to admit to loving the sensation of having someone use their mouth anywhere below her neck. It felt so... servile.

"I... That problem may be solved already. For me, anyway, though you're more than welcome to watch..."

She pulled Jocelyn so that her body was more in front of her and slipped her fingers into her short, black hair. She took a firm, unyielding grip and guided Jocelyn's face into her chest, and with her other hand she pushed one strap of her silk, wine-red slip off of her shoulder.

Jocelyn hissed again when she was roughly yanked down to Allison's chest. She bit down on the breast almost as soon as it was exposed and nibbled her way down the round orb, bringing her hands up to help the woman finish her endeavors and get a firm grip on both of Allison's large breasts.

Jocelyn gnashed and licked at the flesh like a dog. She WAS a dog. She had allowed Allison to put a collar on her and she liked it. Whoever said being a pet was a bad thing had never owned one. She was fed and paid attention to and played with. She was taken care of, even if sometimes she was kicked. However, even the abuse had become welcomed and while Jocelyn was a pet, she also wasn't docile or domesticated. Allison had trapped a wild dingo, one who didn't have a problem biting if its fur was stroked against the grain.

"I'll watch." Jocelyn said between hungry bites and suckles. "Maybe I'll have some fun when you're through." She added.

Allison's lip curled into a snarl of a smile as she allowed Jocelyn's aggressive affections. She dragged her fingernails down the back of Jocelyn's neck to her back, not too hard, but hard enough to leave faint red trails on her skin.

"Mmmm..." She purred. "And I'll watch that, as well."

She repositioned Jocelyn enough to allow herself to stand up, and moved to her wardrobe with slinky, feminine steps. "Oh, the things we'll see..." She mused, as she let her silk slip drop to the floor, revealing the whole of her magnificent naked body before she got dressed.

"Now that we're together."