Boring, Boring, Boring...

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She was glad he wasn't planning on trying anything and continued to wash down her belly. She wanted to clean inside her underwear, since it was all sitting in the bloody water, but felt uncomfortable doing it in front of him. She peaked over her shoulder at him and then stuck the cloth down her front to give it a wash, but when she turned around to do the same to her rear with a little privacy she noticed him playing around inside his shorts.

Alyson actually blushed and turned her hear away, giving her butt a quick wash before turning away again. She pretended she didn't notice him touching himself, unsure if he was cleaning his privates or just giving it a good tug.

She tried not to think about it as she turned away, lifting her left leg on the tubs side, her back facing him, and scrubbing her legs thoroughly. She wanted to make sure she was completely clean, not wanting to climb into bed with any blood on her. the thought made her feel ill.

Before she knew it the water was suddenly spraying on her and she gasped, not expecting it. "Are you done yet?" He asked and her head, bowed from scrubbing her foot, came at perfect eye level to catch a glimpse inside his shorts.

The last thing she expected to see in that moment was his dick, and she gasped again, standing up too quickly, her balance thrown from her foot being up. The soapy tub just didn't have the friction she needed to get a solid foot hold and she ended up twisting and falling on the edge of the tub in a sitting position, but she didn't stop there. Her entire body slid down into the tub, putting her in a reclined position at his feet, which she wasn't sure if she'd kicked out from under him or not. She couldn't even look seeing as the water was no spraying directly into her eyes.

Alyson let out a yelp and then held her hands up to try and stop the water from pounding her face, her curly hair dripping with water and suds. "Ah! turn the wat..it's in my fa...stop it!! Stop the water!"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian didn't take notice that Alyson had seen down the front of his boxers when he was rinsing himself off. But the events that unfolded next were unexpected and even took Sebastian by surprise. Somehow Alyson had managed to twist and slip in the tub and fell. His eyes actually widened as he was startled and was about to take a step back but she sliding down further and was going to hit his feet. And for the first time he thought that maybe he ought to get a slip guard for the bottom of the tub as his feet slipped from under him and his feet slipped around the tub. He managed to get one foot up and out of the tub and stuck it up on the ledge of the tub and his hands flew out wildly and he managed to catch himself on the sides of the tub.

"Ah! turn the wat..it's in my fa...stop it!! Stop the water!"

Sebastian was trying to catch his balance and looked down at her while she tried to use her hands to keep the water out of her face. He managed to get himself upright again, his feet spread apart as he kept himself up and he reached for the water nozzles and turned them both down cutting off the water. "What the hell are you trying to do?" He grumbled in a quiet voice, not really sounding too mad but just demanding an answer.

His one foot seemed to have stopped her and was stuck between her legs while the other was up and he looked almost like he was making the 'Captain Morgan' pirate pose. He wiped some water out of his face and shook his head causing water to go flying out of his hair. He wasn't sure where exactly to put his foot so he just sort of stood there looking down at her and rolled his eyes before a sly grin crept over his face when he actually looked at how she was laying there.

"You know if you had an itch that you needed scratched all you had to do was ask. And the bed might be a better suited location. Oh, and of course I have better body parts that will scratch that itch better than my foot." He leaned to the side and let his elbow rest on his bent knee and chuckled a little to himself. He knew she wasn't interested in having sex with him although he definitely was with her. He had actually hoped a boob would have popped out by now but he had no such luck.

"Come on. I think we're done with the shower anyway. It's time to get in bed." He instructed to her and extended the hand that wasn't leaning on his leg to her so he could help her up. Although she looked incredible sexy lying there the way that she was and he could feel himself getting a little excited and found himself trying to adjust himself quickly.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Her mouth gaped open. "Really?" She asked, annoyed. She waved her hands around, ready to start freaking out about him flashing her, but she could clearly see from his facial expression that he didn't try anything funny. He would have asked something different, or apologized, or... wait. Would he apologize?

She looked up at him bashfully and shook her head. "I lost my footing." She grumbled, huffing afterwards. He looked silly in the pose he was in, but also extremely sexy. From below she could really admire his muscular body. His shorts hung low and she could see the V his muscles naturally made, pointing right down towards his...

She licked her lips and then turned red, shifting in the tub and realizing his foot was between her legs, making her turn an even brighter shade of red. She was beyond mortified. Not only did she suddenly find her captor to be amazingly stunning, but his foot was between her legs which wasn't helping her internal struggle to despise him completely.

"You know if you had an itch that you needed scratched all you had to do was ask. And the bed might be a better suited location..." She rolled her eyes, "Oh will you shut up." she grumbled as he continued. She knew where he was going with this. "Besides, even if you wanted to do anything, you're too fragile tonight. So I'm safe from you for another night." She reminded, not sure if she may have given him the idea that she was interested in doing something tomorrow night instead. Which she wasn't.

Was she?

She allowed him to help her out of the tub, careful not to put too much weight on him, knowing he was in pain. Her hair was clean from being splashed so much when she was on the ground and she wrung it out before stepping out of the tub and onto the bath mat. The mirror was still shattered, she noted as she reached for a towel, the cool hour giving her a chill as she wrapped it around herself, grabbing a second for her hair. When she turned to look at the man she'd bathed with she nearly toppled over again. He was drying himself off. Butt. Ass. Naked.

"Christ!" She snapped, turning away and practically storming from the bathroom. She didn't run away and suddenly he was okay flashing his junk around like it was a prized pig? She huffed, realizing deep down she was desiring the touch of a man, but not necessarily this one. He was beautiful, but he wasn't normal. Plus there was that whole little kidnapping thing.

Once in the room she moved to a corner she felt was hidden because of the piano, and pulled her soaking panties off and replaced them with new ones. She then slid the silk pants he'd brought her on, and pulled the towel away. Alyson slid a tank top over her wet bra and then undid the bra and slid it off before it could moisten the shirt.

She turned and watched as Sebastian took his sweet time in the room getting dressed, out for the whole world to see. "Can you please get dressed." She begged, pulling the towel off her hair though she continued to squeeze at it to get the water out. She moved away from the piano, trying not to look at him as she climbed into the bed, remembering she needed to go get his sister.

"Did you want me to get your sister yet?" She asked, desperate to not look at him, though in the end she gave in, her eyes flashing up to see him once more, ashamed at her own weird little desire to see him naked, even though she'd scolded him for it and had made such a fuss only a moment ago.

Maybe sleeping with him wouldn't be so bad... She inwardly yelled at herself for the thought. How could she think that?! He's holding you against your will! She reminded herself. But another part of her laughed. You had the chance to go but you stayed. Instead of fighting with herself she looked down at her cut. It was red, blood still surfacing but not dripping. It was like it was trying to close itself up, but it was too deep to do so on its own. She sighed. Maybe a bandaid or ten would work?

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Sebastian's reaction given by Sebastian in order to move thread along - power playing

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

As soon as Alyson had gotten out of the shower he had decided he'd had enough of his soaked boxer briefs and stripped them off of him and left them in a clump in the tub. He wasn't about to walk around in soaked underwear when he could just grab a towel and dry off. Naturally Sebastian was comfortable with his body and didn't feel like he had to hide anything so while he used a towel to dry himself off he let it all hang out.

"Christ!"

Alyson's outburst made him smile devilishly as he spoke, "you act like you've never seen someone naked before." He carefully ran the towel across his back so he didn't end up nicking any of the stitches that were in his back. He wanted to look in the mirror and see how his back was doing but he'd ended up breaking it just a few nights ago. His eyes moved over to Alyson once more and he was curious if she in fact had seen a naked man before. If she hadn't? Well then he'd never wear clothes again! He'd make sure she knew everything there was to know about the male body.

Sebastian went back to drying himself off and when he was happily dry he dropped the towel on the ground in the bathroom and walked right out. He stopped for a second and looked over to see what Alyson was doing and could see how uncomfortable his naked body made her.

"Can you please get dressed."

He smirked and strolled casually to his closet and went inside. There was a dresser inside and he opened the drawer that held all of his boxers and pulled out a clean pair of black boxer briefs and then threw them on. He looked around his closet curiously to see if there was anything else he wanted to wear and decided on a pair of nice flannel pajama bottoms. He'd never worn them before but they looked nice in a store and because he had the money he had bought them. He slipped them on but kept them low on his waste and then emerged out of the closet with only his upper body bare now. "Is this better?" He stretched his arms out to his sides and did a little turn as if he needed to show her what he'd chosen and get her approval but he didn't listen for it.

The Gargoyle moved toward the bed and pulled himself up onto the giant mattress and slumped in face first and let out a sigh of relief. Never had his bed felt so good as it did just then. The sheets soft against his chest and the scent delicious. He could even pick up the faint scent of Alyson in the pillows and that made him groan happily.

"Did you want me to get your sister yet?"

He'd completely forgotten about Alyson's arm in the moment and his sister. He'd forgotten about the time and forgotten about how he needed to be out of the room by the time the sun rose. Maybe he could just stay in the room as long as Prestine locked it. But then again there was nightfall and Alyson would see him as he changed with the departure of the sun.

"I want to rest. If she's going to come in here and torment me more with her talk about some pet then no, I don't want her. But you could tell her to get me before the sun comes up." He muttered into the pillow mostly before turning his head and trying to get Alyson into his line of sight without moving too much.

"Then come lay down with me. I want you close so I know you're safe." Sebastian had never been so protective of anyone the way he was of Alyson. He was unsure why he was though. She tested him too often and when she disobeyed he went into a fit of rage. Sebastian was just an angry person to begin with and she knew the right buttons to push. But when she was obedient he liked to be around her. And because she hadn't run when he was hurting he felt even more protective of the girl. He didn't want anyone near her who could potentially be a threat and he knew that included his sister if she was upset.

"Don't be too long." He mumbled and shut his eyes, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed. His back was already getting better, though he was physically exhausted. Alyson had been right when she said he was too fragile to try anything tonight. The very thought made him grin though. She was safe from him for another night.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She was glad when he got dressed, but didn't bother letting him in on the secret. She had, for the most part, been quiet that evening. So many thoughts spun in her mind, and there was that dull, throbbing ache in her arm. She knew she would be fine, and she knew she would have a scar, but it would be a great story for the kids someday.

Not Sebastian's kids.

Alyson was certain she could get herself out of the situation with a little time, but she promised herself once he let her free, they would end their contact. Maybe not immediately, but she intended to live her life. Or at least she liked promising herself this. It made her outcome seem less bleak when she thought of there being a light at the end of the tunnel.

"I want to rest. If she's going to come in here and torment me more with her talk about some pet then no, I don't want her. But you could tell her to get me before the sun comes up."

She pushed her thoughts aside. It wasn't that bad being wit him when he was like this. In fact, she sort of enjoyed seeing him laying there that way, so exhausted he couldn't think to do anything else. He seemed harmless and boyish, most of his smugness gone. "Then come lay down with me. I want you close so I know you're safe." A ghost of a smile spread over her lips, but she bowed her face so he wouldn't see. In a strange way she liked knowing she could be safe with him, even if she wasn't necessarily safe from him. He would protect her form the world, but who would protect her from him?

Alyson slide off the bed without a word and moved from the room. Her stomach gave a sharp grumble, realizing she hadn't really eaten since sometime in the afternoon. Supper had been ruined. Furthermore she didn't want either sibling touching the cut on her arm.

On the way to Prestine's room she stopped in the living room, which still had bloody pliers and a knife on the coffee table, drops of blood everywhere, the two bullets sitting on the table. He should be dead, she recalled. Alyson shoved the thought away and grabbed the first aid kit. She performed her own treatment, cleaning the wound with alcohol, which burned severely, then applying ointment and a bandage. She wrapped the bandage around her arm, careful as she did so. She didn't care if Sebastian assumed it was his sister who fixed her or knew it was her, but she wanted it covered and not by them. She didn't trust either of them to be delicate enough.

When she finished she went to Prestine's room, knowing it was her due to the warning she'd offered earlier. Alyson wondered what she was doing to the man behind he doors, but thought it was probably in her best interest to never, ever know. She was glad Sebastian owned her and not her.

She got a sick feeling in her stomach thinking anyone owned her. She wasn't a pet, as they liked to refer to their prisoners as. She was a person. People weren't pets! But they could be slaves.. her mind reminded and a chill ran down her spine. That didn't suit her, either. She knocked, and when the girl answered she offered Sebastian's instructions and she agreed. She was obviously too involved in whatever she was doing to her "pet" to want to come and help him anyway.

On the way back to her...Sebastian's room she stopped in the kitchen and searched around, knowing she was probably taking longer than he expected her to, but he could wait. She scrounged around for some food, but they didn't have much. It seemed the only things in the fridge were those he left in her room for meals during the day. She pursed her lips and pulled out the grapes and cheese, having had the same snack most days of the week. She sliced the cheese and found some crackers. She placed it all on a tray and at the last minute she went back and grabbed his liquor from under the sink. She could make him love her...

Lastly she grabbed the first aid kit, but that wasn't until she left the kitchen and was making her way back to the room, her hands full with supplies. "She said she would come dress your wounds before the sun came up." She said, coming into the room and nudging the door with her foot to shut it afterwards. She didn't want any of those boys screams to trail down the hall and into their room. she wasn't keen on listening to others moans of pleasure. Or were they pain? Alyson had the sick feeling they were both.

She slid onto the bed and relaxed, pushing the tray between them, the first aid kit off to the bottom, near their feet. "I brought something to eat, since we missed dinner." She told him in a soft voice, staring at the food and then pushing the liquor towards him. "You can thank me later." She taunted, hoping he didn't take that the wrong way. She didn't mean sexually. She would want something for being so cooperative, and when the time was right, she would ask for it, though she had no idea what she wanted. Maybe to go somewhere. Maybe to go alone. She knew he wouldn't allow that, not yet, if ever, but it was a nice thought. She reached for a cracker with cheese and popped it in her mouth. She was hungrier than she realized, and the food tasted better in that moment than it ever had before.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

When Alyson left the room Sebastian didn't bother to move a muscle but just laid there against his lush bed. Being what he was, naps weren't a big thing for him. It wasn't that he didn't like them it was just that he didn't need them. The only time he ever truly rested was when he was hurt and that was because it helped him get better quicker.

While he laid there he didn't know how much time had gone by since Alyson left the room but he'd managed to doze off. He didn't know how long he'd been napping when Alyson came back into the room and he slowly opened his eyes to see her climbing up into the bed.

"She said she would come dress your wounds before the sun came up."

He didn't know who she was talking about at first as he slowly rolled himself over to his side and propped himself up on an elbow and rubbed his face groggily. Prestine was who she was talking about. At least she was going to wait until closer to sunrise before she came in and bothered him and he was fine with that.

Sebastian finally looked up at Alyson for the first time since she came back into the bedroom and realized that she had her hands full of goodies. "I brought something to eat, since we missed dinner." He looked at the plate that held the cheese and crackers. He'd have to go out and get some more food, knowing that the fridge was practically bare. Then his eyes landed on something else that Alyson had brought in with her.

Alcohol.

He took the bottle when she offered it and as soon as the cap was off the bottle was up to his lips. It warmed going down and that was a nice feeling in the moment, knowing that if he just drank a little bit it would dull down the pain even more and then he'd truly be fine.

"You can thank me later."

His eyes trailed over to her as he took another hearty drink from the bottle and then pulled his mouth away so he could hold the alcohol out for her if she wanted some. "We'll see about that." Sebastian told her and his eyes revealed his joking manner. The girl had done a one-eighty that evening. He assumed it was because of their deal more than anything else. It wasn't that she cared about him, but because she knew if she pretended to then he might grow to care for her and then he'd let her go. That was the deal anyway.

It wasn't until just then that he noticed the bandage that was covering up Alyson's wound. He didn't know if his sister had helped or if Alyson had taken it upon herself to dress her wound but either way he was grateful. At least there wouldn't be blood all over the bed. Not that he cared much about that.

He grabbed at a slice of cheese but didn't touch the crackers and threw it into his mouth, pushing it to the side with his tongue and chewing. His grey eyes stayed on her, watching everything that she did. It was the first time that they relaxed in the bedroom without him losing his temper and breaking something. It was shaping out to be a better night than it was just an hour ago.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She watched him drink from the bottle like it was water, chugging to amber colored liquor without wincing. How on earth did he do that? She refused when he offered it to her, not interested in drinking much. Sure, it would help with her falling asleep, but she had a feeling she would have no problem going to sleep that night. As it was, her eyelids were almost heavy too heavy to keep open.

"We'll see about that." She didn't know if he was serious or teasing. She poked at the grapes, popping one in her mouth and chewing slowly as her eyes moved up to his. They were on her, staring.

His eyes were so pale. She'd never seen eyes like that on anyone before. They were deep, cool ice cubes, and she felt cold just staring into them. She didn't look away, though, as she realized they were staring at each other. It was almost as if she were telling him she wasn't afraid of him, though clearly she was. She would stand up to him. He could never make her submit to him completely, and she wouldn't be his pet. He could think what he wanted, but he would never completely take her free will. She thought these things as their eyes stayed locked silently, both of them laying on the bed together, their chests rising and dropping almost simultaneously.

She wasn't going to lose this battle of wills. She blinked and reached for another grape, pushing it into her mouth and chewing. It was sweet. Grapes had always been one of her favorites.

"This is better." She finally said after what seemed like hours, though had only likely been a few minutes. "I don't like you storming around like a lunatic, breaking windows or strangling me." She willed herself to keep his gaze, wanting to look away now, but not wanting to lose the unspoken contest between them. "Maybe you should get shot every night." a hint of a smile curled the corners of her lips. "You're more pleasant when you're in pain."

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian had the sudden feeling they were in a staring contest. As if Alyson was trying to prove that she could be an equal to him. Maybe that's what she thought but Sebastian knew that would never be the case. And while they stared each other down his lips curled up into his usual little smirk while his brows lowered over his eyes almost like he was brooding but wasn't at the same time. Sebastian could make the brooding look but it didn't work for him. He wasn't that serious all the time, although he'd seen plenty of others of his kind that were. He figured him and his sister were the exception to that rule.

"This is better."

Alyson finally said something to break the silence, but she didn't stop there. Oh no.

"I don't like you storming around like a lunatic, breaking windows or strangling me."

He didn't say a word but just kept his eyes on her the way that she was to him. He could really see her eyes now that she wasn't trying to look or back away from him. They appeared hazel, but he swore that they seemed to change depending on what she was wearing or the lighting of the room.

"Maybe you should get shot every night."

That comment didn't sit right with Sebastian and he felt himself heating up until she said that he was more pleasant when he was in pain. Then he brushed it off and raised his brows at her and gave her a sarcastic little eye roll. "Don't get too used to it. It doesn't happen too often. It was a first getting shot in the back. Usually its in the front and I can get them out myself." He told her and watched her expression to see if she showed any sign of confusion or curiosity. She'd asked him repeatedly what he was in different ways and he still wasn't going to answer her.

"And I only break things when I lose my temper. And you know exactly what buttons to push to set me off. So really I believe it's you who is to blame." He told her coolly and reached for one of the grapes and popped it into his mouth. Then he used the alcohol to wash the grape down with and was starting to feel much better from it.

"Now. Obviously I won't be going out to get you anything tonight, but tomorrow maybe. Do you like books? You're not one of those people who read Twilight, are you?" He rolled his eyes when he said the word 'Twilight'. It was a book the was just a disgrace that called itself a vampire book. Sebastian read from time to time but not often enough. Except he knew that all the women liked that stupid book these days. He'd been asked if he was a vampire a few times because of his pale skin. And know what he learned?

Women were stupid.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

"It was a first getting shot in the back. Usually its in the front and I can get them out myself." Her brows rose slightly, giving away she was considering what he said. Obviously he had been shot before, which was strange to her. Then again, he was strange, so it made complete sense, really.

In a weird way she was sort of glad she knew how to push his buttons and bring him to the brink. It made her feel powerful in a situation where she had very little power. She could still control his temper, and that sparked a little excitement in her gut. She could use it to her advantage. Her behavior had a direct correlation to his actions; if she did what he wanted and was kind he would do the exact same. If she refused to do what he wanted, he grew angry. If she was sarcastic, he did the same. If she loved him...

She stopped the thought there. No way. She couldn't just make herself love him, it didn't work that. Alyson had never loved anyone before and she wasn't going to start with this prick.

"Now. Obviously I won't be going out to get you anything tonight, but tomorrow maybe. Do you like books? You're not one of those people who read Twilight, are you?" Alyson rolled her eyes.

"No, I don't read Twilight. But I do like reading." She admitted. She rolled another grape into her mouth, her eyes still pressed to his. She wouldn't give up. "Maybe you should just take me out again and let me pick out what I want." She suggested slyly. "I'm a big girl, I can do it. And I think I've proven that I'm not going anywhere." She reminded, plucking another grape and letting it hover near her mouth. "Unless you're afraid of getting shot in the back again." She taunted raising a brow and popping the grape into her mouth.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"Maybe you should just take me out again and let me pick out what I want."

The very idea of taking Alyson out in public seemed to go sour for Sebastian. He didn't want to take her where there would be other people. It had been easy going down to the pier at night since it wasn't busy and there wasn't likely anyone who would recognize her. Then again if someone did recognize her, it would be an opportunity for her to let them know she was okay and if anyone were to still be looking for her it would stop them from doing it anymore.

A smile crept over Sebastian's lips and he gave Alyson a wry look before taking another grape and popping it into his mouth. "Fine." He said as if that were the end of that conversation. "We'll go to a book store tomorrow night and you can pick out what you want. And if there's anything else you need we can get that as well. We'll just have to do it early before the stores close." He told her and grumbled a bit. He preferred to do his shopping on his own but knew that she'd give him a hard time if he didn't get the right things.

"When the sun goes down be ready." He instructed her. Of course he'd have to get ready himself but he wasn't going to worry about that right now. It didn't take Sebastian long to get dress anyway.

He let his eyes look around the room momentarily and for the first time he realized the room looked bare. Maybe because he didn't normally spend time in his room that he had never noticed it. There was still the cage in the corner of the room with some clothes piled over it, the piano and the bed. And the room was down to only one lamp and nightstand since they'd both managed to smash the other set.

"I'll take the cage out of here as well tomorrow. Would you like a television?" He asked her, wanting to make her a little more comfortable. This was her home as well now and she might as well enjoy herself. Because when she was enjoying herself she was a joy to be around.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She knew she would get her way, but when she did she was actually a little surprised. He was going to chance taking her out again. Hopefully this time he would know better than to take her somewhere that a gunfight could break out. "I'll be ready." She promises, a wry smile on her face. She felt like she won some sort of battle, and since she won that one she allowed her gaze to slip from his eyes. No sense trying to win both competitions.

"I'll take the cage out of here as well tomorrow. Would you like a television?" Her brows raised in obvious surprise and she looked back up at him, her fingers gripping a piece of cheese that she was about to bring to her mouth. She thought about it for a moment and then nodded. "Yes." She said flatly, though there was relief in her voice. Daytime television wasn't always great, but if she was going to be locked in there, then she needed more things to busy herself. She could only play chopsticks so many times.

"I'd like a book or a video on how to play the piano." She said suddenly, surprising herself with her boldness. She wasn't usually one to ask for things, but the piano was beautiful, and though there was currently no bench for it, she usually liked poking at it. It would give her something to do; learn to play.

The cheese in her fingers disappeared into her mouth and she sighed, rolling off her elbow and onto her stomach, grabbing the pillow and pulling it under her head, her face still turned towards him. "Where do you sleep?" She asked in a soft voice, almost childish. The word sleep reminded her that she was tired and she gave a big yawn, her eyelids low over her own eyes. The night had taken its toll on her.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"I'd like a book or a video on how to play the piano."

He watched her eat, not bothering with anymore of the food. Although he hadn't eaten much he didn't have quite an appetite. The only reason he'd bothered with it was because it was there. He did however take another sip from the bottle, feeling it warm and tingly as it went down his throat. Sebastian didn't think of himself as an alcoholic. It wasn't often that he got wasted, but he did like a drink every now and then. It relaxed him.

"You don't need either. I could teach you." He said and gauged her reaction. She'd probably decline, not wanting to do anything that she didn't have to with him. But then again, they did have a deal and if she wanted to try and get him to have any true feelings for her then she would have to spend as much time as possible with him. "But if you want I suppose we could get you a book and a video. Books only do so much but you have to see it in action otherwise you won't truly appreciate it."

His eyes moved over to the piano and he realized that it no longer had a bench. "We'll get a bench while we're out also. Maybe we can get everything delivered before the end of the week." Sebastian was trying to think of what else they would need to get for the girl. Maybe some movies to keep her busy and he figured he could even get her some music. "We'll have to get you some sheet music if you wish to learn."

Sebastian was willing to spoil Alyson. As long as she was a good girl he'd give her anything she wanted within reason. Of course a cell phone and internet was out of the question, any sort of communication with the outside world wasn't possible. "Tell me what else interests you." He said as a matter of a demand and not a question. He wanted to know.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She actually grinned a little when he offered to teach her. "The point is to give me something to do while you're away all day." She reminded mildly amused, not really against the idea of him showing her how to play. It would give her something to do in the evening as well, and something for them to do together that wouldn't involve forced conversation. "But if you want, you can show me also?" She suggested with a little shrug. "Show me if I'm doing it right or not." Was there a right and wrong way of playing? If it sounded good, it was right. Right?

"Tell me what else interests you." She bit her lip and again she shrugged. What did interest her? "I like drawing." She reminded, but he knew that already. "I used to like dancing.." She said a little quietly, not wanting to give him ideas. She had been a cheerleader in high school, but she wasn't interested in telling him about that.

"Music. I like music, and coffee. I like to write.." She shrugged, watching him lay across from her. When he was incapacitated like this, she found that she actually liked his company.

"What do you like?" She asked, and narrowed her tired, red eyes. "And you never answered my question about where you sleep." She reminded, curious. If this was his room and his bed, where was he sleeping?

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Alyson was beginning to open up to Sebastian more. Maybe it was because she was tired or she'd finally given up being stubborn. Either way he was glad that they could lay there and have a conversation. He didn't usually talk to his little humans but then again they couldn't carry a conversation the way that Alyson could when she felt like it. He made sure to store away her likes in his mental vault, knowing that they had coffee somewhere in the kitchen. Maybe he'd buy some more. He'd get her music when they went shopping, probably get her some sort of music player that she could use with headphones so that she didn't try to blast it during the day and grab the attention of their neighbors. Not that they'd likely care with the other sounds that came out of their place. Although they had reinforced the walls on both sides of the condo making them soundproof but noise still got through sometimes.

He'd make sure to get her an easel to set up in the corner, and maybe some paints. Maybe she could even paint the room or hang up pictures if she liked. He'd have to think about it. He liked his room the way it was and when he did finally get rid of her he didn't want to have to repaint the walls.

"What do you like?"

Sebastian opened his mouth, ready to answer her but then she clearly wasn't finished because she reminded him that he didn't tell her where he slept. He licked his lips and realized she was going to keep asking if he didn't answer her eventually. "What if I said I don't sleep? Or that I hang from the ceiling upside down as a bat?" His eyes widened as if he were trying to dramatize what he was saying but then he smirked. He knew she wouldn't buy that. "The living room. I've never slept in this room, it's always been a room for pleasure not leisure." He explained to her. "Haven't slept in here since I was a boy." Sebastian said softly and looked down at the comforter that he was laying on top of. When his parents were still alive this had been his room. He'd never bothered to move to the master. He didn't care to take a room that his father had used, so instead he kept his own and was content with it.

That answer was good enough for him so it would have to be for her as well. "Now on to what I like. I too like dancing. I enjoy the piano." He looked over to the instrument before his eyes landed back on the girl. "I enjoy the company of women. Although since you've come along my sex life has come to a halt." He told her bluntly and even gave a sour look at the thought of it before he brushed it off with a little shake of his head. "I like sex." He raised his brows at her as if he was trying to hint at something to her, although he knew that she was anything but interested in having sex with him. He'd get her to eventually.

Then Sebastian's face grew serious and he looked down at the plate that was between the two of them. "I enjoy company, Alyson. I enjoy your company. Let's just say that I'm not like my sister. I don't enjoy to have someone tied up to my bed and demand that they don't speak. You are the first person I've brought home to stay. Also the first person who I've been able to stand for more than twenty minutes." He told her and then gave her a bit of a shrug as if it were nothing big. "Those are what I like. I guess you can say I'm a simple man, hm?"

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She pursed her lips when he said he didn't sleep, and then said he was a bat. Her eyes narrowed at him, slightly annoyed with his lack of taking her question seriously, but then he continued and actually answered. Sort of. Why on earth would he sleep in the living room? And had he really lived here all his life? It made sense, she supposed. He lived with his sister and she couldn't imagine them going in on a place together because they wanted to. Sebastian didn't seem too keen on his sister, and rightfully so. She was a nut job. Not that he was any different. Well, maybe a little.

She wanted to interject and tell him if he was awake all day then he should take her out during the day but he was switching topics to himself. She didn't want to drop the subject but she got the distinct feeling he wasn't interested in discussing it any further and she was mentally drained. She didn't have it in her to fight for information he was obviously unwilling to cough up. Small steps, she reminded herself. He was behaving, and that was all that mattered.

Another yawn took over and she turned her face into the pillow to do so before looking back at him. The pillows were so lush and soft. They were high quality, and she could tell they had likely been expensive. Sebastian obviously only bought the finest things.

"I enjoy the company of women. Although since you've come along my sex life has come to a halt." He looked annoyed and she felt her cheeks flush. Was he really expecting her to be so willing with her body? He had given her no reason to want to give herself to him. "I like sex." Her brows furrowed, and she felt her stomach do a strange twist inside, causing her cheeks to turn hotter still. What could she say to that? In your dreams? Of course you do, you're a man? I'm just as sexually frustrated as you? She said nothing, though.

"I enjoy company, Alyson. I enjoy your company." Her lips parted slightly in surprise. He enjoyed her company? She wasn't sure how to feel about his confession. It made her stomach flip in ways it hadn't in a long time.

Stop it! He stole you! He's a selfish, sadistic son of a bitch, and he would kill you without thinking twice if you pissed him off enough! Her mind screamed at her and she gulped. It was a lot to process.

Alyson wanted to say something witty, but her mind drew a blank. As long as he enjoyed her, he wouldn't be willing to let her go, but if she angered him enough he would snap her neck. Her eyes moved away from his face, staying on his chest, and then moving down his body until she could see no more of him without moving her head. She let her gaze fall to the bedspread, having something new to consider. Sebastian enjoyed her company.

And she was enjoying his.

There had been a long, pregnant break in conversation as she contemplated what he'd just told her. "Well.. maybe we can help each other with our own personal joys." She offered, her voice soft. "Eventually.." She added letting him know it wasn't okay for him to demand sex, but allowing him to know it wasn't completely wiped out as a possibility. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were up on his again.

"I'm tired." She said quickly afterwards, afraid of the direction their conversation was heading. She shut her eyes and turned her head away from him, offering a view of her damp curls instead of her face, nervous to see his expression.