Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

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Relena came awake with no clear idea of where she was. Her muzzy vision saw nothing but a blurry expanse of white wall. Blinking hard to clear her eyes, she tried to turn her head to see more of her surroundings.
That simple motion revealed several things to her. The first was that her arms were suspended above her, supporting her slumped figure in a semi-standing position, and her shoulders ached abominably. The second, which she discovered when she tried to groan in discomfort, was that she was gagged.
For a moment, Relena felt a severe deja vu -- this was frighteningly reminiscent of when the Bartons had drugged her. Another kidnapping? She was still in her cotton nightgown, the sleeves bunched up around her upper arms and the hem trailing on the floor.
Gathering her efforts, she struggled to her feet -- and it was a struggle, as she made another discovery; some kind of rope around her ankles attached her to the floor, feet about a foot apart.. She managed to stand, taking the weight off her shoulders, and got a better look at her surroundings. No bedroom, this time; it was a small, bare room with whitewashed walls and an unfinished ceiling. The chain that bound her hands went up into that ceiling and disappeared. There was a door in the opposite wall, but no windows.
Not that she could reach that door, anyway. Her cold fingers groped for the manacles on her wrists, and encountered something that she thought might have been the lock. If only she had the tools, or the knowledge, to open such locks; she couldn't count on Heero or Une or the others to rescue her this time.
A sound from nearby startled her, and the chain jerked loose from her tenuous grasp. The latch on the doorknob rattled, and Relena took a deep breath through her nose, straightening the best she could and lifting her head proudly to meet her abductor.
The door swung open, and Relena's eyes flew wide. She couldn't contain the disbelieving gasp that flew from her as a familiar figure stepped into the doorway.
Dorothy Catalonia!
For a moment, wild hope flared in her heart, certain that Dorothy... a sometime ally, if not a friend, and a respected opponent... was here to help her escape. The thought fled just as briefly, as Dorothy stepped into the room and calmly closed the door behind her, replaced with the thought that Dorothy was allied with her kidnappers... and then she took in the outfit that the girl -- woman? -- was wearing, and felt nothing but confusion.

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Dorothy folded her arms, and the red leather gloves that covered her arms up to her elbows creaked and whispered against each other. A long, narrow line of black snaked down from the handle she held in her left hand, following the lines of the red bodysuit that clung to her form. The material was startlingly, shockingly crimson against her pale skin, revealing far more than it concealed. She was already a tall woman, but made more so by the four-inch stilleto heels of the black boots. They rang against the floor as she slowly circled the room, her piercing blue eyes raking up and down Relena's form.
She smiled, like a child who'd gotten exactly what they wanted on their birthday, as completed her circuit and stopped in front of Relena. Relena didn't bother trying to speak through the gag, letting her eyes show all the raging questions inside them. Dorothy's smile only widened, though, as she raised one gloved hand to trace a finger down Relena's face.
"Exquisite," she sighed. "Relena-sama, you really are beautiful."
Despite herself, a blush rose in Relena's cheeks at those words; forgetting the gag, she tried to ask "What?" but it came out muffled and indistinct.
The red-gloved finger continued its path, tracing down Relena's cheek and jaw to her neck, stopping to hook over the neck of the nightgown. "But this will never do," she murmured, fingering the blue cotton.
Ignoring Relena's growing flush and muffled protests, Dorothy methodically began to unbutton the nightgown, pulling the edges apart as she went. When she reached the bottom of the row, at Relena's waist, she paused a moment, then took hold of both sides of the fabric and ripped it apart at the seam.
Glancing up at Relena's face, Dorothy saw that the girl had given up trying to protest and was now glaring angrily at her, despite the burning blush in her cheeks. The slight widening of her smile was Dorothy's only response, as she straightened, then pushed the fabric off of Relena's shoulders so the garment hung loose down her back.
Only then, did she calmly reach up and remove the gag from Relena's mouth. "You may speak now," she said, her musical voice as clear and mocking as ever.
"Dorothy," Relena acknowledged her steadily, her expression controlled but for the blush. "Release me."
Ripples of motion travelled through the platinum hair as Dorothy shook her head.
Relena took a deep breath. "Let me go, Dorothy."

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"No." Dorothy ran one hand over Relena's bare shoulder, then up the underside of her outstretched arm. "Not until you understand."
Relena shivered at the touch, her heart beating fast. Her hands felt cold and clammy. "Understand what?"
Though she still smiled, ice seemed to creep over Dorothy's expression. "Until you understand the beauty in violence and pain."
Relena shuddered. "You won't get away with this," she said in a low voice. She felt her heart accelerating, beyond her control. She had been helpless before, but never like this -- trapped, yes, but never vulnerable in this way. Never this... intimate. Even if it had been a stranger standing before her, in this same position, she would have more defenses against him than against this pale woman who was so familiar. She had known Dorothy from since the war, and the girl had confused her from the start. She was someone that Relena could not define. Could not understand. Could not control.
"Oh, but I will." Casually, Dorothy slid the braided whip in her left hand through her right, in long, slow, sensual strokes. "You sleep alone, after all, and no-one saw you taken away. You have no meetings tomorrow; no-one will miss you until late the next day. And that's more than enough time for what I need."
"You can't kill me." Relena's chin rose, defiant. "And you can't keep me hidden forever. They'll come looking for me eventually. And I'll make sure that everyone knows about you."
Again, Dorothy slowly shook her head, that strange smile back. "No, Relena-sama, I don't think you will."
Without waiting for an answer, she turned away from Relena and walked behind the prisoner. Craning her neck, Relena tried to see behind her; there was a tangle of chains descending from the ceiling, and varying sizes of wooden boards. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dorothy hook one of the chains through a metal ring set at one end. Twisting her neck, Relena traced the chain upwards to where it looped over some kind of pulley system.
Relena was distracted as Dorothy walked back in front of her. She opened her mouth to say something, to demand a further explanation from her... enemy? Her captor. But her words were lost in a strangled squeak as Dorothy casually stooped in front of her and reached between her legs, taking hold of the end of bar and passing it between her legs.
Dorothy looked up, searching