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Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 23 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 03:10:01 -0400
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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS OF _Jason and Kylie, Naked In School_:

You may or may not be aware, but Shalon broke his arm in two places three weeks ago; Jason and Kylie is temporarily on hold (he had a nice cushion built up on Pandora's Box, which is why he switched to that. Please see http://playground.pele.cx for details, including news on when Jason and Kylie will return.

If you have any questions, please email us, or visit our forums at http://playground.pele.cx/forums and ask.
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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS WHO DON'T LIKE M/M SCENES:

You want to either make it through the upcoming M/M scene (next chapter, IIRC) or skip to the end, because the scene after that involves Pandora, a bottle of lube, and a latex catsuit that fits perfectly.

Meow.

And a blindfold.

(And I promise, not all of our stories are MM; we've only got three, in fact, which are. It's just that somehow those three (Pandora's Box, Prudence, and Jason and Kylie (to a very small degree -- two scenes) ended up being some of the first ones we posted.

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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://pandora.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
Pandora and our other stories. 

Comments *greatly* appreciated.

Enjoy,

Velvet
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Gabriel turned Pandora slightly and kissed her, hard. "God, pet. That
was... that was _wonderful_."

She didn't respond, just kind of hung there in his arms, limp and helpless,
still shuddering slightly.

Gabriel sat down on the bench, pulling her onto his lap sideways. "I love
you."

Pandora tucked her feet up, curling up tightly on his lap, and shuddered
again as the latex tightened against her crotch. "Ohhh!"

He chuckled. "Want me to unlace the gloves for you?"

She shivered against him, turning her head to tuck it against his chest,
and didn't answer.

The feelings radiating from her were complex, and thoroughly unfamiliar.
She lay shivering in his lap, and he realized with a bit of a shock that
even though her orgasm was past, her mind was still in much the same state
that it was when she was trembling on the edge of coming... he could still
have whatever he wanted from her without even the tiniest thought of
protest. She couldn't answer his question, because thinking about it was
too complex an action, and even if she could she couldn't make the
decision; she was so completely focused on his will that her own was so
deeply suppressed as to be non-existent. It didn't seem to be an
unwillingly inflicted feeling, though... frightening, overwhelming, more
intense than anything she'd ever felt... but willingly embraced.

Gabriel held her, stroking her hair, and didn't ask her anything else.
Instead, he simply cuddled her as closely to him as possible, perfectly
content to wait until she felt like moving or Chris or Angel asked them to
let them have their fitting room back.

Slowly, very slowly, she calmed, her whirling emotions coming closer to her
normal state, her breathing growing more regular and her trembling easing
up. But still she said nothing, just lay against him, quiet and still.

Once she was still and calm, Gabriel began to gently undo the laces on her
gloves, loosening them in slow, easy amounts until he could remove them
completely. Then he reached for the blindfold. "I love you, pet," he said.
"But it's time to come back now. Come on back to me, love." He removed the
lock from the hasp, and held the blindfold by the straps. "Cover your eyes
so it doesn't hurt."

She whimpered slightly, and he could feel the pang of fear and the strange
sadness that filled her. But she obeyed.

Gabriel gently removed the blindfold from her eyes, sliding it out from
under her hands. "I love you, pet. Thank you."

She shuddered and collapsed against him, her hands over her eyes.
"Ohhhhhh..." She moaned, then sobbed, curling up in a little ball on his
lap.

Gabriel pulled her against him, tightly. "It's okay, love. I'm here. It's
okay."

"Oh god... oh... oh god," she whispered, shuddering again and again, and
reached for him, burying her face against his chest. 

Gabriel stroked her hair, holding her close. "It's okay. I love you."

"I... I... I couldn't stop!" She moaned, the sound one of complete
confusion. "I couldn't stop, couldn't... couldn't come out of it."

"I know. But it's okay. It's okay, love."

"Only b-because you... you didn't... you were careful. B-but I c-couldn't
have told you no." She shivered convulsively. "No matter what. Y-you could
have done _anything_, and... and I couldn't have said a word."

"I know. I don't understand what happened... but I'll take care of you, no
matter what. I promise." He held her close. "I promise. And if... if you
don't want to do that sort of thing again, I understand."

"No! That's not what I meant! Oh god, I do. I _do_. So much. It's just...
I... I don't understand at all, and when I think of what could h-happen..."
She tightened her arms around him convulsively, terrified. "I... I want to
go home," she whispered brokenly. "Please... please can we go home?"

"Of course, love. If that's what you want, we can go home." He kissed her
gently. "But nothing could happen. I wouldn't let it. I'm fairly sure I
could have jerked you out of it, but I was afraid it would be... jarring.
But if I'd needed to, I would have. You're safe."

"I... I know you wouldn't let me get hurt on purpose," she said. "B-but if
I can't _tell_ you, how could you know you were hurting me?" She drew up
tightly on his lap. "I'm scared," she whispered, "scared of what I might
be. And... and I need to... to be somewhere safe right now. Please?"

"Of course, love," he said. "Let me pay for our stuff, and we can go.
Just... tell me what you think you might be?"

"I don't even know," she said quietly. "Just... not what or who I thought I
was."

"Okay, love." He kissed her again. "You okay by yourself while I go pay?"

She shivered again, but nodded. "m'k."

Gabriel hugged her, then carefully set her on the bench beside him before
walking out to the counter to pay.

Chris was nowhere in sight, but Angel was behind the counter, still looking
a bit uncertain himself.

"Visa okay?" Gabriel said, pulling out his card. "Listen... lemme give you
my number in case something comes up, okay?" He handed the card to Angel,
and wrote his number down on the offered piece of paper. "There. If we
don't make it tonight, give me a call." He hesitated. "She's a little
freaked by how much she enjoyed herself. I don't think she expected that."

Angel ran a hand through his hair. "I know how she feels."

Gabriel gave him a wry look. "Believe me, I know _ALL_ about suddenly
discovering you aren't necessarily who you thought you were."

Angel rang the clothes up and swiped the card, handing it back to Gabriel.
The total revealed on the screen was quite high... the cat-suit alone had
been $200.

Gabriel tucked the card away and signed the slip. "Thanks."

Angel smiled weakly. "You, too."

Gabriel walked back to the fitting room. "Ready, love?"

Pandora looked up at him, still looking small and lost, and tried to smile.
"Yes," she said softly, reaching out for him.

Gabriel took her hand. "Come on, love. We'll go home."

She stood and pressed against him, wrapping her arm around his waist and
staying close as they left the store. She didn't say a word, and seemed to
want to hide more than anything else, keeping her face turned down and
towards him.

"Love... there's nothing to be ashamed of. You have nothing to hide," he
said.

She flushed guiltily. "I'm not ashamed," she said, but there was little
conviction in her tone.

Gabriel stopped, looking down at her. "Aren't you?"

"I..." She dropped her eyes. "Okay, maybe I am," she admitted reluctantly.

"Why, love?" he asked quietly. "You didn't do anything wrong. You really
_didn't_. Nothing. You didn't expect to do it, or like it, but you've never
tried anything like this before, and knowing what I do about your life...
when I think of it, I don't think you _could_ have known you'd like it."

She bit her lip and refused to look up at him. "I don't know _how_ I feel
about it, yet. I can't just... just say it's okay just because you say so,
there's more to it than that. I need time to think."

"Love, it wasn't wrong. It might be wrong for _you_, and if that's the
case, then you've learned something. But it wasn't wrong."

"I didn't say it was," she said. "I'm not saying you... we did anything
_wrong_, it's just... I don't know how I feel about it. And until I do,
then I don't really know if I have anything to be ashamed of or not."

Gabriel nodded. "Okay, love. I just..." He sighed. "I don't like the idea
of you hurting."

"Gabriel, _life_ hurts," she said, sounding a touch amused, a touch
exasperated. "That's just the way it is. If you take any chances at all,
you risk getting hurt. But... some things are worth it."

He squeezed her hand. "That doesn't mean I have to _like_ it."

She stopped, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning against him for
a moment, the latex slick against his skin where the leather vest was open.
"I love you," she murmured with a little sigh. "C'mon... let's go home."

Gabriel nodded. "Let's go home."

On the drive home, Pandora curled her feet up in the seat and leaned
against the door, staring out the window but not really seeing anything.
She was silent, deep in thought.

As the pulled into the drive, he glanced at her worriedly, and frowned as
he noticed that she was looking rather flushed and ill, a light sweat on
her brow. Then, after he parked in the garage and they stepped out into the
enclosed, unairconditioned space, she actually gasped, reaching for the
side of the truck as she swayed in the sudden heat.

"Love? Are you okay?"

"Ugh. _Hot_. Ohhh god I'm dizzy..."

Gabriel frowned. "We need to get you inside, come on." He opened the door
to the rest of the house, then rushed back to her. "Can you walk?"

She swayed on the spike heels and started to shake her head, but when the
move made her dizzier, she just groaned instead, closing her eyes.

Gabriel picked her up, carrying her into the house. He frowned worriedly.
"Are you okay, love?"

Her skin was red and splotchy, and she looked dazed. "I... sorry. Didn't
think. B-better now."

"We need to get you cooled down." He carried her into the bathroom, turning
the shower on lukewarm. "Do you think you can stand up?"

She was mostly limp in his arms, eyes half-closed, and didn't answer beyond
a slight whimper.

He frowned. "Better idea." He sat her in the tub and started it filling
with lukewarm water, then took the hand-held sprayer and began spraying her
down.

"Mmmm..." She stretched out, sliding down in the tub to lay in the bottom.

As the water rose around her, Pandora opened her eyes, some of the redness
leaving her face. She sat up, arching her back to bring her head beneath
the cool spray. "God... I feel like _shit_. I've never been so hot in my
_life_. No wonder Mom wouldn't let me go out in the sun!"

Gabriel shook his head. "It's my fault, I think. Apparently I have a higher
tolerance for heat than I used to, so I didn't think to turn on the AC in
the car. I'm sorry, love."

"I know I got awfully warm under the lights, but... well... Mother doesn't
allow anything that might mess up my skin, so they brought in fans and iced
drinks enough that it was just uncomfortable. I didn't realize it could
make me _sick_," she said, looking rather annoyed. "I thought she was
just... paranoid about going out in the heat. I didn't realize it could
_hurt_ me. I mean, other people do it, don't they?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. But if you aren't used to it, it can make you sick
easily -- you need to build up to it."

"I guess... I usually just smear on a lot of sunscreen and don't wear much
out in the summer, when I'm allowed to leave the house. I guess that long
sleeves was a bad idea. I'm sorry, love," she said. "I feel like an idiot."

"No, love. If I'd thought to turn on the AC, you'd have been okay." He
sighed. "I didn't realize my heat tolerance had gone up."

She sighed. "I wonder how many other things have changed that we just don't
know about yet?"

He shook his head. "I have... no idea." He sighed. "It's not what you don't
know that gets you, it's what you don't know you don't know."

She sat up in the tub, water flowing off of her, and smiled at him. "It's
okay. I'm better now. Still kinda queasy, but okay."

Gabriel relaxed slightly. "Okay, love."

She looked down, shy again. "Can I get out now?" she asked quietly.

"Of course." He hesitated. "Do you... um... need to be alone for a while?
To think?"

She looks confused for a minute. "I... don't know? Part of me thinks 'yes,
definitely' but the rest... doesn't want to be left alone."

"Whatever you need, love. Um... would you just like me to do something on
the computer and cuddle you while you think?" he asked.

Pandora looked up at him hopefully. "If you wouldn't mind? And... can I..."
She bit her lip, looking away again.

"Anything, love."

"I... can I change clothes? It'll be hours before the clubs are really full
and I can get it back on if it's what you want me to wear out..." She
looked worried. "If you don't think it'd be hot enough to make me go all
wussy again, I mean."

"I think it was the drive home without the AC on, love, not the latex," he
said.

Pandora stepped out of the tub and unzipped the cat-suit, but it took
Gabriel's help to actually get her out of it and the tightly laced little
boots. Once it was off, she hung it over the towel rack to dry and crawled
back in the tub, washing the sweat from her body with the cool water,
practically purring as she did so.

That was enough to cool her down to the point where her nipples were
crinkling in the air-conditioning again, and she was happy to be wrapped in
a huge fluffy towel when she crawled out the second time. Keeping it
wrapped around her, she followed him shyly out of the bathroom.

The bedroom, with its recent memories, Gabriel concluded, would probably
not be the best place for her, so he carried his laptop into the den and
settled on the comfortable couch in front of the fireplace. Cuddling the
huge towel over her like a blanket, she curled up against him, her head
resting on his thigh, most of her hidden under the soft terry-cloth.

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